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Post by Adam on May 27, 2017 22:23:19 GMT
PHOBOS - The Two Aces, Morning - Phobos looked down upon the woman for a moment as she lowered herself to him. He hated authority; he knew that well enough, but he also knew he couldn't save these people on his own. "Grab as many people as you can and get them to safety!" And with that the barman delved back into the Two Aces bar and began shuttling its patrons out of the building, evading the continually falling debris as concrete powder continues to spurt and fall from above. Strafing left and right, the man was able to hurriedly evacuate a half dozen people, who - due to the date and the nature of the bar - were mostly proud biker-types and loners, hoping his new friend would do the same. He didn't know what it was but something simply compelled him to spring into action, to save these people who were in need, something that - for once - was not supernatural.
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Post by Jaminx on May 27, 2017 22:53:20 GMT
Haley gave a grim smile watching the barman run back in to the lower floor of the bar. She took a moment to settle herself then ran in after. She opened up the second set of fire doors that had been jammed at the back of the bar letting a panicked few out. She could see the barman doing the same across the other side of the bar. It was a blessing it was Christmas meaning it wasn't too busy.
Most of the patrons were out and Haley felt it was going okay till she got to the woman who had wanted to kill the baby. Though most of the bar was only powdery with the aftershock not all of the wall attachments had stood up as well as the walls. A heavy wooden beam had given way to years of abuse from an atmosphere of wet rot and beer. It had fallen straight through the leg of the baby killer pinning her to the ground by her seat.
"Help me!" The woman coughed impaling herself further as she struggled to free herself.
"Stay still. You're making it worse." Haley coughed back. Her hands reaching to tug the woman and steady her but finding her too heavy.
"Just help me." The woman continued to struggle. Haley tried for a bit longer to twist and turn her but watched as the splintered wood did not budge an inch in freeing her.
"Bollocks." Haley muttered as she let her eyes darken and skin harden. Her claws dug into the wood not flesh as she held down the wooden bar and snapped it so only a short stake extended from the now even more panicked woman. There was muscle damage by the looks of it so Haley hefted her up into her cold arms.
As the woman began to scream about being abducted by a monster, Haley ignored her cries and hitting. She just had to get her out to safety. I t was her order and even if it hadn't been she would still be trying her best to do it. Her skin fading from blue to pink but the rips in her t-shirt from where her wings had popped through remaining.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 2, 2017 22:57:06 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
The office buzzed with excitement and life as the sound of chatter, keyboards, ringing phones, and footsteps became a monotonous tone that underlined the lavish office of Mira Winters, seated and only adding to the noise as she typed away on the computer. Multiple emails were coming through. She ignored them, she didn’t care about any additional interviews or giving her thoughts on this controversy or that. It was annoying, especially today when Claudia Kramer was going to her inquiry into the mad reign of the previous High Chancellor. She sighed, leaning back in her seat which adjusted with her, taking another glance around the office. The past few weeks hadn’t exactly been easy, since Seth adjusting to his promotion and with her having to set up Hercules only barely managing to starting to get it up and running by bleeding any donors dry. But she was proud of what she had accomplished, months of planning and they had made good headway, and with the High Council in place, Mira couldn’t wait to use them for their own gains, whenever necessary. In the meantime, stay low and stay quiet and bask in their quiet victory. She had dealt with more than enough chaos. Her pale fingers caressed the petal of the lone rose that stood tall in a glass vial on her desk, before they started to fiddle with the silver ring on her finger. “Miss Winters,” came a sudden voice, her slightly short petite personal assistant Olivia stood in the suddenly open doorway. She gave a short smile as Mira’s eyes flitted to hers. “There’s a call from a Victoria Carson.” Mira blinked as goosebumps began to slowly sprinkle upon her skin. “Victoria Carson?” questioned Mira, taking a deep breath in. Olivia’s eyes darted down to the papers in her hand. “Yes, she’s married to Jack Carson, he’s heavily involved in the amazing Syndicate project,” Olivia’s smile soon faded when she saw Mira’s frown. She nervously pushed up her glasses. “Sorry, err, just that Syndicate is planning to revitalise its previous branch in Steelglaze and Jack Carson is apparently helping manage it. I probably read too much Business Insider.” Mira nodded. “Okay, patch her through,” said Mira, a tight smile appearing on her face as Olivia simply nodded and faded back into the light of the main offices outside. Mira waited, her fingers drumming against the desk, the sound of a drums for the upcoming battle, as she waited, and waited before she picked up the phone. “Mira,” came a sharp voice. Mira paused, taking her time, it was hard to hear her voice after all this time, especially when a million questions sprung to mind. "Hello?"
“Vicky,” said Mira. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d remember me well enough for that little nickname,” came the voice, the same sharpness, it sounded as if it were the natural tone. “Here I was thinking you hated it,” replied Mira. “I do, but not like you care anyway,” exclaimed the voice. “What do you want, Victoria?” snapped Mira, standing up as she came to look out at the window, admiring the hustle and bustle of the Heartanian streets. “Oh, careful now, you don’t want to get too attached. I mean first you use my proper name, what’s next? You convince dad to bring me back into the fold?” mocked Victoria. Mira’s grip on the phone tightened as she swallowed. “I’m hanging up now,” started Mira as she walked back towards her desk. “You wouldn’t want to do that,” interrupted Victoria, Mira stopped. Fine, she thought, fine, I’ll play your little game. “I know about the High Chancellor, Mira. I know you worked for them, at least, and I’m smart enough to see through you and know you had something to do with his death and that whole business with Acchilleus. I know about your little venture, Hercules, is it? Only you would come up with a name like that, and I bet you’re glad you have a new High Council to muddle around with, with that insufferable boy you like to call a man. But speaking of him, that’s not the best part.” Victoria paused for a while, her voice growing to a low whisper. “I know about Seth and what really happened to Syndicate in Steelglaze.” Mira swallowed again as Victoria’s voice suddenly seemed to be nothing but a voice in the distance as a deeper male voice was mumbling in the background. “Oh, Jack just told me, you might want to look at the news. Anyway I was just going to go, but would you like to speak to him? I’m sure you’ve both got a lot of catching up to do.” Mira said nothing as she started quickly typing to see the latest news in the city. “Mira?” There was nothing. “Are you there?” She could hear the smug smile of her sister. “Goodbye Vicky,” Mira hung up. As she quickly read the headline: ‘EXPLOSION ROCKS HIGH COUNCIL INQUIRY: MANY INJURED’. Mira quickly clicked the live video feed underneath watching it convert to full screen as footage of the carnage currently in the city with fire and rubble everywhere as a voice quickly filled the room. “We are getting reports that there has been an explosion, most likely from the Founding Father’s statues. Though we don’t currently know any of the details, the explosion has injured many, with suspects of fatalities. Witnesses on social media have claimed that Claudia Kramer is alive and mostly uninjured although-” Mira muted it, watching the footage as she picked up her smartphone and started calling. “Hello?” “Seth, I need you," said Mira."We have a problem.”
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Post by Yabvi on Jun 6, 2017 5:03:15 GMT
She was a fool.
Monica had learned that. Everything she had worked so hard for was crumbling before her. Sure, she got rid of Broker and his little lackeys. But, what about the others? The heroes? The villains? Her specialised team? All of it was worthless. It was as if the Gods themselves had it in for her. Hah. Gods, as if bastards like those existed, and even if they did, they probably already abandoned humanity anyway. Her right-hand woman was missing, and she couldn't find her, whatever took her left no trace, nothing for even her sight to see. What a joke. Even though she was better than any human, physically and mentally, for some reason she never seemed to be able to get past superheroes, although they were only good at one thing. As if those sick, gone Gods didn't want her to be able to do diddly squat.
Enough was enough at this point, she wasn't going to get anywhere being "Chief of Police" for Heartania. It was a useless title. Strapping on the black leather gloves, a shaved head, and black combat gear. Monica had decided it was time to take fate's bullshit into her own hands, not backing down for a single fucking minute even if whatever was out there wanted to knock her down, but no matter what, she'd keep getting back up. At this point she resented the cities police as well; their gross incompetence to do the simplist of fucking tasks was annoying to her. Maybe it was cuz she was superior to all of them, the monolith in which she stood upon gave her a greater understanding of stupidity.
Bringing up a list of contacts, and potential people to beat up, Monica cracked her neck in preparation for whatever was coming next.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2017 11:27:40 GMT
Kay was lumbering out of the building supporting three evacuees. It was a relief as they handed them off to the paramedics and other medical personnel who dragged them away to a safe distance. They were about to head back in when a sharp bark of a familiar voice called their name.
"Officer Kay. Over here now." It was their good old detective friend. He was dressed in uniform today unlike most days
"I'm a little busy here Matt. I thought you were off checking the stability of a new hire in any case."
He scowled at them his older face crinkling at the edges.
"That's none of your business and it's Detective Rawlins to you. You're needed over there with Officer Smith. It looks like she's about to have to shoot someone. Deal with it."
Kay followed his pointing finger to a short officer in uniform like them and they were struggling to keep a mob of people from breaking through the barrier.
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Gemma was having a hard time as a man twice her size came at her. Her gun was out but she didn't want to use it, that would cause more panic but she couldn't let him over the barrier easier. Why in the hell hadn't they provided her with something less deadly to defend herself.
"I need to find my brother! No damn cop is stopping me finding my brother." He yelled. It was the same words rearranged over and over as other people around him tried to break through. Other officers were trying to help but she felt alone as he had broken past them bearing down on Gemma. She understood the anger and the fear. But she had to do her job.
"Sir if you don't move back behind the barrier I will have to shoot you."
He kept walking his eyes not on her but the rubble behind er. As her finger began to tug on the trigger another uniform eased past her getting between her and the giant. They were tall as tall as the threatening man but nowhere near as big.
"Get out of my way." He growled as the new uniform placed a hand on their chest. He tried to move forward and looked confused when they didn't budge. Gemma had dropped the sight of her gun to the floor just as confused.
"I'm sorry Sir but my fellow officer has asked you to step back kindly. Take her as good cop. Now me i'm bad cop."
That didn't sound right. Not the standard talk at all.
"I need to get in."
"No, you need to sit this one out."
As the giant raised his fist the uniform moved swiftly knocking him to the ground with ease as the punch glanced off their skin. They then lifted him across the barrier placing him in front of the mob on the other side. The gave each mob enthusiast a look that encouraged dispersion before turning back to Gemma.
"Who the hell are you? And where the hell did you come from?" Gemma asked aghast as they returned.
"I'm Kay and i'm new." They grinned.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 8, 2017 23:29:16 GMT
- NATASHA MCCALL -TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIA The dust was fading as the music from McCall commanded the blinding dust to lift from it's source. A clearer picture emerging as the noise and sight of the scene painted itself to not only the woman in the air, but to those who were on the ground either helpless or trying to help. Windows were shattered, the people flown around from the explosion, and the Founding Father's statue that stood as the foundation for the city, now scattered over the ground and people. The City Hall under reconstruction had taken a blow, same with the two museums, but Hallam clearly took a huge blow. Whether or not this was targeted to the crowd of reporters unlucky enough to be assigned to cover the story could only be confirmed from the source itself. Dr Cooper's broadcast made him a chief suspect, though there was a possibility that it was for show.
"Frequency! What's the situation?" called out Johnny, arriving on the scene and eager to help. There were people scattered, although the sound of a man screaming for help entered her ears and caught her attention.
"Not too sure," she replied, before pointing towards a fairly familiar face next to a screaming man. She plucked a string, removing some of the debris from the trapped man, though her efforts to keep focusing on the clearing dust had made her attempt half complete. "I'm going to keep clearing this cloud, there might be others trapped in the rubble." She looked at him. "Keep me updated and I'll do the same." She smiled, before again focusing her efforts on the cleanup.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 21, 2017 13:41:59 GMT
"Well there goes the last of all my Christmas spirit." Haley muttered to herself as she deposited the whimpering woman onto the pavement.
"Monster."
Haley snapped. She knew what she was but more than anyone she knew that the inside counted just as much maybe more than her corrupted outside. She bent close feeling the air ripple coldly against her spine stiffening her resolve.
"It takes one to know one. You want to kill a baby. Your goddamn deepest desire is infanticide. And do you want to know what this monster wants?"
The woman froze staring at her with panic and anger that even drowned out the screaming pain from the hole in her leg. It was almost a kindness to piss her off. Almost. It took a lot to bury the rant she wanted to inflict but that was the old her. Now she was nicer. Sure she still did some technically bad things but for good reasons. This was not a good reason time.
"Ah you're not worth telling." Haley sighed rising and leaving her for some other rescuer to get her to an ambulance. She could hear not too distant the high pitched desires for help and escape from other rattled buildings. It was strange they were so loud like little beacons of hope. Something amplifying them to guide her back inside.
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Gemma was red in the face with irritation as she tried to deal with the addition of Officer Kay who just wouldn't leave her alone since they had pushed back the crowd. The other officers had moved off a little bit to keep the presence more obvious but Kay just paced along with Gemma every time she tried to move away.
"Shouldn't you be off dragging people out like you were before?" She finally asked slipping in her own question amongst the constant barrage of information Kay was throwing at them about the city after Gemma unwisely mentioned they were new here.
"I was reassigned by Matt. I stay with you unless I get ordered about again. I got in trouble last time I took off on my own initiative. Its hard to unlearn being self sufficient after..."
"Matt? As in my partner Matt." Gemma interrupted knowing it was the only way to stop Kay.
For the first time Kay paused before speaking.
"I don't think that he'll be with you much longer as a partner." Each word sounded natural but Gemma could feel the gaps of things unsaid. Kay reminded them of themselves not long ago. It was easier to hide the world ending by being overwhelmingly positive or talking so much the gaps were covered up.
"What do you mean by that?"
Kay seemed to give them more of an appraising look than before.
"Matt works with new transfers to make sure we're suitable for this city. Heartania is a bit different, I know there are many Cities with supers all over the place but here... Its a place that attracts a lot of them. Armies worth of heroes and villains like the old war days. You have to be able to deal with that. Week before you showed up I was his partner. He'll be on something else next week."
"That was... Honest." Gemma managed taking her eyes off Kay's eyes. It was easier to look at the crowd. The wreckage than into those cold orbs. They were too similar to eyes she had looked too deeply into before.
"Hey i'm partnerless at the moment maybe we'll get thrown together. Could be fun."
Gemma managed to turn the snort of laughter into a dusty cough.
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Post by Adam on Jul 16, 2017 18:44:26 GMT
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Hallam Museum - Morning
His magna-skates having since being disabled, Rory staggered over the rocky terrain, carefully escorting the woman he'd retrieved from the rubble to safety. Of course he recognised her: Claudia Kramer, sister of the terrorist Broker; benefactor of nepotism and the defendant of the very trial that had been targeted by the explosives. As he lead her by the hand, the hero hadn't ruled out that the attack wasn't some ploy of hers to delay to detract from the investigation into her crimes, but right now making sure Kramer was safe took precedence, along with everyone else left vulnerable in the blast radius. As the two staggered over the police line, quickly enveloped by nearby officers and paramedics alike, Rory briefly thought of Mason. He'd understand, right?
PHOBOS The Two Aces - Morning
After much work, and with the help of his potential quarry and a few other brave folk, the barman was left confident that his place of work was safely evacuated. Though as he looked around the surrounding area, chalk filling the air like smog, he quickly began to notice the emergency services pour in. He didn't know what it was but something about the blaring sirens unsettled him. Moments later, the woman he had commanded into action before entered his sight once more. Instantly, his predatory instincts kicked in. She was a beast. She needed to be slain. His shoulders widening and his back extending, he marched up to her. But as the man faced her, he pulled himself back. Taking a deep breath, he addressed her with his eyes closed. "You did well. Now please leave here before I'm forced to gut you in front of all of these people. You seem nice." What a thing to say. But every word was truthful. He wanted to bring no harm to the woman, yet every inch of his being was screaming at him to silence her existence and return her soul to the depths of Hell. No, she had earned her freedom today.
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Near Hallam Museum - Morning In a rush, Detective Vance hurried down the street towards the site of the explosion. Behind him he lead the suspect, Ali Severells. Every part of his training told him she belonged in a cell, but he knew - with all her power - she was more good to the community of Heartania as a hero, a desperately needed healer after such a crisis had just occurred. As they ran, he turned to her. "Please don't make me regret this."
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 17, 2017 11:33:02 GMT
"I'll try. Just get me to the first responders. Most of them know me after the bridge anyway." Ali was tired. Her voice a little croaky from the tears and her top still soaked in blood with a hole in it under a hastily thrown on cardigan. She understood the need to rush, to work quickly but at the moment it took her a lot to just focus on walking quickly behind him as her leg screamed bloody murder at her. She was numb and on fire all at the same time.
It was like being back in the costumed days. No time to rest or mourn as another disaster called her from her nightmare world of those lost.
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Haley almost jumped out of the remains of her t-shirt as the bartender appeared from the haze behind her.
"Thanks I think... I'm super terrified of you right now so yeah."
She paused briefly scrambling to find the coat she had discarded on the ground. It was a bit trampled but she wasn't made out of coats. She dragged out a small card
"I get that i'm a monster and you'll probably gut me without a crowd someday but..." She swallowed her nerves throwing down the little card at his feet with her number on it. She wasn't going to get any closer. She was but a lone piranha standing in the path of a shark.
"I try to help people." The words came out as a sad whisper. Reassuring herself more than an explanation.
Her courage gave out then as she walked quickly into the dust away from him as fast as she could without transforming. It was turning out to be an even worse Christmas than she had expected.
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Post by LHudson on Jul 17, 2017 23:16:00 GMT
BGM - CLAUDIA KRAMER -TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIAOutside, the dust had vanished. Ambulance lights clear as day, peoples faces covered in dust, and the air comfortably breathable. Didn't stop Claudia from emitting a cough on the way, but the most notable event from Claudia's journey from Anomaly's arms into the comforting presence of the emergency services, was a fairly violent sneeze. Sudden, unexpected, and caused her arm to emit a notable twitch that shook her body. She looked at the scientific progress, devolving without the careful hands of it's creator. She was handed over, and turned to the man who helped her and said, "thank you." Only think she could think of as the headache continued raging.
Towel now around her neck and taken to an ambulance waiting for her. She tried to stay upright, but even with the recovery it was clear she needed looking over. Medical personal closed the doors, and the rumble of the ambulance told all.
"Great, hospital. One hell of a Christmas", she told herself, under the supervision of the nurse assigned to keep an eye on her.
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 23, 2017 18:40:14 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | District Court 25th December 2063 | Morning Things were quiet. Eerily so. Elizabeth Chase lounged on her office chair, her left hand cupped around a half-empty reindeer-decorated mug of hot chocolate; as she added the final flair of her signature to the case-report in front of her. Once her task found itself to be completed, she spun the chair round to look into the large window, losing herself in the gentle snowfall among a sleepy city. That's when she saw it. That's when it happened. Barely a minute passed and the double-doors to the District Attorney's Office swung open, and those few staff workers content to spend Christmas morning aiding their boss in mediocre admin work poured in. Before anyone could explain the situation; that a bomb had detonated in the Town Square, Elizabeth reciprocated a knowing stare to her colleagues, and they immediately began to make various phone calls. Like rats in danger, ADAs scuttled across the office, throwing their voices from one wall to the other, as they attempted to verify which of their own had been subject to the blast, as Chase herself made the relevant calls to determine what had happened in the moments resulting in the explosion. Whenever she closed her eyes, she should hear the rapturous sound of the bomb, muffled by the distance between her and it, as she saw in tandem the brutal sight of dark grey smoke rising among the white sheets of Heartania. The adrenaline of the situation began to decline as the whirring of sirens sped their way into proximity with the Courthouse, and the HPD oversaw an orderly evacuation of the building. Escorted by men and women hastily dressed in uniform, Elizabeth had time to contemplate the situation in greater detail. Her chief thoughts comprised of anger that the proceedings had been moved to the Hallam Museum (for reasons she was not aware), as well as an overarching sense of worry and dread for those injured and likely killed. At least, for all those except one. Entrusting the evacuees to the on-duty officers, Elizabeth ducked out of the scene, entering her car, and catching her breath. As she put her vehicle into gear, racing through the vacant streets, a part of her could only focus on one thing and one thing only. God I hope this bomb leaves us in peace from the Kramer family for good.GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Tower 25th December 2063 | Morning It had made the news. It was on the web. Grace watched in horror as the amateurish footage of her android doppelganger played on repeat upon the screen of her personal Tower terminal. She had spent weeks lying low, discreetly following leads on what had been dubbed 'Darklass'. As the scenes of the warehouse in flames unfurled in slow motion, it became apparent to how the hunk of metal managed to avoid her every time. The leads were colder than expected: it was in Capital City. “God!” She tightened her fists and clenched her jaw, in an attempt to hold back the tirade of anger, “I swear when I get my hands on this machine…” She turned her back from the terminal, facing the opposite end of the room where her uniform was displayed grandly in a glass case; a uniform identical to that of the impostor in the footage. The nature of the glass-panelled walls of the Tower naturally illuminated the room to the point where the scrapes and scratches of old battles were made acutely visible. Guess the suit's getting a bad rep now…Moving to the window, Grace pulled out her mobile phone. She hadn't looked at it much since she had dropped contact with Alex… with Riya. She sighed, activating her messaging program, and spent some time looking over the old exchanges with her confidant of false pretences. With a side-glance towards the still rolling footage, she snapped into action, and left a voice message to a more well termed ally, “Compound, it's Starlass. I'm guessing you've seen the news footage. Can you come to my room in the Tower? Alone, if that's alright.”
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Post by VirtueNco on Jul 28, 2017 5:51:30 GMT
SONAR | JOHNNY ANDERSON --Town Square -- A voice snapped into Sonar's scrambled mind, drawing him back to attention. A young man, clearly doing his best to help with the rescue effort, had called to Johnny from a few feet way. The blonde boy's hero instinct kicked in and he rushed to the other man's side, placing his hands on the fallen rubble. "Hold on, sir. This might feel a bit warm, but you'll be okay." Sonar closed his eyes, allowing the countless pulsing rhythms of the environment around him to resonate through him. Slowly, he began to isolate each vibration one-by-one, until he found the one he needed. He'd have given the victim a word of comfort or two, if this part didn't require so much of his concentration. He found the resonant frequency of the concrete slab, and brushing his fingers over its rough surface, gently willed it to bring each of its particles to match. The concrete became hot to the touch, then, his eyes still closed, Sonar stopped to vibrations, cracking the solid block in two, straight down the middle above the old man. "There, is that lighter?" he asked, addressing both nearby persons indirectly as he broke free of his trance and shifted his weight under one half of the slab, wincing as he budged it a few inches into the air. - COMPOUND | EDISON MILLS -- The Tower -- As Edison's communicator left his fingers after his message to his teammates, the device buzzed. A message from Starlass had just come through, flashing a green light in the interface. He pressed the button and let the audio play. "...Can you come to my room in the Tower?..." Grace had seen the video as well, it seemed. At least he wouldn't have to break the news to her. Standing up, he slid his fingers across a panel on his desk to put his display screens to sleep and tucked his communicator into his pocket. As his hand traced across his desk, a small silver key fell to the floor. Edison, not noticing the minute sound, left his small office, gently closing the windowed door behind him. The trip to the accommodation area was short from Ed's spot in the R&D section. Heroes that were staying in the Tower for prolonged periods of time, usually to be on call for crises or simply because they have nowhere else to go, could take up a room in the building's upper floors. Starlass was basically a permanent fixture in one of these rooms now, and those heroes that were part of her trusted circle always knew where top find her as a result. Brushing his keycard over the second doorway after the elevator, Edison was granted access to the nineteenth floor of the tower, and he shuffled through the sliding doorway quietly. Afew turns down corridors and he'd arrived at Grace's room. Gingerly, he knocked on the door four times (to indicate it was a friend visiting, not one of the Tower's attendants who would instinctively use the buzzer), and waited, not feeling up to calling out through the wall. - STORMCROW - KARWIN ANDARBRED -- Pacify Hills -- "The sun will crest the hill, huh? What do you think that one means?"
"I'm not sure it means anything, Percival. The verses I speak are usually nonsense."
"Of course they're not. They've gotta mean something. Here: 'When the world is frozen over with fear'. Everyone's pretty shaken up about the terrorist attack a few weeks ago, and I mean it was pretty cold that day. Perhaps the whole verse relates to the battle?"
"You have an inquisitive mind, young man. Perhaps it does. So which hill do you think I was talking about?"
"Well, there are a few hills not far the the Citadel, where the battle took place. Pacify Hills. Perhaps you should look around there?"
"It may be a good start. Tell me, Percy. Why do you think this verse is so important? Compared to all my others?"
"The runes on your armbraces. You said you can't read them?"
"No, as far as I can tell they're just carvings, albeit it beautiful ones."
"I realised what they are. My mother used to study them; they're an ancient writing, but a cohesive one. Luckily, those two are words that are simple enough that I think I understand them. The one on your left arm, well that says 'war'. Pretty ominous, though I guess that's what armour is for after all."
"And the other one, on my right?"
"That's the one that has me interested in this verse. It says 'sun'."- Pacify Hills wasn't the hardest location to find. It was a geographical feature that covered a good section of the land just outside of Heartania's outskirts, overlooking the nearby sea. Sandy dunes that spread over a solid mile of land, they decorated the coast like goosebumps on tanned skin. Not knowing the area, though, Karwin had taken precautions. His flock, led by his oldest friend, the bird Alectryon, was circling above him, keeping an eye out for danger. And a few minutes ago, they had spotted something. "Stormcrow. There are houses near us. To the West a few hundred metres." Alectryon had warned, swooping low to perch on the man's arm as it lifted to meet it.
"Who is there? Can you see?"
"Of course not. We should move closer...."
"You trailed off. What is it?"
"Men approach. Three, clad in armour."
"We are no threat to them. We should be allowed to approach."Karwin smiled at the bird, reassuring it. Alectryon simply cocked its head, unsure where its friend's optimism came from. The old man clambered over the top of another dune, and then he saw them. Just as the birds had described, there were three warriors not far from him, waving him down once they spotted him. Karwin waved back, indicating he intended to meet them. Within twenty seconds, the two parties were within speaking distance. "Ho, old man. What brings you out to this hell alone?" the warrior in the lead of the delta asked, grinning warmly while squinting to keep the sun that shone through the snow clouds out of his eyes. The heavyset man had two hand axes hanging from his waist, and a third strapped to his chest. He looked like someone Karwin would not want to cross, something the wanderer noted despite not intending to. "I am not alone," he chirped, smirking, "I have my friends". He gestured above his head at the flock of crows, still following nearby. "The birds? We thought they were waiting for you to collapse." The warrior, named Gilferd, looked up, then a thought dawned on him. "Wait...." He circled the old man, finding an angle where he could view him clearly without the sun's silhouette. As Karwin's faced followed in curiosity, Gilferd saw the truth and drew a sharp breath. "Impossible....." he muttered, studying the wanderer's features closely. Then, suddenly, he embraced Karwin in a bear hug, laughing heartily and catching the old man completely by surprise. "You old dog! Look at you! All haggard and dirty, you've let yourself go!" Karwin pushed the warrior away from him, a painful buzzing flaring up in the back of his skull. Lifting a hand to put pressure on the ache, he frowned at his assailant. "My friend, I think you have me mistaken. I'm not sure who you are..." "What a lie! You're telling me that I wouldn't know Darkin Warbander when I saw him?" Karwin's ache grew stronger, louder, as his frown softened into a look of fear. "Darkin..... who?" He felt a familiarity with the name.... was it the name he had lost? This man seemed to think so, but how could he be certain?" "You look an awful lot like Darkin Warbander. You even have his armour, with the crow feathers and everything. No, of course it's you.... how did you escape the sorceress? No, never mind, you can tell me later. You must be thirsty, out here. Come back to the camp, we'll find you some water." The large man didn't give Karwin a moment to speak, which was probably for the best since he'd only be speechless anyway. But then the man said something the made the buzzing flare up into an inferno of pain, collapsing Karwin to his knees. "Ares will want to see you, of course. We'll need to bring you in as soon as possible." If the name Darkin hadn't shook him enough, that one definitely did. The next words came out of Karwin's lips involuntarily, as if his subconscious had hijacked control of his mouth. "Ares..... my son is here?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jul 28, 2017 12:36:28 GMT
- HUNTER -
“Yeah, that helps,” nodded Luke as he started to, with still some great effort, managing to push the slabs of stone off the man but the damage seemed to had been done. He resisted gasping as his eyes widened in horror, looking down at the older man whose back had seemingly been caved in by the rubble, he was amazed that through all the snow and smoke, through all the stone and skirmish, the man was still breathing. Luke pushed off the rest of the stone that still trapped his legs, both of them bent and broken as the man managed to still draw breath and breathe a sigh of relief.
“H-How bad is it?” asked the man looking up at Luke and the other man who helped them weaken the rocks. Luke looked at the man blonde haired man nervously before looking at the older man.
“We’re going to need you to get some help,” told Luke as he quickly started to grab the man, trying not to get him to his feet and letting him lean on him as he saw multiple ambulances already starting to drift by and staff helping out others. “Thank you.” Luke nodded towards the blonde boy as he started heading towards one of the emptier ambulances that had just arrived on the scene, nurses coming out panicked.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 17, 2017 16:22:44 GMT
Kay was having fun. It was a strange thing to admit that this was the first time they had not felt like they were floating in isolation in such a long time. They could just about remember some happiness. Time spent with L had been good. Mainly good. Tainted by a feeling of withdrawing of isolation as Kay moved further into work, into a pointless revenge. Now even if it wasn't extreme they still felt something. A small glow that they stoked with a cheery attitude as they watched the crowd of forced to be patient on-lookers. So turning to Officer Smith they grinned singing off-key. "I wish it was Christmas everydayy.." Officer Smith scowled at them but it wasn't too mean a scowl. ------- THE DRAGON KING | ARES WARBANDER -- Wastelander Settlement --
"Cool idea" Finger guns.
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Post by Adam on Aug 23, 2017 0:57:29 GMT
NEWS UPDATE Five long hours since the brutal bombing of the Heartania Hallam Museum, the scene has been stabilised. Many are known to be injured but, thanks to the combined efforts of the Heartania Police Department and local heroes, there are no reported fatalities. The Museum was - of course - in the midst of the much publicised trial of Claudia Kramer, alleged accomplice to the many crimes committed by her late brother, Jonathan Kramer. We are pleased to report that Ms. Kramer is safely recuperating in hospital, and is under close observation by both the HPD and federal agents. The prime suspect is of course, Dr. Adrian Cooper, who broadcast a message across hijacked channels only moments before the attack. Police are still in search of the fugitive, but there is little to report. In other news, there have been few developments in the case of the explosion in Capital City. It is believed that the culprit is none other than exposed vigilante Grace Scott, though law enforcement are still left unsure. This has been Victoria Plum for Heartania News Network, stay tuned for further updates. ::Time Advancement:: ::Afternoon 2pm::
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