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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 19, 2008 0:01:12 GMT -5
(Note- I finished this a lot faster than I thought I would have. o.o)
Timeline: Futuristic
Power Level: Mid-Tier Medium
Story:
On every world, wherever you go, whatever you do, there are eyes watching you. How many and whose they are, you don't always know. You can't always know.
Who is watching you, today? You, too, have eyes.
Just try to catch me.
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(You guys can enter your characters anywhere. Really, anywhere. Time and place and activity of choice totally up to you.)
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 19, 2008 0:43:27 GMT -5
"The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately." The screeching of sirens nearly drowned out the mechanized female voice speaking over the facility's speakers, and almost even covered up the sound of automatic gunfire behind him, the red pulsing alarm lights making blood splotches look like mere discolorations on the walls and he couldn't hear the pounding of his own steel-clad feet, either, but he didn't need to.
A bullet whizzed by. It would have been a head shot, but wasn't. And the two that followed it should have clipped his left arm, but didn't. He turned back as he ran to fire at the soldiers pursuing him. One shot skimmed one's shoulder while the next pierced through his chest, and two more hit home on another. With that, he wheeled around the corner at the end of the hall and slammed his hand against the door switch. The moment it slid open, he was through it. He ran the facility layout through his head as he ran. Two more doors and the seaplane would get him out of the bio-weapons facility before it exploded.
Daniel Hawkin's mission was nearly complete.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 19, 2008 1:10:47 GMT -5
*Daniel Hawkins*
His steel boots slamming into the floor was suddenly audible over the blaring sirens, and suddenly behind him.
"Oh! A seaplane! How clever! It's never been done before!" A girl's voice shouted out, clear over the noise. Clad in black, cape billowing out as she ran, tailing him too easily. How-?
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Post by zandyne on Jul 19, 2008 5:07:32 GMT -5
(Not sure how to do this, but eh giving it a shot.)
Jack Graves stood utterly dumbfounded in front of the husk of metal in front of him. "How....how do you work this thing again?" He'd mumbled to the air and possibly the basket of utterly filthy bed sheets by his feet. He'd been in the room now for a good hour or so repeating himself and pressing utterly random buttons on the huge cube of metal. And to think, he still needed help doing such a simple chore.
He scratched his head, "What did happen to those reminders?" Jack was sure he'd left behind blazing, neon pink post-its all over the machine the last time he'd encountered the problem...or was it Rosemary who had before she'd left...? Regardless he was still helpless on the issue.
The Skull King ground his nonexistent teeth from his ethereal perch. As much as he would adore being able to aid his charge in getting the useless task done, he was just as ignorant on the subject despite how many times he'd watched it being done. He maneuvered Jack's arm to aim for the great, blue jug of detergent that sat on the washing machine. Slapping Jack's arm in that direction yielded positive results-
"EH?!"
usually.
The container had landed with a thud and a sound of surprise from Jack. The young man scratched his head for the seemingly fifteenth time out of confusion.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 19, 2008 10:54:18 GMT -5
*Daniel Hawkins* His steel boots slamming into the floor was suddenly audible over the blaring sirens, and suddenly behind him. "Oh! A seaplane! How clever! It's never been done before!" A girl's voice shouted out, clear over the noise. Clad in black, cape billowing out as she ran, tailing him too easily. How-? The mercenary looked back at her and, though his face didn't reflect it, he recognized her as the belly-poking girl. He turned back forward, but his mind was racing around other things. What was she doing here? Could the Songbird be active again? All sorts of possibilities raced through his head as he cleared the last door and jumped into the plane, getting in the pilot's seat. "Just get in," he ordered her. "Unless you fancy being scattered halfway across the state." |
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 19, 2008 14:30:59 GMT -5
(Oops! Forgot Eri!)
*Jack Gaves + Skull King*
The sheets at Jack's feet winced at the impact. "Hey! Watch it, buster!"
*Daniel Hawkins*
"Ahhaha." He hadn't seen or heard her bumble in after him, and he definitely never saw her strap herself into a passenger's seat beside his, or summon a pilot helmet, complete with the microphone. No, she just happened to be there when he looked.
"What state is it? Texas?" She asked, grinning around like she'd lost her mind. "Or the state of the union? Who the heck even taught you how to fly a plane? Seat belts, people!"
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 19, 2008 18:38:51 GMT -5
Thoughts dissipated into the droning music. The Black Diamond was known for it's black lights and ambient female moaning sounds to go along with the techno. Aden was sitting alone at a round table, half invisible in his black clothing. A few of his "children" were scattered around. They were just his closest cronies in his semi-gang, people he could depend on. A woman entered began to approach him with a most peculiar and incredibly strong tie to Aden. A secret admirer? A few of his children moved in to search the woman before she could get to Aden, but he waved them off, giving them the "on guard" signal. He didn't seem to detect any aversion or cold hatred coming from her. She walked right up to Aden's table. She was in simple clothes, Jeans, a bright blouse, its color difficult to discern in the lighting. She had with her a brownish handbag with her as well.
"Hey, take a seat." He was leaned back in his chair, relaxed. The woman had some sort of shimmering disbelief or amazement in her eyes...she remained silent and possible shocked in awe?
Aden flagged the bartender down, "Hey Tony, two over here."
The woman shuffled nervously as the Tony brought two drinks over to their table. "So what's your name?"
"Name?"
"Yeah, you know, what people call you?" Aden laughed, trying to break the tension she seemed to be feeling.
"Monica..." she stared at Aden, hunching forward, not taking a sip from her drink. Aden picked up his glass, preparing to take a drink, asking her "Are you ok?"
She didn't respond, but seemed to hunch forward even more, anticipating something. His drink. Time seemed to decelerate, getting slower and slower for Aden. He stopped just before taking a sip from his drink, perturbed that Monica was simply staring at him. The sounds around him began to die down, drowned out in suspicion. He noticed the bartender looking at him in his peripheral vision, and quickly glanced toward him. Tony instantly looked away from Aden, turning his eyes towards the glass he was holding and began wiping it with a rag, pretending not to have been staring. Aden turned back toward Monica, who was now looking slightly panicked, her eyes darted from Aden to his drink, then back to Aden.
Aden worriedly looked for one of his children, and found one, James, his number two, sitting in a table behind Monica, but he wasn't looking toward Aden. Aden stared at him, hoping he would turn his way soon. Time was beginning to crawl. James looked toward Aden finally and then looked away, but Aden held his stare and James double took. He had his attention. Aden hand-motioned below Monica's line of sight, finishing his motions with a fist. James nodded, and began to get up from his chair, moving toward their table and reaching inside his coat. Aden looked back to Monica, seconds were crawling by like minutes.
Her eyes were darting around, to the bartender, to Aden, and her body was showing panic. It's time to move! Monica's nostril's flared and her eyes widened as Aden began to get up from his seat. Her strong tie wasn't secret admiration, but extremely passionate vengeance and secret and zealous loathing...from where though? He had no time to wonder. She reached into her handbag and pulled out something silver, getting up from her chair. Aden took a step back and Monica raised a knife. Time almost seemed to stop. She had the devil in her eyes as she moved toward Aden. Then there was a gun shot. Blood shot out from her chest and her body lunged forward. Aden saw the passion in her eyes become wash away as she died before her face even hit the floor. A few people screamed, but the general apathy in the club all but blotted the screams out. Aden looked at Monica, her arms sprawled out in front of her, a small pool of blood already forming, Her knife a few inches from her hand. Time started to go back to normal, and the furor of the club came too.
Aden looked toward James, who was already putting his gun back in his coat. He met his gaze and nodded, to show his thanks. He looked back towards Monica when he remembered Tony. Tony had now gone completely pale. Aden walked quickly toward him.
"Look, Mr. Turrido, wait! Just let me -" Aden slammed his fist down on the counter, closing his eyes. He brought his trembling hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Why?"
"Why..." Tony parroted back in fear.
"Why'd you do it!" Aden's eyes were now open and glaring at him, more red than normal.
"Look, ok! She paid me a lot of money, I mean a lot, and she-"
"WHY?"
"I-I dunno, I don't know, she told me not to ask any questions and..."
Aden had already began walking off back to James. How could Tony do this to him after all he'd done for him...over money no less. He whispered to James rather non-discretely, looking back at Tony multiple times, who was now sitting down, staring at the ground clutching his stomach. All color had draim from his face.
"He was in on this, drugged my drink I think."
James said nothing in reply. "Why don't you take a few of our boys and teach him a lesson."
James simply nodded.
Aden paused, and then put his hand on his shoulder. "You did good James..."
Again James said nothing, but he saw the rising pride and admiration in him, and with that he pat him on the shoulder once more. "Im'a take a walk"
As Aden was moving to the door, he spat at Tony "I hope you clean this mess up too, or you'll be looking like it."
With that, Aden headed outside through a back entrance. He still had the jitters from the fear and adrenaline pulsing through his body. He walked down the dark alley a bit and then rested his back against a wall. He let himself slide down till he was sitting on the ground and just breathed with his eyes closed, wishing that he had simply let Monica kill him.
(Sorry for the length everyone x.X )
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 19, 2008 20:00:10 GMT -5
(Don't apologize, Beany! That was a GREAT post!)
Daniel ignored her, starting up the engine and pulling the plane out. He didn't have time to argue. In moments, they were airborne, and he reached down to tap something at his waist that she couldn't see. A moment later, it wasn't the hardened mercenary that was sitting next to True, but a familiar blue-haired Talihin girl.
"What are you doing here?" she asked immediately, her tone noticeably more refined and less ironclad than Daniel's. "This is not even your timestream."
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Post by zandyne on Jul 19, 2008 21:45:44 GMT -5
Jack immediately did a double-take at his laundry suddenly speaking. His brows furrowed and took turns in being raised and lowered with faint cynicism and full-blown surprise. "A boogie?" He muttered to himself, "No wait, it's way too modern-sounding and whiny...and small,” he gave a hard glare at the basket, "a dust-bunny overlord?" It was utterly possible in his line of work, just not in his line of expectations that something like it would form in his laundry room no less.
He shuffled as discreetly as he could over to the cabinet by the door and deftly reached into the wooden container, his eyes never leaving the suspicious basket of once-innocent clothing as his hand felt around for the bottle of holy water he kept in there. It was utterly possible in his line of work, and any exorcist worth his salt would never be caught holy waterless- in his own house anyway.
The Skull King scoffed and let out an annoyed yawn as Jack seemed to be skirt-dancing around the small laundry room to the cabinet shoved in the corner, he always did look like a fool. But, like any good hypocrite, the Skull King was curious as to what exactly had made the sound; he chanced and strained against the invisible bond that branded him and the boy to get a better look at the laundry in question.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 20, 2008 0:04:11 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
Out the back door, through the vaguely moonlight alley. It was almost perfect, the gasoline that suddenly stung his nose.
"Monica..." She whispered.
Standing before him was that murderous woman, blood draining out of a gory hole in her chest. She was board-stiff, a nickel plated .35 shaking in her right hand.
She raised it. "My name-" She howled it out like all the rage and poison in a thousand drinks. "-is Monica!"
BANG! BANGBANGBANG!
*Daniel Hawkins*
Once airborne, the android turned the crazed grin over at her. "Doing? What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I am True! Guardian of the World, Time, Space, and Chosen of the Songdove! What the hell do you think I'm doing here?"
True's eyes focused straight through Nayra, though, and out beyond the plane where it was way past her bedtime. Out to invisible clouds that, as they climbed, were becoming a little more visible, lining just vaguely in green, and growing a little brighter.
*Jack Graves + Skull King*
The laundry in question just whimpered and shifted, whining incoherently. Then it seemed to fight against itself, like something rising, struggling to the surface-
A lime green, plastic Tyrannosaur poked its head out, fading white teeth bared, laughable arms frozen with the rest of him, like some kid was just waving it around.
"I will breathe fire in your face and make you cry!" It whined, jaws stuck wide in an eternally silent roar.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 20, 2008 0:13:17 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Please accept my sincerest apologies, True," Nayra answered as she drew one of her guns, "but you are malfunctioning. I promise to personally see to your maintenance when we are somewhere where it can be done safely." And with that, she attempted to shoot the alien android through the skull.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 20, 2008 0:31:17 GMT -5
*Nayra Sturiesk*
True's grin faded, staring down the barrel. She didn't really make a noise as the bullet struck home, burying itself in her brain. She didn't really do much except jerk for a few seconds and then slump down into her seat, blue coolant oozing out of the hole in her forehead and onto her lap.
When had that helmet gone away? Well, not that it mattered.
"Now... You've got me really curious."
The voice was the girl's, but came from behind, above, even, above Nayra. "I mean, what do you even know about my mechanics? Just because you're vaguely alien doesn't mean alien tech is suddenly a snap for you or anybody else with blue hair. Jerk. You probably even killed me!"
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 20, 2008 0:39:24 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"You have an automatic reboot built into your core processor that activates backup systems after termination of primary systems occurs," Nayra answered. "You use level 27 coolant and function on a transitory biomatrix at an average of 76% capacity," she answered. "And clearly, some sort of planar anomaly is allowing you to be present, resulting in your dislocation and influence on the surrounding environs."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 20, 2008 0:49:47 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"I don't reboot when you shoot a friggin laser in my head!"
The android in question suddenly leaned out beside Nayra's seat, despite the same android being quite still and certainly strapped in on the 'passenger' side. "Now I don't even know what any of that means because you damaged my brain!" This 'second' True tapped her head for emphasis on the last word.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 20, 2008 0:56:30 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"You might wish to restrain yourself," the girl advised instead of arguing. No sooner had she done so than the base they had left exploded, sending a shockwave that rattled the plane and would throw anyone not strapped in about like a ragdoll.
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