Loa Blood

[Mirad182]

Rufus looked back at the huge Crusher and wonderred how much he should tell him.

"My name is Rufus Dimane.I was in a little bit of an accident and then i got a little mad. Other than that it's not important. I've been living hee for months now and am quite... Adept in my abilities." he gestured toward the deer.

 

[amon_darknight]

Ghost

He walked to the balcony that was outside his room and had his sword at his side. He looked to the night sky and he smiled.

“What do I do now, hey what is that I smell in the air?”

He smelt fire and destruction, and he looked to where he was smelling it and he saw there was fire in the air.

“Why does there always have to be some kind of death or destruction in the world, cant we all just get a long?”

He walked back inside and he slammed the door shut and saw the mess he made.

“Well I will clean up later, well in fact I will just clean it right now.”

He used his speed and he cleaned up the room in a jiffy, he left the plates next to the door and Ghost was than in bed with his sword and shotgun, he would take no chances. He slept with ease, but his senses were protecting him. For some reason he was thinking of that woman that he met with in the desert, he would like to meet with her again and speak with her, she looked very interesting.

 

[Morgoth]

"Adept, eh? Well, would you like to perfection? Because that is my goal. Perfection for every man, woman, and child on this planet. If I have to slaughter a few million, well then, that's just part of the bargain. Does this sound noble to you? Or do you think I'm just another crazy bastard trying to justify his deeds?"

 

[SwampThing]

Dracon Island

The green deer had fallen when Rufus shot it, but now it rises again. Dark green ooze drips from its wounds. The vines around the deer's feet rustle, then surge toward the Crusher and Rufus. The trees themselves uproot, and walk towards them with slow, powerful steps.

Farther into the trees, other animals gather. Foxes, badgers, owls, deer. Their eyes long dead, their fur stained green, vines trailing from their spines into the branches above. One growl sounds from a hundred throats, and the forest lunges forward to attack.

Behind Rufus, the hill sllopes down to the rocky beach, and a mile of cold ocean out to the force-field edge.

 

[Mirad182]

the alliance

Rufus lept back and sprang down the slope to the beah. He unholsterred his pistlols and stood at the ready as the creatures came for him laying waste to all that came close. He figured the Crusher could hold his own even in his weakened state.

"Perfection eh.....What exactly do you have in mind?" holding his guns out in opposite directions aiming at two groups of posessed animals.

"Sounds quite..... perfect. I'm in." He blasted away, mowing down many. He jumped into the air aiming both pistols at the animals. He lept over one of the advancing trees and fired into the group spraying green ooze all over the white sand.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki smiled at Mark. "That sounds like a very good idea. I'm in the mood for a change. As for that girl what could possibly be so important about her? I'm sure Chapel has enough people on it. She looked back at Mark, " Shall we find Chapel and follow through with this good idea of yours?" Her mind wandered slightly "Do you think that Ghost fellow has a connection to this girl? He was awfully mysterious. I'll bet he has alot of useful information. We shouldn't kill him is my opinion. At least not yet." Shrugging she said "I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets go find Chapel. I''m anxoius to get away where the air is cleaner."

 

[SwampThing]

Killer Bees

Nikki and Mark take the tunnels out of the city, and Mark's sleek Aralian sports car up into the hills, towards Chapel's mansion. The hills had remained untouched by the Crusher's rampage. Except for the plastic sheets covering the gardens and swimming pools from the ash in the air, the wealthy area looks as though nothing happened.

Chapel's guards admit them onto his covered terrace. The old man is lounging with a drink in hand, looking down at the ruined city stretched out below him, and at the mysterious grey bubble just visible on the horizon. He seems troubled, but as pleased to see his two luitenents as always. He listens thoughtfully to their request, and nods approval.

"Bay City is certainly finished. Oh, yes, there's still business to be done here, looting, salvage, selling Loa vials to the homeless and desperate who've lost their families and will pay for comfort from a piece of their god. Unfortunately, my brother Anton in Aralia wants me to remain here to continue overseeing opperations. But there's nothing left in the Bay that should require your special expertise.

"Bridges, on the other hand, has problems. It's a tourist town, a goldmine of gambling, prostitution, and selling weapons across the border to Svetla. It's a haven for outlaws, and we need new recruits after losing so many men here. The trouble in paradise, as always, is our friends the Cold Blood Ninjas. The Sejealans control most of the black market in Bridges. We don't know how, but they've managed to kill every don we've sent in to clean the place up, three in the last year.

"But you two, I have every confidence in. Take your pick of the agents we have left in the city. I'll arrange for your transportation to Bridges, and see to it that you have our latest technological support waiting for you there."

 

[SwampThing]

John Price

Detective Price's apartment was one of many demolished in the super-battle. What could be salvaged of his and Faith's belongings have been transferred to cramped quarters in an overcrowded police safehouse.

The Special Crimes unit was all but wiped out by the Crusher. In the weeks following the fall of Bay City, Price has been working with the Emergency Services crews, breaking up riots, arresting looters, and searching for the great many Bay City residents still on the missing list.

If anything, the crime rate in the ruined Bay City is even higher, but Price has been taking more and more time away from work to spend with Faith, and is still visibly pained whenever their separate work requires them to go out into the city seperately.

John Price lays beside Faith in the dark, unable to sleep.

"Faith? . . . I've been thinking. The University is destroyed. I know there's a lot of good for you to do here, but eventually, you're going to have to go elsewhere to continue your studies, and maintain your visa. Maybe, someplace safer, farther from Dracon, no matter how safe they say it is now. I just wanted you to know, if you wanted me to, I could . . . request a transfer."

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Kell

"Mary?"

He closed the door to the house behind him, sweeping his dark jacket around, his attractive features etched with worry.

Man, I shouldn't have left her alone for so long. I feel responsible for her. Even the lone wolf wants a pack to protect... especially the lone wolf...

"Mary, are you here? I'm going to be taking the car into Bay City... I was injured for a while, but now that I've recovered, I'm going in to function as a healer... have you been following the news?"

He glanced around, sighing as he saw the rather messy surroundings. Probably caught up in whatever she's been doing again. Oh, Mary... He chuckled softly to himself, seating himself on a couch immediately as he glanced around, seeing if his pretty young artist friend would appear from any of the other doors.

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: The Doctor is the one who sent me against the crusher and the stone man did nothing to prevent my shame. I suppose I shouldn't care about them. They obviously didn't care about me. "If your going to stay, tell me one thing." I considered what was here.

This city is dead, those who remain her will eventually die. If I remain here would I too die? Would my shame end? No their are those who could find me here, and I would be alone. This place is over, I should head to one that is alive. I am gambling, I am betting things will be better if I go.

"Did my goal in battling the crusher work? Did the police set me free? Can I leave here?" If this town is dead, I should leave. I should head some were I can create new life in me. Bridges is near by, I always wondered about life there. Perhaps that is where I'll go.

 

[Morgoth]

"Get off of me!" the Crusher roared. Heat sprayed out in all directions, utterly incinerating everything around him. Where just a moment ago a forest had stood was now an empty clearing. He lifted into the air, his regeneration finally given impetus. "Did I not say I was perfection?!" he roared, sending a massive wave of heat into the forest. "You will fall away from me like leaves or you will die!" he roared, sending another. Still the trees advanced. "What is wrong with you?! Are you too idiotic too understand death when you stare it in the face?" he screamed at the trees, which finally, after another heat wave, turned and loped back. He flew down to Rufus. "Excellent", he said, clasping Rufus's arm as his right side reknit. Within a minute, he was back to his self.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

"Chameleon Networking could very well save your life, that combined with Proxy Networking could make you one of the most powerful Gifted around. Try it again."

Jen looked around at the elaborate scene Dr.Brewster had set up, these were all CODA employees in costume of course but it was very convincing. Her goal was to gain access to a murder scene without using stealth and leave with a peice of evidence.

She walked up to the uniformed "police officer" and looked him in the eye, quickly establishing contact. In reality she merely held out her wallet but in her mindscape he saw a badge identifying her as a member of a federal investigation agency. She was allowed through.

She quickly identified the unit from the crime lab and decided to remove the detective and beat cop around them. She approached the detective and quickly established contact with him. Appearing as a detective of a greater rank than the one on the detective's badge she requested that he check out something "over there" with the beat cop.
The detective extended his link to the beat cop with quick eye contact and the two were off. The crimelab operator held the item she required in a plastic bag.

Once she got him in the net she used the same disguise to ask for the evidence.

"Congratulations you will be spending the next ten years in prison. Pick the right disguise for the job, or be ready to disguise your objective. You scored a 55%, we'll do this again after lunch."

The group of actors left for the cafeteria leaving a very disappointed Brewster "You aren't picking up on this cloak and dagger aspect as well as I would have hoped."

 

[Mirad182]

Miradamere watched as the trees retrieted after the crusher's amazing desplay of super human power. The whole forest was levelled. As he came down to join him he returned the gesture and officially bacame partners with perhaps one of the world's super powers.

"Before anything else happens we must take a bit of a trip." He reholsterred his handguns and started to walk. I have a camp a few miles from here. I have to restock and get a few things.

He started walking. Leaping up to the top of a rock cliff he continued."You can follow f you wish. You might find it .... interresting." He peered out over the water and it is then that he saw the dome of energy. It was a pale florescent color and encompassed the island in a dome. I wonder how long that will last he thought. He bandaged up his wound with a white cloth from his pocket wiped off the knife and walked further into the island wasteland.......

 

[Morgoth]

The Crusher followed, his interest piqued.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Symphony
Symphony sighed and took a sip from the beer,then set it back down without taking any more."i hope that dammed bubble of yours holds,i can hear whatever the hell's in their trying to get out already(ooc note:if u think sound wouldnt get trhrough PLS tell me^.^)

Loki
Loki stared hard at the poster,then stepped forward and carefully freed it,laying it down on a collapsed portion of the roof,sitting on a chunk next to it and staring at it,letting himself relax...

 

[SwampThing]

Loki

Loki sees the name of the artist, Mary Monroe, floating against the glowing grid. Beneath her name he watches information scroll; birthdate (about 25 years ago), Argon ID# number, bank assets, last known address . . .

He feels, more than reads, a flood of recent e-mail correspondence from the National Gallery executives. Mary's paintings had not yet been moved to the Gallery, and so survived the destruction. She still has the paintings. The exhibition may be moved to Bridges, or to Argopolis. Or it might be cancelled altogether. The paintings are being valued at over a million dollars each, even though Mary herself is an unknown, with no documented formal training.

Mary's ID photo floats in cyberspace, breathtakingly beautiful, her blonde hair and blue eyes unlike and people Loki has ever seen or heard of.

Her last known address is confirmed as destroyed, but her bank statement reveals the recent purchase of a house in the desert, registered under the name Kell Claudas. In a flash, Loki knows the house's map co-ordinates and floorplan.

"Excuse me," says a purple cloud in the air. For a second
Loki thinks he's still in the data hallucination. But the small cloud is floating next to him in the ruins of the art museum. It speaks with a child's voice.

"Excuse me, but the gallery is off-limits, sir. The salvage crews haven't been through here yet, and it's still dangerous." The purple thing changed quickly into a crude stickman and some falling rocks, like a crayon sketch in the air.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Loki
hmm?oh wha?oh yes sorry"
Standing slowly he brushed himself off,rubbing his eyes softly before reaching out at a whim,his hand piercing the cloud and gripping,something .
For some odd reason he started to smile softly,too.

 

[SwampThing]

Squiggle squirms and dances. "Hee hee! That tickles! 'Cmon, mister, you better go." The purple thing floats away from Loki and turns itself into an arrow, pointing the way out.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

He blinks and followed the lil,thing whatever it was out wihtout protest,already thinking about how to get to this Mary Monroe,and what to do once he gets there(?)

 

[SwampThing]

Nia

The social worker sighs. "Well, we can't force you to join us, or to use your abilties to better humanity. But please, if you ever reconsider, contat us. There are GAIA Embassies in most major cities, and you can always reach us by the toll-free number. I know Dr. Dugan is sorry not to have been able to see you again personally, and he'd look forward from hearing from you at any time. We'll be reassigning this room tomorrow. There's no shortage of wounded who need the facililties, and you no longer need our help.

"We've settled your problems with the police, and can issue you a tourist visa for 6 months. As for where you go from here, that's up to you."

He leaves Nia alone with her thoughts and her new visa.

 

[SwampThing]

Dracon Island

The forest entity is much to huge to be destroyed by the Crusher's flames, as large as a ciy itself. The burning edges roll over, smothering out the flames in the dirt. The trees move cautiously away from the pair, the forest allowing them passage. But dead animal eyes still watch from the edges of the trees.

Underfoot, the grass is miraculously untouched by the fire, still bright, springy and cool to the touch. As the mobile forest entity moves slowly southward, other independent trees are left in it's wake. Some are furry, or made of stone, metal, glass, or blue plasma. Some tower overhead, taller than any natural tree. One bears fruit like bloody meat, another like clear crystal globes with lightning trapped inside, another bears balls of fire. One tree is surrounded by shifting, shimmering shapes of men, and animals, huge bees and black rain. The visions fade like smoke as the Crusher and Rufus draw near.

They are coming closer upon Rufus' camp, and the violet crystal spires still rise far in the distance, beyond the mutant trees. At this distance, it is hard to guess their size, but they seem to be over 100 stories tall. Between the camp and the spires, something still roars and crashes.

A small flock of glistening, disembodied eyeballs floats overhead, watching the pair move through the trees. The largest are the size of a basketball. They follow, but don't come too close.

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: I heard the door shut after the social worker. "I wonder how long I've been free to go?" I went back looking out the window down at the streets. When I first arrived back here the place seemed almost hopeful, I simply was happy to leave the night mare behind. It's a shame I didn't wake up.

I looked to the door and the location the social worker had been in. "Imagine what a transfusion of my blood could do. What do they think my blood is that of the Loa? Do they think I am a god? If that is the case Sucajin* was right, the gods are pitifully human."

I walk toward the door all of my belongings on me. I simply had what I wore and even that was a gift for me. I now wore a pink t-shit and an old white skirt. I also had the lab coat from the Doctor, the one piece of clothing that wasn't damaged by the crusher's actions.

OOC: Sucajin was a famous play writer from ancient times. His plays were epic tales of the gods and their children, similar to Greek myth. Like the Greeks his gods were very human in personality.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

Jen looked at the mess below her, the people were working hard to rebuild their destroyed homes and businesses but it would be awhile before the city was returned to a sembalnce of it's former self.

Still, she was not sitting in this helicopter to watch the citizens below. Dr.Brewster wanted Jen to meet Monolith and the woman Nia, if it were still possible.

"Monolith is in the employ of CODA I understand, hopefully we will find out if this woman is compatible with our work. I believe your powers will be of use to them either way, with my training you should be able to facilitate mental and perhaps even physical therapy."

 

[Mirad182]

Rufus enterred the little metal shack. The still burning laboratory blazing in the background. It was a small little shack. The wals were made of metal. The only light came from a single electric light in the middle of the ceiling. There was a samll metal table in one corner and a bed on the opposite wall. He walked in and sat down. He rummaged through a small black box. He pulled out his two guns and after reloading them laid the empty clips back into the box. He had 4 left and wasn't planning on using them any time soon. He put both guns and his knife on the table and sate on his bed. He took out a small package from underneath a charred blanket. It was a small vile of black liquid He openned the stoper and downed what was left. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body was filled with a rush of energy. Veins popped out of his neck and arms. Dark black veins. His muscels swelled. When he finally came out of it he, felt energized and refreshed.

"The only thing keeping me alive."

He looked over at the Crusher that was following. "So why are you here?" he asked most curriously. "What are you after?"

 

[Morgoth]

"I'm not here because of choice. I thought we went over that already? But if you mean where am I going, well... I'm heading to the city. I need Loa Blood. Lots of it."