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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 9/23/07 9:22pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: The Psycho Apartment 107, Signature Park Brownstones, Isaiah Rivers, Massachusetts "Mmmmm," the Psycho inhaled deeply, "oh yes, you do have very pretty eyes, don't you? Yes, you're a nice little girl, you said you were seven? Oh, such a beautiful little girl, yes, with your long brown hair pulled back into a cute little ponytail." He inhaled again through his nose, sniffing almost violently as if trying to smell something that wasn't there. "Do you take a bath every night, dear girl? Oh, I bet your mommy and daddy are very strict about that, yes. You don't like baths? Oh, I could make you like them, I give verrry good baths, oh yes, and sometimes the people I give baths too aren't even bathing in water! Oh, it's this red stuff, yes, very red, and it stains your clothes too, stains are oh so terrible, yes? You wouldn't want to- yes? Oh, Mrs. Winters, how lovely to be speaking with y-... what? Well I'm only having a nice conversation with her! Oh dear, no, you wouldn't do that! Me and little Ariel are friends, such good friends! But how do you think that would make me feel, never talking to your daughter again? Hello? Hello? HELLO!?!? The Psycho hurled the phone at the wall and watched as it shattered onto the carpet below, wires hanging out and batteries flying here and there. He sat up on the ripped leather sofa that he was lying on and rubbed his half-shaven head in his palms. His conversation with little Ariel had carried on for nearly a minute! That was a new record, most of the people he talked to hung up after the bath part. "I'm so BORED!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hm, I wonder what's on dear old television?" Sitting up from the couch, he walked a few steps to the small television set and turned it on. He could have used the remote had it not been obliterated in a similar fashion as the phone. He hated it when the Red Sox lost. Now on the television was a newscast about a bank robbery at the First Bank of Isaiah Rivers. "Hm! Well that's mighty interesting." He rubbed his chin. "But Barely Legal Three comes on in an hour... I paid ten dollars for it... oh well, I'll make it up out of some guy stupid enough to walk in an alley by himself tonight." Turning off the television, the Psycho slipped on some underwear, blue jeans, and his signature tie die shirt, and headed out of the front door of the apartment, waving goodbye to all of his belongings as he did so and blowing the unbuttoned blouse on his floor a kiss. "She was so beautiful," he muttered, and glanced down at the blood stain on his pants as he walked down the stairs and onto the brownstone's parking lot. Tag: Any -----signature----- All too easy.
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GraySaberFreque Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 9/23/07 10:49pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG - Date Edited: 9/23/07 10:56pm (5 edits total) Edited By: GraySaberFreque
	Wind Weapon Outide The Science Lab Of Isaiah Rivers University,Wind Weapon stands, thinking quietly to himself.... Wind Weapon sighed. His job was to stand outside the science lab and look menacing enough to ilicit fear. To complete the picture he held a struggling (and increasingly annoying) preteen by the arm. He supposed that this job was, although unfavorable, the best way to bait a few Generation. It was what he'd taken the job for, it was the perfect way to take out a few of the overconfident media-whores, what better way to increase their image than saving a bunch of helpless kids from the big baddy mafia. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that any moment now a kid with a t.v. reporter would come around the corner, with a big heroic speech prepared. The kid's struggling brought Wind Weapon back to reality. Harpy had given him a choice as to which kid he brought outside, Wind Weapon had picked one at random. And now he was paying for it. "Lemme go, lemme go you son of a...." Wind Weapon then unleashed his anger with a swarm of slices towards the water-fountain infront of him. The slices cut away at the fountain, and when that was finished the wall behind it took the final beating. In the end, the attack left the water fountain in peices and the wall was so cut up that the pipes were revealed, pouring some water on the floor. It was a purposely weak attack, but it was enough of an example. Wind Weapon didn't even speak to the now quiet child, there was no need. TAGS: sephy, anyone at the school -----signature----- Without (10,000 ABY)-http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26293075/p1/?16 Padawan to Correlian_Ale Member Of The GDG Member Of the Anti-Hapan Society [CENTER][IMG]http://www.wizards.com/magic/images/whatcolor_isred.jpg[/IMG][URL=http://www.wi
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 9/24/07 2:40pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: Heretic Near the First Bank of Isaiah Rivers Heretic stood his black clothes an outline against the sun. He stood in the darkness of an alleyway across the street from the crime scene. His eyes scanned the policemen in front of the bank. He knew that there were eight men inside with guns. He knew one of the guns was much more dangerous than any other. It most likely targeted those with powers. Heretic knew it would hurt him, but not nearly as badly as any other hero. Heretic was thinking up possible scenarios for rescue of the hostages when in front of him an icy voice appeared. His black cloak had covered him from Nocturne eye’s. He listened. "Patrolman. Don't turn around, you won't see me. My name is Nocturne. You may have heard of me. What's the situation here?" Heretic moved silently forward until he was next to the spot where the voice had sounded. His eyes targeted the air and the machines in his mask picked up strange vapors. Definitly Nocturne. Heretic whispered his raspy and deep voice barely audible. “There are eight men inside with weapons. Hostages are definite. One has a strange gun. Exceedingly dangerous.” Tag: Saint -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/24/07 3:55pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: Chandler Billings (The Artist) Isaiah Rivers University "Hmm, let's see what I can do to defuse this situation." Chandler said as he saw the hostage holders through one of the schools windows. He proceeded to take out a sketchbook and a seemngly well used pencil. "Let's see how well these morons do while dealing with a bunch of hawks buzzing around." he added with a chuckle, he continued to draw several large red-tailed hawks and walked up to the window. He slowly opened it, careful not to let any sound come from it. He then pressed his palm to his hawk drawings, instantly they appeared before him, full sized and three dimensional. "Ok boy's I want you to go in there and distract those hostage holders busy long enough for a SWAT team to get in." he whispered so as not to be overheard. The hawks all nodded in unison and proceeded to dive bomb through the window. "Good luck guys." he added as he saw them go in and head for the hostage holders. "I hope this helps." he added. TAG: Anyone who's going to help -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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Penguinator-176 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 9/24/07 6:41pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	The Gray Guard The University Wulfgar stopped his speedy descent mere inches before slamming into the roof of the building. The world's own force had pulled him here, and coupled with Odin's gift of flight, it had taken no more than three minutes. He stepped onto the stone rooftops, eyes seeking an entrance to the hall of learning. Ah, my son, but they shall be waiting at the entrances, whispered Odin. Wulfgar nodded, and looked up to the sun. The rays he'd been enjoying before Odin came to him still lingered in his body. He decided to let them out. His fist glowed briefly, and he swung it down into the roof, smashing a hole into it. It would do as a start, but more needed to be done. Erik's voice came to him, something it rarely did. Why should it, if he were in glorious Valhalla? I know this won't make sense to you, but kinetic and potential energies can help you here. You may not know it, but you can absorb and redirect energy, he said. Wulfgar nodded - he knew some of this, but preferred instead his fists. Try it my way, said Erik, Let yourself fall into the roof - fists outward. Gravity - except you don't know that, let's say it's the Earth pulling you to it, when you fall. Try it. Wulfgar frowned, even as he raised himself into the air. Just fall, came the voice, and he did. He was only three trolls high when he let himself fall. Power surged through him, and he accelerated his fall, crashing through the roof and ceiling, landing on his feet on the floor below. A small crater formed on impact. "Many thanks, friend Erik." he whispered aloud with a smile, before thinking, But now what? Tag: Folk at the university -----signature----- "Don't try to take me away, like I can't live without you." . . . GDG
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Apadamek Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/24/07 7:37pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC Michael Le-Mar [i]Typical. So typical.[/b] Michaels thoughts ran through his head as he was huddled in the corner of the bank. It was so typical the ONE day he decided to go to the bank that week it gets robbed, his mind raced, he considered all possible escape routes and even attack options in a second. None seemed appealing to Michael after all he was CONTROLLER! the greatest criminal planner of all time! and he was stuck in some stupid bank. He wondered the possibility of the heroes coming in, that be ironic capture some nobody crooks and at the same time save a super villain Michael laughed inwardly at the thought of it. He glanced at the clock and sighed, only two seconds had passed and he'd gone through ALL options. His eyes suddenly widened and he fell back into the desk and began to hold his head in his hands the splitting headache ripped through his mind like a lawsuit did to some of his clients bank accounts. He began to moan slightly in pain and the last thought passing through was he wondered if the police would react to this before he ceased thought only concentrating on trying to keep the pain from overcoming him. Tags: Anyone!
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Darth_Vaders_cousin Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 9/25/07 7:27pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: Jaycen Spade Isaiah Rivers -- Dark Alley A commercial Air-Liner flies through a clear blue sky, sihloutted by the sun behidn it. It's that time of day in Isaiah Rivers, the time of day where the clouds seem to linger, and the sun is in just the right spot that a plane can cast a shadow on the ground. As luck would have it, the plane passes over an unassuming alley, darkened by the large buildings on either side. The plane's shadow melds into the alley, disappearing into the shadows. Time stopped. To the casual observer, nothing happened, time had come to a halt, and no one would be the wiser. Everyone in visual range of the alley, and those entering that range, would suddenly halt, midstep, or leap, frozen as if the world was suddenly cast into an Ice Age, with out all the water. No one would notice, no one would take heed. But, while all others were stopped in time, one person still moved about. Jaycen Spade slid out of the shadows, as if the darkness had pushed him out, like osmosis in a cell. As quickly as it stopped, time sped up again, everyone that had been frozen moving in double time to catch up with the rest of the world. Their actions, movements, and speech was already predecided before the speed up, and it did them no harm. They would never know that they had been stopped dead for nearly a minute. Jaycen had never cared to think of how many years he had added to his life by slowing time. Being the only one moving about while everyone else stood still did them no harm, since they didn't add a second to their lives. Their heart, cells, everything stopped fo rthose moments, while his did not. He stood still as time rushed about him, unable to keep up with the world. Another minute his body worked that others didn't. Another minute that aged him where no one else did. He may have been born 25 years ago, but his body must have been 27 or 28 years old. He stepped out of the alley, his large "Aviator" sunglasses blocking out the sun that hurt his eyes. His arms and body were ghostly pale, despite the fact that he wore a tanktop all day long. The white skull the black takntop bore on his chest was a constant reminder of his looming future. Premature aging and death, as far as time was concerned. His baggy Camoflaged pants were an ominous reminder of the small coutry town he came from, and the death he served out. His combat boots sent him back to his short lived military career, a time he rather not think about. Finally his large blet was a constant forshadowing of the demonic cowboy he kept bottled up deep inside. A superpowered being by fate, He had complete control of his alter ego, though it brought out a different part of him. The Shadows powered the monster, and the Shadows could take that power away. Darkness was his forte. Good and Evil his play things. tag: None -----signature----- Sithy, Livi, DVC, a Crime Fighting Clock Member Game designers Guild STAR WARS, 007 STYLE! --Winner of BEST NEW RPG two seasons running 007 FAMILY - Sith-I-5's Twin Bro. Logic & Reason: SVU -- Detective 3rd Grade
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POLARIUS Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 9/28/07 7:17pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC The Huntress "Goddess" she muttered "how i hate cities, barely any grass,no wind and the foul stench of rotting everything. Well Luna the Goddess has sent us here to do her bidding" Luna growled "I know girl you hate as well, trust me I wish we were back in olympics." All of a sudden Luna bristled with rage and then she heard the familiar silky purr that was Luna's way of talking through her mind I smell fear, the fear of children and mixed with it is evil and rage "where is it Luna" somewhere near hear don't you sense it "now i am starting to pick it up, lets go Luna" Alright Stephanie, but then what will happen after that "i dont know girl whatever happens happens" she said as she got on Luna's back. As soon as they approached the university Stephanie noticed the hawks, but there was something wrong with them they weren't natural,looking up she saw a brillant streak falling through the sky then there was a cloud of dust and rubble "Luna, watch my back ok girl" Luna gave a low growl which Stephanie knew was a yes, she knew she had to get into that building but how? Tag Anyone at the University -----signature----- A true space pirate "So this is how liberty dies with thunderous applause" "This is what comes of empire building "anciet religions and hoaky weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side kid" Fight on Mr Squiggly, fight on
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/29/07 4:47pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	Isaiah Rivers University: Science Labs The first issue to effect the hostage-taking was a small flock of hawks showing up, clearly as a distraction. With practiced ease, Bætle flicked open one of the cannisters at his waist, a swarm of angry bees emerging from the contained dimension. They buzzed up among the hawks to distract the distractions. The next surprise came from above, The Gray Guard crashin through the celing and onto the floor, damaging some of the equipment. Harpy snapped her fingers, her taloned gauntlets making the task challenging, were it not for her decades of practice. The well-muscled man in the sunglasses pulled the trigger and grabbed another hostage in one practiced movement, "Your move, hero," the old lady said in a voice that was once seductive, "Going to kill the children, or you gonna listen to our demands, suga?" Tag: Peng, chanbill Outside the Science Labs Wind Weapon was not wrong. Mere minutes after the thought had crossed his mind, a teenage hero dashed around the corner. She was obviously new at this thing, and one could tell by her movements that she was mostly in it for the royalties. In a few years, she would probably earn her college spending money lewdly if she went to any college outside IR. Her revealing Spandex costume was clearly meant to arouse first and protect second, with large gaps to show off her navel and cleavage, and some sort of superheroine logo in a spot where you would get slapped if you looked long enough to decipher it. Luscious red hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and her mask covered the bare minimum of her face that would be cute by the standards of her high school classmates. She lacked the grace and style of an official member of the Generation, although she was obviously a member of the STV Generation. "Hey, cutie," she crooned, "Pick on someone your own size." Tag: GraySaberFreque Elsewhere on the IRU Campus The artist could hear his hawks screaming as they were attacked by something inside, and as a hero crashed into the building, it became obvious the police would be staying out here where they would not become collateral damage n a clash of titans. Meanwhile, on the edge of the campus, the Huntress searched for a way in. She and Luna were momentarily struck by a new smell mingling with the overall impression of fear: death. In her shock and disgust, she looked even harder, and access became clear. An open window to the lab above the top of a lower building with several easy-looking ways up, like a high fence to climb most of the way up, or a nearby statue whose head was almost level with the roof of the building. "This is Sal Suthors with an important update on the IRU situation! An unidentified hero has just crashed through the roof of the lab, and gunfire has been heard, although we can't know for certain whether it was directed at the hero or at a hostage. More on the situation as it develops." Tag: chanbill, POLARIUS Outside the 1st Bank of Isaiah Rivers Contrary to the advice of the hidden hero, the young officer turned around. "Well..." Not seeing anyone to talk to, the cop assumed it was his imagination and trailed off, turning back to face the bank. Waiting... Nearby, an STV reporter stood waiting. Almost as soon as heroes showed up, he would be on the air. He cleared his throat, waiting, practicing his speech, saying "Blank" wherever a hero's name would go. Tag: Saintheart, NickLitYouAFlame Elsewhere A hero and a villain walked practically side by side, though niether of them knew it. On one side of the street, strode Jaycen Spade, and on the other, Frank Ogden. Neither seemed to have a destination, and niether would likely recognize the other as anything more than some oddly dressed yahoo on the street. Just being one yahoo in either crowd of yahoos helped limit the likelihood of the two noticing each other. Of course, as soon as one acted, the other would likely react. Then the jig would be up, and for a few moments, Archangel Avenue between 20th and 21st Streets would be Armageddon. Tag: DVC, Sentinel -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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GraySaberFreque Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 9/29/07 7:09pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	Wind Weapon: "Hey, cutie," she crooned, "Pick on someone your own size." Wind Weapon looked toward the corner, and there stood the teenaged "super heroine". Wind Weapon turned to face her, dragging the kid with him. Upon seeing the hero, the pre-teen spoke in the most immature tone ," Ha, now you'r gonna get it."Wind Weapon brought his fist down on the kid's head, knocking him out. Free of its burden, his hand let go of the child's limp arm and allowed him to lay on the ground. Wind Weapon obseved the teen emotionlessly. Her costume was revealing and her demeanor gave off the " I'm a super hot movie star" feeling. Generation Scum if he'd ever seen one. At that moment, he unleashed one slice of wind, and sent it in the heroine's direction. TAGS: Sephy -----signature----- Without (10,000 ABY)-http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26293075/p1/?16 Padawan to Correlian_Ale Member Of The GDG Member Of the Anti-Hapan Society [CENTER][IMG]http://www.wizards.com/magic/images/whatcolor_isred.jpg[/IMG][URL=http://www.wi
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POLARIUS Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 9/29/07 8:17pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC The Huntress "Ok Luna, time to decide do we want to go the window or over the statues head and onto the roof" through the window "but the roof adds the element of surprise" Yes but i weigh about 250 lbs so where ever we go through i will give that up "Ok through the window, and i thought cats were supposed to be light on their feet" Luna growled with a bit anger at the last remark.as they got closer to window they could see people, the smell was almost overpowering of fear and death, there was aa older looking woman with talons around her fingers and a strange dirty man who seemed to be controlling the bees who were attacking the fake hawks. She also saw in front of the older woman a man who was wearing viking garb all around she sensed evil but through him she sensed an overwhelming feeling of honor and courage "Goddess" she said in a low voice "empower me as you guardian to do right in this place of evil" Tag whoever want to go next -----signature----- A true space pirate "So this is how liberty dies with thunderous applause" "This is what comes of empire building "anciet religions and hoaky weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side kid" Fight on Mr Squiggly, fight on
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/29/07 8:23pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: Chandler Billings (The Artist) "No." Chandler said as he watched his hawks fall lifeless to the ground. Pain wracked his heart and tears fell from his eyes. "They will pay for that." he added fury rising in him like a flood. He proceeded to turn to one of the pages in his sketchbook, a sythe who's blade was covered in flame. "Let's see how you do against the blade of death." he added, he reached through the sketchbook and grasped the sythe, pulling it out with a flury of flames following it, he gave it a few practice swings, flinging fire left and right. "Time to get things moving." he said and he burst through the window and swung his blade at the first of the hostage holders, sending waves of fire at them. "No one hurts my hawks and gets away with it." he added as he watched them burn. TAG: Any in the University -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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POLARIUS Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 10/1/07 10:21am Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC The Huntress Watching as another man came through the window with a flaming sythe, she said "ok luna, lets go and i want you to roar as if you are trying to imitate a thunder clap" got it and i am right behind you and with that they both leapt from their cover, RRRRROOOAAAAARRRRR, she rigged her crossbow and let about four bolts fly on the way down hitting the strange looking man who seemed to control the insects. "By the power of the Earth Goddess i demand you let these children go" she shouted as she let more bolts fly Tag any at the university -----signature----- A true space pirate "So this is how liberty dies with thunderous applause" "This is what comes of empire building "anciet religions and hoaky weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side kid" Fight on Mr Squiggly, fight on
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 10/1/07 1:21pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG
	IC: Chandler Billings (The Artist) 'The Earth Goddess, I wonder if she means Gaia?' Chandler thought as he saw the crossbow wielding maiden. "Hey if you want to deal with these guys there is only one choice, we need to wipe them out. Gaia may weep for the loss of her children but I don't see where we have any choice." Chandler said as he made his way over to The Huntress. "Also you might want to ask Artemis for some divine back up, I don't think we'll be able to take them all." he added swinging his blade and striking one of the Hostage holders, watching as he was sliced in two. "Sorry if this grosses you out any." he added as the criminals bowels fell from the wound. TAG: The Huntress -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 10/1/07 6:50pm Subject: RE: Isaiah Rivers: A Super-Powered RPG - Date Edited: 10/1/07 7:02pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Saintheart
	Sub-GM OOC: chanbill, I thought by now you would know the rules against godmoding-- and auto-hitting in particular. Friendly piece of advice: Don't do it. Plus, subject to what SephyCloneNo15 says, given Seph's earlier posts, I think you just guaranteed the immediate termination of several small children. Congratulations. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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