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Postby Tomia » Wed Mar 16, 2022 8:02 pm

Young Bloods, San Francisco
As chaos broke out and the team began to be surrounded, Mars quickly powered up Rocket, realizing that stealth was no longer a concern. Taking advantage of the fact that he was in the middle of the group, Rocket used the cover to take into the air. This situation hadn't been how he had hoped to start their work here in San Francisco, but now things were real and he needed to step up and protect his friends.

Roy wouldn't hesitate. I have to get them out of this.

Rocket raised his right hand that formed into an energy cannon, firing into a blast at the side street in front of them. The beam cut through a number of trash cans that were beginning to pill up against their front. They needed to cut a path, they couldn't hope to defeat all of the creatures on their own.

Meanwhile, Angelica saw Kiris produce a large crystal wall to cover their back and realized she could do something similar. She blasted a dumpster that had charged her, freezing it solid to the ground before rushing over to the edge of the crystal structure that was being slammed into by wayward vehicles. She took a deep breath and visualized her path before she began spraying a wall of ice around the team, giving a wide birth to make sure not to freeze any of her allies. She also made sure not to block off the side road in front of them to give the team a way out. Still, there dozens if not more enemies still trapped among them, and marched ever closer. The ice wouldn't last for ever and they needed to get free quickly.

Just then Angelica heard a clang and saw a figure climbing down a nearby building and diving gracefully onto a ford, slicing it in half with incredible ease. The nearby dumpsters seemed to notice the threat and surround him, at which point he tossed his blade at one, which struck hard into the side of the plastic. As the blade sat in the monster's side, it suddenly began to glow bright red before a small explosion sent the nearby creatures flying.

Just then another person appeared, hoovering above them. "Man I'm sick of these things!" She shouted, blasts of electricity coming from her hands and heading down the nearby street, stopping a half a dozen cars dead in their tracks as they became completely lifeless.

"Rocket!" Angelica shouted, "This is our chance, let's push out of here!" the heroine called, while freezing the tires of a car that was trying to ram her against the ice.

"Right!" Mars called back before speaking into the communicator, "Alright everyone we're moving to the base, follow me!" He shouted before landing hard onto the ground and running through the side street that Angelica had left open. The tech hero charged forward, using his energy beam to cut down the dumpsters that tried to surround them once more. Together with the cover from the two strangers that had arrived the team rushes out of the street and beyond the pursuit of the animated creatures.

"Come on, it's close!" Mars shouted, deciding he would wait to discuss their recklessness until after they were safe. After two blocks of running, the team comes upon what looks like a hospital that has been blockaded off with various defunct vehicles and rubble. The parking lot had been quartered off with make shift walls and a number tents were laid out across it. No one was outside at the moment but they looked lived in at some point. Mars stopped outside the hospital, allowing the team a moment to catch their breath now that the danger had passed for a moment.

"So, got to hand it to you, that blindly rush into your doom plan was something else." Behind them walked, the man with the two swords, a grin on his face as he approached. Mars looked away at that, a little embarrassed.

"You're the Young Bloods right? What the hell you doing out here?" He asked, sheathing his swords upon his back.

"We're here to support the outpost here, driving back animaster's assaults. You're Twinblade right?"

The man's smile faded slightly for a brief moment before it returned. "Well, I had hoped Brain Matter would take the request seriously, but we'll take what we can get. At least there are a lot of you, so there's that."

"People who underestimate us tend to wind up embarrassed." Angelica spoke up sharply.

The swordsman chuckled, "Well, I look forward to my embarrassment then. And ya, I'm Twinblade, come on let's get you inside."

"And I'm Thunder Mage!" The woman who had been sparking electricity said as she floated down to them. She had an accent that Mars couldn't place but sounded vaguely South American. "Don't mind Twinblade, his hobby is being an asshole. But you're right, we should get back inside. We've got two others that will want to know you're here."

The two heroes lead the team inside the building. The hospital doors opened and immediately they saw a few people in make shift armor and gear mingling what was once a waiting room. There a familiar face was sitting behind the former reception desk, smiling when she saw the Young Bloods.

"Hey long time no see!" It was Seer, the well known member of the Vancouver Vixens and the sister of their leader.

"I was wondering when you would show up." She said with smile and Frostbite took off her mask for a moment in a rare moment of feelings and offered the hero a smile. "It's great to see you again Seer, they didn't tell us who who would be here but I'm glad its you."

"Well, I knew of your arrival but I was glad non the less."

"You could have maybe told us who they were sending oh great fortune teller." Twinblade said sarcastically. The Canadian hero didn't seem fazed and gave him a coy smile.

"And ruin the surprise?" She replied with a wink before turning back to the team. "Anyway, welcome to our little slice of hell Young Bloods. I'm sure you have questions about what's been going on here so feel free to ask. I'm guessing Brain Matter wasn't all that forthcoming about this place or why or you're being sent here. The bottom line is, we're in trouble. One of ours went missing two days ago. We've trying to keep it quite for moral but, we're worried and we need reinforcements. So, that's where you come in."

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Postby Europa Undivided » Wed Mar 16, 2022 8:19 pm

Nandras Varaget - "Twin Bite"
San Francisco Medical Center


"Hello," Varo giving a small wave. "A survivor, my name is Varo and I did not think that we would be getting more patients like your friend there. Or any more aliens for that matter. Mind if I ask what is it like out there in the city? Just woke up today and finding out what has happened since I brought here with my father."


Nandras turned around to face the other alien. The thrum of magic power wa almost visible in the air around him, or perhaps that was because of the tattoos and roided physique. The Ezohir, in contrast, was quite scrawny behind that armored exterior; a product of living in a low gravity environment in his formative years, as well as the horrible diet up there.The mechanical arms snapped, looking at each other as if they had a mind of their own. That wasn't the case, since that was only a reflexive action. It was just to look like Nandras was talking to them...

"Hello, ah, Varo," Nandras waved back, getting down from the edge of the balcony to step upon the floor. "I haven't seen your lot around these parts, eh, so I guess you're pretty new to Earth, yah? Newer than my people, I imagine, since we.... uh, came here a year or so ago, parked our station in orbit since most of us can't go down here without dying from the gravity... but yeah, the city seems to be... in a bad shape."

The Ezohir looked down to examine the spent galvanic rounds that he had pulled out of the carcasses of slain puppet objects and zombies. These bullets were not easy to make, so the next best thing was to melt them down and reuse them. "Based on your questions, I may conclude that you don't know what exactly is sodomizing this wonderful city. So, from what I heard, zombies, as in undead creatures that like to bite into the flesh of the liviing and eat it, are competing with a legion of furniture and quite literally every inanimate object that there is that have been animated by some sort of magic. I'm not a magic person," Nandras pointed to his mechanical arms, "And so I won't pretend to know how it works."

Nandras paused, blinking as he realized that he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh, how... ah, rude of me. I'm Nandras Varaget. Ezohir mechanic, connosieur of galvanic weapons, cuisine enthusiast, and... yeah. I like trains..."

He quicky noticed, however, that there was a bit of a commotion outside. He zoomed his sight towards the area in front of the entrance, laying his eyes upon the group of heroes that had gathered there. Quite a lot of them, in fact.

"It seems that we have more company," Nandras said to Varos, clambering unto the edge of the wall with his machine arms. "Must we say hi?"
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Postby Theyra » Wed Mar 16, 2022 9:45 pm

Europa Undivided wrote:Snip


"New well, very new. Me and my father crashed land here about four days before his madness started, and I only woke up about some time ago today. My father is not here, he was evacuated with most of the hospital's patients while I was left here." He sighed, Varo wished he could be with his father right now and know for sure that he was okay like he was. Well, granted him being okay meant being trapped in a city that is overrun with undead and murderous animated objects. He still can't believe the second part but, based on what he has seen and what Kate and now Nandras said. There are two villains are out there causing this mess, and only one has been named.

"Animaster, that is the name of the one apparently causing the inanimate objects to come to life and attack people. I heard from one of the nurses here but, they are fighting each other? That is news to me, I have heard about the undead and the inanimate objects but not the two fighting each other." Varo leaned back up against the railing of the balcony. So not only has the city been outrun but also a warzone? And he is stuck in the middle of it. Quite the first time being on Earth so far, he thought tiredly. At least his father has been evacuated and not in this mess.

"Greetings Nandras and an Ezohir. I have not heard of your race before, and I have been.... well, a nomad for most of my life. So I have met many races but not yours. I am an Elaian, and if you have not heard of them. Quite the isolationists they are, but here I am. Stuck in an overrun warzone." He sighed again, Varo just wished he could do something and not just wait around for an attack.

That was when he heard the commotion outside and turned around to see it. It looks like some people, probably more survivors, have arrived. "I suppose we can say hi," and while he was going to say follow him down the stairs. Varo saw that Nandras was already clamoring on the wall, and he guessed that meant Nandras was climbing down. "Well, meet you downstairs then," and Varo made his way downstairs to meet the new arrivals.

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Postby Finland SSR » Thu Mar 17, 2022 3:22 am

Finland SSR wrote:December

Some days prior




December




A vast hole had been blasted open in the first floor of the school building, and a flurry of drones were swarming into what used to be the gym hall. Small, yet plentiful machines flying with rotor blades were touching down upon the basketball hoop, the lifting weights and the floor, each one armed with guns, lasers and small missiles. Several were scanning the entire building with electromagnetic waves and mapping its corridors, and transmitting all of the information back to their master.

Algarve could now see everything that was taking place in the entire building - and after registering which of the little infrared specs had an extremely unnatural signature, he could also tell where his first target was located at.

It has been a while since the seven foot tall cyborg had last stepped foot in Ecuador. Until recently, little if any work contracts came from this country - it was simply too stable, not enough civil wars and rebellions to establish a niche in. Colombia, Peru, Paraguay - those were the countries with little lovely guerrilla wars costing thousands of lives that allow an honest mercenary to make a living. But things never stay the same, and now a whole plethora of contracts are coming from Quito. Patrolling, assassinations, military base raids... now that's the good stuff. And if his judgment is correct, his mission will open an entire world of job opportunities across the entire country.

So, he has to help his peers out, right?

Algarve picked up a nearby barbell, fiddling with it like it was a twig in spite of its weight, then suddenly pushed one end into the palm of his engorged left arm. A humming sound of metal being cut came out and the barbell slightly sank into the hand, before the mercenary pulled it out - half of the weights attached to the end of the barbell were "eaten" away. A panel opened on Algarve's left forearm with a faint whiff of smoke, and revealed a set of explosives manufactured inside.

"Take this," he spoke as he handed the explosive over to one of the nearby drones. "Room 114." Pincers on the belly of the drone snapped to pick it up and the machine took off.

Calmly walking past the gym and into the corridors of the school, Algarve continued manufacturing explosives from the rest of the barbell, and handed them out to his drones. Slipping through the school inconspicuously, they were setting the explosives up in key areas, ready for detonation.




"Get down!"

Renata acted on a superhero's instinct as soon as the tremble shook the school. A burst of radiation and heated air propelled her forward and she grabbed onto the nearest students, pulling them to the floor with her. Two other students fell all by themselves, caught off guard by the shaking and slipping, others cowered. Thankfully, this was not an earthquake, as the shaking ceased a second later and a brief calm returned to the air. The ambient sound of people talking, crying, trembling, running all across the school followed, surrounding them from all sides. The alarm continued to ring.

But unfortunately... this was not an earthquake. If it wasn't an earthquake, then it probably was something a lot worse, an attack on the school. Terrorists? Ever since that coup attempt, there's been more across the country than ever, everyone is taking advantage of the disorder and the stretched law enforcement... But if someone was attacking this school in particular, then it was hardly likely that they chose it on accident. They must know that she is studying here, and be after her.

A bottled mix of fear and anger swirled inside her. She's out of uniform, she's surrounded by innocents, and doesn't have the shock absorbers on her arms, so most of her tools are not at her disposal - while whoever this person is, they're most certainly out here for blood. But... endangering so many people, even children, just for her? That was making Renata's blood boil.

"Everyone! Get up, and get out of here!" she yelled and pointed towards the nearest stairwell. Her peers turned towards her after the yell, but were still a bit too shaken to follow, so Renata continued. "Don't worry, I'll keep you all safe, just go!" One after another, the students grabbed anything they had with them and hurried forth, the teacher who had rang the alarm followed with them, and Renata joined with them, keeping tabs on every direction she could. If they were really under attack, then she had to be wary of anything.

There was a whole mob of people in the first floor, at the hall leading to the front exit. The school warden in the hall was frantically calling the police, but it will take time for any help to arrive. Just in case, Renata quickly pulled out her phone as she stepped down the stairs and activated a distress signal to the Condors. They won't be able to show up here in a second, either, but surely they'll arrive faster and be more helpful than the ordinary law enforcement. A few of the students who gathered in the hall were brave enough to just run, while others were standing confused, shaken and worried. They did not know where to go, whether it would be safer to go outside or stay inside, and they relied on their teachers to tell them what to do. The teachers were just as lost. So was Renata.

There were people she knew among that crowd. Students who, on any normal day, would have never even thought of something like this happening to them. Who joked, laughed, made fun of one another, and lived a care free life... Now they were put in mortal peril, just because they happened to be in the same building as her, and drawn into petty political squabbles that she herself despised...

Suddenly, an explosive round struck the ceiling above, shattering the glass of several lights and raining the shards down upon the people below. Screams of panic and terror engulfed the entire hall, dozens dropped to the floor to cower immediately, others began running in the direction of the exit, flooding the glass doors and running one after another.

"I- Wait!- Please don't... panic..!" Renata mumbled under her breath, but by now, she was completely drowned out. So, she went for another response. Gritting her teeth in anger, she pushed herself through the hall, then blasted herself forward, to the corridor from which the shot had just rang out. A tall, white-haired cyborg was calmly approaching from a distance. The chaos and panic seeping across the school did not phase him - in fact, he did not seem like he minded it at all. A few drones zoomed around him from both sides, each one equipped with a weapon and ready to fire. If there was anyone responsible for this incident... that has to be a better suspect than any.

"Stop!" Renata yelled and spread her arms to the sides, as if to signal the man that he was not allowed to advance any further. "You're here for me, aren't you? Then I am right here. You don't need to harm anyone else."

Hearing the young heroine's determination, Algarve stopped. Each one of his steps had sounded entirely mechanical, and by now Renata could tell that he was far more machine than man.

"How brave, little princess," he answered. While the cyborg spoke, his drones were slowly taking aim. "I am not going to lie, I expected you to be a bit more quivering in terror when I found you."

This wasn't good. They were in a tight corridor, with no room for maneuver... while this man was equipped with enough firepower to splatter her to paste from afar. Staring the cyborg down for a second, Renata finally continued. "...What do you want from me?"

"Very little, honestly. About as much as your dentist," was the response she got. "Just... stand still."

With a powerful burst from her feet, Renata suddenly rushed forth - she could tell that the cyborg was aiming to open fire, and she acted first, before his drones could shoot. And they did - bullets flew past her as she flew, scorched by pulses of radiation emanating from her body, partially melting and so having her trajectory redirected away, banging to the walls and doors. She had tried a similar technique before, when she teamed up with Aleta during a bank heist, and it was just as terrifying to attempt back then as it was now. Just a small dip in the pulse and one of those bullets could pulverize her.

Renata tackled the cyborg in the chest, hitting metallic plates and painfully bouncing back to the floor, while only managing to get him to make a step back.

"...I did not expect that either, honestly," he spoke, with an even wider grin. That did not dissuade Renata, however, and only made her more furious. She rose to her feet and continued her assault, attacking with point-blank blasts and lasers alike. Each time, Algarve would make a step back, while blocking the attack with one of his arms or another, nullifying the momentum.

"They did tell me you were feisty, though, so perhaps I should have made the assumption," the cyborg continued, allowing his arms and legs to work autonomously and block the incoming strikes. "It will make for some lovely headlines in the evening, however. The heiress of Ecuador, its Stella, the embodiment of its youthful spirit and determination, has been found blasted to bits by a rogue terrorist today, while the authorities and even her own father left her to fend for herself. How can we Ecuadorians possibly live with a regime that allowed such a bright young star to die? How can we allow such neglect and tyranny? Let us all rise up to overthrow that tyrant-"

Frustrated with Algarve's speech, Renata sent a blast-boosted swing towards his face, only to find his chin just as metallic and reinforced as the rest of his body. Algarve, meanwhile, suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder and slammed her down at the floor, forcing out a pained yelp from her.

"-and give plenty of contracts to mercenaries like me. Poor, downtrodden mercenaries who have to scramble for the scraps these days, because South America is just so darn peaceful nowadays."

Gritting her teeth, pinned down at the floor, Renata clenched onto Algarve's hand, applying as much energy as she could at the man's wrist, trying to melt it as soon as possible. And yet, she could barely get it to turn reddish, in spite of all her efforts. "Mer... mercenary... So you're a hired killer, then? And... I'm your target then, I assume..?"

"Someone has to do it."

While Renata was being pinned down, one of Algarve's drones floated down, stationing itself between him and the young heroine, and aimed its high-explosive rifle. Death appeared imminent, but facing with it, Renata only struggled harder, to no avail. Rather than come to terms with death, she kept trying to fight it, even at what may have been her last moment. And, as it turns out, lady luck blessed her for once - instead of opening fire, the drone floating in front of her began to malfunction, trembling with sparks of electricity and wobbling in the air. There was a faint aura of energy around it, indicating that this was not just a routine malfunction, but rather the doing of someone else.

"What the-" Algarve gushed out, confused. Renata, meanwhile, acted instantly - she grabbed the malfunctioning drone and smashed it against the cyborg's face, coupling the strike with a burst of energy. Batteries inside of the drone detonated, releasing a puff of smoke and getting Algarve to briefly release his hold over Renata's shoulder. She took advantage of it immediately, sliding backwards on the corridor floor and rising back up to her feet.

"Hey!" a whisper suddenly called out to her from behind, somewhat to the left. There was a corridor branching off to the side behind her back, leading towards a few chemistry rooms and a staircase to the second floor. "Over here!"

Julian was there, standing behind the wall, but he was different. His right hand now held a long, wooden staff, while left was somewhat reached forward, and casting a faint blue energy shield around himself. Even his expression was a lot more determined than that of the rather shy teen she borrowed study material from a few days ago.

"...Julian?" Renata muttered in surprise, but did not get much of a response from her peer, who answered:

"I'll explain later. We need to stand back. Help is coming."

The shock of the drone smash to the face had faded and Algarve stood back up. Renata had run away and was now standing alongside Julian behind the corridor cross-section, but that wasn't nearly good enough to hide from him - the cyborg's infrared vision caught their location almost instantly.

By now, however, he had something even worse to deal with.

Something smashed through the windows of one of the surrounding classrooms, then, stormed into the corridor after kick-opening the door. Emanuel Andrade, or Goldilocks of the Andean Condors.
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Postby North America Inc » Thu Mar 17, 2022 8:52 pm

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


Virgil Armani

Virgil froze with a thunderstruck expression as the tendrils grappled around the elderly man and bled him out as if he was some pig at the butchers. The blood shot out onto the rest of the shop, a few drops even staining his shirt. He took a step back. The corpse was tossed off into the corner as a dozen or so arms eagerly took advantage of their multitude of new staging areas.

On the other side of the wall, Sephia had perched herself against it. Her confidence had returned, her pose radiating that ever conceitful energy, crossing her arms while listening. "He's cornered but..." She cleaned the blood from under her fingernails as she mused, "I can't let him touch them before I can melt him. Then we'll see who he really is."

Virgil jumped as four jolted for his legs, landing on the counter top only for another five to take a swipe at him. The store was particularly crowded with so many items on and fabrics on display, it was difficult to even navigate the area without tripping over something. Rolling from the top of the counter to behind it, Virgil was able to see three more come from the edge of his field of view. 'First one. Going completely forward. Don't move, it'll miss. The tendril tore through the cash register, dragging the machine with it as it struck the painting laden wall. 'Second. Curving from my right, arcing downwards. Roll back - No! Forwards. The Second Tendril shot out with an arc, crashing into the tile right as Virgil rolled into the main display room; it flung it's tailend back as it pulled itself up from the ground. 'Third. Run towards it. Parry.' Now with more actual space to move, the spy sprung up and onto his feet, dodging the 'spear' with a side swipe, slashing the overextended piece.

Unlike before, she was prepared. Not giving him any space to move or pull it towards him, the tendrils enveloped the severed piece, reconstituting it back into the collective before it died from deprivation. Sephia let out a sigh of relief, rubbing a minor numbing pain on her wrist.

'They're so much more responsive and quicker to act than before.' Virgil dashed back and forth to dodge a series of strikes aimed for his head. He could feel the air crack right behind his ears. Either they had learned from their last encounter, though that seemed unlikely given how artificially stupid they were, or someone was exhibiting more direct control. How they were keeping such a close eye on him wasn't clear but he had one quick idea to find out. Virgil threw a few spare items at them, distracting them long enough to run and get a good luck at the corpse.

Turning the body over, nothing immediate stood out. Faded jeans with a dull green collared shirt. It was all so normal. Except for Virgil's supposition, one crucial accessory: a nametag bearing the name of his store. Located right under the man's name, was the same furniture store he saw when he walked in. Without a moment's hesitation, Virgil drew out his suppressed Berretta and fired five continuous shots at the right wall. It was a literal shot in the dark, and it paid off spectacularly well.

A lone scream rang out, a woman's, followed by all the tendrils jittering and shaking in their place. Virgil let out a large sigh of relief, momentarily enjoying the moment right before a tendril slapped him so hard across his shoulder that he went flying. He crashed through the glass entrance, smacking against stone and rolling a few more feet onto the central walk area. He tried to stand up with his right arm, only to find it completely liquified. He cursed under his breath as he struggled to stand.

A lone raindrop landed beside his right hand. Followed by another. And another. The showers that were promised had come, and at the most inopportune time. "You know..." A woman walked out from the furniture store, grasping her abdomen, "How hard it is to avoid this cliché. It's all so trite. Superheroes, the Stars, the NASL they all love the spotlight. They want primetime, to fight their little rogues gallery one night after another. The same dull monologue, the hero face to face with the villain." She staggered for a few more steps towards him, using a nearby bench to prop herself up. "I never wanted any of that. I just want to do my job, maybe kill a few people, and get paid. Is that so hard?"

Virgil interjected as he climbed to his own feet, "Apparently so."

Sephia gnashed her teeth, "Apparently. Mundanity is so hard to find when you're extraordinary. I don't work be in the spotlight. My abilities are too anti-climatic. Superstrength, super smarts, super- whatever, incontinence, all don't really matter when you're mush. I would spoil their fun. But you..." She cracked a smile, "You had to go and ruin mine. Which means I either slipped up or you know how I think. You've done this before. You... you're another player in the game. Not their game. Our game. Where subtly is a bit more needed than just mindlessly smashing your opponents head in. Which for me..." She gestured towards herself, "Is quite an honor. I have to say. You don't know how boring it gets finding the same dudes in power armor. I thought we were the only ones with powers lurking in the shadows."

"You have no idea how wrong you are." Virgil brandished his side arm, "Maybe in another life, you could have learned so much more. Unfortunately, I think we met for the first and final time."

She nodded, "I think so too." The tendrils crept out from within the tailor shop, latching onto Sephia's back one after another. She gasped a bit as each arm locked onto her spine, a total of twelve in total. She held out one tendril in front of her, this one noticeably shorter. She rubbed her damaged eye before stepping forward towards Virgil. "Well then, one last round."
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Postby Talchyon » Thu Mar 17, 2022 9:01 pm

Molly Shanahan (aka, "Jinx")
San Francisco Med Center


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Really, where else was there to look? In a city that had gone haywire, a city that over the last several days had gone from hectic to literally attacking itself, she had run out of options. The police had been no help, with officers working overtime to try and keep the citizens of San Fran safe, and she was one of hundreds who was missing relatives. It was a nightmare job for the officers tasked with taking down thousands of reports with practically no way to follow up on any of them. This was the kind of job reserved for those on a police chief's hate list, who had managed to piss off the high brass so badly they would never see the end of it. Trying to call hotels was impossible. Besides the fact that San Fran had hundreds of places to call, there were also the problems with cell phone towers deciding to start turning into metallic golems intent on destroying people. That led to a lot of dropped coverage and zero bars. She could have tried a private investigator, but she doubted they would be any more help than the police. Besides, they were probably trying to save their own sorry asses and probably wouldn't be taking on new cases. That left hospitals, clinics, emergency shelters, perhaps more options but it was getting hard to think of what they could be. So far, this was the fourth hospital Molly Shanahan had been to that day, and so far she had struck out on every prior hospital she visited. The task was growing more hopeless by the minute: trying to find her parents who had been separated from her. In a foreign country, no less.

Taking a drink from a water bottle she had bought, the out-of-towner teen from Edmonton, Canada tried to run through her moves. She had tried calling them and texting their phones several times to no luck. She was hoping that perhaps their cells (the latest Android models) had been lost or damaged, instead of the alternatives. She still had charge on her phone - with varying levels of service ranging from "decent enough" to "your city is screwed and that effects your phone too." The current hospital had some people there, and everyone was in a flurry of activity. As if someone had taken an ant farm in a small aquarium and had shaken it up. The volunteer at the front desk was harried, having little time to talk to Molly since it was clear she wasn't injured herself. When Molly asked if her parents were there by name, she got a negative. She asked how many John Does or Jane Does had been brought in. It was anywhere between 20 and who knows. Computer service was spotty due to the attacks on the city.
Paperwork was a mess. The clinicians had their hands full trying to sort out who was going where, with all the motion. It seemed the patients had been sent somewhere safer. Or they were in the process of being sent. (Currently, in the middle of the Mojave Desert would have been such a place). Or they would be soon. But other patients had also been coming in, not only off the street but from other parts of the city. The hospital had become a way station from other hospitals sending various patients to them, before they sent them to the next. That meant two things. First, Molly was running out of luck. Second, it was unlikely Molly would find her separated parents here. But she had to try.

Molly had been brought to San Francisco because her parents - her rich banker father, in particular - had thought they had finally found a place that might work for her. Basically, since Molly had finally been turning things around and the constant run-ins with the police were coming to an end, and she had started being more responsible with when and how she used her teleportation ability, her parents had finally relented. They would look for a place she could go that could help her. A place she could grow to use her abilities. A place that would give her what she had been unable to get at home. And they thought they had found such a place in America, San Fran to be exact. It's just that when they came down to check the place out, the whole city was under siege by a mixture of both zombies, animated inanimate objects, and rival teams of superheroes adding to the melee.

There seemed to be a group gathering outside. Curious, Molly looked through the windows of the lobby. A little surprised, she recognized them - the logo, anyway. The Young Bloods! She had heard of them, of course. Who hadn't? She thought they weren't located in San Fran, but who knows? Maybe they were calling in all the favors and trying to get a united front to deal with this catastrophe. An idea came to her. The Young Bloods had access to information she might not have. Maybe they had a way to find missing persons. Maybe they could find her parents. At least if they were still alive, the Young Bloods could use their vastly superior resources and try to help locate them.

It was worth a shot.

Shrugging, more or less to herself than to the empty hospital lobby, Molly didn't have to go outside because they apparently were coming in. She didn't really know much about them - who their leader was, for example. But there was a way to find out.

Raising her voice to no one in particular as she approached the group of heroes. "Excuse me. You're the Young Bloods? Do you help locate missing persons? My parents.. I haven't seen them in days. We came down from Canada, and then the city erupted, and I've been sleeping in my car, and well..." Molly just trailed off, more out of exhaustion from what the last several days had brought her than out of not knowing what else to say. She had gotten her point across, though, so now she'd find out who was in charge, at the very least.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 19, 2022 3:14 pm

January 15th



Tomia wrote:---


Hearing Mars' voice through the team comms, Kirisvala quickly looked around and noticed the two new arrivals helping them out, the ice walls that rose to temporarily cover most of the area, and the path that had been cleared for them to continue moving towards Beta Zone. It took only a moment to put two and two together, and she glanced over at the newly released Carter. "Come on Aeolus, we gotta get movin'!" She called out to him before following in Rocket's wake, quickly noticing that two cars had begun to tail her. Nimbly flipping out of the way of the first and then the second, she took stock of their position and remained still for a moment, luring her towards her only to jump back at the last second, causing both to smash into each other violently.

"Serves ya right." She stuck her tongue out at the totaled vehicles before swiftly moving on. With the help from Thunder Mage and Twinblade, it seemed the group would be able to make it through to Beta Zone without much issue - the streets were crawling with animated objects, but they were grounded, relatively easy to spot and either avoid or take care of. However, as the pink-haired heroine looked up, she saw another threat looming.

"Rocket, watch out!"

Hearing his girlfriend's warning through the comms, the armor-clad genius boy looked up, spotting a rather strange, but still quite alarming sight - smart fridges jumping off of nearby apartment buildings, turning themselves into living projectiles as they plummeted towards the street in the general direction of the Young Bloods, several on them zeroing in on the largest target present, his mech armor. Knowing the danger they posed to himself and his teammates, Mars began shooting some of them out of the sky, though not nearly enough. Normally he would be pretty confident in the amount of punishment Rocket could take, but given the weight and speed of the falling foes, as well as their number, he wasn't so sure he'd come out unscathed.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone. With a burst of speed, Kiris reached his side and then crushed a blue crystal in her palm. Immediately, the ethereal notes of the spellsong contained within echoed through the air as a translucent white barrier formed around them and the rest of the team, causing the fridges to bounce off, crushed by the fall, but causing no harm. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Mars turned to look at her.

"Thanks for the save, love." He said directly to her, turning off his comms for a second. Kirisvala looked at her boyfriend and offered him a cheerful grin, though her expression quickly changed as she looked around at the remains of the fridges - and the contents they had scattered across the street as well.

"Fridge artillery rainin' down on us... this entire mission is ridiculous!" She complained, shaking her head.

"Ya it is, but we're here to make it right. Come on, let's keep going." He told her, and the pink-haired girl nodded. The two continued on alongside the rest of the team, soon enough making it to what appeared to be Beta Zone: a blockaded hospital and the attached parking lot, which were fortified with dilapidated vehicles and assorted rubble that seemed to form a protective barricade around it. Signs of battle could be seen all around the area, such as scorch marks and the odd remain of a no longer animated object, though the more obvious hints seemed to have been cleared away.

One of the two heroes who had assisted them, Twinblade, was clearly less than pleased about their arrival. Kiris frowned, but said nothing as she saw Angelica jump at the opportunity to snap back. After a brief back and forth, the team followed Twinblade and Thunder Mage into the hospital. Kirisvala noticed Mars dismissing his armor before heading inside and quickly caught up to him.

"Hey, don't let that drongo get to ya Marsy. Ya did great, what happened back there wasn't your fault." She told him, giving him a gentle pat on the back.

"Thanks Kiris. I needed to hear that." He replied with a soft smile. Kiris nodded and leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Go get 'em captain. Ya got this." She said, prompting him to nod and walk inside. Rather than go in after him, Kiris leaned against the wall next to the hospital entrance and let out a sigh. One of Makeshift's robotic fairies flew up to her, hovering in front of the alien girl.

"Not heading inside?" The blonde girl's voice inquired through the comms.

"I don't feel like talkin' to a bunch of adults who prefer to push us away when the world is endin' around them." She said with a bit of a frown on her face, shaking her head, before grabbing a hold of her arsenal of spellbound crystals and looking at it. Only three were missing so far, but she had only one Chorus of Crystal left, and she didn't know what sort of trial was ahead of them. Taking some time to replenish an use was probably a good idea there.

"Besides, I gotta prepare some magic for the next fight."

"Alright... I'll let you know if anything important comes up." Alexis told her. Her robotic intermediary couldn't exactly nod, so while Kirisvala began focusing and weaving together a new spellsong, the pink fairy drone headed into the building, just in time to hear Seer's greeting.

"Oh, hey Seer!" The fairy flew straight up to her, Alexis' voice coming out of it. "It's, uh, it's me, Makeshift. Short blonde girl, had big robot?" She elaborated, only to catch herself before continuing. "...Anyway! Not important. Can you tell us more? Who went missing? What do you need us to do?"

Just then, a girl, another teenager, approached the team, asking if they could help locate her parents. "Oh, yes, we're the Young Bloods. We're helping out the relief efforts currently, but we'll definitely keep an eye out for your parents if we see any survivors around. Can you tell us what they're like?"
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Postby Absolon-7 » Sat Mar 19, 2022 4:19 pm

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:---
Tomia wrote:---
Talchyon wrote:---
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:---

Casimir Herman, January 15th

"Nice save Crystal Heart!" said Caismir into his comm device as he looked back at the crystal barricade encircling the area behind him in a crescent. The metallic screeching of cars smashing into it and the buildings nearby filled the air as he he raised the bumper like a sword at the remaining horde on his street, "Bout time I finish the scrap work here."

Angelica intervening and reinforcing the crystal palisade with her ice wall meant the team southern flank was secure but left him out of their perimeter. Just as he liked it. The pack of cars screeched their tires at him as they revved up their engines before charging straight at him. He raised up the bumper in his hand like a javelin and launched it at the car spearheading the charge shattering its front and back windshields in a storm of glass. Suddenly the team's comm device spoke up with Mars' voice asking to follow him so as much as he wanted to keep wrecking cars the team would have to retreat.

"Hey! Hey! Don't leave me behind cause I caused this mess!" said Casimir as he leaped across the ice and crystal barrier to follow the rest of the team running behind the two new arrivals.

The hospital they were lead to, after a surprise attack by suicidal rooftop refrigerators when getting there, was a cross between a fortress and a tent city with how it was set up. They where led inside after Mars had a little chitchat with Twinblade and Thunder Mage and were greeted by Seer from the Vancouver Vixens at the reception desk after they had a bit of a breather outside the front doors. After Seer and Angelica cozied up the team got the sitrep about one of the base's heroes had gone missing two days ago and it was kept on the down low to prevent a panic. Alexis through her fairy had already jumped on starting the investigation.

"So who went poof out of existence?" inquired Casimir rubbing his helmet's chin in thought, "I can get a swarm going with what I already brought with me and search for any leads if you tell me where they where last seen."

The missing hero wouldn't be the only missing persons they were offered to find a brunette girl had come up to the team pleading for them to find her parents. Alexis once again took the initiative in talking to her but he felt obliged to add his own contribution raising his voice, "No need to fear civilian for not only the Young Bloods but Kabuto himself is here!" He gathered a small group of flies from within the room and made them fly in a circle around a raised finger, " If you got any belongings of theirs my swarm can help out too. It'll be a real snap."

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Postby Talchyon » Sat Mar 19, 2022 6:40 pm

Molly Shanahan (aka, "Jinx")
San Francisco Med Center


In a city tearing itself apart, Molly Shanahan had found some who were willing and able to keep it together. She felt a flash of relief, even though her parents were nowhere close to being found just yet. But if anyone could help, it would be this group of powered metas in front of her.

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
January 15th



..."Oh, hey Seer!" The fairy flew straight up to her, Alexis' voice coming out of it. "It's, uh, it's me, Makeshift. Short blonde girl, had big robot?" She elaborated, only to catch herself before continuing. "...Anyway! Not important. Can you tell us more? Who went missing? What do you need us to do?"

Just then, a girl, another teenager, approached the team, asking if they could help locate her parents. "Oh, yes, we're the Young Bloods. We're helping out the relief efforts currently, but we'll definitely keep an eye out for your parents if we see any survivors around. Can you tell us what they're like?"


Absolon-7 wrote:
...The missing hero wouldn't be the only missing persons they were offered to find a brunette girl had come up to the team pleading for them to find her parents. Alexis once again took the initiative in talking to her but he felt obliged to add his own contribution raising his voice, "No need to fear civilian for not only the Young Bloods but Kabuto himself is here!" He gathered a small group of flies from within the room and made them fly in a circle around a raised finger, " If you got any belongings of theirs my swarm can help out too. It'll be a real snap."


To the first hero who responded, the pink fairy drone with the human voice, Molly blinked twice and then gave the descriptions of her parents, including their names. She described how they had gotten separated from her, and how she had been trying desperately to find them in that area, by phone, by text, by searching various hotels and hospitals. Only to be still at square one and running out of hope. The one thing she didn't say was why they were in San Francisco in the first place. Her father had attempted to find a place where Molly could go and not be a danger to herself, where she could learn to use her powers better, and where things might become more normal for her. It's not that she didn't think it might be good for this team to know... but at the moment, being able to swap a person for another in sight by teleporting them, or switching objects from here to there and vice versa, didn't seem nearly as important as finding the people who had raised her.

Then, the second Young Blood responded. With his green and black outfit and the red googly-eyed goggles on top, it screamed "bug powers". He was confident, this Kabuto. Even had some little friends summoned to fly around his finger. Molly cringed a bit at how gross that was, and then recovered. He was only trying to help. She should have some kind of thankfulness for that. "Belongings..." Molly's mind raced. Had Mom or Dad given her anything of theirs recently? On the trip, perhaps, something that would cue the bugs in to search for them? Molly had no idea if bugs could smell or detect odors. But, she finally came to think of something. "I guess I have this." She fished out one of her dad's business cards that she had taken once. Slightly folded over, it would be less than impressive if handed to a client, but hopefully it would suffice for the bugs. And Kabuto.
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Postby Europa Undivided » Sun Mar 20, 2022 1:02 am

Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center


Perhaps to the startlement of some, Nandras landed upon the ground in front of the hospital using the mechanical limbs sprouted from the pack on his back. Being still somewhat unused to the customs and social cues of Earth, the Ezohir simply strode towards them just as Molly had handed the credit card to Kabuto, the machine arms slowly returning to the armor like eels retreating to their nest.

"So the Young Bloods are here," the avian alien said, taking off the helmet that obscured his face. "And uh, you.."

Nandras seemed to take a few moments to recall just who the two adult heroes were, and totally failed at the attempt. "Two Swords and... Storm, was it?" Nandras shrugged at his own pitiful attempt at enumerating the names of those older ones, and stooped down a bit tl look at the circle of flies around Kabuto's finger, remembering that little human idiom that said something about 'wrapped around a little finger'. In this case, he had the insects wrapped around his fingers.

"I assume you need all the hands you could get. I doubt any of you know who I am, but fret not. There is another newcomer alien like me, who should be down the stairs in a few moments. Probably. Oh, and ah," Nandras turned to the girl that he overheard to be looking for her parents in the city, "I pray that you find those you seek."

Now, while Varo the Elaian would have known nothing about the Ezohir, those from Earth or have been on Earth since before last year would have known of the Ezohir station's arrival to orbit. It made quite the headline at that time, though the quick resolvation of the issue made sure that it was pushed aside by more terrifying news. However, the fact that the last remnants of an entire species had parked a sizable space station in orbit, as well as the stereotype that they will delight at any food that isn't vat grown algae wouldn't be too easy to forget. Hopefully.
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Postby New Finnish Republic » Sun Mar 20, 2022 7:34 pm

Team Mission




Arriving at the makeshift forward operating base, Red let out a quiet sigh of relief as he took stock of his remaining arsenal. Unlike many of his other team members, Red was limited in his destructive potential against hard targets, and given that their opponents had consisted of dumpsters, vehicles, and a whole variety of large objects, he'd been extremely limited in what he could do during the fight. He had let the heavy hitters of the team focus on the larger targets while instead going out for less sturdy objects like simple trash cans and mailboxes. While this had allowed him to preserve much of what he had taken, he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of how much more was to come.

As the rest of the group and those already present assembled around the lobby area and began discussing amongst one another, Red placed a hand up to his communication set and reached out to Alexis. "Makeshift, what are the odds you could send any of your drones in for an aerial resupply in the near future? I'm still good for now, but if we go up against more of these hordes of objects I'm going to be down to my bare fists before I know it," he asked, glancing back over towards where Casimir and Alexis's fairy were talking to what appeared to be a civilian girl. Red was glad his helmet covered his face, as underneath it he rolled his eyes at Casimir's bravado-filled exclamations.

With there being a bit of down time and waiting for a response from Alexis, Red's attention centered on an old friend that he'd yet to get a chance to talk with since the mission had started. Making his way over to Carter, who for the moment had his back turned to him, he placed his hand on Carter's shoulder. "I see you managed to find your way back into trouble. I'm going to take it that the big screen wasn't all it was cracked up to be? Or did you get your heart broken by some actress way out of your league?" he asked, a sarcastic tone in his voice as he greeted him.
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Postby Galnius » Mon Mar 21, 2022 1:52 am

Mikaela Mynd, Christmas in Italy

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Galnius wrote:Mikaela Mynd: December 24th

Jan Sorok, the champion of Heaven!

"Well, half a foot is not that big..." Jan defended himself in the midst of Mika's constant laughter. He would not have actually minded sitting down and spending the rest of the evening in her red dress - it would take some effort with his psionic powers to maintain its integrity, but he was certain that he could prevent it from snapping. Mika was having none of it, and considering how she couldn't stop giggling or laughing when she glanced an eye at him with this dress, that was probably for the best - else, they probably wouldn't have a very enjoyable evening.

"Alright, give me a minute..." he muttered and stepped away, with his clothes at hand. He returned back in his jacket and jeans, carrying Mika's dress in his hand and handing it over to the girl. Mika downed a good portion of the bottle, in a rough swig which definitely did not look healthy - he will need to teach her about temperance, too, apparently - the girl went to another game. Apparently, blackjack did not interest her anymore.

Instead, they'll play truth or dare. But only truths.

"Mika, that's an interrogation. And we already did that last time, didn't we?" Jan answered. He got to answer about how he likes penguins last time, and then got to ask the same questions Mika had asked him...

The Virgil sighed and leaned back.

"Well, then I'll do the same thing as last time, turn all your questions around at you. I told you how I felt about your dress, so, what'd you think of mine?"


Mika rolled her eyes at his accusations of interrogating him. Last time was an interview, first of . Second of all, the conversation topics would be totally different! Or at least, should be. Jan brought up a good question to start, even. At least, it would be, if not for the fact that the answer was "Eh. It's alright. Nothing great, but you don't look horrible either. Perfectly mediocre. It's that really how we are starting this?"

Mika turned on the tv for some background noise and shot right into explaining the differences between before and now. " You are allowed not to answer three questions by passing. Whoever goes to four is penalized by the other. It's easy enough to get. Now, since you wasted your question on something so boring, I guess it's up to me to make this fun. As usual. Don't worry though. Even if your questions are lame you're still fun to pick on."

Mika prepared to ask her question with an overdramatic pose, getting exceedingly close and holding up her pointer to his face. " Question one. Describe your first kiss. I want details buddy. Who were they, who initiated, what did they look like, and did you like it? Tell me everything....or take your first point towards a penalty."




Aislinn McHarris, New Year's Gala

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Red was unsure how he kept his composure throughout the entire conversation between Aislinn and the parents of Lisette. He expected them to put up a facade of grief, but to the level that both the father and the mother had shown threw Red off entirely. His eyebrow twitched specifically at the thought of Lisette somehow replacing where Aislinn currently stood. Me and Roy were her favorites, eh? I would've hate to have seen how she treated those she disliked, Red mulled over to himself internally as he could only nod in response to their ridiculous words.

What surprised him was when the mother reached out and suddenly embraced him. Red had to fight off the urge to push the woman away as she continued to feign a distraught demeanor, asking him something that he would never do in a million years. He wanted to tell them that they had had their chance to stop all of what had occurred long before their daughter became who she currently was. He wanted to tell them that they were just as guilty, and the fact that they were currently able to enjoy a lavish event such as this was so unthinkable that it seemed like a sick joke.

But instead, Red returned the embrace with one of his own, albeit hesitantly. "I promise, we'll do what it takes to make sure your daughter gets all the help she needs," he said in a low comforting voice, swallowing back the disgust he felt at his own words. He knew right now he had to play the part of the distinguished hero, of who notably was escorting the prominent Aislinn McHarris. He couldn't afford to let his emotions show, as all of this was a means to an end he had been seeking out for so long.

Letting go of the embrace between the two, Red glanced towards one of the tables filed with various appetizers and drinks. "Ahem," he said, clearing his throat. "I think I'll go grab a few refreshments for the two of us. If you'd excuse me," he continued, his eyes locking with Aislinn's for a moment before giving the Avelines a polite bow of his head.

As he left, he couldn't help but grind his teeth in frustration towards Aislinn. I know you're trying to stir the pot, but next time but some consideration into how I feel next time, he thought to himself before letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Calmed, he did as he had promised, grabbing two glasses filled with some sort of drink within. He didn't care what was in them, as they were simply meant to be a means of escaping the previous conversation. He immediately entered the crowd, doing his best not to make it obvious to the Avelines he was avoiding coming near them once more. Instead, Red waited for Aislinn to eventually return, in which he had plans for a conversation about all of what had just happened.






Aislinn continued her idle chitchat with the Aveline's as she waited fire Red to return, or for... something.... To happen. Whatever it was, she appeared to get her wish. A man approached Craig Thomsen urgently, and Craig's brows furrowed before going towards the back. With that, Aislinn detached and found Red again.

It took some time, but eventually she found him somewhere in the crowd. "Ah, there you are. Can't believe you just left me like that. You're a terrible date", she said indignantly, though the wink and wry grin she gave conveyed a totally different emotion. She never said she was a good person, and his discomfort was clearly a source of entertainment for the heiress.

"Now, I'm sure you have questions, but before you ask them, take me out to the dance floor. It's much easier to talk privately when people are more focused on each other than you. Besides, I have a surprise for you. " Aislinn have the vague promise in a sing-song voice while dragging him once more, this time to a large area filled with dancing couples.






Andrew Donovan, San Francisco, Team Mission

Jackrabbit had little to say when the objects attacked. In fact, the hyper focus he entered created an eerie silence to pair with a sinister grin. This was why he was here. This is why Animaster was at the top of his list.

What an amazing belated birthday present. He hadn't gotten many gifts, mostly because only his family knew it even was his birthday outside of people that accessed his information, but that was fine with him. This would trump every fan card that came in the mail, any silly trinket a teammate might have given him, any coat his grandmother bought him, and second to the food his eldest sister would make when he visited.

So, he enjoyed it. Whole others took care of the larger problems, Andrew carved his way through tables and other smaller things, impacting them into small pieces. No need for restraint. No need for tact. He got so caught up, in fact, that he almost fell way too far behind. The others had moved on, and he was still bashing in a mailbox. "Oh, shit. Sorry fellas, I gotta go". With that, he left the horde of objects behind and caught up just in time for a giant bird to come down from the hospital.

"Jeez, people are joining like crazy. People aren't going to get benched for upcoming missions, right? Anyway, Rocket, I know it's not necessarily my place, but if this chick is looking for someone, shouldn't we bring her along? Odds are whoever she is looking for is at one of the two refugee camps, or will show up. If they aren't here, they may be back at the other."




Angelica Dalin, San Francisco

Europa Undivided wrote:Joakim Ferro
Sam Francisco


"Oh, um.....hi."


"And hello to you too," Joakim fervently nodded at Dalin, taking a moment to process the expression that the poor girl gave him when he straight up dropped her name. He was still not quite used to how things worked in the present, and possibly fudged up a few things at his arrival. Probably one thing, at the moment. Or two, if one were to deduce that both Hyperdrive and the Phoenix were students of Thomsen High, and then...

Joakim gasped as Kiris reminded everyone that supes often have secret identities. It was something he, someone who uses a mask that effectively conceals who he is, forgot at this most inopportune time. He may have just endangered... ah... Library Girl! Yes, yes, that's what he knew her as when Joakim sees Dalin around school. The girl who... likes books, just like him.

"Oops... I'm... uh... sorry about that. Sorry. I missed a lot lately, so I tend to forget how things work these days. Heh."

That chuckle was obviously nervous.

"Did ya come here just to help out or did ya come here to join the team? If it's the former I'm sure ya can just walk into the main buildin', explain what ya can do and someone will give ya directions." She explained.

"If ya want to join the team I'm not sure what the first step for that is right now, but I think I can put in a good word with Naja. What can ya guys do?"


"Both, yes," Joakim replied to the Hadrian with a nod. "I was going to just file my application, but I found out that there is an ongoing crisis in the city, so I figured I could do both of that in one go. As for what I can I do... you just saw me come here through portal, so that's one. Then I can blast things and make shields made of solid energy."

Smoke wafted out of the mask, though he didn't seem aware of it at the moment. It was visible to the others, though.


"No, no, it's alright", Angelica said sheepishly. She herself hadn't even thought about her secret identity, more being surprised at being recognized and seen with her powers not properly working. She realized that she should be a lot more careful from here on out, though, even though she had much bigger worries. "Crystalheart, if you are going to take these two with you, can I separate here? I think I'm going to skip on it. Maybe see what the wounded are like. I don't think I'm really good for a mission right this second."

As she began to walk off, Angelica called back softly. " Um, of you wanted, I could also find you guys a place to stay. Unless you have one already. If you know who I am I'm guessing you're from San Diego too, and we should stick together, yeah? Or stay with Crystalheart. She could probably get you in with the Young Bloods better."
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Postby Europa Undivided » Mon Mar 21, 2022 7:53 pm

Joakim Ferro
San Francisco


As she began to walk off, Angelica called back softly. " Um, of you wanted, I could also find you guys a place to stay. Unless you have one already. If you know who I am I'm guessing you're from San Diego too, and we should stick together, yeah? Or stay with Crystalheart. She could probably get you in with the Young Bloods better."


"Uh... yes, yes, that works..." Joakim nodded, finally taking off the gas mask and keeping it under his right arm. "That wwas the plan I had, anyway. Getting an application in, joining in the effort to repel the things infesting the city..."

By this point, Angelica should be able to recognize who this was. They were both regulars at the library in Thomsen High School, though Joakim often browsed through the history section way more. After all, he wanted to catch up with the century that he had been gone from the world, know the events that had transpired throughout all that time. Even after three or so years, there was just so much more to know, more troves of treasure to uncover.

"So..." Joakim turned to Crystalheart, the Hadrian. Aliens were harder for him to get used to, but he was getting there. "I've been watching you folk do your thing ever since I, err, came around here. I may have given you hand once or twice, but now, well, I guess I want to be more proactive in helping the world."

He spared a glance to the other guy, who was probably a schoolmate too, but there were just so many highschoolers for him to accurately recall. "I wonder how many mre schoolmates I'm going to see around here," Joakim quietly said as he pulled out a canister filled with a curious orange powder, which he then inserted into a matching cartridge in the back of his gas mask.
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Postby Talchyon » Mon Mar 21, 2022 8:28 pm

Molly Shanahan (aka, "Jinx")
San Francisco Med Center


There are times when the urban legends you have heard take on a life of their own, when there seems to be more than just whispers by the naïve and gullible, and when what you thought you knew was real, shifts and turns on its side. In such times, the world both expands and contracts. It expands so that there now is room for the new, shocking and unheard of. It contracts, because you mentally get stuck inside yourself as you try to grapple with the new situation.

For Molly Shanahan, that moment came when another person from the hospital landed next to her, with a bunch of robotic extensions coming out of his pack. He had announced his intentions to join the Young Bloods. But when he removed his mask, she was startled to see the face of a large black bird, talking! In English! Yeah, she had heard of aliens. Kind of. She knew of the Hadrians - kind of. But she had never seen one, except maybe once far away, and then only for a brief moment. But this! A bird, calling itself an Ezohir!

Europa Undivided wrote:Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center


Perhaps to the startlement of some, Nandras landed upon the ground in front of the hospital using the mechanical limbs sprouted from the pack on his back. Being still somewhat unused to the customs and social cues of Earth, the Ezohir simply strode towards them just as Molly had handed the credit card to Kabuto, the machine arms slowly returning to the armor like eels retreating to their nest.

"So the Young Bloods are here," the avian alien said, taking off the helmet that obscured his face. "And uh, you.."

Nandras seemed to take a few moments to recall just who the two adult heroes were, and totally failed at the attempt. "Two Swords and... Storm, was it?" Nandras shrugged at his own pitiful attempt at enumerating the names of those older ones, and stooped down a bit tl look at the circle of flies around Kabuto's finger, remembering that little human idiom that said something about 'wrapped around a little finger'. In this case, he had the insects wrapped around his fingers.

"I assume you need all the hands you could get. I doubt any of you know who I am, but fret not. There is another newcomer alien like me, who should be down the stairs in a few moments. Probably. Oh, and ah," Nandras turned to the girl that he overheard to be looking for her parents in the city, "I pray that you find those you seek."

Now, while Varo the Elaian would have known nothing about the Ezohir, those from Earth or have been on Earth since before last year would have known of the Ezohir station's arrival to orbit. It made quite the headline at that time, though the quick resolvation of the issue made sure that it was pushed aside by more terrifying news. However, the fact that the last remnants of an entire species had parked a sizable space station in orbit, as well as the stereotype that they will delight at any food that isn't vat grown algae wouldn't be too easy to forget. Hopefully.


Molly wasn't one to care about the news. The news was always either boring, or more boring. War in the Middle East. Politicians make promises and then hope their voters didn't remember. People arguing about everything under the sun. That made her quite unaware of the Ezohir station orbiting the earth. She flinched and backed up a little. Also, a little more at the news of another alien. Though, now that she was looking at the Young Bloods themselves more closely, she began to notice that some who looked, well, not regular, were also not just wearing enhanced suits, but their skin tones themselves were different colors. Did the Young Bloods have aliens?

Shaking her head, she tried to get her mind back to where it had been. Her parents. They still needed finding. And the Young Bloods seemed willing to help.

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Jackrabbit had little to say when the objects attacked. In fact, the hyper focus he entered created an eerie silence to pair with a sinister grin. This was why he was here. This is why Animaster was at the top of his list.

What an amazing belated birthday present. He hadn't gotten many gifts, mostly because only his family knew it even was his birthday outside of people that accessed his information, but that was fine with him. This would trump every fan card that came in the mail, any silly trinket a teammate might have given him, any coat his grandmother bought him, and second to the food his eldest sister would make when he visited.

So, he enjoyed it. Whole others took care of the larger problems, Andrew carved his way through tables and other smaller things, impacting them into small pieces. No need for restraint. No need for tact. He got so caught up, in fact, that he almost fell way too far behind. The others had moved on, and he was still bashing in a mailbox. "Oh, shit. Sorry fellas, I gotta go". With that, he left the horde of objects behind and caught up just in time for a giant bird to come down from the hospital.

"Jeez, people are joining like crazy. People aren't going to get benched for upcoming missions, right? Anyway, Rocket, I know it's not necessarily my place, but if this chick is looking for someone, shouldn't we bring her along? Odds are whoever she is looking for is at one of the two refugee camps, or will show up. If they aren't here, they may be back at the other."


The suggestion seemed good. There were refugee shelters where regular people were huddling after being displaced by the city attacks. Her parents might be there, at one of them. Molly spoke up when one of the young heroes suggested they bring her along. She nodded at the older looking black teen with the bottle blonde hair. "Thanks. I... I would appreciate it." Though, the thought struck her. Wait. Did they think she was joining them? "Wait. You said, 'people are joining like crazy.' Are you asking me to join the Young Bloods?" Just like that, huh? Not even a show of her teleportation ability?
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Postby Theyra » Mon Mar 21, 2022 9:03 pm

Varo Yelkian
San Francisco Medical Center


Varo arrived on the scene a short time after Nandras did. Since Varo took the normal way down the stairs and found a big group of people in the lobby, this must be the help that Kate was talking about, and he thought about approaching them. Though he has no idea of who they are or if they would accept his help given he still has bandages on him. Either way, Varo spotted Nandras as he was talking to some humans and elected to join him. So he walked up to the group and greeted them, "hello, Nandras and humans." Seeing that Nandras had beaten him downstairs, guess climbing down is faster than going downstairs. "I take it you and the rest of the newly arrived group are the help? If that is the case, I would like to join you in saving this city." Then looking down at his bandages and sighed. "I know I am hurt, but I can still fight, and I would rather be out there fighting than stuck here." Sure it might be best if he stays back and heal, but Varo is not that kind of person in this situation. He can move fine, which means he can fight, and besides, he is a mage. So he can just stay in the back and fire at range. Avoiding any chance of getting hurt and but it is up to these humans ultimately if he stays or not. And he is hoping they will accept his help.

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Postby Finland SSR » Tue Mar 22, 2022 2:00 am

Galnius wrote:Mikaela Mynd, Christmas in Italy

Jan Sorok, the champion of Heaven!




Well this hasn't gone to a good start. In fact, this has gone to a terrible start. Mika was completely unamused by Jan's question, she just waved it away and blurted out that he looked entirely mediocre. A honest answer, sure, but it still stung a little, especially as his impression of her was a lot more positive. Jan sighed and leaned back.

This wasn't why the start was terrible, though. Jan could live with that, Mika was sometimes utterly impossible to please. What was terrible was the girl's next question to him - or rather, a demand.

"My first kiss..?" he muttered, repeating the request and staring back at Mika. Literally and figuratively, he was being pressed against a wall - the pointer in her hand was pointing straight at Jan's face, and he could neither stay silent or figure out a lie. Because he has had a kiss before, and he physically could not say otherwise.

"Uh, it was almost three months ago..." Jan began telling the story. "I had travelled down to San Diego to recruit a handful of people who would be able to help me stop a demon invasion in nuclear power station just outside of the city, and one of the people I set out to recruit was... Well, her name was Megan, and when I explained the situation to her and offered her to join with me, she said she would only do it in exchange for a kiss. I wasn't sure about it, since that's not really... allowed for Virgils like me, but she pushed forward and did it anyway."

He slightly tensed and looked away, then, suddenly, with a louder tone, he turned to Mika and continued:

"Alright, well if you're so confident asking these sorts of questions, how about you tell me everything about your first kiss! Who was it with, how you felt towards them, and all the other yadda yadda!"
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Postby Tomia » Wed Mar 23, 2022 7:46 pm

San Francisco, Beta Zone
Seer watched as a tiny robot approached her, a familiar voice coming through the machine, prompting a smile. "Hey there Makeshift, I remember you of course. As for your question, our ally Redwing is the one who went missing. You've probably seen him, big red wings, he's a member of the Sea Monsters." She stopped as some of the people staying at Beta approached the Young Bloods. "This conversation should probably be finished in private, which one of you is in charge right now anyway? The grumpy one who used to be doesn't seem to be here."

Mars looked a little unsure but stepped forward eventually, "I am, technically I guess." Seer nodded, "Alright, come with me then." Mars then turned to Casimir and Alexis. "Stay here for now, if these people need help try to get as much info as we can from them and we'll see what we can do." Mars said before heading off to what looked like a private doctor's office with Seer.

Twin Blade then turned to the rest of the team. "Big picture is, we've been up to our asses in night of the living of the garbage dumps for the last two days. Red Wing was on patrol yesterday... and he's gone now. Last time he checked in, he was in a shopping complex a little ways away from the heart of downtown. He was pretty close to Animaster's territory in the capital district. Us going in leaves this place defenseless, and we've been working on evacuating this place anyway, but we're not leaving without Red Wing. So that's where you all come in." He said, adding a sigh at the end. "Look, Hardlight thinks a lot of you all and she's probably the only person I really trust. Just don't do anything dumb alright? You're going to be going into the belly of the beast here, and there's a lot of people counting on you."



Meanwhile Seer shut the door behind Mars in the office and gestured for him to take a seat. "Rocket right? I take it you haven't been in a leadership position long."

He shifted a bit in his seat. "Well, its kind of in formal, since Nightshade left." She nodded understandingly.

"Well Rocket, I don't know what they told you, but our mission here has changed in the last day or so. We were always meant to be a forward base for attack but... then Animaster was spotted."

Mars jolted up at that, "Spotted?"

"Ya, we're pretty sure. My calculations are... conflicted but there's a good chance that Red Wing ran into him and then... disappeared. We don't know if Animaster is still there, or if he left but... We need to find Red Wing and figure it out. We're desperate for information here."

"If Animaster might be here... Why did Brain Matter send us?"

Seer shifted a bit nervously, and a realization came to Mars. "She doesn't know? Do none of them know?"

"Look Rocket, things are complicated. This isn't just an isolated incident. There's a pattern forming, a really really ugly one. We're not secure here, not at the main base either. I couldn't risk Red Wing or our chance at Animaster on us being spied on." Seer's calm demeanor seemed hardened and even a bit shaken for the first time. "How much do you trust your team Rocket?"

"With my life" He said without hesitation.

"Do you trust them with your families' lives, your loved ones? I know it doesn't feel like it just yet, but there is a war coming. Enemies are planning in the shadows, and we have to be careful who we trust. That's why, I need what I just told you about Animaster to stay between us."

"What?!" Mars said incredulously. "I can't just let them walk into him!"

"Right now, Animaster doesn't know you're coming and he doesn't know we're aware of him. If he is tipped off he could run off or worse set a trap. Your team has a chance to end this nightmare right now, are you up for it? Or are we wrong to think you're ready?"

Mars paused for a moment before his expression hardened. "We're ready."

"Good, I trust you. I know most of the heroes are skeptical, but the Vixens aren't. We know heroes when we see them. Now go on, your team is going to need to get ready to leave, we'll be sending Thunder Mage with you too as back ."

Mars nodded, looking deep in thought as he exited the office and went back to the team. "Alright everyone, we can rest here for a bit, maybe get some lunch. And then we head out to the city to find Red Wing."

Twin Blade spoke up, "I filled em in for the most part chief, I assume Seer there told you the rest. I can lead you to the cafeteria if food is what you want."

Mars nodded before realizing Kiris was still outside. As the others were lead off, he headed out to find her. "Hey Kiris, we're going to get some lunch inside before we head out again if you're hungry." He called to her as he stepped outside, still wrestling with what Seer asked him to do.

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Postby United Kingdom of Poland » Thu Mar 24, 2022 1:26 pm

“Damn it.” Wendy muttered under her breath as Casimir jumped into action despite Alexis’s warning. As the street came alive and flooded with walking dumpsters, trashcans, and cars, Spot let out a low warning growl. A pair of cannons sprouted from back with an electrical hum as he turned his head back towards Wendy and nodded towards a pair of cars advancing towards them. She grumbled, wanting to keep Spot's upgrades a secret until they ran into something besides cannon fodder, but desperate times and all that. “Sic em.”

A Flash of light erupted from the cannons, and one of the cars collapsed on the ground as molten metal dripped from its undercarriage and the hole in its radiator. The second car seemed to glance at its partner and begin to retreat out of fear as Spot slowly stalked towards him. The car bolted for a nearby parking garage with Spot in hot pursuit, not realizing it was only delaying the inevitable. The sound of screeching metal and the dying wail of a car horn soon echoed from the parking garage.

As Twinblade and Thunder Mage opened up a hole for them to get to the base, Wendy let out a missile and sent out a message to Spot through their mental link. The dog happily jogged out of the parking garage with an engine block stuck in his mouth as he bent down to let her climb on. “Good boy.” She said with a smile as scratched his ears.

The group made their way to the hospital, where Wendy jumped off Spot and left him on guard duty outside while she went in with the others. There they learned that they were going on a rescue mission for another member of the Sea Monsters who had been lost in Animasters territory. “Given where that is, at least some of the security cameras are still operating. If you guys can get me a computer, I can see about retrieving the footage to see if it gives us any leads.”
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Postby Absolon-7 » Thu Mar 24, 2022 9:02 pm

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Casimir Herman, January 15th

"Well can't say supporting your dad's business is a bad thing," muttered Casimir taking ahold of the card and turning it over so his flied could land on it.

It was incredibly scant from what his shared senses with the flies could pick up but there was something there. If they happened to be somewhere directly passed by her parents it would definitely become a lead. The team would begin attracting more attention when a crow-man, One of those Ezohir people he had heard about on the news about a year ago, approached them offering his services and Andrew seemingly was humoring his offer. The brunette girl took it as an invitation for herself to join as well and her little panic made him roll his eyes under his helmet. Next came another alien, the one the crow-dude brought up, saying he wanted to fight with them despite being inured. Mars then leaving him and Alexis hanging to deal with the new people for some secret talk was just plain annoying.

"Okay, okay timeout! We're not here on some recruitment drive. But I ain't so uptight to disagree with Jackrabbit here about letting you guys tag along if you can keep up," bluntly said Casimir making his hands into a timeout sign. He then turned to Molly and then to Varo, "Well do you have any powers at all? If not I won't say no but it'll make you tagging a long harder. As for you blue-guy well I like your spunk but you look pretty fucked up. If you get more fucked up cause we let you fight that'll be our fault, man."

Twinblade pleading to the team about Redwing and telling them how they where stuck between a rock and a hard place in delaying evacuating the hospital so Redwing didn't get left behind was very concerning for what could be happening. He'd have to put in overtime in finding Redwing in that case. It wasn't long until Mars came back to tell them their next steps being eating lunch here and then finally going out to find Redwing. He couldn't really complain about that sort of schedule. But before everyone moved on he turned his attention to the Ezohir.

"If you're really intent on helping us how bout being this girl's bodyguard when we move out. Consider it a trial period," said Casimir pointing his thumb back at Molly before flicking the antenna on his helmet in thought. The Ezohir said another alien was coming and shortly after another one came saying something about a Nandras. Nandras should be the Ezohir's name following that if it was a name and that business card said something about Shallahan being the girl's family surname thought Casimir as he turned his attention back to the blue alien and the brunette girl, "Okay so if the Ezohir is named Nandras, what are your names anyways?"
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Postby Europa Undivided » Sat Mar 26, 2022 5:46 am

Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center


"If you're really intent on helping us how bout being this girl's bodyguard when we move out. Consider it a trial period,"


"Hmm, alright. That works," Nandras nodded to the insectophile at the notion that he should try being the one keeping watch over the new girl that sought to find her parents amongst all this mess of a city. The Ezohir turned his attention towards Molly, who seemed to still be pretty confused at his appearance as a humanoid crow, unlike most of the others that simply took it in stride. Maybe she doesn't remember the news? Or she had never really paid it any heed? After all, what is there to know? The world facing one apocalyse after another, villains trying to turn a city into lizards, and the heroes stopping all that again and again? That works.

Well, speaking of parents, the station was orbiting over the West Coast at this time of the day. If one were to look up to the skies with a telescope, the outline of the Refuge's vast habitation rings and biodomes could be somewhat seen... in a clear day, that is.

Right now, though, the Young Bloods are going to have lunch in the cafeteria of the hospital. The city might be in the process of being torn apart by rival legions of undead and golems, but a full stomach makes for good fighting prowess.

"Come on now," Nandras motioned to Molly, not caring if he was an alien utterly alien to her. "We are tired, and famished from all the horrors in the city, so you might want to eat. A lot would do for me, personally."
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Postby Talchyon » Sat Mar 26, 2022 7:20 am

Molly Shanahan (aka, "Jinx")
San Francisco Med Center


A little disoriented at everything going on, Molly tried to keep her focus on where it needed to be: finding her parents. Not aliens, not attacks or danger, not the possibility of joining the Young Bloods (which seemed like it was more of a joke than anything. "Why else would they offer that? Was it really an offer anyway?") Besides, the Young Bloods were heroes - along with a few older heroes who also were there. They had things to do. A city to protect. Criminals to apprehend. Zombies and animated inanimate objects to fight.

And apparently, lunch to eat first, too.

Absolon-7 wrote:Casimir Herman, January 15th

"Well can't say supporting your dad's business is a bad thing," muttered Casimir taking ahold of the card and turning it over so his flied could land on it.

It was incredibly scant from what his shared senses with the flies could pick up but there was something there. If they happened to be somewhere directly passed by her parents it would definitely become a lead. The team would begin attracting more attention when a crow-man, One of those Ezohir people he had heard about on the news about a year ago, approached them offering his services and Andrew seemingly was humoring his offer. The brunette girl took it as an invitation for herself to join as well and her little panic made him roll his eyes under his helmet. Next came another alien, the one the crow-dude brought up, saying he wanted to fight with them despite being inured. Mars then leaving him and Alexis hanging to deal with the new people for some secret talk was just plain annoying.

"Okay, okay timeout! We're not here on some recruitment drive. But I ain't so uptight to disagree with Jackrabbit here about letting you guys tag along if you can keep up," bluntly said Casimir making his hands into a timeout sign. He then turned to Molly and then to Varo, "Well do you have any powers at all? If not I won't say no but it'll make you tagging a long harder. As for you blue-guy well I like your spunk but you look pretty fucked up. If you get more fucked up cause we let you fight that'll be our fault, man."


Looking at Kabuto, Molly was a little startled when he asked about powers. "Well..." was all she said. But the group was moving to the cafeteria, and the flow of the conversation was a little interrupted. She wasn't used to just outright saying what she could do. And anyway, it seemed like the invite to join was not meant for her. He probably meant it for the walking alien wounded who were now presenting themselves to the Young Bloods. Falling in with the crowd going to the lunchroom, Molly realized as her stomach gurgled that she hadn't eaten a bite since an apple that morning and she was famished.

Absolon-7 wrote:Twinblade pleading to the team about Redwing and telling them how they where stuck between a rock and a hard place in delaying evacuating the hospital so Redwing didn't get left behind was very concerning for what could be happening. He'd have to put in overtime in finding Redwing in that case. It wasn't long until Mars came back to tell them their next steps being eating lunch here and then finally going out to find Redwing. He couldn't really complain about that sort of schedule. But before everyone moved on he turned his attention to the Ezohir.

"If you're really intent on helping us how bout being this girl's bodyguard when we move out. Consider it a trial period," said Casimir pointing his thumb back at Molly before flicking the antenna on his helmet in thought. The Ezohir said another alien was coming and shortly after another one came saying something about a Nandras. Nandras should be the Ezohir's name following that if it was a name and that business card said something about Shallahan being the girl's family surname thought Casimir as he turned his attention back to the blue alien and the brunette girl, "Okay so if the Ezohir is named Nandras, what are your names anyways?"


Molly responded. "Molly Shanahan." She wasn't going to reveal her alter-ego as the Jinx. Juvenile criminal records were supposed to be sealed, but the name Jinx had been associated with the robberies of her past that she was trying to distance herself from. Given that her other name "Jinx" would be a serious red flag for heroes who took down criminals, revealing it would have made a short time the heroes would want to assist her. Surely someone on the team would be able to ferret out the information about her past. The girl who had spoken up about computers, for example.

"Thank you for the bodyguard offer. It would make me feel better. It's a war zone out there." And Molly had been able to escape getting impaled or bludgeoned to death by the animated backdrop of San Francisco now at war with humanity. For her, it was pretty easy. That little funny feeling in the back of her mind hadn't let her down yet. If a car, dumpster, street lights or signposts began to attack her, she knew it. She knew danger was coming, and could just as quickly swap herself out with something of a similar size out of harm's way. It had worked so far. But having a whole team of Young Bloods around to actually fight and dismantle the living objects sounded promising too.

Looking a little closer at Nandras, the gigantic humanoid raven alien, Molly didn't know what to think. He (was it a he?) motioned to her and invited her to get going. Apparently his new ward, Molly was out of sorts and didn't really have a way to process it all. And then he (it?) spoke to her.

Europa Undivided wrote:Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center


"Hmm, alright. That works," Nandras nodded to the insectophile at the notion that he should try being the one keeping watch over the new girl that sought to find her parents amongst all this mess of a city. The Ezohir turned his attention towards Molly, who seemed to still be pretty confused at his appearance as a humanoid crow, unlike most of the others that simply took it in stride. Maybe she doesn't remember the news? Or she had never really paid it any heed? After all, what is there to know? The world facing one apocalyse after another, villains trying to turn a city into lizards, and the heroes stopping all that again and again? That works.

Well, speaking of parents, the station was orbiting over the West Coast at this time of the day. If one were to look up to the skies with a telescope, the outline of the Refuge's vast habitation rings and biodomes could be somewhat seen... in a clear day, that is.

Right now, though, the Young Bloods are going to have lunch in the cafeteria of the hospital. The city might be in the process of being torn apart by rival legions of undead and golems, but a full stomach makes for good fighting prowess.

"Come on now," Nandras motioned to Molly, not caring if he was an alien utterly alien to her. "We are tired, and famished from all the horrors in the city, so you might want to eat. A lot would do for me, personally."


"Uh, alright. I'm Molly. Nandras is it. Are you up to being a bodyguard? How would you protect me?" Who knew? Maybe the bird could fly her away somewhere. Or perhaps he couldn't fly and all he could do was something unrelated like kill yaks with mind bullets from 500 yards away. Either way, it would give her a chance to deflect any unwanted attention to herself and her powers.
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Postby Thousand Branches » Sat Mar 26, 2022 9:14 pm

Tomia wrote:Jacob


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Weakness isn't the worst thing. I know that now, I wish I had back then.
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Oh my lord they had said that out loud. If Gin had had any more shame, they may have even shed a tear, that was truly the worst way they could have possibly said hello to someone. Anyway, the boy had walked out to go talk to someone so they had a little bit more time to compose themself and process the travesty that had been the last two days. Were their friends okay? Were they even alive?

Oh god were their friends even alive?

The school had been attacked. It was all a blur. They'd hid in that closet, why had they hid in the face of danger? All those people... Gin was overcome for a moment as silent tears fell from her closed eyes. They were so weak. They sat up slowly and wiped away the tears with shaky hands. Now was not the time. They'd done nothing before but maybe they could help now. Contribute in some way. After all, Gin had spent so long with those zombies, and they easily knew the routes and patterns necessary to avoid them.

The boy walked back in.

"Hey!" shouted Gin, louder than they meant to, "I'm uh- I'm Ginger. You asked earlier. I ran from the zombies yesterday. Or today? I don't even know how long it's been. I can translate and mimic patterns and I was walking with the zombies for... I don't even know, a couple days? But I know their patterns and their routes around the city! Maybe I can be of some use?"

They paused for a moment in confusion. How had they not kept track of the time passing? It was the simplest pattern in the world. Everything in nature follows the pattern of day and night but now they couldn't remember ever keeping track of it while they'd been walking with the zombies. Did they even remember the zombies' patterns? Had the fatigue killed all of those patterns they'd learned over the last however long it was? Their head swam a little.

"I'm sorry actually, I don't remember. I- everything is so mixed up. I can't remember anything I'm so sorry." Now the tears flooded out. There was a certain emotional banality that had been keeping them at bay, borne from the adrenaline of constant fear, but now it was crumbling and the abject terror, loneliness, and shame flooded into them all at once. They'd left their friends to die, they'd been one wrong move away from instant and horrible death for so long, and now they were useless. The tears didn't stop for several minutes but as they quieted, Gin whispered in a cracked voice:

"Are my friends okay?".
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Mar 27, 2022 5:48 pm

January 15th



New Finnish Republic wrote:---

Tomia wrote:---


"The odds are probably zero, Mask. This is the first I hear that you're going to need a refill partway through an expedition." Makeshift's voice could be heard through the comms as she replied to Red's message, the blonde heroine rolling her eyes back at Alpha Zone. However, she made sure to continue listening in to what the girl, Molly, and the other newcomers had to say. That was her main priority for now, to help distressed civilians at the hospital.

Of course, as it turned out, there was hardly any need for her to intervene after the first exchange. Kabuto and Jackrabbit promptly took over, speaking their minds more or less without any sort of filter as was expected, which predictably resulted in a few misunderstandings, not the least of which was the apparent impression some of these newcomers got that they were being offered the chance to join the team. Rather than attempt to contradict either of the two boys, likely causing even greater confusion - especially if an argument resulted from it - she opted to simply go and consult with Naja about it, explaining her extended silence throughout the conversation. She returned just in time to hear Twinblade's exposition.

One of the Sea Monsters went missing? Things are a lot more dire than I thought...

Before the newcomers got too far in heading towards the lunchroom, the pink fairy drone approached the newcomers. "Hey, listen. I got approval from our caretaker to let you tag along, but as I'm sure you're aware this is no walk in the park. If you guys think you can handle yourselves, by all means, come along. We'll try to protect you to the best of our ability. But if we fail, remember that you're here under your own responsibility." The blonde girl's voice could be heard through a small speaker on the automaton, followed by a sigh. "We're here to help, and we appreciate the offers to join in our efforts, we really do. It's just... things are really dangerous out there, and we don't want to put more people in danger, you know?" She explained. "But if you guys can prove our worries are misplaced, well, I think we'd all be happier for it."

With that last comment, the mechanical fairy sort of floated down and then up in some sort of imitation of a nod, before flying off towards Twinblade. The hero was far from pleasant, but he knew what was going on, and the more information the team had, the higher their odds of success would be. "Can you tell us anything more about the shopping complex? What sort of enemies were present, anything like that?"



Tomia wrote:---


Mars stepped out of the hospital just as the last echoes of an ancient song from another world faded away into the still air of the shattered city. Standing by the wall next to the door, Kirisvala held in her hands a small, near-cylindrical white shape, which seemed to be glowing softly, though its light rapidly faded as the magic woven into it fully set in, leaving only a soft pulse as the sealed spellsong awaited its release. Satisfied with her handiwork - and moreover fairly proud of the fact that she was able to perform such a complex spell in short notice - the alien girl didn't notice her boyfriend emerging from the building at first. It was only as he called out to her that she turned to look at him, surprised at first, with her expression quickly changing to a warm smile.

"Oh, hey Marsy!" She greeted him softly. Catching herself, she put her hand to her mouth for a moment. "Oops, I mean, hey Rocket." She said a little quieter this time, chuckling at the slip. With no one around, there wasn't much of a reason to be overly cautious or chastise herself for it. "Lunch sounds great, the run here made me feel a little hungry. Do ya think they have some meatballs? I'd love to have some meatballs today."

Stepping towards the genius boy, she realized he didn't seem exactly at ease when he walked outside. While that was entirely understandable - the situation in the city looked quite dire and he had the burden of responsibility on his shoulders - there seemed to be something more specific than that weighing on him. Walking up to him, she took him by the hand. "What's wrong? Is somethin' on your mind?"
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Postby Europa Undivided » Mon Mar 28, 2022 7:48 am

Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center



"Uh, alright. I'm Molly. Nandras is it. Are you up to being a bodyguard? How would you protect me?" Who knew? Maybe the bird could fly her away somewhere. Or perhaps he couldn't fly and all he could do was something unrelated like kill yaks with mind bullets from 500 yards away. Either way, it would give her a chance to deflect any unwanted attention to herself and her powers.


The Ezohir smirked, as far as a creature with a beak and serrate teeth could make one. "I'm glad you asked. I've been looking out for a friend before I came to the hospital, actually. Poor lad got smacked by a rampaging armchair, but he's up there," Nandras said as he pointed towards the ceiling, twirling his index finger like a tornado. "...recovering. Doctors said he will be fine in a few hours. Probably. So for keeping you safe from the horrors, at most I will just have to do what I did with my dear Willy. The fact that you aren't knocked out from a concussion would make it far easier, anyway."

Overall, Nandras would probably come off as odd, but truly nice. Sure, big birdman with mechanical tentacles like some sort of cyborg villain and a handheld railgun might ring a few alarm bells in the uninitiated, and the accent really weird, but all that is fine to go with. One can only hope.

Nandras could see that Molly was a little anxious, though, so he decided to have a conversation to distract from all the madness, if only for a moment. "Ah, have I mentioned yet that I absolutely love the food down here on Earth? Those of us that are fortunate enough to be able to withstand the gravity of the planet without... you know, dying from cardiovascular problems would regularly send the good stuff up to our brethren in the station. Not that our standards are too high. All we had for food during the 30 or so years we spent drifting through space was algae and krill. And some kind of nutrient paste. So anything better than that is glorious for us."

"Hey, listen. I got approval from our caretaker to let you tag along, but as I'm sure you're aware this is no walk in the park. If you guys think you can handle yourselves, by all means, come along. We'll try to protect you to the best of our ability. But if we fail, remember that you're here under your own responsibility."


"I've been blasting and ripping the things ever since they came up and ruined everything," Nandras whispered to no one in particular as the drone concluded its messages. "The twit that started this shatstorm needs to have a pencil shoved up their arse so hard they wish they were never born..."
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Postby Talchyon » Tue Mar 29, 2022 9:48 pm

Molly Shanahan (aka "Jinx")
San Francisco Medical Center, en route to the cafeteria


Her first conversation with an alien life form turned out to be as expected, as long as one wasn't expecting to hear the kinds of clichés you'd hear from 50's sci-fi movies. No "Take me to your leader," no "I come in peace." Instead, when Nandras spoke, Molly was confirmed in her ideas that she this human girl, and the gigantic talking raven with the Inspector Gadget limbs had zero common ground.

Europa Undivided wrote:Nandras Varaget
San Francisco Medical Center


The Ezohir smirked, as far as a creature with a beak and serrate teeth could make one. "I'm glad you asked. I've been looking out for a friend before I came to the hospital, actually. Poor lad got smacked by a rampaging armchair, but he's up there," Nandras said as he pointed towards the ceiling, twirling his index finger like a tornado. "...recovering. Doctors said he will be fine in a few hours. Probably. So for keeping you safe from the horrors, at most I will just have to do what I did with my dear Willy. The fact that you aren't knocked out from a concussion would make it far easier, anyway."

Overall, Nandras would probably come off as odd, but truly nice. Sure, big birdman with mechanical tentacles like some sort of cyborg villain and a handheld railgun might ring a few alarm bells in the uninitiated, and the accent really weird, but all that is fine to go with. One can only hope.

Nandras could see that Molly was a little anxious, though, so he decided to have a conversation to distract from all the madness, if only for a moment. "Ah, have I mentioned yet that I absolutely love the food down here on Earth? Those of us that are fortunate enough to be able to withstand the gravity of the planet without... you know, dying from cardiovascular problems would regularly send the good stuff up to our brethren in the station. Not that our standards are too high. All we had for food during the 30 or so years we spent drifting through space was algae and krill. And some kind of nutrient paste. So anything better than that is glorious for us."


Molly's eyebrows crinkled and her jaw dropped slightly open. Her questions had been ignored. Rather, they had been answered, but revealed nothing. How would the Ezohir protect her? It sounded like the only way he could was by visiting her in the ICU after a rampaging armchair beat her up. Then, the bird-man wanted to talk about his dietary habits! Molly was somewhat stunned, and merely said, "Oh.. Ok."

Fortunately, Molly was spared from further futile attempts at conversation by a flying pink fairy drone. And what do you know? It also talked.

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
January 15th



Makeshift's voice could be heard through the comms as she replied to Red's message, the blonde heroine rolling her eyes back at Alpha Zone. However, she made sure to continue listening in to what the girl, Molly, and the other newcomers had to say. That was her main priority for now, to help distressed civilians at the hospital.

...

Before the newcomers got too far in heading towards the lunchroom, the pink fairy drone approached the newcomers. "Hey, listen. I got approval from our caretaker to let you tag along, but as I'm sure you're aware this is no walk in the park. If you guys think you can handle yourselves, by all means, come along. We'll try to protect you to the best of our ability. But if we fail, remember that you're here under your own responsibility." The blonde girl's voice could be heard through a small speaker on the automaton, followed by a sigh. "We're here to help, and we appreciate the offers to join in our efforts, we really do. It's just... things are really dangerous out there, and we don't want to put more people in danger, you know?" She explained. "But if you guys can prove our worries are misplaced, well, I think we'd all be happier for it."


Europa Undivided wrote:[b][u]Nandras Varaget"I've been blasting and ripping the things ever since they came up and ruined everything," Nandras whispered to no one in particular as the drone concluded its messages. "The twit that started this shatstorm needs to have a pencil shoved up their arse so hard they wish they were never born..."


Molly's eyes got hard. "I know it's dangerous out there! I'm missing my parents, and they could be anywhere out there! At least traveling with you guys would make it somewhat safe for us!"

And then the raven spoke again. More like, he whispered to himself, even though his whispers sounded more like cackles and weren't really that quiet. When Nandras responded with his remark about pencils being shoved in places better left unmentioned, Molly considered to herself. Perhaps that was his power. Perhaps that's all the Ezohir could do was shove pencils in undesired places. Poor guy to be stuck with a power like that. Pencil Shoving, or even worse, Ass Manipulation, didn't sound like powers that had too many uses.
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