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Introduction
Welcome to the world of Wannabes, or “The Wanaverse” as I like to call it. Here, supernatural powers are natural, companies make vast leaps in technology every other year, aliens don’t just come from other countries, and the President of the United States of America could take control of the world whenever he wanted to.
There are lot’s of stories to be told here, and you’re welcome to enter into any one of them, or perhaps you’d rather tell your own?
Before we get into that though, you should learn a little about the world
The World:
This world is much like our own. While superior technology, beings of great metaphysical power and mysticism, aliens, and supernatural creatures do exist, the day to day life of the majority population is not that much different. How could this possibly be? While it may seem fantastic to us, most of this has been around for the last two generations, and for the people of this world, it’s just a part of life.
The Geopolitical State:
Much like the world in general, the geopolitical state is quite similar to our own, though its differences are greater. Several countries are, in fact, outlaw nations existing in a state of cold war with the rest of the world. This is due to their refusal to accept the terms of the United Civilized Nations Treaty, introduced in 2005, which was, in most basic terms, a formal agreement among leaders to grant the citizens of their countries basic human rights, including freedom of, and from, religion.
The 44th President:
In 2005, Michael Ansen-Khevan Oren IV, became the 44th president of the united states. Having turned MAKO Corp. into the most successful company in the world, there was a great number of people who wanted to see him do the same with the United States of America. Though he declined to run when nominated, those that supported him ran a successful campaign in name, making him the first President to ever be elected through write in votes. He is widely considered to be a kind man, a humanitarian, a genius, and absolutely ruthless. He pushed through the United Civilized Nations Treaty, under threat of force which he demonstrated by removing North Korea as a world power in less than 48 hours. He has been jokingly referred to as the nicest dictator the world has ever seen, and regarded nervously by the rest of the world as the man who could rule it.
The War on Terror:
After the terrorist attacks on Sept 11th 2001, the American military made a move against the group or groups responsible and believed to be in the middle east. The campaign progressed quickly thanks to advanced technology provided by one of the companies that had been targeted by the attack. However, in 2003 the war came to an end, when a massive dragon appeared in the middle of Baghdad and leveled most of the city as well as several others across the middle east, shifting the focus to one of humanitarianism and rebuilding.
The Ravaging:
For three days a creature simply referred to as The Dragon reaped a path of destruction across the Middle East. Its origin and nature unknown, it sent shock-waves of fear and suspicion through the world. Theories abound, some speculating that it may have been a creature summoned through magic or a bio-weapon. The fact that America, and its allies, forces were generally unmolested by the creature lead to great speculation that it was their doing. The United States government repeatedly and vehemently denied such claims, and pushed for a world wide ban on research into bio-weapons, regulation of mutants and magic users, as well as developing special military forces to respond to such events.
Normal Humans:
Just like us, they posses no inherent special abilities, though they are capable of learning powerful magic.
Magic:
Magic, n, “ma’gic”: The manipulation of natural energies to create unnatural occurrences. Such as it is defined by Miriam-Webster. Magic is as much a science as any other though, as the energies must be manipulated properly and in the right quantities for the desired effect. It is merely the method in which this is done which makes it seem so different. Runes, words, and other such devices may be used to achieve the desired effect quickly and accurately, but a skilled user could weave something together from scratch. This is more time consuming and risky, but sometimes it’s the only option, and every spell was created this way in the first place. Theoretically, any human would be capable of using these skills, it is simply a matter of spending enough time and effort to attune themselves to the energy of the world. Some find this easier than others, though no one is so attuned as to perform magical feats accidentally or unintentionally.
The Gifted:
The gifted are nearly identical to normal humans, though they are genetically superior. They are generally stronger, faster, smarter, and more resistant to illness and injury. Some may be less advanced in some areas, and more in others.
Mutants:
Mutants share many similarities with normal humans and the gifted, though unlike the gifted, there is no standard deviation in the genetic code. No “mutant gene,” if you will. These differences may cause a vast number of physical differences, as well as giving them abilities far beyond the norm. These differences are not always beneficial, and there was a high fatality rate due to the individual being unable to survive the effects of their own abilities until the mid 1800s.
Due to the vast variances in their genetic structure there has been very little progress made in understanding how they come to be.
There is some speculation that The Gifted are the next step in human evolution, and that the mutant factor comes from an outside source.
Lab Rats:
Despite bans on the development of bio-weapons and super-soldiers, there are several individuals and companies that continue the research, even within the United States. Some tests are done on unwitting individuals, others volunteer, some are accidents. Though most accidents that result in the development of super-natural powers are the sort of thing that would kill a normal person, leaving some people to theorize that it was not "just an accident". Unlike mutants, though there is little practical difference between these individuals and mutants, their powers tend towards instability and may even prove fatal.
Power Licenses:
As the mutant population grew, and more advanced technology became commonly available, as it has a tendency to happen, the amount in the hands of criminals grew to the point that standard law enforcement was incapable of handling it. It was not infrequent for good Samaritans of the mutant variety to step in and lend a hand; some even making a habit out of it. This lead to enormous problems in law enforcement as the collateral damage from these encounters were often high and civilian injuries were frequent. There was constant debate, at all levels, as to whether it was worth the effort and risk to bring in the powered vigilantes or if they should be left alone. In the late 80s the Power Licensing Initiative was introduced. This created a program through which people with powers could be trained in defensive and life-saving techniques, and be given a list of rules to follow, such as always to defer to police and military judgment and orders, and to put civilian safety as a top priority. This was generally viewed as an excellent compromise between allowing vigilantes to have free reign and outlawing them all together, or even conscripting them into government service as a small minority has desired. The program was free and required no commitment to actually do anything in the event of an emergency, it simply made sure that anyone who might be tempted to use their powers to help would not make things worse by doing so. This created a simple line to divide illegal and legal acts, as well as allowing for accountability. Minimum age to start classes is 14.
Extra-Terrestrial Aliens:
They exist. Their existence has been confirmed since the late 18th century. Where, when, and how often they have visited the planet remains a mystery, as well as if there are any living on the planet. With all the mutants, who’d know?
Infernomancers:
Infernomancers don't exist. Well, not officially. Pretty much anyone who says that they're powers come from demons seems to be at least slightly psychotic and usually homicidal, so they're considered as simply being insane mutants. The term was coined though, so at least somebody believes it.
Supernatural Creatures and Monsters:
Never say never. With the conformation of magical power, supernatural creatures such as werewolves and vampires are considered possible, though unconfirmed. Monsters and other legendary creatures are also a possibility, but surprisingly, their existence remains just doubted as they are in our world. Not necessarily that they don’t exist, but that they could be a mutant, or an illusion or summoned creature to scare intruders away or draw tourists in.
There’s more to tell than that, of course, but that should give you the basic idea of the world you’re stepping into. Now, if you want to join others in their adventures, you can pick one of the following stories…
The Wannabes-
Volunteer to be on the first government sponsored super-team!
IDon’t Want to Set the World on Fire-
For whatever reason, when a young woman offered you the chance to bring fiery judgment to the world, you accepted.
All right. You know a bit about the world. You have some stories to pick from. I guess it’s time for you to choose your role. Give it some thought then fill this out.
NAME- (full name) aka (superhero name)
DESCRIPTION- (Picture are welcome in addition to the following)
Height:
Weight: (by appearance),
Age:
Eyes:
Hair:
PERSONALITY- Class:
Normal
Normal (Magic)
Normal (Tech)
The Gifted
Mutants
Lab Rats
ETA
Vampire
Plot preferences:
EQUIPMENT- Powers/Abilities:
Tech or other Equipment:
Power Ratings:
INTELLIGENCE
Ability to Think and Process Informjku99iui9o
1-Slow/Impaired
2-Normal
3-Learned
4-Gifted
5-Genius
6-Super-Genius
7-Omniscient
STRENGTH
Ability to Lift Weight
1-Weak: cannot lift own body weight
2-Normal: able to lift own body weight
3-Peak Human: able to lift twice own body weight
4-Superhuman: 800 lbs-25 ton range
5-Superhuman: 25-75 ton range
6-Superhuman: 75-100 ton range
7-Incalculable: in excess of 100 tons
SPEED
Ability to Move Over Land by Running or Flight
1-Below normal
2-Normal
3-Superhuman: peak range: 700mph
4-Speed of sound: Mach-1
5-Supersonic: Mach-2 through Orbital Velocity
6-Speed of light: 186,000 miles per second
7-Warp Speed: transcending light speed
DURABILITY
Ability to Resist or Recover from Bodily Injury
1-Weak
2-Normal
3-Enhanced
4-Regenerative
5-Bulletproof
6-Superhuman
7-Virtually Indestructible
ENERGY PROJECTION
Ability to Discharge Energy
1-None
2-Ability to discharge energy on contact
3-Short range, duration, single energy type
4-Medium range, duration, single energy type
5-Long range, long duration, single energy type
6-Able to discharge multiple forms of energy
7-Virtually unlimited command of all forms of energy
FIGHTING ABILITY
Proficiency in Hand-to-Hand Combat
1-Poor
2-Normal
3-Some training
4-Experienced fighter
5-Master of a single form of combat
6-Master of several forms of combat
7-Master of all forms of combat
(If you’re worried about being under or over powered, distribute 20 points among those)
HISTORY- (you don’t have to tell everyone everything, but if there are things you want to keep secret, I will need to know so I can help you work it into the story)
*These are special class stories. If you wish to participate in either, the details for them will be PM’d to you to keep them mysterious. For Vampires, fill out the character sheet normally but leave out the power ratings. For the Vanguards, list Vanguard Armor under “Equipment” and keep the power ratings at normal human levels.
There are lot’s of stories to be told here, and you’re welcome to enter into any one of them, or perhaps you’d rather tell your own?
Before we get into that though, you should learn a little about the world
The World:
This world is much like our own. While superior technology, beings of great metaphysical power and mysticism, aliens, and supernatural creatures do exist, the day to day life of the majority population is not that much different. How could this possibly be? While it may seem fantastic to us, most of this has been around for the last two generations, and for the people of this world, it’s just a part of life.
The Geopolitical State:
Much like the world in general, the geopolitical state is quite similar to our own, though its differences are greater. Several countries are, in fact, outlaw nations existing in a state of cold war with the rest of the world. This is due to their refusal to accept the terms of the United Civilized Nations Treaty, introduced in 2005, which was, in most basic terms, a formal agreement among leaders to grant the citizens of their countries basic human rights, including freedom of, and from, religion.
The 44th President:
In 2005, Michael Ansen-Khevan Oren IV, became the 44th president of the united states. Having turned MAKO Corp. into the most successful company in the world, there was a great number of people who wanted to see him do the same with the United States of America. Though he declined to run when nominated, those that supported him ran a successful campaign in name, making him the first President to ever be elected through write in votes. He is widely considered to be a kind man, a humanitarian, a genius, and absolutely ruthless. He pushed through the United Civilized Nations Treaty, under threat of force which he demonstrated by removing North Korea as a world power in less than 48 hours. He has been jokingly referred to as the nicest dictator the world has ever seen, and regarded nervously by the rest of the world as the man who could rule it.
The War on Terror:
After the terrorist attacks on Sept 11th 2001, the American military made a move against the group or groups responsible and believed to be in the middle east. The campaign progressed quickly thanks to advanced technology provided by one of the companies that had been targeted by the attack. However, in 2003 the war came to an end, when a massive dragon appeared in the middle of Baghdad and leveled most of the city as well as several others across the middle east, shifting the focus to one of humanitarianism and rebuilding.
The Ravaging:
For three days a creature simply referred to as The Dragon reaped a path of destruction across the Middle East. Its origin and nature unknown, it sent shock-waves of fear and suspicion through the world. Theories abound, some speculating that it may have been a creature summoned through magic or a bio-weapon. The fact that America, and its allies, forces were generally unmolested by the creature lead to great speculation that it was their doing. The United States government repeatedly and vehemently denied such claims, and pushed for a world wide ban on research into bio-weapons, regulation of mutants and magic users, as well as developing special military forces to respond to such events.
Normal Humans:
Just like us, they posses no inherent special abilities, though they are capable of learning powerful magic.
Magic:
Magic, n, “ma’gic”: The manipulation of natural energies to create unnatural occurrences. Such as it is defined by Miriam-Webster. Magic is as much a science as any other though, as the energies must be manipulated properly and in the right quantities for the desired effect. It is merely the method in which this is done which makes it seem so different. Runes, words, and other such devices may be used to achieve the desired effect quickly and accurately, but a skilled user could weave something together from scratch. This is more time consuming and risky, but sometimes it’s the only option, and every spell was created this way in the first place. Theoretically, any human would be capable of using these skills, it is simply a matter of spending enough time and effort to attune themselves to the energy of the world. Some find this easier than others, though no one is so attuned as to perform magical feats accidentally or unintentionally.
The Gifted:
The gifted are nearly identical to normal humans, though they are genetically superior. They are generally stronger, faster, smarter, and more resistant to illness and injury. Some may be less advanced in some areas, and more in others.
Mutants:
Mutants share many similarities with normal humans and the gifted, though unlike the gifted, there is no standard deviation in the genetic code. No “mutant gene,” if you will. These differences may cause a vast number of physical differences, as well as giving them abilities far beyond the norm. These differences are not always beneficial, and there was a high fatality rate due to the individual being unable to survive the effects of their own abilities until the mid 1800s.
Due to the vast variances in their genetic structure there has been very little progress made in understanding how they come to be.
There is some speculation that The Gifted are the next step in human evolution, and that the mutant factor comes from an outside source.
Lab Rats:
Despite bans on the development of bio-weapons and super-soldiers, there are several individuals and companies that continue the research, even within the United States. Some tests are done on unwitting individuals, others volunteer, some are accidents. Though most accidents that result in the development of super-natural powers are the sort of thing that would kill a normal person, leaving some people to theorize that it was not "just an accident". Unlike mutants, though there is little practical difference between these individuals and mutants, their powers tend towards instability and may even prove fatal.
Power Licenses:
As the mutant population grew, and more advanced technology became commonly available, as it has a tendency to happen, the amount in the hands of criminals grew to the point that standard law enforcement was incapable of handling it. It was not infrequent for good Samaritans of the mutant variety to step in and lend a hand; some even making a habit out of it. This lead to enormous problems in law enforcement as the collateral damage from these encounters were often high and civilian injuries were frequent. There was constant debate, at all levels, as to whether it was worth the effort and risk to bring in the powered vigilantes or if they should be left alone. In the late 80s the Power Licensing Initiative was introduced. This created a program through which people with powers could be trained in defensive and life-saving techniques, and be given a list of rules to follow, such as always to defer to police and military judgment and orders, and to put civilian safety as a top priority. This was generally viewed as an excellent compromise between allowing vigilantes to have free reign and outlawing them all together, or even conscripting them into government service as a small minority has desired. The program was free and required no commitment to actually do anything in the event of an emergency, it simply made sure that anyone who might be tempted to use their powers to help would not make things worse by doing so. This created a simple line to divide illegal and legal acts, as well as allowing for accountability. Minimum age to start classes is 14.
Extra-Terrestrial Aliens:
They exist. Their existence has been confirmed since the late 18th century. Where, when, and how often they have visited the planet remains a mystery, as well as if there are any living on the planet. With all the mutants, who’d know?
Infernomancers:
Infernomancers don't exist. Well, not officially. Pretty much anyone who says that they're powers come from demons seems to be at least slightly psychotic and usually homicidal, so they're considered as simply being insane mutants. The term was coined though, so at least somebody believes it.
Supernatural Creatures and Monsters:
Never say never. With the conformation of magical power, supernatural creatures such as werewolves and vampires are considered possible, though unconfirmed. Monsters and other legendary creatures are also a possibility, but surprisingly, their existence remains just doubted as they are in our world. Not necessarily that they don’t exist, but that they could be a mutant, or an illusion or summoned creature to scare intruders away or draw tourists in.
There’s more to tell than that, of course, but that should give you the basic idea of the world you’re stepping into. Now, if you want to join others in their adventures, you can pick one of the following stories…
The Wannabes-
Volunteer to be on the first government sponsored super-team!
I
For whatever reason, when a young woman offered you the chance to bring fiery judgment to the world, you accepted.
All right. You know a bit about the world. You have some stories to pick from. I guess it’s time for you to choose your role. Give it some thought then fill this out.
NAME- (full name) aka (superhero name)
DESCRIPTION- (Picture are welcome in addition to the following)
Height:
Weight: (by appearance),
Age:
Eyes:
Hair:
PERSONALITY- Class:
Normal
Normal (Magic)
Normal (Tech)
The Gifted
Mutants
Lab Rats
ETA
Vampire
Plot preferences:
EQUIPMENT- Powers/Abilities:
Tech or other Equipment:
Power Ratings:
INTELLIGENCE
Ability to Think and Process Informjku99iui9o
1-Slow/Impaired
2-Normal
3-Learned
4-Gifted
5-Genius
6-Super-Genius
7-Omniscient
STRENGTH
Ability to Lift Weight
1-Weak: cannot lift own body weight
2-Normal: able to lift own body weight
3-Peak Human: able to lift twice own body weight
4-Superhuman: 800 lbs-25 ton range
5-Superhuman: 25-75 ton range
6-Superhuman: 75-100 ton range
7-Incalculable: in excess of 100 tons
SPEED
Ability to Move Over Land by Running or Flight
1-Below normal
2-Normal
3-Superhuman: peak range: 700mph
4-Speed of sound: Mach-1
5-Supersonic: Mach-2 through Orbital Velocity
6-Speed of light: 186,000 miles per second
7-Warp Speed: transcending light speed
DURABILITY
Ability to Resist or Recover from Bodily Injury
1-Weak
2-Normal
3-Enhanced
4-Regenerative
5-Bulletproof
6-Superhuman
7-Virtually Indestructible
ENERGY PROJECTION
Ability to Discharge Energy
1-None
2-Ability to discharge energy on contact
3-Short range, duration, single energy type
4-Medium range, duration, single energy type
5-Long range, long duration, single energy type
6-Able to discharge multiple forms of energy
7-Virtually unlimited command of all forms of energy
FIGHTING ABILITY
Proficiency in Hand-to-Hand Combat
1-Poor
2-Normal
3-Some training
4-Experienced fighter
5-Master of a single form of combat
6-Master of several forms of combat
7-Master of all forms of combat
(If you’re worried about being under or over powered, distribute 20 points among those)
HISTORY- (you don’t have to tell everyone everything, but if there are things you want to keep secret, I will need to know so I can help you work it into the story)
*These are special class stories. If you wish to participate in either, the details for them will be PM’d to you to keep them mysterious. For Vampires, fill out the character sheet normally but leave out the power ratings. For the Vanguards, list Vanguard Armor under “Equipment” and keep the power ratings at normal human levels.
Rules
-This RP will be a “free roam” RP, with multiple plots that may be participated in if the player wishes.
-In your profile you will list your top three plot preferences.
-Some plots will only be available if enough people wish to participate in them.
-You are allowed multiple characters.
-This RP will contain “cut scenes”, where I will move the characters as needed to progress the plot.
-When it affects another player character, you are not permitted to state the results of your actions. ( Ex: “he shot/kicked at John Doe” instead of “he shot/kicked John Doe”
-If involved in any sort of character interaction, be it a conversation or a fight, failure to respond within a week will result in your “turn” being skipped. This results in a free hit during combat.
-If your “turn” is skipped twice while your character is in a combat situation, they will be hospitalized.
-Failure to post within four weeks of a characters hospitalization results in character death.
-In your profile you will list your top three plot preferences.
-Some plots will only be available if enough people wish to participate in them.
-You are allowed multiple characters.
-This RP will contain “cut scenes”, where I will move the characters as needed to progress the plot.
-When it affects another player character, you are not permitted to state the results of your actions. ( Ex: “he shot/kicked at John Doe” instead of “he shot/kicked John Doe”
-If involved in any sort of character interaction, be it a conversation or a fight, failure to respond within a week will result in your “turn” being skipped. This results in a free hit during combat.
-If your “turn” is skipped twice while your character is in a combat situation, they will be hospitalized.
-Failure to post within four weeks of a characters hospitalization results in character death.
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OOC Notes
A young woman pushed her way through the crowd surrounding a caged arena in the center of a warehouse. The noise was nearly deafening by the time they reached the ring, and she pushed a large man aside to finally got a good look at the combatants.
A wiry skin head with piercings all through his face was facing off against a shorter man with shaggy black hair, and threw a charging punch. The shorter man stepped to the side reaching his hand out, grabbing the skinhead by the back of the head and pushing him passed him. Before he could fall face first into the mat though, a long monkey like tail whipped out of the back of the black haired mans pants, caught the skin head by the neck, and then hurled him backwards into the opposite side of the cage.
So this was “Rabat”.
The crowed screamed and booed as Rabat glared at the crowed through the cage, his tail twitching before he pulled it back into his pants.
A large man came up to the cage, handed over some cash, and was let in. He removed his leather jacket and tossed it aside while Rabat paced back and forth. The large man came at him swinging, and Rabat easily dodged the first flurry of punches before twisting and driving an uppercut into the mans gut. The large man was lifted off his feet, but he had latched onto Rabat’s arm, and when he came down, lifted the smaller man and tossed him through the air at the side of the cage.
Rabat twisted in mid-air and “landed” on the side of the cage, his toes and fingers gripping the interlocking wires of chain link. He glared at the large man again and launched himself off the side of the cage, torpedoing the man in the gut. He stood and lifted the man by the arm and tossed him through the air into the side of cage. The man had risen to his knee when Rabat reached him and booted him in the face, knocking him back against the cage where he lay unconscious.
The crowed went wild, screaming everything from encouragement to obscenities and death threats.
The man who seemed to be running the fights called Rabat over to the side and she moved to where she could listen.
Rabat was kneeling to be on a more level ground with the manager and she managed to catch a snatch of conversation, “-ant do that.”
“He pissed me off,” Rabat said in the kind of gruff voice that could be either comforting or the most threatening thing you’d ever heard.
“They always piss you off. They have to think they can take you or there wont be any fights.”
“Fine.”
Kat stood and thought for a moment, and then said to the man who was standing behind her, “If you even think about groping my ass again I’m going to stab you, skin you, burn you, shit on you, mount you on the wall, and then I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The man moved away quickly.
She decided what she was going to do and moved towards the fight manager, “How much to fight the monkey?”
A wiry skin head with piercings all through his face was facing off against a shorter man with shaggy black hair, and threw a charging punch. The shorter man stepped to the side reaching his hand out, grabbing the skinhead by the back of the head and pushing him passed him. Before he could fall face first into the mat though, a long monkey like tail whipped out of the back of the black haired mans pants, caught the skin head by the neck, and then hurled him backwards into the opposite side of the cage.
So this was “Rabat”.
The crowed screamed and booed as Rabat glared at the crowed through the cage, his tail twitching before he pulled it back into his pants.
A large man came up to the cage, handed over some cash, and was let in. He removed his leather jacket and tossed it aside while Rabat paced back and forth. The large man came at him swinging, and Rabat easily dodged the first flurry of punches before twisting and driving an uppercut into the mans gut. The large man was lifted off his feet, but he had latched onto Rabat’s arm, and when he came down, lifted the smaller man and tossed him through the air at the side of the cage.
Rabat twisted in mid-air and “landed” on the side of the cage, his toes and fingers gripping the interlocking wires of chain link. He glared at the large man again and launched himself off the side of the cage, torpedoing the man in the gut. He stood and lifted the man by the arm and tossed him through the air into the side of cage. The man had risen to his knee when Rabat reached him and booted him in the face, knocking him back against the cage where he lay unconscious.
The crowed went wild, screaming everything from encouragement to obscenities and death threats.
The man who seemed to be running the fights called Rabat over to the side and she moved to where she could listen.
Rabat was kneeling to be on a more level ground with the manager and she managed to catch a snatch of conversation, “-ant do that.”
“He pissed me off,” Rabat said in the kind of gruff voice that could be either comforting or the most threatening thing you’d ever heard.
“They always piss you off. They have to think they can take you or there wont be any fights.”
“Fine.”
Kat stood and thought for a moment, and then said to the man who was standing behind her, “If you even think about groping my ass again I’m going to stab you, skin you, burn you, shit on you, mount you on the wall, and then I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The man moved away quickly.
She decided what she was going to do and moved towards the fight manager, “How much to fight the monkey?”
OOC Notes
Inside the cage, Mark took a sip of water. It got hot enough sitting here in a cage with no shade, under spotlights for hours at a time even without having to fight people. He didn’t mind the fighting though. Most of the people he fought where the kind of assholes he’d beat the shit out of for free anyway.
It was a pain having to hold back though.
He briefly contemplated totally obliterating the next one and starting a riot so he wouldn’t have to hold back and could start to really crack skulls. He smirked at the thought then perked up when he heard the cage door open and close. He put the cup of water down and turned around and was startled to see a woman.
He didn’t see women in these things often, unless it was a special girl-on-girl fight night or something. But, this one didn’t seem the usually type anyway. She didn’t look like the punked out skinheads or neo-nazi bitches he’d usually see; she looked too feminine for that. Not that her clothes weren’t punk, and that hair style said she was either punk or dyke. Unless of course it was natural.
As a mutant, he always remembered to never discount something like that.
“All right cutie, lets do this. I promise not to mess up your face to badly.”
“Oh, what a shame. I didn’t think you were the kind of guy to go easy on a girl, Rabat.”
She came at him quickly; almost fast enough to surprise him.
He juked away from the right cross and ducked under the left fan kick, then threw a straight punch at her jaw. He felt his knuckles connect with her jaw, but felt absolutely no resistance whatsoever. His arm extended all the way, and her head turned all the way to her left, and she winked at him, before stumbling backwards.
Oh. Hell. No. He was not going to let this cocky bitch think she could play with him like that.
He rushed in and put a straight kick into her hip, which he knew connected properly, and sent her sprawling across the floor. She dodged the next kick and grabbed his calf, flipping him onto his back. He hit the mat and bounced back up.
They exchanged a flurry of punches that where parried and dodged, for a moment looking more like a professional boxing match than a street fight, until she connected the heel of her palm to his jaw. He reeled back and she dashed around him and locked her arms around him from behind and whispered into his ear, “Aww, is this all the big bad monkey’s got?”
“Fuck you.”
He grabbed her arms, planted his feet, bent his knees, and sent them both flying across the ring and smashing into the chain link fence, bending it out over the edge to the crowds cheers.
“Stop showing off!” his manager hissed at him.
“Shut up.” He and the girl said in unison.
She kicked him off of her and then pushed off the cage launching herself into the cage and landing in a low crouch, “Don’t you want more than this? Something more rewarding?” she asked.
“I get paid to beat the hell out of people I’d beat on for pleasure,” he said and ducked a spinning kick at his head, “what more could I ask for?”
He snap kicked at her and stepped in for a head but to her chest and then grabbed her jacket and tossed her over his shoulder, she flipped in mid-air and landed in a crouch, “I don’t know. Getting to kill them? More money? Power outside of this little dinky ring?”
He raised an eyebrow as she launched a flying knee kick that he barely got out of the way of, “What the hell do you want?” he said, catching her as she went by with his tail and dangling her in front of him.
“Just you baby,” she said, blew a kiss at him, and then punched him right in the mouth.
He hit the mat and she said, “I’ll be around after the fights. Why don’t you come look for me?”
He answered with a rising uppercut that caught her square in the jaw, lifted her off the mat, and sent her crashing back down.
The crowd cheered and when she didn’t move, someone came in to collect her. Rabat turned and spat at someone creaming obscenities at him from the edge of the cage as she was helped to her feet and assisted out. He looked at her again and her pain free purple eyes looked right back at him and then winked.
Perhaps he should go check her out.
It was a pain having to hold back though.
He briefly contemplated totally obliterating the next one and starting a riot so he wouldn’t have to hold back and could start to really crack skulls. He smirked at the thought then perked up when he heard the cage door open and close. He put the cup of water down and turned around and was startled to see a woman.
He didn’t see women in these things often, unless it was a special girl-on-girl fight night or something. But, this one didn’t seem the usually type anyway. She didn’t look like the punked out skinheads or neo-nazi bitches he’d usually see; she looked too feminine for that. Not that her clothes weren’t punk, and that hair style said she was either punk or dyke. Unless of course it was natural.
As a mutant, he always remembered to never discount something like that.
“All right cutie, lets do this. I promise not to mess up your face to badly.”
“Oh, what a shame. I didn’t think you were the kind of guy to go easy on a girl, Rabat.”
She came at him quickly; almost fast enough to surprise him.
He juked away from the right cross and ducked under the left fan kick, then threw a straight punch at her jaw. He felt his knuckles connect with her jaw, but felt absolutely no resistance whatsoever. His arm extended all the way, and her head turned all the way to her left, and she winked at him, before stumbling backwards.
Oh. Hell. No. He was not going to let this cocky bitch think she could play with him like that.
He rushed in and put a straight kick into her hip, which he knew connected properly, and sent her sprawling across the floor. She dodged the next kick and grabbed his calf, flipping him onto his back. He hit the mat and bounced back up.
They exchanged a flurry of punches that where parried and dodged, for a moment looking more like a professional boxing match than a street fight, until she connected the heel of her palm to his jaw. He reeled back and she dashed around him and locked her arms around him from behind and whispered into his ear, “Aww, is this all the big bad monkey’s got?”
“Fuck you.”
He grabbed her arms, planted his feet, bent his knees, and sent them both flying across the ring and smashing into the chain link fence, bending it out over the edge to the crowds cheers.
“Stop showing off!” his manager hissed at him.
“Shut up.” He and the girl said in unison.
She kicked him off of her and then pushed off the cage launching herself into the cage and landing in a low crouch, “Don’t you want more than this? Something more rewarding?” she asked.
“I get paid to beat the hell out of people I’d beat on for pleasure,” he said and ducked a spinning kick at his head, “what more could I ask for?”
He snap kicked at her and stepped in for a head but to her chest and then grabbed her jacket and tossed her over his shoulder, she flipped in mid-air and landed in a crouch, “I don’t know. Getting to kill them? More money? Power outside of this little dinky ring?”
He raised an eyebrow as she launched a flying knee kick that he barely got out of the way of, “What the hell do you want?” he said, catching her as she went by with his tail and dangling her in front of him.
“Just you baby,” she said, blew a kiss at him, and then punched him right in the mouth.
He hit the mat and she said, “I’ll be around after the fights. Why don’t you come look for me?”
He answered with a rising uppercut that caught her square in the jaw, lifted her off the mat, and sent her crashing back down.
The crowd cheered and when she didn’t move, someone came in to collect her. Rabat turned and spat at someone creaming obscenities at him from the edge of the cage as she was helped to her feet and assisted out. He looked at her again and her pain free purple eyes looked right back at him and then winked.
Perhaps he should go check her out.
OOC Notes
From the Desk of: Emily Cole
The past few days have been hectic, what can I say. This is honestly the first few moment’s I’ve had to myself that’s allowed me to catch my breath and reflect on everything that’s happened so far. Where do I begin?
After my …accident…with Ben I just haven’t been able to string a coherent thought together. I have powers. I can feel people’s emotions, from a distance and through touch. I mean, wrap your head around that for a minute. When someone says they’re not scared? Bullshit, I know when they are. You throw fries at the nerd in the corner during lunch break and laugh? I get the same spike of depression and sorrow in my heart that they get. Get this though; I’m able to actually control what you feel. I’m still working out the kinks but basically, I can make you afraid, feel hurt, in love, agony and a few others that would just bore you.
It's messed up, what I did to Ben. I accept it, it was my fault and no many how many times I've apologized to him and his family, deep down they haven’t fully accepted me. I know I get looked at in my town and school in a certain light. Or shadow. However you wanna paint it. I feel like a pariah and it stinks. My principle actually asked me to not come into school that week until I had medical clearance to return. Thanks. Really.
It’s not all doom and gloom though, my friends have been supportive and I couldn’t have expected anything more from these people. My parents though should get most of the praise for me being this optimistic. They never strayed by my side and it’s just a great feeling to know that deep down, no matter how much I think I screwed up, they’re there for me.
Enough mush, excuse me while I dry my eyes though. Ok, so, here’s the kicker; I can’t turn this off. Every minute that I’m awake, I feel what others feel. At first it was everyone in my neighbourhood but I’ve been able to focus a bit, searched a few meditation tips online and they’ve helped a lot to clear my head. But it’s tough as hell drowning out everyone and trying to find what you’re feeling deep down. That’s enough about my new-found Darwinism though; let me skip to the good parts.
A few days after my powers activated, a few headmasters from a private institute came to my house (well, my parents house, you know what I mean) and offered me an opportunity to receive my high school education in New York for a specialized school that assists people like me called the Tesla Academy for the Gifted. Maybe Nikola Tesla had powers like me, who knows. I sat down with my parents and we talked it over, and realistically, they were probably more frightened than I was and the fact that someone offered help was a godsend for them I think. I mean, I reassured them that I wasn’t in any pain and I was in the right state of mind, just every so often I would get these massively painful migraines that went away after a couple of hours. They gave me their support and the next day I hopped on the train to New York.
So, that leaves me here, at the Tesla Academy. Everyone’s been really supportive and friendly. They’ve given me my own dorm room here with a lot of really nice amenities; a tv, laptop, a bookshelf filled with all sorts of varied literature ranging from Dostoyevsky to Virginia Woolf, a queen sized bed and a pretty decent sized closet!
I’ve got my first class in 10 minutes and wanted to get this out of my system. I’m super excited and I can’t wait to start a new chapter of my life.
Peace and Love,
Emily Cole xox
The past few days have been hectic, what can I say. This is honestly the first few moment’s I’ve had to myself that’s allowed me to catch my breath and reflect on everything that’s happened so far. Where do I begin?
After my …accident…with Ben I just haven’t been able to string a coherent thought together. I have powers. I can feel people’s emotions, from a distance and through touch. I mean, wrap your head around that for a minute. When someone says they’re not scared? Bullshit, I know when they are. You throw fries at the nerd in the corner during lunch break and laugh? I get the same spike of depression and sorrow in my heart that they get. Get this though; I’m able to actually control what you feel. I’m still working out the kinks but basically, I can make you afraid, feel hurt, in love, agony and a few others that would just bore you.
It's messed up, what I did to Ben. I accept it, it was my fault and no many how many times I've apologized to him and his family, deep down they haven’t fully accepted me. I know I get looked at in my town and school in a certain light. Or shadow. However you wanna paint it. I feel like a pariah and it stinks. My principle actually asked me to not come into school that week until I had medical clearance to return. Thanks. Really.
It’s not all doom and gloom though, my friends have been supportive and I couldn’t have expected anything more from these people. My parents though should get most of the praise for me being this optimistic. They never strayed by my side and it’s just a great feeling to know that deep down, no matter how much I think I screwed up, they’re there for me.
Enough mush, excuse me while I dry my eyes though. Ok, so, here’s the kicker; I can’t turn this off. Every minute that I’m awake, I feel what others feel. At first it was everyone in my neighbourhood but I’ve been able to focus a bit, searched a few meditation tips online and they’ve helped a lot to clear my head. But it’s tough as hell drowning out everyone and trying to find what you’re feeling deep down. That’s enough about my new-found Darwinism though; let me skip to the good parts.
A few days after my powers activated, a few headmasters from a private institute came to my house (well, my parents house, you know what I mean) and offered me an opportunity to receive my high school education in New York for a specialized school that assists people like me called the Tesla Academy for the Gifted. Maybe Nikola Tesla had powers like me, who knows. I sat down with my parents and we talked it over, and realistically, they were probably more frightened than I was and the fact that someone offered help was a godsend for them I think. I mean, I reassured them that I wasn’t in any pain and I was in the right state of mind, just every so often I would get these massively painful migraines that went away after a couple of hours. They gave me their support and the next day I hopped on the train to New York.
So, that leaves me here, at the Tesla Academy. Everyone’s been really supportive and friendly. They’ve given me my own dorm room here with a lot of really nice amenities; a tv, laptop, a bookshelf filled with all sorts of varied literature ranging from Dostoyevsky to Virginia Woolf, a queen sized bed and a pretty decent sized closet!
I’ve got my first class in 10 minutes and wanted to get this out of my system. I’m super excited and I can’t wait to start a new chapter of my life.
Peace and Love,
Emily Cole xox
OOC Notes
A lone silver bus rattled down the busy highway, driven by a middle aged man wearing a blue conductors outfit and a nametag saying "Steve", and carrying a young male with blue hair, green eyes, and a look of sadness upon his face. He stared blankly out the window, watching other cars passing the bus on the highway, as the bus rolled closer and closer to its destination.
Finally, 'Steve" said with a sympathetic tone in his voice, "Hey, kid! Why you so glum? You are heading towards an amazing school, and to be upset right now intrigues me so."
The blue haired boy turned towards the front of the bus, still wearing the depressed expression, and said, "Did you ever have to spend three years with complete assholes, then actually being able to make friends, then you lose them to the transfer to another boarding school?" He didn't bother with eplaining what actually was plauging him, because the bus driver wouldn't buy it one bit. Our young male, named Saizo, missed his sensei, the person who was the closest a father figure comnpared to even his own dad.
Steve replied, "Kid, I can tell you're lying, but if you do miss someone, keep in touch with them. Other than that, be happy you're going to such an amazing school. Kids like you will love it there."
Saizo cringed as the driver said Kids like you, generating the pain of being singled out, which has been haunting him longer than he can remember. He used to be a quiet kid, usually singled out because he had blue hair, and then because he never hung out with anyone at the school.
The driver apologized, noticing how deep his words cut Saizo, and remained silent as the bus pulled into the school, where he then said, "Just have a good time. Your stuff is in your dorm room and your first class starts in just ten minutes. Have a good day."
Saizo looked up and nodded, dashing out of the bus, saying "Thanks," on his way to the school building hoping to make it to his first class as soon as possible. It was going to be different this year for Saizo.
Finally, 'Steve" said with a sympathetic tone in his voice, "Hey, kid! Why you so glum? You are heading towards an amazing school, and to be upset right now intrigues me so."
The blue haired boy turned towards the front of the bus, still wearing the depressed expression, and said, "Did you ever have to spend three years with complete assholes, then actually being able to make friends, then you lose them to the transfer to another boarding school?" He didn't bother with eplaining what actually was plauging him, because the bus driver wouldn't buy it one bit. Our young male, named Saizo, missed his sensei, the person who was the closest a father figure comnpared to even his own dad.
Steve replied, "Kid, I can tell you're lying, but if you do miss someone, keep in touch with them. Other than that, be happy you're going to such an amazing school. Kids like you will love it there."
Saizo cringed as the driver said Kids like you, generating the pain of being singled out, which has been haunting him longer than he can remember. He used to be a quiet kid, usually singled out because he had blue hair, and then because he never hung out with anyone at the school.
The driver apologized, noticing how deep his words cut Saizo, and remained silent as the bus pulled into the school, where he then said, "Just have a good time. Your stuff is in your dorm room and your first class starts in just ten minutes. Have a good day."
Saizo looked up and nodded, dashing out of the bus, saying "Thanks," on his way to the school building hoping to make it to his first class as soon as possible. It was going to be different this year for Saizo.
OOC Notes
New York City, the greatest city in the world, a city of of hope; a gateway to the new world. These words ring throughout the world beckoning people from all over to come to the grand city and experience the wonders of America. For many people the city is a jumping off point for a better life, but for some the experience is a much different affair. Enter William Loewe, a man who climbed out of poverty to bring his family to the city that never sleeps. His goal is start a new life, but he is about to find that the grass is not always greener... in the Twilight Zone.
“Will you turn that fucking thing off, you been watchin' it all day.”
“Jeez, Mickey, will ya watch your mouth? There's a kid here.”
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck do I care? I ain't her father.”
“Mickey, please! She doesn't need to hear that kind of language. Kids are highly impressionable at that age ya know?”
“You serious? I'll talk the way I wanna talk. Besides, she's locked in the closet, probably can't hear me anyway. Oh, and news flash Jerry, we kidnapped her; bet that left a real good fucking impression! Tell ya what, I'll stop cussin' when we get our god damned money.”
“Alright, jeez.”
Ashley Cook, a young girl around the age of eight, sat bound and gagged on the floor of the dark closet listening to every word her two kidnappers said. Dark locks of hair fell over shoulders and brushed her face as she tried to free herself from the bindings. Unfortunately she lacked the needed strength to achieve this feat, and with an exasperated whimper, she resigned herself. Her head was a little foggy and she could barely recall how she'd been kidnapped, or where she was at the time, but one thing was certain; these were not nice men and she was very scared. Thoughts of never seeing her parents again jumped into her mind. Bringing her knees to her chest she bowed her head and cried.
“Aw jeez Mickey, she's crying now. I told you.”
“Give me a break. Shut the fuck up kid or I'll give you a reason to cry!... There, no whinin' now; when the hell is the pizza getting here?”
“It should be here any minute.”
For a short time there was silence beyond the dark space she was imprisoned in, then came the sound of a knock on the door. She heard footsteps walk by and the release of a chain-lock. What happened next was hard to follow. The light beneath the closet door disappeared, then chaos erupted. The sounds coming through the door were terrifying yells and grunts, glass breaking and possibly furniture. Cries of “shoot him!” rang out, but gunfire was never heard; then there was nothing. Confused and scared she inched closer to the door. Panic set in when she heard the sound of foot steps drawing ever closer. The door opened and she beheld the visage of a terrible monster. In the darkness it appeared a menacing shadow with glowing green eyes. The thing reached for her. A muffled scream escaped her bound lips as she backed away from the creature. She continued to back away until she hit the back wall. The thing was getting closer and... it knew her name.
Her hands were bound, but her feet were free, she needed to run but she was so scared. In desperation she fell on her back and began kicking wildly at the shadow monster. Her little feet hit the creatures knees, but they weren't enough to stop it. It spoke her name again and asked her stop as it leaned in closer. When it was close enough, she kicked it hard in the face. With a yell the creature went down. Struggling to her feet she got up and out of the closet, giving the creature one final kick for good measure. As she ran toward the door the creature called out, but it wasn't her name this time, it was... “Pumpernickel” it was the password her parents had given her. Was this thing a friend? Timidly she stopped and turned around. The creature was rising to it's feet. Its glowing green eyes were now a blue, then the lights came on. It was just a man in a suit, at least she hoped that's all it was.
“Now, let's get your hands and mouth free.”
After the man freed her, Ashley looked at the man with a puzzled look. Once again his eyes changed color, but now they were the colors of the rainbow. “How do you do that with your eyes?”
“I was born this way, I'm a mutant. That's quite a kick you got there. You must have given those guys quite a fight.”
Ashley looked at the ground. “I... I don't know. When I try to remember it's all fuzzy. Um- what happened to the bad men?”
“Don't worry about them, they're just hanging around out side waiting for the cops to pick them up. Now lets get you back home.”
The first thing Ashley did when she got home was give her mother and father a big hug. Afterward, her parents thanked the masked man that rescued her then took her inside where she told them about the scary adventure and the amazing ride over power-lines .Ashley learned from her parents that the man was called Pulse; it would be a name she'd never forget.
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“The police were alerted to the scene by an anonymous caller; where they found the two suspects hanging from a window on the third floor. They appeared to be hanging by some type of wire and they were adamant about the gentleness at which the police should use when removing it. Apparently the wire had been slung between their legs.”
Turning off the TV, Derek decided to retire for the night. Crime had gone down considerably since he started cleaning up the streets, but it never seemed to really end. Hopefully the two kidnappers learned their lesson. The only thing that saved them tonight was the fact that they made good on their promises. When they received their money, they let the victim go. They never counted on the fact that some parents prefer justice over payment.
“Will you turn that fucking thing off, you been watchin' it all day.”
“Jeez, Mickey, will ya watch your mouth? There's a kid here.”
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck do I care? I ain't her father.”
“Mickey, please! She doesn't need to hear that kind of language. Kids are highly impressionable at that age ya know?”
“You serious? I'll talk the way I wanna talk. Besides, she's locked in the closet, probably can't hear me anyway. Oh, and news flash Jerry, we kidnapped her; bet that left a real good fucking impression! Tell ya what, I'll stop cussin' when we get our god damned money.”
“Alright, jeez.”
Ashley Cook, a young girl around the age of eight, sat bound and gagged on the floor of the dark closet listening to every word her two kidnappers said. Dark locks of hair fell over shoulders and brushed her face as she tried to free herself from the bindings. Unfortunately she lacked the needed strength to achieve this feat, and with an exasperated whimper, she resigned herself. Her head was a little foggy and she could barely recall how she'd been kidnapped, or where she was at the time, but one thing was certain; these were not nice men and she was very scared. Thoughts of never seeing her parents again jumped into her mind. Bringing her knees to her chest she bowed her head and cried.
“Aw jeez Mickey, she's crying now. I told you.”
“Give me a break. Shut the fuck up kid or I'll give you a reason to cry!... There, no whinin' now; when the hell is the pizza getting here?”
“It should be here any minute.”
For a short time there was silence beyond the dark space she was imprisoned in, then came the sound of a knock on the door. She heard footsteps walk by and the release of a chain-lock. What happened next was hard to follow. The light beneath the closet door disappeared, then chaos erupted. The sounds coming through the door were terrifying yells and grunts, glass breaking and possibly furniture. Cries of “shoot him!” rang out, but gunfire was never heard; then there was nothing. Confused and scared she inched closer to the door. Panic set in when she heard the sound of foot steps drawing ever closer. The door opened and she beheld the visage of a terrible monster. In the darkness it appeared a menacing shadow with glowing green eyes. The thing reached for her. A muffled scream escaped her bound lips as she backed away from the creature. She continued to back away until she hit the back wall. The thing was getting closer and... it knew her name.
Her hands were bound, but her feet were free, she needed to run but she was so scared. In desperation she fell on her back and began kicking wildly at the shadow monster. Her little feet hit the creatures knees, but they weren't enough to stop it. It spoke her name again and asked her stop as it leaned in closer. When it was close enough, she kicked it hard in the face. With a yell the creature went down. Struggling to her feet she got up and out of the closet, giving the creature one final kick for good measure. As she ran toward the door the creature called out, but it wasn't her name this time, it was... “Pumpernickel” it was the password her parents had given her. Was this thing a friend? Timidly she stopped and turned around. The creature was rising to it's feet. Its glowing green eyes were now a blue, then the lights came on. It was just a man in a suit, at least she hoped that's all it was.
“Now, let's get your hands and mouth free.”
After the man freed her, Ashley looked at the man with a puzzled look. Once again his eyes changed color, but now they were the colors of the rainbow. “How do you do that with your eyes?”
“I was born this way, I'm a mutant. That's quite a kick you got there. You must have given those guys quite a fight.”
Ashley looked at the ground. “I... I don't know. When I try to remember it's all fuzzy. Um- what happened to the bad men?”
“Don't worry about them, they're just hanging around out side waiting for the cops to pick them up. Now lets get you back home.”
The first thing Ashley did when she got home was give her mother and father a big hug. Afterward, her parents thanked the masked man that rescued her then took her inside where she told them about the scary adventure and the amazing ride over power-lines .Ashley learned from her parents that the man was called Pulse; it would be a name she'd never forget.
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“The police were alerted to the scene by an anonymous caller; where they found the two suspects hanging from a window on the third floor. They appeared to be hanging by some type of wire and they were adamant about the gentleness at which the police should use when removing it. Apparently the wire had been slung between their legs.”
Turning off the TV, Derek decided to retire for the night. Crime had gone down considerably since he started cleaning up the streets, but it never seemed to really end. Hopefully the two kidnappers learned their lesson. The only thing that saved them tonight was the fact that they made good on their promises. When they received their money, they let the victim go. They never counted on the fact that some parents prefer justice over payment.
OOC Notes
The difference between right and wrong. Can a person truly not know the difference between the two? Perhaps the concepts of right and wrong are flawed and should be replaced. Chaos and Order? Yes those would be more fitting. Chaos for those that wish to destroy peace and order for those that wish to preserve it. Even those though have a grey area between them. In the end it comes down to 1 single question. Can someone do something the majority sees as wrong, for the right reason?
Warehouse 11, by the docks.
Calypso. One of New York City's biggest scum bag drug lords. This guy preyed on kids, selling drugs to children and getting them hooked. The police had been trying to take him down for years. Unfortunately he was well connected and the police could never get any charges to stick. Eventually they had just given up on trying. In fact most people did. Any vigilante heroes that ever went after him would soon wind up dead, or just "dissappear" altogether.
A new young hero was on the scene that night however. One that had a grudge with Calypso. He had sold drugs to this hero's little sister. Unfortunately it was too late to save her by the time her overdose was apparent. Armed with little training, a makeshift costume, a grudge to bare, and a special ability, Viper decided that he'd take down this dirt bag once and for all. Viper had found out about a drug shipment that had come in and was being moved to a warehouse. So what a better place to say hi. At least the young hero thought so. A bit of bad information can get someone killed though.
Rumor had it, Calypso personally over saw each shipment's delivery and storage. If so then, why would the police not have any solid evidence against him? Unfortunately Viper didn't put two and two together. He ran straight into an ambush. Calypso wasn't there, he wasn't stupid enough to be. The rumors he heard was to just set up the guy looking for him. They worked like a charm.
Viper was able to avoid being captured or shot, and soon a shootout inside the warehouse came to pass. Bullets were flying every which way at Viper, who was hiding behind a steel wall. Viper had the ability to summon snakes from thin air and control them with little thought. So as the bullets flew, poisonous snakes went on the counter attack. Within 10 minutes half the warehouse was dead. Viper wasn't going down without a fight, although he had take a few hits as well. He had been shot in the arm and in the gut. Neither were instantly fatal, but a long drawn out battle wasn't looking good for him.
At that point though, the few snakes that Viper could muster up, were quickly killed. Each time they were just eliminated. Gathering the strength he could, he summoned up one rather large snake that looked like he could eat dozens of people for breakfast. The bullets that shot into him, did little. As the serpent killed more men, things looked like Calypso would finally be given a run for his money. That was when he showed up. Viper never stood a chance. Out of the darkness itself, a man appeared draped in them. The poor kid barely had time to realize the shadowy figure was even there. As he turned his head to acknowledge the beings prescience, a Golden sword flew through the air. Slicing through Viper's neck, the boy's body fell out of the cover of the wall, his head doing the same a few feet further down.
The snake turned to dust, and remaining men inside the warehouse rejoiced at their presumed fortune. One had heard rumors of the dark being before. The man who moved as quickly and silently as the shifting shadows. The man those who knew the rumor called "Shadow". That ver man had called out to him. As a way to say thanks basically.
Us criminals got to look out for each other, ya?
The man know only as Shadow turned his head. The moonlight from a nearby window glistening in and shining off his mask. He walked to the middle of the room, glancing around to get the feel of how many still lived. When he finally replied, it was clear of Shadow's intention. "The Goddess does not discriminate. She judges all and orders me accordingly. The Goddess has deemed you all unworthy. Your lives, will not be spared." As his words sank in, the shadows rose up and wrapped themselves around the walls of the building. Complete darkness covered the area. Those who tried to escape found it futile. Those who raised their guns and began shooting into the darkness found it just as ineffective. A deep rumbling began in the warehouse walls. The men screamed and pleaded, all falling on deaf ears.
Rubble began crashing down. Some tried begging, some tried bribing, some tried offering themselves as eternal slaves, but to no avail. Many of them finally jut began to pray to God, to save them. Shadow hearing their prayers just smiled under his mask. "It is not God who you should be begging to spare your lives. The Goddess is the one calling all the shots. Your ignorance will cost you dearly." With that last statement the entire building came crumbling down. Screams of pain, fear, and complete anguish could be heard of you were close enough. By the time the dust settled it was nothing but a mass graveyard covered in rubble. The only soul that was in there that was still breathing was Shadow, who now stood on top of the debris. "It is complete Goddess. More unworthy sinners, dead in your name."
Warehouse 11, by the docks.
Calypso. One of New York City's biggest scum bag drug lords. This guy preyed on kids, selling drugs to children and getting them hooked. The police had been trying to take him down for years. Unfortunately he was well connected and the police could never get any charges to stick. Eventually they had just given up on trying. In fact most people did. Any vigilante heroes that ever went after him would soon wind up dead, or just "dissappear" altogether.
A new young hero was on the scene that night however. One that had a grudge with Calypso. He had sold drugs to this hero's little sister. Unfortunately it was too late to save her by the time her overdose was apparent. Armed with little training, a makeshift costume, a grudge to bare, and a special ability, Viper decided that he'd take down this dirt bag once and for all. Viper had found out about a drug shipment that had come in and was being moved to a warehouse. So what a better place to say hi. At least the young hero thought so. A bit of bad information can get someone killed though.
Rumor had it, Calypso personally over saw each shipment's delivery and storage. If so then, why would the police not have any solid evidence against him? Unfortunately Viper didn't put two and two together. He ran straight into an ambush. Calypso wasn't there, he wasn't stupid enough to be. The rumors he heard was to just set up the guy looking for him. They worked like a charm.
Viper was able to avoid being captured or shot, and soon a shootout inside the warehouse came to pass. Bullets were flying every which way at Viper, who was hiding behind a steel wall. Viper had the ability to summon snakes from thin air and control them with little thought. So as the bullets flew, poisonous snakes went on the counter attack. Within 10 minutes half the warehouse was dead. Viper wasn't going down without a fight, although he had take a few hits as well. He had been shot in the arm and in the gut. Neither were instantly fatal, but a long drawn out battle wasn't looking good for him.
At that point though, the few snakes that Viper could muster up, were quickly killed. Each time they were just eliminated. Gathering the strength he could, he summoned up one rather large snake that looked like he could eat dozens of people for breakfast. The bullets that shot into him, did little. As the serpent killed more men, things looked like Calypso would finally be given a run for his money. That was when he showed up. Viper never stood a chance. Out of the darkness itself, a man appeared draped in them. The poor kid barely had time to realize the shadowy figure was even there. As he turned his head to acknowledge the beings prescience, a Golden sword flew through the air. Slicing through Viper's neck, the boy's body fell out of the cover of the wall, his head doing the same a few feet further down.
The snake turned to dust, and remaining men inside the warehouse rejoiced at their presumed fortune. One had heard rumors of the dark being before. The man who moved as quickly and silently as the shifting shadows. The man those who knew the rumor called "Shadow". That ver man had called out to him. As a way to say thanks basically.
Us criminals got to look out for each other, ya?
The man know only as Shadow turned his head. The moonlight from a nearby window glistening in and shining off his mask. He walked to the middle of the room, glancing around to get the feel of how many still lived. When he finally replied, it was clear of Shadow's intention. "The Goddess does not discriminate. She judges all and orders me accordingly. The Goddess has deemed you all unworthy. Your lives, will not be spared." As his words sank in, the shadows rose up and wrapped themselves around the walls of the building. Complete darkness covered the area. Those who tried to escape found it futile. Those who raised their guns and began shooting into the darkness found it just as ineffective. A deep rumbling began in the warehouse walls. The men screamed and pleaded, all falling on deaf ears.
Rubble began crashing down. Some tried begging, some tried bribing, some tried offering themselves as eternal slaves, but to no avail. Many of them finally jut began to pray to God, to save them. Shadow hearing their prayers just smiled under his mask. "It is not God who you should be begging to spare your lives. The Goddess is the one calling all the shots. Your ignorance will cost you dearly." With that last statement the entire building came crumbling down. Screams of pain, fear, and complete anguish could be heard of you were close enough. By the time the dust settled it was nothing but a mass graveyard covered in rubble. The only soul that was in there that was still breathing was Shadow, who now stood on top of the debris. "It is complete Goddess. More unworthy sinners, dead in your name."
OOC Notes
A crew of workmen went about their business. Ignoring the pink glow that blurred by them every so often.
A young man with bluish grey hair, no shirt, and no shoes, paid it far more attention. It streaked towards him and a wall of crimson crystal appeared in a flash between them. The blur veered off and came at him again. Again and a gain the pink blur was blocked, only to come back again, until finally the man created a horseshoe shaped wall. The blur collided with a solid thump and bounced off.
A girl wearing a pink jogging suit and sneakers and with a glowing pink aura around fell back on her butt holding her face in her hands as the glow slowly faded, “Ow! Okay, this isn’t fun anymore!”
A scruffy looking man in jeans and a t-shirt leaned over the railing of one of the platforms crossing above the tracks, a half empty beer bottle in one hand, to look down at them and say, “It isn’t supposed to be fun. If you’re having fun you’re doing something wrong.”
The young girl looked up at him and pouted fiercely.
“Hey hey!” the young man yelled, holding a long rod of the same translucent crimson crystal. “Are we in time out or should I be hitting her right now?” he asked, his annoyance at the sparring session being brought to a halt readily apparent.
“You are now,” A voice rich with authority called out. An older gentleman with dark brown hair speckled with grey wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid button up shirt walked across the platforms towards them, “And I think what Mr. Herner meant, Blaise, is that you shouldn’t be treating this like a game, you need to be serious about it. Now both of you hit the showers, we’ve got a new recruit coming in and I want you both cleaned up and presentable.”
Blaise perked up at this, “boy or girl?”
“Girl. She’s about your age actually.”
“Sweet!” Blaise’s clothes ruffled slightly as she began to glow and she ran off across the tracks and platforms in a blur of pink.
The boy sighed and dropped his arm, the rod vanishing in a brief flicker of light, “Think we can work on getting some older girls into the group? Or at least another guy?”
“We aren’t running a dating service here kid,” Herner grunted.
“Hey, all I’m asking for is something nice to look at while we’re cooped up down here.”
“I said hit the showers,” the older man said, “And make sure yours is cold.”
“Fine, man, whatever,” and he to headed off to the showers.
Herner turned to the other man and asked, “So what’s this girl do, Sam?”
“Incremental transformation with increased strength, speed, and durability.”
“What’s she transform into?”
“Nothing pretty.”
“Fun shit,” he said, before downing the last of his beer and walking away.”
A young man with bluish grey hair, no shirt, and no shoes, paid it far more attention. It streaked towards him and a wall of crimson crystal appeared in a flash between them. The blur veered off and came at him again. Again and a gain the pink blur was blocked, only to come back again, until finally the man created a horseshoe shaped wall. The blur collided with a solid thump and bounced off.
A girl wearing a pink jogging suit and sneakers and with a glowing pink aura around fell back on her butt holding her face in her hands as the glow slowly faded, “Ow! Okay, this isn’t fun anymore!”
A scruffy looking man in jeans and a t-shirt leaned over the railing of one of the platforms crossing above the tracks, a half empty beer bottle in one hand, to look down at them and say, “It isn’t supposed to be fun. If you’re having fun you’re doing something wrong.”
The young girl looked up at him and pouted fiercely.
“Hey hey!” the young man yelled, holding a long rod of the same translucent crimson crystal. “Are we in time out or should I be hitting her right now?” he asked, his annoyance at the sparring session being brought to a halt readily apparent.
“You are now,” A voice rich with authority called out. An older gentleman with dark brown hair speckled with grey wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid button up shirt walked across the platforms towards them, “And I think what Mr. Herner meant, Blaise, is that you shouldn’t be treating this like a game, you need to be serious about it. Now both of you hit the showers, we’ve got a new recruit coming in and I want you both cleaned up and presentable.”
Blaise perked up at this, “boy or girl?”
“Girl. She’s about your age actually.”
“Sweet!” Blaise’s clothes ruffled slightly as she began to glow and she ran off across the tracks and platforms in a blur of pink.
The boy sighed and dropped his arm, the rod vanishing in a brief flicker of light, “Think we can work on getting some older girls into the group? Or at least another guy?”
“We aren’t running a dating service here kid,” Herner grunted.
“Hey, all I’m asking for is something nice to look at while we’re cooped up down here.”
“I said hit the showers,” the older man said, “And make sure yours is cold.”
“Fine, man, whatever,” and he to headed off to the showers.
Herner turned to the other man and asked, “So what’s this girl do, Sam?”
“Incremental transformation with increased strength, speed, and durability.”
“What’s she transform into?”
“Nothing pretty.”
“Fun shit,” he said, before downing the last of his beer and walking away.”
OOC Notes
Devin arrived at the her new "home" not that she was happy about it, but she preferred this to rotting in a specially made prison cell with no freedom. As she walked in with nothing but the clothes on her back she thought about what kind of idiots she would now have to deal with. "Why does everything have to happen to me?" she complained as another voice only she could hear piped up, "You made your choice and you chose power, but you keep it sealed up, that's why! If you just let me out you don't have to choose either..." said the voice before she retorted, "I know this is my problem, but you don't need to rub it in my face so shut up!" she had snapped at him out loud without realizing it so some of those around her would probably think that she is crazy, not that she cared and at least that way most would leave her alone. She walked in as the voice did in fact shut up, she just wanted to be shown her room so she could go to bed.
OOC Notes
The classroom wasn’t exactly what she expected it to be. An archaic chalkboard, uncomfortable chairs that were screwed into the floor, lack of natural lighting, the smell of old books. These are things she expected to find, however, when she stepped into the room, her mouth dropped. There was a large flat screen monitor on the closest wall to the door, which was practically the size of the wall, which had simultaneous windows open with what her eyes caught to be lesson plans for the day. On the far side wall, opposite of the entrance was a large pane of glass that held a view of the acres of land that outstretched behind the institute, bringing with it not only an extraordinary view, but the smells of the flora and fauna as well as the suns bright rays of a late morning to illuminate the adolescent think-tank. The seats were replaced with cozy couches, loveseats, beanbag chairs that were strewn in a circle that forced those seated to be part of the discussion and to be seen at all times by the teachers.
“Oh, there she is,” A middle-aged man wearing a sweater vest and slacks approached her from the middle of the room with a smile. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he turned back to the classroom, “Students, welcome your new classmate; Emily.” He turned the other hand palm up and offered her a spare seat within the circle.
Emily could feel her cheeks getting warmer and hoped she wasn’t getting too red as she meekly waved and smiled before taking a seat amongst her peers. She looked around at her fellow mutants, who were looking back at her. Some whispered to one another, others stared between the professor and her again as they scribbled down notes. There was an entire myriad of people here, with whom she felt strangely comfortable with being in the same room.
There was a male student made of rocks, grey in colour, which hulked over the others in the class as he probably stood eight feet tall had he not been seated on one of the beanbag chairs. There was another male on her immediate left who looked at her and smiled as he went back to taking down what the professor was saying. What caught her attention were the large, pearl white wings that protruded from his back. Directly across from her was a girl, probably a few years older than Emily herself who had her ear-buds in and nodded her head to whatever beat she was listening to. Her fingers mimicking the plucking of guitar chords, she barely paid any attention to the new student.
The professor made his way back to the console at the back of the room and triggered the next few slides on the monitor that brought up images of the philosophers Rene Descartes and Immanuel Kant. The professor spoke, “As we’ve mentioned before, Descartes’ famous term ‘I think, therefore I am,’ can quite sum up his theology that we are free from God’s influence and can take matters into our own hands into explaining natural phenomena.” The professor moved the center of the circle, still looking at the images on the monitor.
“So, than, what would he say about our species? About us, about you, me, your family, the rest of us out there? Are we here simply because we have evolved from our ancestors or have we been genetically created? Was this simply the outcome of his Scientific Revolution? Thoughts?” He turned to the students who avoided eye contact with him immediately; signalling that they didn’t want to participate, all but one student.
“I don’t mean to pick on you so soon after joining us Emily but would you like to add anything?” He smiled as he asked.
Emily brushed a bang behind her ear, as she cleared her throat. “Well…I personally find some faults with his theory, mainly when he brings up dualism.” The professor nodded and let her continue. “I mean, he thought the body and mind were two different entities and that the mind didn’t adhere to the laws of physics, like the body does. He argued that one of our glands, I forget which one, interacts with our mind through our body, which therefore he theorised our mind controls our body.” She took a deep breath and kept her eyes fixed on a spot on the ground.
“But, that doesn’t explain something like crimes of passion, where we get so heated and our actions aren’t calculated at all. Which, is fine, I get it but than he goes so far as to determine that only humans have minds and animals don’t. Oh, and he also tested on live animals and determined they don’t feel pain, which, I guess during his time was revolutionary thinking but I find that pretty disgusting. To be ignorant of their cries of pain? I dunno. I’m rambling now, sorry.” She looked up and smiled at the professor as she shrugged her shoulders.
“No no, that’s fine, thank you for your input, it was well said.” He walked back to the computer, “Anyone else want to tackle Kant?”
There was silence and Emily could already feel like she threw herself under the bus as the teachers pet when everyone looked at her and began to formulate their perceptions of her. But then another student spoke up.
“Yeah, Kant, Enlightenment guy.” A teenaged boy, roughly around Emily’s age who was slumped into his seat, looking half asleep as his head was tilted up staring at the ceiling. “He wanted us to use reason and science in explaining life, disregarding the set of morals and values at the time which were centralized around the Church and God.”
“Alright, pretty decent quick description Ian, so how can we apply part of his ideology into modern times?” The professor asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Ian sat up from his seat and flicked his fingers which produced a small fireball in his hand. “People don’t use reason today, prime example is us; they’re scared shitless that we’re some abominations. Otherwise they’d just let us live in peace without those fucking detention centres out there.”
“Ian, please keep this a respectful forum of discussion and refrain from the use of swearwords and respect our policy of no powers in class.” The professor gave him a stern look. “So than, should our reaction be voiced by reason despite the actions of those that fear us and according to Ian, fail to use their own?”
The class bell rang and the students started shuffling their papers back into their bags. “Think about that for tomorrow’s class. Everyone take care.” The professor said as he powered off the computer and began packing his own notes.
Emily began putting her binder away in her tote bag and got up to leave when a couple of students approached her. “Hey, welcome, I’m Victoria,” The girl with the headphones outstretched a hand and introduced herself and the others. “This here’s Nathan,” She nodded towards the winged boy from before who smiled again, “And Ian here.” Ian made his way over to them and nodded towards Emily as he slung his backpack over his back. “You got any plans for lunch or would you care to join us?” Victoria asked as they began to walk out into the hall.
“Umm….nope, no plans. I’d love to tag along.” Emily responded, trying hard to conceal the deep grin inside. Things were looking up already, after the first class she had met some people like her and they took to her. She couldn’t wait to get to know these people.
“Oh, there she is,” A middle-aged man wearing a sweater vest and slacks approached her from the middle of the room with a smile. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he turned back to the classroom, “Students, welcome your new classmate; Emily.” He turned the other hand palm up and offered her a spare seat within the circle.
Emily could feel her cheeks getting warmer and hoped she wasn’t getting too red as she meekly waved and smiled before taking a seat amongst her peers. She looked around at her fellow mutants, who were looking back at her. Some whispered to one another, others stared between the professor and her again as they scribbled down notes. There was an entire myriad of people here, with whom she felt strangely comfortable with being in the same room.
There was a male student made of rocks, grey in colour, which hulked over the others in the class as he probably stood eight feet tall had he not been seated on one of the beanbag chairs. There was another male on her immediate left who looked at her and smiled as he went back to taking down what the professor was saying. What caught her attention were the large, pearl white wings that protruded from his back. Directly across from her was a girl, probably a few years older than Emily herself who had her ear-buds in and nodded her head to whatever beat she was listening to. Her fingers mimicking the plucking of guitar chords, she barely paid any attention to the new student.
The professor made his way back to the console at the back of the room and triggered the next few slides on the monitor that brought up images of the philosophers Rene Descartes and Immanuel Kant. The professor spoke, “As we’ve mentioned before, Descartes’ famous term ‘I think, therefore I am,’ can quite sum up his theology that we are free from God’s influence and can take matters into our own hands into explaining natural phenomena.” The professor moved the center of the circle, still looking at the images on the monitor.
“So, than, what would he say about our species? About us, about you, me, your family, the rest of us out there? Are we here simply because we have evolved from our ancestors or have we been genetically created? Was this simply the outcome of his Scientific Revolution? Thoughts?” He turned to the students who avoided eye contact with him immediately; signalling that they didn’t want to participate, all but one student.
“I don’t mean to pick on you so soon after joining us Emily but would you like to add anything?” He smiled as he asked.
Emily brushed a bang behind her ear, as she cleared her throat. “Well…I personally find some faults with his theory, mainly when he brings up dualism.” The professor nodded and let her continue. “I mean, he thought the body and mind were two different entities and that the mind didn’t adhere to the laws of physics, like the body does. He argued that one of our glands, I forget which one, interacts with our mind through our body, which therefore he theorised our mind controls our body.” She took a deep breath and kept her eyes fixed on a spot on the ground.
“But, that doesn’t explain something like crimes of passion, where we get so heated and our actions aren’t calculated at all. Which, is fine, I get it but than he goes so far as to determine that only humans have minds and animals don’t. Oh, and he also tested on live animals and determined they don’t feel pain, which, I guess during his time was revolutionary thinking but I find that pretty disgusting. To be ignorant of their cries of pain? I dunno. I’m rambling now, sorry.” She looked up and smiled at the professor as she shrugged her shoulders.
“No no, that’s fine, thank you for your input, it was well said.” He walked back to the computer, “Anyone else want to tackle Kant?”
There was silence and Emily could already feel like she threw herself under the bus as the teachers pet when everyone looked at her and began to formulate their perceptions of her. But then another student spoke up.
“Yeah, Kant, Enlightenment guy.” A teenaged boy, roughly around Emily’s age who was slumped into his seat, looking half asleep as his head was tilted up staring at the ceiling. “He wanted us to use reason and science in explaining life, disregarding the set of morals and values at the time which were centralized around the Church and God.”
“Alright, pretty decent quick description Ian, so how can we apply part of his ideology into modern times?” The professor asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Ian sat up from his seat and flicked his fingers which produced a small fireball in his hand. “People don’t use reason today, prime example is us; they’re scared shitless that we’re some abominations. Otherwise they’d just let us live in peace without those fucking detention centres out there.”
“Ian, please keep this a respectful forum of discussion and refrain from the use of swearwords and respect our policy of no powers in class.” The professor gave him a stern look. “So than, should our reaction be voiced by reason despite the actions of those that fear us and according to Ian, fail to use their own?”
The class bell rang and the students started shuffling their papers back into their bags. “Think about that for tomorrow’s class. Everyone take care.” The professor said as he powered off the computer and began packing his own notes.
Emily began putting her binder away in her tote bag and got up to leave when a couple of students approached her. “Hey, welcome, I’m Victoria,” The girl with the headphones outstretched a hand and introduced herself and the others. “This here’s Nathan,” She nodded towards the winged boy from before who smiled again, “And Ian here.” Ian made his way over to them and nodded towards Emily as he slung his backpack over his back. “You got any plans for lunch or would you care to join us?” Victoria asked as they began to walk out into the hall.
“Umm….nope, no plans. I’d love to tag along.” Emily responded, trying hard to conceal the deep grin inside. Things were looking up already, after the first class she had met some people like her and they took to her. She couldn’t wait to get to know these people.
OOC Notes
As Saizo ran off the bus he was flagged down by a man standing by the door. The man wore a royal blue button up shirt with black slacks, had short, dark, swept back hair and piercing blue eyes. “Saizo! Over here!”
When Saizo approached him he greeted him with a smile and an extended hand, “Sorry for running a bit late, things got a bit hectic in PPA class. My name is Mr. Connors I was supposed to meet you off the bus to take you through your orientation.” He rubbed his hands together eagerly, “What say you we start with a tour?”
They started with the four main buildings class halls, Sciences, Arts, Physical Education, and Power Control. The first three buildings looked much the same as they were when they were built, though the inside boasted technology and comforts befitting the price tag of an education at this school.
The fourth building was built like a bunker. Indeed it was mostly underground, though the few rooms that could have natural lighting did. The surface rooms were fairly similar to what you found in the Physical Education hall. As you went deeper though, the rooms became barer and blast shields replaced doors.
“I don’t think you’ll be training this far down though,” he said, smirking at Saizo, “It’s still cool to see though.”
The next building was the student dormitories. The rooms were relatively small, but they were for one student each so it balanced out, “You’ll find the text books you’ll need in the room you’ve been assigned.”
He then took Saizo to the administrative building, which held all the faculty offices. Here they sat down to go over Saizo’s schedule and pick up his room assignment as well as go over the school rules. He gave him a map of the school as well as a student handbook before taking him to the final stop on the tour.
“This building contains the cafeteria, assembly hall, and student recreation areas.” The noon bell rang then, “And that’s the start of the mid-day break,” he said clapping his hands together, “In two hours c
When Saizo approached him he greeted him with a smile and an extended hand, “Sorry for running a bit late, things got a bit hectic in PPA class. My name is Mr. Connors I was supposed to meet you off the bus to take you through your orientation.” He rubbed his hands together eagerly, “What say you we start with a tour?”
They started with the four main buildings class halls, Sciences, Arts, Physical Education, and Power Control. The first three buildings looked much the same as they were when they were built, though the inside boasted technology and comforts befitting the price tag of an education at this school.
The fourth building was built like a bunker. Indeed it was mostly underground, though the few rooms that could have natural lighting did. The surface rooms were fairly similar to what you found in the Physical Education hall. As you went deeper though, the rooms became barer and blast shields replaced doors.
“I don’t think you’ll be training this far down though,” he said, smirking at Saizo, “It’s still cool to see though.”
The next building was the student dormitories. The rooms were relatively small, but they were for one student each so it balanced out, “You’ll find the text books you’ll need in the room you’ve been assigned.”
He then took Saizo to the administrative building, which held all the faculty offices. Here they sat down to go over Saizo’s schedule and pick up his room assignment as well as go over the school rules. He gave him a map of the school as well as a student handbook before taking him to the final stop on the tour.
“This building contains the cafeteria, assembly hall, and student recreation areas.” The noon bell rang then, “And that’s the start of the mid-day break,” he said clapping his hands together, “In two hours c
OOC Notes
“In two hours classes will resume but you wont be expected to attend until tomorrow, though you can feel free to sit in on your afternoon classes. I’d recommend you get something to eat and get to know some of your classmates…” he looked up as the first few students started coming in, noticing the girl he’d given the same tour to yesterday, “In fact, there’s another student walking in right now.”
He gave him a slap on the shoulder and said, “Well, enjoy your first day here. I’ve got to get back to work now. You know where to find me.”
He gave him a slap on the shoulder and said, “Well, enjoy your first day here. I’ve got to get back to work now. You know where to find me.”
OOC Notes
As Saizo ran off the bus he was flagged down by a man standing by the door. The man wore a royal blue button up shirt with black slacks, had short, dark, swept back hair and piercing blue eyes. “Saizo! Over here!”
When Saizo approached him he greeted him with a smile and an extended hand, “Sorry for running a bit late, things got a bit hectic in PPA class. My name is Mr. Connors I was supposed to meet you off the bus to take you through your orientation.” He rubbed his hands together eagerly, “What say you we start with a tour?”
They started with the four main buildings class halls, Sciences, Arts, Physical Education, and Power Control. The first three buildings looked much the same as they were when they were built, though the inside boasted technology and comforts befitting the price tag of an education at this school.
The fourth building was built like a bunker. Indeed it was mostly underground, though the few rooms that could have natural lighting did. The surface rooms were fairly similar to what you found in the Physical Education hall. As you went deeper though, the rooms became barer and blast shields replaced doors.
“I don’t think you’ll be training this far down though,” he said, smirking at Saizo, “It’s still cool to see though.”
The next building was the student dormitories. The rooms were relatively small, but they were for one student each so it balanced out, “You’ll find the text books you’ll need in the room you’ve been assigned.”
He then took Saizo to the administrative building, which held all the faculty offices. Here they sat down to go over Saizo’s schedule and pick up his room assignment as well as go over the school rules. He gave him a map of the school as well as a student handbook before taking him to the final stop on the tour.
“This building contains the cafeteria, assembly hall, and student recreation areas.” The noon bell rang then, “And that’s the start of the mid-day break,” he said clapping his hands together, “In two hours classes will resume but you wont be expected to attend until tomorrow, though you can feel free to sit in on your afternoon classes. I’d recommend you get something to eat and get to know some of your classmates…” he looked up as the first few students started coming in, noticing the girl he’d given the same tour to yesterday, “In fact, there’s another student walking in right now.”
He gave him a slap on the shoulder and said, “Well, enjoy your first day here. I’ve got to get back to work now. You know where to find me.”
When Saizo approached him he greeted him with a smile and an extended hand, “Sorry for running a bit late, things got a bit hectic in PPA class. My name is Mr. Connors I was supposed to meet you off the bus to take you through your orientation.” He rubbed his hands together eagerly, “What say you we start with a tour?”
They started with the four main buildings class halls, Sciences, Arts, Physical Education, and Power Control. The first three buildings looked much the same as they were when they were built, though the inside boasted technology and comforts befitting the price tag of an education at this school.
The fourth building was built like a bunker. Indeed it was mostly underground, though the few rooms that could have natural lighting did. The surface rooms were fairly similar to what you found in the Physical Education hall. As you went deeper though, the rooms became barer and blast shields replaced doors.
“I don’t think you’ll be training this far down though,” he said, smirking at Saizo, “It’s still cool to see though.”
The next building was the student dormitories. The rooms were relatively small, but they were for one student each so it balanced out, “You’ll find the text books you’ll need in the room you’ve been assigned.”
He then took Saizo to the administrative building, which held all the faculty offices. Here they sat down to go over Saizo’s schedule and pick up his room assignment as well as go over the school rules. He gave him a map of the school as well as a student handbook before taking him to the final stop on the tour.
“This building contains the cafeteria, assembly hall, and student recreation areas.” The noon bell rang then, “And that’s the start of the mid-day break,” he said clapping his hands together, “In two hours classes will resume but you wont be expected to attend until tomorrow, though you can feel free to sit in on your afternoon classes. I’d recommend you get something to eat and get to know some of your classmates…” he looked up as the first few students started coming in, noticing the girl he’d given the same tour to yesterday, “In fact, there’s another student walking in right now.”
He gave him a slap on the shoulder and said, “Well, enjoy your first day here. I’ve got to get back to work now. You know where to find me.”
OOC Notes
-Uncle Sam-
When the girl was brought in, she looked both aggravated and exhausted.
The two Dragons escorting her also seemed slightly annoyed, but it was hard to read them through their armor unless they were actively trying to emote.
He looked through the file one last time before speaking, “Well Devin. It seems you’ve been causing problems out there.” He put the file behind his back and continued, “While you’re here we’ll train you in your abilities and see if you can do some good with them. We’ll also be keeping an eye on you and doing our best to keep you out of trouble. Hopefully you won’t make that last part difficult for us,” he said with a smile. “Here in The Tube,” he continued, “you will refer to me as Mr. Adams, and he,” he gestured to the scruffy man leaning against one of the support columns standing a few feet behind him, “as Mr. Herner. In the field we are Uncle Sam and Shockwave respectively. Your teammates,” he turned to look at Mr. Herner who shook his head, “will be meeting you later.” He dismissed the Dragons escorting her, “For now, you get the tour.”
He lead her from the elevator that brought her down into the old subway station from the abandoned office building above them, to what looked like it used to be a small food court. The individual food stands had been gutted and converted into one larger kitchen where she could see a lone chef cooking. There were three tables placed around the area, each able to sit five, where a few of the workmen were taking a break, “This is where you’ll be taking your meals. It operates fourteen hours a day seven days a week. It’s a small menu but you can have anything you want on it.” He then led her across the bridges over the tracks. There were two areas, each large enough to easily accommodate a couch, two armchairs, a coffee table, and a flat-screen television, “This is all considered general space. The TVs have cable and this one has the DVD and Blu-Ray players and the movies. The other has the three current generation game consoles as well as a fair library for each.” He continued on to the far side of the station, “Over here,” he gestured with his right hand, “we have the locker rooms. One side for boys, the other for girls. Each has six showers three toilets. There is still discussion going on about whether or not to put in a hot tub to help ease the inevitable sore and sprained muscles, so do your best to make sure they think you’ve earned it.” He pointed with his left hand, “This side is the personal sleeping quarters. You’ll each have your own 10x8 room with a twin bed, a desk, and closest.” He paused to let her absorb it all before asking, “Any questions?”
When the girl was brought in, she looked both aggravated and exhausted.
The two Dragons escorting her also seemed slightly annoyed, but it was hard to read them through their armor unless they were actively trying to emote.
He looked through the file one last time before speaking, “Well Devin. It seems you’ve been causing problems out there.” He put the file behind his back and continued, “While you’re here we’ll train you in your abilities and see if you can do some good with them. We’ll also be keeping an eye on you and doing our best to keep you out of trouble. Hopefully you won’t make that last part difficult for us,” he said with a smile. “Here in The Tube,” he continued, “you will refer to me as Mr. Adams, and he,” he gestured to the scruffy man leaning against one of the support columns standing a few feet behind him, “as Mr. Herner. In the field we are Uncle Sam and Shockwave respectively. Your teammates,” he turned to look at Mr. Herner who shook his head, “will be meeting you later.” He dismissed the Dragons escorting her, “For now, you get the tour.”
He lead her from the elevator that brought her down into the old subway station from the abandoned office building above them, to what looked like it used to be a small food court. The individual food stands had been gutted and converted into one larger kitchen where she could see a lone chef cooking. There were three tables placed around the area, each able to sit five, where a few of the workmen were taking a break, “This is where you’ll be taking your meals. It operates fourteen hours a day seven days a week. It’s a small menu but you can have anything you want on it.” He then led her across the bridges over the tracks. There were two areas, each large enough to easily accommodate a couch, two armchairs, a coffee table, and a flat-screen television, “This is all considered general space. The TVs have cable and this one has the DVD and Blu-Ray players and the movies. The other has the three current generation game consoles as well as a fair library for each.” He continued on to the far side of the station, “Over here,” he gestured with his right hand, “we have the locker rooms. One side for boys, the other for girls. Each has six showers three toilets. There is still discussion going on about whether or not to put in a hot tub to help ease the inevitable sore and sprained muscles, so do your best to make sure they think you’ve earned it.” He pointed with his left hand, “This side is the personal sleeping quarters. You’ll each have your own 10x8 room with a twin bed, a desk, and closest.” He paused to let her absorb it all before asking, “Any questions?”
OOC Notes
"Yeah, Why the hell did you have those soon to be deadmen carry me in here?!" she snapped at them as she began to get really angry and started to transform, "Yes finally..." the voice only she could hear began, well before she beat it down again, "NO!" she snapped at it as she calmed down.
OOC Notes
-Uncle Sam-
Mr. Adams gaze hardened as the girls temper flared out briefly. He motioned for Mr. Herner to stand down as he had started into a combat position when the girl started to transform.
“We brought you down here to help you get some control over yourself and maybe even get whoever it is in your head that you keep talking to shut out.” He looked over her shoulder to see Blaise and Kamir coming down the hall from the dorms. He gave a quick jerk of his head and they stayed where they were, “Right now you’re as much a danger to yourself as you are to others. We aim to change that. If you don’t like it, if you want to be a little ball of rage and destroy things,” he pointed back the way they came, “there’s the door. You are free to leave. Just know that if you lose control of yourself again, you will be brought down, and you will find nothing but a high security cell waiting for you.”
He straightened his back and folded his arms behind him, “So what’s your choice?”
Mr. Adams gaze hardened as the girls temper flared out briefly. He motioned for Mr. Herner to stand down as he had started into a combat position when the girl started to transform.
“We brought you down here to help you get some control over yourself and maybe even get whoever it is in your head that you keep talking to shut out.” He looked over her shoulder to see Blaise and Kamir coming down the hall from the dorms. He gave a quick jerk of his head and they stayed where they were, “Right now you’re as much a danger to yourself as you are to others. We aim to change that. If you don’t like it, if you want to be a little ball of rage and destroy things,” he pointed back the way they came, “there’s the door. You are free to leave. Just know that if you lose control of yourself again, you will be brought down, and you will find nothing but a high security cell waiting for you.”
He straightened his back and folded his arms behind him, “So what’s your choice?”
OOC Notes
"Is there a place I can go to fight a bit to relieve my anger and stress?" she forced out in a happy tone though it was obvious she was restraining her emotions from getting the better of her. Her question made her answer pretty much implied that she would be staying as she preferred freedom to being locked up.
OOC Notes
A blonde woman , clad in a light jacket over her black blouse and dark wash jeans, walked by, preoccupied by a cell phone conversation about how ‘Jordan’ needed to get off of his lazy bum. Following closely behind, a young man and his girlfriend, from the looks of it, pass by with their arms linked and faces lit up by smiles. More business people, a few young women carrying shopping bags, a man walking a few dogs, a mother with her two children…Watching the people never ceased to amuse Aemyle. At first it was because this planet was strange to her, then it was simply to see how people functioned, but now it was because her life was once again foreign to them.
Though she was not a native of Earth she knew that the life she lead, the life of the face of a fairly well-known rock band, was not one most people got to taste. It was different, though largely due to the fact that the stares she received, once due to her naturally teal hair and multi-colored eyes, were now due to the fact that her face was recognizable as ‘Emily Pan, lead singer and bassist of Phersonnimus’. It was an odd phenomenon to be sure. The only people she recalled receiving such recognition on Peregrinantis were political and military officials, maybe a couple of nobles here and there. There hadn’t been any real celebrity performers or anything, and despite the fact that the band was working on their second cd she hadn’t quite gotten used to the status.
The worst part wasn’t the attention they got, but the fact that it kept her away from her mom. The tours they’d taken took them all over the United States, as well as to a few other countries, too. It was fun to see the world, but she only got to see her mother using a webcam when she wasn’t in New York. In the very least, she’d gotten to spend all of yesterday with her mom. They’d be staying in the area to finish their cd, so the webcam wouldn’t be too much of an issue.
“You’re thinking sappy thoughts again.” The young Asian woman sitting across from her at the coffee shop’s small table spoke up with a hint of sarcasm. “Stop it.”
“They weren’t sappy, Kuro.” Aemyle defended herself weakly. “Besides, I thought we’d agreed that you would invade other people’s thoughts.”
“I wasn’t trying,” Kuroseta stuck her tongue out at Aemyle, “you just think really loud. That, and you’re thoughts are interesting.”
“And isn’t that why we agreed you wouldn’t pry into my brain?” She took a sip of the coffee in front of her. “You have your secrets, now let me keep mine.”
“Whatever. I’ve told you a lot, and all you’ve told me is complete bullshit about how you and your mom came from Brazil or something. Your thoughts don’t sound like Brazilian-“
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Just like you’ll tell me everything when you’re ready.” The singer finished off her coffee and looked at her cell phone for the time. “We oughta finish off our errands if we plan on having extra time to practice before the show tonight.”
“Fine. Let’s go. Where to first?” Kuroseta pushed herself up and out of her seat, snagging the cup of coffee she had yet to finish. Aemyle stood as well, and their height difference was made known, though the difference was not as great today. Normally the extraterrestrial stood a full foot taller than Kuroseta, but the platform boots Kuro wore shaved three inches off.
“We gotta run by the bank first. I’ve got to put some money in Mother’s account.” Aemyle made sure that everything was still in the purse strapped to her hip before heading to throw her empty cup away. Kuroseta followed.
“Why didn’t ya’ll do that yesterday, Aem?”
“Because my mom likes to pretend she isn’t getting help from me. I will admit that she doesn’t technically need it, she does well enough with her secretary job.” Aemyle pushed the door open and held it open for her friend. “But I like to help her out. So, I go without her and give her a gift every now and then. Besides, if she really didn’t want the money, she’d have changed her PIN number by now.”
“Mothers are weird.” Kuroseta took a sip of her coffee, dismissing the matter.
Though she was not a native of Earth she knew that the life she lead, the life of the face of a fairly well-known rock band, was not one most people got to taste. It was different, though largely due to the fact that the stares she received, once due to her naturally teal hair and multi-colored eyes, were now due to the fact that her face was recognizable as ‘Emily Pan, lead singer and bassist of Phersonnimus’. It was an odd phenomenon to be sure. The only people she recalled receiving such recognition on Peregrinantis were political and military officials, maybe a couple of nobles here and there. There hadn’t been any real celebrity performers or anything, and despite the fact that the band was working on their second cd she hadn’t quite gotten used to the status.
The worst part wasn’t the attention they got, but the fact that it kept her away from her mom. The tours they’d taken took them all over the United States, as well as to a few other countries, too. It was fun to see the world, but she only got to see her mother using a webcam when she wasn’t in New York. In the very least, she’d gotten to spend all of yesterday with her mom. They’d be staying in the area to finish their cd, so the webcam wouldn’t be too much of an issue.
“You’re thinking sappy thoughts again.” The young Asian woman sitting across from her at the coffee shop’s small table spoke up with a hint of sarcasm. “Stop it.”
“They weren’t sappy, Kuro.” Aemyle defended herself weakly. “Besides, I thought we’d agreed that you would invade other people’s thoughts.”
“I wasn’t trying,” Kuroseta stuck her tongue out at Aemyle, “you just think really loud. That, and you’re thoughts are interesting.”
“And isn’t that why we agreed you wouldn’t pry into my brain?” She took a sip of the coffee in front of her. “You have your secrets, now let me keep mine.”
“Whatever. I’ve told you a lot, and all you’ve told me is complete bullshit about how you and your mom came from Brazil or something. Your thoughts don’t sound like Brazilian-“
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Just like you’ll tell me everything when you’re ready.” The singer finished off her coffee and looked at her cell phone for the time. “We oughta finish off our errands if we plan on having extra time to practice before the show tonight.”
“Fine. Let’s go. Where to first?” Kuroseta pushed herself up and out of her seat, snagging the cup of coffee she had yet to finish. Aemyle stood as well, and their height difference was made known, though the difference was not as great today. Normally the extraterrestrial stood a full foot taller than Kuroseta, but the platform boots Kuro wore shaved three inches off.
“We gotta run by the bank first. I’ve got to put some money in Mother’s account.” Aemyle made sure that everything was still in the purse strapped to her hip before heading to throw her empty cup away. Kuroseta followed.
“Why didn’t ya’ll do that yesterday, Aem?”
“Because my mom likes to pretend she isn’t getting help from me. I will admit that she doesn’t technically need it, she does well enough with her secretary job.” Aemyle pushed the door open and held it open for her friend. “But I like to help her out. So, I go without her and give her a gift every now and then. Besides, if she really didn’t want the money, she’d have changed her PIN number by now.”
“Mothers are weird.” Kuroseta took a sip of her coffee, dismissing the matter.
OOC Notes
-Uncle Sam-
He looked at her with a flat expression as he considered her request.
After a few moments of thought he said, “We may have just the thing.”
He had her follow him back out to the subway tracks, but instead of crossing the bridges, he dropped down onto the tracks themselves. At what was the approximate center of the tube there was an open shaft next to a control panel. Mr. Adams pressed a button and with a mechanical rumble a lift rose up. The two boarded and with another button press they descended.
At the bottom, he told Devin to wait and he walked down a hall and spoke with some of the men who were working there. After a few minutes of consultations, Mr. Adams called for Devin to follow him as a pair of heavy doors opened.
The two walked into a room roughly the size of a hockey rink. The walls and floor were paneled, but otherwise bare, and made of a material that looked like metal but felt like plastic.
He allowed Devin to walk past him further into the room as the doors closed. He pulled off his button-up shirt and shoes then tossed them aside. When she turned back towards him he was standing in bare feet, belted slacks, and a sleeveless undershirt.
“Well, you wanted to fight, let’s see what you’ve got.”
He looked at her with a flat expression as he considered her request.
After a few moments of thought he said, “We may have just the thing.”
He had her follow him back out to the subway tracks, but instead of crossing the bridges, he dropped down onto the tracks themselves. At what was the approximate center of the tube there was an open shaft next to a control panel. Mr. Adams pressed a button and with a mechanical rumble a lift rose up. The two boarded and with another button press they descended.
At the bottom, he told Devin to wait and he walked down a hall and spoke with some of the men who were working there. After a few minutes of consultations, Mr. Adams called for Devin to follow him as a pair of heavy doors opened.
The two walked into a room roughly the size of a hockey rink. The walls and floor were paneled, but otherwise bare, and made of a material that looked like metal but felt like plastic.
He allowed Devin to walk past him further into the room as the doors closed. He pulled off his button-up shirt and shoes then tossed them aside. When she turned back towards him he was standing in bare feet, belted slacks, and a sleeveless undershirt.
“Well, you wanted to fight, let’s see what you’ve got.”
OOC Notes
-Kat-
She watched as the warehouse was reduced to rubble. She watched as the man walked from the debris unscathed. She watched as he spoke…to nobody.
It seemed everything she’d heard about him was true.
She leapt down from the roof of an adjacent warehouse to land a few yards in front of him.
“You do nice work,” she said making a show of surveying the rubble, “A bit slow though, don’t you think?” she said with a soft smile and a cock of her hips. “I think we can help each other. We both want to bring the world to judgment; to see the unworthy culled from the herd. I know a way that will bring judgment to the whole world, but I can’t do it alone. I need help, as much as I can get.”
She tilted her head towards him and extend a hand, “Will you join me?”
She watched as the warehouse was reduced to rubble. She watched as the man walked from the debris unscathed. She watched as he spoke…to nobody.
It seemed everything she’d heard about him was true.
She leapt down from the roof of an adjacent warehouse to land a few yards in front of him.
“You do nice work,” she said making a show of surveying the rubble, “A bit slow though, don’t you think?” she said with a soft smile and a cock of her hips. “I think we can help each other. We both want to bring the world to judgment; to see the unworthy culled from the herd. I know a way that will bring judgment to the whole world, but I can’t do it alone. I need help, as much as I can get.”
She tilted her head towards him and extend a hand, “Will you join me?”
OOC Notes
Shadow stood still as he heard a a few steps creeping up on him. Whoever it was, they weren't exactly trying to hide their presence. That much was obvious. As he heard a woman's voice, he just stood there and listened.
"Slow? What would be the point in ending things quickly for most. The word of the Goddess must be spread around. If they do not know why it is they must die, then what is the purpose of carrying out the Goddesses will?"
As he listened to the woman's proposition he turned to face her. The moonlight gleaming off his mask. "Your wrong. I do not wish to bring judgement to the world, for it is not mine to judge. Just as it is not yours to judge. I am a servant of the Goddess, I carry out her will. If she told me to kill you now, you would be dead already. However, she has halted judgement upon you. For what purpose, is not my place to wonder. I trust her judgement."
Shadow cracked his neck before continuing. "However, it seems she is giving me the choice to join you or not. If it does not interfere with my work, I may consider joining you. However, I will need to know more about what exactly you want me for."
"Slow? What would be the point in ending things quickly for most. The word of the Goddess must be spread around. If they do not know why it is they must die, then what is the purpose of carrying out the Goddesses will?"
As he listened to the woman's proposition he turned to face her. The moonlight gleaming off his mask. "Your wrong. I do not wish to bring judgement to the world, for it is not mine to judge. Just as it is not yours to judge. I am a servant of the Goddess, I carry out her will. If she told me to kill you now, you would be dead already. However, she has halted judgement upon you. For what purpose, is not my place to wonder. I trust her judgement."
Shadow cracked his neck before continuing. "However, it seems she is giving me the choice to join you or not. If it does not interfere with my work, I may consider joining you. However, I will need to know more about what exactly you want me for."
OOC Notes
-Jostica-
New York.
New York, New Yo~rk!
It sure was something. Something she wasn’t sure she liked, but hoped she would. For the past four months she’d been trying to catch up to her brother, but he just moved around too fast. He’d be somewhere else before she could get halfway there. This became especially frustrating when it was a cross country trip.
She finally decided it’d be more efficient to sit and wait for him to come to where she was. But where to wait? She’d been tracking him for years, it was the first spell she’d learned, and after thinking back she realized there was one place he kept coming back to.
New York.
She guessed it was because of how easy it was to loose yourself there. If you needed to hide, where could you find a better place than in one of the largest cities in the world?
Staking out the city for his eventual return would also be easier on the finances, since she could actually get a steady job instead of relying on her savings and what her parents were willing to give her.
Still, New York was expensive and she was going to need to get a handle on her expenses. Her first stop? Her bank.
* * *
The plus side to needing to see one of the people at a desk, was that you got to sit. The negative was that it was much harder to judge how long you’d be waiting.
So she sat, and waited, and debated whether or not to scratch a softening spell into the heavy oak chairs.
She started to nod off when someone tapped her on the shoulder, asking if she needed to speak with someone. Her answer was interrupted by gunfire and screams.
Five men in cheap suits, ski masks, and carrying automatic weapons marched into the center of the bank demanding everyone to get on the floor.
Jostica and the woman from the bank grabbed each other and dove behind one of the desks. The woman was letting loose a stream of terrified expletives as she groped blindly over the top of the desk for a phone as Jostica’s training kicked in and she whispered a basic “look away” spell before she knew what she was doing.
New York.
New York, New Yo~rk!
It sure was something. Something she wasn’t sure she liked, but hoped she would. For the past four months she’d been trying to catch up to her brother, but he just moved around too fast. He’d be somewhere else before she could get halfway there. This became especially frustrating when it was a cross country trip.
She finally decided it’d be more efficient to sit and wait for him to come to where she was. But where to wait? She’d been tracking him for years, it was the first spell she’d learned, and after thinking back she realized there was one place he kept coming back to.
New York.
She guessed it was because of how easy it was to loose yourself there. If you needed to hide, where could you find a better place than in one of the largest cities in the world?
Staking out the city for his eventual return would also be easier on the finances, since she could actually get a steady job instead of relying on her savings and what her parents were willing to give her.
Still, New York was expensive and she was going to need to get a handle on her expenses. Her first stop? Her bank.
* * *
The plus side to needing to see one of the people at a desk, was that you got to sit. The negative was that it was much harder to judge how long you’d be waiting.
So she sat, and waited, and debated whether or not to scratch a softening spell into the heavy oak chairs.
She started to nod off when someone tapped her on the shoulder, asking if she needed to speak with someone. Her answer was interrupted by gunfire and screams.
Five men in cheap suits, ski masks, and carrying automatic weapons marched into the center of the bank demanding everyone to get on the floor.
Jostica and the woman from the bank grabbed each other and dove behind one of the desks. The woman was letting loose a stream of terrified expletives as she groped blindly over the top of the desk for a phone as Jostica’s training kicked in and she whispered a basic “look away” spell before she knew what she was doing.
OOC Notes
"So what kind of power can I expect you to have, since you probably already know what kind of powers I have...?" Devin asked as her body began to change, but only slightly. Her muscles began to tense as her body to to expand form her normal height of about 4'8" to about 5'6", redish lines below her eyes.
OOC Notes
-Uncle Sam-
As the girl began to transform, he took the opportunity to stretch his arms and legs, “What do I do?” he asked in response to her question, “Nothing special,” he grinned at her then, “I’ve been doing it for long time though.”
He stood up straight and popped his neck, “I’m ready when you are.”
As the girl began to transform, he took the opportunity to stretch his arms and legs, “What do I do?” he asked in response to her question, “Nothing special,” he grinned at her then, “I’ve been doing it for long time though.”
He stood up straight and popped his neck, “I’m ready when you are.”
OOC Notes
Devin charged at him preparing to throw a punch that would shatter the bones of a normal person. She reached him in onl;y moments as she threw the punch. The ground behind her was somewhat damaged and the ground below and in front of her were starting to crack and rise from the energy she was creating.
OOC Notes
“Yirl’n!” Aemyle let out the curse under her breath. Kuroseta was more than used to her odd manner of cursing by now, but Aemyle still tried to hide it. From the way Aemyle’s odd mind worked, it was probably more to keep the people around her from getting too weirded out. She could just as easily make people get used to it; it wasn’t like her face didn’t already cause stares. ‘What an odd hair color’ and ‘Are those colored contacts? were the most common first reactions to Kuroseta’s tall companion, though ‘I recognize her…isn’t that the singer from that one band, Phersonnimus?’ was definitely becoming more and more frequent.
“The line is long today!” Aemyle continued. “It’s like everyone and their mother needs to talk to the clerks.”
“Just use the ATM.” Kuroseta gave a slight smirk at the irony of how Aemyle put her complaint. “The line moves faster.”
‘I’d rather gnemte. Duoron’tte machines…’ “You know I’d rather talk to a person,” Aemyle replied. Sometimes Kuroseta wished Aemyle wouldn’t think so loudly; her thoughts made absolutely no sense half of the time.
As they stood in the lobby while Aemyle fought with herself in a mix of mental languages over whether to wait or to insert herself into the ATM line, Kuroseta dug through her pockets for her mp3 player. She needed something to drown out all of the noise. She let out a rather large sigh when she discovered that she had the player, but no headphones with which to listen. She must have forgotten to get them back from Zakk that morning, and she felt as if she could kick herself for it.
“Make a decision already, Aem.” Kuro poked Aemyle, who in turn gave her an exasperated look. She was too indecisive.
“I’m waiting to see how fast the ATM line is moving.”
“Rriiiight, suit yourself.”
Without much thought, she reached out for a set of thoughts to focus on. Doing so would lessen her chances of a headache, at least. So for a moment, she bounced around from thought to thought, attempting to find an interesting strand to follow until Aemyle’s business here was done. Someone was going over a shopping list, most people were thinking about their budgets and other boring things-one of those people’s thoughts were sluggish, typical of sleep. Kuro just gave a mental shrug before something disturbing caught her attention.
Just inside of her mental range, but closing in quickly, was a cluster of hostility. As they got closer, some of that hostility turned into greed. They needed to hightail it out of there now- the hostiles were closing in quickly. ‘Robbers!’
“Aem, we’ve gotta go, now,” Kuroseta grabbed her friend’s arm. Aemyle gave her a concerned look.
“Too many people-“
“No, Aem. This bank is about to get robbed,” Kuroseta warned quietly.
“Seriosuly?” Aemyle seemed shocked, but that was the extent of her questioning. One look in her friend’s blue color-contact-covered eyes told her that the Asian was dead serious. Unfortunately, this only sparked heroic thoughts- the last thing Kuroseta wanted right now. “Well then we can’t just leave! We’ve gotta warn them!”
“Aem, don’t be a hero!” The Asian attempted to hold her friend back as she headed for the help desk, but ended up being too late.
‘Get on the floor now, bitches!’ “GET ON THE FLOOR!” Kuroseta gave a slight wince as the thought-reinforced shout hit her in the head. What was worse, four other similar thoughts followed after. She turned to see five men in suits and ski-masks carrying guns marching into the center of the bank lobby. She couldn’t help but think that they should have gotten out when they had the chance…that and how unoriginal their disguises were for bank-robbers.
Aemyle grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her behind a set of chairs. The teal-haired woman was thinking so quickly that Kuroseta could make much sense of her half-gibberish thought processes. She only managed to catch her general intentions- “Protecting people” and “Shooting bad guys”. Kuroseta looked back at her crouching companion to find that odd gun she always carried in her hands.
“Aem, don’t be a hero!” Kuroseta whispered.
“People are going to get shot, Kuroseta. I might be able to stop them.”
“Think about it. You’re one person with a dinky hand gun, and they’re five people with powerful automatics. You’ll get killed.”
“You underestimate me,” Aemyle tried to argue.
“I know you’re different, Aem, but are you aren’t different enough to live through getting shot.”
“You don’t know that,”
“Well, what about the other hostages? I know that they can die if they get shot.” This shut Aemyle up for a moment. Kuroseta had finally gotten through to her….or so she though. The singer tucked her gun away and stood up.
“I said get on the ground!”
“There’s no need for anymore threats. I think you’ve sufficiently scared the crap out of your opposition.” Aemyle replied calmly. “Why don’t we get one of the workers out here so you can get out of here quickly as possible? No one needs to get hurt.”
Kuro’s hand went to her face. Was she seriously trying to mediate? Didn’t she know stuff like that only worked on TV?
“The line is long today!” Aemyle continued. “It’s like everyone and their mother needs to talk to the clerks.”
“Just use the ATM.” Kuroseta gave a slight smirk at the irony of how Aemyle put her complaint. “The line moves faster.”
‘I’d rather gnemte. Duoron’tte machines…’ “You know I’d rather talk to a person,” Aemyle replied. Sometimes Kuroseta wished Aemyle wouldn’t think so loudly; her thoughts made absolutely no sense half of the time.
As they stood in the lobby while Aemyle fought with herself in a mix of mental languages over whether to wait or to insert herself into the ATM line, Kuroseta dug through her pockets for her mp3 player. She needed something to drown out all of the noise. She let out a rather large sigh when she discovered that she had the player, but no headphones with which to listen. She must have forgotten to get them back from Zakk that morning, and she felt as if she could kick herself for it.
“Make a decision already, Aem.” Kuro poked Aemyle, who in turn gave her an exasperated look. She was too indecisive.
“I’m waiting to see how fast the ATM line is moving.”
“Rriiiight, suit yourself.”
Without much thought, she reached out for a set of thoughts to focus on. Doing so would lessen her chances of a headache, at least. So for a moment, she bounced around from thought to thought, attempting to find an interesting strand to follow until Aemyle’s business here was done. Someone was going over a shopping list, most people were thinking about their budgets and other boring things-one of those people’s thoughts were sluggish, typical of sleep. Kuro just gave a mental shrug before something disturbing caught her attention.
Just inside of her mental range, but closing in quickly, was a cluster of hostility. As they got closer, some of that hostility turned into greed. They needed to hightail it out of there now- the hostiles were closing in quickly. ‘Robbers!’
“Aem, we’ve gotta go, now,” Kuroseta grabbed her friend’s arm. Aemyle gave her a concerned look.
“Too many people-“
“No, Aem. This bank is about to get robbed,” Kuroseta warned quietly.
“Seriosuly?” Aemyle seemed shocked, but that was the extent of her questioning. One look in her friend’s blue color-contact-covered eyes told her that the Asian was dead serious. Unfortunately, this only sparked heroic thoughts- the last thing Kuroseta wanted right now. “Well then we can’t just leave! We’ve gotta warn them!”
“Aem, don’t be a hero!” The Asian attempted to hold her friend back as she headed for the help desk, but ended up being too late.
‘Get on the floor now, bitches!’ “GET ON THE FLOOR!” Kuroseta gave a slight wince as the thought-reinforced shout hit her in the head. What was worse, four other similar thoughts followed after. She turned to see five men in suits and ski-masks carrying guns marching into the center of the bank lobby. She couldn’t help but think that they should have gotten out when they had the chance…that and how unoriginal their disguises were for bank-robbers.
Aemyle grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her behind a set of chairs. The teal-haired woman was thinking so quickly that Kuroseta could make much sense of her half-gibberish thought processes. She only managed to catch her general intentions- “Protecting people” and “Shooting bad guys”. Kuroseta looked back at her crouching companion to find that odd gun she always carried in her hands.
“Aem, don’t be a hero!” Kuroseta whispered.
“People are going to get shot, Kuroseta. I might be able to stop them.”
“Think about it. You’re one person with a dinky hand gun, and they’re five people with powerful automatics. You’ll get killed.”
“You underestimate me,” Aemyle tried to argue.
“I know you’re different, Aem, but are you aren’t different enough to live through getting shot.”
“You don’t know that,”
“Well, what about the other hostages? I know that they can die if they get shot.” This shut Aemyle up for a moment. Kuroseta had finally gotten through to her….or so she though. The singer tucked her gun away and stood up.
“I said get on the ground!”
“There’s no need for anymore threats. I think you’ve sufficiently scared the crap out of your opposition.” Aemyle replied calmly. “Why don’t we get one of the workers out here so you can get out of here quickly as possible? No one needs to get hurt.”
Kuro’s hand went to her face. Was she seriously trying to mediate? Didn’t she know stuff like that only worked on TV?
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Re: [OOC] Lore
Required Secondary Powers:
RSPs are often overlooked, but they are vitally important, as it is the lack of RSPs that result in death through power usage. An example of these "background" powers would be enhanced durability, which would prevent someone with super strength from ripping their own body apart.
The Academies:
Over the years, three schools have been opened to instruct and care for mutants. These schools offer a standard curriculum, with one or two other classes tacked on related to power control and use, depending on the student. Most teachers for power related classes work part time or are volunteers, as keeping a full staff of teachers capable of teaching control of all the various powers would be impossible. In the mid 90s the government worked with the schools to offer licensing programs.
RSPs are often overlooked, but they are vitally important, as it is the lack of RSPs that result in death through power usage. An example of these "background" powers would be enhanced durability, which would prevent someone with super strength from ripping their own body apart.
The Academies:
Over the years, three schools have been opened to instruct and care for mutants. These schools offer a standard curriculum, with one or two other classes tacked on related to power control and use, depending on the student. Most teachers for power related classes work part time or are volunteers, as keeping a full staff of teachers capable of teaching control of all the various powers would be impossible. In the mid 90s the government worked with the schools to offer licensing programs.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Most of the history could be put into the lore forum instead of the intro. You just need key events that pertain to the plots, like the advancements that led to mutations, an/or events that affect the perception of those with powers in the community.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
What are you talking about, there is no Edit button on this pa-
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ugh sometimes I wonder why I bother having eyes.
Well, that said, from the perspectives of people just trying to play the game as opposed to a GM trying to tell a story, what do you think could be trimmed from the introduction?
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ugh sometimes I wonder why I bother having eyes.
Well, that said, from the perspectives of people just trying to play the game as opposed to a GM trying to tell a story, what do you think could be trimmed from the introduction?
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Yeah, you just can't edit the title anymore. The RP can be edited as much as you want. If we are changing it so much though, why not just make a new thread? I mean this one is all cluttered with characters that aren't here anyway, and we can Copy and Paste the few posts we had into the new thread. No?
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
The person who created the rp can too edit the intro page. If you go to the my roleplays tab and the desired rp, the word 'edit' should be in the top right hand corner of the little tab for the rp (provided you created it). I know it works, cause I checked on the tab for a roleplay I made a long time ago- so time is not an issue.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Well, I just talked to Dalmar and he voiced a thought I shared.
All the plot lines except for The Wannabes and IDon't Want to Set the World on Fire will be discarded. They will now simply be known as "the hero plot" and "the villain plot".
The Heroes and the Villains where both going to cross paths with the others at some point, so those stories will be seen to some degree later, if we can manage to get there.
Don't know if that will help attact new people since I can't edit the main intro page, but we'll figure something out, wont we?
All the plot lines except for The Wannabes and I
The Heroes and the Villains where both going to cross paths with the others at some point, so those stories will be seen to some degree later, if we can manage to get there.
Don't know if that will help attact new people since I can't edit the main intro page, but we'll figure something out, wont we?
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
It's tough keeping people in any rp. There's the few that will be dedicated to a good idea, and the rest will show minor interest and either never post or disappear when needed. I have an rp that overall we had like 14 people in it, and now we have like (after replacing multiple characters, multiple times). Another rp, we had to start a second part since we went from like 12 people down to three. Even in the Part 2 we only have 4 people. It just comes down to the dedication people have for an rp. Maybe we could invite some people that we know will stick with it long term and may be interested in it.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Well, it's past the point where I can edit the main intro page. Did you see the "New players start here" thread I made? How is that for an intro? I could probably edit that to be more interesting. I don't think I can get away with another Players Wanted thread though, since ViceVersus merged the two I made, comppletely DESTROYING the whole point of having two. -_-
And yeah, i know. i wanted to do stuff like that. It's why I asked for that image you did. (It still rocks my socks off) Hell, one of the reasons I was practicing so hard with the Flipnote (before my DSi was killed, my it rest in peace) was because it was something I could actually use to try and ANIMATE CUTSCENES for the RP. But that failed for the reason i already mentioned.
And I don't know. I just have this world in my head, and it seems like it should be so easy to get into and have fun with... but it's like everybody seems to beeline for the few walls there are.
And yeah, i know. i wanted to do stuff like that. It's why I asked for that image you did. (It still rocks my socks off) Hell, one of the reasons I was practicing so hard with the Flipnote (before my DSi was killed, my it rest in peace) was because it was something I could actually use to try and ANIMATE CUTSCENES for the RP. But that failed for the reason i already mentioned.
And I don't know. I just have this world in my head, and it seems like it should be so easy to get into and have fun with... but it's like everybody seems to beeline for the few walls there are.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
I do think it's largely due to the title, and how you write it, but it also depends on luck. I've been unable to find an rp that's lasted longer than a few months for almost a year now. I'm lucky if an rp makes it to three months. In the end, if one is super determined, it's just a matter of never giving up. I know you've tried several times, but you may just have to resort to the things that catch the eye- pictures, theme songs. Trick the rp out! You've got the ideas really well developed, so make it concise (walls of text like yours sometimes make roleplayers turn away) and try again if making this rp work is REALLY what you wanna do.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Well, nothing has really gotten off the ground, so we don't have any thing preventing us from restarting without actually restarting.
So, if you want to create a good guy, I'm ALL FOR THAT SHIT.
Infact, I have two character bios of my own for Wannbes heroes, but wanted to wait until they were actually needed before I approved them. (the characters are already in the RP )
So, I guess I can just have the police show up at that bank, and perhaps direct them to the power liscencing thing and then the wannabes.. I don't know. Maybe we can save this thing...
Let's keep brainstorming.
So, if you want to create a good guy, I'm ALL FOR THAT SHIT.
Infact, I have two character bios of my own for Wannbes heroes, but wanted to wait until they were actually needed before I approved them. (the characters are already in the RP )
So, I guess I can just have the police show up at that bank, and perhaps direct them to the power liscencing thing and then the wannabes.. I don't know. Maybe we can save this thing...
Let's keep brainstorming.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
I'd be willing to make a Character for the Wannabes, In fact I had planned on it. I just didn't see much of a point in doing it yet, since we didn't have the people to support the rp, you know?
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
I've been trying.
I put an interest check for the RP in general.
I put a players wanted for the heroes.
I put up a players wanted for the villains.
I just dont' fucking know.
I'm considering restarting and breaking it all into separate RPs.
And this "Offical Hero Team" thing doesn't really seem to be working. Granted, my original, idea "A group of wannabe heroes get into a fight and decide they make a good team" didn't fly when I tried THAT either. It's like people only want to be bad ass loners or something. I mean, shit. The only character aside from Eikou that joined the Wannabes plotline (I'm not counting myself) was there AGAINST HER WILL. Wtf?
further suggestions and ideas are welcome, cause, between real life and online life I'm at my wits end.
I put an interest check for the RP in general.
I put a players wanted for the heroes.
I put up a players wanted for the villains.
I just dont' fucking know.
I'm considering restarting and breaking it all into separate RPs.
And this "Offical Hero Team" thing doesn't really seem to be working. Granted, my original, idea "A group of wannabe heroes get into a fight and decide they make a good team" didn't fly when I tried THAT either. It's like people only want to be bad ass loners or something. I mean, shit. The only character aside from Eikou that joined the Wannabes plotline (I'm not counting myself) was there AGAINST HER WILL. Wtf?
further suggestions and ideas are welcome, cause, between real life and online life I'm at my wits end.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
I'm still here.
A recommendation- I know you want this to be an open universe, but not everyone is looking for that. If you present a clever enough plot, as well as spam the interest check and roleplayers wanted forums, then you might just be able to get some people to join and post consistently aside from Magic, Dalmar, and me. I'd even be willing to attempt some sort of banner to put at the top of the intro to catch attention.
You might also consider a name change. When I first saw the title, I thought it was some highschool rp about losers fighting to be recognized. Then you made me look at it again, and I found out it was much cooler. The name has to catch the eye, and so does the summary, for anyone to look beyond it and into the potential the roleplay has.
A recommendation- I know you want this to be an open universe, but not everyone is looking for that. If you present a clever enough plot, as well as spam the interest check and roleplayers wanted forums, then you might just be able to get some people to join and post consistently aside from Magic, Dalmar, and me. I'd even be willing to attempt some sort of banner to put at the top of the intro to catch attention.
You might also consider a name change. When I first saw the title, I thought it was some highschool rp about losers fighting to be recognized. Then you made me look at it again, and I found out it was much cooler. The name has to catch the eye, and so does the summary, for anyone to look beyond it and into the potential the roleplay has.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
I don't know what to do anymore.
I've tried everything I could think of but I just can't seem to recruit more people. And I don't even know who is here. The fact that no one is asking why nothing is happening makes me think there's no interest in this story. I guess that's my fault...(yes, if you hadn't figured it out, Dalmako Productions is an account created to allow Dalmar and I to GM jointly)
If anyone is interested in continuing, please respond ASAP.
I've tried everything I could think of but I just can't seem to recruit more people. And I don't even know who is here. The fact that no one is asking why nothing is happening makes me think there's no interest in this story. I guess that's my fault...(yes, if you hadn't figured it out, Dalmako Productions is an account created to allow Dalmar and I to GM jointly)
If anyone is interested in continuing, please respond ASAP.
[OOC] New Player Introduction
Welcome to the world of Wannabes.
This is a full world were almost any type of character is possible. Magic? Got it. Mutants? Hell yeah. Super tech? Of course. Aliens? Sure do. Vampires? Yup. Werewolves? Them too. Demons? Oh yeah. Angels? ...maybe.
There are rules for most all of these character types though. This to make sure that every Vampire, werewolf, magical girl, and demon host is consistent with each other. Some rule sets are stricter than others however.
We'll tell you right now that Mutants and Magic users have the most freedom in character creation, followed by Aliens and tech users. Vampires and Werewolves are very rigid, with Demons only slightly less so. If you want to play any of the last three classes, We recommend you send a PM asking for the rules so you can decide if you want to play as one or not.
For that matter, contact us as much as you want with any questions or ideas you may have. We like to keep things running smoothly and if you're confused about anything we're eager to help you.
We also welcome and encourage you to create multiple characters and to stick your fingers into as many plots as you want.
This is a full world were almost any type of character is possible. Magic? Got it. Mutants? Hell yeah. Super tech? Of course. Aliens? Sure do. Vampires? Yup. Werewolves? Them too. Demons? Oh yeah. Angels? ...maybe.
There are rules for most all of these character types though. This to make sure that every Vampire, werewolf, magical girl, and demon host is consistent with each other. Some rule sets are stricter than others however.
We'll tell you right now that Mutants and Magic users have the most freedom in character creation, followed by Aliens and tech users. Vampires and Werewolves are very rigid, with Demons only slightly less so. If you want to play any of the last three classes, We recommend you send a PM asking for the rules so you can decide if you want to play as one or not.
For that matter, contact us as much as you want with any questions or ideas you may have. We like to keep things running smoothly and if you're confused about anything we're eager to help you.
We also welcome and encourage you to create multiple characters and to stick your fingers into as many plots as you want.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Yeah I've noticed that :\
This rp seems to just randomly lose half the cast or more, wonder why that is. I'm thinking about making a good character.
This rp seems to just randomly lose half the cast or more, wonder why that is. I'm thinking about making a good character.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Sweet. I'll be working on recruiting more people tomorrow cause...yeah...no one is here. Nothing has really happened though so it won't require a restart.
Re: [OOC] Wannabes
Many many apologies on the wait. Stomach flu does not make rping easy or pleasant.
I have posted though.
I have posted though.
