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Just Another Day; Free Open RP
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Arcana Fang	May 22 2015, 05:33 AM Post #1
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	How in the hell did I end up in Maine? Roman thought to himself as he sipped on a tea he had ordered from his little shop in the Downtown District of New Alastia. It was bitter, the tea. Something along the lines of old peppermint and soothing licorice. Roman Orvash was a sight to behold here in this metropolitan area. He looked like he had been ripped right out of an episode of "The Rifleman". A gentleman in his older thirties, he sported a cowboy hat, some old beat up Levi's, black boots, biker-style gloves, a cowboy hat, and a belt surrounded by what appeared to be shell casings. He also wore an undershirt with a light leather jacket, dusty and brown. His salt-and-pepper hair went below his hat to rest on the back of his neck, and his beard/goatee completed the look with stunning gruff. The barista was cute, that was a fact, sporting one of those fancy blue-and-purple over blonde hairstyles, Roman kept looking back inside as he sat in the little round table outside. The air was filled with pretty sunshine, as much as could be stuffed into that 10 A.M. hour. He had rode in sometimes about a day ago, and after sleeping the previous day away, decided to get out and explore the city. "You'd think with all the people here in the city, you'd at least get to see some nice ladies." Roman murmured to himself. While not painting himself as a romantic by the looks of him, Roman actually enjoyed the company of women to men. For some reason, not only were they good to look at, but when they commanded his respect and attention -shoo damn- you couldn't get anything better than that. He rolled the liquid around in the Styrofoam cup, letting it slush against his open palm, before he bite down his courage and took another sip. There were so many people walking along the street, but they all looked plain. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. He hadn't taken the time to look around him and check the area, because his attention was focused on the cutie inside. He let his silver eyes meet her dark brown ones, kept his gaze, and smiled at her with just a little bit of a smile. She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and turned back around as though nothing had even happened. "Warming up to me a little; always playing hard to get." Roman mused over the lost chance to catch the girl's interest. Then he remembered why he had came to the city. He had been rambling from New York. Always keeping an eye open for special people. That was the only thing he could really claim as part of his fame. That magic eye. Rather, the eye that could see magic. It wasn't always magic, it could just see aura, and gave it colors. Roman had remembered the first time he had actually experienced it. It was his high school sweetheart. Bitch. He had caught her and his friend George in the back of a Toyota, except, she had enough precognitive sense, to send the boy running with his pants half off. Her purple aura stunk, and that is when Roman had realized she was psychic enough to get premonitions. Especially when she was in the hot and rumbling mood. Funny how that worked. That was also when Roman had learned he had some wicked natural skill with his two six-shooters. It was as if his eyes worked in conjunction with his ears to track George and shoot that bastard in the foot. A few months in jail later, Roman had learned the lesson of his life: stay away from women who had that aura. Instead, he focused on finding normal people and if he just happened to run into auras, he knew which he could trust, which ones he couldn't. Roman mulled over the thoughts in his head and quietly chuckled, sipping the tea once again.
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Arcana Fang	May 30 2015, 07:26 AM Post #2
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	((Anyone can join, this is just an open-ended go with it roll with it))
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Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 2 2015, 01:06 AM Post #3
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	Could this lecture BE any longer? Erik rolled his eyes for what was probably the 10th time since his histology lecture started, continuing to prod his notebook with his pen as if the process of doing so would somehow expedite the lecture's conclusion. He sighed inwardly, trying to make sure he was paying enough attention to digest the information presented to him and to appear partially interested. It had been a long week and he was just about ready to sleep the rest of it off or, at the very least, find some kind of activity to take his mind off of all the studying. The summer was just getting started, so plenty of films were starting to show at theaters. Aside from that, there was that new game he had his eye on. "Mister Jacobs! Are you still with us?" Stirred from his thoughts, Erik turned his eyes to the rather irritated lecturer. An elderly man in his late 50s with receding, wild silver hair and bug eyes, he would not look out of place in a feature about a mad scientist. Perhaps one who invents a time machine out of an old car. "Sir?" "The difference between the nucleus and nucleolus." "The nucleolus is a sub-organelle within the nucleus. It has no membrane and generates ribosomes, while the nucleus has a double membrane and is responsible for regulating gene expression." "Very good. Try to look more lively in class, young man." The lecturer was a little surprised by the prompt response but clearly masked it so as to maintain his dominance over the class. Erik fiddled with the red headband covering his forehead, scratching beneath it before returning to his notes. There were various doodles littered about, of which he continued to add to between taking his notes. After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally over, prompting him to nearly leap from his seat and head straight for the door. It was still early for lunch, but he was starving and really needed the energy boost. He decided to head off campus for a bite to eat, seeing as he did not have anymore classes for the rest of the day.
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-Patrick-	Jun 2 2015, 05:05 AM Post #4
The Hyrulian Pokemon Trainer of Sayians Posts: 601 Group: Elite Member #65 Joined: November 9, 2009	"-Okay honey, I will talk to you tomorrow, I want to head over to the University before they close the Library for the day". Fasha put her phone down on the small table next to her bed in her small apartment. Her overstuffed backpack slouched up against her bed, with the zipper begging for relief of the pressure. She only brought a few basic essentials with her knowing she would buy more local clothes during her stay. She managed to earn a free trip to a University of her choice on the East Coast through a scholarship, she obtained back home in the Mid West, thus wanted to take advantage of free knowledge whether it be due to enrolling in a few classes or spending the entire day staring through books at the public Library. She changed into a simple tank top and jeans before reaching for her room key and other basic things and heading out into the city. She scanned her surroundings for a map or a place that could lead her in the right direction. Just around the corner she found a billboard near the trolley station containing a map of the locals in a 5 mile diameter area. "Let's see here.." She put her finger on the 'you are here' sticker and then with her other hand pointing out each of the possible places that interest her. After studying the map for a few minutes, she began to make her way in the direction of the University about a mile from her location. In her mind, the perfect distance for a walk. As she walked she passively observing the locals and their behaviors as well as confirming each street she came to with the map she saw before for accuracy. The smell of the pastries filled the air as she passed by one of the many bakeries, stopping to admire the cute and artistic designs on the cakes before resuming her walk. "I think I'll enjoy my time her while Patrick and Jeff go do their business." Edited by Patrick, Jun 2 2015, 05:05 AM.
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Arcana Fang	Jun 4 2015, 02:55 AM Post #5
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Roman stood up from tiny table and chairs that provided a refuge from the almost overhead sun, pushed his chair in with his boot, and walked over to the barista that had shunned him just a few standard minutes ago. "Care to make me another one of those sweetheart?" Roman said, bending forward a little to make excellent eye contact. "Sure thing sir, I'll get you a new cup, and what was the name again...Rogain?" the blonde girl asked. "Heh...sure, we can go with that." Roman chuckled. She wasn't giving any pitch at all. That's how he liked it. "Okay, one fru-fru tea for the cowboy, coming up!" she whisked away from the counter and in a manner of second handed him a cup filled with all the devilish ingredients that made the drink both strong and smooth. "Here you go Rogain!" "Thanks miss", Roman said, handing her a ten dollar bill from the inner pocket of his jacket, "keep the change for the laugh." The girl smiled and realizing that Roman meant no harm even though she had tried to be a little bit abrasive nodded towards him and bid him to have a good day. Roman walked with the cup in his hand, heading towards the direction of the midtown sector. It would take him a little bit to get there, especially by foot. It was also right before the lunch rush, so as he walked, he could see plenty of people and get a sense of how many of "them" there were in the vicinity. The headaches seemed to be coming back, so Roman decided to pop the top of his cup off, fish into his jacket and find purchase with a small silver flask, opened the sucker, and poured some sour mash into his tea. The peppermint mixed with the smooth whiskey and delighted the air with an aroma that smelled like cough syrup. Roman, being careful to not attract attention, flipped the sipping lid back onto his beverage, pocketed the closed flask, and continued walking. The first drink always brought back those damn hallucinations. Roman felt them clawing at the back of his subconscious. Memories, they felt like, of somewhere else in some other realm or time. He still looked the same, except his clothing was replaced with banditos-styled leather armor, he fought alongside other gunslingers like himself against an army of undead, and some sort of oath. It was like he had used to be a part of some other world, some woman he loved who had carried another man's child, and then the pain of losing her but vowing to take care of the child. It all felt like a bad acid trip while playing Pathfinder. What in the hell was going on with him. He had hoped he could remember some name or something. They never came. He was haunted by some damned apparitions of things that didn't exist. But they did. He had seen Spellcasters, or 'Caster for short, people who could manipulate magic. He could "see" their aura, the manifestation of their gift even before they used it. He could screen and see if someone was above average, able to burn the shit out of him, or even a damn angel. That was all he could do. Roman was no more special than the next Joe that walked alongside him on the way to the midtown sector. He could fire his guns sure, and some would even call his vision a gift. They would be wrong. Casters were bastards, and usually the ones that weren't bad only had a little to go before something in them snapped and they went loco. The other kinds of people, and he wasn't sure what to call them, were on the borderline of something he didn't understand. They still gave off the right kind of air pollution as Casters, but he wasn't sure what their purpose was. So, only God can judge right? All these things stampeded through his brain as he continued to drink, letting the visions flood back to him little by little. "I wonder if the University kids could point me in the right direction..."
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Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 5 2015, 10:54 PM Post #6
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	After a short walk, Erik found himself outside one of the campus' many gates, this particular one being the main entrance into the university and right next to their public library. He surveyed the area to see if he could hail a taxi cab to take him closer to the downtown area but was fresh out of luck as any that he had spotted already housed a passenger. He could wait for a bus or take the subway, but was not in the mood to sit idle when he could probably make better time walking. He also figured the walk would help build up his appetite and take up enough time to bring him closer to lunch time to "legitimise" eating so early. Lasagne sounds REALLY good right about now. Adjusting his backpack, he started heading downtown, a trek that should not take more than 30 minutes on foot if he took it slow. The word slow, however, was not a very common part of Erik's vocabulary, as he power walked towards his intended destination with enough energy that he was almost skipping. Despite being hungry, he was actually more interested in exploring some of his local haunts to peruse some entertainment for the weekend before the afternoon rush hit.
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-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 7 2015, 07:15 PM Post #7
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	Never once in her life did Sussudio think that she could fuck up anything this fierce. Her lungs burned so hot she swore that she'd be bellowing steam in a few seconds. At least she was getting her cardio in, though how long her blood would stay in her, she wasn't so sure about. It was early enough in the day that most students either were still in class or hadn't bothered waking up yet, and given the number of people who would rather spend their Fridays doing anything else other than being lectured to for three hours, there wasn't a soul to be seen around that could help. Help, of course, with the three men who hadn't let up their chase since they started outside of Maxim Hall. A childhood of soccer practice and a shot of adrenaline were about the only factors as to why her legs, which she hadn't given nearly as much use in the past two years of late-night studying and ramen cups, hadn't yet failed her as she burst out of the front gate, her hair flying wildly beside her. Her face flushed, she huffed while she sprinted down the sidewalk. She turned her head back to catch a glimpse at her pursuers; Tony Randallson and his cronies from the football team. There was no way she could keep her lead for long when posed with those credentials, not without intervention. It was while she was weighing her chances of survival that she turned her head around just long enough for her face to smash dead center into Erik Jacob's back, sending them both sprawling to the ground. "Shit!" Sue seethed. Reflexively, she scrambled for her notes and engineering textbook, the pages flapping in the morning breeze. She was barely conscious enough of her own actions to notice the blood trickling down into her mouth and onto the concrete. Her body tensed with apprehension of the upcoming confrontation. Edited by The Raging Zephyr, Jun 7 2015, 07:16 PM.



Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 11 2015, 05:21 AM Post #8
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	While the current climate wasn't exactly what one would call summer heat, Erik always preferred the cold for some reason. His body naturally generated a lot of heat on its own, so he was sweating more than the average person despite not doing much physically. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, his could clearly hear the hurried footsteps of someone running in his direction. Assuming that person would have the common sense to avoid him completely, the impact this person made with him came completely as a surprise, sending him straight for the pavement. He placed his hands in front of him and braced himself as he quickly pushed himself off the ground the moment he hit it, forcing his body into a roll as he tumbled out of the way. He got up, irritated as all hell. "I mean, it's not like there's aaaaaanyone around so you just haaaad to run into..." He paused when he saw the girl on the ground, dizzily collecting her belongings, and felt like a complete and total brute. She was bleeding rather badly from a cut on her head, prompting him to kneel down and help her up. "S-sorry, that wasn't very nice of me. You okay?" He took a moment to look her over as he bent down to scoop up her things, using a bizarre talent he developed for discreetly observing other people without drawing attention. Though she was dressed casually, she was clearly a student, though he could not really say of what. She was cute, with delicate, feminine features and shoulder length black hair. While petite, she clearly had an athletic build, which may explain the running, though she looked completely out of breath and exhausted. Way out of my league, though at this point, who isn't? He handed over her belongings, now clearly looking over her head wound as he did. It wasn't life threatening, but the gash was not going to be closing any time soon. "That gash looks really bad. The nurse's office is a few minutes back by the entrance, do you want me to help you there?" As he looked past her to where they both came from, he could see three rather large and burly men practically stampeding towards them. The look on their faces were not pleasant and, while not a mind reader, Erik realised why the young lady looked like she was running for her dear life. "Any reason why you've got the football team chasing you downtown?" (Sorry if anything was off, I just winged it.)
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-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 12 2015, 06:26 AM Post #9
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	(I mean, I'm completely out of practice. This is an established character as far as my own personal concepts are concerned, so it's nice to be able to write with her.) "Look, I just..." Sue's actions became autonomous, her mouth mumbling her unconscious thought and her fists balling up as her books flopped back onto the sidewalk. Her eyes locked with her pursuers, and she felt herself tremble as she sucked in a breath. The boys had stopped, assaying the duo before them. "Oh, crap," one of them spat. "I know that guy." "Yeah, you think one dude is going to stop us?" "Dude, Tony, that's the guy from the TV, the psycho guy. He's a hero, like, literal superhero, magic powers and stuff." For a moment, Tony weighed his choices. "Let's go," he ordered, stepping back. As the three boys began to walk away, Tony turned back. He pointed to his eyes, then back to Sue, before taking off. Slowly, Sue relaxed, her body and breath releasing tension. Absent-mindedly, she stooped down and snatched up her books again, before the realization struck her that she wasn't alone. "Um, sorry about that," she stammered. "Wasn't looking ahead of me." Her forehead suddenly stinged, reminding her of the blood trickling down her face. Instinctively, she bowed her head and lifted the front of her tank top to it. She hadn't thought of it at the moment, but it was at least semi-fortunate that she was wearing black, given the circumstances. "You don't mind if I walk with you, do you?" she asked, diffident. "Their friend was beaten up last night, and they think I had something to do with it."



Arcana Fang	Jun 12 2015, 05:41 PM Post #10
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Roman had managed to get a few blocks before the whiskey/tea combination had managed to hit bottom. For walking in cowboy boots, Roman was no jogger, but got from point A to point B as quickly as he could. He could see the beginning of what seemed like an advertisement campaign for the school, so he knew he was close. "Always gotta' let you know where the money flow is going..." Roman mumbled. He was a couple blocks away when he noticed a woman and young man, both with a tint of an aura, talking to each other while some meathead-looking young men walked away from the pair. They were all plain. They were probably all smart. At least they didn't stink like casters. But the young man looked like he had a backpack. And backpacks held books. Books usually belonged to those who could read. And only kids who could read went to college. Okay, that last part was stupid. Roman knew. Anywho, he was sure he could get some directions to further into the school and to find exactly what he was looking for. The cowboy began walking towards the couple, hoping they wouldn't take off, as he really didn't want to run in these boot. Today was just another day for Rick Maccard, President and Chief Executive Officer of Trojan Bank and Safe. Located in the downtown district of New Alastia, the building was located on the corner of a huge block of commerce-related businesses. At least twenty stories high, the CEO suite obviously had to be on the top. Lavished in gold-plated adornment, the bank was infamous for having statues of horse-pulled chariots with gladiators parading around on each corner. Rick never really met with the clientele, except for in very few cases where he was to handle exchanges involving high profiled individuals such as celebrities or multi-millionaires. Today, he had an appointment with the ladder. He heard the buzz of a comm system, announcing that his guests were almost to the top of the elevator shaft. He looked down at his ebony desk, with monitoring systems showing the inside of his office, the inside of the elevator, and several man guarded safes that were away on different levels of the building. Glancing down, he read the name of his appointment. Zachariah Alexander. That was a name that dripped wealth. The door to the elevator finally parted, and as Rick stood to usher in his guests, he was able to get a glimpse of three male subjects coming into his suite. There was one elderly looking man in a modest grey suit, with a blue tie, blonde hair, and glasses on that looked like they shielded his eyes from the light, artificial or otherwise. He had on each side, two bald men, who Rick could only assume were his handlers. Each were dressed in a black suit with a black tie, and looked as if they were hired strictly on the premise of how much they could bench press. "Ah, Mr. Alexander, we welcome you to Trojan Bank and Safe. I'm Rick Mccard, and I believe I spoke to you on the phone." Rick began his normal conversation opener. With a gravely voice that sounded pained and out of breath came a response, "Yes, Mr. Mccard, so very nice to have finally met you." Mr. Alexander was walking with the assistance of a walking stick that seemed to be ordained with some sort of writing all down the sides and a green jewel on top. One could even guess that the cane itself was made of gold and that the top was an extravagant emerald. As they finally made it over to the chair that rested in front of the CEO's desk, the handlers helped move the feeble old man into position and then lifted him down into a comfortable seating position. Rick chose then to sit down as well, in sync with his client. With a boney finger, Mr. Alexander pointed behind Rick. "It appears, a storm is on the horizon, I can feel it in these bones." 'E-excuse me?" Rick said taken aback. It had been sunny all morning. He turned in his swivel chair and noticed that black clouds had began to permeate the morning air, and from the 20th story, he could even see crackles of lightning bouncing in their midst. "I guess you're right sir. Very strange, this summer weather." Rick turned around again. "Yes sir, as we talked on the phone, you were needing to retrieve an item from a vault that you have inherited?" Rick began clicking on his mouse to pull up the file in question. "That is correct, an associate of mine has passed away, and in his will he left me-" the old man began to cough, a sickly wet cough, before gasping for breath. The handlers looked concerned and began to put their hands on their MVP, who quickly raised his own hands to call the gesture off. "-the contents of his safe, which contains something we had always talked about." Rick decided to look on the file and see the itemized list that gave the safe some value. It wasn't anything mind blowing. It looked like a gold gauntlet that went over the right hand. Very strange. "Yes sir, we received the authorization from the estate of Mr. Roberts earlier this morning. If I can just get you to sign here on this electronic document piece." Rick pointed to a pen with a digital pad that popped a dotted line across the tablet-built receiver. "Why certainly." the old man leaned forward in his chair, presenting the top of his silver haired head to Rick. The CEO was able to see some detail in the man's features. He had plenty of aged lines, spots, and craters. Something that struck Rick strange was what appeared to be heavy scar marks on the man's ears. It was as if the very tips of the man's ears were cut, burned, or something else of that extreme. He had also had general scarring all across the area of each side of his head. Rick was embarrassed when Mr. Alexander poked his head back up from signing his signature, clearly catching the man in the act of checking out his scars. The man chuckled, "Don't worry, Mr. Maccard, an old World War II scar. Took some grenade fire, I get asked about it all the time." With relief, Rick smiled and nodded his head. "Well thank you for your service sir." He stood up with the signature taken, and pressed a button. "My best man Hans shall bring us the contents of the safe, he will be here momentarily." Rick said, as he depressed the button. As he depressed the button, he was able to look behind him now. The once open light and blue skies that had covered his back were now replaced with stormy black clouds, heavy rain, and flashing lightning. "Looks ominous from where I'm sitting, wouldn't you agree Rick?" Mr. Alexander said. Rick laughed a slight laugh. It wasn't uncommon for a summer shower to come in like a lamb, but this looked like a heavy storm. He awaited patiently, looking over the three one more time. The handlers hadn't spoken a word and kept their eyes on their boss. That took some dedication and some professionalism. Mr. Alexander must have known of these qualities, because he looked like he felt at peace in their more than capable hands. They could break Rick in half and not even break a sweat doing it. It was strange however that the two looked very, similar, even with the way their facial structure fell. The buzzer went off, signaling the arrival of Hanz. Each man turned to the elevator entrance and stood up, welcoming the employee. "Ah Hanz, thank you, please hand the item to Mr. Alexander here." Rick said as he watched his senior employee, bulky with under armor underneath his tan colored suit and tie, handed the elderly man the packaged gauntlet, covered with strings and cloth. The man's face lit up like a child who had just opened a Christmas package on the holiday. He smiled from scarred ear to scarred ear, unwrapping the gauntlet with fervor and abandon. Once it was revealed from it's encasing, Mr. Alexander slipped the gold piece over his right arm, it seemed to match the walking cane he carried. "Oh thank you! Thank you ever so much! I have been dying to have this!" Mr. Alexander spoke with a little more life in his voice. It warmed Rick's heart a little, to bring joy to a man who was short on days. Hanz spoke before Rick could. "You are very welcome sir." "Could I trouble you for some help up Hanz?" Mr. Alexander spoke. The man hurried over to the client, letting the elderly man put both hands on his arm as he pulled him up from the chair. That is when it happened. Rick couldn't believe what he was seeing. Hanz, a younger man of 25, was now gasping for breath and....aging? His normal tan and taunt skin was draining of all the life in it and he could see the muscle and mass leaving the man...and going to Mr. Alexander?! The old man before him was becoming younger and younger. Silver hair had receded back into silky blonde, the spots and dimples in the man's face were becoming filled again with young age, and all the beauty that it brought. The suit that held the almost skeletal figure was replaced with a full and normal looking body, aged muscles that barely held the man up looked ready to run a marathon. Finally, the glasses that shielded the sensitive eyes of Mr. Alexander fell away, revealing green eyes that were now staring at Rick. With his mouth open, reeling back as though he had been holding his breath from diving into a pool of youth, Mr. Alexander now spoke to Rick. "Ah, ahahahaha, that was so refreshing. Thank you Mr. Hanz." the voice that came from his throat was still gravely, but now had a smoothness that wasn't there before. As if the years had been removed from it. The man let go of Hanz, who landed as a skeletal heap in the floor next to Mr. Alexander. Rick couldn't move, or even fathom what he had just witnesses. In the shock, he hadn't noticed that the twin body guards were on either side of him now, their eyes begging him to move so that they could take him out in their own sick, twisted way. "Now, Rick, can I call you Rick? Anyway, you are going to do something for me and you are going to do it right now." Zachariah said. "There is a twin piece just like this somewhere in these vaults, and I know you should be able to find it right?" Rick was dumbfounded. He was being held hostage and threatened. By what he wasn't sure. He could, and should hit the alarm, but he was too shaken by what he had just witnessed. "I-ah-ah-uh- yes, I ca-ca-can. I just n-n-need to reach my-t--terminal." Rick sputtered. "Boys, let Rick to his terminal, and if keep an eye on the screen, if he tries to go for the alarm, or any other funny business, kill him." Rick was allowed over to the terminal and began running a diagnostic search on anything that had been referenced as similar to the piece that Hanz had just withdrew. The search would take some time, as the pieces probably didn't have any serial numbers or registration information that wasn't strictly cosmetic. Oh God, what am I gonna do... Rick thought.
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Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 12 2015, 06:39 PM Post #11
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	For the first time since exposure, Erik was a little glad of his local popularity and semi-celebrity status among the populace. The trio of jocks made haste back whence they came and prompted him to continue helping the young lady up, a bit of a smug expression on his face. "I see my reputation precedes me." The girl bent low and scooped the edge of her shirt to wipe the blood off, causing Erik to embarrassingly turn away, his face reddening a little as he did. When she was done, he pulled a small piece of cloth out of his backpack and pressed it to her cut, gingerly taking her hand and helping her keep pressure on it. He took her other arm over his shoulder, helping her walk off the dizziness as they slowly began to make their way back towards the university's main entrance before heading for the clinic. Erik continued to blush a bit, feeling a little awkward as he helped the girl but maintaining his composure for the most part in order to keep from being a hindrance. "You don't mind if I walk with you, do you?" "Helping people out is what I do and, I guess I owe you for nearly turning you into street pizza." He smiled, chuckling to try and break the tension, as well as hoping to make her feel a little more comfortable. He was not really sure what happened between her and the all-American trio, but was really curious. Before he could pry for information himself, she began to open up about her dire straits without provocation. "Their friend was beaten up last night, and they think I had something to do with it." A puzzled expression crossed his features as he tried to make heads or tails of what she had just said. "Wait, how would they even come to that conclusion? Like, how could you possibly be involved in something like that?"
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-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 13 2015, 12:59 AM Post #12
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	"It's kind of complicated," Sue started. "There's a sort of urban legend that recently came up on campus, with this guy who deals with bad boyfriends for a price. Basically, they don't believe my friend would have called him, and they know how I feel about her boyfriend. It's really kind of stupid, thinking about it now." As stupid as it sounded, it didn't remove the guilt from her mind. It was guilt that she shouldn't have felt; justice had been served, maybe too well, perhaps not well enough. It could just be the fact that she was facing the repercussions of her actions. Was it too late to ask to a transfer to MIT? As her mind stumbled over her thoughts and words, she had only began to notice that her companion was dragging her back onto the campus. Something about a nurse, he said? She noted the bathrooms by the entrance, deciding that there was an easier way to deal with this. "I'll be right back, I just need to clean up," Sue stammered. She ducked out of Erik's arms and ran into the bathroom, setting her books upon the countertop. She was careful to check each stall as she entered, to be sure she was alone. She snatched a wad of paper towels from the dispenser, wet them, and cleaned off her forehead. The cut wasn't too marring, but it was enough to probably leave a small scar. There was an easy way to fix that, she assured herself. Walking into the corner stall, closing the door behind her, she covered her face with the paper towels and set her mind to work. Hiking Mount Waldo, completing her group project solo, proving her father wrong, anything she could focus on that made her feel accomplished. Concentrating, she felt something flow through her. She didn't know what it was, just some sort of energy. As it flowed, the energy began to manifest in her body, causing her veins to begin glowing with a dull light. As she felt the energy's warmth crawl towards her face, she buried her face into the paper, the glow becoming brighter. As it filled her entirely, the glow burst out of her mouth, her eyes, her cut, as a stream of bright, white light. As sudden as the the light flashed out of her, it was snuffed out. Sue popped out of the stall, checking her face in the mirror. No gash, a few smears she just as quickly wiped away. She gave herself a smile before grabbing her books and stepping back out onto campus. "So, where were we going?" she chirped to Erik.



Arcana Fang	Jun 13 2015, 03:42 PM Post #13
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	The kids took off towards the campus, just as Roman managed to get close to them. He was already panting, as it seemed he had needed to put a little more hitch in his giddy-up. Doing that in boots, no matter how cool Clint Eastwood or John Wayne made it looked, never felt good the next day. "Son-of-a-bitch", Roman breathed heavy, still following behind the kids, enough that he wouldn't seem like a creeper. To make matters worse, it seemed like the hammer came down all at once. The sky had darkened and smelled of incoming rainfall. The open air swirled with energy as lightning struck in several spots far away. Then came the heavy rain. It was like the rainfall one would come to expect in the middle of a summer flash flood. It was cold, stung, and was getting worse. As he got closer to the kids, he managed to break into a small sprint, holding his hat up to keep the rain from his face. The girl had just exited from some other place . The campus was filled with other students trying to get inside to get shelter from the unexpected gale storm. Roman yelled, "Mind to help a stranger out? Gah, after we get out of this monsoon?!" He hoped the kids would follow him inside, as he was heading towards the entrance/commons area. The computer search kept coming back negative. Rick wasn't sure what else he could do, as he had explained it to Zachariah several times now. His fear kept growing in the pit of his stomach as he didn't want to end up like Hanz, lying lifeless on the floor. "Rick, listen to me. I'm not going to kill you, as your life force isn't anything desirable. Actually, it's kind of pathetic really. I already have what I need to keep me powerful. I just need to find the second gauntlet." Zachariah said. Rick swallowed hard, taking both the face value promise of a madman, and the insult that came with it. "I-i-'m not sure why it's not showing up in our vaults. If it does indeed hold a home here, our algorithms, s-s-hould show us where, Mr. Alexander." The two burly young men, one on each side of Rick, watched over him as he continued the search with different parameters. Mr. Alexander paced back and forth, looking like a page out of the book of the Riddler. He cradled the walking stick, which looked more like a staff now, in the same hand that was equipped with whatever gauntlet he was wearing now. "Well, you better pray that it gets the job done, or I may be forced to throw you out the window, into the brunt of this horrible...storm." Mr. Alexander spoke. It was amazing, on one hand, that whatever ability, magic or otherwise, had given the old man new life again. He had this radiance about him, with his longer blonde hair, green eyes, and smooth skin. His ears still had those scars all around them, and from the change, it looked like someone had forcefully cut the skin off around the tips of his ears and then dragged the knife all over his face. Rick almost cheered a yelp of relief when the computer came back with a ping to his inquiry. [Based on Runic symbols search/0% Search Results with any Safe located at current location] [Based on Runic symbols search/50% Search Results with off-location Safe located at: Regis University] [Unlisted Safe Number 45/Location Unlisted//Refer to Jade Protocol//] Jade Protocol? What in the hell was that? Rick thought. Before Rick could report the findings, one of the young bald-headed men spoke in a voice that sounded near monotone. "Master, it is located somewhere at a place called Regis University". "That's very strange, located at the center of knowledge. Some fool obviously doesn't know what they have. Thank you Dagger." Mr. Alexander spoke, before locking eyes with Rick once again. "Now here is the problem presented to me, Rick. I cannot leave and have you reporting me to any sort of law enforcement, but I also don't want to kill you, not now at least." Zachariah shifted from the left to the right, tilting his head every which way. "Please sir, I swear I won't report anything! I have a wi-" "I have a wife! I have children, I have a mistress who is probably working on the bottom floor! I've heard it all Rick. I've simply, heard. it. ALL." Mr. Alexander spoke mockingly and with staccato stabs. "I don't care Rick, but I still need you. So you are going to be coming with me." 'W-w-won't it look suspicous to take me out the front door?" "Who said anything about going out the front door?" Mr. Alexander began to laugh, as he did, he held the green emerald toward the covering man. The emerald shone with a deep bright light, encasing the man in an aura of green, and magically sucked him inside the staff, vanishing in a sense. Mr. Alexander did this again with his two body guards, Dagger and Sword. Finally, his emerald-colored eyes filled with power, as he threw his hand with the staff up, and vanished himself, just as a bolt of lightning struck the office they had been in just moments before, shattering the glass window and catching the fine wooden desk on fire.
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Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 13 2015, 11:48 PM Post #14
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The two continued their hobble towards the main entrance, Erik making sure not to move too fast for the injured girl. She proceeded to explain her story to him after his inquiry. "There's a sort of urban legend that recently came up on campus, with this guy who deals with bad boyfriends for a price. Basically, they don't believe my friend would have called him, and they know how I feel about her boyfriend. It's really kind of stupid, thinking about it now." "Wait...wait, seriously? Like, that's an actual thing? That happens? Here?" He nearly did a double take and had to stop himself so as not to fling the poor girl onto the pavement as a result. There was a mixed reaction of rolling his eyes and bewilderment at what he had just heard and how little sense it made in the grand scheme of things. "And everyone wonders why I don't socialise. I swear, it's like people refuse to grow out of high school." They had made their way onto the main grounds when she stopped him by one of the public bathrooms, wanting to clean herself up. He saw very little sense in that considering the on-campus nurse would clean and dress the wound anyway, but she took off before he could even consider protesting. He stood for what felt like five to ten minutes before she returned, practically skipping towards him and not a scratch on her. His mouth hung open a bit as she approached him. "So, where were we going?" "I...beg your pardon?" He should not even be surprised considering what he could do yet, the entire exchange was practically instant and she was so casual about it that it caught him off guard. It took him a moment to regain his composure before figuratively picking his jaw up off the floor and making a proper response. "Well, we WERE heading for the on-campus clinic, but you're CLEARLY no longer in distress. A healer, I take it?" It was at that very moment that the weather took a bizarre and sudden turn for the worst as the skies clouded up and it began to pour almost instantly. They were both soaked the moment the downpour came and, before he could lead his new companion to shelter, they were approached by a very strangely dressed and out of place man. "Mind to help a stranger out? Gah, after we get out of this monsoon?!" Erik did not even get a chance to respond as the man dashed towards the university's main building's lobby. He shrugged before turning back to the girl and bowing, directing his arms towards the building, an incredibly goofy smile on his face. "After you, m'lady." He held his backpack above their heads as he helped guide her towards their destination, past the powerful downpour. "Rude of me not to introduce myself before. I'm Erik, Erik Jacobs, first year med."
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-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 15 2015, 05:45 AM Post #15
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	"A healer?" Sue was taken aback mentally. Yes, there was a certain stigma against metahumans, though this city seemed to embrace those a cut above the rest on the evolutionary scale. Still, there was enough of a risk involved in being a metahuman to have both police and military units specialized in dealing with others with strange powers, regardless of whether there was any real risk involved on an individual basis. The less chance of her being put on a government watch list, the better chance she had of making it through life unharassed. But, her powers really were an all or nothing affair, and one person suspecting something was better than having to walk around with a bandage for a day and then having everyone harry her with questions the day after... "No, it just wasn't as bad as it looked," Sue said, brushing her bangs over her forehead. She felt a sudden sharpness strike her upon the head, cold and heavy. The sky dulled as the clouds above began to converge upon Erik and Sue, with the force of a hurricane cascading upon them. "I thought we weren't due for a nor'easter for another couple weeks," Sue shouted over the pattering rain. About that time, a man in western wear came running up to them. "Mind to help a stranger out? Gah, after we get out of this monsoon?!" Sue hadn't a chance to answer; the man ran ahead into the building housing administration and a cafeteria. Erik gestured towards the building before her. "After you, m'lady," he smirked. "Please don't tell me you picked that up from an internet forum," she whined. Sue clutched her books close to her chest as Erik formed a makeshift umbrella above them. "Rude of me not to introduce myself before," Erik spoke, as they dashed towards the school. "I'm Erik, Erik Jacobs, first year med." "Sue O'Connell," Sue called out. "Business and engineering." The two shoved through the building's doors, dripping onto the foyer's rug. "Have you given your soul to devils in disguise? Have you saved yourself from eternal damnation?" the old woman in the street sang. She was clothed in a simple dress, passing pamphlets out to the passerbies on the street corner. It had been a few hours since she had initiated today's holy work, proselytizing unprovoked to the city's populace. "We are descending into darker times," she preached, "The tides of chaos are upon us, threatening to consume our very souls! But, we need not be defenceless! Now is the time to join us in spirit, allow faith to be your weapon! We shall-" She gasped. She felt it, an energy she had only been struck by once before. She cast an eye towards the school, her irises turning brown to gold as the wave of power climaxed and receded. Unexpectedly, a second surge coursed through her breast as the sky turned black, thunder striking across the horizon. This feeling was different; it left a mark of portent upon her soul. She shivered in the warm air as her spine tingled. She turned around, her gilded gaze locking onto the tall, young blonde coming her way. The name Fasha jumped into the old woman's mind as her eyes met with the girl's. "You!" she cried, "Surely your soul has felt it! The guiding light, consumed by the coming darkness! It descends upon us even now! If you still wish to save your soul, come, child, and follow!" With purpose in her step, the woman marched into the convenience store on the street corner, the soles of her worn shoes barely having touched the tile when the wind bellowed behind her, blowing a torrent of rain across the city.



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