Drama Marvel Heroes: A New Breed - ~Summer 2020 Best RPG~

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[Control, we have a situation. Satellites have detected a very unusual meteor shower deploying from Lunar Orbit, all posing a High Threat Level. Immediate action is very strongly recommended.]

[We copy you Watchtower. Be advised, Sentinel counter measures have been initiated.]

[Copy Control. Resuming monitor duty. Over.]

To be continued...

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SGC & Tenzin
Wundagore Citadel

“Lord Rakshasa, can you tell us, what has happened to the world? It is. . .strange."

SGC’s statement seemed to catch only Tenzin by surprise, as his mentor regarded him with wonder in his eyes for reasons he could not explain. Perhaps because his pupil had voiced his own concerns before he could articulate them, yet he seemed as calm as usual. In this, the student was teaching his mentor.

As for the mystic felinoid, Lord Rakshasa only emitted a low growl as he ponder how best to answer the noble’s question.

“It is only strange to those who are not familiar or in the dark….” the fanged mage intoned factually.

“Great powers are at play, seeking to reshape the world to their whims!” Rakshasa exclaimed, gesturing in mild frustration. “All the rest of us can do is navigate the ripples as best we can, until the matter is resolved.”

The great felinoid turned away for a moment, his cape billowing behind him as he pondered his next words.

“Yet, we can utilize this opportunity to strengthen ourselves, secure our position in the scheme of things….” He wondered aloud, before returning his focus to the noble one and his apprentice.

“Perhaps……” There was something curious in the mage’s tone, a peculiar glint in his eyes was also evident.

“….we could gain our own safety, if we could but acquire the Darkhold.”

Tenzin had not said a word as he wasn’t even aware that he was now shaking his head.

Tag: @Mitth_Fisto

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Shelly VanKasser
Interim

"Um.. Synthia? Is there a water fountain nearby? I could use some water."

Shelly would find that she did not have to wait for an answer.

[Yes, of course. There is a water fountain in the kitchen area, I will illuminate that section for you.]

Within moment, a large modern kitchen area was brightly lit. Every possible amenity seemed to be present. Should Shelly make her way, she would also see a cabinet automatically opening to showcase clean drinking glasses.

[Colin, how should I address your friends?] Synthia’s voice inquired.

“Oh right, right, introductions…” Colin had almost forgotten his basic A.I. protocols.

“That’s Shelly and this is Tony.” He said, as he sheepishly gestured to his friend.

[Greetings, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.]

Tony wore the expression of someone who was entirely impressed by the whole proceedings.

“Likewise, Synthia, likewise…” was all he could say for the moment, even as he looked back at Colin with a ‘how’ expression on his face. Colin only shrugged wordlessly. Of course, Synthia observed them without judgement or reservation.

[Please let me know how else I may assist you]

“Yeah, about that…” Colin began, finally getting his thoughts together after their ordeal. “Do you know my aunt’s current location?”

[Yes, your aunt is currently in Wakanda]

“Wakanda?” Colin echoed.

[Affirmative]

“What is she doing there?”

[Answer: Unknown]

“Well, that’s….wow.”

Colin sat down on the nearest sofa, his mind distracted by the news.

Tony on the other hand, took to holding his chin as he mused on whether or not he should ask the next question on his mind. They had just made it to this safehouse, so perhaps it was best not to ask for any troubling updates just yet.

There would be time enough for that, of this he was certain.

Tag: @Ktala

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Miles Morales
Street Art

Evening time in the city always seemed magical, no matter the season. Maybe it was the mystique of New York that made it seem that way, still it was undeniable.

Miles was a savvy young man, so riding the trains was no issue for him, aside of being who he was. Thankfully, his ride would start and end without incident, maybe surprisingly so.

When his stop came, he would get off and move about with complete familiarity through the neighborhood. Everyone seemed to be outside today, as the weather was quite pleasant. The mood was easy and the vibe was good all around. Of course, there was still a Law Enforcement presence, but being the son of a cop made you look at things a bit differently.

Within moments, Miles would find himself nearing the entrance to the service tunnel in question. He would see two things as he approached.

The board with the ‘keep out’ sign was removed and a rather large local young man in a hoody acting as look out. His silent glare was both appraisal and warning not to approach.

Apparently he was not the only ‘street artist’ looking for a sweet spot to express themselves.

Tag: @Master Vo'Un'Var

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OOC: More updates incoming, singles and combos continuing

 

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Basic character sheet:



Name: Imara "Mara" Arsenio

Codename: Arcana

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5'3

Weight: 115 lbs

Likes: Animals, reading, taking walks in the park.

Dislikes: People who hurt others, loud noises because they set her on edge, and hospitals.

Personality: Mara is a quiet, anxiety ridden person. She doesn't usually like to talk, which often leads to a lack of friends, but she doesn't mind; so long as she has her books. Mara also believes its better to stay in the background, and keep to herself as long as possible; though she will help people when they need it. She has a good heart, even if it doesn't always show.

Appearance: Usually wears comfortable clothes, sweaters, jeans and sneakers. Maybe a jacket occasionally.

Basic Abilities: Telepath. Telekinesis.

Bio: Mara was born to Deimos and Sara Arensio, scientists of genetic research in New York City, New York on a cold evening in the middle of winter. Doctors described her as more alert then the average child, and as she grew into a toddler and then a young child, her parents started to notice odd behaviour in Mara. She was far ahead her the other children, and seemed to pick up on things un-naturally easy. Deimos decided it was because she was an only child, and was thinking of putting her in a more advanced school before Sara and Deimos became aware of her abilities one afternoon. Mara had managed to make all the dishes in the kitchen float because she did not want to have ravioli for dinner. It was a startling revelation to her parents, who despite being scientists themselves, were staunchly anti-mutant unless it was for the benefit of mankind.

It was then that they turned to Apocalypse, and Mara's entire life began to change for the worse. The experiments that followed, how she was forced to use her powers to get into people's heads, to fight even though she hated it soon became all too much. Mara started to shut down by the time she was in her teens. Too scared to do anything, to quiet to follow orders. She was useless. Useless to Apocalypse and to her parents. Mara was thrown out alone, with no money or food. She was forced to survive on nothing.

Mara might not have spoken much, but she knew how to handle herself. She knew the best places to hide, where to get food; usually, and how to run away and avoid people so she didn't have to use her powers. Mara often wished she hadn't been born a mutant, because she could have had a normal life. She also does not consider herself a superhero. Mara understands that what she faced wasn't normal, but it was all that she knew. And that more then ever, she needs to stay alive.

These days, Mara has a little flat above a bookstore that she works at. It's not much, but it puts food on the table and clothes on her back. It keeps her silent, and it keeps her safe

Tag: @greyjedi125

 

Mara
Magic Shelf Booksellers, Lower East Side




Evening was fast approaching and the shop had closed a bit early. Both Mr. & Mrs. Rimbaud had decided it was best, for business was very slow this day. The husband and wife team owned the ‘Magic Bookshelf’ bookstore as well as the small brownstone it resided in. The ‘Shelf’ as locals called it , was a curious place, filled with vintage books, as well as vintage clothing, jewelry, artwork and other curiosities. Upon entering, one would imagine the place belonged somewhere on ‘Diagon Alley’, but that was a trick of the imagination.

On the top floor of the bookstore, a single bedroom apartment could be found, currently occupied by its latest occupant, Imara Arsenio.

The Rimbauds had taken a liking to the runaway and resolved to employ her, so far as allowing her to also stay in top level apartment. She had those ‘trust worthy eyes’, Mrs. Rimbaud had remarked.

Likewise, the couple had given Kelvin the day off, as there were no scheduled book deliveries that day. Though the basement could use some attention, all those crates and boxes of endless books, article of clothing and assorted curiosities could wait. The young man did enough heavy lifting as it was and deserved a day of rest like everyone else.

As always, Mara could ‘hear’ Mrs. Rimbaud’s thoughts as she’d smiled at her before leaving the shop, heading out to their house in Queens.

‘Such a pretty girl. If she’d only socialize more….’

Of course, Mr. Rimbaud’s thoughts would be slightly more somber, despite his amiable exterior.

‘Protect the shop young lady, and it will protect you. Godspeed.’

Both would have no inkling that she could hear their thoughts as if they had spoken them aloud. She could also ‘feel’ their sincerity.

Evening would come as it always did, giving way to revelers who caroused down the avenue during the later hours. Mara would hear them through her window, but she would also ‘hear’ their thoughts with her mind. As always, she would ‘hear’ the unspoken mischief they carried, some more innocent than others.

But there would always be other voices she would also hear, from other 'powerful' minds, seemingly far away, almost like listening-in on conversations, while hidden behind a proverbial wall.

Tag: @TheSilentInfluence

 

Shelly VanKasser
Interim

It felt weird asking an empty room for a drink of water. But the voice answered back quicker than she expected.

[Yes, of course. There is a water fountain in the kitchen area, I will illuminate that section for you.]

Within a moment, a large modern kitchen area was brightly lit. Every possible amenity seemed to be present. Should Shelly make her way, she would also see a cabinet automatically opening to showcase clean drinking glasses.

WOW!... Shelly thought to herself, as all the automation came into play. Automatic lights, doors that opened. Just who was this aunt?! She must be stinking rich. But she was glad that Synthina called them 'his friends.' And since she guided the way for Shelly, this automation could see everything. That was kind of unnerving in a way. But probably comforting, if you were the one who lived there.

"Thank you Synthia," Shelly said softly, as she reached down, to gently grab a glass, and get herself a drink of water. She was careful to not disturb too much, as she carefully drank her water, taking a deep breath. She heard Synthia speak up again.

[Greetings, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.]

Shell walked back into the main room, trying to maintain some semblance of calm. She got back in time to hear that Colin's aunt was in Wakanda. Wakanda?! Wow. His aunt must really be someone. Shelly took a seat nearby Tony on the couch. She gave a very soft sigh, as she leaned against the arm of the couch.

"It's getting hard to keep up," Shelly said softly as she took a sip of water, looking around at the impeccable house. She then looked over at Colin. "You Aunt must be some lady, Colin," she stated softly, giving him a half-smile. Shelly was just happy that the computer seemed to see him as friendly, no questions asked. She took a few more sips of water, and then gently put the glass down, looking for a coaster or something to put it on, without leaving a stain. If she didn't see anything, she would just place it between her knees. Shelly rubbed her temples. She couldn't even remember what she was doing earlier today when all this started. But nothing was actively trying to kill them at the moment, so she was happy with that.

Shelly leaned back, simply listening to the conversation around them, as she wondered when they would go back to Arizona.


TAG: @greyjedi125

 

IC: Helena Schwartz (Agent 77)
Under Grand Central Station

“Well, I hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.” Helena shrugged and sighed. She too hoped she would not need to ingest any of that substance.

She tried not to be too giddy at the list of equipment. That was how she loved to roll. Ready for action.

Agent 77 visibly relaxed when she was told that she could speak freely. “Nothing too fancy.” she smirked, “But I have a couple of ideas that I would like to try.”

“Anyway, when do we leave?” she was getting impatient about going back into the field. It has been quite a while since she had been in a sanctioned op and not just a street level vigilante.

TAG: @greyjedi125

 

Zephyr Vaillancourt
Team Argus Hideout, NYC


Zephyr stared at the festively colored party bags, the hand written name tags hanging off each one plainly identifying the recipients; ‘Blue’, written in blue ink hung from the first bag, and ‘Aegis’, written in orange on the second.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction and his heart was racing a little with excitement, he couldn’t help the feeling, it all seemed somewhat surreal.

There was a chance that it could all go south if his teammates resisted his offering, but Zephyr had overcome too many challenges and pessimism was not in his character.

He chuckled to himself as he wondered if he had piqued their curiosity as he rushed to his quarters. “Hey everyone, I’ll be out in a bit.” was all he said as he made a beeline to his living area.


Zephyr went over the data for the customized armored apparel, White Star did not skimp on the materials, the craftsmanship or the tech that went into making these. It was indeed impressive how visually indistinguishable the armored versions of Blue’s and Casey’s superhero outfits were from the original cloth ones. The rebreathers and micro sensors were comparative to the ones in Zephyrs own suit, more or less. Surely this was worth a fortune, but they had earned it fair and square, risking their lives for the mission, which was exactly why they needed extra protection. Another chuckle escaped him as he thought of Blue becoming even more reckless.

One thing the raven haired meta had learned was to make the most of the good moments, despite of living in hiding, growing amnesia and having to figure out why the world was upside down, he felt happy, and he was going to share that feeling with his friends.

It was quite fortunate that Abakis opted to walk as they went their separate ways, this gave Zephyr the opportunity to stop at the market and pick up a few things, like the gift bags, various cards ( that were not used) and a few bottles of bubbly apple cider for the toast.

Picking up three bottles and chilling them with his ability, Zephyr collected the gift bags and composed himself as to not give the ‘surprise’ away with a cheesy grin.

“Doc, could you locate Blue and Casey and asked them to meet me in the living room…for a brief meeting?”

Looking at his desk his countenance grew serious for a few seconds, Casey’s rendering of a peaceful open field caught his attention, he had spent a few minutes studying it earlier, well glad he was that she had taken the time to make it; there was much to be done and Team Argus was finally a team, yet it was clear that they all needed to learn how to operate as a unit, strengths and weaknesses needed to be considered and worked on if they were to become useful and effective.

“But first things first…” he said to himself, the smile returning and with it his focus to face whatever lay ahead.


TAG: @greyjedi125 , @galactic-vagabond422

 

SGC
Wundagore Citadel

Lord Rakshasa only emitted a low growl as he ponder how best to answer the SGC's question, before giving a 'greater powers playing' description of things. The Skrull were not a fan of such methods, but they were ones that were included in some of the stories SGC had heard as a child.

What followed last from Lord Rakshasa was interesting. “Perhaps……” There was something curious in the mage’s tone, a peculiar glint in his eyes was also evident. “….we could gain our own safety, if we could but acquire the Darkhold.”

Tenzin had not said a word, but he was now shaking his head. SGC canted his head at this, "Securing safety if possible is every groups early goal. Unfortunately I do not know Darkhold or what this might be. Perhaps you could teach me? Do you mention it because that is where the others are?"

Tag: @greyjedi125

 

IC:Mara Arsenio
Magic Shelf Booksellers, Lower East Side

Mara hadn't so much run away as she had been kicked out. But that was something Mr. & Mrs. Rimbaud didn't have to know. She had been cold and starving on the streets when they had offered her and job and a home, letting her sleep above their bookshop. It had made her feel safer then she had in years, although she hadn't let them know about her powers. That was something they didn't need to know, even though they had done so much.

But still, Mara was greatful. Mr. & Mrs. Rimbaud didn't have to take her in off the streets. They didn't have to act like parents, or say nice things about her in their heads. She wondered if that's what real parents did, but Mara did not have any parents worthy enough to compare that to. She wondered how she had even survived at all.

It was also easy enough to try and disconnect from the world around her, but people's thoughts had a way of getting in her way most of the time. Mara could hide away among the books, and only interact with one person not including Mr. & Mrs. Rimbaud. Those were good days. On days where she had to get out and talk to others, she was a bit of a mess, because Mara didn't like to talk to people and most assumed she was a mute who needed to be treated with the utmost fragility.

As Mara laid there, window open, she wondered what it would be like to be normal.

The thoughts she heard were hard sometimes too. Mara dealt with the good and the bad, how people were really feeling. It was a lot nicer to just sit here and listen, rather then be forced to enter people's minds. Mara leaned back and shut her eyes, trying to pick out voices that were from a bit farther away, stronger. She wanted to know what they were saying.

Tag: @greyjedi125

 

OOC: Isaac post to come soon!

Cameron Giles IC:
~White Star HQ~

"Are you asleep?"

Not a question he got to hear very often anymore these days. By the looks of things, it was going to continue on that trajectory for some time yet. Like Daisy, Cameron had managed to get a bit of a nap in recently. It was a blessed thing. Also brief. But he found himself as grateful for it as any thirsty person in the desert was when they finally found water.

His eyes not leaving his own tablet, likely reading the same report as she herself was, he called back.

"If I am, this is the worst dream I could have come up with. I'd like a refund."

A pause as he allowed the joke to hang in the air for a few seconds before doing the inevitable thing. Getting serious as a second-in-command was supposed to do.

"...You seeing this report on Phoenix? Just what is going on out there."

He could only wait and wonder if she had anything any details he hadn't received or an insight he had missed upon perusal. All he was seeing was sheer chaos.

Chaos that someone, or something, was likely manipulating. If so, the question was why.

Tag: Daisy Johnson @greyjedi125

 

(Getting the ball rolling, a combo post with @Ameteth )

Blueline, Casey and Zephyr
The hideout

The tension held as Zephyr returned. Blue was still there though he clearly had one foot out the door. Casey was quiet glowering at her friend. Though underneath there was a slight flicker of guilt in her eyes. Breakfast had been put away, and lunch was nearly done. It had been a long wait, one could feel the argument that was had, like a impression on the air. Blue needed to do something, needed to be out there and Casey needed him here, to protect the one place that felt like home.

As the team was summoned to the living room Blue sat heavy on the couch leaned forward his arms resting on his knees, ready to go. Casey was on the other end knees up to her chest throwing looks Blue's direction.

Blue noticed the bags and narrowed his eyes. He had expected this but, he still couldn't help his feeling.

Zephyr had placed the bottles of ‘bubbly’ on a side table before making his way to a more central position in the meeting area.

A simple glance at the posture of his teammates suggested that there was some tension hanging in the air, something he had completely missed when he had arrived and rushed to his quarters.

“Ahem…” he cleared his throat giving an audio signal that the meeting was about to start. A warm and genuine smile appeared on his face as he made eye contact, both as a greeting and to make sure he had their undivided attention, the moment was here.

“So, as you may have noticed, we are now officially a team and as such our commitment to help others has grown, and as such we are not only going to be busier, but also will be facing tougher situations and very bad people who are armed with evil intent and weapons.”

At this point he’d hand over the brightly and shiny party bags; Casey’s was appropriately colored with hues of Peach, orange , pinks and yellows, reflective and cheerful, you’d think it was her birthday. Blue’s bag was Blue ( of course) with lines of different hues some matte some shiny, it was a very elegant bag if one had an artistic eye for that sort of thing.

“ These, you have earned and no person or agency could argue that.” Zephyr gave a respectful bow to his teammates for emphasis.

“The idea here is to provide an extra layer of protection while on the field, be it the streets, a secret lab or underground tunnels, we need to be better prepared to go where we may be needed or where we may help others who are harder to reach.”

“You are under NO obligation to wear these…” he continued evenly. “ They are a gift of gratitude that hopefully you will find irresistible.”

“Please inspect your new gear and let me know what you think.”

Zephyr paused and waited to hear what reactions his friends would have after opening their gift bags, he tried to keep a calm face but he was so full of excitement and expectation that his silver eyes sparkled and a pleasant smile asserted itself on his countenance.

Both Blue and Casey would find what would at first glance look like identical copies of their super-heroing outfits. Every detail of the outward appearance would be there ( except for any ‘blood stains’ on Blue’s hoodie).

The material would feel a little different and there would be a noticeable ‘thicker’ quality to the material, but it wouldn’t feel any heavier. Also there would be some micro-circuitry somewhat noticeable on the inside depending on how well any light shone upon the interior of the garments.

This was taking things to the next level, and the truth was that it was a necessary step if they were going to survive the dangers of their chosen ‘careers’.

Casey was the first to open her bag finding an orange hoodie, grey bodysuit with mask, and canvas shoes. She couldn't help the slight disappointment on her face. There was a small part of her that was expecting something like Iron Man power armor, or some cool armor plates sewn onto durable fabric. But, she supposed it would stand out less as she walked the streets, trying to be incognito but always ready to step in to assist.

It was nice, despite her let down expectations though now it meant she would have to vary up her 'Civilian' clothing choices, if only to not leap into battle in her unprotective garb that could get her killed. Maybe her and Lourdes, or Zara, if the secret agent wasn't busy, could go shopping. That was if the situations they found themselves in ever gave them that opportunity. Much like the promised 'Training' she was to receive.

Blue was wholly unimpressed, he held the blue hoodie in his hands not noticing anything different about it from his regular attire. He guessed that was the point but, still a big production just of a hoodie and a pair of jeans? As the light shined on the wiring on the inside his countenance dropped again.

"This thing's wired? Another fancy way to keep track of me?" He said a harsh tone in his voice.

"Can you really blame us?" Casey replied more snark in her voice than she was expecting. "I mean, you run off on your own missions, that you never tell us about at a moment's notice not even giving us a chance to catch up with you."

Blue's jaw clenched a little leaning back a bit in the couch, a little stung.

"I'm sure that's not what it's for, not that you'll wear it."

"I don't need it."

"And the next fire bug that comes along will turn you to a crisp."

"Casey..."

"No it's fine, the great Blueline always puts others before himself even when he could do so much more if he just focused on himself once in a while."

"I told you, people need my help now. We don't have time to wait."

"Fine, just go out there, unprotected, unprepared, and untrained and hope for the best."

"It has worked so far..."

"And what about when it doesn't huh? What happens when you die, and with the way you're going that's sooner rather than later, what then? What about me, what about Zephyr, what about Lourdes?"

He hadn't expected that last name to hit him so hard, he couldn't help the snarl on his face. Casey had overstepped but, she didn't care, she met his gaze.

"I'm hard to kill."

"Just wear the damn armor," She shot back it his well worn platitude, "for me if not for yourself."

Blue turned away the new hoodie hanging over the arm of the couch, letting out a breath. He looked to Zephyr.

"That all?" He asked though anyone could tell the anxious tone in his voice, he was ready to go.

Casey just looked away.

The room was filled by an awkward silence, as it took a moment for Zephyr to actually answer, his brow furrowed with some confusion and concern as he tried to decipher the exchange between his teammates.

These two were brutally honest with each other and had good hearts, but Zephyr knew very little about the often complex dynamics between people his age, or any age for that matter. He just had to accept the bickering and attempt to read between the lines.

But was he the only one who was seeing how every outing was becoming more dangerous, that at some point Team Argus will start making enemies? Surely they could see it too?

“ Well Blue, yes, you may be hard to kill, but it only makes sense to minimize your suffering…at least physical aspect.” Zephyr answered calmly.

“ Everything is bulletproof, fireproof, acid resistant, yarayarayara-blablahblah to a point, I won’t bore you with the details. The bandanas serve as rebreathers in case of toxic environments. Just remember that what’s not covered is not protected.” The raven haired youngster was trying very hard not to sound annoyed.

He could feel his enthusiasm ebbing, but he refused to be completely dampened. This was a kind of test for the team spirit.

“ And since apparently I’m the only one who stays awake thinking of how this team would survive various life threatening scenarios, I will be sharing some of the exercises that helped me control my abilities with Casey.” Zephyr would give a stern look at Blue.

“I’ll need your help Blue, you are the safeguard…until we make some progress at least. Could you do this for us…please?” With this the stern look would soften and exhibit a vulnerability not often displayed.

Zephyr understood Blue’s position of caution for not wanting to engage in training Casey, that it was risky, but this was one topic where he wholeheartedly disagreed with their fearless leader.

Psion was a reality because of training, it was the key to banishing his own fears; without the control or understanding, it was very likely that he would have turned out very much like Mallen or worse.

He knew what being afraid was like, how crippling it could be and he wanted to liberate his friend from that affliction, he had to at least try.

Zephyr looked over at Casey and smiled tenderly, in his mind he could picture Aegis as only he could perceive her with his senses, her every fiber a furnace of vitality, it was unlike anything he had ever seen in his short years. For her to remain untrained was just wrong.

“Please Blue, we need to do this as a team.”

Casey couldn't help the smile on her face hearing those words...they would finally actually try to train her. Hope had finally returned, though she looked to Blue, it was his decision in the end wasn't it. It always was. She tried to keep her mask up but, she could feel the snear slipping. She just wanted him to say yes, to finally let her become who she could be.

Blue sat on the couch still holding the new hoodie in his hand looking to Casey then to Zephyr. Every part of him just wanted to go out and face the world on his own. It was simpler, he didn't have to deal with others, or worry about what would happen if things went wrong. But, he was needed here, in this space, with these people. He couldn't just leave, but, he felt he couldn't stay. He felt wrong, like he was in the wrong place. As his eyes met Casey's he saw that even thought she was trying to be stern. Then he looked to Zephyr the slight softening of his features, the way his silvery eyes seemed to look right through him, straight to his heart.

Another long breath left him, a hero goes where he is needed, and Blue was needed here. If there was an emergency Doc would warn them...or Lourdes would. They needed to do this, they needed to bring Casey's monster under control. If not for her strength in the fight, at least so she was less of a danger to others, or herself.

"You're right, we do need to work as a team." Bringing his head up he nodded to Casey, her eyes welling up with tears. It felt like a promise finally being fulfilled. It had been what felt like an eternity since that promise was made, now it was finally coming true.

"Um..." Casey started not sure what to say next... "Thank you...thank you Blue." She wasn't sure she should be thanking him but, they were the only words she could find. She took a moment to wipe her eyes before clearing her throat. "What do you need me to do?"

“Yesss!!!” Zephyr exclaimed, giving a loud cheer.

“Blue, you’re the best, thank you, this is great!” the child in him wanted to give an appreciative hug to the Bandana hero, but the adult took over and grabbed the man’s hand in a handshake. “This means a lot.” you could clearly hear a sense of relief in his words.

Zephyr walked to get some glasses and the bottles of sparkling apple cider.

“I already laid out your first test, it’s simple in essence but challenging and we can start after this if you like, but first…”

Returning to the center, Zephyr placed the bottles and glasses on the table. Opening one of the bottles he poured the bubbly substance and served it to his teammates.

“I want to propose a toast to Team Argus, to unity, growth and friends.” Zephyr raised his glass, he was smiling and beaming.
Clearing this crucial hurdle gave him a renewed sense of hope, that no matter what hardships lay ahead, they would overcome.

“To the future! Cheers!”

Blue took the hand and shook it. A slight smile on his face, Zephyr's enthusiasm was infectious. Blue's words had certainly cut the tension, and inside the hero was relieved, it wasn't as if he enjoyed these tense moments. But, he still had some learning to do, some more of his old ways to give up.

Casey was ecstatic gladly leaping over the couch to throw her arms around Blue, they could finally start training today, it was finally happening. Blue put an arm around her a gentle, almost familial gesture. With a tearful smile she took the glass, already smiling. She knew what was coming next. It was a habit of their raven haired friend, to mark each step forward a toast. It was all very old, like something out of a period piece or old story of knights or gentlemen celebrating.

Together her and Blue lifted their cups clanging them together with Zephyr's.

"To the future..."

TAG: @greyjedi125 @Ameteth

 

(more fun with the dramatic personae from Team Argus, combo with the inspiring @galactic-vagabond422 )


Blueline, Casey and Zephyr
Team Argus Hideout, NYC


The large room was quiet, the off-white walls gave the space a sterile almost sci-fi atmosphere, the high-tech nature of the practice quarters were well concealed, the only giveaway being the sleek console illuminating Zephyrs face and lighting up his silvery eyes in ways that hinted at his non-terran half.

He was excited at finally getting to actually start training Casey, to finally embark on a path to improvement; that was the goal. But caution and a bit of nervousness were also part of what he was feeling.

Fingers deftly tapped the virtual keyboard making final adjustments and calibrations. For a moment he paused, suddenly feeling the keen absence of his first friend Zack. He should be here helping with the ‘science’ part of the test, giving his opinion and lending his intellectual expertise. But did Zack even know about any of this? Zephyr could not remember.

Shaking his head, he went back to worrying about the coming test. What if Aegis turned and became wrathful, that was a real possibility, the upside was that here she wouldn’t be seen as a threat or treated with animosity or fear.

Zephyr walked to the set up for the exercise to inspect it before calling his teammates in. There, a top a small white cube rested what appeared to be a garden box, in it was grass and some wild flowers and a few emperor butterflies, one blue, one tawny and one mixed.

The scene was modeled after Casey’s drawing, the colors matching her illustration with uncanny accuracy. Zephyr added to the the piece what the 3D printer could not (like dew on the grass), it looked very real and he smiled satisfied.

Next he inspected the reconfigured weight rack. The contraption would lower a bar unto the garden box and continue to descend until it reached the floor. Across from it Casey would hold a separate bar, that would serve as a counterpart, if all went well, she would hold the bar and when the effort became too much for her natural strength to withstand, she would summon the power of Aegis from within, not to destroy but rather to protect. Hopefully what was planned and what would actually happen would not be too dissimilar.

Thinking back to the days of his own testings, Zephyr remembered some uplifting key words; ‘any result is a good result, just keep moving forwards’. Wise words from Master Tan, his martial arts trainer. Where would someone like that be in all this craziness.

All was in readiness, the time was now.

“Doc please let Blue and Aegis know that everything is ready, and please record and encrypt this session to my files.”

[Affirmative. Alerting team members and starting session.]

Blue and Casey were sitting on the couch, in the front room. Casey was nervous, what if things went wrong, what if she hurt Zephyr or Blue, what if she couldn't control the monster inside of her? She'd faced these questions before but, this felt more real, more tangible. They were actually going to try, they were going to try to tame her power. The thought made her giddy a storm of emotions were inside her, good and bad, fear and happiness.

Blue put a hand on her shoulder, he was afraid too, but that wasn't what she needed right now. She needed a steady hand, a friend.

"It's ok Casey, I'll be there too."

"Yeah...yeah I know." She said nodding her head, her leg starting to bounce up and down. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths trying to calm herself when their comms buzzed. Casey nearly jumped off the couch she was so surprised.

"Well, I guess it's that time." Blue got up helping Casey to her feet and walking towards the training room. Quietly the bandana clad hero took a calming breath. It would be ok, they needed to do this.

Entering the white walled space she found the drawing she'd made, brought to life. A heavy weight seeming perched above it. She pulled off her hoodie and set it on the floor leaving her in just her supersuit. Stepping up the bar that was opposite the weight she looked to Zephyr.

"So...what do you need me to do?" She asked.

Blue for his part stood against the near by wall, out of the way but ready to step in should he be needed. Though he prayed he didn't have to.

Seeing Casey take her place by the resistance bar made Zephyr light up with such a good feeling, this was a great step for all of them, coming together like this. His heart was beginning to race a little from excitement and nervousness, it was like paragliding for the first time, into a storm…with rockets.

He took a deep calming breath and began to calmly and confidently give instructions for the test.

“So Casey, your starting position will be standing upright, feet apart at shoulder width to maximize balance. Hold the bar parallel to the ground in front of your body, arms straight down, hands on the outside of your thigh.” A quick tap on the control panel produced a holo of a figure in the correct position for visual reference.

“You are holding a resistance bar, it will gradually get heavier and it will affect the ‘weight bar’ above our little ‘garden of peace’.”

“It will start at five pounds, pretty much like the sugar containers at the grocery store. I set it to increase at 1 pound per second so in 10 seconds you’ll be holding up 15 pounds. That’s adding a 10 pound bag of rice to the sugar, I know, bad illustration but you get my drift.” He chuckled and grimaced at his corny imagery.

At 40 pounds the bar will begin to descend slowly, the height will reset if you move your bar up a little, but the weight continues to increase at the set rate. This will extend the time of the test.

Also, you have voice control. Saying ‘more’ or ‘add’ will increase the weight. Saying ’stop’ or ‘pause’ will terminate the test. Lifting the bar above your head at a certain weight threshold also concludes the test, so that’s also an option for Aegis. Zephyr would offer a playful wink of encouragement.

“Keep in mind that there are NO bad results here, we will learn something no matter if we abort or if we get the golden buzzer, please know that. Plus we are here for you, do not be afraid to just do what you think is best.” His voice was calm and confident, he was determined to provide whatever Casey needed to get through this comfortably.

“When you are ready, just say ‘Ready.Go.’ or ‘Ready.Start’.”

Stepping back a few paces, Zephyr yielded the test controls to Casey. “Aegis Test One. Proceed.”

At that, a chime was heard and small blue lights on both bars turned on, indicating that test was in session.

Zephyr glanced over to Blue and gave him a nod of thanks and a thumbs up, then his attention was focused on Aegis, he was really happy that this was happening, that she would finally get to discover more about herself.

Casey took up the stance and held the bar in her hands. She nodded along with Zephyr's instructions, they seemed simple enough hold the bar up for as long as possible while weight was applied. She did wonder about the weight bar slowly descending into the garden if she didn't lift it up. But, seemed straightforward, though she was still a little worried. With a breath she tightened her grip and looked ahead though slightly down to see the flowers and butterflies.

"Ready.Go" She called out, she didn't feel much at first, it was about five pounds. After ten seconds she felt the bar get heavier but, not too much so. The time ticked by and the bar became heavier, and heavier, by about the 30 second mark her arms started to shake a little. At 40 seconds she could start to feel each pound put on the bar. The weight on the other side started to drop, her arms struggled to lift it up enough to reset it. That relief didn't last long as the crushing weight started to fall again the weight increasing by the second. For a moment she wanted to call for a pause but she swallowed the words. She had to do this, she had to keep going. The anxiety in her rose and rose, looking down she saw the weight coming closer and closer to the floor, to the garden of peace. Directly underneath was the blue butterfly. Suddenly she thought she understood, it gave her something to protect, her peace, her 'happy place'.

She closed her eyes just barely getting the bar reset.

'I need you.' she tried to summon the monster, to call forth Aegis, that was the point of this exercise was it not? Almost instantly she felt the power in her arms, but at the same time she felt the fear surge from the back of her mind.

'I'm here.' the other girl replied Casey could feel the beast trying to take control. With a panicked breath she let go of the bar and stumbled back.

Blue stepped up as the weight crashed into the floor with a heavy thud.

Casey held up her hand holding her protector back. Taking a few breaths she fell back coming to sit on the floor.

"I...I couldn't...I couldn't stop her..." she said taking a deep breath, trying to calm her heart.

Zephyr also approached and knelt down beside Casey.

“Are you alright?” He asked with obvious concern.

His eyes shone faintly as he used his abilities to have a better look, to see how the Aegis transformation affected Casey physically. The psychosomatic trigger was also important, there was much to learn for progress to be made, but that was exactly why this was a good thing.

“That was actually good, it looked like you held back, I’ll have to go over the readings properly, but this is a good start.”

Zephyr then turned his gaze to the ruined ‘Garden of Peace’. “Test reset.” he said.

Again a chime was heard and the ‘weight bar’ returned to the top position and the lights turned off on both bars.

“And this is why we train, so we can improve in the use of our gifts.” He said cheerfully, offering a helping hand if Casey needed one to get up.

"There was a time when I would have been terrified to do this…”

With a wave of his hand the smashed and broken pieces of the Garden Box and the support stand flew back together and were restored, pristine as before.

“I had my share of mishaps and…set backs, I was often discouraged by my results.” His voice grew somber and thoughtful.

“But I had help; people who stood by me, believed in me, that kept me going, helped me to move past my fears. Let us be those people for you, plant us in your ‘Garden of Peace’.” His winning smile returned to his countenance.

“Do you wish to end this session, take a break, meditate, order pizza? Whatever you decide is fine, this is your show.”

The young woman took a few more breaths letting herself smile. The sudden surge of strength was fading with her adrenaline, she felt a little lighter, if that was down to her anxiety passing or her body itself becoming denser as she touched the power within her she didn't know. As she took his hand and got to her feet she looked to the machine, the garden reformed underneath...ready to be smashed again.

She shook her head trying to banish her fears again. Zephyr was right, there was going to be setbacks, failures, they had to keep going.

"Sometimes, the only way out is through." Blue added, an adage he'd used himself when faced with insurmountable odds. The only way this got better was through trials and tribulations. He'd made a promise to be there.

"Thanks." she said nodding her head. "Thanks." Taking a deep breath she looked back at the machine. "I'd like to try again...just to see if, I can do...something..." She didn't know what but, at least she could feel the monster coming, that was something.

Taking her stance she gripped the bar letting out another breath.

“Aegis Test Two. Proceed.” Zephyr called out.

"Ready.Go." The five pounds were added, then the more after it. Her arms started shaking earlier than before, her muscles still hurting from the last test. Every second she could hear the subtle clink of more weight being added, it was almost as frequent as her heart which was thundering in her ears. Just past 30 seconds she felt the pain shoot through her arms as the weight started moving towards the garden again. Gritting her teeth and planting her feet firmly she lifted up resetting the timer. She could do that at least. Her arms shook more and more.

please... she thought again.

Yes. the surge of power rushed through her, the fear crashing over her like a wave. She lifted the bar again but, could feel control slipping away.

No! she rebuked the monster as it tried to rest her body away from her.

Fine! it shouted back. All at once the power left her. The weight crashed to the ground sending wood and dirt flying every direction.

A frustrated growl left her. "You moody child." She said to the air, verbally chastising the beast within. Her arms pulsed with pain and her hair felt a little damp with sweat. With her hands she rubbed her upper arm and shoulder where the pain was the worst.

"I...I tried to tell her no...she didn't like that."

“Oh wow, that was certainly new and different.” there was genuine wonderment and curiosity in Zephyr’s words and eyes.

“Hmm…maybe we should call it for now, I don’t want you to push yourself too hard, this is your first time after all. We could just move on to the part where we look at the general readings we got and compare notes.”

Casey referring to her Aegis empowered state as a separate person might be significant and worth looking into, it was a lot to process.

Squinting his eyes and holding his chin for dramatic effect, Zephyr circled around Casey, looking her up and down.

“No micro fractures…that’s good, evidence of average fibrous/ sinew stress as would occur during intense work out…that checks out.”

“Right.The truth is that we are in uncharted waters and should proceed with caution. None of us are scientists so we have to use our best common sense. It’s not like we can call Reed Richards and ask for his opinion…which would have been super awesome. But yea, as much as I would like to go again, I am guessing that a third transformation attempt might over stress your normal body.”

“What do you say Casey. Blue, any input?”

Casey was bent over taking breaths trying to get her heart rate back down. Part of her didn't want to stop, wanted to try and get a handle on this monster under her skin. The fatigue washed over her again and she stumbled back. Blue once again was there to catch her, this time she didn't stop him.

"I think it would be good to stop for now." He said wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I...I..." Casey tried to protest, to make a case for moving forward but, she couldn't find the words. It wasn't like she was even close to a breakthrough, or anything, she just didn't want to give up. She feared that this would be the only chance she would get to master this beast. "Fine..." A long breath left her as she looked to the side a little dejected.

"It's ok." Blue smiled giving her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

"I guess..." Blue guided her up to the living room gesturing Zephyr to follow, maybe more comfortable surroundings would help her.

Zephyr agreed, but stayed back a few minutes to close up the session before joining his teammates in the living room.

As he compiled the session data, he began to wonder if there was a mental block factor to be considered.

‘Hmm….I may need to dig up my meditation lessons and probably get a copy of anything relevant that Dr. Moira McTaggert may have made publicly available. Right now we have to do this on our own, go as far as we can.’

“Doc, bring live ‘Casey Personal Sessions for Test One’.”

[Protocols CPS4T1 enabled.]

“Thanks Doc, that wraps it up. ”

Zephyr took in the now empty training area and nodded to himself. This is where Team Argus would hone their minds and bodies for all the battles ahead. For Casey’s dad, to save innocents from HAMMER goons, from powerhouses like Mallen or Metamin enhanced bullies. They were finally on the right track.

After setting the room in standby mode Zephyr went up to join Casey and Blue, even though he didn’t feel hunger anymore, the desire for something tasty remained with him, and raiding the fridge for treats was the next mission.

Casey sat on the couch with Blue nearby, her arms still hurt but, mostly she just felt disappointed. She was looking for a breakthrough and got a few close calls with the other girl. Blue was quiet giving her the space to think, while she did that he pour a little more of the apple cider into the cups offering her one.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

They both sat there just quietly sipping on their drinks while their comrade gathered data. Doc noted an increased heartrate, sweaty palms, rapid breathing. A more detailed analysis would reveal a sharp rise in muscle density, and bloodflow just before the end of the tests. A suggestion of a blood test possibly during this transformation was suggested to test for elevated levels of adrenaline, which the physiological signs were pointing towards. It could also be used to test for the presence of some other enhancer that is released. While Doc wasn't sure, the AI knew of certain chemicals that were used to increase a being's attributes, steroids, Metamin, Dr. Erskines Serum, these were not likely candidates but, just some examples. The lack of radioactivity made it doubtful that her power was derived from Gamma Radiation like the hero she was most closely associated with Dr. Bruce Banner AKA the Hulk.

Zephyr passed by heading to the kitchen. Blue looked down at his cup swirling the contents and watching the light reflect off the surface.

"Hey," He started, her attention turned to him rather than the stitching on her shoes. "You mentioned something about, a Her. It's not the first time, the Other Girl I think you said before. What do you mean by that? Is it a different personality? Like you have multiple?"

With a sigh she looked back down then back up. "I mean...maybe? But, I don't really think so. Have you ever been so afraid that you just froze, your body locks up and you can't move a muscle?"

"No, but, I've seen it before." He wasn't lying, mostly he ran towards the things that scared him.

"Well it's like that. When I get scared my mind just stops and my body just moves on it's own." With a moment to breathe she looked up. "It's like my fear takes over and I can't stop it. My body just moves on it's own, my mind becomes cloudy filled with only one thought...end what is scaring me...Whether that is some bad guy, or getting you out of a burning building, that's all I can think about. I'm still me, it's just my fear guides me directs me. It's just easier to think of it as another person, a monster inside of me that I have to keep locked up."

Blue sat back thinking about the words being said. He wasn't a therapist, and was well out of his depth but, he was going to be there. "Have to tried talking to her?"

"I mean...I tried it back there in the training room. But, I guess fear is fear and it doesn't act rationally."

Blue nodded his head taking another sip, hoping someone else was hearing this and could help better than him.

From the kitchen Zephyr listened to the conversation while he prepared a snack, some pepperoni, olives, brie cheese, sliced cherry tomatoes and pumpernickel crackers would hit the spot.

Sitting down across from his teammates, he had a chance to enjoy a few bites before offering his thoughts.

“You know, my instructor had to point out to me that everything has a dual nature. Up has a down, Silence and Noise, Hot and Cold, Creation and Destruction, Peace and Despair, Hate and Love. It is an inescapable and Universal axiom.”

“We all have it, and the best way to balance the two is to accept that they exist.” He paused absorbing his own words.

“You see, I had to accept my ‘Destroyer’ nature, as it was labeled on my case history files. But with discipline I was taught to embrace the ‘Protector and the Nurturer’. I had to learn to stop fearing my own dark side, but first I had to understand that it wasn’t all of me.”

“Maybe you should try…I don’t know….asking nicely, appealing for cooperation, maybe the key is in agreement and harmony, rather than domination?”

Zephyr’s silvery eyes searched the faces before him, looking to see if anything he said prompted a positive reaction or if they would suddenly think he was talking crazy talk.

“I mean, she's still you, just ask yourself for help you know...It’s worth a try, right?”

"Maybe next time Blue and I can observe from the doorway or behind a panel, reduce performance anxiety, do you think that would help?"

Casey grabbed a cracker taking a bite while she thought about the words Zephyr was saying. Accepting that this monster was part of her, and trying to work with it. That's what she thought she was doing she said please, she asked for help. Maybe it was because it was the first time she tried?

"I'm not sure what will help right now, but, I think I want you guys there...you know incase." She looked away not wanting to say her fear out loud. "I guess maybe I can try talking with her outside of danger? Not sure how to do that, she only really comes out when I'm scared."

"Hmmm....only when scared...and the Garden of Peace was in imminent danger of being crushed, so fear was a factor, good point.

Maybe we can device a second test where you simply need to lift something that may require Aegis to lend her strength, a common goal not driven by fear or danger." Zephyr suggested while thinking out loud.

"I like it!" He exclaimed looking up.

"Those are definitely conditions that we haven't seen yet. That may just get us some new data, and probably some answers."

"That would be 'Exercise Two', oh yeah! I can go program the resistance bars, maybe run some simulations against today's data....ohhh, I think I know what would work. No crushing of plants or butterflies this time, hehehe!" He started to get up, then sat back down.

"Right, you need to rest and I need to finish my delicious food, hehehe!" Zephyr blushed a little, he knew they were used to seeing him fumble over himself when he was working things out in his head or when he multi-tasked but it always made him blush.

He quickly took another bite of his snack and went back to crunching numbers in his head.

Casey smiled seeing Zephyr getting all excited and already planning the next session. This was good, this meant it wasn't getting put to the side for more important things. There was going to be a next time. That was reason enough to be excited. Though he was right that she needed to rest for just a bit longer, her arms where shot and would need a little rest before getting back at it.

"Maybe later today we can try that." Casey said as she finished off her drink.

"Maybe..." Blue added. The more they could do in a day the fewer days he would spend inside. On the other hand they couldn't push it too far. It was a delicate balancing act. Like Zephyr said, the positive and negative needed to balance out.

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OOC: Combo with @greyjedi125

IC: Arthur Sanders
Morlock Underground

He slept soundly... well as soundly as one could. His mind set adrift as he felt himself dream, and dream vividly.

A voice calling out to him asking if he wanted to be rid of his powers.

"Yes!" he cried, his face filled with anguish, with self-hatred. His eyes watering up.

"Please get rid of this curse, I did not ask for it, I never wanted it... I... I just want to be normal,"

There was a long silence as if something was being considered.

"Then come to me and be free, follow the sound of my voice, it will lead you to the freedom you seek......"

The many layered voice beckoned to Arthur, stoking his desire for release.

"O-o-okay..." spoke the ever nervous Arthur.

His eyes wobbling as he trailed after the voice, following it in the dreamscape of existence...

Please... please...please it was the only thought that could run in his head, repeated over and over as he fought back tears.

"Arthur...?" came another voice, this one recently familiar and filled with concern.

"Arthur..." It called out, this time more earnestly, as it attempted to infiltrate the void of dreams.

Arthur's head slowly turned as he heard the voice call out to him. Was it.... seemed so familiar and yet the name eluded him, like behind a fog of memory as he tried to reach out haplessly with his hand.

"Yes...?" he replied with some exasperation.

"Who are you?"

"Arthur, wake up...." The voice bid him as it grew with near palpable concern.

"It's Brihk. Please wake up."

Arthur felt the voice grow louder, become clearer. His mind focusing on it as it drew him out, shocking him awake as his eyes grew wide in surprise, fluttering briefly in shock as he mumbled something.

"Brihk?"

The young meta would open his eyes and see the deep concern etched on the woman's face. She spoke softly and with great empathy as she reached out to rub his shoulder, hoping to provide some measure of comfort.

"You're Ok, Arthur. I'm here for, it's just a bad dream, you're Ok."

Brihk let out a long sigh, then managed a weak smile, not sure how to best proceed. Nightmares were common among the younger mutants as well as the recently arrived to the Morlock underground; each case was distinctly different from the other.

"Would you like some water?" She asked in a sisterly tone, in the hopes of stabilizing Arthur from his distress.

Arthur's eyes continued to flutter as he gradually became aware of his surroundings.

"Yes, yes please..."

He would feel the edge of the bed, it felt so real. He was awake now... yes, yes he was sure of it. God... what a nightmare.

Brihk waited a moment, just to make sure Arthur had his wits about him and was not distraught by his ordeal. Once she felt certain he was ok, she leaned to the side and opened the door to a small and compact fridge. With practiced motions, she removed one of several bottles of water, containing about 250 ml.

"Here..." she said, handing Arthur the bottle. "Drink it slowly." She instructed as she watched him now.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked after a long pause.

Arthur slowly took the bottle of water, clasping it gently as he took slow, steady sips. After a moment he glanced back up to Brihk before glancing back off to the side.

"I... I don't know," he responded meekly. His soft blue eyes had a sheen to them of tears being held back within them. Although now tears did not well the edge of his eyes.

"A voice said it could t-ta-take away my...um... p-powers..."

Brihk frowned in worry at what she was hearing. Was there a predatory telepath amongst the Morlocks? If so, that could create some real problems. She'd have to consult one of her trusted sources for sure, but at the moment she needed to do something different. Talking about the 'nightmare' would only upset young Arthur again.

"There's no one here but me, see? So don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you." Brihk said, speaking in reassuring tones as she smiled, hoping to calm her charge.

"Well, while you were sleeping, someone made it safely back to the Tunnels, mhmm."

Grabbing a bottle of water herself, Brihk took several sips, in hopes that doing something normal together would help to reduce anxiety levels and make Arthur feel more at ease.

"Would you like to go pay him a visit?" She asked, her smile widening.

"Erg made it back?" he spoke with interest and a thankful tone, clearly glad to hear that the man was okay. He still felt very guilty that he almost hurt the man with his powers the day before, even if he had been in no real danger. The fact that Arthur had no semblance of control...

It terrified him.

"Y-yes please," he spoke somewhat meekly, his eyes still cast downward as he took some more sips. His mind began to think about what on earth he was going to do now.

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Miles Morales
Street Art

Miles Morales eyed up the hooded teen that stood guard outside the service tunnel.

Damn it. Just when I'd thought I'd be able to be alone.

He sighed, checking the surroundings. Somewhat crowded. Good. He could use this.

Miles wanted to avoid interacting with the teen. His intimidating glare that he had thrown at Miles threw the young spiderman off, and he preferred to have no interaction with the man.

Firstly, he needed a distraction. Finding a place where Miles was out of anyone's field of view, he continued to formulate a plan. He looked for any loose objects around the hooded teen, and when the opportunity struck, he'd use his web-shooter to shift it, causing a distraction.

Then, as the teen would be checking the noise, Miles would use his camouflage to sneak past.

It wasn't foolproof, but fingers crossed it would work.

@greyjedi125

 

THE ELEVENTH HOUR
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At first it felt like a thrumming, a vibration that could be felt running through ones body, not unlike that of a massive stampede. The foreboding sensation was soon accompanied by a roaring sound that filled the very air, almost deafening to those who were near it. ’Twas a chorus unlike any that had been heard before, this sustained sound, a dark chord, a harbinger.

Those not indoors would be the first to see them: Sentinels.

Lots of Sentinels.

​

A Legion? Maybe more. Indeed, certainly more.

​

They all rose up to the sky, their boot jets trailing long plumes as they all ascended as one, gleaming majestically in the evening light. It was a grand spectacle which inspired awe in some, yet fear in others. There would be questions, of course, but for those who were keen of eye, they would see it, faintly at first; long streaks coming down from the atmosphere.

The Sky: It was falling.

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Shelly VanKasser
Central Park West, NYC

It was a curious experience, hearing the windows vibrate without shattering. A dull rumbling sound came from somewhere outside, but was also felt inside, but minimally so. Both Colin and Tony were momentarily alarmed as they regarded Shelly in their surprise.

“Do you feel that?” Colin wondered aloud.”What the…?”

“Synthia, do you know what’s causing this?” Tony asked, quickly addressing the apartment’s A.I.

As a response, a livestream was displayed on a panoramic TV screen, showing the incredible flight of Sentinels taking to the air. Curiously enough, it appeared that there were launching silos throughout the city, unbeknownst to most.

“What’s going on?” Colin exclaimed, worry evident in his voice as he drew closer to the screen. Tony reached for his own phone and began to search for any information.

“Guys, this is insane! I’ve never seen that many Sentinels all at once. That can’t be good.”

“It’s not.” Tony blurted. “It’s…something about a heavy meteor shower over our hemisphere?” He looked to his own companions for a moment, his expression etched with a good deal of disbelief. “I’ll need to confirm this.”

Colin shook his head. “What? You serious? How bad is it?”

“I’m trying to find out…”

“Can we get a ‘do-over’? I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Colin ran his hand through his hair as he sat down, doing his best to get a grip on himself. Tony was always the one who best managed information and facts, so that’s what he now focused on. Shelly had a moment to contemplate their situation, or voice her concerns. She was also the only one who noticed the beeping coming from a nearby phone.

Either way, their day was likely to be an eventful one.

Tag: @Ktala

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Blueline, Casey and Zephyr
Team Argus Hideout, NYC

It happen during a practice break, the rumbling. At first, it would be impossible to tell what caused it, or where it came from, even as the floor and walls vibrated. The ambient roaring sound was still discernible, though greatly reduced.

[I believe you might want to see this] Doc announced to the trio, even as he turned on the central view screen and displayed an image depicting current events: A literal army of Sentinels was rising to the sky.

[It is not yet clear why so many Sentinels are being deployed. I’m running several searches to determine the cause.]

On screen, a secure message from White Star was also being displayed at the bottom, informing all agents to be on stand-by as a ‘yellow alert’ had been declared.

[There’s an unconfirmed claim of a heavy meteor shower. I’ll continue cross-referencing for a more informed answer.]

As they watched, Blueline, Aegis and Psion would realize that no ‘official’ alert had been issued by the City or State, at least not yet. Still, individuals like themselves, heroes and protectors, needed to be ready at all times for any eventuality, for it was always better to be safe…

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Detective Steve Donahue
Hell’s Kitchen, Back Alley, NYC

Psychometry.

In a blink of an eye, Detective Donahue would find himself transported to a different time, experiencing, living a different life, even though the place would be the same spot he was currently in. His lack of control is what ultimately dictated his horrible psychometric experiences. There was no one to teach him how to retain his identity, save for his very real fear of losing himself, or how to filter the onslaught of emotions not his own. If only he knew someone by the name of 'Charles'. On second thought, maybe not, for doing so might only get him collard.

Still, he was a brave man, one who dared to take the plunge into the unknown, without any guarantee of a return ticket; yet, with every success, he did gain slightly more experience.

The stench associated with New York dumpsters assailed his senses, almost overwhelming him. Steve was in a dark place, then the lid to the dumpster opened. He had been inside of it, or rather, he was being deposited in, but the ‘movie’ was running backwards so it seemed that he was getting out. In that moment, he caught a glimpse of the one handling him. A young blond man in his twenties with messy, shoulder length hair. He seemed disheveled, unkempt. The scene continued as he was being moved away from the dumpster, but in reality he was being carried towards it.

Within moments, he found himself on the floor, stiff and unmoving, before rising in a strange manner, as if he were crumbling upwards. The moment of his ‘death’ was the hardest to manage. A terrifying fire spread through his nervous system as energy was drained, bristling cold seemed to numb his skin and bones, but thankfully, his mind had subconsciously braced against it.

The sensation of being suddenly drained was painful in ways he could not describe in words, but not just the physical pain, but he horror of knowing the truth in that one single horrifying moment- that life would end. Thankfully, despite feeling a lesser experience by comparison, Steve found himself 'regenerating' into the young disheveled man that had carried him, then saw himself, or rather the moment, as the young man turned as he heard a sound.

Bits of knowledge flooded his mind in that instance.

The young man was feeling terribly ill after having a bad reaction to Metamin (the new street drug that temporarily granted super human powers ). In a desperate bid, he’d planned to rob the nearby bar in order to support his other habits, but something had gone terribly wrong.As he sought a place to vent his illness, the young man turned suddenly at a sound, a strange and eerie moaning, like a creature who was possessed of an insatiable hunger. Quite suddenly, the young man’s blue eyes bulged in surprise at what he beheld reaching for him.

​

The stab of fear was so great for the young man at that moment, that it caused Steve to come out of his psychometric trance.

Steve was back in the present moment, his hands still on the mummified remains. Had he exclaimed loudly? Was anyone close enough to hear him?

It was unlikely, as everyone’s attention was focused on a different spectacle; that of the Sentinels flying high into the sky.

Tag: @HanSolo29

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Mara Arsenio
Magic Shelf Booksellers, L.E.S, NYC

As she lay on her bed with eyes closed, Mara would drift, feeling weightless and at peace. As a result of her ability, she would encounter voices unheard in the natural world, thoughts, minds, such that would draw her out, beckoning to her, causing her to expand outwards.

Those in her area would be unaware of her as they engaged in mundane activities. Most were harmless, but not all, that much she already knew. There were few who knew how to keep their minds closed from detection, or at least believed that they could. But the strong ones, they were farther away.

Some of the psychic-essences Mara began to perceive were amorphous, while other seemed more like pulsating orbs of varying luminescence and magnitudes. The brighter and stronger ones seemed to have more defined shapes and definitely felt to have a more palpable presence. As she drew near them, they grew quiet and seemed to watch her as she languidly drifted by.

Had she astral projected her consciousness without realizing she had?

The space Mara inhabited was surreal and undefined, yet vast, both empty and full, varying in brightness and density.

A dark mass, like a large billowing cloud pulsed in the distance, small lights flashed inside of it as it emitted an incessant chittering sound. It beckoned earnestly, as it wafted the sweet perfume of possibilities.

{{ I wouldn’t go near it if I were you.}} came a disembodied voice. No, not a voice, but voices. Three that sounded like one.

Tag: @TheSilentInfluence

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Miles Morales
A Street with No Name

Everything seemed to happen at once, because it always did. The large teen had been doing all he could do to stare down the smaller newcomer, as he gave off unspoken tells that violence might be an option. But fortunately, Miles was not a newcomer to these kind encounters.

With some well timed ‘legerdemain’, young Miles was able to cause a loud enough distraction to make the appointed ‘guard’ jump in surprise.

“Huh? What was that!?”

Coincidentally, that’s when the rumbling began, followed by a roaring sound that seemed to cover the whole area.

“What the heck….?”

In that moment, Miles seemed to vanish out of sight, thanks to his camouflage ability. Assuming that the timid intruder had fled, probably spooked by the sudden noise, the would-be-guard stepped out from his post, just in time to see a sight of a life time. Countless plumes rising skyward, each with gleaming Sentinels at their very tip.

“Woah…..”

Visually, it was quite an amazing sight.

Miles was free to proceed down the tunnel entrance in his pursuit of ‘art’, however, with the spectacle in the sky, it was nearly guaranteed that his mother would immediately begin to worry.

Tag: @Master Vo'Un'Var

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Arthur Sanders
Morlock Underground

“Hey!!There you are!”

Erg immediately stood-up upon seeing Arthur. The tall man’s recently bandaged arms and torso trailed strands as all discomfort seemed to vanish, even as he smiled at the young metahuman, relief flooding him like a breath of fresh air.

“Glad to see you’re OK!” he cheered, giving Arthur a ‘High-Five’ in the process.

“Thank you, Brihk.” He said to Arthur’s unofficial guardian.

“Don’t mention it.” She responded, a warm smile blossoming on her face. It was good to have everyone safe in one place.

At that moment, a terrible roar filled the underground tunnels, drowning every other sound. A long moment passed before anyone could manage to hear themselves speak again, though worried expressions were certainly exchanged.

“What in the world was that?” Erg found himself asking.

“Something’s happening top-side. They’re launching Sentinels.” Brihk informed, relaying what news was being shared through the small network of Morlock telepaths.

“A general assembly is being called.” She added, this time with a bit of worry.

“Don’t tell me those top-side fools finally decided to obliterate each other.” Erg commented with no small amount of sarcasm. Brihk only shook her head in wordless response.

“Let’s go see what ‘The Speaker’ has to say.” Brihk said to Arthur. She’d gently squeeze the young mutant’s shoulder in a small attempt to reassure him, before beckoning him to follow her.

Tag: @Shadowsun

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Helena Schwartz ( Agent 77 )
Grand Central HQ

Nolan Cross made it his business to join Helena so the pair could visit the Quartermaster together. Acquiring their gear simultaneously was in a way, a good bonding experience for agents who were not quite familiar with each other, especially when preparing to go on a joint Op. It was good business to know your weapons as well as the person who had your back on the mission field.

The happy occasion was intruded upon by a ‘yellow alert’ and the news that H.A.M.M.E.R had just launched a massive number of Sentinels. The reason for such an action was not confirmed, but there was no lack of speculations.

Nolan was in the middle of inspecting a 9mm semi-automatic firearm when he looked to Helena for good measure.

“You suppose this might alter the nature of our mission?” He asked in a neutral tone.

Tag: @TheAdmiral

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Daken & Taskmaster
H.A.M.M.E.R HQ, NYC

No alert had sounded, at least not officially, yet there was great urgency in the air as Daken and Taskmaster arrived at H.Q. despite doing so separately. By now, they'd been already appraised of the current situation and Stryfe was awaiting their presence in their conference room. As they arrived, either could literally see the flight of Sentinels take to the air from the elevator.

“That’s a pretty big response for just a bunch of falling rocks.” Taskmaster observed dryly once they regrouped. “…unless it’s not.”

Global HQ was involved, so that-in-itself was a tell as far as he was concerned.

“Stay sharp.” Was all he had to add, even as he became fully aware of the unintentional pun he’d just committed, not that it much mattered to him. It wouldn’t be long now, before they joined their scheduled briefing with Moonstone, Reaper and their 'boss'.


Tag: @darthbernael

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SGC
Wundagore Citadel

“See….” Tenzin said, stretching out a hand, gesturing to SGC as he looked at Lord Rakshasa. “…He is an innocent.” He stated, almost defensively, at which point he turned to his pupil.

“The Darkhold was once a place, but Lord Rakshasa speaks of an exceedingly powerful, yet evil book of spells which is called ‘The Darkhold’, known to laymen as the ’Necronomicon’. Thankfully, the book is believed to be lost, but lesser copies are rumored to exist, as well as parchments which can be used as conduits for its dark power.”

The Monk shook his head once again, as if to shame the felinoid mage for even suggesting such a thing.

“That’s a forbidden tome and all who've been foolish enough to use it, have come to ruin, or have you forgotten that small detail?”

“I wish I could say that I’m surprised by your reaction. I’m not, just merely…disappointed.”

“With all due respect, I’ll take that over being damned.”

“Such apprehension does not become a Sorcerer Supreme…”

Tenzin made a motion to object, but the mage continued.

“Pray tell, I wonder as to your pupil’s opinion on the matter.”

Both beings looked to SGC then with contrasting expression upon their faces.

The moment, however, was suddenly interrupted by an attendant.

“M’lord, pardon the interruption. Something’s happening in the Western Hemisphere. Something big. All the Knights are gathering in the Main Hall. I was sent to inform you.”

The attendant made a quick exit and vanished through the open door.

“Well, I guess we should go see what’s so terribly important.”

Tag: @Mitth_Fisto

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The Watcher
The Moon

Uatu’s displeasure was apparent if his visage was to be believed. One could say that after observing humans for so long, perhaps some anthropomorphism may affected him. Whatever the case, the Watcher's words were not spoken idly, that much was understood.

{{ Bold words, Watcher. But, what will you do….what will you do?}}

The massive shower of rocks were now entering the earth’s atmosphere, though thankfully, technology granted the humans a means to respond to the present threat. But, would it be enough?

Tag: @Sinrebirth

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NOTE: I offer my deepest apologies for the prolonged wait.

 

IC: SGC’s 28.57^3
Wundagore Citadel

Tenzin said that he was an innocent before he started explaining things. Learning what was actually being talked about was a book of power that was considered evil. By the information given most likely so because those that tried to use it had bad things happen. SGC was curious if maybe someone was not reading the warnings or the proper use instruction section for the tome.

Lord Rakshasa responded with disappointment, and then the two set to verbally talking over each other with no direction or goal. Or at least that was what SGC thought until he noticed they were both looking at him. Why were they looking at him? Mandibles clacking he tried to remember the conversation he had been zoning out of.

Both beings looked to SGC then with contrasting expression upon their faces.

Then an attendant suddenly appeared. SGC was given a pause to whatever that was by the interruption.

“M’lord, pardon the interruption. Something’s happening in the Western Hemisphere. Something big. All the Knights are gathering in the Main Hall. I was sent to inform you.”

So the others were assembling. The attendant made a quick exit and vanished through the open door.

“Well, I guess we should go see what’s so terribly important.”

"Yes. Let's go see the others, and what is happening." SGC chittered with a forced nod before heading after the attendant, leading the way for the questioning two that had been trying to do.

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Zephyr Vaillancourt
Team Argus Hideout, NYC


Zephyr sat before his computer screen, squinting comically at the words written there, twisting his mouth as he considered what he had just written and breaking the silence with another spate of energetic typing.


After a brief pause a smiled appeared as inspiration bloomed, followed by some more energetic typing.

“This should give us some variety for a little while…” he pondered aloud, studying his notes.

Breaking off from the screen Zephyr took a deep breath, satisfied with the rough draft of what would eventually become tests for Casey to explore her abilities.

He had been so happy that the ‘bridge’ to training had been successfully crossed and that Blue was on board as an objective and contrasting opinion.
Moreover, Zephyr was drawing from tests that he had been subjected to and endured, tests that proved useful to his control and understanding of his own abilities.

He realized that there were risks involved in training like this, but there were also risks in leaving Casey without direction, filled with angst and self doubt…or loathing.

The young meta closed his eyes, there was much to contemplate, more sage advice would be needed eventually, and possibly a bigger practice area would be needed for better training, but who or where to go?

As he was about to summon the trio of silvery orbs to his side ( his ‘thinking orbs’) he snapped to attention as his senses began to pick up a most peculiar sensation, everything began to vibrate all at once.

This was different from a passing subway train, living in the city made that a very familiar or even a commonplace thing. This was new, almost omnipresent and it kept growing in intensity. Then the an ambient ‘roaring’ sound permeated the entire headquarters, reduced or not, Zephyr’s abilities had their own intensity and this was alarming at the very least.

“DOC! what IS happening??!!” he asked the dutiful AI with unintended exasperation in his voice.


[I believe you might want to see this] Doc announced to the trio, even as he turned on the central view screen and displayed an image depicting current events: A literal army of Sentinels was rising to the sky.


[It is not yet clear why so many Sentinels are being deployed. I’m running several searches to determine the cause.]


On screen, a secure message from White Star was also being displayed at the bottom, informing all agents to be on stand-by as a ‘yellow alert’ had been declared.


[There’s an unconfirmed claim of a heavy meteor shower. I’ll continue cross-referencing for a more informed answer.]


“….What in the world….” Zephyr’s voice trailed off in near disbelief and his silvery eyes widened at the spectacle of so many airborne Sentinels, this did not bode well.

His eyes searched his teammates faces as if to get confirmation that what he was seeing was real.


“This is insane…” he said after a centering breath. He had to resist the urge of attempting the use of his passive abilities, to detect what was happening up there, he had never really tried going that far out from the Earth’s surface in a serious manner, but this was definitely not the moment to try.


“Blue, call Lourdes tell her that everyone should seek shelter inside.” Probably not a good time to play ‘Captain Obvious’ but this was something that they were probably all thinking.

Zephyr promptly willed his armored suit to form about his person but leaving his visor ‘open’. With a quick push of a few buttons on his handcomp, he signaled his stand-by readiness to White Star.

“We should probably suit up and watch for developments, this looks like it could get real serious at any moment.”

Right there he realized that he wasn’t nervous, he was sounding like Captain Obvious because he was worried. This was looking to be an emergency on a scale that they’ve never experienced before and the worst part of it was not knowing if everyone’s family or friends were going to be safe. Even Casey’s dad could be impacted by this….and with that thought a few ideas came to mind.

“So many Sentinels…I hate Sentinels…” is all he could say as he watched the screen intently.



TAG: @greyjedi125 , @galactic-vagabond422

 

Blueline and Casey
Skyfall

"Ok, let's try again." Casey replied, having had some food and more importantly water, her arms weren't hurting any more. She was ready to try again, she had to try again, she couldn't leave this job left undone. It was so close, or at least felt close. Though underneath she could feel the monster, Aegis, prowling around like an animal in captivity. She was agitated like someone was rattling her cage. Casey was worried about rattling it again, not sure what would happen, though she didn't let it show on her face they were just getting started, they were finally training her, finally.

Blue kept his post against the wall just letting Zephyr and Casey talk and discuss the next part of her training. He was trusting them to not push too hard too fast and keep things level. Though he was here to try and keep things from going too far, though he was more of an emergency release valve, something didn't want to use, until you were truly desperate, a last resort. He was still hopeful, deep down hidden under his mask, both literal and figurative, he had hope that this would work. It would let some pressure off of him and take away anxiety.

Though he couldn't deny that having her power under control would be an asset to the ongoing fight against the new regime. But, was that worth the toll it would take on them? It was already worrying to see the conflict on her face, but he had to keep his trust with them. And hope everything works out.

Then the sky falls, Doc draws their attention to it, the Sentinels were deploying, to protect from a meteor shower. Yeah right…something was up this was a show of force, to someone, or to everyone.

"Already on it." Blue replied, pulling his communicator to his lips.

Casey watched the sky nearly blotted out with giant metal bodies. No, no no no, this couldn't be happening, not when they were so close. This would delay her training yet again, how much longer would it be before they would come back to it. But, they couldn't just leave those things flying in the sky, couldn't go unchallenged.

Letting out a breath she went to her room slowly putting on the new outfit. The supersuit was different now, since the upgrade. It was two grey pieces, a top and a bottom. The top was heavier, with clear armor plates under the fabric, making it a little stiff as she ran her fingers over it. The pants again had clear indents where the armored plates were, and as she put them on they fit snuggly but not uncomfortably. Bending her legs they moved surprisingly easier than she was expecting. Around the waist was a tartan green black and blue, the Blackwatch tartan.

The top was equally comfortable and protective, soft and bends despite its stiffness. On the center of the chest a round emblem a passive looking face, with hair that looked alive, like snakes. Aegis, the shield of Athena, emblazoned with the face of a Gorgon, fitting really.

Putting on the orange hoodie everything was in place. She pulled up the hood feeling almost like a knight's helm.

Around her arm she tied the blue bandana to identify herself with team Argus, though now she's noticing a bit of purple in the bandana…very peacockish.

As she stepped out she found Blue in the same place she left him…did he even put on the new clothes that Zephyr got them…

"...Good. Stay safe Loudes." He said with a serious look on his face.

"You too Azul." It was hard to not notice the concern in her voice as she said it.

He closed the comm and looked up.

"We're ready to go."

TAG: @Ameteth @greyjedi125

 

IC: Mara Arsenio
Magic Shelf Booksellers, L.E.S, NYC

Mara hadn't realised what had happened at first. She could hear the other thoughts if people as things started to change, but Mara could be good at relaxing sometimes, when he powers were involved. This felt different though. That things were...overwhelming.

It felt stranger even, when she opened her eyes and realised she was in a vast space that was neither here nor there. It was as if Mara was just existing. And she thought she was alone, until a voice decided to speak to her amongst the space.

Except for the strange creature at the end.

Mara was trying to figure what it was before someone called out to her. Warned her. She let out a breath she didnt know she had been holding and looked around desperately.

Mara paused then, trying to figure out who it was. Three voices that seemed to merge into one. She tried to figure out where they were coming from, who they were.

"The unknown is what keeps us going isn't it?" Mara found herself say. "Wondering what could have been."

She swallowed hard, and stayed where she was. Maybe their right. Maybe that thing is more dangerous then I think.

"Who are you?" Mara demanded suddenly. What are you? Where am I? "Can you help me get back to the bookstore? Are you a trick?" Mara realised she was panicking now, tried to control the tight feeling in her chest, it was hard to breathe-

Tag: @greyjedi125

 

Shelly VanKasser
Central Park West, NYC

Shelly was still trying to calm her nerves when she first felt it. Was it an earthquake?? No.. In New York?? The vibration of the windows, and the strange sound was seriously starting to rattle her already fragile nerves. Both Tony and Colin also reacted in surprise.

“Do you feel that?” Colin wondered aloud.”What the…?”

“Synthia, do you know what’s causing this?” Tony asked. The computer was quick to respond, with the tv suddenly coming on. And the picture was terrifying!!!

It look like it was hundreds of Sentinels taking to the air. Curiously enough, it appeared that there were launching silos throughout the city. The screen was full of them!!! Shelly's eyes grew wide, as she watched the TV.

“What’s going on?” Colin exclaimed, worry evident in his voice as he drew closer to the screen. Tony reached for his own phone and began to search for any information.

“Guys, this is insane! I’ve never seen that many Sentinels all at once. That can’t be good.”

Understatement of the year.

“It’s not.” Tony blurted. “It’s…something about a heavy meteor shower over our hemisphere?” He looked to his own companions for a moment, his expression etched with a good deal of disbelief. “I’ll need to confirm this.”

Colin shook his head. “What? Are you serious? How bad is it?”

“I’m trying to find out…”

“Can we get a ‘do-over’? I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

In truth, Shelly was beginning to think going into the void might be a more preferable place to be. But a meteor shower?? Why send out a legion of Sentinels?? They had to be something more, than just plain rocks. Colin sat down heavily on the couch, as he ran his fingers through his hair, obviously upset. Tony was busy working on his phone. Shelly felt like she needed to draw, to calm her nerves. But she became distracted by a sound. At first, Shelly reached for her phone, thinking that it was ringing. But it was another phone nearby, beeping.

"Uh...Colin... phone." she stated as she pointed towards the ringing device. She felt it would be wrong if she picked up the phone.

She looked over at Tony. "Might be able to take a look, if we knew where they were heading to. But I don't think its meteors. We would have gotten an earlier warning, wouldn't we?" She worried about her friends Marla and the others.

Shelly sighed softly. "This is like a bad sci-fi show. I want to change the channel."



TAG: @greyjedi125

 

(OOC: Made with the approval of our illustrious GM @greyjedi125 )
Marvel Heroes: What If…

What if the Ravens approached Blue…

Bolt from the Blue​

Hong Kong 2200 hours HTK

A man ran down the neon drenched streets. Behind him cleaver wielding triads chased after him, looking to collect some debts the man had accrued, by any means necessary. Shouts are heard as the desperate man threw whatever he could find in the path of his pursuers. In a panic he turned down a blind alley finding himself trapped, nowhere to go and a gang of armed men closing in.

"Please, Please, I can get you the money."* He begged, pressing his body into the wall hoping to just meld into it.

"The time for that was weeks ago." The leader twirled his cleaver with a menacing grin on his face. "Now we have to send a message. So no one else is delinquent." A chuckle rings out in the alley.

"Help, help!" The man cried out hoping someone was listening.

The gangsters moved closer and closer blades shining in the dim light. Overhead clouds gathered, a distant rumble of thunder heralded the arrival of a storm. The hair on the arms of all in the cramped confides stands on end. The air crackles with energy rising and rising until a flash blinded all and a boom of thunder echoed. As their eyes readjusted to the darkness standing before them in the spot where the lightning stuck stood a man, clad in a blue hoodie. He raised his eyes, arcs of electricity dancing across them. Under the hoodie one could see something like armor, blessed with runes. His face from nose to chin was covered by a simple bandana, though the edge glowed gold with power.

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to flee. Or things will get violent." the thunderer ordered the men in sharp suits carrying sharper blades.

The triads hesitated for a moment feeling the power around them.

"1…"

The armed men look at each other.

"2…"

Electricity began to arc around the hooded figure.

"3…"

The triads rush forward blades held high.

"Let's go." A bolt of electricity lept from the hero's palm striking the leader in the chest. The other man spasmed before falling to the ground. Their comrades keep charging forward. A cleaver swung down at the intruder's head. The edge crashed into the other man's arm easily cutting through the cotton material of the hoodie. A ping rang out as the blade hit the armor hidden underneath the simple garment. The hero brought back his fist and threw it forward catching the enforcer on the jaw, a sound like thunder sounded through the alley. The stuck man fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Another besuited foe slashed at the man's side. The weapon was stopped by a bare hand; only a few drops of blood fell to the ground before the cleaver was ripped away a hard left hand striking the man across the jaw. Another unconscious body crumbled to the ground.

With a turn the man wreathed in lightning struck another with a powerful front kick catching a gangster square in the chest sending flying back and sprawling out on the ground.

With four of their number down in so few moments the remaining triads took a step back.

The man stood hand stained in red.

"Are we done." He asked, eyes glowing with power. The triads finding their courage failing in the presence of such might turn and flee. "Are you ok?" he asked the man that was in debt.

"They'll be back…will you be here then?"

"Don't worry, I'll find their hideout destroyed. They won't be back."

"Who are you?"

The hero turned to answer before a sound seemed to grab his attention.

"Have to go." With another bolt the man was gone.

Bloemfontein 1610 hours SAST

More storm clouds gather over the "City of Roses" a young woman flees a man stalking after her, a blade in his hand. Down a dusty sidestreet lightning strikes between the pair the man in blue stands before the machete wielding man.

"Leave her alone."** He called out arcs of lightning wrapping around him.

"Out of my way hero."

"Last warning."

The man took a step forward the hero stepped as well before disappearing into a burst of light. The crackling energy slammed into the assailant's chest. The man was sent flying backward leaving the lightning hero standing at the point of impact. Another step and he was over the attacker knocking the weapon away dropping to a knee he caught his opponent with a vicious punch knocking him out.

"Are you ok?" He asked of the woman fear still in her eyes.

"Who…who are you?"

"Blueline." With another flash he was gone.

Lake Winnipeg 1215 hours CST

"Help." a young boy called out as clouds form over head. He thrashed around in the frigid waters, far from the shore. "Help." At the nearest shore worried relatives and neighbors rush about looking for what they need to rescue the boy, though without falling in themselves. The boy fell beneath the still mostly frozen water. A few shouts of fear and woe echoed across the icy water. Soon after a bolt fell to the ground hitting ice and standing there, was Blue. Rushing forward he dove into the water. The onlookers stood talking amongst themselves looking on in hope and horror. Seconds past, a minute, a minute and a half.

A crack echoed in the silence then another and another as the ice broke and shattered. Rising out of the frozen lake was Blue, holding the boy that had fallen in. He rushed on the shore quickly handing the child over to his parents that wrapped him in a blanket.

They offered one to the blue clad hero with tear on his arm. He shakes his head, even though he's shivering, disappearing in another burst of lightning.

3 more stops and 2 more continents later, two ravens land on the hero's shoulder.

"Our master wishes to speak to you." One of them said to Blue.

"I don't have time."

"You will make time."

A bright light flashed and Blue was very far away from earth, looking up into the face of Odin in the golden throne room of Asgard.

"Blueline, Guardian of Midgard." The august All-Father gazed upon his selected protector of Earth. "The power granted to you is not inexhaustible. Your use of it so freely puts Midgard at risk."

"You gave me this power. I will use it."

"Not irresponsibly."

"And saving people isn't responsible."

"These petty crimes and small incidents are not the best use of your abilities."

"Then what should I just wait around for something to happen? For an actual threat to appear? I will be ready, I promise you. But I won't just wait around for that when I can help people."

"When was the last time you slept Blueline?"

"I do not need to sleep."

"Even I need to sleep young one." Odin rebuked the mortal. "If I require rest, then so do you."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"Which you will be if you do not rest."

"At least I would have done something. I am saving lives out there and I'll be damned if I just let it happen when I have the power to stop it."

"I granted you these powers to defend and protect Midgard from threats of a greater nature. If you expend your energies on these insignificant matters you will not be there to protect it. I am not commanding you to cease, I am commanding you to hold back for a time when your full power is necessary."

"I will not let people be hurt."

"You put all those people into peril if you cannot stand against foes beyond your solar system."

"I don't care. I will fight, and I will keep fighting and protecting people."

Odin shook his head. "So be it…"

With another flash he was back on Earth, back in the house where Casey and Zephyr had long since gone to bed. Taking a breath he stepped towards the door.

"You're back." A tired voice called out behind him. He turned to look over his shoulder finding Casey rubbing her eyes.

"Heading out."

"You're always heading out." She stepped forward grabbing his arm. "When did you last sleep, you look like hell."

"I'm fine." He said with a roll of his eyes, heavy bags underneath them.

"We haven't seen you in months. Lourdes is worried."

"Tell her, I'm fine…" He let out a deep sigh.

"Tell her yourself, go see her. Sleep there if you won't sleep here."

"I've got to go."

"We're fine too, thanks for asking."

"I know, Zephyr's here."

"I'm getting a handle on my powers,"

"That's good, I have to go."

"Fine…fine…" Casey turned away a slight glare in her eye. "Go save the world…we'll be fine."

Blue stepped out the door and vanished in a strike of lightning.

Across the street from Ernesto's a figure lept on top of the building. Looking in the window they could see the corkboard in Lulu's room, pinned to it were news articles from papers around the world, some online blogs and even tweets all of them mentioning a masked hero that wielded lightning.

Blue smiled just a little though he hung his head. With a final look through the window, and at the sleeping from of Lourdes, he dropped from the roof and disappeared again.

*Translated from Cantonese
**Translated from Zulu

TAG: @Ktala @Ameteth @Shadowsun @Master Vo'Un'Var @TheAdmiral @HanSolo29 @TheSilentInfluence @Sinrebirth @Mitth_Fisto @darthbernael

 

Way Up In The Sky​

H.A.M.M.E.R. Global HQ

They could hardly believe what they were witnessing, yet events progressed exactly as they beheld. The ‘meteor swarm’ was fighting the Legion of Sentinels as if they were living creatures. Powerful, unassailable things formed from space rock. Incredible forces were being exchanged, resulting in thunder-like detonations that could be heard for miles. No, these were not ‘lifeless’ pieces of rock falling to earth, but something far greater than they imagined. There was power at play here.

[How long before they make landfall?]

[We estimate about 20 minutes or so, should any get through the Sentinel Defense Grid, sir.]

[Alert the cities. Ready ground based counter measures.]

[Yes, sir!]

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Shelly VanKasser
Central Park West, NYC

He’d responded out of habit, almost automatically without giving the matter much thought. Shelly had said ‘phone’ and pointed to the device which had been ringing, but somehow he’d not heard it. Colin moved over and hit ‘answer’, which was defaulted to Video Call.

An image appeared on the upper left corner of the screen which displayed the ‘Breaking News’, even as the woman spoke and the sound automatically turned down, giving her priority.

​

“Is everyone OK?” she asked, concern evident in her expression.

“Aunt Thea!” Colin exclaimed aloud, his tone a mixture of relief, surprise and urgency.

“Synthia said you were in Wakanda…. I don’t understand.”

“I’m working.” She informed simply and gave him a soft smile. “You and your friends should stay at my place for the time being….”

As if on cue, emergency alarms began to sound throughout the city. Alarm they could clearly hear. Tony stood up suddenly with a jolt and began to read from his phone.

“The City is going into lockdown. A High Level Emergency Condition has been declared and the City-wide Protective Shield will be raised within 15 minutes. All civilians are to return to their homes and find shelter.”

Tony looked over to Colin’s aunt, worry slowly forming on his usually composed face.

“It’s not just a meteor shower is it?”

Colin’s aunt shook her head, as she put on a brave face. “No, it isn’t.” She said, her lips tightening and thinning in regret.

The moment of silence that followed was thankfully broken by Aunt Thea’s statement of reassurance.

“Don’t worry. This is a secure channel. We’ll still be able to communicate, even after the lockdown.” She reassured.

“I won’t let anything happen to any of you. I Promise.”

The alarms continued to blare in the distance. Aunt Thea looked to the side as if responding to someone off-screen, before giving them a simple nod.

“Is there anything else that any of you might need?” she asked, her soft smile coming back to her face.


Tag: @Ktala

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Blueline, Casey and Zephyr
Team Argus Hideout, NYC

Team Argus was suiting up. As they did, Doc kept them continually updated with information from various sources, both official and unofficial.

Sentinels had been launched to eliminate the threat of a meteor shower in the upper atmosphere. On the ground, a State of Emergency had been declared and the city was going under lockdown. The citywide Protective Shield would go up and all civilians were ordered to go indoors and find shelter.

White Star was updating its active agents with secret routes and codes as Agent Lane endeavored to coordinate an appropriate response.

No doubt, Casey was likely worried about her Father.

Blue was worried about all the innocent people in various neighborhoods, not to mention Lourdes.

And out of the three of them Zephyr alone could feel it. He would have no words to describe it. Some ‘never encounter before’ energy or force was subtly suffusing itself into the environment, permeating all things - for as far as he could sense and likely beyond.

White Star was requesting all agents to stand-by for instructions, gauging the situation as it developed. In that moment, Doc informed them of street-level newsflash.

[I cannot yet confirm it, as I am tasked with by-passing new security protocols. There’s a pedestrian report that alleges, the Charging Bull of Wall Street has come alive and is on a rampage.]

​

Doc paused for a moment before adding:

[Would you like me to provide coordinates?]


Tag: @galactic-vagabond422, @Ameteth

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SGC and Tenzin
Wundagore Citadel

SGC, Tenzin and Lord Rakshasa emerged upon a Great Hall were many of the Knights of Wundagore were already gathered.

Sir Aslan


Sir Urson


Snow Queen​

Sir Aslan the Lion - their current leader - was flanked by Sir Urson the bear, on one side and Snow Queen, the white tigress on the other. There were many others in attendance as well, and they all regarded a gigantic screen which showed several images of events occurring on the Western Hemisphere.

An army of Sentinels appeared to be ascending up into the sky, while several cities were beginning to activate their protective shield covers. In Arizona an outbreak of Malformed was reported. It was uncertain what the official response was in that situation.

“I’m more concerned with those so called ‘meteors’…” Lord Garou pointed out with narrowing eyes, even as the trio arrived.

“Lord Rakshasa…” Snow Queen greeted with a respectful nod. “Glad you could join us.”

“Thank you for the notification. What transpires…?” The feline sorcerer inquired, returning the respectful nod.

“We’re still trying to piece it together.” Sir Aslan informed, welcoming the three with a nod. His gaze remained on SGC and Tenzin for a moment longer.

“We are also pleased that you have escaped the machinations of the corrupted Masters of the Mystic Arts. They are not to be trusted.”

“We cannot thank you enough for you aid.” Tenzin intoned with a bow of his head.

Sir Aslan simply nodded before returning his gaze to the developing events displayed on the screen.


Tag: @Mitth_Fisto

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Mara Arsenio
A different plane

Mara’s questions seemed to echo into infinity.

Who are you? Where am I?

An image slowly formed near her, revealing the speakers.

​

“Don’t be alarmed. We are….The Stepford Sisters, and this is the Astral Plane. A vast and infinite space both wonderful and terrible. You must have projected your consciousness without knowing, if you’d wandered out too far…"

​

A pause.

“We can help you find your way back.” The sister to the left offered.

“so.....what do we call you?” The middle sister added, a warm smile gracing her features.

The right sister had been eyeing the ‘thing’ before turning back. Her head tilted to the side as she regarded the girl.

“Your thoughts seem to be leaking.” She observed as she casually pointed out a blurry image attempting to resolve itself over Mara’s right shoulder.


Tag: @TheSilentInfluence

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@darthbernael (combo continues/ GM’s turn )

@Shadowsun (combo continues/ GM’s turn )

@The Jedi in the Pumas ( combo continues)

@Master Vo'Un'Var ( Pending Tag )

@TheAdmiral (Pending Tag )

@HanSolo29 (Pending Tag )

Excelsior!

Yes, ( mea culpa! ) I shall be getting to those combos asap.