Generation Legacy Issue #14 "Genocide" - Part 2

[Aenion]

Karen

Gadget nods, “Yeah I agree I need my old body back… I could barely lift my bed… believe me I tried. I was just testing to see if I retained any of my strength… and nope.”

Gadget follows Karen, “I like you better as you were trust me, and even worse I can’t even fight. I am not brilliant like Gadget… this sucks. Gilden better make good use of my body.”

"Here don't forget these," Karen puts Gadget's glasses on his nose, "I'm not really happy in here either, I feel really clumsy compared to Cassie, though I really enjoyed breakfast," she smiles sheepishly. She gives Gadget a squeeze, "I liked you a lot better in your own body too, I'm not really into girls," she jokes as they walk back to the training room.

 

[Mimic]

The tome opens with a wail as the old leather binding’s crease. The leather is dark and greasy, and each page is old and faded, but still readable. It looks like both a journal, and a grimoire of spells… dark evil spells but spells nonetheless. But the spells are powerful…

Gilden/Kal closes the book as carefully as he had opened it. This book could contain a lot of information and the spells were very powerful, which meant they were very dangerous in the wrong hands. Normally he would put it in his pocket dimension but he didn't have access to that at the moment.

"Sarah, can you tell me where I can contain a book and keep it safe and secure? It is vital that no one but me can access it."

When she replies he will drop the book off and head towards the black room.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Ryan pulls himself off the ground, groaning. He stands up, and barks a short laugh. Someone else to add to my ass-kicking list once I achieve phenomenal cosmic power. They were like a bunch of little kids...and their grammar sucked.

"You know, Jesus would have been much nicer to you. Sorry about bleeding over your clothes, but really, it's your creepy dark gods' fault," he adds with a meaningful glance at Cassie/Ryan while applying pressure to his wound.

"Isn't mocking her faith what got you into trouble in the first point?" Cassie/Ryan says as she takes his hand away from the would. "Tell me how to fix it Ryan. I don't want to vaporize you when I mean to heal." she asks a bit carefully, really not wanting to talk to the annoying boy trapped in her freind's body.

 

[Shalimar]

The press conference goes off without a hitch. At least she feels like she may have made a difference. When the crowd pulls out nearly an hour later her mother returns, “You did well honey.”

"Thanks mom, I really thought it went well. I'm glad that they seemed to believe me, hopefully well be able to find out that the people who watch believe me too. Maybe the lawyers can get someone to do a poll or something...oh, that reminds me that I should get some blood drawn so that they can look for the nanites. Do you know any other elites who would be ok with a blood test?" Kelly asks. The girl looks tired after the press conference and everything that had happened.

"Do you think I should try to talk to Paragon? I know he helped you get here, and I know I should talk to him, or at least someone about Red Witch's copy of me trying to hurt the UNJE. I know it might sound a little silly, but look how much chaos is going on right now. It may not be good now, but it'd be much worse if the bad guys did it right before Overseer showed up, right?" she asks. "I hope he'll talk to me, I know I'm probably one of his least favorite people right now." As the popstar talked, she used the wind to shut and lock the door for a little privacy so that she could get changed. The teen pulled on a pair of gauzzy white cotton pants with a drawstring tie, and a matching vest. The ability to float rendered the need for slippers moot, especially when her body was immune to the slightly chilled hospital air. Once she was fully dressed, the air around the door was stirred again, unlatching and opening it.

 

[Hammerhead]

"Put your hand on the wound, then call upon...you know, the energy and will the body to heal. Since the body wants to heal anyway, it's not even that hard. Reattaching a limb, now that's a little more difficult."

"So," Ryan says, straightening himself. "I suppose that you two are curious about how I managed to make myself start bleeding in a room without any edges? It's quite a story, let me tell you. However, two conditions: Anika, you wait before you get angry and defensive, and Cassie, you get to tell me the Hope story at a later date."

 

[Agamon]

"Grrr," Anika/Mark growls as she stands up. "No, maybe you should vaporize him, Cassie. I'll just have his body when this is over. I'm sure Chaos would go for that." Her anger makes it difficult to tell if she's joking.

"I don't know if I even want to hear this. I'm so sick of your mouth opening, I want to slap it silly," she says, glaring at him as Cassie/Ryan begins to heal him.

 

[KentArnold]

"I think you forgot the part where I developed this incredible grudge against you in the all of ten words we've said to each other since you got here," Mark/Karen begain wearily. "I don't know if I bumped into your chair and didn't say I was sorry or what, but in case you forgot this too: I'm not the guy who jumped down your shirt back in my room. I haven't done thing one to you in the whole time you've been here. I'm tired and we don't have time to screw around, so why don't we try this from the top?"

"Contrary to what you think, it's my call who comes on the mission. So if I had some reason not to want you along because I hated your guts or something, you wouldn't have a chance. McCallister wants you along, but I'm the field leader on Legacy. So I say if you want to come you can show us what you've got in the Black Room. If you don't want to help, then stay here. Maybe Chaos's plan involved giving your powers to someone who could use them better. Maybe he just likes putting guys in girls' bodies. I don't know. But whatever body I'm in, I have a job to do. Are you going to come to the Black Room and try out Aya's armor, and help her with your powers, or not?"

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Point taken. Listen, nothing personal. But ... every time I've dealt with some jerk who has authority, I end up getting screwed hardcore. Right after my powers bloomed, it took three months for people to decide who had the right to give me the help I needed. I suffered as a result for those three months."

Tim doesnt seem to be asking for pity, more like explaining things at the moment.

She scowled a bit, "If you had the power to fix a problem, and you were the only one available at the time, would you wait for someone in authority to arrive or would you act? Me, I'll act. To hell with authority. I'm going to do what I have to do to fix a problem, or at least try to. Because sometimes, you don't have the time to wait for someone who has a title to make the decision on what needs to be done."

Maybe that's part of his problem, he wants to fix things, but doesnt know how to do it.

She got up, stretching a bit, "You're probably one of the few decent people with any amount of authority who has been honest, and not tried to hurt me. You don't act like you've got a title. Try never to act like you've got a title. We'll be ... well, we'll interact better that way."

She ruffled her hair, "I still think my idea bears weight. But, I'll defer. Let's go."

She smirked a bit, "Oh, and as to Chaos. If he did this to match up powers to a better persona, he did a poor job. Ryan is not the sort to have faith, so putting him in Anika's body is a bad choice. So, either he's playing a very poorly timed joke, or he's got a bigger reason for all this. As an aspect of reality, I have to assume its the latter, that he feels we've all stagnated in some way or something like that. Let's just hope none of us die to find out what that real reason is."

 

[Hammerhead]

"Relax, Anika," Ryan says with a self-assured smile. "And while Chaos might go for that, I highly doubt that Sami would. Or some other friends of yours. Besides, if you agree to hear me out before being angry and defensive, you might even hear me admit that I was wrong."

 

[Agamon]

"Relax, Anika," Ryan says with a self-assured smile. "And while Chaos might go for that, I highly doubt that Sami would. Or some other friends of yours. Besides, if you agree to hear me about before being angry and defensive, you might even hear me admit that I was wrong."

Anika/Mark immediately glances over at Cassie/Ryan, her anger fading somewhat and replaced with surprise. "Does this actually have anything to do with Cassie? If not, you shouldn't be making any demands of her. But I'll hear what you have to say," she says, crossing her arms, expectantly.

 

[Samnell]

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Point taken. Listen, nothing personal. But ... every time I've dealt with some jerk who has authority, I end up getting screwed hardcore. Right after my powers bloomed, it took three months for people to decide who had the right to give me the help I needed. I suffered as a result for those three months."

"I'm not them," Mark/Karen said almost gently.

She got up, stretching a bit, "You're probably one of the few decent people with any amount of authority who has been honest, and not tried to hurt me. You don't act like you've got a title. Try never to act like you've got a title. We'll be ... well, we'll interact better that way."

"I don't think I even have a Legacy title. The closest I get is Official Spokeselite for Reebok. Want some shoes? Or a swimsuit?" Mark/Karen offered playfully.

She smirked a bit, "Oh, and as to Chaos. If he did this to match up powers to a better persona, he did a poor job. Ryan is not the sort to have faith, so putting him in Anika's body is a bad choice. So, either he's playing a very poorly timed joke, or he's got a bigger reason for all this. As an aspect of reality, I have to assume its the latter, that he feels we've all stagnated in some way or something like that. Let's just hope none of us die to find out what that real reason is."

"Knowing Chaos, I wouldn't throw the bad joke idea out just yet. He likes screwing around with people. But anyway, glad to have you along," Mark/Karen told Tim/Aya. "We, uh, temporary girls have to stick together."