alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Where were the stats promised 
CTNES: The Hero (or Villian) Within
- Thread starter Contempt
- Start date
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Chapter One: Birth of a Fool
*Flashback*
Inside the Austin Police Station last year.
“………Sure.” Dwight replied calmly, stepping up and moving to the door. “You better be ready to talk when I get back.” The old man stood up and ran a hand through his graying hair. Then he followed the uniformed latina out the door and into the hall.
As soon as Dwight was out of the room Devin jumped into action. He lept up and shoved the chairs to opposite sides of the room, one in front of the door. The other was placed underneath a vent. The boy carefully climbed on the chair and pulled a screwdriver out of its very *carefully* hidden place. He quickly unscrewed the screws and threw them to the ground, and a second later the grate fell to the floor along with.
The boy then lept down from the chiar and raced over to the table. He hazardously threw all the papers back into the manilla folder. He then literally stuffed the folder down into the front of his loose pants. Following that the boy ran over to one of the dark walls and pressed up against it. Breathing short, shallow breaths the boy prepared for the next step.
Around thirty minutes later the door was thrust open, the chair flying to the other side of the room. The tall African-American police captian strode back into the room, a furiuos look born upon his face. “Where the hell is he?!” He screamed, pounding a meaty fist on the table.
"Problem Captain?" Andersen asked, peeking her bushy head into the room.
"Ray's gone! Boy's probably halfway to Dallas by now! I want five squadrons roaming for him." The captian said. He filled out of the room after the sergeant and made his way with the other cops to the parking lot.
Two minutes later, Devin finally let a breath escape form his chest. The boy "decloaked" and caustiously made his way to the door. The boy jutted his head out slowly and looked down both ways of the hall, checking whether the coast was clear. After another minute the boy dashed out of the room.
He quickly made his way down the hallway and turned to the right. After reaching the end of that hallway he turned to the right again. he proceeded halfway down the hallway before stopping at a door. he slowly turned the knob and peeked into the room. Confident the coast was clear he proceeded into the room and crossed over to the right-hand corner. He seized the black jean jacket off the table and quickly donned it, a smile breaking onto his face.
He quietly returned the door to place and made his way out of the police station. Amazingly no officer stopped him. After reaching the free world once more the boy "cloaked" again and set out for his next destination: Atlanta.
*End Flashback *
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"Dude wake up!" A joyful voice called out into the world.
Devin let out a small hangover induced groan and sat up to join the world of the living. The voice came from a young man sitting across the room. Dressed completely in black, but much more of a gothic attire, the boy was sitting indian style on the floor. Long jagged blood-red blades of hair fell from his head and onto his cheeks. Brown eyes and typical gothic-red lipstick.
"C'mon dude I got company!" The goth yelled out again, waving to a crowd of people behind him.
"............Stop yelling........" The boy groaned, tossing in the bed and throwing a pillow over his head.
"C'mon! You just gotta show 'em what you did last night!" He continued to yell.
"........Get a ****ing hangover and then room up with a dumbass?"
"Na man! Go, like, invisible!"
The boy graoned, and rubbed a hand against his aching forehead. "If I do this, promise to go to hell and leave me alone?"
"I promise to Satan, man!"
The boy concentrated and for the briefest of a second disappeared. "There. Go to hell."
The gangy crowd booed at the brief display. "Oh come on man! Do it longer!"
"I SAID I'VE GOT A HEADACHE YOU DUMB SATAN REJECT!" The boy screamed.
"Take a chill pill man! Just do it for one minute and we'll leave you alone!" The goth said, backing up a little.
The boy brought the hand back to his forehead and massaged for all his worth. A second later he disappeared again. A minute later he reappeared cluthing his head with both hands. "...H-Happy?" he snarled.
"Yeah man, thanks!" The goth called out cheerfully before ushering the group out.
"Hey Chris....." Devin began a second before the goth walked out.
"Yea man?"
".........You still on?"
"Of course dude."
"Alright. Meet me in Richmond."
"Can do."
"........And bring a sniper rifle."
"Can do man. Get some sleep cause you looking horrible." the goth said grinning before leaving the hotel room.
OOC: heh. i didn't even notice I went up a level. yay.
Decided to reveal everything cuz, well who knows? For those who care anyway.
Devin Ray, a.k.a. Renegade
Mobile, Never establshing a real base.
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1700 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 11 men
Vehicles: New Motercycle
Superhero level: 1
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers:
1) Dirty Glass
2) Crystal Clear (with new level)
Research:
Description:
Police Reports:
Born Devin Alexander Charles Ray III, the boy was raised most likely in the south. While it is confirmed that he speaks with a slight accent, the exact origins of his birth cannot be pinpointed. It is highly likely that the boy was born in either Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, or Texas. It is confirmed that his family moved to Las Vegas, Nevada when the boy was twelve.
The boy experianced a rapid transformination while living in the Sin City, going from a honor roll student to a known delinquent. Las Vegas police reports confirm at least three felony possion, two armed robbery, and one assault charges.
For unspecefied resons the boy fled Las Vegas when he was sixteen, ecsaping on an old motercycle he had stolen. He arrived in Phoenix, Arizona roughly three weeks later. There he dropped the "Alexander Charles" from his name and took up the alias of Renegade. Phoenix has also issued three warrants for his arrest.
After the city became to hostile he left and made his way to Austin, where he was finally arrested. Yet the whole incedent might have been a plan since the money form the robbery was never recovered and all papers on the boy disappeared along wiht him. After breaking out of the precent, Devin Ray, a.k.a Renegade, disappeared into the darkness.
*Flashback*
Inside the Austin Police Station last year.
“………Sure.” Dwight replied calmly, stepping up and moving to the door. “You better be ready to talk when I get back.” The old man stood up and ran a hand through his graying hair. Then he followed the uniformed latina out the door and into the hall.
As soon as Dwight was out of the room Devin jumped into action. He lept up and shoved the chairs to opposite sides of the room, one in front of the door. The other was placed underneath a vent. The boy carefully climbed on the chair and pulled a screwdriver out of its very *carefully* hidden place. He quickly unscrewed the screws and threw them to the ground, and a second later the grate fell to the floor along with.
The boy then lept down from the chiar and raced over to the table. He hazardously threw all the papers back into the manilla folder. He then literally stuffed the folder down into the front of his loose pants. Following that the boy ran over to one of the dark walls and pressed up against it. Breathing short, shallow breaths the boy prepared for the next step.
Around thirty minutes later the door was thrust open, the chair flying to the other side of the room. The tall African-American police captian strode back into the room, a furiuos look born upon his face. “Where the hell is he?!” He screamed, pounding a meaty fist on the table.
"Problem Captain?" Andersen asked, peeking her bushy head into the room.
"Ray's gone! Boy's probably halfway to Dallas by now! I want five squadrons roaming for him." The captian said. He filled out of the room after the sergeant and made his way with the other cops to the parking lot.
Two minutes later, Devin finally let a breath escape form his chest. The boy "decloaked" and caustiously made his way to the door. The boy jutted his head out slowly and looked down both ways of the hall, checking whether the coast was clear. After another minute the boy dashed out of the room.
He quickly made his way down the hallway and turned to the right. After reaching the end of that hallway he turned to the right again. he proceeded halfway down the hallway before stopping at a door. he slowly turned the knob and peeked into the room. Confident the coast was clear he proceeded into the room and crossed over to the right-hand corner. He seized the black jean jacket off the table and quickly donned it, a smile breaking onto his face.
He quietly returned the door to place and made his way out of the police station. Amazingly no officer stopped him. After reaching the free world once more the boy "cloaked" again and set out for his next destination: Atlanta.
*End Flashback *
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"Dude wake up!" A joyful voice called out into the world.
Devin let out a small hangover induced groan and sat up to join the world of the living. The voice came from a young man sitting across the room. Dressed completely in black, but much more of a gothic attire, the boy was sitting indian style on the floor. Long jagged blood-red blades of hair fell from his head and onto his cheeks. Brown eyes and typical gothic-red lipstick.
"C'mon dude I got company!" The goth yelled out again, waving to a crowd of people behind him.
"............Stop yelling........" The boy groaned, tossing in the bed and throwing a pillow over his head.
"C'mon! You just gotta show 'em what you did last night!" He continued to yell.
"........Get a ****ing hangover and then room up with a dumbass?"
"Na man! Go, like, invisible!"
The boy graoned, and rubbed a hand against his aching forehead. "If I do this, promise to go to hell and leave me alone?"
"I promise to Satan, man!"
The boy concentrated and for the briefest of a second disappeared. "There. Go to hell."
The gangy crowd booed at the brief display. "Oh come on man! Do it longer!"
"I SAID I'VE GOT A HEADACHE YOU DUMB SATAN REJECT!" The boy screamed.
"Take a chill pill man! Just do it for one minute and we'll leave you alone!" The goth said, backing up a little.
The boy brought the hand back to his forehead and massaged for all his worth. A second later he disappeared again. A minute later he reappeared cluthing his head with both hands. "...H-Happy?" he snarled.
"Yeah man, thanks!" The goth called out cheerfully before ushering the group out.
"Hey Chris....." Devin began a second before the goth walked out.
"Yea man?"
".........You still on?"
"Of course dude."
"Alright. Meet me in Richmond."
"Can do."
"........And bring a sniper rifle."
"Can do man. Get some sleep cause you looking horrible." the goth said grinning before leaving the hotel room.
OOC: heh. i didn't even notice I went up a level.
yay. Decided to reveal everything cuz, well who knows? For those who care anyway.
Devin Ray, a.k.a. Renegade
Mobile, Never establshing a real base.
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1700 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 11 men
Vehicles: New Motercycle
Superhero level: 1
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers:
1) Dirty Glass
2) Crystal Clear (with new level)
Research:
Description:
Police Reports:
Born Devin Alexander Charles Ray III, the boy was raised most likely in the south. While it is confirmed that he speaks with a slight accent, the exact origins of his birth cannot be pinpointed. It is highly likely that the boy was born in either Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, or Texas. It is confirmed that his family moved to Las Vegas, Nevada when the boy was twelve.
The boy experianced a rapid transformination while living in the Sin City, going from a honor roll student to a known delinquent. Las Vegas police reports confirm at least three felony possion, two armed robbery, and one assault charges.
For unspecefied resons the boy fled Las Vegas when he was sixteen, ecsaping on an old motercycle he had stolen. He arrived in Phoenix, Arizona roughly three weeks later. There he dropped the "Alexander Charles" from his name and took up the alias of Renegade. Phoenix has also issued three warrants for his arrest.
After the city became to hostile he left and made his way to Austin, where he was finally arrested. Yet the whole incedent might have been a plan since the money form the robbery was never recovered and all papers on the boy disappeared along wiht him. After breaking out of the precent, Devin Ray, a.k.a Renegade, disappeared into the darkness.
das
Regeneration In Process
Could you pelase clarify the whole level-up thing? As far as I understand, a level-up gives three hypothetic acquisition points one must spend on bolstering Strenghth, Agility and/or Endurance, plus one of these points can be spent on bolstering or adding a power. Correct?
das
Regeneration In Process
"Thank you for your interest. I am still working on the history. I informed him I was going to write it down for posterity; he wasn't hard to convince, for he really enjoyed telling about himself. Problem is, he told me so much about the Peloponessian Wars I don't even know what to do with all that information. I'll probably still only write down the most important facts.
Anyway, indeed, there were some exciting developments lately. Since our arrival in Buenos Aires, the Argentinean government has been quite interested in us. The Paladin himself was quite interested in the Argentinean government - as you know, it is one of those that tend to put order above all, so they were our natural allies. It was only a matter of when our Paladin meets Peron; he met him six days ago. Back then, just after Dmitriy came back from the mail, several soldiers arrived at the hotel where we stayed and asked to see the Paladin (registered under his Spanish name of Gabriel Teguarra). For a brief moment I thought they wanted to arrest us, but the Paladin remained calm and met them downstairs. They then got outside. After a brief exchange of words, the Paladin came back and told me (I was nearby, trying to discern what they are talkinga bout) to tell the otehrs that everything is just fine and that he will return in a few horus. He went to La Casa Rosada. Again, he didn't tell me what exactly did he do there, but what I do know is that he met Juan Peron and perhaps some others (I ssupect Rodolfo Freud), and accepted the deal he can't refuse.
He agreed, in exchange for getting to establish a base of operations in Buenos Aires and for various other Argentinean assistance, to help defend Juan Peron's power from his various internal enemies. The Paladin believes quite reasonably that it will give us some anti-rebel training. If that is so, we seem to be passing it quite well. The Paladin, weakened as he might be, still retains some of his powers, such as that "shield" of his. He had, along with some men from the CIDE, rooted out at least one underground organization; and with our help, he defeated another. It really was an overkill to use him on the pitiful local underground organizations; they barely fired a few bullets that bounced back before even reaching our Paladin before we all charged closer and made them surrender at gunpoint, clearly stunned and frightened. Almost pitiful, but they shouldn't have gotten in our way, and furthermore shouldn't have went against Peron in the first place if they're so pathetic. Besides, Peron isn't too cruel towards them - no work camps or torture, he simply locked them up for a few years to give them lots of time to think about the issue.
I increasingly doubt that our Paladin will limit himself to Argentina for long. After all, in Chile, there are Radicals to overthrow; in Bolivia, a civil war seems to be about to commence; the same just might happen in Uruguay; Brazil, to go for bigger targets, seems to be ripe for the restoration of the Nuevo Estada; and, ofcourse, there is Cuba, and our latest archnemesis. But all that lies in the future, though in very near one.
There is another reason for me telling you this apart from those I had mentioned before, ofcourse. I have learned more about you - as you might have noticed, the one thing I'm good at is information-gathering - and I have all the reasons to believe that you won't interfere with what our good Paladin is doing. But even if you do, too bad for him, he should've known better than to trust people like me."
Anyway, indeed, there were some exciting developments lately. Since our arrival in Buenos Aires, the Argentinean government has been quite interested in us. The Paladin himself was quite interested in the Argentinean government - as you know, it is one of those that tend to put order above all, so they were our natural allies. It was only a matter of when our Paladin meets Peron; he met him six days ago. Back then, just after Dmitriy came back from the mail, several soldiers arrived at the hotel where we stayed and asked to see the Paladin (registered under his Spanish name of Gabriel Teguarra). For a brief moment I thought they wanted to arrest us, but the Paladin remained calm and met them downstairs. They then got outside. After a brief exchange of words, the Paladin came back and told me (I was nearby, trying to discern what they are talkinga bout) to tell the otehrs that everything is just fine and that he will return in a few horus. He went to La Casa Rosada. Again, he didn't tell me what exactly did he do there, but what I do know is that he met Juan Peron and perhaps some others (I ssupect Rodolfo Freud), and accepted the deal he can't refuse.
He agreed, in exchange for getting to establish a base of operations in Buenos Aires and for various other Argentinean assistance, to help defend Juan Peron's power from his various internal enemies. The Paladin believes quite reasonably that it will give us some anti-rebel training. If that is so, we seem to be passing it quite well. The Paladin, weakened as he might be, still retains some of his powers, such as that "shield" of his. He had, along with some men from the CIDE, rooted out at least one underground organization; and with our help, he defeated another. It really was an overkill to use him on the pitiful local underground organizations; they barely fired a few bullets that bounced back before even reaching our Paladin before we all charged closer and made them surrender at gunpoint, clearly stunned and frightened. Almost pitiful, but they shouldn't have gotten in our way, and furthermore shouldn't have went against Peron in the first place if they're so pathetic. Besides, Peron isn't too cruel towards them - no work camps or torture, he simply locked them up for a few years to give them lots of time to think about the issue.
I increasingly doubt that our Paladin will limit himself to Argentina for long. After all, in Chile, there are Radicals to overthrow; in Bolivia, a civil war seems to be about to commence; the same just might happen in Uruguay; Brazil, to go for bigger targets, seems to be ripe for the restoration of the Nuevo Estada; and, ofcourse, there is Cuba, and our latest archnemesis. But all that lies in the future, though in very near one.
There is another reason for me telling you this apart from those I had mentioned before, ofcourse. I have learned more about you - as you might have noticed, the one thing I'm good at is information-gathering - and I have all the reasons to believe that you won't interfere with what our good Paladin is doing. But even if you do, too bad for him, he should've known better than to trust people like me."
Kozmos
Jew Detective
When are orders due?
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
I forgot to join, the mastermind of this nes concept is in.
Supreme "the Destructor" Conehead/conehead234
Maryland
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1000 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 5 men
Vehicles: Your old car or van (pick one)
Superhero level: 0
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers
Pick one: Telekinesis: Control things with your MIND!
1) Weak mind: Can lift up objects of up to 300 pounds.
Research:
Description:
Born with a strange cone shaped head. His mother died during Child birth and his father was driven out of town due to the strange child he fathered. Conehead grew up in a orphanage in Baltimore, untill he realized his power. When he was 13 years old, he escaped from the orphanage (how will be revealed later) and lived on the streets. He was taken in by local gangs, becoming a tool for their operations. Conehead was turned evil, driven by anger from the loss of his parents and the desire to punish those who don't accept him. He turned on the gang that accepted him, and slaughtered the leaders. The gang became his own, began to prepare for his next moves.
Supreme "the Destructor" Conehead/conehead234
Maryland
Base Level: Basement
Funds: 1000 WC
Weapons: A pistol and a knife
Stockpile: nothing
Henchmen: 5 men
Vehicles: Your old car or van (pick one)
Superhero level: 0
Strength:0
Speed/Agility: 0
Endurence:0
Powers
Pick one: Telekinesis: Control things with your MIND!
1) Weak mind: Can lift up objects of up to 300 pounds.
Research:
Description:
Born with a strange cone shaped head. His mother died during Child birth and his father was driven out of town due to the strange child he fathered. Conehead grew up in a orphanage in Baltimore, untill he realized his power. When he was 13 years old, he escaped from the orphanage (how will be revealed later) and lived on the streets. He was taken in by local gangs, becoming a tool for their operations. Conehead was turned evil, driven by anger from the loss of his parents and the desire to punish those who don't accept him. He turned on the gang that accepted him, and slaughtered the leaders. The gang became his own, began to prepare for his next moves.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Beginnings
‘You cannot play with us’
‘Stay away from us’
‘Your head looks like a cone, go out and sit on the streets’
Issac Rickter was a subject of this teasing daily. He never had any friends. His attempts of acceptance were driven off by the children of the orphanage. Issac tried his best to hide his hurt feelings. He cried himself to sleep almost every night, his pillow stained with his tears. Day after day he played by himself. Sat alone on the playground, on the seesaw by himself.
One day, a fellow orphan, Mikey, approached him.
‘Hi Issac’ he said, ‘we need another player for dodgeball’ wanna join us.
Issac was elated, with a huge smile he joined them. The game began, Issac began dodging the balls. Then, suddenly one beamed him in the face. Issac feel to the ground, and everyone laughed. The ridicule began again, as Issac stood up and walked off the field. But the pelting did not end there. The boys continued to throw balls at him. Issac fruitlessly tried to block them with his hands. Soon 3 balls at a time begun to come, Issac fell to the ground.
The anger boiled inside. Issac began to scream, he grabbed a ball, stood up, and stared at Mikey. His eyes began to glow red and the ball began to suspend in air. The children looked on in awe.
‘Wh wh wh what are you do do do doing Isssss Iss ac’ Mikey was terrified.
Behind Issac, a pile of bricks began to levitate. Individual bricks began to rotate a dozen feet in the air. The children began to back away, trembling. Everything was silent, until a large kid walked out from the crowd. “You freak, you alien, go back to the planet from which you come”.
All it took was a flick of the wrist, as a brick hit the kid in the mouth. His teeth went flying, he grabbed his mouth, blood spewing on the ground, and rolled around in pain. The kids screamed, yelling at the top of their lungs. The advisors of the orphanage, went to see what was the matter.
‘What is going on’, the head women yelled, She looked off the stairs, and gasped when she saw the boy on the ground.
‘Issac did it’, a young girl yelled
The woman turned her head and saw Issac standing their, with his arsenal of bricks.
‘O my god, call the police, what we have feared is true’
Minute later, the police came. Issac put down the bricks and was seized.
‘He is too dangerous, he must be confined’
‘He is a great research opportunity, give him to the military’
‘He is from another world, he must be executed before the rest of his alien friends come’
Issac could hear the men arguing over what to do with him in the next room. Issac sat in a chair, in the corner an armed officer stared at him like a freak show. Issac became panicked; he worried over what would happen to him. He began to sweat, and began to shake. He stared at the officer, his anger grew. Suddenly the officer began to rise up into the air, Issac just sat there staring. The officer slammed into the table, and then into the ceiling. His gun flew into the air, as Issac snatched it. The racket was too loud, it brought the attention of the men down the hall.
‘You cannot play with us’
‘Stay away from us’
‘Your head looks like a cone, go out and sit on the streets’
Issac Rickter was a subject of this teasing daily. He never had any friends. His attempts of acceptance were driven off by the children of the orphanage. Issac tried his best to hide his hurt feelings. He cried himself to sleep almost every night, his pillow stained with his tears. Day after day he played by himself. Sat alone on the playground, on the seesaw by himself.
One day, a fellow orphan, Mikey, approached him.
‘Hi Issac’ he said, ‘we need another player for dodgeball’ wanna join us.
Issac was elated, with a huge smile he joined them. The game began, Issac began dodging the balls. Then, suddenly one beamed him in the face. Issac feel to the ground, and everyone laughed. The ridicule began again, as Issac stood up and walked off the field. But the pelting did not end there. The boys continued to throw balls at him. Issac fruitlessly tried to block them with his hands. Soon 3 balls at a time begun to come, Issac fell to the ground.
The anger boiled inside. Issac began to scream, he grabbed a ball, stood up, and stared at Mikey. His eyes began to glow red and the ball began to suspend in air. The children looked on in awe.
‘Wh wh wh what are you do do do doing Isssss Iss ac’ Mikey was terrified.
Behind Issac, a pile of bricks began to levitate. Individual bricks began to rotate a dozen feet in the air. The children began to back away, trembling. Everything was silent, until a large kid walked out from the crowd. “You freak, you alien, go back to the planet from which you come”.
All it took was a flick of the wrist, as a brick hit the kid in the mouth. His teeth went flying, he grabbed his mouth, blood spewing on the ground, and rolled around in pain. The kids screamed, yelling at the top of their lungs. The advisors of the orphanage, went to see what was the matter.
‘What is going on’, the head women yelled, She looked off the stairs, and gasped when she saw the boy on the ground.
‘Issac did it’, a young girl yelled
The woman turned her head and saw Issac standing their, with his arsenal of bricks.
‘O my god, call the police, what we have feared is true’
Minute later, the police came. Issac put down the bricks and was seized.
‘He is too dangerous, he must be confined’
‘He is a great research opportunity, give him to the military’
‘He is from another world, he must be executed before the rest of his alien friends come’
Issac could hear the men arguing over what to do with him in the next room. Issac sat in a chair, in the corner an armed officer stared at him like a freak show. Issac became panicked; he worried over what would happen to him. He began to sweat, and began to shake. He stared at the officer, his anger grew. Suddenly the officer began to rise up into the air, Issac just sat there staring. The officer slammed into the table, and then into the ceiling. His gun flew into the air, as Issac snatched it. The racket was too loud, it brought the attention of the men down the hall.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Conehead, your close.. This could be interesting. Our two Telekinetics could rule together.......... or we could have a catclysmic battle, your choice
TerrisH
Mischief?
BM: I sense you are Leaving Us, My son.
LF: I never Could Hide things from you my Führer. Yes, I am being Forced to Leave Temporally. I recently Contacted one of Our Foes a bit to soon in order to Aquier one of Eris's Weapons. the contact went sour, and I belive they are preparing to watch me. I do not want to risk your discovery before you are fully healed.
BM: very good. you have my permission to Leave, Lord Fire. Return when you can.
LF: of Course, my Führer. Once there is no reason to hide. and I will stay in Contact Through Sir Twister, who I woke to watch over you while I am gone.
BM: good good . and Progress of Operation Rust?
LF: Good news and bad. the Gathering of Allies have Begun, the So Called emperor and a Kid Named Frostbite will be Joining us in the Strike on the US Gold reserves. possibly more will be joining us, but we have the minimal Required to pull this off. The bad is that we will not be able to use a Proper WMD. I will have to rig something on my Way.
BM: that is Sad to know. no matter, If you fail, somebody can always replace you. though I doubt you will..
LF; Of course, I would never Intentionally fail you Führer Blitz.
LF: I never Could Hide things from you my Führer. Yes, I am being Forced to Leave Temporally. I recently Contacted one of Our Foes a bit to soon in order to Aquier one of Eris's Weapons. the contact went sour, and I belive they are preparing to watch me. I do not want to risk your discovery before you are fully healed.
BM: very good. you have my permission to Leave, Lord Fire. Return when you can.
LF: of Course, my Führer. Once there is no reason to hide. and I will stay in Contact Through Sir Twister, who I woke to watch over you while I am gone.
BM: good good . and Progress of Operation Rust?
LF: Good news and bad. the Gathering of Allies have Begun, the So Called emperor and a Kid Named Frostbite will be Joining us in the Strike on the US Gold reserves. possibly more will be joining us, but we have the minimal Required to pull this off. The bad is that we will not be able to use a Proper WMD. I will have to rig something on my Way.
BM: that is Sad to know. no matter, If you fail, somebody can always replace you. though I doubt you will..
LF; Of course, I would never Intentionally fail you Führer Blitz.
Alakazen
Clostridium botulinum
Uh... Contempt, is it possible for me to ditch Pak Letrik and create a new character from scratch? I decided that if I wanted to change, I should do it now when it's still early.
TerrisH
Mischief?
hmm Plans Off for a few turns, but I will still pay you to join once the plan gose down. I will PM you once the Evil Plan has Finished Fermenting, and your preccense will be needed. *sigh* can't belive I overlooked this part. oh well. better Success
Erez? care to do a PM confertation between our Respective Charachters?
Erez? care to do a PM confertation between our Respective Charachters?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Cleric said:
RAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!
TerrisH
Mischief?
Bill is at a restaurant, suddenly lord fire enters and casually sits down at the table Bill is sitting at.
Lord Fire: Please, don't make a fuss, Mr. B. My men have this place covered, and are ready to clean it up.
Bill looks up confused.
Bill: You!
Bill immediately created a bubble around himself.
Lord Fire: Please, I'm not here to fight, just to talk, and you wouldn't want the lovely lady at the counter to.. Suffer any harm. Or anyone else here, for that matter.
Bill: Ok. Talk. What do you want
Lord Fire: To talk. I always wanted to know what exactly goes on in the mind of the American Hero. What drives you. Why would you wish to put your own life on the line, when it is so much easier to just have the normals serve you."
Bill: I've not been given this power to harm others. I discovered my power after helping my mother, and for her I help everyone who needs it. None deserves to be a servant just because I have a power"
Lord Fire: Ah, it's family loyalty in your case. The same cause I gained my power for.. Or rather was gifted by. A noble cause indeed. Still, what of those who have done this world harm? Would you help them?"
Bill: None of the people you killed and harmed have done and harmed. And that is why you must be defeated. You are the one to be doing harm. It doesn't matter what you will say. You are the bad guy not those poor defenseless people
Lord Fire: Done no harm? You surly jest. The teller was embezzling from the bank she worked at, and the manager was a pervert of the greatest degree. You would not imagine what was going on in his mind the moments before I shot him.
Bill: No they weren't. your just making things up. Nothing you say will influence me. you must be defeated.
Lord Fire: And what of your mother? Is her health well? I could easily pay her a visit
Bill: She is in a coma. Touch her and you will die.
Lord Fire: Heh.. Reduced to threats. Still, what would you give if I were to arrange for her to be healed?
Bill: Nothing. She's in a coma, she's not hurt. Just sleeping. Anyway this talk ends now. Next time we meet I won't be so peaceful
Lord Fire: True true.. Oh, and you might want to hurry. The gift I had sent to her room is still ticking.. And will still be for the next.. 5 minutes, 12 seconds or so...
Bill: You *biiip*.
Bill stormed out of the restaurant, running to the nearby hospital where his mother is lying.
Lord Fire smiled at that, then left himself via the rear entrance. A moment later, screams arose from within the restaurant as it's customer were gunned down.
OOC: done with Assitance with Erez87
Lord Fire: Please, don't make a fuss, Mr. B. My men have this place covered, and are ready to clean it up.
Bill looks up confused.
Bill: You!
Bill immediately created a bubble around himself.
Lord Fire: Please, I'm not here to fight, just to talk, and you wouldn't want the lovely lady at the counter to.. Suffer any harm. Or anyone else here, for that matter.
Bill: Ok. Talk. What do you want
Lord Fire: To talk. I always wanted to know what exactly goes on in the mind of the American Hero. What drives you. Why would you wish to put your own life on the line, when it is so much easier to just have the normals serve you."
Bill: I've not been given this power to harm others. I discovered my power after helping my mother, and for her I help everyone who needs it. None deserves to be a servant just because I have a power"
Lord Fire: Ah, it's family loyalty in your case. The same cause I gained my power for.. Or rather was gifted by. A noble cause indeed. Still, what of those who have done this world harm? Would you help them?"
Bill: None of the people you killed and harmed have done and harmed. And that is why you must be defeated. You are the one to be doing harm. It doesn't matter what you will say. You are the bad guy not those poor defenseless people
Lord Fire: Done no harm? You surly jest. The teller was embezzling from the bank she worked at, and the manager was a pervert of the greatest degree. You would not imagine what was going on in his mind the moments before I shot him.
Bill: No they weren't. your just making things up. Nothing you say will influence me. you must be defeated.
Lord Fire: And what of your mother? Is her health well? I could easily pay her a visit
Bill: She is in a coma. Touch her and you will die.
Lord Fire: Heh.. Reduced to threats. Still, what would you give if I were to arrange for her to be healed?
Bill: Nothing. She's in a coma, she's not hurt. Just sleeping. Anyway this talk ends now. Next time we meet I won't be so peaceful
Lord Fire: True true.. Oh, and you might want to hurry. The gift I had sent to her room is still ticking.. And will still be for the next.. 5 minutes, 12 seconds or so...
Bill: You *biiip*.
Bill stormed out of the restaurant, running to the nearby hospital where his mother is lying.
Lord Fire smiled at that, then left himself via the rear entrance. A moment later, screams arose from within the restaurant as it's customer were gunned down.
OOC: done with Assitance with Erez87
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
This calls for an assination attempt
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