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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 2050880" 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'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yeah," Michael growls. "Kindness and Prophet don't exactly seem to go hand in hand," he says, holding a half eaten apple just out of reach of Dara.</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'">"Nggg!" Dara says, trying to jump up to get it. "Gimme!"</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'"></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'">"Point, new guy," Michael says. "You almost had it that time Dara," he adds as Dara continues leaping up to try to get the apple.</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'"></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'">"So that'd be you, Xi and this mystery guy so far that we've seen?" Michael says as Dara kicks him in the shin. Michael doesn't show any reaction, other than to bob the apple just a hair lower, then put it back up higher when Dara grabs for it.</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'"></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'">Dara stops jumping for the apple all of a sudden, and gets a serious look on her face. "Actually, from what I've seen, he doesn't need physical contact to manifest his psychic powers over you. He can probably do that at will, or has a technique that allows him to gain access to your mind for brief periods. Most of his actions don't seem to affect you directly, but rather he is using your mind as a springboard to affect others, controlling them and affecting their actions so that those actions affect you indirectly. In fact, I am willing to bet that psychic link was part of your genetic development."</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'">There is dead silence after her non-ditzy, calm and rational speech. Michael reaches down and taps her on the head. "What did you do with the real Daaaaargh!" he shouts as Dara grabs his arm and bites him, hard. He drops the apple, she catches the apple and runs off.</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'">"Mine!" she squeals in delight, bursting back out into the Foyer.</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'">Michael rubs his arm which is already bruising, though likely it'll heal shortly.</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'">"That would explain the nausea," she says, not sounding too happy about her outburst of energy. "And would explain the Sanjay-shaped imprint on the wall," she adds as you help her get back to her feet. "Ooo, I'm woozy," she groans, losing her balance and using you to support herself.</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'">The doctor lets out a groan. "Oh please. I know for a fact yow!" he says as a spark of electricity shoots froma wall socket to hit him in the rear.</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 said I'm woozy," she says much more firmly.</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, woozy, right," Dr. Johnson says with a roll of his eyes.</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'">A hiss and cat-like screech sound from the hall, then a blur of tiger striping tears past the door, pursued by a dozen small robots that are shooting lasers down the hall after the fleeing figure.</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'">"Mom?" Monica says, looking back at the door. You aren't sure if she's concerned or angry or amused. Sanchez strolls by, pausing by the door. </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 good, you're up. I... just a second," she says, hitting a button on her belt. There is a loud ROWR from down the hall. "Unless you are going with her, I need you to go get Straightjacket and take him down to the cafeteria now. And if you could find a way to leave his father behind," she says with obvious distaste.</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'">"Leave the others sleeping for now. When you're done, please hunt around for Johan. The one with body armor, not the one with Anna. The smart one," she adds. "He disappeared from the lab and I can't get a fix on his communicator. But I need to get to the Cafeteria myself."</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'">Empath nods, still somewhat in a daze, and heads over towards Thunder and Tara. Meanwhile, you kneel down next to Titan. His eyes are half open, with a glazed expression. A trickle of blood comes from his ear. You poke him, and it's like poking a brick wall. You gently pat his face, and after a minute of you trying to bring him around, his eyes gain a bit of alertness.</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'">"Why am I on the floor," he slurs.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 2050880, member: 13737"] [SIZE=2][FONT=Times New Roman][B]October 26, 2120 Dover, England Dover Medical Facility X12, Jay[/B] "Yeah," Michael growls. "Kindness and Prophet don't exactly seem to go hand in hand," he says, holding a half eaten apple just out of reach of Dara. "Nggg!" Dara says, trying to jump up to get it. "Gimme!" "Point, new guy," Michael says. "You almost had it that time Dara," he adds as Dara continues leaping up to try to get the apple. "So that'd be you, Xi and this mystery guy so far that we've seen?" Michael says as Dara kicks him in the shin. Michael doesn't show any reaction, other than to bob the apple just a hair lower, then put it back up higher when Dara grabs for it. Dara stops jumping for the apple all of a sudden, and gets a serious look on her face. "Actually, from what I've seen, he doesn't need physical contact to manifest his psychic powers over you. He can probably do that at will, or has a technique that allows him to gain access to your mind for brief periods. Most of his actions don't seem to affect you directly, but rather he is using your mind as a springboard to affect others, controlling them and affecting their actions so that those actions affect you indirectly. In fact, I am willing to bet that psychic link was part of your genetic development." There is dead silence after her non-ditzy, calm and rational speech. Michael reaches down and taps her on the head. "What did you do with the real Daaaaargh!" he shouts as Dara grabs his arm and bites him, hard. He drops the apple, she catches the apple and runs off. "Mine!" she squeals in delight, bursting back out into the Foyer. Michael rubs his arm which is already bruising, though likely it'll heal shortly. [B]Brazilia Medical Facility October 14, 2120 Sanjay[/B] "That would explain the nausea," she says, not sounding too happy about her outburst of energy. "And would explain the Sanjay-shaped imprint on the wall," she adds as you help her get back to her feet. "Ooo, I'm woozy," she groans, losing her balance and using you to support herself. The doctor lets out a groan. "Oh please. I know for a fact yow!" he says as a spark of electricity shoots froma wall socket to hit him in the rear. "I said I'm woozy," she says much more firmly. "Oh, woozy, right," Dr. Johnson says with a roll of his eyes. A hiss and cat-like screech sound from the hall, then a blur of tiger striping tears past the door, pursued by a dozen small robots that are shooting lasers down the hall after the fleeing figure. "Mom?" Monica says, looking back at the door. You aren't sure if she's concerned or angry or amused. Sanchez strolls by, pausing by the door. "Oh good, you're up. I... just a second," she says, hitting a button on her belt. There is a loud ROWR from down the hall. "Unless you are going with her, I need you to go get Straightjacket and take him down to the cafeteria now. And if you could find a way to leave his father behind," she says with obvious distaste. "Leave the others sleeping for now. When you're done, please hunt around for Johan. The one with body armor, not the one with Anna. The smart one," she adds. "He disappeared from the lab and I can't get a fix on his communicator. But I need to get to the Cafeteria myself." [B]Michelle[/B] Empath nods, still somewhat in a daze, and heads over towards Thunder and Tara. Meanwhile, you kneel down next to Titan. His eyes are half open, with a glazed expression. A trickle of blood comes from his ear. You poke him, and it's like poking a brick wall. You gently pat his face, and after a minute of you trying to bring him around, his eyes gain a bit of alertness. "Why am I on the floor," he slurs.[/FONT][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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