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| ~Gate~ | Feb 16 2009, 11:11 PM Post #11 |
G.A.T.E.
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Present, High Atmosphere above United States A large, high altitude object floated in the higher parts of the atmosphere. Acquiring target....Idaho, LAT locked, LON locked. Engaging systems.. A small object shot out from the larger one, hurtling twoard the ground at a colossal speed. Agent Deployed, ETA to target, 10 minutes... --------------------- Idaho, current position unknown. The skies over the Lancaster's farm were much like any other Idaho day, sunny, nice, calm...generally assuming nothing could possibly ruin the beautiful day other then some mad scientists evil plot to take over the world or some kind of zombie apocalypse. while neither had even the most remote chance of happening, that didn't mean something else couldn't at least make the day slightly more interesting or make something go horribly wrong. And, of course, according to murphy's law, "When something can go wrong, it will." Though very few people could have predicted what would happen next. Approximately seven minutes after the unfortunate farming staff got to work, it appeared: at first, It looked something like a small shining orb, at first, but as it shot down from the sky, the object gradually grew bigger, and bigger, becoming more and more like some kind of meteor streaking out of the sky until.. BOOOOOOOM!! The object, whatever it was, collided in the middle of some kind of potato field, scattering and sending potatoes, plants, seed, and dirt upward and away in what one might consider the largest starch massacre in Idaho history. The object looked like a pill in shape, but its materials we're a heat resistant ceramic. A few clanks echoed from the inside, almost like something was trying to escape. Seconds later, the hatch flew off its hinges, exposing what appeared to be a cabin filled with a mixture of some kind of foam and oversized packing peanuts. "Oh John, we have an experimental transport system we wanted to test, it'll make your trip to Idaho MUCH faster and more comfortable..." Gate said, imitating the voice of his young commanding officer/romantic interest/possible girlfriend/hopefully future squeeze May. Ill take a plane over that any day, unless may wants to join the "Mach-speed-dive-through-the-sky" club. Gate stood up, and surveyed his surroundings. He landed in the middle of, of course, a potato farm. Just his luck, mentioning one four days earlier and now winding up in one, surrounded by potatoes fried and charcoaled by the impact. the area literally smelled like a mix of french fries and dirt. Seconds after surveying the surrounding area, screams echoed out from around the area. "ALIEN!!! ALIEN!!!" oh s***. looks like I better get moving before i get mobbed by potato farmers. Quickly scavenging his equipment from the capsule, he then began his mission... Edited by Gate, Feb 16 2009, 11:40 PM.
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Feb 17 2009, 02:10 AM Post #12 |
Beware the Berserkergang...
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Two years... had it really been two years? A lot had happened after all. Arx had discovered that he had special powers, been captured by a government organization that, as far as he could tell, wanted to turn all of the Exiles into weapons, escaped from an attack on that facility, moved to another facility, escaped that one when it was burned to the ground, moved his administrator himself and two other people to the OTHER government-agency-trying-to-kill-us-all's base to help save his administrator's life after nearly ending it by trying to help before, broken a fellow Exile's arm, escaped from THAT base as IT was exploding, spent a nice night in a hotel to end up arguing with his primal urges manifested in his abilites... ...and somehow, he still made it back home. Weird. Troy, as he was commonly known (he refused to change his name on the account of possible threats) had gone back home to little Summersville, a minuscule town in West Virginia, safely nestled in the mountains. His family was here; if anyone wanted to get to him, they'd have the Dorsey Clan to go through first. He considered it safe... although a bit plain compared to where he expected to be at this time two years ago, before the Exile incident. He still managed to take some classes at the local community college when he should have been attending WVU. It still allowed him to scrape together some form of a college education, working a lot with computers and the like. He'd be able to get a job once he left home, a few years from now after he was completely certain no one was going to shoot him when he went outside of his home. Troy spent most of the days when he wasn't at class or work trying to forget about all that had happened that brought his life to such a standstill. Whenever he thought of it, his powers manifested themselves again, summoning the crystals and, within them, the version of himself that had begun to dwell inside. He had named it "Berserker," or "Serk" for short, since it was essentially his primal tendencies brought into physical form. It still came back up unexpectedly, thus Troy had taken to 'venting' in the distant forests, letting the entity thrash and exist for a while before he forced Serk back again. Tonight, he was laying on his back, looking at the stars. He traced the constellations with his mind, watching the dark skies with utmost care not to miss a single detail. "I used to do this when I was younger," Troy said quietly. Beside him lay his crystals, slowly stretching out into a humanoid form identical to his own, other than the fact it was still the crystal. "I remember," Serk responded. "I remember everything you do after all." Troy cast him a glance. "Really? I thought you were 'just my primal intentions.'" "Well, to be more specific, I'm more like the embodiment of all of your emotions... that includes memories, since when you're feeling nostalgic you feel emotions." Troy nodded, as it made sense. What didn't make sense was that the entity he had named the Berserker - not lightly at all - was now having a decent and coherent conversation with him. "It's only because nothing is happening," Serk said, having read his thoughts. "If there was a threat right now, I'll be on that shit like flies, but in Summersville, there's nothing to do, which means nothing BAD to do." The two sighed, their thoughts having come together on common ground. "I wonder how Aiko and the other Exiles are doing..." "I wonder how Aiko and the other Exiles are doing..." |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 17 2009, 09:33 AM Post #13 |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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CEMP set down the soldering iron, unplugging it, and eventually after that, every other tool he had been using. What lay before looked to be some sort of make-shift, jury rigged device that looked like a four pronged, electric shocker. There was a 'pod' he had managed to put together with screws, duck tape (He had used tape to put together all sorts of during his childhood), and other stuff he couldn't find a name for; inside was a simple circuit that he had welded, getting he parts from his work and Abra. The four prongs were attached to this circuit and power supply. And in some ways, it looked like it wouldn't do anything other that stab out a person's eye; at least anyone except for perhaps CEMP. Perhaps, because now that he was thinking about, he had no idea what he would be able to do with it. He scratched his head, trying to make out what he could use it for, but not idea came; . It had all just came to him when observing every other instruments, compent and device in action at his college, like a new character popping into his head; he had no idea what he would do with him or her yet. When normally putting together an electronic device, you first had to know what you wanted it to do, but ironicly, this was the other way around. The only thing he could come up with was a vague sense that it could act like some kind of useful tool; like how the Beflexor was used by Trish- He was suddenly reminded of B again and everyone else, and wished how he could see them again. Well, aside from once getting Beflexor over (It took some computer manipulation on his end to send her the 'destination.') Without giving a second though, he tapped the phone with his mind while it wa still on the hook, and rung a long-distance call while listening to Christmas Epic by Audix |
"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II  | |
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| +transcon+ | Feb 18 2009, 09:27 AM Post #14 |
Metroid Specialist
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Over the past two years, the creature of the night kept his distance from the Exiles while keeping close tabs on them. Since he couldn't keep tabs on all of them since they were in various parts of the world, he stayed in visual contact on the remaining few that he could. Of course, there wasn't an immediate threat to any of them, so he didn't need to check in with them often. For two years, he maintained his silent vigil. He watched them grow, mature, and even have lives. In a way, he was envious of that: having a life. Transcon did have a life of his own, if it could be called that. Night by night, he hunted as needed. He stole from thieves. He even occasionally played super hero just so he could get funds or material he felt was necessary. Granted, it did make him feel good that he could do something positive with his new found existence as a blood-sucking stone creature of the night. Legends said that gargoyles were always defenders of the night. They were also ornate waterspouts. He thought it was a good thing to keep his existence hidden from the other Exiles. It wasn't like they listened to him in the first place when he needed to be an authority figure. Maybe things had changed now, but still he was a blooded murderer. He still felt that there was no way he could face them with blood on his hands from the two men who tried to kidnap Kies. The gargoyle tried to justify it. They were bad guys. They tried to make a victim out of a young boy. They had it coming. But, really. He lost control over a situation in where the men clearly had no chance against him. They couldn't. They were too wrapped up in their own fear. Even with the bludgeon across his own back, it was harmless. He could have just growled at them. Instead, he frenzied. He had no recollection of what happened while he went ballistic on the two kidnappers, but the aftermath was enough to tell the story. And, to hold on to what was left of his humanity, he watched the Exiles from a distance. Seeing them live on gave him life enough to continue without spiraling out of control. It made him happy that they were successful and safe. They didn't need him. Nevertheless, he lingered in the shadows just in case. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Feb 18 2009, 05:07 PM Post #15 |
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Arx was staring at the stars still, Serk laying beside him. He sighed deeply, then looked over at his 'twin.' "We're home right now... back with mom and dad, my brother's got his own life now, but that's fine, he comes back to visit... everything's nice and peaceful..." He sighed again. "So why don't I feel at home?" "You're crammed," Serk said immediately. "We've both felt it. Think about it, you always wanted to get out and see the world, and what happened? You end up stuck back here with the other thousand family members that never made it out." Arx went back to looking at the stars. "You know what? You're actually probably right. I'm sick of this place. If I want my sanity, I need VARIETY! The only variety in this pissant town is the variety of old-ass people." He slowly stood up, putting careful pressure on his left knee, which flared with pain occasionally anymore. "How about it? Feel like going for a spin around the mountains?" "Does it matter?" Serk replied. "You'd make me do it either way." Arx laughed and moved his hands together, making Serk collapse into a crystalline ball, which then shifted into a long board with fins on the bottom. "I'm going Silver Surfer all over this shit," Arx said before jumping off the board and silently zooming into the skies. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Feb 19 2009, 12:33 AM Post #16 |
I just _____ in the _____.
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As he made his way back to his own office, George Harris sipped a cup of coffee, making a face at how bitter it was. Must have been left over from that morning. He wouldn’t have to worry about drinking it, for when he pushed his door open the cup slipped from his hold and shattered on the cheap linoleum floor just outside the office. The NSA agent reached a shaking hand over to touch the body that stood over his desk, finding it to be as hard as granite. It didn’t look to be one of his and, on inspection of his identity, he was a delivery boy. Harris saw that the boy had just set down a narrow, discreet package addressed that was simply addressed ‘Exile Rip’. Fearing the girl’s safety, Harris figured Obstruction of Correspondence be damned and opened it carefully. Inside lay a dozen paper roses with a note that read: You bring my heart to life, just as these roses. Of course. Ex-agent Neil Benson had had a thing for Rip since meeting her. Harris wasn’t stupid to such things, though he wasn’t sure if Rip returned Neil’s affections, or was even aware of them. Since losing his powers and regaining his sight, Neil had been quite busy, and likely didn’t even know Rip’s office had moved across the building six months ago. That explained the missed mark delivery. There was still a dead statue in his office though. This was most likely an attack but not aimed at the delivery boy, like him, the attacker must have been looking for Rip. Judging from the stone expression he had seen something just before his demise. Harris followed the gaze, played with the position of the door, and found where someone could hide between it and a large houseplant. The delivery boy must have caught sight of the intruder and, not wanting any witnesses they had killed the boy, then run off. Harris couldn’t think of any specific people that would have a personal vendetta against Miss Rip, that left a potential group of people, who clearly had powers. Still, there had to be a more effective ability than this. Why stone? The NSA agent shook his head, deciding not to bring this up to the Exiles, it would only scare them, and Harris wanted to give them as normal a life as possible. He would take care of this himself. With a sigh, Harris closed the box of paper flowers back up and headed back out. When he found one of his agents he handed the box over. “Send this immediately to Miss Rip’s office please and contact a cleanup crew for my office,” gears turned in his head as he spoke, then he nodded. “Also, see if you can find any way to contact Exile Transcon.” It had been two years. There was only a small chance of finding him, but the gargoyle might know something about stone. ~ Exile Arx. Troy. Someone stepped onto the grass he had just been laying on, grinding it under the heel of one shoe. The figure crouched down, running a hand in the destroyed grass, and smelled it. The smell of one with power. The figure ran its hand in the grass again. This time, the blades shuddered, oozing downward and becoming liquid, sinking into the ground. Arx was just a small, dark speck in the night sky now. Damn. ~ Beflexor started awake, a bad dream just on the edge of her memory. She’d been in the middle of watching a movie and dozed off, it was a stupid one anyway. The clock said six. She stretched, stopping in mid yawn when she felt an unfamiliar weight at her stomach, the revolver. Beflexor reached over and set it on an end table, as she did so she looked through the window. The face staring back at her made her scream. Beflexor recognized him, and called out. “Wait!” She popped outside within a second and saw just as he leapt over the fence and into the alleyway behind her house. The teleporter was quick, but he was quicker. It was him, no doubt about it. Her stray hadn’t approached her in a long time, but now, something was pushing him toward her, closer. He was trying so hard to stay away, but at the same time he seemed like he was trying to do something too. The others had to know. ~ “All’s well, more or less.” More or less. More or less. Victoria Black rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the doctor’s office. By ‘more or less’ he’d really meant ‘except for the fact that you don’t know shit and couldn’t stand up if you were drowning in the stuff.’ Victoria muttered to herself as she fought against the step between the sidewalk and pavement in her wheelchair. “Protect the cripple, maybe she doesn’t know she can’t walk. I’m certainly not going to be the one to tell her.” Uh huh. As she made her way across the street (by way of the crosswalk, just in case a car might hit her a let her walk again) someone bumped into her. The only other person, crossing the street, bumped into her. Victoria would have turned and snarled her displeasure at him when she suddenly pitched over and out of her chair. How? How do you hurt a computer? You can unplug it, but that would be too simple. You can take a hammer to it, but that’s quick and, while fun, it can be quite unfulfilling. Or… I like ‘or’. Or you can download as much as you can, as fast as you can, overload it, make it cry out, make it cry tears of light, make the fans stop until it screams with overheated agony. That. That is how you hurt a computer. I wonder what CEMP stands for anyway… Victoria's cheek scraped against the rough asphalt, but she was too startled to cry out. She had somehow felt someone’s thoughts. Dark, sinister, blood curdling thoughts of torture and pain, something that had very little to do with computers. The light turned green and cars honked at her, impatient people getting from one destination to another, or at least they were, now she was hindering the suit and ties. Whoever…Cemp…was, she had to warn him. Victoria wracked her brain for a moment, trying to find if she had any other information she might have gleaned from her sinister passerby, oddly enough, she came up with a phone number and address. That sick bastard knew where Cemp lived, too. She hauled herself back into her wheelchair, brushing bits of gravel out of her skin and shakily making her way to a phone booth. Just when Cemp was thinking of calling Beflexor, the phone rang. |
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| ~Tvae~ | Feb 19 2009, 04:07 AM Post #17 |
Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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((OOC: MEGA POST OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! Sorry it's so long... >.>)) As the pickup pulled up at the end of the side-road leading into the forest, Justin pulled out a hundred dollars of his emergency cash (which he had gotten at the hotel, the rest was still back in his room at the NSA base) and handed it to the man in thanks, but he refused to take it for fear of the NSA coming after him if things went south. Justin shrugged, said his thanks once more, and turned and began heading down the road which led to the base. He heard the pickup begin to pull away behind him, and then... BANG. BANG, BANG. His reflexes, although rusty, were still astute enough that he immediately ducked and rolled off the road. Peering through a bush, he could just make out the truck, which was no longer accelerating and slowly veering off the road. There were two bullet holes in the windshield, and the driver's head was lolling sickeningly to one side, red everywhere. He looked around, but could see no indication of where the shots had come from. Oh god oh god... Someone must have gotten wind of my inquiries... The Grays? Maybe, but... He shook his head. Time for musings later. He waited five minutes to see what would happen next, but nothing happened. The truck remained at the side of the road where it had finally stopped, no more shots were fired, nothing moved... After ten minutes, Justin began to get freaked out by the absence of anything. Fifteen. Twenty. At this point, Justin knew full well that it was a trap - he was no serial killer, yet he was fairly certain you don't just shoot someone then let the witness run free. He didn't really want to move, for fear of giving away his position, yet - what choice did he have? Besides, it's not like the shooter wouldn't already have the upper hand anyways. And, if he could get close enough to the base, maybe the gunshots (if there were any) would alert a guard. Reaching a decision, adrenaline started flowing through his veins as he prepped himself to sprint from his hiding spot. ___________________________________________________________________________ Present time... It had taken Justin a bit of convincing to get Kaitlynn to consider letting him go. She was very protective of him, especially since he had some... odd habits. Such as talking to himself. However, another of these habits was large periods of time during which he would just leave without saying where he was going, so for him to actually give her a reason as to his leaving... She just couldn't say no. From then, it had been a simple matter to acquire a ticket to Greece, pack, then catch a bus to the airport. He didn't worry about missing classes, either - after all, it was the summer quarter, and he was only taking classes to pass the time. ___________________________________________________________________________ In Greece... My first time in Europe... Under conditions I never expected to be under... ever, really. "Actually, your second time in Europe." Look, if what you said is true... And I don't discount it, I mean, it does make sense... I still wouldn't count that as my first time. I mean, my body might have been there, but I wasn't. Justin stood on the balcony of a room at the hotel next to the airport, which overlooked the Mediterranean Sea. Although he himself knew no Greek, he still managed to get by, mainly with the help of... Sigh. Hey, Ethan... "Woah, you actually used my name! I was beginning to wonder if you even remembered what it was!" Yeah, I was just afraid that if I actually referred to the voice in my head by name, I would be giving in to the delusions that it actually exists. "Ouch. That's harsh." Anyways, I was just wondering where exactly we're supposed to find this friend of yours, and how we're supposed to get there. I mean, I can't rent a car, as I've never bothered getting a license. And if it's on the other side of the country, walking is pretty much out... Public transportation? "Don't worry, it's not that far. And even if it was, you not having a license isn't a problem." ...Why does that utterly terrify me. "Hey, just because you don't know anyone, doesn't mean that I don't. I've been around a long time, I have connections. I would just need to take over for a bit." You mean like... take control... of my body? "Yeah, just for a short time." And with that, Justin felt control his body wrenched away from him. He was still there, in his head, watching what was going on, he just wasn't... in control. It had happened before in recent times, but he still wasn't used to it. His body, now in Ethan's control, walked back into the hotel room and picked up the phone. It punched in a series of numbers, and put the receiver up to his ear. He could hear the phone ringing, could feel it in his hand, but... It wasn't him doing it. A voice answered, in Greek, and then something else happened which stepped the freakiness level up a whole notch. His heard his own voice respond... in Greek. The conversation continued for a while, yet he had no idea what he, or the other voice, was saying. ___________________________________________________________________________ One rental car and car ride later... "So, here we are." Pretty house. "Indeed. Look, if it's all right, I'd like to take over and do the talking... She may need some convincing, to convince her it's actually me." Well, you've already done it once today. Go ahead. "Thank you." His body, once again in Ethan's control, walked up to the door of the villa and knocked. "Kali? You there? This is... A friend. I'm here on behalf of Ethan," he spoke in English. As soon as he said the name Ethan, the door whipped open, revealing a woman in her late 70's. She was still pretty, despite her age, and she looked at Justin-Ethan in wonder. She opened her mouth, shut it, and opened it, as if trying to find words. Finally she responded (also in English) "Ethan? Is it really you...? I see you've... Well, found a new body." "Yes, well, that's why I've come... You know that vow I took? About which bodies I would inhabit?" The woman nodded serenely. "Of course, you used to recite it constantly, after what happened with Cecelia... Let's see, 'I will never inhabit a body which already has a stable consciousness within it, not even to save that body's life, for a death in one's own body is infinitely better than a life stuck with another conscious being.'" Justin, now in the second place position within his own mind, couldn't help but mentally comment on the vow, "You've never told me of this vow. I guess that's why you're so up for helping me try to find a way to get you out..." Ethan nodded mentally. Yes, I try to only take control of those who have left their own bodies behind... coma patients with no family, mental patients, what have you. I feel bad about it, but that's why I only do it to those with nothing left to them anyways, not even their sanity. Physically, he gave a smile, and remarked "I see your memory is as perfect as ever. And your other ability? Still working, I hope?" Kali moved back, allowing the pair-in-one to enter the abode. She raised her eyebrows slightly at his comment, but still responded, "Yes, as far as I can tell. I've been practicing with identifying specifics, but I still am unable to track them down... Why?" Before Ethan could answer, she put two and two together, "...You inhabited the body of a conscious. Oh dear, I'm guessing this happened by accident? Er... Hello to the other, who's name I do not know..." "Justin, his name is Justin. He has allowed me control for this conversation, for which I thank him. As it so happens, we think you may be able to help us out of this situation..." "How? You know my power, I can only detect powers nearby, I cannot even identify which power comes from which person. There's at least two others with power within the nearby area, besides yourself... Who they are, though, your guess is as good as mine. Even if I can identify someone with a power which could help, how would we find them?" Ethan smiled again. "Well, as it so happens, that will hopefully be plenty. Justin, care to explain more?" And with that, Ethan left the controls of the body, allowing Justin to take over once more. "Er, yes. Ummm, hello, I'm Justin." The elderly woman smiled knowingly. "So I've heard." Justin nodded. "Well, the thing is, I also have a power. I can..." He paused and lifted his left arm, trying to get it to melt. When nothing happened, he lowered it again. "Well, I can turn into water. I just can't control it. We think, if I can get my power to work, Ethan should be released from my body. Also, it just so happens that I know someone who has the power to send energy to others... If we can find her, I might be able to get my powers to work long enough to let me... well, melt." Kali sat down in a large chair, and rested her head back thoughtfully. "A conductor, I'm assuming. I've sensed someone with a similar power before, but that was a long, long time ago. I'm sorry, but I doubt I could help..." Justin nodded, slightly downtrodden, but not yet beaten. "We kind of expected that... Well, the thing is, I actually knew a whole group of people with powers. We all got them in this accident with some top-secret government project or some such... If I could even find one, they might be able to help me find Aiko. I've just lost all contact with them for the time being." "Aiko? I'm guessing that's the name of the person we're searching for. Well, it's still unlikely, but start listing the powers they have, I'll see if any ring a bell." Justin nodded, a shred of hope taking root in his chest. "Let's see... A shapeshifter, who could turn into other animals... Ummm... Pyrokinesis, communication with computers, one got turned into a gargoyle... the, heh, ability to turn origami into real objects," Kali raised her eyebrows at this, "a kid who could change sizes... oh, and a teleporter." He paused to think of others, but before he could continue, Kali spoke again. "A teleporter." Justin nodded. "Well, you're in luck, teleporters are very, very rare, even among those with powers - I've only felt two or three my entire life. As it so happens, though, there's one I know of who owns a delivery service... Anywhere in the world, overnight. Of course, everyone else has no idea of his power, but I always sense him when he pops in to pick up or drop off deliveries. He might be the one you're looking for." Justin shook his head. "No, the one I knew was a girl..." The woman laughed. "Doesn't matter, I can't identify gender. I just always use he when talking about unknowns. She it is, then. I've actually used her service myself, to be honest. You just email her with what you want delivered, your present location, and the next day it's there. Amazing work she does, really." Justin smiled. "An email address, you say? Perfect. Do you have a computer I can use?" The elder rolled her eyes. "Kids these days and their technology. Go, through that door in the back. Ethan, I trust you to keep him in line, normally I don't trust strangers... Knowing that there is those with powers out there has always made me slightly paranoid." Justin thanked Kali, who shrugged it off as nothing. "I'm just surprised I could help is all," she said. ___________________________________________________________________________ E-mail to Beflexor (In this case known as "The Deliverator"). I have a very important package I need delivered, which I hope you can help out with. For safety reasons, you should know that it is a "TVAE". It is currently in Greece, and I require it returned to America. More instructions are included on the package. I can only hope that you are as efficient as I've heard rumored. Thank you in advance, if you can help. Edited by Tvae, Mar 7 2009, 06:13 PM.
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| ~RipTheJacker~ | Feb 19 2009, 10:28 AM Post #18 |
Darthanis's official secretary
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((OOC: I'll 'splain later)) Rip stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. She straitened her blouse before striding to her boss's door. Her fingers slid carefully across the cold metal nob, She took a deep breath and opened the door a few inches. "Em?" she started "Do you thi-" she was interrupted by a knock on her own door. She made an exasperated face at the exile. "They always bother me, and never you." she grumbled, closing his door behind her. "Come in!" Rip quickly grabbed her shoes and slipped them on before her own door opened. "A package for Miss Rip." The messenger said flatly. She took the package gingerly. "Thanks, you can go now." She waved the messenger away and turned to her desk. She stared at the package quizzically, none of her paperwork came addressed like this. Ever so carefully she folded the top of the envelope up. "Is it a bomb? No, it never would have gotten through." She peered in quizzically, expecting something dastardly; she was greeted by paper roses instead. She felt her face grow warm. The paper roses bounced around on the desk as she carefully poured out the contents of the envelope. "Was it from..." She stared wistfully at her boss's door, growing redder. "Dammit Lish, you're crazy today." Rip grumbled. She stared at the note. A girl could dream. She let out a sigh and fetched a vase, blowing on each flower as she arranged the roses. The paper grew into petals and bloomed quickly, brightening up the room more and more each time. Whoever they came from, they were beautiful now. Edited by RipTheJacker, Feb 19 2009, 10:30 AM.
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| ~DJChilllyPhil~ | Feb 20 2009, 04:34 AM Post #19 |
Too bad@$$ to have a FACE?! Maybe...
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"So...one big bank run..." *A lot can happen in two years, especially after going through some very unique events and changes. Phil knew this firsthand. In the two years that had passed since that very eventful day with the Exiles, he had gone back to college for a year before deciding to take a semester off and "cool off" at his Southern Florida home. This gave him a chance to figure out what he could do now that he was in such a peculiar situation. Afterwards, he began to take a few evening/night classes at a nearby community college, opening up his days to participate in a service he dubbed "Gopher's Inc." With a tagline like "We Gopher stuff!", it doesn't have to take a rocket scientist to figure out what he did: Take odd jobs and errands from people (mostly, if not all, from family) which included picking up things from retail stores, transporting cargo from sellers back to his mother's warehouse, or what the usual: going to the bank.* "So these are for Colonial and these are for Community, right? "Yeah. And make sure they're-" "In before 2:00, I know...Alright then, I'll see you later!" *Walking out of the office of said warehouse, he waved goodbye to his mother and her co-workers before closing the door and walking over to his waiting white pickup truck.* "Should be easy...and afterwards, LUNCH! Heh ha ha ha~..." *It wasn't uncommon that Phil would talk to himself. It was his way of planning out how things would go for the day, or at least the near future. Reaching down at his hip, he pulled a carabiner clip from a belt loop on his khaki shorts and quickly flipped through the various keychains before taking hold of his car keys, pressing a button on the keyfob(sp?) that unlocked the door that seemed to open automatically for him.* "Let's go..." *What looked like a pretty nifty automotive feature was actually Phil utilizing his power: the spectral entity known as a Stand to him. The human figure he saw smiled along with him as he climbed into the driver's seat of the truck, closing the door after he settled in. Seconds after buckling his seat belt, he turned the key and the engine rumbled to life.* "Another day, another...bank run...Heh..." *Phil put the truck in gear and drove out of the parking lot, heading down the road to where his first financial destination was...* |
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"Listen well! I'll stand on top of all living things! I am now a new creature that cuts open the future!" "Weakling, Weakling!" "It's useless useless USELESS!" "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" | |
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| +Aiko+ | Feb 20 2009, 10:51 AM Post #20 |
Roffel House!
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Unlike some of the other Exiles, Aiko had not bothered to hide or change her identity. Even before she gained her power, she had gained a professional reputation that made it impossible for her to just disappear and try again. Her field was too small for her to vanish or change names, and this far in her career she had no desire to start over again. Her power gave her a small degree of protection from things such as sabotage or booby traps, but it was really Zack and Neil who looked after her. They never told her what they did behind the scenes to make sure she stayed safe, and she honestly didn’t know. But, over the two years since the Exiles had split up, she, Neil, and most especially Zack, had become really good friends. She helped them with their detective work every once in a while, but they tried to limit her involvement in their cases. It suited her fine. Pattern-reader or not, she’d rather leave the investigating to professionals. Aiko tried not to laugh at Zack while he fumbled with the receiver in his ear. She took the distraction as an opportunity to set her stuff down. She hadn’t missed the slight tweak of his hand as it exited his pocket. He had documents for her to look at, and she was more than willing to help out. She grabbed her wallet and cell phone out of one of the pockets on her backpack, then walked forward and put her arm across Zack’s shoulder and escorted the sputtering man down the stairs and to his car. “I’d be glad to eat breakfast with you,” she interrupted his nervous ramblings. An old pattern emerged, one that made her blush every time, and her smile deepened. She doubted he had good news; she was the very last person he and Neil came if a case went cold. The last case they gave her, an investigation about the murder of a little boy, had given her nightmares for days. She was able to piece together the vague clues to tell a horrific story, and then had helped them find sufficient evidence at the crime scene for their case to stand up in court. “How’s everybody doing, anyway? The only people I really keep in contact with are Cemp and Arx. And before you ask, yes, they’re doing fine. Cemp’s as obsessive about technology as ever, although his newest hobby is soldering. You should hear him go on and on about solder flows and resistors and such. Arx and I don’t talk much, but he seems to be doing good over in West Virginia. I think he’s getting tired of the mundane though.” Zack’s wits had somewhat returned, and he kindly opened the car door for her. She smirked in amusement and wondered if she should curtsy, but decided she didn’t want to discourage his chivalrous behavior. She rather liked it. She hopped into the car and the two of them were quiet for a bit while Zack focused on trying to get out of her tricky driveway. “So…. how’s Neil?” she asked, feeling like the atmosphere in the car had just gotten awkward. |
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