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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 5:07 pm
The sedative was slowly working on the bear's system. The bear reached a clearing and knelt down. He gently laid down the unconscious woman. He turned back into Fitz. The boy was overwhelmed by the drug and fainted shortly afterwards.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:14 am
Tha-thump.
Blood Eyes twitched in his sleep. He murmured to himself inaudibly. It seemed as if he was having a nightmare.
Ba-dump
Blood Eyes tossed again. It was getting harder to sleep. His index finger twitched on an imaginary trigger. The buzzer of his alarm clock sounded, and he bolted upright screaming, “SHUT UP!” He looked around noticing the bright red digits. He sighed and hit snooze and lay down again. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling watching the insects buzz around. His dreams were becoming more and more troubling. Maybe it was the killing. Maybe his “talent” was getting stronger. Whatever it was, he was greatly troubled. He slid his tired eyes over his walls. Pinned to them were several certificates printed out of a Fallon Mosher. That was Blood Eyes’ real name. All the certificates were for fighting and violence. He even had a few arrest warrant proudly pinned up. There was a picture of a smiling teen with a black eye and bloody gap instead of a front tooth. Absentmindedly, Fallon ran his tongue of his fake tooth. With much groaning his got up and unceremoniously ate some Cheerios that he stored under a simple desk. Rolling the O’s around his mouth, Fallon ruminated. He supposed it was time to move again. He never stayed one place very long. He was hunted by the law. He pulled out a canvas bag and cleared his wall dumping everything inside along with the alarm clock and his clothes. He pulled out what looked like two laptop bags. One had a sniper rifle inside. The other actually contained a laptop. He opened the door to the apartment he had broken into blinking in the light of the noonday sun. He casually walked out onto the streets. He walked hunched over with a feral glare in his eyes. The glare kept most people at bay. He tossed the empty box of Cheerios into the first dumpster he came to.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:25 am
Caligdula smiled and shook a finger at him. “That is right and don’t you forget it.” She sighed. “Now I have to get back to all that paper work.” It was obvious from her tone that she had been trying to avoid paperwork the whole time. She had always wanted a leader position in the government from the moment that she naively volunteered her cells for Project Super Human, but she didn't think there would be so much paper work involved. She was SHD001 and supposedly the only one. At least, as far as the alphanumeric system went she was. Callie suspected there were other Super Human Donors in her time. Records could get lost all the time. They no longer used the SHD system. That was before there were results. The other retired system she used was CSH, Created Super Human. Those were the first “Gifted” as they came to call themselves. She snorted derisively. She called her powers a gift, but she refused to believe that the people created artificially were gifted with their powers. Now there were tons of alphanumeric codes instead of the simple two from her past. She sighed and muttered almost to herself. “So many numbers and letters.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:52 pm
"Let's get going." Magus suggested. He just wanted to get back to HQ. ((Sorry short post))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 7:50 pm
Caligdula nodded briefly. "Yes. I guess I better log this too. You don't have to write out a report. Unless you have something that you want to add that I don't know. Like how you knew that attack was going." She arched a black eyebrow.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:07 pm
"I don't see how you didn't she practically yelled it to I'm guessing our bear friend."He said. He was making it seem as if he just happened to intercept the message.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:15 pm
John Van "...Gift, yes. It is. From on high it came, I remember it clearly..." It was storming that night. The rain pounded the grassy hills, pouring down the mountain as it flooded into the valley. His village lay below it, being swept over like the purging of the first borns in Egypt. It was God's will that they should leave the valley, that they should travel beyond their quite mountain home. Sean ventured up higher, up to the summit of the mountain. Mother had said not to run ahead, but the valley echoed like the chorus of angels. Thunder clapped and swayed as the Lord sent down his power on the land in blazing white streaks. Then it happened all too fast. A bolt hit him square, ignoring a nearby tree well over his height. Then another, and another. 12 times it hit him over, as the other villagers caught up. But he was fine. It tickled a bit. In those flashes of light he saw the eyes of God, and was content with what had happened to his village. When he was alone he found that God had sent more than this phenomenon. He could control those flashes of white; electricity. But such a gift was not to be trifled with, and it was his family's creed that directed him. Never would he harm unless directed so by the divine. Sean spoke out after he retold his tale, half in a dream. "And shepherds we shall be, For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." ((For those who are Boondock Saint fans, you'll recognize that.)) Xanthe smiled and yet felt angered at the smae time. This man was arrogant, no, more of ignorant. Xanthe let his hypnosis go further so he could let the other sleep, have him be drug out and take him to be tested. Perhaps now his pet would get to play. "Good..Good...Sean...you may sleep now..." His eyes seemed to melt in some kind of serene dream as Xanthe started to lull him to sleep. Hr had no patience (Neither do I, just play along <3) and let the other fall asleep. Grabbing him by his collar, he didn't even wait for sleep but drug him out of the cell and down many hallways and stairs. Eventually to somewhere unknown. It was dark and heavy breathing could be heard. Someone else was in this darkroom besides Xanthe and Sean.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:28 pm
Sean floated in a fog. Dreamless and lucid, the world flashed before him in brief glimpses. where was he being taken...thump thump went his body as it hit the stairs. A dark, heavy noise had filled the air as Sean tried to shake away the demons of sleep. He couldn't afford to black out.
Groans escaped his lips as he concentrated his effort on focusing. He gritted his teeth, prompting small electrical shocks to jump the small gaps and give brief glow to the room like a flickering bulb.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 4:50 am
Xanthe turned ad was tempted to kick Sean, but he just smirked instead. As the bulb flickered, the lights turned on to show a young man in chains. His short blond hair looked wet and he only wore jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. The room was hot, even Xanthe wanted to loosen his tie a bit.
The other's panting continued as he lifted his head weakly. His eyes were glazed. This mans presence was powerful, so much power in him.
"Evening...Masato..." Xanthe smiled. The other couldn't reply, other than a tired glare. This Gifted was horribly abused. Used for Xanthes ultimate wish. To rid the world of the Gifted, hopefully forever.
Masato was once a junior supervisor for Manhattan. He caused much havoc there and had one of the most oddest gifts among all the Gifted, the power to steal others powers. When Xanthe learned of the gift, he had to harness the power.
((If you've see the first HORRIBLE X-men movie, the is like the reverse machine that Magneto uses.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:31 pm
Sean's eyes started to focus, making out shapes and figures in the dark room. He let his mouth stay open as his the electricity illuminated the room and allowed him to see better. Soon the fog lifted enough for him to stagger up on his feet. He felt the full effects of the dreary episode coupled with the wearing effects of alcohol. His system was pretty much flushed now, the hangover effects weren't too bad because he was hydrated. The room dimmed as the electricity stopped as he rasped out a few words.
"Whats this then? Me new room mate?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 11:31 am
Caligdula clicked her tongue in scolding. "That bear arrived very late." She twirled a red bang between two fingers. "I have my eye one you. Don't you forget it. If you really desire that promotion, it would be more worth your time to get my eyes off you." She strolled ahead of him. Her red eyes slid from side to side looking for something to occupy her until she got back to those papers. A new Gifted perhaps. Though she feared she already had her fill of Gifted for the day.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:40 pm
"Maybe she was trying to warn me because I'm gifted too...not that it really matters anymore."He said.He needed to be back at HQ. It was odd, but he felt the safest right under their nose.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:59 pm
Caligdula was still trying to unbind the knot of lies and half-truths he was weaving. "That doesn't seem very plausible. If it was just because you were Gifted that is. You saw what I did. And once again. I repeat, don't ever breath a word of it. You would wish you had died at her hands when I get my hands on you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 5:09 pm
Magus shrugged.He didn't know what to do. It was best to just try to drop it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 4:13 pm
Caligdula shrugged. "Whatever. Why am I even being so personable with you? I don't even like you." She walked faster passing by a homeless looking man rifting through a trash can. ((Fallon))
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