Of Men and Titans II (IC)

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

'You have no mother!' Shouted Damien, about to rip his clone to shreds.
'I don't have any mother! You will pay for your insolence against me, I will make you-'

And there he noticed it, a mermaid clutching on his human body.
It all made sense...
'You are a Hora, the one responsible for the covenant granting my immortality, did you enjoy playing about with my life so that you could prepare to savour my soul!' He roared.
'This damned world..all it's ever done is make me suffer.'

Whirlpools began to form in the waters.
'I WILL SHOW THIS WORLD HOW ROTTEN AND CORRUPT IT REALLY IS! I WILL IMPOSE JUSTICE!'

On the brink of the moment a white electrical discharge came from no where across the waters that Damien possessed.
The whirlpools suddenly became calm, the water stopped rising.
Damien's body was lifted out by the waters and put back on solid land.
The waters were no longer sentiment as Damien's spirit returned back into his body, immortal once more.
His eyes slowly opened and everything looked fuzzy for a while before he readjusted.
He gasped 'No...the darkness..it's not what I am...'
Death stood before him.

Salvia
Salvia was again in the form of a young woman, as she was before she entered the river, stood behind Damien, her head held low. The Clone would reform eventually, those others could now slay the mortal beast. So Death, she thought in telepathy, shall I now approach the boy, to converse, or to sever so his spirit may be guided onward. Is it now his time, am I at last at liberty to release him from that which binds him to the mortal plane?

Death

The immortal's fate is at last in my hands, Clement.
She raised up a straw doll with a ribbon attached to its neck.
Are you to sever the seal of his immortality, nothing will be achieved unless I untie this Horcrux which contains a fragment of your soul I reaped from the beast when you jumped into the Nether. You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

A faint, near monotone smile formed on her face.

Damien

Damien regained consciousness and coughed out water.
He saw Demian regain human form and was laying helplessly on the ground, still unconscious.
Damien backed away from him, too scared to kill him.
He felt his sword still hidden away under his soaked overcoat.
He clutched it in panic and threw it into the river.
'Never..' he gasped.
His clone stood up, reverted back to child form.
'I don't need my pure form to demonstrate my superiority to you!'
He dashed towards Damien at a demonic speed and punched him before he even realized it.
Damien fell through a concrete wall and lost consciousness again.

14th February 1508, somewhere in Europe

'That elixir my son, was the Philosophers Stone and it has made you into a undying immortal forever frozen in the body of a ten year old.'
The alchemist's son, who would later use the alias of Damien Somerfield in his immortal life, was horrified at this revelation.
'What do you mean...I'll never grow up..'
He ran.
'Son!'
He continued to run across the hall which contained his family gallery, he ran with his mind under a total frenzy.
The door downstairs was locked.
CRASH!
He jumped out of the window and fell into a thorny bush. Quickly regaining consciousness he raised his right hand in front of him and saw the cuts and slashes made by the thorns and shards of glass. Then he watched his wounds instantly heal.

It can't be..what am I..
'Son! Are you alright?!'
He quickly stood up and resumed his run.

1529

'Come on...don't die on me' he was unable to hold his tears as he continuously kept shaking the dead girl's shoulders.
'Please...don't go!' he buried his face under his arms, sobbing like the child he was bound to forever be.

1590, North Pacific Ocean, The Lady Genevieve

Damien lay on board feeling seasick. Stupid immortality, you've saved me from burning, stoning, even crucifiction...
Yet you can't prevent me from feeling sea sick!
I wonder if the twelve other immortals here feel the same way..


Damien

He lay on the ground, having lost the will to fight.
Demian jumped after him and smashed his head into the pavement.
Damien's fractured skull quickly healed and he immediately blocked a proceeding punch with his hand.
The clone lifted up Damien and threw him against a brick wall.
Damien then grabbed the boy by the collar and delivered a right hook to his neck.
They both fell on the ground and started wrestling each other.
Demian picked up a rock and smashed it against Damien's head.
Damien pushed his foot against the clone's face, throwing him back.
The clone smiled in a sinister expression: 'Huh, unlimited lifeforce, that ought to do..'
'..what?' said Damien before he instantly understood. A thick black tendril sprung out of the clones chest and attached itself to Damien's.
Damien clutched it and tried to pull it off but it was no use.
'I might not have enough power to reabsorb the Philosophers Stone, BUT STILL ENOUGH TO PROVE MY SUPERIORITY!'
A burst of light blue energy was suddenly extracted out of Damien and continuously kept flowing into the clone.
'AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!'
'My main source of food, brother, the life force of others, and you being an immortal HAVE ALL THE LIFEFORCE I'LL NEED!' The black tendril withdrew from Damien's chest and reverted back inside Demian.
He was surrounded by an aura of sky blue energy, his eyes looked intoxicated of the life force he had just absorbed.
Suddenly it was as if he teleported, disappearing from his current place then suddenly appearing in front of Damien, before delivered a powered punch to his face.
It threw Damien through some wooden crates. He got up, surprised at what just happened.
Was that..flash stepping..?
Demian flash stepped towards him again and this time delivered multiple blows from all directions.
Dammit! He's too fast!
His right arm and left leg suddenly flew off.
'AAAAAAAAHHH!'
Upon reattaching the were promptly cut off again.
Too fast... can't react in time..wait..thats it...Time!
The Man in the Tree told me about time..how it was relative to your perception..how some could 'bend' their perception..how the shinobi had mastered the technique...

Demian flash stepped towards him again, intent on taking his head this time.

Bend...

........................
He felt different, as if his consciousness had drifted to another plane. Demian was still dashing towards him, albeit much slower. In fact, time itself looked slowed down, and Damien felt uneasy. Demian continued to dash towards him and so he had to act fast..he could only hold this perception for a few seconds at a time.
He quickly moved aside from Demain's point of reach, causing Demian to suddenly hit a concrete instead of him.
His perception returned to normal...

Demian appeared out of the rubble, looking annoyed.
'Big deal, so you trained with the shinobi to tune up your senses. It may allow you to dodge my flash steps but with that frail body of yours its purely defensive. And just how long can you keep up?'

Dammit, I can't even remember why I threw my sword away...
Damien raised his revolver and pointed it at Demian.
'Don't make me laugh' said Demian. 'I may not be immortal but a head shot won't be enough to-'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'Arrogance is more kind of my thing' said Damien as he repeatedly shot Demian in the head.
Several black tendrils popped out of the shadows and zoomed towards him, intent on absorbing his life force.
Keeping his senses acute he narrowly dodged them and jumped back.
'Good luck regenerating without any life force to feed you.'
'MOTHER!' the tendrils dashed towards Salvia, intent on absorbing her.
The Hora who wants to eat my soul... thought Damien.

BANG! BANG!
The tendrils stopped in mid air. Damien approached Demian. 'So much for superiority' he said in a sarcastic tone as he pointed the gun at the clone's head.
CLICK!
Dammit...
Demian snickered. 'The stone has corrupted you' he said with blood flowing out of his mouth.
Damien's eyes had turned scarlet red and he formed a poker face expression. He grabbed the handle of his revolver and pulled it off to reveal a long sharp blade.
'GGGHHHAAA!'
Demian was impaled through his throat.
'Die you homonculus impostor'.

29th December 2012

'Do you know what you are?' asked Dr Mosley.
'An abhuman sir,' replied a near senile Damien.
'No, I mean what are you now?'
'A Sanctified Super, sir.'
'And who is your master?'
'I swear my allegiance to the Order, sir.'

Excellent, thought Mosley. The brainwashing of this immortal is a total success.
He grinned.

29th December 2015

The lab was covered in blood, corpses riddled with bullets lay everywhere. In the center near the operating table stood Damien, breathing heavily and holding two Uzi guns.
'I...remember...' he said. He turned to Dr Mosley who lay on the floor, shot in his left knee.
'...how...did..you..remember?' he asked.

BANG!

[Rynagria]

Hiro
"......................... Y-Yeah.................... But there is something I need to do........... I just need to visit the nearest car dealership here, I don't have a way of getting to my place." Answered Hiro, looking away, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

"You see, the car I had was crap anyway, so................. If we can go to a car dealership, I wold appreciate it a lot." Said Hiro.

Yui
"Trouble will come soon." She whispered quietly, looking at the table.

Terra

"Huh?" Terra had noticed her when she had knocked on the window, it seemed that Hiro knew her from some where, it was obvious they weren't siblings so she figured they must be friends. No one else had seemed to hear her, or at least acknowledge her words. In the time that had passed since she had entered one of the workers had comeback with an Ice Cream cart, having been vending at the Voters Rally. Milton had given him the rest of the day off, and finally made his way to Yui.

"Welcome to Joes, that's me," he said with a smile though her lack of visible emotion puzzled him, "You look like you've had a busy day, their's nothing like a Sunday to level the work week." He said, trying to pun, Sunday as compared to a Sunday, "It's a, it's suppose to be funny." from all appearances, he wasn't effecting her, "Just, call me over when your ready."

Hiro
"Terra? Can your take us to the nearest car dealership? I need to buy a car before the day ends............... Terra?" Asked Hiro, tapping the part of table, trying to get her attention. He then leaned back, waiting for her reaction......... If she reacts to him.

Suddenly, Yui whispered something to Hiro, making sure no one but him was able to hear the message. She then quickly resumed her previous position, sitting quietly in the seat, not ordering anything. Meanwhile, Hiro's expression changed into something more serious. He had lost his smile, his brows slightly furrowed, and his right hand curled up into a fist.

........................... Great. He thought.

[Harbertia]

Terra

"Huh?" Terra had noticed her when she had knocked on the window, it seemed that Hiro knew her from some where, it was obvious they weren't siblings so she figured they must be friends. No one else had seemed to hear her, or at least acknowledge her words. In the time that had passed since she had entered one of the workers had comeback with an Ice Cream cart, having been vending at the Voters Rally. Milton had given him the rest of the day off, and finally made his way to Yui.

"Welcome to Joes, that's me," he said with a smile though her lack of visible emotion puzzled him, "You look like you've had a busy day, their's nothing like a Sunday to level the work week." He said, trying to pun, Sunday as compared to a Sunday, "It's a, it's suppose to be funny." from all appearances, he wasn't effecting her, "Just, call me over when your ready."

Hiro
"Terra? Can your take us to the nearest car dealership? I need to buy a car before the day ends............... Terra?" Asked Hiro, tapping the part of table, trying to get her attention. He then leaned back, waiting for her reaction......... If she reacts to him.

Suddenly, Yui whispered something to Hiro, making sure no one but him was able to hear the message. She then quickly resumed her previous position, sitting quietly in the seat, not ordering anything. Meanwhile, Hiro's expression changed into something more serious. He had lost his smile, his brows slightly furrowed, and his right hand curled up into a fist.

........................... Great. He thought.

She gave her attention as Hiro's expression changed, she immediately connected it to her neglect of his words; "I'm sorry, I, I was distracted." she was again fully into the conversation, "I don't have a car, so I'm not sure what your expecting."

[Rynagria]

Hiro
"Terra? Can your take us to the nearest car dealership? I need to buy a car before the day ends............... Terra?" Asked Hiro, tapping the part of table, trying to get her attention. He then leaned back, waiting for her reaction......... If she reacts to him.

Suddenly, Yui whispered something to Hiro, making sure no one but him was able to hear the message. She then quickly resumed her previous position, sitting quietly in the seat, not ordering anything. Meanwhile, Hiro's expression changed into something more serious. He had lost his smile, his brows slightly furrowed, and his right hand curled up into a fist.

........................... Great. He thought.

She gave her attention as Hiro's expression changed, she immediately connected it to her neglect of his words; "I'm sorry, I, I was distracted." she was again fully into the conversation, "I don't have a car, so I'm not sure what your expecting."

"Just bring or tell me to the nearest Car Dealership, so I can buy a car. I'm not asking you drive a ca, I just need to know where it is." Replied Hiro, crossing his arms, his foot beginning to tap. He wasn't really in a bad mood, it's just he was anxious again. The news definitely had shaken him to the core, but did not show much of his emotion, afraid that they'll ask questions about the matter.

[Harbertia]

She gave her attention as Hiro's expression changed, she immediately connected it to her neglect of his words; "I'm sorry, I, I was distracted." she was again fully into the conversation, "I don't have a car, so I'm not sure what your expecting."

"Just bring or tell me to the nearest Car Dealership, so I can buy a car. I'm not asking you drive a ca, I just need to know where it is." Replied Hiro, crossing his arms, his foot beginning to tap. He wasn't really in a bad mood, it's just he was anxious again. The news definitely had shaken him to the core, but did not show much of his emotion, afraid that they'll ask questions about the matter.

It was now Terra's turn to be suspicious, she began to think back to what they had said earlier, odd how Alex had spoke of Abhumans, then claimed to be one, strange how this one, Hiro, seemed to know her thoughts about being a freak, stranger even now that Hiro was acting this way, the young woman behind him, so cold, as if brainwashed, why would Alexandra, who seemed so loyal back then, tell such a story, for all she could have known I was- Terra's face was stern now, Hiro gave a military air, Alexandra was known as a model youth, and the woman behind acted like one of the Order's sanctioned. She was looking at Hiro, had she nearly fallen into some sort of trap, her eyes began to seep into a green hue, in a very eerie creepy sort of way.

[Personal Freedom]

Amelia

"Mommy, are you OK? You look bored and unhappy. I mean, your eyes are that pretty green again, but that's not good is it?" Amelia asked shuffling in her seat slightly. She looked slightly concerned, but she was still smiling slightly and now doubt still happy about the chance to get ice cream.

Alexandra
"Hiro, umm, you—actually—both you and Terra seem tense all of a sudden. Is something amiss? I could be wrong, but you both seem like you know something bad. An elephant in the room, so to say," she said uneasily. She stared down at table and joined the sober mood as she waited for an answer. She was looking flighty again, but then steadied herself and continued sitting.

[Rynagria]

Hiro
Hiro looked through the window, remembering all the times he had fought against the order, what he's done to survive. He then materialized an M1911A1, quickly taking out the magazine and pulling the slide back, then laying the empty pistol on the table.

"I understand if you don't trust me, after all we just met, and it's through Alex. Not only that, during the rule of the Order, I fought against them. Killed hundreds of soldiers, not in the name of SLF, but for my friend and cousin. Then after that, I went back to Japan, helped arm the military and police........... I don't need to for you to trust me, but I hope that........... I'm not sure." Said Hiro, explaining his past to Terra, his eyes still glued to window.

"...................................." The awkward silence continued, Hiro looking at the Colt M1911A1 magazine he held in his hand. Suddenly, Hiro began taking out the rounds and laying them on the table, placing exactly seven bullets.

"This how many days every week I think about the things I did to survive, the things that will haunt me for the rest of my life. How about you, what do you regret?......................................... I think it's best if I leave for dealership, I still need a car, so yeah. Excuse me Alex." Adder Hiro, scooting past Alex, then taking Yui with as he went out the door.

[Personal Freedom]

Hiro
Hiro looked through the window, remembering all the times he had fought against the order, what he's done to survive. He then created an M1911, quickly taking out the magazine and pulling the slide back, then laying the empty pistol on the table.

"I understand if you don't trust me, after all we just met, and it's through Alex. Not only that, during the rule of the Order, I fought against them. Killed hundreds of soldiers, not in the name of SLF, but for my friend and cousin. Then after that, I went back to Japan, helped arm the military and police........... I don't need to for you to trust me, but I hope that........... I'm not sure." Said Hiro, explaining his past to Terra, his eyes still glued to window.

"I think it's best if I leave for dealership, I still need a car, so yeah. Excuse me Alex." Adder Hiro, scooting past Alex, then taking Yui with as he went out the door.

Alexandra watched him hurry on his way with the girl she had seen before but only briefly. Slightly surprised and rather flustered looking she looked to Terra.

"How long has she been in here? I must've missed her coming in. I guess it must've been a blonde moment. She is a friend of Hiro's cousin I think, but... I'm surprised he left so abruptly. Anyway, whenever your ready, can you help me figure out how to—or maybe who to talk to so I can't rent this apartment?"

She stared at Terra's eyes.

That's curious, I didn't think her eyes were green.

[Harbertia]

Hiro
Hiro looked through the window, remembering all the times he had fought against the order, what he's done to survive. He then created an M1911, quickly taking out the magazine and pulling the slide back, then laying the empty pistol on the table.

"I understand if you don't trust me, after all we just met, and it's through Alex. Not only that, during the rule of the Order, I fought against them. Killed hundreds of soldiers, not in the name of SLF, but for my friend and cousin. Then after that, I went back to Japan, helped arm the military and police........... I don't need to for you to trust me, but I hope that........... I'm not sure." Said Hiro, explaining his past to Terra, his eyes still glued to window.

"I think it's best if I leave for dealership, I still need a car, so yeah. Excuse me Alex." Adder Hiro, scooting past Alex, then taking Yui with as he went out the door.

Alexandra watched him hurry on his way with the girl she had seen before but only briefly. Slightly surprised and rather flustered looking she looked to Terra.

"How long has she been in here? I must've missed her coming in. I guess it must've been a blonde moment. She is a friend of Hiro's cousin I think, but... I'm surprised he left so abruptly. Anyway, whenever your ready, can you help me figure out how to—or maybe who to talk to so I can't rent this apartment?"

She stared at Terra's eyes.

That's curious, I didn't think her eyes were green.

Terra now had a lot to consider she lowered her head, again this Hiro seemed to know what she was thinking. She began to wonder why she was so paranoid, as it was her who came to them. She should address Amelia, but she wasn't sure what to say. Even knowing what was in her had not stopped the child from loving her. Her heart began to warm again, though she didn't believe Hiro, him being a super was obvious from his creation of the pistol, still, he had not looked at her, Robert had once said that an honest man will look you in the eye. Hiro had not, "It's alright." she whispered mostly to her self.

She looked up again, and smiled having begun to reconcile her self, "Ray, Ray Resten, 1-555-282-1909, he'll be out this evening. I can write the number down," she took out a pen, and began writing on a napkin, "I'm sorry if I've been out of it, I've just got a lot on my mind." she finished her note and looked up, blue finally returning her eyes, "Speaking of which," that same romantic minded spirit from long before rose in her, though she wasn't sure how to ask if Alexandra, and Hiro would be moving in together, "Hiro seemed to," she was blushing now, she figured Alexandra would get the hint of what she was implying as she slid Alexandra the napkin.

[Harbertia]

Terra nodded, her brother had caught her twirling in the air near the main roads only a few days before. No one was on the road, but still, a car could have come by, leaving little time for her to descend before being seen. For some reason she had been exceptionally happy that day, something about squirrels, or was it birds? Wilson had nearly brought her to tears, she had never ment to bring do any harm, however, as usual, he had been able to get her to calm down. Even promising not to tell the parents, the'd probably not let them back in the woods for some time if they had found out.

He raised an eyebrow at Terra. She could be very absent minded at times. However she wasnt as much trouble as Dave. He turned his gaze to Dave. Dave smiled innocently and shrugged.
"What me? Ive never done anything to break the rules..."

"We both know that isn't true. If I catch you shooting beams of energy at Terra again Il make sure mom and Dad ground you for a century."

"Alright My Lord, may we go now?"

Smiling he said "Yes we will. Just don't loose the ball." He chucked a soccer ball at Dave.

Dave caught it and they set off.

15 minutes later

Once the reached the hill, they saw red tents fallen everywhere. Most everything looked like it went through a hurricane. Flintlocks were stewn around everywhere.

"Bran wasn't lieing, this looks like a civil war camp..." Wilson picked up a haphazardly stewn digital camera "But this doesn't look like it came from the civil war. I think this is just a re-enactment field."

"Disapointing...Oh well at least we can play soccer. Sis, you want to play?" He said while setting up a goal using some of the tent stakes.

"You play too much soccer, don't you want to explore? See what's here?" Wilson asked, being a history buff he was interested in how they got such realistic period firearms. He was only concerned about what made the reenactment people abandon their stuff so haphazardly.

Terra had been conflicted, she liked exploring with Wilson, but also knew that David wanted to play soccer, and that it was the only reason he had came with them that day. she spoke slowly, thinking out each world; "We should probably," she began rubbing the back of her head, "check the area out... before playing?"

[Corenea]

The recent election had been finished after a delay of complications due to a new political party entering the race and with recounting the votes over and over again the results are in.

45% of the votes go to the Unity Party
36% of the votes go to the Whig Party
and 19% of the votes go to the Path Party

Unity Party members celebrated the victory while the Whigs prepared to be in the opposition. Alex Walker is now sworned as Mayor of Cold Harbor. Hearing about the victory, the United Republic President Ted Paul decided to congratulate the victory of Alex Walker personally.

[Charmera]

He raised an eyebrow at Terra. She could be very absent minded at times. However she wasnt as much trouble as Dave. He turned his gaze to Dave. Dave smiled innocently and shrugged.
"What me? Ive never done anything to break the rules..."

"We both know that isn't true. If I catch you shooting beams of energy at Terra again Il make sure mom and Dad ground you for a century."

"Alright My Lord, may we go now?"

Smiling he said "Yes we will. Just don't loose the ball." He chucked a soccer ball at Dave.

Dave caught it and they set off.

15 minutes later

Once the reached the hill, they saw red tents fallen everywhere. Most everything looked like it went through a hurricane. Flintlocks were stewn around everywhere.

"Bran wasn't lieing, this looks like a civil war camp..." Wilson picked up a haphazardly stewn digital camera "But this doesn't look like it came from the civil war. I think this is just a re-enactment field."

"Disapointing...Oh well at least we can play soccer. Sis, you want to play?" He said while setting up a goal using some of the tent stakes.

"You play too much soccer, don't you want to explore? See what's here?" Wilson asked, being a history buff he was interested in how they got such realistic period firearms. He was only concerned about what made the reenactment people abandon their stuff so haphazardly.

Terra had been conflicted, she liked exploring with Wilson, but also knew that David wanted to play soccer, and that it was the only reason he had came with them that day. she spoke slowly, thinking out each world; "We should probably," she began rubbing the back of her head, "check the area out before playing."

Dave groaned, "Fine, but were definitely soccer right?" He looked pleadingly at WIlson.

Wilson smiled "Sure, it's summer, we have all the time in the world."

Wilson headed towards one of the rifles, grabbed it and inspected it. It seemed authentic enough, but he could see on the bottom it was made by a replica shop. He might have to swing round there sometime.

Suddenly he saw a group of people headed their way. David saw them too.

"Thats a lot of people, what are they all doing here?"

"Maybe its the reenactment people coming to get their stuff or something...Wait..." His eyes widened recognising the poorly made uniforms "Its the Order Volunteer Peacekeepers..."

A group loosely affiliated with the Order, they were sort of the town watch, but they hated Metahumans. They were already suspicious of the family so running would only cause trouble.

Then he though of Terra, if they caused her stress, she might...He looked at Terra, then at the mob.

"Terra, whatever you do, stay calm. Il handle this." He said with false confidence. He had no idea why they were so far in here, and he had no idea what they would do.

[Harbertia]

Terra had been conflicted, she liked exploring with Wilson, but also knew that David wanted to play soccer, and that it was the only reason he had came with them that day. she spoke slowly, thinking out each world; "We should probably," she began rubbing the back of her head, "check the area out before playing."

Dave groaned, "Fine, but were definitely soccer right?" He looked pleadingly at WIlson.

Wilson smiled "Sure, it's summer, we have all the time in the world."

Wilson headed towards one of the rifles, grabbed it and inspected it. It seemed authentic enough, but he could see on the bottom it was made by a replica shop. He might have to swing round there sometime.

Suddenly he saw a group of people headed their way. David saw them too.

"Thats a lot of people, what are they all doing here?"

"Maybe its the reenactment people coming to get their stuff or something...Wait..." His eyes widened recognising the poorly made uniforms "Its the Order Volunteer Peacekeepers..."

A group loosely affiliated with the Order, they were sort of the town watch, but they hated Metahumans. They were already suspicious of the family so running would only cause trouble.

Then he though of Terra, if they caused her stress, she might...He looked at Terra, then at the mob.

"Terra, whatever you do, stay calm. Il handle this." He said with false confidence. He had no idea why they were so far in here, and he had no idea what they would do.

Terra new better then to follow her erg to hide behind her brother, though she couldn't help, but show some concern. The OVPs of the community were mostly locals who desired to wield firearms, and had a high devoted fever towards the order, and it's use of Jal's words, spoken as he fought monsters of old. Somehow they felt being a part of a militia suddenly made them better then 'cowards' who didn't step forward.

"Well, if it isn't the Wilkin boys," spoke the one who must have been the leader.

"Careful cap, the boy's a bit close to that weapon there."

"I don't suppose you have a permit for that?" the others snickered at this

"I think he's been handling contraband, does that constitute forced labor?"

The captain grinned, "I believe it does, you three," he said to the Wilkins, "gather this camp up." he pointed towards a road beyond the hill and though the brush, to indicate where they were to place the material. A truck could be seen barely from a distance.

[Charmera]

Dave groaned, "Fine, but were definitely soccer right?" He looked pleadingly at WIlson.

Wilson smiled "Sure, it's summer, we have all the time in the world."

Wilson headed towards one of the rifles, grabbed it and inspected it. It seemed authentic enough, but he could see on the bottom it was made by a replica shop. He might have to swing round there sometime.

Suddenly he saw a group of people headed their way. David saw them too.

"Thats a lot of people, what are they all doing here?"

"Maybe its the reenactment people coming to get their stuff or something...Wait..." His eyes widened recognising the poorly made uniforms "Its the Order Volunteer Peacekeepers..."

A group loosely affiliated with the Order, they were sort of the town watch, but they hated Metahumans. They were already suspicious of the family so running would only cause trouble.

Then he though of Terra, if they caused her stress, she might...He looked at Terra, then at the mob.

"Terra, whatever you do, stay calm. Il handle this." He said with false confidence. He had no idea why they were so far in here, and he had no idea what they would do.

Terra new better then to follow her erg to hide behind her brother, though she couldn't help, but show some concern. The OVPs of the community were mostly locals who desired to wield firearms, and had a high devoted fever towards the order, and it's use of Jal's words, spoken as he fought monsters of old. Somehow they felt being a part of a militia suddenly made them better then 'cowards' who didn't step forward.

"Well, if it isn't the Wilkin boys," spoke the one who must have been the leader.

"Careful cap, the boy's a bit close to that weapon there."

"I don't suppose you have a permit for that?" the others snickered at this

"I think he's been handling contraband, does that constitute forced labor?"

The captain grinned, "I believe it does, you three," he said to the Wilkins, "gather this camp up." he pointed towards the mainroad beyond the hill and though the brush, to indicate where they were to place the material. A truck could be seen barely from a distance.

Dave walked forward shouting "Clean it up! What-" He stopped as Wilson gave him a glare, shaking his head.

He smiled, a fake smile. Unfortunately he would have to weasel his way out of this one. He hated playing nice with these peons of the Order, buts thats how his family had survived.

"Sorry about my brother, he can be trouble sometimes. As for the contraband, we were just about to bring it to you fine gentlemen, we were just about to head towards you. I don't suppose you have a bag, sirs?"

One of the shiftier members of the mob spoke "Their trying to get out of cleaning duty. Maybe we should "encourage" them, eh cap?" he chuckled.

[Harbertia]

Terra new better then to follow her erg to hide behind her brother, though she couldn't help, but show some concern. The OVPs of the community were mostly locals who desired to wield firearms, and had a high devoted fever towards the order, and it's use of Jal's words, spoken as he fought monsters of old. Somehow they felt being a part of a militia suddenly made them better then 'cowards' who didn't step forward.

"Well, if it isn't the Wilkin boys," spoke the one who must have been the leader.

"Careful cap, the boy's a bit close to that weapon there."

"I don't suppose you have a permit for that?" the others snickered at this

"I think he's been handling contraband, does that constitute forced labor?"

The captain grinned, "I believe it does, you three," he said to the Wilkins, "gather this camp up." he pointed towards the mainroad beyond the hill and though the brush, to indicate where they were to place the material. A truck could be seen barely from a distance.

Dave walked forward shouting "Clean it up! What-" He stopped as Wilson gave him a glare, shaking his head.

He smiled, a fake smile. Unfortunately he would have to weasel his way out of this one. He hated playing nice with these peons of the Order, buts thats how his family had survived.

"Sorry about my brother, he can be trouble sometimes. As for the contraband, we were just about to bring it to you fine gentlemen, we were just about to head towards you. I don't suppose you have a bag, sirs?"

One of the shiftier members of the mob spoke "Their trying to get out of cleaning duty. Maybe we should "encourage" them, eh cap?" he chuckled.

"eh!" Terra instantly to work on the tent that David had gotten the pegs for the goal from. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially her brothers.

The men laughed at her desperation, "Girl knows her place!"

"What's the matter boys, gonna let your sis do all the work?" Spoke the captain as he took a seat on a stump, "Geit to it!" he turned to one of his men, "See if that Dallas fellow's tent still has some of that coffee he so clinged to."

"Aye sir!" He quicly returned with a thurmis

"Gentlimen, let us celebrate in victory!" the mob became rather exited mumbling something about those old timers not standing a chance, misguided fools, and order. He turned to the boys, "This isn't pleasure cruise, hop to it!"

[Charmera]

Dave walked forward shouting "Clean it up! What-" He stopped as Wilson gave him a glare, shaking his head.

He smiled, a fake smile. Unfortunately he would have to weasel his way out of this one. He hated playing nice with these peons of the Order, buts thats how his family had survived.

"Sorry about my brother, he can be trouble sometimes. As for the contraband, we were just about to bring it to you fine gentlemen, we were just about to head towards you. I don't suppose you have a bag, sirs?"

One of the shiftier members of the mob spoke "Their trying to get out of cleaning duty. Maybe we should "encourage" them, eh cap?" he chuckled.

"eh!" Terra instantly to work on the tent that David had gotten the pegs for the goal from. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially her brothers.

The men laughed at her desperation, "Girl knows her place!"

"What's the matter boys, gonna let your sis do all the work?" Spoke the captain as he took a seat on a stump, "Geit to it!" he turned to one of his men, "See if that Dallas fellow's tent still has some of that coffee he so clinged to."

"Aye sir!" He quicly returned with a thurmis

"Gentlimen, let us celebrate in victory!" the mob became rather exited mumbling something about those old timers not standing a chance, misguided fools, and order.

Dave was about to protest, he even formed a syllable, but Wilson shook his head.
"Gather the tents and the crates, I'l put the books and rifles in a pile. Whatever you do...be careful." He whispered the last part, hoping his brother would know what he meant.

Dave nodded and got to work. Wilson calmly started putting the rifles and books in a pile in front of the OVP's.

Dave was putting the crates and containers of beer, food and water in another pile. They were heavy, but for Dave they were no problem, he just had to pretend they were weighing him down.

"Why does this have to take so long?" grumbled Dave to himself looking at the time "If I continue at this pace much longer Il miss the game..."

After a few crates his impatience and rebelliousness got the better of him and he started speeding up, almost noticeably.

A farmer who had brought a shotgun pointed in the direction of Dave. "Hey cap... Doesn't that look strange to you? I thought those crates were heavy as hell when we picked them up..."

"I don't like this one cheif, he may be one of those supers..."

One of the others frowned, having lost his family to a super who was trying to fight back against the Order.

"We know what to do with supers..." he said through gritted teeth. He walked over to Dave grabbing him by the arm.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Dave shouted "Let go of my arm!"

"You little super scum! I'm going to kill you!"

Dave panicked and shoved the man away, he flew in the air for a brief moment then dropped on a create, unconcious.

The other OPV's got up and started moving towards Dave, holding various weapons menacingly.

"You shouldnt have done that boy..." said the farmer.

[Personal Freedom]

Alexandra watched him hurry on his way with the girl she had seen before but only briefly. Slightly surprised and rather flustered looking she looked to Terra.

"How long has she been in here? I must've missed her coming in. I guess it must've been a blonde moment. She is a friend of Hiro's cousin I think, but... I'm surprised he left so abruptly. Anyway, whenever your ready, can you help me figure out how to—or maybe who to talk to so I can't rent this apartment?"

She stared at Terra's eyes.

That's curious, I didn't think her eyes were green.

Terra now had a lot to consider she lowered her head, again this Hiro seemed to know what she was thinking. She began to wonder why she was so paranoid, as it was her who came to them. She should address Amelia, but she wasn't sure what to say. Even knowing what was in her had not stopped the child from loving her. Her heart began to warm again, though she didn't believe Hiro, him being a super was obvious from his creation of the pistol, still, he had not looked at her, Robert had once said that an honest man will look you in the eye. Hiro had not, "It's alright." she whispered mostly to her self.

She looked up again, and smiled having begun to reconcile her self, "Ray, Ray Resten, 1-555-282-1909, he'll be out this evening. I can write the number down," she took out a pen, and began writing on a napkin, "I'm sorry if I've been out of it, I've just got a lot on my mind." she finished her note and looked up, blue finally returning her eyes, "Speaking of which," that same romantic minded spirit from long before rose in her, though she wasn't sure how to ask if Alexandra, and Hiro would be moving in together, "Hiro seemed to," she was blushing now, she figured Alexandra would get the hint of what she was implying as she slid Alexandra the napkin.

Alexandra blushed a little but herself.

"It's different than that, or so I think if that is what you're trying to imply. He has a place of his own, so he might occasionally be over but he won't be moving in with me. I kinda wanted a place of my own... I love Hiro, and I believe that I am close enough to keep watch over him, but right now, I don't think... It wouldn't be appropriate. Thanks again, Terra, and its ok if you were a bit distracted. Hiro was too. He suffers greatly from memories of killing Order member and he has post traumatic stress disorder, so he has his moments. He loathes himself for what he has done. I mean, I loathe my powers too, but he needs me as an anchor, or he'll be gone," Alexandra stated, smiling at first, but growing more solemn with every sentence.

[Mighty Asgard]

The recent election had been finished after a delay of complications due to a new political party entering the race and with recounting the votes over and over again the results are in.

45% of the votes go to the Unity Party
36% of the votes go to the Whig Party
and 19% of the votes go to the Path Party

Unity Party members celebrated the victory while the Whigs prepared to be in the opposition. Alex Walker is now sworned as Mayor of Cold Harbor. Hearing about the victory, the United Republic President Ted Paul decided to congratulate the victory of Alex Walker personally.

Zeus was languidly lounging in the back of Stone's luxurious black sedan, enjoying the feeling of wellbeing that followed his last meal. Half a ton of beef and pork and he was feeling right as rain again, and he had 'befriended' a very nice butcher who could supply him for the duration of his stay in Cold Harbor. Stone would pay for it, of course.

"Sir, listen to this," Stone said from his position next to the radio, turning up the volume so Zeus could hear. The election results were being announced, and while Zeus was happy that Unity at least managed to get the most votes he was more upset by something else.

"How the hell did the Path manage to get nineteen percent!?" he asked incredulously. "Are there even that many superhumans in Cold Harbor, there can't be that many, right? Did some goddamn imbeciles actually vote for their own enslavement? What the fuck is wrong with this shithole of a city!?" He brooded darkly for a few moments. "Fucking idiots, the lot of them," he muttered irritably.

[Harbertia]

Terra now had a lot to consider she lowered her head, again this Hiro seemed to know what she was thinking. She began to wonder why she was so paranoid, as it was her who came to them. She should address Amelia, but she wasn't sure what to say. Even knowing what was in her had not stopped the child from loving her. Her heart began to warm again, though she didn't believe Hiro, him being a super was obvious from his creation of the pistol, still, he had not looked at her, Robert had once said that an honest man will look you in the eye. Hiro had not, "It's alright." she whispered mostly to her self.

She looked up again, and smiled having begun to reconcile her self, "Ray, Ray Resten, 1-555-282-1909, he'll be out this evening. I can write the number down," she took out a pen, and began writing on a napkin, "I'm sorry if I've been out of it, I've just got a lot on my mind." she finished her note and looked up, blue finally returning her eyes, "Speaking of which," that same romantic minded spirit from long before rose in her, though she wasn't sure how to ask if Alexandra, and Hiro would be moving in together, "Hiro seemed to," she was blushing now, she figured Alexandra would get the hint of what she was implying as she slid Alexandra the napkin.

Alexandra blushed a little but herself.

"It's different than that, or so I think if that is what you're trying to imply. He has a place of his own, so he might occasionally be over but he won't be moving in with me. I kinda wanted a place of my own... I love Hiro, and I believe that I am close enough to keep watch over him, but right now, I don't think... It wouldn't be appropriate. Thanks again, Terra, and its ok if you were a bit distracted. Hiro was too. He suffers greatly from memories of killing Order member and he has post traumatic stress disorder, so he has his moments. He loathes himself for what he has done. I mean, I loathe my powers too, but he needs me as an anchor, or he'll be gone," Alexandra stated, smiling at first, but growing more solemn with every sentence.

Terra had also become solemn, for she deeply understood her words. She really did not desire to remember, though she couldn't help but recall the past. She wanted to say; They keep saying it's not my fault. But instead she remained silent, but her resolve faded. She had once been told that the longer you keep a secret, the more that secret takes hold. Already a tear had come to her eyes She knew she should say something, but could barely bring her self to do so. She wanted to say; He's fortunate to have you. but even those words would not escape her hold.

[Harbertia]

The recent election had been finished after a delay of complications due to a new political party entering the race and with recounting the votes over and over again the results are in.

45% of the votes go to the Unity Party
36% of the votes go to the Whig Party
and 19% of the votes go to the Path Party

Unity Party members celebrated the victory while the Whigs prepared to be in the opposition. Alex Walker is now sworned as Mayor of Cold Harbor. Hearing about the victory, the United Republic President Ted Paul decided to congratulate the victory of Alex Walker personally.

A new council, a new day, a glorious victory. Alex Walker was accepting congratulations from all around while walking with he UR president
Ted paul, the visit of the executive could almost be considered recognition as a soviergn state. The establishment of the Franco-German Embassy had already done so. The two heads of state would discuss the future of the city, already legislation was being drafted for review by the new council of the state.

---

Two greeters had welcomed the president upon his arrival, his shaking of hands with the new mayor in congratulations of victory had given those still not certain about Unity some hope, though it had been pre-planned for such an encounter to go to either of the two primarily possible victors.
The two, after some time with the new Council were escorted by both Cold Harbor police and UR bodyguards to United Flags where, away from the celebration they could begin discussing political matters. Even this had been pre-planed prior to the election results. Both heads of states would recieve what had been ordered. For now it was time to talk, hopefully the friendly atmosphere would continue.

"I might have said this before, though it is truly fortunate to know that the republic has taken an interest in the knowledge that Cold Harbor has survived it's first free, and open election following the overthrow. It might not be as grand as your own election into office, though here, this victory has shown that the people are indeed open to democracy." Walker was weary, this 'experiment' that the city was involved in was partially, as per the forces of it's liberation, the idea of the UR. Many, including himself, feared that the republic would attempt to claim the city once the experiment had run it's course. It was this very fear that drove them to seek recognition as a sovereign state prior to the burning of Townhall.

[Corenea]

"The United Republic is open to a seperate entity as long as they're willing to work with us in promoting democratic values," stated President Ted Paul. "We've respected the seperate entity of the North Canadian Alliance and they became good allies with us during our war to liberate the Far West. Now we supported the Whig party but welcomed the Unity party and some of us are concerned about this new party growing in your city called the Path. We only got the basics that they're a group of extremists but care to give us more details?"

[Harbertia]

"The United Republic is open to a seperate entity as long as they're willing to work with us in promoting democratic values," stated President Ted Paul. "We've respected the seperate entity of the North Canadian Alliance and they became good allies with us during our war to liberate the Far West. Now we supported the Whig party but welcomed the Unity party and some of us are concerned about this new party growing in your city called the Path. We only got the basics that they're a group of extremists but care to give us more details?"

How blunt,

"The Path Party, if you could call it that, is little more then a one man publicity stunt. We gather they come from out west, their ideals are dangerous, as they support racial supremacy of the Metahuman, though thus far they have not committed any known acts of violence. I suspect that as time passes they will fade, my only regret is that our new Council now holds a minority of them. I plan to speak with the Commissioner about launching an investigation to determine just how such a group was approved for the ballet. I suppose, with all the problems Unity has had in the past, that such a group as the Path would of experienced some difficulty."

[Rynagria]

Hiro and Yui
"Hey Yui, what do you think of this one?" Asked Takashi, examining a red sports car, his finger grasping his chin, trying to decide whether to go but it or not. But Yui just looked at him blankly, not caring about cars, she was just doing her job and did it so without saying a word. Hiro just sighed, the raised his hand for an attendant.

"Yes sir? How may I assist you?" Inquired the car dealer.

"Yeah, I want to buy this car model. But I want it in yellow,give it bullet-proof glass, and place a second engine in the trunk." Ordered Hiro, taking out his wallet.

"Ummm....... I don't think we sell those here....." Replied the dealer, giving a nervous smile.

"I'll pay 7,500,000 dollars for it, only if you get it done right now." Said Hiro, producing a check, then showing to the dealer, who eyed it with wonder.

Path Group
"Hey Bill, that guy's rich! We can always use some money for the path, get some supplies.............. Also that girl, from what I heard some the thugs around the area, is a super. An intimidating at that." Suggested one the members excitedly, eyeing the duo with greed.

"Maybe we can recruit her if that's true, as for the guy, we can always take some funds. We can persuade him with some "suggestions."" Agreed Bill, telling his small posse to follow him as he signaled them to approach.

(OOC: Charmera can now control these guys, because I don't know much about The Path.)

[Charmera]

Hiro and Yui
"Hey Yui, what do you think of this one?" Asked Takashi, examining a red sports car, his finger grasping his chin, trying to decide whether to go but it or not. But Yui just looked at him blankly, not caring about cars, she was just doing her job and did it so without saying a word. Hiro just sighed, the raised his hand for an attendant.

"Yes sir? How may I assist you?" Inquired the car dealer.

"Yeah, I want to buy this car model. But I want it in yellow,give it bullet-proof glass, and place a second engine in the trunk." Ordered Hiro, taking out his wallet.

"Ummm....... I don't think we sell those here....." Replied the dealer, giving a nervous smile.

"I'll pay 7,500,000 dollars for it, only if you get it done right now." Said Hiro, producing a check, then showing to the dealer, who eyed it with wonder.

Path Group
"Hey Bill, that guy's rich! We can always use some money for the path, get some supplies.............. Also that girl, from what I heard some the thugs around the area, is a super. An intimidating at that." Suggested one the members excitedly, eyeing the duo with greed.

"Maybe we can recruit her if that's true, as for the guy, we can always take some funds. We can persuade him with some "suggestions."" Agreed Bill, telling his small posse to follow him as he signaled them to approach.

(OOC: Charmera can now control these guys, because I don't know much about The Path.)

The other members of the group started getting up and if you could see behind their masks, you would see eager smiles. Few of them had weapons, because few of them needed any. Bill had the rank of Acolyte (and red robes to prove it) and he was a pyromancer.

Graves, marked by his white robes and lack of a mask, had been promoted to Higher Acolyte, and was with the group. Eager to gain subjects for his experiments, decided to go along with the group. Zin was with the group, but wearing the regular Path robes to mask his identity.

They started heading towards Hiro and Yui. Their Black robes and white masks marking them out from the rest of the people going about their business in cold harbour.

[Harbertia]

Salvia
Salvia was again in the form of a young woman, as she was before she entered the river, stood behind Damien, her head held low. The Clone would reform eventually, those others could now slay the mortal beast. So Death, she thought in telepathy, shall I now approach the boy, to converse, or to sever so his spirit may be guided onward. Is it now his time, am I at last at liberty to release him from that which binds him to the mortal plane?

Death

The immortal's fate is at last in my hands, Clement.
She raised up a straw doll with a ribbon attached to its neck.
Are you to sever the seal of his immortality, nothing will be achieved unless I untie this Horcrux which contains a fragment of your soul I reaped from the beast when you jumped into the Nether. You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

A faint, near monotone smile formed on her face.

Damien

Damien regained consciousness and coughed out water.
He saw Demian regain human form and was laying helplessly on the ground, still unconscious.
Damien backed away from him, too scared to kill him.
He felt his sword still hidden away under his soaked overcoat.
He clutched it in panic and threw it into the river.
'Never..' he gasped.
His clone stood up, reverted back to child form.
'I don't need my pure form to demonstrate my superiority to you!'
He dashed towards Damien at a demonic speed and punched him before he even realized it.
Damien fell through a concrete wall and lost consciousness again.

He lay on the ground, having lost the will to fight.
Demian jumped after him and smashed his head into the pavement.
Damien's fractured skull quickly healed and he immediately blocked a proceeding punch with his hand.
The clone lifted up Damien and threw him against a brick wall.
Damien then grabbed the boy by the collar and delivered a right hook to his neck.
They both fell on the ground and started wrestling each other.
Demian picked up a rock and smashed it against Damien's head.
Damien pushed his foot against the clone's face, throwing him back.
The clone smiled in a sinister expression: 'Huh, unlimited lifeforce, that ought to do..'
'..what?' said Damien before he instantly understood. A thick black tendril sprung out of the clones chest and attached itself to Damien's.
Damien clutched it and tried to pull it off but it was no use.
'I might not have enough power to reabsorb the Philosophers Stone, BUT STILL ENOUGH TO PROVE MY SUPERIORITY!'
A burst of light blue energy was suddenly extracted out of Damien and continuously kept flowing into the clone.
'AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!'
'My main source of food, brother, the life force of others, and you being an immortal HAVE ALL THE LIFEFORCE I'LL NEED!' The black tendril withdrew from Damien's chest and reverted back inside Demian.
He was surrounded by an aura of sky blue energy, his eyes looked intoxicated of the life force he had just absorbed.
Suddenly it was as if he teleported, disappearing from his current place then suddenly appearing in front of Damien, before delivered a powered punch to his face.
It threw Damien through some wooden crates. He got up, surprised at what just happened.
Was that..flash stepping..?
Demian flash stepped towards him again and this time delivered multiple blows from all directions.
Dammit! He's too fast!
His right arm and left leg suddenly flew off.
'AAAAAAAAHHH!'
Upon reattaching the were promptly cut off again.
Too fast... can't react in time..wait..thats it...Time!
The Man in the Tree told me about time..how it was relative to your perception..how some could 'bend' their perception..how the shinobi had mastered the technique...

Demian flash stepped towards him again, intent on taking his head this time.

Bend...

........................
He felt different, as if his consciousness had drifted to another plane. Demian was still dashing towards him, albeit much slower. In fact, time itself looked slowed down, and Damien felt uneasy. Demian continued to dash towards him and so he had to act fast..he could only hold this perception for a few seconds at a time.
He quickly moved aside from Demain's point of reach, causing Demian to suddenly hit a concrete instead of him.
His perception returned to normal...

Demian appeared out of the rubble, looking annoyed.
'Big deal, so you trained with the shinobi to tune up your senses. It may allow you to dodge my flash steps but with that frail body of yours its purely defensive. And just how long can you keep up?'

Dammit, I can't even remember why I threw my sword away...
Damien raised his revolver and pointed it at Demian.
'Don't make me laugh' said Demian. 'I may not be immortal but a head shot won't be enough to-'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'Arrogance is more kind of my thing' said Damien as he repeatedly shot Demian in the head.
Several black tendrils popped out of the shadows and zoomed towards him, intent on absorbing his life force.
Keeping his senses acute he narrowly dodged them and jumped back.
'Good luck regenerating without any life force to feed you.'
'MOTHER!' the tendrils dashed towards Salvia, intent on absorbing her.
The Hora who wants to eat my soul... thought Damien.

BANG! BANG!
The tendrils stopped in mid air. Damien approached Demian. 'So much for superiority' he said in a sarcastic tone as he pointed the gun at the clone's head.
CLICK!
Dammit...
Demian snickered. 'The stone has corrupted you' he said with blood flowing out of his mouth.
Damien's eyes had turned scarlet red and he formed a poker face expression. He grabbed the handle of his revolver and pulled it off to reveal a long sharp blade.
'GGGHHHAAA!'
Demian was impaled through his throat.
'Die you homonculus impostor'.

So, the boy does care, you on the other hand, she glared at Death, again she glowed brightly, monotoned are corrupt, and needs to be purified. she darkened agian, or I should more likely say, you have trapped me, for if he is not unbound by the parchment I am not unbound. She grew even darker, her eyes becoming as embers, her voice emotionally course, You have given nether of us release, she calmed, and spoke; "That is you purpose, to give rest, release. I ask again," she extended her hand, "let me reap the soul, so that you may guide him to the afterlife, where he wholesomely belongs."