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by Bycrest » Wed May 24, 2017 11:58 pm
by Clashus » Thu May 25, 2017 1:09 am
by Zjaum » Thu May 25, 2017 12:17 pm
by River Tree » Thu May 25, 2017 8:14 pm
by The Last Magic » Fri May 26, 2017 6:10 am
by Altito Asmoro » Fri May 26, 2017 4:14 pm
River Tree wrote:TJ nodded to Giovanni, quickly picking him up and flying upwards. She saw that it wasn't an earthquake shaking the building, but to be honest, the helicopter scared her more than anything else. She wasn't sure which direction to go, so she flew a few buildings away where they had a quick access point if they wanted to go back, as well as the fact that it was a block or so away from the fighting. TJ watched the helicopter anxiously, almost any flying weapon made her nervous. She always thought they were coming for her, even though she knew it was an irrational fear. She tried to focus on something to help calm her down , but the only thing coming to her mind was that she hadn't introduced herself to Giovanni. "My name is TJ, by the way." She said, crouched on the edge of the buildings roof as she watched the fight.
by Clashus » Fri May 26, 2017 8:36 pm
by Zjaum » Sat May 27, 2017 2:42 pm
by Clashus » Sat May 27, 2017 7:38 pm
Tarmo did not need CPR; while he was signficantly less powerful, self-starting his heart required very little relative energy, thank you very much. Tarmo was thus incredibly confused by Ace's attempt at CPR. He weakly pushed Ace off. "Thank, but can handle myself." He rolled over onto his front. The stranger meant well, however, and Tarmo didn't notice him before. Maybe he warped in or something? While still lying down face first, he mumbled, "What's your name?" Perhaps he used energy to suddenly appear? In that case, there was still one role left to play. "I need to protect the children. Can help? Do need energy?"
by NewLakotah » Sun May 28, 2017 4:32 pm
by Anxiety Cafe » Sun May 28, 2017 5:23 pm
by The Last Magic » Sun May 28, 2017 8:09 pm
by Talchyon » Sun May 28, 2017 8:42 pm
NewLakotah wrote:Kw'eh T'soh Dai
Los Angeles
Back on the ground
The helicopter ride has been a bumpy one to say the least. Kw'eh had tried to take a shot against the Dragon-Mutant, but the helicopter went into its descent a bit too fast and it rocked to much to get a clear look. He would have to wait, for the time being, however, he was quickly making himself enemy number 1 to the MISC and to Kw'eh in particular. Even Tarmo had tried to potentially kill all of them on the helicopter, so he was dropping in the esteem of Kw'eh. He seemed to talk the talk, but he still questioned Tarmo's motives an intense desire to form a "Centre" for mutants. He wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he would keep an eye out for sure. For now, though he had more important issues to deal with.
For him, the crash hadn't shaken him that much, it was a bit sketchy, but it wasn't his first crash by any stretch. But, he was still nervous. Any crash was a potentially fatal one, only the luck and skill of the pilot and Tristan's quick thinking had saved them. Now, as Tristan had pointed out, they were only a block or so away. A quick run and they would be there. He couldn't see where Tarmo had landed, but he assumed it was close by. But, his focus was on the getaway car and the mutants there. He felt a strong rumble, and gave Tristan a sideways glance of alarm. Something was happening and chances are it wasn't good. He nods to Tristan and sprints off, in the direction of the rumble. As he ran he could see the streetlights go out, all of a sudden. Some mutant seemed to be messing with the electricity. He wasn't sure what the powers were of the mutants, besides Shauna, but he didn't feel that she would pose much of a threat, at least physically, to him, though she could try and mess with his mind and cause him to stand down or something. He would keep his distance for now.
He rounded the corner and looked on the scene in front of him. The car was there, sure, but also a giant hole in the middle of the road, with one mutant standing over. Probably the cause of the ruckus, and another seemed to be under the street. Shauna and another mutant were trying to replace the car's tire. They were getting close, close enough to where they could probably get free pretty soon. He kept moving, slower now, sticking to the side of the road, still trying to figure out what to do. He didn't have any powers to face them, and shooting them would either piss them off or get MISC and whoever else in serious trouble, and Tarmo would probably bear down on him. He ducks down behind one the cars parked along the side of the road for cover, then leans out. He decides to take the risky option. He would probably regret it, but it seemed like his only option at the moment.
He leans out and takes aim, focusing in on the front wheel of the car. He sights in and fires. several times, at the front wheel, then at front of the car, trying to hit the engine. He pops up after, looking at the mutants. His gun down, trying to appear unthreatening, but his finger was tight on the trigger, ready to swing it up at the first wrong move.
"Alright guys, funs over. Your gonna fucking kill someone, an innocent person, if you don't stop. God knows you probably already have. At what cost are you really willing to go here?" He yells out.
"Alright
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by NewLakotah » Mon May 29, 2017 2:48 pm
by Zjaum » Mon May 29, 2017 2:51 pm
by Talchyon » Mon May 29, 2017 7:44 pm
NewLakotah wrote:Kw'eh T'soh Dai/Keith Dai
Los Angeles
Face-Off
They didn’t seem to be backing down at all. Instead they seemed ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. He gripped the M4 tightly, prepared to go down fighting. He knew he stood zero chance against mutants, but he would give it his best shot at least. He was already filled with emotions of anger, fear and frustration, as Shauna turned around, a look of righteous fury on her face.
"You SHOT my car? I'm still paying for that!" She yelled at him. Oops. He didn’t know it was her car, a feeling of guilt shot through him.
"Remember? You and I are not against each other, Keith! You need to put your gun down, and let us get out of here. Or help us get out of here." She kept yelling.
“I’ll… pay it off, sorry, I didn’t know it was your car…. And tell that to Tarmo! He almost killed us not 5 minutes ago! Are you willing to kill, Shauna?” He yelled back, the feeling of guilt rising sharply through him, He grimaced. His finger drifting off of the trigger. He tried to remain focused in, but the guilt level in him was rising too fast, too much emotion and anger and guilt rising in him. He tosses the M4 down.
Guilt wasn’t the only emotion he was feeling. Other emotions, more primal, were boiling within him. Anger and fear. Mixed with the rising guilt, he gasping out, as if trying to fight off the emotions. As if at war with himself. Shauna’s mind trick and triggered something in his brain, something stored deep for the past 130 years. The surge of guilt from years of combat, people that he couldn’t save, people who had died so he could live, surged through him. Images of his family. It was incredibly long ago, but the surge of emotion triggering his memory, making it clearly vivid in his mind. The guilt pressing down on him hard. He could see their faces, his wife and daughter, ever so clearly, as if he had seen them only yesterday. The images of his guilt and their dead bodies sticking in his mind.
He drops down to one knee, the guilt emotions being overridden by the more pressing pure raw anger and fear that spread through him. He balls up his fist and slams it hard into the car next to him, leaving a huge dent in the side. The feeling of anger seemingly overriding the feelings of guilt now. He was a soldier, dammit! Stop thinking and just do! Complete the mission. His hand clutches the rosary around his neck, muttering softly to himself, “Ava Maria, Gratia Plena, Dominus tecum…”
NewLakotah wrote:He stops, his breathing more easy and relaxed. He stands back and pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He glances up at the sky and makes the sign of the cross softly. He takes a few steps forward and smiles. In a second his reaches back and pulls his Colt .45 Peacemaker out and cocks back the hammer.
“I’ll call your bluff, Shauna. Are you willing to kill me? You can go wherever you want Shauna, I don’t care. So can you Jacob. Like you said, I have no fight with you. But I have a job to do, right now. I’m not going to kill them the 3 escapees, Lord knows I probably can’t. But I will try to stop them. No matter what. How far are you willing to take this?”
Zjaum wrote:He listened to the spat between Keith, Shauna, and Jacob. Always nice to have the old team back together again. After letting each individual speak their mind, Tristan spoke up. He didn't get paid to shy away from dangerous people, after all. He hoped and prayed that the psychic inhibitor finally worked this time. He stepped between the three of them, but not in the path of Keith's firearm. "All right, all of you. Keith, hold your fire or I will take that gun back. I know you all are logical people; I've worked with you before. I didn't expect you all to snap so easily, but I guess none of you have trained for this kind of thing before."
He turned to 38, who alongside 12 had timidly walked up to the group, hesitant to approach their former supervisor but encouraged by the new friends they'd made. This was the first time that he could actually see the young mutants' faces since Christmas Eve, let alone talk to them. Now was not the time for formal salutations, however, and Tristan addressed them like a schoolteacher. "You. 38. You killed someone, at that has consequences. The evidence of your involvement is legitimately everywhere, and if I let you go, the United States will probably never stop hunting you. All of you. Now, 12, you and 67 can go with your new friends if you'd like. [turning to Shauna] As much as I'd hate sending someone as powerful as 12 away, it's the best, and least, I can do. I have some requests as to how you should handle someone like 12 to prevent this further, but that's for another time. Tearing up a power line is much easier to cover, especially considering all the other destruction around here. Now, those are my terms. I have full authority to negotiate on this matter, but the people I report to want to see that we're actually doing something. Is that fair?"
38 looked around, stopping with 12. That brief moment of confidence and leadership was gone, and he returned to the timidity and hesitation that he previously had. 38 spoke. "So, what's jail like?"
Nick, noticing that the guns had stopped firing, had approached the tense conversation with the other mutants driving with him. He'd heard and agreed to Shauna's instructions, but it didn't seem like anyone would be lowering their guns anytime soon. When he overheard 38's question, he spoke up. "Prison is essentially where you're kept in a small room and detained for a certain number of years. Food and clothing are all provided."
"So, like the Resort?"
Tristan interrupted, much more blunt this time. "Considerably less cushy than the resort. Considering the level of security in the prison, you'd only be able to see your friends online."
"But I'd still see my friends?"
"Well, online, sure." Tristan knew that, for the conversation to be productive, 38 would have to want to go back. He didn't seem to be as rebellious as he was in the past, so this should be easier.
All the meanwhile, Tristan was on high alert. Knowing the capability of any of the people (not to mention the dragon and his friend, wherever the hell they were) around him to snap at any given moment, he knew that it was equally as likely that everyone walks home satisfied and that the circle of people around him would erupt into a fireball, in the middle of which he stood precariously. He relaxed his grip on the pistol but refused to lower it. He hoped to God that nothing happened, but his luck wasn't running high that day.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by NewLakotah » Tue May 30, 2017 7:05 pm
by River Tree » Tue May 30, 2017 8:14 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:River Tree wrote:TJ nodded to Giovanni, quickly picking him up and flying upwards. She saw that it wasn't an earthquake shaking the building, but to be honest, the helicopter scared her more than anything else. She wasn't sure which direction to go, so she flew a few buildings away where they had a quick access point if they wanted to go back, as well as the fact that it was a block or so away from the fighting. TJ watched the helicopter anxiously, almost any flying weapon made her nervous. She always thought they were coming for her, even though she knew it was an irrational fear. She tried to focus on something to help calm her down , but the only thing coming to her mind was that she hadn't introduced herself to Giovanni. "My name is TJ, by the way." She said, crouched on the edge of the buildings roof as she watched the fight.
Giovanni Serrano
Gio nodded back as she brought both of them far away from them, the mutants, and the helicopter. Sadly, there are few things he could do to the helicopter or the mutants. His mutant powers are fairly mundane and uncharacteristically normal for mutant. "Aw, mate, the helicopter's so far and we cannot do anything," he mentioned it sadly in the tone of his voice. He reloaded his rifle and checked the surroundings. "Well, at least we're safe for now, TJ," as he nodded to her mentioning of her own name.
"Let me call my valet and have him picked us up on the street and go somewhere safer. I have my own car and a driver. You want to join, TJ?"
by Bycrest » Thu Jun 01, 2017 12:37 am
by Altito Asmoro » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:20 am
River Tree wrote:Altito Asmoro wrote:
Giovanni Serrano
Gio nodded back as she brought both of them far away from them, the mutants, and the helicopter. Sadly, there are few things he could do to the helicopter or the mutants. His mutant powers are fairly mundane and uncharacteristically normal for mutant. "Aw, mate, the helicopter's so far and we cannot do anything," he mentioned it sadly in the tone of his voice. He reloaded his rifle and checked the surroundings. "Well, at least we're safe for now, TJ," as he nodded to her mentioning of her own name.
"Let me call my valet and have him picked us up on the street and go somewhere safer. I have my own car and a driver. You want to join, TJ?"
TJ nervously shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I can just take my car. I'd like to see how this plays out." She said, gesturing towards the group on the ground. She wasn't quite sure she trusted Gio enough to take a ride in his car, and she really was interested in how things would end. "I can take you to ground level if you'd like, but there are some things I'd like to do before leaving. Like getting my bag back from that agent. I was stupid to leave it. She leaned out to the point where gravity should have pulled her off the building, but held her wings out to catch the updrafts and keep her from falling.
by Zjaum » Thu Jun 01, 2017 4:05 pm
Bycrest wrote:"I will not stand by and let the crime against me go unpunished. Someone is paying for the life of my patron and the damages to my bar, even if it has to be in blood." Max declared as he looked around at everyone present, his eyes locking on 38. If looks could kill, 38 would have been erased from existence right were he stood. He continued looking around and said to no one in particular, "So are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"
by Altito Asmoro » Fri Jun 02, 2017 5:51 am
Zjaum wrote:
Tristan lowered his pistol but maintained his stance, watching the other gentleman approach in a car, with a noticeably different rifle than the one he was lent. "Don't forget the damage you caused to our helicopter. We can let that slide, but don't push us. That helicopter is probably worth about as much as your bar." He turned on his radio. "All right, Sevenson, we're going to need to wrap things up. Get everyone back to the hotel." He turned back to the rest of the group. "I'm certain there're a lot of new faces here who would be just as interested in us as we are of them."
by Anxiety Cafe » Sat Jun 03, 2017 6:58 am
by The Last Magic » Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:25 am
by Talchyon » Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:16 pm
NewLakotah wrote:Kw'eh T'soh Dai/Keith Dai (Red Wolf)
Los Angeles
The tension level had risen right after Kw’eh speech. His apparent struggle and speech had apparently heavily affected Shauna who was in tears. He still had his gun in his hand, ready to fight at a moments notice. He had always liked Shauna. She had always seemed caring and a good type of person. He wasn’t sure about the rest of the group, and he was still battling through his emotions as Shauna cried out again through her tears.
"Keith, I don't want to kill you at all. I didn't want to do this! I didn't know!"
The words cut through his anger and guilt like a dagger, clearing his brain even more. He blinked. His gun was still at his side. The raw emotion from Shauna outweighing his own personal feelings. He felt he had stepped to far, gone too far with his threats. The 3 other mutants and Jacob were still there, but Kw’eh hardly even noticed them, he was too stunned into silence. He suddenly saw Tristan step in between them. Kw’eh kept his gun along his side still cocked and ready to go. He listened as he told Kw’eh off about his gun handling. Kw’eh shot him a death glare, before Tristan began spelling out his deal to the mutants. Only take in the murderer Mutant and let the other two be held by the mutants at the center.
Kw’eh waves his Peacemaker at Tristan. “I brought this one from home, this ain’t yours. You can take yours back.” He quips out, interrupting the silence as the two sides.
The Center Team seemed to generally agree to it, with Shauna seemingly still reeling, hardly able to answer. Kw’eh felt truly sorry for her. First he had shot her car, then pulled a gun out, sure he didn’t point it at her, or even want to kill her or anything, but, nonetheless it wasn’t exactly a friendly thing to do. As the tensions seemed to calm down, Kw’eh holstered his pistol and stood up straight. He glanced at Tristan and then back at Shauna. He moved over to her, slowly. Not sure exactly what to say to someone in this state. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say in general, he had shot up her car and well, had a slight mental breakdown, and then proceeded to pull out a second gun.
He puts his hand down on her shoulder and raises her up a bit, trying to smile softly. In his other hand he offers her a cigarette, he wasn’t sure that she smoked, probably unlikely, but he thought the offer and the nerve might be a good gesture at least. He notices that this hands were still shaky as hell, he hand with the cigarettes bruised and slightly bloody from slamming his fist into a car. He tries to hide it, and fails. His hand still noticeably rattling the cigarettes in the carton.
“Hey… I am sorry about the car. I was serious. I will pay for it. And… I… I wasn’t going to kill you. I mighta lost my head a bit, but… I mean it, I never wanted to kill you.” He says softly. Unsure exactly what response to expect, but he hoped at least to try and smooth things over between them.
Altito Asmoro wrote:Giovanni Serrano
"I see that you've take the problems resolved very well, Agent Tristan," as he glanced around him. Well, time to make it short. "Well, then, I'm going to make this conversation brief. How do you think about me joining the MISC as well? I can provide the financial and connections aid. I'm sure that my mutations aren't quite compared to the rest of you, so I assume financial and connections are needed. My connections extend to the underworld and some....mutants that I know of as well."
"The Center is too dangerous to be kept free, I'd like to help. Anything."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
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