Legends of Haven

Legends of Haven

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Heroes, they live among us. Some with powers, other without. All with one goal in mind, save their town and save their world. As there are heroes fighting for us there are those who are set on the destruction of all we hold dear.

3,099 readers have visited Legends of Haven since BenjimynFrankielyyn created it.

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an idea born from clashing multiple comics, tv shows, and movies. basically if it has something to do with super heroes and i've seen it, then its in here or helped for this idea.

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All over the world there are people with skills, some through years of training others who are regular humans just born different, other times just a freaky accident with toxic waste, and very few of them are not from earth. They hide who they are, pretend to be normal and blend in with everyone else.

Haven, was once a city that punished those who were abnormal but after a 'Meta-Human' attacked and its only line of defense were those who it had once shunned it took up a new name and re branded itself a safe 'Haven' for all. Now, this was a great thought but after years of punishing those with special gifts for just being born different it has made its self a target for a group of Meta-Humans and Aliens that just wish to see it destroyed.

Enter Malcolm Turner, a brilliant scientist shunned by his peers with a chip on his shoulder. He created who he calls the Merc 9 serum, it boots the natural or in some cases unnatural, powers of Meta humans. Wanting to see the world burn for the wrongs against him, and Haven is a good a place to start as any, he gave the group of angry Meta's the serum in the hopes that they would do his bidding, which is simple. Destroy.

Armed with the serum and a few special but equally evil 'normals' the newly formed 'Mercs' set their sights on the city that had once turned its backs on them.

Lucky for Haven they have a small group of 'Heroes' that some have taken to calling the League of Heroes or The League of Legends. This rag tag group is lead by a one time Vigilante with no super powers and a past filled with demons, though the odd seem impossible with the Mercs super charged, the Legends have a small group of scientists and technical support that could change the tides in the upcoming battle.



(I suggest checking out this site, a friend of mine runs/created it. She has started keeping record of out Role play/story ideas so we can not only reuse them easier but so other people can get a in depth look into the history of the worlds we create. Its a pretty cool idea if she can keep it updated. Anyways, I linked you directly to the Super hero types page/blog. Its cool to look at to really understand the different types of heroes out there and so you can decide where your character should go. Also, for those looking into making a villain you can kinda just take all he same types there and give them an evil motive.)




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The night was bright and Rodger could see the lights of the city glittering through the large bay window of his apartment, catty corner of his building was the pride of Haven, the Kalmack building and from his position he could see that more then a few of his employees were still awake. It was easy for him to pinpoint Headquarters sense every light in that room was on, It was easy for him to guess who was using the room at this time of night. Releasing a breathy laugh the tall man turned away from the window and back to his dark apartment, with limping steps he walked toward his couch as he tried to keep the whisky in the crystal glass he held.

It was a difficult as his steps were more then just a little uneven, in truth he should have been using a cane but Rodger Kalmack was a prideful man and refused. When he finally managed to reach his couch, he grunted with pain and slowly slipped down into the stiff leather. Relaxing his head back he couldnt help but think back to when he found every single one of the Legends. At the start he hadnt planned on making a team of moral sound and strong people to fight for the city. It hadnt even crossed his mind but then, he found more and more and they WANTED to fight for the city they called home.

Lifting the glass to his lips, he inhaled the thick and slightly scent of the whisky before smirking. Rodger couldnt help but smile when he thought at about the group, Hazel was the first. Pretty little thing, but that artifact in her chest, the one that she called Kli. It was a bloodthirsty little thing when it came to protecting its wielder and that little girl, with her sweet personality, was more then willing to accept its power...Now, but it took awhile for her to accept the power and to be willing to fight. Then again, that is basically the same story for all of them. All were strong but lost.

Finally taking a sip of his drink he turned his head to peer out the window one last time before he called it a night, tomorrow would be a long day. He had information for the team, disturbing information.


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The glass shattered when it hit the concrete wall, unlike the ruined building he had refurbished for his team, he lived inside a dilapidated building. Not because he couldnt afford anything better but because his experiments would be far to noticeable in the main part of the city. The room was cold, damp, smelt like blood and was quickly filling with an acidic smoke from the contents of the vial he had thrown in frustration.

The basics of the Merc 9 elixir was finished and could be consumed, but at a cost. Long periods of exposure would kill the powered taking it and Malcolm didnt spend years finding and in some cases grooming his team to kill them with the elixir that is supposed to help them destroy Haven. With a slight wave of his hand the thick smoke seemed to absorb into his body, leaving his lab he entered his bed room and stared out the dirty and broken window. The city was a beautiful sight, all the high rise towers and shimmering lights but instead of calming the older man it seemed to make him angry and in the next instant his hand was through the window. His blood hissed and popped where it touched the shattered glasses and he scoffed.

It was taking to long and the team was assembled, he promised them a way to be stronger but he also couldnt allow them to take the Merc 9 more then once a week. He could tell them he needed more time to perfect it to their specific power and ask them to do small jobs, just enough to terrorize the city and build up fear while learning more about the so called "League of Legends" that way when he perfected the Merc 9 elixir, they would be able to destroy the cities heroes and the city easily.

Sitting in the ratty chair in his room Malcolm finally smiled, it wasnt a kind smile and if anyone had saw it they would have flinched at the sight. He had a plan, hopefully his team would agree with it and wouldnt put up to much of a fuss. Then again, he was dealing with villains.

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Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Sabina Bakkeli Character Portrait: Scott Cho Character Portrait: Parker Grey Character Portrait: Cora Saunders Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Evonna L. Funke Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood Character Portrait: Nathan Howell Character Portrait: Tate Howell

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Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 5-8am ❃ Heavy by Linkin Park ft Kiiara

As the morning light filled the comfortable sized room, it lit the small figure doing yoga in the middle of it. The dainty hands firmly planted on the peacock green and sunflower yellow patterned rug in the middle of the room. Rich dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, a small grown left a full mouth before the girl released her pose and flopped on to the rug and rolled on to her back while releasing a deep breath. Pulling herself into a sitting position Hazel scowled, she had obviously over worked herself the night before in the training room but two years worth of training had yet to get rid of the few extra pounds she carried and if she admitted it to herself, it still hadnt made her good enough to not need Kli's guidance in a fight.

Standing at her full, but still small, height she walked on silent feet to her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Only once she had washed off the sweat from her morning warm up and soothed her sore muscles did she get dressed in a simple red lace dress and a tan and light blue blazer. Matching it with simple accessories and pinning her hair into an easy updo, she considered herself ready, delicately boned fingers rubbed the intricate scar on her chest. It was silver and almost invisible until she called on the power the artifact gave her, then it turned blood red. As her fingers grazed over it, the scar warmed slightly and Hazel got a sense that Kli was saying good morning. Communicating with the gem in her chest was difficult to explain, it didnt have a voice per-say, it was more of just knowing. She just knew what it was trying to tell her like at this moment.

Once Hazel had coated herself with a light layer of one of her favorite perfumes she padded on her light blue heels into the dark teal and russet orange living room, the dark brown hard wood uncovered and in such every time her heels made contact a small click could be heard. A cup of coffee to go, she walked quickly to the elevator not far from her apartment and rode it all the way to the ground floor, she couldnt be late today. It was, after all, the day the Gems from the Temple of Death were opened to the public to see. Hazel smiled at the thought of the well made copies of the gems she had made going on display, they were being called one of the greatest discovers of the century and no one even knew that they werent the real deal.

Checking her phone right before she clocked in, she saw she had a text from Rodger. It was a group text to all of the League;

From:Rodger K.
To:Team

Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Turning off her phone without replying, Hazel sighed today just got a whole lot longer. She would literally get off work, go home, get ready for the party, go to the meeting, then go to the party..Alone. Kiss the asses of all the big wigs that had donated money to the museum and talk about finding the Gems and the underground, hidden temple that they had once resided in which was never a good experience for her.



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In the world of a dark haired boy sitting atop of a rundown building in the slums of Haven, the morning was silent. He's normally cold eyes were tired and his knuckles were bruised, as if he had spent hours hitting a rock hard surface. A vibration in his pocket made him pull out his phone and the name on the screen read Marybelle, which brought a glimmer of light to his eyes and a small smile to his lips. Focusing on his ears, Triton was able to hear and answered the phone call. "Hey Mary, how are you and the kids doing?" he answered, listening intently for the normal ruckus that went on in the background. "Don't 'hey Mary' me Tri, you promised that you would call every other day when you were in Haven. You know I worry about you being there...Sense May." an upset female voice responded and the small smile turned into a full on grin. "Hey know, im no longer a little kid Mary you dont have to go all big sister on me. Now, please tell me how my niece and nephew are. How are you and the twins you carry?" he laughed, it was a rusty sound and obviously not used often but he had managed to distract his sister from chewing him out.

It wasnt a long phone call because the kids woke up and Mary had to go, Triton put away his phone and watched the sun come up before climbing down the side of the building to enter it through his window. Malcolm had dumped the ragtag group in this poor excuse of a building with eight black cards and orders to make it livable and fortified, they had to do all the work themselves and Triton had done the most sense he had worked as a construction worker sense he turned eighteen. His room was one large living space, his bed hidden behind a wall of bricks. It was industrial, rough, but clean and his.

After a quick shower Triton got dressed and put in his ear piece, he had a name on his list to stalk. As he was getting ready to leave his apartment a thought ran across his mind about Cora, deciding to go see if she wished to come with he walked quietly. His booted feet barely making a sound on the concrete floors, When he got to Cora's door he paced back and fourth a few times but he didnt want to disturb the team member across the hall from her so he finally tuned his power to Cora's room to see if she was awake not that it would stop him from knocking and waking her if she wasnt, he would ask no matter what.

Finally deciding just to go for it, Triton knocked or more like banged, on her door. A voice clicked through the ear piece right afterward "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me." a slightly sinister smile curved his lips upon hearing Evonna's voice and he waved to the camera at the end of the hall before turning back to Cora's door.



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Almost black hair was pulled into a messy braid and glasses were posed dangerously close to the edge of the slightly down turned nose, the red crop top was rather high necked, showing only her collar bones but maybe to much over her toned stomach. Having woken several hours earlier so to nightmares Evonna was now working away at a 'powered' database in the hopes of finding more potential members of the Mercs, bare feet were pulled into the over stuffed office chair and hidden by the black and floral maxi skirt she wore. Furrowing her brow in slight distress her fingers flew across the key board in such rapid movements before the page she was on closed, whoever the site had notified about her attempt at hacking it, was good. Not as good at her of course because she had noticed their feeble attempt at hacking into her system to find her location but good enough that she had to sever her ties to the database to keep them from locating her.

Spining the chair she was able to see the full of the War Room, in the very center was her private little domain. It was were she did her thing and were her team mates could come to learn the information she had dug up on targets, plated with specially designed glass as to not be damaged by their powers. The rest of the room was their training area, again specially plated with a substance almost impervious to their powers. Deciding to spend some time messing around in the building security, she clicked through the cameras and saw that Triton was awake and wearing his ear piece. Evonna then heard him knock on Cora's door, scowling at the screen she touched her own ear piece so she could speak to him "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me."

His only response was a scary smile and wave, growling she clicked out of the security system. No need to be in a bad mood this early, needing coffee or tea she decided to go back to her room. Maybe after a cup or two she would try that system again, stretching she started to walk away when her computer dinged. It was a message from Malcolm.

From:Malcolm
To:Team

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Rolling her shoulders Evonna didnt bother to reply, she knew the system Malcolm used wouldnt allow her to, after all she created it. After her cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast she would inform the others.

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Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Sabina Bakkeli

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Xfry didn't want to get out of bed. he never did ever since the kind old rodger kalmack Xlet him stay in this place. much better than sleeping on park benches, and using only Xnewspapers for blankets. it felt like home. except he actually had a father figure. and Xfamily for that matter. he sighed, lifting his head up off of his pillow with a buzz of Xhis phone, another perk of being apart of the league. he ran a hand through his rather Xmessy dark hair, before pulling his signature beanie, that rest on the bedside table, Xsnug on to his head. β€˜ ---fuck. ’ oh, how he wished that mr. kalmack had given him at Xleast a little bit more notice before he decided to spring a last minute meeting on Xthem. you see, fry already had plans. he was going to sneak out with sabina for the Xthird time this week. she was one of the only reasons he was getting out of his damn Xbed anymore. he lazily pulled his phone off the table and wrote a text to the girl.

X[ TO: sabina bakkeli /sparklingheartemoji/ ]
X[ MSSG: sorry, i can't make it today. i have a meeting. i'll come by later, okay? i Xpromise. /twoheartsemoji/ ]

Xwhen he finally managed to pull himself out of bed, throwing on a few random Xarticles of clothing that rested in his unorganized closet, not really caring if they Xmatched or not. of course, he had to have some kind of breakfast. he quickly Xrummaged through the fridge for something to eat as he walked down to the meeting. Xdamn, he was already running late. ice cream, milk, orange juice, a half eaten burger Xfrom the night before and some other things that were definitely not suitable for a Xbreakfast. i guess the burger had to do. he walked as fast as possible out of his Xapartment, trying to get to the meeting room all the way on the top floor. as he Xstepped into the room, he immediately went to apologize for how late he was, Xsomething that was getting to be a daily routine for the boy. except, he wasn't late.

Xβ€˜ huh, well, that's a first. ’ he was early. TOO EARLY. far too early. the meeting was exactly eleven hours, and fifty one minutes further Xin the day. and he just cancelled his date with sabina for nothing. just his luck. he sighed, taking a bite of the nearly fully devoured Xburger. ' GOD, I SUCK. '

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones

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Charlotte was still awake by the time the sun started peaking over the horizon. Not that Charlotte would know by seeing it herself. Every window in her room had light blocking curtains. The only lights to ever brighten her room would be artificial. But the scientific wall-mounted clock told her everything about the current weather. When the sun would rise, whether it was raining or sunny, the temperature, and even wind speeds. Now it was telling her it was just past 0500. The sun would be in full view within the hour and the painting she was working on was no closer to being finished than when she started on it eight hours ago.

Such is the curse of being an artist. Charlotte thought to herself. Satisfaction is a rarity. The girl stepped back and removed her headphones to observed her piece. The entire piece was done in charcoal almost entirely using quick and aggressive strokes of black, blue, and red. It was a Minotaur standing over several people. A man torn in two, was held in each of the beast's hands. The men and women in front of it cowering in fear before the mighty beast. Charlotte liked to think the victims were the "heroes" that protected Haven. The Minotaur represented the Mercs. At least that's the way Charlotte interpreted it. She wasn't a hundred percent sure. She normally painted whatever came to her. The meaning non-existent until she stepped back and tried to figure it out. It was like she wasn't herself when she made art. It was like she was possessed.

A buzzing noise coming from her bedroom deterred Charlotte from her thoughts. She walked to the other room and picked up her smartphone, checking her email.

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Temporary? Wasn't it supposed to be a more permanent solution? Charlotte supposed it was still an improvement from having none. Then there was something about a last minute job? Charlotte was surprised at this but seeing as she didn't have anything else planned it was acceptable. Before she could think anymore into the message she heard a knocking on a door outside of hers. It wasn't her door and it wouldn't make sense for the Cora, who lived across from Charlotte, to knock on her own door. So that meant someone else was up at a ridiculous hour making noise.

If Charlotte was into her work then the slight interruption would have made her furious. It was the reason why she normally wore headphones while she worked. Or had her stereo volume up very loud. But that particular solution normally irritated the others. Not that Charlotte cared but the thought of them coming down and telling her to adjust the music volume was annoying and would likely also set her off.

Charlotte walked up to her door and looked out the peephole. She saw Triton standing outside of Cora's door. Charlotte cracked open her door a little and said something to get Triton's attention.

"Hey!" Everyone knew Triton was apparently deaf but his super hearing seemed to override that setback. So Charlotte always addressed him like she would anyone else. "Do you know what time it is? What the hell are you doing down here besides causing a ruckus with that loud banging?"

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Morning, always Brenton's favorite time of the day. Before his incident, he would be at the pool this early, escaping the abuse his father dished out. Now being around water made him nervous, and making him nervous seemed to trigger his abilities. He understood they were connected by emotions, they were controlled by them. But as to why they were that strong, he didn't know. He silently stared at the computer screen in front of him. He looked at the news article, that he did every day, every morning. His eyes began to tear up, as he would go over and over the headline. He was so sorry for the incident....

Pool Attacks Boy; Freakish Accident. Superhumans At Fault?

He wiped his eyes, as he heard his name called. "Mocha Latte with Mint and Vanilla shot for.....Brenton," the barista shouted out. Brenton thanked him and would smile. Leaving a twenty inside the tip jar for the man. He would move his body back to the table and close his laptop. Placing it carefully in his bag, he would sigh. His hands ran over his mother's wedding ring, he wore since his mother's untimely death. He would smile, as he ran his finger over the ring's gemstones, he would walk out of Grounds for Murder. He would look down, avoiding the stares of people, and rush towards his apartment, in Kalmack Tower. He would nod towards the doorman and walk towards the elevator. He felt his watch make a noise, that someone from the League contacted him.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Brenton sighed. This would be interesting.....

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xxxxxxxxxxxxCora had been up for hours, lately she found it quite hard to sleep. Her morning routine however had always been quite consistent. Wake up, go grab an apple before anyone else woke up, and sneak back up to her room to take a small shower. The Mercs had been a little quiet lately, nothing to big had happened in the past couple of weeks. Malcom holed himself up and that damned lab of his and rarely ever ventured out.

She managed to get dressed rather quickly, her wardrobe was limited a the tower. The Mercs had little money, and whatever they came across splurge wise was stolen. With a small flick of her hand her large windows cracked open letting out a cool morning breeze into the room. Cora closed her eyes and inhaled a large breath of the air, this was always her favorite part of the day, the quiet morning that she spent alone. With a twirl of her fingers the breeze wrapped around her hair, and weaved in and out until her hair fell down to her shoulders warm and dry. It was a trick she had learned a couple months before she had joined the Mercs and it came in handy.

As she went to grab for the phone on her bed, a horrendous knocking made her heart skip. After a couple seconds she huffed a breath of annoyance and crossed over to the door flinging it open, giving the bitchiest stare to the culprit of the loud knocking. She wasn't surprised to see Triton with his lazy smile and hand raised in the air, mid-knock. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe crossing her arms. "Do you have to knock so damn loud?" She said trying to maintain her pissed off façade but she couldn't help the hint of smile that crossed her face.

She noticed Charlotte had peeped her head out of her apartment across the hall, no doubt awoken by the obnoxious knocking. "Good morning Charlotte" She said curtly before turning her head back to Triton. "What do you need?" She raised an eyebrow in question.



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xxxxxxxxxxxxParker was sipping a rather uneventful cup of coffee that had way too much creamer in it. This morning had been a bit slower than others, and he allowed himself a little time to sleep in. He had managed to get ready and settled himself in the community kitchen, sitting at a barstool reading the paper. A couple petty crimes, but nothing of too much interest. There was a museum event going on tonight, but going out wasn't really his idea of fun. A clicking of heels caused him to take his eyes away from the paper to see Hazel pouring herself a cup of coffee, looking professional as always. He could sense her obvious distress and the time crunch that she was in from her tensed face, and rather aggressive coffee making. He only had time to let out a small, "Morning Hazel", before she was in the elevator and out the door. He let out a small sigh and turned back to the newspaper. The heroes of the League were always so tense and on-edge, he seemed rather grateful for his position.

He was surprised he hadn't seen more of the League, granted many of them still functioned like teenagers and didn't wake until late nine, but he normally saw a few of them flit through the kitchen and grab some food before retreating to train or go on one of Kalmack's many 'adventures'. A small ping drew him to his watch, which Eve fashioned for him when he arrived at the League. A message from none of than the man himself scrolled across the screen.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Parker couldn't help to wonder what the old man had to say, it obviously couldn't be good. He decided to send a quick message to his closest friends, and other part of the League's small operatives team.

To: Eve, Bren
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.

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The sun was barely rising as Eve entered the tower ground floor and hurried to the elevator, she had almost slept in and though generally no one was ever up till 9 or 10, one person was; Parker. Parker was a respectful sort of person even as a close friend and she was sure he wouldn’t mean to pry, but even he would think it odd that she went out at night and at times did not return till early morning. She wasn’t ashamed of her recreational activities, on the contrary, but though human society had come a long way it still taught people to look down on women who sought out sex. Unfair though it may be, it was a reality. Eve did not want anyone in the League to look down on her, both for the sake of her professional relationship with them, and if she was being honest; because she cared what they thought of her.

Eve waited patiently for the ding of the elevator doors, not even bothering to watch the levels climb on the digital indicator, this, the ride and tower, were all very familiar to her. Her routine she could walk through with a blindfold. She allowed her mind to blank as she leaned on the wall, arriving to her floor and entering her apartment rhythmically. It was still early, there was still time, not too long from now she would be engrossed all day in work. Not that she did not enjoy her work.

She set about removing the night’s trappings while she filled her bath. There was a standing shower available but in truth she always preferred baths. Baths were a Majesdanian pleasure, and a point of sociability, their baths were communal. On earth, or at least in America, baths were not this way, and people rushed through the cleaning process in standing showers. A shame in her opinion. While she took her bath she began to listen to the early morning news from her bathroom, the screen from her bedroom echoing in.

Later…

It was now 7:15, and as she fastened her League communicator watch back on her wrist she got a message. It was Parker.


From: Parker
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.


She smirked as she replied.

To: Parker
Whatever the Doctor orders is best!


Brenton and Parker were the two people she worked most closely with, Brenton because of the nature of his position at the League and Parker because he never went on missions, and so kept company mostly with those who stayed behind as support for the main heroic team. This team has come a long way in three years, and grown, but though they had made a name for themselves and completed very difficult tasks she doubted they had faced their greatest trials yet. It was a foreboding. But perhaps it was just that, and nothing more. It was her job to worry and be paranoid you could say, to think over all possible outcomes and prepare them against whatever may stand in their opposition.

There was a previous message from Rodger, with whom she was on a first name basis with, by his own insistence. There was a meeting later tonight, and from the looks of the message a very important one, of the subject for which she had not been briefed. She hoped that it wasn’t something she needed to know. Rodger had a love for the theatrics and suspense, she only asked that he didn’t keep anything from her that would help in her duties.


To: Rodger
I’m coming to see you after I get coffee.
Want any?


She didn’t bother asking him directly, not through message, she would do her best to wheedle it out of him later, after breakfast.

β€œGood morning you.” She gave Parker a warm smile. β€œI believe someone promised me good coffee?” Eve sniffed around for the coffee pot, locating it and pouring herself a mug. Eve observed as she added what some would call too much sugar to her coffee. Not unlike Parker, she did not enjoy bitter bean water plain. Even if it did wonders for an early riser’s day.

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Sabina was woken up by her cell phone vibrating - twice. Without opening her eyes and still buried underneath the covers, she took out her arm from under the safety of the blankets and tried looking for her phone blindly. She was sure she'd left it on top of her nightstand but she was a mess, so it might as well have been buried underneath the covers with her. She tended to fall asleep with her phone in her hands.

After a couple of seconds of searching, her hands came in contact with the cool screen of her phone. She quickly slid her arm back inside her duvet and checked her phone sleepily.

One of the text messages was from Fry, the other from Malcolm. Deciding duty could wait, she opened Fry's message first only to be dissapointed. He was canceling, again. It's not like she hadn't canceled before, but she just hated not being able to see him. Yuck, she was turning into a clingy girlfriend woman.

TO: french fry
it's okay, i think i'm busy too
see you tonight ( ? )

She opened the next message and stared at the screen blankly. Temporary power booster sounded scary promising, nothing could go wrong. Note the sarcasm. She shook her head and sighed deeply, throwing her bedsheets off her body and standing up to get the day started. She was positive the next few days were going to be chaotic and exhausting.

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Rodger Kalmack stood tall in the upper most floor of the Kalmack building, it was the training room and the meeting room for the team. He knew Eve would be curious about what he had to say tonight and in all honesty he probably should have let her know sooner but, up until late last night it was all just a suspicion. The late evening sun made the room glow and his leg started to hurt but he steeled himself against the pain, he had been busy all day with Kalmack News and had to cancel his meeting with Eve. The board of Kalmack News wanted him to spin the Hearings of the Head scientists for the MMARP to make the scientists look like victims but he wasnt willing to do that. What they had done to all those powered in their possession before Thor's attack was unethical and wrong. Then there was the coverage of the Gala tonight, the fact that he was trying to acquire a smaller new station, and meeting with his doctors about his leg, hell this was the first time he had been alone sense seven this morning.

As he knew she would be Hazel was the first to enter Headquarters forty five minutes early, she was dressed for the gala tonight. The red lace gown was strapless and seemed to be fitted over what she normally wore on missions, and all of her jewelry had blood red gems glittering in the light. "You look lovely, do you expect trouble?" he asked while he waited for Eve, he knew she would be the next to show up. "Im going to a charity gala to bring in more money for the museum, where we will be putting the Nine Stones Of The Temple Of Death on display for the first time ever and where at least a hundred of the cities most prominent and wealthy will be in attendance. Wouldn't you expect trouble?" was the girls sassy response as she gracefully sat her self in a chair while she waited.

Rodger couldn't even argue with her logic, it was sound. It wasn't to much later that the team started to trickle in, "Eve, dear you look lovely as always. Sorry I wasnt able to meet with you earlier, the gala at the museum tonight and the hearings of some of the head scientists from the MMAPR for unethical treatment had the stations in a tizzy today and I couldn't get away." he told the teams head technician, once everyone was in attendance Rodger walked to the very front of the room next to the main monitor. "As you all know, we looked into the rumors of a serum that could potentially boost powers. We found no proof so we wrote it off as just a rumor. We also looked into reports of missing powered, we weren't able to find any trace of them but we made the logical connection to the underground fighting ring that was using the powered as their fighters. We believed we just hadnt found the bodies of the missing as of yet and decided to just a keep an eye out once we were able to disband the ring." Rodger said in his normally slightly gruff way, he looked at his team and saw a few nods so he knew they remembered what he was talking about. Placing his hands on the table he made eye contact with each one as he leaned slightly down. "I have to inform you all that we were wrong." standing back up he used a remote and clicked on the screen where three pictures of obviously three different People that the team knew from the missing peoples reports to be powered and right below were pictures of their bodies.

"As you see their bodies have been discovered but not only are they fresh so they cant be from the fighting ring, but as you can see in Rebekkah Nolan's case she was in the midst of changing when she died, which as far as the hospital could figure out was from fear. Blood work found trace amounts of some sort of drug, its chemical make up is similar to steroids but outside of that its purpose is unknown." he said while pulling up the crime scene photo of a young woman with blond hair, half her body appeared to be made out of diamond. "There isnt enough proof yet, but I believe that someone IS attempting to create a power boosting serum and that these three were their first test subjects. Something obviously went wrong and ended in their death, if im correct in my belief then whoever this mad scientist is has sixteen more trapped powered at their disposal to use as guinea pigs. If this is true... We need to find them, now." he finished while looking at the screen, the three powered faces on the screen were twisted in fear, frozen in time to forever show what they were feeling in their last moments.



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"Miss. O'Conner, are you sure about the set up of the gems? This is the order they were in when discovered" an eager intern asked while Hazel packed up her desk for the day, taking a quick glance at the paper they young man was showing her she nodded her head. "Yes, it was white, blue, green, yellow on the left side of the room then the gold vined multicolored gem in the center then it was black, purple, gray, and red on the right side. Did the reproductions of the gems dais and the statues arrive? I didn't hear anything." she stated and finished with a question before walking at a fast pace toward the exit, she was on a tight timeline. "Umm... Yeah it appears so. I'll reference the photos we have to make sure they are also placed in the same order." Nodding her head in understanding Hazel exited the building and took a deep breath of the fresh air, checking her watch there wasnt going on except for the meeting she already knew about so she hailed a cab to hopefully get to the building quicker.

To: Cass
Hey, how much do you not dislike me?
Is it...just maybe...Enough to be my plus
one for a super formal Gala at my place of work?


She typed and sent through her watch to Cass, hopefully he took her up on her offer because tonight was a big deal. It was basically the night her name would become known to the world of Historian's and her parents would be there. Not only could she not go alone, after all her mother would be there and Hazel shuddered at facing the demon woman alone, but she needed all the luck she could get. It took the cab five minutes less but twenty dollars more to get Hazel home, grumbling about the outrages price she practically ran inside and to the elevator.

Once in her apartment the small girl set to work getting ready, a quick shower, a spritz of perfume, the black leather corset and double silted skirt, the knife that she carefully cut her thighs and hips before congealing the blood to create thin scabs just in case she needed easy access to more blood, the red lace dress cover that went over her uniform and of course blood red pumps to match her 'jewelry'. Years of using small amounts of blood to create stones for jewelry has given Hazel an arsenal of pinky nail sized weapons and no one would even know.

Once she was ready it was 7:15 and so she decided to go up to the meeting room, if nothing else the walk with hopefully dull some of the fresh blood scent she knew was on her skin. Smiling at Rodger she watched him notice her uniform under the specially made lace cover. "You look lovely, do you expect trouble?" Arching her eyes brow at him Hazel sat down, "Im going to a charity gala to bring in more money for the museum, where we will be putting the Nine Stones Of The Temple Of Death on display for the first time ever and where at least a hundred of the cities most prominent and wealthy will be in attendance. Wouldn't you expect trouble?" she answered with a small smirk and she could see he wanted to small at her response.

It took awhile but once everyone was together Rodger started the meeting, "As you all know, we looked into the rumors of a serum that could potentially boost powers. We found no proof so we wrote it off as just a rumor. We also looked into reports of missing powered, we weren't able to find any trace of them but we made the logical connection to the underground fighting ring that was using the powered as their fighters. We believed we just hadnt found the bodies of the missing as of yet and decided to just a keep an eye out once we were able to disband the ring. I have to inform you all that we were wrong. As you see their bodies have been discovered but not only are they fresh so they cant be from the fighting ring, but as you can see in Rebekkah Nolan's case she was in the midst of changing when she died, which as far as the hospital could figure out was from fear. Blood work found trace amounts of some sort of drug, its chemical make up is similar to steroids but outside of that its purpose is unknown.There isnt enough proof yet, but I believe that someone IS attempting to create a power boosting serum and that these three were their first test subjects. Something obviously went wrong and ended in their death, if im correct in my belief then whoever this mad scientist is has sixteen more trapped powered at their disposal to use as guinea pigs. If this is true... We need to find them, now." Rodger said addressing the team, closing her eyes in frustration Hazel wanted to say something, anything, but his logic as far as she could tell was sound. They found no proof of the serum, powered went missing, some were found dead and connected to an underground fighting ring, they assumed they hadnt found the other bodies but now fresh bodies with some sort of steroid in their systems are found and they are of the missing they had never located.

Checking the time she saw that she only had fifteen minutes to get to the Museum before the Gala started and as the main speaker for the event she had to be there on time. Catching Rodger's eye, he nodded and concluded the meeting.

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Simone Youngblood

"Are you sure you really want to mess with me?"

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Brenton Harrison

"Just a drop in the ocean."

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Evonna L. Funke

"My Primary Goal Of Hacking Was The Intellectual Curiosity, The Seduction Of Adventure." ~Kevin Mitnick

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Triton M. Jones

"I Don't Mean To Sound Bitter, Cold, Or Cruel, But I Am, So That's How It Comes Out." ~Bill Hicks

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Charlotte Van der Veen

"All of us are sick..."

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EVE

"The one is impossible, the many unstoppable."

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Caspian Whytehorse

"Jinx, you owe me a soda."

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Hazel J. O'Conner

"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts." ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Evonna L. Funke

"My Primary Goal Of Hacking Was The Intellectual Curiosity, The Seduction Of Adventure." ~Kevin Mitnick

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Charlotte Van der Veen

"All of us are sick..."

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Hazel J. O'Conner

"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts." ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Triton M. Jones

"I Don't Mean To Sound Bitter, Cold, Or Cruel, But I Am, So That's How It Comes Out." ~Bill Hicks

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Tate Howell

"What do you want to know? I am sure I can figure it out for you."

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Caspian Whytehorse

"Jinx, you owe me a soda."

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Simone Youngblood

"Are you sure you really want to mess with me?"

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Nathan Howell

"Do you really want to feel what I feel?"

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EVE

"The one is impossible, the many unstoppable."

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Brenton Harrison

"Just a drop in the ocean."

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Evonna L. Funke

"My Primary Goal Of Hacking Was The Intellectual Curiosity, The Seduction Of Adventure." ~Kevin Mitnick

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Caspian Whytehorse

"Jinx, you owe me a soda."

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Brenton Harrison

"Just a drop in the ocean."

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EVE

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Nathan Howell

"Do you really want to feel what I feel?"

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Charlotte Van der Veen

"All of us are sick..."

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Simone Youngblood

"Are you sure you really want to mess with me?"

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Hazel J. O'Conner

"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts." ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Tate Howell

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