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  1. The Ragtag Theatre on Hitt Street in Columbia, MO has a rather unassuming exterior. It is painted darkly with a small window-front; the building used to be a pizza place, and a t-shirt shop before that. The owners of the Ragtag have done a lot of work to create a premier Independent theatre, and it's succeeded. And, they also sell beer, which may help their popularity. Tonight, the perverbial red carpet has been unfurled, and it's perverbial only because the Ragtag doesn't have a red carpet. The small foyer has been given a good cleaning, and the doorman is gently but firmly turning away everyone who isn't a guest of Kara's. An hour before the novas are due to arrive, the police are called to control the gathering crowd, who have caught wind of this. For some, this is their best chance to see a nova in their city, and they don't want to miss it. People are trying to sneak or bribe their way into the movie, with little luck. Because people are gawking through the glass, arrangements are made to serve the novas in the theatre rather than make them go to the foyer for refreshments. It's all going on Kara's tab anyway, so it really doesn't matter. As people struggle outside, a small window is left open, in a room that no one is monitoring. The manager of the Ragtag isn't sure why he needed to leave his window open, but Ms. B'nath asked him to, so he did. A small black cat crawled in through that window, its body changing as soon as it leapt from the window. Kara landed on the floor, grinning. She never really got tired of that. It looked as though everything was ready. Eagerly, she exited the room to see who was here already.
  2. There was a loud roar asnd clash of metal as the two Gigantic Capricorn-type monsters attacked the fifty meter tall Talwar. Metal and flesh impacted repeatedly as Claws rent hardened Titanitum armor and Massive battleshod fists, cracked carapace and snapped muscle and bone. Upon of of the creature's backs hung the fifteen meter Shrike Piloted by Warner VonBraun. he was a leading computer engineer and one of the top researchers in the world. The Shrike was mostly an infiltration model, but for this it mounted heavy armaments of missiles, grenades and a large one ton sword. The two Mecha pounded and cleaved taking off limbs and yet the monsters continued on. At the southern end of the Island FANG's hovertanks gave a good accounting of themselves, cratering the hide of a trio of Capricorns, and successfully managing to kill one. At the Far North part of the Island, the thirty meter tall Tesseract locked in the massive Avenger GAU-30 Rotary gatling Canon and prepared. For most of the battle the other two robots had engaged in close combat with the capricorns that had made it through the torpedo screen the Tesseract had been laying for them and the Medusa Class aliens they escorted. It's hiding place, The massive Four Seasons Hotel had been obliterated by the Medusa's Hydro cannons, forcing the massive support machine out into the open. A fresh Capricorn was waiting for it. The huge thing had a Dragon's head, a goat's hooves, a frog's hind legs, and a long tail like a shark. It leapt into the air, its razor sharp hoof-like claws glinting in the light of the fire ignited when the ammo dump went up. It struck the Tesseract, which parried with the eighteen ton cannon, knocking it away. Its neck bulged, heralding the soon to come energy blast that obliterated a mountain outside Mexico City as it jumped for the Military's pride and joy again. "Not on my watch you Chupacabra wannabe. Suck Dragonsbreath." Specialist Steve McAllister roared as he stood his ground and unleashed the most powerful gun ever fired. Heavy pitons sank into the earth from the right ankle of Gunpants, as the barrels began to spin and canon locked into place. There was a gout of flame fifty meters long that errupted from the rapidly spinning gatling canon as literally dozens of shells came out a second from its seven barrels. The entire salvo walked up the body of the Capricorn from Crotch to Crown, not just bisecting it, but literally causing it to explode into a cloud or gory mist and ash. The superheated barrel spun down noisily, and sparks showered the ruins as rivers of hydraulic fluid flowed from the Tesseract's massive servo motors. The spike in the ankle retracted, sending of a shower of sparks as the massive warmachine moved towards its bretheren. Its own main gun was so powerful it caused over thirty percent damage to both arms and the right leg in a single salvo. The heavy machine gun in Guntop's chest spat a hail of bullets against whatever monster moved, all the while The Tesseract seemed to wait for the Medusas to close. If it's arms would break, then they'd break taking out the leaders. The battle shifted when the Shrike mistakenly tagged the Talwar's Helmet with a Hot Spur tracking beacon, and using his traditonal flair for unconventional tactics, Talwar's pilot Jet Jiro, removed the massive helmet and heaved it into the air, managing to land it onto one of the centermost Medusas. The Incoming tomahawk cruise missiles destroyed the oncoming Medusas in a flash of nuclear fire. They were low yield tactical nukes, launched from the USS Philadelphia, an aging Aegis class-missile frigate. The Three robots stood and watched the Explosion, with The Tesseract making its way to the survivors of the armor forces. using th massive hands it held the Avenger with, the Tesseract unstuck several tanks which allowed them to withdraw. It had jus picked up its main gun when An invader decided to appear for real. Quickly the order went up to retreat. Talwar and Tesseract covered the retreat of the survivors as the Shrike raced to recover a mysterious woman who was literally glowing. The Talwar took several near miss blasts that melted all it's rear and frontal armor, and the Tesseract's armor was raining off in rivulets of molten metal due to the heat of the radiation coming from the attacker's blasts. The three robots boarded the ship and were quarantined along with their pilots for the journey back to base to due to the immense radiation coming from the machines. The GrimDark Reactor powered robots had shown they could survive an enemy attack, and repel a large group of lesser aliens. As the screen faded out There were only a pair of voices. "The Three prototypes did well, all things considered." "Yes, next time we'll push them further, let us see what humanity can truly do when their backs are against the wall." Connor watched the credits roll and nodded, smiling. "That was alot of fun." Producer Zachary Fox nodded. "Most impressive Mr. Fontenot. After seeing your work on both seasons of Gundam Superior I knew you could handle my show, Grimdark Metal Soldiers." Fox was an American like Connor who had become a big name in Japan by financing and Directing massive live action shows and a string of hit live-action movies based off popular anime. This was his first original work, and the quality was beyond what anyone could expect. "I am honored to be a part of this. The way I'm told, eventually this show will have something for everyone, The huger super robot Talwar, The Heavily armed Real-Robot Tesseract, and the eventual battlesuit-sized Shrike. The characters are well thought out and the cast you've assembled is impressive. Everyone with speaking parts being bilingual in both Japanese and English is going to mean you can run them simultaneously without dubbing at all. The only expense is running the filming twice." "You catch on quick Mr. Fontenot. That's why I want you. I know you have Talents that can allow for a battle like the one you saw to be shot multiple times, the same way. I know you didn't use them to make the pilot and it took longer because of that, but then we told you not to push yourself. Now I want you to do so. You will be compensated fairly for your efforts as you have been since coming to Japan." "I can do that. Anything else you want?" "I want you to continue playing Steve if you will. It only makes sense to have the American robot piloted by an American. Beyond that I'll give you a month to make any other preparations, and then we start shooting in ernest." "I look forward to working with you Mr. Fox." Connor shook the producer's hand and smiled. "It's Zack, Mr. Fontenot. You're gonna make this dream reality, or break it, I figure you can call me by the name my friends do." "Call me Connor, Zach. This is gonna be an awesome project.
  3. Aberrant: 2011 - Kara!

    When is your movie coming out? Just curious.
  4. The following characters: Gabriel Law Summer/Autumn Astovik (a.k.a. Solstice) Primal Jaunt Are hereby removed from play in the 2010 universe. 2010 was never really easy for me to 'get into' and try as I might it's repeatedly left a bad taste in my mouth. The characters remain my intellectual property. Since no character of mine is any longer a part of the 2010 universe they are not, and will not adhere to the any rules set forth by the Charter. Some may read this as "Dave just wants to play them in 200X.". This is not the case. There are four characters being removed and I only one slot avail to me in 200X for this year. I hardly have the time to write for the two characters there, bringing over four more would be stupid of me and do the players in 200X a great disservice. The fact is, I just don't like 2010. The Charter was a nice idea but ignored, the moderation was poor, the character creation was out of whack and the place was completely saturated despite the regulations on introducing new characters. I wish those who enjoy the setting the best of luck and all that other positive reinforcement that's expected after a negative post like this. Seriously, have a blast, but it just isn't my thing. The character sheets will be flagged as "Removed from play", since I do not have authority to delete them. Have fun 2010.
  5. Has anyone flown across the Pacific from the Phillipines to the California coast? I've been plotting our a route, but it would be wise to get the council of anyone who has already done it.
  6. Aberrant: 2011 - Unbreakable

    I just saw the 2000 film "Unbreakable". It gave me some insight into the reasons to be a 'secret' nova. I like the way the relationship between the hero, his wife, and his son developed. I know it came out at the Dawn of the Nova Age, but I found it relevant and interesting. Anyone else?
  7. The last of the snow is melting away, the temp is in the 60's and I'm ready to go driving around with the top down. Were has all the bitter winds and waist high snowdrifts gone?
  8. Hello to all you forumgoers out there. I'm Joseph, also known as Soap. I'm intrigued by your thriving(?) little(?) community here; it looks to be a valuable resource, especially for newly erupted novas such as myself. So...I suppose this being an introductory thread, I should say something about me. I'm a 43 year old 7th grade schoolteacher from Kansas. Naturally I never expected to erupt, and I don't know what I'm going to do now - go on teaching? I suppose, though the pay isn't great. And of course I may possibly be sacked. And the relationship with my students has certainly changed. But that's life for you. Anyway, hi and how you doing?
  9. I don't know if this has been posted before, but what the hell. Are good and evil objective or subjective? That is, does a universal standard of good and evil exist, or are the standards simply defined by the culture you're a part of and have no greater meaning? It's an old question but one I feel like trotting out.
  10. Hey all. For those who don't know me, I'm also Aesira, Evan, Hero, Mister E, Emerald, and Medianoche. In a different thread Overload indicated he was interested in some collaborative fictions but didn't know were to start, so I'm creating a starting point. Post up, or PM a story idea (and give a shout out in the Box to let people know they have a PM incase, like me, they have more than one log on). I'm just trying to help out and keep this section alive. If nothing else, post an idea you think would be good for someone else's character.
  11. Basically the topic says it all. I was just wondering if any of you have had a case of wanderlust since becoming novas. Before I errupted I'd always wanted to go to Japan, thankfully I've been able to live out that dream.
  12. CN: R2383006 AAN: WT199g#j E here. We have a mission. The first installment has been wired to your account. Mission Spec.: -You are to remove one Sebastian Juarez (file uploaded), who is currently in US Federal Custody. Up to date information will be provided from a pre-arranged staging point. -You will be provided with up to 4 other operatives and E as needed. You will meet them at room 416 at the Groves Palm Resort, Miami Florida, USA. Meeting time at 10am EST three days from reciept of this message. -From your arrival, you will have 48 hours to remove the target. -Limited collateral damage is needed, but not required. Target takes top priority. The remainder of your fee will be sent to your account upon verification of Mr. Juarez's death. In your case, his not being able to testify. Sender- CN: E4520937 AAN: END06h!Y Emerald hit send. She sat back in her seat and smiled. This was going to be fun. Dangerous, oh so dangerous, but wasn't that the best kind of fun? She took a sip of wine. It was good to be working once again. She had been working her cover job a lot lately and that was too terribly boring. Emmy stood up and walked out on the balcony. The sea breeze came in and billowed the gossamer curtains. He white lingerie looked glowed in the moonlight. She liked the feel of lace upon her body ... and not much else. She looked back at her computer. She wanted Dustie to respond right now, but she knew that was too much to ask. She would have to wait.
  13. Aberrant: 2011 - Marriage

    This may not appeal to our younger viewers, but for us older folks, what is your opinion on marriage? If you erupt, what are the new stresses on an existing relationship? Would you marry a baseline now that you are a nova, or does your node even enter the equation? Or, would you be/feel limited to the nova population?
  14. Aberrant: 2011 - Snowball Fight

    Who here has engaged in a good, old fashion snowball fight recently? Its cleansing for the soul.
  15. Aberrant: 2011 - Nova Ages

    The issue of how old someone has to be to erupt has come up. My impression is that you can be *any* age, but teenager is most common, however I haven't found any book support for that. So, is it possible for someone to erupt at age 10? 5? Baby? Note "possible" is not "common". I'd think there would be a bare handful of superpowered babies out there.
  16. Hero sat with his knees almost to his chin. He was wearing his trademark light grey bodysuit. The joke was he even showered in it. His suit had been shaped back so as to expose his head. He could breathe easily enough through the eufiber fabric, but sometimes he just liked to feel the air upon his face. This was one of those times, here amongst friends. It was a night. The moon was a waning quarter and they were in the train yards near Long Beach. “You’re doing okay for what you want,” Tauron said. The aberrated nova was in a black and red eufiber costume. It was part of his elite persona, the suit, his bull like features and his powerful horns coming out of his heads. “You’ve got a rep here, your identity is still under wraps, and you’ve taken great strides with your power. Why are you so glum?” “The job is getting harder,” Hero began, looking to his mentor. “Fact is, it’s a job now and that kind of sucks. I wanted to be a People’s Hero and not someone who is associated with the LAPD.” Tauron gave out a snort. “Yeah, you can really get jumped by who ends up being your employer.” It was an elite’s point of view. Tauron admired his young friend’s convictions, but didn’t fully understand him. Tauron held to an elite’s point of view; novas existed to get famous and make money. The kid certainly wasn’t doing the latter, but was making some strides towards the former. “I don’t want to be an employee, Tauron. I want to be the guy who does the right thing.” “I understand that Kid, but right now they are going hand in hand. You’ve made a point of not taking their money and you’re still your own man,” Tauron reassured Hero. CyberSpyder had been observing the two physical novas with a detached air. After all, he viewed his arrangement with the two novas as a business proposition. They provided him with muscle and security and he provided them with his own unique mental talents. CS was the reason that Hero’s past has all but disappeared. He had gotten the costumed hero a place off the radar to hang his hat, his first real home since coming to LA. Privately, he considered Hero his only friend. CS called and Hero would come. He got the equipment smuggled into the city that CS needed to create a new Nest. For that matter, Hero was the only man who knew where CS lived and laired. It was a degree of trust he didn’t like dwelling on. “Hero, when the time comes, you and the LAPD are going to separate. The city needs them right now, more than it is oppressed by them. When they change, and the cops will change, you can go back to what you were.” Hero looked at his friend and ally with a sense of gratitude. He liked being reassured. Tauron agreed. “You have the people on your side now. They know you and believe in you. That’s priceless. They are also pretty penniless,” he added with a jibe. “But that’s how I like them, Tauron. Money corrupts values. It makes people do things they know in their hearts are wrong and I hate it.” CyberSpyder and Tauron exchanged a knowing look. They both knew Hero’s outlook, but both were too much beings of creature comforts, Devotees of Mammon. For CyberSpyder money meant the best of equipment, information, and security. For Tauron, it was pleasures of the flesh, equipment for the field, and a retirement plan with his own private island in the Bahamas. They knew that Hero had this thing against money, but it was a personal thing. He wasn’t the type of guy to hold his friends to his own, higher standards. Their friend’s own morality was one of the things they liked about him. They were silent for a few moments. CyberSpyder adjusted his glasses. His Asian features were dampened in the moonlight. Unlike the other two novas, he only had on a t-shirt and jeans. He took pride that he wasn’t a costumed freak, as well an invisible person. Technically he was invisible as far as the world was concerned. He couldn’t turn himself invisible – yet, but he was ambitious. What he didn’t want was to be railroaded into working for some government agency, or Spirits-forbid, Project Utopia. Tauron had saved him from kidnappers. Hero had ended up saving both of them and greased two unknown novas to boot. Well, Hero had taken one out with his eruption burst, and Tauron had finished off the other one while the dumb bastard was still dazed. What mattered to CyberSpyder was that he was still free and for now, hidden. “They are at least giving me more time off now,” Hero said breaking the silence. “There are an upsurge in investments as well as increased efficiency in FEMA operations,” CS added, clarifying the picture. “They might even be bringing in professional elites to help out with some of the projects – mainly architectural and engineering types. I surmise that the power grid will be up to 80% by June and the Opnet will be over 60% by April. God, I love connectivity.” Tauron nodded. “I’ve heard the same rumors about the elite involvement and all. Not only Devries, but Novelty and some independents have either expressed an interest, or have been sought out for projects here.” “Damn, that’s good news,” Hero said with a smile. It was good to hear the good news. “I look forward to not having to move rubble day in and day out. I can get back to doing more for the people that needed it.” “Anarchist,” CyberSpyder joked. “Hey now, he’s our Anarchist,” Tauron countered. “Hey now, there is nothing wrong with looking out for the guy, or gal, that doesn’t have so much first. Those with the bucks already have a staple of novas willing to help them out.” Hero playfully punched Tauron in the shoulder. Tauron punched him back, mindful of his greater strength. “Speaking of what we can do with our powers: Hero, ready to work out?” “Okay,” Hero said with some hesitation. “To be honest, I’ve been getting stronger over the past few months – more in control anyway. On the downside, it’s more tiring now that it was when I was just haphazardly throwing power around. Focus sucks.” “Well, Young One, there are tricks to the trade. Let’s see what we can figure out.” Tauron looked to CyberSpyder. “How about you record our session to give me something to review?” CS nodded. “Can do. I’ll burn myself a copy – to see if I can learn a thing or two as well.” “Don’t I get a say in this,” Hero said lightly. He trusted his friends. Still, he willed his coif and mask back into existence. Tauron took some steps away. “Let’s get at it,” he taunted Hero, and so it began.
  17. Aberrant: 2011 - Missing You

    Concentration filled the young man’s resolve. Concentrate – strike – Concentrate. The first time he concentrated a gloved hand would coalesce back into reality. It, and the sword it was wielding, would reach out of the shadow his body had become. Then he would strike one of the dummies. Before he could be hit, he concentrated in reverse and brought the hand and sword back into shadow. The whole maneuver only took only a few seconds, but Guillermo wanted to do it faster. Around him, tennis ball machines would fire their less than lethal missiles. They surrounded the periphery of the room and covered the fencing dummies that Medianoche was engaging. He had already been hit twice. It was more angering than painful. His eufiber gloves absorbed what little impact the tennis balls had. It was more the realization that if they had been bullets instead … The young man was unhappy. His performance against supposed baseline antagonists had hardly been adequate. What was he going to do against nova opponents? It left him feeling empty. Medianoche wanted to be a hero like his idols in Team Tomorrow, without the straight jacketed treatment from Project Utopia. He wanted to do the good work without the applause, but without the legal hassles too. The dream of a secret force doing what needed to be done was what had brought him out of his shell. Now he realized he wasn’t ready and it hurt. Guillermo walked from the gym into the estates arboretum. His sister was there painting. He sat down next to her. “Hello Isabelle. I’ve been working on my technique.” She didn’t respond. She never did. Her world centered on her art and there was no room for anything else. Ever since the accident … first she had been in a coma and now, while awake and functioning, she remained trapped in her own world. The doctors said it could be permanent brain trauma, or the psychological impact of being buried alive. Either way, there was little he could do. Painting seemed to make her happy and her work was exquisite. She seemed to look forward to her art and she was the only thing that made her smile. It certainly beat their silent meals together. She had always been the vivacious one, while he had been more comfortable with his silent brooding nature. Now everything was on him and he was uncomfortable being put on the spot. What could he say? What could he do to make things right? Isabelle turned and smiled at him. There was, maybe, the barest hint of recognition. She flicked her paintbrush at him then went back to her work. A few strokes later and she took a half step back. “Failure of Perfection,” she said. “I’m done.” “It’s beautiful,” he responded. Guillermo walked beside her and took a look. It was beautiful, hauntingly so. The image was all failing light and shadow. The painting was centered on a man driven to his knees. He was centered in a yellow streetlight. Out of the shadows, several figures were coming out of the shadows. What mattered most was how well Isabelle projected the hopelessness and the menace. She had not lost an ounce of her skill. He took the picture off the easel. They went back to the main house together. “I’m thirsty,” she said to no one in particular. “We’ll get some lemonade inside,” he responded. She didn’t respond. She remained silent until they walked into the glass lined hallway. The light played across his black turtleneck and black slacks. “Black”, she said and she rubbed her hand in and out of the shadow on his sleeve. All he could do was smile weakly back at her. Guillermo missed her so.
  18. Has anyone ever done something new with their node and afterwards noticed something different about themselves? Does it start out as something mild and become something greater?
  19. Riding the wind was like driving a chariot were all the horses were running in different directions. Aesira was tugged and pulled in a dozen different directions. There was no symphony of the elements here. The wind would not be tamed. The storm – the storm she had created – was another matter. She loved the play of the rain-laden air currents upon her mind. She loved the complex dance she was forced to undertake to make the unbidden monster answer to the task she had in mind. This time, the purpose was more than a personal exercise. The island was going through a drought and the farmers were suffering. Their winter crops needed this rain just as their families needed the food for themselves and the markets. Aesira wasn’t sure why she cared. She didn’t know these people and only heard about their suffering second-hand. Their misery wasn’t hers, but somehow she cared. This was more than an exercise, or a time to commune with her wild nature. This had to do with suffering brown eyes, crying children, and women whose faces lacked hope … and this bothered her. The rain began falling as a gentle mist. She would build it up slowly so as not to cause torrential run off. It was delightful to feel the will of the rain pulling against her will. It wanted to unleash its full fury. The clouds were dark, angry, and full. The winds were ready to rip down on an unsuspecting world in a vibrant torrent. It was delightful as it was dangerous. She hated flying, or more to the point the sad reality that she hadn’t mastered it yet. She could wield the winds across the wave tops, but couldn’t subtly keep them close around her. Buoyancy wasn’t as easy as it should have been. She had to find another way. The rain was picking up now. She slowly shepherded the storm inland, several villages needed this rain. It felt both fun and something more. She felt like she was doing something better and purposeful – something right. The storm was an instrument and she played it well. That was because she felt the storm in her soul. She was a piece and part of the weather and it was her truest calling. Thunder cracked and rain from the heavens. The storm was in its purest element now. It was barely enough to not cause mudslides, but Aesira was close to losing herself in the elements she was trying to control. She was still new to her basest nature and it was a heady experience. She plummeted from the skies and only barely caught a graceful wind. It laid her back down to the black earth. The rain drenched her. The winds plucked at her clothing. She looked like a mess. She knelt in the mud, exhausted. She felt the storm break free of her and begin to tear itself apart. It was a thing of her will and without its driving force, nature took over. The air sucked out the moisture so carefully cultivated. The winds lost their engine and the air became becalmed. It was a sad sight for her to take in. Her storm, this storm, was gone.
  20. Aberrant: 2011 - Mr. Power

    Name: Unknown Identity: Mr. Power Nature: Hedonist Date of Birth: Unknown Date of Eruption: Unknown Nature of Eruption: Unknown; Claims he was shot while being mugged. ATTRIBUTES Strength: 2, Dexterity: 4 (Graceful), Stamina: 4 (Determined) Intelligence: 2, Perception: 4 (Gut Feeling), Wits: 4 (Cunning) Charisma: 3, Manipulation: 3, Appearance: 3 STATS Willpower: 3, Quantum: 4, Taint: 4, Initiative: 8, Movement: 7/16/32/44(50) – 250kph(500kph), Bashing Soak: 5/12, Lethal Soak: 2/9 ABERRATIONS Minor Feeding Requirement – Energy ABILITIES Brawl: 1, Might: 1, Firearms: 1, Legerdemain: 1, Martial Arts: 1, Melee: 1, Stealth: 2 Shadowing: 1, Awareness: 1, Intrusion: 2, Tradecraft: 1, Rapport: 2, Weave: 1, Intimidation: 1, Streetwise: 3, Subterfuge: 3 BACKGROUNDS Cipher: 4, Contacts: 3, Eufiber: 4, Followers: 2, Influence: 1, Node: 1, Resources: 4 POWERS Absorption – Energy: 1 (Energy Magnet) Density Control: 2 (Full Control) Flight: 1 Hypermovement – Flight: 1 Gravity Manipulation: 1 - Gravitational Field Quantum Bolt: 1 MERITS Eufiber Attunement FLAWS Amnesia Lusty Since I'm too lazy (and too busy at work) to write up a whole bio for Mr. Power I figured I'd just post up his stats for now.
  21. I came home after a long day. Stylish white silk shirt, with everything custom tailored black, much like my mood. I kicked my shoes off as the door shut behind me. I was having such a sterling shitty day that I didn’t even see her until the second shoe came off. “Hey,” I choked out. “Hey DS. What brings you to my home today?” She was standing in the living room looking hotter than she had any right to. Smooth, unblemished dusky skin and spider web slender black hair pulled back in a pony tail. That hair, one of her better features went all the way down to her ass. Damningly, I let my eyes follow the hair down. “Work has kept me busy,” she purred, but I’ve been keeping track of you. Frankly, I’m worried.” I raise an eyebrow. This was going to be rich. “Yes?” “You bury yourself in diversions. You hide your pain in things of little substance and no matter.” I walk around the living room, heading toward the question. Part of me is scared, but the other part is angry; so angry that I’m playing a very deadly game. I’m treating her like my wife, having come home after a hard day’s work. I put my laptop down on the kitchen countertop and turn to face her while she keeps talking. “I think you are missing someone.” She suddenly turns coy, almost bashful. “I think that someone is me.” I don’t laugh. I laugh and she can get violent on me. I’ve been down that road before. Instead, “I’m still trying to live my life my way, DS. You know that … and I don’t want to change.” This is an old conversation line between the two of us. By the upturn in her lips, I can tell she is comfortable with my response. It’s an old argument between the two of us. “It’s a new year. You should change, Raven. I can tell you’ve built upon your superhuman perfections. I admire that. Those in the movement will admire that too.” I don’t want her friends. Hell, those people have been thorns in my side too. “I don’t think I can be apart of something that I don’t believe in,” I start. “I know what the movement can mean, but I also don’t see that as my personal path. You must see why I must follow my own way. It is the rhetoric anyway.” I had moved around living room until I was at the glass top table right next to her. I put my jacket down and palm a pen in my hand. I feel my heart beating in my ears. I’m scared. This is going to be a painful form of suicide if this doesn’t work. Just for a moment, I wonder if this is what these shadow people really want. I reach out and brush some loose hairs behind her ear. I let my fingers brush along her flesh and she leans slightly into me. I can make the shot, but I’ve got no guarantee that I’ll survive it. I clip the pin and it unleashes a dart. She feels a sharp prick and whips her head around toward me. I’m holding the pen, and a strand of her hair. I take the strand of hair to my nose and inhale the scent. She’s showered very recently. That earns me a smile even as she rubs the darts entry point. I’m counting the time now. I’ve been told it could take anywhere from thirty seconds to a minute and a half. That suddenly seems like an eternity. To add to this, I’m now feeling guilty. “Andhra, what passed between us in Paris will always been special to me. I think about that time a lot.” “Paris was the crucible,” she said leaning in. “We had something special there. What we had was the most important time in my … life.” She was a bit off for a moment and touched her head. What I wanted to say was ‘I’m going to miss you.’ I couldn’t say that, because she could still kill me. I also knew that was the guilt talking. I wasn’t going to miss her and her terrorism. The anger came back. “Why couldn’t you ever just get the point that I didn’t want to be with you and leave me alone?” “I don’t know,” she stuttered, “… what you mean.” She was starting to sweat. “You put me in the hospital, DS. You scarred a young boy whose sole crime was being someone I loved brother.” “But … but I had to do that. Don’t you see?” She sat down with less grace than usual. “I see what helping you has cost me. That’s what I see. I see nothing but pain and fear in my future unless I make you go away.” She looked at me. “I’ll never go away, Daniel. I love you too … too much. I know we will be together until the end. I know it.” Her declaration was passionate and a tear came to her eye. She reached out and put a hand onto one of my own. “I know you love me too,” she continued. “I know you will find your way to me … but I don’t want to wait.” That was her best shot at an apology. She didn’t want to wait. “You should have waited.” You didn’t so know I’m going to relegate you some bleak, dark hole in some God’s forgotten place. I have to give you over to someone who does want to get their hands on you. “Do you forgive me?” She almost has me. The dark hole is spooking me. “Do you forgive me for everything I had to do to you?” She slumps against the back of the sofa, but I hold on to her hand. She loses my sympathy though. I can’t forgive Zach. It’s not my place to forgive his mangled eyes and his shattered psyche. “No, Andhra. I can’t. I … just can’t. Too much has happened.” “What are we going to do?” she pleads. “Where are we going to go to end up …?” Her head slumps down on her chest, question unfinished. I call them and they are there within the hour. They don’t talk much. They do retrieve the pen and question me about how things went down. They don’t tell me precisely who they are and I don’t ask. I don’t ask were she is going or what is going to happen to her. I try to feel more sympathy for Andhra, but the pain is too great. I wanted her gone and now I’ve gotten my wish. It has happened so fast. Ten days ago I had two women eating away at my sense of self and now I’m alone. In a way, it’s a bitter liberation. Bitter because I couldn’t find another way out of this to get me what I wanted, but now I am also not saddled by things I don’t want either. That’s a trade I can live with. Now I can build something new. It’s almost to laugh though; I have had two women in my life I can’t talk about with anyone. I can’t even afford to let people know that I’m now free. I can live with that too.
  22. I can't tell the truth in these logs. I know how Discovery Rules work and what a might sword certain agencies wield, but ... I still feel the need to put something down. Something is broken inside me. It is both painful and refreshing, like ripping a scab off a never-healed wound. I feel more alive now than ... well, its like when I'm really in the groove playing. I guess I love playing, because this is about love. ... and how its died. Died? Is it dead? Its no longer in my hands, or that's the way it feels and in a way thats very satisfying. There is no more beating myself up and trying to figure out what else I can do. She's gone. I've already talked to them. "No, I have no idea what she wanted." Mostly. "No, I have no idea were she's gone to." Too true and it has always been this way, hasn't it. "Yes she was with somebody." "Yes, I've seen him before, but no I don't know him." "I don't know anything about him." Mostly true. And on for a bit longer. I did my part > once I was sure she was gone, of course. Maybe my description was a bit weak as well, but the cameras should make that pointless. She's going to be illegal and untouched, which I'm afraid is what she really wants. Am I free of her? I can't live with what she wants. I can't both love her and live my life as I want it. I already have one person trying to shut me down as it is. NO. I know I can't live like that. She's gone away, maybe forever. Now its time for HER. I've got to figure out a way to get rid of HER too.
  23. The city streets of New York City were something at Lina had once held on high. They were more than she could ever hope to have in her life, something that she wondered if she would ever see. Years have passed since than, and she was part of some elite group of humans if they could even be called that. She felt like she was larger than any city now and more people knew her name than she cared to think about. A lot of people were very, very angry with her, but she lost her sense of empathy towards others. Others feelings didn't seem to matter and she always put herself first. Right now was no exception. It was broad daylight, and she was hiding in plain sight. She knew that she couldn't do something as foolish as go to her home, if it was even her home anymore. Going near Ravenshire would be an obvious move for someone trying to anticipate her moves, but it was something she wanted to risk. Besides, she had two new weapons. She'd frequented a few cities on her way to New York, like Chicago, Detroit, Montreal, Buffalo, and Albany. Each time she strolled down the busy streets or through the busy malls, no one paid her any mind for anything other than some little punk kid. One of her new weapons came in the form of a power. It happened in the first city, Chicago. As she walked into the mall, covered with layers and layers of make-up and clothes, she looked like a doll. It was almost as suspicious as a white-faced girl. As she walked, everyone watched her with curiosity and disgust. She felt embarrassed for such a faulty attempt to blend in. She walked into a store to escape from sight of the masses and the employees were obviously suspicious. She wore sunglasses, obvious layers of make-up, and a dorky looking hat. An alerted security guard requested her presence and escorted her back to his office. After demanding she remove the glasses and hat, it appeared her skin had changed back to its normal, fleshy color. Her aberration had been masked, and she looked just like any other girl. The other weapon was her traveling companion and bodyguard, Vegas. Lina fast-talked her way out of the office and as the guard realized she fast-talked him and went to give chase. He became immobile and now has no recollection of the encounter. She dyed her hair and bought new clothes. She found that she occasionally needed to refresh her ability that hid her aberrations, but she was very, very thankful that she could. Nobody really saw her, but they just saw some random, average looking girl. And Vegas was a normal looking guy anyway. When she arrived in New York, Vegas used his contacts to obtain fake I.D.'s for both him and Lina. Lina was satisfied with her picture and her new age of twenty two, so she decided that she would somehow get a hold of Ravenshire. Vegas didn't want her to but he knew it wasn't his decision. They found out, almost immediately, that Ravenshire had been hanging around a club called The Stay, performing with a band. And on the night she braved showing up, she wore a new favorite shirt of hers, a black tight shirt with white skeleton bones printed on the front. They requested her ID, and she passed in for the age of twenty two from a combination of the valid ID and that she was a girl, and girls brought in crowds. "The Simple Truth.. " Lina said out loud, knowing that Vegas would hear her. "..The bands." "Don't be harking on The bands." Vegas said. "Besides, would you prefer Simple Truth?" "No, but I would prefer A Simple Truth." They were closing in on an open table. "Like A Simple Plan?" Vegas said smiling. He was wearing an open leather jacket with a tight brown shirt underneath it. His hair was messy, and he looked high. "I see your point." Lina responded, sounding embarrassed and defeated. She sat down at the small, two chaired table and Vegas walked off towards the bar. She looked around, wondering if she would be able to find Ravenshire, looking for the long blond hair. The club was beginning to fill out with spectators looking to see a good band, but the band was yet to be seen. Lina wondered if they had a backstage, but decided she better not wander. There were a few faces in the crowd who just seemed to be looking for other people. "They look like undercover cops." Lina said as Vegas showed back up with an open bottle of beer and a water bottle. He passed the bottle to Lina and looked around. "Maybe looking for underage drinkers." He gave Lina a look. She looked away from him, and wiped some of the white and black hair from her face, her thoughts on if Ravenshire would recognize her or not.
  24. Aberrant: 2011 - Secrets

    A bullet scored the concrete above his head. The first one was still hurting; a solid hit to his solar plexus that had been stopped – mostly – by his Vest. Church was fighting for breath. He was lying down next to a building. He finally had his gun drawn and could hear Sanchez firing off several shots from her Glock. They were taking fire from two pistols and a Tech-9. The attack had started off with an ambush and a lucky shot right into Church’s midsection. He had gone down and Sanchez had ducked behind her door for cover. Now she was firing back, but he was still out of the fight. More shots rang out. Sanchez cursed. She wasn’t hurt. She just didn’t like the odds. Sanchez had to duck down to slap a new clip in. Church heard footsteps running in his direction and he decided to sit up. His movements caught the two gang members off guard. The first shot wide. Church planted two bullets in the second one’s chest before the guy could react, knocking him on his back. The first gang member was backpedaling when Church and Sanchez shot him simultaneously. That man crumpled as well. The guy with the Tech was back at the car with the driver. The driver was screaming in rapid fire Spanish, but it was hard to make him out with all the bullets he was spraying toward Church’s and Sanchez’s unmarked police car. The window exploded and Sanchez ducked down. Suddenly the Tech went empty and the man started to duck down into the car. Church sped two bullets his way. He thought he clipped the gunman once, but couldn’t tell for sure. The gunman sprayed across the back seat and the car began accelerating away. Just like that, the ambush was over. Sanchez ran over to Church and knelt beside him. “Are you alive?” “Yeah, barely though it hurts like hell.” Sanchez examined the bullet hole in Church’s shirt and then his vest. “We better have a doctor look at that anyway.” Church didn’t like that idea, so he grunted a non-committal reply. He knew that novas were more damage resistant and they healed faster. He knew for a fact he had much more endurance post-eruption and he didn’t want to risk a medical exam if he could avoid it. Being a nova was his secret and he wanted to keep it that way. Sanchez helped him up and mumbled “Lucky” to him as she patted him on his shoulder. “What do we do about the two that got away,” Sanchez enquired. “I missed their plates, but I’m pretty sure I put a bullet in one of them.” “Great. A late model white Corolla with a blood stains in the back seat. I’ll call it in.” She helped the recovering Church back over to the car. “LT is going to love the shape of our latest ride.” “He’ll been even less pleased with another officer involved shooting. What is this, the third one this month?” Church thought about that. This had been an ambush. The previous gun battles involving gangs and police had been collisions of law and violence. This was different. After calling in the incident, Sanchez went back to check on the two gunmen that they had dropped. The first one Church had shot was very dead, but the second gang member was still clutching to life. Sanchez quick stepped it back to the car and called in an ambulance even though she felt the body wouldn’t make it. Church went over. He knelt by the body. “What was this about?” he asked the dying man. The guy chuckled at him between bouts of spitting up blood. “You’re a dead man,” he said hoarsely. “Viper has put the word out about you and your dead.” “What did Viper say about me,” Church whispered. “You got inside his head, he claims,” laughed they guy. “What matters is that MS is going to see you dead. We are going to …” he trailed off. His head tilted to the side and his eyes stared off into nothingness. “He’s gone,” he called out to Sanchez. For several seconds she cancelled the Ambulance and called the Coroner instead. The wait would be even longer. They were still finding dead bodies from The Big One, after all. “Did he say anything useful?” she asked finally. Church thought about it for a moment. Sanchez was his partner and now because of something he had done, her life was in danger. He had no real choice. “It was Viper. He has put a contract out on me with his MS buddies.” “Madre dios,” Sanchez cursed. “That’s a bit tough even for MS. Sure you broke the guy in interrogation, but that happens all the time. This is just crazy.” “Yeah,” he replied, “crazy.” Sanchez looked at him. She knew he was hiding something. She had suspected he had some kind of secrets, but now she knew something wasn’t right. She would have to look into it.
  25. I'm just introducing the Gabriel scenario from Aberrant World Wide: Phase I. The scenario starts on December 14, 2009 with no end date. I am making the assumption that Gabriel Melchoir, The Miracle didn't unleash his plagues and wipe out the American SWest. Beyond that, what did happen?
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