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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 1:34 pm
Timeline position: Two days after Moira leaves for her mission to Sanctuary, putting this a week and two days after Coming Home.
Current Location: Renegade base, Laboratory.
Michael paced back and forth in his lab, mulling over the data that had just been uncovered by Cordelia and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So what you are saying is to rally a little group together, and take down this facility? It's not heavily guarded, and there are several kidnapped meta inside that we could recruit to the Renegade that would make up for the show at the parley..." He stopped to look at Cordelia, who had been sitting in here for the last three hours, going over information, schematics, and plotting a course for them. He knew she wouldn't be fighting, she had made that very clear to him as he tried to piece everything together quickly.
Michael turned to look at her for the moment and took in a deep breath. He dialed Arno in on his cell phone.
"Arno, it's Michael. Get down to the lab. "
"What...why?"
"I've got a mission to rescue some meta, and I need your help. Also, that's where Moira's husband is."
Michael realized there was no sound on the other line, but could see several of the movement indicators on the wall moving. Well, that got some pep in the fish boy's step. He folded his hands and sat down, waiting on Arno to burst into the room, and without fail, he did.
"You better not be messing with me, four eyes, or I'll sock you like last time.
"Please, just take a seat, without running your mouth, Cordelia will fill you in."
Michael had so many ideas in his head, even his heart was racing. He would have a chance to do something to strike back at the government that was subjugating them, plus get some new members. Of course they'd need medical treatment and food, so, since he'd made up with Kate, he could leave her with a lot of instructions for the mission. It'd be a day mission, obviously, well, more of a night mission, but only take a day. The current plan had been to get Cordelia to teleport them in, and for him to use his sight teleport to pull them out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 4:50 pm
Cordelia was focused on her laptop as he rambled what they had discussed for pretty much the fifth time. "Yes, exactly.." she answered then began to type a bit on the laptop, running programs and surveillancing that area as Michael called in Arno. Cordelia leaned back in the chair and grabbed her cellphone from next to the computer and dialed someone.
"What's up, Barbie?"
There was a twinge of irritation in her face that quickly faded. "Do you want to blow s**t up or not?"
"Oh hell yes, I'm there! Where you at?"
"The lab, get down here, I'm going over details of the mission right now. This is hush hush. So don't tell anyone."
"Whatever. I'll be right there."
Cordelia hung up the phone and glanced up to Arno who was wearing a pink hoodie. "...nice hoodie.." she commented off-handedly then put down her phone down to sit up and type into the computer again.
Blaise took a step into the room and paused. "Hold on." she grabbed the handle of the door and backed up, closing it. After a few moments, she kicked the door in suddenly. "Holy s**t tell me about this mission!!!" she exclaimed excitedly with a huge stupid grin on her face.
Cordelia literally face-palmed as Blaise unnecessarily kicked the door in. "If you quite ******** done, I'd like to get this s**t started..." she retorted angrily and waited for Blaise to enter the room all the way before beginning. "Right, so this is an in and out job. It's a facility in Morrad called Age of Hope Research Center. I've identified it as a Haven facility and it's holding quite a number of kidnapped Metas that we could recruit to the Renegade if done right as well as boost our fame and threat since the travesty that was Parley." she started. The only reason she had agreed to help despite literally coming dangerously close to the one thing she was avoiding, she couldn't let them go in without an out and even more so, recruiting for Renegades would help Zaku and she still wanted to help him despite what she had recently learned about him. She still hadn't given up hope entirely but none the less, she was needed for this job.
"We will go in at dusk about 7:15pm just after change shift. They have a low amount of staff so taking out who's in there won't be hard. I will teleport you all to Morrad, and I will disable cameras and security systems. That's where my aid ends and I'll be splitting ways from there since I have other things to attend to. Once inside, you'll infiltrate and grab whoever you can, I sent the coordinates of the Meta you're looking for: Vic Jessue. I was able to temporarily hack into their cameras and get a visual on him. You'll have 15 minutes to get in and get out before the systems come back up. At that point, Michael will teleport everyone back to here. Any questions?"
"Yes... can I blow it up?"
"Depends on if there's still Metas inside. If it's just humans, then whatever, I don't give a flying ********, torch the place and crumble it." she commented then closed the laptop. "Alright, so if there are no further questions, I'll go ahead and teleport us there."
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 5:18 pm
Arno turned a dark shade of blue at the comment on his hoodie and looked down at it. "This is my girlfriend's hoodie thank you. For while she's out." He grunted and took a seat on a counter-top, which thankfully didn't have anything on it at the time. He fiddled with his fingers in excitement. He could do a good by getting Vic out, and making Moira even more happy. That was his plan, a gift for her to return to. He nodded as Cordelia started explaining the situation, and eyed Blaise. She'd recently gained the infatuation of the captain, so he had to make sure she came out clean too. He sighed softly, taking another deep breath to try and still his beating heart.
"That means, in and out, not stopping to cause a fight just because we can. We can level the building as we are leaving, but we have to make sure our priority is slipping in and out to gather the prisoners there. That also means, save the exploding for doors and people until such time I'm ready to teleport us out. " He rubbed his face again and stepped behind a changing screen to change out of his normal clothing. He was in a set of clothing off-set with blacks and browns, more of a camoflauge than anything, and adjusted what sounded like plates underneath.
"I have two more sets of plated vests, in the even that firearms are discharged. They won't make you bulletproof, but they will at least stop some impact should you come into fire. He stepped forward and put down two vests for Blaise and Arno. "Are you really going to wear that hoodie on this mission? He tugged at his soft soled boots, adjusting a few knives on his belt as well as a pouch that contained some smoke bombs and another pouch of caltrops.
"Yes...Yes I am." Arno claimed defiantly, hopping down to grab the vest and slip it on over the large hoodie. He buckled it in and looked over at Blaise. "Put a good word in with the Captain for me, eh?" He gave her a toothy grin and put his hands behind his back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 6:14 pm
Cordelia quirked an eyebrow, "....ooookay.." she retorted then sighed.
"Okay okay, I get it. Get the prisoners out first then torch and crumble the building. Yessss. Also... I don't have the canon, so I can do that explodey thing, but that's all I have if s**t goes south. Let's not do that. Let's just get in, maybe set a few fires, and then get the hell outta dodge." she rambled then smiled. Looking over to Arno she laughed, "I'll think about it if you play real nice this time, okay?" she joked then had an excited look in her eyes. "I'm ready, let's party!"
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Blaise. "Vest."
"OKAAAAY FIIIIIIIIINE~" she reluctantly took the last vest and put it on. She wasn't going to argue it since Cordelia would simply just give her flack for getting shot at multiple times before. Oh well. She then smiled again. "Come on, let's go! I'm getting bored just standing around!!"
She sighed, closing her laptop and pulling it into her arms and stepping forward to the group. "Alright, let's go." she announced then closed her eyes to concentrate, shadows rising up to envelope them into a bubble as they faded away from the lab.
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Shadows bubbled up and then died down as the group of four appeared very close to the facility that was the goal of their mission. Immediately Cordelia dropped to her knees, almost dropping the laptop as she tried to regain her breath, straining from the power used to get them to Morrad.
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 6:24 pm
Michael stacked up at the back-door entrance to the facility, motioning for the other two to stack up at the side of him and nodded. He waited for Cordelia to give the signal and pushed the door open, noting that the electronic locks were down. He stepped inside and motioned the other two to follow. There was a solitary guard. Michael reached up, pulling a knife as his hand moved, and stabbed open his throat, ripping open the flesh and pulled him down and outside of the building. It wouldn't be too long if people started noticing guards moving, but there was no way to wait for this man to leave. Occupational hazards. Heh.
Arno followed in behind Michael, wanting to be second in line and watched him destroy the man in front. Arno arched a brow and bit his lip. Michael could kill if he wanted to. That was new. Was he holding back earlier for Moira's sake? They were in his facility...could he have killed them at any time? He shook his head to get his mind in order, stacking against the wall inside as Michael stopped to peer around the corner.
Michael motioned for the two and pointed to a double door that let to a set of stairs down with a sign on it that said restricted access and had a key-card reader that was already green. He would wait for Blaise and Arno before moving any further, wanting them to go first.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 7:37 pm
Cordelia pulled herself away to sit off to the side, opening her laptop and beginning to type as she shut down the cameras and security measures within. She glanced over to Michael and gave them the signal that they were good to go. As soon as they were in, she closed her laptop and forced herself to stand and began to walk down the street, keeping hidden to the shadows as she made her own get away. It was in their hands now, that was all she could do for them.
Blaise followed silently behind the two of them, keeping eye from the rear as she made sure they weren't going to get spotted, stacking up against the door, she grinned at Michael and nodded. As they moved in, she watched Michael take someone down and she was honestly impressed he was holding his own for now.
She moved with them, carefully keeping to the group as she moved around, listening carefully, ready to be some brute strength the moment they needed it. Things were going well, like they were supposed to... Zaku could really take note. Shame he had no idea.
As Michael waited, she nodded silently to Arno then moved to point as she pushed the door open carefully for once. She moved down the hallway, crouched as to not draw attention to herself. She gave a signal to some rooms down the hallway. There were some screams, some eerie noises that she couldn't exactly explain other than loud static coming from one of the rooms and someone was.. singing? Well if that wasn't unsettling, she didn't know what was...
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 7:49 pm
Arno slipped down beside Blaise, readying himself behind her, cracking his knuckles. "You ready?" He whispered, muscles bristling for a fight. He knew there'd probably be some f***ked up S*** down here, but he was ready to go.
Michael took the steps slowly, steadying his breathing. He was trying to force his emotions down, trying not to vomit. He tapped the both of them and made points for them to breach the two doors nearest to them, wanting to cover ground quick, and being ready to back up whomever needed him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 8:22 pm
Blaise moved to look into the window of the room, seeing a male strapped to a chair, there was a lot of blood and he looked to be unconscious. She looked down to Arno and pointed to the door, signaling him to go in there, as she moved to the door right across the hall. She opened the door carefully, the weird static noise growing in volume as she looked at a pale ghostly looking girl staring up at one of the cameras in the corner of the room, mouth agape as she was the one making the noise. Blaise took a step back. "...michael... you can handle that one.. i'm good..." she whispered, an uneasy look in her face as she moved down the door, finding empty rooms or some rooms with only pieces of bodies.
The singing was getting louder. Finally hitting the end room, she looked in, seeing a girl with short black hair and bandages across her eyes and wrapped down her body. She was singing as she seemed to walk around the room aimlessly. Blaise frowned and opened the door slowly. "Hey... we are here to save you.." she whispered calmly as they girl whipped around to face her, her singing stopping immediately.
Blaise looked back down the hallway to see how the other two were doing. She grabbing the black-haired girl's hand and began to lead her out of the room and back down the hallway. "She's the last one... it seems there were only three prisoners alive today... Let's hurry up and get out before they figure out we are here..." she whispered quietly.
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 8:31 pm
Slowly turning her head back and at an angle to look at the door, the pale ghost girl stared at the open door with wide, pitch black eyes that matched her inky black hair. Body eventually turning to follow the direction that her head had turned in, she slowly tilted her head one way, and then another. Squinting slightly, she opened her mouth and made the strange static noise again. Seeing nothing at the door, she took a step forward, then another, and then bolted for the open door.
"I̡̤͔̙͔̊ͨ͛͛̂͊ͭ͒͋̇ͧ͛ͨͫͣ͛̏͐t̩͖̤̺̯̳̱̬̠̥̘̼̝͍̪ͩ̄̈ͪͭ̇̍̚̚̚͞͡ ̶̢̡̛͖͓̲͉̫̳̙̞͕̮̈̽ͯ̂ͤ̏͂ͣ̊ͭͬ͆̉̋ͫͪ͒ͪ̚ȋ̶̢͇̟̻͎͎͙̖͕̼̤̈́̍̉̓̒́͘s̶͎͎̯̰͖̗̬͙̠̲̖̺̟͓͎͓͖̝͌ͯ̍̈́͢ ̸̶̲͓̙̟̖̰̪̫̯̜̲͒̑̓̅̃̌͗́͡ͅo͌ͦ́̐͛ͦ̌͂̊ͭ̉͛ͯ͊҉̷̞̳̰̣̟͚͚̞͘͝pͣ̅̓ͤ̑̓ͬ͑̆̊̅̃̇ͧ͑̈ͨͥ̏҉͉̪͉̹͍̺̫̙̮̣̻̻̰͝e̫̪̘̭͇̺̞̼ͨ͋̅ͦͦ̀̒͛̂̇͊̈̿͞n̷̨̫̫̠̙̗̭͔̤̣̜͍̺̫̮̺̬ͧͨ̏̔̉̌̾̀͟ͅ ̢͕̫̘͖͈̟̠͇̬͔̦̳ͪ̇̽͌̐͐́͝-̧̰̺̰͇͍̗͍̹͚̱ͯ͗̃̊̉͛͆̎̈́ ̨͓̤̪̻͖͓̥̞̥͈̬̪͈̲̱̬ͧ̄͒ͪ͂̇͂̈̅̀ͭ̽̃̅̚͠͞ơ̴̭̖͙̳͉̳̣̼͔͔̱̝̘̮̒̓͌͗̑̿ͤ̎͌́̓ͭ̀̀p̵̧͖̯͔̭̀͌̑͛ͅe͗ͧ̃̉̏̓ͯ̇̂ͭ͆ͣ̆̀͝͏͎͔̫̭̹̖̼͇͍̹̖̼̦̟̥ͅñͧͩ͑̓̅ͥ͑͜͝͡͏̭̲͚̬̲̗̫!̵̠̞̜̝̰͍͓̣͙̖ͮ̊ͧ̃ͯ̓̄͑ͦ͗̌́́͞ ̴̄ͣ͑ͮͫͦͦ͏̧͕͙̦̟̘̬̟̙̖̬͕͔͖̥̮̥̼̖͓I̢̢̛̝͕̹̹̺͓̟̣̞̙̤̻̭͓̥̫̹ͫ̓̀͛ͬ͂͆̂̍́͘ẗ̯̹̬̫̲̘̠̟́ͦͦ͑ͭͩ̓ͨ̒̑̌̐ͣ̌͞e̵͖̪̟̙̳̰̺͆͗͊̀̉̍ͬ̓̓̈ͮ̔ͧͣ̇m̶̭͈̝̺̱̗̩̦̹͎͈̫̃͆̈́̄̎̒͐̓͐͑͂̾̋̈́͂ͦ,̨͚̲̳̤̭̝͓͛̔̃ͦ̊̌͂̃͘͟͟ ̜͉̫̞̳̀̔͂̽ͩ͌͊͛̈͟g̶̵̛̠̥̤̪̣͉̬̎̆͒ͮ̎ͭ̀ͪ̊͌̇͋̎͘͟į̙͇̟͎̩̟͚͙͓̫̤̮̯͗̾̐̐̌̍̄ͨ̕͞͡ͅv̸̅͑̔̿ͤ҉̡̡͔̳̗͚̝̗̫̬͖̙̮̰̯͚̲̜͢ẻ̸̻̪̘̤ͨ͋ͦ̒͡ ̧̺̣̣̻̠̫͍̝̘͆ͭ̀̆ͬ̄ͦͯ̆̏̋͑͋̍̒̍̚͜͞m̧̡̨͍̜̩̗̲̤̬͈̝̤͔̩̮̼̿̒̏̈́́͒̑ͧ̾͑ͭ͂̄ͥ̍ͩ͢ͅe̸̱̲̠̙̥̥ͫͣ͐̏͌͂̐̑ͩ̈͟ ̸̛͛̒̑ͧ̐̋̂ͣ̿ͫͯ̽͆̈́ͥ̂̚҉͖̩̹̭̖̲̮͎̖͈̖̣̠̮͎̯̩̩̕a̸̛͓̜͔͉͔͇̟̔̂̇̍̋ͭ̓̅͌͌ͧ͆ͯͭ̕ͅn̷̼͈̬͔̹͉̉̅̓͋͊̾̈̏ͦͮ̏ͣͧ͒ͬ̚͜ ̡̫̝̬̹̬̠̝͔̗̻̻̦͙̺̰̮̮͉ͦ̐̌̊̚͡͞i̛̻̰͚̜̞͎̞̼̺̰̣̬̝̻̜̱͚̰ͮ̈́͑̿̏̐̃̚͟͠ţ̵̸̦̘̭̞͈͉̳͔̤͇̰̖̩̱̭͂͊̈ͯͬ͑͠e̴̸̵̸̡̲͕̠̫̙̰̲̎̎̀̌m̠͈̱̙̓̓ͧͪͤ̾̉̐̈̾̀ͯ͊̒̈ͭ͌ͬ̀ͅ!̪̭̣͈̥̫̫̩̼̜̫ͥ̐̒ͯ̄̒̓̉͑͊̒̍̃ͪ̀̀̚"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 8:59 pm
Michael stopped to look over the girl and opened his arms. "We are here to get you out of here. Come with me. We will make you safe. " He offered, pointing Arno to the next door. That's when he heard it. Security cut back on and warning klaxons started to go off. "You better hurry up fish paste!" " Michael looked worried, regrouping back to the hallway.
"What the f***, I thought we had fifteen minutes?" He slammed into the door that contained Vic. He bit the handle off of it and kicked it a couple of times before finally making it give way. He stared at Vic, or whom he figured was Vic from the descriptions that Moira had given him. "Come on, dude...." He could tell the guy was unconcious and grabbed him up and over his shoulder. He made it back to the hall to see the other two captives "What the sh**?".
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 9:14 pm
Blaise's eyes widened as the sirens began to alarm. "Oh s**t... s**t... Okay, time to get the hell out before we all become prizes for horrible experiments!!" she demanded as she quickly took off for a run towards the boys, pulling the blind girl with her as they made their way back, "There's no one else, we have to go. We have to go right now!!!"
She looked over to the pale girl.. Yep, she was still scary as s**t, but no matter, they had saved three people, that was a good start. "Michael, wreck this building and get us out!"
The girl pulled her hand away from Blaise suddenly, as if to protest on the matter. Pulling her hands to her chest and shaking her head.
"Look, hun, we don't have time for second guessing, you need to come with us. If you stay, they will kill you." she reached out to try to grab her hand but she shied away again. Blaise moved around her to get behind her and began to shove the girl forward towards Arno and Michael with little effort. " Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go~"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 9:19 pm
Falling into Michael's arms a little haphazardly, clearly not having expected someone to stop her bolting through the compound to get an item, she looked around with wide, fear-filled eyes as the alarms started to be set off.
"T̆ͩ̾ͣ͐ͯͤͣͥ͏̢̩̤̻̙̀͝h̨̡̺̥̺̠̠̳̎͊͗̄ͣ̋̒̊ͨ̊̃̋ê̙̝̖̆͆ͣ͞͠yͪ̽̆̀ͪ̆ͦ̒̍͊ͥͫ̏ͩ̓̔ͤ͏̸̨̖͕̣͓͉̩̯͉͚ͅ ̵̶̼̤̼̫̗ͤ͂̀ͩ͆͊͡ȁ̭̣̫͈̟͕̭͔̦̞̗̤̪̬̎̑̔ͬ͠r͓̤̺̩͕̘̪͖̻̘̗̬͍͖̺͇͈̓ͭ̈́̌̎̈́̓̂̎́͌ͮ̉ͫ̊̐͘ë̶̵̘͚̤̝͓̤̩̲̹͚̭̥́̐̊̀̓̉̔ͭ͘͢ ̸͕̜̩͇͖͒͑ͩ͗̋̋͐́ç̺̝̭̹̯̪̤̾̇̒̀ͤ͋͆̓̏̆͒̅̓ò̧̢͎̦̭̖̪̘̥̳̱̮̥́͐͂̇͋̋̄ͅm̴͇̻̘͚̟͇̼̳͇̩̫̥̰̳̹̦̭̍̈̆̔̊̆ͨ͊̔ͩ̅͛ͩ͢ỉ̷̷̠̤̤͇̜̗̩ͬ̊͒ͫ̑̊ͫ̀́́ņ̸̧̭͚̼͍̦̦͙̙͕̝͉̳͙̒̌̋͊̑̄̓̈́̓̊ͥ̒̾̑ǧ̢̨̤̯̜̻͕͙̉̆ͪ͛̋͊̄̾͛̓͐̉ͦ́ͅ ̴͈̱͎̭̭̬̞͚̦̖͎̠̘̎̄ͥ̃͊ͪ̎ͬ̾͋̽̑̀͌̒ͥ̃̀̚̕ͅ-̰͔̞͍͒̃̀ͮͦ͊͑̋ͧͧ́͘͜͝ ̂ͧ́ͥͮ҉̮̯͖͚͍̮͔͘͟͠͠c̷̶̖̮̤̹ͩ͒̾̒̌̂̽o̡̙̩̼͙̪͙͍̩͖̫͑̂̂̅̒ͣ̔̈́ͣ͌̌̒̊ͨͬ͒ͯ̄͘͠m̧̮͉͎̥̣͉͖͇̲̱̟̈̋̈́ͯ͟͜͞į͖̪͚͈̮̤̭̗̞̲̬͈̼̇͐̃̉͡n̴̷͇̻̯̙̫̅͆ͭͩͯ̔̅ͬ̄̂͠g̵̢̼̼̠͎͈̜̖͓̞̮̣̠̯̙̯͈ͥ̾ͧ͗̀̌̀̈͗ͤ͊̀͜͞ͅ!̢̳͕̘͓͈̟̞̰̹͔͖̿ͪ̓̇͂ͮ́͠ ̸̴̑͋̏͒͌͌͑̃ͮ̃̆̽̋̓ͯ͢͏̨̘͍̗̘͓̭̻̰"
Looking around, her lips a thin frown if anyone cared to look at her face, one of worry. She kept prattling on and on in the strange, warped and warbled static-filled voice.
"T̡͊̾̏̿̇̊ͮ̈ͨ̌̒̾̊ͧͦͨ̚͢҉̶͙͙̻͉͍aͮͩͮ̒̌̓̂́ͮ͑̐̌̀ͦͪ҉̣͇̰̬̝̞̺̗͇̰̝̖͙̱͘͠k͇̱̫͈̩̘̰͔͎͙͈͎̫͉̩͔̜̹ͭ̊͑̆̾̓ͬͦ̇̍ͯͫ̎ͮͧ́͜͜͝͡ͅi̦̘̬͙̦͔̪̤͍͔͓̫̝͎͎̫̬ͬͩͫͩͮ̔́ͪ̐ͭ͊̾̿͟n̵̗̰͎̻̜͔͖͈͈̠̝̞̟̖͈̲͒̐͒͌͋̒͐ͣ͗ͦͨ̕͜͢g̷͎̠̞̲̳̺̘͙͙̜̱̠̠̀̒ͥͧ̿ͫ̎͛͛̉̒̌ͮ̀͢ͅ ̀̉͊̍̀̚͘͏̡̤̫̯̦̣́aͪ̋ͧ͒̃ͯ̏͂̓̈̃̊ͮ̅ͥͣ̀҉̡͈̘͓̤̘͎̘̘̪̫̲̖̤̥͇̝̯̀ṉ̡͎̭̝͎̺̤̺̝̟͎̘̜̞̣̥̈́͊̔͂ͦ͐ͧ́̄͐̌̐͂̊͡ͅd̯͚̜̱̫̩̙̽ͮͧ̈́͗̇͛͐ͪ̓̆́̚̕ͅ ̷̵̹̰̦̤͓͍̭̘̦̤͎̝̼͈̳̱̪̥͓̾͊͂ͥ͞g̶̸͖̱̰̰̠̙̯͈̟͕̩ͫ͒̔̃̈́͐̈́̓̇̇͟͡i͚̲̮̭̰̖̱̝̪̒͑̑ͨͬ̃̔̎ͩ͟v̸ͨ̎̽ͯ͐ͪͮͯ̈́͋̓̅ͪ̂ͧ͆҉͍̼̜͍͈̟̯̱̟̟͍̕͜iͯ͒̐ͥ̉͌ͫ̒ͯ̓͒̆̈́͋ͮ̓̍͏͇̯̘̺͔͇͈̮͉͍̬̻̯̖͇̫̼͠ͅn̢̛̟̰̜̗̮̯͚̥̤̥͓̲̠͓̅͑̉͂̄ͭ͋ͨ͌̓ͬ̓̃̑͜g̑ͬͬ̀͗ͤ̈́̔ͪ͐̇҉̗̺̖̤̳̦̯̖̙̣̙̱͈̯͙͜,̵̡̣̲̭̳͇̘͙̜̦̳͚̞̹̺̩̻̮̋̀ͧ̐̋̈́͊́̀̚̕ ̡̔̄̽̈́͐̊̒̈́̊ͨ̈̅̈́̍̚҉̮̺̦̜t̬̮͖̝̲̜͉̲̬̬̹̰̯̩̣̆̈͋̐̆͌̄ͫ̔͆̋̓̓̒̐ͣ̔̎͝ͅa̷̺̖̤̟͇͖̞̝̠͎̜͍̺̻̳̲͈̾̂ͭ͂̽͂̒̇̿̑ͨ̀ͭ̀̚̕͟ͅk͚̺̗͚͉͓͇͕̹̫̦̟̯̟͔͔̒̓ͯͤͫͩ́͘ḯ̷̮͕̬̲̗̭̭̯̖̝̱̬͍͍͔̰̦͇̑̈́ͨͫ͐͊̒̃͐͛̐̌̇̇ͧ̚͢ͅn̴ͥͯͮ̿ͣͪ̑̓̅̂́̃ͨ̚̕͏̴̣̮͕̫̻͓̳̦̥̫̖̖̫̞̭͝ͅͅg̷̨̮̘̦̹̠̖̼ͮ̾̈́͂̃̌̄ͮ̆͑̌́͂̀̂̊͊̚͝͞͝ ̨̣̼̱̥̠̺͓̦͍̦͚̻̘̤͔̋̓̑̄̚͟ă̶̱͉̫̞̥̲̤̘̼̝̲̭̣̱͇͉̻̄̊ͮ̏̌̉̈̊̓ͭ́̀͝ṋ̰̭̲̘̝̹͎̘̲̰͖̰̖̬̲̌ͭ͑ͤ̈͛ͦ̓̀̚͟͡d̸̗̝͉͈͇͉͖̻̙̂͂̃̂̌̕ ̪̙̤͙̟̲͔̯̳͙͙̣ͤ͆̽͛ͫ́̎ͪͩ̽̑̀ͪͨ̄̾̏ͫ́́ͅg̵̴̞̠̳̀̄ͧ͗̉̀ͭͦ̎ͨ͛̉ͭ̈̊͛̃̈͘ͅͅi̡̭̫̥ͮ͆ͧ̍̽ͬ̎͌ͯ̇̋̚v͛̊ͭ̑̐͋̂ͯ̊ͥ͐̎̉̚͏̢̠̻̜̖͕̫͕͖ͅi̵̢̡͕̼͓̟͍̩̱̼͈̜͎̫̮̲̫͙͍͂̉̌̈̐ͭ̾̈́́ͩ͂n̥̦̜͇͍͚̤̬̝̺̟̗̾̐̊̚͘͝g̶̛̜͎̹̪̝̥͖͙̗̳̫̦ͧͪ͂ͤ̽̏̈́ͧͦͩ͒̇͂ͭ̓̏ͮ̚̚ͅͅ.͍̤͖͉͓̻̪͙ͣͬ̄͊͑̔͗̒̎ͥ͑̽̚͜͝ ̵̷͕̬̬̦͙̭̹̫͓̖̜̥͇̼͋ͥ̅͂̅͒̓ͫ͘͢͝Iͫ͗̋̓ͦ̔̅҉̣͎̤͕̤͔̥̙͎̖͓̟͈̝͟ ̵̶͔̪̲͓̪̼̞͚͖̮̙̼̼̙̩̩͔͖̓̏̊̊ͨͣ̆̽̒͗̚͟͡d̆́́̓̏̄̐͗̅̊̊͠͏̗͓̭͖̹̪o̡̍̓ͩ̌͗̄ͪ̀̊͢͢͏̘̮͍͇ ̨̡̧̮͚͎̝͉̯̤͚̳̯̠̹̰̫̲͓̟ͫ̍̅ͮ͆ͮ̍͑̚͘͝n̴̬̝̘̳͕̱͇͕̱͎̥͕̤͛̅ͣ̈̆ͭ̈́̑͑̑ͨͥͭ̏̽̕͞͡ŏ̴̴̡̭̗͚̻̣͍̠̬̼̤̮͍̫̉̃͊͘ţ̛̯͓̝̯̖͎̞̜̖͍̙̩̗̮ͥͣͫ̇ͫͥ̍ͪ̏ͪ̽̓́ͅ ̷̨̗̝̻͖͎̥͈̼̹͚͔̫͔̩̟̽ͯͦ͂͟͜ͅl̶̸̛̰̰̘͓̦͔̻͚͔͓͉͍̮̜̼̿͒͑ͩ̆ͫ͆̽̂̈́́͝ͅi̡͔̯̬̬̝͚̭ͣ͒̓͂͑ͨ̉̏̌̃ͬ͋ͫ̀͑̉̚͝͝k͌̉̈́̒̉ͦ̋͌̀̍̂̈́̈́͋̉ͨͯ́͢҉̝̫͉͈͇̦̠͓̺͙͍̮̩̰͖͍ͅe̛̛̗̭̺͈͕̻͙̳͇̙̼̰͇͇̫̝̥̲̱͛̉̒̑̏ͯ̌ͬ̃̐ͩ͊̌͌̚ ̡̛͈̪̖̖̻̱͙̺͔̹̜̳̝̪̺̂ͪ͆ͫ̔͆̏̌ͫ́̚̕͟͡t̢̧̡̙͓̯̮̪̙̥̟̮̠̣̲͓̬̎ͧ́͋̋̔̄̄̋ͧͫ̂͂̇ͣ͘ͅh̵̪͔̱̝͔̟̰͓̦̮̦͚̯̞̘̞̯ͭ̄̎ͬ̊͗ͨ̔́ͮ̆̐̽ͦ̋̀̏ͪ̀͠i͐͒͒ͮ̌̔͊̔̓͛̅̂͋ͮͩ҉̧̤̞̩̮͉͎̳̝̠̮̝̹̞̦̮s̈́ͤ̆͛́̔͑̀̓ͮ̐̐̔҉͜͏̯͚͎̰̻̫̮̣̝̣̮͚̤͚̙͖͙͙ ̶͚̗͎͇̫̮̠̭͉̥̝̪͕ͨ̽̏̃ͥͧ̉̏̿̒ͮ̓̾̂̓́̚͠ͅ-̢ͩ̍̏͆̎͑͂̃̎̒ͭͨ͑ͩ͊͒ͣ͘͡͏̗͚̳̤͙̭͉͔̖͎̼̪͖̞̱͟ ̸ͣͬ̇ͤ̓̆̿͒̀ͪ͌̆͐͘҉̳̲̜̝͘g̉̈ͦͦ҉҉̻̠̝̩̟̜͈̹͇͔̼̼̘̮̺͘i̶̛̘̼̞̠̳͓͙͚̟͕͈͙̜͒̓ͮ̂̑͒͋͢͢ͅͅv̧̠͕̳͚̜͖͙͑̽̓̋ͤ́͗̔̚͘e̵̦̟̝̦̹ͮͥͮ̿̌͋͛͆ͤ̿ͧ̌̚̕͝ ̢̻̞̬̯̱̣͇̱̖͔͖̮̮̫̪͛ͬ͂̉͆͒ͩ̇̓̒ͨ̋͂ͦ͛ͬ̅̃̕͘͡ͅͅm̷̢̻̰̲̘̭̣̺̒̌̎̅͛̂͐͛̂̕ͅẻ̲͉̮̯̞̤̻͚̹̋ͧ̊͝ ̧̳̲͔̺̹͉̯̲̱͎̪̭͚̮̲̑̅̅ͤ̐̅̂ͩ̅̀ͩ̀̋̈́̎̑̐̀s̵̢̯̙͉͍ͯ̍̎̌̌͗ͪ̊ͨͦͥ͑ͫ̽̈́̎̔ͬ̂͡͝͝o̡̹͕̬̦̳̞͕̹̼̺̺̹ͬ̑̈̌͋̈ͮ̓̀ͨͨ̓̽ͮ̽̽̆̌͢͝͠m̧̦̩͍̤̙̼̰̻̩̝̣̲̟̲̣̤̲ͤ͊̍͊͒ͨ͆͛͂͞e̷͊̉ͧ̐̉ͫ͒ͯ͗̈̔̔ͪ̓҉҉̬̩̦̟͟t̷̡̧̨̛̫̦̹̘̦̟͈̜͓͔͉͖̩͋͌̿ͩͦ͋͒̎̓̈̈́̄̿ͥ͛ͦ̽ͮh̶ͫͬ̾̅́ͦ͛́͡͏̟͈̟̗̝͖̖̥̺̖̣͇͇ͅị̡̝͈̩̪̥̭̜̟͕̘̌̀ͭ̐̈́͌̆̓ͮ͑̔ͫͥ̒̅͝n̡̳̜͓̬͇̝̣̥̪̞͓̮̱̦͈͈ͧ̏̍̎͋͗̄͛̅ͭͥ͂̍͗͊͒͡g̡̝̼͉̺͇̠̰͙͓̰̊̃̓ͥ̽ͤ̓͌̅ͩ̾̓ͯ͊͗͆̒ ̸̴̛̠͓̪̂ͩ̈͐̓̿ͯͬ̇͛ͣ̽ͤ̚͞-̴̛̲̩̦̪͕͔͍̫͓̬̗̤͓͔͙͓̾ͪͭ́̒ͫ̈͛͗͛̌͑͆ͮ̒͂̾̚ͅ ̈̇̐̏̾ͥ̒̋ͥ͢҉̨̟͕̺̲̤̮̭̬̹̯̬͚͜͞I̷̧̪̫̖̜̙͙̫̜̻̫̲ͦ̏͆̿ͩ̅̐ͩ̀ͧͭ̍͆͂͒́́̚ ̤͚͕̪̲̲̞̦̠̻̺ͮͫͦ͋͛͂ͯͮ̄͑ͤ̈́̃ͪ́̆́͞n̸̢̧̨̙̦̣̱̉̑̋ͫ̒͊̐ͣͧ̊̍̎̄̀ę̭̻͔̱̲̪͍̘̖̪̳̖̒̾̓ͤ̽̔͜͜͜ê̵̛̙̝͓͈̿̓͌͒ͧ̓͋ͭ͂́ͯ͑ͩ̀̚̕d̵̷̘̹̺̟̮̃ͯ̽͆ͧ̐ͯͬ̒̃ͯͮ́̎ͩ̅̑͟ ͭ̈ͧ̃̀ͮ̃҉͘҉͖̜̳̦̠̬̰̺̝̯̲̦͎͔̞̩͕̖s̵̴̴̞̱̭̉̑ͭͨ̐̑̏ͯͣ̆ͯ̂̾̒͞ͅơ͕̗̭̼͒ͭͪ͌̇̈̄ͣ̀͠m͛͆̐̿̋̾ͮ̏ͪͪͥ̇ͯ҉̴̨̬̖̬̺͉̕͢ͅę̵̼͖̭̪͕̺̦͕̲͉͚̼̳͖̲̐ͯ̍̓̐̏ͦͥ͊̚͟͡t̫̫̞̣̥͚͉̱͚̳̅ͣͦ̅ͤ̂̏̈́̉ͥͭ̍̀́̀̆̏ͫ́͝h̵͈̲̣͓̜͐̑̎̃͌̇͟͟͝͡i̢̳͉̩̹͎̻̘̰͗ͪ͂ͫ̉͐͌͒̓͑̂̈́ͬ͐̀n̸͔̲̠͙͎̋̍̂̆͌͑̈̽ͥ͋͘͠ǧ̦̟̰̖̻̤̪̳̰̽ͫ̿͊ͪ̔̂̈ͮ̓̑̋̾ͥ̈̽ͣ̐̀́́͟͡ͅ!̢̣͔̗̼͎̰̐̂ͣ̾̊͆͂̆̌̽̇͑̒̓͜ͅ ̴̛͓̬̱̭̼̺͈̬̯̻͖͖̺̺ͭͣͯͦͯ͆̀ͤ͞ͅI͊̓͊͂̏́ͨ́̍̾ͧ̓̒̃̂̚̚̕͞҉̢͇̬͔̳̮̺͍̟̬̦̖̰̪ ̴̸̣͖̝̲̙͈̰͈͙͕͕͍̺͎͊̔̂̇̏̂ͦͯͧ̈́ͦ́̒́͟d̈́ͣͤ̿ͨͤ͌̎҉̶͎̘̘̞͎̩̬͕̫͓̞͟o̸̤̹̪͔͈͇͚̔̉ͨ̇͘͝ ̂̋̊̂͆̅̃͊̇̅ͧ͂̅ͥͧ̈́͆͛͞҉͇̪̜̹̝͎̟̲̭͎̖̙̭̲̬̼̜͖n̸̢ͦ̽ͯ̂ͤ͛̾ͭ̿͆͆͊͢͟͏̖̮̞̗̙͚̱o̔̀̒͌ͮ̉ͬ̚͏̺͉̩̼̜̬͖̼̥̳̹̗̲̟̳̺̱̀̀ͅt̶̛̥̰̩̩̘͖̘̦̦̲̆ͨ̊̚͘͠ͅͅͅ ̉̔̏ͫͨ̅̓ͩ͐̎̓͋ͣ͘͡͏̵̞̳̦̣̭̲f̵̡͙͕̩͔̪̼̫̙̬͍̥̩̗̬̙̫̲̼̋̋̍ͧ͛͡ě̶̵̜̣̲̥͓̟̻͖̹̳͚̰̫̃̿̆̚͘ȅ̠̲͚͓̯̲͍̟̬̬̠̖̬ͩͮ̓ͮ͝l̉͋̋̅ͭ̄ͥ͂ͭ̂ͣ̒ͧ̂̃͐͏̷͓͖̱̻͍̪͙̤͖ ̷̷̡̢̳͉͎͙͙̻̬̺̯ͨ̑̋͒̅̾̀̈́̊̽̏͞ĉ̢̏̉ͬͥͨ̅ͥ̀̚҉̡̱͙̤̩̯̯̱̖̮̞͍̟͜o̒̈͋ͮͧ̃̿̏̚͝҉̟̲̘̦̟̳̭̹̟̯͎̦͈̜̲͘͞ͅͅm̹̗̦̈́ͬ̒ͧͪ̀̿ͯ̏̇̀̕ͅp̧̩̼͈̞̣̭̹͚̗̳͔̯͕̫͖̩̤͕ͩ̽ͩ̐̉̃͛ͧ̂́͒̕͢ͅĺ̰̻̟̣͈̲͙̱̜̈͊͑̾ͩ͊͂͢͞e̶̘͎̭̗̭̖̺̹̯͇̟͓̪͓̘̖̫̐ͣ̿ͬͦ̑̽ͪͤ͘t̸̥̹̥̗̫̟͉̗͍͙̲̦̽͌ͪ͌ͨ̽ͪͬͩ̋̍͐̊ͪ̂ͫͦ̈́̀͜͝ͅe̸̪͎̩͇͎͚̖̤͉͈̤̤͉̯̬̣͇͛ͬ̋̑̇͂̊̄ͩ̿̈̈ͣ̑͂̀͘͘̕.̢̺̭̹͙͓̮͎̩̯̱̭̲̞̙̖̳͙̱̉ͮͧͯ͢͢͞ͅ.̧̧͙̩͔̗̪̒ͧͤ͊ͣͨͬͤ̐ͦͪ͒ͦͭ"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:16 pm
Michael nodded, seeing Arno on his way and started shaking the building but he realized that armed guards had stormed into the hallway at the far-side. Bullets started to fly, and Michael whipped his hands out, keeping the girl within his arm span, but stopping the bullets. By that time, it had been too late. The building was already starting to crumble. His constant use of that power to demolish buildings meant that it was good to go most of the time.
Arno started his victory trot towards Michael when every thing seemed to be going horribly. His eyes wide in panic, he suddenly hit his feral form, trying to use the extra strength to keep moving, but now realizing that he had to hold part of the building. Putting one large hand up, he tossed Vic like a rag-doll with the other, towards them. His other hand reached up to keep this structural part of the building from going down, and somewhere along the way, one of the gas mains had been severed, and now a fire had started. The gun-fire had triggered it, and there was the screaming of the armed guards. "...Nnng....Come on, four eyes, get us out of here!"
Michael's face went pale as he realized what the hell was going on. He'd stopped the bullets, but the building was coming down. The quick cut-off of his first ability impulsed too hard, and it was his fault. He nodded at Arno, realizing what needed to be done, and prepared his teleport, bullets now flying around them. After a brief wind-up, Michael stepped back to get everyone into view.
Arno grunted and struggled, trying to keep other parts of the building from falling and lost grip, slipping underneath his own blood, rhubarb cutting down the back of his skin. As he fell, building fell with him.
There was fear in Michael's eyes. One feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. He couldn't see Arno, he couldn't stop his power, and they were now standing in the middle of Michael's lab, missing one meta of the aquatic type. ".....F***......F***.....F***....." Michael continued to repeat himself, standing there in shock. Vic was lying on the floor with them. The mission had been a success. Michael fell to his knees and vomited on the floor, heaving.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 11:05 pm
Blaise was running in place now, getting too antsy. As much as she loved the thrill of it all, this was definitely cutting it really close as bullets began to wiz past them. "Oh s**t oh s**t oh s**t!" she turned to take a bullet in the vest, blocking the blind girl from getting hit. Now would be a great time to- .....what is Arno d-.. oh okay.. Blaise moved to try to catch Vic but didn't make it in time as she was still a bit set back from the bullet she took, pretty much shaking it off for now, adrenaline overflowing.
Blaise's eyes widened as Arno went down and the building began to collapse. "ARNO!!" she screamed out, ready to run for him but the scenery changed and they were in the lab again. Her outstretched hand trembling as tears filled her eyes instantly and she clenched her hand into a fist, clenching her teeth hard. Turn on her heel quickly, she grabbed up Michael by the collar, lifting him clear off the ground, her expression deep with fury. "Take us back!! TAKE US BACK RIGHT NOW!! WE HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET HIM!!!" she screamed at him, not even caring for his current state as she had to resist every urge to deck him out right now. "UNDINE IS GOING TO KILL US!!!" she yelled, tears spilling down her face as she couldn't even hold back her anger as she threw him down to the floor. "HOW COULD YOU?!"
The girl could hear yelling. Names that she knew. No... No, she was with the renegades again. No, she had to leave. She took a few steps back and bumped into a table as she placed her hands against it to stabilize herself. She ran her hands over the top of the table and made her way to the wall and felt for a door. An escape. Anything. Any way to get out as fast as possible.
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 11:35 pm
As she held onto Michael as the bullets started flying and the building started to come down, the ghost closed her eyes as she felt something to what she felt when she phased through things. Eyes shut tight, she slowly opened them when she felt the person she was holding onto suddenly drop to the floor, leaving her standing there awkwardly as everyone around her was either in pain, unconscious, or screaming. Looking around quickly, her heart fluttered a bit when she saw many items that were available for the taking - and with everyone distracted, she quickly moved out of the main gaggle of people and made her way over to a table to where a variety of items were laid across it.
With glee, the strange ghost girl phased her hand through the glass holding a strange mechanical arm in it and let her fingers run across the surface of the item before they sunk into it - a familiar flash of light engulfing her as her body greedily accepted the item.
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