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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1459743" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">October 9, 2120</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Mega-city of New York</span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">EPIC Institute</span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">5AM... damn early</span></span></strong></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Three weeks.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">After the grueling hell of training you have been going through, it’s hard to believe it has only been three weeks. The exams yesterday were brutal, even for the most intelligent of you, so when you were told you would have a day off finally, you nearly wept with joy. Still, habit has you up at 5AM, and despite your best efforts, sleep eludes you.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Amazon</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The past few weeks have been very hard for you. School, training and Dara constantly in your mind have worn you out. Worst yet, Empath hasn’t been able to remove the mental link, and you think, if anything, the link is stronger than ever. Dara has no more control than before, leaving you feel like you’ve lead two lives. The only time you get any peace is when Dara is with Monica. At least she isn't ticked at you anymore. But now it’s morning and even though you turned your alarm clock into a large plastic sphere last night, you are waking up.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Brain… hurt… must… have… more… sleep…</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Hi Raisa!</span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You sit up, startled, one eye open, one eye shut and slowly focus on Dara who is sitting on your legs.</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Are you packed? We gotta get up and go go go! Goin’ to Master Wen’s place today! Jet’s not gonna sit on the tarmack all morning waiting for us!</span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You see Dara’s bags in your living room, and your own suitcase half packed on the floor where you left it last night.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“I made you these too last night,” Dara says, and you distinctly remember dreaming about making clothes. Guess it wasn’t a dream. Pretty nice clothes though, practically half a wardrobe. And is that a new EPIC uniform just for you? Wow, pretty nice! Black with a red pattern on the right side. You wouldn’t be surprised if Dara made a matching one. Wait she did. She’s wearing it.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px">“I couldn’t sleep. You were having some pretty uhmmmm exciting dreams,” she says with a giggle.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Amazon,</em>” ARIS says, using your code name. “<em>A reminder that your plane will leave at 7AM this morning. Also, I let Dara into your room.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Johan</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">While others may be looking forward to a day off, you are looking forward to finally completing your armor! The final fitting is today, and after putting so much effort into it in the last few weeks, you can’t wait to give it a few personal tests. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Joh…</em>” is all you hear out of ARIS before you are dressed and out the door.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Sanchez is already waiting for you when you arrive, and Anna and Rebound pretty much chase you across the yard as you run there. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Your armor is on a stand, gleaming a silver grey. It looks supple yet strong and fills you with pride that you made it with your own two hands.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Kevin</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Today’s the day, you think to yourself in bed. You look over at your packed bags. At least you’re ready to go.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The last few weeks have been hellish. You consider yourself a smart person, but the training sessions and classload were nearly too much to bear. But the training definitely got you used to copying people’s powers from EPIC, though there are a few you really don’t want to do again. Mimicing Thunder and Titan gave you a headache for a week, and mimicing Nova reduced your clothes to ash, and destroyed ¾ of the soccer pitch in the process. But you’ve got a good handle on everyone elses powers.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Kevin,</em>” ARIS says. “<em>A reminder that the plane will leave a 7AM for Master Wen’s Academy.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Loki</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Your alarm goes off and you’re out of bed in an instant. Thank god for those chips Monica gave you or you’d never have gotten through the last three weeks. The one you have on is still working too, making you full of energy. Your mind reviews the tests yesterday and you’re confident you blazed through them with flying colors.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">ARIS greets you.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Loki,</em>” the computer says, using your codename now regularly. “<em>There is a video message awaiting you.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The message pops up and it is Monica (your Monica, not the <em>other</em> Monica).</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Hey Randall. When are you going to come see me again? E-mail just aint cutting it, buster,” she says with a grin. “Call me when you get a day off!”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Michelle</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A day off, and you don’t get it. How fair is that. You roll out of bed remembering that you have to attend the morning briefing with Thunder and Mendez. Why did you get nominated as leader anyway, you grumble to yourself.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Michelle,</em>” ARIS says, activating as you get up. “<em>The morning briefing will be at 6:00 AM. There have been twelve criminal incidents with suspected mutant involvement in the Mega City of New York within the last 24 hours, and there is one news broadcast slated to be discussed this morning. Would you like to review the media broadcast before attending the morning briefing?</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You hear a tapping at the window. You look over and it’s Tara. She looks exhausted like she hasn’t slept, but really excited at the same time.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Neutron</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Thanks to Sandstone and Empath, the blood ‘samples’ were delivered on time. You can’t help but grin again at how you’ve duped Affifi. Sandstone left for Africa to investigate the situation covertaly soon after your training began, and you haven’t heard from him since, save for weekly check ins with Thunder. Affifi sent you one final e-mail, confirming he received the package, and you haven’t heard from him since, which is just fine by you.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rolling out of bed, you look at your new uniform just completed yesterday by Dara. The fitting was entertaining, at least for the Dara, Monica, Anna, Dara, Michelle, Raisa and about eight other girls who were there for some reason. Probably not your most shining moment… heck, you can chalk it up to supremely embarassing, but you got out of there with your skin intact and more than one message in your email when you got to your room last night from this or that girl.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Neutron,</em>” ARIS says. “<em>You have no new messages this morning.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You start to get up but remember suddenly that Sandstone should have left a message with Thunder already this morning and he always keeps you informed.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Vincent</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">X12 has long since moved back to his room, and thank goodness. The guy is good and all, but a space to your own is a must! But now, it’s morning. Morning?!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Woo hoo! Morning! No training! Wings feel fine! Finally, some free flight time!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You hop out of bed and stagger slightly, dropping to your knees as pain lances up your back. This is about twenty times worse than your daily back pain since Jackal’s attack. You reach over and put your hand on the small of your back and there is a huge lump. Your eyes open in shock as something <em>in</em> the lump moves!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Then, excrutiating agony! It’s so much that it takes your breath away, and you don’t even get a scream out. You pass out moments after you see a long, thin, triangular tipped tail sprout from your body, wave in the air briefly, then collapse to the floor.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Vincent. Is there anything I can do for you this morning?</em>” ARIS asks. Getting no response, she repeats the request twice more. “<em>I am notifying the senior members of your non-responsiveness, Vincent, in case you are unable to respond due to a medical condition.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You wake up a few minutes later, Trailblazer hovering over you. “Vince, partner. You ok there, buckaroo?” He seems far more concerned with if you are hurt than your very apparent tail.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Straightjacket</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You wake up, refreshed from your sleep. Your dad is sitting in a recliner outside your room, reading your Investigative Techniques textbook.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Damn, I could do this for a living,” he says when he notices you awake waving the book at you.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morning, Straightjacket,</em>” ARIS says. <em>“You have one hundred and twenty nine new messages in your e-mail fan folder. Thirty one contain marriage proposals. Twenty of those have been filtered due to adult rated pictures. There are also three interview requests. There have been nine hundred and eighty six hits on your unofficial fan website.</em>”</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Save one girl, and everyone wants a piece of you. ‘atta boy!” says your father with a laugh.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Out the window you must have forgotten to close, you see Tara perched on Michelle’s second floor window. <em>Something</em> about the size of a cocker spaniel is climbing up the wall right below her, advancing stealthily and she definitely hasn’t seen it.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>X12</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You still feel itchy as you wake up. Last nights training session didn’t go quite as planned. As the two of you fought in the darkened gym, she shocked you and it triggered your first flashback in weeks. It was another ‘training’ excersise, one involving hand to hand combat. She was a bit more ‘aggressive’ than usual, stepping over the boundary of friendship again when it happened. When you snapped back to yourself, Monica was crumpled on the floor, badly hurt, and it took a good long time to heal the worst of her injuries. She had shocked you badly when she was able to, and left angry and not fully healed.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Laying in bed, you hear the door click open. “Hey, Sparky,” Monica calls in. “You awake yet?” She pokes her head in the door, then just comes into your room. She’s wearing jean cut-offs and a halter top that doesn’t hide the electrical energy coursing through her torso. Her shoulder sports an ugly bruise, as does the corner of her mouth, and her black eye doesn’t make you feel any better about what happened. She just looks at you, waiting for you to say something.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“<em>Good morn…</em>” ARIS is cut off as Monica flips the switch off.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1459743, member: 13737"] [font=Times New Roman][b][size=3]October 9, 2120 [font=Times New Roman]Mega-city of New York[/font][/size][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]EPIC Institute[/size][/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]5AM... damn early[/size][/font][/b][/font] [font=Times New Roman]Three weeks.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]After the grueling hell of training you have been going through, it’s hard to believe it has only been three weeks. The exams yesterday were brutal, even for the most intelligent of you, so when you were told you would have a day off finally, you nearly wept with joy. Still, habit has you up at 5AM, and despite your best efforts, sleep eludes you.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Amazon[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]The past few weeks have been very hard for you. School, training and Dara constantly in your mind have worn you out. Worst yet, Empath hasn’t been able to remove the mental link, and you think, if anything, the link is stronger than ever. Dara has no more control than before, leaving you feel like you’ve lead two lives. The only time you get any peace is when Dara is with Monica. At least she isn't ticked at you anymore. But now it’s morning and even though you turned your alarm clock into a large plastic sphere last night, you are waking up.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Brain… hurt… must… have… more… sleep…[/font] [i][font=Times New Roman]Hi Raisa![/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman]You sit up, startled, one eye open, one eye shut and slowly focus on Dara who is sitting on your legs.[/font] [i][font=Times New Roman]Are you packed? We gotta get up and go go go! Goin’ to Master Wen’s place today! Jet’s not gonna sit on the tarmack all morning waiting for us![/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman]You see Dara’s bags in your living room, and your own suitcase half packed on the floor where you left it last night.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“I made you these too last night,” Dara says, and you distinctly remember dreaming about making clothes. Guess it wasn’t a dream. Pretty nice clothes though, practically half a wardrobe. And is that a new EPIC uniform just for you? Wow, pretty nice! Black with a red pattern on the right side. You wouldn’t be surprised if Dara made a matching one. Wait she did. She’s wearing it.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2]“I couldn’t sleep. You were having some pretty uhmmmm exciting dreams,” she says with a giggle.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Amazon,[/i]” ARIS says, using your code name. “[i]A reminder that your plane will leave at 7AM this morning. Also, I let Dara into your room.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Johan[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]While others may be looking forward to a day off, you are looking forward to finally completing your armor! The final fitting is today, and after putting so much effort into it in the last few weeks, you can’t wait to give it a few personal tests. [/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Joh…[/i]” is all you hear out of ARIS before you are dressed and out the door.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Sanchez is already waiting for you when you arrive, and Anna and Rebound pretty much chase you across the yard as you run there. [/font][font=Times New Roman]Your armor is on a stand, gleaming a silver grey. It looks supple yet strong and fills you with pride that you made it with your own two hands.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Kevin[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]Today’s the day, you think to yourself in bed. You look over at your packed bags. At least you’re ready to go.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]The last few weeks have been hellish. You consider yourself a smart person, but the training sessions and classload were nearly too much to bear. But the training definitely got you used to copying people’s powers from EPIC, though there are a few you really don’t want to do again. Mimicing Thunder and Titan gave you a headache for a week, and mimicing Nova reduced your clothes to ash, and destroyed ¾ of the soccer pitch in the process. But you’ve got a good handle on everyone elses powers.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Kevin,[/i]” ARIS says. “[i]A reminder that the plane will leave a 7AM for Master Wen’s Academy.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Loki[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]Your alarm goes off and you’re out of bed in an instant. Thank god for those chips Monica gave you or you’d never have gotten through the last three weeks. The one you have on is still working too, making you full of energy. Your mind reviews the tests yesterday and you’re confident you blazed through them with flying colors.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]ARIS greets you.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Loki,[/i]” the computer says, using your codename now regularly. “[i]There is a video message awaiting you.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman]The message pops up and it is Monica (your Monica, not the [i]other[/i] Monica).[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“Hey Randall. When are you going to come see me again? E-mail just aint cutting it, buster,” she says with a grin. “Call me when you get a day off!”[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Michelle[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]A day off, and you don’t get it. How fair is that. You roll out of bed remembering that you have to attend the morning briefing with Thunder and Mendez. Why did you get nominated as leader anyway, you grumble to yourself.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Michelle,[/i]” ARIS says, activating as you get up. “[i]The morning briefing will be at 6:00 AM. There have been twelve criminal incidents with suspected mutant involvement in the Mega City of New York within the last 24 hours, and there is one news broadcast slated to be discussed this morning. Would you like to review the media broadcast before attending the morning briefing?[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman]You hear a tapping at the window. You look over and it’s Tara. She looks exhausted like she hasn’t slept, but really excited at the same time.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Neutron[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]Thanks to Sandstone and Empath, the blood ‘samples’ were delivered on time. You can’t help but grin again at how you’ve duped Affifi. Sandstone left for Africa to investigate the situation covertaly soon after your training began, and you haven’t heard from him since, save for weekly check ins with Thunder. Affifi sent you one final e-mail, confirming he received the package, and you haven’t heard from him since, which is just fine by you.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Rolling out of bed, you look at your new uniform just completed yesterday by Dara. The fitting was entertaining, at least for the Dara, Monica, Anna, Dara, Michelle, Raisa and about eight other girls who were there for some reason. Probably not your most shining moment… heck, you can chalk it up to supremely embarassing, but you got out of there with your skin intact and more than one message in your email when you got to your room last night from this or that girl.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Neutron,[/i]” ARIS says. “[i]You have no new messages this morning.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman]You start to get up but remember suddenly that Sandstone should have left a message with Thunder already this morning and he always keeps you informed.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Vincent[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]X12 has long since moved back to his room, and thank goodness. The guy is good and all, but a space to your own is a must! But now, it’s morning. Morning?![/font] [font=Times New Roman]Woo hoo! Morning! No training! Wings feel fine! Finally, some free flight time![/font] [font=Times New Roman]You hop out of bed and stagger slightly, dropping to your knees as pain lances up your back. This is about twenty times worse than your daily back pain since Jackal’s attack. You reach over and put your hand on the small of your back and there is a huge lump. Your eyes open in shock as something [i]in[/i] the lump moves![/font] [font=Times New Roman]Then, excrutiating agony! It’s so much that it takes your breath away, and you don’t even get a scream out. You pass out moments after you see a long, thin, triangular tipped tail sprout from your body, wave in the air briefly, then collapse to the floor.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Vincent. Is there anything I can do for you this morning?[/i]” ARIS asks. Getting no response, she repeats the request twice more. “[i]I am notifying the senior members of your non-responsiveness, Vincent, in case you are unable to respond due to a medical condition.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman]You wake up a few minutes later, Trailblazer hovering over you. “Vince, partner. You ok there, buckaroo?” He seems far more concerned with if you are hurt than your very apparent tail.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]Straightjacket[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]You wake up, refreshed from your sleep. Your dad is sitting in a recliner outside your room, reading your Investigative Techniques textbook.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“Damn, I could do this for a living,” he says when he notices you awake waving the book at you.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morning, Straightjacket,[/i]” ARIS says. [i]“You have one hundred and twenty nine new messages in your e-mail fan folder. Thirty one contain marriage proposals. Twenty of those have been filtered due to adult rated pictures. There are also three interview requests. There have been nine hundred and eighty six hits on your unofficial fan website.[/i]”[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“Save one girl, and everyone wants a piece of you. ‘atta boy!” says your father with a laugh.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Out the window you must have forgotten to close, you see Tara perched on Michelle’s second floor window. [i]Something[/i] about the size of a cocker spaniel is climbing up the wall right below her, advancing stealthily and she definitely hasn’t seen it.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=2][b]X12[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman]You still feel itchy as you wake up. Last nights training session didn’t go quite as planned. As the two of you fought in the darkened gym, she shocked you and it triggered your first flashback in weeks. It was another ‘training’ excersise, one involving hand to hand combat. She was a bit more ‘aggressive’ than usual, stepping over the boundary of friendship again when it happened. When you snapped back to yourself, Monica was crumpled on the floor, badly hurt, and it took a good long time to heal the worst of her injuries. She had shocked you badly when she was able to, and left angry and not fully healed.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Laying in bed, you hear the door click open. “Hey, Sparky,” Monica calls in. “You awake yet?” She pokes her head in the door, then just comes into your room. She’s wearing jean cut-offs and a halter top that doesn’t hide the electrical energy coursing through her torso. Her shoulder sports an ugly bruise, as does the corner of her mouth, and her black eye doesn’t make you feel any better about what happened. She just looks at you, waiting for you to say something.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]“[i]Good morn…[/i]” ARIS is cut off as Monica flips the switch off.[/font] [/QUOTE]
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