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Introduction
It is cold. What these people have to deal with. The burden of power they carry. This parasite removing them from what is around them. Sapping their visions of normalicy away. Or, do they just try to ignore it? Like some problem child that they just don't want to give that attention that it craves? No, they must live with the difference of power between themselves and normal man. This is the desteny that has been chosen for them. These are the numbers.
There is no record of the first number. They have been around for as long as history has been recorded. And as more history is revealed, we only find more numbers hidden inside of its pages. But out of all of the generations of numbers, this generation has the chance to change the course of time. Will they make it carreen down a giant waterfall, or lead it to the calm sea? Into a violent ocean or make it just a tributary for some other fate? Not even they know that they have been chosen by history at this moment, nor will they ever, until their journey is completed.
But who are these people, are they ordinary man, or are they something greater? Most just disregard the question as something irrelevent and claim that they are the protectors of mankind, and some say they are the devil. But not much is known about these people. The greatest study to date on the numbers was conducted by Leonardo DaVinci (Whom many speculate was a number himself) who was finally able to give some light on the numbers.
He divided them into three catagories a group of six which he called the material sextet, a group of four which he called the alchemic quartet,and a group of three which he called the perennial triad. And each of these groups he investigated.
He grouped numbers III,V,VI,VIII,IX,and XI into the material sextet. They had power over the world around us. These powers could combine easily with one another to produce effects at minimal energy. He called them the material sextet because they relied on the surrounding materials to change their properties. They are th most specific group and rely on other powers, but can be incredibly effective.
Numbers II, IV, X and XII he grouped into the alchemic quartet. They had power over the foundations of the world. They had the most power and brute force of all of the elements and could combine with each other to create new elements. But at the same time they took more energy than the sextet and they took more energy than normal to combine with others. Especially other Alchemic powers.
The last three, numbers I, VII and XIII he grouped into the perpetual triad. They had power over the perception of the world. They are considered the most powerful and the most vast of any of the powers, while they do not have the power of the quartet. They take the most energy of any of the powers but also can sustain their powers the longest. Also, these powers show the most variance from generation to generation and are the most tailored to the individual.
And another thing was discovered about the numbers in this time. On their bodies they each bear a mark that looks like a tatto of their number in roman numberals. The style around the tattoo can change depending on the person. But according to the groupings, the Material Sextet all have their markings on their torso and the Perennial Triad all have their markings on their head and neck. But the Alchemic quartet is unique, number II is always on the right arm, number IV is always on the right leg, number X is always on the left leg and number XII is always on the left arm.
But... To those 13 in this generation, this is unknown knowledge. In fact this knowledge is only known by those who have certain clearances and extremely high interests, as the trouble is far greater than the worth. But to any person, this is the most known about the numbers.
This, however is not the start of our story. It does not start with an outpouring of knowledge, but rather, a lack of it. This story starts in as conspicuous a place as a prison.
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It is cold. You sit in the bare cell with a group of people around your age. They are angry, they are sad, they are scared. The distant humm of engines is the only sound that echoes through the halls that you can hear. They are scared of the two men that stand outside the cell door. With their guns, ordered to shoot anyone who tries to escape or to use their power until they are dead. They are sad, because they know these men will do it. They kidnapped you from your omes, and for someit was the last act their parents would see on earth. They tried to avoid killing them, but when the parents or anyone protested, they became an obstacle to the mission. Some are angry, because they know that they are trapped.
You all are trapped.
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Alright, that is the basic intro to the world and the beginning setting for the RP. I will go into the powers in a minute here, but first I will say one thing. All characters should be in late teens, this does have a reason and will be revealed thgrough the plot.
POWERS:
MATERIAL SEXTET: Can combine with the others in its group very easily and can combine with the Alchemic quartet to make them stronger.
III: Temperature
V: Hardness
VI: Density
VIII- Viscosity
IX: Malleability and Ductility
XI: Sharpness
ALCHEMIC QUARTET: Can combine with each other to make different elements (Requires a lot of energy(EX: Fire heats air to get plasma. Creates Lightning element)) and can combine with the Material Sextet to improve their abilities which requires more energy than normal.
II:Fire. Marking on right arm.
IV:Earth. Marking on right leg.
X: Water. Marking on left leg.
XII. Air. Marking on left arm.
PERENIAL TRIAD: Cannot combine with anything. Abilities specific to the current user because the powers are so broad. Easily sustainable, but take the most power to use.
I: Light (Or lack thereof)
VII: Touch (You may NOT cause physical injuries. EX: you can make someone feel like they are bieng cut by a blade, but not actually make the injury.)
XIII: Sound
If you have any questions, look on the OOC. Thanks for reading and I'll keep a list of who has reserved what elements on the first page of the OOC as well. Also, the character skelleton is included in the OOC!
There is no record of the first number. They have been around for as long as history has been recorded. And as more history is revealed, we only find more numbers hidden inside of its pages. But out of all of the generations of numbers, this generation has the chance to change the course of time. Will they make it carreen down a giant waterfall, or lead it to the calm sea? Into a violent ocean or make it just a tributary for some other fate? Not even they know that they have been chosen by history at this moment, nor will they ever, until their journey is completed.
But who are these people, are they ordinary man, or are they something greater? Most just disregard the question as something irrelevent and claim that they are the protectors of mankind, and some say they are the devil. But not much is known about these people. The greatest study to date on the numbers was conducted by Leonardo DaVinci (Whom many speculate was a number himself) who was finally able to give some light on the numbers.
He divided them into three catagories a group of six which he called the material sextet, a group of four which he called the alchemic quartet,and a group of three which he called the perennial triad. And each of these groups he investigated.
He grouped numbers III,V,VI,VIII,IX,and XI into the material sextet. They had power over the world around us. These powers could combine easily with one another to produce effects at minimal energy. He called them the material sextet because they relied on the surrounding materials to change their properties. They are th most specific group and rely on other powers, but can be incredibly effective.
Numbers II, IV, X and XII he grouped into the alchemic quartet. They had power over the foundations of the world. They had the most power and brute force of all of the elements and could combine with each other to create new elements. But at the same time they took more energy than the sextet and they took more energy than normal to combine with others. Especially other Alchemic powers.
The last three, numbers I, VII and XIII he grouped into the perpetual triad. They had power over the perception of the world. They are considered the most powerful and the most vast of any of the powers, while they do not have the power of the quartet. They take the most energy of any of the powers but also can sustain their powers the longest. Also, these powers show the most variance from generation to generation and are the most tailored to the individual.
And another thing was discovered about the numbers in this time. On their bodies they each bear a mark that looks like a tatto of their number in roman numberals. The style around the tattoo can change depending on the person. But according to the groupings, the Material Sextet all have their markings on their torso and the Perennial Triad all have their markings on their head and neck. But the Alchemic quartet is unique, number II is always on the right arm, number IV is always on the right leg, number X is always on the left leg and number XII is always on the left arm.
But... To those 13 in this generation, this is unknown knowledge. In fact this knowledge is only known by those who have certain clearances and extremely high interests, as the trouble is far greater than the worth. But to any person, this is the most known about the numbers.
This, however is not the start of our story. It does not start with an outpouring of knowledge, but rather, a lack of it. This story starts in as conspicuous a place as a prison.
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It is cold. You sit in the bare cell with a group of people around your age. They are angry, they are sad, they are scared. The distant humm of engines is the only sound that echoes through the halls that you can hear. They are scared of the two men that stand outside the cell door. With their guns, ordered to shoot anyone who tries to escape or to use their power until they are dead. They are sad, because they know these men will do it. They kidnapped you from your omes, and for someit was the last act their parents would see on earth. They tried to avoid killing them, but when the parents or anyone protested, they became an obstacle to the mission. Some are angry, because they know that they are trapped.
You all are trapped.
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Alright, that is the basic intro to the world and the beginning setting for the RP. I will go into the powers in a minute here, but first I will say one thing. All characters should be in late teens, this does have a reason and will be revealed thgrough the plot.
POWERS:
MATERIAL SEXTET: Can combine with the others in its group very easily and can combine with the Alchemic quartet to make them stronger.
III: Temperature
V: Hardness
VI: Density
VIII- Viscosity
IX: Malleability and Ductility
XI: Sharpness
ALCHEMIC QUARTET: Can combine with each other to make different elements (Requires a lot of energy(EX: Fire heats air to get plasma. Creates Lightning element)) and can combine with the Material Sextet to improve their abilities which requires more energy than normal.
II:Fire. Marking on right arm.
IV:Earth. Marking on right leg.
X: Water. Marking on left leg.
XII. Air. Marking on left arm.
PERENIAL TRIAD: Cannot combine with anything. Abilities specific to the current user because the powers are so broad. Easily sustainable, but take the most power to use.
I: Light (Or lack thereof)
VII: Touch (You may NOT cause physical injuries. EX: you can make someone feel like they are bieng cut by a blade, but not actually make the injury.)
XIII: Sound
If you have any questions, look on the OOC. Thanks for reading and I'll keep a list of who has reserved what elements on the first page of the OOC as well. Also, the character skelleton is included in the OOC!
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2) DO NOT GODMOD. This includes killing other people's characters without their permission or autohitting player characters.
3) Be literate. I want to see a good paragraph with descriptions at least when you post. I understand there isn't much to say in the middle of a conversation, but at least try.
4) Do not make your character have no background be nothing. At least PM me with an idea, so I knwo you're not winging it and then I can help you reveal the bio throuought the story.
5) Have fun. Yes this is corny, but it's what RPing is about.
2) DO NOT GODMOD. This includes killing other people's characters without their permission or autohitting player characters.
3) Be literate. I want to see a good paragraph with descriptions at least when you post. I understand there isn't much to say in the middle of a conversation, but at least try.
4) Do not make your character have no background be nothing. At least PM me with an idea, so I knwo you're not winging it and then I can help you reveal the bio throuought the story.
5) Have fun. Yes this is corny, but it's what RPing is about.
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“PFC Isabelle Richter, presenting my report, sir. In our mission to capture the guardian of the sound, we were unsuccessful. I was ordered to provide watch of the perimeter, and when colonel Donnelly and PFC Keller went inside the house where it was confirmed the sound guardian was, they were killed. I heard gunshots and entered, to find the sound guardian escaping. I then provided first aid to both of my comrades but could not spare their lives. However in this time, the guardian escaped. That concludes my report, sir.”
“Hrmm. Alright. She couldn’t have gotten far by now. If we check the airports, we might be able to catch her. Dismissed.”
“Sir!”
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Crystal exited the heavy steel door smiling to herself. They had no idea she was there. Well, her killing the people was a plausible story, but all she did was knock them out and made them late for their flight. She could hardly believe it when she found that the other guardians were being held in a prison in a giant plane! And she still could hardly believe what she was doing right now. It was so exciting! She felt like a secret agent!
Well, she kind of WAS a secret agent right now, but eh, it still felt cool she thought as she began semi-dancing down the hallway. Although this outburst soon stopped before anyone saw her. Man, she hated wearing this military outfit. So uncomfortable. How did these people stand it? But at least it had plenty of pockets to store all of her things in.
Especially her music. She reached down into this neat little side pack that was included with the uniform (t was formerly meant for bullets) and drew out her large headphones. She was tempted to start playing a victory song, but instead, just put the headphones around her neck and continued to walk down the hall, now among many taller people dressed the same as her. At least, until one stopped her.
“Hey, I’ve never seen you around! What’s your name?” Said one soldier in a friendly tone. Crystal was taken aback. “Umm… Rebecca.. Rebecca Shields. I just got recruited” she lied. Fortunately he bought it. Then she decided to play her secret agent part a little more. Information digging! This was so awesome!!
“Hey, I’m going to guard the guardians.(Heh. That sounded funny.) Y’know, rookie job, whatever. So where are the cells?”
“Ah. Just keep going down the hall a bit. Seems you got duty with Vance and Leonard. Hey, blame Keller when he gets back from his mission. He would have had duty today. Want me to walk you down?”
Crystal smiled and shook her head. “Nah, I’ll find my way. Thanks!” And with that she ran off. Just one more stop and then it was showtime.
Soon, Crystal made her way to the cells. And was greeted by a gruff “You’re late!” to which she just smiled. She had already started the music in her headphones, now covering one ear. Then his partner looked over at her, carrying a bunch of packs. “Hey are those…” He started.“Sorry” she interrupted smiling “This is my world now.” Sliding the headphones over both ears, and getting caught in the music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VHnFwVskl0
As the intro ended and the vocals came in she dropped the packs and dashed forward at incredible speed. Surprising the guard that had looked at her and hitting him in the side of the head. His partner then tried to pick up his gun from where it had been propped up against the wall and hit her with the butt of it, but Crystal kicked him in the gut. She then picked up his gun and bashed him in the head with it, knocking him out. Then the first one she hit reached to his belt to his radio, except in a flash Crystal was there punching him in the face and knocking him back. He flung a punch at her as she jumped back, dodging. Crystal then dashed to the side of his punch and punched the side of his head, knocking him against the ground hard, and knocking him out. She then thumbed through his pockets and pulled out a card key. She ran back and grabbed the packs from earlier and came back to the cell door. She then swiped his card and flung open the door.
She threw the packs that she had been carrying.“Who wants do go skydiving!?” she yelled to the people in the cell, brushing her hair, and revealing a XIII mark on her right temple. She reached down, grabbed one of the packs, on her back, like a backpack, and put it on her back, waiting a short bit for the others to do the same with the other parachutes she brought and for them to gather their wits. She then jogged off, at a fairly slow pace, so that they could follow her easily to a nearby hatch that had been used to bring the prisoners in. She then flung open the hatch (Sounding the alarm in the process), turned behind her, smiled widely, and screamed in ecstasy and excitement as she jumped.
“Hrmm. Alright. She couldn’t have gotten far by now. If we check the airports, we might be able to catch her. Dismissed.”
“Sir!”
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Crystal exited the heavy steel door smiling to herself. They had no idea she was there. Well, her killing the people was a plausible story, but all she did was knock them out and made them late for their flight. She could hardly believe it when she found that the other guardians were being held in a prison in a giant plane! And she still could hardly believe what she was doing right now. It was so exciting! She felt like a secret agent!
Well, she kind of WAS a secret agent right now, but eh, it still felt cool she thought as she began semi-dancing down the hallway. Although this outburst soon stopped before anyone saw her. Man, she hated wearing this military outfit. So uncomfortable. How did these people stand it? But at least it had plenty of pockets to store all of her things in.
Especially her music. She reached down into this neat little side pack that was included with the uniform (t was formerly meant for bullets) and drew out her large headphones. She was tempted to start playing a victory song, but instead, just put the headphones around her neck and continued to walk down the hall, now among many taller people dressed the same as her. At least, until one stopped her.
“Hey, I’ve never seen you around! What’s your name?” Said one soldier in a friendly tone. Crystal was taken aback. “Umm… Rebecca.. Rebecca Shields. I just got recruited” she lied. Fortunately he bought it. Then she decided to play her secret agent part a little more. Information digging! This was so awesome!!
“Hey, I’m going to guard the guardians.(Heh. That sounded funny.) Y’know, rookie job, whatever. So where are the cells?”
“Ah. Just keep going down the hall a bit. Seems you got duty with Vance and Leonard. Hey, blame Keller when he gets back from his mission. He would have had duty today. Want me to walk you down?”
Crystal smiled and shook her head. “Nah, I’ll find my way. Thanks!” And with that she ran off. Just one more stop and then it was showtime.
Soon, Crystal made her way to the cells. And was greeted by a gruff “You’re late!” to which she just smiled. She had already started the music in her headphones, now covering one ear. Then his partner looked over at her, carrying a bunch of packs. “Hey are those…” He started.“Sorry” she interrupted smiling “This is my world now.” Sliding the headphones over both ears, and getting caught in the music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VHnFwVskl0
As the intro ended and the vocals came in she dropped the packs and dashed forward at incredible speed. Surprising the guard that had looked at her and hitting him in the side of the head. His partner then tried to pick up his gun from where it had been propped up against the wall and hit her with the butt of it, but Crystal kicked him in the gut. She then picked up his gun and bashed him in the head with it, knocking him out. Then the first one she hit reached to his belt to his radio, except in a flash Crystal was there punching him in the face and knocking him back. He flung a punch at her as she jumped back, dodging. Crystal then dashed to the side of his punch and punched the side of his head, knocking him against the ground hard, and knocking him out. She then thumbed through his pockets and pulled out a card key. She ran back and grabbed the packs from earlier and came back to the cell door. She then swiped his card and flung open the door.
She threw the packs that she had been carrying.“Who wants do go skydiving!?” she yelled to the people in the cell, brushing her hair, and revealing a XIII mark on her right temple. She reached down, grabbed one of the packs, on her back, like a backpack, and put it on her back, waiting a short bit for the others to do the same with the other parachutes she brought and for them to gather their wits. She then jogged off, at a fairly slow pace, so that they could follow her easily to a nearby hatch that had been used to bring the prisoners in. She then flung open the hatch (Sounding the alarm in the process), turned behind her, smiled widely, and screamed in ecstasy and excitement as she jumped.
OOC Notes
**Minutes Earlier**
Felix sat in the cell, whistling to himself. How had he gotten here? Oh, yeah. The military had shown up during one of his usual questionings and had them follow them. Interested, he had allowed them to lead them onto some type of plane. By the time he had realized this they were already airborne, eliminating any way he could safely escape. How would being able to crumble the wall of the plane help if he needed to fall hundreds, if not thousands of feet to the ground? It was unfair, but he was stupid enough to fall into the trap. The others in the room had been completely silent up 'til now, so he could not tell much about them. Therefore he wouldn't trust them at the moment.
He heard some people talking outside. Not that uncommon- there were many people on this plane. But one of them sounded different- younger? She sounded even younger than him. If she was going to be on guard here, it would be simple to persuade her to release them... but that would still leave them as a bunch of children on a military plane, which would probably be on high alert due to them being escaped prisoners. Whatever, he could wait for whatever they wanted him for to happen. He was powerless to resist at the moment.
There were several thumps outside, as well as what he could only interpret as some type of music, muffled- like when someone turn on powerful headphones really loud and everyone else in the room can hear it. By why would anyone have such devices here? And what were those thumps?
Suddenly, the door was thrown wide open. A girl was standing there, throwing bags at them and saying something about skydiving. Now he wasn't naiive- he knew that she meant they were going to escape by parachutes- but why was she helping them? Suddenly she threw back her bangs, revealing some all-too familiar letters. He was suddenly filled with a thousand questions- but they could wait. The first priority was to get going. He had his bag on in seconds and was busy searching the guards for equipment while the others still reacted. He pulled a small keychain out of one of their pockets- small, but it would do. He put it in his jacket's front pocket and followed the girl. She smiled as she threw open the hatch and leaped into the roaring winds. "Fun girl," he had to add, before he himself leaped head-first into the maelstrom outside.
Felix sat in the cell, whistling to himself. How had he gotten here? Oh, yeah. The military had shown up during one of his usual questionings and had them follow them. Interested, he had allowed them to lead them onto some type of plane. By the time he had realized this they were already airborne, eliminating any way he could safely escape. How would being able to crumble the wall of the plane help if he needed to fall hundreds, if not thousands of feet to the ground? It was unfair, but he was stupid enough to fall into the trap. The others in the room had been completely silent up 'til now, so he could not tell much about them. Therefore he wouldn't trust them at the moment.
He heard some people talking outside. Not that uncommon- there were many people on this plane. But one of them sounded different- younger? She sounded even younger than him. If she was going to be on guard here, it would be simple to persuade her to release them... but that would still leave them as a bunch of children on a military plane, which would probably be on high alert due to them being escaped prisoners. Whatever, he could wait for whatever they wanted him for to happen. He was powerless to resist at the moment.
There were several thumps outside, as well as what he could only interpret as some type of music, muffled- like when someone turn on powerful headphones really loud and everyone else in the room can hear it. By why would anyone have such devices here? And what were those thumps?
Suddenly, the door was thrown wide open. A girl was standing there, throwing bags at them and saying something about skydiving. Now he wasn't naiive- he knew that she meant they were going to escape by parachutes- but why was she helping them? Suddenly she threw back her bangs, revealing some all-too familiar letters. He was suddenly filled with a thousand questions- but they could wait. The first priority was to get going. He had his bag on in seconds and was busy searching the guards for equipment while the others still reacted. He pulled a small keychain out of one of their pockets- small, but it would do. He put it in his jacket's front pocket and followed the girl. She smiled as she threw open the hatch and leaped into the roaring winds. "Fun girl," he had to add, before he himself leaped head-first into the maelstrom outside.
OOC Notes
There was a commotion outside, which shocked Alexander out of the world in his head. He looked around. Same faces as before... but outside there was a female voice, a voice that reeked of vigor. He suddenly heard some roars and cries from the guards, they were certainly recieving a serious walloping. The door was flung open, and a cheery figure stood there, not one that would be expected to beat up the military's finest, but he had learned long ago that appearances were decieving. She started pitching parachutes at them. "Who wants do go skydiving!?” she shouted to them, and revealed a mark on her temple, similar to his own, indicating to him that she was a peer. The girl moved out at an even pace, a paracute on her back. Another young man went out shortly after her. He followed them in short order.
He watched as the girl dropped down a hatch, smiling ear-to-ear. She was either excitable or an adrenaline junkie, but this didn't matter much. The other youth that came out quickly frisked a guard and took something from him, and followed suit. He scanned the room for anything useful, and saw the gun left on the floor. It looked useful, and probably loaded, but it would be easily noticed if he carried it. He didn't see anything else of use, so he headed towards the hatch. Certainly, there was little time before the whole incident was discovered, and every minute he hesitated would be another minute they may be discovered. He peered over the edge. He was never particularly afraid of heights, but this was many thousands of feet up! He remembered his parachute and found the cord. He made a note of where it would be, and sat on the edge, then pushed himself over, falling. He could feel the wind on his face as he fell. He entered a free-fall position, and saw the other two falling quickly. He devised that he would pull the cord once he saw one of them do so, since he didn't know how high the plane was.
He watched as the girl dropped down a hatch, smiling ear-to-ear. She was either excitable or an adrenaline junkie, but this didn't matter much. The other youth that came out quickly frisked a guard and took something from him, and followed suit. He scanned the room for anything useful, and saw the gun left on the floor. It looked useful, and probably loaded, but it would be easily noticed if he carried it. He didn't see anything else of use, so he headed towards the hatch. Certainly, there was little time before the whole incident was discovered, and every minute he hesitated would be another minute they may be discovered. He peered over the edge. He was never particularly afraid of heights, but this was many thousands of feet up! He remembered his parachute and found the cord. He made a note of where it would be, and sat on the edge, then pushed himself over, falling. He could feel the wind on his face as he fell. He entered a free-fall position, and saw the other two falling quickly. He devised that he would pull the cord once he saw one of them do so, since he didn't know how high the plane was.
OOC Notes
Pain.
That was the only thing that Aura felt as she slowly began to wake from an artificial slumber. Fear soon followed the pain, then followed by her entire range of emotions and senses. Unfortunately, the first two dominated all the proceedings of her mind. Not that she wasn't used to that at this point, but she knew they shouldn't. She didn't want them to control her, she wanted to control them. So why couldn't she open her eyes? Was she afraid she would be hurt again? She wanted to open her eyes, damn it! But...
A sharp noise in her surrounding was what final got her up and ready. She bolted upright, a little like a scared rabbit, and looked around for the source of the noise. While she was normally shy, this kind of behavior was abnormal even for her. The recent events had done nothing to soothe her nerves, however, and maybe she would have to get used to that. After her mind calmed a bit and her cursory glance around was done, she saw what had happened; the door was open, and a girl was standing in the entry. She said something which Aura didn't really hear (so I lied about her senses being all back), but what was thrown at her gave her a good idea as to what they were supposed to do. A parachute could only mean one thing in a plane.
Aura followed the group that had been in the cell with some trepidation. They were all strangers, and she had no way of knowing what any of them wanted or planned to do. The only thing that made her think she should be following them was the fact that some of them obviously carried the same stigma as her. The girl who had rescued them had it right on her forehead, not an easy place to hide it or live with it. She had it harder than Aura did. Aura couldn't let herself wallow in any self-pity at the moment. Soon, the girl they had been following throw open a safety hatching, bringing the alarms blaring to life. Perhaps Aura did have some of her hearing back. At the very least, it was enough to make her want to leave ASAP. After the first three people had jumped, Aura sidled up to the gap, looking down on the dark Earth below them. Sporadic lights clustered in the abyss below as Aura felt the air whip around her hair and across her face. It was then that she realized something; there was no safer place for her then out in the drop from plane to Earth. She jumped out the plane with parachute strapped on tight, falling down to the ground below. But no matter what, she knew, she would be alright on this trip; the wind would protect her.
That was the only thing that Aura felt as she slowly began to wake from an artificial slumber. Fear soon followed the pain, then followed by her entire range of emotions and senses. Unfortunately, the first two dominated all the proceedings of her mind. Not that she wasn't used to that at this point, but she knew they shouldn't. She didn't want them to control her, she wanted to control them. So why couldn't she open her eyes? Was she afraid she would be hurt again? She wanted to open her eyes, damn it! But...
A sharp noise in her surrounding was what final got her up and ready. She bolted upright, a little like a scared rabbit, and looked around for the source of the noise. While she was normally shy, this kind of behavior was abnormal even for her. The recent events had done nothing to soothe her nerves, however, and maybe she would have to get used to that. After her mind calmed a bit and her cursory glance around was done, she saw what had happened; the door was open, and a girl was standing in the entry. She said something which Aura didn't really hear (so I lied about her senses being all back), but what was thrown at her gave her a good idea as to what they were supposed to do. A parachute could only mean one thing in a plane.
Aura followed the group that had been in the cell with some trepidation. They were all strangers, and she had no way of knowing what any of them wanted or planned to do. The only thing that made her think she should be following them was the fact that some of them obviously carried the same stigma as her. The girl who had rescued them had it right on her forehead, not an easy place to hide it or live with it. She had it harder than Aura did. Aura couldn't let herself wallow in any self-pity at the moment. Soon, the girl they had been following throw open a safety hatching, bringing the alarms blaring to life. Perhaps Aura did have some of her hearing back. At the very least, it was enough to make her want to leave ASAP. After the first three people had jumped, Aura sidled up to the gap, looking down on the dark Earth below them. Sporadic lights clustered in the abyss below as Aura felt the air whip around her hair and across her face. It was then that she realized something; there was no safer place for her then out in the drop from plane to Earth. She jumped out the plane with parachute strapped on tight, falling down to the ground below. But no matter what, she knew, she would be alright on this trip; the wind would protect her.
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Krad woke up, he didn't know what was going on or where he was, he quickly figured out that he must be in a plane because he'd felt what it was like to fly before, the last thing he could remember was going out on a mission to find someone lost in a forest for a large sum of money and then having to fight a bunch of guys before being shot by a tranquilizing dart and falling asleep. He looked around the room to see other people around his age, he was stupid for accepting such a mission in the first place because it was only open for him but the rest of the clan made him go.
Sounds came from beyond the door and there were some thumps, the door slammed open and there stood a girl wearing a uniform, "Who wants to go skydiving!?" she asked them all and threw them parachutes, obviously not waiting for a replie the girl was off but at a slow enough apce for everyone to follow. Krad quickly grabbed one and strapped it on and follow the other two guys who were following the girl, Krad stumbled along the effects of the tranquilizing dart hadn't worn off yet, he got to the hatch the others had gone out, as Krad got close he realised his legs still weren't working just right and he tripped out of the hatch, he flew threw the air tumbling, it made him feel sick, it was good and bad, bad for him but good if he needed to use it one someone else. Eventually he managed to fix himself so he was skydiving like the time he had gone on one of his missions, the fresh, freezing air getting rid of any of the remaining effects from the tranquilizing dart.
Sounds came from beyond the door and there were some thumps, the door slammed open and there stood a girl wearing a uniform, "Who wants to go skydiving!?" she asked them all and threw them parachutes, obviously not waiting for a replie the girl was off but at a slow enough apce for everyone to follow. Krad quickly grabbed one and strapped it on and follow the other two guys who were following the girl, Krad stumbled along the effects of the tranquilizing dart hadn't worn off yet, he got to the hatch the others had gone out, as Krad got close he realised his legs still weren't working just right and he tripped out of the hatch, he flew threw the air tumbling, it made him feel sick, it was good and bad, bad for him but good if he needed to use it one someone else. Eventually he managed to fix himself so he was skydiving like the time he had gone on one of his missions, the fresh, freezing air getting rid of any of the remaining effects from the tranquilizing dart.
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To say that Lucille capture had been a bit hard would be an incredible understatement. The moment that her kidnapper had wrapped his strong arm around her neck, she'd grabbed onto it, doubled forward, launched him right off her back & onto the hard concrete below them without so much as breaking a sweat. She'd taken the opening & tried to run away soon after that, but had been caught instantly. This time, she could do nothing else but kick & scream, for they'd already handcuffed her wrists as if a criminal. Still, she'd landed plenty of hits on the men with her feet… it was the sort of thing that made her wish she'd worn heels instead of flats. Only those that'd tried to take advantage of her, which only were a few, knew how deep of a wound those things could make. She wasn't just daddy's little girl.
In the end, Lucille had managed to hurt someone's back, ribcage, dislocate something & possibly blind someone else. It wasn't the best she'd done, but she was willing to take it. Especially since she had been completely tied up by that point & had no way of causing anymore damage. Damn.
A few hours later, she found herself inside a plane. How she got there, she had no idea. Everything had been confusing from the moment they'd shoved her into a car & taken off. She couldn't quite remember what had happened, but figured that she'd remember soon enough. For now, there was nothing she could do but sit with the other people around her. There weren't many, just a few. From the looks of it, they were about her age.
'Why are they doing this?' Lucille thought, her lovely face looking a little sad--not at all the face of someone who'd wished to use her heels to stab someone just hours ago. Just then, a fight could be heard just outside the room that contained them. & before she had a chance to wonder whether someone was going to rescue them or if the idiots were just fighting, a young woman burst into the room. The mysterious girl revealed her mark & that was the only thing she needed.
Lucille caught the bag that was tossed at her, putting it on in a flash & followed after people. She didn't even care that she was wearing a dress--she wanted out. So, she jumped.
In the end, Lucille had managed to hurt someone's back, ribcage, dislocate something & possibly blind someone else. It wasn't the best she'd done, but she was willing to take it. Especially since she had been completely tied up by that point & had no way of causing anymore damage. Damn.
A few hours later, she found herself inside a plane. How she got there, she had no idea. Everything had been confusing from the moment they'd shoved her into a car & taken off. She couldn't quite remember what had happened, but figured that she'd remember soon enough. For now, there was nothing she could do but sit with the other people around her. There weren't many, just a few. From the looks of it, they were about her age.
'Why are they doing this?' Lucille thought, her lovely face looking a little sad--not at all the face of someone who'd wished to use her heels to stab someone just hours ago. Just then, a fight could be heard just outside the room that contained them. & before she had a chance to wonder whether someone was going to rescue them or if the idiots were just fighting, a young woman burst into the room. The mysterious girl revealed her mark & that was the only thing she needed.
Lucille caught the bag that was tossed at her, putting it on in a flash & followed after people. She didn't even care that she was wearing a dress--she wanted out. So, she jumped.
OOC Notes
*Day's before*
Klaven opens the door of the closet where he was hiding a bit and looks out seeing men in military uniforms with guns looking around the room. He slowly closed the door. "How could this happen," he though "I was just outside this house trying to brake in and these army men start attacking me. Why are they after me a little boy that only steals to live." He closes his eyes as the door swings open and a light is flashed in his face. He jolts out the door past the army guy and stopping with a gun pointed in his face. He holds up his hand and the man falls forward as the gun gets heavier. The first one runs up behind him and hits him in the back of the neck making him fall passing out. last thing he hears is the two army men talking about why the one dropped his gun.
Klaven slowly comes to siting up in a cell with a few others around his age. He hates being around others that he don't know. He slowly feels in his pockets and starts to freak out but not saying a word. "MY BOOK," he though to himself "I can't loss it. I need it." HE starts slamming his fist into the wall mad. Then he hears banging going on outside the cell. HE didn't know where he was or what was going on but he knew that kind of banging means a fight. He waits as the banging stops and the door opens. He see a girl a bit older then him throw bags into the room and ask “Who wants do go skydiving!?” that only mean one thing he is in a plane. The girl runs out with a few people following so he runs out after grabbing a pack seeing the two guards laying on the ground. He going into their pockets gets a few bucks and his book that was in the first guard's back pocket on the right side. He fallows the other kids seeing them jumping from the plane He waits till the others jump and he fallows.
Klaven opens the door of the closet where he was hiding a bit and looks out seeing men in military uniforms with guns looking around the room. He slowly closed the door. "How could this happen," he though "I was just outside this house trying to brake in and these army men start attacking me. Why are they after me a little boy that only steals to live." He closes his eyes as the door swings open and a light is flashed in his face. He jolts out the door past the army guy and stopping with a gun pointed in his face. He holds up his hand and the man falls forward as the gun gets heavier. The first one runs up behind him and hits him in the back of the neck making him fall passing out. last thing he hears is the two army men talking about why the one dropped his gun.
Klaven slowly comes to siting up in a cell with a few others around his age. He hates being around others that he don't know. He slowly feels in his pockets and starts to freak out but not saying a word. "MY BOOK," he though to himself "I can't loss it. I need it." HE starts slamming his fist into the wall mad. Then he hears banging going on outside the cell. HE didn't know where he was or what was going on but he knew that kind of banging means a fight. He waits as the banging stops and the door opens. He see a girl a bit older then him throw bags into the room and ask “Who wants do go skydiving!?” that only mean one thing he is in a plane. The girl runs out with a few people following so he runs out after grabbing a pack seeing the two guards laying on the ground. He going into their pockets gets a few bucks and his book that was in the first guard's back pocket on the right side. He fallows the other kids seeing them jumping from the plane He waits till the others jump and he fallows.
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Ethon sat in the corner of the cell. Arms casually rest on his drawn up knees. His startling green eyes were closed as he lent his head back against the metal join. He looked almost peaceful despite his seriously rumpled white shirt and wild hair. His thoughts were not calm though, turmoil filled his mind. Guilt, anger and sadness jousted for control of him. In the dark of the corner his eyes flicked beneath their lids as he thought back to his abduction, wallowing in the memory, letting his emotions swirl and build. It had been a normal day, he was simply lying on his bed reading through one of his many library books. Everything was sudden. He heard a sound of crashing woods, the shouts of his parents and the heavy sound of boots storming down the hall to his room. It was too much to take in as he rose to his feet. Paralyzed by the chaos he was powerless to arrest the progress of the men who found him roughly dragged him along towards the broken door. Shouts passed between these and the men holding his parents back. His mother was scream, shoving at the men with all her might, trying to reach him. The men held her back, pushing her to the floor of the living room next to his father. Already prone on the light blue carpet. Ethon began to shout and struggle, pulling against his captors. Their only response was to whip a large wad of cloth over his mouth to mute any cry. He was thrown like a doll into the back of a truck. He quickly scrambled to escape. Yet the door closed as he reached it. The metal slamming into his face, the force snapped his body back and sent blackness coursing through him. His last image before the door closed on him was a beginning of flickers licking against the walls of his house.
Ethon awoke in same cell he currently occupied. There were a few others already there. None of them attempted to assist him or talk to him. He didn't blame then, he wouldn't have allowed either. He groggily found his way to the corner and remained there as others were deposited in the cell. Most of them were around his age, he didn't understand why they had been imprisoned like him and didn't think about it. To do so would only invite wild speculation which would be useless. So he settled into stillness, moving from his spot only to eat what the guards deposited inside. He hardly though of attempting to escape. The men were military, a private army or security force, maybe a terrorist group kidnapping random children for some unknown agenda. Whoever they were the boy knew any escape attempt would be a fruitless endeavor and would most likely get him or the others killed, even with his ability. He knew he was also airborne, he could feel the shaking of the craft, hear the dulled roar of the turbines and the shifts in pressure as they rose and fell in altitude. This knowledge ended any possible debate about escape. Ethon settled into a silent wait.
The wait ended with an anomaly, he was used to hearing the cycle of the guards or the tell tale noises of feeding and so it was unusual to hear noises penetrating the door outside the expected times. They sounded like voices although they quickly dissolved into what sounded like shouts and cries of the guards. Almost as soon as the commotion began it ended with the sound of a thump and the door to the cell was flung open. Framed in the doorway, obviously the one who had opened it was a girl. She looked around 18 to Ethon, although she wasn't the center of his attention. It was the men unconscious beside her that was the most interesting feature. It seemed obvious that she was the one who had taken them down, although the why and how escaped the 17 year old. Without pausing to introduce herself in anyway she began tossing bags in towards the occupants of the cell, one for each of them. She shifted her hair out of her face revealing a mark not too dissimilar from his own and that of some others in the cell. Ethon remained sitting as he watched the others don their backpacks, parachutes as revealed by the new arrival. He wasn't comfortable with this young woman's apparent rescue. The others seemed to trust her, he understood why. She was offering an escape when previously there had been none.
Conscious of the fact that there was no other option the boy stood and shrugged on the parachute on his shoulders and tightening the strap. He didn't have much experience of skydiving, yet he knew the general idea. He followed the rest of the escapees out of their room. Looking around carefully at the entrances to the room. Confident that none of them were going to burst open he crouched and check the guards' pulses. They were both alive and their hearts were beating hard. He looked over at the girl as she began to lead the group away, she had taken them down in a fist fight as he suspected. Impressed he stood and followed her. Spotting a gun abandoned on the floor he paused to pick it up, checking that the safety was on he appropriated the weapon. He had only used air pistols and rifles before so he understood the basics. Besides, a gun was useful for several things other then firing, he hoped it would never come to that.
Following the red head lead the group to one of the doors to the external of the aircraft. The door had the usual warnings and signs, which were promptly ignored as it was opened. Ethon only had time to brace himself as the air began to whip out of the immediate area, attempting to drag him off his feet. Alarms began to signal the opening of a door in flight, there was no choice now, he couldn't stay. The girl went first, acting as if she was merely having a good time not escaping from an aircraft. He had no time to think about how insane she was as other people started to jump. He waited as the turbulent air flicked his long brown hair into his face. The wind was undoubtedly incredibly cold but he couldn't feel it, his body automatically shielding him. He made sure he was the last out and moved over to the hatch, holding tight to the door way he looked down, they were certainly high enough that he would have to open his parachute immediately. Without a second thought he hurled himself out and away from the plane. The chaotic, ripping wind calmed slightly as he fell away from the aircraft. A few gyrating flips and tumbles brought the craft into sight. It looked very much like a standard mid sized commercial aircraft. He flipped around again so he was facing the approaching ground, he could see the others falling below him, slightly further along.
Ethon awoke in same cell he currently occupied. There were a few others already there. None of them attempted to assist him or talk to him. He didn't blame then, he wouldn't have allowed either. He groggily found his way to the corner and remained there as others were deposited in the cell. Most of them were around his age, he didn't understand why they had been imprisoned like him and didn't think about it. To do so would only invite wild speculation which would be useless. So he settled into stillness, moving from his spot only to eat what the guards deposited inside. He hardly though of attempting to escape. The men were military, a private army or security force, maybe a terrorist group kidnapping random children for some unknown agenda. Whoever they were the boy knew any escape attempt would be a fruitless endeavor and would most likely get him or the others killed, even with his ability. He knew he was also airborne, he could feel the shaking of the craft, hear the dulled roar of the turbines and the shifts in pressure as they rose and fell in altitude. This knowledge ended any possible debate about escape. Ethon settled into a silent wait.
The wait ended with an anomaly, he was used to hearing the cycle of the guards or the tell tale noises of feeding and so it was unusual to hear noises penetrating the door outside the expected times. They sounded like voices although they quickly dissolved into what sounded like shouts and cries of the guards. Almost as soon as the commotion began it ended with the sound of a thump and the door to the cell was flung open. Framed in the doorway, obviously the one who had opened it was a girl. She looked around 18 to Ethon, although she wasn't the center of his attention. It was the men unconscious beside her that was the most interesting feature. It seemed obvious that she was the one who had taken them down, although the why and how escaped the 17 year old. Without pausing to introduce herself in anyway she began tossing bags in towards the occupants of the cell, one for each of them. She shifted her hair out of her face revealing a mark not too dissimilar from his own and that of some others in the cell. Ethon remained sitting as he watched the others don their backpacks, parachutes as revealed by the new arrival. He wasn't comfortable with this young woman's apparent rescue. The others seemed to trust her, he understood why. She was offering an escape when previously there had been none.
Conscious of the fact that there was no other option the boy stood and shrugged on the parachute on his shoulders and tightening the strap. He didn't have much experience of skydiving, yet he knew the general idea. He followed the rest of the escapees out of their room. Looking around carefully at the entrances to the room. Confident that none of them were going to burst open he crouched and check the guards' pulses. They were both alive and their hearts were beating hard. He looked over at the girl as she began to lead the group away, she had taken them down in a fist fight as he suspected. Impressed he stood and followed her. Spotting a gun abandoned on the floor he paused to pick it up, checking that the safety was on he appropriated the weapon. He had only used air pistols and rifles before so he understood the basics. Besides, a gun was useful for several things other then firing, he hoped it would never come to that.
Following the red head lead the group to one of the doors to the external of the aircraft. The door had the usual warnings and signs, which were promptly ignored as it was opened. Ethon only had time to brace himself as the air began to whip out of the immediate area, attempting to drag him off his feet. Alarms began to signal the opening of a door in flight, there was no choice now, he couldn't stay. The girl went first, acting as if she was merely having a good time not escaping from an aircraft. He had no time to think about how insane she was as other people started to jump. He waited as the turbulent air flicked his long brown hair into his face. The wind was undoubtedly incredibly cold but he couldn't feel it, his body automatically shielding him. He made sure he was the last out and moved over to the hatch, holding tight to the door way he looked down, they were certainly high enough that he would have to open his parachute immediately. Without a second thought he hurled himself out and away from the plane. The chaotic, ripping wind calmed slightly as he fell away from the aircraft. A few gyrating flips and tumbles brought the craft into sight. It looked very much like a standard mid sized commercial aircraft. He flipped around again so he was facing the approaching ground, he could see the others falling below him, slightly further along.
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Isu sat in the cell hugging her legs keeping her face hidden, while it was to avoid showing part of her fear it also helped to let her think about her current situation. For one moment, and only one moment, she though all this farce had something to do with that ridiculously big bank account that she possessed and was the only thing that allowed her to know that somewhere she had a family. But no, instead of the routine of going to her house or a bank to force the numbers out she was somewhere, that somewhere moved and lastly, but not less important she wasn´t the only one in that situation.
This situation was going out of control, even if she ignored the others situation something gave her the idea that they lived something similar, Isu was literally assaulted with guns before she was captured, that would explain why all of them were so quiet... well that and seeing how the guards were heavily armed, another thing that made the situation even more awkward, watching at her and the rest like if their were a biological threat or maybe something even worse as the person that looked at Isu´s cell kept his finger over the trigger.
That was until some voices could be heard and then some noises, Isu had the enough time to raise her head and see a girl throwing her a back yelling the word "skydiving", the girl turned and Isu shook her head starting to think in the possibilities of being captured before a "dive" when she caught in a glimpse of her eye a "XIII" on the girl. Possibilities of meeting someone with a mark in the body, same thematic and in a place with armed people? One in how many millions?
That made Isu decide, quickly she stood up and followed the group that was running towards the door, the girl open a door and a strong current of wind came in before the group started to jump while Isu grumbled in silence. "Somewhere that moved" was a plane, now she wasn´t good with heights not that she was scared just that it was her first time in something like that, for her the last time she got in someplace that high was the ceiling of her school, in other words no comparison, still she took a lot of air in before she jumped behind one of the boys screaming and to her luck it sounded half excited and half scared.
This situation was going out of control, even if she ignored the others situation something gave her the idea that they lived something similar, Isu was literally assaulted with guns before she was captured, that would explain why all of them were so quiet... well that and seeing how the guards were heavily armed, another thing that made the situation even more awkward, watching at her and the rest like if their were a biological threat or maybe something even worse as the person that looked at Isu´s cell kept his finger over the trigger.
That was until some voices could be heard and then some noises, Isu had the enough time to raise her head and see a girl throwing her a back yelling the word "skydiving", the girl turned and Isu shook her head starting to think in the possibilities of being captured before a "dive" when she caught in a glimpse of her eye a "XIII" on the girl. Possibilities of meeting someone with a mark in the body, same thematic and in a place with armed people? One in how many millions?
That made Isu decide, quickly she stood up and followed the group that was running towards the door, the girl open a door and a strong current of wind came in before the group started to jump while Isu grumbled in silence. "Somewhere that moved" was a plane, now she wasn´t good with heights not that she was scared just that it was her first time in something like that, for her the last time she got in someplace that high was the ceiling of her school, in other words no comparison, still she took a lot of air in before she jumped behind one of the boys screaming and to her luck it sounded half excited and half scared.
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Crystal smiled as the wind whipped through her hair. This was so fun! She had always wanted to go skydiving! This was just an awesome way to do it too!
But suddenly her vision went black for a second, then faded back in. And suddenly she was exhausted. Crap. That was the payback she got for using "His World" that song was pretty much her limit right now in regards to the effect. Because while the song was running she would be fine, but a little after the song ends, the energy toll would rush over her. As it did just now. Crap. She saw the ground approaching fast and pulled her parachute chord weakly, opening the fabric. And came down to the ground. Except in her state, Crystal came down hard, landing awkwardly on her left leg. She cried out for a minute as she rolled over and let the parachute cover her.
Damn. Here she was, bieng all cool and saving them, and now this. She could almost laugh. She had broken her legs before, and she doubted she did again, but she knew it would hurt like hell to walk.
But suddenly her vision went black for a second, then faded back in. And suddenly she was exhausted. Crap. That was the payback she got for using "His World" that song was pretty much her limit right now in regards to the effect. Because while the song was running she would be fine, but a little after the song ends, the energy toll would rush over her. As it did just now. Crap. She saw the ground approaching fast and pulled her parachute chord weakly, opening the fabric. And came down to the ground. Except in her state, Crystal came down hard, landing awkwardly on her left leg. She cried out for a minute as she rolled over and let the parachute cover her.
Damn. Here she was, bieng all cool and saving them, and now this. She could almost laugh. She had broken her legs before, and she doubted she did again, but she knew it would hurt like hell to walk.
OOC Notes
A young man sat quietly in a room manifested from steel. He looked forward at the metal alloy door that loomed over him in the tiny box-like cell without sight of any kind save a tiny slide window which would periodically open as a guard peered into the darkness to ensure the prison's occupant remained there. He had been the disgruntled owner of typical barred cell just a few hours previous. However after pulling a guard against the bars and strangling him, demanding to be released, he was, rather violently, cast into this solitary confinement. This place was preferred to the young man actually. He welcome the darkness. The lack of vision greatly outweighed the sight of other's misery as they seemed to grow more and more complacent with their surroundings as they sat behind the bars. The sight sickened him, at point made him wonder if there truly was an escape. In an effort to fight off the complacency he attacked a guard. Moreso for his own sanity than to escape.
The boy chuckled as he looked towards the door. Had the guards not confiscated his possessions before being tossed into a cell, he may have had a chance at escape. The soldiers had taken his wallet, that held a multitude of stolen credit cards and fake IDs, but most importantly his prized butterfly knife with his real name, Zain Espeth, engraved into the blade. Zain loosed a sigh, recalling how he ended up in this complex.
It was a typical night. He had picked a few pockets from streetgoers around 11pm, scoring two wallets with a total of $136 and a few credit cards. As he strolled along he passed his favorite burger joint and decided to spend some of his prize. After a moment later he was walking out with a double hamburger, voraciously biting into it's greasy center. He loved the place, despite how run-down it was, so made sure to leave the cook a nice tip of $30. After a short walk back to the apartment he stood at the door of apartment 254. Zain twirled the keys out of his pocket with style had the door open in under 3 seconds. He stepped into the dark living room. It was quiet and dark. Zain found this unsettling. Typically Alexander was home from class already, unless he was working over-time. "Alex?" Zain called out into the building. There was no reply. With a shrug he shut the door behind him and turned right into the barrel of a M16 assault rifle. Zain knew exactly when he was outmatched, but that wouldn't prevent his recklessness from attempting a daring escape. With a flick of his wrist and thumb a butterfly knife spun around his thumb opening, blade up.
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Which a swift upward jab he caught the gunman in the jaw. Blood spurt onto the floor as the man screamed out in agony. Zain turned and kicked open the door, bolting outside, leaping over the railing falling 12 feet to the ground, landing with a roll, on his feet running. He sprinted towards his brother's blue 99 Saab 9-3, to which he had a key. Upon touching the door handle he heard the distinct click of guns around him. With a glance he saw he was surrounded. With a sigh Zain loosed the keys from his hand, allowing them to fall to the ground and the men to apprehend him. With the butt of a gun to the temple everything had gone black, and here he was now.
Suddenly his door slid open. As he looked out a group of the inmates were grabbing parachutes and leaping from he now surmised was the plane. Zain stood and casually walked out glancing around. He spotted a set of metal footlockers near the door. he kicked it open and found his possessions. Pocketing them he grabbed one of the backpacks and fell backwards out of the plane. Embracing the wind he enjoyed the rush. As he noticed the ground approaching he pulled the cord and descended to the ground, waiting for the rest.
The boy chuckled as he looked towards the door. Had the guards not confiscated his possessions before being tossed into a cell, he may have had a chance at escape. The soldiers had taken his wallet, that held a multitude of stolen credit cards and fake IDs, but most importantly his prized butterfly knife with his real name, Zain Espeth, engraved into the blade. Zain loosed a sigh, recalling how he ended up in this complex.
It was a typical night. He had picked a few pockets from streetgoers around 11pm, scoring two wallets with a total of $136 and a few credit cards. As he strolled along he passed his favorite burger joint and decided to spend some of his prize. After a moment later he was walking out with a double hamburger, voraciously biting into it's greasy center. He loved the place, despite how run-down it was, so made sure to leave the cook a nice tip of $30. After a short walk back to the apartment he stood at the door of apartment 254. Zain twirled the keys out of his pocket with style had the door open in under 3 seconds. He stepped into the dark living room. It was quiet and dark. Zain found this unsettling. Typically Alexander was home from class already, unless he was working over-time. "Alex?" Zain called out into the building. There was no reply. With a shrug he shut the door behind him and turned right into the barrel of a M16 assault rifle. Zain knew exactly when he was outmatched, but that wouldn't prevent his recklessness from attempting a daring escape. With a flick of his wrist and thumb a butterfly knife spun around his thumb opening, blade up.
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Which a swift upward jab he caught the gunman in the jaw. Blood spurt onto the floor as the man screamed out in agony. Zain turned and kicked open the door, bolting outside, leaping over the railing falling 12 feet to the ground, landing with a roll, on his feet running. He sprinted towards his brother's blue 99 Saab 9-3, to which he had a key. Upon touching the door handle he heard the distinct click of guns around him. With a glance he saw he was surrounded. With a sigh Zain loosed the keys from his hand, allowing them to fall to the ground and the men to apprehend him. With the butt of a gun to the temple everything had gone black, and here he was now.
Suddenly his door slid open. As he looked out a group of the inmates were grabbing parachutes and leaping from he now surmised was the plane. Zain stood and casually walked out glancing around. He spotted a set of metal footlockers near the door. he kicked it open and found his possessions. Pocketing them he grabbed one of the backpacks and fell backwards out of the plane. Embracing the wind he enjoyed the rush. As he noticed the ground approaching he pulled the cord and descended to the ground, waiting for the rest.
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Ethon's long brown mane streamed behind him as he fell. Flicking like strands of flame. He watched those below him going down, they were going to be spread of a long area; the distance the aircraft had travel between each jump separating the landing zones. He spotted their leader blossom a parachute the sudden slow seemed to cause her to catapult towards them. Looking at the ground Ethon decided to not be as insane as she was and pull his 'chute quite a bit higher then she did. She looked dangerously close to the ground, perfect for some adrenaline junkie but Ethon wasn't one of those. The fabric billowed out of the backpack, unfolding and catching the air. Ethon felt the hard yank on his shoulders as his descent quickly began to slow. He could see others tugging cords and ejecting their parachutes.
Like him they all slowed, drifting towards the ground much slower then before. It seemed almost peaceful but it wasn't. They were still going fast enough that it would cause some damage if they failed to land properly. The wind still caught Ethon's hair, pulling it straight behind him. The others began to touch down after their energetic leader. Some more or less correctly, others a bit harsher. Nobody seemed too injured, until Ethon noticed that Crystal has been concealed by the nylon fabric of her parachute and wasn't removing it.
The ground then chose that moment to come up hard and fast. It all went quickly after that, his feet touched the ground; he felt the impact jarring his leg. He bent them quickly and kept moving forwards, his legs peddling quickly as he slowed so they wouldn’t be pulled from beneath him. Eventually he slowed as the parachute, lacking any wind to keep it shaped, collapsed on the ground behind him. He shrugged of the back pack, feeling the slightly tender areas where the straps dug into his shoulders. He stood for a moment, unable to do much with adrenaline coursing through him. He laughed then, a quick loud chuckle totally unlike him, he was alive. He had completed a crash course in sky diving with a parachute that looked more exhausted then he was.
He returned to his sensibilities after releasing most of his energy in the laugh. Quenching the power giving hormones to turned his attention to the others. He had been right; they were spread out, but not by much. Close enough to reach. He jogged past them all, approaching Crystal draped in her parachute. He hurried over and pulled the super strong fabric off her, kneeling and asking “Are you hurt? You looked like you went down bad.” His voice was full of concern, not at all finding it odd that he was attempting to look after their rescuer.
Like him they all slowed, drifting towards the ground much slower then before. It seemed almost peaceful but it wasn't. They were still going fast enough that it would cause some damage if they failed to land properly. The wind still caught Ethon's hair, pulling it straight behind him. The others began to touch down after their energetic leader. Some more or less correctly, others a bit harsher. Nobody seemed too injured, until Ethon noticed that Crystal has been concealed by the nylon fabric of her parachute and wasn't removing it.
The ground then chose that moment to come up hard and fast. It all went quickly after that, his feet touched the ground; he felt the impact jarring his leg. He bent them quickly and kept moving forwards, his legs peddling quickly as he slowed so they wouldn’t be pulled from beneath him. Eventually he slowed as the parachute, lacking any wind to keep it shaped, collapsed on the ground behind him. He shrugged of the back pack, feeling the slightly tender areas where the straps dug into his shoulders. He stood for a moment, unable to do much with adrenaline coursing through him. He laughed then, a quick loud chuckle totally unlike him, he was alive. He had completed a crash course in sky diving with a parachute that looked more exhausted then he was.
He returned to his sensibilities after releasing most of his energy in the laugh. Quenching the power giving hormones to turned his attention to the others. He had been right; they were spread out, but not by much. Close enough to reach. He jogged past them all, approaching Crystal draped in her parachute. He hurried over and pulled the super strong fabric off her, kneeling and asking “Are you hurt? You looked like you went down bad.” His voice was full of concern, not at all finding it odd that he was attempting to look after their rescuer.
OOC Notes
Krad pulled his cord slowing his decent like everybody else, though just as he was reaching the ground he released the straps and landed in a roll, the pain from the land wasn't as bad as his first time but it still hurt a little, he quickly shook it off and looked around, more peopled landed and others were already getting up, he loked for the person who had rescued them, there was a chance she had some kind of plan for now bu that wasn't always the case, still it was better to make any deals sooner than later.
He walked over to the girl who laid underneath her parachute, some guy got there first and uncovered her, he knelt down beside her. Krad guessed the guy was checking if she was ok, but Krad guessed she wasn't if she was the first to land but not the first up, he got up close and looked down at her, it looked like her legs were probably hurt so seeming as Krad guessed nobody here was a doctor he took it upon himself to at least get rid of the pain from her legs, he knelt down next to the guy and put his hand just above the girl's legs, he made them go numb, it was better than having to deal with pain, he'd done it on himself before so he knew how it felt, she wouldn't be feeling any pain in her legs for awhile but she wouldn't be able to walk right for now either, he could remove the effect at any moment in case she didn't want it. Krad then helped the girl up into a sitting position, after all she didn't seem badly ingured apart from her legs which it was probably only pain from the landing. "Hello, my name is Krad, what is yours?" he asked both the guy and girl, but more importantly the girl.
He walked over to the girl who laid underneath her parachute, some guy got there first and uncovered her, he knelt down beside her. Krad guessed the guy was checking if she was ok, but Krad guessed she wasn't if she was the first to land but not the first up, he got up close and looked down at her, it looked like her legs were probably hurt so seeming as Krad guessed nobody here was a doctor he took it upon himself to at least get rid of the pain from her legs, he knelt down next to the guy and put his hand just above the girl's legs, he made them go numb, it was better than having to deal with pain, he'd done it on himself before so he knew how it felt, she wouldn't be feeling any pain in her legs for awhile but she wouldn't be able to walk right for now either, he could remove the effect at any moment in case she didn't want it. Krad then helped the girl up into a sitting position, after all she didn't seem badly ingured apart from her legs which it was probably only pain from the landing. "Hello, my name is Krad, what is yours?" he asked both the guy and girl, but more importantly the girl.
OOC Notes
When Lucille got her parachute open, she faced a bit of a predicament. Her flowing dress proved to be a bit hard to handle when descending down rather than the plummeting part from the beginning. She pressed down on the fabric, pushing it against herself in order to keep it in place. However, she didn't need to worry for long, since the ground grew closer & closer. She headed towards the little clearing, but just before her feet could touch the ground, she suddenly stopped.
"Uh-oh..." Lucille murmured & looked up only to see that her parachute had caught on a very large branch from the tree beside her. She wondered how it had happened but because this was her first time skydiving, she didn't question it too much. In fact, she let her lips form a cute smile on her face. Not only was it funny that she dangled from a tree, her feet only inches away from the safety of the ground, but she'd actually skydived out of a plane. She hadn't done it for fun, but to actually save her life. It seemed so incredible to her. She was alive & not at all hurt, not even a bruise on her body.
The young woman with the Roman numeral etched into her eye bit her lower lip in order to prevent a giggle of happiness from escaping her. She swung her legs to & fro for a moment as she looked down at her feet--enjoying the overwhelming feeling of being free. Then, when she lifted her gaze & looked around, she noticed a young man asking if their rescuer was all right. Lucille's complexion filled with worry & surprise, for she hadn't noticed anything going wrong. In turn, she freed herself from the backpack & let her feet touch the ground suddenly.
"Is it serious?" Lucielle asked after making her way towards them, the cute side of her personality hiding behind her mask again.
"Uh-oh..." Lucille murmured & looked up only to see that her parachute had caught on a very large branch from the tree beside her. She wondered how it had happened but because this was her first time skydiving, she didn't question it too much. In fact, she let her lips form a cute smile on her face. Not only was it funny that she dangled from a tree, her feet only inches away from the safety of the ground, but she'd actually skydived out of a plane. She hadn't done it for fun, but to actually save her life. It seemed so incredible to her. She was alive & not at all hurt, not even a bruise on her body.
The young woman with the Roman numeral etched into her eye bit her lower lip in order to prevent a giggle of happiness from escaping her. She swung her legs to & fro for a moment as she looked down at her feet--enjoying the overwhelming feeling of being free. Then, when she lifted her gaze & looked around, she noticed a young man asking if their rescuer was all right. Lucille's complexion filled with worry & surprise, for she hadn't noticed anything going wrong. In turn, she freed herself from the backpack & let her feet touch the ground suddenly.
"Is it serious?" Lucielle asked after making her way towards them, the cute side of her personality hiding behind her mask again.
OOC Notes
"Note to myself... skydiving while wearing a dress is a no, it affects maneuverability and it´s cold."
Isu looked down as she slowly decent, now she understood why in all the shows about sky divers all wear funny clothes probably the fabrics were special to avoid manipulation of wind and to keep them hot. Despite of having some troubles with her parachute and being moved by the wind like if she was a lonely leaf on a branch the girl was able to force her body to land on her legs and not on her face.
"...!" Saying that Isu landed on her butt would be a statement without a lot of details, it was more like she forgot to use her legs to use completely her rear, the girl let the parachute cover her as she bit her lip to hold out a cry of pain while she passed her left hand through the injured area looking for two things, first one: blood, wearing pants instead of a dress would be a good idea from now on; the second and most troublesome one: a rip in her dress, that would be awful. Incredible, and she had to thank her height and weight for it, her dress was intact and there was no blood right she could feel a lot of bruises but those were little details.
Feeling more motivated Isu fought her way out of the huge fabric as she stood up, the first thing she noticed was that a small circle was forming around the girl who helped them, basing herself in the few things said it seemed like she got hurt, considering that there were enough hands helping her Isu crossed her arms over her chest and looked around while the wind moved her long hair and her scarf.
It took less than a minute before she spoke, more like a comment than talking to someone. "No civilization at sight."
If it was other situation Isu would be proud of her attitude, it sound like if she was commenting on the weather, but no now at least she wasn´t able to see a light pole, or a road, anywhere that was enough to make that bad news, worse knowing that there was an injury. The girl raised her sight to the sky wanting to know where she was and more importantly who was responsible of her kidnapping.
Isu looked down as she slowly decent, now she understood why in all the shows about sky divers all wear funny clothes probably the fabrics were special to avoid manipulation of wind and to keep them hot. Despite of having some troubles with her parachute and being moved by the wind like if she was a lonely leaf on a branch the girl was able to force her body to land on her legs and not on her face.
"...!" Saying that Isu landed on her butt would be a statement without a lot of details, it was more like she forgot to use her legs to use completely her rear, the girl let the parachute cover her as she bit her lip to hold out a cry of pain while she passed her left hand through the injured area looking for two things, first one: blood, wearing pants instead of a dress would be a good idea from now on; the second and most troublesome one: a rip in her dress, that would be awful. Incredible, and she had to thank her height and weight for it, her dress was intact and there was no blood right she could feel a lot of bruises but those were little details.
Feeling more motivated Isu fought her way out of the huge fabric as she stood up, the first thing she noticed was that a small circle was forming around the girl who helped them, basing herself in the few things said it seemed like she got hurt, considering that there were enough hands helping her Isu crossed her arms over her chest and looked around while the wind moved her long hair and her scarf.
It took less than a minute before she spoke, more like a comment than talking to someone. "No civilization at sight."
If it was other situation Isu would be proud of her attitude, it sound like if she was commenting on the weather, but no now at least she wasn´t able to see a light pole, or a road, anywhere that was enough to make that bad news, worse knowing that there was an injury. The girl raised her sight to the sky wanting to know where she was and more importantly who was responsible of her kidnapping.
OOC Notes
It had been almost 24 hours since Zumi had left home. As he walked in the middle of nowhere, he recalled the events that had occurred merely hours before. He didn't remember a whole lot; he heard the commotion in the rest of the house before the men burst into his room. And after that, everything was a blur. He had woken up in his front lawn, several corpses lying around him, and he was soaking wet. He wished he could remember who those men were or what they wanted with him. He hoped his questions would be answered soon, but for now, he just kept walking. That was always Zumi's answer to a problem like this. Just keep moving, like a river. He looked around; it was so barren. Oddly he found it beautiful, the endless plains of grassy green. The grass was abundant with colorful flowers, that painted the green like a canvas. Birds and butterflies flew overhead, occasionally dipping down to investigate the curious flower. Zumi was suddenly filled with a feeling of nature-induced peace and euphoria.
But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.. the sky started raining people. His attention was grabbed by a plane flying very high overhead. He watched in awe as several little dots grew larger and larger as they fell closer to the earth. Eventually, pow, a girl landed right in front of him and squealed as she rolled over under her parachute. Several other kids followed her; they all appeared to be within the same age range, about Zumi's age he figured. He watched as everyone ran over the make sure the girl was okay. Zumi normally would have done the same thing, but he was still staring in awe, incapable of just going along with this, the way he did so many other things that happened in his life. Eventually he snapped out of it and walked over to the group of people, who had successfully tended to the girl's wounds. He felt reassured that she would be okay, but he was too shy (and a bit too untrusting) to show concern just yet. "Um, hello." he started. "I'm Zumi..... who are you people? And uh, why did you all just fall out of the sky?" he inquired, trying not to sound too ridiculous.
But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.. the sky started raining people. His attention was grabbed by a plane flying very high overhead. He watched in awe as several little dots grew larger and larger as they fell closer to the earth. Eventually, pow, a girl landed right in front of him and squealed as she rolled over under her parachute. Several other kids followed her; they all appeared to be within the same age range, about Zumi's age he figured. He watched as everyone ran over the make sure the girl was okay. Zumi normally would have done the same thing, but he was still staring in awe, incapable of just going along with this, the way he did so many other things that happened in his life. Eventually he snapped out of it and walked over to the group of people, who had successfully tended to the girl's wounds. He felt reassured that she would be okay, but he was too shy (and a bit too untrusting) to show concern just yet. "Um, hello." he started. "I'm Zumi..... who are you people? And uh, why did you all just fall out of the sky?" he inquired, trying not to sound too ridiculous.
OOC Notes
Zain smiled as he fell from the sky. Despite the parachutes resistance, he continued to plummet towards the rapidly approaching ground. He watched as his peers landed, some less graceful than others. He had never skydived before, although had always wished to. Observing the more skilled jumpers he was attempting to piece the landing together as he fell. The clearing he wanted to aim for was getting packed, and quick. That would be a rather detrimental landing to anyone beneath him. Instead he decided to come short of the clearing, tugging on his straps, steering towards an opening in the trees about 20 ft in diameter.
Knowing the chute would get caught in the tree, he decided upon the more reckless course of action. Spinning out his prized knife, Zain slashed the cords holding the pack about 15 feet from the ground, and tucked into a roll, sending his white trench jacket into a twirl. He landed rolling on his back and came out of the fall on his feet, taking a knee as his jacket fell like a cape. Looking up he noticed he was only 6 feet from the group of fellow jumpers. Only now did he realize he still had his knife out and open. He flipped the blade several times into close and pocketed it. Unsure of who to proceed he simply tilted his head up. "What up?" he said cooly as someone who wasn't a plane-jumper spoke. "Clearly we fell because we leapt from an aircraft. Easy concept right?"
Knowing the chute would get caught in the tree, he decided upon the more reckless course of action. Spinning out his prized knife, Zain slashed the cords holding the pack about 15 feet from the ground, and tucked into a roll, sending his white trench jacket into a twirl. He landed rolling on his back and came out of the fall on his feet, taking a knee as his jacket fell like a cape. Looking up he noticed he was only 6 feet from the group of fellow jumpers. Only now did he realize he still had his knife out and open. He flipped the blade several times into close and pocketed it. Unsure of who to proceed he simply tilted his head up. "What up?" he said cooly as someone who wasn't a plane-jumper spoke. "Clearly we fell because we leapt from an aircraft. Easy concept right?"
OOC Notes
Krad got up and looked around at all the other people, more people had joined him on checking if the girl was alright and somebody who he hadn't seen in the aircraft had arrived, when some guy said "Clearly we fell because we leapt from an aircraft. Easy concept right?" Krad shrugged, and replied "I though we were alien experiments designed to get the earth ready for an invasion, but if that's what you think it seems more probable". When Krad heard a girl comment about no civilisation in sight he quickly looked around, not spotting anything he walked up to her.
"So how do you feel about the current situation that all of us are in?" Krad asked the girl, "By the way, I'm Krad", it would be good to know people's names rather than calling them girl or some guy, that and if he could make some sort of deal in this situation it would be even better, maybe one of them would need a body guard, it was what he was usually hired for and he had more chance of being hired as a body guard for one of the girls than one of the guys, Krad also noticed a couple of the guy carrying guns which had previously been on the guards, Krad checked to see if he still had his gloves on his inside pocket and was glad when he found they were there.
"So how do you feel about the current situation that all of us are in?" Krad asked the girl, "By the way, I'm Krad", it would be good to know people's names rather than calling them girl or some guy, that and if he could make some sort of deal in this situation it would be even better, maybe one of them would need a body guard, it was what he was usually hired for and he had more chance of being hired as a body guard for one of the girls than one of the guys, Krad also noticed a couple of the guy carrying guns which had previously been on the guards, Krad checked to see if he still had his gloves on his inside pocket and was glad when he found they were there.
OOC Notes
Alexander saw parachutes going up. He knew what he had to do. He tugged the cord, and quckly the white canvas shot forth, and quickly caught the air. He felt himself decelerating. Soon his fall was to a lazier pace. Some people had already gotten to the ground. He had no idea how to aim a parachute landing, so he let the wind carry him where it would. The wind swept him towards a large, old oak tree. It moved him past it. He could see many people on the ground. He touched down gently, near a girl with long, dark hair, his apparent rescuer, and a few others. He took off the parachute and walked over.
The face of the cheery girl was trying its best to be so, but it was obvious that it was holding back sharp pains. Alexander, unfortunately, was no doctor, but he did have some experience with the Boy Scouts. He ran over to the oak tree and grabbed two sturdy branches. He then ran over to the parachute. He needed to find a way to cut the canvas. He ran back to the tree and looked around, and saw a sharp-looking stick. He dashed back to the parachute, stood on it, stretching it with his feet, and plunged the stick in. It cut the canvas, albeit poorly. He soon managed to cut out a large-enough segment. With some motions, he managed to make a stretcher using the canvas segment and branches. He took it over to the group again.
"I am Alexander. I see that you are injured. This stretcher will allow us to move you with minimal harm," he explained to the rescuer, and set it on the ground near her, "If you can get yourself on it, we could move you." He looked about. "We will need two people to carry it. I can be one of them. Who will be the other?" he asked, eyeing the two nearest by: the girl with the I on her eye and the boy with the ponytail.
The face of the cheery girl was trying its best to be so, but it was obvious that it was holding back sharp pains. Alexander, unfortunately, was no doctor, but he did have some experience with the Boy Scouts. He ran over to the oak tree and grabbed two sturdy branches. He then ran over to the parachute. He needed to find a way to cut the canvas. He ran back to the tree and looked around, and saw a sharp-looking stick. He dashed back to the parachute, stood on it, stretching it with his feet, and plunged the stick in. It cut the canvas, albeit poorly. He soon managed to cut out a large-enough segment. With some motions, he managed to make a stretcher using the canvas segment and branches. He took it over to the group again.
"I am Alexander. I see that you are injured. This stretcher will allow us to move you with minimal harm," he explained to the rescuer, and set it on the ground near her, "If you can get yourself on it, we could move you." He looked about. "We will need two people to carry it. I can be one of them. Who will be the other?" he asked, eyeing the two nearest by: the girl with the I on her eye and the boy with the ponytail.
OOC Notes
Zumi stared at another strange boy who had landed and said something about alien invaders. "What??? Alien invaders? Wait a minute .. are you guys escapees from the men in uniforms?" he looked around and noticed some people had number markings on them. He nearly gasped for air in shock. "Wait a minute. you people.. you're like me" he watched as they made a stretcher for the wounded girl. He thought that was overdoing it a bit, but he didnt speak up about it as he had only just met these people. Everyone seemed really distracted, but he was still confused and looking around for somebody to tell him a little more about why they had jumped out of a plane and what the connection was between the people with numbers on them.
OOC Notes
Isu winked after hearing Krad´s, as he introduced that way, question when she opened them her look was showing her bad habit of considering the speaker´s sanity or intelligence, but to Krad´s good luck this gesture could pass more as a frown as she continued looking to the sky now considering the question... Indeed a very good question.
The situation was strange while in the plane, now it was getting ridiculously dangerous. The mysterious girl who saved them was... well that: a girl, Isu remembered being taken by people in military clothes before she wanted to know that let the rescue success now she wasn´t so sure. In the corner of her eye she was able to see a guy moving a knife with such a skill that it scared her, also Krad said something interesting an alien comment yes but it was about them and not him; few included others when it concerned unknown people, also Alexander´s way of acting... intelligent wasn´t enough to describe it. In conclusion to Isu all of them were like her: someone with strange skills, a fact confirmed by Zumi´s , another one that introduced without being asked, surprised expression.
Isu lowered her eyes to match Krad´s sight before he though that she was ignoring him and before a madness began. "Some call me Is..." it wasn´t a lie there was a story behind of how a girl with funny accent said her name fast and it sound more-less as "tissue" and how her cold attitude killed the joke.
"And my opinion of the situation is that this is getting dangerous..." Isu raise her sight again as if the situation didn´t concern her. "Planes, armed people, an injured girl in the middle of... somewhere." The girl shrugged showing her best cold look to the distance "If I wasn´t here I would think this a bad joke."
Isu looked at the bracelets in her legs and arms before turning to Alexander. "I can help it will be a good exercise."
The situation was strange while in the plane, now it was getting ridiculously dangerous. The mysterious girl who saved them was... well that: a girl, Isu remembered being taken by people in military clothes before she wanted to know that let the rescue success now she wasn´t so sure. In the corner of her eye she was able to see a guy moving a knife with such a skill that it scared her, also Krad said something interesting an alien comment yes but it was about them and not him; few included others when it concerned unknown people, also Alexander´s way of acting... intelligent wasn´t enough to describe it. In conclusion to Isu all of them were like her: someone with strange skills, a fact confirmed by Zumi´s , another one that introduced without being asked, surprised expression.
Isu lowered her eyes to match Krad´s sight before he though that she was ignoring him and before a madness began. "Some call me Is..." it wasn´t a lie there was a story behind of how a girl with funny accent said her name fast and it sound more-less as "tissue" and how her cold attitude killed the joke.
"And my opinion of the situation is that this is getting dangerous..." Isu raise her sight again as if the situation didn´t concern her. "Planes, armed people, an injured girl in the middle of... somewhere." The girl shrugged showing her best cold look to the distance "If I wasn´t here I would think this a bad joke."
Isu looked at the bracelets in her legs and arms before turning to Alexander. "I can help it will be a good exercise."
OOC Notes
Felix shot through the air, his initial form- an almost diver-like pose- causing him to cut through the air relatively cleanly. It felt exhilarating to move at such intense speeds, in such an environment that it felt like he could do so forever. However, the thought that the ground awaited later allowed him to not just give in to the rush. Realizing that it was becoming harder to move his arms as the air pushed against him at rapidly increasing speeds, he spread his arms out quickly to maximize his surface area, causing him to slow down greatly. Below him, a bird was barely able to fly through his pathway.
He instinctively pulled his parachute cord earlier than the girl before him -a bit too early- causing him to "rise" suddenly. This sudden force caused what must have been a faulty wire on the parachute to snap, causing him to spin wildly as his chute attempted to open. Frantically, he reached out and caught the broken ends of the wire with either hand and, quickly and recklessly, wove them together. Then, like molding clay, he squished them together into a single line again- though it was somewhat shorter due to the loss of line used in the ball that repaired the break. This difference caused him to constantly turn left as he fell, causing him to fall a distance away from the group, and relatively hard- but luckily on some type of brush or hay.
Felix recovered from his daze, and for several seconds struggled in the workings of the chute that covered him and the tangled mass he had landed on. After he escaped, he twisted the wires so the chute became separated from the fabric and folded neatly into the pack. The material might be useful later. He stumbled to the main landing site and plopped down next to the girl that had saved them. Voices all around were flying, mostly questions, concerned statements, or snappy retorts. Felix massaged his temples.
"Guys, guys. Calm down and let her recover will you? How would you feel if you got hurt and all of a sudden 7 or 8 people were yelling in your face?" He waited for things to quiet down even a bit. "We're all a bit confused and dazed, but if you keep yammering on everything will just become some type of shouting match until those guys come back to pick us up. We need to just take a second to get our bearings, then get moving. Once we've gained some ground we can talk."
He instinctively pulled his parachute cord earlier than the girl before him -a bit too early- causing him to "rise" suddenly. This sudden force caused what must have been a faulty wire on the parachute to snap, causing him to spin wildly as his chute attempted to open. Frantically, he reached out and caught the broken ends of the wire with either hand and, quickly and recklessly, wove them together. Then, like molding clay, he squished them together into a single line again- though it was somewhat shorter due to the loss of line used in the ball that repaired the break. This difference caused him to constantly turn left as he fell, causing him to fall a distance away from the group, and relatively hard- but luckily on some type of brush or hay.
Felix recovered from his daze, and for several seconds struggled in the workings of the chute that covered him and the tangled mass he had landed on. After he escaped, he twisted the wires so the chute became separated from the fabric and folded neatly into the pack. The material might be useful later. He stumbled to the main landing site and plopped down next to the girl that had saved them. Voices all around were flying, mostly questions, concerned statements, or snappy retorts. Felix massaged his temples.
"Guys, guys. Calm down and let her recover will you? How would you feel if you got hurt and all of a sudden 7 or 8 people were yelling in your face?" He waited for things to quiet down even a bit. "We're all a bit confused and dazed, but if you keep yammering on everything will just become some type of shouting match until those guys come back to pick us up. We need to just take a second to get our bearings, then get moving. Once we've gained some ground we can talk."
OOC Notes
Krad had meant the whole alien thing as a joke, it wasn't real or anything, he doubted that the aliens would get such strange people to try and get the earth ready for an invasion, anyway why would Aliens want Earth? there isn't anything special about it. "Red scarf is right" we should try and move somewhere else as soon as possible, they'll probably be after us once they realise that not a single person is left as their prisoner" Krad said, seming as there were some trees just off abit which some people seemed to get stuck on Krad though it would be a good idea to go there.
"Ok people, let's move to the trees, other guy you come to for now" Krad said nodding to the guy who hadn't sky dived and was wondering what was going on, "Nice to meet you Isu" he added, "Also don't bother saying what your name is, we can discuss this later, also we only need two people carrying the stretcher, anyone not already doing something either help anyone else who might be hurt abit to the trees or get you own ass to the trees," Krad pointed to the trees he was talking about, he didn't care about being some leader and he didn't want to be but it seemed that everybody wasn't sure what to do, so he took it upon himself.
(Yay for random names calling time)
"Ok people, let's move to the trees, other guy you come to for now" Krad said nodding to the guy who hadn't sky dived and was wondering what was going on, "Nice to meet you Isu" he added, "Also don't bother saying what your name is, we can discuss this later, also we only need two people carrying the stretcher, anyone not already doing something either help anyone else who might be hurt abit to the trees or get you own ass to the trees," Krad pointed to the trees he was talking about, he didn't care about being some leader and he didn't want to be but it seemed that everybody wasn't sure what to do, so he took it upon himself.
(Yay for random names calling time)
OOC Notes
Lucille remained quiet as everyone's frustration of confusion unfolded. She didn't speak, nor did she reply to Alexander's question for help verbally. Instead, she interlaced her fingers behind her & took a step back. It wasn't that she wasn't worried--even if it was just a little--but because she didn't want to risk hurting their rescuer. It might have been selfish of her through someone else's eyes, but she didn't consider it so. She considered not feeling anymore pain a good thing.
She continued to say nothing as she looked about whilst wondering if they were in another state or another country. Then, Lucille shifted her gaze towards the others. She was glad that someone had mentioned for everyone to be quiet & take a breather; however, she wondered why another young man was giving them direction. She didn't mind it since it made sense, but his vulgarity made her expression colder than it was already. "Perhaps we should move now... They could come back & look for us," the pretty, but mysterious girl finally said, her tone rather matter-of-factly.
Lucille's a honey-sweet girl in the inside; those are her true colors. But because she doesn't know the people she's with & she doesn't know their powers, sh's cautious. She acts cold simply because her mask had fallen over her face as soon as her feet had touched the ground & her gaze that flickered from person to person. Her defense mechanism's turned on, as if a switch, & those that didn't bother to dig for her true self would always know her as a selfish b*tch.
She continued to say nothing as she looked about whilst wondering if they were in another state or another country. Then, Lucille shifted her gaze towards the others. She was glad that someone had mentioned for everyone to be quiet & take a breather; however, she wondered why another young man was giving them direction. She didn't mind it since it made sense, but his vulgarity made her expression colder than it was already. "Perhaps we should move now... They could come back & look for us," the pretty, but mysterious girl finally said, her tone rather matter-of-factly.
Lucille's a honey-sweet girl in the inside; those are her true colors. But because she doesn't know the people she's with & she doesn't know their powers, sh's cautious. She acts cold simply because her mask had fallen over her face as soon as her feet had touched the ground & her gaze that flickered from person to person. Her defense mechanism's turned on, as if a switch, & those that didn't bother to dig for her true self would always know her as a selfish b*tch.
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Thirteen Paths
1, 2, 3, 4by Lightning Flash on Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:54 pm
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Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
Okay, why are people taking so long to post? We had a decent start, its not like there is nothing to do.
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
A quick question. I know we landed somewhere in mid-western America but I don't know exactly what terrain that is. What are the surrondings like where the group has landed?
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Yeah, my bad
I've just been a little busy latel. I will post shortly.
And as for your character, Chan, I will PM you, because I do have a couple of questions.
I've just been a little busy latel. I will post shortly.
And as for your character, Chan, I will PM you, because I do have a couple of questions.
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
when are we going to get this rp rolling again it seems that it just came to a stop after most of us jumped
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
My character has been submitted. If you feel anything should be changed Lightning let me know. Also I can implement my character in anyway you wish.
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Yeah, anything works really :P I just didn't know how else to introduce my character since it seemed like everybody was jumping out of the plane but i didnt want to take it in a direction that you weren't planning on yknow?
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Well, if you don't want to have been captured, then I'm not sure. I just thought the first introductory post jumping out could be a good introduction to everybody's character. But, right now te plane is flying over midwestern US, so us landing near someone's campsite may not be a bad idea. (Perhaps I have Crystal mess up and break her leg or something. That could get your character involved, right?)
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So considering everyone else was in the plain I'm thinkin i dont want to be in the plain lol so where's this going just for point of fact? Cause I want to post but I'm not sure where I should go with it. Like maybe you guys land in a forest where I've made camp..? Would that work?
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Alright! Both of you are accepted! Now your characters are some of the ones present on the plane. Happy skydiving.
And also I can say I am very pleasently surprised at the choices in power people have made. I was fully expecting for all of the quartet to go first, then the triad and whomever limped in at the end to take the sextet. But I am very glad that solid RPers all around are still taking te sextet when fire is still an option! Kudos!
And I want to thank all of you for joining so far. I did not expect to get thirteen people so fast (Yes, thirteen. The only powers left are Fire, Sharpness and Hardness), I thank you all for taking interest in this little idea of mine.
Side note: I'm laughing my head off at the descriptions of Crystal. Alex says she's either a thrillseeker or excitable. She's a little of one and a LOT of the other :D
And also I can say I am very pleasently surprised at the choices in power people have made. I was fully expecting for all of the quartet to go first, then the triad and whomever limped in at the end to take the sextet. But I am very glad that solid RPers all around are still taking te sextet when fire is still an option! Kudos!
And I want to thank all of you for joining so far. I did not expect to get thirteen people so fast (Yes, thirteen. The only powers left are Fire, Sharpness and Hardness), I thank you all for taking interest in this little idea of mine.
Side note: I'm laughing my head off at the descriptions of Crystal. Alex says she's either a thrillseeker or excitable. She's a little of one and a LOT of the other :D
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
I found this rp thrilling and very interesting, I chose the 8th skill. I hope the chara profile works.
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
Ya... I've had my friends say that to me when I explained it to them. Although the concept was purely origonal, and I took no inspiration from KH. I just chose 13 because it was a nice number to use and gave me good numbers in each of the groups.
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THis whole thing just reminds me of Organisation XIII which would make me Saix because I'm number VII (hehehe, moon powers)
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Alright, Snake, accepted. It's up to you wheter you want to be in the great escape from the plane or if you want to wait a bit.
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O.K. then I guess I'll post the intro. I'll make the first job of those that are already in the RP to find more numbers.
Okay, I will post the first post and the RP is now open!
Okay, I will post the first post and the RP is now open!
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
That's fine, I can always join the party a little later, I need to figure out which concept will be better suited to my character's idealogy :P
Re: [OOC] Thirteen Paths
If your character is holding a round object, such as a pipe, theoretically you could make it a point. It would just take a rediculous amount of energy. My reasoning behind this is that any edge is actually a curve, and sharpness reduces the width of the curve, hence making the object sharper. So theoretically you could make a pipe into a point, but you would probably pass out halfway through.
But sharpness can work really well on an object such as a pencil, that is already sharp (Err... dull at the moment, but can easily become sharp basically, if it has a tip or an edge). You can easily make it extremely sharp. However, keep in mind, that you still cannot reenforce the strength of the material when you are sharpening it. Such as, no matter how sharp you make a pencil, it does not have the structural integrity to make it through a wall. Although combining sharpness and hardness leads to many interesting possibilities :)
As for the avalability of fire, the astute reader may notice that on the fifth post of this topic, (Edit:Edit:Edit: Okay, sixth. I was trying to do it from memory.) someone claimed the element of fire. But you may also notice, I have fire listed aas open. This is because I have recieved sagecervello's character sheet, and with my necessary revisions I sent a PM to him. In reply I have seen nothing, and therefore he is refusing to cooperate with the rules of this RP. Therefore the element of fire is open.
sagecervello: If you are reading this SEND ME A PM at least expressing that you are in the process of revising your character. Or post something to that effect here. I will not accept your character as it currently is. If you do so after someone else has claimed the element of fire however, you will be booted out of the spot of fire guardian whether you make the revisions or not. You snooze you loose.
Edit: I accepted the two characters (Shadow's and Templar's) they look good and both look interesting.
I just have a word to both Shadow and Chari, this IS modern day, so expect to get a lot of strange looks when you say you come from a mercenary clan and are a ninja. Yeah... just giving you the heads up.
Edit: Edit: Changram. How long do you think it will take to get your character up? I'm just kind of anxious to get the RP up as I have already made the first post in word :). So if you're still working out the basic concept of the character, I may just start it, with the characters we already have and you can join in very shortly.
P.S.: Wow I packed a lot into that... That is the most edits I've ever done on a post. :)
But sharpness can work really well on an object such as a pencil, that is already sharp (Err... dull at the moment, but can easily become sharp basically, if it has a tip or an edge). You can easily make it extremely sharp. However, keep in mind, that you still cannot reenforce the strength of the material when you are sharpening it. Such as, no matter how sharp you make a pencil, it does not have the structural integrity to make it through a wall. Although combining sharpness and hardness leads to many interesting possibilities :)
As for the avalability of fire, the astute reader may notice that on the fifth post of this topic, (Edit:Edit:Edit: Okay, sixth. I was trying to do it from memory.) someone claimed the element of fire. But you may also notice, I have fire listed aas open. This is because I have recieved sagecervello's character sheet, and with my necessary revisions I sent a PM to him. In reply I have seen nothing, and therefore he is refusing to cooperate with the rules of this RP. Therefore the element of fire is open.
sagecervello: If you are reading this SEND ME A PM at least expressing that you are in the process of revising your character. Or post something to that effect here. I will not accept your character as it currently is. If you do so after someone else has claimed the element of fire however, you will be booted out of the spot of fire guardian whether you make the revisions or not. You snooze you loose.
Edit: I accepted the two characters (Shadow's and Templar's) they look good and both look interesting.
I just have a word to both Shadow and Chari, this IS modern day, so expect to get a lot of strange looks when you say you come from a mercenary clan and are a ninja. Yeah... just giving you the heads up.
Edit: Edit: Changram. How long do you think it will take to get your character up? I'm just kind of anxious to get the RP up as I have already made the first post in word :). So if you're still working out the basic concept of the character, I may just start it, with the characters we already have and you can join in very shortly.
P.S.: Wow I packed a lot into that... That is the most edits I've ever done on a post. :)
