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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 2002315" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>October 26, 2120</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Dover, England</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Dover Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>X12, Jay</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Sure thing, partner," Trailblazer says, and in mere moments he's back, gloves in hand. With the aid of the gloves, X12 pulls the knife free, but the poison permeates even them. He only vaguely feels the effects, and shakes them off easily enough. Turning the card over, it reads:</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>Mark Jasman</em></p></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>813 Rundledown Lane</em></p></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>Morgentaller District</em></p></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>MCNY, 875731D</em></p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The name is very familiar to you.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>OOC: <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=80114&page=1" target="_blank">Issue 3, page 1</a></em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It's only a few moments later that Dara and Raisa return. Raisa has someone tucked under her arm.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"We only found him," Dara says as Raisa sets Michael down on his head, leaning him casually against the wall. Michael is in a casual walking stance and seems to be waving to someone, albeit now upsidedown.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Ot huhee," Michael says through a mostly paralyzed mouth.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I think he says your double got away," Raisa says.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Ie he," Michael grumbles. A few seconds later, he collapses to the floor in a heap. "I am so getting you back for that," he growls.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Enough fun and games, comrade. What is on the card, X12," Kodiak rumbles.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Brazilia Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>October 14, 2120</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Sanjay</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I got X12 and Dara to ask him to let me on the team. And I told him if he didn't I'd tell everyone at the school he was my father. Besides, he wanted the best of the best of the students, and I'm one of the best, right?" she says, batting her eyes at you.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"That doesn't excuse you breaking our agreement," her mother growls.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Oh puh-leez," Monica shoots back instantly. "It's not like you even wanted me around anyway. You couldn't wait to ship me off so you wouldn't be responsible for me, even if it meant shipping me off to him."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"This nonsense about being on this team and throwing yourself into harms way is going to come to an end," Tyra growls.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"My life, my choices. Not yours and not his," Monica growls back, hopping out of bed. Her see through, lightning filled midsection sparks angrily.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Tyra springs forward and clamps a clawed hand over Monica's wrist. "I'm your mother, and I say it's done now. You're coming home with me."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Your communicator comes alive briefly with Michelle's voice announcing Anithos is in the cafeteria. The lights flicker momentarily and you hear a crackle of electricity from outside, the the streaking form of Thunder bursting past the door back towards the cafeteria. You are probably the only one of the three of you who notices.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"No! I'm staying with Sanjay! I'm staying with my friends! I'm not going anywhere with you!" Monica says, her voice getting louder and louder until she practically screams the last word and something flashes so brightly that you lose your sight momentarily. You come to still on your feet, but leaning against the far wall, feeling somewhat ill. You don't remember getting thrown across the room. A wide scorch mark expands from where Monica is still standing, lightning coursing around her now nearly completely transparent form. Tyra lays in a heap against the wall by the door, and the smell of burnt fur and ozone fills the air.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Oh..." Monica says as she faints, collapsing to the floor. The lightning winks out, but her form remains quite transparent, lightning flashing inside her body.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Michelle</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"On my way!" Thunder replies.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Stop him, sweetie! I'll be there in a jiffy!" Sanchez says over the radio as well as your bolts streak out at Anithos.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Both bolts slam into him, catching him completely off guard. He staggers from the first one, then is slammed into and through a stone statue some thirty feet away by the second one.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>Attack rolls (DC 14): 15 and a natural 20</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>Damage saves (DC 24 and 29): 4 (VP becomes 20 -- 1S) and 3 (even with a stun power that's um... yikes... ask Elementor)</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Empath shakes her head briefly as if clearing the cobwebs of Anithos' influence, and you suddenly feel all unnatural attachment to Anithos fade (however much was 'natural' is up to you). Thunder blasts into the cafeteria from above and his look is of stunned disbelief and the unconscious people and shattered body of Anithos. The few people in the cafeteria still conscious from Empath's blast also look stunned by the turn of events. It becomes deathly quiet in the cafeteria, with the only sound coming from the energy field crackling around Thunder, punctuated by the sound of a piece of stone falling off of what is left of the statue and crumbling to the floor.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>OOC: I was so totally unprepared for that, I am not sure what to say. So I leave that to you!</em></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 2002315, member: 13737"] [SIZE=2][FONT=Times New Roman][B]October 26, 2120 Dover, England Dover Medical Facility X12, Jay[/B] "Sure thing, partner," Trailblazer says, and in mere moments he's back, gloves in hand. With the aid of the gloves, X12 pulls the knife free, but the poison permeates even them. He only vaguely feels the effects, and shakes them off easily enough. Turning the card over, it reads: [INDENT][I]Mark Jasman 813 Rundledown Lane Morgentaller District MCNY, 875731D[/I][/INDENT] The name is very familiar to you. [I]OOC: [URL=http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=80114&page=1]Issue 3, page 1[/URL][/I] It's only a few moments later that Dara and Raisa return. Raisa has someone tucked under her arm. "We only found him," Dara says as Raisa sets Michael down on his head, leaning him casually against the wall. Michael is in a casual walking stance and seems to be waving to someone, albeit now upsidedown. "Ot huhee," Michael says through a mostly paralyzed mouth. "I think he says your double got away," Raisa says. "Ie he," Michael grumbles. A few seconds later, he collapses to the floor in a heap. "I am so getting you back for that," he growls. "Enough fun and games, comrade. What is on the card, X12," Kodiak rumbles. [B]Brazilia Medical Facility October 14, 2120 Sanjay[/B] "I got X12 and Dara to ask him to let me on the team. And I told him if he didn't I'd tell everyone at the school he was my father. Besides, he wanted the best of the best of the students, and I'm one of the best, right?" she says, batting her eyes at you. "That doesn't excuse you breaking our agreement," her mother growls. "Oh puh-leez," Monica shoots back instantly. "It's not like you even wanted me around anyway. You couldn't wait to ship me off so you wouldn't be responsible for me, even if it meant shipping me off to him." "This nonsense about being on this team and throwing yourself into harms way is going to come to an end," Tyra growls. "My life, my choices. Not yours and not his," Monica growls back, hopping out of bed. Her see through, lightning filled midsection sparks angrily. Tyra springs forward and clamps a clawed hand over Monica's wrist. "I'm your mother, and I say it's done now. You're coming home with me." Your communicator comes alive briefly with Michelle's voice announcing Anithos is in the cafeteria. The lights flicker momentarily and you hear a crackle of electricity from outside, the the streaking form of Thunder bursting past the door back towards the cafeteria. You are probably the only one of the three of you who notices. "No! I'm staying with Sanjay! I'm staying with my friends! I'm not going anywhere with you!" Monica says, her voice getting louder and louder until she practically screams the last word and something flashes so brightly that you lose your sight momentarily. You come to still on your feet, but leaning against the far wall, feeling somewhat ill. You don't remember getting thrown across the room. A wide scorch mark expands from where Monica is still standing, lightning coursing around her now nearly completely transparent form. Tyra lays in a heap against the wall by the door, and the smell of burnt fur and ozone fills the air. "Oh..." Monica says as she faints, collapsing to the floor. The lightning winks out, but her form remains quite transparent, lightning flashing inside her body. [B]Michelle[/B] "On my way!" Thunder replies. "Stop him, sweetie! I'll be there in a jiffy!" Sanchez says over the radio as well as your bolts streak out at Anithos. Both bolts slam into him, catching him completely off guard. He staggers from the first one, then is slammed into and through a stone statue some thirty feet away by the second one. [I]Attack rolls (DC 14): 15 and a natural 20 Damage saves (DC 24 and 29): 4 (VP becomes 20 -- 1S) and 3 (even with a stun power that's um... yikes... ask Elementor)[/I] Empath shakes her head briefly as if clearing the cobwebs of Anithos' influence, and you suddenly feel all unnatural attachment to Anithos fade (however much was 'natural' is up to you). Thunder blasts into the cafeteria from above and his look is of stunned disbelief and the unconscious people and shattered body of Anithos. The few people in the cafeteria still conscious from Empath's blast also look stunned by the turn of events. It becomes deathly quiet in the cafeteria, with the only sound coming from the energy field crackling around Thunder, punctuated by the sound of a piece of stone falling off of what is left of the statue and crumbling to the floor. [I]OOC: I was so totally unprepared for that, I am not sure what to say. So I leave that to you![/I][/FONT][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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