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| Reality's Exile Heroes; Name 100% stolen from KH | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 12 2008, 06:53 PM (5,433 Views) | |
| ~Tvae~ | Feb 14 2009, 04:19 AM Post #201 |
Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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--Earlier-- When Kies began to walk off into the forest, Justin was faced with a tough decision: Follow and look after the young exile, or help out in the cave. By the time he heard the gun shot echoing from inside the cave a short while later, he already knew which path he had to take. He ran after the tiger into the forest. Not long after, utilizing Kies's abilities as a Tiger, they successfully found Nocar. However, a short time after finding Norcar, an explosion rocked the forest behind them. Before the small group had even decided what to do in response to the explosion, the larger group stumbled right on top of them. A fairly large coincidence, it may seem, but when working with people with powers, it's always hard to tell what is actually coincidence and what is not. By the time the larger group had reached the road and Aiko had flagged down a trucker, Justin's arm had already healed near completely. He removed the cast and flexed experimentally - no pain. He gave Arx a "hey, everything worked out" smile, but the other exile was looking elsewhere at that moment, so he ended up just keeping the smile to himself. --Present Time-- At the hotel, Justin spent the evening on the public hotel computer, essentially just goofing around and checking up on comics (and eating the warm cookies that were placed on the check-in desk for guests). He even tried to check out the old Reality's Exile site, but the NSA had long since taken it down. Ah, well. He found himself wondering if they ever would roleplay together again, after all, he had only just been getting started at the site. Maybe they could convince the NSA to reinstate it at some point, sans the whole power granting. Then again, our lives recently have been far more action-filled then any of the roleplays ever were! He sighed. What would he do now? Well, first things first, he would try to contact the NSA, inform them who the double agent was... Or at least, that was the plan. Then what? If none of the other exiles returned, would he want to rejoin the NSA on his own? Would they even accept him, not being able to control his powers? Or would he venture off on his own into the world, like the others seemed intent on doing? Despite the time he had spent with them, Justin still didn't quite feel familiar with the other exiles... From his experiences, he liked them, he just... Didn't feel at home. Home. Now that was something that he certainly missed. But, that was out of the question too, at least until he could control his powers... He sighed. All in good time. For now, he would live in the present. The present... Now THERE was a plan. He turned off Reality's Exile, then headed out of the lobby up to the room he shared with some of the other exiles. ((OOC: My ending post. See you all 2 years in the future!)) Edited by Tvae, Feb 14 2009, 04:19 AM.
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| +transcon+ | Feb 18 2009, 08:48 AM Post #202 |
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((Suppose, since this is the end of the RP, perhaps people would want to know what happened to the gargoyle? After this, I'll post in Heroes 2. Also, I'm winging it. Its been a while.)) Last he remembered, he left Kies by himself. He promised he would return. He wanted to keep an eye on the people escaping the fire. After that, he didn't know what happened. He heard a commotion down below from Kies' general location. From atop the burning building's roof, he could see a strange car with two strange men exiting. They managed to find Kies, and sped off with him. In a fury of anger, the gargoyle's powerful wings carried him up and after the car. Moments later, he found the car. The rear end was torn open, and Kies was nowhere to be found. Cursing himself under his breath, he hovered down to investigate. He found the two people there shaking their heads. "Where is he?" Transcon broke the silence. His massive form came into full view in the car's headlights. The two men turned and froze in terror from what they saw. "Where is he?" "Sh-sh-sh-hi-hit!" one of them squeaked and stammered as he began to find the will to move his legs in a panicked retreat. "Get in the car." "What?" "Get in the car!" As the two men started to move, the gargoyle planted a foot on the old car's metal bumper with a stomp. It lifted up in the air to where he could grab the roof and simply fling it to the side. The lights just went out as it toppled down the hill end over end. The two men stood once more. "Where is he?" the gargoyle droned. The emeralds in his eyes started to glow a fierce green. Suddenly, a stone hand shot out and had one of the men by the throat. "Where is he?" "We don't know!" his captive shrieked. "We had him, then there was a tiger, then... then...." He stopped after realizing that it sounded better in his head than out loud. "A tiger?" "Yeah!" "Which way?" "That way!" a shaky finger pointed. Then, there was a crack. The sound of heavy wood broken over Transcon's back. First, he was tested, then set on fire, and now he was being stupidly attacked. Finally, he also found an answer as to what he subsisted on. That was when things blacked out for Transcon. When he came back to his senses, there were two corpses at his feet. For a moment, he was feeling much better until he looked at his blood soaked claws. He felt sick, but with no urge to vomit. Self-loathing, confusion, panic. There was no way he could face his friends after committing such an atrocity. ------------------------------------ He spent the days at the side of a road hunkered down in the bushes. Out of sight, out of mind while occasionally snacking on a hitchhiker. He learned quickly that he didn't have to kill, but simply bite and take much in the fashion of a vampire. And, strangely enough, the victim never knew what happened during their moment of unexplainable bliss. All Transcon could think of in those two days was that those hitchhikers would want to travel down this stretch of the road more often. It was lonesome out here on the highway. He watched traffic and time pass by. He couldn't think of anything to do, or anywhere to go. He was an unnatural creature in a crazy world. He was a thief and a murderer now. He couldn't even go back to his friends. Or could he? On the second night of roadside camping, he saw a band of travelers on foot. In the distance, he saw one woman flag down a semi. Upon closer inspection, that band of travelers suddenly looked familiar. "Nineteen ninety-eight Freightliner Columbia extended sleeper, fifty-three footer. Ah, May Trucking!" he muttered unseen. Seeing the truck in such detail that night, and his fellow Exiles piling in, it was like a moment of clarity. "I can't let myself go like this. They're probably my only link to humanity I have." He rode on the trailer's top all the way to the hotel unseen. |
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| ~DJChilllyPhil~ | Feb 19 2009, 04:08 AM Post #203 |
Too bad@$$ to have a FACE?! Maybe...
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((OOC: Seems like Jessie's busy...but I don't feel like sitting on the sidelines anymore... Guess I'm going solo post this time!)) *As the various Exiles were starting to lay down their heads to rest their weary minds and bodies, one of them leaned against a railing that seperated one of the room's patio areas from the rest of the hotel grounds. Given the large figure, this had to be Phil* "..." *He was quiet, his mind going over the many different events that had occured within the past 24 hours...* "...<Good Lord, man>...What a day..." *While the sound of his family's native tongue was a welcome sound to his ears, ((translated text within < > )) he spoke softly, so as to not wake any of the other sleeping Exiles.* "First all the explosions at the base...and that cave....now here...gah..." *One of the things he "..!? Dammit!" *In a quick burst of anger, he lifted his arm and brought it down against the metal railing, causing it to resonate for a few short seconds. Luckily, his special ability kicked in just in time to save his hand from suffering any damage from the force of the blow, superimposing it's fist over his.* "All this time and I forgot to...Rrgh!..." *He tried to keep it to himself throughout the entire time that he was with the Exiles, but the fact that he thought about it brought the urgency of the situation to the front of his mind: He had forgotten to take the medicine he was given by that Mexican doctor to help deal with the apparent brain damage he had.* "Urgh...Ah, I'll deal with it when...when....wait..." *Phil calmed himself down long enough for an actual logical thought to make itself apparent in his mind, turning around to look back at the hotel building where the Exiles were sleeping* "...So what happens now?..." *He looked down at his hand, clenching it into a fist for a moment or two as the image of the second fist disappeared before relaxing it again. The aftermath of the mini-tantrum he had decided to join with the overall fatigue of the day's events, causing a loud yawn to emit from him* "AAAOOOH~...Huh...sleep happens now..." *He shook his head, deciding not to fight it any longer and opening the door leading into the room where everyone was sleeping. Trying to be as quiet as he could, he climbed into his spot and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. This was bad news for those in the same room as him, though...* "...Kssssh...phfffff..." *...Because Phil had a strange habit of snoring that he didn't really have full knowledge of as of yet.* |
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