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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1595145" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Mega-City of New York</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Near the Hospital</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Straightjacket, Loki, Vincent</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">M-Tac lets you leave without a problem, satisfied that Vince is, well... Vince. Quickly driving to the hospital, you enter the emergency room. It's packed. For about ten seconds. As soon as Vince steps in, those able to flee, do so in panic. A catholic priest strides forward, presenting his cross before him at Vincent.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Back, spawn of Satan! I banish you from this place!" he shouts as people flee or cower. Naturally, Vincent isn't affected in the least, at least physically.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">EPIC Institute</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Sanjay, Michelle</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Hey, whatever. Wear yourself out flying there yourself. I'll be cruising the jetstream, so wear your parka and bring your oxygen tanks, <em>sport</em>," he smirks at Sanjay.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">When Michelle comes in and tells him to prepare the jet, he shrugs. "Sure, whenever you're ready to help me do it. It's not a one person job you know."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Awww, poor Cosmo can't fuel a plane by himself," Monica taunts.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Cosmo stands up. "Oh, I <em>could</em> do it by myself, but it's dangerous. You know," he says, lunging forward making Monica jump back reflexively. "Like me," he smirks. "And if you're looking for Straightjacket, he's off searching for Vince or his exploded body parts, whatever they find first," he says, sitting back down.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Johan</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"I don't think we'll be able to take much for repairs. I mean, what would we take? If anything big happens to the armor, we have to come back to repair it anyway," Anna says. "We can't take the whole scrap yard, and most of the equipment isn't really moveable. I'm sure the jet has stuff for basic repairs, like if a sensor goes out or something, but if something happens like what that Stryke woman did to my armor, we can't carry enough equipment to fix that."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Lancheng, China</strong></span></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Raisa</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">It takes much longer than you'd thought it would to maneuver the tank into place and get it secured, but some 45 minutes later, it's done, much to the joy of the dock workers and townsfolk watching, who applaud and cheer. Xi, Li, Dara and Master Wen are all there when you finally finish and the workers have everything stabilized. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">People pretty much mob you, thanking you for saving the town a lot of money. Finally, the crowd starts to disperse.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Well done, Raisa," Master Wen says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"I have never seen anyone able to do that," Li says. "How much <em>can</em> you lift?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Just about then, you hear X12 mentally talk about what he and Kevin have found. Moments later, Dara screams, clutching her face. You realize that the mental link has been broken, at least partially. Xi and Li stagger and pass out at the suddeness of the break. You can't hear Dara, but feel that there's a purposeful wall that is around your mind. Dara sinks to her knees, blood welling up around her hands and through her fingers, sobbing.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Master Wen reacts nearly immediately, bringing a black energy field up around Dara. It crackles briefly, then surges backwards into Master Wen. Without a word, he too collapses, unconscious.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">X12, Kevin</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">As soon as the door is opened wider, it's like a vacuum was started and with a heavy jerk, the two of you are sucked into the room. You are tossed about like you are in a tempest for what seems like long minute before you are slammed to the floor, face down. As you regain your senses, you find yourself in somewhere know isn't where you thought. You're lying on a white marble floor. The walls are black wood of some type and the room is nearly completely devoid of furnishings save for one item. Across the room, some fifty or sixty feet away is a blazing hearth that is casting flickering shadows across the room and in front of it sits a high backed chair.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Ah, there you are," comes a voice, frighteningly familiar to X12. "I've been waiting here for you for days," the voice says with wry humor. "And you've brought a friend. Curious." A man stands, dressed in black with a deep cloak. His entire body seems wreathed in shadows. He is about six feet tall and you suspect he is gaunt. Twin fiery eyes blaze from the shadows cloaking his face. He regards you both curiously. It slowly begins to dawn on X12 who it is. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Ah, the other Kevin York. I'd wondered where you had gotten off to. And ... others?" "Someone is linked to you. A telepath and others? Someone is trying to sever the link." The flames dance wildly for a moment in the hearth. "Someone was not successful," the man says, and you sense his evil smile. "Just two linked to you now. Perhaps they should join us as well. Would you like that... Directive 12?"</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1595145, member: 13737"] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]Mega-City of New York Near the Hospital[/size][/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]Straightjacket, Loki, Vincent[/size][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]M-Tac lets you leave without a problem, satisfied that Vince is, well... Vince. Quickly driving to the hospital, you enter the emergency room. It's packed. For about ten seconds. As soon as Vince steps in, those able to flee, do so in panic. A catholic priest strides forward, presenting his cross before him at Vincent.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Back, spawn of Satan! I banish you from this place!" he shouts as people flee or cower. Naturally, Vincent isn't affected in the least, at least physically.[/size][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]EPIC Institute Sanjay, Michelle[/size][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Hey, whatever. Wear yourself out flying there yourself. I'll be cruising the jetstream, so wear your parka and bring your oxygen tanks, [i]sport[/i]," he smirks at Sanjay.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]When Michelle comes in and tells him to prepare the jet, he shrugs. "Sure, whenever you're ready to help me do it. It's not a one person job you know."[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Awww, poor Cosmo can't fuel a plane by himself," Monica taunts.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]Cosmo stands up. "Oh, I [i]could[/i] do it by myself, but it's dangerous. You know," he says, lunging forward making Monica jump back reflexively. "Like me," he smirks. "And if you're looking for Straightjacket, he's off searching for Vince or his exploded body parts, whatever they find first," he says, sitting back down.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3][b]Johan[/b][/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"I don't think we'll be able to take much for repairs. I mean, what would we take? If anything big happens to the armor, we have to come back to repair it anyway," Anna says. "We can't take the whole scrap yard, and most of the equipment isn't really moveable. I'm sure the jet has stuff for basic repairs, like if a sensor goes out or something, but if something happens like what that Stryke woman did to my armor, we can't carry enough equipment to fix that."[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3][b]Lancheng, China[/b][/size][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]Raisa[/size][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]It takes much longer than you'd thought it would to maneuver the tank into place and get it secured, but some 45 minutes later, it's done, much to the joy of the dock workers and townsfolk watching, who applaud and cheer. Xi, Li, Dara and Master Wen are all there when you finally finish and the workers have everything stabilized. [/size][/font][font=Times New Roman][size=3]People pretty much mob you, thanking you for saving the town a lot of money. Finally, the crowd starts to disperse.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Well done, Raisa," Master Wen says.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"I have never seen anyone able to do that," Li says. "How much [i]can[/i] you lift?"[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]Just about then, you hear X12 mentally talk about what he and Kevin have found. Moments later, Dara screams, clutching her face. You realize that the mental link has been broken, at least partially. Xi and Li stagger and pass out at the suddeness of the break. You can't hear Dara, but feel that there's a purposeful wall that is around your mind. Dara sinks to her knees, blood welling up around her hands and through her fingers, sobbing.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]Master Wen reacts nearly immediately, bringing a black energy field up around Dara. It crackles briefly, then surges backwards into Master Wen. Without a word, he too collapses, unconscious.[/size][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][size=3]X12, Kevin[/size][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]As soon as the door is opened wider, it's like a vacuum was started and with a heavy jerk, the two of you are sucked into the room. You are tossed about like you are in a tempest for what seems like long minute before you are slammed to the floor, face down. As you regain your senses, you find yourself in somewhere know isn't where you thought. You're lying on a white marble floor. The walls are black wood of some type and the room is nearly completely devoid of furnishings save for one item. Across the room, some fifty or sixty feet away is a blazing hearth that is casting flickering shadows across the room and in front of it sits a high backed chair.[/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Ah, there you are," comes a voice, frighteningly familiar to X12. "I've been waiting here for you for days," the voice says with wry humor. "And you've brought a friend. Curious." A man stands, dressed in black with a deep cloak. His entire body seems wreathed in shadows. He is about six feet tall and you suspect he is gaunt. Twin fiery eyes blaze from the shadows cloaking his face. He regards you both curiously. It slowly begins to dawn on X12 who it is. [/size][/font] [font=Times New Roman][size=3]"Ah, the other Kevin York. I'd wondered where you had gotten off to. And ... others?" "Someone is linked to you. A telepath and others? Someone is trying to sever the link." The flames dance wildly for a moment in the hearth. "Someone was not successful," the man says, and you sense his evil smile. "Just two linked to you now. Perhaps they should join us as well. Would you like that... Directive 12?"[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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