Dawn OOC Posted October 26, 2013 Share Posted October 26, 2013 London – 3:00 a.m. local time ,, Tengri (hidden) Jeremy (ringer) Travis (big show) Tempest (support) ,, It admittedly wasn’t the best time to make a big reveal. David insisted however, namely for safety reasons. His outing in New York City, scheduled fifteen minutes ahead of everyone else’s, would draw the heaviest hitters of DEHA, possibly even from other countries. David was confident he, Matt and May could handle the Titans of DEHA. That left the second-stringers to deal with everyone else – if DEHA mounted a public response at all. ,, In Islington district, the mile-long Upper Street held many bars and restaurants. The former were just finishing kicking patrons out, while the latter were getting ready for an influx of drunk patrons. The streets were as busy as they were going to get at this time of night. ,, The cadence of drunken Londoners filled the early morning, disrupting the quietus of the half-sleeping city. The bright lights of Upper Street blazed as the mutants took up their positions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tengri Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 Tengri clung to the rooftops and the shadows - which were both in plentiful supply at the current hour and location. He wasn't certain how he felt about the "bread and circuses" portion of their plan, but he understood the rationale behind it, and he was looking forward to the "Big Reveal" of his species to the unsuspecting masses of humanity. Whatever else it would turn out to be, it would be exiting and dramatic and, ultimately, it would usher in changes that would affect all of them: humans and mutants. Hopefully for the better. ,, Hunkering down a little further into the shadows of his rooftop perch, Randall continued to watch and wait. He'd been waiting all his life for something like this to happen; he could wait a few more minutes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeremy Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 Jeremy leaned against the brick walls of some building. His place as the ringer was well set with the scheduled time and place if nothing else. His natural odor of drugs, variable at times, but always present and recognizable to the knowledgeable worked for once to make him fit in exactly. ,, He was bracing for the other shoe to drop. Since in their infinite wisdom, David, Sir John and company had placed Travis in charge of public speaking here. Travis was on their side, yes, and May and company very much vouched for him... but the man was a hammer, ultimately. ,, Not always bad, but even as a tool, you didn't use a hammer for something with even a modicum of subtlety. Jeremy waited, nonetheless, puffing on a cigarette and giving lazy, friendly smiles to passing women and men. ,, OOC As a note, start of adventure means Jeremy's HP tracker is at 1. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Travis Kincaid Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 Travis stood on the sidewalk at a corner. The pub behind him disgorged partons much like its patrons disgorged excess alcohol in the alley a dozen yards away. The occasional drunk stumbled into him, rebounded, and moved around him like eddies in a stream swirling around a rock. Travis paid no heed. He was given the task to make a spectacle of himself, call attention to mutants, and do so without hurting or scaring people. At least that was what David had said. What he hadn't said seemed to indicate that there was some measure of acceptable error in his plan, especially around Travis' part. ,, As a result the mutant stood unsure of what to do. There were cars, people aplenty, garbage bins, and any number of other objects, that Travis would demonstrate his powers on. He could fly. He could do so very much more than any of the pathetic blips that surrounded him in their drunken stupors and yet he was paralyzed by not knowing how best to do what needed to be done. Travis felt helpless. He was used to acting on rage and instinct, and having to fall back on forethought and reason was proving to be damn near impossible. ,, Travis looked up, seeing the barely there shadowed outline of Tengri, a barely there shadow that would have been overlooked entirely had Travis not felt him there as well. Travis turned and through the crowd he saw Jeremy blending into the background like a wallflower, doing his job as ringer as well as Tengri was on backup. Travis sighed. ,, He looked around at the people in the street, the ones in the pubs and restaurants, the carefree and so very human lot of them. They weren't even aware of him. He couldn't even get his rage up at these people unaware as they were of what was really happening around them. He was impotent to the only things he knew well; being angry and killing. He wanted to rage at them for what they had done to mutants, to him, to ... Travis realized, quite suddenly, that these people were just people. They didn't know about mutants, and they didn't have any hand, directly at least, in all that had been done to Travis and the others. To his mother. ,, "Goddammit," Travis muttered. "Fine. Ok, fine, fuck it." Travis stepped out into the street, forcing a car to stop short. "Hey! Hey all you ... people!! Time to wake the fuck up!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Travis Kincaid Posted November 6, 2013 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Nobody paid any heed. A few people shoved him as they stumbled out of bars, or into them. Several called him a tosser. "Damnit. Hey!" Travis quickly grew frustrated. The crowd flowed like a tidal surge, and Travis moved as he could through it to the center of the intersection, trying to gain the attention of the crowd and failing miserably. Frustration grew to anger, and Jeremy and Tengri both saw Travis flush with rage; this operation would turn into a shit-show if Travis lost it. ,, "Goddammit STOP!!" Travis' fury overwhelmed him, and he loosed his rang into a hammerstroke of kinetic power. In an instant all motion within twenty yards of Travis ceased, nullified or absorbed, leaving a still zone that encompassed the entire intersection and froze hundreds of people while hundreds more bumped into sudden obstacles created from their co-revelers. Travis, for his part, heaved deep breaths as he fought to calm himself, maintaining the improvised anti-kinetic field he'd created. He stepped onto a sewer cap and bid it to rise into the air, very much glad that he was practiced splitting his attention. ,, Fifteen feet into the air he stopped, hovering in place, looking at the people outside the zone he'd created as they looked up at him. "Hey," he said lamely, "Umm ... I come in peace?" ,, Power Stunt STOP! - Affliction 10 (hindered, immobile, paralyzed) [resisted and overcome by fortitude] • 4 points per rank +2 pts = 42 points Concentration (+1/rank) Instant Recovery (-1/rank) Affects Objects (add) (+1/rank) Distracting (-1/rank) Cumulative (+1/rank) Burst Area (30 ft radius) (+1/rank) Burst Area (60 ft radius) (+1/rank) Subtle 2 (flat +2 pts) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawn OOC Posted November 10, 2013 Author Share Posted November 10, 2013 For a second, people froze in shock—those that weren’t already frozen. Eyes flicked to Travis and then back around to the unmoving people. The first real cohesive sound was the click of a cameraphone, accompanied by a brilliant-white flash. That seemed to break the mood; other people pulled out their phones as a soft murmur ran through the crowd. ,, “Oi! How ya doin’ that?” One bold bloke, tall enough to see over the frozen people, peered at Travis eagerly. “Where’s the wires?” ,, Travis hovered the sewer cap closer to the man, letting him see that there were no wires. ,, “No, really, mate.” The man and those around him grinned up at Travis with drunken good-naturedness. “Howya doin’ it?” Around them, cameras snapped pictures and phones recorded. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Travis Kincaid Posted November 11, 2013 Share Posted November 11, 2013 Travis' jaw dropped as the people around the edges started taking photos and asking questions. Are they really so asleep? He released the others, maybe they could convince the rest that what he did was real. "Or maybe not," he muttered to himself as he reached out the the crowd around him. "You want to take photos and videos? Well fine, let me give you a better view!" ,, Travis reached out to every man and woman holding a cellphone or a camera, and lifted them into the air. Each felt as though a thousand invisible hands were lifting them, grabbing their bodies at every surface, and raising them up five feet, ten, fifteen. When they were all on level with him Travis raised his hands up. ,, "We are your brothers and sisters and sons and daughters, but unlike you we are different, we are gifted with powers that are beyond what you know. I can move objects with but a thought, I know of others who can move with the speed of a jet, or project energy from their bodies. We are ..." Travis stopped, unwilling to say mutant. If what Lamia said was true they had been around for thousands of years since man was man, that was not mutancy, that was something else. "Your governments and corporations have been hiding us from you. Capturing us and keeping us. Forcing some to work for them, coercing others, and being joined freely by some. Around the world thousands of us, tens of thousands perhaps more, are prisoners and slaves. ,, "We are different from you, in our abilities, and for some in our appearance," Travis wondered if Tengri would make himself known or not, he didn't know which was better, or care. He started to pick up other people from the crowd as he saw cameras and phones appear, and others just because, just as demonstration. "I come here tonight to reveal ourselves to you, without malice, without intent of harm, though perhaps some may find that hard to believe. An agency, spanning the world and funded by all the governments of the nations that you call home, has made an enemy of our kind by their actions of capture, enslavement, mistreatment, and murder. We will tear down the Department of Extra-Human Affairs, and see it brought to an end. After that the choice will be humanity's to make whether we become your enemies, or your friends." ,, Travis looked down, the street was clear, the intersection was empty of people, they all floated around him anywhere from five feet to fifty, a cloud of humanity and at the center a space, the the eye of storm with Travis at it's center, looking at the scared and the astonished, the awe filled, and the doubtful. With a sigh of resignation, he set them down, all of them, in ones and twos, and in groups of five and ten and twenty, until only he remained aloft. He looked down at them an waited, unsure of what else he could do. ,, deets Travis is fatigued after his power stunt prior. He's got plenty of TK to go around though, so picking up there people is relatively easy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeremy Posted November 12, 2013 Share Posted November 12, 2013 For a moment - Jeremy had been worried that Travis would hit the high explosive with his initial failure to catch the Islington street crowds' rapt attention. Fortunately, that crisis was averted. For the briefest of moments, Jeremy even had a bit of a grin crack as the skeptical mundanes were literally jerked up out of their complacency. ,, Reasserted assessment made him wonder if it had been a tad too aggressive - but all things considered, this wasn't so bad. He could work with this. And at this moment, Jeremy thought he had a ringer's moment to cue things along the right path. ,, "'Scuse me!" Jeremy called out, slightly louder than necessary, wandering up into the circle a little with a bit of blinking and a light padding of pausing between words to suggest some drug use slowing his ability to process the wonder in front of everyone. "Seriously... I mean, the DEHA sounds all... Men... in Black... but if they did this, Hitler stuff, wouldn't someone notice? How can they hide it?" ,, Jeremy hoped Travis picked up on the hint. The memory-erasing drugs, prison, lies... give the human masses a reason to feel threatened by DEHA as much as mutants were. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawn OOC Posted November 17, 2013 Author Share Posted November 17, 2013 “Hey, man, is this… like Gamma radiation or some shit?” A man not far from Jeremy was gazing skyward. His Lakers jersey and accent marked him as American. “I’d kill to be the Hulk.” ,, “Fuck, you wanna be a villain?” The American woman hanging on his companion rolled her eyes. “Splains why you’re such a jerk.” ,, “Fuck yeah, I want super powers. And if I gotta rob a bank because I got it, let me roll in the Benjamins.” The man made a gesture which tried hard to be street. ,, His friend snorted while the girl rolled her eyes. “God, Jake stop. You’re about as street as Wall Street.” ,, Another woman, this one a Londoner by her accent, said, “That can’t be right. The government couldn’t hide this from us!” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawn OOC Posted November 28, 2013 Author Share Posted November 28, 2013 She appeared suddenly below Travis, her arrival snapping and fluttering clothing alike. Her flight speed was incredible; she’d moved so fast that she appeared to teleport into place. She was of average height but her features were lost to a well of blackness; her skin, hair eyes – everything was the color of obsidian. The living shadow spread her hands and the onlookers started to collapse, falling to their knees before tumbling to their backs. A series of immediate, heavy snores rose from those fully collapsed. A few clung stubbornly to wakefulness. ,, Mechanics - Must Read Darkness Control . . Cloak of Sleep: Burst Area Affliction 5 (1st degree: Hindered, 2nd degree: Exhausted, 3rd degree: Asleep, Resisted by: Will, DC 15; Burst Area 2: 60 feet radius sphere, Increased Duration 2: sustained) ,, Everyone please give me rolls with your Will Save vs DC 15. Also, please give your Inits. ,, Above Travis, outside of Nyght’s sleep affect, a familiar blond man hovered, his expression annoyed. Travis would easily recognize Prime. Higher above Prime, Travis thought he could see a flurry of motion; someone else was up there, too. ,, Down in the audience, Jeremy saw the small squad of rapid responders approaching up an alley. If they were here, the regular army was out there, too. ,, DEHA had responded. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeremy Posted November 28, 2013 Share Posted November 28, 2013 "Damn!" Jeremy hissed under his breath for a moment. This was quite the response by DEHA, he immediately acknowledged. "There's your answer," he barked, still in civilian mode to the lady who'd asked Travis just moments before and the few others conscious now. "so RUN!" ,, Of course, he wasn't particularly concerned if that wasn't an option. DEHA wanted quiet, quick privacy. A battle actually served Jeremy's purpose and that of his group. Big, noisy, spectacle, lots of property damage - less about life. The big bad Brother Jackboot bringing an army into the city to shut up the poor mutants and the people just happening to be there. ,, OOC Dodge Check: Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 8+7: 15 Passed, so effect rank rounds to 3. DC 13 for Will. Will: Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 7+8: 15 Initiative: Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 19+2: 21 HP: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tengri Posted November 29, 2013 Share Posted November 29, 2013 "Predictable", was the only thing Tengri said in response to DEHA's arrival. As the shadow-woman's arms spread out and her sleeping-effect took hold, Tengri's wings unfolded from his back and spread out to their full 7 meter span. All thought of hiding abandoned, the huge mutant shot into the air on those same powerful wings and readied himself for a fight. Dodge Roll: 18 + 7 + 2 = 26. Success. [Centimane] 2:04 am: Dodge roll [Centimane] 2:04 am: /roll d20 Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 18: 18 [Centimane] 2:05 am: ah, there we go ,, Will Roll: 7 + 9 = 16. Success. Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 7+9: 16 [Centimane] 2:07 am: Will roll Initiative: 17 + 8 = 25 Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 1+8: 9 [Centimane] 2:08 am: Ugh. Spending luck on that. Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 17+8: 25 [Centimane] 2:09 am: Initiative HP: 3; Luck: 4/5 ,, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Travis Kincaid Posted December 2, 2013 Share Posted December 2, 2013 As the people below argued and asked questions Travis found himself at an utter loss. The questions were coming faster than he could answer, and even had he been able to he simply wasn't prepared for this. Gamma rays? Comic books? People actually wanted this burden?! Don't they understand? ,, When Prime and the others showed up Travis actually felt relieved. "Thank god," he said under his breath as he shot upward, dodging out of the darkness effect that engulfed the crowd. "Jer!," he yelled, "Think you can do something to negate that cloud? Make sure that these people see the truth with their own eyes?" ,, Without waiting for a reply Travis looked upward, locking his eyes on Prime and putting everything into his speed, intent on body slamming Prime at a few times the speed of sound. ,, Combat stuff [jameson] 12:03 pm: Dodge Check jameson *rolls* 1d20: 11: 11 +8 makes for a 19 ,, [jameson] 12:03 pm: Will Save jameson *rolls* 1d20: 13: 13 +10 makes for a 23 ,, [jameson] 12:03 pm: Initiative jameson *rolls* 1d20: 14: 14 +6 makes for a total of 20 ,, [Asarasa] 12:04 pm: Hey aJim [jameson] 12:04 pm: hi ,, Hero Points: 2 Condition: Fatigued Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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