H.E.A.R.T's Story

High above the planet of Terra, just within the limits of it gravitational field, is a field of debris. It is here the many lost "treasures" of space lay, waiting for the day a scavenger may come to catch them, and sell them to someone who may known of their function. It is in this field that we find a long white spec in the mass of grey. On closer inspection, one can see that the spec is actually a medkit, minding its own business as it weaves its way through all the other junk here. But in reality, this was no medkit, this was a relic from the past. One of the 20 H.E.A.R.T units created by the long-forgotten Alejandro D. Higgins, soon to be put to its first test as destiny decides to awaken it from its slumber in the junk field. A small asteroid whizzes through the junk field, barely bumping the lone H.E.A.R.T unit. But that was enough force in space. The medkit started to float away from the field, towards the very planet it was orbiting, slowly picking up speed as Terra's inescapable gravity got hold of it. It's a good thing the old medkits were built to last; a modern medkit wouldn't have survived 5 minutes in such a velocity. the H.E.A.R.T unit finally breaks through the troposphere, it's hardened adamantium-titanium shell cooling off as it collides with billions of tiny water crystals, finally landing near the Gambit's Bar. Specifically, the Dead End of the Side Alley. This is where H.E.A.R.T Mk. XV's journey begins.

(O.O.C: If, for any reason, someone wants to follow this character, goto Dead End.)

A lone hobo stands facing the wall. He lets out a long sigh as he finished up his business, and zips up what's left of his pants. Just as he was about to leave, he hears a whistling sound. Maybe his dream was coming true, maybe one of those beautiful ladies at the Gambit's Bar decided to acknowledge his existence! But wait, the wound comes from above. He looks up just in time to see a medkit slam through the front of his skull, popping his eyes out the back of his head. He is dead before he crumples to the ground. Nothing happens for a couple of minutes... Then, a click. And a strange whirring sound. All of a sudden, the medkit sunk into the hobo's face expands, revealing what appears to be electric cables covered in some weird, green liquid. A mechanical voice emanates from the medkit, ""Hello, and thank you for activating the Mk. XV Higgin's Experimental Artificial Revival Techbox. Revival of dead biological matter has been commenced." The cables unwind from the medkit, hover around for a bit, then buries themselves deep within the body of the hobo, pumping the same green liquid they were covered in into the body. After a vial attached to the cables gets emptied, the voice rings out again, "Preparations complete, uploading H.E.A.R.T A.I to host brain. Activating body." Electrical currents flow from the cables into the body, making it jerk a bit, then stop. It seems as if whatever the freakish medkit was trying to do had failed. Then, as if it were a puppet carelessly hoisted up, the body of the hobo slides onto its feet, the "medkit" still attached to where the hobo's face had been. It turns its head left and right, as if to look around, then it walks out of the alley, and onto the streets beyond...

A lone hobo stands facing the wall. He lets out a long sigh as he finished up his business, and zips up what's left of his pants. Just as he was about to leave, he hears a whistling sound. Maybe his dream was coming true, maybe one of those beautiful ladies at the Gambit's Bar decided to acknowledge his existence! But wait, the wound comes from above. He looks up just in time to see a medkit slam through the front of his skull, popping his eyes out the back of his head. He is dead before he crumples to the ground. Nothing happens for a couple of minutes... Then, a click. And a strange whirring sound. All of a sudden, the medkit sunk into the hobo's face expands, revealing what appears to be electric cables covered in some weird, green liquid. A mechanical voice emanates from the medkit, ""Hello, and thank you for activating the Mk. XV Higgin's Experimental Artificial Revival Techbox. Revival of dead biological matter has been commenced." The cables unwind from the medkit, hover around for a bit, then buries themselves deep within the body of the hobo, pumping the same green liquid they were covered in into the body. After a vial attached to the cables gets emptied, the voice rings out again, "Preparations complete, uploading H.E.A.R.T A.I to host brain. Activating body." Electrical currents flow from the cables into the body, making it jerk a bit, then stop. It seems as if whatever the freakish medkit was trying to do had failed. Then, as if it were a puppet carelessly hoisted up, the body of the hobo slides onto its feet, the "medkit" still attached to where the hobo's face had been. It turns its head left and right, as if to look around, then it walks out of the alley, and onto the streets beyond...

Hobo H.E.A.R.T shambles onto what appears to be the main street of a bustling metropolis, his medkit "face" dangling by a couple of cables from where it had been lodged before, revealing the grotesque flattened, eyeless face of the dead hobo behind. It had finally managed to get the body to move in an effective way, sliding his feet across the pavement to prevent any mishaps akin to what happened on his way through the side alley. It scanned it's surroundings again, revealing two beings; What were they called again? It knows the name for the race those two beings belong is somewhere in his memory banks, but it cannot recall it; talking a few meters from it, and it's sonic sensors pick up what appears to be music coming from a building with a plaque saying the "Gambit's Bar". It decides to go try to converse with the two familiar beings to gain knowledge on his where abouts. It slowly shambles towards them.

(O.O.C: Just to clear up any confusion, "he" and "it" both point to H.E.A.R.T. Just forgot to replace "he" with "it" :P)

Meh, if I like werewolves and zombies, guess that means I like vampires as well.

Woops, wrong chat.

oh hi there

Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"

As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...

Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street, LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.

WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?

it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.