Heroes of Tomorrow Redux [IC | DONE]

by **Endem** » Wed Mar 20, 2019 12:07 pm

Tadeusz Rybinski

Tadeusz was battling his mind, say something or not, transform or not and then Jack spoke, Tadeusz could accept it and instinctively did a small, unnoticeable nod, his head moved probably just a few millimeters and then came the impulse to agree, a very faint "Yes" slipped out, really weird for Tadeusz to say that, like him acting against himself

Elek Mohave

( Lunas said I should make Elek something like this )

The coffee was nice and book too but Elek suddenly felt inclined to do something else. He left the coffee shop and went into some alley where he found an aluminum can laying around, for some reason he wanted to absorb it and so he did and then he felt he needed to try something, he directed his hand on the wall and from it, a spray of molten aluminum got from his hand, some reached the wall as drops of molten metal and some just solidified mid-air, it was like a shotgun round. Then Elek felt he should return to what he was doing previously, weird especially for him

by **Imperial--japan** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 1:17 am

Kallen Rossweiss - Night Whispers

Kallen frowned at the aliens response. Wardens of this planet? Of course they were! They were the Young Guardians, heroes and protectors of others against all threats and villainy. Kallen remained near her allies as another Alien appeared, this one armed as well and seemingly ready for a fight.

"I suppose if you mean defenders of love and justice, then we could be considered Wardens of the planet!" Kallen exclaimed, raising a triumphant fist in the air. She chose to ignore the rather rude comment about being a lower species and spoke once more after Jacks suggestion that they leave.

"We can't just leave when random aliens have come to our world Jack! We need to show courtesy and investigate appropriately!" Kallen lectured before turning to her superiors.

"Now then boss-people, got any orders?" She grinned giving her handgun a little toss in the air and catching it.

by **Forest State** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 2:57 am

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

“Not your call,” Ainsley said quickly to Jack. She felt like he was overstepping a bit by acting like he had the clearance to hand down orders, when that was her job. But on the other hand, there were other things to worry about right now than someone that had stepped over the chain of command.

“Our orders are to stay here, for now. At least, until they can get a more experienced team here. And to keep anyone else away from the site, which in this case… Would mean keeping our visitors here inside this area while the others show up-”

Kallen asked her for orders and she shifted to look at the hyperactive girl, silently hoping that she could keep things… A bit more serious. Because the fact of the matter was that Kallen hardly had any social awareness, at least in this situation. She needed to see that the others didn’t have the patience for how she was acting, but she seemed blissfully unaware.

Being that blissful, it would be nice. But Ainsley had to be the one to come out and say things about stuff like this, since the others wouldn’t. They weren’t jaded yet like senior heroes would be.

“First off, calm down, you aren’t making a good impact-”

Before she could finish, a voice spoke from behind them. A female one, also speaking perfect English, and coming from the figure that had a spear in both hands and directed towards the heroes. “Defenders of love and justice? I know that this place is different, but what are you on about? Did you come out of your mother only yesterday? Justice is a false idea. See how long you believe in it when you’ve been fighting for your life and your freedom constantly since you were born. Love? What is there to defend? Love will only get you killed,” the woman snapped, her voice and her tone filled with rage.

“I don’t know who you are or who you’re with but this has to be a fucking joke. No… No functioning world could have defenders that talk and act like this,” she continued.

“As far as I know, Seya, the wardens of this planet have not been around for quite some time. So no, the people talking to us right now hardly have ground to stand on when they act like they have authority. They have no more than the Asri do when they make a claim to our own world,” the woman’s male companion said, speaking from the other side of the group, weapon still brandished. Whether the lance or the spear was more threatening remained to be seen.

“I should rip you to pieces for your disrespect,” the woman, Seya apparently, growled towards Kallen, taking offense at both Kallen’s overall demeanor and the fact that she claimed the Guardians were the ‘wardens’ of Earth so to speak. “Don’t start talking about things that you don’t know anything about.”

She spun her spear, muttering something in her own language before one of the two sharp edges lit up with a glow. “Channel… On,” she said, although it appeared to be a rough translation of her intent and not the original words of the sequence. “Cast, decimation.”

When she was done that sequence, she returned her spear to its defensive position, looking across at her counterpart for orders. “Seya…” the male started, but it didn’t seem like she was going to take no for an answer.

“Don’t get in my way.”

by **Lessoni** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 3:08 am

Jack Dredd

Well, this was an incredibly bad turn. Why couldn't she have just stayed quiet...

"Woah, woah, I don't think that's necessary. My teammate here is not representative of all of us; she's simply sheltered and unaware of the nature of the world. Please, forgive her. Can we not resolve this peacefully?"

Even with words of peace, Jack stepped in front of the team, ready to put his powers to use, just in case. He drew no weapon, but he needed none. He just hoped that if they decided to attack, it wouldn't just disintegrate him.

by **Forest State** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 3:53 am

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

“I don’t know about that, why don’t you tell me? You say something about resolving things peacefully and at the same time you and your team is the one that came into our area and interrupted us. Your team is the one that’s here for a bullshit ‘investigation’ when we never asked for anything like that,” said Seya, before gesturing to her male counterpart. “Hasarei! Shut down the illusion field, put your energy towards something more useful in a fight.”

The forest was suddenly gone and they were once again standing in the field, although they were closer to the smoking wreck than they had been before. But it was clear that they hadn’t walked as much as they thought they had. They weren’t in the environment they thought they were in. That had been some kind of trick played on the mind, making them feel like they were in one spot when the area around them in reality was… Very different. However, it was clear that these were powerful people, to be able to use such an ability.

After all, it had been a perfect replica of a forest, not just a simple trick of changing one thing to look like another thing. That was the scary part.

The danger was real, too. Just like in the forest, Seya was behind them and Hasarei was in front of them, and the weapons were anything but illusions. No, those weapons were still ready to go, with Hasarei’s lance outward and Seya’s spear glowing on one end, the one that she had seemingly channeled some kind of energy into. “So, tell me what it is that you want to resolve, and speak fast.”

by **Lessoni** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 4:00 am

Jack Dredd

"There's no need for a fight. We simply happened to be in the vicinity of your crash, and wished to see if we could provide assistance. And perhaps resolve was the wrong word to use. More fitting would've been "avoid any conflict". My teammate is simply, hyperactive. She's been sheltered, and her ideals have yet to be tested. So please; weapons are unnecessary. We come in peace."

Sweat ran down the back of Jack's neck. Understandable, considering he was up against a never before seen opponent. What they could do, what he could do, he knew none of that. What he did know is he would fight to the death if it came to it. Still, it looks like they might still avoid that, with a bit of luck.

by **Triassica** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 6:09 am

Andrew "Snake Eyes" Marks

Andrew nodded with a smile. "Just let me get something..." he said before reaching for the side of his bag and taking a long red and white cane that was strapped to it, "Don't think they're going to allow a big boa constrictor, or any of my other snakes, except for a small one, with me into a fancy restaurant. So I should just take this with me instead. Been a while since I used it, but still keep it with me just in case. Just keep Rango here, take Rachel just in case of emergency and all will be set... Though I may need you to point out to me when we get close to the pizza place... Again, I'll be paying..."

Andrew had Rango slither off his shoulder and back onto the bed with the other rather large snakes. To take his place, Rachel a smaller milk snake slithered onto his shoulders, but kept hidden inside his black coat. Andrew paused for a moment, grasping his fingers along his cane, clearly signaling that he has now gone "true blind" before giving a nod to Sophia, though he didn't look at her. He swung around to follow the lady, tapping the floor with his cane, outstretched along the way, as they walked down the hall, feeling for any obstacles along the way.

"Still feels weird going back and forth between seeing and unseeing..." he said as they walked out onto the streets of town under the night sky, "I don't know exactly where we're going, but we're looking for a place called... Ugh... I can't say it, but I know it's a pizza place just by looking at the pictures on the ad..."

Andrew reached for his pocket, feeling around, before taking out a small piece of paper that looked like a piece of a page from a magazine. He handed it over to Sophia. On the page piece was a brightly colored advertisement with images of pizza for nearby place called "Levante Pizza e Birra Rubiu".

"I think we're close by..." Andrew noted with a grin and a flicker of his fork tongue, as he continued walking, taking a curve to avoid a lamp post his cane felt, "I can smell the scent of pizza nearby..."

by **Durmatagno** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 6:33 pm

Sage Shields

Sage closed the doorway behind her while Bellamy was working on cleaning up the ink. She sighed, and put her head against the door for a moment, she didn't know what was wrong with Bellamy, but she wanted to help her. She whipped around at the sound of splintering wood, and strode across the room. She put her hands firmly on Bellamy's shoulders.

"Come on Bellamy, sit down. I'll clean this up, just relax, I'll be with you in a moment."

Sage tugged at Bellamy, trying to get her to sit down. Sage had no clue how to really help her, so she'd do the best...only thing she could, she'd be here for Bellamy. If she managed to get Bellamy to sit down, she'd take care of the mess. After that, well....Sage didn't need to sleep much, and she could miss a night if she needed to just fine. She was going to make sure Bellamy was alright before she stopped to do anything else. She didn't have a change of clothes with her, they were in her own room, but that didn't matter. What mattered in the here and now was Bellamy.

"Please? I don't know what's wrong, but I want to help."

by **Gudmund** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 2:38 am

Charlie Burkhall | Night Whispers

Everything about this mission was... weird, to say the least. Charlie certainly believed aliens existed, just much too far away for humanity to interact with, so admittedly he was surprised for some of them to simply crash land on Earth. There was the Swarm, of course, but they were more like space monsters to him, something he'd rather forget. These ones certainly looked human, just some purplish skin and weird freckles, the clothes would be an issue but he knew he could shapeshift into one of them. Obviously he wouldn't try right now, even with his enhanced senses he didn't notice anything wrong with the forest, yet it just up and disappeared. Was that ring of fire real too? He wasn't sure, it could be some crazy magical flame for all he knew.

Glancing over the people around him, he clenched his fists. This was getting out of hand, it was obvious his group was clearly outmatched. A fight seemed to be on the verge of breaking out and he'd simply been idling around the whole mission. Everything about this was ridiculous, there was a good chance he could die here in the next moment. If his skin hadn't been changed, he'd probably be sweating all over. He wasn't his usual pitiful self right now, he looked like a badass supersoldier kitted out in tactical gear. Just get in character, act the way you look and it'll be all good. he thought, steeling his nerves and speaking up.

"Jack is right, there's no need for conflict. Humanity hasn't really had any positive experiences with aliens, so excuse us for the poor hospitality. It's clear we're not on the same page, so let's just talk things out, okay?" Charlie reasoned, raising his hands up in a half-hearted surrender, "You say the Wardens of our planet haven't been around for quite some time, could you explain what Wardens are exactly?"

by **Forest State** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 8:20 am

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

“There might not be a need for a conflict, but you people have already made a few mistakes,” said Seya, her voice still lined with the same edge from before. Partly from the situation right now, partly from the desperation that had led them here in the first place. “The first is that you assume that we have a problem with violence. You came onto us and not the other way around, eh? So it’s justified. Fighting you wouldn’t be hard. You might cut us, you’ll lose your heads in the process. You might land one shot, before your armor is shredded along with your heart…”

Seya paused, looking over the group. “Then again, I don’t even see any real armor. Your second mistake is believing that it would be a fight if we went against each other, if that is what you believe. And your third mistake is not running away because of it and staying here. I mean, your odds wouldn’t be the best. I’m sure one of you would go down while you run away. But I can assure you that you would have better chances than if you stood your ground.”

“Mistake number four… Would be not knowing the history of your own world. But I suppose that’s somewhat natural. I can see that your eyes are still closed as a species, it’s plain as day,” she said, her spear in the same position as she stood her ground and didn’t lower it. “And as far as my weapon, it’s staying like this. Warriors always have their weapons at the ready. At least, the intelligent ones do. I wouldn’t quite say we have the kind of relationship where I can put mine away.”

She swung her spear to the side in one hand and shifted her grip, a brief trail of energy lighting up the night and following the spearhead. “I’m begging you, let me kill them,” she said, looking away from the group and to her counterpart that was standing on the other side of them. “There’s nothing gained by keeping them alive. They’re not going to be able to do shit against the Asri, they’ve already disrespected us, and they’re only going to put more attention on us that we don’t need. And one of them makes me want to shove this spear down my throat every time she opens her mouth-”

That was when the third figure emerged from behind the wreck, also one of these strange aliens, wearing jet black light armor with white highlights and possessing slicked back shoulder length hair. This third person had the same spotted face, too. “Hold on, Seya. Let’s not discount this piece before we know what they can do in the game, so to speak-”

“But Prince…” Seya said, looking disappointed as she furrowed her brow and shifted her attention to the third figure. ”I can take them. You won’t even have to fight, you can put your trust in me and my blade and I can do this myself.”

“It’s still not completely out of the question,” the other replied, causing her to furrowed her brow some more and tighten her grip on the weapon until her knuckles were white.

“They aren’t even worth negotiating with, they’re just some bastard race that doesn’t even know their own history,” Seya snapped back, but she didn’t move and disobey her leader. That, that was just something that she didn’t do, as much as she hated the orders. That ability to follow all of her orders, whether she liked them or not, was something she considered to b a main part of the path of the warrior. “Their eyes are still closed, for fuck’s sake-”

“Just because their eyes aren’t open doesn’t mean that they’re worthless against the Asri-” remarked Hasarei.

“I don’t even think they know what the fuck the Asri are. My Prince, I promised you that I would do everything that I needed to do, didn’t I? That I would take everything onto my shoulders and face every enemy-”

“I’m just asking that we see what’s on the table here before making a move.”

“They’re a bastard race… They don’t have anything to offer.”

“We will see, Seya,” said the third figure, before turning to the group of heroes. “You have a chance right now,” he started, “To explain who you are, where you are from, why you are here, and why we shouldn’t wipe you out to cover our tracks.”

by **Lunas Legion** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 8:30 am

Sophia Anya Rykova a.k.a Euclid

"So..." Sophia stopped walking, just standing there as her mind processed what she was hearing, trying to mentally figure out what to say next. "Let me get this straight." Her heavy accent resurfaced as she spoke, trying to find the words in the silence before she continued.

"You..." Sophia let out a groan. "Urgh. You found a pizza place for dinner, but you didn't tell me the name and you can't pronounce it and neither can I." She glanced around, squinting at the irritatingly brightly coloured advert. "Neither of us know where we are, we don't speak Italian, you have no idea where we're even going so you're going off smell?"

She shook her head, falling silent. She'd had a bad feeling about this at the start, and she'd been proven right.

"Fuck it. I'm heading back, done enough walking for today. If you can find the place feel free to bring pizza back or not, I don't care." She said as she turned and began to walk off back the way they'd come, or at least she thought it was the right direction. Wasn't like she cared if she made it back or not, she'd slept more nights rough than in a bed. She was used to it. She could find her way back in the morning if she had to.

by **Lessoni** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 8:33 am

Jack Dredd

"We're a member of an organization called the Guardians. We're here because the Guardians coordinate metahumans around the world to act as heroes. We're from all over; I'm an American, from a city called Chicago. We're here because we were sent here by Guardians command. You were shot down by aircraft from a species we call the Swarm; maybe that's our name for your Asri? Either way, killing us won't achieve much. And we aren't as helpless as you might think. Humanity has downed a couple Swarm ships, albeit with casualties. So please, you don't need to put your weapon away, but don't start a fight before giving our species a chance."

Was that the right thing to say? Jack would find out when she attacked, or she didn't. Either way, he was readying himself mentally to fight, hardening his skin.

by **Forest State** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 9:41 am

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

The words didn’t do much. “First off, I don’t know what a metahuman is nor am I interested in finding out the definition, and second, I’m well aware of being shot down by interceptors from the Asri. I’m the reason why we landed in this damned field in the first place instead of ending up as a burning wreck in the mountains,” Seya said, swinging her spear and making a trail of light as she talked, in something of a gesture.

“And I can say that killing you would do something, it’d help keep us off the radar and not have you running off to tell others about what you saw here,” she continued. “We don’t lose anything from doing it, either. Let me restate that… You and all of the others like you, are not worth a person to us. If you were hoping we would have some moral qualms, some problem, with simply eliminating you… You’re wrong. As it stands right now, you aren’t offering much. We lose more than we gain from letting you live, as a matter of fact.”

She also chuckled. “Downing a couple of… A couple of Asri ships isn’t an accomplishment, either. I’m sure they hardly registered those losses in their fleet of thousands. Based on what I’ve seen so far, just one Kai missile carrier could end your so called ‘civilization’. Don’t tell me about what’s helpless and what not, you’re clearly either too arrogant or too stupid to judge your own abilities properly.”

“Please, let me kill him,” she asked her superior once again, but the third figure didn’t have a yes for her just yet.

“Let’s see what they can provide. We still haven’t received an answer.”

by **Endem** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 9:58 am

Tadeusz Rybinski

"I'll do the talking from now Jack"

Tadeusz got before Jack, he was focused on making his moves as peaceful as possible

"We know our history, we just don't want to remember it, our race did some horrible things, I can't deny that but our race also did many great things"

He made a gesture with his head suggesting sadness over humanity history

"As to your questions, we are some of the recruits of a program that aims to train Young Metahumans... ( Tadeusz now describes what Metahuman is )... into Heroes, as Jack said we come from many countries, we are here because your ship crashed and we wanted to offer help if you were in danger of some kind, I can see we were wrong as it seems you do great on your own, if Asri are... ( Tadeusz now describes Swarm Members )... then we have a common enemy then our presence can benefit, we would make a distraction and you would strike them killing them while they are distracted with us, and if our civilization does not matter to you, then destroying us would only be a waste of resources"

Tadeusz made a slight smile towards her before quickly correcting into a neutral expression, no smiles will help here

by **Forest State** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 10:35 am

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

Seya narrowed her eyes as she took a look at the boy who was speaking, a look of disdain on her face.

“You know, I can see that this isn’t going anywhere. I can see that you still have no idea what you’re talking about, and I can see that you don’t have much to offer us,” she said, her voice slow and drawn out, her left hand still gripping the spear at her side as she moved it from side to side slowly, like she was waiting to thrust it into action at any moment and she didn’t want to let her hand rest in a completely still position. “So, I think it’s time that I do something to kick you into gear.”

The third figure considered saying something but kept his head down, not interrupting. The warrior had been held back enough, she was bound to break away eventually and do what she wanted, even if listening to orders was part of her usual nature. And so, the Prince wasn’t going to interfere and make things harder by issuing an order that was contradictory to what she was trying to do. “Seya…” started Hasarei, but really, she wasn’t in the mood to listen.

She jumped forward like lightning and then she disappeared. No, she didn’t disappear, she just flashed out of existence in the spot that she was in and she continued running in two different directions. There were two of her, one attacking from the left and one attacking from the right, and then there was another one that appeared in mid air, in the middle of a jump, replacing the two that had just popped into existence on both sides of the group of heroes. She was aiming the spear downwards like she was going to strike with it,

Seya reappeared, on one knee behind Tadeusz, crouching low with her spear off to the side as if she had just made a swing from the inside to the outside with it, blood coloring the tip of it. And, even though the attack hadn’t been seen, there definitely had been an attack underneath the illusions. Tadeusz’s head would slide cleanly off the spot where it had been severed from the neck, seemingly a perfect cut as if a knife had just slashed through paper, leaving no mess other than the blood and no uneven cut. No, this was about as accurate as if a laser had done it.

As the body fell behind Seya, she continued to crouch as if she was daring the others to do something while she was this close to them, within feet of them, somewhat exposed still from this position but still perfectly capable of doing more damage if she wanted.

“Unless you want to share the same fate as your friend,” she stated, her voice perfectly calm, almost serene, “Start coming up with things to offer. And this time, make sure you have some idea what you’re talking about.”

by **Lessoni** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 11:21 am

Jack Dredd

Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell. Tad was... he was dead?

Things had just taken a dark turn.

"Wait! We can offer you safe haven with the Guardians, and no one will have to know unless you want them to. The Guardians would be more than willing, I'm entirely sure. So, what do you say?"

Sweat was pouring off Jack as he made his offer. He was for the first time in his life, properly afraid.

by **Imperial--japan** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 11:57 am

Kallen Rossweiss - Night Whispers

Kallen had begun to pout, visibly annoyed with the unneeded aggression and stubbornness shown by the aliens. She allowed her allies to take the reigns for a bit, seeing that the aliens might not be ready to handle someone of her caliber. Or better yet, perhaps they were monitoring human TV and were just too stunned to come face to face with White Comet herself? That was perhaps a viable reason for Kallen, and all the more reason for her to step back for a moment. Just as Kallen had ceased to pay attention however, things took a drastic turn.

"W-What....". She muttered, her eyes growing wide as the body hit the ground. The blood pooling caused Kallen's legs to become like jelly and she collapsed to her knees.

"H-He's...but, heroes aren't supposed to..." she wanted to say 'die' but the word also died in her throat. Surely this was all some sick dream no? Aliens, dying heroes, illusions...it was all some sick dream she just wanted to wake up from. Unfortunately, a firm pinch to the arm revealed pain, and this was indeed her reality. Her sudden scream shook her from her trance as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't be too late...she just needed to heal him! Just plop his loose head back on and good as new! He might need some medical attention for blood loss but it was better than dying!

"I...I need to heal him or he might die..." Kallen muttered, unable to grasp that her fellow hero was dead.

"You need to heal him...but that alien woman is in your way. You need to do something about her." Yes! The Alien was a menace and needed to be eradicated for hurting your teammate! Kallen held her head in her hands as she just continued to cry. She couldn't handle this...heroes were invincible...but if they weren't then how were they supposed to save everyone from crisis?! Maybe...Maybe he wasn't really a hero at all? An undercover villain maybe? Did he still deserve to die though? Hurt thoughts were racing as she kneeled on the ground, a sobbing wreck whose eyes briefly hazed over as a malicious voice sought to spread its dastardly influence in a time of weakness.

by **Triassica** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 1:44 pm

Andrew "Snake Eyes" Marks

Oh great. Nice job fucking up in front of a girl.

Andrew cursed mentally as everything began going wrong with Sophia suddenly deciding to leave. Not to mention, deciding to leave a blind man alone in the middle of the side walk. How rude! Or maybe she was just expecting him to follow her, thinking of him smarter than just to stand there in total darkness. Regardless, Andrew should have known this was going to end in disaster. He had to think of something fast, and thought of something he did. The small head of Rachel poked out from the back of Andrew's jacket to let him know where Sophia went.

"N-now, uh, hang on!" Andrew said abruptly as he turned and sped up a little to catch up with the girl, avoiding the same light poll his Cane struck again, "How about we do delivery? Pizza delivery is always good. Brings back memories back where I grew up actually. Sounds like fun?"

by **Forest State** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 3:43 pm

Night Whispers
This Post Will Have Consequences

“Sing it from the rooftops for all I care, if these are the defenders of this world, I see no reason in showing everyone how incompetent they are,” Seya said, still in her crouch for one moment before standing up and twirling her spear once again so the tip was still pointing towards the heroes. “I would say something here, but I don’t believe it’s my place to make the response now that you’ve thought better about what you’re offering. I will give you credit in that, you managed to bounce back and do something right. Even if one of your teammates had to lose his head for it to happen.”

“I guess fear is a good motivator, isn’t it? I’d know about hat,” she remarked offhandedly, before the one that was called the Prince spoke up about the situation.

“That safe haven could prove to be useful. Depends on the terms. Last thing we would want would be an offer that sounds good on paper but turns us into prisoners in practice. If you Guardians can even manage to do that,” said the Prince, taking a pause. “What would the details of this agreement be? Where would we be staying and what would be available to us? As for the wreck, don’t worry about that. We already detonated it to cover our tracks, we’re not worrying about that and you’re not going to be able to get it working again.”

“I can’t make any promises without Council approval,” Ainsley said through her teeth, speaking carefully and saying the hard truth. “But we can see what we can do, and I believe you would stay in Angel’s Village, which is… Owned by the Guardians and not a government.”

Seya looked to the Prince to see what he was going to say in response, and he seemed somewhat fine with this deal. “We can call it a deal, then,” the Prince said. “But if we feel like backing out at any point… We will. I believe the first order of business is getting back to this place of yours.”

Bellamy Lys

Bellamy considered just saying no, it wasn’t like Sage could make her sit down if she didn’t feel like it, but maybe it was for the better. She turned and started walking towards the couch and threw herself onto it, resting on her back and staring at the ceiling. “You shouldn’t… You shouldn’t be here for me. You want to be with Kodiak right now and I’m just interrupting that, I know that. You already know that I know you better than yourself, and I’ve looked into this, don’t try and act like I’m not right,” she said, her voice somewhat angry, a fire in it.

But whether or not the anger was directed at Sage or at someone else such as herself was debatable. It didn’t really seem like it was directed at Sage, it seemed more like Bellamy was frustrated in general. And she was now seeing her alter ego standing in the shadows, in the corner of her eye, nearly in view but not quite, the only thing that Bellamy could see immediately being her dark hair, which was just slightly darker than the hair that the actual Bellamy had, and was one of the main ways to tell them apart.

“You could eliminate Kodiak in a minute if you put your mind to it and tried. I would be willing to help you,” said the Dark Bellamy, causing the true Bellamy to squeeze her eyes shut to block out the image of the false version of her. The one that could talk so seductively, making her feel like she should be listening to every word that she said.

“No,” she mumbled under her breath, a simple enough statement.

“Or you could just break things off with Sage right here and save yourself the heartbreak, you pussy,” Dark Bellamy continued, at which point Bellamy rolled onto her side to face away from the sound.

“No,” she said again, her voice a bit weaker this time.

And then, it felt like she wasn’t in control of her body once again, just like she had felt for a brief moment before. She spoke, speaking clearly and saying something that she never imagined herself saying before. Her words were cryptic ones, and the exact meaning, well, that would have to be questioned further because it just wasn’t there.

“You say that you love me and yet you will cut me deep and blame it on me. I will break your heart and you will want to die, but you will be the one with the last laugh. Because Sage, you will cause my death,” she said, the tone of her voice changing noticeably from the one that she was speaking in before, at which point it shifted back when she was done speaking.

“Um… I don’t know what that was about,” she said quickly, in her regular voice rather than the clearer and more precise one that she had just spoken in when giving her ominous quote about the future.

by **Lessoni** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 4:09 pm

Jack Dredd

Oh thank the lord. He was alive, and even if he'd rustled Ainsley's jimmies, which he was fairly certain he did, it was worth it to not die. Now, he could get back to his vacation.

"Well, it's our leaders call, but I'm positive we could arrange some sort of transportation. I've found the VTOLS to be quick fast, if not comfortable."

Jack had visibly relaxed now that the danger had passed. Things had gone bad, but they were also looking up. Still, Tad... he'd just been on the beach with that guy. Hard to believe he was dead. But hey. He said the wrong thing. He just had to be glad it wasn't him.

by **Sraelyn** » Fri Mar 22, 2019 6:52 pm

Giovanni Salazar

He groggily woke up, raising his head to see the orange glow coming from the window, and sat on his bed. His roommate, whoever it was, wasn’t there, which was probably a relief. He stood up and tried not to step on the empty cans of beer or the bottle of wine he had drank earlier that day since arriving at the island, while cleaning the dried drool stuck to the side of his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He picked up one of the cans that was still half full and downed it’s contents. It tasted like warm piss, yet somewhat helped wash down the taste of hungover that lingered in his mouth, before opening the window and taking a half smoked cigarette from the ashtray full of butts and lighting it. With slow, unbalanced steps, he walked to the bathroom and placed his hands on the sides of the sink to support himself while he looked at the mirror.

For the next 30 seconds he simply stared at the reflecting glass, which was almost like a strange mirage. As he studied the image in front of him, he touched his own face to make sure of what he was seeing. The nearly cadaveric pale face, the greasy mess of hair, the sunken red eyes and the bulging black bags underneath them, it was all there. It was all him.

“It’s finally the day Gio. You’re 21, you’re finally a man. I’m proud of you son.”

The hand that was gently placed on his own cheek moments ago now shot outwards before moving once again and slapping his face at full force. His face jerked sideways, and he spat blood from his bitten tongue into the sink. “Joder.”

It felt just like those days, when he woke from a long sleep, and tried unsuccessfully to remember whatever he had dreamt seconds prior, so as to not completely forget about it in the next few minutes. But instead of hazy fragments from a strange and long dream, he was trying to hold on to the fleeting and confusing memories of the last few weeks. His time with the Young Guardians fellt as if he had been sleepwalking while awake. He had trained as the rest of them, yet he participated in no mission, didn’t have an actual conversation with anyone else either. He was just mindlessly going through the motions. And being back in Italy definitely didn’t help. But the waking dream was taking it’s toll.

The short cold shower rinsed him of what remained of his hangover, and increasing his blood flow brought back some livelihood to his face. He grabbed a nice button-down shirt and headed out towards Cagliari, leaving the resort behind. Enough sulking and laying around all day. He’d have to wrestle himself back into the real world.

The cool summer breeze refreshed him as he lit another cigarette. A few picturesque lights illuminated the otherwise dark and nearly empty street, until he saw a large man with a reptilian looking face, and a young woman with white hair apparently arguing. He believed he had already seen them before, and looking at their appearance, they were probably Young Guardians as well.

“You are Young Guardians right? I don’t believe we’ve ever actually spoken before. My name’s Giovanni.” He’s slight accent showing as he extended his hand.

by **Lunas Legion** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 1:42 am

Sophia Anya Rykova a.k.a Euclid

"Not really." Sophia shrugged dismissively, not stopping or even turning to look back as she continued to walk away. "Do whatever you feel like. Not like I have anything but bad memories from my childhood." She was done for today, really. It was too hot for her liking, there were too many people, too much talking... Why couldn't the world ever just leave her alone? "Go enjoy yourself wherever."

She slid her hands into her jacket pockets as she walked, grumbling under her breath before someone else showed up. Great. More people, just what she wanted right now.

"None of your business." She snapped out, her own Russian accent surfacing, ignoring the offered hand and brushing past Giovanni as she formed a bubble in front of her with her power, stepping in to it. She didn't like strangers in general, and she especially didn't feel like talking to anyone else right now. When the bubble vanished, she was most of the way down the street, the distance between having been crushed to a single step for her.

by **Forest State** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 5:52 am

Prodigy Initiative Part One: Fresh Faces

Current Date
July 10th, 2024

Kian "The Fallen Preacher" Cullen
"I was put here to lead the lost souls..."

Prodigy. A person, especially a young one, endowed with exceptional qualities or abilities. At least, that was how it was defined, and those were the types of people that the aptly named Prodigy Initiative looked for. They had done a pretty good job of finding the ones that fit that description, and were willing to join a villainous organization either because it fit who they were or because the financial and material benefits of it were too great to turn down. Or maybe they were just looking for a place to call their own and this was the only one that came calling.

There were plenty of reasons to join an organization like this. The Initiative didn’t care which reasons people were here for as long as they proved to be good members of the program. But still, Kian Cullen was wondering about the motives of the members as they showed up, because it was just intriguing. What motivated this group of young people to travel far away to a place like Russia to train for years not to use their powers for good, but for crime? Even if they were prodigies in terms of powers, how would they work when they had to work together as a team? What would life around Ground One be like with them around?

Those questions, however, were going to remain hidden for now. Cullen was generally much more stoic in public, and it wasn’t his job to be a psychologist. No, his job was acting as the caretaker of this place and watching over those within the Initiative. It seemed strange, that a bunch of criminals, or future criminals at least, would need someone to look over them as if they were still children. But while they weren’t that young, and most of them were in their early twenties, they were still inexperienced. Many of them were damaged in some way other than physical.

And this was a world that could eat someone alive. Even those with more experience. They weren’t that young, but in terms of the criminal world, they were definitely still kids and they needed someone to look over them before they slipped up and faced the harsh consequences. This wasn’t like the Young Guardians Program. They didn’t have a huge multinational organization backing them and keeping them out of trouble, and keeping them from experiencing the worst of the danger that came from the job.

They could easily soar higher than they could with the Guardians, but there were much less safety nets.

Still, they wouldn’t know of Cullen’s concern for them. They wouldn’t even know Cullen as that, but by the more famous name that had reached the headlines before, the one that reflected Cullen’s outfit that included a cross hanging from around his neck; the Fallen Preacher. It was somewhat fitting. Cullen had been a preacher in Ireland at one point. And yet, small crimes had turned into larger ones. Larger crimes had turned into a career in crime. And before long, that was what Cullen was known for. For being that preacher that was involved with a criminal syndicate now.

There was still some good nature left in Cullen, but that wasn’t something that he was willing to show to the Initiative members just yet. They were looking up to him as the main instructor, someone to push them. Not someone to look out for them, and definitely not someone that had personal interest about them and their lives. Even if, looking at the dossiers that had been compiled by the higher ups, Cullen only really felt interest. And his power, the ability to peer into the pasts of others and follow their past actions just by looking at them, that was sure to only stoke that interest.

So it was part of the reason why Cullen was wearing his usual red mask as he walked down to the ground level of the mansion to greet the bus that was showing up with the new recruits. It was harder to read someone with a mask like that, and Cullen needed to read them, not have them notice him. Cullen made his way to the front door and opened it just as the others were arriving, standing on the porch overlooking the large lawn.

“Welcome,” he said, approaching the incoming group and walking down the concrete walkway that cut through the lawn and to the porch. “I’m known around here as the Preacher. I’m the one that the Initiative has assigned to make sure you all complete your training and that you don’t get killed before the organization can make its money back on all of you. Because of that role, I should be the one that you come to with any questions or concerns or if you don’t understand something about the training program. I will also be picking the teams for field assignments, so perform well and you will find yourself able to do something.”

Something was visible, however. The faint outline of a person standing near the Preacher, offset to the side and behind. That outline wasn’t easy to see, it looked something like a heat blur almost, but it shifted and turned into a real person, a woman with a slim but equally athletic figure and a face that was covered up by a black mask, which covered everything except for the mouth.

“And this is my assistant, Lilith.” the Preacher continued. “She’s handling the hands on part of much of the training around here, but she’s not exactly the talkative type. I wouldn’t come to her with your concerns, you’re certain to get an unpredictable answer. I’d also advise to stay away from her when she’s low on energy. There will sometimes be others around here to help with your training, but the two of us are the ones that live on site. And the ones that will be responsible for writing reports back to the Initiative about your progress.”

“If no one has anything to ask, you can all head to the mansion and choose your rooms. Yes, there are enough for everybody. You may be criminals, but there is no need to fight yet. All of the rooms have the same things, with the exception of the ones by the windows. When you’re done moving your things in, you’ll find that lunch is being served right now.”

With that, Cullen gestured back towards the front door, beckoning the group of new recruits to come on.

by **Lunas Legion** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 8:41 am

Nina Bryens

It was... Strange, Nina, found, just standing there, fingers tapping against the grips of her knives. It wasn't quite yet too late to just, well... Leave. To just give up the unknown, to turn around and leave, and pick out the same kind of living in Moscow that she had in Berlin. It wouldn't be hard, it wasn't like the cold ever bothered her, and a slow killer like frostbite was the exact type of thing her power was most effective against.

But she didn't leave, didn't so much as glance towards the doors or the windows, her face an impassive mask as usual as she listened, only half paying attention to what the man in front of them was saying. Words mattered little to her, actions were what mattered. Words didn't light that fire within her, not like doing things sometimes did.

She had no questions; curiosity got you killed, and if you couldn't deal with something out of left-field, then you deserved whatever happened to you. Life wasn't fair, after all. So when he finished talking and gestured to the front door, she was the first to move forwards, not confident, but more like that of a predator patrolling its turf, hands still by her knives.

She'd made her choice, chosen the unknown over the known. After all, how long would it be until the known just couldn't light that fire of feeling within her any more? Her power had already robbed her of one thing that let her feel and she wasn't willing to give that up. Not when it was so intoxicating.

by **Endem** » Sat Mar 23, 2019 9:10 am

Elek Mohave

Elek finally went out of the coffee shop for good and was walking on the sidewalk and spotted someone from the Young Guardians he didn't meet before, looking like he was sad at something Elek decided to speak with the man. He went up to him and saw another person walk up to the man, the more the better, Elek will at least get to know two people at the same time

"Hi, I'm Elek, we are both from Young Guardians but we never spoke before, anything happened?"

Heroes of Tomorrow Redux [IC | DONE]

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