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  1. This is where combat issues relating to combat taking place in the thread will be handled so we don't bog down the OOC thread. Consider this also a 'table talk' thread pertaining to the thread as well. ,, Rules are simple, as always: ,, Questions? Ask. Comms let you all talk freely. Don't Meta-Game. Have fun. ,, I know I've been scarce, but RL is what it is. I'll be doing my best to keep this moving along. I'll try and keep the combat as swift and as brutal as I can. Because I love you guys.
  2. Real Name: Oneca Isabel Bahaar Nicknames: Demona, Lilith, 'Neca Occupations: Mutant High School Student Legal Status: American Citizen, minor. Aliases: Demona, Lilith, DarkFlame (all 'net handles) Place of birth: Los Angeles, CA Age: 16 Marital Status: Single, dating Warren Verona. Known Relatives: Mother (Scandanavian, Asa's fleshing her out as she's ported over from Jason's backstory, she's already a Valkyrie-like Superhero), Father (Rahim Bahaar), older sister (Sonja Bahaar), little sister (deceased, Saja Bahaar) Group Affiliation: None so far. Mutant Expression: Attempting to summon a demon to fetch the spirit of her dead sister. Height: 5 feet 7 inches Weight: 126lbs. Eyes: Tawny Gold Hair: Black Distinguishing Marks: Intricate vine tattoo over her face and down the left side of her body. Strength Level: Low-end superhuman. Known Powers: Destruction, flight. Abilities/Special Skills: Goth angst. Weapons Used: Sarcasm, hands. Personality: Gothier-than-thou. Personal Interests: Poetry, mythology, Morticia Adams. ,, Oneca is the middle child and youngest surviving child of the Bahaar family. Her father is a wealthy banker that married a Scandanavian super-hero; her elder brother became her elder sister a few years ago and was sent off to the mutant school in upstate New York. Her younger sister Saja died from injuries and exposure after sneaking out of the house when she was supposed to be down for a nap when she was about 6. Her parents have always felt guilty over the death, but Oneca took it the hardest and became obsessed with finding a way to contact her dead sibling. As she became a teen, this morphed into an obsession with the goth culture and magick (because with a 'k', it's real!). She triggered as a mutant last Winter Solstice while trying to summon a demon to go fetch the spirit of her sister while her parents were at a Christmas party. Her powers have morphed through her somewhat twisted view of the world and reflect demonic powers. ,, She has shown the ability to destroy items with a controlled brimstone-smelling fire, although she doesn't seem to be able to control fire itself. She has the ability to fly, most likely inherited from her mother as is her well above human level of strength, though it is on the weaker end of the mutant scale. During initial testing she also once ripped through brick and wood using only her hands; there were burn marks left on the material. The triggering also greatly enhanced her body, though save for the strength only to the limits of human possibility instead of beyond; she also manifested a vine-like tattoo over her face and down the left side of her body. When questioned about it she merely stated that it was a mark of 'favor', whatever that means. She is being observed at the school for any other powers, as a psychological profile shows that she could be prone to abuse of more subtle mutant abilities. ,, Character Sheet Attributes: STR: 3 DEX: 3 STA: 4 (Tenacious) PER: 3 INT: 4 (Pragmatic) WIT: 3 APP: 5 (Exotic) MAN: 4 (Devious) CHA: 4 (Alluring) Abilities - Might: Brawl: Throwing: Artillery: Awareness: 1 Investigation: 1 Navigation: Disguise: Intimidation: 1 Style: 2 Archery: Athletics: 2 Drive: Firearms: Gunnery: Heavy Weapons: Ledgerdemain: 1 Martial Arts: 1 Melee: Pilot: Ride: Stealth: 1 Academics: 1 Bureaucracy: Computer: 2 Demolitions: Engineering: Gambling: Intrusion: Linguistics: 1 (Latin) Medicine: 1 Science: Survival: Tradecraft: Diplomacy: Hypnosis: Interrogation: Seduction: 1 Streetwise: 1 Subterfuge: 1 Endurance: 3 Resistance: 3 Arts: 1 Biz: Mediation: Rapport: Shadowing: Tactics: Weave: Animal Training: Carousing: 1 Command: Etiquette: 1 Instruction: Performance: 1 Backgrounds - Allies: 1 (Father, rich banker) Attunement: 1 Backing: Cipher: Contacts: 1 Dormancy: Equipment: Eufiber: Favors: Followers: 4 (Two girls from the school - Rachel (goes by Raven) and Lily (goes by Lilith)) Influence: Mentor: 3 (Warren, bonuses congruent with skills from living on the streets and knowledge/unlocking of power) Genome: 5 Rank: Resources: 1 (allowance) Uniform: 12 (Nanofluidic, 4/5/3, 10% minimum cover) Willpower: 4 Focus: 4 Soak: 9B/ 7L/ 0A Healing Rate: 5x Mega-Attributes: M-STR: 1 (Thrower) Quantum Powers: Flight - 3 Entropy Control - 2 (Bioentropy Storm, Probability Corruption) Claws - 3 Merits & Flaws: Sexy - 1 pt Merit Nightsight - 3 pt Merit Lusty - 1 pt Flaw Obsession - 2 pt Flaw (Ghosts/Death/Evil) Addiction - 1 pt Flaw (Nicotine) ,, Logs FB's - 5 in Attributes, 2 in Willpower, 8 in Backgrounds PP's - 15 in Focus 9 in Quantum Powers (5 for Entropy Control, 3 for Flight, 1 for Claws) 3 in Mega-Attributes 3 in Attributes (9 Attribute points) XP Log: +108 (108) - January 2013 XP backlog - 30 (78) - Uniform 1-5 - 6 (72) - Flight 2 - 6 (66) - Claws 2 - 14 (52) - Entropy 2 (Probability Corruption) - 18 (34) - Flight 3 - 18 (16) - Claws 3 + 5 (21) - Bonus XP from Four Hours in Hell
  3. 1st Hour Nothing could have prepared them for the reality of what was happening in Manhattan. Radiating out from Time Square was just block after block of chaos. Fires roared out of control, blasts of all sorts of energy from electricity to light to creeping darkness could be seen in random spurts as the local National Guard tried to hold off the violent mutants with burst fire automatics. Dreadnoughts thundered down the avenues firing missiles and their forearm mini-gun lasers. Screams rose from the streets, explosions sounded and sirens blared. Through all of the disaster hundreds of thousands of people were trapped in the middle of it. Caught on the front line when the battle began or forced from their homes as the fighting damaged or destroyed their safe havens. Of course, the National Guard and local rescue teams were trying usher out survivors as best they could, taking them beyond the conflict to safe zones, but to say they were spread thin was nothing short of an understatement. Civilians scurried under and over wrecked vehicles, mutants and Dreadnoughts alike mowed any unfortunate in their path down with out a second thought, they hid where they could some were crushed under cars as the massive machines stepped on them as they passed to move towards a target, others still were simply victims of fallen rubble or a stray friendly fire bullet. By the score, civilians were being slaughtered and the Dreadnoughts (with less of a body count than the mutants) just couldn't keep up the pace. The battle was spreading, carrying itself out further and further by the hour. At this rate, Manhattan would be a crater by dawn. ,, Even the hardest among them could feel a pang in their gut or a tear in their eye. This was just horrible. ,, "Stealth system is engaged!" Curtis shouted over the engines, the open cargo door in the rear where they all stood looking out at the carnage, and, of course over the noise of hell itself. Compared to this, Dante had it easy they thought. "This is as close as I can get!" ,, "Please tell me someone has a plan." Alex's gut was so tight, knowing he was considering jumping down into that was enough to make him want to vomit. Sakurako was finishing calibrating everyone comm devices so the teams could communicate. She was dabbling with a few configurations on his wrist comm when she saw the havoc for herself the first time. She swallowed hard her stomach suddenly felt the same as Alex's. He placed his arm around her comfortingly, trying to shield her from the horrors going on below, but the noise was all to real. "You don't have to go." She didn't say anything, she just went back to distracting herself on his wrist comm. ,, Curtis looked over the edge and drank deep of the war zone that was underneath them. "As the most logical one here, I'd like to say for the record. We're beyond crazy." And it was true. Saying you're going out to go save the world, and actually doing it were on two totally different plates. It wasn't surprising if some of them lost their nerve. ,, "We hit them hard and we hit them fast." Warren moved to stand beside Curtis. He actually placed his hand on Curtis's shoulder, a gesture of respect from one warrior to another in some cultures, Curtis knew. We keep comm channels open and we support each other as best we can. Civilians are our priority, we're here to protect them first, kick ass secondary. We might not like each other sometimes," He glanced at Alex, as the two of them were still fighting over Warren's attitude towards teaching Morri about sex. "But we're all..." He hesitated, which was odd coming from him once you got him involved in something he was passionate about. "...we're all family tonight, guys. Keep each other safe." ,, "Guys!" Violet's voice came over their comms. "Oh, boy is it a poo storm down there. Alright... let's see. Satellite imaging is showing that there are Dreadnoughts battling mutants at the Rockefeller Rink, there are civilians on the radio in Hell's Kitchen trapped in the park and we have Brotherhood goons hunting and causing problems for trapped civilians in the Garment District, 8th Avenue and 38th street, right by the Manhattan Broadway Hotel. Aaaaand that's just the ones closest to you." ,, Oneca pressed her finger to her ear. "Thanks, Violet. This isn't going to be easy," She squeezed Warren's hand tight and he replied with the same. "There's no snake to cut the head off of. Best we can hope is for containment, to keep it from spreading." ,, "It's better than nothing." Cirque chimed up, gracefully balancing in a crouch along the edge of the loading ramp. "Violet, where are the nearest rescue squad base camps?" ,, "Umm..." They could hear hardlight keys being tapped with a 'booping' sound. "Nearest one is Chelsea Park. Doesn't look like the fighting has gotten there yet." ,, Alex tightened his wrist comm and took a deep breath. "Okay, good. We send those we rescue there, it's a start. There's too much for one team... who goes where?" ,, "We'll figure that out once we get down there." Warren said, tapping Cirque on the shoulder. She understood and took hold of his hand. "If you can fly, let's get on it. If not, grab a partner and let's get down there... we can't stay up here forever." ,, He was right. He usually was in stressful situations like this. Of all the mutants on the plane he and Morri were probably the two most dangerous with years of combat experience under their belts. Unlike Morri though, Warren was allowed to keep his mind, to some extent, intact. It made him the closest thing to a life line for them cling to in this chaos, a guy who'd done this sort of thing before (or so they thought). Truth of the matter was, this was no bar brawl or alley way scrap. This level of warfare was far beyond anything Warren could've imagined, just like the rest of them he was ready to spill his lunch. ,, Most of Times Square was empty, the battle having moved on to other parts of the city, but it was crowded nonetheless. Sonja, Oneca and Morri knocked out a few mutants who were harassing some civilians, but they didn't stick around long enough to thank their rescuers. Fire, ash and debris were the scenery with distant screams and explosions being the only noise instead of the bustle of traffic or horns blaring. ,, "We, uhh..." Cirque looked around and whistled. "Aren't stickin' around for the clean up, right?" ,, Morri looked at gymnast and shook her head as if to say 'you are out of your mind'. Everyone managed a smirk or small smile. It was the moment of levity they needed to formulate a plan of attack... ,, ...time to go to war. ,,
  4. Shortly after Night and Day at this point... ,, Curtis swallowed nervously as he approached the door. The requisite background research as recommended by Alex had been completed adequately to Curtis' understanding. All the usual structures of relationships or at least the attempt at such now led to this point. ,, Well, Caitlin had been friendly for certain, but would she display any interest in his advances? Curtis had no doubt the similarities to his sister, the sheer vibrancy and the... lure of her appearance had him hooked. But this was the sort of thing he'd never considered himself initiating, and prognoses were not on the face of it, promising. ,, But no hypothesis could not be confirmed without testing, Curtis reminded himself of the basic scientific procedure, and confidence boosted in that manner, knocked at the door to Caitlin's room.
  5. Sometime after The Lion, the Wench, and the Warzone, but before The Proposal... ,, Aradia licked her lips nervously as she leaned up against the wall outside the boy's locker room. They'd just gotten done with gym class, which was always an amusing adventure at Lawrence Hunt, and Aradia had rushed through her shower like a speed demon, in order to get done and out before the guys did. She wanted to talk to Alex alone, and unless she was going to brave wandering through the boy's dorm and exposing herself to whatever was going on in that part of the building, as well as to the teasing she'd be subject to from the girls for being there, catching him right after class was her best option. Otherwise, he and Sonja would probably be hanging off one another, and she didn't even feel like dealing with that. It only took another minute for the boys to begin trickling out, and Ari nodded to a couple of them and flashed them friendly smiles. Finally she spotted Alex walking out by himself (thankfully!), and waved him over. "Hey, Alex - you got a minute?" ,, The young Adonis flashed her that charming smile - the one he gives everyone, stupid! - and made his way over to her, hefting his backpack up onto his shoulder. "Hey Ari, what's up?" ,, "Well, I've been thinking..." She ran a hand through shower-dampened hair, and smiled a little, trying not to look like an idiot. "I just kind of thought that maybe we should do something for Caitlin. I haven't had much of a chance to talk to her, see how she's settling in. And I really wanted to do something to thank her.. you know.. for doing what she did for us. I don't know what yet, but I thought I'd see if you wanted to get in on it." ,,
  6. The Proposal ,, ,, Director Drumm never taught a class, yet here they were. Several students from all different backgrounds and talent all assembled in his office. Mrs. Childs had personally went to each class room and pulled each of them from their studies. Some, like Kazuo, Warren and Oneca simply assumed they were in some sort of trouble... again. Others like Kia, Alex and Curtis found it strange, knowing they'd done nothing wrong, to be pulled from their class. Yet others like Caitlin, Daniel and Morri simply went with the flow. Why sweat the why's and wherefores when you'll know soon enough, right? ,, There were several chairs all lined up in rows in front of his massive hand carved, oak desk. As always he was immaculately groomed and radiated that charisma that set all the female students hearts aflutter. He adjusted the lapel of his incredibly expensive suit and greeted them all as they entered. Casually each took a seat and waited, wonder what was going on. Finally after several moments he clapped his hands together and beamed them all a smile, the sort of smile that told them all in a single gesture that he had incredibly big news. ,, "First of all, I'm sorry for pulling all out from your classes," He raised up his hands apologetically. "I know all of you would rather be there soaking up all that knowledge instead of here with me, just chillin' and talking." ,, "Really, it's cool, take you time." A majority of the students snickered and giggled when Warren chimed up. Others, the more erudite of the lot, offered him a scowl to remind him he wasn't funny. ,, Drumm shared a smile, expecting someone like Warren or Jaunt to have something to add. "I intend to. Because this is incredibly important." ,, "What is this all about anyway?" Sakurako asked. "I'm a bit confused." ,, "All will be revealed, no worries." He said as he did his customary lean on his desk. ,, After everyone had made a trip to to large buffet table filled with snack trays and sodas he began. "Ladies. Gentleman. I am here to disscuss with you something very important: Mutant Terrorism. Those two words are seeing more and more use these days and unfortunately there isn't any end in sight and the more use it gets the harder and harder it will be for members of the mutant community to ever achieve an equal status among the nations of the world. I hate to put it like that, but we all know it's politics and not brute strength that win most wars and make no mistake, this is an age of war." ,, "This school," he continued. He was a natural speaker and had already made eye contact with everyone at least twice. Each student felt lik ehe was talking to them despite how many others were actually in the room with them. "Meaning myself, Mrs. Childs and our benefactor-" ,, "Dr. Hunt?" Curtis said, with a measure of excitement uncommon to him. He'd wanted to meet Doctor Hunt for a long time and on the inside had hoped he'd be here to speak today. It wasn't until a moment later that he realized he'd spoken out loud and cut Director Drumm off in mid sentence. ,, He only chuckled a little bit, pleased by Curtis's enthusiasm. "That's right, Doctor Lawrence Hunt, the man for whom this school is named. We have been working for years to develop a plan that will assist the mutant culture into winning over the nations of the world and helping to establish a balance of peace. Our plans hit an unforeseen snag with arrival of mutant terrorist cells like The Brotherhood and private clubs like Ragnarok. Today's military technology is no prepared to deal with a mutant threat." Everyone noticed how Drumm was different from the media or the government when he spoke. He used terms like 'a mutant' instead 'the mutant' threat. Like the students at the school were all aware, it wasn't their fault mutants abused their powers. The fault lay on the mutant responsible. "Just ask Sonja. How many of their killer robots have you dimantled recently?" ,, "Two." Sonja replied calmly. "To be fair though, I had help with the first one." She smirked and tossed a wink to Kia. ,, "Fair enough. Again, nice work ladies. I make that point to make this one: everyone on this planet reserves the right to live a life free of bigotry and persecution regardless of their genetic disposition. So we're starting a campaign here to combat both mutant terrorism and government persecution." ,, "What, we gonna picket the White House?" Kazuo snorted, already looking thoroughly bored. ,, "I didn't say we were going to picket anything, Kazuo." Drum stood up and his expression became so serious the people could feel their heart beating in their chest. "I said combat." Kazuo leaned up in his seat and Warren leaned forward. "Yeah, got your attention now, don't I? I'm here to make you all a very, very unorthodox deal so I'll simply put it as simply as I can. When mutants terrorists appear, you will be there to stop them. When the nations of the world sick their killer robots on the mutant populace, you will be there to dismantle them. You will be watchers over the world protecting both human and mutant kind alike. We don't need to win over the governments we need to win over the people and if we can do that then mutant kind will have a stronger advantage over the nations of the world we can begin negotiating towards a racial unity." ,, "You want us to become super heroes." Caitlin said flatly, bunching all that fancy reasoning into a single, simple sentence. ,, "In a manner of speaking, yes." His reply was as casual as it was honest. "I've spoken with all of you who have family and your families have all given me their blessing to proceed with this project, all I'm missing is what you want. If you choose not to be a part of this project, then I understand completely and will not hold it against any of you. It will be dangerous, the training will be tough, but I ask you to consider the good you will all be doing." ,, "The Sentinel Project has been in development for over seven years and of all the candidates Doctor Hunt, Mrs. Childs and myself have had the honor of meeting, you are the very best. Physically, intellectually and of course genetically." ,, "We're the strongest mutants you could find." Warren jumped on the band wagon of summing up answers. ,, "Precisely. You show the most promise and possess the greatest level of skill and assortment of mutant abilities. With training and focus, you can help reshape the world in the direction of peace for your species." ,,
  7. Participants This is a Sakurako and Natalie thread. Sakurako adjusted her windbreaker. It wasn't too unusual for her to wear it as she had been busy tidying up the outside as winter transitioned to spring. She had gotten into the habit also to be prepared for rain, as trying to hold a umbrella with a broom is a task doomed to fail. Although the weather today was due to be sunny and seasonible, there was still a bit of nippyness to the western breeze. She rocked back and forth on her feet, brushing off her dark purplish skirt or getting self-concious about her shoes. The converse shoes she was wearing looked cute and all, but were something new to her. She was waiting for her roommate Natalie. Before they take a Taxi to town to enjoy some rare free time. This was really Sakurako's first taste of freedom since the Dante's incident, although she did have to negotiate this outing. She was on academic probation, and Drumm had signed off on things, but admonished her that a second incident would not be tolerated. But if there was anyone that would signal the least amount of trouble, it is Natalie. She looked at her watch, whistling a little. "Come on... the Taxi will be here soon..."
  8. Morri ran. It wasnt all that different than her first emotional breakdown during the early weeks of her time at Hunt. But instead of running into the woods looking for solace from people, she was seeking certain people. Students gave her a wide berth for their safety as she streaked across campus. Though panicked, she was aware of what she was doing. Her nose was testing the air constantly, seeking one of a handful of familiar scents. When she found it, Morri skidded to a stop, her feet sliding in the soft spring mud. Jumping back and crouching, she confirmed it: Son-ja had been here recently. Sniffing, Morri followed the trail, as clear and bright as her friends hair. The path lead to the library, so inside the feral went, surprising the librarian. The man knew who she was, but had never seen the infamous mutant in his building. He rose from his chair, but she ducked past him without a word and dashed deeper into the shelving. Sonja was sitting on the floor. None of the furniture here was comfortable or at the right height for her legs anymore. Even if there had been a barstool to perch on, the seats were no longer wide enough to be comfortable for her hips. Not that she was fat! She was just big-boned. The kneeling cushion shed found at a new age store was perfect for softening the floor, and big enough that she could sit on it and cross her legs. It was still annoying that she couldnt sit on a chair; she was considering the possibility of using the tables as chairs. They were tall enough and probably sturdy enough Despite the fact that she held a book on the union efforts of early industrial U.S. in her hands, Sonja wasnt really reading it. She was too annoyed with her seating arrangements to concentrate, and though she was reading and pages were being turned in the book, she has no retention of the material. She was thinking about how she had to sit on the floor. Then Morri walked up, stepped between the book and Sonjas body, sat down in her lap and huddled against her. Sonja blinked as she found her arms and lap full of a shaking Morri. Even as she thought once again that someone needed to bell the red-eyed mutant, she set aside her book and hugged Morri. What is it? Whats wrong, Morri? The feral sat up and twisted to face Sonja. Mar-ko hurt head. Hurt here. Morri put a hand to her chest, her eyes wide as she looked to her friend for comfort.
  9. Early History ,, Seth's existence was not planned for by his teenaged parents, and they were ill-prepared to face the physical and social realities of raising a child, let alone one who was born albino and frail of constitution. Putting their son up for adoption, his parents faded from view and Seth was raised a ward of the state. It seemed most of the well-to-do families seeking a new little one through legal means were equally put off by his strange appearance and special needs. ,, Inner-city Catholic orphanages in the Bronx are no picnic even if you're a tough kid. Strange looking, small, asthmatic, autistic (albeit high functioning)...these things did not engender the compassionate acceptance they would in a more enlightened environment. Often picked on, Seth mostly kept to himself, hidden away in a corner of the library, his nose in a book, feeding his imagination. It was one of these books that began to change the way Seth thought of himself: Tir na Nog: Land of the Young. ,, Always shy about his appearance, Seth marveled at the description of the Sidhe; The Fair Folk, with alabaster skin and violet eyes...just like him. He began to fantasize that he was a Changeling, cast out from Faerie to live amongst the cruel and dark natures of mortals. In his mind he was a prodigal prince, destined to return one day to a family that loved him. Alas it would not be so. ,, Things came to a head for Seth at the age of 12, when he was transferred from St. Mary's to a private group home. The older children there were far more insidious in their cruelty, and the staff either did not notice or did not care. Seth never talks about what happened there but after only a month he ran away. ,, A quick study, Seth learned all too quickly what survival on the mean streets meant...staying out of sight, dumpster diving behind restaurants and grocers for perfectly good food that had been tossed aside, and the occasional petty larceny. He also managed to get in good with a group of local taggers and bombers, using his artistic talents to beauty the bleak ghetto landscape. It was while creating one such masterpiece in a subway tunnel that things took a turn for the decidedly weird... ,, Sounds of a scuffle swiftly sent Seth scurrying into the shadows. Peeking out from his alcove he saw a curious sight indeed...a group of thugs from the West Side putting the beatdown on a...giant lobster? No...a man, with the carapace of a crustacean, and the face and claws to match. Seth was frightened but couldn't turn away from the sight. Despite putting up a good fight, there were too many of the attackers. A sickening crack echoed through the tunnel chamber as a wrench punctured the lobster-man's touch shell. "Where's some melted butter when you need it?" one of the gangbangers laughed. "Never had me a seafood dinner before. Surf and Turf huh fellas?" His laughter echoed into the distance and was almost seamlessly matched by the rhythmic sounds of an approaching train. "Let's beat it!" the leader called off his soldiers. "Crawdad here's going to take the Night Owl home." In a few moments they were all gone, their victim collapsed across one of the tracks. ,, Seth remained paralyzed for several moments...unsure if he should run or help the monster laying huddled. Suddenly the creature's antennae twitched and it looked directly to where Seth's alcove. "H-h-h-elp me." it said surprising Seth with all-too-human syllables from it's mandibled mouth. Something in him softened in that moment, recognizing in the creature a person not so different from himself. The tunnel began to brighten as the train's headlight caught the curve in the tunnel, the sound of it's passage growing steadily louder, closer. There was no way Seth could reach him in time. A tingle behind his eyes, subtle at first which sent a icy chill through his body. Time seemed to slow down as the lead car barreled around the corner... ,, Seth's vision exploded with light, like a spike being driven into his skull right between the eyes. Even as he cried out a heavy object crashed into him from behind, knocking him down and the wind from his chest. Hard nodules scraped and dug into his skin. Crawling to his feet Seth saw what had hit him...the wounded lobster-man. "W-w-what happened?" he managed to blurt out. The lobster-man looked up at him. "One-of-us." it clacked out in it's strange voice. "C-c-come. Help-me. Ta-ayk you to see..." Putting one of it's claws around his shoulders Seth awkwardly helped the creature to it's feet. "Me-Shrimp" it said, clutching at it's cracked shell. "Y-ou-ou Elf." it added pointing one of it's feelers at Seth. Seth wondered what it meant, but said nothing as they journeyed deeper into the Underworld. ,, Shrimp lead the two of them into the bowels of the city, where Seth was introduced to the Morlocks...mutants by the surface dweller's definitions, albeit those too inhuman or too ashamed to live above ground. Shrimp was taken in by the resident healer, relaying the tale of his rescue. Seth was shocked when a sooty mirror was held up to his features for staring back at him was an image from his books. The prodigal prince had returned... ,, Seth stayed with the Morlocks for another couple of years, taken under the wing of the Bronx tribe of the greater Morlock Network. Honeybee...an otherwise beautiful black woman if it wasn't for her multiple segmented arms became something of a big sister to Seth. She was the one who learned about the Lawrence Hunt Academy, and who encouraged and finally convinced Seth he should go. He was still young, she had argued, and needed a place where he could get an education. More than any of them, he had a shot at being accepted in the topside world. Besides, with his ability to Gate, his Morlock family was only a word away... ,, Description ,, Small and slender, Seth's latent mutation followed along the lines of his imagination. His stark-white albino skin has taken on the luster of alabaster, nearly translucent and with no blemish, pore, or vein visible. His pale violet albino eyes are now a bright shimmering opalescent amethyst, and have become both slanted, larger, and slightly further apart than a normal human's should be. Combined with his small nose, perfect lips and pointed elongated ears, his appearance is distinctly alien if not entirely unattractive. ,, Not many people are able to see or appreciate his otherworldy appearance however. Aside from his own inherent insecurity over his appearance due to years of teasing and bullying, Seth's mutations have left him very sensitive to light. His pale skin will burn in a matter of minutes if exposed to the sun, and his large pale eyes are more vulnerable to glare. Due to a congenital defect, Seth was born with environmentally triggered asthma, and so usually wears a respirator and keeps an inhaler handy at all time, although in a clean environment like the Academy, he may be able to go without more than usual. ,, Seth's mutant expression and time among the Morlocks has taught him to be more social than before, though he remains shy and often quiet. The world is an oyster of sensations that used to overwhelm him, but his newfound perceptions have been both honed, and moderated, allowing him to process information more quickly and keep it well sorted for processing or action. His rich inner world is hinted at in his books (of which he carries but a few dirty and well-worn copies) but made manifest in his sketchbook. ,, A brilliant artist, Seth's style has been colored by his urban upbringing. Intricate graffiti, words drawn as geometric interlocking shapes of breathtaking complexity, characters and tableaus that combine mythological concepts with a hip-hop sensibility. Despite the street stylings, his work would be at home in any museum of modern art; however lacking the ability to see his talent for what it is, Seth remains shy about his art, keeping his sketchbook to himself and preferring the anonymity of the illegal street artist. ,, At his core, underneath his autistic reticence towards the world, Seth does contain a kernal of heroic greatness. In his mind he rides through tales of legend, but has not yet developed the sense of self-esteem required to embody his own ideals. Years of abuse have made him afraid of the horrors of the world, and so he retreats into his books, convinced that there is little he can do to change things.
  10. ~ Takes place during Learning Curve, after classes ,, Sonja glided out of the school and towards the student parking lot, her open pink long-coat swirling around her legs and a grin on her lips. It had taken a while, but she had finally gotten her BMW X6 adjusted, so she could fit behind the wheel again, though at the cost of most of the backseat room on the driver's side. ,, There had been annoyances, though. Finding out she was a mutant - she didn't have glowing eyes or blue skin, but, well, it hardly took more than a glance to tell she was more than human - the mechanics had dragged their feet on the work. Then when she had picked up her car, they had tried to over-charge her. ,, Which was kinda stupid when the client could benchpress buses. She really hadn't meant to intimidate them so badly, but she had wanted her car back, so she had simply picked it off the lift it had been sitting on. ,, She raised her fob and her silver BMW beeped as the doors unlocked. She slid in behind the wheel, luxuriating in the leather seat for a minute, a faint furrow appearing between her brows as she wondered if she really did smell a faint trace of brimstone or cigarette smoke.It was still a snug fit for her, and she was still adjusting to new sightlines, but it was hers. ,, She put the Sports Activity Coupe in gear, then peeled out of the lot with all the speed and unconcern of a young woman tougher and with reflexes greater than human. She had some running around to do and was simply happy to be driving a stylish vehicle again instead of the lumbering school van. ,, First, she stopped off at Barnes & Noble and picked up a copy of Dante's Inferno. And a copy of the Cliff Notes with only the slightest pang of guilt. ,, Next, was the main reason why she had come out. She had ordered something to gift 'Neca in return for the clothing she had arranged for her, and had gotten the call that it was in this morning from the specialist shop she had found. ,, However, when she was passing the Guiseppe Zanotti store, she couldn't help but stop in and look at the shoes. The sales associate gave her a surprised and not-quite-condescending look. She may have been dressed casually, but her clothes looked top of the line and someone as good looking as her must come from money. ,, On the other hand, she was a seven foot goliath, looming over the sales associate, despite her sky-high heels. Wistful, Sonja wasn't expecting to find anything in a size 17 and she didn't. But she could look, and take some pics with her phone. Maybe her aunts and cousins in Iceland could make something. I'll have to check to see if Zanotti, St-Laurent, or Louboutin take commissions... ,, With that detour over, Sonja finally made it to the specialty sewing machine shop. Idling before the shopfront, Sonja checked the address again on her phone, then frowned. It looked like an inconspicuous store with a very plain, brick facade... Built with a door all the way back when people on average were noticeably shorter than they are now. ,, With a sigh, Sonja climbed out of her car and wondered if they had a loading dock they would be willing to let her use.
  11. Sakurako closes her laptop and secures it in a metal locker she had bought surplus while she still had off-campus privileges. She straightens out the clean-suit she had been using for some of her cleaning duties as well as checked the respirator filter. She had already received a few strange looks from the students just for using it, but at least she felt safer. After cleaning her rubber gloves in the bathroom it was time for class. So she put on something she still felt comfortable in yet wasn't the Japanese schoolgirl look she had early on. Just a black blazer and skirt with a white blouse and a pink bow. The muted colors she didn't really care about, in fact she hadn't dyed her naturally white hair, so monochrome seemed to work best. Once she grabs her netbook and the few textbooks she actually was required to have physically, she steps outside her dorm and almost immediately she sees a note taped to the door. Rat. She adjusts her glasses. By now she's given up collecting these notes to get a handwriting sample. To her it was a futile exercise. She walks in the hallway with her head down. Mulling over and over in her head why doing the right thing wasn't so received as such?
  12. For Daniel, Confinement to campus was it's own special kind of hell. It was easy on his gasoline expenses, that was for sure, but If he wanted something he either had to have it delivered, or get someone who could leave to get it for him. Still he'd managed to put this together for himself and Diana, a nice picnic on a beautiful day. Still, a part of him was prepared for things to not go as planned. There was no real "secluded spot" on campus, so he simply made do with a nice spot by the lake. He didn't blame Drumm for being utterly disappointed. He didn't think his contributions merited such strict punishment, but he accepted it, determined to prove he wasn't a complete screw-up. The picnic was a mix or relaxing, and to get Diana outside abit. She didn't like going out, and he was pretty much the only one capable of getting her to go outside. She'd been disappointed when he told her everything, and still he hadn't hidden anything from her. He waited for her to get finished getting ready, before they set off on their day out. They had a big history test coming up and ostensibly the picnic was meant to help them study. The other aspect, was Daniel was decidedly tired of being cooped up inside.
  13. [OOC: This takes place after WCGW? and is a continuation of Relax, but is before BEGO!] As Curtis blissfully settled into his nap, the Morrigan slipped out into the darkness. The teen genius was smart, but he didn’t quite grasp the level of supervision that Morri required for any task that had the potential to be disastrous. Sending Morri out to hunt for meat that one intended to eat oneself had great potential for disaster. The night was cold but the huntress didn’t notice as she snaked her way through the woods that surrounded the Academy. Her first intention was to get rabbits, but she quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. Rabbits were not usually active at night, so she would have to find something else to eat. The feral didn’t have a list of do-not-eat animals, so she simply widened her attentions to focus on all the animals in the night. There was the dog-animal that yipped softly as it roamed in packs, but that didn’t seem very rabbit-like. Morri gave a moment’s consideration to the large rat-thing that hissed and scuttled away into the dark, but she ignored it too. The flying rats overhead were too small and hard to catch. Then she saw the grayish animal. It was bigger than a rabbit, with a black mask and striped tail. Despite the fox-like face and clever hands, it’s body shape was much closer to a rabbit’s. It was big enough that she’d only need two or three of them, instead of four or five rabbits. With a grin, she began to stalk the local raccoons, ambushing them as they went through several garbage cans on campus. Humming Eyem Yours to herself as she skinned and cleaned the bodies, Morri pondered the bird. Night wasn’t a great time for birds either, so she had to get creative. Leaving the raccoon bodies hidden in a tree, she crept back into the night to find her next ingredient. A strange hooting noise drew her ear, and soon Morri had found her bird. It was lots bigger than the star lings she’d gotten before, and Morri grinned with delight as she realized she’d only need two of the birds. Catching them was a lot harder; getting close enough without alerting the birds was harder than it looked. But Morri persevered and soon she had her bird meal. Happily, she cleaned those carcasses and retrieved the raccoon meat too, then headed for the kitchen. When she found Curtis asleep, Morri huffed in annoyance. Lazy! Wasn’t he excited about PIE? Still, he appeared sleepy, and maybe if she was really quiet, he’d sleep through PIE and she’d have it all to herself. Well, herself and Kia. Morri quietly butchered the raccoons and owls, loading their meat into the pie dishes. It was easy; Alex had shown her how. She was very proud when she quietly slid the two large dishes into the pre-heated oven and cleaned up the leftover meat and bones. Then she slipped out to go wake up Kia and let her know the great news! They were going to have PIE again! [This fiction is open to anyone who wants to have their PC woken up for Raccoon-And-Owl Meatpie.]
  14. It had taken a lot of convincing Morri to calm down, but the feral had done it. It had been several days before she’d talk to Sonja. The busty blonde reminded herself constantly for those long days that Morri would come around, if given the time to do it at her own pace. It happened slowly: laboriously, even. But Sonja still counted herself as the lucky one; the red-eyed mutant hadn’t spoken to Alex yet. Alex tried; in his own gentle way, he attempted to make Morri understand that they were equals. It was a little hard when she wouldn’t even met his eyes; the very attempt sent her running away from him. He tried not to let it hurt, but the drastic change between the excited girl playing on the guitar, renaming notes and this frightened child was hard to bear. It only made it worse to know that he’d caused it, indirectly. Finally, Alex waited for her to make the first overture to him. It came only a couple of days after he stopped trying, though he didn’t recognize it. He found one of his guitar picks lying on his pillow. It had gone missing not long after he’d arrived here. Alex had assumed one of the freshmen girls that had been making eyes at him had taken it, but he’d never figured out which one. Apparently, he’d been wrong; it had just been misplaced. Likewise, he didn’t recognize the candy bar as being from her either. It was his favorite candy, and he guessed that another admirer had left it. Some part of him hoped it was Velvet, but didn’t seem her style. Kia, maybe? The sun-child spent some time considering the possibilities, but no candidate jumped out at him. The porn magazine was written off as a joke. It seemed the kind of thing that Warren would do for a laugh, particularly as the magazine had been called Beautiful Black Busts. So he’d laughed about it, discreetly 'read the articles' and gotten rid of it. The escalation had gotten weird then. He’d find guitars from the school music room on his pillow, or a bit of food—always candy. Once, there were some car keys on his pillow. They’d been to Director Drumm’s car. Alex had quietly returned them, guessing that someone’s powers had gone awry. But part of him wasn’t quite sure. Sonja’s underwear could not be ignored—in all possible meanings.
  15. Name: Julie ’Firework’ McCalister Age: 16 Gender: Female Description: 5’2 and athletically slender, Julie is a blonde-haired, green-eyed fireplug of a young woman, almost always in motion or doing something. Almost incapable of taking things seriously outside of a few topics since her mutation started making everything so easy for her, her sheer energy bubbles off of her with a grin and a laugh. She takes as little care for her appearance as she can get away with, keeping her hair no longer than the bottom of her ears for ease of care and dressing with the same practicality in mind. History: Julie McCalister was born and raised in the rural foothills of southern California, as much a child of the sun and open air as her parents, the owners of a successful cattle ranch. With three older brothers competing to inherit the family business, she felt free to bow out of the whole business and do what she wanted, aided by her doting Father and in a state of on-and-off warfare with her Mother tries to get her to apply herself to things she doesn‘t immediately love. She proved herself a gifted athlete leading out of middle school and into high school, particularly in the arena of track and field, albeit one who had to constantly force herself to put in the time needed to keep up her grades to stay competing in those events. The adrenaline-junkie’s bright disposition and success kept her surrounded by an ever-shifting cadre of like-minded friends and hangers on. That came to an end when her mutation made itself fully known at a particularly important track meet, most of her best teammates sick or injured, herself not feeling 100% but determined to run the event anyway. Julie made her best time yet, feeling so bluntly alive and in the moment as she came to a halt that it took her a few heartbeats to hear the shocked murmurs, to miss the customary cluster of happy teammates, to see the fact she was literally glowing, bright blue lines of illumination running up and down her body. The glow went out from surprise as the word ’Mutant’ was picked up by the crowd and repeated, whistles shrieking and her coaches coming up to escort her off the field with less than kind words. The weeks to follow were bad weeks. Kicked off the team as trophies were stripped away from her school. Rejected by the circles she was accustomed to moving among. Dreams of a future in sports smashed to ribbons. A through humiliation made only marginally better by a family suddenly unsure how to deal with her and the bittersweet joy of being able to do more with her new gifts than she could have ever done before. Then came a pamphlet in the mail and an invitation to a school for mutants… Maybe this could be something good. Stats              
  16. Mutant Name - Locomotive Real Name - Charles Leo Sayer Nature - Survivor Str: 5 MStr: 2(Irresistable Force) Quality: Brutish Brawl: 2 Might: 2 Per: 2 MPer: 0 Awareness: 2 Investigation: 0 Cha: 3 MCha: 0 Command: 1 Etiquette: 1 Perform: 0 Dex: 3 MDex: 1(Enhanced Movement:Running) Athletics: 3 Drive: 0 Firearms: 0 Legerdemain: 0 Martial Arts: 0 Melee: 0 Pilot: 0 Stealth: 0 Int: 2 MInt: 0 Academics:1 Bureaucracy: 1 Computer: 1 Engineering: 1 Intrusion: 0 Linguistics: 1(Spanish) Medicine: 0 Science: 1 Survival: 0 App: 3 MApp: 0 Intimidation: 3 Style: 1 Sta: 5 MSta: 2 (Immovable Object) Quality: Determined Endurance: 3 Resistance: 3 Wits: 3 MWits: 0 Arts: 1 Biz: 0 Rapport: 1 Man: 2 MMan: 0 Interrogation: 0 Streetwise: 0 Subterfuge: 1 Powers: Invulnerability(Physical): 3(3 tainted) Armor: 1 Hypermovement(Running): 1 Backgrounds: Dormancy: 1 Genome: 2 Eufiber: 3 Contacts: 1 Quantum: 2 Q. Pool: 24 Initiative: 5 Willpower: 4 Taint: 3 Soak: 13(31)B/9(27)L Aberrations: Unusual skin color(dull grey), when he activates Hypermovement a ghostly image of a train appears around him, and gains speed as he does. Power Theme: Runaway Train/Brick. BG: Chuck was a single child. His mother was a hair overprotective, but his father was a big man, who tried to get Chuck into sports. Chuck love the time he spent on the sports field, but his mother was only allowing him to do "Non-contact" sports, such as baseball. His secret ambition was to play on a football team. His dad tried and tried to convince his mother to let him play. This wore her down until in freshman year of high school, she let him try out for the team, thinking it would get it out of his system. During the tryout that he finally got, he was put as a fullback, trying to help determine what position he would fit into. He got laid out by a senior offensive lineman. But he bounced right back up, and got into position for another play. The lineman saw this and began to salivate at the thought of pounding this freshman into the ground. The ball was snapped, and Chuck began running, trying to block for the main running back. From there, Chuck's recollection gets hazy. Time seemed to stand still, and everyone swears they heard a old-style steam-whistle right after Chuck began running. He plowed right into that senior lineman, and knocked him aside like a rag doll, giving the running back a giant hole to run through. When Chuck stopped moving, he collapsed, and fell into a deep sleep. After a few hours, Chuck woke up and tried to sit up, just to discover that his mother and father were looking down at him with fear in their eyes. They gave him a good talking to, and grounded him for 2 weeks. Apparently, he hit the lineman with such force that he cracked two ribs. His parents, having read news reports and hearing stories, convinced themselves that Chuck was a mutant
  17. Chuck was getting antsy. His trip from New York City was taking longer than expected on this shuttle. But at least he had some great scenery to keep him occupied. His main companion on this interminable ride was a young lady with a tan complexion. Her movements upon getting into the van were graceful, almost inhumanly so. His thoughts were trailing back upon his family and friends back in Connecticut as he stared out the window, watching the world outside. "Damn it. I wish I was back home already. I guess it's better for me to be here, but still, who heard of a pro athlete coming from here." His thoughts were jarred back to the present as the van hit a large pothole. He looked over at the van's other occupant and chuckled, "That was a big one. Hope we don't hit too many more. Not sure this van could take it. "
  18. Been putting off posting this for a while. Crunch Name: Natalie Kenny Nature: Jester Theme: Magnetic manipulator Nationality: American Hair Blond Eyes Blue Gender female Age 15 Native Language English Origin: Car Accident Attributes STRENGTH 2 DEXTERITY 3 STAMINA 3 PERCEPTION 4 INTELLIGENCE 3 WITS 3 APPEARANCE 3 MANIPULATION 2 CHARISMA 3 Mega Attributes Dex 1 App 1 Int 1 Abilities Brawl Awareness 3 Intimidation Might Investigation 3 Style 3 Athletics 2 Academics 2 Interrogation Drive Bureaucracy Streetwise 1 Firearms Computer 3 Subterfuge 1 Legerdemain 2 Engineering 3 Martial Arts 1 Intrusion Melee 2 Linguistics 1 Pilot Medicine Stealth 1 Science 2 Survival Endurance 3 Arts 3 Resistance 3 Biz Rapport Command Etiquette 1 Perform 2 Backgrounds Attunement 3 Backing Cipher Contacts Dormancy Eufiber Followers Influence Mentor Node 3 resources 2 Powers Magnetic Mastery 2 (Magnetic Blast, Magnetokinesis) Elemental Mastery 2 (Electricity, Blast, Propel) Other (Initiative, Willpower, Quantum, etc) Initiative 7 Focus 1 energy pool (22) WILLPOWER 3 Enhancement Attribute Flexibility Dex Taint Resistance Int Ms. Nobody Aberration/Flaws Bonus spends 1 on raising attunement to 3 +6 to abilities (Spent raising Investigation, Survival, Arts, Style by one and perform 2) 5 on Dex 3 5 on Stamina 3 2 to raise athletics to 2 2 on Stealth 1
  19. "Look, guys," Director Drumm tried to plead with his three gathered students. "It's not that big of a deal, okay? We're just going to meet a family who's interested in their daughter joining our family and I'd like for them to meet a few of our students here to help break the ice. Easy peasy." "But... it's freezing." Aradia said calmly as they all stood there in the driveway waiting for the van to warm up. The quartet stood shivering. "We could totally keep an eye on things for you while you're gone, no problem. Just a normal day." As if on cue a young mutant with redish hued 'psychic wings' flew past them at break neck speed, slamming into a tree a second later. His 'wings' fizzled out with a blink as he tumbled to the ground just before all the snow in tree buried him. The kids that were chasing him ran to the tree as he was digging himself out, apparently unhurt. He grounded mutant raised his hands, pleading to one of the others that was approaching. "Mucus tag!" The approaching mutant shouted before drowning the snow covered boy in a barrage sticky, slimy mucus balls he dripped into his hand from his never empty nose. The Director and his three companions simply stood there, mouths agape in disgust and horror at the rather rancid scene. This of course meant retaliation and in a matter of moments the booger soaked boy begain blasting the others with bolts of reddish psychic energy, leaving them all drooling in a heap upon the cold snow. Jericho smiled brightly looking to Aradia. " Oh, how I yearn for normal. Get in the van." He ushered them into the van and turned to the poor snot soaked boy. "Hawke! Hawke, are they dead? They better not be dead. Or vegetables. I want no vegetables either." The boy shook his head, trying not to cry at the humiliation of being covered in boogers. "They're just dreaming of Cookie Monster." "Well, that's rather kind of you, I thought you baked their brains this time." Jericho was rather pleased at the restraint the young man showed despite how he was just treated. "Not really," Hawke shrugged, still shambling his way to the front entrance wringing boogers out of his scarf. "They're the cookies." With a stern glance the occupants of the van quit laughing hysterically. So much for restraint. Jericho sighed. "Just get inside and let someone know they're out here. We can't have them freezing. We'll talk when I get back." He climbed into the van and began driving off and by the time the van had reached the end of the drive way, all four were laughing hysterically again... Just a normal day. About an hour later... "Alright, we're here." The van pulled into the driveway of a rather nice home, apparently the parents did pretty well for themselves. "Now, remember..." "No power use." Aradia repeated, with a roll of the eyes. "Be respectful." Alex chimed up. "We're here to set their minds at ease about the school." Natalie said on queue. "Thank you. Now come on, try to have some fun with this. What's the worst that could happen?" He said with his typical charming smile. The four stepped onto the porch and Alex rang the doorbell...
  20. Manhattan, 12:07AM... Somewhere in a stuffy unmarked van... The glow of the screens lit of the faces of the three technicians as they stared at their instrument panels. A variety of tracking information displayed swiftly as the entire topography of the eastern seaboard was laid out for their research. Anther screen was separated into sixteen viewable areas each for one of the drones that patrolled a given area. Dark and cramped they sipped their coffee, waiting for something... anything. *blip* With the cup still tipped to her lips one of the technician's eyes slowly moved to either side before looking down at the console skeptically. *blip* *blip* She nearly spilled her coffee as she stumbled for the console, now assured that the blips were coming from hers. "Sir! Sir, I have a ping. Manhattan, one of the drones' scanners just got a genetic match! Pin pointing the location." The man sitting in the driver's seat raised a radio. "We got him. Subject 117 is on the move. I want two units prepped and ready for deployment on my mark. Coordinates will be sent shortly... failure is not an option. We need this thing back in a cage by dawn." Lawrence Hunt Academy, Director Drumm's office... just a bit sooner... "I think you're out of your mind." Her flat tone was, as usual, devoid of anything resembling tact or personality. "Jericho, Morri is not ready for something like this. I urge you to seriously reconsider. You'll be placing other students in jeopardy if she has an episode." "Duly noted, Denise," He replied to his Assistant Director. "In fact, I agree with you, but this is what Lawrence wants. He assures me that Morri can handle it, plus she's the only student that possesses senses keen enough for the task. Besides, she'll be able to sympathize." "They're just high school kids, Jeri. I don't like them being 'used' like this." It was evident that she was stressed with the situation. Ms. Childs had a reputation for being the most ruthless faculty member of the Academy. She was cold, meticulous, and anything a student said to her was simply an excuse. She promoted honesty, responsibility and discipline, so as one could imagine she wasn't very popular with the students. "I trust Lawrence, I do, Lord knows he worked miracles for me, but I was older. They're," She paused and took a breath. "They're just kids. What is something happens?" Director Drumm shared her anxiety for the situation yet still managed a professional, charming, and sympathetic smile. "Hopefully something will happen, Denise. Hopefully these kids will be the hope this world needs. For now, I trust Lawrence. He's never given us any reason to doubt his judgment, so I say we give this plan of his a chance." With a sigh she caved. "Very well, I'll go wake them. But I want the record to show..." With a smirk Jericho offered a bow from where he sat in his over stuffed desk chair. "Of course, the record shall so reflect. And, Denise," As she paused and spun back around to face him, her hand on the door knob. "Thank you for trusting Lawrence, and me. I love these children as much as anyone, especially you." "I know..." With that she left the office. Several very groggy minutes later... As the students, still in their sleeping clothes, sat in the Director's office they couldn't help but yawn and rub their eyes. Curtis polished his glasses as the sleep faded from his thoughts. Glacia brushed her hair and Morri... well Morri seemed surprisingly awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed as the expression went. The girl never ran out of energy it seemed. "First of all, thank you for allowing us to inconvenience you this evening." It was amazing how Director Drumm made you feel like a person instead of just a student. "I do apologize, but this is a bit of an awkward situation. You see there is a boy, like you, out there tonight, alone and in trouble." He pointed at the window to emphasize that 'out there' could quite possibly mean way out there. "Simply put, I'd like you to find him." He paused for a moment then continued. "Now, I know it's late and I know that this is a faculty issue, but you three posses the skills and, well, to put it bluntly, your mutant abilities would be an incredible asset to the search. I'd like to remind you that you are here to learn, not for me to exploit your talents, so if you do not wish to help, I understand completely." "Some very bad men are hunting a boy, a mutant boy and if they catch him, they'll hurt him." Jericho was looking at Morri now, speaking in a manner easiest for her to understand. "I would like your help Morri. Would you use your nose," He pointed to his own nose for emphasis. "To help us find the boy before the bad men do? We'd like to help him, but we need to find him."
  21. She'd been wanting to go for weeks and with Sonja out of her hair for the night, now was the best time. Talking her boyfriend, Warren, into violating curfew, leaving school grounds, and possibly adding drinking and disorderly conduct to the list should have been difficult, had Warren not been the rebel sort. In truth the conversation was a simple "Wanna go?" only to be answered with a "Fuck yeah." without much time in between to consider the consequences. When Daniel had caught them trying to sneak out, they thought their plan was blown. Not that Daniel was what the other students would consider 'straight laced', but compared to the 'Dismal Duo', Oneca and Warren, he was practically a saint. Nothing went right it seemed. After agreeing to let Daniel come along, after negotiating how much trouble they'd get into (despite the ass beating Warren promised him) if Daniel ratted them out, their 'date' quickly became two 'plus one'. It wasn't until they had to recruit Sakurako to bypass the security system on the dormatory's back doors that the took a downward spiral. As payment for applying her 'l33t' skills on the door, Sakurako wanted to know why which inevitably led to Oneca telling her, then convincing her to come along. Oneca took much love in the corrupting others, especially when they were sweet, innocent young Japanese girls in school girl uniforms. It was too delicious of an opportunity to pass up, so with a roll of Warren's eyes, they were off. Some time later... It was Daniel's turn to roll his eyes as Warren thumbed through at least six wallets that he boosted from the crowd they walked through a few blocks away from their night club destination. He counted out the cash while dumping the wallets in a trash bin. "Seriously, Warren?" Daniel motioned to the money and the wallets he'd dumped. "Ever stop to consider that those people have to eat? Maybe have families?" "Nope, not once." Warren kept counting as Oneca drug him along towards the sounds of thunderous bass. "Look Firecrotch, you wanted to hang, you're hanging. So nut up. You want your cut, or not?" "I get a cut?" Hotstreak asked, confused. "Yup. You were with us, you get a cut." Warren handed a small wad of folded bills. "Well okay then." He shrugged as his morals took a decisive one eighty. Warren thumbed behind him towards Sakuraku, who was taking in the sights of New York. "Just don't tell the Squint, I don't need the headache." Dante's was everything Oneca imagined it would be, plus a lot more. It was a hell themed night club with flame motifs everywhere. She noticed Daniel and Warren didn't mind the way the female staff were all done up to look like 'devil's little helpers' in tight, revealing red outfits the shimmered in the various lighting effects. The music thundered around them as all manner of mutants wandered about the place. Some looked relatively normal while other showed signs of obvious mutations. Some were just a simple pair of glowing eyes while others were a bit more radical, like the mutant called "Ox" over by the bar who was as tall as Sonja (if not taller) and possessed impossibly bulged muscle tone. What made Dante's unique though, was that catered to mutants only. No one knew who the owner was, but it was on good authority that it was owned and operated by a very wealthy and influential member of the 'mutant community'. It was here though that mutants could free from the persecution of humanity, if only for a little while.
  22. Los Angeles Dusk approached and slowly washed its shadow across the giant city of Los Angeles California. The city was at relative peace with commuters returning from their jobs or setting off to the late shift while still more people were simply just enjoying the warm night air as sun set along the western horizon. Several along the boardwalk looked up as a strange shadow caught their attention before it plummeted from the sky and smashed into the asphalt with a motorized impact. The thing was robotic, humanoid and stood at about twelve feet. Flat metallic paint coated its frame as it looked about before out stretching its arm. Compartments slid open and several barrels retracted about the radius of the machine's forearm and begun to spin slowly in an ominous whine. Mutant Gene Detected: Commence Termination Shards of orange light ejected from the whirling barrels at a pace that no human would have kept up with. One by one they tore into people on the streets, average people that no one would have suspected to be carrying the X-Gene. A man carrying groceries was torn to shreds his strange bluish-green blood smearing along the walls and businesses he was passing by. A woman, who had been jogging along the boardwalk when the excitement begun had managed to shift her skin into granite a moment too late as the things beams rocketed through her stony body leaving a searing hole where her chest used to be. Thunderously it stomped on the road as people stood paralyzed with fear while others ran for their lives. "Mutant Gene Detected: Commence Termination" Its voice modulated aloud granting warning and, indeed, pause to those who knew they weren't mutants who now stopped to watch the machine do what it was programmed for: slaughter. Reaching down it tore the roof from an SUV as the mother and her two children screamed in fear. Reaching in it plucked the twelve-year old daughter out of the front seat while she was struggling to undo her seat belt. The mother screamed and yelled for the thing to stop but it did only what it was programmed to do. The girl screamed as she hit the concrete hard on her back, taking the breath from her lungs. The crowed turned away as a grizzly splatter smeared across the street when the machine's massive foot smashed down upon the young girl. The robot looked to the mother who was in a tear filled panic with shock not to far away. Its metallic hand have her an approving 'thumbs up'. "Thank you for your cooperation ma'am, vote Obama in 2012." Thrusters kicked on from its back, launching its massive body into a power slide across the asphalt to continue its patrol of Los Angeles streets. Manthattan, 24 hours later… The plan was a simple one, take the new student Renaldo out for a fun night and give him the opportunity to spend some time a few of the other students, make some friends and help his adjustment to the academy go a bit smoother. They'd been given free movie passes, once again proving that sometimes LHA made having a good time too easy but you'd hardly hear them complaining. Sonja, Renaldo, Kia, and Josh exited the movie theatre, Sonja collecting a good share of whistles and propositions as they did so. Underworld: Awakening turned out to be pretty cool but just getting out of the school for a few hours was more than worth it. Director Drumm really trusted them it seemed, sending them into Manhattan with no chaperones or supervision. 'The only good mutie is a dead mutie!' 'Tell a mutie to kiss yer booty!' 'We were here first!' And other colorful slogans were spray painted all across the walls of the buildings they passed while the walked to the garage a few blocks away where the van was parked. They passed by the front of an electronics store where the current news caught the attention of the four students. The newscaster talked to the camera as the message 'Mutant Hive Routed in Los Angeles!' "Tonight's top story," He started. "Trial run of the Dreadnoughts has been hailed as a triumphant success as a mutant hive in Los Angeles was uncovered and neutralized with no civilian casualties. Authorities are still uncertain as whether or not the cell was linked to anti-human bombings and attacks in both New York and Washington. Department of Defense officials however say that evidence is undeniable." Professor Jensen appeared on the screen standing behind a podium speaking before a board of her 'peers' as the newscaster's voice continued. "Human rights campaigners and Amnesty International have both condemned the action as 'inhuman and unconstitutional', provoking a stern White House response." The camera switched to a scene where a man the screen introduced as General Conrad Drogan. "The President wishes to reaffirm his support for this project and offers his most sincere congratulations to the federal employees behind it. "We will not give into mutant terrorist threats like those from this so called 'Brotherhood'." The camera goes back to the newscaster. "Heavy stuff there, we'll continue to follow this story as it develops. When we return Tiger Woods announces his seventeen million dollar contract promoting Durex condoms." The commercials began and the young mutants were left on the cold dark streets of Manhattan suddenly feeling very alone. Sometimes it's not easy being different from everyone else...
  23. Early History... Sakurako was a sickly child, weak as a kitten and almost always ill. Her immune system was damaged by a unknown disease that made her susceptible to other diseases. Due to her special needs she was home schooled and spent most of her time indoors. Her only friends were the characters in the novels she read and the scientists who published their work. When she turned 14, she was rail thin, and some doctors believed she would die by 25. Ai and Sojuro Hino did everything for her they could, talking her to specialists, Looking into genetic therapy, and giving her what they can. Luckily as a rich family in Japan, they were able to cover the bills, with Ai a published and famous author and Sojuro a well respected aeronautical engineer, specializing recently in developing high-efficiency aircraft. Then one day her Aunt came with the worst possible news... Her mother and father were dead. Killed in a plane crash as they were flying home from Hokkaido. The two that cared for her deeply and made sure her every need was met, and they were gone. Her heart literally stopped. She was rushed to the hospital where they tried their best to revive her, then suddenly in the ER, she gasped. Her eyes went wide, and she screamed... “MOTHER!!!!” She fell unconscious. She woke up 7 days later, breathing soundly, and she felt different. She was already good at understanding what the Doctors talked about but she could easily read the stuff they wrote. “Psychological and Physiological breakdown induced by extreme emotional distress. Recommend Hospice care.” She stumbled to a mirror, after ripping every cord and hose connected to her and looked at herself. She saw her hair had turned white from shock. But she could all of a sudden understand everything that has happened to her. Once her Aunt knew she was awake she left with Sakurako for New York and took care of her and helped her recover. Sakurako found out her mutation granted her a second chance, and made her mind sharper and more capable of handling information. Her mind was thirsty. What she also noticed is she wasn't weak any more. She was able to run like a normal girl, and actually life a normal life... but fate was cruel. As a Mutant she could not do those things. Her Aunt, Sachiko Aino, was a mutant activist, and knew of the Lawrence Hunt Academy. In fact she was able to get an audience with Director Drumm himself. A year after the worst week of her life, she was about to step foot out of the family limousine and start a new journey. She will discover what saved her life is a far greater gift than she thought.
  24. [13th January] The winter sun shone bravely down over the Lawrence Hunt School's extensive grounds, reflecting brightly from the snow-covered fields. Here, amidst a birchwood copse in the southeast corner, a second sun shed light and warmth over the silvery bark of the trees. The radiance emanated from a youth who was, to all appearances, sitting on air a few feet from the ground, fine-fingered hands playing over the strings of the expensive guitar in his lap. Long golden hair, usually brushed back into a ponytail or else neatly down his back, was instead draping over his shoulders and face in splendid dishevelment as he hunched over the instrument. Blue eyes the shade of a summer sky were somber, matching the expression on his heartstopping features, and his fine tenor voice was soft as he sang the words accompanying the haunting melody his fingers coaxed from the guitar. Alex was miserable. He'd thought he'd known was being miserable was. Objectively, his rational mind told him that there were people who had suffered far worse miseries than his current woe. Objectively, he told himself that he was being a little stupid. Subjectively, he'd told his rational mind to go take a holiday. Obviously the rational mind had no idea what being miserable was, and therefore wasn't equipped to make a judgement. He finished the song, feeling wonderfully bittersweet, then began a slow, sad Spanish guitar piece as his thoughts revolved, round and round. The romance had lasted... a week? Maybe two? Not much of a romance, as epic love stories went, but Alex's first, and therefore earth-shattering. A few kisses, a date or two, and then... He fumbled the next note, and angrily twanged the guitar string. It would have been easy if Violet had been mean, or callous, or uncaring. He could be angry with her then, dismiss her effect on him as something temporary, something hormonal. But she'd been nice. And reasonable, explaining that she didn't want complications in her life right now, what with her studies, and the uncertainty of Mutant High's future, and a bunch of other arguments that were mature. It was obviously difficult for her to tell him face to face, but she did so, and then she'd hugged him lingeringly and whispered (and here Alex groaned as he remembered yet again) that they would always be friends!. "Bollocks." he muttered, a little angry. At himself, mostly. Because he knew that he would get over this, and he would be able to be her friend... but he didn't want to. He wanted to be sad, and angry. Bloody Revenant spending four hours a day making out with Oneca in the dorm room, and I'm the goddamn gooseberry who got dumped. Music. That was his solace. He could express himself, purge the feelings. He bent over the guitar again, burnished hair covering his face as the golden nimbus of solar light around him as he played, blocking the world out for a time.
  25. Student Dossier: Caitlin Kieran Birth Name: Caitlin Aislinn Kieran Aliases: None Concept: Feral Nature: Bravo Allegiance: The Lawrence Hunt Academy Identity: Public Nicknames: None Occupation: Student Legal Status: Caitlin is a legal citizen of the United States with no criminal record. Marital Status: Single Known Relatives: Eileen and Michael Kieran (parents). Group Affiliation: None Age: 17 Gender: Female Ethnic Background: Caitlin is a second-generation Irish-American. Nationality: American Height: 5’7” Weight: 145lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Handedness: Right Distinguishing Marks: None. Caitlin possesses no visible scars, piercings, or tattoos. General Appearance: Caitlin is a well-built, athletic young woman with freckles, bright green eyes and a thick mane of coppery hair. Her style of dress is invariably casual, tending toward t-shirts, sneakers, and jeans for both comfort and practicality. Both her appearance and mannerisms illustrate an almost preternatural vibrancy, a nearly palpable aura of liveliness and energy found only in the wildest and most verdant corners of the world. Abilities/Special Skills: Caitlin has a natural aptitude for physical activities ranging from organized sport to self-defense. Personality: Although by no means a recluse, Caitlin seems to have some measure of difficulty empathizing with other students and lacks the more refined abilities of tact and diplomacy, preferring instead to deal with social situations in a very direct and forthright manner. Her temper is well-documented, and though joking references to her hair or heritage are often made, it seems to be an unfortunate side-effect of her genetic mutations. Any disciplinary infractions related to this tendency will need to be closely monitored. Interests: Her school records indicate that she is a very diligent student, though she lacks any enhanced intellect or mental faculties. She states that before coming to the academy, she intended to pursue a degree in veterinary medicine. She has some botanical leanings, as well, perhaps due to the influence of her mother, and has already collected an assortment of houseplants; tending them may prove therapeutic, given her susceptibility to emotional stimuli. She has also expressed an appreciation for a wide range of physical activities, particularly those geared toward the outdoors. Background: Born in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Caitlin’s childhood was a comfortable one, if not ideal. Her mother is a noted botanical pharmacologist who has long researched the effects of naturally-occurring organic compounds in neurological studies, and her father is a retired Army Ranger currently contracted by a private security firm. It remains unclear which carries the genetic predisposition toward mutation. She had few friends, and the one external, non-familial relationship she works to maintain since her arrival on campus is one with her childhood companion, a young man named Devin Kincaid. He appears to have been something of a constant in her life, and she describes their wanderings around Central Park and Manhattan over the years with great fondness. She was very involved in a number of athletic activities while attending high school, including soccer, volleyball, and track, and volunteered at the Central Park Zoo. It was an incident there, in which she allegedly attacked an ailing tiger, that seems to have triggered her dormant mutant gene into activity, perhaps as a result of the combination of the so-called “survival instinct” and the neurochemicals flooding her system in a time of emotional and physical duress. This is the official explanation, though such an abrupt activation of dormant portions of her DNA seems somewhat implausible. There is a slim possibility, bearing further study, that the incident simply elicited a reflexive response to a threat which brought her previously-unknown abilities to the forefront.
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