Dark Nemesis
First Post
-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003
James’ hand flashes out, easily snatching the officer’s gun from his hand. A look of surprise flashes upon his face, as he suddenly finds himself disarmed. He appears to be even more surprised when James simply hands the weapon back to him. “What the hell…?”
Suddenly, the door is opened wider, and James sees that there are two more officers, who had been hidden by the door before. However, his attention is drawn to the ambulance when the back doors are suddenly thrown open. Yet another officer who had been standing near the police cruiser jumps and starts to draw his weapon. However, before he could do so, a loud shot rang out, and the officer crumbled to the ground. It was then that James saw the gunman. He was about 5’6, with long brown hair and eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. He was dressed all in a black shirt, black slacks, and heavy black boots; the outfit was completed by a long black leather trench coat. In both hands he held a gun.
At this new threat, two of the four officers turned to face the ambulance once more, while a third moved to put himself between James and the unknown assailant.
-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
Aug. 3, 2003
“An outsider and a child, yet you dare ask me my name? You claim to be Menominee, but the Menominee teach their children respect,” the great bird ruffled his feathers. “Very well, Outsider Child, you may call me Raven. I ask you again, what business do you have here?”
-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan
When Black Star reached the train station, she saw that the hijacked train had already arrived. Most of the hostages had been uninjured, and after being interviewed by the police, were released to their loved ones. Those who had been injured had already been sent to the nearby hospital.
The scene was chaotic, but the officers that were present were trying their best to keep order. It was clear that one officer in particular was in charge; a stern-looking gentleman who looked to have spent the better part of his life on the police force. He was in the process of speaking with two very young officers, but upon seeing her, he excuses himself from them and looks up at her. “You are the one who chased off the hijacker.” Though he appears to be pleased to see her, there is a deep sadness in his eyes. “Please accept my thanks.”
Marcus Stevens
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
“Good guess, kid,” the armored guy replied with a snort. Proton’s shot goes wild, completely missing him. He smirked and raised the laser cannon to return fire. He also misses, but Proton was aware of the smell of singed hair; apparently, the armored guy had barely missed. “Last chance to get out of the way. I want those gauntlets.”
Tank also moved forward to attack, making a beeline for the goth kid. He took a swing at him, punching the goth kid squarely in the stomach. The goth stumbled back a moment, gasping for air. Then, collecting himself, he rushed forward as if he was going to tackle Tank. However, just as the kid was supposed to run into him, he simply vanished. Tank, however, reacted as if he had been hit, stumbling back and nearly losing his footing.
Jonn Birkey
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
The dirt responds to his command. It takes some effort, but the hole in the door is widened, until it is big enough for a person to squeeze through.
“My hero,” Shannon said, offering him a bright smile. She had just finished putting the metal plating back onto the gauntlet. She pushed a button, and the gauntlet fell open. After placing her hand into it, it closed with an audible snap, and a low hum. Out of the corner of his eye, Rumble would be able to see the other gauntlet rise from the floor and fly into the room. “Thanks! I think I can finish with the door. Sounds like you have got a fight out there.”
New York, New York
August 2, 2003
James’ hand flashes out, easily snatching the officer’s gun from his hand. A look of surprise flashes upon his face, as he suddenly finds himself disarmed. He appears to be even more surprised when James simply hands the weapon back to him. “What the hell…?”
Suddenly, the door is opened wider, and James sees that there are two more officers, who had been hidden by the door before. However, his attention is drawn to the ambulance when the back doors are suddenly thrown open. Yet another officer who had been standing near the police cruiser jumps and starts to draw his weapon. However, before he could do so, a loud shot rang out, and the officer crumbled to the ground. It was then that James saw the gunman. He was about 5’6, with long brown hair and eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. He was dressed all in a black shirt, black slacks, and heavy black boots; the outfit was completed by a long black leather trench coat. In both hands he held a gun.
At this new threat, two of the four officers turned to face the ambulance once more, while a third moved to put himself between James and the unknown assailant.
-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
Aug. 3, 2003
“An outsider and a child, yet you dare ask me my name? You claim to be Menominee, but the Menominee teach their children respect,” the great bird ruffled his feathers. “Very well, Outsider Child, you may call me Raven. I ask you again, what business do you have here?”
-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan
When Black Star reached the train station, she saw that the hijacked train had already arrived. Most of the hostages had been uninjured, and after being interviewed by the police, were released to their loved ones. Those who had been injured had already been sent to the nearby hospital.
The scene was chaotic, but the officers that were present were trying their best to keep order. It was clear that one officer in particular was in charge; a stern-looking gentleman who looked to have spent the better part of his life on the police force. He was in the process of speaking with two very young officers, but upon seeing her, he excuses himself from them and looks up at her. “You are the one who chased off the hijacker.” Though he appears to be pleased to see her, there is a deep sadness in his eyes. “Please accept my thanks.”
Marcus Stevens
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
“Good guess, kid,” the armored guy replied with a snort. Proton’s shot goes wild, completely missing him. He smirked and raised the laser cannon to return fire. He also misses, but Proton was aware of the smell of singed hair; apparently, the armored guy had barely missed. “Last chance to get out of the way. I want those gauntlets.”
Tank also moved forward to attack, making a beeline for the goth kid. He took a swing at him, punching the goth kid squarely in the stomach. The goth stumbled back a moment, gasping for air. Then, collecting himself, he rushed forward as if he was going to tackle Tank. However, just as the kid was supposed to run into him, he simply vanished. Tank, however, reacted as if he had been hit, stumbling back and nearly losing his footing.
Jonn Birkey
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
The dirt responds to his command. It takes some effort, but the hole in the door is widened, until it is big enough for a person to squeeze through.
“My hero,” Shannon said, offering him a bright smile. She had just finished putting the metal plating back onto the gauntlet. She pushed a button, and the gauntlet fell open. After placing her hand into it, it closed with an audible snap, and a low hum. Out of the corner of his eye, Rumble would be able to see the other gauntlet rise from the floor and fly into the room. “Thanks! I think I can finish with the door. Sounds like you have got a fight out there.”
