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Drama Marvel Heroes: Resurgence

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  1. Zao Vizla

    Zao Vizla Jedi Youngling

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    Basic Character Sheet

    Name: Aisté Regina Max
    Codename: Noir
    Gender: Female
    Age: 22
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Amber with gold
    Height: 6’1”
    Weight: 135 lbs.

    Likes: Intelligence. Confidence. Manners. Determination. Books. Reading.

    Dislikes: Weakness. Indecisiveness. Ill-mannered people. Ignorance. Liars.

    Personality: Anti-social. Cold. Aloof. Direct. Observant. Distant.

    Appearance: Always very stylish. Always wears black with black sunglasses. High fashion gothic aristocrat.

    [​IMG]

    Bio:
    Aiste was born in Oxford, England where her parents Jarvis and Theia taught at University. As an only child she spent most of her time alone reading in the Oxford Bodleian Library. Her powers started manifesting at the early age of 11 years. Her parents immediately recognized her particular gifts and decided to home school. Additionally she would spend her summer recess split between both her grandmothers for “advanced” instruction. Aiste, being a highly intelligent and highly motivated student, excelled both in her education and her manipulation of her powers.

    Aiste has always been conflicted about her abilities but because she has the intelligence to find reason and logic she has come to terms with her gifts. She continues to struggle with the inner demons her powers afford her and continues to suppress the darkness within her.

    Stance: Unregistered, Anti-registration.

    Abilities:

    Aisté is both a mutant and a powerful sorceress. She possesses a wide range of superhuman abilities, but it has never been clearly defined which of these are her actual mutant abilities and which are skills derived from magic or other sources.
     
  2. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    OOC: This post mentions two characters and an NPC. McTaggert was an NPC, Erin Mathews was originally played by Rilwen_Shadowflame, Professor N'dare was played by Ktala


    Alastor Zingari
    McTaggert Laboratories
    Dublin, Ireland
    Shortly after the MCU-Xavier’s Mansion Skirmish
    The Hidden Epilogue…

    “****,” Alastor cursed as he threw the pulse rifle into his bag, and quickly zipped it back up. Sure it was advanced, but it didn’t seem to have carried a tracking device, not one of sufficient range to cover them having teleported.

    There was another loud bang against the large door that sealed them into the lab. McTaggert began leading the group towards an escape hatch. Alastor hung back. “Look I’ll cover you, keeps me from having to avoid firing past you all and will keep any of you from having to reveal any of your abilities, gives us an advantage.

    Erin Mathews ran past him, and he held out the bag for her as she went. “Keep it safe, we’re going to need it.” The other gave him a look, they questioned if they should stay and fight but he motioned towards the escape tunnel. “GO!” As they filtered into the tunnel he sealed the hatch after them and moved the old piece of computer equipment that had blocked it from view back into place.

    He turned, just in time for the door to finally give way and reveal their pursuant. It was massive, whatever it was, perched on all fours, most of the weight towards the front, massive muscles supporting a thick neck and a short rounded head full of teeth. Like a mutant boxer, died purple and crossbred with a shark.

    It snarled, and charged forward, jaws opening wide at Alastor spittle flying everywhere, there was a flash of teeth, and then a flash of metal.

    And a yelp.

    The creature suddenly found itself suspended in the air, if it could indeed find anything of itself anymore. The large curbed blade of Alastor’s oversized karambit shoved up under it’s jaw, the tip poking out from the topside of it’s head. Purple oozed out from the wound, and from behind the beast Zingari could see others, upright, humanoids, green skin and clad in purple armor staring in what he only assumed was horror.

    And for a bit Alastor felt that as well as the beast he now held aloft slowly shriveled, it’s weight seeming to lessen as it as well turned into one of those who stood staring agape at the door. The man’s eyes moved from his victim, to the others and his head tilted slightly. “Friend of yours I take it?” He scoffed, “You can have him back.”

    The motion was a blur, as Alastor’s leg came up, kicking the now dead, thing, in the chest. It went flying backwards, the karambit slicing through the remains of its skull as the body tumbled end over end and slammed into two of the waiting creatures. Two others took cover, and Zingari advanced. He stepped over one of the fallen, whom had taken the impact, it struggled under the weight of its comrade, up until Alastor’s boot pressed down on its skull with a crack.

    The second seemed to dislocate its own shoulder, arm wriggling around like a snake as it brought out a device, metallic, but also organic looking. To the creatures credit Alastor had no time to react before the white hot pulse impacted his chest. The man looked shocked as he looked down, seeing and smelling his own scorched skin. The creature laughed, a short snorting sort of laugh that quickly faded as it watched the charred skin fall away, and new unharmed flesh take its place.

    “You can die knowing that at least hurt.” Alastor pulled his revolver, from a hidden holster at the small of his back, behind his jacket. A moment later the creatures head as splattered across the floor, and the door, and the wall, bits of twelve-gauge buckshot along with it. One of the others who had avoided getting hit jumped out, he met a similar fate, only missing his chest suddenly. Alastor hadn’t even looked in his direction before blowing him away.

    That left one more. Alastor could smell its fear, he rounded a corner, and found it pressed up against a wall, frantically trying to get some sort of device that was spitting out sparks, probably from it’s leaping to avoid impact. “Break your toy?” Zingari asked, and the creature looked up, fear and hatred in its eyes. Universal expressions of emotions, seemingly.

    The creature cried, something, a chain of curses Alastor imagined as it threw the device to the side and suddenly seemed to grow. Its skin altered colour, and texture, turning leathery, and brown. It’s muscles grew, bones, if it had bones, probably snapping and reforming. After a moment what had been a just shy of two-meter-tall, thing, was now a massive hulking three-meter-tall beast, snarling in Alastor’s direction.

    “Oh… that’s a neat trick.” Alastor let out a breath and holstered his gun, as though resigning himself. Except, he smiled. He smiled and reopened his eyes, alight in a violet flame as his grin took on an almost feral aspect. “A very neat trick… let me show you mine.”

    --- --- ---

    Hours had passed, and those that had fled McTaggert’s lab were now holed up in a safehouse, several kilometers away from the main complex. Reports were coming in worldwide of attacks, ships in the sky, unknown creatures and shape shifters. But everyone’s minds were elsewhere, on the man that’d stayed behind to cover their escape.

    In the silence, Professor N’dare spoke up. “You… think he’s made it?” Nobody answered, nobody wanted to think about the reality of it. From what they were seeing, it was likely the creatures that had attacked them were the same that had attacked across the globe, and they were defeating militaries, what could one man do?

    “He told me we’d need this.” Erin said, patting the bag that sat in front of her. “If anything, we owe it to him to make sure we get it to where it needs to go.”

    McTaggert nodded, “And we will, as soon as my people arrive with our way out of here.”

    “Agreed,” a voice spoke out, the door to the safehouse opened, and everyone was up, defensive. Alastor stepped in, his close torn, shirt all but non-existent, jacket nowhere to be seen. He was covered in dust, dirt, and blood, both red and purple, but seemed himself uninjured. From over his shoulder he dropped the remains of one of the aliens on the floor, though it seemed to lack a few necessary vital parts. To everyone’s credit, nobody lost their lunch. “Got something else for us to go over too…”

    “Lad…” McTaggert looked up from the body to the man standing before them. “How the bloody hell did you…”

    “Simple Doctor.” He stepped past the group, over to Erin, where he picked up the backpack, revealing to the others the large ornate tattoo of the Grim Reaper on his back. “There’s a reason they call me The Executioner.”

    [​IMG]
     
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  3. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Feb 3, 2016
    GM Approved!
    [​IMG]

    Name: Maria Gomez (Host of Venom)


    Codename: Venom (Symbiote)


    Gender: Female


    Age: 28


    Hair: Black


    Eyes: Hazel


    Height: 5’10’’


    Weight: 140lbs


    Likes: Mixed Martial Arts, Ice cream, 80's action flicks, Extreme Motorsports

    Dislikes: Loud talking, People that chew with their mouth open, Taxes, unfair fights

    Personality: Confident when approached, Reserved and Depressed after her family was torn apart.

    Appearance: Wears hair straight, Symbiote covering body. Wears Jeans and a Hoodie to cover it.

    Stance: Registered

    Metahuman Ability: Symbiote suit includes; Shapeshifting, Telepathic abilities to Host (faux Spider-Senses), Super Strength, webbing.



    Bio:
    Raised from the age of 5 to be a fighter in inner-city Chicago, Maria was the pride of her father; Jose Gomez, a prize fighter/boxer. He acted as her personal trainer and coach in anything ranging from Brazilian Jui-Jitsu to Kickboxing. She was involved in many fighting tournaments around the world. At the age of 18, her father Died in a Robbery gone wrong. The family was devastated, her mother was institutionalized and Maria continued to fight for many months after until one night when she was involved in a high speed accident head-on with a bus. She Woke up 2 months later in the hospital from a coma to find out she had become paralyzed from the waist down. Bound to a wheelchair, she would never feel the joys of simple walking, let alone fighting again. After a few years of emotionally trudging through daily life as a cripple, she became very depressed and hateful, finding solace in the bottle. She spent several years wasting her life away at the Little Mexico Cantina; right next to the alley where her father was stabbed to death all those years ago. It was a rainy, cold October night as Maria downed one Tequila shot after another, hoping to repress the memories of her Father’s death, of her past life; when she actually was worth a damn. At closing time she wheeled herself out the front ramp of the Bar as she does every night. This time however, she rolled herself to the spot where her Father bled out in the alley. In a drunken rage, she began to flail angrily, hitting her fists upon her chair rests; upset from the memory until she helplessly fell out of her Wheelchair. Too drunk to coordinate herself back onto the chair she passed out on top of the blood stain on the concrete. She was awoken to a light kick on her arm, as she opened her eyes, she saw she was surrounded by low-life thugs. They planned to rob her..Or worse. Overhead there was a looming presence. Instinctively, She grabbed one thug’s leg and broke it immediately with a leg-bar, that’s when all hell was released. In the blink of an eye, she was being beaten to a pulp by the 4 men. Bloodied and beaten, they left her there to die. Call it luck, call it chance, call it a curse.. The looming presence came down from the building top, its’ hunger was stifling. It looked like a mere shadow through Maria’s swollen eyes. One tendril first licked her finger and grasped on, she felt it invade her brain with a voice. "Don't be afraid" it hissed. It began to spread over her body like an oily plague, consuming her. She felt her body instantly repaired, and she was able to walk again. This suit made her....normal. But what would it want in return?
     
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  4. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Blueline, Casey & Zephyr
    Downtown, NYC

    *** Zephyr’s Sanctum***

    Zack looked over as he noticed Zephyr’s approach, and nodded, displaying a light smile before returning his attention to the monitor screen. Like him, Zephyr was also an avid reader.

    The lab assistant shook his head almost absently as he read each headline, his blue eyes scanning the links being displayed. Each one had something to offer in its own way, wether he agreed with the presentation or not.

    “Most of these seem like senseless click bait to me.” Zephyr declared nonchalantly. Zack nodded in agreement. “Mhmm.”

    “What about this one, the Soho Auditorium one?” Zephyr pointed out.

    “Do you think that there’s any merit to it, or is it just more nonsense?”

    Zack had to turn his head and look at his friend, smiling. He was not surprised, since Zephyr knew him well enough to figure out he was indeed intrigued by that headline.

    What did surprise him was seeing Casey. Zack took a step back as he heard the young girl say, “Let’s find out.” Then move the mouse to click on the link.

    Immediately, the welcoming page to the SoHo Auditorium appeared, and as expected, the top banner made its announcement in big bold letters.

    ‘A Case for Integration.’

    A brief description of the main topic revealed, that indeed, human and metahuman relations was the focus theme. There was a long list of guest speakers who were scheduled to attend. At first glance, Zack did not spy a name he immediately recognized, but felt pretty certain there would be one or two in attendance. Another quick scan revealed the date for the gathering to be on the weekend, which was only three days away.

    “Yeah, I’ll be there. Count on it.” He declared audibly.

    “Sorry for causing such a distraction…” he added in apology as he looked at his watch. I have a few more minutes to spare. Might as well finish my pizza and scones before heading back to the lab, don’t you think?”

    Zack walked back to the well prepared table, feeling a bit guilty, but not dwelling on the feeling. He took a plate, placed a slice on it, got some scones, poured himself a glass of the available beverage and sat himself down to eat.

    “Mmmm. This is very good.” he commented after several bites.

    “So, Casey. How are you liking the place?” He inquired between another bite and a smile.

    Tag: @Ameteth, @galactic-vagabond422

    **************

    Lower East Side, Ernesto’s Bodega

    The chimes that hung on the door rang as they always did, announcing when a customer entered the establishment. A song by Drake had just finished playing and was followed by ( unlikely as it seemed ) La Oreja de Van Gogh.

    There were several patrons at the check-out counter, many who were playing their ‘numbers’ or purchasing other goods. The man at the cashier looked up.

    “Eyyy! Azulito!”

    Ernesto was an older hispanic man, who smiled broadly at seeing Blueline.

    “Where yu been?” he inquired. “Julio, ven acá!” He said, calling out to one of his helpers. “What’s up, Blue.” Julio, a younger man said upon seeing the local ‘hero’. He swiftly took over duties on the register, while Ernesto wiped his hands on his apron and walked over from behind the counter. “We no see yu for a couple days, eh?” Ernesto gave Blue a welcoming handshake with one hand and a pat on the shoulder with the other.

    “Come.” He said as he gestured for him to follow.

    The shopkeep moved between rows of canned and bottled goods, before entering a back room which was also a storage area. He made a left and lead Blueline to his cramped office, where he bid him to sit, as he sat on his own crowded desk. Most of the newspapers, magazines and hanging pictures were in spanish, but his bills were in english.

    Not so long ago, Blueline had saved Lourdes, Ernesto’s teenage daughter, from a pack of ill-intentioned drunkards. For that, Ernesto was forever grateful to him. The young hero had gained the proud fathers’ gratitude and confidence, hence he treated him like an honored guest.

    “Yu eat yet?”

    Oh, he also complained that Blue was too skinny and always offered him food when he got a chance.

    Tag: @galactic-vagabond422




    SGC 28.57^3
    Transia Mountain Path

    Concealed by fog and secreted by silence, SGC raised a hand, fingers splayed as he drew on invisible energies within himself. The energy coursed through him, and found release due to his will. He wished to ‘push’ the moaning and shambling form away from blind Erasmus, and it was so.

    The moaning revenant didn't even have time to screech, as it was forcefully shoved several meters past Erasmus and disappeared into the fog.

    “What’s going on?” The blind man demanded. He had felt the breeze caused by SGC’s actions, but lacked enough information to understand what happened.

    Barsali turned towards SGC, a look of surprise still etched upon his face. Suddenly, as a second revenant soldier emerged, the Ranger reached behind it and forcefully pulled it down to the ground. His blade flashed in a swift and deadly arc. The creature reached up to fight him off, but faltered as it began to gurgle, then fell limp.

    A third moaning form shambled forth. A whooshing sound cut through the fog filled air, as it too emerged. The soldier’s head reeled backwards from an impact. Harman’s blade hit its mark, and it was now buried in the creature’s cranium. Slowly, it fell backwards.

    Barsali rose, his face serious. He lit one of the few torches he carried and set the revenant at his feet on fire. Harman rose as well and quickly went to retrieve his blade, which immediately prompted Barsali to light up Harman’s fallen target.

    “Is everyone, Ok?” Barsali whispered aloud, now moving towards Erasmus.

    Distant moans could still be heard, but none sounded earnest, or near…maybe save for one.

    “We cannot stay here, we have to keep moving.”

    “What’s happening!” Erasmus insisted.

    “Cadavru.” Harman said simply.

    Erasmus paled as he was stunned into silence. Barsali did not wait; he took the old man’s right arm, placed it over his left shoulder and neck, then placed his left arm around Erasmus’ waist.

    “Let’s go.”

    Smoothly, he passed the torch to Harman, who nodded as he took it and hurried ahead.

    “Try to be quiet, if you can.” The ranger said to the blind man, who simply nodded as he was being helped.

    ‘You should hurry’…

    The now familiar voice seemed a bit stronger in SGC’s mind.

    Behind the nearby tree, the fallen revenant soldier SGC struck down, clawed its way to its feet. It looked about, confused, then hissed, though after a moment, it had forgotten what it was hissing about, then simply moaned and ambled right along.

    *******

    Moments later and some distance ahead, the trio moved as quickly as they were able and did their best to avoid detection. Barsali took deep breaths as he exerted himself, he resolved to protect his charges and complete the mission. Sweat fell from his brow, but he ignored it, as he did his aching muscles.

    Looking ahead as he continued on, he could see the glow of Harman’s torch. The young tracker had stopped for some unknown reason. Slowing his pace, he approached, still supporting Erasmus.

    “What’s wrong?” He asked, but Harman didn’t have to answer. Before the trio was a chasm, and a single wooden bridge on which to cross it. Barsali shook his head in disbelief.

    “Fortune, be with us…”

    Tag: @Mitth_Fisto




    Niman Morris
    New Orleans, Louisiana

    "How about we..." Niman ran his fingertips over his goatee. "Skip the main course, and get to why we're here? I have a train to catch."

    Ghost Fox gave the handsome man a curiously playful look, as she apparently mused on how best to answer. In that time, the waiter had returned with their drinks.

    “One tea and lemonade. Half and half. One Mimosa.”

    “Why, thank you.”

    With expert movements, the drinks were placed atop the table, before the waiter retreated.

    Ghost Fox reached forth her hand to retrieve her drink, then brought it to her lips, taking a small sip.

    “Mmmm. It’s good.” she declared in mock surprise.

    “Well, I wouldn’t want you to miss your train now, hmmm? I suppose a six figure assignment is too paltry a sum for someone with your talents, which are no doubt, in high demand.”

    A small smile, and another sip. Ghost Fox looked up from under her champagne flute and gazed patiently at Mr. Morris.

    Tag: @Twelve3Feven




    Agents Mary Formal & Liz Merrick
    Triskelion HQ, New York

    Agent Chesterfield shrugged innocently, as Dr. Redstone looked from him to both, Agents Merrick and Agent Formal, and then back at the liaison officer. A single eyebrow arched in the form of a query.

    The two British Agents were involved in some rather curious conversational and physical interactions. Arther had no answers for the man’s unspoken question.

    It did appear that it was all in good humor.

    Swapping uniforms was, of course, not even an option.

    “If you need an adjustment made to your uniform, we can make that happen.” Arthur interjected, doing what a liaison officer was paid to do.

    Dr. Redstone simply continued to listen, an amused expression gracing his face. Agent Merrick seemed to be the sensible one, while Agent Formal was somewhat more…direct.

    "And for me, so we are all on the same page, what have you been told about our field of expertise?" Agent Formal intoned.

    “That you are investigators…what else?” Dr. Redstone answered without missing a beat, although he now smiled knowingly.

    “You have experience with paranormal activity. That’s all I’ll say for now. We can discuss more during our official meeting tomorrow. It was a pleasure meeting you both. Agents. Good day.”

    The red headed man offered a nod to all three, which Agent Chesterfield returned, before the good doctor turned and exited the apartment.

    “Well, I think that went well.” Arthur declared as he exhaled.

    “So, do you wish to continue with your tour, or would you rather take a break and unpack your things?”

    Tag: @Sith-I-5




    Agent Bishop Knight
    Triskelion HQ, NY. Mission Room 34NE


    “Is there anything else you would like to know or share before we move on?” the synthoid asked.

    “I think it would be best if I spoke to Director Hill privately about my reservations.”

    Agent Bishop certainly seemed anxious about something, the Vision noted to himself. There was a heightened level of stress in his voice, though probably not perceptible to most beings. Still, there were no other accompanying signs to warrant any real concern.

    “She is momentarily unavailable…” Vision informed easily enough, “However, she’s agreed to meet with you shortly.”

    The Vision nodded, then paused for a moment, before continuing in his trademark amicable manner.

    “As you can probably imagine, the upcoming Hearing is extremely important, and security is a priority. In your opinion, what do you think about having additional metahuman agents on our security detail?”

    It was a simple enough question, one that touched on the ‘hot topic’ of the day.

    Tag: @E. L.Knight




    Agent Callum Hideki
    Triskelion HQ, Agent Miranda’s Office

    Miranda was inwardly pleased with Agent Hideki’s professionalism. It was quite refreshing to see someone who reminded her of a more classic era, which she had studied in great detail.

    “So, you have some mission details for me?” Callum asked, as he now adopted a more professional demeanor, one which had ‘work mode’ written all over it.

    “Actually…” Miranda started saying, as she eyed her monitor. She paused for a moment, reading an update she’d just received.

    “I believe there are two mission active missions suited to your skill set.”

    Here, Agent Miranda afforded Hideki her undivided attention.

    “The upcoming UNSC Hearing will need capable agents to work its security detail. You have both the experience and qualifications necessary to be an asset to that team.” Miranda smiled and offered a slight nod.

    “Additionally, you also posses a personable disposition. A directive has been initiated to recruit an interim group of metahumans to assist SHIELD in this time of crisis. The recruitment process will need capable and versatile agents, if its to succeed.”

    Miranda steepled her fingers, her gaze leveled at Hideki.

    “Both missions could forward your career, undoubtedly. I’d love to assign you to both, but I’m afraid the logistics make that an impossibility. In which case, I leave the decision to you. Which mission would you choose for yourself, Agent Hideki?”

    Indeed, there was work for the Agent, however, the path he walked would be one of his choosing.

    Tag: @Jedi_padawan_leigh




    Gami & Isaac
    Woodlin Camp, Maine

    Kim stood alert at the base of Momma Woodlin’s tree house, easily observing as Gami and Isaac descended the wooden ladder. The female watcher looked upon the young pair with a neutral expression etched on her face, not withstanding she was about the same age as Isaac.

    At a glance, one could see that Kim already had the bundle on her, strapped to her back like a backpack.

    “I made you a pack.” Kim announced and handed a back pack bundle to Isaac as soon as he approached. His bundle looked exactly like hers.

    “There’s a mat, a blanket and some other items. I’m pretty sure you might want to add a few things.” She said to him, then regarded Gami.

    “We can get you a pack too, if you want.”

    The three of them quickly discuss what they would do. It was agreed that the trio would leave after gathering some necessary rations and supplementary items needed for their trip.

    “Let’s exit through the rear camp entrance.” Kim said, already deciding. “Don’t wish to have too many eyes on us.”

    And so, Kim, Gami and Isaac made their way out of Woodlin Camp and headed due south. The forested terrain was not hard to traverse if one knew what do do, and was familiar with were the known paths lay.

    Kim had to turn slightly to look over her right shoulder and past the back pack. She used her left hand to brush some of her raven hair off her face.

    “OK, looks like were in the clear.”

    Her voice was confident, but her right hand remained gripping the handle of her sheathed machete.

    Tag: @Ktala, @Darth_Elu




    Maria Gomez
    Downtown Chicago

    Everything had changed that fateful day. It was not that very long ago, but it still felt like yesterday. The scum of the city tried to victimize her, but she would be a victim no more. They had paid dearly for following their baser instincts- and there was little to no remorse.

    Maria no longer needed of her wheelchair and now enjoyed long walks, simply happy to be able to walk once again.

    Had she even told anyone? That would probably require a whole lot of explaining. Could she even get back into her old sport?

    Better yet, how long and how far had she walked this time around.

    The city was alive with activity, but she was lost in thought. Her feet seems dot be walking by themselves as her mind wandered, leaving her near an intersection in a neighborhood she vaguely recognized.

    Across the street, a cantina blasted lively music. Several patrons were outside, socializing. A few even sang along to the songs chorus: I want rock n’ roll.

    A short distance behind her, a trio of shadowed males paced her. One drew on what looked like a cigarette, the small amber incandescence brightening, then dimming as smoke was exhaled.

    “Pssst. Princess, you lost?”

    Tag: @WookieeRage




    Aisté Regina Max
    Oxford University, Oxford England

    Great Lawn

    The two women strolled with casual familiarity through the well manicured gardens. Both wore black. The older wore a more traditional attire, almost matronly, but with conservative flair. The younger of the two was in the pulse of modern fashion and couture. That they were actually related was not immediately obvious, lest on was familiar with either.

    “So good of you to stop by before going off on holiday, Regina, dear.”

    The older of the two women smiled sweetly at her raven haired daughter.

    “ I know I shouldn’t worry, but I’m sure you’re aware of the discomfiting news being reported from across the ocean. Such barbaric behavior. Are you sure there’s naught we can do to change your mind? There are other, more - welcoming places you could visit on your holiday.”

    The day was quite pleasant and mild, especially for a stroll. Regina’s mother was not traditionally the ‘overprotective’ type, however, once could never be too concerned for the welfare of one’s own child.

    Tag: @Zao Vizla




    Alastor Zingari
    S.H.I.E.L.D. EA HQ, Kenya (defunct)

    The Nitramene had done its job. At least on the nearside of the facility. Emergency alarms blared in response to the damage caused, and as expected, several more drones responded to the emergency. Half a dozen emerged to secure the facility, while another six flew straight out, through the hole on the roof. The area needed to be secured and the intruder dealt with.

    “So… I’m going to give you guys a choice… you can actually surrender… or you can come out here and let me put you down in as least a painful way as possible.” Alastor declared clearly, even as the color of his suit changed. “Either way… this ends here.”

    “No. It is YOU who will end here!” A voice was heard, sounding almost manic. It seemed to come from every direction and then none at all.

    At the far side of the facility, a brilliant white circle had formed. Non-combat drones and scientist used what technological means they possessed to usher the remaining Super-Adaptoids into the glowing tubular circle. They were assisted by the dodecahedron, who cast a wide beam onto the proceedings.

    “You meddling Fool! DIE!!” The manic voice cried out.

    Next to Alastor, the air flickered almost imperceptibly as flame burst suddenly around a shape not unlike a pillar, which came down right on top of him with Titanic force.

    The surprise tactic was not altogether unfamiliar.

    Tag: @Kahn_Iceay

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  5. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Feb 3, 2016
    IC: Maria Gomez (Venom)
    Downtown Chicago..
    She enjoyed the feeling of just walking.. Even after so long after the Symbiote had taken hold, she never got sick of walking. Maria never got sick of walking the streets of Chicago, no matter the dangers. Wandering even the wards of Englewood when the Symbiote needed Human brain to be sustained, the cops were fools and knew no different. The Symbiote took care of her, and she took care of it. It was the perfect parasitic relationship.. If there ever was such a thing...

    "Watch your surroundings, Maria"

    The Parasite warned her of the inferior scum that began to surround her with some great Classic rock coming from the Bar across the street.

    "Pssst... Princess, you lost?"


    Maria looked up from her day-dream to see three shady figures enveloping her pathway. One took a long drag of his cigarette, embering the shadows of the Alleyway for a second. She innocently addressed them,

    "I don't want any trouble, I'm just meeting a friend in the Bar over there"

    She pointed across the street to the bumping Cantina. The three thugs turned their heads, pausing for a moment before turning back to Maria. They laughed hysterically and the smoking man piped up again.

    "See, I don't think you understand. You owe me.. You owe myyyy.. buddies here. I own this block and there's a toll...You'll pay us, one way or the other.."

    In front of the Cantina's outdoor bulbs the smoking man began to high five his comrades as the Symbiote began to entice Maria with it's power.

    "I already stood back once and let you try to handle this, Maria. These humans are going to hurt you...badly. I'm going to destroy them whether you want to or not.. You should know by now there's nothing you can do to stop me...Besides, if you want to keep walking and fighting like the Bad*** I chose that fateful day, you will participate in this."

    "Alright boys, you want me... Come have me!" Her voice deepened as it hissed....

    In the cover of the Alleyway, the Symbiote engulfed Maria's head revealing her form as a grotesque set of teeth and a lashing tongue. Her clothes melded into the Jet Black suit that was her whole.

    The smoking man's draw of the cigarette was visibly cut short. It was seen trembling from his mouth in the shadows. The ember was seen falling through the darkness and sparked across the pavement as it impacted. A moonlit glistening puddle formed around the smoking man's left leg as he shook with fear, and as quick as the nicotine filled cloud faded, the three thugs turned tail and scattered in different directions. The Symbiote released hold again and hissed to Maria,

    "Awww, No fun, Mi Amor..."

    She never took her attention away from the Cantina lights. As she said, "she was meeting a friend over there...". Dodging the traffic to cross the Boulevard, she arrived at the Cantina doors. The bouncer recognized her heritage instead of her persona and let her in..

    Once inside, Maria surveyed the room. She saw a Lobos biker gang chapter in the corner talking in a secretive huddle within a booth. At the pool table, a couple, practically pro-creating upon the felt. At the bar was a smaller man with a cheesy mustache, about 5'4'' serving up premium tequila to a bachelor party ensemble, the groom to be, passed out upon the footrests.. Maria took a seat and waited for the person she came here to meet, a defined gentleman, with a lovely patch of facial hair.. Is what her contact told her, but nevermind her contact, we're not supposed to be talking about that guy... Besides, that could encompass anyone, it was just a code phrase they were supposed to speak.

    The short mustached bartender stood in front of Maria with a judgemental look upon his face.. "Tequila?"

    "Make it a double" Maria raised the tender's stakes....

    "Surely you will need a clear head when you meet the contact..." Venom hissed...

    "Shut Up!" exclaimed Maria to which the bartender looked perplexed to the blurt, but continued to pour the shot. "Sorry, I got my Bluetooth in..." Maria's hand directed the bartender to her left ear which was kept hidden beneath her jet black hair.

    "You know you don't have to speak aloud when you want to address me, Mi Amor... I can read your thoughts... I believe you need to pass on this round."

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  6. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Casey
    ‘Sanctum Sanctorum’, NYC

    As the link came up Casey scanned the page. The title she'd clicked on was at the top of the page in bold letters to drive the point home. The summary was what one expected, lots of talks on how humans and metas could coexists. It felt weird to her. She didn't feel like a meta but, as well with the monster that dwelled under her skin, she didn't feel fully human either. It was all subjective of course, she knew that. The world would see her as a meta the moment her condition was revealed. It was just that he didn't really identify as one or, maybe it was just that she wasn't ready to.

    She wasn't ready to give up on being 'normal' whatever that meant anymore. Though maybe she should, and just embrace her difference. Blue wore his meta tag on his sleeve for everyone to see. He didn't try to hide what he was, and he made no apologies for it.

    Zephyr on the other hand seemed to accept that he was a meta, and be perfectly happy with it, except he wasn't as upfront about it as Blue. Possibly for good reasons, metas were hated by many right now, and be proud about it might not be the best. Especially someone as seemingly private as Zephyr.

    Though comparing the two was like comparing Apples and Oranges, at their root they are the same, they're both metas but, they are fundamentally different people. Blue was cautious but, willing to put all of himself into protecting people. Zephyr was kind, with a huge heart, there was a want to do what Blue does but, he hesitates either out of fear or, just out of circumstance.

    Then there was her, normal boring her, the…plum…or peach, maybe in this fruity analogy. A meta, yes but of a radically different kind. They'd had time to accept to come to know and understand themselves. She didn't, maybe that's why she was constantly looking to them for answers. They knew more about this, surely they could help her sort everything out.

    Maybe it was time for her to find her own answers, to find out for herself. She looked over the list of speakers at the event at the auditorium, a few had PhD next to their name. Doctors, more supposed smart people. She wonder if anyone of them had any ideas on how to help someone that didn't want her powers, and just wanted them gone.

    Or, maybe that wasn't the answer either. Just wishing her powers away wouldn't change the fact that her father was gone, that she'd hurt her mother. Making her normal again wouldn't change the world she now found herself in the middle of. After this experience, could she ever go back to being normal?

    Zack moved back to the table, mentioning that he'd be at the event set for this weekend, maybe she would too. If only to see what they had to say.

    "So, Casey." Zack called out smiling, "How are you liking the place?"

    His words snapped her out of her thoughts, she shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "Um…" she thought for another moment, "We…well I haven't really gotten out much but, uh…It's nice, quiet, I like it, here at least." She returned to the table taking up another slice of pizza and a scone. The pairing didn't exactly work but, she'd made them, she was going to eat them.

    Again she interrogated every bite she took of them. Again critiquing them finding all the flaws. These were too dry, requiring a drink of something after every few bites. She would, just one time, like to make something perfect, to feel alright in her own skin, just for a moment. She was coming to believe that maybe that just wasn't for her. That she was doomed to never feel right, to never fit in, and to never make something perfect.
    _____
    IC: Blueline
    Ernesto's, NYC

    As Blue entered the familiar shop Ernesto called out to him.

    "Eyyy! Azulito!" Under the bandana the hero smiled. It felt good to be back, to see these people again. "Where yu been?" Ernesto continued, Blue was about to answer when Julio made his way to the register, ordered by the older man most likely.

    "What’s up, Blue." The young helper said as he took his place behind the counter.

    "Not much," Blue replied, that was a lie, a lot had happened. The riot, the fight afterwards, meeting Casey, meeting Zephyr, his world had been turned upside down but, right now none of that mattered.

    "We no see yu for a couple days, eh?" Ernesto asked taking Blue's hand in a shake, clasping the other over the young man's shoulder.

    "Yeah, got caught up in something." That would probably be the most he'd say about what had happened over the last few days.

    "Come," Ernesto lead the hero through the racks of good he sold to his back office, a cramped place with a crowded desk and pictures hanging on the wall. Blue saw bits of Spanish, on the newspapers and magazines that cluttered the desk along with a few bills in English. It was somewhat claustrophobic as Blue sat in the offered seat while the proprietor leaned against the desk. "Yu eat yet?"

    Again Blue smiled waving his hand. "Yeah, had a big lunch." He always hated taking food from Ernesto, and would often decline. It was more on principle than anything else. This man sold goods for his living, Blue just taking it even if it was given didn’t feel good, didn’t feel right.

    Though the young hero had found that principals rarely keep your belly full. Thankfully he wasn’t in that situation this time.

    "So how are things, how is Lourdes doing?" He asked rubbing his shoulder. He did his best to remember the people he saved, if they gave their names. Lourdes was more or less burned into his mind. A young girl, crying for help. It triggers something in Blue, brings him back to that day. The day he was too late, too weak, the day he lost Allison. Another thing he remembers was the broken beer bottle shoved into his shoulder by one of the drunks. Blue reacted to this in like manner with a kiss...a Glasgow Kiss, slamming his forehead into the man’s nose.

    It was also one of the moments he could feel himself slipping a little, slipping into the darkness that lives in his heart. It was something about the situation that put him right back there, four years ago. He swore that one of the thugs looked just like him, Allison’s father. He’d managed to pull himself back to the present moment before he went too far in front of the girl.

    "Anything get damaged during the riot? Did anyone get hurt? Anything happen while I was away, anything I need to know about?" It was a lot of questions but, Blue needed to know, was the neighborhood safe in his absence, was anyone feeling emboldened without him on patrol, was there a problem in need of his particular brand of troubleshooting? He waited patiently for Ernesto’s response. Eager to get back into the thick of his life.

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  7. Zao Vizla

    Zao Vizla Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    Sep 23, 2016
    IC: [face_skull] Aisté Regina Max [face_skull]
    Oxford University, Oxford UK

    Tom Quad

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    “So good of you to stop by before going off on holiday, Regina, dear.”

    The older of the two women smiled sweetly at her raven-haired daughter.

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    “I know I shouldn’t worry, but I’m sure you’re aware of the discomfiting news being reported from across the ocean, such barbaric behavior. Are you sure there’s naught we can do to change your mind? There are other, more - welcoming places you could visit on your holiday.”

    The day was quite pleasant and mild, especially for a stroll. Regina’s mother was not traditionally the ‘overprotective’ type, however, one could never be too concerned for the welfare of one’s own child.

    “Mother! I’m sure if you really wanted to you’d could try and change my mind, but we don’t’ have time for that. Father is waiting and I’d like to have a proper goodbye with you both. Additionally, I promised grandmother Gallio I would pay my respects to The Club.”

    The moment Aisté finished her sentence she felt a slight pressure in the frontal region of her brain. Now is not the time for a headache she thought to herself. She didn’t have time for that. Was she tired? She had been awake and packing until 5am. However, it was a familiar and specific sensation. It was almost like someone had taken hold of her forehead and started gently massaging it with both hands.
    She immediately made eye contact with her mother through her sunglasses. She was trained to recognize that feeling, to be sensitive to it and to dispense of it.

    She narrowed her eyes in concentration, took in a deep breath, exhaled and returned to enjoying warmth of the sun on her face and the relaxing stroll with her mother.

    She could see a slight smirk form on her beautiful mother’s face before she turned to face the direction they were walking.

    “Don’t be so obvious Mother,” Aisté scolded Theia.

    Laughing jovially they continued their walk through The Quad towards Bodley Tower and up the majestically gothic grand stairs into The Hall of Christ Church. Their heels clicked and clacked with hypnotic rhythm as they stomped their way across the ancient stone. The sound bounced off the walls echoing a melodic vibration.

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    It was summer. The college was mostly devoid of activity with the exception of the students and faculty taking summer classes. The city was functioning at half-life in comparison to when school was in full session.

    Aisté’s parents were both professors at Oxford. Lord Sebastian Max taught Physics while Lady Theia Gallio Max taught Occult Studies. In spite of their noble lineage Lord and Lady Max lived the modest life of educators. They loved teaching. They taught during the regular semester and conducted their research during the summer. They wanted to give Aisté the life of a humble lady. However, grandmother Lilia, Lord Max’s mother, had something to say about that as she lavished her granddaughter with expensive gifts and trips to exotic places.

    Aisté paused a moment and took in the Renaissance splendor of The Hall before entering. She saw her father, Lord Max, standing, waiting, admiring one of the many portraits that celebrated and honored the prestigious members of the college from Queen Elizabeth to W.H. Auden. The beams of light entering the Hall through a series of stained glass windows cast a warm glow in the great room.

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    Lord Max wore a pair of black tailored slacks and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearms. The Lord took advantage of one of Oxford’s most cherished sports, rowing. He rowed daily to maintain himself in good physical shape.

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    “Father!” Aisté called out in a firm but commanding tone.

    Lord Max turned to face his daughter and in a similar timbre responded, “Ave Regina!”

    The two ladies approached the noble lord. He embraced his beloved daughter and kissed her on each cheek and repeated the ritual with his cherished wife.

    “You know father you keep looking at those portraits with that much intensity someone will eventually mistake you for having Dorian Gray envy,” Aisté poked fun at her father.

    The three nobles laughed.

    “Father, I can’t stay long. I wanted to have a proper goodbye with you and Mother before I made my way across the pond to New York. The car is waiting for me at Tom Gate and my bags are at the Porter’s Lodge.”

    “Your mother and I won’t keep you. Did you call your grandmother Selene and let her know you’re introducing yourself to The Club and paying your respects."

    “Yes Father. I already spoke to her and she made the proper arrangements. Grandmother Lilia made all the other arrangements.”

    “You’ll call us when everything is in place?”

    Aisté nodded.

    “Goodbye Father. Goodbye mother. Please keep father out of trouble and away from those paintings. I’ll be back in two weeks. I love you both.”

    Aisté blew them both air kisses before she turned around and made her way back through Tom Quad and out the main entrance at Tom Gate where her driver and the matte black Range Rover had been waiting.

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    “G’day your grace. Your bags are already in the car,” the driver spoke with a pleasant voice before opening the door of the SUV.

    “Thank you Philip. Airport please.”


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  8. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: SGC 28.57^3
    Transia Mountain Path

    SGC was hidden well in the mists, as much as any thing was by it's refractive properties. Which is to say when one does not speak, very well in deed. He raised a hand, fingers splayed as he drew on invisible energies within himself, feeling it surge and build to cresting release. The energy coursed through him, and found release due to his will, his own mental focus and through the necessities of living in the wilds raw training. He wished to ‘push’ the moaning and shambling form away from blind Erasmus, to protect hisamic and it was so much to his own relief.

    The moaning creature didn't even have time to make a noise, as it was forcefully shoved several meters past Erasmus and disappeared into the fog.

    “What’s going on?” The blind man demanded. He had felt the breeze caused by SGC’s actions, but lacked enough information to understand what happened. SGC wanted to let him know, but he held his own tongue. At this point his amic was acting as bait, and if the two Rangers did not quiet him now, they were using him as such.

    Barsali turned towards SGC, a look of surprise etched upon his face. SGC felt a small note of wonder at this, hadn't he already demonstrated he could move things to the surprise and, to his own consternation, delight of the gypsy human village? Suddenly, as a second shambling soldier emerged, the Ranger reached behind it and forcefully pulled it down to the ground. His blade flashed in a swift and deadly arc. The creature reached up to fight him off, but faltered as it began to gurgle, then fell limp. Good use of a sharp edge, why thrown down first SGC did not follow, but it noted it non-the-less.

    A third moaning form shambled forth, this time a whooshing sound cut through the fog filled air, as it too emerged. The soldier’s head reeled backwards from an impact, which SGC quickly saw to be Harman’s blade that was now buried in the creature’s cranium. Slowly, the soldier fell backwards, down into the mists. And it was SGC's turn to have an opened mandibles in a surprised expression. He had not realized that these could be throwing weapons, merely hacking or slashing. Although as he considered it, SGC decided he would ask for pointers first, as an impressive feat of throwing an object without a perfect balance surely had it's pitfalls, as well as doing so with an object that is not sharp on either end.

    Barsali rose, his face serious. He lit one of the few torches he carried and set the soldier at his feet on fire. Harman rose as well and quickly went to retrieve his blade, which immediately prompted Barsali to light up Harman’s fallen target.

    “Is everyone, Ok?” Barsali whispered aloud, now moving towards Erasmus. Distant moans could still be heard, but none sounded earnest, or near…maybe save for one.

    SGC shook his head. "I do not understand." he simply whispered. He did not understand the one's they had killed, they were soldiers, but did not act like soldiers. Were they the one's Harman had found dead before? How did that work if they were those? Biologic or technological agents? Once dismembered would they act in concert or cease to function? Why fire if quiet was the main method of avoiding, would not the crackling flames draw others? Or was there an innate avoidance coded into the soldiers after resuming motions?

    “We cannot stay here, we have to keep moving.”

    “What’s happening!” Erasmus insisted.

    “Cadavru.” Harman said simply.

    Erasmus paled as he was stunned into silence. Barsali did not wait; he took the old man’s right arm, placed it over his left shoulder and neck, then placed his left arm around Erasmus’ waist. And from this SGC knew to simply follow. If his friend who talked of soldiers and guards like they were nothing, and bantered with gypsy humans and even SGC with suspicions of the form paled at the mere name of Cadavru, then it was something to suitably be afraid of. But why? So many questions.

    “Let’s go.” Barsali said before smoothly, he passed the torch to Harman, who nodded as he took it and hurried ahead.

    “Try to be quiet, if you can.” The ranger said to the blind man, who simply nodded as he was being helped.

    ‘You should hurry’…

    The now familiar voice seemed a bit stronger in SGC’s mind. Perhaps they were headed toward this familiar voice. Perhaps whoever it was had made it to the Mountain before him. A small part of SGC thrilled at that notion, but knew not to pin too many hopes on a friendly face already waiting for them.

    *******

    Moments later and some distance ahead, the trio moved as quickly as they were able and did their best to avoid detection. Barsali took deep breaths as he exerted himself, he resolved to protect his charges and complete the mission. Sweat fell from his brow, but he ignored it, as he did his aching muscles.

    Looking ahead as he continued on, he could see the glow of Harman’s torch. The young tracker had stopped for some unknown reason. Slowing his pace, he approached, still supporting Erasmus.

    “What’s wrong?” He asked, but Harman didn’t have to answer. Before the trio was a chasm, and a single wooden bridge on which to cross it. Barsali shook his head in disbelief.

    “Fortune, be with us…”

    Was that good fortune or bad? SGC did not know. What he did know was that he was heavy and the tensile strength of an old wood. "You three go first. I will follow." SGC simply looked out and down before turning back. "Hurry. We must hurry. Go." he simply whispered back.

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  9. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Gami
    Woodlin Camp, Maine


    Gami was glad that Isaac seemed ok about leaving as soon as possible. No need to make it more drawn out than necessary. And the task didnt sound TOO difficult. She wished they had bicycles to make the trip go faster, but Isaac had other ideas.
    "I get the feeling walking is our best option, even if it makes us take longer. Not sure why," he shrugged, "But sure. I don't see why we can't head out now. We'll have to pack for about six hours of travel. So snacks and maybe some food set aside for at least one meal just incase we are delayed a little. As well as…" He grew quiet. Gami simply nodded in thought. "Oh yes. Like you said. Just in case. Besides, we really dont know what to expect." She smiled, and nodded. But then, she lowered her voice as they walked towards the treehouse, growing serious now.

    "I do wonder, what she meant about all three of us working together thought?"

    Smiling, he gave a little nod. "You're right, it does seem odd she'd make a point about that. Notice how she was a bit vague about it being simple too? Lets meet Kim and make sure we're well prepared, just incase something funny happens. I'm guessing after the incident with SHIELD, the neighboring Camps might be recklessly stirred up or something." He gave a shrug of his own before giving Gami his own wink.

    Gami agreed. Mama Woodlin did mention the other camps as well. So that sounded like a good plan to her. And it would give them both a break from the camp. As they got closer to the tree house, Gami could see that the girl Kim was already standing 'guard.' Gami gave Isaac a look, and then looked back towards the girl.

    At a glance, one could see that Kim already had the bundle on her, strapped to her back like a backpack. "Geeze... a mind reader?" Gami whispered to Isaac as they got close to the tree house. Kim started to speak, as soon as they drew near her.

    “I made you a pack.” Kim announced and handed a back pack bundle to Isaac as soon as he approached, all but ignoring Gami. His bundle looked exactly like hers. Gami quickly noticed that she didnt have another pack with her. “There’s a mat, a blanket and some other items. I’m pretty sure you might want to add a few things.” She said to him, then regarded Gami.

    “We can get you a pack too, if you want.” Gami made a face, trying not to feel a bit miffed. Was she going to have to deal with a skinny version of Princess Chubikins? Gami blew a bit of air, as she decided not to get angry so early in the game. "Gee, you think?" She responded dryly. She then looked over at Isaac. "Yeah, guess I'll go scrounge up my own pack." She stated, crossing her arms in front of her. This was not going well already. Oh joy.

    The three of them quickly discuss what they would do. It was agreed that the trio would leave after gathering some necessary rations and supplementary items needed for their trip. Gami did NOT hurry to make her own pack. She was already annoyed. And it was quickly growing. Luckily, Gami kept most of her own gear packed up, and ready to go in a moments notice. She did locate a small axe, which she tucked into her gear, along with a small stick to use as a hiking staff. When she made it back to Isaac and Kim, it seemed the girl had other plans as well.

    “Let’s exit through the rear camp entrance.” Kim said, already deciding. “Don’t wish to have too many eyes on us.” Gami raised an eyebrow. This girl was beginning to bug her quickly. Momma Woodnlin didnt say it was a secret. Maybe it was just to keep Princess Dumpy from trying to follow. Or Jake. Trying not to frown, Kim, Isaac and Gami made their way out of Woodlin Camp and headed due south. The forested terrain was not hard to traverse if one knew what do do. Gami was recalling the instructions in her mind. '..There's a roadside market a few miles south of here. A bundle of special healing herbs ready to trade with the apothecary there. His name is Fu Long..'

    Kim had to turn slightly to look over her right shoulder and past the back pack. She used her left hand to brush some of her raven hair off her face.

    “OK, looks like we're in the clear.” Her voice was confident, but her right hand remained gripping the handle of her sheathed machete, Gami noticed.

    Gami have Kim a hard look. "Ok. So, since you're the one carrying the packet that we're supposed to exchange, how about letting us in on whats going on?" Gami asked as they walked. "You acting like you're expecting us to be hunted all the way there. Is there something going on between the camps we should know about?" Gami asked the girl point blank.



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  10. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    OOC: Combo Post with the Great GM: greyjedi125 ;)

    Cameron Giles & Maria Hill IC:

    ~Director's Office, Triskelion~

    It will be dangerous, she said. This statement created no change in the Deputy Director's countenance however. He would not be where he was today, have gone through everything he had already in the past, and not have known that. Dangerous was the new normal. He didn't even nod, just kept his eyes trained on Director Hill the whole time she spoke.

    "The heroes are missing, Cameron. The burning questions is, where are the villains?" To this he could only nod. He was one of many who wondered the same thing, the only feeling one got from that train of thought in the wake of everything came in the summation of a single word. Ominous.

    "They have not vanished. If only that were true. They are up to something, something BIG." Maria's lips tightened as she held back a grimace. "That attack at the demonstration, that seemed like some kind of tentative test. Where did Lash disappear to? Who else is working with him? Our interrogators can't seem to get anything conclusive out of Daken, and our resident telepaths find his mind overwhelmingly vile and convoluted to navigate without critically risking themselves. We already had a minor, incident, but that's neither here or there..."

    Sadly true, it was a risk all who were with SHIELD signed up for. Still, all of that was disconcerting. And among Cameron's own thoughts as well. Meanwhile, the Director closed her eyes and sighed, clearly trying to center herself for a moment. The Deputy Director, also known as Gemini, waited for her continuation of the conversation. He already knew where this leading, just needed the details.

    "I need answers, Cameron. The UNSC sends it lap dog to bark up my office and threaten my position…" She laughed incredulously at that though Cameron looked faintly surprised for half a second before simply shaking his head.

    "Idiots…" he murmured.

    "This all cannot, is not, coincidence. We need that Vanguard yesterday. I can assign The Vision to spearhead that project if that will help expedite its formation."

    "As you wish, he can easily handle the task. Be careful with some of those on the dossier I created however, some might need a more…human touch. No offense to Vision. Just keep it in mind."

    He waited till she was done checking out the priority signal she got before moving on.

    "Hellfire Club, Brotherhood of Evil, Mr. Sinister; we need to know who and we need to know before they strike again." Cameron could only nod at that. Logical and straightforward. He simply waited for her to finish.

    "As you well know, information travels fast among certain circles. Despite the level of urgency, we might be better served if we start at the bottom, given lack of intel. There's a local group you might be able to infiltrate and perhaps extrapolate information from, under the right circumstances, which we can 'arrange'."

    His eyes just watched her very carefully. This was akin to an outright order, it didn't matter what she said, he would do it without hesitation. Depending, he may offer a few questions, but there would be no question as to undergoing the task being given.

    "How familiar are you with the Morlocks?"

    Slowly, Cameron leaned back against his chair and let out a small breath. The Morlocks, hm? Starting at the bottom in more ways than one apparently. An appropriate start he supposed.

    "The Morlocks, founded by Callisto and a mutant divergent faction that lives under New York City. Low in numbers relatively, but decent amount overall. However, some time back came that Mutant Massacre event led by…"he trailed off for a moment, but shook his head in the end, "I can't recall who, forgive me. At any rate, the vast majority were killed but some survived and scattered into different groups still underground but throughout the city now. I can't recall if I got a report a ways back of some kind of underground flood relating to them or not as well.

    "Nevertheless, they are distinctly untrustworthy of those above, and can be a dangerous lot in their own regard." He paused a moment. "I doubt much from them, but with things the way they are now after Latveria…who knows? You may be right, we can't afford to overlook anything at this juncture. What are the details? I'm in."

    Without a doubt, the Director already knew he wouldn't hesitate to jump in. Heck, he had even been on call to jump into Latveria to battle Dr. Doom, but Fate had him ordered as a standby instead. Who knows, maybe he could count himself alive because of that.

    Maria slowly nodded as she gauged how much intel Cameron possessed. She found it adequate for someone not directly involved in Morlock affairs, but if the Deputy Director was to go on the field, he would need a full debriefing.


    “We have two of their members in custody.” The Director informed. “We can release one, under the proper circumstances. I can only imagine a fellow metahuman released at the same time, brought in for similar charges, could provide sympathetic, as well as an avenue to insinuate yourself into their midst.”


    Maria leveled her gaze at Cameron and held it for a moment, before offering a small nod.


    “For his part in defeating the Invading Skrulls, Magneto was given sovereignty over the independent island state of Genosha. As you already know, The master of Magnetism was also in Latveria during the Cataclysm, and has disappeared ever since. Our sources inform us that, in his absence, many metahumans have gone ‘missing’ as well. We have reason to believe not all of the missing metahumans are actual disappearances or kidnappings, but may be the targets of a secret ‘recruitment’ effort. To what end, that’s anyone’s guess.”


    Maria let out a sigh and shook her head lightly.


    “Last, but not least, we have Wakanda. According to Wakandan Intelligence, they have reason to believe that the current rise in cult activity may present a danger to Prince Mukhtar. Despite our perceived allegiance, Wakandans are a proud people and much prefer to handle their internal problems themselves. They dislike outsiders meddling in their affairs. Under normal circumstances, I would agree, but with Black Panther gone….”


    For the most part, Maria maintained a neutral expression, but a wry smile was still perceptible.
    “I think it’s work looking into. Quietly. Independently.Don't you agree?”


    Another small shake of the head, by Maria. Whatever she was musing at the moment, did not last long. Her expression swiftly returned to her focused and determinate self after a beat.
    “So, which of these suits your fancy?” she asked, serious, but with a hint of irony in her tone.

    The Director's words caused him to nod in understanding. Everything was one big question mark and he was just as eager to piece it all together as she was.
    "I agree," he replied rather simply and closed his eyes in thought to her last and most important question. Which would he prefer?

    Metahumans on a potential recruitment drive. Missing villains. High chance of connections with those two things that would only spell trouble in every angle. Rising cult activity and a possible danger to the Wakandan Prince, which was something he had been sent a memo on earlier. A quiet hand and perceptive gaze would be needed there for sure as Wakanda was home to mysteries of the most lethal kind.

    And which did he prefer? He would love to say both, but that wasn't going to be possible unfortunately. Not in this case. Wakanda was a high priority, yet the morlocks situation seemed dangerously simple. It could hide more information than it let on, not to mention the fact that it was still in the NYC area. At least initially it would be. With everything going on, the Deputy Director was a little hesitant to leave the region. But again, both were important and needed a skilled and preferably veteran hand. Two things he possessed.

    With a resolve forming in his now open eyes, he made his choice.

    "Release the Morlock. I have a new friend to make."

    Someone else could be found suitable for Wakanda, SHIELD wasn't without capable personnel and he would simply have to trust in them as their Deputy Director. For the time being, the Morlock situation nagged at his attention more for some reason and he was keen to find out why.


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  11. Ameteth

    Ameteth Jedi Master star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2009
    IC: Zephyr Vaillancourt
    Zephyr’s Sanctum, NYC

    It was just a bit past lunchtime and Zephyr was feeling both tired and energized.
    The pizza had been the delicious and the scones curiously tasty as an accompanying treat, Zephyr could feel his body re-energizing as his half human-half Kree metabolism processed the delectable fuel.

    By contrast his mind seemed to become also full, but heavy with all the new and sudden considerations, plans, situations and complexities that came with actually becoming a superhero.

    He remained at the computer console a while longer while Casey and Zack went to the table to help themselves to some lunch. He was vaguely aware that the two were having a conversation since his attention was now focused on the information displayed on the screen.

    So the symposium at the SoHo auditorium would take place in three days, this would give him time to set up a few things with his new teammates and allow him to prepare. Zack already stated that he would be attending and it was somewhat understood that Zephyr would also go, much of their friendship was based on improving the world and tackling the problems in any way they could; they were both optimistic dreamers, pro active ones at that.

    The would-be superhero scanned the list of speakers but did not see any names of luminaries or persons of note. Of course there was a disclaimer that the list was subject to change and that other speakers may come on board at a later time.
    Zephyr couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad. For one, a low-key gathering would not generate the type of crowd as the protest, additionally, since it was a bunch of people ‘talking’, the appeal was marginal. However, if big names were on the list, there was a risk of attracting much attention, both negative and positive. But who would be in charge of security, and what if they had gene-screening tech at the door?

    Zephyr’s brow furrowed slightly as he considered the possible complications to come. He decided to click on the link ‘Metas in Demonstration snafu to be charged’, he needed to see if Wall and Petra were being mentioned and what he could learn from the article.
    Granted, the two Morlocks had been a bit excessive in standing their ground but they did give him and his new friends a much needed opening to escape the chaos of that day.
    He felt honor bound to at least offer some sort of assistance, no matter how small.

    A small sigh escaped him as the thought about working on his game plan; build networks, remain inconspicuous, train, survive outings, win. Not necessarily in that order.

    Also a serious team meeting was needed so everyone would be on the same page going forward. There was quite a bit he had to share with Blueline and Aegis, especially if his place was going to serve as their first headquarters.

    After a few centering heartbeats, the raven haired youth turned and walked towards the lunch table to take a seat next to his friends.

    “I guess I’ll have to grill you about this ‘Hermione-Emily’ intern at some other time” Zephyr commented to Zack with a wink and a smile.

    “Seeing how we may be going to the symposium, I need to step up to my duties as host and show Casey how to get around this city. Calling for car service is always a good solution but knowing the layout of the land is indispensable. All it takes is getting lost once or twice.”
    Zephyr tried to deliver the last part with a serious face, but his mouth kept quivering into a smile, betraying his joke.

    “And Zack…let’s not agitate the muscle bound micro-cephalic hecklers this time, Ok.”

    This time he allowed himself to enjoy his own attempt at wit and irony.

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  12. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Posting on behalf of @Kahn_Iceay *Combo with greyjedi125

    **************************************
    IC: Alastor Zingari

    SHIELD EA HQ, Kenya



    Alastor looked up at the shape leapt at him. He recognized the attack, through the flames, and smoke, and offending atmosphere of a building gone wrong. And with titanic force the creature came slamming down, into Alastor’s crossed arms. Flames licked at his at his armor but this fire did not burn hot enough to compromise it. The force of impact however pushed the man into the floor, his boots and legs spread out against the movement as the floor cratered slightly.

    “Sorry, but the Executioner isn’t the one who dies.” An alarm went off inside Alastor’s helmet, a proximity warning that the EMP rounds were about to impact. Live data feeds showed that the drones were attempting to intercept them, but not being dedicated defense drones, and the sheer speed that the rounds carried from their launch methods they failed horribly. However it still only gave Alastor a moment to react.

    Shifting all his weight to his side he placed the weight of himself and his assailant on his right leg and brought his left one up and with every single ounce of strength he could muster in a moment’s notice he lashed out with a kick, intent to send the attacker back, but only for a moment.

    --- --- ---

    Across the facility the world was consumed in a flash, a short lived but bright brilliant one. Static filled the air, or seemed to, as radio channels, comm relays, anything electronic in a several kilometer radius inside the EAHQ’s deadzone suddenly experienced a magnitude EMP burst, and died. As the flash wore off, and AIM agents vision came back they became quickly aware that their drones had fallen victim to something, as they lay scattered across the various places they fell. They also noticed they were no longer alone.

    Dozens of others, all clad similar to the intruder now stood in plain sight, their armors slowly lighting up, skull adorned masks a myriad of colour and emblems. Guns raised, and shots rang out. The already chaotic location had now become a battleground, and more DEM forces were inbound. This was now a war, and it was a war DEM was going to win at any cost.

    --- --- ---

    Back at the center of the Chaos Alastor brought himself up to his full height, as his systems rebooted from the automated shutdown prior to the EMP bursts. His opponent was still alight, and that obscured its true form from view but Alastor knew what it was, or what it was mimicking. “Out numbered, out gunned, and out of luck. How do you want to play this one out? Because we’re not holding back anymore.” He opened his arms, goading his assailant towards him. “So come at me, and die like the rest of MODOK’s lackeys.”

    Alastor’s armored kick was indeed a powerful one, but his opponent was combat ready and braced against it with its powerful brick layered forearm, which suddenly came into view.

    The impact only caused him to take a step back.

    “Is that all you have little human?” it said mockingly, just before a brilliant flash bathed the entire zone.

    The EMP burst Alastor had ordered succeeded in shutting down any systems that were not protected against such an attack.The flying drones were the first to be affected and fall to the ground. AIM agents were similarly affected, but with no permanence.

    The dodecahedron flashed a sequence of lights upon its surface, then began to move towards the shining tunnel at the other end of the battle zone. With its task complete and a satisfactory number of cargo already moved, the air shimmered around it before it disappeared from view.

    Below, AIM agents were surprised by DEM forces and engaged in a ground battle. For the most part, they fought with a measurable tenacity, though a few AIM units were able to detonate themselves in hopes of inflicting a few casualties on their invaders.

    Alastor issued a taunt that was immediately acted upon.

    With blinding speed,two large rocky hands shot forth and grabbed hold of Alastor in a gigantic vice grip, and began squeezing him. His arms were pinned against his body, as he was hefted two meters from the ground. The pressure he was experiencing could easily crush a solid block of steel like papier-mâché.

    At the end of the rocky arms, the upper half of a male humanoid figure was wreathed in flames, while the lower half was completely unseen- that is to say, invisible, to make it look as if it were floating.

    “CRUSH him like the BUG he is!!” the maniacal voice spat.

    The clash continued all around them, and while the engagement was fought, a metal door opened at the far end of the ruined lab. Out of it, the large disfigured form of a macrocephalic humanoid floating upon a mechanical armored chair, descended to ground level, seemingly alone and quickly making his way towards the luminous tunnel.

    Alastor had to admit, this was a predicament, for most people. However the execution of the move and the singing proclamation of straight up superiority by MODOK rang true to one key factor. “Ya’ll some stupid sons of *******.” Given that his arms had been out and open, hoping for a ‘Super Skrull’ signature move of ‘crush the inferior creature’, the Mercenary’s hands slapped against the inside of the beast’s biceps, and pushed.

    The sound of straining stone filled the air, an unfortunate side effect of choosing to mimic Thing. Slowly the arms of the beast began to relent, pushing away from Alastor who due to his grip moved closer to the beast, until he was right in its flaming face. “I’m going to add you to the massive list of Skrull and Skrull wannabe’s that I’ve put in their place. Just in case you’re curious about your place in the overall scheme of things.”

    Releasing his grip Alastor dropped down to the floor by the creature’s feet and spun out of immediate kicking range as he detonated the two shaped HEAT charges he’d just planted on the ‘Super Skrull’s biceps. “Crush that you piece of ****.” At that moment a Sonic Boom was heard as another shell slammed into the 'teleportation tube' that AIM was using. There wasn't a detonation so it was either a penetration or it actually teleported, Alastor couldn't tell from the dust and debris it kicked up however. He just hope that if it had been teleported, it broadcast it's GPS coordinates before it went dark, he also needed to high five that gunner.

    The Super Skrull took one step forward when simultaneous explosions detonated with tremendous force. He was launched backwards and fell on his back. That’s when he realized that his arms had been blown off, and only stumps remained.

    The stumps did not bleed, as one would have expected, but rather, emitted electrical sparks. The Super Skrull was not ‘organic’ at all. By its advanced design, it could mimic the combined powers of the Fantastic Four-in addition to a few other enhancements.

    The stumps began to produce filaments as it began to regenerate.

    The Super Skrull looked surprised for half-a-second, then annoyed, before settling on an amused expression.

    “Hehehe…” it chuckled as it rendered itself completely invisible, from both visible and electronic detection.

    The first sonic boom raised dust and debris around the bright tubular opening, momentarily obscuring it. AIM agents fought on, even though DEM forces now dominated the encounter. As the dust settled from the first shockwave, both MODOK and the dodecahedron were nowhere to be seen, all the while, the bright tunnel shrank in size, then collapsed on itself, releasing a shattering ‘BOOM” once it closed.

    An eerie silence encompassed the now devastated East African HQ, with the exception for the final signs of struggle. The bodies of AIM agents littered the ground as well as what was left of the formerly secret operation.

    Alastor would receive a message regarding SHIELD, who would have received an alert, which meant that he and his forces did not have a lot of time to evacuate the premises.

    The dust settled and Alastor stood up, his suit had been blaring in his ear ever since the Skrull, Robot, Skrull-Droid had grabbed him, and broken five of his ribs. Of course adrenalin, medical systems, and a temper that could ignite suns kept him from falling over. Now he stood half hunched, arms around his midsection as he felt bone and muscles mended themselves. It burned, but not quite as much as what he saw on his HUD.

    Names, displayed in red. McMillian, Heathcliff, Singh, all displayed in red. He was mission lead, so he got casualty reports, when suit sensors no longer picked up their wearers biometrics. He stepped over towards the gaping hole he’d made and overlooked the chaos, supporting himself on a steel column. Metal, shrapnel, bodies, they all scattered across the zone.

    The column strained as his grip dug into it. “This is the Executioner,” He let out a pained breath, “See if there are any survivors, prepare to pull back, we’ll try and interrogate…”

    He was interrupted by a loud boom and a sudden rush of air washing over the remains of the facility, scattering more dust, as it faded a single form hovered in the air clad in silver armor, unkempt platinum hair waving in the breeze. “Gather only our dead and wounded… leave theirs.” The voice was Josie’s, and it was cold.

    “But Boss,” a voice called out on the comms, “There are survivors, people who were only wounded.”

    “Leave them, in a manner that makes sure they can’t leave, but do not kill them.” There was a long pause, nobody said anything, then slowly gunshots echoed, and screams. “SHIELD is coming, gather ours and leave. You’ve five minutes.”

    Her gaze shifted over the battlefield, and fell on Alastor. “Zin… you leave too. Return to HOME…” Alastor didn’t argue. His pack hissed, and wings snapped out from the side, extending outward, repulsors flared to life and he shot up into the air, hovering beside her for a moment. “Sending a message?”

    “To AIM, to the world.”

    DEM’s personnel left, within three minutes they, their wounded, and their dead, loaded up on Quin-Jets and left, fading away into stealth. Far off the coast the two warships locked down, and began to submerge, within minutes themselves invisible to the world above. Leaving only a singular floating figure. “Is the signal still active Dusti?”

    “It’s not transmitting anymore but the frequency is still open, we can assume their listening, even if it's just through the suits of those they left behind.”

    “Good… begin transmission.” Taking a deep breath, she slowly let it out with a hiss. “MODOK… a few years ago, I sent you a message. A sign of the cost of crossing me. Now I send you another, a second toll you will pay, the third will be yours personally.” Her body shifted to the side, and she held her hand out, closed into a fist, downward to the facility.

    The atmosphere cracked with energy, and the clouds above her seemed to darken as a golden aura of energy formed around her fist. “Next time, there will be no survivors.” Her fist opened, and the energy coalesced into an orb that shot down into the facility. For a moment, there was nothing, as Josie shot away at blinding speed. Then a moment later, there was truly nothing. A light consumed everything in a thundering crack. The clouds above spiraled away as the dome of energy consumed everything within and around the facility.

    A moment passed, and the energy field faded, leaving a smooth inverted dome of glass, as the dirt and sand was superheated, and then rapidly cooled. In the end, what had been the SHIELD East Africa HQ and then a secret AIM facility had been reduced to nothing more than glass and ash, DEM had left empty handed, and a message had been left. The message to AIM, was that this would only end in their destruction. The message to the world, was that whoever had fought here, was not to be underestimated.
    *******************************************

    A few moments earlier, Triskelion HQ, NY

    Acting SHIELD Director, Maria Hill, concluded her meeting with her Deputy, Cameron Giles. He had acquired a high priority mission and was scheduled to receive full details in short order.

    Feeling somewhat satisfied, Maria sent a signal to the Vision, informing him that she was ready to receive Agent Knight, who had been waiting to meet with her, regarding concerns on his assignment as Chief Inspector of Cyber Security at her U.N.S.C. hearing.

    A moment after the signal was sent, a priority message appeared on her desktop screen.

    Priority Alert: East Africa Headquarters destroyed!

    “WHAAAAAAAT!!!!???” Maria exclaimed aloud, almost rising from her seat, before slowly coming back to a sitting posture.


    The report automatically scrolled all available data and continued to do so, which Maria automatically read. She could not help the incredulous expression now etched upon her face, or the new headache she now felt coming on.
     
  13. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    [And the Follow Up]

    DEM Central Headquarters HOME
    Bella La Cava, South Solomon Sea



    The fist impacted the three-inch-thick piece of armor plating, leaving a deep imprint and a loud clang that rang out in the large open training room turned triage facility. Several people looked up at the outburst, before wising up and going back to their tasks. “****,” Alastor finally let out a word, a string of them in fact, in several languages as Dustine stood quietly off to the side, eyes closed and face solemn.

    “It as an information gathering mission, a gorram snatch and grab why did AIM have to be there?” He asked as he slammed his fist into the plate again, taking his anger out on something that couldn’t feel it, other than a person, or worse, himself.

    “We don’t know. None of our intelligence on them had them anywhere in that area, let alone such a large operational facility.” Dustine replied, a tone of disappointment in her voice. Disappointment at herself, she was supposed to know these things. “It would seem in the past few years MODOK and his have gotten better at hiding their trail, the assets we, and the world, lost in the Skrull invasion didn’t help.”

    “Skrull…” Alastor repeated the word, it sat like bile on his tongue and made his innards twist in anger. He hated the aliens, almost as much as he hated AIM. “They were using Skrull technology, and I don’t mean in the way we do. It was intimate, a meshing, they even had an artificial Super-Skrull. Double F variant.”

    The silver haired woman nodded and crossed her arms, “A lot of people have been using their technology since the Invasion, but AIM had been unusually quiet prior to the outbreak.” Her brow furrowed as she thought, data running through her head. “Do you suppose they were working with them?”

    Alastor’s eyes danced for a moment as he thought, bits of information visualizing in his head. The side effect of his original mutation, before the plethora of others that came later. “When I used LEGION on their security system there was a set of alien code that the system couldn’t process. The drive we put it on didn’t have the power... and that, glowing D12 they had, it was not normal AIM tech.”

    “No… It wasn’t.” A third voice, Josie. Her armor was gone, or at least undeployed but she was still in her combat suit. She stepped up to the plate that Alastor had been using and in one quick motion punched her entire arm through the plate, dislodging it from its housing and sending it careening into the all behind it where it implanted itself. “Whatever it was, it dies with them.” She pulled her hand back and flexed it, as though checking it for damage or wear. “Recall all active teams that are not on critical missions. Then go over the telemetry that the round managed to get to us before it went dark with as fine a toothed comb as we have. There are no other priorities outside of the Xavier’s one.”

    “That mean, what I think it means Boss?”

    “Yeah… But for the time being, we still need to finish your mission, because if its true what’s going on, we’re not exactly going to have a chance to go to war if the world’s under someone else’s heel.” She crossed her arms under her chest, tail wrapping around her waist, “But we’ve a dead end on that now, the EAHQ was our best chance.”

    “No,” Alastor conceded, “It was our safest chance," internally he winced at the words, safest it turned out not to be. He looked around, making sure nobody else was exactly in earshot to hear him suggest this. “If this idea is to work, only two of us will be put in danger, granted it’ll be me, and you.” He motioned at Josie. “The questions we have to ask ourselves are this, how much do you want to suddenly live up to the image you were intended to replace, and do I really feel like coming back from the dead?”
     
  14. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    Isaac Angakkuq IC:
    ~Woodlin Camp, Maine~

    As he walked alongside Gami, they came up to Kim soon enough to find her standing guard already. At least, it sure seemed that way. At his companion's brief look, he could only shrug. Some like to be prepared he supposed.

    This woman already had a bundle on her, so she was most definitely the prepared type. No way around that fact.

    "Geeze…a mind reader?"

    Isaac said nothing, but did respond with a small snort in place of a laugh as he tried to be politely quiet and ending up only partially successful. As soon as they reached her, she turned to them and handed out a pack to him, he accepted with mild surprise.

    "I made you a pack. There's a mat, a blanket, and some other items. I'm pretty sure you might want to add a few things."

    The joke about Kim being a mind reader was more apt now. Still, she definitely was the prepared type for sure at this. He gave a small nod at her last statement.

    "Yeah, I was just thinking about what I wanted to add."

    She nodded then looked at Gami. "We can get you a pack too, if you want."

    "Gee, you think? Yeah, guess I'll go scrounge up my own pack."

    This was not going well already between the two women. Isaac nearly felt a small headache coming on and they hadn't even left yet.

    <Oh joy. Perhaps I will get some entertainment out of this yet.>

    Isaac shook his head with a small sigh, glancing up at the sky for just a moment.

    <Lets not get carried away, ok?>

    "Tink" didn't reply, but he felt her grin through their spiritual connection. And she wondered why sometimes he felt like she earned her nickname. Oi!

    After a quick discussion of what they would do about rations and supplementary items for the trip, he left to go take care of what he had thought of. Quickly grabbing the supplies and getting them in the pack, he made for the meeting spot with the two others.

    Somehow, it didn't surprise him that he got there before Gami. This 'simple' journey was going to be pure joy it would seem. Was this what Momma Woodlin had hinted at? That he was going to have to be stuck in this atmosphere the whole time?

    When Gami did finally arrive, with a walking stick in tow, Kim was already taking charge. He didn't mind it so much, but it was interesting to see.

    "Let's exit through the rear camp entrance. Don't wish to have too many eyes on us."

    The secrecy was a surprise, but he went along with it quietly. Perhaps it just made things easier, nothing to raise any concern about. And soon enough they were through the said entrance and on their way officially.

    Kim felt the need to look over her shoulder and verify their confirmed silent passing. A hand on her sheathed machete as she did so; this was something he noticed in silence as well. Judging by Gami's flickering of eyes, she noticed it too.

    "Ok. So, since you're the one carrying the packet that we're supposed to exchange, how about letting us in on whats going on? You acting like you're expecting us to be hunted all the way there. Is there something going on between the camps we should know about?"

    He hoped the straightforward approach didn't backfire in some way, but it may be just what they need to do at this point. Subtle signs of something not entirely 'right' being what they were. Still, he hoped Gami didn't get too coarse with her questions since it was clear she didn't like Kim already.

    Isaac remained silent even then, but his eyes look inquisitively over at Kim too. Should Gami get any more aggressive with her words, he may intervene to try to smooth things. But until then, it was best to see how the Watcher would react.


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  15. Twelve3Feven

    Twelve3Feven Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    Apr 5, 2016
    Niman Morris
    -New Orleans

    "Paltry 6 figures?" Niman leaned back in the comfy couch and shook his head before taking a sip of his half and half. These people and their money. Throwing it around like it was nothing. He couldn't get mad or criticize them too heavily though. He had accumulated quite a financial purse himself through his dedication to this lifestyle and his clothes, while they looked like he had randomly picked them up in a thrift shop, had cost a total of about 5 or 10 thousand dollars on. Everyone has their vices.

    "I don't know what skills you speak of." Niman waved his hand dismissively before smirking. "But 6 figures would be enough for most men. I am one of those men, I'm afraid. Whatever job you're wanting of me... I'm sure whatever skills I have will be sufficient." He had a desire in his eyes; a fire. Something on an instinctual level energized him when there was a challenge presented to him. Especially from an employer that sought him out with such aggressive tactics.

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  16. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Agents Mary Formal, Liz Merrick
    8th Floor, East Wing, Unit 27, International District, Triskelion, NY


    Agent Formal sat on the sofa in their quarters, welcoming the accomodating softness of the cushions under her and against her back as she unzipped her kneeboots, put them together, and tucked her legs underneath her, kneading some life into her right foot and toes with her fingers.

    The girls had jumped at the chance when Arthur had asked if they wanted a break to unpack and rest back here.

    Mary had immediately taken the 'Mother' role and relieved Liz of her security card and keeping it with her own, only handing it back when they reached the security checkpoints.

    She actually quite liked the S.H.I.E.L.D. security arrangements, having glass barriers and a pair of armed guards downstairs, rather than E-Branch's idea of security, which had really never progressed beyond a card-operated private elevator at the back of the London hotel whose top floor served as their headquarters.

    The Arcan shifted over to give her left foot some loving, and glanced towards the closed bathroom door through which Liz had gone, taking her toilet bag and the bottle of aloe.

    So, Doctor Redstone knows that we are investigators, does he? She mused to herself, recalling the abbreviated exchange with their new supervisor. With experience in paranormal activity?

    They had a little thing in Britain called the Official Secrets Act. Which the two E-Branch agents had of course signed up to.
    Neither she or Liz could share proprietary information before knowing what S.H.I.E.L.D. knew of their business, and whether it was due to their own intelligence-led efforts, or because Ben Trask, their boss, had told their American cousins more than he said he would.

    The Arcateenian glanced towards the bathroom at the faint sound of the toilet being flushed.
    She had tried to coerce Jocasta into telling Liz that a log had been created, each time she heard that subtle splash of water, but at the end of the day, she realised that she could not do that to her best friend.
    No seriously, she couldn't; Jocasta had asked if her if she had 'administrator privileges' and the E-Branch agent had known she was beaten.

    Mary sighed at the missed opportunity, and picked up her datapad, switching it on with a swipe of the black screen, and tapping in her IIS (individual identity sequence). She scrolled to the local news services, aiming to find out something about this area of the world.

    A headline about SRA demonstrations in New York, caught her eye. Anti-registration camps being set up in Central Park. New York's Police mobilised in case things got worse.

    "What the hell is a NuSentinel?" She wondered aloud, furrowing eyebrows as a pair of excitable news anchors on the screen, compared it to a more familiar-looking robot called an ED-209, which appeared in a smaller square in the top-right corner of their studio shot. "Now, where the hell do I know you from?"

    A click from the bathroom door had her look up as Liz sauntered out, her hair up in a white and blue towel, and a larger SHIELD bath towel wrapped around her at underarm-level, giving the appearance of a fluffy off-the-shoulders party frock, half a blue eagle disappearing behind her left hip.

    Moisture dripped off the telepath's datapad as she quickly sauntered across the carpet, turned and sat so heavily on the sofa that Formal almost tipped into the depression created, before the memory foam seating rallied and pushed Liz back up.
    "I found it!" She whispered excitedly as she crossed her legs with her feet under the opposite thighs, and placed the tablet on her lap.

    Mary set her own mini-comp aside and looked down at the condensation-speckled screen of Liz'. "Found what?"

    "My new uniform, of course." Merrick blurted, "I was using the datapad in the shower, and scrolling through the on campus services."

    Formal groaned. "Oh, don't tell me they call this place a campus."

    "It's just the vibe I get."

    "Oh yeah." Mary looked sidelong at her friend's face. "You went to Uni'."

    "What do you mean, I went to uni?" Liz countered with an interrogatory tone. "So did you. Cambridge."

    "Little known fact; Cambridge University shares real estate with the City of Cambridge. That's where The Farm was, and I was only there for six or so months."

    Merrick gestured with the datapad. "Anyway, I found this place called S.T.A.R." She read out the letters

    Formal brightened, thinking about Resident Evil. Heck, if vampires were real, maybe the events of Raccoon City were as well! "Special Tactics and Rescue?"

    "No. SHIELD Tailoring and Repairs." She dabbed the screen to activate it, and flicked the picture that was presented with a tactile finger swipe, then repeated the action, settling on the third image, showing two front and one rear shots of a wavy-haired brunette in a black one-piece bodysuit, with discreetly thin yellow piping outlining the shoulders, forearms, and running down the sides of the torso on both sides, past the hips and down the outside of each pants leg. There were patches and strips of a thicker and shinier smoke-coloured material at different points for no apparent practial reason. The model wore black flat-soled kneeboots, and metal bracers protecting the back of her fists and her forearms. "Those things on her arms look very practical."

    "That they do. I didn't think they were made any more." The Arcan thought the idea had died out centuries before. Even given her own history on the planet, the only time she had seen that look was in history books, or in films.

    "I gave them my measurements and ordered one. They deliver to the International District."

    Mary frowned. "What good is that going to be for us?"

    "We're in the International District."

    "Oh right, yes!" Mary nodded enthusiastically. No idea. "Got it."

    The telepath shook her head, the towel turban dislodging ever so slightly. "You in blue, me in black-"

    "We'll look like a bruise."

    "-people will be able to tell us apart."

    "They can already do that." Mary glanced up towards the bright square of their window. "All they have to do is see who is holding their tablet in their hand whilst in polite company."

    Liz grimaced and elbowed her in the ribs.

    @greyjedi125


    Note: Thank you to greyjedi125 and Kahn_Iceay for the pics of Liz' new outfit.
     
  17. A Blind Prophet

    A Blind Prophet Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 25, 2016
    Prophet Created, Grey Approved

    Name: Aina Cadogan
    Codename: N/A
    Gender: Female
    Age: 20
    Hair: Varied, but tends towards long red hair.
    Eyes: Varied, but likes indigo colored eyees.
    Height: Varied, typically 5'4
    Weigh: Varied, typically 104
    Likes: Food, warm beds, being clean, computers, toilet paper
    Dislikes: Liars, cold or wet weather, sleeping outside, being a metahuman, powers in general
    Personality: Distrusting, but exceedingly loyal should you gain her trust. Formerly giggly, but life has beat that out of her and she looks at things in a very cynical manner now. Downtrodden and has basically withdrawn in on herself. Somewhat antisocial and likes to be on her own.
    Appearance: [​IMG]
    Tends to wear a long leather coat when she's not on a job, and underneath comfortable clothes, mainly jeans, t-shirts or sweatshirts depending on the season, also very much prefers basketball shoes as they provide great support and mobility. On a job she now a bodysuit with numerous pockets for whatever tools she thinks might be necessary for the job and that her natural abilities can't handle.

    Bio: Born into a rather affluent family around the Westchester area, Aina was able to enjoy the finer things in life, and was able to get a good education. Her parents tried to raise her by gift proxy, making sure she always had things to amuse her and keep her busy. She had once had a nanny, but that was only until she reached the age of ten and started having to fend for herself outside of their chef. That was the one thing she'd never had to take care of on her own. As a result of her “parenting” she became very attached to her computer, which her parents made sure was always up to date. She ended up getting into hacking, joining a variety of hacktivist groups in her mid-teens. That's one of the reasons she became so anti-social, she simply couldn't identify to much of anyone else she knew in person's life and her online persona was so much more interesting.

    It was also during this time that she discovered her powers, which had almost resulted in an extremely embarrassingadventure at school involving her walking out of her clothes. Instead of talking to her parents about what happened, she instead turned to the web and found some things about how to understand one's abnormal gifts, and so she trained with them as she could. One of the things she'd found was Xavier's School for the Gifted, but she knew that there was no way she could convince her parents to send her there. It wasn't until her seventeenth birthday that her parents discovered her “gifts”, and the promptly through her out of the house leaving her with almost nothing but the clothes on her back and a laptop computer that had been “defiled” as they thought about it. Thus began the part of her life that was a living hell, and her reasons for hating mutants and their abilities, including her own. It was during this time that she discovered her second ability, to shapeshift and take on other people's appearances... including some size differences. She also ran into the man who mentored her in the thieving arts, and actually made sure that she was capable of surviving. His name was Jets, and he never gave her anything else. Given that it was after she'd been going hungry regularly for a couple of months and had to fend off several unwelcome advances during that time she'd learned to be careful, and never gave him her real name. She also had taken up the habit of changing her appearance as much as she could, figuring the practice would ultimately be useful as well. All of this, especially the mentoring, made the stealing that she found herself doing just to survive much easier. Eventually it turned into a bit more than just stealing to survive, and instead became a bit of a way of life, thanks to Jets hooking her up with a variety of jobs until she was able to find targets herself. Her “home” is full of interesting things, and she's become a very wanted criminal, if anyone had any clue what she looked like and how she did any of it. There isn't even a trace of a name, merely a nickname: The Shadow... that she despises.

    About two years into her new life Jets asked her to help him with a job, knowing how useful her talents were going to be for it. It went very south, and Jets ended up trying to give her up to the police. Learning that there was no honor among thieves, she turned intangible and left him to the police. Changing her appearance as soon as she was outside the walls, they never had any clue what she actually looked like, and due to her almost always appearing different when she talked to Jets he didn't really have any description to give them. It was then that she vowed never to trust anyone again. If her parents could just throw her away like so much trash, and the only other person who had really given a damn about her would turn her into the police, well people just weren't worth the time.

    She's also kept up with her hacking, becoming incredibly well known in the hacking underworld, known as m15f1t, even though she secretly despises leetspeak, she figured it was a good way to make sure it would never be associated with her. She may not be the best at it, but she's getting close. One of her main things is exposing secrets from governments, especially those secrets that end up hurting people in her kind of position. And then the explosion happened, and all of the Superhuman Registration stuff started happening. She isn't precisely sure which side of that issue she stands, and while she isn't registered she does understand the need for it. After all, she's a bit of a poster-child for why it should happen. But as she lives as off the grid as she can, hiding behind silly numbers of proxies and the darknet, she doesn't exactly plan on changing that.

    Registration Stance: Unregistered

    Metahuman Data:
    Primary: Intangibility (Can also make things she is touching intangible as well)
    Secondary: Shapeshifting
     
  18. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor Zingari
    New York City
    ...Welcome Home...



    Mercenaries, and those like them, have a number of ‘faces’. There’s the ‘real’ you, the face that you show when you’re not on the job, when you’re surrounded by your friends and family. There’s the ‘professional’ face, the one you wear when you’re deep in the trenches, armor covered in dirt and mud as the world explodes around you. The face that you wear when you cut yourself off from the things that make you human, and do things that would otherwise keep you awake at night.

    Things that often still do.

    But things are not always black and white. The world is a spectrum of events, pain, suffering, joy, and sorrow. Sometimes the face you wear is more one, or the other, sometimes it’s not like any you normally put on, and today, the face Alastor wore, was of a dead man. The face was his of course, but the suit, the tie, the stance, was all that of a man who fell into the ocean over a year ago, and was never saw again.

    Till today that is.

    Stepping out of the cab he paid the driver and then turned his attention to the building in front of him. A large technological monolith that sat at the edge of the river, an Annex. A massive security check point for majority of the comings and goings to the SHIELD mega complex off shore known as the Triskellion. And as one might expect, there was quite a bit of business going in, and a fair bit less going out.

    It was by no means swamped, the line moved at a steady pace, a testament to SHIELDS ability to be efficient in at least bureaucracy and routine. As he approached the security kiosk where two Agents in light tactical gear scanned everyone’s credentials and waved them along and as Alastor moved up to their position he placed his card against the reader, and the entire smooth operation ground to a halt.

    A flag was tripped, the ambient light of the kiosk went red, and the security gate locked behind the person ahead of him as Alastor’s data floated above the reader’s console.

    Name: Alastor Zingari​
    DOB: 3-31-1982​
    Gen: Male​
    Hair: Brown​
    Eye: Violet*​
    Rank: Division Director​
    Division: Exo-Armored Operations​
    Clearance: Level 8**​
    Status: *Metahuman (Registered SRA V1) **Deceased

    It was that last word, flashing in red, that caught the two men off guard as clearly they’d never had any sort of situation like this occur on their shift before. They looked at Alastor with confusion in their expressions as he simply smiled.

    “I’m more than a bit late for reporting for duty.”

    Tag: greyjedi125
     
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  19. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Casey & Zephyr
    Zephyr’s Sanctum

    Zack took the last bite of his pizza and chased it down with a drink as he listened to Casey respond to his inquiry. It hadn’t been so long since she had arrived to the big apple, just in time to find herself in the middle of an anti-SRA demonstration. Zack was convinced the girl had angels looking after her and presently wondered if she was liking her new surroundings

    In the back of his mind, a thought formed. Casey was young and had to come from somewhere. Did she have any family worried about her whereabouts? That was a question he would have to field to Zephyr later on.

    "Um…" Casey began pausing to think for a moment. "We…well I haven't really gotten out much but, uh…It's nice, quiet, I like it, here at least."

    Zack smiled at her, betraying none of his musings.

    “It’s a pretty nice neighborhood, you know.” He stated after a beat.

    Zack turned his head slightly, to glance at Zephyr. “You should really show her around. Especially the park by the water.” Another quick glance, this time at his smart-watch, which revealed the time.

    “Well, I hate to run out on you guys, but If I don’t head back now, I’ll be late.”

    Zack stood up bumped fists with Zephyr. The gesture was so natural and automatic, he hardly needed to think on it. To Casey, he simply waved and smiled politely, since he had sensed her stiffness from earlier and didn’t wish to come across as overly familiar or pervy.

    “I’ll catch up with you guys later. I’ll let myself out, so no worries. Oh, and Zephyr, I’ll let you know more about Hermione-Emily later.”

    Giving a friendly wink, Zack turned, and began to make his way out of the sanctum, as he was already calling for car service to pick him up and take him back to the Baxter Foundation.

    “And I’ll call you guys about the meeting in SoHo this Saturday!” He yelled back from the foyer, just before exiting through the front door.

    Now, it was just Zephyr and Casey left in the cozy living room. The time was right for young ‘Aegis’ to take her first step in her training as a new would-be hero.

    Tag: @Ameteth @galactic-vagabond422
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    Blueline
    Ernesto’s Bodega, NYC

    “So, how are things, how is Lourdes doing?” Blue had asked, as an opener.

    Ernesto watched the young hero rub his shoulder, but decided not to worry about it. Blue was more than capable of taking care of himself and then some. He had demonstrated that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

    “Well…” Ernesto began, shaking his head lightly and offered a parentally awkward smile, accentuated by a shrug and open arms of surrender.

    “She wants to be ah ‘ballerina’ now. I got her in da classes. Is expensive, but she likes. She ask about yu de other day.”

    "Anything get damaged during the riot? Did anyone get hurt? Anything happen while I was away, anything I need to know about?"

    Ernesto’s smile broadened and he gave a good humored chuckle.

    “Easy, Azulito.” the store owner said, gesturing with one hand for the young hero to relax.

    “After de riots, there were..em…SHELD…no, em..SHIELD men around de streets for a day or so. Nobody cuz trouble. But as soon as dey go…” Ernesto clapped his hands, making a startling sound. “Bam! Bad peepol make trouble. Dos Equis gang is shootin, acting crazy. Los Capitanes get mad, but many Guardian Angels stop de fight down Avenue A. Pero, what aboudt next time? “

    The shopkeep shook his head and seemed at a loss.

    “Is good yu’re back, Azulito.” He stated with obvious relief.

    Ernesto’s anxious expression softened by now, as he was practically re-living the time in question.

    “Morlocks, dey is quiet for now too.” He added with a nod.

    Ernesto reflexively crossed himself, before turning his attention back to Blueline.

    Tag: @galactic-vagabond422




    Maria Gomez (Venom)
    Downtown Chicago

    The burning liquid warmed her insides as it smoothly went down. The buzz it promised would come eventually, of course. Music played all around her and the patrons within the Cantina made merry, without a seeming care in the world.

    The Los Lobos look out remained alert, though his gaze did linger on some of the lively and fairer celebrants. So much had changed since that day, yet certain things remained the same. Was this for better or for worse?

    The barkeep wiggled his mustache as he took furtive glances of Maria. He was no knight in shinning armor, but still, one knew how dangerous the night was for any woman who’s had a little too much to drink.

    And what of her supposed contact?

    Nothing yet.

    The ambient sound was a cacophony of loud music and lively voices, smoke obscured certain areas designated for smokers. None really noticed when the front door opened, admitting a strong looking figure who merely took a few steps inside, but went no further. In a moment, a red dot appeared on the empty shot glass that Maria had been drinking out off.

    If she even noticed and bothered to follow the origin of the red dot, she would see the same strong looking figure standing by the door, face obscured by a hood. He held a laser pointer which he used to get her attention. With his free hand, he beckoned to her, signaling for her to come outside.

    Tag: @WookieeRage




    Aisté Regina Max
    Crossing the Atlantic

    The Luxury Learjet that currently transported one Aisté Regina Max from her England home to the Americas, flew smoothly over a cover of clouds, which hid the blue sea underneath them. It had been an upgrade from the last one 3 years prior.

    Seated in stately comfort, Aisté had a few hours to spare. Checking the stock market was a routine exercise. Stark Industries was staying a float and doing surprisingly well, given the fact their former CEO and golden poster-boy, was listed as missing.

    In the wake of the Superhuman Registration Act, the private sector seemed to be doing well, even growing. Security Firms, Private Militaries, Defense Initiatives, all were experiencing an uptick in business. Even Biogenetics and Biochemicals were doing well, but policy makers were suffering a record low in ratings, and so was the entity which carried those policies into effect. That being SHIELD.

    Among her personal e-mails, Aisté could count the many invitations to numerous galas and affairs. There was fashion week in NY, La Traviata at the Met, A Private Party hosted by Tom Ford, and so many other curiosities. But the most curious message was found in the ‘ trash’ of the family e-mail.

    It was from SHIELD’s Department of Paranormal Phenomena. Since it was not a ‘known’ sender, it had gone to the trash bin. Surely, there was no harm in opening trashed general mail addressed to the family. Upon opening it, it would be revealed that the sender was one Dr. Redstone, who had addressed it to Aisté’s mother, Lady Theia Gallio Max, concerning an occult matter.

    Aisté’s reading would be interrupted by a recorded message from her mother, instructing her to take an in-flight nap, seeing how she’d noticed her daughter’s fatigue and did not wish to trouble her then with her concern.

    A prompt sounded on a console next to her seat, indicating that her movie of choice was ready for viewing.

    Life, as it were, seemed normal enough.

    Curious that no soul seemed concerned with the state of affairs, particularly in the absence of the Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme, one Dr. Stephen Strange. The power vacuum left by him would most certainly be felt— sooner or later.

    Tag: @Zao Vizla




    SGC 28.57^3
    Transia Mountain Path

    Harman stood, torch in hand , silent, like a sentry. His eyes and ears scanning the surrounding area. Barsali was still holding Erasmus. The ranger shook his head lightly in disbelief as he looked upon the narrow wooden bridge that lay before them. It was the only way up the path, up the mountain, up to Wundagore Keep.

    "You three go first. I will follow." SGC said to his gypsy companions, then looked out and down before turning back. "Hurry. We must hurry. Go." he simply whispered back.

    Barsali frowned, his lips tightening for a moment.

    Not so distant moans could be heard — too close for comfort. Their shambling sources presently kept hidden by the fog, who one would assume worked on the behalf of all involved.

    “Harman, you stay with Noble Esgeecee. Protect him.” Barsali whispered.

    The young tracker nodded, his expression serious, his eyes hardening and hiding his growing concern. In one hand he held the torch, and with the other, he produced his blade.

    “I’ll be back as soon as I’m able.” Barsali promised as he nodded in return; he took a deep breath and turned, helping Erasmus forge ahead. Taking one look at the narrow wooden bridge, he sighed, then moved on, resolved on crossing at the best pace he could manage.

    With the very first step he took, the gypsy ranger cringed and stopped suddenly. The wooden boards had creaked in response to their combined weighed, announcing their position.

    “Leave me here…” Erasmus whispered. They don’t want me.”

    “Not a chance, amic.” Barsali answered somberly. “Let’s go. We are not stopping until we reach the other side.”

    The other side, which he could not see at the moment.

    Gritting his teeth, Barsali mustered all his stamina and took another step, then another after that, each one creaking in turn. He dared not look back as he moved, that, as fast and as carefully as he could, while helping the blind man he carried with him.

    Some distance behind Barsali, the moans got closer, louder. Harman crouched lower, his young face a mask of determination. His mounting fear was held in check. He was a proud gypsy, a tracker from camp Zori.

    “I think I see three of them through the fog…” He whispered loud enough so SGC could hear. “….but I hear five.”

    Almost as if conjured by his very words, three revenants did appear through the fog, shambling forth. One moved in SGC’s general direction, but two moved quite definitively towards Harman. It was up to them to hold the bridge.

    Tag: @Mitth_Fisto




    Gami & Isaac
    Towards the Roadside Market

    All seemed in order. At least Kim seemed to think so. Package. Check. Escorts. Check. No one seemed to have noticed them moving out from the camp, especially since they’d exited through the rear entrance.

    The trio began to move, when a youthful but serious voice caught Kim’s attention.

    "Ok. So, since you're the one carrying the packet that we're supposed to exchange, how about letting us in on whats going on?" Gami asked as they walked. Kim glanced over and saw the young girl giving her a hard look.

    “You acting like you're expecting us to be hunted all the way there. Is there something going on between the camps we should know about?" Gami asked the point blank.

    Kim returned Gami’s icy stare and held her peace. Her first impulse was to answer harshly, but then she remembered Mama Woodlin’s admonishing. They had to work together, if they were to succeed.

    Kim let off a sigh, releasing a good amount of tension as she kept walking. She noticed how Isaac had chosen not to intervene, as he probably was curious of her answer to Gami’s pointed question.

    “The less you know about it, the better.” Kim said, her voice gruff, but before an objection could be made, she spoke again.

    “One of the camps is in league with a criminal. A metahuman criminal at that.” Kim informed matter of fact, not looking at Gami or Isaac, but keeping herself alert. “They tried to persuade Mama and Papa Woodlin to cooperate, but they kindly refused.”

    The female watcher’s expression hardened for a moment, but she was able to rein in her -distaste.

    “Mama Woodlin is a pacifist. I’m not Mama Woodlin. But she can be strong, so for her sake, I can try.”

    The terrain began to slightly slope downward, granting them a boost in momentum. As they got further away from the camp, the trees began to seem denser, packed closer together. They would have to save their energy coming back. A downward slope now was an upward hill later.

    “So stay on alert.”

    Kim glanced over to both Gami and Isaac as they continued on. Kim’s expression was neutral, a lot less tense than moments before. If working together meant answering questions, then she would do what she could in that regard.

    Tag: @Ktala, @Darth_Elu




    Niman Morris
    New Orleans, Louisiana

    Ghost Fox leaned back on her chair, regarding Mr. Morris. She brought her drink to her lips and sipped slowly, allowing herself to enjoy the taste. Her eyes never left him.

    He was playing the game alright, and for his part, he did it well enough. Ghost Fox smiled in coy dissimulation as she placed her half-empty glass back on the table. Gracefully, she reached into her clutch and pulled out a pair of thin, high tech mirrored shades and placed them on the table, close to Niman.

    “Those are Virtual Reality Visors.” She informed casually.

    “Once you put them on, you will be confirming your part in the contract. You’ll also be receiving data: For your eyes only.” She said, a hint of a purr at the end of that sentence.

    “But, you cannot keep them.” She informed, offering a knowing smile.

    “So, if you’re ready, let us begin.”

    With gesture of her hand, she indicated to Niman that he could proceed with the viewing process.

    Tag: @Twelve3Feven




    Ania Cadogan
    Ania’s underground hideout, NY

    Drip. Drip. Drip.Drip.

    The sound was annoying, but after a while one could learn to ignore it. At least her power was back on, which took the power company long enough to restore it. No thanks to the big showdown between SHIELD’s Nu Sentinel and the fake Iron Man nearly a week ago. The clash had disrupted the whole of downtown, and according to some sources, an EMP had been involved as well.

    Thankfully, Ania’s secret bunker was nowhere close to the blast radius, but the power outage had affected her regardless. Now there was a water leak she had to fix somehow.

    First world problems.

    Ania’s bunker had been quite a find. A small isolated room, forgotten in the vastness of the city’s infrastructure. There were not many ways to get to it, but it was very easy to get lost trying to find it. Within it, Ania did her best to decorate her new ‘home’ to her liking, given her ‘new life’.

    Inside the lit room, her computer pinged alerting her of a message she received through the darknet. A parallel webspace the majority of the populace was unaware of.

    It was §†41n.v again.

    For someone with his reputation, he did not seem to mind contact with a less known user. He’d encouraged Ania to take on bigger, riskier jobs. Because it was the right thing to do. Some time ago he had mentioned something about SHIELD.

    //m15f1t. m33t 4 ¢oƒƒ33?//

    The cursor blinked, as he waited on the other end for Ania’s response.

    Tag: @A Blind Prophet




    Alastor Zingari
    Triskelion, Gateway

    The two soldiers looked at Alastor with some confusion, and though they did keep their cool, they were unsure as to how exactly they should proceed. Before either one of them could call in their unique situation, all personnel at the frontage received a message directly to their earpiece.

    The two guards looked at each other, seeming to communicate wordlessly. The senior of the two gave a solid not, turning from his younger partner, who looked slightly bewildered.

    “Rookie.” The older man muttered.

    “Agent Zinger.” The older man said, addressing the well dressed ‘dead man’.
    “If you’d be so kind please move to this area, next to our guard house.”

    The man, who had salt and pepper hair, indicated with a gesture.

    “I’m agent Holland, assigned to gate security. Please step on the blue mat.”

    Once Alastor stepped on a the blue mat, he was scanned from head to toe by a roving bream alongside the guardhouse.

    “Identity nominally confirmed as, Alastor Zingari. Status: Zero clearance. Further testing recommended. Please, await further instructions.” A familiar A.I. voice spoke.

    “Well, at least there’s that.” Agent Holland said with some relief.

    “If you have any weapons on you, agent, please place them inside the safety container.”

    A silver briefcase was produced and opened, while the attending agent remained conversational.

    “You sure look well for someone who’s posted as ‘Deceased’.” He joked.

    In the distance, a hover vehicle was fast approaching, lights flashing, while at the gate, every effort was being made to keep the flow of traffic moving without interruption. Within moments, the hover vehicle arrived and landed close by, creating a bit of a windy disturbance as it set down. The doors promptly opened. One armed escort in armor stepped out and stood by the vehicle, while a woman and a man steeped out, leaving the driver.

    The tall black man carried the bearings of a security officer, which was confirmed when Agent Holland, saluted in greeting.

    “Sergeant.”

    “At ease, Agent Holland.”

    The man approached, his expression pleasant and confident, his demeanor welcoming.

    “Greetings, Agent Zinger, is it?” The tall man said, offering a powerful hand for him to shake. “ I’m Sergeant Bradley. I’m with SHIELD security. As you can well imagine, we have some questions for you. If you don’t mind, there is also a screening process, as you well understand, it’s part of security protocol.”

    The Sergeant regarded Alastor and shook his head lightly as he smiled. In his eyes there was a glint of recollection.

    “I wasn’t there at the time, but I heard about what you did during the invasion. That was…something else.”

    The tall man nodded his approval, then dismissed Agent Holland.

    “Shall we?” He said, gesturing towards the hover vehicle.

    “Oh! That’s right. I hear you are already acquainted with Dr. MacTaggert.”

    “Hello, Alastor.”

    It was clear that Moira was attempting to control her emotions, but her eyes still became moist. She knew Alastor. She was there during their troubles at Xavier’s, but now she wore SHIELD colors under her white lab coat, and was required to be both professional and objective.

    “It’s been a long time.”

    Tag: @Kahn_Iceay


    *Gotta Crash. Apologies for brevity and typos, as auto correct and I are bitter enemies. Pending tags will be updated soon.
     
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  20. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor Zingari
    Triskelion Gateway


    “Zingari,” He corrected the man, as he stepped on to the blue mat and let it scan him. He listened to the stats be rattled off and frowned, “You wound me Jocasta, I thought we were friends.” At Agent Holland’s request he unbuttoned his suit jacket and produced two Sig P229 pistols, and placed them in the container, along with their spare magazines, and a concealed knife. “I was a combat specialist, I am never in a state of unarmed, unless asked nicely.”

    Holland made a joke about him looking good for someone deceased, Alastor simply shrugged. “Apparently I’m better at not drowning than SHIELD is at finding things in the water. But feel free to fall fifty thousand feet into the sea and be back at base the next day.” He was in character now, the Agent Zingari had always been sarcastic, off putting, and defensive. Good enough to get where he was, but not personable enough to progress further without issue.

    Then came the vehicle, that was new, usually SHIELD wasted Quin-Jet’s on these sorts of sort trips, someone probably needed a new house so they worked up a proposal for a new, unnecessary vehicle to R&D and got these. As it came to a halt and oriented its side towards the group, as the side loading ramp came open three people were revealed, he recognized one. The tallest of the bunch, the one that was armored but not as much as his cohort, was immediately identified as a Sergent. He also butchered Alastor’s last name.

    “Zingari. There’s an Are-E involved.” Alastor took the man’s hand though, he was strong, probably trying to play, even if subconsciously, the part of alpha male. Alastor didn’t seem to react to it however. “I’ve just come back from the dead, and it’s a long story, which I’m sure everyone will want to hear. Some security screening is to be understood.” He then mentioned the Invasion, and Alastor frowned. “There was a lot of somethings, and a lot of people who deserved better.”

    Finally the man got to Dr. MacTaggert, who hadn’t aged a day. You didn’t need Alastor’s sense of observation to know that she was getting just a tad emotional. It almost made Alastor smile, almost. “It’s good to see you Doctor. You look well, though I don’t imagine you came along for the ride just to see me.” Stepping up the ramp he stood towards the center of the riding area, where he knew the guard could keep a good eye on him. “Just be careful where you poke the needles.”

    Tag: greyjedi125

    OOC: I know it was autocorrect butchering Alastor's name but I couldn't not let that opportunity pass.
     
  21. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: SGC 28.57^3 aka Darwin
    Transia Mountain Path

    Harman stood, torch in hand , silent, like a sentry. His eyes and ears scanning the surrounding area. Barsali was still holding Erasmus. The ranger shook his head lightly in disbelief as he looked upon the narrow wooden bridge that lay before them. It was the only way up the path, up the mountain, up to Wundagore Keep.

    "You three go first. I will follow." SGC said to his gypsy companions, then looked out and down before turning back. "Hurry. We must hurry. Go." he simply whispered back.

    Barsali frowned, his lips tightening for a moment.

    Not so distant moans could be heard — too close for comfort. Their shambling sources presently kept hidden by the fog, who one would assume worked on the behalf of all involved.

    “Harman, you stay with Noble Esgeecee. Protect him.” Barsali whispered. The young tracker nodded, his expression serious, his eyes hardening and hiding his growing concern. In one hand he held the torch, and with the other, he produced his blade.

    SGC had wanted to protest. But then again three on that wooden bridge would be just as bad as him trying to cross with one. So he held his thoughts.

    “I’ll be back as soon as I’m able.” Barsali promised as he nodded in return; he took a deep breath and turned, helping Erasmus forge ahead. Taking one look at the narrow wooden bridge, he sighed, then moved on, resolved on crossing at the best pace he could manage.

    With the very first step he took, the gypsy ranger cringed and stopped suddenly. The wooden boards had creaked in response to their combined weighed, announcing their position.

    “Leave me here…” Erasmus whispered. They don’t want me.”

    “Not a chance, amic.” Barsali answered somberly. “Let’s go. We are not stopping until we reach the other side.”

    The other side, which he could not see at the moment.

    SGC quivered as he felt his own hopes and joys of them finally escaping, even over such a rickety salvation as this wooden bridge, melt. They seemed to drip from his very being, leaving him weary and oh so tired from this whole trip. It left him cold and wishing for Camp Zori once more, but forward or back. Neither option was easy now, and traveling through time was illegal to experiment on due to unforeseen consequences and questions of whether any such thing was truly time travel or merely an altering of another multiverses history or even creation of that multiverse divergences to bounce forward to where those would take that multiverse. And most humans had trouble with the tangled webs of lying, he dare not voice his thoughts not only due to the reanimated corpses.

    Gritting his teeth, Barsali mustered all his stamina and took another step, then another after that, each one creaking in turn. He dared not look back as he moved, that, as fast and as carefully as he could, while helping the blind man he carried with him.

    Some distance behind Barsali, the moans got closer, louder. Harman crouched lower, his young face a mask of determination. His mounting fear was held in check. He was a proud gypsy, a tracker from camp Zori. “I think I see three of them through the fog…” He whispered loud enough so SGC could hear. “….but I hear five.”

    Almost as if conjured by his very words, three revenants did appear through the fog, shambling forth. One moved in SGC’s general direction, but two moved quite definitively towards Harman. It was up to them to hold the bridge.

    SGC did not know how to deal with this, after all possibly one of those that were approaching was one of those he had tossed back. Obviously a change of tactics were needed. . .but what?

    He took a calming breath as he pulled out the sword. Barsali had gone for the connection between head and body before burning the corpse. Harman had gone for the brain before burning the corpse. So the head was the key weak point. . .yes? Well, if he assumed such he did not trust himself to throw his sword as Harman had. Nor was he sure he was good at swinging a sword, he had a practice swing but. . .hmm, did the heads require connection?

    Shifting he held his arms out wide, bringing his knuckles together he caused a click. He had seen soldiers doing such when preparing for a battle, 'psyching themselves up' was the lingo he had heard, but even as his language skills got better it did not make sense, and now, beyond a point of noise to focus himself and the reanimated corpses he did not see a purpose to it. Odd. Still they were coming for him and Harman. If he was going to try this he had to do this. Now.

    Spreading his arms he raised them, pantomiming the actions of his mind as he tried to grasp the position of both the head coming towards him, and the furthest from Harman. Harman would most likely kill the closest one first so he left that one alone. Was that the right thing to do? He did not know, only one way to find out. Dropping his fists down he pushed upon the heads, down through their chests and legs to the ground. Meaning to crush them upon the rocky soil.

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  22. A Blind Prophet

    A Blind Prophet Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 25, 2016
    IC: Aina Cadogan/ Underhome/ New York


    Drip.

    Drip.

    Drip. Drip.

    Drip.

    Sighing softly, Aina turned over in her bed. It had been basically a week since the huge kerfluffle around her area with some fake Iron Man or something, and that was a week she'd effectively had nothing to do. The reason for that was incredibly simple,she'd been stuck.It had been dark as a cave a mile beneath the earth because all of her power had been out. It had been all she could do to even find her phone to see to get into the kitchen or the bathroom, and the bathroom she'd rather not think about at the moment. No running water sucked. Almost as much as water dripping in random places through her "home", or perhaps more accurately bunker.She just called it Underhome, not that anyone else would even know that since she never told anyone where she lived.

    Drip.

    It was a good thing she'd had some dried food stored down here, although that was pretty well gone by the time the power was back on. Five days of freeze dried veggies or jerked meat was not her idea of a good time, since the water she'd had was too valuable to waste on something as mundane as making a stew or flushing her toilet. Anything beyond hand washing twice a day or a quick spritz on the face was something that wasn't coming back, or even drinkable.

    Drip.

    If someone had told Aina that she was going to find herself living underground with no power, no water, and nothing to do but think for nearly six full days she'd have asked if she could have been hit by a bus and stuck in a hospital instead. Simply put she hated having nothing to do. The bane of her existence as she now knew. Too many demons in the past.

    Drip. Drip. Drip.

    Too many things she would prefer to never think of ever again. Try doing that with nothing to do, and nowhere to go. Sure, she could have used her powers to get out, but that was something she saved for jobs or clients. Or just getting away from some scumbag in a back alley looking for more than just some money. Or even money really. That was what had cost her fancy home up in Westchester, and a family that... while not loving at least provided. Had she been there it likely would have only been hours until the power was back up. Money spoke, and money was always, always, always the squeakiest wheel when it wasn't happy.

    Drip.

    Muttering to herself Aina threw her covers against the wall and spoke out into the empty room. "Alright I'm up you freaking water. Couldn't even let me take a nap? Jeez." She really was going to find some way to get that fixed, the problem was who to trust? How to trust? How to trust. There's a question I'll never find an answer to again. Dammit Jets, why'd you have to be such a selfish bastard. The funny thing was that he actually was one, a bastard. The man had no clue who his father was, and didn't really care.

    Drip.

    Not that she knew why she was thinking about it again. Must be all this time on my hands. Should check my e-mail again or something, just give me something to get out of this hole for a while. That was her self imposed rules coming back to bite her really. Never leave unless you have a job or need to go to the store. It's safer that way. That she might get buried under the city had never occurred to her until the Iron Man explosion. That and the room that had collapsed. She was lucky she never used that room for anything, but several other tunnels and things over that way had caved in as well. There was still some loosed rubble rolling into her work room from time to time.

    Drip

    Oh. That was a bad one.

    Bing.

    Quickly Aina rushed over to her computer, someone had left her a message. That she hadn't even found any decent targets to hack in the last day was concerning to her. Maybe she was getting lethargic or something. Hopeless echoed in the back of her mind in a way that made her very uncomfortable. Bringing up the darknet IRC client she used, Aina saw possibly one of the last messages she'd expected. So she stared at it for several drips.

    //m15f1t. m33t 4 ¢oƒƒ33?//

    It was all that was there, along with a blinking cursor waiting for a response. But it was the name that made it shocking. §†41n.v. Or as she thought of him Stain5. And what kind of a name is that anyway. He'd made it took complicated, and always typed in l33t, but he was also one of the more legendary hackers in the scene. At least everyone assumed it was a him, no one really knew for sure and he never outright said basically never using personal pronouns. Be amusing if it was actually a woman. Stain5 had pushed her to take some of the more lucarative jobs she'd taken, also the most dangerous. Had even sent a few of them her way, since he wasn't much of a runner. Supposedly.

    Drip.

    After her brain finally caught up Aina sent a response.

    \\|/ & \\|/?

    It meant when and where, one of the simpler bits of text slang that she used. She hated l33t and avoided it as much as possible, despite the name. The name gave her street cred on the web. After a couple of moment's thought she also added a short sentence.

    |=!|\||) |_| |-|0\\|/?

    God she hated having to over complicate everything, but it was expected. Had to prove you could type better than the normals. And she almost didn't even care if this was a trap, which it very well could be given how little was know about Stain5. At least it would give her something to do.

    DRIP. Drip.

    I have so got to move.


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  23. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Feb 3, 2016
    IC: Maria Gomez (Venom)
    Cantina...Waiting for contact.

    As the liquor glided down into her gullet, she felt the same burning sensation that had come so many times before. She hadn't drank since the incident as the symbiote gave her a euphoric buzz that outmatched any that a poison, such as alcohol could give her. She waited for the buzz but it didn't come from this one.

    "Another round barkeep!" she exclaimed as she slid her glass to the edge of the bar; fast and precise. The mustached man's eyebrows lifted as he leaned on the back of the bar. He stepped forward and grabbed the dusty bottle to pour her another. As she brought the glass to her lips she saw a laser pointer dispersing throughout the drink. She took the shot and quickly slammed the glass into the bar. She looked over to the origin of the laser and felt the same burning feeling followed by the buzz that she had craved. That buzz however, quickly faded as the symbiote invaded her mind again with the same hissing rasp of a voice,

    "Alcohol... I can't understand why you Human'ssss poison yourself as pleasure. Look at the guy in the corner expelling his stomach upon the floor...Disgusting. Have you wondered why you haven't gotten sssick since I bonded to you, Maria? Has it crossed your mind why you don't have a buzz... why you've taken 4 shots of your... 'premium' tequila and feel nothing? You are immune to poison and disease Maria..."

    Maria rolled her eyes to the statement. As she was focused on her inner monologue, a man sat next to her; in an attempt to talk to her and saw that she had rolled her eyes...

    "Hey, you got a problem little lady! Do you know who I am?!" The man, dressed in a biker cut grasped her right arm that rest upon the bar.

    "Don't..." Maria replied innocently. The man was with the Lobos biker gang and didn't take kindly to the rejection. His grip upon her arm tightened as he challenged her,

    "Or what?...What are you going to do about it. I'm with my guys here, there's nothing you can do about it." The man pointed back to the table occupied by 12 men, all in similar cuts. The mustached man faded back into the kitchen, knowing trouble was about to ensue.

    "Let us end this, Maria."

    Without further hesitation she thrusted herself from the barstool to her right and closed her elbow upon the man's throat in a snap; with the same arm he was grasping.

    *Gak!*

    The man dropped backwards from the barstool like a rock and gasped for air while holding his throat. She stood over him; legs to each side of his hips. She simply basked in his agony. As she did, she was bear-hugged from behind by another member. Instinctively, she kicked off the table the downed man was laying under and drove the bear-hugger backwards, slamming his back into the bar forcefully. The impact loosened his hold upon her to which she turned around and instantly grabbed him by the throat. Splinters exploded from her as another member had grabbed a pool stick and struck it across Maria's back, she was unfazed by the strike. She quickly threw the man within her grasp over the bar effortlessly into the top shelf of liquor bottles leaving a waterfall of booze and shattered glass in his wake. Maria then turned her attention on the man who struck her with the pool stick, he backed away slowly, confused mostly but scared at the same time. She followed his path, slowly strutting as she brought one foot in front of the other. At this time, other patrons not involved with the scuffle were fleeing from the Cantina and the sound of police sirens wailed in the distance. She closed the distance between the pool-stick man and herself with a couple of stutter steps. She grabbed him by the throat while his back was against the table of his other members, lifting him up and over them all.
    [​IMG]
    "POLICE! Freeze!"

    Maria dropped the victim on to the table and ran towards the back door, flinging tables and chairs to the side along the way and flung the door from its' hinges. Once outside, in the rainy alleyway behind the Cantina, the symbiote enveloped her once again. She used her web shot and connected it to the top of the adjacent apartments. Using her momentum she swung up high to the building top where the laser pointing man was already waiting for her.

    "Uhhhh.. hi?"
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  24. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    Continued... (with GM approval)

    IC: Agents Mary Formal, Liz Merrick
    8th Floor, East Wing, Unit 27, International District, Triskelion, NY


    Agent Formal quietly massaged where Liz had elbowed her, then leaned into her friend to give herself enough room to release her right leg from under herself, and put it over the front of the sofa, her own datapad bleeping once.

    She picked it up and activated the screen, spying a discreet red 'alert' icon at the top, over one of a series of dropdown menus.
    "Hello?" She murmured, curious, deftly swiping her finger over the screen to make a couple of selections. An overhead map of the SHIELD base appeared in the top third of her datapad screen, light blue lines against a black background, with a red spot pulsing red at the far left outskirts of the map.

    "What is it?" Merrick asked, distracted from costume appreciation.

    "I'm not sure. I think there is an alert at the main gate, or at least a gate. Map has it flagged as Annex. What's an Annex?" She tapped at the comm device affixed to her ear. "Jocasta, what is going on at the main gate?"

    Please do not concern yourself, Agent. The matter is being handled. The computer politely gave her the brush-off.

    Mary sighed. "Look, I'm not saying that I'm going to go over and interfere; I'm just asking what it is about. I know SHIELD is one big happy family, but you are recruiting people from different agencies, different backgrounds. Some of them, of us, might need a little more lead time before trouble strikes, you know?"

    The A.I. was silent too long, prompting the Arcan to plough ahead with something that had been bothering her. "Like back at MTAC, the Metaphysics Building. When you announced our visitor-"

    Doctor Redstone.

    "Precisely. Telling us that we have a visitor when is he is already standing in the open doorway, is what some of us would count as a bit sodding late, Jocasta. You're supposed to have the brain the size of a planet...no wait, that's-."

    "That's Marvin." Liz whispered.

    Who is Marvin? Jocasta queried, prompting the E-Branch pair to flash each other concerned glances.

    "Never mind. Point is, you see and hear everything-"

    "And have ears like a frakking bat!"

    "-and you should be able to spot if we are going to have company and still give us time to decide if we want to meet them. We just need to find a middle ground between alerts at the gates, and someone standing over my bed with an AR-15 in my mouth. Fact is, Jocasta, you have the lead time of a Starfleet science officer: Warp core breach in three seconds, Captain. Sodding tell us earlier!"

    Liz pressed back against the cushions, hand over her mouth to stifle her laughing.

    Agent Merrick?

    Liz looked up, setting her datapad into her lap. "As regards visitors and intruders, Agent Formal's last four words are all you need to know."

    Sodding tell you earlier?

    "Yeah, that's all we ask."

    "Oh that was good." The telepath sighed with pleasure, uncrossing her legs and padding towards the closest work area, her bare feet leaving shallow impressions on the carpet.

    Mary looked towards her flat-mate. "Liz, you starting work early?"

    "Yeah, I'm a bit concerned that there is a Department of Metaphysical Research."

    "How so?"

    "SHIELD deal primarily with threats to the planet, Extinction Level Events. Them creating an entire separate department for metaphysical matters, suggests to me there are more than just vampires out there." Liz pulled the wheeled secretarial-type chair back from the work desk and sat in it, facing the personal computer.

    "Make sure your hands are dry before you start messing with that thing." Mary called in warning.

    Liz, who had been reaching for the power button, drew it back. "Oh yeah." She wiped her hands and fingers on the towel she was wearing. "E-Branch didn't create a separate department for the paranormal stuff; what about the U.N.C.L.E.?"

    "No, we don't have a separate team for it either. Look, you probably shouldn't mess around with electrical equipment before you have dried yourself thoroughly."

    Liz peered over her shoulder, raising a mischievous eyebrow. "Thoroughly?"

    "Off," Mary clarified hastily. "I meant 'off'. Dried yourself off."

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  25. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Gami
    Towards the Roadside Market

    Ah well. Gami had asked the question that had been bugging her. Perhaps in not the nicest of ways, but heck, if they were going to be traveling along as a group, then it was time to clear the air.

    Kim turned to look at Gami’s with her own look. Kim then let out a sigh. Kim was quick to respond. “The less you know about it, the better.” Kim said in a gruff voice, but before gami could say anything, she spoke again. “One of the camps is in league with a criminal. A metahuman criminal at that.” Kim informed matter of fact, not looking at Gami or Isaac, but keeping herself alert. “They tried to
    persuade Mama and Papa Woodlin to cooperate, but they kindly refused.”

    Gami's eyes grew wide. A metahuman gone bad? That would certainly explain why Mama Woodlin had asked for Gami's help. But that probably meant that Issac might be one as well. What about Kim? It was possible. Gami couldnt be sure. At least, not right now. So Gami nodded slowly in understanding. Then she frowned. They tried to threaten the Woodlins? That would explain the extra caution. Gami noticed the girls expression change for the briefest of seconds, before she settled back into her neutral expression.

    “Mama Woodlin is a pacifist. I’m not Mama Woodlin. But she can be strong, so for her sake, I can try.” Again, Gami nodded and gave a sigh. That would explain quite a bit actually. "Oh." Gami said softly.

    The terrain began to slightly slope downward, granting them a boost in momentum. As they got further away from the camp, the trees began to seem denser, packed closer together. They would have to save their energy coming back. A downward slope now was an upward hill later. Gami carefully chose her steps as she moved down the hill. Smacking into a tree would not be cool. “So stay on alert.”, Kim added as she glanced over to both Isaac and Gami as they continued on. Gami looked around, happy to know at least that much. There was reason to the actions, and knowing that they had a possible metahuman to worry about, made sense to stay very alert indeed.If the trees stayed so close together, would also be a good place for an attack. So Gami kept her staff in a ready position. She was very glad she had bought it, now with the ground so steep. A bike would not have worked at all. Gami looked over at Issac, and slowly nodded
    her head. She then began looking for both tracks and traps as they moved thru the dense woods. She decided to do a bit of absorbing as well, just in case the extra energy was needed.

    Gami moved up just a bit closer, but stayed silent for now. she had questions, but not really important at the moment. She wondered what they were trying to get the Woodlans to 'cooperate' with? Obviously, nothing good. Gami sighed softly, and then took fully to task of looking for anything out of the unusual.

    "Thanks, for telling us.." she replied softly to Kim.


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