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 Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:34 pm
The Adams and Eves, upon escaping from the warehouse in Area 51, accompany Host-Agents B and D out of the compound. Host-Agent R remains within as the compound collapses.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:49 pm
"He made it away with almost all of them," Lizzie declared hollowly. "We're stuck. s**t, we're stuck."
"At the very least we can... hell, I don't know." Lionel stopped himself. "It seems like we should have brought out Felt and Maxwell. We might've been able to conclusively triumph."
"Too late now," declared a recovering Lance. "Well, we could drag 'em up here and fill 'em in. We need to see if we can dig out R, or his corpse or whatever."
"On it," declared Harry, slapping the ground with whatever energy remained and opening a barely-man-sized portal. He stuck his head through it. "You two! Over here!" In a moment, the two moved through, and before them all stood Mike Felt (completely intact) and Jon Maxwell (nobody had quite seen what had happened to him at the party either). The portal snapped shut as soon as they were through.
"What... what just happened?" Mike demanded. "You kept us in some sort of warehouse for... hours! Bored out of our skulls, and then you drag us out to the desert?"
"We just lost our transportation home," Lizzie retorted. "Now we've lost a friend, and we're gonna try to dig him out of that." She pointed at the wreckage. Mike bit his lip.
"I... I see. And these gentlemen?" he asked, pointing to the Agents.
Lizzie shrugged, looking to them for an answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:58 pm
"Host-Agent B," said the first, a large man with buzzed brown hair. His black glasses and set jaw gave him a very intimidating visage.
"Host-Agent D," the second popped in. He was smaller, with darker skin and longer dark brown hair. He had a gas mask hanging around his neck, as did Host-Agent B. He fingered it as he looked around, his head darting left and right.
"We work for the government. Host-Agent R, who you met inside, is our Commander. In recognition of your actions inside, we'll protect you from any investigation or experimentation."
"And don't worry," D said with a small smile, "R will be out shortly."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:01 pm
Indeed, within a few seconds there was a rumble along the ground. They looked towards the facility, where smaller pieces of rubble where shifting slightly. Towards the back, a large piece of metal shifted.
Then, in an upward explosion, Host-Agent R blew out of the wreckage, carrying in one hand a familiar metal pod. He was bloodied and more twisted biotic than human-looking, but he had certainly succeeded.
He carried the pod over and set it down. "What is this?" he asked, panting. His visible skin was all twisted and purple, thick veins pulsing, but his glasses remained over his blood-red eyes. His clothing was mostly a lost cause.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:21 pm
Lizzie gasped in relief as he brought the pod forward. "One of them... at least there's one of them," she muttered, grabbing the man-sized object and circling around it, inspecting it.
"It's... it's how we ended up in this period of time," Lionel explained. "That's the major component of the Eden device. How did you even manage to recover it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:52 pm
Adela gave Agent D a half smile. "So Agent D, do you mind if you set down my friend there? I want to be able to heal his wound, you know." She'd easily discovered the offensive mode of her power. Now it was time to practice the actual use of her ability.
Once Agent D had laid Schraeder on the ground, Adela put her hands on his chest. Mmkay. So this'll be my first time trying to heal. Putting all her focus on Schraeder's wound, she watched as it slowly started to heal. Once his wound was clear, Adela smiled, "You've really got to take better care of yourself. What would you do if I weren't around?" she joked.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:10 pm
"Bloody American parties... This is what I get for experimenting other cultures. I don't even know how long we were in that hole of a place."
The young Brit stretched his arms and neck before dusting off his elaborate and expensive garments. He shuffled his right hand into his coat pocket, rattling his antique saber still in its sheath, pulled forth an silver pocket watch and flipped it open.
He was focused on the conversation of the others, however his eyes never left the time piece.
The hands were not moving.
I see... It all makes sense now... So that's why I have no recollection of the time that has passed...
In fact, they had stopped at the exact moment that he was at the party that exposed them to this wild new concept of time travel... and biotic humans like the one who just leaped out of the wreckage. These strange things and signs were out of this world beyond the realm of belief, and yet, here they were.
Joneleth simply watched with interest as he slid the time piece back into his coat, returning to the others' conversation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:45 pm
"It was in the holding area," Host-Agent R said. "Brought here just the other day. Wasn't easy to miss."
He watched in mild interest as Schraeder's wound knit itself together. Yet these people weren't Hosts! What was this?
Taking Lizzie and Lionel for leaders, R said, "I think we need to have a little chat, here. Come with me." He walked back a little ways, signaling for them to follow.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:23 pm
Adela let out a small frustrated sigh. "And again we are left in the dust," she muttered as she watched the leaders leave. It wasn't that she didn't like following orders, but she DID like knowing what was going on. They'll tell us when they come back, I suppose. She looked at Schraeder with a small furrow in her brow. "Are you feeling better now? Your wound's not bothering you, right?" As far as she could tell, she had gotten through to the entire wound, but maybe she only repaired the skin. I'm pretty sure I got it all. The only way I'll know for sure is for Schraeder to answer me.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:25 pm
He coughed deeply, groaned, and closed his eyes. His head slumped to the side, but a slight smile curled one side of his mouth.
"Thanks," he murmured.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:40 pm
Feeling a bit frustrated that he was being left out of the conversation that was clearly far more interesting than anything he had experienced in the past long while, Jon walked over to the couple who were apparently sharing a moment. Normally he wouldn't interrupt such a sweet scene, but he was irritable after being indisposed for so long.
"Sorry to part you two flirts like this but since I've been left out of the loop for some reason ever since that God-forsaken party, I don't believe I ever caught your names. I feel that since we were in the same boat, I'd much prefer introductions. I am Jon... Joneleth Maxwell, ... formerly heir to the Maxwell Steels company... though I'm afraid these recent turn of events have changed that path for quite a while."
The young blond haired Brit shook his head and sighed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:51 pm
Adela whipped her head in Joneleth's direction. "Que'stas hablando, hombre?" Flirts?! Where the hell did he get--ohhh. Adela's hands had been on Schraeder's chest, so perhaps the sight was misconstrued. "Uh, sorry. To clear things up, we're not together. Just friends, 'kay?" After listening to his introduction, Adela responded, "My name's Adela. It's just easier for you to stick with that." I don't want to have to constantly repeat my last name.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:02 pm
Schraeder sighed. Adela would have taken it for a sigh of relief at the pain being gone; Jon, a sigh at having to speak. In reality, it was just a general sigh, the catalyst of which was Adela's refusal of certain advances.
"Stetson Schraeder," he said, speaking clearly though it hurt him slightly. "Pleasure, surely."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:42 pm
"Sorry for the extended detention," Harry told Jon. His eyes, behind the goggles, were completely unreadable. So was his masked face. And most of his body, concealed in the winter clothing as it was. "We needed to make sure you were physically well before moving on."
The Adams were all taking care of each other, and few of them seemed up to speaking. Or at least, until the blonde-haired one (apparently Michelle) moved to beside Schraeder.
"Why did you teleport so close? I almost had The Thief down... if you had been a little further back, or come from a different direction..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:46 pm
Schraeder raised an eyebrow, his eyes still closed. "You can't be serious."
He sat up slowly, only wincing once, and looked her in the face with eyes that said I cannot believe you are actually doing this. "Really? I saved you. I don't know if you remember that part. You know, when that guy with the freaking bladed arms was trying to slice you to ribbons? When I popped in and stopped him? No?"
He scoffed and laid his head back down. "Sorry if I ruined your little plan. I was doing my best to help, and if you don't like what I did, then you can go to Hell."
It was clear that he would talk no more on the matter.
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