Gaming w/Jemal: Mutant Apocalypse


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Terry Quinlan, The Grid

Terry chuckled. "Either that, or they were sick of me hanging 'round causing trouble," the young man says with a wink. "So, what do you say? Give 'em a listen?"
 

Washington DC

Jax and Frost continue fleeing as the battle rages behind them. Sirens scream in the distance, growing closer as emergency services (And likely reporters) converge on the intense scene they are leaving behind.

Soon enough, the two have managed to escape the park, and found their way into an alley where they are - to the best of their knowledge - unseen.

The question is, where to now?
 

"I don't know if 'desperate' is the right word," Cassandra notes with a smile. The smile fades though as she adds, "But your situation with the police makes them jumpy. They don't want you to get arrested and sucked into the legal system. That'd be bad for all of us, not just you."

She nods at Grid.

"Will you come with us?"
 

James look back and forth between the two before nodding...

"yea... fine.. lets do it.. you two seem to know what you're doing, perhaps I might get some help to clean this city up a bit.. so far it's been just me thus far." James said as he took a deep breath and hoping this was a good idea...
 

Frost

"Can we go straight to the Drake Center? Or do we have to been sure that we are not followed?"
Jakob asks Jax after stepping back to ease abit the cold the other man is suffering.
"I really don't like this. Have you any idea who the others were?"

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HP 1

conditions: normal

defenses:
DODGE 7 (1)
PARRY 7 (1)
FORTITUDE 9 (7)
TOUGHNESS 12 (10 Impervious)
WILL 8 (6)

Immunity (poison, disease, crit, suffocation, cold)

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Evening News

*National*
A sad day today as a meta-human terrorist group lured federal agents into a trap this afternoon at the National Park in Washington DC. It is estimated that a dozen metahumans were present, though many of them fled the scene as the fighting escalated. Local Swat teams arrived on scene and eventually the metas were detained, though their ringleader escaped and is still unidentified.
Casualty reports are being kept confidential until an investigation is complete and families have been notified.

*LA Local*
In Local news, a weapon-smuggling and drug ring was busted by police today in the Warehouse district. Police responded to 911 reports of Shots Fired, and were soon involved in an shootout with a gang holed up in an abandoned warehouse. After an hour-long siege, the gangmembers surrendered, though their leader is still unaccounted for.
Three police were injured, one fatally, and there is no news yet on who the gangmembers were originally firing at.


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So occassionally I will drop a 'news post'. This is basically what's going on in the world/news, and can also be discovered via internet/newspaper.
Whether (and how) you want your character to be aware of it is entirely up to you, though it's likely they'll hear of it eventually. Once I've posted it, it's out there and you can see it on tv or read it somewhere whenever you like afterwards.
It's also the indicator of how your actions are affecting/being viewed by the world.

PS, LA Local doesn't mean nobody else sees it, just that that's where the story's being covered.
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Gryphon Corp HQ, Metro City

Uomo Nascosto turned the news off. He hadn't heard the man approach -nobody ever did - but Uomo knew he was there all the same.

"It's started. We did our best to prevent it, though, didn't we old man?"

The voice behind him is one he's known since childhood - well, the other's childhood anyways. Turning, Uomo faced Robert Gryphon, president of the Gryphon company and Grandson of his old friend and the corporation's founder, William Gryphon.

"My grandfather always knew this would come, he used to tell me that he saw it every night when he slept.. he blamed the hair loss on that stress." A small nostalgic smile split his face as he remembered his grandfather. "But we all believed we could stop it. I'm not so sure now.. First Drake, then Lyons, and now this clown in the National Park.. What do you think, do we still have time?"
 

James stopped to take a look at the Television in the window of a electronics store as they made their way to their destination. After seeing a cop was killed he just stared at the screen reading bits and pieces of the closed captioning running across the bottom on the screen. Soon his face contorted with only could be described as pure anger as he swung hard on the brick wall near him and flinched as he connected hard...

" hand not metal... not metal!!... son of a.... BI..." he stopped mid swear as he realized again he was in public...

... bitch that hurt...." he said quietly almost to himself. "I never should have left... that officer died because *I* wasn't prepared enough to stay and finish the job..." James said and the other two could hear the conflict and pain in his voice as he felt the cops death on his conscience.
 
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Terry Quinlan, The Grid

"I never should have left... that officer died because *I* wasn't prepared enough to stay and finish the job..." James said and the other two could hear the conflict and pain in his voice as he felt the cops death on his conscience.

"That cop died doing his job," Terry says, trying to sound sympathetic. "You -- we -- left those folks all our of sorts. We softened 'em up best we could. If it wasn't for us and the cops had tried to stage a raid, a lot more cops probably would have wound up dead."
 

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