Generation Legacy (Issue #5)

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Charlotte sits timidly in the back seat, her hands resting on her laps.

...Must resist urge to vomit... She thinks.

"Thanks." Charlotte says simply to Arafina.

Anticipating the question sooner or later, she replies with a semi-readied response. "I'm not really used to other mutants' powers really, so I wouldn't know whether mine was cool or not. I think my reflexes are abit faster than other people's and I can sortta walk on walls." First day and already a White lie Charlotte thinks, the bad pun never failing to amuse her yet, "So, mind if I ask what your powers are?"

 

[Hammerhead]

Ryan sighs, exasperated with Tommy's childlike exuberance. "Look, just because he saves lives doesn't mean he's a good guy. He's on the JE because he wants to be recognized as a famous star and gain all the perks, not because he really cares. Look at the patronizing manner he treats everyone, and how everyone just falls all over him. He's a moron. Mr. McCallister doesn't like him," Ryan finishes, as if that ended the argument completely and totally. Or at least, I think he doesn't like him. He really wouldn't be the type to insult someone behind their backs. Maybe I should stop that too.

Ryan considers Mark's advice, then frowns. "I'm not sure. You just told me to go light, or go dark? That's not really all that helpful." Maybe I should find some kind of fashion consultant on the 'Net or something. Or find some kind of tailor. I'm less than impressed with the service so far. 'Wear something purple!' Geez, what a moron. Still, they don't exactly stock clothes for purple people.

He. If one of those dinosaurs ate me, back at the preserve, would that make it a Purple People Eater. Wait, was the Purple People Eater a creature that ate Purple People, or a Purple creature that ate people. Hmmm...

OOC: I really hope that John is reading Ryan's thoughts at this point.

 

[Agamon]

He. If one of those dinosaurs ate me, back at the preserve, would that make it a Purple People Eater. Wait, was the Purple People Eater a creature that ate Purple People, or a Purple creature that ate people. Hmmm...

Completely OOC: You know it's late when Ryan starts thinking things like this...

 

[Tokiwong]

Charlotte

Arafina replies, “Well Lisa can control Plasma energy, or something like that, and Yoko can manipulate gravitational fields, right? Myself, I can change shape, you don’t even know how much fun, that can be,” she changes to look like Jun Min, “too much fun to even count.”

Yoko giggles, “So you can climb walls and stuff, sweet. That could come in handy, I think.”

Lisa stands up and lets the wind flow through her blond hair, as the Osprey II roars along the streets. Arafina, enjoys herself as she whirls around a turn, and slows down, as she passes down a long street of upscale boutiques. She changes her form back, as she looks at the various boutiques, “So which one first, I figure why go to the mall when we go to the source.”

Lisa smirks, “I guess I have to pull out the platinum,” Yoko nods, already eyeing a few stores herself.

Yoko turns to Charlotte, “So like you got a platinum card or something right?”

The Girls

Star smiles, “There is a high probability that Cassie would not strike her opponent if it was Yoshi, his speed is nearly as quick as Mark. But the probability is not so high that it could not happen. Besides despite all his posturing, Yoshi is a virgin,” she says flatly.

Sarah bursts out laughing, “That is great, I can’t wait to burst his bubble! Star you seem to know everything…” a slow realization, “which means Tommy…” she furrows her brow, irritated. She speaks some more, “I wonder just how much that little brat knows about the rest of us.”

Star replies, “Tommy keeps tabs on everyone, it is a habit of his, he is inordinately curious about everyone and everything.”

Sarah sighs, “There goes our privacy.”

The Boys

Tommy fumes, “Well you know what, you are a moron Ryan, what have you done for the world huh? All you do is whine and moan about your sorry little state! You just sit there and think the whole world is out to get you. And then you disparage one of the greatest heroes of our age, well I don’t think so! I think your wrong!”

Tommy steps forward, “You and Mr. McCallister can go to hell, if that is how you both feel! He does what he does because he cares, he got famous because of it, but that is just what happens. I can see why they didn’t want you on the team! Your just here… to…” he trails off, trying to collect his thoughts, realizing he let something slip.

 

[Aenion]

Karen

William smiles, “But that is the point of contention, what determines a better world, Ruby? Just because the baselines had an Industrial Revolution, the world became a better place? Doubtful, oh granted many of the things we take for granted now, came about through others making the world better, but that does not make the world better for everyone. The same goes for elites and baselines, in the end one group benefit more then the other. In the end, when it comes down to it, baselines only trust an elite when the elite is working for a purpose that furthers the baseline agenda. And as you have seen baselines are uneasy around elites that look vastly different from the norm, because they lack that aesthetic of humanity. It becomes easier to think of the elite as a thing, as a terrible demon or monster given form. In the end if they do not worship us, they fear us, because in the end, we are the next step forward in the chain.”

Williams sighs, “In the end we are both their modern demigods, and their modern demons. We can create great and terrible good, or great and terrible evil. We have sprung from the masses of the rabble, but we are no longer the sheep. We are now the shepherds and the wolves.”

“A better world would be a place that is free of oppression of any kind, where elite and baseline can live together in peace without the need for one to rule the other. Through our actions we can show the world that elites are not monsters or demons, but actual human beings like themselves with the same dreams and fears. If we must become the shepherds and the wolves than we should be careful to be the shepherd and not the wolf,” Karen leans back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. This guy really has a superiority complex.

 

[Tokiwong]

“A better world would be a place that is free of oppression of any kind, where elite and baseline can live together in peace without the need for one to rule the other. Through our actions we can show the world that elites are not monsters or demons, but actual human beings like themselves with the same dreams and fears. If we must become the shepherds and the wolves than we should be careful to be the shepherd and not the wolf,” Karen leans back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. This guy really has a superiority complex.

William just smiles, "Well perhaps your youthful idealism can change the world for the better. I suppose I have grown somewhat cynical, the world has yet to show me that things are headed in that direction. But there is always hope..."

As the aerodyne begins its descent into Mudaba Adin, landing without incident. William follows Karen out and nods to her, "Best of luck to you at the Institute, and with all your endeavors, luv."

She is alone once more, and the people stare at her like she is a freak, not quite sure what to make of the strange looking elite. Some whisper others try not to gawk, but she is casuing a stir despite herself.

 

[Aenion]

William just smiles, "Well perhaps your youthful idealism can change the world for the better. I suppose I have grown somewhat cynical, the world has yet to show me that things are headed in that direction. But there is always hope..."

"Without hope the world would be in a sorry state, Karen replies with a smile.

As the aerodyne begins its descent into Mudaba Adin, landing without incident. William follows Karen out and nods to her, "Best of luck to you at the Institute, and with all your endeavors, luv."

"Thanks, good luck to you too," I hope you can find some youthful idealism for yourself, she adds thinking to herself.

She is alone once more, and the people stare at her like she is a freak, not quite sure what to make of the strange looking elite. Some whisper others try not to gawk, but she is casuing a stir despite herself.

Suddenly feeling very conscious again about how she looks, she pulls the hood of her shirt over her head. She gathers her bags and looks around for someone who is actually looking for her and not staring at her.

 

[Tokiwong]

Suddenly feeling very conscious again about how she looks, she pulls the hood of her shirt over her head. She gathers her bags and looks around for someone who is actually looking for her and not staring at her.

A youth, glares, his dark faced creased in a scowl, "What the hell is that? Is that an elite, that is the ugliest one I have ever seen!" he says aloud. Some of his buddies chuckle at his quip.

A man walks towards Karen, his is of mid-eastern descent, "The name is Mr. Kincaid, you must be Karen, I am from the Mudaba Adin Institute, and I will be your chauffuer milady," he offers his arm.

 

[Aenion]

A youth, glares, his dark faced creased in a scowl, "What the hell is that? Is that an elite, that is the ugliest one I have ever seen!" he says aloud. Some of his buddies chuckle at his quip.

A man walks towards Karen, his is of mid-eastern descent, "The name is Mr. Kincaid, you must be Karen, I am from the Mudaba Adin Institute, and I will be your chauffuer milady," he offers his arm.

Karen glares at the youth, not about to let her good mood be ruined by some punk, she snaps back: "A hundred years ago they said such things about your people, do you think they liked it?"
Being slightly startled at her own reply she sees Kincaid approaching and a timid smile appears on her face: "Y-Yes that's me, nice to meet you Mr. Kincaid." She graciously takes his arm, easily carrying her heavy bags with her free arm. "I guess it's not too hard to find me."

 

[Tokiwong]

Karen glares at the youth, not about to let her good mood be ruined by some punk, she snaps back: "A hundred years ago they said such things about your people, do you think they liked it?"
Being slightly startled at her own reply she sees Kincaid approaching and a timid smile appears on her face: "Y-Yes that's me, nice to meet you Mr. Kincaid." She graciously takes his arm, easily carrying her heavy bags with her free arm. "I guess it's not too hard to find me."

The youth furrows his broiw quizzically, not really understanding the retort. Considering this is an African country, people of the caucasion descent were seen as the strange ones when they came to their lands long ago that is why the youth is confused. He just turns to his buddies and walks off, as Mr. Kincaid leads the way, "Don't worry about that, people are just reacting in various ways to your appearance, did you have a good trip?"