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Post by Jongluer on Sept 26, 2006 16:24:21 GMT -5
This will be the meanwhile thread. Where we can have all those lovely interludes and cut scenes that alert us out of character. Any knowledge used from this thread in actual play will result in immediate expulsion from the game. So yes, this thread will really just be to add to the storylines and enrich the story, having little to no impact on actual gameplay.
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Post by Jongluer on Sept 26, 2006 16:37:41 GMT -5
The youth walks down throughout the mall's corridors. Everywhere he goes, he sees the sickening contradictions. The horrible features of this society. He passes by an Abercrombie and Fitch, he snorts in disgust, the place reeks of money and he can't stand it. Some bastard is listening to an iPod as he wears a particular shirt. The word defacement rings in the young man's head. The people around him flinch for a moment, unsure why. The teen smiles, soon enough they'll know.
It's a warm summer night. The humidity is neglible as a kid stands on a rooftop staring up at the sky. The sounds of horns and drums can be heard in the distance. He smiles as he cranes his neck back looking up at the sky, watching. He waits and then murmurs, "This is going to be so cool." He snaps his fingers, a moment later a burst of color flashes across the sky, a small boom accompanying the flash.
An older man looks in a mirror, rubbing his temples he can't believe it. After so many years, this is what happens, they can't do that. They just can't. He shakes as he stares at his reflection. Bracing himself against the sink he continues to mutter to himself about the injustice of his situation, how wrong it is. What he now has to do to support himself, it's disgusting. Then his reflection shifts from fearful and broken to confident, commanding even, he looks at himself in the mirror, or is it him. He knows what will happen now, they'll have to be taught a lesson...
The blonde smiles wickedly as she watches the boy run off into the store. This was perfect, she didn't have to lift a finger to get what she wanted. A flash of her pearly whites, a low cut shirt, and a little bit of leg. Life was great. She checks herself in the rearview mirror as she waits. Tick tock, she drums her fingers on the steering wheel. Then all of a sudden the boy comes rushing out with a bag under his arms, bills fluttering in the wind behind him. He slides across her hood and into through the window. "Oh no what happened?!" She says in total surprise as she stares at him, as he starts to tell her something, her hand already flicks across the transmission and her high heel stamps on the accelerator.
A figure shuffles through a dark hallway, the heavy chains clank along the steel grates. Ugly and hungry faces leer out from the shadows of cell doors. There are cat calls, and even wishes of luck as the figure ascends up through the prison. Nothing needed to be said though, it was obvious what was going to happen. It was already decided. As a pair of mahogany doors opens on to a courtroom, a male voice calls out, "Parole hearing of Prisoner #26894."
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Post by Jongluer on Oct 9, 2006 14:21:47 GMT -5
An elderly black man leans heavily on his cane as he gazes out over Hanover Square. Behind him stands a man in his early thirties with rugged good looks though he too possesses a cane it is obviously only for aestetic purposes. Despite the age gap both men seem to have an air about them that suggests a time of years long past. Finally the younger of the two breaks the silence, "I'm sure you've sensed it too. That's why you called me here, correct?" The older man nods, "Yes. Things are shifting and it doesn't bode well. The world stands in a crucible at the moment." "Poised between what though?" The black man turns and his eyes bore into the young man, "Good and evil Adrian. Light and darkness." "Have you been able to find a successor yet?" The young man, Adrian asks hopefully. The old man looks glum but his voice shows hints of optimism, "No luck as of now, though Cruz believes she might've rediscovered the Scarab." "We're getting too old for this Langston." Adrian says flatly. "That we are dear friend, hope will have to rest with a new generation." Langston states in agreement. "Who though? The Atom Family? Freedom League? Foreshadow?" Adrian begins to start to list other heroes but is cut off by a wave of Langston's hand. "We will not be sure till they reveal themselves Adrian. We both know that. It is foretold that way. In the meantime all we can do is bide our time." He turns back to the window looking over Hanover and across to downtown Freedom. "As we always have," Adrian says, coming to join him at the window. The two gaze out and their faces turn dismal, a small booming can be heard in the distance. Adrian breaks the silence, "Do you really think whoever is next will be able to handle it?" "I am not sure, but we will be there to help them. So I hope together we will be able to overcome the darkness." Langston replies. "Until then old friend." Adrian says nodding. He seems merely to disappear from the room with the passing of a cloud. "Until then..." Langston replies, his voice hangs in the air as he watches the city. Somewhere they are coming together, but will they be ready?
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Post by Jongluer on Oct 17, 2006 17:45:03 GMT -5
A group of four people stands in the center of a rundown garage, its stuffed with old boxes and a dusty workbench is set off in a corner. The only thing of seeming worth in the place is a car covered in a tarp, judging by the shape it is probably an old muscle car from the 60s or 70s. The four people themselves seem at first nondescript, just a group of teenagers, three guys and one girl. But as they slowly add to their attire, we find that these are no ordinary teenagers but super-powered teenagers. A young man, tall, lanky, and with unkempt hair pulls a bandana around his head, eyeholes cut out allow him to see. He then pulls a scarf up to cover over his mouth, his clothing is old and baggy, a pair of leather gloves completes his suit. Whoever he is he looks like the type of guy who robs liquor stores inbetween lines of crack. He speaks, his voice deep and commanding, "So, in about 10 minutes, we go in there and start cracking heads right? This bullshit ends today." "Fuck yeah." Says the other larger gentleman. This one is built like an ox, broad shoulders, and massive rippling muscles. He wears a tattered football jersey, and the mask of a hockey goalie, a pair of tight blue jeans covers his legs, and finally underarmor covers over his exposed skin. "I'm ready to cause a riot." He laughs at what seems to be a joke, as do the others. "They will all pay, every last one of them..." The monotonous voice comes from the thinner and shortest of the boys. He has draped himself in a black cape, the hood covering over his head, a small brooch holds the cape tight at his neck, he checks a belt buckled by what seems to be a shield, and finally he pulls on a pair of massive black leather gloves. He stands as one of the points of a triangle and nods to the others, "I am fully prepared for what's about to happen." Finally the girl in the center, a thin and very attractive blonde in a tight liatard nods, zipping up a pair of heeled boots, she pulls on a simple mask to cover over her eyes and forehead, most of her pretty face still exposed, hair spilling out behind her. She says, "Well then, just a few more minutes and we'll ring in the new year." As the minutes pass they all stand still, seeming to steel themselves for whatever is about to come. Slowly there seems to be a low hum, followed by the smell of ozone, and finally, there is a loud crackle as if lightning had struck. Below all of this the girl can be heard to say, "This is going to be so much fun!" Suddenly all four of them are gone, disappeared from the garage as if into thin air...
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Post by Jongluer on Oct 22, 2006 19:55:26 GMT -5
A plump woman in her mid-50s stands inside her garden as the morning rays filter over the beautiful collection of vegetables and flowers. She smiles, wiping her brow, "Soon enough they'll be ready to harvest." She pats a small budding pumpkin and says, "In a month you'll be perfect as a jack-o-lantern." She stretches slightly and trudges out and past a little gate inside the fence that encircles her highly prized vegetation. As she closes the gate, and begins to take a sip of lemonade from a bench, her ears prick up as a small ringing, like that of a phone, can be heard from within the house. She sighs, and says, "Can't I even enjoy a day off to send my youngest off to the first day of his senior year. " She heads off grumbling into her home. It's a modest place, a fairly large suburban home with high priced fixtures and accomdations mixed in with more traditional pieces of furniture. The woman picks up a phone from its cradle and says, "Hello?" "Commissioner, it's Maddicks. Turn on your television." As she walks over to the family television, a flatscreen placed tastefully along a wall, she picks up a remote and asks, "Which channel?" The response from the man is cold, "Any." She clicks it on to wherever it had been before. On the screen is a crystal clear picture of an asian woman in her early 30s, she wears a sharp business suit that stands in stark contrast to the insanity behind her. She announces to the world, "This is Amy Feng for Channel 3 Action News! Here first and live at the scene of Alan Moore High School in Bayview. It seems a group of super-powered students have decided to protest the first day of..." The television is cut off by the woman's finger, and she seems to have changed from what looked like a happy and plump house wife to a battlehardened woman. Into the phone she says, "I assume you're there Maddicks?" "Awaiting your orders ma'am." Is the response. "Get ready to move in, I'll be there shortly." She clicks off the phone and walks into the doorway. She picks up a holster carrying a standard police sidearm, and clips it to her belt, then attaches a kevlar vest hanging in the closet, finally a simple trench coat is thrown over her gardening clothes. As she pulls on actual shoes as opposed to the flip flops she gardens in, the commissioner attaches her badge, and makes her way to her car. As the siren turns on she peels off down the road heading right for Alan Moore High School....her son's high school.
Meanwhile across town in sublevel 6 of the Federal Plaza
A middle-aged African American man sits at a spartan desk in a dark and drab office. The wall he watches has several sets of television screens on it, all reporting on the same event. It seems there's been a super-powered attack at a local high school, and there are now even eye witness reports coming in of some people with super-powers rising to the occassion. The man can feel it in his bones as he stands there and watches what's going on via the screens. He picks up a lone red phone on the desk, and presses the button labelled P.A. He lifts the phone to his mouth and says into the object, "Attention all On-Duty AEGIS Officers we have a Code: Red at a local high school. Address being confirmed now, prepare for full secure and clean up. Be prepared for combat if the need arises. 2 MAX units are to be on site." He punches a few keys on an unseen computer, and red lights begin to flash as a klaxon begins to ring throughout the compound. The man leans forward and rests his head atop his steepled hands. "Director Powers, should I report to the scene?" Asks a figure behind him, the man steps into the light, he wears a tight suit based off of the american flag, his face is covered over in a mask with a star patter on it. "No Patriot, this doesn't require your attention. You and I have bigger things to worry about. All we need to worry about in this situation is that STAR doesn't mess it all up." He stares tenetatively at the screen. The figure behind him nods, then wanders back off into the shadows of the office and beyond.
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Post by Jongluer on Nov 23, 2006 13:44:54 GMT -5
Derek ran off so quickly, the girl thinks, she barely knew him, but he just left her here. She teeters back and forth, she can't figure it out what happened, why did everything get so crazy, what happened to her hands. She stares down at them they're perfectly fine, they look normal. But then she glances over at the other girl, her neck is black like coal. She stares at the cell phone, but why would she call the police they'll lock her up for...for what? Murder, drug abuse, who knows. A lone scream pierces the deepening night. None of the other teens in the area awaken. They're all dead, every last one of them dead. There blood is on her hands. She screams again, and everything gets warm again, so warm. But it's a good warm, it makes everything ok. A figure enters in through the forest, at first glance it looks like some sort of blob, but it quickly takes on human characteristics. A human in some bulky sort of suit, like a hazmat suit. It steps up and puts a hand on her shoulder, the voice that emanates is distinctly male, "Don't worry dear. I'm here to help." She looks up at the being and stammers, "H..He...Help?" "Yes darling. Don't worry, you must understand that all that's happened to you is ok. No one will ever worry about this patch of ground again, or any of these people." He removes his mask, and smiles down. His face is almost grandfatherly, like a thin emaciated Santa Clause, "Dear, my name's Calvin. What's yours?" "I...I'm...Sa..Sarah..." She whispers back, choking on her own words. "A fine name for a fine young lady," He responds, "Now, Sarah, why don't you come along with me, I have some friends I'd like you to meet." The older man helps the girl up and she seems to calm as he takes her hand and leads her deeper into the small wooded area. In a small clearing, there's a young girl dressed in black leather, she smiles at a young man standing next to her, he's lean and wears a tight ridged bodysuit exposing his arms. The old man looks at them and says to the third teen, "Sarah, I'd like you to meet two of my other friends, John and Linda." They both wave hello and she smiles. Calvin looks at the blonde teen and says, "Linda, take us all home." Linda nods, a low hum is heard, the air is filled with the scent of ozone, and finally a loud crackle breaks across the night as the three teens and the man disappear.
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Post by Jongluer on Nov 29, 2006 13:16:18 GMT -5
Apartment Complex at Yeats and Michigan
The room is dark and in it sits a young blonde, lounging on an old couch, sitting across from her in a dilapated wooden chair is a youth in baggy jeans and a thread-bare hoodie. Behind the girl stands a large bruiser dressed in a fine suit standing in stark contrast to the apartment and the building itself. The girl's voice breaks the silence that has been hanging for several minutes, "What do you mean Mike's gone missing?" The youth across from her shrugs, the chair creaks, "Like I told you, he's just plain disappeared, someone said he wasn't at his corner when I was on my way to his house. So I went off to his house and it looks like a tornado went through there, he's up and left." The girl looks over at the youth with a disappointed look, "Oh Jimmy, whatever will we do now." She sighs and looks up at Bruno, "Bruno darling, do you know anyone we can get to replace Mike?" Bruno shrugs and then says, "I'm not sure we should even bother, I mean this is getting dangerous, cops will be on us soon enough and I'm sure the mob doesn't like what's happening here." The young woman laughs and says, "Bruno dear, I have the mob in my pocket, besides what're the police going to do? Start a war in the streets?" She laughs at the idea. Jimmy shudders when the young woman laughs, and Bruno takes a step back himself. Jimmy then stutters out, "Wha....what about...sup..supers...or A..AEGIS?" She laughs again, "Let them come boys. For now we keep going on with the plan. Now Bruno go out and find us another fall man, and Jimmy give the rich boys what they want." She locks eyes with each of the men, and they snap to rigid attention and then leave. After a few moments, a window opens and in slinks a black suited figure, "How is everything my dear?" She doesn't turn to acknowledge the figure, merely continues laying on her couch, "I don't think we will have any trouble sir, the streets are already flooded. How is your collection coming?" "Growing consistently, they're forming well. Soon enough they'll be ready for the real thing." "Everything's coming up roses," The woman says as she laughs again, the figure once more slinks out the window, off into the dark nights of Southside.
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Post by Jongluer on Nov 29, 2006 13:34:25 GMT -5
Somewhere in the border between The Fens and the Theatre District
"Come on baby..." A large man says as he follows a young woman down the alleyway. "No," says the woman, picking up her pace as she tries to get away from the man. The two are dressed as if they have just been in one of the many clubs nearby the alley. The man jogs to catch up with her, and grabs her by the arm trying to turn her to him, "Now listen baby, I'm offering you one night here with the..." She cuts him off by stamping on his foot with a heel and saying, "No menas no you fucker!" The man curses under his breath as he stares at the woman, now wriggling in his grasp, "You're going to regret that baby..." The sound of fist smacking against skin resounds through the alley. Followed quickly by the sound of a woman's tears. The scene is watched by a figure in a keikogi, he wears a simple mask, and slowly he floats down onto the scene, seeming to glow with an inner light. "I believe the woman said no." The man turns to stare at the figure, "Who the fuck are you, freak?" The figure pulls back a hand which is quickly gathered with an intense light, "Your worst nightmare." He throws forth his fist like a punch and a blast of bright light shoots forth knocking the man several yards away. He lands neatly next to the woman and she whimpers, "Who are you?" The figure looks over at the woman, and says simply, "A friend. Now let's get you home..." He gathers the woman up in his arms, and once more beginning to glow, travels up to the rooftops of Freedom City, floating deeper into the cityscape.
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Post by Jongluer on Dec 14, 2006 20:21:48 GMT -5
Somewhere Remote...
A young man lays in what seems to be a hospital bed. The room seems as if it was from the 1960s though the machinery is up to date with the actual date. Standing in the room is a young blonde haired girl next to a figure in a tight black costume with a red image imprinted across the chest though the image is unclear. "How long do you think?" The woman asks turning to the figure. "It will only be a few more days. The injuries were severe but his metabolism is faster than normal under the pure strain." Says the man, walking over to the bedside he checks what at first seems to be an intravenous bag but then the substance can be seen to be a deep emerald green color. "He is lucky to be alive though. Obviously these heroes are dangerous." "I told you that but you didn't believe me. I saw what they could do back at the school." The girl seems about to go on but is cut off from a door opening. In steps another young woman, she doesn't seem to be in any costume merely a heavy sweater and jeans. "You should come see this, it looks like we might've found another one." The three walk off down an empty hallway, it seems to follow the 60s motif from the room. They stand in a comfortable waiting area where a tv sits showing a news program. The anchor is voicing over video of what seems to be a recent crime, the video shows a man dressed in a grey cloak and some sort of body armor floating across the sky into a hole made in a building presumably the East Sea Bank. The voice goes on to explain that the villain was captured by the lucky appearance of a light bearing hero calling himself Ranpu. The black figure turns to the blonde and says, "Blink, you are aware of what you must do." The blond nods, and the other girl turns to the black figure, "Sir, should I go along with her?" He shakes his head, "No Curie, you need to stay here and rest. Besides there will be more for you to do once Jupiter awakens." The villain walks over to a window and looks out, he seems to look out on an underground cavern where several buildings sit in a dilapadated fashion. "Much more..." The figure begins to laugh, a cold and disturbing laugh as the blonde disappears with a small pop.
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Post by Jongluer on Dec 19, 2006 21:42:13 GMT -5
Police Headquarters
A man in his mid thirties sits at his desk, flipping through a number of reports and sheafs of paper. His brown hair is beginning to show gray along the edges and the bags under his eyes seem to be growing larger even as he sits there. Beneath the collared shirt and suspenders is a lean frame with muscle and the beginning protrusions of fat. He sighs as he stares down at the file, some kid who calls himself Aeolus, he was a good kid too: honors student, good SATs, looked like he'd get accepted into an Ivy League for chrissake. "16..." He murmurs underneath his breath as he leans back in his chair staring at the ceiling. He lifts up a small carton of chinese food and shoves noodles and vegetables in his mouth with a pair of chop sticks, drowning away with coffee. The man grimaces staring back into the cup, shaking his head he picks up a thinner file. The other boy, Ranpu, some mysterious superhero that glowed like he was the sun itself. He had tried to act as if he was older but from what the detective could tell, he was probably only fifteen. His voice cracked, the man gives a huff of laughter as he remembers. Then he sighs, all these kids hurling bolts of energy at each other, at cops, into buildings, they probably only think it's a game or something. A small message pops on his screen it reads: Don't beat yourself up, Danvers. He grumbles and then says aloud, "What else am I supposed to do, this is ridiculous. They're not even 18 for crying out loud!" The screen flashes once more: The Centurion was 15 when he started. They say Raven was only 16. Bowman just turned 18 this year himself, and his predecessors always had their sidekicks. Shall I continue? Danvers says, "Yea, I get the point, tradition I know. But still, so much damage. I mean the mall attack was bad enough but now we got a casino and a bank recked, and there are the smaller damages too: random walls broken apart, cash registers smashed, the list goes on. And I swear we got more kids pulling this heroic shit too, 'cause you can't tell me that boardwalks collapes in perfect circles everyday or cars just flip themselves around." Another message appears: Yes I know, and we have that one person who seems to be trying to track criminals, I think I will get them next time. There are also the other reports, the speedsters, the drug dealers who've gone missing, it seems like we have an epidemic of heroism. Danvers laughs a bit and then seems to shake his head, "I guess that's what we get since my generation sat on our asses while the world went to hell. All the kids now all want to be the next member of the fucking Freedom League." The message continues: So it would seem, I suppose we can't... The screen goes blank for a second then flashes red: Get down to the holding tank now. "Why?" Danvers asks, bolting up a bit. GO!! The screen flashes. Danvers grabs his .38 special and rushes out of his office. The halls are dark, and most of the other offices are shut up at this time of night. He rushes down the halls, and barrels across stairwells finally bursting into the tank. There are a few cells around, mainly holding drunks who need to sober up and a few shoplifters, but then there is the main cell with a small forcefield around it. Sitting there is the boy calling himself Aeolus, he sits crosslegged as if waiting. But it's what is next to him that gets Danvers worried, the blonde. Same blonde who saved that crazy nut Jupiter. He lifts his gun and shouts, "Stop or I'll shoot!" The girl smiles at him and blows him a kiss, "You wouldn't fire at little ol' me." She placed her hand on the boy. Danvers opened fire, but with a flash of light, she and the villain were gone. "Fuck!" Danvers screamed, "FUCK!" He stormed back off into the hall and one of the hallway monitors flickered to life: I'm sorry Danvers, it's not your fault. "Things are getting ridiculous!" He shouts at the screen, "How are we supposed to bring people to trial if we can't even hold them. Christ, I need a cigarette." The screen flickered: We'll just have to keep trying. Danvers nods and says, "Well, I'm gonna wrap things up and head home. The last message reads: Good, you spend far too much time here. Danvers laughs as he walks off, "Like you ever leave..."
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Post by Jongluer on Jan 31, 2007 17:10:54 GMT -5
An unknown apartment
It was already eating at him again. The hunger it was unbearable, and he only had fed a few days ago. He stood and wobbled, it was an effort to walk in a somewhat straight line. He stumbled into his kitchen, but that food wouldn't help him. Still he had to try, he couldn't do it again, just drop them like that in some abandoned part of the city. He couldn't live like that, not knowing what he was really doing to these people. But he had to live didn't he? Could he really be blamed for doing this? Yes, he reasserted in his head, yes he could. What he was doing was wrong. He was living off of others, it was horrible, and who knows what pain it caused them, who knew what he was really doing beyond survival. Looking in his refrigerator he found there was no food within in it. This hunger was distracting him from life, he couldn't focus on anything but abating it. It was consuming him like, like he consumed those people. He wanted to scream but couldn't find the energy. As he pushed off of the refrigerator, he stumbled and ripped at a curtain. The sunlight poured in and he screeched as it hit his skin. Pulling away from the twilight rays of the setting sun, he stumbled into a shadowed corner. Tonight, he had to tonight, there was no other choice. He had to survive.
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Post by Jongluer on Feb 20, 2007 0:00:33 GMT -5
Lonely Point Road
A small group of cars travels through the dead of night across a dark road barely more than one lane with a large man-shaped object flying above them. The cars are all black and unmarked, but the suit of high tech power armor above them points them out as AEGIS transport vehicles. Inside of the large truck are three kids with hands in gigantic cuffs, and near them are several men in suits of riot armor carrying large rifles constantly pointed at them. Far off from the road stand three figures: one is a young man in an overcoat, face illuminated by the end of his cigarette, a feminine shape is to his right, and set behind them is a man shape in a dark featureless skin tight suit. "Now," comes the suits voice, it speaks from years of experience and little water. The young man flicks his hand and all of a sudden the power armor above begins to spiral into the ground and crashes right into it. The dark man and girl disappear after a small spark, ozone hangs in the air. They appear in the convoy, though the girl merely stands there as the black figure launches into the air lines of some substance shooting from his wrist lashing into the windshield. As he crashes into the engine block he yanks backward pulling two AEGIS agents crashing through a windshield. Insanity ensues outside as more men pour out yanking forth pistols, shooting at a man who dashes about only throwing out more blasts of his substance, tying the men up and knocking them down. Inside the truck, the large cuffs on the kids make a small beep then fall off. The cabin fills with a tornado, and storm of lightning. The girl merely crosses one leg over the other and then flicks her fingers as if removing dust from her shoulder destroying the back of the truck with an impressive blast of near-blinding light and heat. She giggles at the crumpled bodies, while the other two walk out behind her. As they laugh, another figure approaches the group, this one is dressed in a tight suit with stars across it, "Not this time kids, you're not getting away so easy." "Oh ho," says the black figure, "Odd seeing you again Patriot. Or can I still call you Jack?" The figure laughs maniacally and then says, "Listen Patriot, you can catch us, that is, if you don't Blink." And as he says this, there is another crackle of energy and ozone leaving the figure alone amongst his fallen comrades. As the muscles flex beneath the uniform, the figure's lone voice murmurs, "Arachne?"
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Post by Jongluer on Feb 20, 2007 0:25:14 GMT -5
An unknown darkened place
A group of cloaked figures stand about in a rough circle. The area is lit by a set of candles, arranged in a seemingly nonsensicle pattern. There are seven figures total around the circle, and as they bend down above it they begin to chant in an ancient tongue. Their voices are whimsicle, almost sing-song, and definitely belonging to young women. Slowly but surely, symbols seem to appear on the ground beneath them. The symbols glow in a pale blue light adding to the candles and showing concrete around the women. Then the symbols begin to swirl about and form an odd image, floating inches off the floor. It shows a young woman in cloak as well, pushing out icy winds upon a group of men busily mugging someone. As a bolt of lightning comes down on one of them the image disappears. The symbols slowly begin to fade on the ground, and the group of women all pant collectively. Their hands which had come together during the chant break as they all settle down onto the ground. Then one of them speaks, "She will be perfect." "Definitely," says another, "We will just need to grab her and then we can harness her power." "With that we can bring the whole city to our beck and call," one of the girls says. "Bringing the storm of a century down upon them, not even Captain Thunder will be able to stop us if he can track it." says the first girl. "So it's agreed," one of them says as she stands and throws back her hood revealing a set of long blonde hair, pale skin, and icy blue eyes, "We'll take this little nerd and take her powers as ours, then show Freedom City exactly why hell hath no fury like a woman." They all nod and say, "Yes Coven Mother." "Excellent," She responds and slowly bursts into laughter, starting with a small giggle and ending with something bordering on the maniacal.
A basement in Riverside
A young man with rugged good looks sets down an old mirror with a sigh. He steps up and walks over to a bookshelf murmuring to himself as he peruses it. The man pulls out a tome written in some unknown language, then opens it as he returns to his desk. He mumbles in a light almost musical language, his finger drifting across sentences. Then his voice drops out and then returns with an expletive. He then says aloud, "If they don't know what they're doing, they could kill the entire city. Weather patterns even scared the Atlanteans up until the end. Do these girls even realize the fire they play with?" He makes a motion with his hand as the book returns to its shelf. Then he climbs a set of stairs into a posh home, moving up another flight, then another till he sits in a small observatory that gazes out on the waters in Freedom City's bay, and more importantly the Sentry Statue, "Centurion old friend, I am not sure if your sucessors will be able to handle this, I'm not even sure your contemporaries will be." He sighs again, "Beacon found a successor dear friend, and I think I located those who will take up the mantle of hero. But..." He stops thinking before he speaks, "But I'm just not sure if they will be able to handle it. They're dealing with people who are even more irrational than the super-villains you and I fought." Then he stops again, his hands move in flowing motions as a bottle of wine floats over and pours itself into a glass, he sips it as he speaks, "Centurion, they're going to end up getting into something bigger than any of us. They'll have to make choices that I'm not sure even we ever had to make? How can I ask that of children." He sighs once more and then says as he picks up the bottle as opposed to the empty glass, "Centurion, I'm lost." He then puts the bottle to his lips.
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Post by Jongluer on Mar 13, 2007 21:33:51 GMT -5
An Unkown Underground Bunker
The room was dimly lit by a single overhanging lamp, beneath it there was an old wooden conference table covered over in dust. Around the table are three men in white labcoats, and then a balding man in an old tattered military uniform, then finally a young woman no older than 20 in a tight black suit. The oldest scientist speaks first, "Why did we have to come to this old place?" His voice is thickly accented with an Eastern European accent. "Because it was the only palce my access codes still worked on." Barked the military man in a thick russian accent. "Still if we had to come all the way to America, we had to have been able to..." The scientist continued. "Shut up." Said one of the younger two his accent was also Russian, "This is one of the few facilities that was still unraided, and we could get into it. Plus, it's the closest to Freedom City." "Are we sure this is where he is?" Asks the other young scientist. The woman finally speaks, her accent thicker than even the military man's, "Do you doubt my skills?" The young scientist stiffens and says, "No, not at all, I'm just saying perhaps he moved." "I would never fail in tracking one of my siblings." She says in a cold voice. Everyone around the table nods, and then the head scientist says, "So we'll go in for a snatch and grab with Team One. Do you think you can handle that?" He says looking at the woman. "Yes, it shall be no problem, we shall bring him in like all the others, and if he resists we will kill him." He nods and says, "Assemble your team, and Colonel. prepare your command center." The two nod and leave as he does so he reminds them, "No one can defect our Union as long as we stand. For Mother Russia!" They all shout it in unison. The man and woman nod and part in the hall, the woman enters a small room where two men sit on cots. One man is massive easily over six feet tall and rippling with muscles, the other is thin and wiry his eyes constantly darting about. "Boys, we are off to get him and complete our team are you ready." The thin man stretches his whole body becoming like a parachute, and then he shrinks back and extends his arms around his body. "Good and loose." He says with a smile. The larger man suddenly covers himself over in metal his arms becoming a hammer and sickle, "Let us go." They all turn and walk out heading down the hall towards a door labelled Exit.
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Post by Jongluer on Mar 22, 2007 20:34:28 GMT -5
A dark basement in Massachutes
A tall youth stands over a table with a few lights flickering around him. The dim light of computer monitors fills the room, displaying multiple readouts on something. The youth stands over a metallic humanoid shape and seems to be toiling with a number of instruments with a large magnifying glass in front of him. Sparks fly every so often till all of a sudden one of the metallic limbs move. The youth lets out in a low voice, "Wicked. I'm gonna win the competition for sure." He walks over to a small laptop and begins punching in something on the keyboard. The monitors begin to display pictures of the robot and massive lines of code. One screen displays the words Download in Progress. Slowly but surely the robot stirs to life, a small pair of red eyes flicker to life and then it lets out in a monotonous voice, "Power system. Online. Sensor suite. Online. Motory control. Online. Weapon System. Online. Awaiting orders." The youth lets out a whoop and says, "Current orders, enter inactive state, await further orders from commanding officer Alpha-Zero-One." "Wilco." The robot responded with the monotone again before its red eyes darkened.
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