Introduction
An ancient prophecy was once told of one day where gods would be incarnated into mortal life in a time of need to protect humanity from evil or inflict that evil themselves. They would be known as zeals. These would be ordinary humans from young and old to wealthy and poor to near and far. these people would live their lives unknowing of what they really were. It would only become clear to them in a dream. A dream where they were above mere man; a dream where they were gods. After they awoke from this dream, something wouldn't feel right. It would feel as if they had the power of the gods within them. The presence would grow until they unleashed that power through emotion. They would find that there power was real but they were only a part of that power. A power that was shared with numerous others. They would learn that they were created to defend humanity from a crisis that could change the entire world.
The prophecy was lost and forgotten in time.
The year is 2019 and a new revelation in discovery has changed the face of technology. A weapons corpoation known as Creed is the largest and most powerful manufacturer in the world. Their reach is everywhere with most countries signed on to use their weapons and equipment. Unbeknownst to the rest of the planet; Creed has plans to devastate the world by bombing almost all of the major cities with nuclear weapons to severely weaken society for them to enslave and reign supreme. They will proceed with this plan in two months with nothing to stand in their way.... Except for the zeals.
The zeals are mortal incarnations of gods. There are approximately eighteen scattered throughout the world. Every zeal comes from different walks of life with varying attributes such as age and gender. Throughout their entire lives -even before they were aware- they always felt that they were special, like they serve a larger purporse in life but couldn't figure out what that purpose was exactly.
All zeals have the ability to sense and locate other zeals; no matter how far apart they may be. Each has a limited awareness of what disaster is going to strike in the future. They know that Creed is planning something but they do not know all the details of what exactly it is. Each zeal has their own attribute that is unique to them. These attributes include elements such as fire, water, earth, wind and lightning to other powers such as poisons, acid, physical powers and mental powers. Each zeal starts with only basic uses for their powers but they grow more powerful the longer they use it. In addition, should a zeal kill another zeal then they'll get the powers of the zeal they had killed.
While zeal's are ment to use their power to protect humanity, this power like all others can cause corruption. Some seek to gain more power as they become more envious once they've got it. Some believe that they are superior and they should be the ones to rule over humanity.
The battle between good and evil exists not between Creed and the rest of the world but within the zeals themselves.
Zeal of Fire- Taken-Kuraku Hadi
Zeal of Water- Reserved by Chulance
Zeal of Earth-
Zeal of Wind-
Zeal of Lightning- Taken-Alex Black
Zeal of Ice- Taken-Gael Glacix
Zeal of Poison- Taken-Saeed Hanan
Zeal of Sound- Taken-Tom Mason
Zeal of Acid- Taken-Raven Lapis
Zeal of Shapeshifting- Taken-Chava Ray
Zeal of Telekinesis- Taken-Adam Decker
Zeal of Metal- Taken-Xun Tan Nuo
Zeal of Sand-
Zeal of Strength- Taken-Vivi Comreaux
Zeal of Healing-
Zeal of Teleportation- Reserved by lifecharacter
Zeal of Forcefields-
Zeal of Ghosts- Taken-Miranda Stone
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Remember, powers are limited at first but grow stronger later on so you can't start of all powerful.
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Adam Decker
New York City, United States
1:23 PM, 3/6/19
Adam woke up late in his luxurious apartment. With each day, Adam found himself waking up later and later; he has been having a harder time getting to sleep recently. It was hard knowing that one of the biggest corporations in the world is planning something disastrous and you don't know what that is AND you can't tell anybody because they wouldn't believe you. Testing his telekinesis, he grabbed his Smart Phone from across the room. Adam was still getting the hang of picking up objects with his mind, it was hard to control things the way he wanted to and at times it felt too light but practice makes perfect or at least that's what they say. After ordering a pizza, Adam looked out of his window and thought to himself I know I am not the only one out there, I know there are others. I can feel their presence. I must find the other Zeals, only they can help me. After he was done with his late breakfast/lunch; Adam put on his usual suit with a tie, got into his car and drove off, following his senses in hopes of finding more Zeals.
New York City, United States
1:23 PM, 3/6/19
Adam woke up late in his luxurious apartment. With each day, Adam found himself waking up later and later; he has been having a harder time getting to sleep recently. It was hard knowing that one of the biggest corporations in the world is planning something disastrous and you don't know what that is AND you can't tell anybody because they wouldn't believe you. Testing his telekinesis, he grabbed his Smart Phone from across the room. Adam was still getting the hang of picking up objects with his mind, it was hard to control things the way he wanted to and at times it felt too light but practice makes perfect or at least that's what they say. After ordering a pizza, Adam looked out of his window and thought to himself I know I am not the only one out there, I know there are others. I can feel their presence. I must find the other Zeals, only they can help me. After he was done with his late breakfast/lunch; Adam put on his usual suit with a tie, got into his car and drove off, following his senses in hopes of finding more Zeals.
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Kuraku Hadi
Japanese Airport
9:00 AM, 3/6/19
Kuraku sighed in annoyance as his Mother tried to smoothen his suit once again. He looked at his wrist watch and almost yelled "...The suit is fine, Kaa-sama...you don't need to smoothen it more than it has already been...it's fine!...I do not want to be late...and with this rate, I will miss the plane for sure..." He pushed his mother's hands away and took a step backward "...I am 11 years old...not 2...I'm a grown up..." He said, clearly displeased.
"...my son...you've grown into such a fine young man..." His mother sniffed before pulling out a handkerchief and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Kuraku's eyes twitched slightly "...kaa-sama...you're embarrassing me..." He said, his voice became colder suddenly. His mother bursted into tears and said to his Father"...look, love...he's so young yet so matured...I'm so proud of him..." Kuraku crossed his arms and watched his mother silently. "...yes, love...I know that...but you shouldn't become so emotional...we'll see him really soon, right son?" His Father tried to comfort his Mother...without much success. Kuraku nodded his head and answered "...yes, otou-sama...I will write to both of you the moment I settle in..." His mother sobbed harder "...I can't let him go like this, Kaze-kun...he's my son..." His father, Kaze patted his Mother awkwardly and said gently "...shh...he said he would write to us soon, remember?..." His Mother nodded and wiped away her tears. She planted a kiss on Kuraku's head, completely ignored Kuraku's cry "...Stop it, Kaa-sama..."
"...write to us soon, son...I'll miss you a lot..." His mother said sadly and Kuraku's eyes softened just a little bit. He nodded and answered "...I will, too...take care, Kaa-sama, Otou-sama..." He bid his farewell and walked to the plane, vaguely heard his Father said "...take care, son..."
Sitting on a comfortable seat, Kuraku's eyes locked at his parents' figures and he mouthed, knowing that his parents wouldn't be able to know what he was saying "...I have a destiny to fulfill...I have to go..." And the plane began to move, taking him to his next destination - America.
Japanese Airport
9:00 AM, 3/6/19
Kuraku sighed in annoyance as his Mother tried to smoothen his suit once again. He looked at his wrist watch and almost yelled "...The suit is fine, Kaa-sama...you don't need to smoothen it more than it has already been...it's fine!...I do not want to be late...and with this rate, I will miss the plane for sure..." He pushed his mother's hands away and took a step backward "...I am 11 years old...not 2...I'm a grown up..." He said, clearly displeased.
"...my son...you've grown into such a fine young man..." His mother sniffed before pulling out a handkerchief and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Kuraku's eyes twitched slightly "...kaa-sama...you're embarrassing me..." He said, his voice became colder suddenly. His mother bursted into tears and said to his Father"...look, love...he's so young yet so matured...I'm so proud of him..." Kuraku crossed his arms and watched his mother silently. "...yes, love...I know that...but you shouldn't become so emotional...we'll see him really soon, right son?" His Father tried to comfort his Mother...without much success. Kuraku nodded his head and answered "...yes, otou-sama...I will write to both of you the moment I settle in..." His mother sobbed harder "...I can't let him go like this, Kaze-kun...he's my son..." His father, Kaze patted his Mother awkwardly and said gently "...shh...he said he would write to us soon, remember?..." His Mother nodded and wiped away her tears. She planted a kiss on Kuraku's head, completely ignored Kuraku's cry "...Stop it, Kaa-sama..."
"...write to us soon, son...I'll miss you a lot..." His mother said sadly and Kuraku's eyes softened just a little bit. He nodded and answered "...I will, too...take care, Kaa-sama, Otou-sama..." He bid his farewell and walked to the plane, vaguely heard his Father said "...take care, son..."
Sitting on a comfortable seat, Kuraku's eyes locked at his parents' figures and he mouthed, knowing that his parents wouldn't be able to know what he was saying "...I have a destiny to fulfill...I have to go..." And the plane began to move, taking him to his next destination - America.
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Chava Ray
New York City, United States
2:10 pm
Chava flinched as a few kids began to throw spitballs at her from across the room. She had tried to ignore them all day but it was clear they were getting to the best of her. Of course, Chava's teacher had momentarily left the room. "Hey lets hide her in the closet!" one of the kids suggested. Before Chava could protest she was bomrushed by many kids and backed into the closet were the teacher had kept the supplies for the classroom. Chava banged her fist agaisnt the door yelling for some sort of help but the kid's laughter and loud talking drowned her out. Chava sighed as she slumped down agaisnt the wall. This had happened to her often. Chaa did her usual routine and began to shapeshift. It was a power Chava had developed and practiced but she could only shapeshift into a mouse for now. In a few seconds Chava had become a small rodent with beady red eyes. Chava's tiny feet scurried into a whole in the corner of the closet. Where she usually hung out until the kids opened the door. There was nothing in the whole except a tiny puddle of water and moss. Chava sighed. " If only In could turn into a wolf. That would shut them up" she thought. Chava grinned. Or as well as a mouse could grin. A part of Chava...a tiny part in her heart loathed for the power to make those kids tremble beneath her.
New York City, United States
2:10 pm
Chava flinched as a few kids began to throw spitballs at her from across the room. She had tried to ignore them all day but it was clear they were getting to the best of her. Of course, Chava's teacher had momentarily left the room. "Hey lets hide her in the closet!" one of the kids suggested. Before Chava could protest she was bomrushed by many kids and backed into the closet were the teacher had kept the supplies for the classroom. Chava banged her fist agaisnt the door yelling for some sort of help but the kid's laughter and loud talking drowned her out. Chava sighed as she slumped down agaisnt the wall. This had happened to her often. Chaa did her usual routine and began to shapeshift. It was a power Chava had developed and practiced but she could only shapeshift into a mouse for now. In a few seconds Chava had become a small rodent with beady red eyes. Chava's tiny feet scurried into a whole in the corner of the closet. Where she usually hung out until the kids opened the door. There was nothing in the whole except a tiny puddle of water and moss. Chava sighed. " If only In could turn into a wolf. That would shut them up" she thought. Chava grinned. Or as well as a mouse could grin. A part of Chava...a tiny part in her heart loathed for the power to make those kids tremble beneath her.
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Saeed Hanan
India
3:15 PM
Saeed looked at his village with sad eyes. It was time for him to go...he had no other choice. No-one would accept him anymore, even his future-wife. His eyes suddenly felt blurry and Saeed hastily wiped his eyes. He was a priest and a poison master. He could not allow himself to feel any kinds of emotions. It was for weaklings only and the Gods wouldn't be pleased with his weakness. His gaze driffed to the village again, his home, the only place he truly belonged. He cletched his poison vials in one hand while holding his staff in the other. With one last sad glance, Saeed turned his back and began to walk away, leaving his love, leaving his village, leaving everything that made him him behind and began a new journey.
"...hey, wait up..."
He heard someone called his name and he stopped and turned his back. Hope shone in his eyes. Had they changed their decision? Could he stay now? He saw his future-wife ran to him and quickly put something in his hands before walking away. She added, her voice was still angry but it was no longer filled with hatred "...Take care...I'll hate it if I have to go and collect your corpse..." With that, she turned her back to him and walked away, leaving him with a stunned expression.
Slowly, he unpacked the poorly warped thing in his hand and his eyes watered again as he realized that was one of his future-wife homemade cookies. She still thought about him! She still cared about him! He whispered, his voice blurred with the wind like some kind of sad music "...love...I promise...I won't die...I will return to you...I promise...I will return as soon as I fulfill my destiny..."
Saeed turned his head and walked away, this time he didn't look back, the sadness in his eyes was replaced with determination. He had a destiny to fulfill and his wife was waiting for him at home!
India
3:15 PM
Saeed looked at his village with sad eyes. It was time for him to go...he had no other choice. No-one would accept him anymore, even his future-wife. His eyes suddenly felt blurry and Saeed hastily wiped his eyes. He was a priest and a poison master. He could not allow himself to feel any kinds of emotions. It was for weaklings only and the Gods wouldn't be pleased with his weakness. His gaze driffed to the village again, his home, the only place he truly belonged. He cletched his poison vials in one hand while holding his staff in the other. With one last sad glance, Saeed turned his back and began to walk away, leaving his love, leaving his village, leaving everything that made him him behind and began a new journey.
"...hey, wait up..."
He heard someone called his name and he stopped and turned his back. Hope shone in his eyes. Had they changed their decision? Could he stay now? He saw his future-wife ran to him and quickly put something in his hands before walking away. She added, her voice was still angry but it was no longer filled with hatred "...Take care...I'll hate it if I have to go and collect your corpse..." With that, she turned her back to him and walked away, leaving him with a stunned expression.
Slowly, he unpacked the poorly warped thing in his hand and his eyes watered again as he realized that was one of his future-wife homemade cookies. She still thought about him! She still cared about him! He whispered, his voice blurred with the wind like some kind of sad music "...love...I promise...I won't die...I will return to you...I promise...I will return as soon as I fulfill my destiny..."
Saeed turned his head and walked away, this time he didn't look back, the sadness in his eyes was replaced with determination. He had a destiny to fulfill and his wife was waiting for him at home!
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Xun Tan Nuo
Southern China
3 ish
Xun had been performing his chores as he usually does and even had extra time to sit down and have some tea. He noticed by the placement in the sky it was about time to start training. So he practiced his martial arts and went through the motions. A wide stance under handed stirke to full body leg sweep.
He finished his training once again, before he should have. He decided that his next course of action was to practice his ability. He focused and two small throwing daggers appeared into his hands. He spun around and threw them at the nearest dummy. Once the daggers made impact they sunk into the straw and then disapated. Xun walked over to the dummy to search for the dagger wounds. A throat shot and a dagger to pierce is heart. Xun smiled from under his shade. The head monk came up to him. "Xun now is the time and you need to be with those like you." Xun bowed to his master and went to grab his things.
As the birds flied above head the young monk walks towards the sun.
Southern China
3 ish
Xun had been performing his chores as he usually does and even had extra time to sit down and have some tea. He noticed by the placement in the sky it was about time to start training. So he practiced his martial arts and went through the motions. A wide stance under handed stirke to full body leg sweep.
He finished his training once again, before he should have. He decided that his next course of action was to practice his ability. He focused and two small throwing daggers appeared into his hands. He spun around and threw them at the nearest dummy. Once the daggers made impact they sunk into the straw and then disapated. Xun walked over to the dummy to search for the dagger wounds. A throat shot and a dagger to pierce is heart. Xun smiled from under his shade. The head monk came up to him. "Xun now is the time and you need to be with those like you." Xun bowed to his master and went to grab his things.
As the birds flied above head the young monk walks towards the sun.
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Tom Mason & Les Rock like Gentleman
JFK Airport, New York, USA
1:50 3/6/19
“I still can’t believe we got a jet!” Cassie had exclaimed, jumping down the stairs, sandy blonde hair whipping back and forth, two steps at a time, until she was on the runway and took in the massive size of the plane.
“A private jet with our band name on it!” Ali interjected as he followed behind the drummer; the both of them running beneath the plane to the other side as they met it. Les Rock Like Gentleman across the body of the plane, in thick gothic lettering, and a fiery grinning skull with it’s face turned three quarters of the way situated on the top left corner. It was a subtle yet epic sign.
Frank and Tom were the next to step off the pimped jet. While Tom’s body was lithe, Frank’s was more muscular, reminiscent of a time when he played for the CFL.
“I didn't know planes could have paintjobs" Frank said as he slowly stepped off the elevator, dressed in a classy pinstripe suit, a black fedora, lit cigar caught in between his teeth as he caught up between the drummer and bassist with a familiar awkward gait in his leg. He whistled as he took in the site, twisting, toxic smoke escaping his lips as he did.
"We bloody fucking made it." Tom said in disbelief before a grin cracked on his face and started to laugh as he threw up his arms around Frank and Ali.
"Now, we let the fame and fortune roll." Ali remarked as he looked up to the sky and watched patches of cotten clouds float across the blue.
A few other men came out of the plane bearing luggage, some of them clothes and personals, a few held the drum set, others the speakers and CD's. Frank and Tom had their guitar case's on their backs while Ali had his bass.
"So where are we performing?" Cassie asked, looking towards their servants/bodyguards, as they pulled their stuff from the plane.
"Not a damn clue." Tom said, shrugging his shoulders. "In case you didn't notice, I was too busy celebrating." That was true. Yesterdy they were all drinking and had nearly forgotten about the plane in the first place.
"I heard you guys will be staying at the Hiltons." One of the guys said as he dragged the piece of luggage into the van.
Everyone looked at each other with amazement. The silence in those five seconds was the future settling in their skins.
"We're gonna be in Paris Hilton?" Ali said in confusion as he looked left and right; erupting everyone into laughter.
"Only if we're lucky." Frank said as they spotted a black limousine driving towards them and stopping. Cassie squeled in delight and was the first to shove her way inside along with Ali and Frank.
"Jesus, there's a mini-cooler! Pina Coladas! A phone! Sandwiches! One band member shouted after another as they took in the luxuries. Tom stood in front of the limosine, spacing out from the dream he had, a few weeks ago. There was no doubt, it was real, the Zeals, Creed possibly taking over the world. The hard part was breaking it to his frieds without looking bat-shit crazy.
"Oy Tom! Are you coming?" Snapping out of it, the guitarist jumped in, and the limo sped away.
JFK Airport, New York, USA
1:50 3/6/19
“I still can’t believe we got a jet!” Cassie had exclaimed, jumping down the stairs, sandy blonde hair whipping back and forth, two steps at a time, until she was on the runway and took in the massive size of the plane.
“A private jet with our band name on it!” Ali interjected as he followed behind the drummer; the both of them running beneath the plane to the other side as they met it. Les Rock Like Gentleman across the body of the plane, in thick gothic lettering, and a fiery grinning skull with it’s face turned three quarters of the way situated on the top left corner. It was a subtle yet epic sign.
Frank and Tom were the next to step off the pimped jet. While Tom’s body was lithe, Frank’s was more muscular, reminiscent of a time when he played for the CFL.
“I didn't know planes could have paintjobs" Frank said as he slowly stepped off the elevator, dressed in a classy pinstripe suit, a black fedora, lit cigar caught in between his teeth as he caught up between the drummer and bassist with a familiar awkward gait in his leg. He whistled as he took in the site, twisting, toxic smoke escaping his lips as he did.
"We bloody fucking made it." Tom said in disbelief before a grin cracked on his face and started to laugh as he threw up his arms around Frank and Ali.
"Now, we let the fame and fortune roll." Ali remarked as he looked up to the sky and watched patches of cotten clouds float across the blue.
A few other men came out of the plane bearing luggage, some of them clothes and personals, a few held the drum set, others the speakers and CD's. Frank and Tom had their guitar case's on their backs while Ali had his bass.
"So where are we performing?" Cassie asked, looking towards their servants/bodyguards, as they pulled their stuff from the plane.
"Not a damn clue." Tom said, shrugging his shoulders. "In case you didn't notice, I was too busy celebrating." That was true. Yesterdy they were all drinking and had nearly forgotten about the plane in the first place.
"I heard you guys will be staying at the Hiltons." One of the guys said as he dragged the piece of luggage into the van.
Everyone looked at each other with amazement. The silence in those five seconds was the future settling in their skins.
"We're gonna be in Paris Hilton?" Ali said in confusion as he looked left and right; erupting everyone into laughter.
"Only if we're lucky." Frank said as they spotted a black limousine driving towards them and stopping. Cassie squeled in delight and was the first to shove her way inside along with Ali and Frank.
"Jesus, there's a mini-cooler! Pina Coladas! A phone! Sandwiches! One band member shouted after another as they took in the luxuries. Tom stood in front of the limosine, spacing out from the dream he had, a few weeks ago. There was no doubt, it was real, the Zeals, Creed possibly taking over the world. The hard part was breaking it to his frieds without looking bat-shit crazy.
"Oy Tom! Are you coming?" Snapping out of it, the guitarist jumped in, and the limo sped away.
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Gael Glacix
Chicago, Illinios
7 PM
The elevator could not have been moving any slower. Only 6 floors separated Gael from the one person he knew could clear his mind of worry of any severity. Not days, not miles, just floors. Unfortunately, the distance between these floors seemed so great Gael felt he would grow old waiting to reach his destination. He wished the "ding" of each new floor would come sooner. But they didn't, in fact the gaps of time grew as he drew closer. He had nothing to do in this empty elevator but think... how glorious...
Ding.
That dream... Creed... the other Zeals... the power we hold... this is all so much to comprehend at once. Its not even something I had asked for, I've finally made a happy life for myself! I finally proposed to Ailsa, I'm climbing the ranks at my job, I have no more financial worries... this could easily take all of that away...
Ding.
Saving the world from Creed's intentions, what a thought... what do they even have? An army? W.O.M.D.'s? Maybe even some godly power of their own... If they have the means to take over a whole planet, I find it hard to believe that we'd be able to stop them. We may be strong, but we certainly are few...
Ding.
Unless of course the powers we have can grow endlessly. I know that I'm starting to get used to mine, but its not much quite yet... Gael's hand starts to become covered in frost as he makes a perfect ball of ice in it. Took a bit of time to get the shape of that but at least I can do it easily now. I know it is merely the beginning of this power, but how far could I go...
Ding.
What of the other Zeals? We're supposed to work together to save the world from Creed, but what if some of us don't even get along? What if some are simply evil? We'd start warring against each other, not even Creed. Hell, even after Creed is defeated we may fight. Power is quite corrupting and I'm sure it will get to one of us... hopefully not me...
Ding.
The doors slid open and a short man in a rather warm looking jacket walked in. Gael put his frost covered hand behind his back as well as the iceball. He still didn't learn how to destroy the ice on command. The man quickly glanced at Gael's attire, jeans and a long sleeved shirt. He also noticed his luggage, which made a confused look occupy his face. "Jesus, man. Aren't you freezing? It's not exactly the warmest of days..."
Gael smirked at the remark. He had gotten this sort of question a lot since the dream. "Yea I realized. I had a jacket but forgot it in the taxi." Lies. Gael didn't wear his jacket for a second over the past few days. Not only that, but he walked the last 2 miles of the trip. The taxi broke dow and he didn't feel like waiting for another. So while he walked past people snug in their scarves and coats, he felt comfortable enough in his light clothing. Yet another change after the dream. The stranger replied, "Nice move, big guy."
Ding.
Gael gave a chuckle and a farewell nod of the head as he left the elevator. The longest elevator ride of his life was over, but he still had the world's longest hallway to conquer. More time, more thinking.
Am I the weakest of them? Physically I doubt it, but all I can do is make some ice in my hand for now... what if the other can already do unreal tricks and maneuvers. Worse yet, what if one of those people is the Zeal of Fire? If he's more powerful than I am, I can only hope he's a friendly sort. If he's someone I have to end up fighting, I may be in trouble...
He put his key into the lock of his door. How do I explain all of this to Ailsa? She'll think I'm crazy... even though I could prove it to her easily with my power. But telling her I'll probably have to leave soon... and might not come back... I don't even know how to start on the topic. Unfortunately its something I need to do though. If I don't, we may both end up dead anyway... Drake as well... hell, most of the world may end up dead... I need to protect them. I need to protect everyone. However painful it may be...
He opened the door and set his luggage down. Ailsa heard it and made her way to him. "Welcome back, honey." She kissed him a bittersweet kiss. Sweet because it was a sign of love he missed every day he was away. Bitter because he may have to leave such a feeling behind for a while, maybe even forever. But the sweet was vastly superior. For the duration of the kiss, Creed didn't exist, nor did his worries. He wasn't a god. He wasn't a Zeal. He wasn't even a wrestler. He was hers, which is all he truly wants to be.
Chicago, Illinios
7 PM
The elevator could not have been moving any slower. Only 6 floors separated Gael from the one person he knew could clear his mind of worry of any severity. Not days, not miles, just floors. Unfortunately, the distance between these floors seemed so great Gael felt he would grow old waiting to reach his destination. He wished the "ding" of each new floor would come sooner. But they didn't, in fact the gaps of time grew as he drew closer. He had nothing to do in this empty elevator but think... how glorious...
Ding.
That dream... Creed... the other Zeals... the power we hold... this is all so much to comprehend at once. Its not even something I had asked for, I've finally made a happy life for myself! I finally proposed to Ailsa, I'm climbing the ranks at my job, I have no more financial worries... this could easily take all of that away...
Ding.
Saving the world from Creed's intentions, what a thought... what do they even have? An army? W.O.M.D.'s? Maybe even some godly power of their own... If they have the means to take over a whole planet, I find it hard to believe that we'd be able to stop them. We may be strong, but we certainly are few...
Ding.
Unless of course the powers we have can grow endlessly. I know that I'm starting to get used to mine, but its not much quite yet... Gael's hand starts to become covered in frost as he makes a perfect ball of ice in it. Took a bit of time to get the shape of that but at least I can do it easily now. I know it is merely the beginning of this power, but how far could I go...
Ding.
What of the other Zeals? We're supposed to work together to save the world from Creed, but what if some of us don't even get along? What if some are simply evil? We'd start warring against each other, not even Creed. Hell, even after Creed is defeated we may fight. Power is quite corrupting and I'm sure it will get to one of us... hopefully not me...
Ding.
The doors slid open and a short man in a rather warm looking jacket walked in. Gael put his frost covered hand behind his back as well as the iceball. He still didn't learn how to destroy the ice on command. The man quickly glanced at Gael's attire, jeans and a long sleeved shirt. He also noticed his luggage, which made a confused look occupy his face. "Jesus, man. Aren't you freezing? It's not exactly the warmest of days..."
Gael smirked at the remark. He had gotten this sort of question a lot since the dream. "Yea I realized. I had a jacket but forgot it in the taxi." Lies. Gael didn't wear his jacket for a second over the past few days. Not only that, but he walked the last 2 miles of the trip. The taxi broke dow and he didn't feel like waiting for another. So while he walked past people snug in their scarves and coats, he felt comfortable enough in his light clothing. Yet another change after the dream. The stranger replied, "Nice move, big guy."
Ding.
Gael gave a chuckle and a farewell nod of the head as he left the elevator. The longest elevator ride of his life was over, but he still had the world's longest hallway to conquer. More time, more thinking.
Am I the weakest of them? Physically I doubt it, but all I can do is make some ice in my hand for now... what if the other can already do unreal tricks and maneuvers. Worse yet, what if one of those people is the Zeal of Fire? If he's more powerful than I am, I can only hope he's a friendly sort. If he's someone I have to end up fighting, I may be in trouble...
He put his key into the lock of his door. How do I explain all of this to Ailsa? She'll think I'm crazy... even though I could prove it to her easily with my power. But telling her I'll probably have to leave soon... and might not come back... I don't even know how to start on the topic. Unfortunately its something I need to do though. If I don't, we may both end up dead anyway... Drake as well... hell, most of the world may end up dead... I need to protect them. I need to protect everyone. However painful it may be...
He opened the door and set his luggage down. Ailsa heard it and made her way to him. "Welcome back, honey." She kissed him a bittersweet kiss. Sweet because it was a sign of love he missed every day he was away. Bitter because he may have to leave such a feeling behind for a while, maybe even forever. But the sweet was vastly superior. For the duration of the kiss, Creed didn't exist, nor did his worries. He wasn't a god. He wasn't a Zeal. He wasn't even a wrestler. He was hers, which is all he truly wants to be.
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Cleveland, Ohio
1:27
Raven changed back into her regular clothes; a white tank top, shredded jeans and flip flops. She rubbed the back of her neck, causing strands of caramel colored wavy hair to cover her oval face. Dance practice had been exhausting for her. Her dancer instructor had made her stay after class and help people perfect the routine. She would have been okay with it, except for the fact that she worked two shifts before coming to her dance class. But Raven didn't mind much. Dancing had made her feel as if she belonged. To the rest of the world, she was just another girl. But on the stage, she was something else. She put all the effort in her slender body into one graceful move, making her feel almost weightless.
Raven grabbed her purse and car keys off the ripped velvet chair and hurried down the stairs to the lobby. She gave Matilda, the sweet grey haired office lady, a cheerful hello before she ran out of the building. Raven scanned the parking lot for her car. When she found the indigo Toyota she ran to it, making her shoes echo in the silent darkness. She opened the doors and hopped in, driving herself home.
1:27
Raven changed back into her regular clothes; a white tank top, shredded jeans and flip flops. She rubbed the back of her neck, causing strands of caramel colored wavy hair to cover her oval face. Dance practice had been exhausting for her. Her dancer instructor had made her stay after class and help people perfect the routine. She would have been okay with it, except for the fact that she worked two shifts before coming to her dance class. But Raven didn't mind much. Dancing had made her feel as if she belonged. To the rest of the world, she was just another girl. But on the stage, she was something else. She put all the effort in her slender body into one graceful move, making her feel almost weightless.
Raven grabbed her purse and car keys off the ripped velvet chair and hurried down the stairs to the lobby. She gave Matilda, the sweet grey haired office lady, a cheerful hello before she ran out of the building. Raven scanned the parking lot for her car. When she found the indigo Toyota she ran to it, making her shoes echo in the silent darkness. She opened the doors and hopped in, driving herself home.
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Vivi Comreaux
New York, New York
9:30
"Jeeze, Vivi. You know you're supposed to use the dolly for that?" Faye, the bar manager at 116, yelled out to the young redhead as Faye quickly hurried to her side. Vivi, the bartender on shift that night, had been in the middle of changing out a keg when her manager noticed she hadn't bothered with a keg dolly. Instead choosing to pull it all the way from the walk-in freezer to the taps. By hand. Something that usually just wasn't done due to the weight of a full keg. The fear of pulled muscles and back spasms was why there were strict rules about such things. Rules which Vivi ignored.
The 22 year old could really care less about the rules, she was doing her job and so what if she didn't use the stupid thing. She didn't have to. Vivi was strong, very strong. At times even frightening herself with the force she was capable of wielding. There were times when Vivi tried to rely on this abundance of strength only to find it lacking and it wasn't like it was superhuman or anything. At least not yet but the outspoken young woman could feel it growing every day. The overabundance of strength was easily explained away, she thought, by the fact she'd been an athlete and at 5'10" with a solid frame it seemed appropriate. Shaking her head almost imperceptibly Vivi came back to the task at hand.
Vivi's ever increasing preoccupation with the vivid dream she had while under anasthesia was beginning to take its toll. Her bosses noticed, her customers, her friends and the thing was Vivi really didn't care anymore. She was special and they would never understand, no one could understand. Only the people she'd seen once in a dream. "I know Fay, but it's not heavy. It's quicker if I just go grab it instead of having to walk all the way back to get the dolly. I'm just wasting time that I could be up here making money." Vivi replied unable to keep the slight exasperation from showing through as she quickly changed the kegs, sliding the empty one out of her way and finished pouring her beer. Sliding it over to her customer who had been waiting ever so impatiently.
"Bout time, sweetheart." He barked at Vivi, deigning to leave her the quarter he'd gotten back as change. Before he could turn his back and leave the bar Vivi had grabbed the quarter and flipped it back at him. "Hey you, prick! You not see me have to change the keg, you think I can magic you up a budweiser from thin air. Keep your quarter." She snottily replied to the angry man's retreating back and extended middle finger, knowing in the back of her mind she would probably be reprimanded. Warily she cast an eye towards Faye who was all ready smirking as she began to chastise the much younger bartender. "Yeah, there you go. Making all that money with that winning personality of yours. I don't care how bad ass you think you are, you cornfed dairy farmer's daughter, follow the rules. And remember. Smile." Walking away from Vivi, Faye laughed condescendingly and shook her head at the hot-headed girl behind the bar.
"Hey! My dad's an accountant!" Vivi cried back petulantly but with not much resolve. Faye was all ready gone, she had people that were thirsty and rent was due. Stepping up to the bar her blue eyes searched out a waiting customer. "Hey, what can I get for you?"
New York, New York
9:30
"Jeeze, Vivi. You know you're supposed to use the dolly for that?" Faye, the bar manager at 116, yelled out to the young redhead as Faye quickly hurried to her side. Vivi, the bartender on shift that night, had been in the middle of changing out a keg when her manager noticed she hadn't bothered with a keg dolly. Instead choosing to pull it all the way from the walk-in freezer to the taps. By hand. Something that usually just wasn't done due to the weight of a full keg. The fear of pulled muscles and back spasms was why there were strict rules about such things. Rules which Vivi ignored.
The 22 year old could really care less about the rules, she was doing her job and so what if she didn't use the stupid thing. She didn't have to. Vivi was strong, very strong. At times even frightening herself with the force she was capable of wielding. There were times when Vivi tried to rely on this abundance of strength only to find it lacking and it wasn't like it was superhuman or anything. At least not yet but the outspoken young woman could feel it growing every day. The overabundance of strength was easily explained away, she thought, by the fact she'd been an athlete and at 5'10" with a solid frame it seemed appropriate. Shaking her head almost imperceptibly Vivi came back to the task at hand.
Vivi's ever increasing preoccupation with the vivid dream she had while under anasthesia was beginning to take its toll. Her bosses noticed, her customers, her friends and the thing was Vivi really didn't care anymore. She was special and they would never understand, no one could understand. Only the people she'd seen once in a dream. "I know Fay, but it's not heavy. It's quicker if I just go grab it instead of having to walk all the way back to get the dolly. I'm just wasting time that I could be up here making money." Vivi replied unable to keep the slight exasperation from showing through as she quickly changed the kegs, sliding the empty one out of her way and finished pouring her beer. Sliding it over to her customer who had been waiting ever so impatiently.
"Bout time, sweetheart." He barked at Vivi, deigning to leave her the quarter he'd gotten back as change. Before he could turn his back and leave the bar Vivi had grabbed the quarter and flipped it back at him. "Hey you, prick! You not see me have to change the keg, you think I can magic you up a budweiser from thin air. Keep your quarter." She snottily replied to the angry man's retreating back and extended middle finger, knowing in the back of her mind she would probably be reprimanded. Warily she cast an eye towards Faye who was all ready smirking as she began to chastise the much younger bartender. "Yeah, there you go. Making all that money with that winning personality of yours. I don't care how bad ass you think you are, you cornfed dairy farmer's daughter, follow the rules. And remember. Smile." Walking away from Vivi, Faye laughed condescendingly and shook her head at the hot-headed girl behind the bar.
"Hey! My dad's an accountant!" Vivi cried back petulantly but with not much resolve. Faye was all ready gone, she had people that were thirsty and rent was due. Stepping up to the bar her blue eyes searched out a waiting customer. "Hey, what can I get for you?"
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Adam Decker
New York City, United States
2:41 PM
After a while, Adam realized that he was driving aimlessly without any sort of goal or motive. He was searching for something to find but he wasn't really getting anywhere. After taking a brief stop and looking around, he noticed that he parked next a Creed manufacturing facility. The company motto displayed on their large sign: To Protect And Maintain The World's Ideal Way! That made Adam sick. A combination of being near one of their many facilities and their motto full of lies. "It's time I find the other Zeals. I can sense them, time to locate them." It always made him feel better when he talked to himself. It was true, the time to act was now. Adam drove again and use no navigation other than his senses of the other Zeals, he didn't even know where he was going but only trusted where his senses were taking him.
3:10 PM
Adam felt like he was extremely close to another Zeal, like he could walk up to him. After taking a look at his surroundings, he noticed that he's park outside a showing of the English rock band
Les Rock Like Gentleman. "I've never been a fan of their music, but it seems like the other one is." Adam walked up to the ticket salesman "I would like to purchase a ticket, please." The ticket salesman shook his head "Didn't you notice the booming music or the sign? No late entries!" Adam shook his head and shrugged "I could cut a little extra for you, if you would be so kind." The ticket salesman raised his voice, he was obviously not amused. "Listen pencil pusher! This isn't a matter of money, you either show up on time or not at all! Now scram!" Adam walked near the door This clearly isn't going anywhere, now lets see what I can do... he turned back and notice a fire alarm switch and thought of a quick idea. Adam suddenly turn around and pointed in the air "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" The ticket salesmen made a turn in shock and Adam used his telekinesis to pull the fire alarm switch "Oh shit!" he yelled out, continuing his act and ran out the door. A crowd of people soon followed.
New York City, United States
2:41 PM
After a while, Adam realized that he was driving aimlessly without any sort of goal or motive. He was searching for something to find but he wasn't really getting anywhere. After taking a brief stop and looking around, he noticed that he parked next a Creed manufacturing facility. The company motto displayed on their large sign: To Protect And Maintain The World's Ideal Way! That made Adam sick. A combination of being near one of their many facilities and their motto full of lies. "It's time I find the other Zeals. I can sense them, time to locate them." It always made him feel better when he talked to himself. It was true, the time to act was now. Adam drove again and use no navigation other than his senses of the other Zeals, he didn't even know where he was going but only trusted where his senses were taking him.
3:10 PM
Adam felt like he was extremely close to another Zeal, like he could walk up to him. After taking a look at his surroundings, he noticed that he's park outside a showing of the English rock band
Les Rock Like Gentleman. "I've never been a fan of their music, but it seems like the other one is." Adam walked up to the ticket salesman "I would like to purchase a ticket, please." The ticket salesman shook his head "Didn't you notice the booming music or the sign? No late entries!" Adam shook his head and shrugged "I could cut a little extra for you, if you would be so kind." The ticket salesman raised his voice, he was obviously not amused. "Listen pencil pusher! This isn't a matter of money, you either show up on time or not at all! Now scram!" Adam walked near the door This clearly isn't going anywhere, now lets see what I can do... he turned back and notice a fire alarm switch and thought of a quick idea. Adam suddenly turn around and pointed in the air "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" The ticket salesmen made a turn in shock and Adam used his telekinesis to pull the fire alarm switch "Oh shit!" he yelled out, continuing his act and ran out the door. A crowd of people soon followed.
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Chava Ray
New York City, U.S
3:15 pm
Long after school had let out Chava had been walking along the steets passing large buildings and heading home. She was tired of being bullied but there wasnt much she could do. Chava walked past a building with people streaming out of it. She passed the usual stores and places. Cat's loundging in the usual areas, dogs barking. Chava had began walking farther and without realizing, took a diffrent route. This time she could hear music. Loud too. That wasnt it though. A sorta riniging. Chava pulled her hood up farther down her face a crowd of people slowly streaming out a building. But that wasnt what worried Chava. Chava could feel a zeal close to her. Two as a matter of fact but one was closer than the other. Chava slowly backed up her red eyes glinting with fear. She had never felt so close to another zeal but wasnt sure what to do. She slowly backed up, wondering how long it would take for her to get back home from this place.
New York City, U.S
3:15 pm
Long after school had let out Chava had been walking along the steets passing large buildings and heading home. She was tired of being bullied but there wasnt much she could do. Chava walked past a building with people streaming out of it. She passed the usual stores and places. Cat's loundging in the usual areas, dogs barking. Chava had began walking farther and without realizing, took a diffrent route. This time she could hear music. Loud too. That wasnt it though. A sorta riniging. Chava pulled her hood up farther down her face a crowd of people slowly streaming out a building. But that wasnt what worried Chava. Chava could feel a zeal close to her. Two as a matter of fact but one was closer than the other. Chava slowly backed up her red eyes glinting with fear. She had never felt so close to another zeal but wasnt sure what to do. She slowly backed up, wondering how long it would take for her to get back home from this place.
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Kuraku Hadi
New York City, United States
3:15 PM
Kuraku couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, just arriving and had already sensed three other Zeals nearby. He thanked his luck and walked out of the taxi. Paying the money, Kuraku nodded his head and absently dismissed the driver. He looked at the park and noticed some kinds of rock band named Les Rock Like Gentleman was playing in the park. Kuraku smirked. He could feel there were two other zeals there. As he prepared to walk in and bought himself a ticket, he crashed into another figure.
Kuraku could sense that this one was another zeal, just like him. She had white hair and lovely red eyes. She looked about his age, if not a little younger. He smiled gently at her and picked himself up. He asked, trying not to frighten her too much "...are you alright, miss?"
New York City, United States
3:15 PM
Kuraku couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, just arriving and had already sensed three other Zeals nearby. He thanked his luck and walked out of the taxi. Paying the money, Kuraku nodded his head and absently dismissed the driver. He looked at the park and noticed some kinds of rock band named Les Rock Like Gentleman was playing in the park. Kuraku smirked. He could feel there were two other zeals there. As he prepared to walk in and bought himself a ticket, he crashed into another figure.
Kuraku could sense that this one was another zeal, just like him. She had white hair and lovely red eyes. She looked about his age, if not a little younger. He smiled gently at her and picked himself up. He asked, trying not to frighten her too much "...are you alright, miss?"
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New York, New York
Hilton Inn
2:30
You fucking bastard! What, we can't have ten minutes to take a bloody shower!" Tom shouted into the phone before slamming it down on the reciever. Without a doubt the British man was getting aggravated the second he stepped off the limo and the Hilton Inn didn't make things any better. He made his way towards the mini-fridge where he downed a $6.00 beer and smacked it down so hard it nearly broke apart in his hand. As the beer was spillig from the bottle, the others picked up on Tom's agitation, and Frank was the first one to confront him about it.
"Tom? You alright pall?"
"Fuck no." He let out, exasperated. "Can you gather the other guys for a second?"
"Gather us?" Ali said, as he exited his room into the guitar, Cassie following behind him. Tom took out his 87' stratocaster from his case and wrapped the strap around his back. "What, you gona play a rift for us? We got CD's for that ya know?"
"Shut up, give my 2 minutes."
Tom calloused fingers strummed the strings, playing one note at a time, in a rift. The slow rythmic pattern was quickly improved with the addition of power chord, amplifying the voloume by three before he swept down the fretboard, playing high notes in an intense guitar solo that only amplified the sound again, lamps crashig towards the ground.
Abrubtly stopping, he pointed to the guitar, and shouted: "There's no bloody amp!" Tom was right too. There wasn't.
And that's when he told them (again) of his batshit crazy dream.
......
[b]3:05-3:10
"Our first concert." Cassie said out loud as her grin reached so wide it would give the chechire cat a run for his money. Everyone told Tom he was crazy although they doubted those same words themselves. It was in some...building. Honestly, Tom was too stressed out to pay attention as he hid out backstage.
"Are you ready for Les Rock Like Gentlemen?"
The roar of the crowd shook Tom awake and the band poured out onto the stage to the cheers of fans. They had FANS. Living breathing fans. Frank ad Ali were dressed in suits while Cassie wore a black dress with a red skull clip keeping her hair in a knot. Tom was the last one stage, dressed in between a suit and a man too lazy to finish putting it on. The classic look.
ARE YOU READY TO ROCK, NEW YORK CITY?!! Frank shouted, both hands clasped aroud the mike. The audience cried back in anticipation and he pointed to Tom who clasped his own mic for the countdown. "1, 2, 3, 4!
The cymbals crashed three times before the band erupted awake, Cassie hitting the drums with practised precision, Ali ripping up the bass, Frank shouting a YEAAAAAAAAAH into the mic as it barreled the crowd, and a power chord from Tom's stratocaster thundered from the speakers. The epic beat of the drums fused with every power chord as the bass was the underbelly that held it all up. The crowd cheered and bobbed their heads; creating a moshpit.
Frank sung and right after holding the last note, Tom's fingers danced along the fingerboard, hitting the notes as the distortion hit the audience. They clammored as one after another, they showboated and played to their heart's content. As beads of sweat started to form around the Tom's crown, the fire alarm suddenly rang, it's whirring far overpowering the music. The crowd started screaming and running to the doors until no one was left but the band. Everyone was speechless.
SON OF A BITCH! Tom shouted, mic amplifying those same choice words, and anger coursing through those words that silenced the ringing bell in place.
"What the hell." Ali whispered as he tilted his head down. Cassie was pissed beyond no doubt; she looked like she gonna stab the next person she sees in the eye with her drumsticks. Frank was silent.
The four of them went out the front, each more pissed then the next, but Tom one of the most scared/angry/ out of them. He could feel them. How much he didn't know. Zeals. Did they pull the fire alarm? They were close; so close. The band stuck out like a soar thumb in their rock formalware as all their potential fans ran away.
Stratocaster still in his hands he faced a buisnessman. Probably just a regular run of the mill white collar stock broker to the untrained eye. A fucking zeal.
"Someone pulled the fire alarm." Frank shouted as he turned to his band and pointed toward the pulled down fire alarm. To them, somebody sabotaged their first cotest. To Tom, somebody wanted to meet him.
Hilton Inn
2:30
You fucking bastard! What, we can't have ten minutes to take a bloody shower!" Tom shouted into the phone before slamming it down on the reciever. Without a doubt the British man was getting aggravated the second he stepped off the limo and the Hilton Inn didn't make things any better. He made his way towards the mini-fridge where he downed a $6.00 beer and smacked it down so hard it nearly broke apart in his hand. As the beer was spillig from the bottle, the others picked up on Tom's agitation, and Frank was the first one to confront him about it.
"Tom? You alright pall?"
"Fuck no." He let out, exasperated. "Can you gather the other guys for a second?"
"Gather us?" Ali said, as he exited his room into the guitar, Cassie following behind him. Tom took out his 87' stratocaster from his case and wrapped the strap around his back. "What, you gona play a rift for us? We got CD's for that ya know?"
"Shut up, give my 2 minutes."
Tom calloused fingers strummed the strings, playing one note at a time, in a rift. The slow rythmic pattern was quickly improved with the addition of power chord, amplifying the voloume by three before he swept down the fretboard, playing high notes in an intense guitar solo that only amplified the sound again, lamps crashig towards the ground.
Abrubtly stopping, he pointed to the guitar, and shouted: "There's no bloody amp!" Tom was right too. There wasn't.
And that's when he told them (again) of his batshit crazy dream.
......
[b]3:05-3:10
"Our first concert." Cassie said out loud as her grin reached so wide it would give the chechire cat a run for his money. Everyone told Tom he was crazy although they doubted those same words themselves. It was in some...building. Honestly, Tom was too stressed out to pay attention as he hid out backstage.
"Are you ready for Les Rock Like Gentlemen?"
The roar of the crowd shook Tom awake and the band poured out onto the stage to the cheers of fans. They had FANS. Living breathing fans. Frank ad Ali were dressed in suits while Cassie wore a black dress with a red skull clip keeping her hair in a knot. Tom was the last one stage, dressed in between a suit and a man too lazy to finish putting it on. The classic look.
ARE YOU READY TO ROCK, NEW YORK CITY?!! Frank shouted, both hands clasped aroud the mike. The audience cried back in anticipation and he pointed to Tom who clasped his own mic for the countdown. "1, 2, 3, 4!
The cymbals crashed three times before the band erupted awake, Cassie hitting the drums with practised precision, Ali ripping up the bass, Frank shouting a YEAAAAAAAAAH into the mic as it barreled the crowd, and a power chord from Tom's stratocaster thundered from the speakers. The epic beat of the drums fused with every power chord as the bass was the underbelly that held it all up. The crowd cheered and bobbed their heads; creating a moshpit.
This is the life of oppurtunity,
That we have squandered away,
What else is to go on,
The killings, fear and craaaaaaaaaze?"
That we have squandered away,
What else is to go on,
The killings, fear and craaaaaaaaaze?"
Frank sung and right after holding the last note, Tom's fingers danced along the fingerboard, hitting the notes as the distortion hit the audience. They clammored as one after another, they showboated and played to their heart's content. As beads of sweat started to form around the Tom's crown, the fire alarm suddenly rang, it's whirring far overpowering the music. The crowd started screaming and running to the doors until no one was left but the band. Everyone was speechless.
SON OF A BITCH! Tom shouted, mic amplifying those same choice words, and anger coursing through those words that silenced the ringing bell in place.
"What the hell." Ali whispered as he tilted his head down. Cassie was pissed beyond no doubt; she looked like she gonna stab the next person she sees in the eye with her drumsticks. Frank was silent.
The four of them went out the front, each more pissed then the next, but Tom one of the most scared/angry/ out of them. He could feel them. How much he didn't know. Zeals. Did they pull the fire alarm? They were close; so close. The band stuck out like a soar thumb in their rock formalware as all their potential fans ran away.
Stratocaster still in his hands he faced a buisnessman. Probably just a regular run of the mill white collar stock broker to the untrained eye. A fucking zeal.
"Someone pulled the fire alarm." Frank shouted as he turned to his band and pointed toward the pulled down fire alarm. To them, somebody sabotaged their first cotest. To Tom, somebody wanted to meet him.
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The border of China and India.
later that day
Xun had been walking for hours it seems and in his absent mindedness he nearly fell asleep walking. He began to daydream. His daydream was of a giant shadowy building towering over himself and others like him. He looked side to side and the people slowly disappeared and turned into the open road. He saw the open sky for miles. He figured he was slowly getting closer to India. He had no idea why he was walking or for that matter where he was walking to. He didn't even really know what he was but he has always been told he was special. He looked up into the sky and stared at the sun watching it wondering if his ancestors were ever forced to leave their homeland. He hated this life. Xun wanted to take over the monastery some day instead he was walking some long winding road to find people like him. What if they were evil in their hearts. What if there weren't any more like him. I mean he could feel something but it seemed so far away.
later that day
Xun had been walking for hours it seems and in his absent mindedness he nearly fell asleep walking. He began to daydream. His daydream was of a giant shadowy building towering over himself and others like him. He looked side to side and the people slowly disappeared and turned into the open road. He saw the open sky for miles. He figured he was slowly getting closer to India. He had no idea why he was walking or for that matter where he was walking to. He didn't even really know what he was but he has always been told he was special. He looked up into the sky and stared at the sun watching it wondering if his ancestors were ever forced to leave their homeland. He hated this life. Xun wanted to take over the monastery some day instead he was walking some long winding road to find people like him. What if they were evil in their hearts. What if there weren't any more like him. I mean he could feel something but it seemed so far away.
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Cleveland, Ohio 4:17 PM.
There she laid, still in her bed even though it was already late afternoon. Raven's nose twitched, causing her sneeze loudly throughout her apartment. She groaned, pulling her covers down to get up and take a shower. Her shower was as hot as the sun, making her tanned skin red. She hopped out, ignoring her screaming downstairs neighbors and ran across the hallway and back into her room. The yelling was between Mr. and Mrs.Garrison was just something she had gotten used to, it didn't bother her much although she had always felt bad for their five year old daughter.
Raven threw on a black off the shoulder hoodie and dark washed jeans. She released her brown hair from it's messy bun and let it was freely. She smiled at her reflection from across the room and walked out into the hallway on the eleventh floor of her building. She stepped out onto the balcony, holding in her fear of heights, and leaned in over the edge of the rail.
Raven closed her eyes, letting her busy mind take over. Her shoulder twitched from the strong winds, making her lean even more over the edge. Rae mentally cursed at herself. Damn those reflexes for making her scream. She sighed, running her fingers through her wavy hair and heading back inside.
There she laid, still in her bed even though it was already late afternoon. Raven's nose twitched, causing her sneeze loudly throughout her apartment. She groaned, pulling her covers down to get up and take a shower. Her shower was as hot as the sun, making her tanned skin red. She hopped out, ignoring her screaming downstairs neighbors and ran across the hallway and back into her room. The yelling was between Mr. and Mrs.Garrison was just something she had gotten used to, it didn't bother her much although she had always felt bad for their five year old daughter.
Raven threw on a black off the shoulder hoodie and dark washed jeans. She released her brown hair from it's messy bun and let it was freely. She smiled at her reflection from across the room and walked out into the hallway on the eleventh floor of her building. She stepped out onto the balcony, holding in her fear of heights, and leaned in over the edge of the rail.
Raven closed her eyes, letting her busy mind take over. Her shoulder twitched from the strong winds, making her lean even more over the edge. Rae mentally cursed at herself. Damn those reflexes for making her scream. She sighed, running her fingers through her wavy hair and heading back inside.
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New York City, United States
3:10 PM
Adam's plan had worked, the scare had caused all the attendants to flee from the concert and no one would be able to suspect him considering he didn't physically pull the fire alarm. It's not like any normal person would suspect someone of using telekinesis to set the alarm but then again, he isn't looking for a normal person. Adam used his senses to search through the fleeing crowd to find the Zeal but no one was there. What the hell? Out of all these people, not one of them is a Zeal? That can't be right. But then he noticed something.... He turned himself and saw the band walking out of the door. They were angry which is admittingly understandable, he would be too if this happened on his big day. Adam's sense directed him to the guitarist. Tom Mason was it? Well one things for sure, that man's the Zeal which means he's found what he was looking for. The bad part was that chances are he knows that Adam is a Zeal, which might not work so well considering what just happened. In fact, he definitely knows considering he's looking at him, all he can do now is hope that he can keep this a secret.
Adam cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm sorry to hear that there was a disaster at your concert. I would never dream that something like that could happen on such a big day." Adam could only hope that he would catch on the codeword he inserted into that sentence. "It was a shame this happened because I was on my way to the concert to do buisness. This entire band is talented and full of potential. Here's my card." Adam handed Tom his card, which read Decker Incorporated. A name that while not as recognizable; should at least be familiar to most. His father made the Decker name known, so he should seem like a genuine buisnessman. Below the title was his buisness phone number, which is like his name, genuine. Obviously he only wants Tom to call that number and Tom should know this if he can sense Adam's Zeal presence. "I have other buisness to attend to, call me whenever you're ready." With that said, Adam got back into his car and drove off, hoping that everything will go accordingly.
3:10 PM
Adam's plan had worked, the scare had caused all the attendants to flee from the concert and no one would be able to suspect him considering he didn't physically pull the fire alarm. It's not like any normal person would suspect someone of using telekinesis to set the alarm but then again, he isn't looking for a normal person. Adam used his senses to search through the fleeing crowd to find the Zeal but no one was there. What the hell? Out of all these people, not one of them is a Zeal? That can't be right. But then he noticed something.... He turned himself and saw the band walking out of the door. They were angry which is admittingly understandable, he would be too if this happened on his big day. Adam's sense directed him to the guitarist. Tom Mason was it? Well one things for sure, that man's the Zeal which means he's found what he was looking for. The bad part was that chances are he knows that Adam is a Zeal, which might not work so well considering what just happened. In fact, he definitely knows considering he's looking at him, all he can do now is hope that he can keep this a secret.
Adam cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm sorry to hear that there was a disaster at your concert. I would never dream that something like that could happen on such a big day." Adam could only hope that he would catch on the codeword he inserted into that sentence. "It was a shame this happened because I was on my way to the concert to do buisness. This entire band is talented and full of potential. Here's my card." Adam handed Tom his card, which read Decker Incorporated. A name that while not as recognizable; should at least be familiar to most. His father made the Decker name known, so he should seem like a genuine buisnessman. Below the title was his buisness phone number, which is like his name, genuine. Obviously he only wants Tom to call that number and Tom should know this if he can sense Adam's Zeal presence. "I have other buisness to attend to, call me whenever you're ready." With that said, Adam got back into his car and drove off, hoping that everything will go accordingly.
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Chava Ray
New York City, United States
Chava turned and looked up at the guy who had spoken to her. He looked a bit older than her. A kid from school? Was this some prank? No. Chava was all to familiar with the kids at her school and Chava had never seen him. "Yes" she said her voice barely audible as she offered a shy smile. Chava was slightly suprised. This was the first time someone had been nice to her let alone ask if she was ok. "Thank you" she said her voice growing a bit louder
New York City, United States
Chava turned and looked up at the guy who had spoken to her. He looked a bit older than her. A kid from school? Was this some prank? No. Chava was all to familiar with the kids at her school and Chava had never seen him. "Yes" she said her voice barely audible as she offered a shy smile. Chava was slightly suprised. This was the first time someone had been nice to her let alone ask if she was ok. "Thank you" she said her voice growing a bit louder
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Kuraku Hadi
New York City, United States
'so, this one seems like she doesn't know I'm a Zeal...maybe she's not a Zeal? No, not true...she's definitely a Zeal...I can sense it! I just know it! should I make a gamble?...' Kuraku looked at the girl thoughtfully. Finally, he gave her one of his 'innocent' smile and said cheerfully "...You're welcome, Miss..." He offered his hand for her and introduced himself "...I'm Kuraku Hadi...Japanese...I just come here today..." He smoothened his suit and smiled at her. Running a hand through his hair, Kuraku noticed that his right hand was bleeding slightly. 'I must have crashed into a rock when she fell on me...' Was his thought as he took out his handkerchief and cleaned his hand, hissing as the pain made him slightly dizzy.
Finally, he nodded to himself as his hand was decently cleaned. Cleared his throat, he asked the girl again "...so, are you around here?" He quickly added "...gomenasai if I'm sounding a little too curious...It's just..." He ran a hand through his hair nervously again, but had to bit back a curse as he realized he had run his bloody hair through his hair, making the hair stained with blood "...it's just...I'm new here and I want to find friends like me and stuffs like that..." He carefully emphasized the word 'like me' and turned it into a hint for the girl. He smiled again "...so...would you like to help me find this address? this is supposed to be my new apartment or something but I can't seem to find it..." In truth, he had known where his apartment was a long time ago but he wanted to find some private place and asked the girl directly.
New York City, United States
'so, this one seems like she doesn't know I'm a Zeal...maybe she's not a Zeal? No, not true...she's definitely a Zeal...I can sense it! I just know it! should I make a gamble?...' Kuraku looked at the girl thoughtfully. Finally, he gave her one of his 'innocent' smile and said cheerfully "...You're welcome, Miss..." He offered his hand for her and introduced himself "...I'm Kuraku Hadi...Japanese...I just come here today..." He smoothened his suit and smiled at her. Running a hand through his hair, Kuraku noticed that his right hand was bleeding slightly. 'I must have crashed into a rock when she fell on me...' Was his thought as he took out his handkerchief and cleaned his hand, hissing as the pain made him slightly dizzy.
Finally, he nodded to himself as his hand was decently cleaned. Cleared his throat, he asked the girl again "...so, are you around here?" He quickly added "...gomenasai if I'm sounding a little too curious...It's just..." He ran a hand through his hair nervously again, but had to bit back a curse as he realized he had run his bloody hair through his hair, making the hair stained with blood "...it's just...I'm new here and I want to find friends like me and stuffs like that..." He carefully emphasized the word 'like me' and turned it into a hint for the girl. He smiled again "...so...would you like to help me find this address? this is supposed to be my new apartment or something but I can't seem to find it..." In truth, he had known where his apartment was a long time ago but he wanted to find some private place and asked the girl directly.
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Alex Black
Australia, Sydney beach
Alex pulled her hair into a pony tail as she got ready to hit the waves. Grabbing her Roxy wet suit top and surfboard she made it down towards the beach. She looked out to the 8ft waves smiling “Alex, you coming in or are you going to watch?” her best friend Niall asked. Smiling as pulled on her top and paddled out towards him on her board. When she reached him she straddled the board, moving her hand up in the air she slapped his head with the back of her hand “Hey you think I'm going to waste my last day of being in Australia not surfing?” she questioned, he just shook his head. “That hurts that you don't even know you best friend” she said mocking being hurt. Looking over towards some of the kids riding the waves. Letting out a sigh as she realised there wouldn't be as good waves in America as there was in Australia. “Hey, you're the only one of the surfers to make it into a decent university. Not to mention one in America” he said as he paddled out towards a wave. Shaking her head she looked down at her water proof watch, 'I've only got an hour until I need to be at the airport, might as well have one more ride.' she thought as she layed down belly first on the board and paddled out after Niall.
After spending half and hour out on the waves she said her good byes to Niall and made her way towards her apartment opposite the beach. She had a quick shower washing her hair, changing her clothes and pulling her suitcases out of the apartment as well as her surf board. When she went outside her apartment she called the taxi to take her to the airport. Within a few minutes she was putting her stuff in the back of the taxi. “Sydney airport please” she said to the driver and then they were off.
Twenty-two long hours on the plane, twenty-two long hours until she met the others Zeals that she can feel. This is going to be one long year. And with that she fell asleep.
Australia, Sydney beach
Alex pulled her hair into a pony tail as she got ready to hit the waves. Grabbing her Roxy wet suit top and surfboard she made it down towards the beach. She looked out to the 8ft waves smiling “Alex, you coming in or are you going to watch?” her best friend Niall asked. Smiling as pulled on her top and paddled out towards him on her board. When she reached him she straddled the board, moving her hand up in the air she slapped his head with the back of her hand “Hey you think I'm going to waste my last day of being in Australia not surfing?” she questioned, he just shook his head. “That hurts that you don't even know you best friend” she said mocking being hurt. Looking over towards some of the kids riding the waves. Letting out a sigh as she realised there wouldn't be as good waves in America as there was in Australia. “Hey, you're the only one of the surfers to make it into a decent university. Not to mention one in America” he said as he paddled out towards a wave. Shaking her head she looked down at her water proof watch, 'I've only got an hour until I need to be at the airport, might as well have one more ride.' she thought as she layed down belly first on the board and paddled out after Niall.
After spending half and hour out on the waves she said her good byes to Niall and made her way towards her apartment opposite the beach. She had a quick shower washing her hair, changing her clothes and pulling her suitcases out of the apartment as well as her surf board. When she went outside her apartment she called the taxi to take her to the airport. Within a few minutes she was putting her stuff in the back of the taxi. “Sydney airport please” she said to the driver and then they were off.
Twenty-two long hours on the plane, twenty-two long hours until she met the others Zeals that she can feel. This is going to be one long year. And with that she fell asleep.
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Gael Glacix
"I won't let what I've gained be taken so easily..."
Xun Tan Nuo
Is ther anyway i could convince you to leave... No?
Saeed Hanan
"if you play with fire, you'll get burned...but if you play with me, you will die..."
Tom Mason
"1, 2, 3, 4!"
Chava Ray
"No.....I refuse to believe it!"
Raven Lapis
"Facing the bullets is far better than to get shot with your back turned."
Kuraku Hadi
"...the ones that think children are innocent are the ones that had forgotten their own childhoods..."
Adam Decker
"Don't get in my way."
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Raven Lapis
"Facing the bullets is far better than to get shot with your back turned."
Gael Glacix
"I won't let what I've gained be taken so easily..."
Kuraku Hadi
"...the ones that think children are innocent are the ones that had forgotten their own childhoods..."
Chava Ray
"No.....I refuse to believe it!"
Saeed Hanan
"if you play with fire, you'll get burned...but if you play with me, you will die..."
Adam Decker
"Don't get in my way."
Tom Mason
"1, 2, 3, 4!"
Xun Tan Nuo
Is ther anyway i could convince you to leave... No?
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Raven Lapis
"Facing the bullets is far better than to get shot with your back turned."
Gael Glacix
"I won't let what I've gained be taken so easily..."
Kuraku Hadi
"...the ones that think children are innocent are the ones that had forgotten their own childhoods..."
Saeed Hanan
"if you play with fire, you'll get burned...but if you play with me, you will die..."
Xun Tan Nuo
Is ther anyway i could convince you to leave... No?
Tom Mason
"1, 2, 3, 4!"
Chava Ray
"No.....I refuse to believe it!"
Adam Decker
"Don't get in my way."
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Re: [OOC] Zeal
Is it possible that I could be the Zeal of Health? I someone has already asked, Zeal of Earth would be my second choice. This is a great story line!
Re: [OOC] Zeal
Oh yes I'm sorry D: I totally forgot. I'm sorry again I have all this crap going on at home >.<
Re: [OOC] Zeal
I would like to remind everyone that the minimum posting limit is 200 words. Also, you can sense and locate other Zeals, which is mainly how everyone is supposed to find each other.
Re: [OOC] Zeal
Everything is fine he just has a few broken ribs which he will deal with as anything is better than death and its nice to be here XD
Re: [OOC] Zeal
@inara: D: Sorry to hear that, I hope everything will be alright. It's nice to see that your still with us.
Re: [OOC] Zeal
Sorry about not posting my character yet, my older brother got into a car accident yesterday and i sorta had a panic attack about it as my younger brother died in one which i was involved in but im ok now and im also half way through my character so it should be posted soon.
Re: [OOC] Zeal
@Wheatley: All Zeals can sense other Zeals and locate them, that is how the Zeals can meet each other. They don't know who the Zeal is or what their power is but they can tell where they are.
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Errr...just wated to know, is there a structure or a plan, or something going to happen? Who wants to meet who?
Re: [OOC] Zeal
I'd like to reserve the Zeal of Lightening. It doesn't say its reserved but someone posted about it. That mean they dropped out?
If it isn't available I'll take Zeal of Ice instead :)
If it isn't available I'll take Zeal of Ice instead :)
Re: [OOC] Zeal
Sorry...It's gonna be difficult for me to post during this week because I have my final exams. Just want to give you a heads up!
Re: [OOC] Zeal
Alright guys, the first post is up. Remember, your powers are still rather weak because you have only gotten them recently.