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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Oct 27 2009, 04:43 PM Post #301 |
Ginyu Force Reject; Nazi Teddy Bear Commodore
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"Whoa! Hey now!" Curon said, putting himself between the agent with the pistol and Victoria. "No one's shooting anyone, at least not right away," Curon said, keeping his hands in front of him to show he wasn't armed. "This girl did...did something weird, but I was about to die a little while ago, but she--she somehow healed my wounds, dude. I don't know your reasons for threatening her, but put the gun away, she's--" He said, before looking over his shoulder over at both Victoria and Aiko. "Well, she's good in my book, anyway." Curon stayed where he was, keeping an eye not only on the head agent, but on the others as well. This whole situation could absolutely explode at any minute, and that was something Curon didn't want. "And, yeah, I'm sort of new to this group. I don't have any special powers or anything. Might know me better as 'Curtis Thompson' though..." He offered, revealing his true name. If it didn't click in any of these agents' heads, it was probably in a database somewhere for their reference. "...or you might not, depends on the kind of information you're privvy to. Still, let's go back to the subject at hand: Why we're here and what you heard about...Transcon," Curon said hesitantly, hoping he said the name right. The circumstances in which Transcon left them were rather negative to say the least, but Curon still wanted to know why Transcon had just shown up at a facility like this. "C'mon, we can all be friends here." |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Oct 27 2009, 10:11 PM Post #302 |
Beware the Berserkergang...
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Troy nodded at Harris' arrival, half-listening as he rambled on about 'old faces' and such things. He tended to half-listen to most things NSA agents - or any agents for that matter - had to say, for reasons of distrust. He preferred to see things himself. So, when Transcon was mentioned, and he finally started listening fully, his interest was piqued. Harris was a man he'd known to lie before, but Troy was willing to take a chance. After all, it made sense. Transcon wanted to work with people who had answers or weren't going to rush into things as much as the young Exiles did. So, of course he would come here, to the office of stuffy business executives with special powers. Troy raised a brow, though, toward Harris' raising a gun to Victoria. Curon had positioned himself between the two, and he expected CEMP to soon act as well. So, as his typical background-dwelling self, Troy merely spoke what was obvious. "That shot wouldn't make it halfway without someone doing something about it. Think now, Harris, we're the Exiles. It's been years since you saw us last. Our powers have only grown." Then, he motioned toward Victoria. "And, she's changed. Why don't you ask her about it instead of killing her? It's much more polite." He grinned. The crystal had subtly crept over his feet as boots as he talked. "As for me, I think I'm going to escort myself upstairs. Your office is on the top floor, right? With your ego, I would expect so. Now, if you'll excuse me..." With a small laugh, he shot off of the ground, easily soaring to the top floor of the building. He noted a large shadow through the glass windows, and, upon looking at it more closely... saw a familiar stone gargoyle. Gently, he floated toward the window, passing through the glass as if it were water, his feet grounding themselves right by Neil's forehead. "Sorry," he said calmly, "didn't see you there." Then, he looked to Transcon. "And I think I owe you an even bigger apology. But... I think I'll wait until you can move for that, hmm? That way you can sock me again if I mess up." He chuckled, but only temporarily, as he then looked to Neil. "I'm sorry, but aren't you supposed to be dead? That's what I heard." ~ M smiled. Cymric was always so cheerful, in spite of what had happened that one time. "You know, I don't think he'll be buying anything right now. These other two were... well, they were escapees. Best we can figure they managed to escape during the processing phase, before they were given a permanent cell. One's an instrumentalist sound user, the other can make acid or something. Hasn't talked since he got there... or here for that matter." He looked at Beflexor, tied to the bed. "If you want," he said, speaking directly to her, "I can bring them over so you all will have someone to talk to. It can get kinda lonely down here." There was a small pause, before he spoke up again. "And why is she tied to the bed like that? Is she... oh, a teleporter, right? Nevermind." Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Oct 28 2009, 11:30 AM.
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Oct 30 2009, 01:38 AM Post #303 |
Welcome To War
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Nate nearly dropped the phone when he heard who was on the other end of the line. He was too surprised and relieved to roll his eyes at the webcomic-derived phrase Mason used to express his own relief. "Jesus fucking Christ, man, I'm relieved to hear your still alive too," Nate said as he slumped in his seat, letting his whole body relax. The plasma claws on his left hand, however, did not go away, but almost seemed to solidify. Mason's explanation of what had happened last time they talked - or rather, lack thereof - had been greeted with a little silent skepticism. It was Nate's friend's next words, however, that made him really suspicious. Especially the mention of the N.S.A. "Quit bullshitting me right now, Mason," Nate said, lowering his voice and looking out the window. "At this moment, I'm sitting right outside the headquarters of that very government agency. I think I've seen enough in the past twenty-four hours to believe just about anything except what you just told me. You aren't on a school trip. Something happened, and you're running. Tell me everything and get your ass over here, in whichever order you prefer." In that time, Nate's whole left forearm was engulfed by red plasma. If one looked closely, it would almost appear to be covered in fur. Which, if one stopped to consider the temperatures the plasma reached, was incredibly ironic. (OOC: Hair still burns better than skin, Mason. I will STILL make that argument, despite my own flamability.) |
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"Why does everyone still call me 'kid'? I mean, seriously, right now, there's five twelve-year-olds helping fight this battle, and you're calling a nineteen-year-old gunnery sergeant 'kid'? I think I deserve a little bit more respect than that!" "Sure thing, kid." ~ exchange between Gunnery Sergeant Vanessa L. Hansen and Captain Mason N. Dowling in Sami's War | |
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| ~Emperor~ | Oct 31 2009, 10:47 AM Post #304 |
Ze Imp
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“Korat, I've still got my stuff to put away, and then...” Keein trailed off mid-sentence once he realized that he couldn't change her mind about leaving right away. She quickly took him by the arm and nearly dragged him outside...nonetheless, he continued to hold onto the binder he had brought, partially out of its importance, and partially out of a fear of misplacing it. He only set it down – and somewhat belatedly - after she had led him and Phil outside to one of the clearings near the orchards. Even so, it was hard not to catch her enthusiasm, especially with the plants' responses to her. Keein soon found his mood lightening considerably despite his efforts to remain serious. Her next suggestion, however, caught him off-guard somewhat. “I don't know,” was his immediate response. He didn't really consider himself particularly good at well, any kind of fighting. Phil seemed to like the idea though, and he had taken Karate lessons a while ago. A long while ago. But something else nagged at his mind a bit, and he turned towards Phil. “I mean,” “If you're to demonstrate your powers, it doesn't quite seem fair...” He glanced around and spotted Phil's stand again, though he did not know to call it that, and mulled over things slightly. “I suppose I could use my powers, though they're... uhm, not exactly useful in fighting.” The only time he had done anything of the sort had been about two years before then, and right after he had become aware of his powers. It had been a few weeks after his release from the hospital aftercare, which was months after he had gained the powers. That was what he was able to conclude at least, given what had happened. Although the accident that wound him in the hospital had put him out for months, he couldn't remember anything from it. Or for that matter, an extensive part of the time period before and after the accident. The doctors had mentioned something about brain damage, though what they told him after that shook him up much, much more. That was one of the things he remembered vividly, when they had told him what had happened to the other passenger in the car. She had only been fifteen... Dammit, focus, he thought suddenly, trying to push the details out of his mind. Now wasn't the time to think about the car accident, he had gone through many months of getting past that. And there were other matters at hand. After this brief internal moment he glanced at Korat, remembering the current question that was in the air. He hadn't explained his powers to Phil, but Korat was usually pretty good at gauging things. “What do you think?” Edited by Emperor, Oct 31 2009, 12:06 PM.
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| ~Jedi~ | Nov 1 2009, 09:46 PM Post #305 |
Anthropomorphically Awesome Jedi Knight
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Mason glanced sideways at Ethan, who had snipped about the name. "Harsh," he said quietly, putting his hand over the reciever of the phone. He was about to add something else when Nate spoke up. Mason's face grew a little pale as he heard his friend reveal that he was, in fact, outside of the N.S.A building at that very moment. Mason stuttered a few times, his brain racing to come up with something, some reason to the negative of Nate's beliefs, as it often did when faced with a situation that wouldn't end well. Finally, though, he sighed and conceded. "It's not just me. And...it's complicated," he said into the receiver, glancing over at Ethan. Nate was actually the last person he had expected to get tangled up in this mess. Mason didn't know why he was at the N.S.A too, or, for that matter, why they were even going there in the first place. He was just following Ethan. "I'll see you there." Mason hung up the phone slowly, and sighed. He put his arm across the top of the phone stand and thumped his head against it once, trying to make his head understand everything that was going on. He was tired of being out of the loop, and wanted answers. He straightened up and looked at Ethan. "Lets go, I hope you know where this place is." Mason walked to the car and pried the driver's side door open. ------------------------------------ Flora was getting bored watching him talk on the phone. The regenerator had gone to the bathroom and come back out, but other than that they were just standing around. She was idly shooting small streaks of lightning between her fingertips when the manamancer hung up the phone and said something to his friend. They walked towards the stolen Hummer and got in, and she turned on her Buick after having let it run the AC and radio on battery power for a little while. She waited a minute after they pulled out to follow them, keeping her distance as they made their way through D.C. "What," she said to herself, "are you up to...?" She played out the map of the Capital in her head. They weren't headed towards the Monuments or the Capital building itself, and they weren't going to the White House, though she doubted they were here for sight-seeing at all. That left the mall, some of the Historic cemeteries, and- That's when it hit her. "N.S.A....clever boys," she thought out loud, smirking. She'd let them play their game before making her move, or otherwise reporting back to headquarters. |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 2 2009, 09:31 PM Post #306 |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Tim immediately jumped and became nervous when agent Harris made an appearance - he still wasn't quite used to be around all these NSA agents, there beings guns and all and the possibility of violence. However, he was nervous for another reason which became very apparent and made him swear inwardly in concern - although strangely, he did not immediately leap to her protection, or if directly at all, as he felt something hold him back mentally. Leave her, a part of him thought, she should be able to handle herself fine by now. No need to endanger yourself and embarrassingly become the knight in shining armor. True, he complied, but then he felt the warmth of Victoria's hand on his own arm, and his gaze softened. But that doesn't I can't aid in easing t he tension of the situation. Good point. Another ghostly apparition appeared overlapping Tim's body, but this one was the metal entity that had been 'there' when Tim had punched Transcon, the odd device also forming into the 'fist' he had used. It was quite a bizarre sight, especially since it looked like two people were looking at Harris from the exact same spot, but spoke like a single mind. He raised his metal hand in a motion for him to calm down. "While I admit Troy's words were spoken a bit awkwardly, he does have a point. More over, we're getting a little paranoid, though I admit you probably have justifiable reasons to be so. Still..." he made a sympathetic, momentary gaze at Victoria, "she's...been through a lot, and it's complicated. She sorta...lost her memory...and sorta kinda has it back." "Ok, well I know that's not very convincing," he said with a wince; he was sometimes a little too on occasions. "But seriously, have you ever checked the morgue to see if his corpse is still there. In any case, all we need to do is talk to you about some twit named Mr. Laird." |
"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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| +Aiko+ | Nov 6 2009, 10:39 AM Post #307 |
Roffel House!
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(OOC: Sorry, this is a quickie. I'm going to be away all weekend. Jedi, I'll post for Ethan when I get back.) In a past life Aiko may have been intimidated by someone with the authority of Agent Harris. This time, however, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Setting the ice cream down on the hood of the beat up van, she walked up to Harris with the menacing glare only a woman could truly pull off. “If anyone should hate her, it’s me. You don’t have to like her, but you sure as hell aren’t going to deny us access to the protection you,” she jabbed a finger into his chest hard enough to leave a bruise, “promised us. We’re under attack. Two of us are missing. There’s no deception here. I,” Aiko leaned in closer and hissed through her teeth, “would’ve felt it.” While that wasn’t the complete truth, it wasn’t a complete lie either. Aiko couldn’t directly tell if someone was lying or not, but she’d noticed over the years that people who did held a different pattern to them. Victoria had not been faking her amnesia. There was no way someone could fake chaos on that level. Her pattern had shifted and changed color since then. “She’s an Exile now. She’s my responsibility,” Aiko said firmly. “Oh, and one more thing. I’m asking nicely if you’ll let us go see this supposed Neil impersonator. I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if you get over your high and mighty routine and let us in.” |
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| ~beflexor~ | Nov 8 2009, 03:52 PM Post #308 |
I just _____ in the _____.
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Korat grinned, “Oh I didn’t say anything about him fighting you, Keein,” she sized Phil up, “Why don’t you try against me first, or are you afraid of being beaten by a girl? Keein, you can use this opportunity to adjust your powers a bit, I know you’re not used to them, and I don’t want anyone really getting hurt here. I mean, do either of you want to get Doc the Vooh involved? Anyway, you can fight the winner.” She turned back to Phil, and her smile disappeared, replaced by an entirely serious expression. “Now, don’t think I can just use the pretty poppies at my disposal.” The ground beneath Phil’s shoes rippled, like the grass was made of water, that, or something underneath it was moving. ~ Arx made Neil jump when he spoke, but mostly because his eyes were closed and he didn’t see the Exile coming. It’s gotten too easy to rely on sight these days he thought silently. “People seem to be thinking that a lot lately,” he replied, his shoulders moving on occasion. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet. “Did you know I’ve actually faked my death twice? Once when I was undercover against a group of drug lords, you’d be surprised what people say in front of a blind man. The other was when we were heading into the underground base of a bunch of freaks who liked to take apart people like us. They were fascinated with my eyes, since I could see who had powers at the time. We almost botched the job, and there was a scalpel just inches from my eye- there.” The rope slid free from Neil’s wrists and he opened his eyes with a wry smile. He stood up and immediately took off at a run, shouting behind him, “Sorry but I’ll have to continue the story later. I have someone I need to talk to right now.” He ran down the halls and would have missed her were it not for the broken bits of carafe he stepped on with his still-bare feet, causing him to yelp in pain as the glass bit him. He sat down to pick out a piece of glass when he saw her. “Rip!” Neil exclaimed, staring up at her with a mixture of feelings. Once the glass was free, the wound closed almost instantly. ~ It was amazing how loyal the Exile’s were to each other, Harris thought, and apparently Obsidian had been taken under their wing as well as Bashid. The problem was, which one was going to be the most trouble? “It’s true sir,” Zack began, “Obsidian has apparently been lost, even to herself, for two years-“ Harris lowered his gun, “I’ll let her in if it means no more speeches at me. One more and I’ll turn this damn gun on myself. I trust you guys,” he said, looking at each one in turn, “so I’m putting the lives of every man, woman, and yes, child, here in your hands. Bashid!” he called, managing to get the Dasher’s attention, “Get over here!” Bashid did and he laughed before both men embraced, “Oh it’s good to see you Bashid. I know how you are but didn’t I make you memorize my phone number so you could call?” Victoria paled. “Eight, six, seven, five, three, oh, niiine!” Bashid replied musically. Harris then let go of Bashid and turned to Victoria, crouching down so they were eye to eye, he glanced up at Cemp to assure him it was okay before turning back to Victoria, speaking in a soft tone. “I assume this wheelchair isn’t a hoax.” “It’s not,” she replied quickly. “Quite a bit must have happened.” “It did.” “Do you ever regret leaving the NSA, leaving your father the way he is?” Bashid had already run off again and was smearing Aiko’s abandoned box of ice cream on the wheel of the van. “I don’t regret it at all. I still stand by my reasons for leaving, but my actions after that are what I regret now. With a fresh perspective I can see that now.” He opened his arms as though expecting her to be able to leap out of her chair. Instead she replied, “I’m not a little girl anymore Uncle George.” “Fair enough.” He stood up and made a motion for the rest of the agents to disperse back to their regular duties before speaking again. “Come with me and we’ll all decide on the fate of this would-be doppelganger of Neil. I’m sure Rip and Em would both be pleased to see you as well. Exile Curon,” he said without looking back as he headed inside. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you just yet. Yes, we’re familiar with you, we have records on all the Exiles, including the ones that don’t have powers. While it was the website that gave them their powers, the Exiles are actually some of the most probable to develop them naturally on their own, so we generally still keep an eye on them all in one way or another.” ~ “I think that would be a good idea,” Cymric said to M. “It’ll give all three a chance to adjust to their surroundings.” They’re talking about us like we’re animals in captivity, Beflexor thought silently. Cymric, unaware of her captor’s thoughts, continued. “You bring the other two, and I’ll see about getting the teleporter into a more mobile position.” She opened a cabinet on the wall, revealing a length of cord with a handcuff on one end. The handcuff was designed like a choke collar. She attached it to Beflexor’s wrist before untying the straps to the bed. “Don’t freak out about the design of the handcuff too much. With the regular design we had people ripping their own hands off trying to get away. With this it helps discourage things getting to that point.” Beflexor held her hand close, as though it might pop off on its own. “It was you, wasn’t it? You, Laird, and the Voohs are all responsible for the disappearances and murders. That woman in Russia…” Cymric bit her lower lip, “Like I said, the design of the cuff is much better here,” With M gone to get the others she seemed to relax a bit. “Look, I’m really sorry we have to treat you this way, but since you’re a teleporter we have to treat you differently. I promise to make things as comfortable as I can within limits. Now, I hope you make good friends with whoever is coming.” With that she turned invisible, though whether or not she left the room, Beflexor didn’t know. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Nov 8 2009, 04:34 PM Post #309 |
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Curon laughed. "Alright, something to look forward to, then," Curon said. His smile, however, immediately faded as he looked down at his human hands. His mortal, human hands. 'Yeah, right,' Curon thought to himself. 'I may have been pulled into a comic, but I doubt I'll be anything like these guys, these Exiles. I'm just another joe off the street...' Curon thought to himself, and that didn't improve his mood either. However, he did pull out a pipe, a book of matches, and a packet of pipe tabacco from one of his pockets and waved to the other Exiles. "Eh, go on without me, I'll take a smoke out here..." He said, starting to pack the tabacco into the pipe with a particular diligence. He really didn't want to look at the other Exiles right now, and to be honest, being alone for a good ten minutes suited him fine. He liked every single one of them like a friend, but he wasn't in the mood to be reminded AGAIN that he was the weakness of the bunch. As soon as everyone was inside (or those that wanted to be inside) he lit a match and set the pile of Tabacco alight, taking a good whiff of the fine tabacco. Already, he could feel the nicotine enter his mouth, and slowly start to relax him, not only ease his slowly-growing-headache, but also some of the tension in his muscles and joints. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...' Curon thought to himself as he set aside time for himself to do just that: Think. |
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| ~DJChilllyPhil~ | Nov 10 2009, 12:22 AM Post #310 |
Too bad@$$ to have a FACE?! Maybe...
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*Phil looked over at Keein as he spoke his mind about not wanting to spar. He understood what he was trying to say, tilting his head as he thought about the situation. That was when Korat spoke up* "Hm?..." *It seemed that she had volunteered herself to be the first one to spar against him. While he wasn't sure or comfortable about the idea of fighting against a girl in the first place, the expression Korat soon showed caught his attention* "Hm?..." *After she made her statement about having more than poppies at her disposal, he felt something beneath him moving, causing his eyes to widen slightly* "..." *Phil quickly brought his foot down, stomping on the ground. At the exact instant it made contact, his Stand appeared behind him, pulling him into the air in an arc that brought him a couple feet away from where he once stood. It had the visual effect of him taking a super-powered jump.* "Wha...?" *He looked back at the rippling grassy area, wondering what exactly was causing it. To be prepared, his Stand quickly moved in front of him, trying to spot the cause of the movements as well.* |
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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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