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JokerNinja
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Posted on Mon Aug 13, 2012 17:14:16
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"If we take control of several gangs, we could just unite them under a new name. Seems simpler." Ace replied.
(I got 12 total, so I'll spend those after this conversation is done.)
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If I go after the bitch, then come the f**k on.
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Muer
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Posted on Mon Aug 13, 2012 17:18:34
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"Isn't that what I just suggested?" Justice asked with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Let us carry on like this then, when I need to get into contact with you I shall take control of one of our loyal worshipers, when you need to contact me you need simply punish a wicked member of society, word shall reach me and I shall come before you as I have today."
With that said Justice flickered out of existence...
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JokerNinja
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Posted on Mon Aug 13, 2012 17:20:35
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"How do you suppose we do that, while we keep on clearing the filth?" Marksman asked Ace.
"I dunno. We could just kill a crime boss or something."
"Works for me."
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If I go after the bitch, then come the f**k on.
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volcanic_xr
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Posted on Mon Aug 13, 2012 18:51:31
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(Not posting now because I have to go to work. Just stating I never used my powers on a commercial airline, it was a very small plane heading from Alaska in which I was the only passengers while it transported me to a larger airport. I kept the flame within my hands so the pilot, focused on flying the plane, wouldn't notice. Also I have now started typing posts in word so syntax will now be in its proper form. I will also be holding onto my points, seeing as i can't do much with them.)
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Brunty
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Posted on Mon Aug 13, 2012 20:18:50
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Detective Flaherty had the DNA of his killer. However when he ran it through the system it didn’t come up. As the Government were not into the practice of cataloguing everyone’s DNA only certain people would have been flagged by the search. Unfortunately since Father Mathews had never given blood anywhere to anyone and the fact his DNA would technically have been altered by the ID event anyway he was not in the system.
At least, Flaherty reasoned, he now knew it was a relatively straight-edged guy; a catholic judging by his copious use of crosses. There’d been a lot of murders in New York the past week around the Docks including a burnt down warehouse filled witch a few charred crosses including two definitely cross bearing corpses outside the warehouse. Flaherty began questioning people living in the Docks area. Unfortunately for him Father Mathews lived on the other end of the city. Of course the Detective was getting closer now. It wouldn’t be too long now before they came face to face.
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NeoLeaf
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 00:43:43
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The city is sunny.
Small clean white clouds are dotting the wonderful blue sky that remains above our heads, the sun is radiant, the air is warm and the winds are dead or barely noticeable, thanks to the heat. The temperature is 89.6 degrees Fahrenheit in the German north coasts, one of the hottest weathers to be recorded in this piece of crap city and it makes it difficult for some people to even walk outside.
This kind of hot weather is good enough to give people strokes if you were to stay out too long, especially for the elderly and those who are weak of outdoor activities. This weather is perfect for those who originated from hot climates, people from Africa, middle east Asia, Turkey and southern European countries are coming out from their apartments and homes to enjoy the once in awhile hot weather. Leaf was one of these people walking around outside, of course there are a few Germans sprinkled here and there, either on bicycles or wearing Rollerblades. People wearing T-shirts, traditional clothing from foreign lands and or simply having their chests out bare to let the sweat seep out from the heat.
Going outside without water is impossible. Leaf had left his strange home, he has been invited by his friends to go eat in a Chinese restaurant.
The man wore blue for today. An ocean blue t-shirt with an orange decoration in the middle that resembles a surfer riding a wave, dark blue running shorts and orange blue sandals. His hair isn't nappy any more, he combed it after experiencing his 'solitude' in that cold dark lonely basement, now it is a 'high afro' and it looks good on him.
He was just cruising around the city, looking at the buildings, which now seem brighter than ever. Seeing the many tapes of people outside their apartments, little elementary children playing in the green parks and sandy play grounds. Couples walking with their dogs, young mothers walking around with their baby carriages, groups of young adults rapping to one another and elderly men chilling on benches shaded by the trees and buildings around them. This is summer!
Leaf's blood felt pumping, his heart is exited and he feels like a child wanting to run around just for the heck of it. He regrets the little freedom he has as an adult since he can't run around like a kid any more and he fights that certain urge, feeling the temperature of his heart every time he has to suppress this feeling. He hasn't left the basement for five or so days and now he feels like child being out of it.
He arrived at a bus stop with other youths near his age. They gave him a look, he gave a look right back at each of them. Then they would stop looking at him and he would stop looking at them too, until the bus would arrive. He would board the bus and do his best to ignore the awkward stares of people who come from other districts who have never seen him before in their life times. He choose the back seat, the place with the most shade and the best view of the entire bus. He sat next to the window and started his forty minute spacing out to observe the bright city.
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The man walked on a narrow street and headed towards a red double door. As he approached it he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked behind himself and saw that It was a member of the 'Blood-pact'. A man in his mid twenties wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt with the emblem-a knife in the middle of two skull halves in red- and red shorts. Leaf stopped walking and turned around to pay attention properly.
“Got something for me?” Leaf had asked, of course speaking German with his thick accent.
“A message from the bosses.” The man said, looking at the young man a bit fearfully.
“On with it.” Leaf took out a cellphone from his pocket. He moved towards the man's left side as if the two where about to watch a film or something on a handy, the man got the gist of what Leaf was doing and pulled out his own little Smart-phone. The two neared one another as Leaf looked over at his smart-phone.
“Here.” The man moved his smart-phone close enough so Leaf could see it.
The smart-phone displayed a list. The list of all the 'idealistic gangsters' in the city. Each name has also represents their location, apartment and such things. Leaf nodded, appreciating the information that was given to him. Why was he given this information? Isn't it obvious? Leaf is planning to strike another group of gangsters.
“Thanks, I'll come to you guys at 15:00 o'clock.” He shook the man's hand.
The man forced a smile and walked off ahead.
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All seven members of the 'Dark Gamers Society' have gathered on one long table. They all had ordered and now are awaiting their food. The dark coloured man sat in the chair between Fire and Silence. Fire, had one arm holding his head up and the other just hanging lazily around, as if to say that he is 'unimpressed' by this restaurant. The Spaniard is wearing a yellow t-shirt with red swirling decorations and red jeans shorts, cheap red flip flop sandals. Silence has on a grey sleeveless t-shirt on and black shorts. His hands are folded and his attention is taken by the table. Bulletproof, Fear, Golden flames and a laptop that is using a small web cam and Skype... A blip or small screen came up, it was stalker broadcasting live from his dark room. Golden flames is wearing a blue chequered shirt and light blue jeans shorts. The adolescence is folding his arms like Silence but his thick arms are touching his belly and he is paying attention towards his brother, Leaf. Fear has pretty much is wearing only red. Red sleeveless t-shirt, red track pants and red running shoes. Bulletproof had on a black t-shirt, black shorts and black sandals. Stalker is wearing a purple shirt and purple sleeping pants. Next to him is a bowl of Chinese food he had ordered not too long ago.
“How was life?' asked Fire.
“You know, Hard.” Leaf replied.
“Where do you live now anyway?” asked Golden flames.
“I wont tell you after calling me 'insane'.” Leaf eye balled his brother.
“I wouldn't rat that out either if I were you.” Fear, looked over from the menu he was holding.
“Planning your next move?” asked Bullet proof.
“Pretty much,” Leaf shrugged.
“We are going to get some more people to follow us.” He looked over at Bulletproof, away from the Menu he was reading through.
“You need to stop this.” Golden flames had his head swaying from side to side before stopping again to glare at his brother.
“You have already angered the police and you are now trying to anger the gangsters.”
“Uh, hello?” Leaf stuck his head out.
“That is the only way to control this place. I mean half the city is a piece of shit.” He threw his right arm out and then laid himself back into his wooden chair.
“You are starting a crime-”
“Crime?” Leaf looked at his overweight relative in disbelief. He looked into his chubby baby face and then toward his light brown eyes.
“I am being hunted down so that I can be dissected.” He hissed.
“That doesn't mean you have to go around alerting the police and go toward the same path of violence that the gangsters are going through.” The adolescence place an arm on the table slowly as he said that.
“Oh if you knew the position I am in, brother.” He said silently to himself. They could hear what he was saying but it sounded more like a mumble rather than words.
“I pity you.” Silence said.
“I don't need your pity.” He said, meaning to everyone on the table and not just Silence.
“I need your support.” Leaf put both hands on the table, folded up into one fist and switching his gaze upon the faces of his comrades around him.
“You have our support.” said a robotic voice from the laptop, it was Stalker.
“It's just that your brother is worried about you and wants you to stop before it is too late.” Bulletproof pointed out.
Golden flame turned away from Leaf at that moment he said that, slightly embarrassed and regretting that he said those things in front of everybody. They understood what the overweight member was saying, they can't laugh at his feelings or whatever.
“It was already too late once I even had received these powers.” Leaf sighed eyes closed and his head lowering slightly.
“The city is against me, soon or later the world is against me and then come the other super powered individuals other than me who will fight me.” He looked back up towards his brother.
“And there is nothing you can do, to stop it.”
“All right, enough,” Fear hammered his fist on the wooden table to get their attention.
“Golden flames, need not to worry.”
“Leaf here can do some incredible things.” He stretched out his arm toward Leaf and placed it back on the table.
“You guys saw what he could do on that low quality video, he had defeated armed gang bangers single handily and brought them to our control.” The Portuguese boy smiled.
“I even took a few bullets.” Leaf hesitated to say it at first, but it came out anyway.
This taken the members completely by surprise all except Fear, who could guess it had come that far. The mood had changed, then came the waitresses with the plates of Chinese food, this made the group pretty happy, Stalker started to eat his own little Chinese food in his room while the rest enjoyed the gather up.
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“They are here...” said Marcel out loud.
The room is an underground basement in one of the orange apartments of the 'Blood-pact' territory. 'Crew leaders', The 'Original Gangster's or OGs as they are called and 'Leaf' are all brought together in this one place. The room is silver coloured, a bit warmer thanks to the weather and the only thing in there other than the people themselves is a huge blackboard type thing that that has the map layout of the city tapes on there and a table where the Three leaders, Marcel, Timon and Moritz, are planning the move.
“We are going to go assault these f**kers by nightfall, where the police ain't going to move that much around.” Said Timon.
“Those with guns will take on the 'bosses' and their top members, those with knifes will f**k everything up and Leaf-” He looked over to the only person who is wearing a different colour other than red and white. Leaf wore on orange and blue clothing.
“I will stay undercover but help you guys out.” The caramel man said.
“The plan is simple. We are going to provoke a gang war and have them come out and play with us, of course, Leaf will be the one who will control them and not us.” Marcel looked back at the faces of the men as they uncomfortably looked at Leaf, leaf slowly pointed his eyes at them, as if to say 'got a problem?'.
“Do it 'quick'. We don't want them cops to get themselves shot for no reason.” Marcel knows that the cops will show up armed and ready to take them all out or try to contain the situation.
The Men departed with loud cheers. Leaf too was pleased, for he has a bigger plan for the city anyway. Once the police will get distracted by the doings of the 'Blood-pact', The rest of the gangsters can begin their campaign to steal territory for their gangs or 'streets' as they call it. Half the city will go at it and that's when Leaf will come in to stop the 'war'. That is when the city will acknowledge him as a 'hero'.
The men all started walking out from the room, Leaf amongst them as they all entered out of the apartment. Leaf could help but smile as he thought his plan through and through. The big stuff is about to happen and he is a part of it.
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It is 23:00 o'clock. The night is silent and the stars are out, the orange light from the city gets captured by the few clouds that swoop in from the darkness of the dark blue night sky. Orange light from the lamps is to be seen from the top of the apartment canopy. The Blood-pact gang members are moving out in small groups of five off into the territories of numerous smaller gang territories that rival to them in certain ways. The night is young and so are they.
Leaf too had finished working and is on his way to the neighbourhood that they are seeking.
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Idealistic gangsters have differently coloured apartments, just like how the Blood-pact have orange ones. They were heading toward a few blocks that have blue, grey, sky blue, blueish grey and silver apartments. It's a bigger neighbourhood if you were to compare it to the Blood-pact's territory of influence. Street lamps are still leaving orange light, indicating that they are still in the bad part of town.
The night life is still going on within this part of town so it would be no surprise that their would be gang members outside their apartments, smoking something funny or talking in groups. The rival gang members are all wearing their own set of cloths with different emblems, these gangs however are in some sort of 'family relationship' They all are branch gangs from other 'main' gangs that are bigger and further of the district. The emblem design is simply a blue crow standing on top on a handle of a sword. These guys look intense, but so did the 'Blood-pact' when Leaf first encountered them.
It was silent for a minute. 'Blood-pact' members are taking cover at corners of apartments, yards, roofs, alley ways, hedges and even in playgrounds. The crew leaders have all of their cellphones out and are waiting for a signal to strike from the three leaders.
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“They all called.” Moritz said facing the tall blonde leader.
“Then we better get this shit starting.” Marcel picked up his phone.
Minute's later, gunshots could be heard from afar, faint but the shots could be heard somewhat. Marcel relaxed in his chair along with the other two OGs that were beside him, they were armed just in case someone was stupid enough to come barge into the 'Blood-pact's' territory and or try to assassinate them. They waited patiently.
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A great conflict started to go between the gangsters. Shots could be heard, men fighting with knifes and their bare fists. Most of the battle takes place outside while some take place within apartment buildings. The cries of men shouting angrily at one another as they fight and curse at the same time.
Leaf was elsewhere, we was just strolling around the area of the so called 'gang war'. He had other goals in mind. Leaf's appearance had changed again, this time the man wore a black trench coat, black jeans, black leather gloves, black goggles and a black cap. Impressive look for someone who hates black.
Leaf is going to attack the neighbourhood from its weak point. The back of it where there are less gang members defending the neighbourhood. Off course he isn't going to kill them, he is going to do something else. He is going to use electricity like last time to stun them for awhile. He had practised this a bit, he had learned how to unleash weak balls of electricity to paralyse human beings not too long ago. The baseball sized ball of electricity will somehow infiltrate into an apartment or field of battle and then unleash thin strips of electricity as if it were exploding. He did it to scare off seagulls from broken apartments part time to know how it works.
Leaf walked in darkness, ignoring the gunshots and the cries of angry men and cursing. The street lamps around him turned off, the collected the amount of energy he needed to make a good sum of these paralysing stun balls. The balls are light blue and only the shape of base balls, as they move towards their designated targets, they hover up and down and slowly as if they were bubbles or something. One ball had went into an apartment, when it did it freaked the crap out a few rival gang members who were attempting to ambush the Blood-pact gang members that would infiltrate their apartments.
The ball floated lightly and then stopped, sensing the presence of electricity from a TV. It exploded into strings of electricity in an instance, the entire apartment from within was filled with thread sized electricity. It stunned any one and anything within the apartment. The rival gang members could feel their entire bodies 'flowing' with electric particles, the excitement of their heart rushing and their brain rushing the blood veins that lay around it supplying it with oxygen. The strings of electrical particles then disappear in an instance as if it had never existed. And the gang members who where in that apartment fell on the floor, stunned for awhile.
More balls floated about and got in several other apartments while others, would shock an entire battlefield and end the game right their and now. The world had settled as gang members of the Blood-pact would now piss on their enabled opponents.
Leaf had done his job. Now he will let this all fall into the hands of the Blood-pact. He took out his cellphone and dialled the number of the main leader of the Blood-pact, Marcel. He placed the phone next to his ear and mouth awaiting the voice of that tall gang leader.
“Hello?” It said.
“The jobs done. Now I need to find the leaders of these guys.”
“They aren't finished yet on their end.” Marcel replied.
“Where are they?” Leaf asked, looking around himself in the darkness.
“They are in heading for some garage, they are trying to evacuate the main leader.” Marcel said grimly.
“I'll get him...” Leaf turned his phone off.
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The man fell on his butt as he trembled in fear for the thing in front of him. Leaf, wearing black and having his identity pretty much hidden. The man walked closer toward the 'leader', seeing this guy sitting like a scared little kindergarten boy who is facing his large forceful teacher. Leaf is standing still inches away from him. They were all inside a garage, the very garage that they wanted to use to escape in their cars. Leaf caught them all and hidden himself inside one of these garages with the 'hostages.
Behind the man are several body guards and 'branch leaders' brought down. Tied up in water to be exact. Leaf took care of them, even if he got shot a few times but luck has it that he had somehow improved his endurance. The man was seriously about to piss himself when he is this close to a super powered individual like Leaf. Leaf kept them alive so that they can all witness this.
“You are wondering why am keeping you guys alive?” asked the dark man covered in black.
The older man who seemed to be in his mid thirties stammered, as he couldn't bring up his words toward the over powering young man. He choked on his spit and his eyes were wide open and starting to swell up. His back grew cold as the hairs of his neck started to stick up.
“I'll tell you since you look interesting.” Leaf smiled, his white teeth could be seen in the darkness at how happy he is to see his 'enemies' trembling in fear before him. This pleasure has him greatly.
“I own you guys. I defeated you with my gang strength and with my 'unique' powers.” Leaf had a compressed ball of water in his hand. He kept it facing towards the men who were behind the man.
“Go f**k yourself, kid-” A man in the tied up with the other branch leaders had yelled loudly, he was one of the 'elite' body guards'.
In an instance blood dripped from the man forehead seemingly coming from nowhere, but then that small drop expanded into several lines all over the man's face and then fell into bloody pieces of flesh and tissue onto the floor. The men who had been sitting next to them had pissed themselves as they a neck squirting out blood instead of a head.
“Be careful, this ball of water can slice things.” Leaf forced a smile.
“Take whatever, you want, money, women, my men but please don't kill me!” The main leader pleaded as he began to cry disgusting tears.
“What I want is you and your gang under my control.” Leaf stated. He leaned toward his right side and had one hand under his armpit of the one arm stretched out with the compressed ball of water that he calls 'water gun'.
“I'll let you live once you and your branch leaders have a deal.” Leaf looked at the man begging for mercy and the men behind him who were tied up in compressed water.
“Now come to a compromise gentlemen.” Leaf called.
The five branch leaders and the main branch leader came together, discussing things through and through with one another and the situation that they are in. They talked about why he wouldn't want to kill them, why he wanted them under his control, why he even came to them instead of other gangs, why he is in control of the 'Blood-pact' etc. They talked for awhile, maybe even half an hours. But Leaf clapped at that time to have there attention, they had to decided and the main leader came towards him with an upset face.
“We agree with your terms.” The man knelt before Leaf, his hands still tied up but he did what he had to.
“So you and your branch gangs are under my control?” Leaf asked.
“Yes.” said the main leader.
“You guys will obey me and my orders?” Leaf asked.
“Yes.” said the main leader.
“Who are you guys entirely?” Leaf asked.
“We are called the 'Blue Crows'. We are a connection of six gangs that formed one 'Family'.” said the main leader.
“Okay,” Leaf inhaled deeply.
“You are now part of my 'Family'. You all may keep your positions and territories after falling into my power of influence-” Leaf struck out his left arm towards the men behind the main leader.
The balls of water that had tied them up unleashed them and snaked through the air towards Leaf. The snaky body of water than slithered about around the man's body. Leaf returned to speech as he saw the men coming back up from the ground. The main leader too got up, touching his hand as he tried to to comfort his aching hands.
“-Your allies, are the 'Blood-pact' and the 'Dark Gamers Society'. Of course there is also me. I don't want your money, I want your loyalty towards me and companionship towards your allies. I welcome you, Blue-Crows.” Leaf took out his hands to shake hands.
The man is still upset. But he forced himself to handshake the young man, he didn't want to die just because he didn't shake some kid's hand. Leaf smiled lightly. He has more control over the city every passing day.
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( 1000 followers: 6pts (requires a large event with at least local media coverage)
the one point that I saved along with the two points you rewarded me this would equal 9 pts.)
Leaf is pretty sure he caused some impressive local gossip. 'He' has provoked a gang war and won it. There is no way that the local news station would've missed this event, To hear gunshots in the night, see all apartment windows flashing blueish white light from several apartment buildings( thanks to the stun balls 'explosion' ) and seeing the violence that these men wreak out on the streets. The police arrived too late on the scene, the old farts stink at their job apparently, it wouldn't be surprise that officers from other cities are going to replace them sooner or later. However Leaf escaped-or so he thinks- the local media in the darkness of his clothing and with the help of the temporary 'blackouts'.
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He is back home. It was time for this 'hero' to sleep. His Seagulls are keeping watch of everything near this piece of crap broken district and His powers are overwhelming towards the normal population. He had wondered what the other seven super powered individuals were doing. Were they conquering their living area as well? Were they hiding? Or haven't they discovered their powers yet? Who knows...
who the f**k knows...
only god knows...
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Mental : 2
Elemental
(7 points) Tier 3 Maxed
(15 points) Tier 2 Maxed
Animal Husbandry
(3 points) Tier 3 Maxed
Physical : 2
Healing Factor
(3 points) Tier 3 Maxed
(4 points) Tier 2
Durability
(3 points) Tier 3 Maxed
Points used : 39
Points remaining : 3
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volcanic_xr
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Buck was sitting in a diner halfway across town from his apartment. He got tired of just hanging around his own neighborhood and found this small diner while he wandered about the city looking for a place to sit down for a meal. He was wearing a long tan collared jacket the hung down to mid-thigh while he was standing. Besides the jacket he was wearing a dark red shirt and a pair of blue and some simple Nike sneakers. It wasn’t exactly the best outfit but he had never been known for his great taste in fashion.
Between his walk around the city and finally settling on this diner it was about 8:30 when Buck sat down to his omelet and glass of orange juice. He loved breakfast.
Watching the news as he picked at his omelet Buck was treated to an endless onslaught of interviews with people who supposedly come in contact with horrible individuals who had powers, the only positive screenings he saw were those of “the eagle” but they were so scripted that it was impossible to take them seriously.
Looking away from the television Buck saw a scruffy looking man lift up his “tall stack” of pancakes and spit a huge snot wad in between the bottom two pancakes. Wondering what he was doing Buck continued to watch the man from across the room.
As the man got to his last two pancakes he moved the two apart and yelled in feigned shock as he saw his snot. He began yelling at a young looking waitress that was probably just working here during college. The man started screaming at the waitress, saying that he refused to pay for the food and that he demanded compensation. Buck had had enough.
Buck was of pretty average height, right around 5’11” and he was pretty muscular from surviving on his own while in Alaska, but what made him truly intimidating was the steel that came into his voice when he was angry and Buck absolutely hated people like this man.
When Buck reached the two individuals he placed a hand on the waitresses should and told her it was going to be alright, and then he turned back to the shady looking man.
“What th..” the man managed to blurt out before Buck cut in on him.
“You disgust me!” Buck didn’t yell but stated it as a simple fact toward the man, “We both know exactly what you did and I think you should just be quiet and leave this diner and peace…before someone makes you.”
The other man stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over as he did so. He leaned in and spoke directly to Buck, “You should learn to watch your mouth old man. You aren’t Superman.” With those final words the man turned on his heel and left the restaurant without paying.
Buck was still angry and the emotions burning inside him destroyed his appetite. Buck paid for his meal and the other man’s, as well as slipping a 50 dollar bill to the unfortunate waitress. Buck tightened his jacket across his chest before leaving the diner, noticing the hooded man and now two other men standing in a nearby alley.
The wind picked up as Buck started making his way home.
A few minutes later Buck could tell that the men were following him. He acted like he didn’t notice but took a path leading him to less and less crowded streets and finally made his way into a dark alley. It was a testament to their intelligence that the men didn’t find this strange. At the corner Buck accelerated and went a few feet down the alley before turning around and putting both hands behind his back, waiting for the three men. As they rounded the corner the men stopped and looked at Buck.
The man from the diner stood in the middle, most likely the leader of this small group of ruffians. The man on the left (from Buck’s point of view) was about the same height as buck but was pencil thin, wearing a skull cap, skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with a white skull on the chest. The man on the right was shorter and a bit pudgy; he was about 5’8” and had on baggy grey sweat pants and a large purple shirt from the local community college that didn’t do so well at hiding the guy’s rolls.
The man in the center was the only one that spoke, “So, the old man DOES think he’s Superman.” The other two laughed. “Well whaddya say we show him he ain’t boys?”
With that, the three men moved forward and gave Buck his cue. In a flash he lit his lighter behind is back in his left hand and whipped his right hand around, lashing all three men in their faces with the fire. Unfortunately Buck’s elemental capabilities hadn’t grown strong enough to do much damage. So while the whip did burn them slightly it’s only noteworthy affect was that it caught the men off-guard and ruined their night vision in this dark alley, and it was Buck’s opening.
He rushed forward and threw his fist right into the middle man’s temple and then swinging his left hand into the man’s ribs. Buck turned immediately to the left and caught the thin man in the chin with an uppercut. Buck pivoted to face the last man and felt an impact in his waist and a small squishy sound…
Looking down Buck saw a small switchblade lodged in his side. He grabbed the man’s wrist and pushed, pulling the knife out of his waist. Buck and the man both watched as his skin mended itself as soon as the knife left his skin. Buck looked up at the man and smiled devilishly as the man stared back in shock. Buck grabbed the man’s head and smashed it against the bricks of the apartments forming one side of the alley.
By now the skinny man had gotten to his feet and was starting to make a run for it, about halfway down the alley. Buck used his telekinesis to grab the man’s shorts, using them to pull the man back. He tossed the man to the ground and said, “Never follow me again.”
The man only managed to stammer back, “who are you?”
“I don’t even know that anymore.” Buck replied as he took his foot off of the man and quickly left the alley.
Hopefully they weren’t the type to go to the police, or hopefully nobody would listen to them. Hopefully this wouldn’t come back to haunt him…
Buck had a lot to hope for.
(Maybe worth 1 to 2 points depending, first battle confrontation with low level thugs, use of powers. Possible news coverage of unknown individual involved in a back alley brawl.)
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BREAKING NEWS
North Central Positronics has spent billions of dollars in the past week, on the most impressive media blitz known to man. Every format from magazine, TV show, newscast & newspaper , billboards above street level, to the internet sensation has been blanketed with images and interviews with America's own superman, The Eagle. Videos of him stopping bank robberies and apprehending smaller super-powered individuals are everywhere. He posed with celebrities at an award show one minute, and is off to extinguish a raging apartment fire the next. He was quoted as saying, " Look out 'Big Apple', the Eagle will be swooping down and taking a bite out your super-criminal problem next!"
The New York area is rife with super powered people abusing their gifts and this true hero will be addressing that problem immediately. No word on whether the government is planning on using the Eagle on threats abroad yet. Newly appointed Director of the FBI quotes, "We are more concerned with getting our own affairs in order first, but with China posturing for some military action, the probability of the US using a super powered deterrent in foreign affairs isn't out of the realm of possibility. "
Chapter 4 "let sleeping dogs lyre"
Director Abel wasn't the trim, handsome 40-ish white guy that he appeared to be, he was in truth a Grey. A bit taller than his counterparts here on earth, but for the most part just the same. Grey skin, large pupil filled almond eyes, and a bulging cranium from years of flexing his telepathic muscles.
'Abe' as he was known, was different in one major way though, he was a zealot for the Collective, he lived and died by what the Collective issued as policy. Unlike other Greys that had taken up residence among these 'hairy monkeys', Abe hadn't become sympathetic to the unevovled humans plight. He firmly believed that his masters on the dark side of the moon, knew exactly what they were talking about and he aimed to enforce that policy.
So when they asked him to step in and intervene he was more than happy to tow the line. Towing the line, this time involved take over the FBI and pursuing one of the Meteorite effected 'monkeys' that had taken himself for a 'god'. The fellows name was Lyre, and although he'd faked his own death last week, Abe could still feel the psychic resonance of the man's powers lingering.
Abe spent days in his office, astral projecting himself into the ethereal realm, searching for Lyre's specific signature of energy. Until he located the 'little monkey' in an expensive apartment in Conney Island. This false god had changed his identity but not his mind and that is what gave him away. Now he used the moniker, 'Justice' but his cruel mind showed what a lie that was.
Abe teleported to just outside the house and did a bit of surveillance before he made his move. Once the man was preoccupied with some triviality, likely going to the bathroom. Abe set to work, creating a sound bubble around himself, he phased through the wall and into the kitchen. He placed a stack of recent magazines, featuring The Eagle, on the table and a mysterious manila envelope next to that. Then he set to retrieving a frying pan and some butter and eggs from the scoundrel's refrigerator. Luckily he found them, and began frying up his lunch.
He psychically froze any servants or henchmen, Lyre had inside the house, and then dropped his sound dampening bubble. Whistling happily and letting the smell of what his was cooking drift through the house. This would bring his prey to him, and hopefully in a calm enough manner to talk with the 'Monkey' before anything serious happened.
The danger was inherent though, Lyre was a powerful telepathy; possibly stronger than Abe himself, and who knew what other powers he might have manifested. Abe had his Nulifing raygun, tucked into the small of his waistband, and ready just in case. Abe could only guess what the empowered human's reaction would be to seeing a Grey, dressed neatly in a suit, standing in his kitchen frying eggs, but couldn't wait to find out.
" Good afternoon Lyre...or Justice.......Would you like some Eggs?" Would be he first line upon seeing his opponent.
(*Muer, Abe is a powerful telepathic as well, and attempt at reading his mind will be blocked. He maintains control over any lackeys you have in the house, though a psychic battle might change that, otherwise your men remain frozen in space until he leaves. You have the ability to see through his holographic disguise revealing his true form, but other than that he is a blank slate to you. )
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 18:13:53
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Lyre was answering the call of nature in his small bathroom when he heard a sudden sizzling noise, and smelled the faint aroma of eggs within his apartment. Quickly zipping up his trousers Lyre made sure the door was locked and attempted to probe out with his mind into his apartment. It took him seconds to find that there was indeed a being within his apartment, but when Lyre attempted to penetrate the being's mind as he had done so easily to everyone until now, he met a brick wall that gave no way at all.
This worried him greatly, it must mean that whoever was in the apartment had the same sort of powers as him, but there was no way he was stronger than Lyre, Lyre was a God after all! Sitting down on his toilet Lyre closed his eyes, and then opened his second pair...
Lyre flickered into existence in his kitchen area, behind the strange looking...Thing.
He was startled, at first, but quickly realized that this was most likely a being with the same powers marksmen had shown that had changed its shape into a form beyond the average human expectations, it was nothing more than a ploy to put Lyre on edge, it would not work.
"Good afternoon Lyre....Or Justice....Would you like some eggs?" The strange, tall, grey being called over it's shoulder as it focused on frying the eggs Lyre had been saving for dinner.
"No thanks, this projection doesn't require nourishment." Lyre replied calmly, then he stepped towards the being; "What business do you have with me, and why shouldn't I kill you right now for trespassing, even without my powers that an easy enough thing to get away with in this day and age after all."
Lyre was wondering if this super-being feared him, it knew who he was after all, so it must know of his powers. Hopefully the being was limited to shape transformation, as well as some rather snazzy sneaking abilities apparently. If that was the case he wouldn't be too hard to take out...
*Lyre had no men on guard duty, because he had no men. It was just him and Abe, alone in his apartment, their only company the smell of frying eggs....*
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 18:31:13
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"Nooo.....silly goose....Not your childish attempt at an astral projection, your real body....Is it hungry? You know I never had eggs until I was assigned planet-side. We didn't have them when I grew up...So when I first saw humans eating chicken embryos I was absolutely disgusted. But then I experienced them for myself...and wow....I finally saw what all the fuss was about. Now I like them in every way...Me....liking a food source that is laid out of the rectum of a bird....who would have ever thought such a thing....Fried, poached, hard & soft boiled....egg salad.... heck...even raw..." Abe started to meander and released his impatient opponent probably didn't like it, so he got to the point.
"So if your 'Godly self' is all done excreting waste from you own egg shoot, then come on down and lets us palaver.....Or you could continue to squat like a dog on that toilet, and I could use my considerable telekinetic abilities to just rip your toilet through the wall and bring the whole mess into the kitchen; which would ruin my lunch by the way." Abe said as he plopped the eggs onto a plate and sat down at the table. He pointed at the magazines and sealed envelope with his fork. "I have things to show you." He said as he slurped at his eggs.
Abe knew and could see full well that Lyre had finished his business and had zipped up his pants, but couldn't help pointing out the absurdity of the idea of a 'god' pooping.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 18:44:49
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"These eyes work fine, and I'd sooner be ripped through a wall than be within range of whatever body modification abilities you possess." Lyre's astral projection said calmly.
"Bring me through the wall, and I'll bring the house down around both of our ears. I've died once, I'm sure I can do so again." Lyre sat down at the table in his astral form, folding his hands as he leaned over and read the front of the magazine; "Oh, is this little meeting of ours going to be focused on men like the mighty 'Eagle', or do you have a real reason for being here?"
Without waiting for a reply Lyre calmly unfolded his hands and took the letter from the table. The letter seemed to rip itself open, then the letter inside the envelope slowly rose out and unfolded in front of Lyre's face so that he could read it's contents....
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(Astral projections can't interact with the physical world. But we'll assume that you Telekenetically manipulated the letter and your projection only mimicked you movements of picking the envelope up. You technically shouldn't have even showed up on a Video camera in that form either, but I let that slide. )
Abe's expressionless face, all of a sudden curled with anger. He reached out and forked the opened envelope and file inside down to the table with his utensil.
"I've asked nicely once, and I shall do so again, this one final time; COME OUT HERE NOW AND TALK OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES! For someone calling themselves a 'god' you surely cower in a bathroom like a simple little man, If I wanted to assault you , the Eagle would have flown down here and would be wearing your rear-end like a human shaped gauntlet. ....I want to talk." Abe said before unforking the file and envelope and going back to his meal. He hadn't looked at the simple projection once, instead calling off toward the bathroom where he knew the 'god' was still perched on his porcelain throne.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 19:19:14
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"You place too much confidence in your silly little 'Eagle'." Lyre's apparition flickered out of existence.
The bathroom door unlocked and Lyre strolled out. He leaned against the wall casually and looked at the grey humanoid as if he were a fly on his stool; "Talk then, so that I may return to my far more important business of disposing of my waste."
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 19:41:31
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Abe turned to regard Lyre, whom was now standing just outside the bathroom.
"Alright 'monkey'....have it your way, I will be sure to let it slip to my colleagues , how scared you were of me, as well as all of the information I amassed on you. You'd be surprised of all the helpful little tidbits, the FBI have accumulated, thank God for the Patriot Act.....I bet, just your junior high school picture all pimpled with acne would be enough to shake any belief your followers might have in you. Little Hank McCraw would make quite the splash in the press.....You see....if I wanted you destroyed...you would be just that." Abe said, finishing off his eggs and wiping his mouth and hands on the table cloth. He sorted through the pile of papers and photographs that had been in the envelope and held up McCraw's awkward prepubescent photo.
"You've had to guess that's the deal with your powers by now....Not from using them, like exercising a muscle, instead your power grows the more people believe in you....Look at this..." Abe said as he held up the magazines. "The Eagle...is now one of the most powerful beings on the planet.....Thankfully leashed we can control him. He, by the way, would turn you inside out...just so you know.... It takes the whole of the Collective's concentrated might to keep his mind pointed in the right direction. A single telepathic aggressor wouldn't even give his brain a headache, thanks to the amount of meteorite radiation he's absorbed from his little jaunt in space..... But I digress" Abe said as he removed the dirty dish from the table and placed it in the sink.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 19:45:36
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"You do indeed. If your little pet is so all powerful, then please share your reason as to why I am still quite alive." Lyre said without even blinking at the photos of him in his youth, or the mention of his real name. He didn't know what kind of powers people could have now, so he was just expecting everything.
The part about the belief equaling power interested him though, that interested him greatly...
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 19:59:31
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"I would like your help, put simply. We are of the understanding that if you and any other super powered cronies were to aid us with a task, then you'd be left alone for now.....Not here in America though....oooh no....You be left to your own vices, but not here. South America actually....Brazil more specifically. " Abe said,not returning to his seat, instead choosing to stand and lean against the counter very casually. He could see that his nonchalant attitude had unnerved Lyre and that was good. Abe didn't know if he'd be able to keep up his bold posturing for much longer, still unsure he was actually a more powerful psionic than Lyre.
"I am sure you've seen News reports about a certain South American rebel, going by the name, 'o Diabo'. He's gaining power and followers just about as fast as he can manage, and soon he'll be a world level threat, if we leave him unchecked. And so.....I offer that you and a hit squad of super-goons goes down there and sorts him out. In exchange, we'll leave you alone in South America to do your own twisted little thing, without our interference.....well...or atleast until you start causing trouble for us, then....well....you'll be dealt with."
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 20:02:42
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"Do tell why your little pet can't eliminate this little threat of yours, I'm dying to know." Was all Lyre had to say as a reply.
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" 'You don't get to ask questions, You receive orders' would ,in fact, be the very first lesson you'll learn working for us.....So...if you could make up your mind, sooner than later, I can decide on whether you get to keep on sucking air, or become a colorful stain on your surroundings....Don't fret 'little god' You'll have a week or so while I look into acquiring a few more super powered assets to help in this coup . But come one week from today, I will come calling again and You will have my answer..... Do we have an understanding?" Abe asked.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 20:15:41
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Lyre summoned all his strength, and attempted to push Abe through the wall behind him, and the wall behind that, and the one behind that. In short, if Lyre's sudden mental attack worked, he would push Abe straight through the entire apartment block they were currently located in.
Lyre didn't like people talking down to him, and he wasn't much one for authority, especially when he didn't know the actual abilities of this authority...
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Abe felt the force building against him as Lyre attempted a psionic battle. The younger, less experienced telekinetic was strong, but Abe had been doing this for decades. He neutralized the force with his own countermeasure; although it strained him to do so, he didn't let the stress show on his calm visage, instead he forced a small smile.
"Try harder, 'little pooping god' !" He insulted Lyre as the house all around them shook. Items all around them began to shake as the two powerful unseen forces clashed. The walls of the kitchen buckled and the wallpaper began to peel. All of the dishes clanked together in an almost deafening cacophony.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 20:28:50
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Rather suddenly Lyre's force on Abe weakened slightly as Lyre diverted his mental attention somewhere else, and almost instantly the still scorching hot frying pan was tossed from the ring of the cooker and towards the back of Abe's head. Lyre re-doubled his efforts, trying his best to remain as casual as he could as he tried to force the strange being through the back wall. In truth Lyre didn't actually know what he would do if he managed it, he didn't want Abe dead per-say, he just wanted a real challenge for a change...
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 20:45:20
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As soon as Lyre dropped his concentration to grab a pan, it was more than enough to let Abe's force bubble win out. With inadequate force pushing back against him, Abe overtook Lyre and slammed him to the ground. His frying pan attack adverted, it fell to the ground with a clang. The grease that did reach his neck burned but Abe didn't let his face show the pain.
The physical concussion of being slammed to the ground was more than enough to break Lyre's concentration, and now Abe had him where he wanted him. " One week, little pooping god...one week.." Abe said and then teleported away with the blink of an eye, leaving the magazines and envelopes contents on the table for Lyre to look over. With that Lyre was free to move again.
Meanwhile several blocks away Abe once again looked like the respected Director Abel, with the exception of the new blisters on the back of his neck and the grease stains on his jacket and shirt. He knew he'd been lucky, If Lyre hadn't relented and tried for the frying pan, he might've overcome Abe's own power, and then likely he'd be just another corpse. Lyre had indeed turned out to be quite powerful, and Abe knew exactly why the Collective wanted him off of American soil. Abe was sure of one thing though, when he returned in a week, he wouldn't be taking anymore chances with the Lyre. Next time he wouldn't bluff with the Eagle, he would actually be bringing the uber-powerhouse with him. If Lyre refused, they'd both have to put the mad dog down.
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Posted on Tue Aug 14, 2012 21:02:09
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Lyre levitated back to his feet and began dusting himself off. Without reading the contents or caring at all really Lyre motioned with his hand, both letter and magazine, were crumpled into a tight ball and flew across the room and into the bin.
Lyre returned to his business as usual.
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I have been summoned for what reason?
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Lyre snatched a destroyer off of the streets and gave him a message saying that he wanted to meet up with Marksmen and Ace once again. The same time deal, one hours time from now, in the base. He had some news to share with them, some rather important news...
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Unfortunately for Lyre, only Ace would appear. You see Marksman was off doing his own thing. That story, will come shortly.
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Posted on Wed Aug 15, 2012 16:06:31
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Justice popped into existence in the same room he had done so before, in full attire including his mask. If all had went according to his plan then at least one of the men should be staring him in the face, if this was the case his opening line would be; "Greetings, fellow acolyte, I bring new commandments from our one true God."
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Posted on Wed Aug 15, 2012 19:36:01
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"So soon?" Ace asked, his ind wondering where the hell Marksman was.
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Posted on Wed Aug 15, 2012 19:45:10
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"So soon." Justice replied, a reply which sounded slightly malevolent through his voice filter.
"Lyre has spoken to me, and I have listened closely. In the land of South America dwells a being, a being like us, who is a self labelled 'Reincarnation of the devil'. This being obviously opposes Lyre's holy quest, or will in the future. He must be stopped now before he becomes too powerful and Lyre is forced to intervene himself.
As such, I have been selected as his representative in South America. I leave within the week and am to remain there until our dominion is secured, whilst you and your partner are to continue your fine work within this city as we planned to do. Be wary, the government is growing more and more aware of our kind and have acquired some pets of their own. The being known as 'The Eagle' does not work alone, a power psychic walks his path with him and acts as a sort of handler for the rabid dog.
Fear not, walk always within the light of Lyre and no danger shall be too much for our combined might."
It had taken Justice, or Lyre rather, a little while to come up with a reasonable excuse to tell his new business partners for his sudden leave. This was as good as it was going to get, and frankly it wasn't a whole lie, Lyre did actually want this person dead, and he also wanted control of South America, he had just planned to take care of this America first. Plans change though, and this plan seem the better of the two for now...
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Posted on Wed Aug 15, 2012 19:49:06
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"Well as you can see, my partner isn't here. In truth I'm not 100% sure where he is, but I know that right now, he is gaining us support." Ace replied. Even though he didn't know it, he was right.
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