Reluctant Heroes

She didn't know what he was doing till he asked her what happen to her site :lost it this morning: she signed. she couldn't remember if he was one of the ones that understood, but the sign for 'morning' was fairly common among everyone. Rising arm was easy to desern as rising sun.
 
Weaver

Weaver suddenly heard the other members of the team reacting to something, and turned to see them all staring around in horror. He looked from side to side, wondering what it was they seemed so scared about.
"What, what is it?" he asked, but his voice was lost in the confusion that the others were in.
Images... the room uses Virtual Reality, and, of course, you see Reality. That means you can't see what they're seeing...
"Makes sense." Weaver muttered under his breath. Before he could do anything further, Bloodwynd nearly killed them all, before the others all began to leave the room. Weaver followed them out, heading back towards his room as the voice of Dollar filled the passageways. Weaver suddenly stopped dead when he heard what had happened to Australia.
The realisation set in: every person he knew, his friends and family, his entire country had been destroyed. Everything he had ever known was gone.
In a daze he wandered back towards his room, walking into the room, a shocked look on his face. He collapsed on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a blank look on his face.
 
Mirage

Dollar's words still rung in her ears. "I am afraid there is no Australia to go to any more. " Great she thought. What did he really expect from them? That they could stop something that was powerful enough to destroy entire continents? They couldn't even hold this team together. Wayfarer, who seemed the obvious choice to lead, comatose; Plague, stripped of his power, dying; Blazer, blinded; Bloodwynd, unable to control his massive powers; and now, Weaver, emotionally attacked.

Emotions? Wasn't that where she came in?

Mirage followed Weaver to his room, found him blankly staring at the ceiling.

"Weaver?" she spoke softly, projecting sympathy, "I'm sorry... I don't even know your true name...."

She gently smiled at him, hoping to take some of his hurt onto herself.

"Your family, friends... life. Nothing I can say would ease your pain, but, if you let me, I think I can help mask it."
 
Claude

He waited until Dollar was done, and stood up. He felt weighted down, slow,....old. He guessed in a way, he was. All things were relative. To the fruit fly, a human life was eternity. To Claude, his new lifespan was shorter than he could deal with. He frowned, and looked around.

"Where's the cube? I want,....I want to help test the cube,....."

He had to figure out what was going on, had to,.....he stopped. "How'd they manage to do that? Make up hungry? The powers of the horsemen,....I wonder, would the cube work on them, too?"
 
Bloodwynd

After I finally gained control back, I sank down to the ground, drained physically and emotionally. The other leave the training room, glancing at me and probably wondering why I didn't kill us all. Hell, I was wondering the same thing. Shortly after the others leave I follow them out, just in time to hear Dollar's announcement about Austraila. I stand there stunned, then something clicks in my head.
"Uhh, guys, if that big a chunk of land hit the sea, isn't it going to cause a pretty damn big tidal wave?"

Ok, someone has to grab the reins of this team. I close my eyes & concentrate on my inner sight:

*Hey Diablo, go get Weaver & see if he can fix Plague & Wafarer. His powers alter reality, so maybe he can alter them back to where they were. Plus, he needs to be doing something. I'm gonna go find daddy Warbucks & stop a damn tidal wave.*
I then sprint down the hallway until I run into a worldgov employee. I grab the poor guy, lifting him up off the floor with one hand.
"Listen, this is important! take me to wherever the control room is." Awww forget it
I go into his mind, until I find the info I need.Then I drop the guy on the floor
"thanks"
Then I teleport myself into the control room.

Fuck with MY planet will they. I'll show them what we can do!
 
Dollar

The control room was alive with electrical equipment. Devices monitoring the base, newsfeeds from around the world, satellite input, other measurements either on continual display or print. The room wasn't very large, once the various displays had reduced the size. Room for a couple of executive chairs only, and one of the was filled.

It swivelled suddenly. And there, facing him was... not, he finally knew for sure, Gates. The man had the same height and build, but the hairstyle, beard and a couple of moles spoke of someone quite different. As he spoke, the vocal similarity raised a question as to whether this was a family member though.

"Bloodwynd," he said. "I wondered who would be the first to arrive here. It seemed logical to keep our distance at first, but now... now thats just a farce. Do you have any ideas as to what we can do?"

There was another person in the room with Dollar, but her chair wasn't turning around at this point. She seemed more interested in the monitors, checking on any information that might help bring a resolution to the desperate situation on Earth.
 
Demon

'Hey Diablo, go get Weaver & see if he can fix Plague & Wafarer. His powers alter reality, so maybe he can alter them back to where they were. Plus, he needs to be doing something. I'm gonna go find daddy Warbucks & stop a damn tidal wave.' I hear Bloodwynd's voice in my mind.

I start heading for Weaver's room. Maybe we are becoming the team we need to be. I pick Blazer up in my arms, speed is of the essence right now.

"Blazer, we are racing against the clock right now. Hope you don't mind" I say to her as I start running to the where all of our rooms are.
 
She was surprised but huddled er head against his chest as he carried ehr hanging on feeling slightly motion sick since she couldn't see what was happening and couldn't respond correctly.
 
Bloodwynd

"I am assuming you have real-time holographic equipment here, so I need two things from you. Give me a satellite feed of the entire tidal wave, I need to see the whole thing. The other thing is get up, I need to be siting down."
He moved pretty quickly out of the chair, & motioned over to a piece of equipment a few feet away. Then he turned to the woman and said two words.
"Do it!"
I sat down & watched the wave spreading across the globe. So far it hasn't hit any major landmasses, so I am in time. I turn & look at Gates.
"Last thing, keep me alive until I stop this thing."
I then sit down & reach out with my mind. Across the globe water suddenly geysers up as a molecule thin wall of pure force crashes into the water, slicing down like God swinging a sword from heaven. The image on the globe even shows the waves as I slowly encircle the tidal wave. Finally, I had a wall erected around the wave. Now comes the hard part. I was already straining my abilities, & I had not even begun to stop this monster. My hands were already gripping the chairarms tightly, but when the wave hit my wall I jump in the chair. My grip on the chairarms tightens until the sound of tortured metal fills the room as the steel bends in my hands. Blood starts to slowly run down from my nose as the strain of holding back the ocean starts to show.
“ I…can’t…keep…this…up…long……. Gonna… loose…it”
I needed more power. Seeing the monitor in front of me I plunged my right hand through the screen, causing sparks and shards of glass to fly across the room. I grasp the back of the monitor & electricity shoots through my body, somehow boosting my power. Lights flicker & another monitor blows as I keep the wall up by draining the power of the complex. Hours pass this way, until I finally feel the water receding back where it was, the danger to the world passing. Eventually, the ocean calms and I let the wall drop. Then I pass out, sinking into oblivion.
 
Weaver

Weaver sat up and slowly turned his head to face the woman, Mirage.
"Bull shit." he hissed, cradling his head in his hands. "Fucking bull shit. Get out of my room. Don't touch me, don't touch my emotions, don't touch a thing. Just get the fuck out. I want to be alone."
She made no move to leave, and, after a moment, he took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Please... just leave me alone..." he finished, looking up at her with tear streaked eyes. "I don't need your help."
Before she could respond, the door opened and in stepped Demon, Blazer in his arms.
"What is it?" Weaver asked the man, clenching his teeth and his fists in an attempt to hold back his anger at their intrusion.
 
Mirage

Something was happening to her!

Her powers... she had tried to project sympathy, kindness, calm. She had feared Weaver would break from the burden of the knowledge... the destruction, the LOSS.

Instead, he was enraged, and, goddess knows why, her powers were backfiring... she was absorbing the anger in the room. It filled her, overwhelmed her! She felt it rising up within her... the anger, Weaver's, her own, the others as well, a solid dark mass of energy. It exploded forth, out of her control. The lamp shattered, shards flying every which way.

Behind her she heard, and turned, just as Demon and Blazer entered the room. The dark anger flowed from her eyes, her fingertips.... a force of energy sprayed forth.

"No!!!" she screamed, "Stay back!" The force hit Demon square on.... she fought for control, the internal struggle overwhelming her. But at last she succeeded, brought the emotions under control. Then she slumped to the floor, exhausted and ashamed.
 
Fire screen

She felt something before it hit, different than fire but progectile and coming twords her, she didn't know what she did only in the seeing world it was a screen of flame that deflected the dark energy mass. Then disapeered as quickly. Blazer blinked looking pale unable to see and not sure just what she had done.
 
Narration

In the laboratory and nearby medical quarters, as Bloodwynd drew on power to stop the rushing tidal wave, the mysterious cube flared white once more. The brilliance burned through the room, half-blinding all withing, before being drawn upwards into the electric system and thence to Bloodwynd.

As it left, both Plague and Wayfarer felt the changes it had previously wrought in them being reversed. Wayfarer, slowly, began to move, breathing her first lungful of air since the cave. Plague coughed a final time before feeling his strength return in the numerous cankers and diseases riddling his body.
 
Weaver

Weaver wasn't sure what had happened; all he knew was there were two bright flashes, which he shielded his eyes from, before he heard the sounds of fire, and slowly took his arm away from his eyes.
 
Plague again?

Claude stopped, and shifted. Things were happening. He felt it, flowing through him, changing. He took a deep breath of the air, feeling the tiny airborne particles that were viri and bacteria. It tasted heavenly. He stood straighter, the color from his skin flowing back to white as his pupils enlarged, filling the total of his vision. Red veins ran across his eyes, the bloodshot so different from the background.

His hair slowly lifted. His body felt charged, alive. And he knew something was very, very wrong. At first it was slow, but it built up speed as it went, his powers coming back. That meant,....

He turned. Twisting his head to the side, he heard a short crackling sound. He turned, and opened the medical bay again. His eyes locked on Wayfarer. He heard the doctor making a mild exclamation as everything changed.

Plague had returned. Death was back. And Death, unlike the Horseman who claimed that name, was going to go a-calling. He cracked his knuckles, and waited for word of where the Horsemen were.
 
Demon

I was about to ask Weaver to help the others if he could, then I heard Mirage yell 'No!!!' and 'Stay back!' and a wall of fire appear in front of me.

"What just happened?" I asked those present. I was somewhat mystified at what was going on. Everyone seemed to be losing some of their grip on reality.
 
Withdrawal

OOC: If anyone else wants to run this thread, feel free. Take it where you want. However, due to life changes - positive within my marriage, and time-intensive within my college, I must withdraw from my more intensive threads. This being one of them. Thank you for writing with me and sorry for any inconvenience.
 
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