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| Topic Started: Jan 12 2008, 06:53 PM (5,435 Views) | |
| +Aiko+ | Jan 12 2008, 06:53 PM Post #1 |
Roffel House!
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(OOC: The first 22 pages of this RP can be found HERE) Aiko was snoozing on her desk with her head propped in her hands when she heard a knock on her door. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. She seriously needed more sleep. This nocturnal schedule of hers was her way of trying to show Transcon she cared, even if she didn’t see much him lately. But she wasn’t a nightowl by any stretch of the word, and the transition hadn’t gone very smoothly. “Hey, ummm, Aiko, would it hurt to have a small chat?” came a muffled, familiar voice through the door. She grinned, happy for the break. Most of the other Exiles seemed to be pretty shy around her and she rarely got visitors. She couldn’t really blame them, although she found it silly that they treated her like some sort of authority figure when all she did was run an online forum. It wasn’t like she was a cop or anything. Her computer beeped and she cast it a quick look, wondering what made Windows complain now. She did a double take when she saw the pop up, then remembered Cemp’s ability. With a chuckle, she clicked the ‘yes’ button at the same time she leaned back and pulled the door open to her small office. “C’mon in.” They didn’t even get to start a conversation when her emergency radio went off, announcing Beflexor’s disappearance and their curfew. Her face turned bright red and she rose to her feet just as Arx slid to a stop in her doorway. "Aiko! It's Arx. We need to get everyone together and talk about this. We have to get Beflexor back!” Aiko was livid. The NSA had been doing a piss poor job of everything from the beginning! First they hunted down and attacked them without even trying a peaceful approach first, they scared everybody to death, then they basically kidnapped them to a military base, their security sucked ass and allowed her to get hurt and all the Exiles to experience their first live fire, and now this?! What the hell were they doing?! Sitting on their asses like the overpaid jerkwads they were?! “I’ve had it up to here with these assholes. Let’s go have a little talk with Mr. Harris, shall we?” She stormed down the hall, took a right and then a left, and rounded another corner before she arrived at his office. Transcon was already standing there, rapping the wooden door carefully with the back of his marble knuckles. “Don’t be polite to the shithead!” She reached right around Transcon, twisted the doorknob, and threw the door open so violently that the hinges groaned in protest. Without giving Agent Harris a chance to regain his composure, she walked forward and slammed both hands down on his desk and leaned over it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You guys would be thrown in jail if you weren’t above the law for all the shit you’ve pulled, and now you’ve lost Beflexor, in Chicago of all places, and you’re going to impose a curfew on us here in Washington?! Which effing planet are you on?! Screw the curfew and screw you guys, I’ve never met such an incompetent group of tuxedoed scuzbuckets in my entire life! Everything that has happened to ALL of us so far has been completely YOUR FAULT! Now, Mr. Harris, sir, you better think of something to clean up your reputation right now or I’m taking these people and leaving, and there’s no way in hell you can stop us. So, what’ll it be, sir?!” Aiko had never been so mad in her life. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Jan 12 2008, 10:14 PM Post #2 |
Beware the Berserkergang...
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"I normally try to be a calm person, Mr. Harris," Arx said, sliding in behind Aiko, "but Aiko is right. You can't honestly expect all of us to just sit here while one of our members just got lost in a city across the fucking country!" Arx held his shaking fist in the air, visible for all to see. "We are all sick of this crap! I mean, you just haphazardly make a curfew for us, not ever thinking that there's one member that can only go out at night! You've made Transcon a fucking prisoner in this damnable apartment! Maybe we should keep you from leaving and see how you like it!!" He took a deep breath, then fell silent, merely glaring at the man now. If he went to far with words, he thought, he might only make things worse. Their options needed to be as open as possible now. Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Jan 13 2008, 01:09 AM.
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| ~Lt. Jessie~ | Jan 13 2008, 02:26 PM Post #3 |
Silent Sniper Huntress
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Jessie returned late from her errands, her mind mulling over what had happened at psychiatrics. “…But… This is how I am…” “More like the problem is that you’ve split yourself into so many persona, you’ve lost your own identity, now hiding amongst the masks of others that you have created whom you wish was you. You’ve pulled so many personalities that you aren’t one person any more, but many. This is dangerous.” “What if it is? It’s not like the others care… I am who I am based on what I am and what I make myself to be…” “That’s the thing… These changes from one to another will put you into danger, along with the others. You have your F-Zero persona, your Final Fantasy persona, your Halo persona, as well as a multitude of others. If you don't find a way to stop this, it will eventually effect your abilities, possibly even making you a threat.” Jessie cursed under her breath. “If you really knew me, then you would know why I chose to be like this… And if you even dare to touch any of my records, I will see to it that you are dealt with for the invasion of privacy…” The doctor mused quietly on this threat. “…Is it because you’re insecure…?” “…” She glared at the doctor, who was as calm as a bird on a peaceful day. She hated it when people said she was insecure, but it was true. She worked better with other people that shared her interest. In shooting games, she was always in teams, being their sniper or supporter. That’s what she was… She was a supporter. Many said she would make a good leader, but she preferred to be the follower. As long as she did not draw any attention, then she was safe and calm. Otherwise, she would begin to panic and do crazy things, unable to control herself as the situation slowly got out of hand. The doctor looked as his watch. “It is getting late, and I don’t want to keep you waiting… Perhaps another time?” “Perhaps…” Jessie shook her head, unaware that her wrist communicator had a message or two. She stopped by the water facility and did her work there, only to trudge back to the apartments. It was getting very late now, not to mention cold. To keep herself warm and keep it well lit in the shadows of the night, she held a small bit of tinder and lit it, casting a warm glow over her cold face. It was then that she noticed the messages. One was of curfew, which was nearing the time, while the other made her face pale. “What…?!” she gasped, pausing briefly to read the message over again several times. She dropped the dead tinder and sprinted as fast as she could to the living quarters, only to find Aiko getting very rough Mr. Harris, the one named Arx standing behind her. She listened carefully to what was going on. She began to worry about Beflexor’s well-being. She wanted to find a place to hide, but she could not. She wanted to know what was really going on; what these “Grays” wanted with them, why they were being subjected to such tight security, what the NSA was going to do about all this, but most of all, what was to happen to them. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 13 2008, 09:42 PM Post #4 |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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CEMP was glad that she had accepted, but all of that went away, to his irritation, when their comm device crackled open. It was bad enough he had to wear them when it made him feel like he was in a job he didn't (Which was actually the truth), but having it chime in just at the wrong time, interrupting his chance to have a decent conversation, made him growl inwardly. A lot. At least, it was a lot for the first few seconds, as a brain went fast than words at times. It only took the announcement of Beflexor to completely change his mood of irritation to having his entire stomach drop. The words hit him like flying bricks; one the few people of RE t hat he really wanted to get to know in person, and now she was being held captive for who knows what reasons. It was one of the few people that he truly had some affection for; though he obviously had trouble trying to show it. He felt a mix of emotions flow through him, so many at once that he had never felt like this before in his entire life. Usually, when events like these occurred, parts of his brain would 'increase' the amount of confidence, coupled with a few morals and thoughts, to counteract the negative emotions. It was rather effective, better than simply bottling everything until it exploded, as it actually eliminated the emotions that storing. But that, too, could only work on so many occasions. CEMP had followed Aiko without giving any form of thought, this kind of instinctive, 'autopilot' - as he liked to call, as though he was not truly at the front seat, controlling his body - telling his body to follow Aiko. However, he was unable to stay inside his head, contemplating his own emotions, as his eyes drew upon the angered Aiko he was following. Amongst his turmoil of emotions, he felt anxiety and worry. He beginning to become extremely worried, and even that negative emotions counteracting ability, CEMP was feeling the full brunt of it. He knew none of this was going to turn out pretty, and that was what partially worried him; but it was also the well being of B. He had never been worried in his life, it seemed unnatural for him, but he couldn't do anything about it. All the while, he kept this meek, worried face while he followed Aiko, preparing for the worst Then he remembered the voice of Cherice. He didn't know if it had been the real Cherice, a trick played by his mind, or someone else impersonating her. Everything had happened so fast, and his mind wasn't exactly the quickest tool in the shed at times. At the time the voice had spoken, the turmoil of his emotions had begun, and it had all had been too much right then. But just as they got there, CEMP, as though his mind was lost in the turmoil, turned to those words again, and it had immediately triggered memories of his past moments talking with her via PM. Helping her out with writing problems and giving her encouragement...and knowing that they were so alike. That was how he could understand at times. He began to cry. He wasn't making a fit, but it could be clearly seen that tears were strolling down his face, and occasional sniffing could be heard as well. And the more he looked at Harris, the more anger he felt towards the guy, the guy was probably some jackass. CEMP finally spoke up, revealing his uncharacteristic, building anger. "Y'know, I'd have to think you might as well be CRAZY for the order that you just gave out. Do you not have any sense of us still being human, any sense in what kind of emotions we've been left with after our LIVE have been turned upside down, possibly never to be turned right-side up. Instead of trying to help us bear with this new life, you're making them worse." "We have every right of free will to search for B, and I'll - we'll be damned if we're all caged. By the looks of it, it seems like your up shits creek, and if you aren't smart, you'll loose your paddle. " CEMP was a hair close to blowing his profanity lid. |
"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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| ~Tvae~ | Jan 14 2008, 02:46 AM Post #5 |
Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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((First post in two ways - first at the new site, and first after I returned home! This could be interesting - I"m gonna try to write this after having stayed up for... about 24 hours straight. Including a 12 hour plane flight. Yawn >.>)) Justin sighed and turned down the music slightly, to a more... acceptable level. That song just wasn't as good without his best friend, Toby. But Toby was back in New York, and he was here in... Washington? Wherever. No matter, the odds of him seeing his best friend again any time soon were slim. He clicked to bring his comp out of sleep mode. His mouse instinctively strayed towards the World of Warcraft icon, but before he had double-clicked, something caught his eye. Wait, October? That meant... he had missed his brothers wedding. Dag it! He hadn't really been expecting to go anyways, but being back in the U.S. he had had a slight hope that maybe... If he was lucky... But no. He suddenly felt very stressed, however, an idea then came to him. Warm water was very relaxing, on many occasions. Not to mentioned he had forgotten to shower yesterday, he had been out raiding all night long on WoW... He should take a shower. Kinda random, but hey. He had nothing else to do. Plus he had gotten used to taking daily showers while in Japan. He turned the water on and waited for it to warm up a bit (thanks to Lt. Jessie), then undressed and stepped in. At first the water was shocking, but soon he simply relaxed and just let all thought leave his mind as the water washed over him. Justin smiled. A shower. Ingenious. He raised his hand and looked at it, only to notice something really odd. His fingers were melting. At first he was happy at the thought of accessing his power again, but he then realised something. Wait... If I turn to water here, what would happen...? No, no, stop! However, it did not stop, and soon not just his fingers had melted and washed away down the drain, but then the rest his hand, then arm, other arm, legs... After that, his vision blurred, and with one last gurgle, he completely disappeared into the drain. As soon as the last of him was gone, the com unit, sitting right next to the shower on a pile of his clothes, crackled into life with the news of Beflexor's disappearance and curfew. |
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| ~DJChilllyPhil~ | Jan 14 2008, 03:38 AM Post #6 |
Too bad@$$ to have a FACE?! Maybe...
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"Hm..." *Phil sat in his reclining sofa after he returned from Jessie's room, staring at the ceiling. At lazy times like this when he wasn't doing anything or thinking about anything to do, he would get philosphical (for lack of a better word) about the most random things.* "...How does the Clapper actually work?...I guess it only works with lamps and stuff like that?..." *While he was in the process of maybe making his way towards some sort of resolution regarding his Clapper notion, his communicator crackled to life, catching his attention immediately as it brought him out of his "philisophical" trance. He then heard the news regarding Beflexor.* "...WHAT?!" *He sat up quickly, looking down at the com unit as he went over what was said in his mind* "...A curfew?! How do they expect us to help them find her then?..." *Phil stood up and made his way into the hallway, looking down one way, then the other before starting to make his way down the hall. His 'sixth sense' found a couple of Exiles gathering at the door of someone's office, most likely one of the higher ups to give them a piece of their mind. He decided to throw in his own opinion in an attempt to get things rolling.* "If we're going to search for her, we should get going as soon as NOW! The sooner it starts, the more likely we'll find her!..." |
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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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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 14 2008, 11:38 AM Post #7 |
I just _____ in the _____.
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It started with a rather loud knock in Harris's office door. He leaned his chair back, trying to submerge himself in thought. No doubt it was the gargoyle, Harris figured as much. "Go away" he mumbled, hoping Alkarii wasn't within a respectable distance to hear. His attitude suddenly changed when Aiko threw open the door. At first he had a panicked expression, but it changed in the moment it took for his chair to thump firmly back to the ground. He stared the forum Administrator down with all his effort. Her words though, her biting, cold words, coupled with the fact that she had caused a ripple of disrespect among the other arriving members, was what broke him. "Do not threaten me!" he yelled, his hands slamming down on his desk in much the same manner as Aiko's as he stood. As he spoke, his voice became deeper until it began to reach inhuman levels. "You all have no idea what kind of game you're playing at. You think that you can just go about at your whims and not bother to think about the concequences!" The entire building began to shake, causing books and various other small items to move off a bookshelf in the corner and fall to the ground."You're all new to this so take it very seriously when I say. Do. Not Threaten. Me." The agent's expression softened and he was no longer a veteran National Security Agent trying to maintian athourity among his new subordinate, but a man who simply tried his best to look out for the well-being of those younger than him. Harris took his hands off of his desk and looked at them before his eyes checked just beyond and saw the black handprints he had made. "At the moment we are unaware of the motives behind all this," he said calmly, looking at each Exile in return. "The reason for the curfew is that we have reason to belive there has been some hostile activity in the area. The report you received specifically requested that you talk to Agent Peter Benson if you had any questions." Neil and Zack soon silently appeared with the Exiles and, judging from their expressions, they seemed to have no idea of what was going on as well. "I'm sorry for that" Harris finally said, looking down at his hands again. "I thought perhaps if I kept my own abilities a secret from you, all of you..." he added, looking at the two agent brothers, "...that you might gain respect for me out of want, rather than fear." When Phil chimed in, Harris's broken demeanor vanished. "No! You are not going out to look for her. We have people on her case already and will update you with any relevant information we find." He finally sat back down and closed his eyes. Then, after a moment, he spoke again. "Not only will there be a curfew, but also an indefinate limitation of your powers. You are not to use them unless under the supervision of a designated National Security Agent. I don't feel that any of you have excersized proper responsibility in their use." Although his next words were for the entire group, he trained his eyes specifically at Aiko. "Now get out." ~ Beflexor felt someone place a cool cloth on her forehead and she began to stir. When she opened her eyes, she saw Hunter. He smiled. "Hey, how are you doing?" "What happened? Did you drug me? Was that a trick?" "No trick." He laughed softly. "My guess would be you fainted." The Exile's arms turned to jelly and her attempt to sit up failed, causing her to thump back down as she groaned in embarassment. Of course she would do such a thing, anytime she talked to people she didn't know, no matter how casually, she could feel the blood drain from her face as she got dizzy. That, coupled with how angry she had been with Harris, must have pushed her over the edge. Beflexor looked around, noticing how dark it was, so, being a team player by finding the most cliched thing to say, spoke. "Where are we?" "We're at our main base. Ironnicly it's not too far from where the Exiles are living. Accessable only by foot since that's how we've been able to stay hidden for so long. It's in a cave, deep in the woods behind the NSA base, a day or two's jouney. We haven't had to use the main entrance in a long time though. Either way, the only reason we got here so fast was because of you." "What? You mean I teleported us?" "Sort of," Hunter said as he got up and stepped into the darkness, away from the halo of light cast from the battery operated lantern that sat on the ground by the cot Beflexor lay in. "I can make people use their abilities. That's my ability. Doesn't matter if they're awake, unconsious, fighting against me, or even if they're aware that they have it. I can control what they do, I can make them stop, use it involentarily, and even let them attain a higher control over it than what they're capable of at the moment." He retunred with a glass of water and promptly handed it over to her. You might even say, I have more control over people than they have over themselves." When Beflexor felt his hand run through her hair again, all she could say was "yeah..." |
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| ~RipTheJacker~ | Jan 14 2008, 03:47 PM Post #8 |
Darthanis's official secretary
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((We're bad kids... Anyhow, joint post with Darthy.)) Em sat in his victorian style lazy-boy wasting time. It was late and he was bored so he set himself on "standby" and listened to music. The dark melodies of NoxArcana filled his room and candles danced from bent pieces of iron on the wall completing the mood of the music. Em's trance was broken by a nagging feeling that soon became a mental "knock" at his mind's door. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping." Em recited the poem aloud but cut it short with a "As of someone rapping on the inside of my skull". The thought let itself in and an unknown voice began speaking to him. It must have been the grays because they said a lot of things about the NSA lying. Em smiled, they had finally contacted him, which indicated that his "mental shout" had caught someone's ears. He needed a way to get out of the complex... His thoughts were interrupted as he paced the floor by an announcement that Beflexor was missing. That information was soon supplemented by details from the voice in his head. "The lockdown wont help me any, and my powers are still almost non-existent" Em thought to himself. His thoughts were once again interrupted, but this time, it was by Transcon's loud voice. Good, someone's pissed, and I could use Transcon's muscle, but I need out Now... Testing his luck he let his "self" seep out of its mortal shell and reached out to find other exiles. The process was slow and he didn’t get very far before he found Rip. There was a crackle in the air round her, no doubt she was on her way to tell someone off and that was not good, besides he could use her power at the moment. He took a deep breath and centered himself and with a mental shout he directed a message at Rip. "Don’t go, Duck in here real quick! Oh, its Em... Praying he didn’t blast her ears off he went to stand up. and realized how silly he was for worrying about ears where mental messages were concerned. He swept his cloak behind him and began to pace the room. Rip stared blankly at Transcon’s full teacup. She snatched it up from the Kotatsu and stomped to the door. But something stopped her. Rip dropped the teacup and grabbed at her forehead. “What the?” "Dont go, Duck in here real quick! Oh, its Em... Rip was livid, more then anything, she wanted to march into that office and throw something at Harris. Rip took a few steps into the hallway, looking both ways. “Ugh!” She grunted in frustration as she marched down to Em’s door. She rapped on it lightly and leaned against the door jam. “That has better be good!” she hissed at the door. Em turned his head as Rip came close to the door, he failed to hear her whisper or her knocking due to the "Chanting" coming from his audio system drowning out noises from inside or out. He popped the door open and spat out a "Hurry" at her before closing the door quickly behind her. "The grays have B, and there not two days from here in the woods. If...." Someone hollered real loud and it shook the dust out of the walls and blew out a few of his candles. Em turned to light the candles in the suddenly dimmed room and without skipping a beat picked up where he left off "...We leave while everyone is still shouting and being senseless, we might be able to sneak out. However I don’t have much power and walking would only get me caught. You however can make Animals out of paper. I’ve been planning this for a bit now and I managed to obtain a rather large roll of paper from a local newspaper company. I’m guessing whatever you fold small, you can fold big and the change will be proportionate. So, waddaya say. Wanna get us a ride?" Em reached behind his computer desk and pulled out a roll of killer paper. Rip looked at Em skeptically, then at the paper. “Just a minute.” Rip snuck back through the hall and into her room. Rip rushed through the kitchen, pulling out a pencil, a ruler, and a pair of scissors from a drawer. She worked quickly and silently, packing everything along with her laptop into her computer bag. Now came the hard part. She unlocked the door into her collection room and carefully chose her favorites. She had learnt the art of weaponry smuggling years ago, but the hard part was smuggling anything more then two swords. Five was going to be a little difficult. Rip wrapped them in wool, and then tied them to her waste. She slipped down the hall as she wrapped a long black trench coat around herself. “Ready.” Em locked the door behind her. Rip held out the folded dragon in her free hand. “Any other plans?” Em smiled real big "Not to toot my own horn... But wonderful idea presents itself. Can you fold us? Like Replicas? We can set them loose in the halls and that should provide a distraction." Em started to wander off and disappeared into his room. He leaned around the corner at the last second and said in a hushed tone. "Just get them all folded as fast as you can, Ill be getting ready." Em went into his room and grabbed his shruken, throwing knives and his two Tonfa and the good ole K-bar. Grabbing a change of clothing he jumped into a outfit with a darker pallet and put his cloak on over it all and pulled his weapons on. Rip wrinkled her nose. “I can try…” She removed the pencil, scissors, and ruler from her bag and set to work. The idea of folding them could be complicated; she really did have to fold the item. First one was finished. She examined the folds and played with a bit, unsure of what might happen. She sat it on the floor and blew at it, then stretched her arms until her new Em looked about the right height. “Hi, I’m Li- Whoa, no!” The copy of Em fell to the floor. “We have a problem!” Rip whispered harshly. She poked at the copy cautiously before checking for a pulse. Rip pulled her hand back and gasped. “Dangit, he’s kicked’ the bucket.” She whispered. “Emilio!” Rip whispered harshly again. “You’re dead!” She slammed a fist on the floor and frowned. Rip made her way over to Em, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re dead; mind if I make it look like a murder, they won’t look for us then.” Rip grinned. Em made a funny face. "No, I think suicide is better.... I have some chemicals under the sink... It’s less messy.... Besides... If I come back... I don’t want bloodstains on the carpet..." Em went over to the sink and selected two bottles and returned with ammonia and bleach. "You’re turn to make a dummy." Em said and walked off to the bathroom. He returned shortly with a handful of wet towels and began blocking off doors and heating ducts. "Lemme know when your ready and I'll gas the place. Oh, and you might wanna toss the dragon out the window first. I don’t want holes in the carpet ether." Rip set to work, getting the dragon to hover outside the window. Now to fake a suicide, if the products had been let set, their lungs would have filled with the gasses first, so she had to find a way to get it into their system. Rip took the latex gloves from the first aid kit in her computer bag before handling the chemicals. “Gomen nasai.” She bowed her head to each of the bodies before getting to work. Although they weren’t actually them, it was unnerving to be mutilating their dead selves. Of all the things she could see herself doing, pouring bleach down Em’s throat was the last. “All set, and I was sure not to get any on the carpet.” Em stared at the large roll of paper that wound up playing no roll in the 'Great escape'. He laughed at the pun that just played out in his own head and shrugged. "You know.. I don’t know if there is anyone else here morbid enough to kill themselves... This will be one of a kind..." He waited for Rip to get close to the window and contorted the 'corpses' into convincing poses and poured the bleach into the ammonia. He turned and ran to the window "All set..." he said and with one last stare at the corpses on his floor began to climb out the window. Rip crawled onto the dragon and shivered. “That was so gross.” She slid the gloves into her pocket and began equipping the bundle of weaponry she had carried along. “I hope we don’t ruin anyone’s lives with this.” Rip cringed. Em crawled on the dragon and shut the window. Reaching out with his undeveloped power he focused himself a headache and managed to slide the lock into place. "There, I locked the window." he said with a sigh and wrapped the cloak close around himself and took up a seat on the Dragon. "Fly low, I’m not keen on being spotted or falling..." He wished they had someone else to work with but who else would be crazy enough to hazard the trip; plus, the less witnesses he had, the better. After deliberating for a bit he decided to contact Transcon and Alkarii, or at least try. Shouting in his head again he sent a message to Alkarii 'If you can meet us up north without getting followed, were going after B. We will be in the woods." Then he directed a message to Transcon Rip and I are escaping to go after B. If you don’t wanna come, just stay silent please. If not, we will be in the forest to the north. "Ok Rip, Mush this dragon north, and I hope Gargoyles use the same Messaging service as us..." Edited by Darthanis Galbraith, Jan 14 2008, 07:58 PM.
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| ~Norcar~ | Jan 14 2008, 04:41 PM Post #9 |
Count Claudio
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Norcar was bored out of his mind. Despite the fact that he now had the money to buy a 360, a Wii, and any games that he chose, playing video games for two weeks straight got tiring. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything else to do. Norcar still felt nervous around the other members of Reality's Exile, except for Aiko and Arx, and didn't really have the nerve to start talking to any of them. Opening up his trusty Macbook that had come with him from day one, Norcar noticed that Danny was online. I never did give him a proper explanation for why I left... Before he could open up a chat with Danny, Norcar got the message concerning Beflexor and the curfew. He sighed. Taking nighttime walks had become a habit of his since coming to this place, and now he couldn't do that either. One of the worst parts was Norcar didn't know what he could do yet. Apparently he had some sort of power, but nobody had been able to figure it out yet. It made Norcar feel out of place, and somewhat useless. But that was a tangent. Norcar internally shouted at himself for going on a tangent, and closed his computer. He surveyed the room again, for the severalth time that day. Couch, flat-screen TV (hi-def), 360, Wii, and the stacks of games next to them. The guitar on its stand on the other side of the room, complete with amp. The broadsword hanging on the wall. A window. The door to the bedroom, which contained a single bed and a window. Norcar chose the door leading to the hall, and began wandering. Since he couldn't take nighttime walks anymore, might as well make them earlier. The entire building shook as someone yelled. Norcar stumbled, and almost fell to the ground. Dragging himself back to his feet, he went to find the sound. Norcar found the group of members standing in an office. He walked in to hear someone say "...not only will there be a curfew, but also an indefinite limitation of your powers.You are not to use them unless under the supervision of a designated National Security Agent. I don't feel that any of you have exercised proper responsibility in their use. Now get out." After Norcar had stepped out of the room, he approached the other members. "Um... what happened? I heard a shout..." |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Jan 14 2008, 08:21 PM Post #10 |
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Beware the Berserkergang...
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"I thought perhaps if I kept my own abilities a secret from you, all of you..." Agent Harris added, looking at the two agent brothers, "...that you might gain respect for me out of want, rather than fear." "In times like these, Harris, I don't fear much. I've seen too much to be able to fear easily." Arx muttered. After another brief argument with Phil, the man stated, "Not only will there be a curfew, but also an indefinite limitation of your powers. You are not to use them unless under the supervision of a designated National Security Agent. I don't feel that any of you have exercised proper responsibility in their use. Now get out." It took all of the strength in his mind, body, and soul to keep Arx from flinging himself onto the man. The crystal orb in his pocket shattered, and the shards vibrated against each other, clattering with their master's own anger. With gritted teeth, Arx swiftly turned on the spot and walked away, only to turn back around and say in a low threatening tone, "I swear to all that is holy, if anything thing happens to Beflexor, ANYTHING, it is THIS moment that I will make sure you lament for the rest of what will be left of your life." Arx's hair streamed behind him as he stormed out of the room, a small jingling sound accompanying him as he trudged to his room. "Um... what happened? I heard a shout..." Norcar said aloud. outside the room. "The NSA is fucking us over again, THAT'S what happened!" Arx snapped. Looking at Norcar, he took a deep breath and continued. "Sorry... I'm just so pissed off right now... That son of a bitch is trapping us in here, not ever letting us use the building OR use our powers without the presence of an NSA agent! And on top of that, one of the first members I ever became friends with is missing! I'm sick of it!!" Roaring, he put a fist through the wall. He pulled it and brushed the debris off of it before saying, "I just need to be alone right now. If you guys need me, I'll be in my room. Please tell the others that for me." Fuming, he walked to his room and slammed the door behind him. Inside could be heard yelling, and the sounds of things breaking. After a few minutes, it slowed to a stop, with Arx pacing the room, thinking of a million things at once again. If it killed him, he was going to get out. He was going to escape and get Beflexor back before the NSA agents even got close. |
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