GPD/Genesis/Aegis [A Return...]

[Vincent of the Fire]

Vincent tugged at the box, putting it down on the ground quickly, before shaking his head. "Always so pushy. Pushy pushy pushy. I'll tell ya, I hate it when the hire from outside. Kei should be the comissioner right now. Of course, who am I to say that? But ick ritle mck nichti aslig ansug." It was gibberish now. Something was happening to him, not that anyone particularly cared. if one had been attentive enough to notice, they might have noticed he had started slipping about the time he entered Craven's office. But no one seemed to notice, or care. not even the bat thing, Hob, who seemed to have a very selective memory.

[Torment]

Craven produced his PDA, sending an announcement to all GPD personnel, "If anyone is to see Vincent Colbini, he is to be captured on sight. He is mentally unstable and has been dishonorably discharged from the Gaia Police department. There will be a warrant for his arrest within minutes." He looked back to Vince, "You've brought this upon yourself, and your friends." The four remaining orbs gathered together and began to quake as Craven wrapped his hand around it. Blood dripped the the ground as surges of bright red crossed his skin, the blood coming from his right hand merged with the sphere, empowering it as that which came from his left hand and eyes just ran to the floor.

[Vincent of the Fire]

Vince was beyond listening, his hands wandering through his desk. After a moment, he froze, and slowly keeled over onto the desk, collapsing, for lack of a better word. His head hit the desk, and then he slowly fell to the ground. In his hand was clutched something, though it was impossibly hard to see. He was out cold. Who knew why.

[SkyTek_Inspector]

Torment

In an uneasy flight Hob emerged from Craven's office and landed on his shoulder as the rush of blood began to fill his ears. He seemed much different now than the man that had been fumbling at the desk, "Citizen Vincent Colbini, you leave me no choice. Computer." A voice chiped up as a holographic face with captions formed before him, "Yes Commissioner Craven?" Craven smirked, "Activate lockdown level 4, authorization as given by Sebastian Crave, Commissioner. Password and voice verification, Sanguis Heroicus." The GPD began to rumble as the doors and windows began to seal off, followed by a lurch as it began to sink.

Watson almost fell from his bench as the building sank. Not quite knowing what was going on, Watson scrambled for the door but found it was locked.

"What in heavens name...?!"

Watson was not very happy about the situation. He walked towards the main area and tried the door. After hearing the radio message from the lobby, he began to calm down. Apparently something was aloof with one of the employees and needed to be tended to. He pulled out his revolver and loaded it. He then hid the gun in his coat pocket within his quick reach and began to wait for the disgruntled ex-employee.

[Torment]

Craven stared towards where Vince had been, slowly releasing his deathgrip of the Hellball, but not discharging or dismissing it. He began to move forwards as he instructed the computer to disengage lockdown. He directed the nearest living ~NPC~ officer to go poke Vince with a stick.

[Vincent of the Fire]

Vince promptly rolled over, still out. He was definately out cold. Blood ran from his nose and ears. Something wasn't right.

[Torment]

Craven kicked the Officer that was 'sleeping' on the floor next to him with blood all over him, "Go get him and take him to the hospital, keep him under guard. Remember to take his badge and gun this time." The dead one didn't hear it, obviously, so another nearby gave him a helping hand, or two.

[Vincent of the Fire]

He wasn't getting the gun. Believe it or not, the gun seemed to have disappeared. It wasn't in the holster, which was the last place he put it. His issue weapon was in fact in his desk, collecting dust.

[Torment]

Craven kicked the dead guy again, "You look slightly injured, go get yourself patched up, then you can be the one to guard him." With a sigh several NPCs nearby carried both Vince and the dead Officer away. Craven, meanwhile, tottered off to his office to sleep for a good four days or so.

[SkyTek_Inspector]

Something was too quiet, for the lock-down to go up and come back off so quickly, it seemed there was a glitch in the incident. Watson walked towards the commissioner's office only to find the commissioner down the hall in another office. Watson walked towards the visibly tense constable with caution. However, the clacking of his cane made Watson's presence well known. He peered into the office out of pure interest and was surprised to see the ex-officer unconscious and somewhat bathed in blood.

[ChaosHuntress]

Phex stares at the bustle of activity. It seems that, whatever this place is or what, there is much to see an do. She listens to the loud blast of sounds (following Pei and Mik's fight), the rumbling of the ground (strange activities inside O_o; ), and new guy walk in (Tek from a few pages back). Phex smiles and tilts her head as she, simply, looks around. She then smells blood in the air... It almost smells...familiar. She shrugs that off as she continues to look around, still "hanging" (more like sitting) from a branch in a random tree in the park area.

[Bane Incarnation]

OoC

Holy Sh... O_o Now that's a woman with some class Nemesis might actually pee in his pants for blaugh


X. I remember you as...Smith or something, I believe... Didn't you join with some bum named Clint Morris? NOTE: I mean bum in the nicest way possible ^_^

The "injured" racoon animorph continues to head towards the building. Now, he has less reason to believe his sources are actually right about this place. It doesn't smell or feel the same. There's one big differance that just...doesn't make it worth it. Maybe he could just threaten them and leave. It seems less a waste of his time. He heaves a disgruntled sigh as he loops around the front of the building. He rolls his eyes as that also seems to have little real effect. The blasted door's missing. He decides not to take a seat. There's no need to damages this body any further. What a pitiful turn of events.

[Valyon]

Bane Incarnation

OoC

Holy Sh... O_o Now that's a woman with some class Nemesis might actually pee in his pants for blaugh


X. I remember you as...Smith or something, I believe... Didn't you join with some bum named Clint Morris? NOTE: I mean bum in the nicest way possible ^_^

(You confused me on Smith, as I've never rolled with a 'Smith' But Clint Morris, I do know that. ^_^. *Re-adds you on AIM*)

[Torment]

The GPD computer systems begin to buzz with activity as a high priority transmission transmission takes over the majority of the computer systems, eating up all possible processing power. Several single processors belonging to officers crash, suffering from complete system failures.

A deluge of information flood the GPD computer systems, all about one single entity. One man is all the report deals with. Who could be of such a threat that the entire world would need to know of how to defend themselves from his mere presence? What thing, for this could be no normal man, could get such a high ranking official so worked up?

When the deluge ended a letter was distributed to all GPD officers, reading as follows.

letter

I have found my life once more. The ash has been left behind and the ancients crawl forth to return to their ancestral home. The future is where my sight, and my heart, lies. I'll return soon enough.

J'TN'D, Agent 17

[Torment]

~Downtown Barton~

Torment sit perched upon a high ledge of a larger building just outside the slums at the edge of downtown. He can see several miles in every direction, focusing his sight with a slight magical enchantment. He keeps a vigil over the GPD as well as the slums, searching for any three people. Though this may not be Torment, per se, he's close enough. The link that Torment shares with Vincent Colbini is not present in this being, and his hair is radically different from that of the Archmagi. A heli flies low overhead, casting a spotlight over him briefly as his form dissolves into little more than a pulsating red orb of light.