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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1934985" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Brazilia Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>October 14, 2120</strong></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Johan</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"You and your other self don't seem to get along so well, Sweetie," Sanchez says. "Looks like the two of you are like fire and water. It will probably take a lot of explaining to get everyone used to having two different versions of you around."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Hmmm... focused electronic locomotion. Matter energy conversion on a physical basis, controlled by will," he says, as you start to repair the machine. "And what is this?" he says, coming up behind you. "Stand up and..." he says, using gloved hands to hold onto your head and push on something at the base of your skull. It's not a comfortable feeling to say the least.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Hey now, what is that?" Sanchez says, suddenly curious.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Bio-mechanical implant?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Not there last time I saw."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Perhaps spontaneously developed as a result of the electrical effects of matter energy conversion?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Along with splitting himself into two. I wonder if the other him has one of those too."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Oh boy, lab rat time...</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Looks like a standard entry port to link directly to the nervous system. Perhaps a physical dataport."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"You know, I saw one of these on a girl who was with an assassin that attacked our school a little while ago. She's being held by M-Tac now."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You even remember the girl... she was the one in Grandmothers office when Split and Stryke attacked...</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Let me see if this fits," the doctor says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Hey now," Sanchez starts to protest, just as, before you can really stop them, you hear a click.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Before you can react, your stomach lurches and you find yourself being dragged along a virtual superhighway, with no clue where you are going. But with the mention of the girl and your mind on her and M-Tac, you might not like where you are heading...</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><em>OOC: Interpret that as you will.</em></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Neutron</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Oh sure, take <em>his</em> side," Monica snarls, but it sounds more like a whine than a growl. The room goes silent a minute as she glares at Thunder who glares back in a virtually identical way. "Well!?" she growls at him. "Bugger off! Go fight crime or something!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Thunder rolls his eyes, but does turn to leave. "I swear, if you don't calm down, I'll be back to sedate you into next week, myself. And you," he says, none to friendly-like to you. "If I find out you let her loose, or these," he says, gesturing to the cameras which suddenly all train on the table, "record anything... interesting... being sedated will not be the result for you." He bangs out the door, and seems barely on the edge of control just now.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"The old windbag," Monica says. "Quick, get me out of these things," she says, pulling at the restraints slightly.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>Michelle</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">As you flick through channels, most pre-empted for the news... except for the football game of course... Tara wakes up. "Hey, you are awake," she says blearily. "Thunder, Titan and Sanchez are here." She gives a big stretch with all six arms, her wings buzzing for a second before she settles back down.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>October 26, 2120</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>Dover, England</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>Dover Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>X12</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Doctors are already moving, as is Kodiak. He's already digging through the rubble, pulilng injured people free for treatment. The emergency room is abuz with activity as EMT's, doctors and nurses, even bystanders rush to help. Carl uses his voice to disintegrate some of the debris while Michael carries wounded to gurney's. Raisa moves Dara to a gurney as well as Trailblazer blasts in, a middle aged woman in arms.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Holy cow," he murmers as he sets her down. "Uh... what..." he says, looking at Empath, Titan and Dara. "Holy cow."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Your ellocquence knows no bounds, Trailblazer," the woman says in a british accent. She closes her eyes and a moment later says, "A powerful presence <em>was</em> here, but no longer. I doubt I could have combatted it."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You are checking Titan as all this goes on, and the prognosis isn't good. You notice a few things. First, his suit is lined with a type of mesh, but your use of the scalpel cleanly severed through it. It seems to be a protective layer aimed to prevent contact with something, probably silver. Second, the wound appears infected at first glance, and the infection is spreading like a poison through his bloodstream. The wound itself is minor, and as you touch him, it closes up, but your powers don't even recognize whatever is in his veins as harmful, and you can't draw whatever is killing him out.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">The telepath Trailblazer brought touches Dara on the forehead briefly, and the girl wakes up with a start. She screams, both mentally and vocally briefly, giving everyone a start.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"He was here! Prophet was here!" she says loudly. "He's in Empath! Everyone look ou..." she shouts, mind still a few minutes behind things.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"We already know, child. It is over. Calm yourself," the woman says, following the gurney with Empath into the emergency room. She shrugs off her long coat as she walks revealing that she is clad in a leather uniform that looks like the British flag is emblazoned on the front and back. You hear one of the doctors refer to her as "Mystic" as he describes Empath's injuries.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1934985, member: 13737"] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][b]Brazilia Medical Facility[/b][/font][/color] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][b]October 14, 2120[/b][/font][/color] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][/font][/color] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][b]Johan[/b][/font][/color] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman]"You and your other self don't seem to get along so well, Sweetie," Sanchez says. "Looks like the two of you are like fire and water. It will probably take a lot of explaining to get everyone used to having two different versions of you around."[/font][/color] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Hmmm... focused electronic locomotion. Matter energy conversion on a physical basis, controlled by will," he says, as you start to repair the machine. "And what is this?" he says, coming up behind you. "Stand up and..." he says, using gloved hands to hold onto your head and push on something at the base of your skull. It's not a comfortable feeling to say the least.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Hey now, what is that?" Sanchez says, suddenly curious.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Bio-mechanical implant?"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Not there last time I saw."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Perhaps spontaneously developed as a result of the electrical effects of matter energy conversion?"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Along with splitting himself into two. I wonder if the other him has one of those too."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Oh boy, lab rat time...[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Looks like a standard entry port to link directly to the nervous system. Perhaps a physical dataport."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"You know, I saw one of these on a girl who was with an assassin that attacked our school a little while ago. She's being held by M-Tac now."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You even remember the girl... she was the one in Grandmothers office when Split and Stryke attacked...[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Let me see if this fits," the doctor says.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Hey now," Sanchez starts to protest, just as, before you can really stop them, you hear a click.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Before you can react, your stomach lurches and you find yourself being dragged along a virtual superhighway, with no clue where you are going. But with the mention of the girl and your mind on her and M-Tac, you might not like where you are heading...[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][i]OOC: Interpret that as you will.[/i][/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Neutron[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Oh sure, take [i]his[/i] side," Monica snarls, but it sounds more like a whine than a growl. The room goes silent a minute as she glares at Thunder who glares back in a virtually identical way. "Well!?" she growls at him. "Bugger off! Go fight crime or something!"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Thunder rolls his eyes, but does turn to leave. "I swear, if you don't calm down, I'll be back to sedate you into next week, myself. And you," he says, none to friendly-like to you. "If I find out you let her loose, or these," he says, gesturing to the cameras which suddenly all train on the table, "record anything... interesting... being sedated will not be the result for you." He bangs out the door, and seems barely on the edge of control just now.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"The old windbag," Monica says. "Quick, get me out of these things," she says, pulling at the restraints slightly.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][b]Michelle[/b][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]As you flick through channels, most pre-empted for the news... except for the football game of course... Tara wakes up. "Hey, you are awake," she says blearily. "Thunder, Titan and Sanchez are here." She gives a big stretch with all six arms, her wings buzzing for a second before she settles back down.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][b]October 26, 2120 Dover, England Dover Medical Facility[/b][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][b]X12[/b][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Doctors are already moving, as is Kodiak. He's already digging through the rubble, pulilng injured people free for treatment. The emergency room is abuz with activity as EMT's, doctors and nurses, even bystanders rush to help. Carl uses his voice to disintegrate some of the debris while Michael carries wounded to gurney's. Raisa moves Dara to a gurney as well as Trailblazer blasts in, a middle aged woman in arms.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Holy cow," he murmers as he sets her down. "Uh... what..." he says, looking at Empath, Titan and Dara. "Holy cow."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Your ellocquence knows no bounds, Trailblazer," the woman says in a british accent. She closes her eyes and a moment later says, "A powerful presence [i]was[/i] here, but no longer. I doubt I could have combatted it."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You are checking Titan as all this goes on, and the prognosis isn't good. You notice a few things. First, his suit is lined with a type of mesh, but your use of the scalpel cleanly severed through it. It seems to be a protective layer aimed to prevent contact with something, probably silver. Second, the wound appears infected at first glance, and the infection is spreading like a poison through his bloodstream. The wound itself is minor, and as you touch him, it closes up, but your powers don't even recognize whatever is in his veins as harmful, and you can't draw whatever is killing him out.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]The telepath Trailblazer brought touches Dara on the forehead briefly, and the girl wakes up with a start. She screams, both mentally and vocally briefly, giving everyone a start.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"He was here! Prophet was here!" she says loudly. "He's in Empath! Everyone look ou..." she shouts, mind still a few minutes behind things.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"We already know, child. It is over. Calm yourself," the woman says, following the gurney with Empath into the emergency room. She shrugs off her long coat as she walks revealing that she is clad in a leather uniform that looks like the British flag is emblazoned on the front and back. You hear one of the doctors refer to her as "Mystic" as he describes Empath's injuries.[/color][/font] [/QUOTE]
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