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Dollar
The voice spoke softly throughout the hall, coming through various hidden speakers.
"We do not wish to rush you, but time is of the essence. If you are all physically and mentally rested, we will bring you back to the main conference room and from there, send you to where our last patrol was lost. We understand if you need more time, however. As we said, we are relying on you to be able to operate as individuals so we will not try to force you, however, please consider that it is now evening here and, if the timing continues as it was, then we expect the next calamity to take place within twelve hours."
The voice spoke softly throughout the hall, coming through various hidden speakers.
"We do not wish to rush you, but time is of the essence. If you are all physically and mentally rested, we will bring you back to the main conference room and from there, send you to where our last patrol was lost. We understand if you need more time, however. As we said, we are relying on you to be able to operate as individuals so we will not try to force you, however, please consider that it is now evening here and, if the timing continues as it was, then we expect the next calamity to take place within twelve hours."
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Plague
"Oop." Hearing the voice, plague hastilly pulled on the overclothes for the cold weather, not trusting them to give him any time. They weren't exactly polite during the initial change, were they? Once he had everything in place, he grunted.
"Well, I'm ready, and hot. But I guess that'll work out well in the long run. C'mon then, let's get a move on. Off, to the frozen,....south,....yeah,....."
"Oop." Hearing the voice, plague hastilly pulled on the overclothes for the cold weather, not trusting them to give him any time. They weren't exactly polite during the initial change, were they? Once he had everything in place, he grunted.
"Well, I'm ready, and hot. But I guess that'll work out well in the long run. C'mon then, let's get a move on. Off, to the frozen,....south,....yeah,....."
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Mirage
As the others came into the hall, Mirage (it was becoming easy to think of herself as that name) noted the penchant for black. I wonder, she thought, if that bespeaks something about their souls? She noted the young man with the accent, Australian? The non-descript gentleman in the long coat, and the most arresting of all, the one with the hair that seemed to float around him.
The voice interrupted her thoughts as she and the others were summoned back to the main conference room.
As the others came into the hall, Mirage (it was becoming easy to think of herself as that name) noted the penchant for black. I wonder, she thought, if that bespeaks something about their souls? She noted the young man with the accent, Australian? The non-descript gentleman in the long coat, and the most arresting of all, the one with the hair that seemed to float around him.
The voice interrupted her thoughts as she and the others were summoned back to the main conference room.
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Asha Tambika/Wayfarer
Asha lay crying in the main hall. Her powerful frame was a weak wreck, abandoned on the floor by hope. Dollar tried to calm her.
"Asha, we must bring the others back here so that we can get this operation underway. Please. I understand how this has shocked you, but you must be strong."
"Strong?!" she screamed. "Strong? I tried that and all that happened is I destroyed everyone!"
"Not everyone. You among several others are still alive..."
"Alive means nothing when any chance of a real life is gone! You know what their people would do to them if they went back now! Even if the police failed to take them, they'd be a sufficient menace that the government would use anything and everything down to nuclear weapons eventually!"
There was a pause as Dollar thought this over. "Perhaps, perhaps not. However you knew there was no other way... If you must blame someone blame the people doing this, or even me!"
She stood to stare at the screen where the face was displayed. "No, beloved... you know I could never blame you for anything... You know that."
His reply appeared stifled in his throat as he appeared to be about to cry himself. "I- I am sorry, but it is time. You should dress..."
She nodded, wiping away the tears. "No... if there is nothing else I can give them now then at least let the men enjoy my body. The sight, the touch, anything. Few of them will ever be able to receive a normal woman's touch again. I have no right to deny them that."
Dollar made to protest but she raised a hand to stop him.
"I will do this for you, beloved, but there is something you must do for me. When this is over. If we somehow manage to prevent the apocalypse... Kill me!"
"What?"
"Kill me... I have no wish to exist like this and there is no going back. As far as I am concerned I am dead already, but I do not have the guts to kill myself. If you really love me, promise now!"
"NO!" He snapped the response in anger and fear and confusion. "No! You're not thinking straight. Look, it may be bad for them, but you're used to living here... and you still have me."
She shook her head. "Not anymore. I feel ripped apart inside and do not want to feel better... and I don't even want you to see me looking like this. Do it, William, if you truly love me, agree to kill me and end my misery. After all, the Worldgov states that if one life must be sacrificed to save millions they will do it. And without your promise I will not leave."
"Very well," he said as the image flicked off.
Somehow she didn't believe his promise, but there was no time to argue. One by one the survivors of the change were all being teleported back inside.
Asha lay crying in the main hall. Her powerful frame was a weak wreck, abandoned on the floor by hope. Dollar tried to calm her.
"Asha, we must bring the others back here so that we can get this operation underway. Please. I understand how this has shocked you, but you must be strong."
"Strong?!" she screamed. "Strong? I tried that and all that happened is I destroyed everyone!"
"Not everyone. You among several others are still alive..."
"Alive means nothing when any chance of a real life is gone! You know what their people would do to them if they went back now! Even if the police failed to take them, they'd be a sufficient menace that the government would use anything and everything down to nuclear weapons eventually!"
There was a pause as Dollar thought this over. "Perhaps, perhaps not. However you knew there was no other way... If you must blame someone blame the people doing this, or even me!"
She stood to stare at the screen where the face was displayed. "No, beloved... you know I could never blame you for anything... You know that."
His reply appeared stifled in his throat as he appeared to be about to cry himself. "I- I am sorry, but it is time. You should dress..."
She nodded, wiping away the tears. "No... if there is nothing else I can give them now then at least let the men enjoy my body. The sight, the touch, anything. Few of them will ever be able to receive a normal woman's touch again. I have no right to deny them that."
Dollar made to protest but she raised a hand to stop him.
"I will do this for you, beloved, but there is something you must do for me. When this is over. If we somehow manage to prevent the apocalypse... Kill me!"
"What?"
"Kill me... I have no wish to exist like this and there is no going back. As far as I am concerned I am dead already, but I do not have the guts to kill myself. If you really love me, promise now!"
"NO!" He snapped the response in anger and fear and confusion. "No! You're not thinking straight. Look, it may be bad for them, but you're used to living here... and you still have me."
She shook her head. "Not anymore. I feel ripped apart inside and do not want to feel better... and I don't even want you to see me looking like this. Do it, William, if you truly love me, agree to kill me and end my misery. After all, the Worldgov states that if one life must be sacrificed to save millions they will do it. And without your promise I will not leave."
"Very well," he said as the image flicked off.
Somehow she didn't believe his promise, but there was no time to argue. One by one the survivors of the change were all being teleported back inside.
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Mirage
Somehow, without time for her brain to register movement, Mirage was back in the conference room. It was different, her normal senses immediately recorded the changes. The bodies were gone, as was the overwhelming stench of burning flesh she had recalled from before. Yet, she was assailed by a far worse force than she had previously encountered. Guilt and pain flooded into her.
She looked about for the source of such anguish. It was immediately evident. A stunning African woman, tall, so much taller than Mirage. The woman's breasts heaved as she sobbed, her perfectly toned muscles glistened in the artificial light of the room. Her eight arms wrapped about her torso, as if seeking to soothe their bearer.
Mirage reacted without thought, immediately projecting into the woman's mind a soothing voice.
"Don't do this. Do not blame yourself for those who have not survived. Think, instead, of those who have... and need you to continue."
The woman, Wayfarer, Mirage's mind filled in the details, had been intimately involved in "the calling". As Mirage struggled to project calm, peacefullness, into the woman's mind, she was almost overpowered by the resitance, the mindblock, Wayfarer constructed. "Obviously telepathic" Mirage deduced what Erica might never have comprehended. She focused again.
"Wayfarer, Asha, We need you! Be strong. For our sakes!"
Somehow, without time for her brain to register movement, Mirage was back in the conference room. It was different, her normal senses immediately recorded the changes. The bodies were gone, as was the overwhelming stench of burning flesh she had recalled from before. Yet, she was assailed by a far worse force than she had previously encountered. Guilt and pain flooded into her.
She looked about for the source of such anguish. It was immediately evident. A stunning African woman, tall, so much taller than Mirage. The woman's breasts heaved as she sobbed, her perfectly toned muscles glistened in the artificial light of the room. Her eight arms wrapped about her torso, as if seeking to soothe their bearer.
Mirage reacted without thought, immediately projecting into the woman's mind a soothing voice.
"Don't do this. Do not blame yourself for those who have not survived. Think, instead, of those who have... and need you to continue."
The woman, Wayfarer, Mirage's mind filled in the details, had been intimately involved in "the calling". As Mirage struggled to project calm, peacefullness, into the woman's mind, she was almost overpowered by the resitance, the mindblock, Wayfarer constructed. "Obviously telepathic" Mirage deduced what Erica might never have comprehended. She focused again.
"Wayfarer, Asha, We need you! Be strong. For our sakes!"
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Asha Tambika/Wayfarer
Asha glared around the room, making motions with one of her hands as she sought out the source of the voice in her mind. Mirage... Their eyes locked and she took in the vision of the white woman, her skin aglow and radiant. So beautiful, she was the one whom Asha had taken hope in when she considered how she would be able to adjust to her new condition, until she thought how easily bored she would be by normal people.
"Do not try to calm me!" She spat back mentally. "I will die for what I have done, its only right that I do. But don't worry, I'll be strong till this is over."
Asha glared around the room, making motions with one of her hands as she sought out the source of the voice in her mind. Mirage... Their eyes locked and she took in the vision of the white woman, her skin aglow and radiant. So beautiful, she was the one whom Asha had taken hope in when she considered how she would be able to adjust to her new condition, until she thought how easily bored she would be by normal people.
"Do not try to calm me!" She spat back mentally. "I will die for what I have done, its only right that I do. But don't worry, I'll be strong till this is over."
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Mirage
Mirage's mind recoiled from the force of Wayfarer's response. As an empath, Mirage stood little chance in a battle of wills with a true telepath, and it was painfully obvious to her that Wayfarer was just such a one. Still, Mirage tried again.
"You blame yourself, I understand," she projected, trying desperately to work through the woman's mental defenses. "And what you do in the end, that is your choice and yours alone. But a chance for atonement awaits. Help us, as you could not help the others. Wayfarer, we need you."
Her eyes remained locked in a crucial stare off with the woman.
" You must not fail! the voice warned her, "The fate of all depends on this woman"
Her conscious mind screamed to break off eye contact with the African, but something deep inside her kept Mirage from doing so.
"Calm yourself, and lead us," she projected, aware that the fate of the mission, the world, might depend on this confrontation.
Mirage's mind recoiled from the force of Wayfarer's response. As an empath, Mirage stood little chance in a battle of wills with a true telepath, and it was painfully obvious to her that Wayfarer was just such a one. Still, Mirage tried again.
"You blame yourself, I understand," she projected, trying desperately to work through the woman's mental defenses. "And what you do in the end, that is your choice and yours alone. But a chance for atonement awaits. Help us, as you could not help the others. Wayfarer, we need you."
Her eyes remained locked in a crucial stare off with the woman.
" You must not fail! the voice warned her, "The fate of all depends on this woman"
Her conscious mind screamed to break off eye contact with the African, but something deep inside her kept Mirage from doing so.
"Calm yourself, and lead us," she projected, aware that the fate of the mission, the world, might depend on this confrontation.
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Asha Tambika/Wayfarer
Wayfarer's response was the telepathic equivelant of a scream.
"DO YOU NOT LISTEN?! I SAID THAT I WOULD GO WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP ON THIS MISSION! I HAVE NO OPTION, IN THE END NONE OF US DO BECAUSE IF WE DO NOT DO IT THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE DESTROYED!"
Asha closed her eyes momentarily, weeping against the force of her emotions. "Besides... I may get lucky and not live through this mission. Whatever is doing this is obviously extremely powerful. Powerful enough, perhaps, to kill even us."
Wayfarer's response was the telepathic equivelant of a scream.
"DO YOU NOT LISTEN?! I SAID THAT I WOULD GO WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP ON THIS MISSION! I HAVE NO OPTION, IN THE END NONE OF US DO BECAUSE IF WE DO NOT DO IT THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE DESTROYED!"
Asha closed her eyes momentarily, weeping against the force of her emotions. "Besides... I may get lucky and not live through this mission. Whatever is doing this is obviously extremely powerful. Powerful enough, perhaps, to kill even us."
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Demon
I follow the others and listen to what is said. A habit from the past. I had and still believed that actions speak louder than words. One of the survivors was having trouble dealing with this and it was understandable. We were no longer human, we were now something much more and in some ways worse. I didn't know how the rest felt about it, but I accepted the fact that I was different now. It was the only way I knew to maintain my sanity in this insane situation.
"I need to get my other outfit and I will be ready to go" I say to the person giving the briefing.
I follow the others and listen to what is said. A habit from the past. I had and still believed that actions speak louder than words. One of the survivors was having trouble dealing with this and it was understandable. We were no longer human, we were now something much more and in some ways worse. I didn't know how the rest felt about it, but I accepted the fact that I was different now. It was the only way I knew to maintain my sanity in this insane situation.
"I need to get my other outfit and I will be ready to go" I say to the person giving the briefing.
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Mirage
The force of Wayfarer's response was too much for Mirage. Her mind broke away from the psychic scream, her body collapsed on the floor. But her heart, so long frozen, began to thaw.
The force of Wayfarer's response was too much for Mirage. Her mind broke away from the psychic scream, her body collapsed on the floor. But her heart, so long frozen, began to thaw.
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Demon
I watch as the woman in the dark coat collapses to the floor unconcious. I walk over to her and scoop her up in my arms. My strength must have increase to match my size because she seems to be like a feather to me.
"We will have to wait a little while for her to recover" I say to the others as I carry her back to her room.
I enter her room and place her on the bed. What happened to her I wonder as I sit down in a chair near the bed.
I watch as the woman in the dark coat collapses to the floor unconcious. I walk over to her and scoop her up in my arms. My strength must have increase to match my size because she seems to be like a feather to me.
"We will have to wait a little while for her to recover" I say to the others as I carry her back to her room.
I enter her room and place her on the bed. What happened to her I wonder as I sit down in a chair near the bed.
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Mirage
She feels his strong arms as he carries her, the heat of his chest as he holds her to him. He lays her gently on the bed, then watches over her. She does not need to be an empath to sense his kindness, his compassion. She slowly opens her eyes.
It is the large one, the ferocious looking one.... like a demon. She can sense what lies beneath such a frightful exterior, the kindness. her heart, thawing more, aches at the thought that people may not see beneath the terrifying exterior.
Her hand reaches out, strokes softly the reddish skin of his.
"Thank you," she whispers.
She feels his strong arms as he carries her, the heat of his chest as he holds her to him. He lays her gently on the bed, then watches over her. She does not need to be an empath to sense his kindness, his compassion. She slowly opens her eyes.
It is the large one, the ferocious looking one.... like a demon. She can sense what lies beneath such a frightful exterior, the kindness. her heart, thawing more, aches at the thought that people may not see beneath the terrifying exterior.
Her hand reaches out, strokes softly the reddish skin of his.
"Thank you," she whispers.
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Demon
"Thank you," she whispers.
"Your welcome, what happened to you back there?" I say to her as she strokes my hand. "I refer to myself as Demon now, but before I was known as Gunther Munz. You said your name is Mirage, correct."
I am intrigued by her. She is not afraid of me in any way. That is strange, my appearance should frighten most anyone.
"Thank you," she whispers.
"Your welcome, what happened to you back there?" I say to her as she strokes my hand. "I refer to myself as Demon now, but before I was known as Gunther Munz. You said your name is Mirage, correct."
I am intrigued by her. She is not afraid of me in any way. That is strange, my appearance should frighten most anyone.
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Mirage
"Demon," she repeats the name. "quite fitting, for your appearance. But I know what exists beneath, I can feel Gunther, a good man, still survives."
She smiles at him, "As to what happened 'back there'. Let's call it a meeting of the minds, and mine definitely came out on the losing end. Wayfarer, she is powerful, and, quite possibly, the best of us all. But she is hurting, and needs our support, if this mission is to suceed. Now, I think we had best not keep them waiting, I can sense Ama... I mean Blazer... becoming impatient. And I don't think she is one we wish to see impatient."
Mirage rises from the bed, steadying herself on Demon's massive shoulder. For a moment, their eyes lock. Instinctively, her mind reaches out to his, a rush of warmth, friendship.
"Come," she beckons towards the door, "They await."
"Demon," she repeats the name. "quite fitting, for your appearance. But I know what exists beneath, I can feel Gunther, a good man, still survives."
She smiles at him, "As to what happened 'back there'. Let's call it a meeting of the minds, and mine definitely came out on the losing end. Wayfarer, she is powerful, and, quite possibly, the best of us all. But she is hurting, and needs our support, if this mission is to suceed. Now, I think we had best not keep them waiting, I can sense Ama... I mean Blazer... becoming impatient. And I don't think she is one we wish to see impatient."
Mirage rises from the bed, steadying herself on Demon's massive shoulder. For a moment, their eyes lock. Instinctively, her mind reaches out to his, a rush of warmth, friendship.
"Come," she beckons towards the door, "They await."
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Demon
I rise from the chair and follow her out of the room and back to the others. I stop quickly at my own room and get my other outfit. We will probably be leaving soon, and I want to be ready.
I rise from the chair and follow her out of the room and back to the others. I stop quickly at my own room and get my other outfit. We will probably be leaving soon, and I want to be ready.
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Alex Smith/ Bloodwynd
Once again I feel the familiar twisting of my entire body as i am teleported back into the transformation chamber. I think this time i have it, I can probably do this myself now. I notice the african woman, Wayfarer I believe she was called, huddled in the middle of the chamber, weeping. The woman in the coat walks over to her & tries to sooth her with her mind. What ensuesd can only be described as a telepathic pimp-slap that left Mirage almost uncouncious. This woman, Wayfarer was one fucked-up bitch.
HEY!!!!!!!! I was catching all this with my MIND! Guess i'm telekentic and telepathic!
Well, we were all changed, & for better or worse we needed to all be working together, and not suicidal.
I decided that Mirage had tried tact, so I guess brute force may work better.
I reach out & grab her with my TK, picking her up & slinging her around until she is facing me, our faces inches away from each other.
* LISTEN ASHA, WE ALL HAVE BEEN CHANGED, FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, BUT YOU HAVE TO PULL YOUR HEAD OUT AND ACCEPT THAT WHAT HAPPENED, HAPPENED! NOW STOP THE PITY PARTY, GET SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON, AND GET BACK HERE SO WE CAN KEEP THE WORLD IN ONE PIECE! NOW GO GET READY, UNLESS YOU WANT MILLIONS OF LIVES ON YOUR HANDS BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T ACT!*
I then dropped her there in front of me, turned and walked back to the wall, leaning against it watching her, waiting for either a attack, or for her to get ready to take out some bad people.
Once again I feel the familiar twisting of my entire body as i am teleported back into the transformation chamber. I think this time i have it, I can probably do this myself now. I notice the african woman, Wayfarer I believe she was called, huddled in the middle of the chamber, weeping. The woman in the coat walks over to her & tries to sooth her with her mind. What ensuesd can only be described as a telepathic pimp-slap that left Mirage almost uncouncious. This woman, Wayfarer was one fucked-up bitch.
HEY!!!!!!!! I was catching all this with my MIND! Guess i'm telekentic and telepathic!
Well, we were all changed, & for better or worse we needed to all be working together, and not suicidal.
I decided that Mirage had tried tact, so I guess brute force may work better.
I reach out & grab her with my TK, picking her up & slinging her around until she is facing me, our faces inches away from each other.
* LISTEN ASHA, WE ALL HAVE BEEN CHANGED, FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, BUT YOU HAVE TO PULL YOUR HEAD OUT AND ACCEPT THAT WHAT HAPPENED, HAPPENED! NOW STOP THE PITY PARTY, GET SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON, AND GET BACK HERE SO WE CAN KEEP THE WORLD IN ONE PIECE! NOW GO GET READY, UNLESS YOU WANT MILLIONS OF LIVES ON YOUR HANDS BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T ACT!*
I then dropped her there in front of me, turned and walked back to the wall, leaning against it watching her, waiting for either a attack, or for her to get ready to take out some bad people.
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Bruce/Weaver
Weaver was fully ready, and, while he waited for the others to get ready, he stood aside from the others, paying no heed to them, his concentration on the webs around him, trying to discover exactly what his powers were. For a while he did this, subtly changing the air, a table, a chair, before he grew tired, and a small pain began in his head.
He shook his head, trying to snap out of the trance he had been in, desperate to be once more Bruce, the beer-drinking, care-free, ocker. His attempts were in vain, he thought with grim acceptance, before he turned to the others, slowly making his way over to where a group of the others were.
"Are we ready?" he asked softly.
Weaver was fully ready, and, while he waited for the others to get ready, he stood aside from the others, paying no heed to them, his concentration on the webs around him, trying to discover exactly what his powers were. For a while he did this, subtly changing the air, a table, a chair, before he grew tired, and a small pain began in his head.
He shook his head, trying to snap out of the trance he had been in, desperate to be once more Bruce, the beer-drinking, care-free, ocker. His attempts were in vain, he thought with grim acceptance, before he turned to the others, slowly making his way over to where a group of the others were.
"Are we ready?" he asked softly.
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Plague
He pushed back the hood of his thick coat, letting his hair up into the room. He glanced around. Okay, everyone seemed very busy. The heat of the clothes was uncomfortable, but it wasn't unbearable. He suspected that his body had more bacteria, which were feeding off the warmth. It was still uncomfortable, though.
"Okay, so, are we going to be briefed, or are you just going to drop us in and hope for the best? Because, really, I don't know about everyone's background, but I seriously doubt that we're all ready for some serious action. I, personally, have no experience in taking down terrorist and such. So, unless you have a really good plan for what we're supposed to do, I hope you have a backup plan."
He shrugged, looking around at everyone. He glance at the eight-armed woman, before politely turning away. She was naked, after all. And she seemed to be in a serious emotional state, which he could understand. Life, as they knew it, was over. For good. Plague grinned. He hadn't liked that life much anyway.
He pushed back the hood of his thick coat, letting his hair up into the room. He glanced around. Okay, everyone seemed very busy. The heat of the clothes was uncomfortable, but it wasn't unbearable. He suspected that his body had more bacteria, which were feeding off the warmth. It was still uncomfortable, though.
"Okay, so, are we going to be briefed, or are you just going to drop us in and hope for the best? Because, really, I don't know about everyone's background, but I seriously doubt that we're all ready for some serious action. I, personally, have no experience in taking down terrorist and such. So, unless you have a really good plan for what we're supposed to do, I hope you have a backup plan."
He shrugged, looking around at everyone. He glance at the eight-armed woman, before politely turning away. She was naked, after all. And she seemed to be in a serious emotional state, which he could understand. Life, as they knew it, was over. For good. Plague grinned. He hadn't liked that life much anyway.
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Asha Tambika/Wayfarer
The voice coming over the speaker system was not supported by an image, obviously Worldgov intended to remain a secret. It also sounded much less confident as it answered one of the questions posed.
"Even our satellites and mission operatives have so far failed to discover much of anything about the people or beings causing this disaster. For that reason, it has been hard to plan anything. As stated before, we have determined the origin point of the number sequence transmission, but that is all. Obviously, these beings have no intention of waiting while plans are drawn or while you are trained. For that reason most of this will be thinking on your feet. Thankfully, from your files, I believe two of you are military trained and as such may be well equipped to lead the mission."
Asha ingored what was being said as she reflected on the way Bloodwynd had treated her. She reached out with her mind to speak to his, her voice calm and cool, devoid it seemed of any emotion but satisfaction.
"Thank you," she said telepathically.
He wouldn't understand. He would think she was thanking him for sorting her out, but that wasn't the case. She was thanking him for the hatred. Now she knew she had at least one person she could rely on to kill her. What he thought was self-pity was almost exactly its opposite. She wanted to die.
The voice coming over the speaker system was not supported by an image, obviously Worldgov intended to remain a secret. It also sounded much less confident as it answered one of the questions posed.
"Even our satellites and mission operatives have so far failed to discover much of anything about the people or beings causing this disaster. For that reason, it has been hard to plan anything. As stated before, we have determined the origin point of the number sequence transmission, but that is all. Obviously, these beings have no intention of waiting while plans are drawn or while you are trained. For that reason most of this will be thinking on your feet. Thankfully, from your files, I believe two of you are military trained and as such may be well equipped to lead the mission."
Asha ingored what was being said as she reflected on the way Bloodwynd had treated her. She reached out with her mind to speak to his, her voice calm and cool, devoid it seemed of any emotion but satisfaction.
"Thank you," she said telepathically.
He wouldn't understand. He would think she was thanking him for sorting her out, but that wasn't the case. She was thanking him for the hatred. Now she knew she had at least one person she could rely on to kill her. What he thought was self-pity was almost exactly its opposite. She wanted to die.
The GrandMage
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Plague
He sighed, and rolled his eyes. Two of them had training, and their powers were supposed to give them the upper hand. It was a silly idea, especially since most of them probably didn't know how to use the full extent of their powers. He shrugged, oh well.
"Ehh. Could be worse, I suppose. Could've died as Claude, sitting around on my fat ass. At least I get to die trying to save the world, right? I mean, it is the way I always wanted to go. Thanks for giving me the chance, I suppose."
He shrugged again, and pulled his hood up with a grin. It was better than his old life, even if it was going to be short-lived. "Alright, then, let's go! Won't save the world sitting on our asses!"
He sighed, and rolled his eyes. Two of them had training, and their powers were supposed to give them the upper hand. It was a silly idea, especially since most of them probably didn't know how to use the full extent of their powers. He shrugged, oh well.
"Ehh. Could be worse, I suppose. Could've died as Claude, sitting around on my fat ass. At least I get to die trying to save the world, right? I mean, it is the way I always wanted to go. Thanks for giving me the chance, I suppose."
He shrugged again, and pulled his hood up with a grin. It was better than his old life, even if it was going to be short-lived. "Alright, then, let's go! Won't save the world sitting on our asses!"
Abraxas Winterlight
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Alex Smith/ Bloodwynd
Wayfarer stands slowly after I drop her, shaking herself out & looking over at me.
*thank you.*
I slowly nod at her, then notice the one everyone calls Demon, & the girl called Mirage are back. Well, thats the entire group of survivors in one place.
" Ok, oh great and Powerful Oz, beam us out to where its nice & frosty. I, for one, am tired of waiting." I say loudly to the cieling.
Wayfarer stands slowly after I drop her, shaking herself out & looking over at me.
*thank you.*
I slowly nod at her, then notice the one everyone calls Demon, & the girl called Mirage are back. Well, thats the entire group of survivors in one place.
" Ok, oh great and Powerful Oz, beam us out to where its nice & frosty. I, for one, am tired of waiting." I say loudly to the cieling.
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Lacewing
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Blazer, AKA Amanda sat quietly in the corner waiting for the word as to their fate to be set and hoped that they would get to it soon. She was sick of watching everyone argue and make faces. Boo hoo the world just shit on them.
Wasn't nothing new to her. At least this time.
The shit came with a little power too.
Wasn't nothing new to her. At least this time.
The shit came with a little power too.
Dark Warrior
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Bruce/Weaver
Weaver looked sideways at the one known as Plague; he didn't much like the man's attitude at all. Still, at least he was going to help.
"Yeah, let's get this show on the road. Personally, I can't wait to kick some evil asses." Weaver said, his eyes searching the other members for any signs of emotion. That was one thing he had not yet learned how to interpret in his new world: body language. He couldn't tell whether that was a smile or a frown, or anything else for that matter.
Weaver looked sideways at the one known as Plague; he didn't much like the man's attitude at all. Still, at least he was going to help.
"Yeah, let's get this show on the road. Personally, I can't wait to kick some evil asses." Weaver said, his eyes searching the other members for any signs of emotion. That was one thing he had not yet learned how to interpret in his new world: body language. He couldn't tell whether that was a smile or a frown, or anything else for that matter.
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