A sigh was heard from Tobias as he followed behind Cynthia. "You people and your being serious. I don't see why you'd want to. You need to enjoy life and enjoy taking it from others, not walk around being all 'oh my god life sucks' and 'we should fight for peace' and all that crap. Buuut I guess if it's what ol' Benjy would want, then we should probably do it. Fiiiine, I'll be serious, or at least take it more seriously" the boy stated, before ordering a coffee of his own and then taking a sip. "Alrighty, I don't think we'll be able to get anything done around here, and I can't think of many places someone would be willing to spill some more information this early. Why don't we find a place to sit down that's a little more quiet and think about our options?" Tobias suggested, his usual jesting tone completely missing from his voice. Lucas nearly cringed when Kye called him Lukey. At this rate, he would have to legally change his name if people didn't stop. "First-off, Lukey? Since when do you call me Lukey? I think I preferred your other names, I...I've developed a slight irritation to being called that" Lucas said calmly. However, a moment later he realized what a mistake that had been, nearly facepalming as he thought about it. Kye would probably only call him that more, why had he said that? Damn him and his not being professional around her. "Okay, names aside, I've been assigned to work with some scientists who focus on those with powers to ensure that they are doing what they were supposed to be doing. At least, that's what I told them. I was sent by higher ups to investigate them and discover if any of them have powers, and if they do then to find out whose side they are on. I have to find traitors, which is easy enough, and so far they seem....odd. One of them is suspiciously quiet, another seems to be co-operative but heavily investigated in his work, and the third..well, she made it painfully obvious she has telepathy. Not only that, but she's a little....hmm...how to put it....well, you two would probably get along great if people realized how insane you both were and threw you in the same cell" Lucas explained, a sly smirk on his face. He was only kidding around, of course. He knew that Kye had a unique way of thinking, and he hoped she knew he was only joking about that part. "Now, as you know I went to Reno to capture someone with powers to speed up research. It was successful, and we brought in a boy. His name is Colton, and he seems to be a telekinetic. We've ran some tests on him and we're making good progress, but currently his health isn't holding up. Should he pass away, we will have to repeat the operation and capture another person which could raise alarm should anybody see what is going on. It's proving to be a tedious task. I can manage it, I'm certain I can find a way to either clear the other two scientists or take them down for having powers, but it's going to take a while" the investigator said, yawning and leaning back in his seat slightly. "So how about you? What madness has your little group been undertaking lately?" he questioned, curious.
Glen was at a slight problem. He hadn't actually expected Karina to let him try anything that might make her laugh, she seemed to hate when he did stupid things! And if she hated it, then that wouldn't make anything better. He couldn't actually remember any time he'd seen Karina smile in the slightest, let alone laugh, maybe humour wasn't the best idea. What else could he do that would make her stop feeling so guilty? What did he do when he felt guilty or upset? He thought back to what Beuce had said just a short time before, and as he did so he hopped off of his glider and turned it back into its keyblade form. Spinning it around, he tossed it up into the air and caught it. "See this? I want you to tell me what this is to you, what it means to you, and what it's used for. 'kay go" Glen stated, setting Karina a task.
I absolutely love the idea of this, count me in. Any chance to do a little VAing, especially when it's done like this, is a chance I'll take!
"I see" was all Glen said for a moment. "I guess that makes sense then. If I knew anyone that did that to anyone else I'd hate them too, let alone if they were someone meant to love me. Wedding you off to a guy you don't know sounds pretty bad, but the whipping for refusing that is stupid as hell. Are you sure your father wasn't a heartless? Did you ever try giving him a whack with your keyblade?" Glen asked, attempting to make a bad joke. "You know there are other worlds out there, I mean you've been to see some of them, and I'd be willing to bet there are a lot more. Did you ever think about just going somewhere else? If munny is a problem I bet you could make a killing in fights. After all this is over, after the worlds are all saved, why not think about it? You've got your glider, you'll have all the friends you can ask for, and unless your father has some godlike clairvoyance crap there's no way he'll be able to find you" the boy stated. "As for Central Haven...well I don't think that place'll be back anytime soon, the heartless saw to that. You did everything you could though, I was the one that slacked off. You didn't let people down, I did. You're part of the reason they're alive, and I won't let you say any differently. You saved people that day, kept those alive that wouldn't be without you. Beuce lost an arm, but I bet he'd rather that than his life, anybody would. Besides, do you have any idea how many puns about him being 'armless' or needing a hand I've made? Everything has a bright side to it, you just need to find it in the darkness" Glen finished, satisfied with his words. "Aaaaanyway, enough with that dark topic. First step to letting people in is being happier. Happier you are, the easier it'll be to trust people I guess. It's easy, you just have to have a bit of practice. Do something that'll get a little bit of laughter. Go on, anything'll do. Oh! I've got it. You wanna see something entertaining?" the keyslinger asked, idea forming in his mind.
Glen thought about what Karina said. She spoke of him fitting in, and what he had said before. All at once, a pang of guilt hit him. Had she been thinking of that this entire time? Then again, if you had no home to return to, were told to go back anyway, and were blamed for the death of a friend...well there didn't seem to be much reason not to think about it a lot. "That's not true. You found the symbol that led us here, you went through, and we followed. We didn't follow because we had to, we did it because we wanted to. You drive me nuts sometimes with how difficult you can be, but I know I can be just as difficult, and yet I still did it because underneath the strength you have and armour you've built up around yourself is someone that's afraid. I'm not sure entirely what it is yet, but I do know that whatever it is...it's probably not something easy to deal with alone. Luckily for you, you don't have to, you just need to let people in once in a while" he said with a friendly grin. "As for what I said...well..I was wrong. I'm sorry I said it, and I'm sorry I told you to go back home. I was pretty upset about Eon and Seiza being left behind. For all I know they did get out, I know it's unlikely but if there was anyone that could survive a horde of rampaging behemoths it was that kid. Even if...even if they didn't though, it still doesn't mean I was right to say what I did. I said it was your fault, but I was wrong. In fact, I remember seeing you fighting those behemoths, you did more work than most people, if it wasn't for you there's a good chance that none of us would have made it. So, sorry for blaming you, but thank you for saving us all" Glen apologised, giving into the bullshittery that was Mickey. "Now about that fear. I'm gonna help you out with it. I don't know if you want my help, in fact you probably don't, but I'd like to try anyway. Maybe if I do that it'll help clear my mind, help me let go of the past a little easier. If you don't mind, could you tell me a little more about your father? If you don't wanna talk about it that's fine, but I'll admit i'm a little curious about what he did" the boy requested.
"You wish your father didn't exist?" Glen echoed. "Mine doesn't. Not anymore. He died defending my world from heartless, or at least that's what I was told. He died a hero, but I would have rather he lived a coward. I never really talked to my mother much, she was always busy with my brother" he stated, gazing out the window. He wondered how far they could make it if they continued. If it was the past like it seemed to be, would his father actually be alive? If it was, what could he do about it? "Maybe things are like they used to be before dad died in this timeline, but my father died a long time ago, the one here wouldn't be him. Besides, as much as I don't fit in 'round here, you guys are like a family for me anyway. You're like the super strict, bossy sister that doesn't know how to have fun, and everyone else are almost like siblings in a way." Glen said with a slight laugh. "My point is, it doesn't matter how bad things were where you came from, because everyone here's got your back. We're allies, gotta keep each other cheerful and positive right? So of course I'm following, you might be ridiculously strong but you can't take everything. You get the big guys, and i'll give you a hand when you need it" the keyblade wielder reassured.
Code Name: Shu Full Name: Shane Daniel Ware Student I.D.: Here Date of Birth: October 31st, 17 Telepathist/Telekinetic?: Telepathist Personality: Loyal, quiet, tends to look out for himself. History: Spoiler Shane Ware was raised in a life of poverty. Never knowing true happiness or any sort of privilege, his childhood was a sad one until the age of seven, where he discovered his powers. At first he came to see them as a gift, practicing them where he can and thoroughly enjoying his newfound gift. Eventually, he began using them to his advantage, playing guessing games with people for a small fee and putting the idea in their mind that was the wrong one. It wasn't much money, but it was enough to improve his family's standard of living enough that they began to be able to relax just a little. Spoiler This was not to last, however. At the age of 14, his mother was struck down with an incurable illness, Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease to be exact. Knowing no cure for it, his family could only wait and watch his mother's health deteriorate. For all Shane's powers, he could do nothing but watch and attempt to restore any memories his mother lost. A few months after his 17th birthday, Shane went to a party to celebrate his father getting a promotion, but at the party people began bullying him, jealous of the money he was making from a simple trick. They tried several times to best him, but by pure dumb luck they didn't guess correctly a single time. The bullies began to abuse him both physically and shouting horrible things at him. This continued for several minutes until his father came over to see if he was okay, but upon seeing the bullies he backed off and returned to the party, pretending he hadn't seen anything. More upset then he had ever been, Shane felt truly alone. He found himself wishing they would kill themselves, wishing they would just leave him alone and take their own lives. Completely unintentionally, he used his powers and the bullies did just that, as well as everyone else there with the exception of Shane's father. After seeing what had happened and knowing of Shane's powers, his father turned on him. Pulling out a handgun, he pointed it at his son and began screaming at him and cursing him, saying he wished he had never been born and saying specifically he was nothing but a burden, a mistake, a monster. Shane yelled out to his father and pleaded for him to listen, but the man would not. Amidst his pleading, Shane used his most powerful ability on himself, knowing if he was to survive there was no other way. He used his powers to bring out the darkest side of his personality, and then he used his Psionic Inundation to bombard his father with such powerful psychic waves the man's brain completely shut down, dying immediately. Shane left that area the only survivor, the police labelling it as a mass suicide pact and moving on, but the boy knew better. He began looking into things to help him with his power, which he now thought of as a curse, and he stumbled upon a single name after reluctantly reading the minds of several government agents. Lyle Strain. He had experience with people with powers, perhaps he could help him. Shane decided to go to mr Strain, needing help and wanting answers to four questions: Why did he have the powers when so many others could have been chosen, was there any way for him to ever become "normal" again, how deep down was his darker side, and most importantly...why had every part of him found enjoyment when he saw the people killing themselves? Level of Abilities: 4 Basic - Psychic Communication, Mind Reading, Telempathy, Telepathic Speaking Advanced - Memory Reading, Psychic Shield, Pushing, Psionic Inundation Master (rather than Ultimate): Darkside View Strengths: Is extremely good with puzzles, dogs seem to love him, is good at reading people Weaknesses: Paranoia on certain things comes easily, can be forgetful, not so good with names Role in the Academy: Not in academy Hobbies: Reading, writing, practicing his powers. Other Things Not Covered: While he is very good with using his powers, he is hesitant to use them due to a fear of not understanding why he has them fully. He has a Master Level ability instead of Ultimate seeing as how it's listed before it. Also, if his first post could be going to Lyle for help that would be awesome. I would state these things in private but Maka is unavailable currently. Side: Neutral.
"There might be only one of me, but there's only one of you, too. I could kick your ass myself with one hand tied behind my back, but I've got friends to back me up anyway. You think you're all that because of that mask Cal, but you're just the same scared, useless girl behind that, trying to hide behind an illusion of power. Abandoning your friends doesn't make you powerful, it makes you weak" Gaius declared, attempting to punch cal once more with Quick Blitz.
Kidnapped. There was that word again. As Jex said it, Christie's face paled and she began shivering a little. Not because of the cold, but because of the fear that she had learned to associated with that word. Could she go to help? What if she failed? If she failed, would another person be lost because of her? She wasn't sure if she could handle it. She had to say no, she had to apologise to Jex and move on. And yet, she couldn't. She was a mentor, a teacher, and she had to help where she could. Gulping, she began following Jex. She would help, and she wouldn't fail. Not again. Lucas looked out the window, watching people walk by. He wondered what it would be like to be just as they were. To be oblivious to everything going on in the world, to have no other worries in life other than when the next meal was. It must have been beautiful. And yet...he wouldn't give up his life for anything. Horrible things had happened to him, but they made him stronger and gave him the experience he needed to put away people that would cause those horrible things. People with powers. So long as they existed, there was no hope for anyone else. Turning his attention back to Kye, he decided to respond. "Kye, how much do you know about my current assignment?" he inquired. Tobias barely reacted to Cynthia swinging her scythe so close to his throat. He blinked once, but that was it. "You're strange, Cynth. You make it seem like you can't stand me, like I drive you nuts, then you do **** like that that you know I love. You're sending mixed messages all over the place, why can't you admit you want me and quit messin' around with your own emotions? Or maybe your head's just not functioning properly without some form of caffeine, it'd explain why you're so damn angry without your morning coffee" Tobias grumbled, following behind Cynthia. "And I do help. You find the people that have information, I get that information, then you use that information to find someone else and we rinse and repeat. It's not hard to figure out, surprised it took you this long" the boy added, insulting the girl.
Now that he was more motivated, Glen felt like he was ready to take on anything, and more importantly that he could take on anything if it meant getting the apprentices. "You know, Karina, this mouse is the most evil thing in all the worlds, forcing people to spill their guts and get all emotional and stuff, so there's no need to act tough. We saw what you were like before, you really don't need to put up walls to keep people out. And there's no hiding the fact you have no idea how to get out of here. I mean, I don't think any of us know how to get out of here, how do you expect to jump across timelines?" the keyblade wielder asked, summoning his keyblade glider and hovering next to Karina.
Rejuvenated with his new OP banner and frustration at the battle taking so damn long, Hunter took advantage of his friend Meatshield and continued attacking Frieza with his claws, now not even shocked that a move called "death beam" didn't actually kill.
The king raised an eyebrow as Scott walked in. He could be an absolute prick, he could have simply asked him to leave, told him to come back when he had been approved by the guards, but the king was not a cruel man :( . "I'm surprised you struggled with finding me if you entered the castle as easily as you say. While the castle itself is big, this throne room you are standing in lies at the end of the one hallway you can take when you enter through the front. I did this to be closer to my subjects and to avoid confusion, and I apologise for your trouble. These rumours you talk about, of this revolution...I can neither confirm nor deny them. It worries me that my people would try to end my reign after I have done so much for them" his majesty said, frowning slightly. "Young man, I do not even know your name, and yet I'm afraid I must ask something of you. Would you be against going to the towns and asking about these rumours yourself before returning to me to tell you what you discovered? Normally I would ask Sasha, but she isn't here currently..and I feel as though you are someone worthy of my trust" he pleaded. Ignoring the talking door that Alec had found, Vex focused on the next one. As Kari opened the door, Vex peered inside. Holding his axe ready and bracing himself for a fight, he was pleasantly surprised and relaxed a little bit. "Well, this makes things easier" was all he said before stepping out of the way so that people could see. "This is the reason we came here" he announced, allowing people to walk past and see that it was indeed Eldridge inside, assuming Myst is okay with this. As Gaius watched Sasha grabbing the response, it took a lot of self control for him not to start grabbing more food; he was pretty damn hungry. Once everything was accounted for, Sasha told them they could lead. Walking past Caleb, he pushed open the door and walked out of the castle with Sasha and Caleb following. "So, we gotta go to the happy mountains so we can find this guy that can help us. The king gave me a picture, so it shouldn't be too hard to find him. Just gotta get there but....well, I've never been there before. Have you been there, Sasha?" he asked, walking through the streets of Corvus. Will insert banner in future posts The man looked straight at Samuel and Oscar. While his face was incredibly calm and serious, behind it he was struggling not to chuckle. You didn't have to be a mind reader to tell that Tom's intellect was not his strong point, and Samuel had seemed to pick up on that rather well. "Thank you Tom, but I think I can manage things from here" he stated, noting that Tom nodded and walked away. "My name is Stephen Castra. I work for the king, helping him with tasks that most people struggle with. I'm reasonably good with a blade, though my talents are in mind reading. Samuel, Tom isn't particularly bright, and I doubt he knows the digits of Pi, though his words were not entirely true. I didn't tell him there was nothing to hear, I simply told him that there was nothing relevant. His thoughts seemed to revolve around beating people to a pulp and then plastering them with what he calls ***** stickers. If you'd like further proof of my talents, however, I can tell you that your brother there is thinking I'm full of **** and is trying to think of the best way to avoid me. That much is evident from the look on his face, but what is a little harder to discern is that he's trying to think of a way to tell you that he is responsible for the death of your town and the loss of your parents" he explained, proving that he was indeed a mind reader. He then turned to Oscar. "I'm sorry for revealing that bit of information, but if I am to help you then you have to be sure I am telling the truth, and that was the easiest and most optimal way to do it" he stated. Storming forward, Oscar grabbed Stephen by the throat, but the man got the better of him and pushed him back, delivering a swift kick to the stomach as he did so. "I have no quarrel with you, Oscar, but if you attack me again I will be forced to take lethal action. One crucial thing of trusting someone is not attacking them" Stephen said. No longer on the offensive, Oscar stepped down and relaxed himself as best as he was able to. The man was right, attacking him wasn't going to change anything. Though why did he have to go and tell Samuel that? Oscar had been keeping it hidden for a reason, he was going to tell Samuel when the time was right. He hadn't intended on telling him so soon.
"I'm stupid? I'm sorry, who was the one who fell off of a barely moving boat and hurt her ankle? Or how about falling for a guy that kidnapped her and is now trying to release something that will end the world as we know it?" Gaius shouted, striking Cal with his Blitz attack.
Shivering as she placed the car on the ground once more in the park across from her, Christie turned and took the hot chocolate from Jex. "Thanks" she said. The moment she accepted the hot chocolate, a wave of guilt rushed through her. Had she been taken, she doubted she would be able to have such luxuries, which meant that Colton wouldn't be able to have any, either. And if that was the case.. "Actually, I'll be fine. Thanks for the offer though Jex" Christie said, changing her mind and handing it back to the boy. What gave her the right to get things like that when she was part of the reason Colton couldn't? She'd had this inner conflict many times over the last few weeks, allowing herself to eat and drink what she needed to remain healthy, but anytime any luxury was offered to her she avoided it. "Hey, Jex, have you seen Danni around today? I need to talk to her whenever I can, it's nothing too big just something I need to do" the telekinetic explained. She wanted to take the test, of that much she was sure. Not necessarily a simulation, but whatever it took to prove that she was capable of doing what needed to be done to bring back Colton. Christie wanted the guilt to leave her body and the nightmares to stop; she hadn't had a good night's sleep since the day she had messed up. Walking into Starbucks, Lucas strolled over to the counter to order. He felt like a coffee. Nothing special, just a flat white. Although, while his tastebuds wanted just plain coffee, he felt the need to vent out his frustration. If he could do it whilst pushing someone to breaking point, all the better; it proved he was still good at his job. "Good morning. I suggest a pen and paper, you're going to need it" Lucas said. The employee he was being served by was what appeared to be about a 17 year old male. Shouldn't be too hard, he thought to himself. Lucas waited until the teen had turned their back to him, before starting the order from hell. "Okay, so I'd like a-" "One moment sir, I need the pen and paper you requested" "I'd like a grande in a vente cup double cupped half caf skinny two pump peppermint white mocha extra whip, with no chocolate shavings. Actually, I like chocolate shavings. No no, I need to watch my weight. What the hell, I've been working hard, I'll have them....wait no, I won't have them. No chocolate shavings. As well as that, I'll have an everything bagel with four packets of your freshest herb cream cheese, double toasted. Remember that; double toasted. It's very important. And don't forget the butter this time" the investigator said. The teenager had a very, very unimpressed look on their face as they wrote what they could down, before nodding and asking for a name. "Lucas. L-U-C-A-S. That's L for larry, U for-" "Sir, I know how to spell" "My apologies. With no offence intended, of course, your appearance makes you appear as though you're...well...how to put this....ah, your appearance makes you appear as though you are suited to nothing more than a trash collector" Lucas insulted, allowing a small smile as though he had just thought of the most amazing thing in the world. The teenager went to go make his ever-so-specific order. Five minutes later, the teenager came back. Lucas paid for his order and then went to sit down with it at a table. He took one bite into the bagel, and damn that kid was good; they had made it exactly as he'd ordered, but the taste wasn't the reason he had ordered it. Spitting out crumbs onto the ground as though it were absolutely disgusting, he stormed up to the counter and slammed the bagel on the counter before him. "I need to speak with the boy who made me this. Now" the investigator demanded in the most dickish of tones possible. The cashier nodded and went to get the teenager. Moments later, the teen returned with a grumpy look on his face, only making Lucas' mood lift that much more. "What is this crap? I asked for double toasted, not single toasted. I would like another one immediately, as I believe I am entitled to" he ordered. "You can't have a refund" "That's fine, I didn't ask for one. Were you even listening? I want a replacement, not my money back" "Can't have another bagel either, sorry" "Does your manager share that same opinion? Maybe I should speak with them" Lucas suggested. This kid was doing well to hold it together, to not break thus far. However, Lucas wouldn't rest until he had broken him. He felt a little bad picking on a poor kid like that, but if he didn't release the pent up aggression somehow then he may have been found out by the other scientists, and then there was a lot more trouble for him than a messed up bagel. The teen gave Lucas the death glare to end all death glares before walking off to get Lucas what he asked for. He returned moments later, giving the detective his bagel and then tapping one of the baristas on the shoulder, presumably asking to swap places. This was confirmed by the teen taking over making coffees whilst the barista began taking orders. Lucas went and sat down, taking one bite out of his bagel. That kid deserved a promotion, seriously. The first one was great, the second was breathtaking. Lucas made the decision to let him off the hook. The kid had swapped positions, that was as close to admitting defeat as Lucas wanted to push him for that moment. It was a little beyond a- LOOKAS Seriously? After my orders, after me spelling it out for him, he still screwed it up? Or did he do it on purpose? He probably thinks he's won, that no matter what happens he gets the last laugh, especially now that he isn't taking the orders. Oh, you are so screwed, kid, Lucas thought to himself. The detective glanced at the teenager, only to see that the teen was watching him very closely. In fact, Lucas was pretty sure he saw the slightest hint of a grin among the frustration. That wouldn't last long. Taking a sip, Lucas came to the conclusion that kid was a god among baristas. The Bagel was the best he'd ever had, the coffee blew it out of the water though. Kinda sucked he wouldn't get to drink much of it. Quickly, he spat out the entire mouthful of coffee all over the table and floor before standing up to protest. "WHAT THE **** IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" came the angriest, loudest scream Lucas had ever heard from a 17 year old. Lucas shrugged his shoulders. "No problem, I just want a good coffee and and a tasty bagel, apparently it's impossible" he responded in a calm voice, hiding the smirk. "I MADE THAT BAGEL TO PERFECTION, BOTH OF THEM! AND I MADE THE DAMN COFFEE EVEN BETTER DESPITE YOUR MILLION DAMN REQUESTS! WHO EVEN ORDERS HALF CAF? CAN'T DECIDE BETWEEN FULL AND DECAF? OR WHO ORDERS WHIPPED CREAM WATCHING THEIR FIGURE? WHAT HELLHOLE DID YOU CRAWL OUT OF BEFORE DECIDING YOU WANTED TO GO AND GET COFFEE?!" the teenager shouted furiously. His manager grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him away, but the teen resisted. "THIS IS HIS FAULT NOT MINE! THE CUSTOMER IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT, THIS GUY IS A ****ING LIAR!" he cried as a customer jumped the counter and assisted the manager with dragging the kicking and screaming teenager away. Sitting down once more, he continued drinking his coffee. He stopped momentarily as the door opened and he could see Kye's hat. "Careful Kye, asking for good coffee and bagels is a crime" Lucas said, a knowing smirk on his face. Welp, he'd messed up a little. He'd gone too far, but he had kind of expected that. What he hadn't expected was Jason to actually do something about it. So the man grabbing him around the neck and slamming him into a wall was not comforting in the slightest. Tobias loved the idea of self injury, loved the idea of any injury, but death...well, death wasn't really an injury anyone ever came back from. So that wasn't okay. He had to think of something and fast. "That's okay, I can make my own sandwiches. She doesn't have to do all the work. I will be a great husband!" he exclaimed, unable to resist. Why did I do that? That won't help me, he thought. this was confirmed seconds later by Jason's fist slamming into the wall beside him, cracking it a little. Yup! Bad idea! Luckily for him, two random people pulled Jason off of him and held him there. The father seemed to force himself to calm down, and Tobias cautiously strolled past him. "Man, that's one hell of an engagement present. I love you too dad" the boy said, and waited. No hands around his throat, no lack of breathing, no sound of some unseen blade being drawn, hell not even a hit to his back. Had Jason actually found a way to calm himself? Turning around, he got his answer when he saw Jason struggling with all his might against the two people, straining forward to try and get Tobias. No, he hadn't found a way. Leaving Jason, he walked over to Cynthia. Now, there was taking risks and then there was outright suicide, and at that point Tobias was seriously questioning whether it was still 'taking risks'. "Hey future wifey, we might want to let dad know he needs to take anger management classes. Don't want you to take them though, it's what keeps you sexy. Hey, do you think we can bring up the kids to have them believe Jason is the literal anti-christ? I think it could be fun" he said. Either he was really stupid, or had balls the size of steel. Probably a bit of both. No, definitely a bit of both.
Lucas was sitting in a chair in front of one of the desks at Lyle Strain's lab. The last three weeks had been dragging on forever. He'd captured Colton, had managed to find Lyle's name amongst a heap of files, had convinced Lyle to actually let them keep Colton there, and on top of that had been fulfilling the duties of both a government agent and a scientist to help make up for the lack of any real 'team' to study their lab rat. Lucas wasn't as efficient as the others by a long shot, due to not ever being trained as they had, however he learned quickly and was naturally intelligent, so he could function at least on a basic level. He wasn't particularly entertained simply watching Colton's vitals there on the screen before him though. Sighing and leaning back, he ran his fingers through his hair. Something he hadn't expected was Lyle's dislike for those with powers. He and Lucas were alike in that fact, but with Lucas having to hide it so as to not give anything away, it really built up quite quickly. He needed to get out, to take a break from things. If he kept working himself as hard as he had been, he would burn out and in a state like that he could slip up, make mistakes, and then everything was ruined. He grabbed his coat and started towards the door as he reached into his pocket. He couldn't remember seeing Kye at all the last 3 weeks. While that wasn't normally a problem, she was the only one he trusted at all, so perhaps venting to her would help. Pulling out his phone, he dialled her phone number. It rung a few times before reaching the answering machine. "Kye, it's Lucas. The weather isn't particularly nice right now, but I was wondering if you would like to get a coffee" the investigator said simply, before telling her the location he was thinking of and telling her he would be there in about a half hour, for an hour, and then hung up. The fact he was suggesting coffee was a hint that there was something he needed to talk about with her; he rarely ever requested socialization without a purpose. Noticing Isabella's look, he rolled his eyes. "It's not a date" he stated dryly. Without another word, Lucas walked out the door and began his journey to the small cafe he had told Kye about. Back in the HQ for Raven Sun, Tobias was slightly bored. He couldn't really take any more jobs while he was on his current one, and his current one wasn't particularly entertaining. Then again, nothing had been entertaining for the last few weeks. He had spent the entire time trying to find more information on the silent killer, and so far the most fun thing he'd done was call the number Cynthia had given him, which turned out to not be her number at all. Although that particular man on the other end of that call had been rather fun to watch die. He remembered getting some information from him and then finding out his name, tracking him down and ending him. That'd been fun for like...half an hour, and then back to boredom. Hopping over to the couch Cynthia was sitting on, he vaulted over it and landed on the cushion next to her. "So, Cynth, when do I get your actual number? That other one was useful and all but it wasn't any fun" the boy stated. As he looked up at Jason, who was standing behind the couch talking to Cynthia, an idea formed in his head that may very well cure his boredom. That or get him killed. Or maybe even both. But hey, what was the fun in living if you didn't risk it all once in a while. Getting up quickly, he stood up to his full height of 5"7 and looked straight at Jason. "Hey Jason....or should I call you daddy now?" he asked, looking completely serious. "I mean, Cynth did tell you, right?" Tobias said, trying his best to look genuinely worried. He then laughed and slapped Jason on the back playfully as though he had just made the best joke ever. "Don't worry pops, I'll be a great son in law!" the assassin said, almost cracking up entirely as he saw the death glare Cynthia had given him. "I mean, I'm not legally old enough to be married so it's just an engagement for the moment. I haven't asked her for marriage yet, we've just banged, like, a whole bunch of times...but I think she put on a bit of weight these last 2 weeks, so hey guess what? You're a grandfather now! Congratulations sir, Matthias Greipr will be a lovely addition to your family. I promise I'll be a great husband, as long as she knows her place and makes me sandwiches whenever I want, but hey us men gotta keep fed somehow right dad?" he asked. He knew he was stepping over a line, but hey it was all in good fun. Besides, it was hilarious...for him, anyway. Christie Yoshiro was in the rain, again. She hadn't really spoken to anyone as much over the last three weeks. If people tried to talk to her, she was her usual bright, cheery, happy self, and nothing seemed wrong at all. Personality-wise not much had changed, at least nothing people could see. Inside she had a constant burden, a constant plague of guilt. No matter how happy she was, no matter how much she laughed or smiled, there was always a small part of her that felt horrible and, to an extent, wished that she had either died that day or been taken along with Colton. But she hadn't allowed herself to be upset by it. Sure, for the first week she was emotionally unstable and not very happy whatsoever, but after that she seemed okay. She'd been using it to push herself, to drive herself to be better. She hadn't been on any jobs at all, instead spending the majority of her time outside of the academy. The girl had been training herself to be physically stronger, doing exercise every day, and had been utilizing her psychic powers to the best of her ability. She'd been lifting weights with her arms, and lifting everything else with her mind. Even now, in the rain that was pouring down on her, her concentration didn't waver. Christie wouldn't allow herself to fail again if the opportunity presented itself. She was a mentor, a teacher, and she had allowed someone under her protection to be taken, so she couldn't let herself fail once more. The car before her moved almost effortlessly a few metres to the right, moving from one parking space to another. She had repeated this motion day in and day out for the last week and a half, always on a car. Moving it across was easy for her, levitating into the air was a little trickier. Focusing her mind, she gripped the sides and lifted. The car floated just a couple of feet off the ground, before moving over to the side back over its original parking space. Christie then tried to lower it, but she lost focus and it fell to the ground with a loud crash. She hadn't intended to do that, she'd failed her own test once again. Exhausted, Christie wanted to go back, she wanted to quit, but she couldn't. To anyone watching, they would probably see the fierce determination she showed, and if they knew what had happened that day then they would probably have an indication of just how much she was hurting inside. It wasn't all that unlikely someone had followed her; when you followed the same routine every day for a few weeks, it made you very predictable. Christie wasn't sure whether she wanted to talk to someone or not. While she didn't mind the conversation, would she trust she could keep them safe if the government decided they wanted that newcomer, too? Shaking off the thought as best she could, Christie gripped the car once more and began to lift again.
"Brings power to life? And what are you going to use that power for? To go and release demons that will end everything? That's just stupid!" Gaius shouted, leaping at Calxiyn and lashing out with a punch. Gaius used Quick Blitz.
There's a google doc created with all of the stats. Unfortunately, there isn't a link to it in the OP, so you'll have to pm Cal or Al if you want to see said doc to improve your character. However, that's relatively simple. It's not very difficult XD
The moment Dane and Alisia got out of the dark corridor, Dane began pacing around. They should find the hero, and he could follow them to him if that was the case, but if they didn't then what would he do? Would he find the hero on his own? Could he find the hero on his own? No, he had to. He was over six hundred years old, and most of those years had been spent travelling from place to place. If there was anybody that could find the hero alone, it was him. Although..at the same time, if the rebellion were to get in his way, could he handle them all? He was powerful, but was he that powerful? He wasn't so sure. He needed help, he needed an ally. For once, he actually didn't mind the idea of keeping Samsara around, although she wasn't trustworthy in his opinion so she could never do it. No, he needed someone he had control over, someone he had dominion over, and someone that he could take out relatively easily should they turn on him anyway. Luckily, he had someone that fit that pretty well. Stepping over to Alisia, that all-too-familiar grin appeared on his face. "Hey Slave, have I got a proposition for you. You have to keep both me and you alive so that Xander lives, right? Cause if I die, i'm sure as hell taking him down with me. Well, if that's the case, you're going to have to learn to fight. Or at least, you're going to have to learn some magic other than that doomy thing you have. Sooooo, what do you say to me giving you a little dark magic? What's that? You say you'd love to have it? Good!" the shadow reaper said as he spotted the small cut in Alisia's back from the dagger he had used. Thrusting his hand forward, he placed it on the opening and began pouring all the excess darkness he had extracted from Juliet into Alisia's body. The process would be painful, but short, and would ultimately give her access to most of the basic levels of dark magic. Once he'd gotten more energy, he would continue strengthening her, but that was all he would do for the moment. Once it was done, he took a step back and admired his work. "Useless no longer" was all he said. Xander wasn't the only one pissed. Slamming his fist onto a table with all his strength and rage, the wooden table collapsed on itself immediately. "Sapphire damnit! We were so close, he was so close to paying for what he did" the warrior fumed. He stood up straight and took a deep breath, but it didn't calm him in the slightest. "You were right, Xander. I can't protect everyone, I can't guarantee everyone's safety, and I couldn't even keep him from killing the one dearest to me. I'm going to this treasure planet place Gwen mentioned, and I'm going to find the hero. Then once we've found the hero, I'm going to set them on Sapphire, and kill Dane myself. He's not going to just die, he's going to suffer so much he'll wish he was dead, then I'm going to torture him some more, then maybe I'll put him out of his misery. He's going to feel the sword of justice cut his throat open and cause him to leak his putrid blood all over the place" Caleb Stitem said, a grim tone to his voice as he spoke. Well, Hunter was lost. He was on an island in the middle of the ocean. Clearly he'd been sent to the Castaway world. Hell, he'd even seen Wilson, though he had gotten hungry and eaten him quite quickly. His diet was all kinds of messed up since he had been sent into that dark corridor all of five minutes ago. Actually, when was the last post...10 hours. Yeah, 10 hours ago is when it got messed up. Wait...this wasn't Castaway Island? Well ****, that made eating Wilson next to pointless. Spitting out the last bit of material onto the ground, he wrote a message in the sand. It said "I owe you 1 Wilson", seemed simple enough. Then he pulled out his map and looked at it. Apparently he was in the Incredibles world. Since when was Incredibles disney? Oh right, Disney Pixar was a thing.. Well, if he was in the Incredibles world, he had to have some kind of power. And there was only one way to find out what it was. Thrusting his arm forward, he unleashed a pure energy beam of absolute nothingness, for he didn't have that power. He then tried to fly, only to realize that wasn't going to work either. He focused his mind on trying to use his power, and immediately he felt fatter. Like he was heavier or worse for the heart. Looking down, he saw his skin was completely brown now. **** yeah, he'd gotten the power to turn black. Now nobody could catch him, and all the bikes were his. He was so happy he could eat himself. Eat himself? Holy ****, he wasn't black, he was just chocolate! He'd turned into chocolate! This was amazing, he could do so many things. He could cause obesity rates to skyrocket, he could make fat kids want to run, he could...he could...oh **** he was on an island in extreme heat. Apparently, he could melt. You'd better believe he turned that power off relatively quick. Hopefully RNGesus would bless him next post.
As Isabella warned Lucas of Colton's attempted to escape, Lucas wasted no time at all. He turned his attention away from Christie and back to Colton. "It won't be that easy" he said, taking the handcuffs off of Colton as he held his gun pointed at the boy. Still holding it there, he allowed the handcuffs to fall to the ground and then he reached over to grab the other ones, handcuffs that had specifically been designed for the capture of telekinetics. They neutralised their powers putting them on, but unfortunately did nothing to them before they were locked around the hands. He was still looking straight at Colton and watching his movements when he showed a look of confusion. Where were those handcuffs? He was sure they'd been there a moment earlier. ... He let out a sigh and out of the corner of his eye, looked down for less than half a second to see them moving around slightly. "Fucking telekinetics" Lucas said in an irritated tone. Pulling the gun back, he swung it with immense force and hit Colton across the face of it with the barrel. "Try a stunt like that again, and you'll lose your other arm. Permanently" Lucas said. Attaching the handcuffs, his attention was diverted yet again by the sound of one of the tyres popping. Isabella didn't strike him as any sort of stunt driver, and given she was a scientist he was reasonably sure she didn't do much off-road driving, so turning around he dove towards the wheel, grabbing it and doing his best to stabilize it before letting go. "You'd be surprised how much this happens. Too often if you ask me, but what can you do?" he said, before grabbing the bag of bombs Isabella had brought along with them. He chose the purple one and the rainbow one; Paralysis and Hallucinations, respectively. If they were paralysed it made it impossible for them to continue coming after them or trying to stop them, and if they were hallucinating it would make it harder for them to discern truth from reality, which in turn bought them more time to get Colton back to Vegas and the labs. He wasn't going to give Errol a warning, he'd seen how effective that was, not that he'd expected any differently. Hurling the bombs as far as he could manage, they barely made it to the two Powered individuals that had tried to stop them, exploding at their feet. Amidst the paralysing smoke he couldn't see what happened to the older man, but he did see the girl drop flat on the ground before the smoke enveloped her too. Turning his attention back to the road, he pushed Isabella out of the way and took over driving. It was a successful mission, of that he was fairly certain, and that made him pleased. However, with the amount of effort people had put into stopping them, well he was even more sure that they wouldn't let him simply vanish without putting up a fight. Now was where the true battle against those with powers began. Christie looked up as Errol arrived, watched as he tried to save Colton, and then felt only more despair as he failed. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..this is my fault. I should've been there, I should have paid closer attention, I'm a failure as a teacher and friend and..I'm sorry.." was all Christie could say. Her eyes opened wide in shock and fear as the bombs were thrown out and bounced towards her. What were they? What did they do? The moment the bombs exploded, Christie's hallucinations began. In her mind, she saw the car turn around and drive back. From the car, one person emerged. It was the man that had shot her, the man that had shot Colton. She tried to move, she tried to run, and she tried to use her telekinesis to stop the man, but she couldn't move at all; she was completely paralysed. The man walked over to her and shook his head. She couldn't hear his words very well, but she was sure he was saying something about there never being too many lab rats. The man bent down and seemed to examine her body, checking measurements and such. He scratched his head for a moment, then took out a pen and paper and began writing notes. "What are you doing? Where's Colton? What do you need him for?" Christie asked, but she got no answer, only the occasional glance as the man continued taking notes. After a minute, he kneeled down and lifted up a single strand of hair, before writing more notes. "Don't touch me!" the girl exclaimed. He stopped taking notes, putting away his pen and paper. A grin appeared on his face as he grabbed her arms. Christie began writhing around and screaming, but the man wouldn't stop. He grabbed her and pulled her back to the car before throwing her into the back, where she saw a dead Colton. Her screams intensified as the hallucinations continued, but to the outside world all she was was a screaming girl terrified of the air around her. Tobias grinned. "There isn't a woman alive that doesn't want me. And if they don't, then after just a couple of minutes they will. Even you, you're just in denial, but you'll get there eventually. They always do" the boy stated, before turning around to look for someone to prove it on. "Be back in just a minute" he said, strolling off around the library. In about ten minutes he was back with a red handprint on his face. Rubbing it as it was sore, he opened his mouth to explain what had happened. "Now that one just wasn't fair. I take back what I said before. There isn't a straight woman alive that doesn't want me. That one was a ****, lesbian, whatever you wanna call them. I tried to talk her into havin' a little fun with her girlfriend and me, and I got given this as a response" he said, tapping his cheek as he said so. "I'm gonna give it one more crack" Tobias stated, determined as ever as he walked off once more. Returning only five minutes later this time, he leaped over to the table Cynthia was at and slammed a piece of paper in front of her. "See that blonde chick over there? Her name's Summer. She probably mentioned a job or whatever, but I didn't really pay much attention to that. I found like, the book on the highest shelf and asked her to get it. She did, and had to stretch up reeeal high, then I found one down low and asked for that as well. She probably thinks i'm some lazy ass, but man the view was worth it. Point is, I got her number, so gimme yours" the assassin said, childish as ever.
Okay, thanks.
