Metahuman College-Issue one: College bound [IC]

[Dark Nemesis]

-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

The security guard is not carrying the radio, but James can see that it is clipped to his belt. For the moment, it is silent as the man struggles to catch his breath. Clearly he has been doing more exercise than he had been used to.

“No one’s passed me,” he panted. “And you need to go to the nearest waiting area. They’re clearing the hallways.” From what James can tell, the portly guard is telling the truth.



Jonn Birkey & Marcus Stevens
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

As Rumble and Tank began to make their way toward the apparent threat, the gauntlets began floating toward them quickly. They parted about ten feet from them, each gauntlet remaining close to one wall.

The closest connection Jonn could feel was about thirty below him.



-Max Helmdig
Aug 3, 2003
Aynor, South Carolina

They went up to the sixth floor, and found the office that they were looking for; it was the fourth door on the left. The door was closed, but there was a sign hung upon it. In neat lettering, it read: “Greenwood Academy, Applicants welcome.”

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 4/5

-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

The security guard is not carrying the radio, but James can see that it is clipped to his belt. For the moment, it is silent as the man struggles to catch his breath. Clearly he has been doing more exercise than he had been used to.

“No one’s passed me,” he panted. “And you need to go to the nearest waiting area. They’re clearing the hallways.” From what James can tell, the portly guard is telling the truth.

James feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
"Why? What's happened?"
'This has to be connected to Amelia. It's too coincidental not to be.'

(OOC: Hopefully, the reason for clearing the hospital will give James a place to focus his search. If it doesn't, he'll continue down the stairs.)

 

[dmcfee]

Max Helmdig

We go through the door, approach whoever is there to welcome people, show them the invitation and introduce ourselves.

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Marcus willed his density to increase . . . and began to shrink. "Have they done anything yet?" Marcus asked.

Marcus stopped in mid-density change and returned to intangibility. Stepping half way back through the wall he asked, "Ms Steele, know anything about a glowing green pair of floating gauntlets?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan

The young man growled softly as he found himself wrapped in the black webbing. Finding himself unable to move, he pushed his hands toward Black Star, sending a fireball of blue flame hurtling toward Black Star. She is hit squarely in the chest, and the force of the hit knocked the breath out of her.

(OOC: Black Star has been injured by the Energy Blast; she as at –1 on Damage saves. The webbing is now fastened to a nearby skyscraper.)



-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
Aug. 3, 2003

The papers on her father desk appeared to be dossiers of some sort. At a glance, they contained headshots, and files. The one on top was a file belonging to a young lady by the name of Shannon Steele, who was apparently born in Dublin, Ireland. She briefly saw a section labeled ‘Powers’, though before she could read more, her father closed the folder.

“Honey, I thought you knew. I work for the government, the census bureau. Nothing exciting, I’m afraid, but it pays the bills.” Her father answered smoothly enough, but something rang false about his words. “Why do you ask?”



-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

“Reports are varied, but someone’s going around the hospital with a gun.” The guard replied briskly. “Now, if you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to the waiting area. We should have this cleared up shortly.”



-Max Helmdig
Aug 3, 2003
Aynor, South Carolina

“Ah, Mr. Helmdig, I presume? Welcome! And I see you have brought a guest,” he is greeted at the door by a middle-aged man, with short brown hair, and green eyes. He gives Max a friendly smile, offering him a hand. “My name is Christopher Bell. I am the recruiter for Greenwood Academy. Please! Come in, have a seat. May I get you some refreshments?”

 

[Nuke261]

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Rumble moved forward at a steady pace. "What do you think, Tank? Any ideas what these things are?"

As he walked he began to concentrate so that he would be able to pull rock and ruble to him if things turned bad.

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 4/5

-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

“Reports are varied, but someone’s going around the hospital with a gun.” The guard replied briskly. “Now, if you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to the waiting area. We should have this cleared up shortly.”

'A gun? I'd be very surprised if there were *two* people running around here with firearms. Looks like I gave him too much credit, though; I expected him to try and leave as unobtrusively as possible, not run around waving a gun..'

"Cleared up? How, exactly, are you going to 'clear it up'?" James' question is scathing, but he bites back whatever he was going to say next and continues in a more civil tone.
"I was just looking for the person in question; they've killed two nurses upstairs. Look, I've had training in dealing with armed individuals, and I should be able to help. Where was this individual last reported to be? And where did they seem to be headed?"

Beneath the surface, the rage boils in James, seeking an outlet, someone to blame for what had happened. 'Well, the guy can count himself lucky; he's already in a hospital, so they won't have to carry him far after I'm done with him.' James smirks at the dark humour of his thoughts as he waits for the guard to reply.

 

[Calinon]

Black Star grits her teeth against the pain. Fortunately, her mystic immunities protected her from the worst of the blast. Flying upwards and over the man, she flashes another dazzle attack at him, shooting jets of star marked blackness at his face, and finally coming to a hovering halt above and behind him, focussing on increasing the power of her force field to better protect herself.

Powers: Dazzle +7 (Hopefully easier to affect him this time! Yay!) Also, spend a hero point to increase the effectiveness of my force field by +2. That should last until I no longer sustain it or an hour max (if I recall correctly that is ). And amazingly, I still haven't tried to physically hurt the fellow.

 

[Rybaer]

The papers on her father desk appeared to be dossiers of some sort. At a glance, they contained headshots, and files. The one on top was a file belonging to a young lady by the name of Shannon Steele, who was apparently born in Dublin, Ireland. She briefly saw a section labeled ‘Powers’, though before she could read more, her father closed the folder.

“Honey, I thought you knew. I work for the government, the census bureau. Nothing exciting, I’m afraid, but it pays the bills.” Her father answered smoothly enough, but something rang false about his words. “Why do you ask?”

Cloud tries to keep from doing a double take at the word "Powers" in the dossier on her father's desk. He's involved with metahumans somehow, which explains a connection with Mr. Hansen.

"Oh, I know you've mentioned the census before," she says. "But just what in the census? I can't imagine they've got you staying up all night just to write a report about how many men over age thirty still live with their parents.

"And at dinner last night, there was something about that Mr. Hansen guy that set me on edge a bit. Can't say just what. Call it women's intuition, I guess."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Marcus Stevens
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Shannon had been pacing on the opposite side of the door when Proton stepped back through. “A glowing green pair of floating green gauntlets? Ah….” She glanced at Proton a moment, before looking away. “It is possible. Where did you see these gauntlets?”



Jonn Birkey
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

“I have no idea, man. I’m not even sure if I can do any damage to them,” Tank said in response. He drew close enough to one of them, and took a swing. Easily, the gauntlet avoided the punch, passed Tank and continued floating along the wall. It paused beside the door that Proton had just passed through. “Fast little bastards!”

The other gauntlet continued following the wall, drawing closer to Rumble. Below him, he felt earth and rock shift, but it would take some effort to pull it through the floor to him.



-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

The security guard gave James a look of annoyance, and stood up to his full height. “The cops have had training in dealing with armed individuals too. Look, thanks for telling me about the two nurses upstairs, but the last thing we need is more civilian casualties. Now, come with me, please,” With that, the guard began to descend the flight of stairs.



-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan

The boy goes still within the black webbing, and for a moment Black Star dared to hope that perhaps he was giving up. However, a moment later a ball of black fire surrounded him, causing the webbing to melt away. He gave a cry of triumph that quickly changed to one of surprise when the jet of stars struck him squarely in the face.



-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
Aug. 3, 2003

He gave her a weary smile. “It’s a relatively new department, princess. Right now we are dealing primarily with trends in the adolescent population.”

He paused at her words regarding Mr. Hansen, and raised his eyebrows. “Your mother didn’t care much for him either. He gets a little overzealous in his work, but he seems to be a decent fellow.”