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Posted on Tue Jul 31, 2012 23:55:32
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Lyre was in his shabby apartment, not alone for a change since he had one of these drug-bodyguards with him. The entire apartment was terrible, it's location was in an area renowned for gang violence and drug-related offences, its furnishing was cheap and well worn and there was absolutely nothing at all to show that Lyre in fact had several million dollars stored elsewhere for use whenever he wanted it, just the way he liked it.
Lyre sat on a faded grey couch, sitting forward towards a tiny tv-set that was on a free-to-view channel. He wasn't watching the TV, his attention was on the glass of scotch that floated in the air above the wobbly coffee table that lay between him and the TV. The glass revolved slowly at Lyre's command, it was a pathetic feat of his power, but it helped him concentrate if he worked out his powers.
The large mexican man that stood behind the couch was also watching the glass, but he was doing so in awe. After a moment shook his head in disbelief; "Boss, man, you've got some serious skills there! You should join the circus or some shit."
"The circus?" Lyre asked with a rough chuckle, he slowly lowered the glass to the table, not taking his eyes off of it even after it was back on the wooden surface and no longer under his control; "The circus, eh? I'm going to become a God, you ignorant fool, and you say I should join the circus?"
Sensing that he had angered his super-powered boss the lackie tried to act against some horrible fate; "No, hey-hey, I didn't mean it like that boss! I'm just sayin', your tricks there, I ain't seen anything like it before man, I guess that's cause I ain't seen a God before though, yeah?"
A little kissing ass never hurt, Lyre concluded as his minion spoke. He nodded slowly, the glass began to rise again; "Indeed...I am not the only one though...There are others, false beings that may endanger my cause in the future. You and your men need to be on the watch for these people, they are not to be trusted, do you understand? Report anything out of the ordinary to me, got that?"
"Yeah, sure thing boss, anything out of the ordinary goes to you." The man replied dutifully.
"Good...Perhaps, if they prove themselves worthy and loyal, they could become my priests and holymen, traveling throughout my world to spread my word...Yes, that could work..." Lyre liked that idea, he liked that a lot actually. He would have to get into contact with some of these beings, the dangerous ones could be taken out whilst the weaker, more likely to follow, could be taken on as lackies. These drug dealers were proving to be quite useless, and attracted far too much attention to him...He needed new men, nay, new super-humans...
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Mattatron
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Posted on Wed Aug 01, 2012 15:58:28
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Mr. Grey handed a insulated windbreaker jacket to the immense black man seated upright and unbound in the rear of his spacecraft.
"What t'hell I need this fo??" BB snarled, still not comfortable in his new role as a lackey.
"We're here...." Mr. Grey said, indicating the approaching ground below. They were now far North West Canada, the Yukon.
"Here where? I don't ski sucka.....You got me 'twisted' son....'BB' is a tropical animal...I don't do the cold, man.." BB said shaking his head.
"You'll make do.....In the pocket is a 'halo', put it on your head." Mr. Grey said as he landed the saucer in a clearing of tall trees.
"Ahh what?" BB said as he reached into the parka's oversized pocket. Inside was a gold ring roughly the size of a halo. "What's dis?.....I ain't no angel....hahahahahha...you got to be kiddin' me....hahahah"
"It's a hologram projector....It makes you appear to be someone else to others.....it will help you blend in." Mr. Grey replied as he opened the hatch and gingerly hopped out.
"Naah man....what if it gives me cancer or something...hell no!" BB said before taking notable effort to squeeze out of the small hatch.
"I already gave you a brain tumor....what are you worried about?" Mr. Grey huffed impatiently. It was then that he reactivated his own hologram. Now though he wasn't wearing his grey suit, instead a leather tunic and breeches. He wasn't nearly as short and his hair was long and brown with a light beard on his cheeks.
BB hesitantly placed the ring atop his head and immediately he was cloaked in the white man's skin. His own urban clothing now replaced similar renaissance-fair style clothing. "WHAAAT....LOOK AT THIS S**T !!! HAHAHAHA...CHECK IT OUT I'M A HONKEY!!! " BB laughed. "What's wit the threads though? I mean I know some of'em like to play dress up and dance around.... like a bunch of fairies, But some of'em got some style....How about we change of these threads man..."
"No...This is appropriate....This is how they dress, like those 'Renaissance-fairies' you so kindly mentioned...But worse...more like a cult. The Superhuman we are here to confront is influencing people to think that he is the returned son of an ancient god. He's got quite a little following and his power levels are rising at a scary rate. We have to stop it, or at least slow it down, or later we'll be dealing with the 4th Reich. You see...I told you you'd want to bash the guy's head in. " Mr. Grey said as they started jogging up the steep slope.
"What??? Cause I'm Black??? You thought I want squash this sucka cause he's some kinda RACIST?? Motha...Lovin' stupid sonava....SUCKA I AM A RACIST....WHY'MA GONNA HATE ON SOMEBODY FO SOMETHING I AGREE WIT HIM ABOUT??...HUH??? HE DON'T LIKE BLACK FOLKS...GOOD....WE DON'T LIKE HIM...FEELIN'S MUTUAL!! I don't like white folk, and I am starting not to like GREY folks NEITHER!" BB screamed.
"alright....alright settle down....We're starting to get close now" Mr. Grey said as they crested a ridge and looked down upon the makeshift village below. It appeared to be something straight out of a fairy tale, thatch roofed huts and all. Hundreds of people milled about on the cobblestone streets below, all dressed in similar matching garb. Men standing around with swords and axes some with machine guns as well. It had been a small fishing village at one time, but now it was transformed in to something out of a medieval movie. These Viking wannabes had commandeered the fishing boats and were now acting as pirates, raiding cargo ships like in the times of yore.
The small burgs most notable feature was the immense singular tree that sprouted, inexplicably through the middle of town. It was much larger than any of the pines that surround the town, and appeared to almost shimmer mystically.
"What are they sissies?" BB asked quizzically, pointing out the fact that all the brides leading into the village were painted in rainbow themes.
"No...most of it is a massive illusion created by someone with impressive Telepathy abilities...It's a homage to the ancient Norse myth of 'Bifröst'....The rainbow bridge that connect there reality to ours." Mr. Grey explained. "There...the large mead hall at the base of the tree, they'd call Yggdrasil, That's where he'll be... if we can down there without being detected, I can created a psionic bubble around the place and give us time to have our little chat with the person in question."
********* WE INTERRUPT THIS NARRATIVE IN ORDER TO BRING YOU A BREAKING NEWS STORY!!**********
World news coverage of this tragedy takes over all television channels and fills the internet with coverage. It appears that the US space shuttle and the Chinese space shuttle have collided while both were trying to reenter the atmosphere. Experts can not say for sure what went wrong, but analysts say that the Chinese's advanced and yet untested technology malfunctioned and threw it off course resulting in both vessels being severly damaged and hurdling back to earth unchecked.
Communications have ceased and we have no idea if either of the vessels have dead or injured aboard. Experts say that the wreckage will be coming into sight soon....wait....yes wait....I think we are getting acknowledgement from our field team that.....YES...We have conformation....we now have footage being live-streamed from the impending crash area.
The footage is blurry at first, but as the camera comes into focus of the blue skies over Australia, a fire ball is streaking toward the Earth. The shape is strange at first, but only seconds later it become obvious that it is both of the ships, stuck together and out of control. "ooooh my god...' the field reporter says in disbelief. The anchorman back in the studio can only urge viewers to remove their children from the sight of the tragedy about to occur.
It's just then that the camera catches the side of the American half of the fused ships, explode outward. A Large piece of the ship breaks away and the audience gasps again. Finally the zoom on the camera is adequate enough to focus more closely as the ships start to tear themselves apart. A tiny figure can be seen poking his head out of the fresh hole, again the reporter gasps. A man flies out of the crashing ships and then below the falling wreckage. Like something out of a comic book, the flying astronaut gets under the ships and starts to slow there decent.
Instead of crashing in a spectacular exploding crater of carnage, the two fused ships come softly to the ground, controlled by the a single man, wearing a burned up space suit. The Reporters race toward the 'crash site' in vehicles just in time to catch close up shots of the 'superman astronaut' . It's the American Captain Jack Samuels and he is helping both of the wounded crews from out of the wreckage when the reporters arrive.
The reporters swarm toward the flying man with a cacophony of questions, but just then the broadcast is interrupted, by the emergency frequency signal.
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Posted on Thu Aug 02, 2012 18:08:49
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Lyre had his entire organisation gathered into a single large warehouse, which he happened to inherit ownership of after the last boss met his unfortunate demise. To his 'employees' understanding they were all finally going to meet the new boss face to face, and would be informed about a new game plan for the immediate future.
When the small force of men was gathered inside the huge main area, they assembled in front of what appeared to be a large projector against one of the far walls. The criminals were searched before they entered the room to make sure they had no weaponry, and yet six armed guards stood at the borders of the group, herding them into a semi-structured group. The men wore dark suits, and carried small submachine guns, standard issue for this line of work; small, concealable, and reliable. The other, unarmed, criminals took little notice of these armed guards, instead focusing on the projector, which began to flicker to life.
When the projector finally came on fully, the projection confused most of the criminals because of it's seemingly random nature, but even those that were confused understood the message that was there to be seen. In big, bold, fancy text on a plain white background was the text "Lyre sees all." The men had obviously heard about their previous boss's death, and of the message that was cut into his body, and as such knew something was amiss here.
However, before even the wittiest of the bunch could work out what was about to happen, the six armed guards began firing into the crowd of criminals indiscriminately. The criminals screamed and the mass began to writhe outwards, looking for anyway to escape, but any man that got too close to the guards was tossed back by an invisible force to the centre of the group. It was not long until the last of the group was dead, at which point one of the six guards turned on his fellows and shot the five of them with his firearm, which he then dropped to the floor.
Without pause the man suddenly began rising off the floor, his hands clawing at his throat as he began to choke violently, his airway being constricted by some invisible noose. He choked, and clawed, and kicked the air for all of thirty seconds before he went floppy, at which point he fell to the floor.
The large strip lights in the warehouse flipped off by themselves shrouding the building in utter darkness, and a moment later the series of cameras set up inside the room stopped filming....
The next day later several copies of this horrific scene were sent to the local media, from several different angles. What the media would see is a mass execution of a drug ring, and once again they would see the name Lyre, and his message. Whether they would show the tape or not was irrelevant to Lyre's plans, at any rate they would report about the message they were sent, and that was all he needed. For now.
Lyre is watching, and he doesn't miss a thing...
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NeoLeaf
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Posted on Fri Aug 03, 2012 01:11:37
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(part One)
A rainy morning. Leaf woke up to the sounds of the heavy rain drops, splatting against his window, hearing the constant splash sounds from millions of droplets outside his window. Leaf looked drowsily at his window, seeing the water streams snake all over the clear flat surface of the glass window and telling himself that today is a rainy day. He rose up from his warm spot, denying his comfort and spaced out for awhile. Time to get he constantly told himself.
His nerves surged throughout his body, establishing connections with each arm, leg and muscle. It was something of a painfully slow process, Leaf wanted to hurry up, but his nerves aren't letting him go until they have fully establish their connection throughout the body. A few minutes or so, the man walked out of his bed heading towards his bathroom to get ready for the day. In the meantime his Seagull messengers were awoken by this man's heavy foot steps. They watched as they saw the caramel coloured man walk sluggishly out of his room and towards the bathroom.
°The morning must be hellish for humans.° said the male seagull having a little bit of pity in his voice.
°Humans aren't like us,° said the female seagull towards the male.
°Unlike us, they have the time to experience these sort of things in their long lifespans.°
°Looks pathetic.° the male said.
°It's better not to insult him, after all, he can feed us and the flock more easily than we can ourselves.° the female seemed to shrug and warn the male seagull.
°Agreeable.° the male seagull agreed.
The seagulls now waited for Leaf to come out of the bathroom and feed them bread.
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Leaf sat in front of his desk and notebook, with a blue ball point pen in his right hand and spinning it about. He remembered what the seagull spies have told him. He wrote it down, doing his best to remember what he had been told by those greed yet useful birds.
1. The area where these assassins originated from is part of the bad half of the city, the residential area, a few rows of orange apartments and a playground in front of the apartments.
2. The gangster group, faction is called the 'Blood-pact'.
3. They seemingly have three leaders.
4. The gang numbers are estimated to be somewhere a little above two hundred.
5. They all come out at 17:00.
6. The area where they originate from isn't too far from his route.
He listed these things in his notebook. Now it's time to think about these facts.
He has enough information to attack them.
But should he do it today?
Maybe, because these guys seem to attack him every time he comes back from work.
What is more troubling is the fact that he had just received these powers for only a few days and that he is going to use it on a few hundreds of people in a violent manner. If he is going to kill them is his choice but he really doesn't want to kill them, it hurts his 'humanity' or his own standing in mind. It makes sense to not kill someone. But these guys are then again, part of the 'system' of 'gang violence', you could only assume that to them, they don't really give a damn about other's lives or their own.
Leaf sat silently on his seat for several minutes.
How should he even 'conquer' this city? Through 'gang warfare'? Through connections? This was all a little too much thinking for the man. He is actually thinking big rather than thinking small plots and typical moves. He needs to form his own group of supporters, that's that. Birds alone can't make up all of his supporters. The ballpoint pen fell out of his hand as he began to think locations of where his friends are.
It's morning so it would be kind of odd for him to interrupt everyone's breakfast. His computer is still ruined and he doesn't own a phone at all, his only way to communicate is by going up front a door. The man got up from his desk and began to dress up for today.
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The rain drummed against his dark dark almost black green raincoat feeling pretty much every motion that these small water droplets make after they splash against Leaf. Leaf stood in front of a grey apartment, already having rang the doorbell and is awaiting a reply from the speaker. A static sound could be heard from the box shaped appliance and he heard the words of his friend.
“Hello?” it said, ending with a loud static crack.
“What up.” Leaf replied towards the box.
“Leaf?” the box said.
Then came a beeping sound, Leaf used this chance to open the door and got inside the cold apartment escaping from the wet rainy outdoors. He walked or climbed up the long flights of stairs, sadly for him, he has to head up towards the last floor to meet up his friend. When he arrived his legs were sore and his muscles were mildly aching. The door was open and his friends walked in front of the door to see Leaf.
He is a boy starting his first years through puberty. Short wavy snicker brown hair spiralling around his head, light brown eyes and a lot of pink red little 'zits' as their called. His chin is growing a few beard hairs, while his moustache seems none existent and his features are rather considered 'ugly'. He wore no shirt, revealing his unshaven armpits and his 'pubic hair' line that is reaching all the way up to his belly button. Leaf is glad that he is wearing his pants, otherwise he would have the image stuck on his head when he were wearing underwear.
“Why did you come?” he asked.
“My computer is busted.” Leaf replied bluntly.
“How?” He asked the man dressed in green.
“For that we need privacy.” Leaf nodded his head forward.
“Well, I can't let you stand out here, wetting the place.” The boy cracked a smile.
Leaf smiled at his joke and appreciated the guest friendship.
Leaf sat on a wooden chair in the boy's room. The room is lacking furniture. The only things it has is two beds, a small night stand and a skinny closet with only one door. The floor is wooden, but dirty with the crumbs of several sandwiches and it is uncomfortable to walk in knowing that you'll get crumbs in your socks. The boy didn't need any furniture any way, he just sits in his bed with a laptop resting over his crotch area and having a mouse beside him.
This time the boy sat without the laptop and looked at Leaf. He knows there is a different atmosphere around him and he wants to find out why. Leaf wore on black jeans and a dark green T-shirt with a few black tree branch decorations all over his shirt. The boy was ready to hear his adult friend all out.
“I have super powers.” Leaf said at last.
“What kind?” he raised his eyebrow, not buying it.
“Well to be honest, I find new powers every now and then. My first bundle of powers are Elemental and talking to animals.” Leaf hesitated to mention his newest power.
“I also heal faster.”
“Sounds, like some bluffing, bro.” said the boy, giving him the doubtful face.
“Give me a glass of water.” Leaf insisted.
“I already got one on the night stand.” He pointed his thumb at the general location of the night stand. It was littered with paper clutter but it had a glass of water.
Leaf pointed his finger towards the glass and summoned the water to pretty much rise up. Following the finger gesture, the transparent liquid had snaked its way through the air towards the man's fingers. The boy watched at the water particles in surprise. The water particles suddenly split into several small gleaming water droplets, levitating and slowly orbiting Leaf's hand.
“Believe me now?” asked the caramel coloured young man.
“yeah.” the boy rubbed his small beard.
“But what is it going to prove?” asked the boy.
“What do you mean prove?” Leaf asked cautiously.
“Ahem...”, the boy handed him a paper.
“It seems that the there are a few powerful world corporations looking for super powered individuals.”
Leaf held the paper tightly within his hand as he read the name in big bold letters. Uropa Dove Corporation. It's a recent powerful company that had arrive along side with the MLCSP China Super Power and the North Central Positronics. It has offices and locations around the European plains.
“This sounds interesting,” Leaf admitted.
“It looks like they can pay to have people like me.”
“But seriously, what can you possibly do with your powers?” the boy threw himself on his bed.
“I don't know really.” Leaf sank into his chair more.
“As far as I can tell, I am good for natural disasters, both good in causing them and in stopping them.” He made a pouting face.
“And you are like that doctor that Eddy Murphy played in some film.” the boy could help but grin.
“Oh, you mean doctor Dolittle?” Leaf asked, cracking a smile.
“If you mean the black man that could talk to animals, then yeah!” he said loudly.
“I ain't no doctor though,” He sat back into his chair straight.
“Plus the only animals I can talk to are, ugh, Seagulls.”
At that moment both of them heard a sick splat sound coming from the window. Leaf turned quickly to see what it was, the boy too was wondering what it was, having ruined chill out conversation with Leaf and all. The boy rose up from his bed and saw what was the cause of the noise.
“Seagulls, huh?” He batted his eyes towards Leaf.
One seagull land softly by the counter and was looking downward to what had happened to the other seagull. The seagull that had crash landed at the face of the window. The boy laughed loudly.
Leaf placed a palm over his face.
“I forgot that they have to be with me at all times.”
Leaf opened the window and let the two wet birds inside.
“Sorry, I forgot about the two of you.” Leaf took a towel from the small closet.
°All is well when you give us some food.° said the male. He was the one who had crash landed.
“Fine,” Leaf looked towards the boy.
“Fear, got bread for them?” asked Leaf.
The boy, known as Fear looked towards his friend and then back at his non human companions. He rose up from his bed and began walking towards the door. He came back with two slices of bread and threw it at them.
“That's kinda mean how you are treating their food.” Leaf grinned. Remembering that he is no better.
“I just hope they don't shit on my floor.” Fear replied.
Both of them laughed. But they had to get back on topic.
“I don't think I'll be joining a corporation any time soon.” Leaf said.
“They pay good money, man! You can get the best computer with this much money man! Then we can play some awesome games together!” Fear yelled out.
“Fear,” Leaf smiled lightly.
“I want to control this city.”
“Control the city?” asked Fear.
“To make it a better place at least.” Leaf shrugged.
“By 'better place' you mean a place more suited for 'us', right?” He turned his heads toward the green clothed dark man.
“I hate gang violence,” Leaf paused.
“But, respect has to be earned, just like money.”
Fear blinked once at the man. He pulled himself up to face him more correctly instead of lying there like a lazy lion. He wanted to see if his friend was serious or not. The two looked into each other's brown eyes deeply, the truth can only be foretold through long stares at the eye. Leaf was telling the truth.
“Why are you here?” Fear asked.
“I am here with you to help get our 'group' established.” the man replied looking at his Seagulls.
“You are going to make it into the real thing?” Fear asked.
“Look man, I already control over a hundred seagulls to spy the city for me.” He stood up from the wooden chair and kept his watch over the boy's eyes.
“It sounds crazy.” Fear said in a deep whiskery voice.
“To make a group that has less than ten people and hundreds of birds?” Leaf raised eyebrows an is sticking out his head forward.
“Indeed.”
“It sounds crazy,” He repeated.
“But I like the idea.” Fear smiled from ear to ear.
“Go tell the others.” Leaf smiled as well.
“One step ahead of you.” the boy pulled out his laptop from under his bed.
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The Blood-pact leaders were concerned.
Their three sent out assassins have not returned. No rather like they had never existed at all except in their memories. The Blood-pact have all gathered outside, it's raining lightly so the crew don't give a damn if they stand outside in the cold. Of course there are many of them in the apartments, not having the guts to go out standing in the rain to talk casually with other gang members or 'homies'.
The tall blonde leader is called Marcel. At the moment he is in his own apartment room, sitting around expensive furniture. He is sitting against a wonderful red leather sofa surrounded by three 'bitches' as they like to call them, in front of him is a 70 inched plasma screen TV, his legs are resting on a small black marble table and his room is pretty much painted red and having The Blood-pact spray painted emblem all over the walls. This was his private room that no one can enter unless invited. Three women rubbing against that tall man and his bare muscular torso with their topless selves, while he is watching the Fuss ball and enjoying perfumes around him. He looks like a German pimp. Or hell he is like a stereotyped German.
His phone rang. He changed his position by getting his legs of the small table and grabbing the Smart-phone that lays on the table. He pushed the button and waited to hear whoever was disturbing his moment of peace.
“Boss, something isn't right here.”
“What's not right?” He asked.
“The first assassination attempt failed because the man you sent had been electrocuted, right?” said the voice.
“Yeah, so he had an accident with a stun gun.” the man shrugged.
“But now three men missing?” asked the voice suspiciously.
Marcel didn't say anything. He noticed that it was strange. All they were doing was going to kill a 'black' guy who has that positive ' I-am-different' way of attitude. Did that guy have a stun gun? The only answer to that question was to go visit and see the gang member that lays in the hospital.
“That does sound f**ked up.” Marcel admitted.
“You think that he is something of a killer?” asked the voice in the phone.
“We have seen him everywhere in this city, so far by the looks of it he seems to be doing his own thing, not showing any killing intent and keeping himself clear from people like 'us'.” said Marcel, he grabbed a bottle of beer.
“Look at the guy that is in the hospital right now, he might know something.” said the voice.
“I might consider it.” Marcel pushed a button and his Smart-Phone was off.
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NeoLeaf
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Posted on Fri Aug 03, 2012 01:14:09
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(Part Two)
The tall gang leader of the Blood-pact stood in front of the man that was sent out to kill the young man. He just watched and waited for his 'homie' to wake up any time now, he has information about what had happened that night he failed to kill the boy. He then sat in a chair close to him, facing the large man and his white bed.
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Leaf came right after the boss had left the neighbourhood.
The people all came to look a young caramel skinned man, wearing a dark green rain coat, dripping with water and looking around at this odd place. The men looked at him, they saw him as trash, they saw him as a kid entering a beating ground and they saw him as a stranger that doesn't even have the right to walk towards the playground. One group of men made an action to get the kid out of the way.
“Something the matter?” Leaf asked, looking at the four man group.
“f**k of, n°°°°r.” One kicked Leaf down towards the muddy ground of the playground.
Leaf stayed down. He heard a word that he did not want to hear. The group felt like beating him up for entering their territory, they are bored of this rainy day and have nothing to do. The reality is this. It is raining, there are puddles on the grounds, street lamps set up and light wind breezes flowing around the city. This is not their territory. This is his!
The puddles of dirty water soon rose up from the ground over the entire surrounding area of this location and the liquid had multiplied itself and started to dart around the place like a fast ping pong hitting the gang members down. The violent balls of hard compressed water hit every gang member that was outside of their apartments. They were injured, alive but left with many 'whip' like bruises. They look as if they all had been beat up, beaten up by whips and fists. The waters have calmed down and began to form into something of a whirlpool around Leaf.
Leaf aimed his hand toward one apartment and pretty soon the whirlpool had shot itself through a window and began spiralling as if it were a drill. It snaked around the entire apartment injuring all the gang members of the Blood-pact that was in the building. Whoever got hit by it ended up unable to move and left with bad bruises done by the friction of the 'water drill'.
The body of water moved into the next apartment causing havoc there now. Leaf's other arm hand collected electrical power from the lamps and broken circuits from the apartment doorbells. The energy collected above his finger nails but it was mild, it was a new move. The energy had bridged itself toward the other orange apartments across the playground. The five light blue strands of electricity had then stretched through the open windows of two apartments and began their rampage, stunning people. This was a slow battle and 'peaceful'.
At that moment the apartments who just noticed what was happening began to assemble their numbers. The two leaders that were there, got up and loaded their guns along with about fifty other men. Loading up their Glocks and small 3 bullet firearms They headed for the windows to take up positions as the man came closer to their apartments.
While the violence was happening, a few seagulls that were perched on the roof were bringing back feedback to Leaf, telling him what's going on form afar. They would fly slowly passed him and tell him where their positions are. Others would just stand on top of the roof to watch the apartments that are at the opposite side of one another. Making it easy to tell the positions and plans of each row.
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“What?” Marcel asked the fat injured man.
“That kid, has powers, he electrocuted me...” said the man in a voice that is hardly any different from a whisper.
“Then the three are dead-”
“It's a miracle that I can even talk to you.” the man said weakly.
Marcel didn't say anything. He felt fear once more again, he felt it coldly grabbing his warm heart and making it go faster. His neck hair began to rise up, he started to sweat cold sweat. He was having a bad feeling. I mean, imagine, getting on the bad side of a super powered individuals. It's like a death wish!
“Thanks you for-” Marcel looked at the man.
He is dead. This 'aura' of silence lay around him. He died giving Marcel the most important hint that he needed to solve, about the boy in green. Marcel is shocked, he felt that he should return to his hood to see if everything was all right.
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“Dick weeds!” Leaf yelled.
The man has been shot two times, one bullet in the leg and another pierced his right lower arm limb. The boy had turned his pain into strength, his anger into strength. Before him are the last 'survivors', taking cover behind cars and shooting at him from 'far away'. He had defeated eight apartments and now only two apartments remain. He is pissed. He let go of his water and electrical powers and looked at the playground. He rose both of his arms up and a huge mass of dirty brown earth rose up to what was once a play ground.
The mass of sand, clay, earth and trash, reacted quickly and used it as a shield. The next thing he was was activate his electrical powers once again. This time it came from the cars. The wet surrounding and the car's electricity made it a rather deadly situation if one were to be electrocuted. The surviving gang members have been stunned, the 'war' was over. Leaf summoned his earth shield and placed it back into its former state, the state it was being a playground. Tough work since it is made out of separate tapes of 'soil' or layers of 'dirt'.
“Argh!” He bit his lip as he tried to walk away.
He looked at the blood seeping out of his leg. He can heal faster than a normal human, that much he knows but, healing from bullet wounds is pretty bad. He really needs to improve his endurance.
He sat down on a bench.
He heard slow approaching splash footsteps on his side. Leaf could wonder who this person was. He looked on his side. Tall, blonde hair, impressive clothing and a gun in his hand.
“Too late,” Leaf point at that man's general direction.
“I already had taken care of you.”
A formidable gust of wind blew the man back. The man had crash landed against a pole. He gave a cry of agony as he fell on the muddy ground before him. His spine felt a sudden pain erupting and paralysing him momentarily. He trembled as he pulled himself up from the smelly damp earth before his face. Arms are having it hard to support his body, as well as the tingling pain of his back.
“I came too late.” His fear swallowed his heart and he was desperately trying to stand on his feet. Only to fall back down. He wanted to kill Leaf. Avenge his fallen comrades.
“No good.” Leaf said, being cocky. He rose his hand over at the man's location and the muddy earth 'grabbed' Marcel. Marcel fell on his knees once more and began to shoot without accuracy as he saw Leaf's figure and the bench. The mud swallowed the poor man, everything but his head at least.
Leaf had confiscated the hand held weapons. He got everyone out from the apartments using water. He wanted them to witness this moment of defeat. The injured gang members sat on the concrete 'streets' that goes around the playground and the leader, Marcel is still buried with his head out.
“Now then, 'Blood-pact' gang members.” Leaf said. He was standing in front of their weak leader, arms folded. Got himself bandaged up and he had one palm free to take care of resistance with a mild electrical shock.
“Call me Leaf,” he began.
“I am the one who now owns your asses.”
Nobody said anything. Dreadful silence was in the air, after a fighting a losing battle and ending up the way things are right now.
“I am being generous in letting you guys live.” He stretched arms as if to say 'hey get used to it, this is life'.
“Even after trying to kill me.” He looked down towards the leader.
“Pah...” Marcel tried to spits at Leaf but failed, when that wad of spit came came to hit him instead. Leaf had manipulated that ball spit, just for his amusement.
“Dude, I had it up to here with you guys trying to kill me!” Leaf showed a menacing face. Marcel's back grew cold all of a sudden and his hairs began to raise up, fear was coming back to him.
“I came here to follow the rules, by kicking your asses and earning the respect that I deserve!” Leaf boomed.
“Now listen,” He popped his neck a bit.
“I am the one who runs things from now on, if I were you I wouldn't do something funny.” he said.
“If I see my place of business burned up, my house burned up or one of my friends dead.” He looked at the leader.
He put a fist with a thumb sticking out and slid it across his neck, as if to say 'I am going to kill/decapitate you'.
“What should I do with you?” he crouched towards the head in the ground.
“I am the leader here not you!” Marcel yelled at Leaf.
“Did I say that I am going to become your leader from now on?” Leaf asked questionably.
“I said that I own you guys, that means you are 'branch' of my own group.”
“What group, if I may ask?” asked Marcel.
“The name is the 'Dark Gamers Society',” Leaf smiled deviously as if he had made a fool of them.
“You guys here are our 'foot soldiers' while we run the main show.”
The gang members started to revolt with words. Leaf stood up from his crouching position and raised his arm up, raising the puddles and water droplets around the area. This shut everyone up for good.
“Be glad that you guys are still the Blood-pact rather than merging with some other gang group that kills you guys off!” Leaf shouted.
“Marcel,” He pulled up the man using his elemental powers.
“I grant you the Title of 'Leader' having the responsibilities and permission just like before you were dominated, by the Dark Gamers Society. We don't require any tribute to you other than your loyalty to serve as a Branch next to our group.”
The tall blonde gang leader looked at the small man in front of him, having the words repeated in his mind for several minutes. He really needed to do choose. Whether he should decline this offer or do accept the way it is now. If he were to accept it, the gang group could move onwards the same way it did before, only with a bit less morale and the fact that they have become a branch to a more powerful 'faction'. If he were to decline the offer, he would most likely be dead and replaced.
“I accept.” he took out his dirty hand.
Leaf shook it. Glad to have you on my side.
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Leaf finished a to nights work and was just about to head home. He barely got away from the diner building and saw Marcel standing there under the orange light of the street lamp. He pointed his eyes towards Leaf, seeing that he had finished working, he stopped leaning against the lamp and walked slowly towards the young man. The two stood a meter apart from each other, Leaf really wondered why he was here at all.
“Why are you here?” asked the caramel coloured man.
“Questions.” said the tall man.
“Let's hear them.” Leaf asked.
“I tried to assassinate you two times and you let me and my group live under your control, why?” The man scratched the side of hid blond e hair.
“My group needs foot soldiers, you guys are the fitting candidates and we accepted you into our group family.” Leaf said bluntly. He is still a little mad about the assassination attempts but his best bet into conquering a city was to conquer a small gang of people.
“I am still sore with the whole, trying to kill me thing.” Leaf admitted.
“Expecting me to say sorry?” asked the man.
“Na, now do you have any more questions?” asked the young man.
“What is the Dark Gamers Society like?” he asked.
“We are just kids who play on laptops, we have seven members so far and a branch group called the Blood-pact.” Leaf smiled.
“We are controlled by a group that only has seven people?” Marcel looked at Leaf in disbelief.
“You guys got your ass whooped by a single 'kid', it must be morale crushing.” Leaf shrugged.
“You are super powered after all.” Marcel shook it off.
“Oh that's right, If I were you, I would keep my existence a secret.”
“I will, I wouldn't want the other gangs to find out that we are a branch towards a group of nerd.” Marcel nodded.
“Good night, 'boss'.” Leaf gave the man a bro fist.
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Now that Lyre had gotten his message out there, and shown the people that he was a God that would punish the evil justly, and brutally, he needed to prepare for the next portion of his plans. Every God needs worshipers, and for that he would have to create a religion, or at the very least religious symbols, the rest can be created by word-of-mouth by the people that begin to worship him. They can grow the religion themselves, all the while thinking that what they are being told by some mad preacher is the word of God, and if Lyre hears of something spreading a belief or ideal he doesn't agree with in their name, then he will make an example of them as a heathen.
After some thought Lyre decided on what he would need in order to begin his religion, first of all would be a symbol that his followers could wear as icons and whatnot. Lyre quickly decided upon a crimson dove, inside of a circle. The dove is a sign of peace, red symbolizes blood, and the circle represents a complete life. He didn't think he'd have to explain the symbol to his people, some mad priest or an English teacher will work out the connotations of his holy symbol at some point down the line.
So, Lyre sent one final message to the local media, this one wasn't video, instead just a simple cassette of his voice. He used a voice muffler and there was no way to trace it back to him, as he used a puppet to deliver the tape.
The spoken message was; "If this tape is not played every hour, on the hour, for the next week then every news presenter on this station shall be stricken down by my wrath. I, am Lyre, and I am the new God of this world. I have proven, this past week, that I have the power to punish the wicked, and in the coming weeks I shall continue to prove this. Those of you who understand my purpose, and wish to show your devotion to my holy cause will be rewarded greatly, and any who oppose my regime will be stricken down as the wicked and corrupt beings that they are. My wrath is great, but my love is greater; this, you my adoring subjects, shall come to learn. May all of my children find peace in my glory, whilst the creatures of darkness will find only death and destruction...."
Lyre was serious about his threat, it wouldn't be easy if it came to it, but he would make sure those reporters died if need be. Along with the recording, Lyre sent along a silver necklace, the pendant of which was his new holy symbol, he would begin sending these with all of his messages so that the media knew he was involved, and also so that his followers would come to know, and wear, his symbol....
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As soon as Matthew left the house, Michael ran down the stairs. He opened the door, closed and locked it, then began to follow his brother. To help blend into the night, he deformed himself slightly, appearing bigger and more muscular than he was, as well as growing a goatee and changing his eye colour to something that resembled a brownish colour. He kept a wide berth though, and while he saw a few people he knew, none of them knew who he was. He saw his brother turn into the mugger, or rather heard it as the breathing and voice that was unique to his brother became heavier and blended.
He turned away, knowing what was going to happen. After all, he knew what his brother was, something Matthew had desperately tried to keep, and still thought was, secret from his brother. That he was a full blown sociopath. Of course this had led Michael down a long hard hard path, one which came down to one ultimate question. Whether or not to hand his brother into the police.
As the years had passed, Michael still hadn't made his decision. Part of him had wondered why he never made that choice, why he had never sold his brother out, never betrayed him. That reason was simple, and it was partially because of that reason that the house he had walked to during the ten minutes he debated what his brother was up to was not his own home. He knocked on the door, looking around the empty street. The door opened to reveal a small, weaselly looking man, who was so thin his ribs were showing under his skin, his ginger hair was thin and what few teeth he had left were yellow and rotting.
The weasel, as he shall now be known, looked at the muscular man on his doorstep. Before he could even utter a single word, the crunching sound of his nose being broken under the fist of Michael filled the weasels ears, before his own screams replaced it. He fell backwards, into his own home. Footsteps were heard from inside the house, as other inhabitants came down to inspect the noise. One of the females had a belt tied tight around her arm, and an empty syringe in the other. This was, as Michael knew, a crack den.
He changed his shape, turning both of his arms into blades and stabbing the weasel in the chest with both. One of the addicts charged at him, weilding a syringe. Michael swiched his left arm into a whip, aiming low and catching the mans legs, causing him to trip over. He lifted his foot, increasing its mass to five times what it currently was, and crushing the mans head under it. The others just stared in disbelief at him.
"Those who want don't want to die, must promise to never take drugs again. Fail, and I will come after you. If you don't think You will last, killing me is your only option out." He told them. Two of the remaining five ran for him, screaming how they'd never give up the drug. They had no weapon, and Michael only had to pierce their chest with his blades to figure that out. the other three, include the woman with the belt on her arm, slowly crept towards him.
"Who are you" One asked, clearly high from drugs, and currently seeing Michael as some sort of superhero alien.
"I am...... I am Ace. If you are truely honest about staying away from drugs, then in a few weeks time I will come back here, and I will meet up with you. After tonight, it is likely that the police will come here about the deaths of those within." Michael told them, making his voice deeper than it was will a bit of effort. That the addicts minds were slightly warping his voice did help. He then turned around and left, walking away from the house. He couldn't believe it, he'd passed for a man who could see, mainly by guessing where people had been walking, standing and talking without anyone thinkging he was completely blind.
He kept walking away from the house, until he felt the glass touch of a corner phone booth. He then dialled 911 and informed the police about a drug house nearby, and that he's heard screaming from inside. He then left the booth and headed home, eventually walking into his house without anyone seeing him. Except, that is, for the addict with a belt on her arm. She had followed him almost the way there, and had ended up in the alley behind Michaels house.
This was, by coincidence, where she happened to live, in a cardboard roofed corner of the alley, lying on an old mattress. She pulled up her ragged blanket, and eventually fell asleep. The last thing she thought of before sleep took her was Ace, and how he seemed to be a super hero, with his big buff look, calm attitude and powers. Considering she had just introduced heroin into her blood just after she'd smoked some weed, she had no idea who Ace really was. So for that night, as the effects of her drug use slowly ended for the night, she fell asleep.
and that reason why Michael never betrayed his brother. If it isn't obvious, then it shall be soon.
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Posted on Mon Aug 06, 2012 18:01:32
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Weekly Global News
*After the harrowing tragedy that was averted early this week, the United States and China diplomats are casting stones at each other, and experts are worried that it might escalate quickly. Much of the data that either flight crew gathered, was lost during the accident and subsequent reentry into the atmosphere. Several of the astronauts perished; but many did not , and all thanks to the superhuman efforts of Captain Jack Samuels. Captian Samuels is a highly decorated Air force pilot and was apparently affected by some of the 'ID' ( Independence Day )meteorite samples that had shaken loose during the crash.
The US Department of Defense issued a statement which they introduced America's first official Superhero, "The Eagle". Captain Samuel, was paraded out in front of a press conference, adorning a dark navy colored, futuristic looking uniform, complete with gold embossed eagle chest emblem. Capt. Samuels, whose hair has turned white since the accident, looked a bit embarrassed by the flamboyant uniform, assured the press that not only was the uniform form fitting, but tactically utilitarian as well. He regaled the paparazzi with origin of his new superhero nickname, explaining that it's a homage to his old Air force call-sign 'Eagle One" and the fact that his hair had turned white during the incident.
Although we've already seen him fly and use amazing amounts of strength during the crash, the Defense department wouldn't comment on any official powers that 'The Eagle' might have. The information is still classified and until we see him in action, we are left to guess. They did happen to boast a bit though, that he is a true force to be reckoned with. The Defense department plans to utilize 'The Eagle" domestically as well as dealing with issues abroad, in cases with these reckless, emerging super powered individuals that threaten national security.
*China on the other hand, not only lost two astronauts but all samples of the meteorite that they collected. They are making claims that the US purposefully sabotage their mission and demand reparations. They want any evidence surrendered to their officials post haste, which includes Captain Samuels. The President of the US won't dignify those allegations with a response. On which case, China threatened by revealing their own version of a Super-soldier in the form of, 'Type 99M' tank. This successor to the the ZTZ-99 tank, is a transforming, single manned, mechanized exoskeleton that turns each one of their soldiers into walking, heavily armored artillery, it is also capable of hovering several stories thanks to vector thrust air foils. Chinese officials say that if the US doesn't comply they will be forced to retrieve the evidence themselves, "by any means necessary".
President Obama was candidly recorded joking with an adviser, " F**k China...think we're scared of a couple of Anime ripoffs??...Gundam-looking fake-a** s**t ....We got the Eagle!"
*Meanwhile in South America, a civil war is taking place. Officials haven't officially called it that yet, but citizens are reporting that it's an 'open war in the streets' in most the major cities in Brazil. The Military was called in to deal with a growing rebel group, As Demônios mãos. The Groups leader,'o Diabo' is rumored to be the former prisoner that leveled San Paulo's Carandiru prison upon his escape, shortly after the ID event. He is yet to make any public appearance.
Brazilian Officials claim that is it only a minor rebel uprising that will be squashed very soon, but civilians claim that the circumstances are far more dire than that. Many superstitiously believe that this warlord is actually the second coming of the devil, complete with the power to bend men's minds.
*National and local News
*Germany is encountering a surge in gang violence, Police are investigating claims of a super powered individual in relation to several incidents of the late. A YouTube video, shot from the window of apartments surrounding the event captured a mysterious black man clothed in green, seeming to control the forces of nature as did battle with multiple armed gang members. Police warn that the man is to be considered extremely dangerous and any suspicious person matching this description should be reported to the authorities immediately.
*In New York, a terrorist recently threatened several news stations. An individual identified only as 'Lyre' sent a video and letter to local stations earlier this week, in the video shows a slaughter of multiple victims, and a cryptic message. The letter explains that they are to show it on broadcast television or else their lives might be in danger. The FBI claims that they don't oblige terrorist demands and won't be showing the videos, while the threatened reporters have been put into protective custody. The FBI have issued a statement saying that they are on the case, and expect to route the terror cell out within the week.
*also on Coney Island, several men were found dead with arms sized holes in their chests. Police don't know who committed the killings but assume it has something to do with the mysterious 'Lyre' figure. (Joker's character actually did this, but Police don't know that, so they assume Lyre had something to do with it.)
***Weekly Points*** (thanks to Leafeh)
*Neoleaf: 3 posts
1st post: One masturbatory use of Animal husbandry, One minuscule use of wind element, One small event captured on Youtube utilizing Elemental attacks, One small use of healing. 6pts
2nd post: One small use of animal husbandry and Elemental control. 2pts
3rd post: one small event Elemental control 2pts
Bonus points: Small gang of followers 2pts[b] * Police have your description and are now looking for you.
*Muer: 4 posts
1st post: One masturbatory use of telepathy, One small event using telekinesis [b]3pts
2nd post:one use of insignificant use of Telekinesis 1pt.
3rd post: One large event with at least local media coverage 6pts
4th post: Audio tape will not be play in local media, follower fail. 0pts
Bonus points: Creating a symbol of faith and followers 4pts. The FBI will be coming after you now for making terroristic threats.
*Joker: 2 posts
1st post: one insignificant use of BM , one Small event causing local gossip using body manipulation (**Not accredited to Joker, because Joker left no identifying evidence. Police and locals gossip believe it's from the new terrorist known as LYRE) , 1pt joker 4pts (*awarded to Muer).
2nd post: One masturbatory use of BM powers, One small even causing locals to gossip. 5pts. Multiple murders committed. Police are now looking for you.
Bonus Points: Character development revelation that your character is actually a set of twins. 2pts. (btw, a 'crack den' would have had crack pipes, not 'syringes', you don't shoot up crack.)
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Muer
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Posted on Mon Aug 06, 2012 20:23:22
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(Can't access my first post and as such can't update it yet. Total addition of points this time: 18. Plus the five I previously had, which adds up to 23 total. I'll state any upgrades I buy at the bottom of this post and I'll edit my first post whenever I can.)
Lyre had been angered greatly by the news station's refusal to show his tape, that would not stand at all. When he heard that the FBI had officially challenged him, his anger was replaced by a wide smile. He had anticipated this event, and already had a security measure in place. It was risky, but he could not hope to avoid the FBI for long, even with the range he kept from these events. No, he would need to get them off of his trail, and quickly.
Before he could enact his plans however, Lyre realized that he had taken another huge leap in his powers. This pleased him greatly, but it also surprised him since it seemed almost random. He wasn't one for believing in such randomosity in the universe, and was currently trying to figure out if there was a correlation between his growth in strength and any other factors since the independence event.
For now, however, he had to take care of the FBI. With his newly formed powers this would be even easier than he anticipated, and he could even follow through with his threats about the news reporters now, his inability to do so before had worried him. The universe had, once again, proven that it was in his corner, it wanted him to ascend.
So, Lyre booked himself a return flight to Washington D.C., and was on the plane that very night. It was the beginning of the next morning when he enacted his plan, one that would get rid of this FBI problem for a while, or so he thought anyway. He knew that it could go wrong, if he were caught out of if he did not get the proper reaction from either the FBI or the general public or even the news stations again.
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That morning, when one Robert S Mueller(The current Director of the FBI) walked into his office, he was surprised to see that someone was already sitting in his seat. The figure wore a black trench coat, a beanie hat, and a ski mask, and around his neck was a pendant with the symbol of Lyre.
The director, as that was Mueller's position in the FBI, was about to question the man's presence here, or call for back up perhaps we will never know which, when the figure leaned forward and calmly said; "Please, come right in, close the door."
For reasons Mueller would never come to understand he obeyed the voice without thought, locking the door behind him he stepped further into his office and stood staring at the religious nut-job in front of him. He was used to these sorts of attacks, but usually on the street or on rare occasions at his own home, no one had ever just walked right into his office before, this guy was clearly some sort of extremest, with a good skill set.
The figure leaned back on the leather chair and smiled, his mouth was visible due to the large mouth holes in the mask, he nodded towards a chair at the other side of the Director's desk, without hesitation the director sat down. Lyre smiled wider, and spoke again; "Hello, Mr.Director, I am Lyre, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Normally this is where the Director would have certainly called for help, or pulled his firearm on the maniac in his chair, but once again he reacted oddly and simply remained silent at Lyre's admittance to being a known serial killer and terrorist.
Lyre continued with a grin; "Good, you sit there and listen."
"It has come to my attention that your organisation, the FBI, has openly opposed me in the sight of the public. I'm afraid that this won't do, not one bit, my peoples must not see anyone opposing their one true God. When I leave this office today, you are going to issue a statement saying that you have dropped the case against me, and you shall do that very thing. I hold no ill will against you or your organisation, perhaps when I have taken up my rightful mantle you may continue to serve even as you do now, punishing the wicked and the evil. However, before I leave you're going to have to do something for me..."
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Lyre left the headquarters of the FBI via the front door, he mindwiped every person who even saw his shadow and even had the director erase the video feeds that contained glimpses of him even though he was totally covered. For all appearances it would seem as if this had just been another normal day at the FBI....
Lyre however returned that very day to his home city of NYC, and in his briefcase he had top-secret documents that contained the new names, and lives, of the news reporters that had escaped his grasp. There had actually been one in Washington, the police would find the remains of his body in their local precinct. His head had been ripped off, literally, by Lyre's mental abilities, and then he had rapidly expanded a ball of physic energy inside the man's chest and blew him up entirely, his guts painted the walls of the Police chief's nicely. His head was left on the police chief's desk, carved into his forehead was the name; "Lyre."
The others were likewise killed steadily throughout the next day and a half, Lyre was a busy boy, and at every murder he left his name so that he would be taken seriously.
The day after the last person put into witness protection was killed off brutally Lyre sent yet another untraceable recording to the news station: "This message shall be played, along with my last one, or every person who works at this news station will be judged to be heathens and shall be stricken down.
I, Lyre, will not allow any opposition to stop me killing the wicked, and contacting my loyal subjects. I have proven that there is nowhere to hide from my sight, and that I follow through with my threats against the evil. I truly hope that the local, and worldwide, media will come to accept the job of relaying my word, and in time will even accept me into their hearts as so many people have already done I am sure.
I am a just God, and if you are a good human being then you truly have nothing to fear from me. The only people who must run, and attempt to hide, or fight against me are the evil and foul beings that know that I shall judge them to be evil.
If any of you wish to stand beside your God, as one of my first disciples, then please send a letter saying such to this news station. I will personally judge all those who send letters, and any who are worthy will be contacted directly from me.
That is all for now my children, but I shall be in contact again soon."
Lyre would wait to see the news' reaction to his most recent tapes before he acted, he needed to know if his next few days would be spent punishing the wicked reporters and researchers of the station, or if he could put them to a better use and punish some truly wicked beings. He hoped he would not need to demonstrate his powers to this news station again, but he would if the need should arise....
*If Lyre's plan had worked, and there was no reason that it should not have, the Director of the FBI should have issued a statement that the Lyre case was dropped, perhaps he would have given reasons but at any rate he would say it has been dropped. He would have done this on national news, and it would have been a clear show of Lyre's might, to have affected the FBI so quickly.*
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Posted on Mon Aug 06, 2012 22:55:42
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Ding Dong!
Leaf opened his eyes as he heard the disturbance. The two Seagulls were already out of their bed looking around from wherever the 'odd' noise was coming from. Leaf didn't pay any attention towards it. He wanted to bury himself under the covers, he doesn't want to get up. He is so tired that he even forgot that he had heard a noise.
Ding Dong!
Leaf felt a small 'taste' of familiarity. But what was it? What was it? He forgot again in a short notice but not everything was completely forgotten.
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong? Ding Dong. Hmm, Ding Dong. Leaf's thoughts began to return to reality.
Ding Dong!
Oh, the door bell! His drowsy body was filled with adrenaline, he had gained control of his body very quickly and his face was wide awake. He had forgotten that he had wanted to sleep and he was wondering why the door bell was ringing.
Ding Dong!
Leaf jumped out of his bed and grabbed his light gray athletic pants. Put them on and ran out of his room, then rushed down to the first floor form the stairs and came in front of the door. He opened it, not caring if he had to expose his bare chest towards whoever was at his door.
It was Fear.
Wearing a wet black rain coat and under it a red T-shirt. He had a square shaped backpack of some sort, the kind that carries laptops and notebooks along with other electronic devises such as a mouse or router Very dark blue jeans, darker than navy blue, most definitely and on his feet he wore muddy black sneakers. The boy had his hands on his knees, bent forwards and was breathing loudly as if he had been running. He did look kinda out of shape. He looked up and saw his friend's face, but couldn't talk at the moment as he swallowed his spit and the damp rainy air around him.
“Fear?” Leaf looked at the boy.
“Get inside.” He gasped.
“Huh?” Leaf asked with a questionable look on his face.
Fear pushed Leaf back into the house and got in too as well. He closed the door behind himself. The boy threw his muddy shoes at the general location where Leaf puts his gardening shoes, the shoes were bouncing a couple of times before landing on their sides very far apart from one another and the boy stepped in the house with his socks on.
“Here,” Fear gave Leaf his backpack.
“Hook it up.”
Fear struggled out of his wet coat and hung it up on one of the wooden hooks on the walls, right above from the shoe area. Fear knows well not to get Leaf's house dirty, he remembered one time where he had walked around the house with shoes, Leaf went berserk on cleaning his house for an entire week.
Leaf was unpacking the boy's backpack. He pulled out the heavy black rectangular body along with the cables and router. He plugged that mess in and installed the mouse along with it. He placed the laptop on a table and separated the screen from the 'keyboard'/control board and turned flipped a switch to turn it on. Fear came running quickly into the kitchen, where Leaf had unpacked the laptop and started to enter his password as soon as the user screen came on.
“What's the rush, Fear?” asked the man.
The two were sitting beside one another on separate wooden chairs.
“You gotta see this.” the young man was still panting for breath.
“If it got you this spooked,” Leaf looked at Fear.
“Than it must be something important.”
The two seagulls came in as well. One jumped on Leaf's arm and the other was on the small kitchen table. They were wondering what was going on and why the boy even came to his house. Leaf too was worried, Fear is the type of guy that hardly gets rushed, surprised or scared thanks to his constant ability to bottle up his emotions when he is in front of a laptop or life situation.
They got to 'YouTube' and he clicked certain things on his channel. That's when Leaf saw the video about himself.
“What the f**k?” He said loudly. His eyes widened, his heart raced as fear had entered his frail heart.
“Someone caught you on tape and spread it on YouTube.” Fear stated the obvious.
“Damn,” Leaf clenched his fists.
“Now my existence has been found out.”
“What do we do?” asked the boy, turning his head facing the dark man.
“I'm thinking.” Leaf placed three of his longest fingers in front of his forehead, he closed his eyes and began to think through what possibilities there are.
Leaf had been found doing the most unlikely thing, that is to injure other people with super powers and have them under his control. What's worse is that his friends and family can immediately recognize him. He is the only 'black' person wearing green day by day. Other 'kids' from school know him as well, he is popular in his former school, being an artist and all.
“This video clip was on the news, too.” said Fear.
“The police are now looking for you.” He made a frown.
f**k! Leaf told himself. The police force are looking for me. But he remembered something. The police in this city are a tad 'old' and not too athletic. They are also lazy. How does he know this? Half the city is bad, the police stations in the bad part of town have it bad: their cars get spray painted on, they have been insulted by dumb drunken typical German adults, get flicked off by ghetto kids more or less, their police station gets f**ked up by eggs or bricks from time to time etc. so on and so forth. Of course there are those who are relatively young and muscular who actually do something, but why can a handful of them do in a city with a population of 100,000? Not to mention, what they are looking for is a 'black' person. They'll go straight for the 'African immigrants' instead of the former American neighborhoods.
Leaf doesn't live in any former American neighborhoods, he doesn't associate with people from Africa either and finding him is pretty much impossible with this low amount of description. 'black male wearing green'. 'extremely dangerous'. He'd just have to start wearing black and gray clothing to blend in with the crowd. Not to mention that the amount of 'black' people is rather small. In fact, the only time, where most black people come out from their homes is when it is sunny and hot.
But if police officers are coming from other cities like the capital city of Berlin, then he'd be in trouble.
“Okay, I'm going to start wearing black and gray.” Leaf sighed.
“Then what?” asked Fear busy doing whatever on his laptop.
“When it get's too serious,” He paused to look at his two Seagull Messengers.
“I'll have to hide out at the abandoned part of town.”
“You mean that district that's full of trash and seagulls?” asked Fear, looking at the male Seagull close beside him, fighting the urge to smack it down.
“Yeah, that one.” Leaf batted his eyes at Fear, seeing that he had the tension to whack one of his Messengers.
“By the way.” Fear got up from his chair and made a hand gesture that Leaf should sit on his chair. Leaf switched chairs and looked at the screen in front of him.
Facebook.
“You have a lot of mail.” Fear smiled, feeling sorry for his adult friend and the same time wanting to laugh.
“Oh great,” Leaf paused to look at his 'messages' and the number of 'posts' there are form his family and friends. Even his boss was part of the 'enraged' posters.
“So they reacted.” Leaf knew it was going to happen but still it's rather exiting.
Most of them were from people from his school, the kids find him awesome and the people who have ignored him as trash began to acknowledge him as 'one of their own'. His family friends had different opinions, they wanted to know why he did it. His family was no different, they too wanted to know why.
“I am not going to answer any of them.” Leaf sighed.
“Yeah, I mean imagine you saying it to them: I am going to control the city.” Fear grinned at the thought of it.
“But these guys, don't they count as my supporters?” Leaf asked, folding his arms.
“You'd have to answer them.” Fear shrugged.
“Alright.”
“I bet you that the police is going to go all over through Facebook, MySpace and all of that.” The boy's grin disappeared as he looked over Leaf's shoulders.
“Making things riskier.” Leaf pouted, lips forward.
“Lay low and miss this chance to get like 300 supporters?” Fear asked.
“Or take the risk of being identified and 300 gaining supporters.” Leaf looked back at the boy.
Silence lay over the two as they stared at each other. Leaf's face is unchanging, his eyes turned away from Fear's and back towards the monitor. He is unsure. Uncertain of what will happen. Leaf swallowed loudly as his mind streams several thoughts.
He remembered the man that could fly. He was shot down and dissected. That word kept echoing in his head – DISSECTED.
It triggered fear. Another part of him however had blocked fear. A courageous part of him. The part of him that allowed him to overcome from the fear of his own powers. The part of him that had made him strong enough to face people with hand held weapons and conquer them. The part of him that helped him move forward with his powers.
The man who could fly had no offensive powers like Leaf. He was merely a powerless normal human that happened to learn how to levitate. Leaf reminded himself that he is different by a lot. He has the power to bend the natural forces of nature around him, he can kill regular human beings with unbelievable force. He can control the weather, he can control the earth and he can unleash hell if angered. He calmed down and realized that he was in the kitchen with Fear and the laptop.
“I am going to lay low.” He said at last.
“But-”
“Please hear me out on this one,” Leaf placed his palm in front of Fear, stopping his speech and began to talk.
“I am going away until I have mastered my powers.”
“How long?” asked the brown haired boy.
“A week as far as I can tell.” Leaf shrugged.
He headed up for his room to grab his suitcase. The boy in the kitchen shook his head, smiling he laughed a villainous laugh. He laughed for one straight minute, feeling awkward and yet exited at the same time. He took a deep gasp.
“Leaf, you are making me feel devious for no apparent reason.” His smile was still there, pasted on his face.
“I'll keep you surprised friend.” Leaf patted the boy's unstable shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Fear asked, walking after the young man.
“I am going to seagull land.”
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°Hello, human.° the seagulls were saying as Leaf came toward the wreck of an apartment where he had previously been.
“What's up.” Leaf bowed down.
°What brings you here?° asked another Seagull.
Leaf was facing a big flock again. They surrounded the young man in a semi-circle, all got dirt hidden somewhere on their white feathers, nasty looking and nasty smelling in more ways than one. Eyes staring intently on the human that can verbally communicate with them. Leaf is wearing a black long sleeved shirt and light gray jeans, black boots and has an umbrella in his hand to keep the light rain off him. He also had his suitcase next to him.
“I am going to live amongst you for a short time.” Leaf pointed at the wrecked apartment.
He isn't going to live in the apartment though, it's like a hollow husk, with almost no roof, it's mostly ruined stories of metallic bars, barely any walls and not to mention that the place is full of bird dropping s both new and old. Like all other apartments this one was either filled with trash or with animals.
“I am going to give you guys another tribute.” He pointed towards a wagon covered by thick durable plastic sheet.
°Excellent, human.° The birds have all cried out with their greed little voices.
°Give me food.° others would call.
°Food!° some would say.
“I'll give this load of 'food' once you guys can do something for me.” Leaf rubbed his hands together.
The Greedy, white marine birds listened to what he had to say. Leaf looked around seeing that he has their attention.
“I want you birds to keep an eye out for humans wearing these kinds-
Leaf had large poster sized pictures of men and women wearing uniforms, police uniforms to be exact. They wore black uniforms, dark blue uniforms, green uniforms with white hats and badges. Several birds knew of them, seeing that they stand out from regular human civilians and all.
“-of cloths and alert me if they are near me.” Leaf nodded.
Leaf walked over to his wagon filled with crumbs of different types of bakery products and if lucky enough small scraps of meat. He looked over his shoulder as the seagulls had started to near him and his wagon.
“We have a deal?” Leaf asked them.
The birds had squawked in agreement and Leaf couldn't help but smile. He unchained the sheet over the wagon and let the several particles of bread and meat flow out of the wagon like a waterfall. The birds flocked toward the pile of food and Leaf walked passed them toward the ruined apartment.
“Now, time to look into the basement.” He said as he came towards a shitty small flight of stairs.
It was dusty. Leaf used his Elemental powers to get rid of the dust and whatever it brought with it. Ants, centipedes, strange larvae, cockroaches. His mere presence had shooed them away from the basement. They came pouring out from it in large numbers of dark 'spots' violently rushing out to make way. Leaf didn't realize that insects were part of 'animal husbandry' but this seems for the better. The man walked in and looked around in the deep the basement has now been cleaned up. The air is cold and the floor is a bit cracked and obviously cold. The hall way is skinny and there seem to be 'storage' rooms. Most of the doors are rusted and too weak to actually open fully without falling off, Leaf checked them all out.
The rooms are empty. The walls are dotted with inch thick holes and squiggling 'pathways' made by ants and their constant diggings. It looked gruesome. But it's acceptable as long as he doesn't see a single insect in his room. Thanks to his earth manipulating, he had cleared out all the dust and unwanted soils. He can rest here, calmly for the time being.
“Bet those officers wont come down here.” He said as he looked at the brick walls and patted his boots against the cement floor.
Leaf already made the necessary preparations. He called his boss that he's going to be absent, he also has a laptop with him to keep track of his 'group' and 'branch group' to make sure that they don't get themselves in any trouble.
First place that the police will look is probably that area where he invaded the Blood-pacts. Then if there are those who are disloyal towards him and rat out that he takes a route that he walks all the time to go to work, they'll eventually go to his place of business and then ask his friends and family on where he lives. After that. They'll stop dead on their tracks when they find out that he isn't home. They'll check out if he would've taken a train, car or plane to get out of the city.
Leaf has thought out the possibilities.
He will lay low as long as he can. Until the police give up hope and leave business.
The young man had set up his new place. His suitcase is from now on his 'bed'. Another one these empty storage rooms serve as his kitchen, having a little bonfire sand some sort of pipe thing over it that leads the smoke out. Another part acts as a bathroom. It merely is a bunch of buckets filled with clean water. He'll use those to clean himself with his elemental powers. His toilet? Um... who knows? Not going into detail there, friends. Yeah, this is his new home for the week.
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Leaf is naked and is having the manipulated snakes of water rub around him, taking a bath sort off but with him standing. The cold bodies of water, snake around his skin's surface, wetting the hair, the skin, taking the dirt and small dust particles of him. Leaf felt weird as he is touching himself with water. It's almost like the water is alive, but it isn't, he is controlling it after all. He was used to taking a shower, where the water droplets impact your rough body shape and simply stream down back towards the drain, finishing the job.
After his awkward 'bath' he went towards another bucket filled with clean water to brush his teeth. He was trying to get used to his new living conditions. Finishing up for the day after making his 'new' house. It was time to go to bed. He dressed in jogging cloths, going in underwear in this cold underground environment seems impossible. He gently fell back into his suitcase, he pulled a small blanket over himself, tucked tightly into his blanket for warmth and used the suitcase lid to support his back. He fell asleep in instance, wanting to escape this reality.
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Animal Husbandry
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Physical : 2
Healing Factor
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(4 points) Tier 2
Durability
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Points used: 39
Points remaining : 1
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Posted on Mon Aug 06, 2012 23:39:45
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(Coffin mailed this to me and asked that I add it at the start of my next post.)
Director Robert S. Mueller had indeed, done exactly as Lyre had commanded, even though he had no real memory of the man coming to visit him. After he'd provided the 'non-existant man' with the information on where the witness protection protected reporters had been placed, he went and tried to 'erase' surveillance from the stranger's visit.
It was here that the Technical supervisor began to suspect something was wrong with the Director. "But sir....as you well know, their aren't any 'tapes'.....We've had a digital system since the 90's and it get's backed up every couple of minutes.....There isn't any way of erasing anything....sir are you feeling alright?"
Within hours Director Mueller was revealed of his command. The next man in line to take charge, Acting Director Henry Abel reviewed the digital back ups that were housed in secure off shore facilities and had his first look at the masked man known only as 'Lyre'. He made a mental note of the symbol hanging around Lyre's neck.
"Assemble a team of Special forces, and alert the President. We have a powerful terrorist that just attacked the head of our offices, and We need to take action immediately. This Lyre just became public enemy no.1 and I want him tagged, bagged and toe-tagged by the end of this week." Mr. Abel said as his team snapped into action. Over the course of the next few days his men reported back with the deaths of several of the Reporters.
(Muer, include this exert in your next post. You can copy and paste it or paraphrase. But Acting Director Abel is one of my NPC's, so I will handle any his or his special forces interactions.)
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Lyre watched for a day, neither of his messages made it to local or national news, this struck badly with him. Clearly the director had been compromised somehow, and the FBI must have assured the news station no harm would befall them. Of course Lyre could try to take out the news station, hell he could do it as well, but it would make him an even bigger enemy to the state than he currently was, however big a threat the country thinks he is.
These circumstances did not bode well for Lyre's plans at all, not one bit.
He would have to think for some time in what his next move would be, but he had some good ideas brewing already...
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Posted on Tue Aug 07, 2012 13:55:21
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Leaf woke up from his slumber. Feeling warm inside his small blanket with the exception of his head, which felt cold and dry. He looked through darkness, he can't tell whether or not this was his home or not, he would've expected the sunlight to shine in his eyes or his constant resistance to wake up into the reality that he lives. None of that came. He just looked into the empty cold darkness ahead of him. No light at all. He felt like using his elemental powers to see in the darkness surrounding him.
He took out his finger. A small golf ball sized flame levitated millimetres apart from his pointing finger. The young man stared at the ball of red flame for awhile, he felt its heat enveloping the finger, it was as if this small ball of flame was something alive. Some ancient civilizations regarded fire to that of life itself, the fire blazes for awhile before it eventually dies into small strings of smoke. Fire is like life. Life doesn't last forever, when the time comes, it will end and have no way of returning.
Leaf looked at it and noticed something. He didn't take it form a 'source', he actually created this small ball of fire. His Elemental powers are advancing without him knowing about it, maybe today he is even stronger than he was when he had fought the 'Blood-pacts'. The only way to know is to practice. But where can he practice quietly other than in his neighbourhood? He has to go up and find a new pace in this crap district.
He looked around, as orange red lights danced around the room. He could see the large dark body of the laptop beside him on his right. He moved his arms around the room. The reddish brick walls have holes in them, made by all kinds of insects and 'accidents' that have happened through out the years. Leaf moved his hand down toward the floor. Made of cement and having several cracks around the place, many where more than an inch deep while others were insignificant. This is not home, he told himself and the fire ball disappeared, returning the room to the darkness it had longed and the cold returned.
Leaf took out his arms, ignoring the chilly air until he has the laptop on top of his lap. Separated the screen from the keyboard until the monitor was facing him. His mind was thinking, he wanted to check things out with the 'Blood-pact', to see whether or not the police are all around that area. Marcel was soon online just as he was online the two started an MSN chat.
After ten minutes of conversation, Leaf knew the situation.
The police cars are all over in their 'territory'. Looking for clues by asking all members of the 'Blood-pact' (200 people) including the Three 'rulers' Marcel and his two co-leaders. The members are still injured and bruised from the assault that Leaf had made on them not too long ago. They can't resist the police with their injuries, not to mention that they would have to hide their hand held firearms elsewhere. Marcel also finished talking with a few officers, he didn't rat him out. If one were to rat Leaf out, Marcel would personally punish that person.
Leaf asked about who had sent the YouTube video.
Marcel didn't reply for a long time. Marcel came back to say that he is unsure who had exposed Leaf's existence but he is doing an investigation as soon as he is done talking with Leaf. Leaf appreciated the help. He went offline from MSN.
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The weather is still gloomy, grey sky, light rain and occasionally a few lighting flashes. We take our focus on a wild wilderness, a wilderness that used to be a gardening place for those people who live in apartments. The weeds and wild grass have taken over the empty gardening plots. Wild trees too are involved with this wilderness, towering several meters up towards the sky indicating that these trees are obviously over ten years old and entering the twenties. These were maple trees, pretty much spread out along with the other wild plant life.
Leaf stood in one spot full of wild grasses, the grass is tall enough to swallow the man's knees in this thick sea of green. He is wearing black jeans and a grey raincoat, still wearing his black boots and seemingly prepared to do another training montage with his powers.
He looked around himself. He can control wind, water and earth. Electricity is not possible because there is no electricity in this district. He summoned lots of water droplets. They rose around him instantly, slowly orbiting him, going around him like little transparent jewels. Leaf choked at the beauty, he felt moved from deep within in, his heart almost fluttered and he was enjoying himself. The next thing he thought was to do with the water. The first offensive he did with the water was make a spiralling body of water that bruised everyone in those apartments.
He remembered something in first grade. Yeah, something about 'hard' water. Water compressed and coming fast from the hose, being powerful enough to leave scars in the garden and even injure yourself with. Hard water! Leaf grabbed the idea. The orbiting water droplets around him all have been sort of been 'sucked' or forcefully been gathered in his right hand into a basket ball sized ball of water. The ball of water then pressed itself to half its size and at one spot burst out into a thin straight line of hard water. This beam of water was aimed at a tree, it gave the tree mild scars and Leaf was not satisfied.
He collected more water in his right hand for at least half a minute until the ball was the size of an elephant roughly. The huge amount of water then had collapsed towards its centre until it had been turned into the sized of a golf ball, if you were to feel it it felt amazingly solid and weirdly moveable. Leaf aimed again at the tree. A small string of hard water then burst out of the ball going right through the Tree. Leaf moved the string a bit, cutting the tree up into several pieces until only the stump and it's roots remained.
“Water gun.” Leaf called it.
Leaf is pretty sure he can summon a tornado, but he doesn't feel like exposing himself more than he had already had. He walked away from the abandoned gardening lands. He passed the wilderness and returned to the cracked up concrete streets of the abandoned district. Looking at the 'bare bones' apartments that are no different form his own. The Seagulls and other avian creatures flying around or resting in them. He walked for several minutes until he made it back to his safe house.
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He returned to his little home and began to play computer games with his friends of the 'Dark Gamers Society'. They were playing on 'Steam', playing 'Arma 2' and that's how he's going to spend his day. Playing computer games with his friends.
Anyone who is a 'Gamer' can easily waste time by playing pc games with their friends, it's not like the police would actually investigate a gaming site. Hell, Leaf bets that they don't even know what to do in these sorts of things. Leaf placed his laptop on his lap, his mouse placed beside him and he began to play games with his group. Later he would make Ramen and then go back to sleep.
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Posted on Tue Aug 07, 2012 15:16:43
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Lyre had come up with a plan, it wasn't the best of plans, but it was a plan. He had used a local Library's computer to log into one of the many sites that spoke about these new superbeings, of which he was one of the most spoke about. There was both people rejoicing at his obvious fight against the criminal underworld, whilst others were demonizing him and his cause as evil. If he wasn't under stress already Lyre would have handled these people that dared defy him, but he had more important things to deal with.
Lyre chose created a basic account on one of these free websites, his username was 'TheRealLyre' since just Lyre was taken already. He posted in one of the online forums inviting his followers to a warehouse where they could meet their God in person, and become his first true followers. Lyre had been around the blocks a few times, and he knew this would attract the attention of the FBI if they were even half-doing their jobs. He had a plan for them, if they showed up.
So, when the scheduled day of the meeting came, and some thirty nutjobs had arrived inside the very same warehouse where the drug-dealers had been killed, another shout out to the FBI, Lyre was ready to carry out his plan.
There was no projector this time, but rather a long wooden platform raised above the floor at one side of the large storage area. After leaving his people to wait for half an hour Lyre appeared before them, in all his glory.
He wore entirely white clothing, a suit and a shirt with matching white shoes and no tie, including a white face mask that made sure they any FBI watching wouldn't get a positive ID on him quite that easily. He appeared on the stage, in an instant and out of nowhere. His peoples were startled, but after the initial fear they began screaming in fervor for their God, they were a bunch of nerds from the forum and they truly believed Lyre was some sort of God born of earth. They were exactly the right kind of whackjobs that Lyre needed for this...
Once again there was a great number of cameras set up around the staging area, this time however they were connected directly to a live stream on quite a few of the online forums. The video had been announced as the beginning of the time of Lyre, and of course anyone half interested in these super beings would be watching on their home computers, or mobile devices and such.
Lyre lifted his hand slowly, his followers grew silent almost instantly, Lyre lowered his hand before he spoke next; "Welcome, my children, it is good to see that there are truly good humans such as yourself, willing to stand up against the non-believers that defy your one true God. Starting today you, the chosen people, will be my soldiers, my eyes and ears in the world, and together we will usher in a new age, an age of"
A man stepped out of the crowd, a steely look in his eyes, without hesitation or thought he pulled his hand out of his coat pocket, in it was a handgun, he fired three shots at Lyre up on the stage before the crowd got to him.
The first took Lyre in the chest, the man staggered backwards after a slight pause, the second took him in the head, and then the third somehow managed to bounce off of the wall behind him, and shot across the room to hit the main power supply in the far wall. No sooner had Lyre's body hit the floor, than the entire warehouse blew him. The other rooms in the warehouse had been stuffed to the brim with highly dangerous chemicals that the previous owners had been shipping illegally, which happened to cause the violent explosion of the warehouse. Anyone inside was killed instantly, including Lyre, and all of this was seen on the cameras, or at least the chaos before the explosions, the cameras were also taken out in the blast.
Live, on camera, Lyre had been blasted in the face by an assailant with a gun, then an entire warehouse had blown up around his ears, taking him and his most loyal followers out for sure.
When the FBI searched the warehouse they would find nothing but charred bodies, including one dressed in a the burned remnants of a white suit and a mask, just like in the video. During the live stream he had displayed his powers, and even said that he was Lyre.
Lyre's plan had went slightly awry, it could be said...
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Mattatron
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Chapter 3: "My brother's keeper"
Mr. Grey and his makeshift bodyguard, Big Bad Leroy Brown walked effortlessly through the illusion of a viking-style village while huge Nordic men labor all around them. They are cloaked to these entranced men, looking like two average Aryans.
BB strutted like cock, back in prison if he would have tried walking through a group of 'peckerwoods' they would have 'shanked' and killed him, but now with the fancy bit of swag Mr. Grey had given him, he looked just like them and none of them even batted an eye.
Mr. Grey, whom also appeared to be an average looking viking walked with purpose and only stopped to advise his companion about the seriousness of the task they were about to embark on. Once they entered this mead hall Mr. Grey would use his own psionic powers to seal the room. They entered and immediately the hologram disguises faded away. "Well....it looks like he knows we're here" Mr. Grey said with a shrug. BB cracked his knuckles and loosened up his his shoulders, readying himself for a fight.
They entered the main hall side by side, knowing that there was no further need to sneak about. Their opponent sat in a throne made from the roots of the massive tree that the mead hall was built at the base of. He was surrounded by extremely tall men; no ordinary giants; they'd obviously been transformed by whatever powers the throne seated man had. He was tall his hair golden blonde with a winged half-helm atop his head. In his right hand was a hammer, and a flowing green cloak attached to his shoulders.
"Mutha-thuggin' Thor?....are you serious?" BB asked.
"No....the other brother..." Mr. Grey retorted, and that being said the grey looking alien pressed his finger to his temple and shot a telekinetic blast at the smiling figure of the Nordic thunder god. " Take care of his giants...I will occupy this trickster!" He yelled to BB.
BB set to work, charging headlong at the approaching group of giants, each one of them stood with heads almost touching the mead hall's twenty foot ceilings. "GET SOME!" He screamed and jumped at them swinging madly.
Meanwhile Mr. Grey's mental blast smacked the still laughing pseudo-Thor with enough force to make him wobble. As he tumbled backwards his own illusory disguise was disrupted and his true form was revealed, he was no big boned, blonde-headed alpha male at all. This was some, tall, skinny 'black-metal' kid', pimples,and not more than 17 years of age. He was no Thor, he was much more Loki.
With the young Superhuman's abilities knocked ajar; Mr.Grey could see inside the boy's mind. The young powerful telepathic and physically enhanced boy had found out he'd had powers after finding a chunk of the meteorite in a field. As soon as he'd picked it up he'd felt a powerful surge of power in both his body and mind. This bullied high school student had gone to back to his school and punished his prosecutors. He turned this whole town into some dark version of his favorite Black Metal band's idealized Viking society. Even changing his own visage to more closely resemble the powerhouse that he'd become. Mr. Grey could see that if this young man was left to his druthers, he'd turn into a mad king and excise his demons upon the world. The young man would have to be put-down.
The raged filled monster arose from the shattered stage behind him, He was clutching the chunk of rock in his hand and his ideal persona returned with the exception of his hair which now remained black. He was a 'black-metal-Thor' with that meteorite hidden in that fake hammer. "FEEL THY WRATH, GREY SKIN!!" He screamed, and flew head long at Mr. Grey.
Mr. Grey cringed, he hadn't expected the flying attack to be that fast, But then a brown blur slammed 'heavy-metal' Thor from out of nowhere, saving the frail grey skinned alien's life. BB floored the big pale skin kid. His giant black arms set to work like a couple of pistons, jack-hammering the equal sized opponent with punches that would dent a tank. The fake-Thor took the first twenty, which only took a matter of seconds, and then brought the 'hammer' down in single retaliative strike. BOOM!
BB stopped, the shock of the blow had crushed the side of his head and shattered his eye sock, popping his eyeball out onto his cheek. The pain was enough to make the huge black man pause but only for the briefest instances and then brought the fury back tenfold. BB went mad and started hammer-fisting 'black-metal' Thor's head. He used all his strength, which was considerable.
His stunned opponents head sank down a foot into the ground and the whole mead hall's form shook. "Keep It Up!!" Mr. Grey yelled, seeing the entirety of the whole illusion shake.
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(Just a quick post for now. Shall update later)
Both brother had been slightly annoyed that their killings had been attributed to this Lyre figure. Of course when Matthew ssw the tapes of the crack den, where police found evidence of crack, morphine, cannabis, heroin and many other drugs, and the holes in the bodies of the victims, he knew who was to blame. Michael knew, at that moment, that his brother knew what he'd done.
In a way they were complete opposites. Michael had killed those that couldn't be helped, and Matthew had killed those who could've helped others. A plan began to form in his mind. It wasn't until two hours later that they stood in the living room, both knowing that the other could perform feats of great amazement.
"Why didn't you tell me brother?" Matthew asked, finally speaking his mind.
"Because I saw you Matthew, I saw what you did to those people."
"Yet you did the same thing?"
"It was different" Michael started "I killed those who had wasted their lives, or were shadows of who they had been, while you killed people for fun."
Matthew pasued for a moment, before he stated to a very surprised Michael "Well what if I helped you on this quest of yours, to eradicate the filth of this city?"
"What kill innocent people?"
"No, kill those who would either prey on the innocent, or are no longer innocent themselves."
A smile crept upon Michaels face "And what, brother, would they call you?"
Matthew laughed, not at what his brother said, but because his brother had come around so easily. He thought about a name, before saying "Marksman. I'd be Marksman."
That night another drug den was ambushed, this time by two men wearing what appeared to be black clothing, with the words Ace written on the back of one man, and Marksman written on the other, in blood red. That night not one person was spared, except a young man who had nothing but fear in his eyes. Ace and Marksman stared out with makeshift spikes, both increasing their body mass to make themselves 7foot tall. Matthew raised one small arm, before turning it into a 500kg hammer and letting it land on two of the people below him. They then used combination moves to stab, slash and crush whoever came at them. One man had a gun, yet they bent their bodies around each bullet like gymnasts. That man received the nasty death of tentacles down the throat. The Druggy that they spared was told to go to the press, and to tell them that Ace and Marksman would be clearing the scum from this city. If they recieved supported and followers, that would be great. If they recieved help though, even better.
They then left, laughing and hugging each other. They removed what appeared to be jackets, and the balaclavas about three miles away, placing the items in a bag they had left behind with spare clothing. They then walked back home, wearing blue jeans and Michael now wearing a blue shirt, and Matthew wearing a red one. The druggy had ran the other way, scared of what these men had just done.
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(I’d be willing to bet a hundred pounds that Obama wouldn’t say that)
Lord knows not everything goes to plan.
The Docks of New York are a festering pit. A Haven for the Lost and the Corrupted. A cess pit of vile debauchery and hate. Needless to say Peter had been watching this place with avid interest. However he was hesitant to do anything about such a thing as close to home as it was.
When he found out however that a warehouse had recently been filled with a shipment of drugs large enough to keep all the junkies in the city in constant merriment he had to intervene.
When he arrived at the scene he spotted two guards out front. Both were very obviously armed. They stood closely together next to a single door entrance however and this was their biggest mistake.
Changing his fists to the size of mallets he dropped down on them the force of his fall combined with the density of his fist against their puny human skulls assured that they died before they even knew what was happening.
Leaving the men dead as they fell he drew his silence weapon once more. Opening the door he stepped into the darkness of the warehouse. He couldn’t see anything at all. The interior was in fact completely dark but for the small amount of moon light cast in by the opened door.
Peter moved along the wall hoping to find some kind of light switch. He guessed if it were this dark then no-one else was home. Suddenly a strong gust of wind pulled the door shut. A moment later all of the lights inside the warehouse went on at the same time.
Peter grunted closing his eyes for a moment. His slightly enhanced eyes were more fragile to sudden busts of light than usual. When he did open his eyes the sight before him was something he really rathered he hadn’t seen.
Against the back wall of the moderately sized warehouse was one of those big boat containers you see in movies and video games all the time. It wasn’t really that which confused/annoyed him though. It was the total lack of anything else in the room but for one other thing.
A man stood on the top of the container. He bore a smile of welcome and wore a rather old fashioned suit complete with top hat and cane. His hair was a perfect brown and barely visible over the hat. From what one could see it had been combed for the occasion.
“Greetings, masked man of God, tell us your name.” He spoke in a light English accent with the pronunciation of a well spoken man.
Peter had no intention of telling this man anything but the moment he was asked the question he felt something. A sensation, he felt, like a tugging on his mind and before he could stop himself he blurted out “Father John Mathews. I mean, Peter.”
Peter scowled at himself for revealing his identity. Why had he done that? More importantly who was this man that could make him blurt out his most precious secrets? Was he, perhaps, an angel of God? Or a Demon of Satan?
“That certainly explains all those crosses and the like. We’d started to wonder. Hadn’t we, Hugo?” The man asked looking down as he did so as if talking to the container. There was an animalistic grunt in reply and the sound of a very heavy object striking against the metal of the container. “Now, now, Hugo; you know Daddy had that reinforced.”
“Wanna kill him!” A hoarse nightmarish voice cried from within the container this time striking it twice like he as pounding gigantic fists against it. “Kill him! Kill Him! Kill him!” It, or what Peter assumed was Hugo, began to chant pounding its fists as it did so.
‘Daddy’ gently struck his foot against the top of the container. “Hush now, you’ll get your chance in a minute.” Hugo quietened instantly.
Peter had enough now and decided to call out this man who had trapped him. “You know who I am, Daddy. Who are you that traps me in such a manner.”
“Oh, ahahaha…” The man began to laugh in a somewhat genuine manner. “Forgive me, I am not your father. I would have to be a goody two-shoes moron who forced my son to become a priest instead of a fireman just because he had a little asthma.”
Peter was frozen where he stood. How had that man known such an intimate secret of his? Had he taken it from his mind in the way that he had made him reveal his identity or had he known who he was all along.
“You can call me Deliverance as I deliver you from stupidity, falsehood and the agonies of life on Earth.” He clapped twice when he was finished and the door to the container he stood on unlatched and slid across.
A creature resembling something once human plodded out of the container his footsteps causing a slight rumble in the ground. The man was seven feet and counting and built like a tank/bear hybrid. Every inch of his body seemed to be covered in thick muscle. He wore gigantic black shorts that, despite their size, still seemed to cling skin tight and nothing else. He was indistinguishably scarred here and there and Peter swore he saw some track marks on his arms. His eyes were a pale blue and decidedly vacant. Foamy drool dripped from his mouth as if he had rabies.
Peter squeezed the trigger. He was not aimed at the thing he assumed to be Hugo though. He was aimed at Mr. Deliverance assuming that hurting the ring leader would make the creature back down.
The bullet bounced off the air in front of him as if striking a solid, invisible object. Mr. Deliverance wagged a finger at him mockingly. “Uh-uh, Mr Mathews, that’s not going to work on me. Have fun now and don’t let Hugo out. He has a habit of running away.” With those parting words he simply disappeared leaving Peter to deal with the very mad-looking superhuman creature before him…
(More later)
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(shit double posted)
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(How did I manage to triple post!?)
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(well Mr. Bruntlesworth, I believe I said "President Obama was candidly recorded joking with an adviser" ; meaning that it was off the record and one of those moments where a politician thinks his microphone is off and says something 'off the cuff'. He's also a comic book fan, placing it in the realm of possibility that he would be aware of 'Gundam' and 'Anime'. Also....for further notice, I do not bet in increments of weight....Glad to have you back!)
.....Mr. Grey pounded away with mental blasts, while his damaged, temporary bodyguard did so with his own lethal hands. It was doing little good though, the kid was healing as fast as they could take him apart. Mr.Grey knew BB couldn't take another strike from the pseudo-hammer/meteorite. "His power lies within his hammer!" Mr. Grey yells. But as soon as the words he knew the mistake he'd made.
'Black Metal' Thor's eyes began to glow, and his wounds all seal. He was getting stronger, even with BB massive punches reining down. BB didn't hesitate though, he could see, with his one eye, that this was his last chance. The huge black man grabbed a hold of fake-Thor's hammer hand and used it to repay the hit he'd taken from the thing, to the face.
One, two, three times he smashed the god-thing's head into mush, and as he did so the illusion began to crumble. Not fade away, but actually crumble, it's final dying gift to it's assassins. Mr. Grey did his best to shield BB from the falling trees while the man composed himself. BB didn't take long, he regained his composure and shook the dizziness away like a pitbull after a dog fight. BB retrieved the Hammer, which was now a rock the size of a softball and he and Mr. Grey began their escape.
They easily made their way through the scared citizens of village, no more were they vikings, now simple townsfolk scared and confused. BB kept up well, even though his head was healing, no eye filled the socket. They approached the ship's hiding spot and time seemed to slow, but this time it didn't stop for BB. Mr.Grey had tried to freeze the big man's muscles again but found it too difficult now.
"What'chu doin?" He growled suspiciously.
"Removing the brain tumor....just like I promised....throw me the meteorite chunk." Mr. quickly covered.
BB's head was feeling better and so he tossed the rock to Mr. Grey, but as he did so he could feel his unstoppable muscles start to freeze in place. "Wha?......Oooooh you dirty lil' mutha...."
Mr. Grey caught the meteorite and tipped the brim of his hat as he started to enter his ship.
"What about the deal? huh? You said I could have a chunk of the west coast and you'd leave me be?" BB flexed while he angrily yelled.
"This....is a chunk of the West Coast....Have fun" Mr. Grey said with a sarcastic smile. He knew it would be next to impossible for the black man to gain followers up here, and that would keep him from growing unchecked.
As the Flying Saucer took off, BB's control over his muscles returned. He cursed the little Grey man and swore he'd find a way to pay the little 'two-timer' back. It was then that BB found the Gold circlet in his back pocket. The holographic halo that had allowed BB to look like a Viking on his approach. It looked like Mr. Grey had been in such a hurry to flee, that he'd forgotten to retrieve it.
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Posted on Thu Aug 09, 2012 16:49:28
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Michael and Matthew watched the Local News report on the TV. They saw the druggy that they'd left alive, and he was almost in tears as he explained how two men, Ace and Marksman, brutally killed the inhabitants of the drug den, while calling those inhabitants worthless. The brothers almost high fived, when they realised that they were being put into a bad light.
Matthew then left, knowing exactly what to do. Four hours later, and several different rifle parts later, he had a new silent sniper rifle, as well as a can of red paint bought from Brooklyn. From information Michael had given him, he was now lying on the roof opposite the headquarters of a gang. He then began firing away at all who wore the gangs dark purple. The Coney Destroyers they called themselves. It was ironic that they were the ones that would be destroyed.
After using all of the ammunition in the rifle, Matthew walked across to the buildings darkest corner, and literally stepped off the building. He then let both legs retract to their original shape, and began to walk across the street. If anyone saw him, they would see a small weasly man with dark ginger hair. He walked into the front doors, where he was almost immediatly shot at.
To his utter amazement, the bullets did extremely little to him. Oh he felt them alright, but it was like someone poking you with a sharp stick. He dropped the sniper rifle as the door closed behind him. The gunfire suddenly stopped, and the clicking of empty guns was heard from all around the room.
"Anyone who wishes to live, can do so by running out of the room and spreadint the word that Marksman is your new boss." Matthew said.
"And whats you our boss?" A gruff voice said from behind the oak table.
"You mean apart from your bullets doing nothing to me? How about this?" Matthew replied, then he lunged at the table. When he did though, his entire body stretched, his arms molded into one being, his chest stretched and tightened and his legs merged into one thing. His feet stayed on the floor, and Matthews hands lannded right next to the table, before his body followed.
Like liquid, his body formed a humanoid shape as his feet left the floor, and formed the head of this new humanoid form. It's colour changed from skin pink, to metalic silver, and seemed to have a pulse than ran from head to toe. It grew in size slightly, before ultimatly revealing a 6 foot, 8 inch man with a bald head and a big brown beard. This man looked over the table at the now scared gangsters.
"Last warning, work for me, or die."
Every man in that room, except five, either ran out of the room or declared Marksman as their leader right there. Those five that were defiant had the torturous death of a hole in the chest, followed swiftly by a broken neck or a bullet to the brain. Their bodies were then hung outside the building, with the words, Marksmen was here, doing what the police couldn't. Inside the building were hundreds of bullet casings and spent bullets, but no sniper rifle. On the building that Matthew had fired from were also no casings. Those had been picked up by Matthew as he left the building.
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Posted on Thu Aug 09, 2012 21:29:36
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Leaf was already up for the morning. He already finished eating some chicken flavoured cup of noodles. The young man is still uncomfortable in his room, which by the way looks like it'll fall apart any second now. He sat in his suit case with the laptop on his lap, right hand resting on his mouse and back against the brick wall. The room is lightly lit in blueish white light from the laptop screen, the young man felt as if his only world were inside this dark room, playing in the cyberspace that he had loved. He had been pretty much alone in this dark room for days, no contact made yet so far with the 'outdoor world' above him and his social life having been ruined by the police force that is after discovering his existence.
He had been playing 'Teamfortress2' for a while now, that was until One of the 7 core members all of a sudden decided to have a meeting. Online of course so that they wouldn't expose their most respected member. Seven names differently coloured appeared in a black chat box of some sort. On top of the chat box, everything is locked and saying the words 'private' in big bold white letters.
Leaf: So who called in this meeting?
Fear: Me, who else?
Leaf: Why did we all gather here?
Fear: I called you all here to share something interesting.
Fire: I hope that this is not another one of you guy's animé thing.
Fear: I assure you it isn't.
Bulletproof: That's a first.
Fear: f**k you _
Leaf: Back on topic, Fear.
Fear: Well you know in America, they were celebrating their 'official' hero. He is called the eagle. The white eagle some something like that.
Stalker: What ass munches!
Leaf: what's wrong with you, Stalker?
Stalker: I mean think for a minute guys! If I remember correctly, didn't they dissect that dude who could fly? Doesn't it mean that people with powers are being hunted like animals? Now the US has the nerve to announce a 'real' hero!
Leaf: Meanwhile I am being hunted by the police...
Silence: Sucks for you, pal.
Fear: hush now, I have more information to give.
Bulletproof: About what? That you found cat woman sleeping next to you naked?
Leaf: lol
Fire: lol
Stalker: jajajajajaja 
Silence: lol
Golden_flames: ha ha ha!
Bulletproof:
Fear: f**k you, cabron!
Fear: Anyway, gentlemen.
Golden_flames: good joke, Diego!
Bulletproof: All in a days work.
Fear: We now know that you aren't the only super hero in this country.
Leaf: huh?
Fear: There is a rumour going around the internet. In the country that we live in right now, there are 7 more super powered being other than you, Leaf.
Leaf: …
Fire: For real?
Golden_flames: There are more people out there like my brother?
Silence: Indeed interesting.
Fire: Sweet.
Bulletproof: What's so sweet about that?
Fire: Think, man. People with super powers battling on the streets and having videos about them updated on the internet.
Leaf: _
Fire: It will happen. It's not my fault that this is happening.
Fear: Indeed.
Leaf: So there are seven others, besides me?
Fear: Yes.
Leaf: You are telling me this so that we can all witness my decision?
Golden_flames: That's right.
Leaf: Bro, you already should know why attacked those gangsters, right?
Golden_flames: …
Silence: What are you guys talking about?
Leaf: ….
Golden_flames: …
Fear: Take your time answering.
Golden_flames: Control.
Leaf: Yes.
Golden_flames: You plan on controlling the other super powered people in Germany?
Leaf: No.
Fear: Don't give us a disappointing answer.
Leaf: I plan on fighting them to show who is the strongest super powered person in this country. I will show this country, hell, I'll show the whole European continent who they are f**king with.
Silence: You sound confident.
Bulletproof: Why do we control the 200 gangsters anyway?
Fear: Allow me to explain Leaf's plans.
Fire: I can't wait to hear this.
Fear: This man who is our friend, plans to conquer the city, for real this time.
Golden_Flames: Jesus help us! Leaf, you have lost it this time!
Stalker: That's why you wanted to make our online group into the real thing.
Fire: I support it.
Bulletproof: Yeah, I mean nothing can stop Leaf, except for the unknown.
Leaf: We had went through this G.F, bro. I am going to do this.
Golden_flames: You're insane!
Fear: I haven't told them of your powers yet Leaf. Should I?
Leaf: No. For all we know, we have a hacker reading this mess.
Fear: Right.
Leaf: Well this meeting was called to hint out that there are 8 super powered people in Germany. I got it.
Fear: I wish you don't encounter any of them.
Leaf: I still have to lay low until the cops finished looking for me.
Silence: Okay, we got the memo. Now how about we all play some Starcraft2?
Stalker: Your on, Blonde.
Bulletproof: Protos for the win!
Fire: Right on, bulletproof!
Golden_flames: I am only playing so that I can forget what Leaf said.
Leaf: I will have so many Zerglings that your computers are going to glitch and crash!
Fear: Just Try it, mother f**ker!
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The 10 orange apartments of the Blood-pact have been looked through. By the police, they talked to 'enough' people and they are keeping this place under a watchful eye. Having four or so patrol cars come through here every now and then. Marcel, Moritz, the half Turkish co-leader with the brown hair and slightly darker skin complexion and Timon the small blonde co-leader came together. They found out who posted the YouTube video and he was punished for his stupidity with a beat up.
Marcel text messaged on his smart phone toward Leaf's email address that they had taken care of the one who made the video. Leaf replied that he is pleased to hear that. But They both know that it didn't make much of a difference toward the situation.
Things are still hot in their area and the police have already checked out his abandoned home. Oddly they were catching on toward the young man's expectations, but now they had hit a dead end. The next thing the police would have to do is piece together where he had went. Assuming that he had left house only in a matter of days and not having booked a single train or air plane, he couldn't of gone out of the city.
The police have already talked to the people that know him personally, such as the one calling himself 'Golden flames' or 'Fear'. Fear is an excellent liar but 'Golden flame' on the other hand has issues on hiding his brother. But luckily for Leaf, he didn't tell him where he was hiding out. The only one who knows is Fear.
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Leaf is off, brushing his teeth again. Making himself go to bed for the night. He is experiencing solitude in his own way. He is asking himself whether he was a 'good' guy or a 'bad' guy. He is planning to conquer the city through relative 'gang violence' but he also wants people to support him as well instead of being 'conquered ' under him like the 'Blood-pact'. He wants both supporters and those people (gangsters) that he can step on.
He wants the city for himself. With the city he can have a place in the world where he is 'safe' from the unexpected forces. He could be respected in that one city and spare it and its people to continue on with their lives. This city is small an ideal place for him to spread his own influence on the population and control the 'big players' of the city, who think they got it cracking. But the stuff has gotten annoying, the police forces and law enforcers.
Thanks to them he has to lay low.
Unable to make a move until it all blows over and they leave his case.
Leaf has improved himself over the past several of days he had been blessed with these powers. He isn't going let the world catch him just yet! He wants to reach a certain level of power that makes him to the normal police force- if not already powerful enough. Even he has a weakness. Yes... his weakness is being isolated from the 'natural world'. He has the power to talk to animals and to control the forces of nature. He needs to over come this great weakness.
“The government can go suck my balls.” The young man told himself as he pulled the cover sup to his neck.
“I wont get caught just yet.” The man closed his eyes and buried himself in his suitcase.
He fell into slumber.
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volcanic_xr
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this is my introductory post, i will be putting up another with my introductory powers as soon as i write it, which is right after i post this. sorry for the long lenth but i have some catching up to do.....
Tutqiun= peace afuyaun= war (translated online but don’t quote me, it’s kind of a nod to the conflict between my characters past present and future)
Night of the event
Buck walked through the small northern Alaskan village, having its Fourth of July celebration, somewhat twisted in this region, mingling with the local Inuit customs. He wasn’t from Alaska, he had actually come here a few years ago, leaving behind a formerly successful life in Chicago, but it had been a new start, free of the responsibilities of society, here he only had to look out for himself. Heck, Buck wasn’t even his real name had been Charles Gilfree, but that was a different person to buck, like an old friend long forgotten. As he walked through the town buck decided to pay a stop to the tribes wise woman, an extremely old “healer” that buck had made a habit of visiting every time he came into the village to trade the hides he took, hunting and living out in the wild’s. Grandma, as he liked to call her, always seemed to have some sort of cookie or muffin waiting for him when he came by too. The locals believed she could see into the future but buck just called it Inuit superstition. As buck called into the hut and lifted the flap he was greeted by the smell of fresh blueberry muffins, the kind grandma made with the blueberries brought in by traders and made even better by the way they were cooked with whale blubber. She slowly hobbled into the room with a muffin and handed it to buck as she gestured for buck to sit down. She seemed very serious, even to the point of a grave edge to her tone and buck sat, half way through taking a large bit from the muffin.
“I knew you would visit me tonight young one”. The elderly woman said in her slow way, as if she had all the time in the world to pronounce each syllable. “tonight your fate changes, and soon you will be responsible for many lives beyond your own…”
More of her words became lost on Buck as his pace quickened and he failed to control his anger, no! he came here to get away from responsibility, nobody would ever rely on him again, he couldn’t be responsible for anyone, and his mind came back to the room
“…but who you become will be the choice of you and you alone.”
Buck stood up “keep your stupid fates.” He yelled “I live for no-one but me”
He adruptly stood up and stormed out of the tent, leaving behind a crumbled muffin and a crushed old woman”
He strode quickly through the town ignoring the jolly calls of “Buck” as some of the more drunken villagers called for him to join in their games. Quickly preparing his supplies and lashing them to his sled he set up his dogs, in all honestly both were half wolf, and called to Tutqiun and Afuyaun and he was off. The dogs new the way to camp and as he slid along in the cool night buck reached into his hide jerkin and pulled out a golden locket, warmed against his chest.
Engraved on the front was “forever love” and tears welled into his eyes as he looked at the picture inside showing him and the one woman he had ever loved, and failed, a reminder of his past so that he would never go back, staring at the picture it was impossible to keep the past from returning to him.
*****flashback*****
He was back in town a day early, the ASCE(American society of civil engineers) convention had ended earlier than planned and he wanted to surprise his wife, with a bouquet of flowers and a night out. After parking in a nearby parking garage and buying some flowers off a street vendor on the way Charles was heading home when he saw the smoke….where his apartment should have been. When he got to the scene there was the charred skeleton of his old home with fires crews all around, he tried his wife’s cell and no answer he ran to the nearest fire crew and when he finally got some new he sank to the ground and wept.
The fire was no accident, and his wife’s charred remains were only the tip of the iceberg, she hadn’t been alive when the fire started, because she had been raped and murdered before that. The entire incident was a gang retaliation. Charles worked for the city as an engineer and had just helped approve a city reclamation plan, a plan that involved tearing down some major gang hangouts in more rundown sections of town.
As the days and weeks went by after the fire something inside him snapped, all the forced sympathy and assurance, he just couldn’t take it, it was his fault his wife was dead and he knew it. Within the week all of his assets had been sold or donated and “Buck” was flying to Alaska
****night of the event****
Buck wiped the tears away from his eyes before they froze, jumping off the sled and unhooking the dogs, throwing them a piece of bloody meat he climbed into his small tent, forgoing the warmth of his shack for the night, he wanted to feel the bite of the cold night air, at least for a little while. He pulled some hides over him and gazed up at the sky, noticing for the first time, the most beautiful and odd thing he had ever seen, the meteorite passed between earth and the moon and cast brilliant hues throughout the northern sky, with that image in his mind and the locket in his hand buck closed his eyes and drifted to sleep
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volcanic_xr
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Posted on Fri Aug 10, 2012 05:16:35
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*post explaining powers, now i'll hold off on doing more story until someone else posts even though i'm still in the past*
Buck awoke in the morning feeling surprisingly energetic. Feeling productive he set out hunting and within a few hours had killed a caribou with a clean shot from his bow and was hauling it back home. Once he was there buck begin to prepare the kill. As he started to skin the “deer” his mind began to wander and buck carelessly slashed straight into his hand. He bolted upright and move quickly for his shack where he kept his meager first aid supplies but tripped over his own seat, buck toppled face first toward the ground and flinched for an impact that never came, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the cold hard ground inches below his face, and he was floating. Stunned, he slowly pushed his hands against the ground and managed to get back to his feet. Buck stumbled into the hut and grabbed for the small first aid kit, he was the cut with alcohol to see how bad it was and saw that the cute had stopped bleeding entirely but still looked like a pretty bad gash, he quickly bandaged the wound, wondering if the cold had somehow thickened the blood as it flowed from his wound. The fear of his wound behind him buck had time to think about what had just happened…he had floated. But that was impossible, maybe another part of his body had landed on something soft, it had to be! So buck scanned the entire area looking for some sort of explanation, finding nothing he tried to put his mind away from it by finishing his worked on the carcass laid out in his camp. He sat down and then noticed his knife just a few feet out of reach, feeling unusually tired he decided not to walk and grab the knife but tried to lean as far as possible and grab it, with his hand fully outstretched and still just sort of the knife buck concentrated purely on just grabbing the knife….when it suddenly jumped to his hand. He was so shocked that he immediately dropped the knife again, what was going on here? He had to still be dreaming all of this was just insane, what was wrong with him? Suddenly the wind tore through his camp and buck couldn’t even hear himself think. Frustrated he yelled at no one “stop this damned wind.” And the wind stopped, somewhat, where buck stood it was completely calm but just a few feet around him in all directions the wind continued to roar around him, he just didn’t hear a sound outside of his bubble. Buck had just a few seconds to look around in awe before he passed out from exhaustion.
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Physical: 2 pts
Healing factor: 1 pt basic
healing factor upgraded-tier 2 first upgrade (forum controller, upgrade for compatibility)
Mental: 2 pts
Elemental: 3pts basic power
Flight: 1 pt basic power
Telekinesis: 1 pt basic power
10 pts used = 0 remaining
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Posted on Fri Aug 10, 2012 17:36:18
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(i have been asked toadjust my powers to bring me to a current level with the other heroes)
Buck awoke with a slobbery face, One of his sled dogs was licking his face intently and buck gently pushed him aside. buck stood and looked around, the sky was fading to dusk and the air was just beginning to take on the colder edge that was often the case in the summer
he quickly attended to his dogs, though they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. he drug the still unfinished deer body to his ice chest and managed to heave the animal inside seeing as the container was for the most part empty. still feeling somewhat shaken buck stepped inside his hut to sit on the old wooden chair located by the fireplace.
he rapped his fingers against the hard arm of the chair as he undid the bandage on his hand, unnaturally free of blood and suprisingly there was just a small pinkish puckering in a line across bucks hand and staring at his hand a realization came over buck, something had happened to him, change him, and he had no idea what it was doing. today he heals faster, tomorrow he could go insane he had no clue but he thought he might know someone who did...grandma.
the next morning buck finished cleaning the dear and stretched the hide out to dry, he wondered if there would be any quality issues with his work seeing as there hadn't been time for many of his usual doings the day before, and odd thought when there was so much on his mind. buck killed his fires and was off.
after the short trip to the village buck moved quickly through the town, hoping to encounter as few people as possible and before long he was exactly where he wanted, and didn't want to be. as he stepped inside he wondered what sort of lecture he would have to sit through for his manners before he finally got any answers. this time there was no smell of muffins and as the old woman stepped out from the back part of the house, which buck had never acually seen she started in with a knowing voice.
"so it happened yes? and now you want answers? i told you that fate had much bigger plans for you my boy." lightning quick the old crone reach out and grabbed bucks hand with a strength far beyond her years, turning his hand over and examining it she tsked "must have been bad when you got it eh? well you won't be worrying about little things like that anymore, no i'd say wouldn't, oh wipe that dumbfounded look off your face boy and follow me."
as buck followed the old woman through her home he marvelled at how much bigger it appeared inside than out, she lead him to the very back of the house to room, oddly enough, with some sort of heavy metal door. inside the was an old looking bunny ears tv and some other minor radio apparatus along with two chairs. grandma guided him into one and took her place across from him.
"so boy, what can you do besides heal?" seeing his confused expression she seemed to become impatient, "oh don't give me that! we both know the event changed you and we both know you have powers now."
normally such an adrupt sentence from the old woman would have shocked buck but today he felt drawn to answer her and trust her, and why shouldn't he? she was the only one that could give him answers "well, i'm not really sure...all i know are that knives are jumping to my hands, i'm managing to fall without actually falling and i can do something to wind...." buck trailed off as he looked at the old woman, his hope and exhasperation nearly palpable as the old woman thought to herself.
finally she looked up and rattled off a quick list" you have abilities in elemental control, flight, telekinesis, oh and of course your healing factor" all buck managed to say was one sentence, that made him sound about as smart as he felt right now "i can fly?" the old women was clearly growing impatient with how little he knew at this point but quickly covered it back up, "well yes and no, at this point i'd say you're so green you probably couldn't hover more than half a foot over the ground, now look at this"
buck followed her to some sort of old screen but when it was turned on it had the clearest picture he had ever seen, the screen immediately cut to some news footage of supermen, specificalll some flying guy and a cracked out baby mama with super strength. "you see there are more of you, and alaska if no place for you to spend your days, you're important now, and you're going home!"
as buck began to argue he suddenly lost all his will to yell at the woman and his lids began to grow heavy, "yes, now you'll rest here while i make all the arangements" buck was asleep before he could get under the covers
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over the next few days grandma supplied him with a number of items he would need in chicago, many of which she shouldn't have had access to but any time buck began to question his mind suddenly became cloudy. overall he was provided with new clothes, a laptop, and a lighter, which she made him practice with, bending the flame this way and that or making it larger, nothing too complex for fear of blowing up the lighter in his own hand, which by the way, was as good as new.
a week after first coming to see grandma, buck was on a small flight taking him to a larger airport that would connect him back to chicago. buck still wasn't sure what had even convinced him to go along with this but with no control over it now he simply weaved the little ball of flame in and around his fingers, careful not to let the pilot see...
when buck finally left grandma crept back into the room with the metal door and only gave up her concentration. suddenly there was a smaller firgure there, will pale grey skin and eyes that were just too large, the grey walked over to a set of radio controls and spoke clearly through the mic "fledgling elemental heading to chicago, new address 21320 crispin street, recommend surveilance at this time, scout 3452 out"
healing factor now tier 2
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NeoLeaf
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Posted on Sat Aug 11, 2012 12:35:30
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Seagulls are flying around the city. Keeping watch on the police stations, uniformed officers patrolling the streets of the bad part of the city and patrol cars. The local population ignores the existence of these sea birds towards a respective manner, not seeing them as spies, but rather as either nuisance that want food from them or animals to observe. Unwary of the avian spies, the police who were hunting Leaf were being watched from the sky's most abundant wildlife. Of course these birds given by their intelligence don't always do a good job, not to mention a few times they would get distracted by food laying somewhere on the ground or in a child's hand. But in most cases they serve as great observers.
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One of those white Seagulls had perched itself on a dirty unused balcony of a blue apartment complex, It stretched its wing and dived its head under it and began using its beak to 'scratch' or 'peck' something. Maybe doing this for comfort or maybe just cleaning itself from small things, who knows why? It did what it wanted to do.
A glass door, connecting the apartment and the dirty balcony their stood a boy looking at the white bird.
Very dark brown hair silky hair that spirals around the boy's head, relatively 'shiny' and having some hair covering his left eye. He is going through puberty, just like the boy named 'Fear', his pupils' colour are seemingly endless black, under his pointy nose he has an outstanding moustache, even more mature than Leaf's, a somewhat triangular lower face and a tan skin complexion. The boy wore a red T-shirt and black track pants with red two skinny stripes on each side. Walking around with black wool socks and having stopped to look at the white bird. His body shape would be labelled as 'skinny but he has impressive leg muscles and arm muscles for a person of his age group. He plays basketball and runs around, being almost in par with Leaf's physical build up and having ties with him a lot.
His name is Fire, one of the seven core members of the 'Dark Gamers Society' that founded the internet group. He is a veteran when it comes to 'First Person Shooter' pc games, having played 'Call of Duty' in his childhood and having seen enough 'blood' to stay calm and collected before going into a 'FPS' game. This young Spaniard is not to be underestimated, he is as confident in his gaming as he is intelligent in his school. Grades are mostly good and he dreams of being a programmer.
This youth kept looking at the Bird.
“This is my ball!” a smaller boy sprung from behind him. Knocking Fire forward against the glass door.
The bird responded by taking off flight to find itself a better spot for its privacy.
“Cabron!” shouted Fire, at his little brother.
The boy is still a boy under the age of thirteen. His appearance is rather girly when you first look at him. Long black hair straight that touches his shoulders easily, a 'cute' face of a child if you were to ignore the few strands of transparent moustache hair emerging as he gets close to Fire's age, a more downward nose than Fire's and dark brown eyes. The boy skin is almost pale, smooth and his body is weak and skinny. Wearing black track pants and a thick sleeved black shirt.
The Boy is called Bulletproof, the half brother of Fire and one of the seven core members of the 'Dark Gamers Society'. He is a child who likes doing what he sees right and he expresses much more emotion than his older brother, Fire, who pretty much always lacked social understanding and kept an expressionless face.
Bulletproof is smiling and waving his skinny arms violently as if he were a rag doll controlling its arms. Also he loves to take dialogues from games like in 'Teamfortress2', when he is being thanked he would say 'All in a days work', should he be threatened he would say 'Fight me, I dare you', If all the core members came together to eat at one place he would be polite and say 'Gentlemen, Mentle-gen.' and the list goes so on and so forth.
Fire looked at him, not believing that his brother had actually threw him off his balance when he was staring at a white Seagull. He turned his body to face the boy wearing black and gave him a soft punch on the shoulder.
The boy stopped swinging his arms violently to succumb with the small pain that Fire gave him on the shoulder. The two spoke fluent Spanish to one another other.
“What do you want?” asked Fire.
“That Fire is a spy.” he said in English.
“You want to play Teamfortress2?” Fire raised one eyebrow and has his arms stretched as if to say 'Do you?'.
“No, I came to spook you and to give you money.” Bulletproof said, rubbing his shoulder where Fire had landed a soft punch on him.
“You have no money, brother.” Fire eyed the little human as he began to think.
“Mum told me to tell you that you are going shopping.” Bulletproof stretched his sleeved arm and gave the Spaniard a blue crumbly 20 Euro bill.
“You might want to come with me,” Fire shrugged.
“I don't know what you eat anyway.”
“Fine.” his cheeks were filled with air and his dark brown pupils are on the edge of his eyes, looking away from his brother.
Fire couldn't help but smile. He gave his brother a little push on his back as they headed through the narrow apartment hallway towards the door. Grabbing their separate raincoats from the hooks they were hanging from and getting a reliable suitcase on wheels. They walked out of the door of their apartment.
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The hallway changed from white to a light orange colour, This was no more the apartment building of Fire and Bulletproof. Instead It was the House of Silence. The white door had opened and in came a figure. Taking his shoes off, getting rid of his backpack and jacket. As if he were in a hurry. He was in a hurry to go into his room and play on his PC.
The boy is a year older than Bulletproof, a year younger than Fire, He is called 'Silence'. He has short crazy blonde hair, cold icy blue pupils, smooth handsome face and a more squarish lower face. His skin is a tad pink, his body size and physical are abnormal for a boy his age. He is muscular thanks to a lot of physical activity, he eats a balanced diet that his parents have planned and he stands almost as tall as Leaf himself.
The boy is polish, he comes form the country of 'Poland' but thanks to his father's job as a ship engineer he has to move constantly. He now resides in the crap city of Germany, luckily for him that he is in one of the few peaceful places in the city that people form the 'bad part' have never went to or heard off. He lives a rather interesting life. He is aiming to be in the Olympics when he grows older and he wants to be an engineer like his father. Not to mention that he has his way of life planned unlike most of his friends, I mean, eating, physical activities, studies and having little or no time to talk to his fiends in person.
The boy was in his underwear and heading for his room. Where he would have his own little free time to play for 2 hours on the computer. Silence is a hardcore Starcraft2 fan, he has been interested on the subject for awhile now. He grew tired of the 'FPS' games, getting his butt whooped by kids his age or having Fear kill him of in 'Battlefield 3'. Strategy games don't have annoying kids because kids 'can't think', all they can do is shoot rather than command and flame one another on the forums or chat screen.
The boy's room is small but well decorated. On his walls are medals, swimming and diving, a nice set of trophies of swimming too. Most of these awards are in being first place. This just proves that his kid has the strength and confidence to become an Olympic champion. He might be the next one to break a record. On the far end of his room is a small bed, a poster of 'Winnie the Pooh' that he had as a child, a few shelves with strategy games and a cage containing a white little bunny.
Silence didn't say anything as he started to boot up his computer. He grabbed his glasses and placed his right hand on the mouse.
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The hand moved away from the mouse. The room is in utter darkness. The desktop set is no more, now before you is a laptop and a mouse. The light of this laptop captures the figure in the darkness, who lays back in his office chair and stretches his arms high up towards the ceiling of his apartment. Dark brown hair, glasses reflecting the white light of the laptops screen, skin covered in bluish white light. This young man's name is Stalker. Like his name implies he is something of a stalker, but he doesn't do intentionally. He is silent most of the time and you can't even hear his breathing or any sound that he makes.
Despite his silent nature he is a joker like Bulletproof. A teenage boy from Portugal, just like Fear. Only difference between the two is that Stalker still lives in Portugal and that Fear lives in Germany. The two were best friends and still are, but they wont be seeing each other face to face for awhile. He is the same age as Fear and loves to play 'realistic' 'FPS' games. His favourites so far are 'Battlefield 3' and 'Arma 2'. His specks are pretty much unknown, thanks to Fear, not talking about him all that much. Proving how good Fear is in keeping his friends secret.
Stalker finished stretching and scooted away from his desk. He felt like taking a piss, he has been on that computer for awhile and now it was time to get up before his bladder explodes. He walked slowly out of his dark room and through the door way of the bright hallway.
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Out from his room comes a different person. This was no more the room of Stalker, but rather the house of Golden flames. This adolescence is overweight, muscular in a sense and he reeks pretty badly. His dark brown afro hair is braided up and reaching his shoulders almost, he still has his chubby baby face and unshaven lower neck. His skin is in more colours than one. He is tan, has pale white spots from 'fiery' accidents from his legs, sunburn on his arms from spending time in Alps, his belly is yellowish tan like a china man and his palms are pink.
It is hard to believe that Leaf and him are full blood relatives, having come from the same parents but yet looking so differently and having different opinions of the world they see. This over weight relative of Leaf is different to Leaf, not only by appearance but also by interest and perspectives. Golden flames is a hard worker when it comes to studying, he pretty much abandons his memories as a child to make room for studied subjects and interests on his new life. Leaf respects his childhood memories and keeps them, thus giving him a hard time to study.
Golden flames also is a great slacker. He is very lazy, thinking that his 'superior knowledge' grants him to laze around and sleep. One of the things that you should dislike about him is probably his personality. He is rebellious in his own way, sees people who don't know things that he does as 'idiots' and he despises people 'like Leaf'. But his good side is that he like a few key things like Leaf. He like animé and PC games, just like any other core member of the 'Dark Gamers Society'. He is an average gamer, nothing all too special about him and his lust for animé has reached its limit.
The overweight young man walked towards the door to go outside. He wanted to play tennis for the time being so Golden flames can forget about Leaf. His steps could be heard as he walked towards the door and to grab the door with his thick hand.
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The door was pushed with a different hand. A hand darker than caramel and the door handle being pretty rusty. The room is dark and cold. Cracks on the grey cold cement floor and holes all over the brick walls in that room. Insects, a few of them scurrying about and spiders staying still in their dark hiding spots. This is the current living place of Leaf. The man walked out of his 'bathroom' after washing himself up.
He sighed as he walked through the darkness with his small baseball sized fireball for light towards his 'bedroom'. The room with the suitcase and his laptop. It was time to play again with his friends with some more PC online games. This time they are going to play Left4dead 2, a zombie game that was popular in the recent years of PC gaming.
The man slammed himself into the suitcase and placed the laptop on his lap.
“All right guys,” He told himself.
“I have time to play for three hours before I go to bed.” He smiled lightly as he saw that his friends were online.
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Posted on Sat Aug 11, 2012 16:49:28
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He watched the news report on 'Marksmen' and 'Ace' with great interest, these had been the sort of people he had been searching for since he developed his powers. Just another two men with gifts that are using them to wipe the world free of corrupt filth, his sort of people. He hoped they would prove the be reasonable men when he got into touch with them, after all it was a perfectly reasonable assumption to make that they may in fact believe him to be a criminal and simply attempt to kill him on sight. If that happened though, he was fairly sure he could handle himself, he was God after all, he was Lyre.
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The entire warehouse fiasco had been totally planned by our fine friend Lyre, down to the deranged junky popping him in the face and also the explosion of the building and the death of some of his most devout followers within it. It had been a risky plan, if the FBI had traced his rather clear internet path too quickly and ambushed the warehouse before he enacted his plan then the chances were that Lyre truly would have died that night. Once again however, the universe had proven that Lyre was it's chosen champion.
The shooter within the warehouse had been mentally controlled by Lyre the entire time, in truth he never would have thought Lyre as he was one of the few that believed the man's claim to being God. The figure shot upon the stage was in fact nothing more than an Astral Projection that Lyre had gained the ability to do with his last jump in power, Lyre had never even been near the warehouse that night. The three bullets the gunman fired were each controlled by Lyre's telekinesis and each found their mark perfectly, including the one that he made bounce off of the far wall and hit a main-power supply this causing the explosion.
All of this was not only caught on tape, but was streaming live on the internet to thousands on super-hero-nuts, including Lyre himself who had watched it at home.
The plan had went off without a hitch, and Lyre was fairly confidant that that should have shaken the FBI for the time being, and he was also sure that he had overstepped his reached a little too early. He was clearly still growing stronger, he would wait until he was sure he could defeat America's law enforcement until he attempted such open attacks on them again.
For the time being, Lyre was dead to the public. Lyre was dead, and 'Justice' was born. These fellows Marksmen and Ace seemed to operate under pseudonyms as Lyre preferred to do, that meant they were careful and most likely wouldn't associate with anyone stupid enough to use their real name in this line of business.
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So, using his rather extensive criminal connections Lyre put the feelers out for these two men, and quite quickly discovered that they had recently staged an attack, and hostile takeover, on a small time gang called 'The Destroyers' on Coney Island. Lyre was on the island the same night, and within hours of his arrival he picked up one of the 'crew members' of the destroyers and brainwashed him to get in touch with his bosses by any means necessary and relay the message "Justice has seen your work, a meeting is in order perhaps?" When the man spoke it would in fact not be his voice he done so with, but Lyre's. It was an easy enough thing to do, to simply implant a sort of mental recording in the man's brain that would activate on sight of his bosses. It was a way of proving he wasn't a normal idiot wanting to follow them around like a mascot, but in fact one who shared their unique powers and wanted to become partners with them.
Either way Lyre would watch the news, these men seemed to like delivering messages via the local media so the chances are his reply would come through that...
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volcanic_xr
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Posted on Sat Aug 11, 2012 18:38:03
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(yay, new posts!)
buck sat in his apartment tossing a baseball sized fireball back and forth between his hands. he hadn't really practiced any of his powers besides small manipulations of flame but he had no more excuses now that he was moved in. he didn't have a job yet but he had enough money that there was really no reason to put all his energy into a job search just yet, buck had sent in a few random applications and now he was content sitting here on his couch.
as his eyes traveled back to the flame he wondered what he could actually do with these powers, cautiously he shrunk the fireball and started drirecting it farther away from his hands, almost immediately he lost control and sent it flying into his wall, burning away some of the paint and leaving a small circular scar in the wall...oops. buck flipped his lighter open to grab a new flame and try again. this time he shot the flame at the wall but then focused on pulling it back, the ball shot toward the wall and then zipped straight back to his hand hovering.
buck let a small smile flash between his lips as he celebrated his slight increase in control over his power and put out the flame by dropping it into his glass of water. havving new found confidence buck lifted the glass with telekinesis, tipping the glass to pour out the water and planning to suspend the water as a ball as it fell from the bottle. however, he didn't realize the immense concentration his telekinesis took and was unable to manipulate element so it poured onto the carpet, soaking a small area.
feeling somewhat stupid, he placed the glass back on the table, feeling a little drained, but the feeling passed quickly and buck assumed that was his healing factor at work. no longer focused on the telekinesis he looked to the wet part on the carpet, focusing soley on the water he managed to slowly draw it from the carpet in serpentine lines, coalescing them into and orb a few feet above the floor, warily he moved the orb above his sink and released it.
having practiced a bit buck decided to see if he could find out anything about the other super powered being. using telekinesis once more he pulled the laptop to himself and sat it on his folded legs. he began floating a few inches above the cushions as he searched both public and shady sites.
all in all he did learn a few things, the flying man, disected. some astronaut? practically a superman and endorsed by the U.S.. there seemed to be rumors about multiple killers delivering some brand of vigilante "justice" as they called it and some terrorist named Lyre had been killed at a meeting of his followers, but no real information about how to better grow or control actual power, buck closed his laptop in frustration
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NeoLeaf
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Posted on Sat Aug 11, 2012 19:02:52
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( more new post! )
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Leaf was interrupted with his game... his laptop got bugged.
He checked out the interent efore playing a pc game again with his friends. He looked over to the recently famous news on the internet, Something about some terrorist fanatic guy calling himself 'Lyre' preaching on about something of a new age or era, that was until the place got stormed and explotions went all over the place. It was interesting, because Leaf believed that religion is one of the causes of the world's problems, He himself is a baptised christian and knows this feeling of being 'faithful' toward 'god and his son'. But sadly as human practice goes, there are seporate types of christains that hate one another- if not another religion.
He remembered having issues with Orthadox christians from eastern Europe and Russia, intense those people. Catholics, He can't say too much there. So far he had only witnessed cathlic kids rather than adults. Not to mention the current Pope is something of an asshole, like any other german politician.
Now to imagine a 'New religion' with a 'New asshole'. According to him, most great preachers often become peaceful assholes who 'have it all'. Leaf had silent thoughts about this that he should not mention even to himself. Atleast these guys took care of that 'Lyre' dude. After seeing the video and reading the data in various forms and perspectives, he had enough of it.
He clicked out of MSN and went back to playing online games before going to sleep for the night.
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Posted on Sun Aug 12, 2012 01:43:54
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(It's Spelt Catholics New, not Cathlics. Second Paragraph, start of second sentence)
Matthew had been watching the news, watched as the man called Lyre had seemingly been killed. "Seems suspicious to me," Michael had told him. " That this guy who could defeat the FBI if he had more control over what he could do suddenly dying when he turns up the heat. Those gunshots just so happening to cause an explosion? Please." Michael had then left the room to go change their outfits. Not that he needed to, of course, but soon they'd be burning them and Michael had to know what his outfit looked like.
It had left Matthew some time to think. Although his brother didn't have any super senses, he'd been able to have a general sense of what to not walk into. Matthew had always out it down to his brother being familiar with Coney Island, but with that doubt of Lyres death, he began to wonder if his brother really did have enhanced hearing or something.
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It was not until a few days later that Matthew walked into the Destroyers hideout, dress as a sharp suited chinese guy. Why? you ask, because no one within the destroyers was chinese, and it made him feel like a badass, just strolling in like that. He walked until one of the underlings gave him a message, in a voice that wasn't his own. Matthew thanked the man, asked him to tell this 'Justice' yes, and continued. He walked into the office of the Destroyers, and looked at the man in the eyes.
"How much do you hate my guts right now?" He asked the man behind the desk. This man was in his fifties, and had a shaved head with a white/gray goatee. His arms and legs were semi muscular, and were the result of the man working out just to keep his body healthy, and to help him run from cops. He was the Boss of the destroyers. This man, instantly pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at Matthews face.
"hmm, that pissed then. Why don't you pull the trigger."
"Because it would be a waste of a shell." The man replied, his voice husky and croaky. "Now wadouyawan?"
"I want a quarter of yesterdays take."
"Not the weeks?"
"No, because I didn't own this gang a week ago, I've owned it for two days and a half. So I'm only counting yesterday."
The Boss looked at him, putting the cash on the table. "You seem to be naive in the way things are run in this world, boyo."
Matthew leaned in closer. "That's because I'm normally the guy behind the Rifle, killing guys like you for cash. Now though, you guys pay me and Ace, and you boys will be going places."
The Boss smiled. "So you leave all the business stuff you me, the dirty work for the boys and you'll get us some new customers? Seems like you know more than you're letting on.
"Thats because a smart businessman doesn't spill is secrets." Matthew told the Boss, taking the money. "I'll see you boys next time."He said as he left the building. He then began his walk back home, unaware that he was being followed be a young woman with what appeared to be a belt on her arm.
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Posted on Sun Aug 12, 2012 02:05:07
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Lyre waited a day and a half, during which there was no news reports about the strange duo, growing impatient Lyre snatched the same destroyer he had last time and read his mind. As it happened he had met with the leader, and he had said yes to a meeting.
Using the same method Lyre sent back the message "Your base, four hours from now. I will not be followed."
Lyre of course knew where the Destroyer's hideout was, he had just read the man's mind after all.
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