HeroNES: Vision of The Prophet
- Thread starter Luckymoose
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Shade: Shadow
James Headley, the would be getaway driver, rested in his basement apartment. He turned on the television and attempted to make the area look recently lived in. Damnit, why'd his money-carrier have to get caught? S was probably already giving information about him to the cops.
"Damnit!" he shouted, pacing around the room. He settled down to watch the television, and only after a few hours did he allow himself to calm down and go to bed. If the police weren't here by tomorrow, he should be safe.
*****
The smoky, gaseous shadow flitted along the rooftops of several buildings. It slid down through a gutter, flowed across several streets and over several more buildings before coming to a pause.
"So this is what happens when you die..." S thought, "Just a crawling spirit."
The thoughts stopped for a second.
"Damn James! He got me to do this! And then abandoned me when I was caught! ****!"
The gaseous substance on the rooftop began to rise up, as the angry thoughts continued. Within a few minutes, it had condensed back into a solid body. S suddenly realized what had happened.
"What!?!"
The suddenly recreated figure gazed around in wonder. A quick look soon revealed that all of S' clothing was still, somehow, intact.
The figure simply gazed around. Staring at the nighttime city, at the obscured moon, at everything the world had to offer. No words could convey the sense of wonder at having just been resurrected. Laughing giddily, S dissolved again, flowed to another point, then reappeared. Head still shaking with disbelief, only one exclamation could be made.
"Wow."
S leapt into the air, dematerialized, and settled harmlessly on the ground. For a few terrifying moments, the rematerialization did not come. Apparently, all of the particles had to move back together together for that to happen. The joyous feeling gradually died down, and S stared at the waxing moon. Earlier thoughts began to return.
"James... he abandoned me to prison, or death. I would have died if it hadn't been for... this. Heheh, he probably thought I'd be out of his way now. I think I'll be paying him a visit soon...
James Headley, the would be getaway driver, rested in his basement apartment. He turned on the television and attempted to make the area look recently lived in. Damnit, why'd his money-carrier have to get caught? S was probably already giving information about him to the cops.
"Damnit!" he shouted, pacing around the room. He settled down to watch the television, and only after a few hours did he allow himself to calm down and go to bed. If the police weren't here by tomorrow, he should be safe.
*****
The smoky, gaseous shadow flitted along the rooftops of several buildings. It slid down through a gutter, flowed across several streets and over several more buildings before coming to a pause.
"So this is what happens when you die..." S thought, "Just a crawling spirit."
The thoughts stopped for a second.
"Damn James! He got me to do this! And then abandoned me when I was caught! ****!"
The gaseous substance on the rooftop began to rise up, as the angry thoughts continued. Within a few minutes, it had condensed back into a solid body. S suddenly realized what had happened.
"What!?!"
The suddenly recreated figure gazed around in wonder. A quick look soon revealed that all of S' clothing was still, somehow, intact.
The figure simply gazed around. Staring at the nighttime city, at the obscured moon, at everything the world had to offer. No words could convey the sense of wonder at having just been resurrected. Laughing giddily, S dissolved again, flowed to another point, then reappeared. Head still shaking with disbelief, only one exclamation could be made.
"Wow."
S leapt into the air, dematerialized, and settled harmlessly on the ground. For a few terrifying moments, the rematerialization did not come. Apparently, all of the particles had to move back together together for that to happen. The joyous feeling gradually died down, and S stared at the waxing moon. Earlier thoughts began to return.
"James... he abandoned me to prison, or death. I would have died if it hadn't been for... this. Heheh, he probably thought I'd be out of his way now. I think I'll be paying him a visit soon...
Swissempire
Poet Jester
My gift to Lucky for liking my technique
Lord Iggy/Shade:
Shade: Prelude
Shade: The Heist
Shade: Shadow
Stalin006/von Dunkelheit:
Tommorrow You Will Eat Caviar For Lunch!
LightFang/Mr. X:
Mr. X-Exposition
Swissempire/Cole Collins:
Installment 1-1st Arc
dldnjstjr/Arahan:
Five Hundred Dollars
TerrisH/Warp:
Bags O' Cash
Story Index
Lord Iggy/Shade:
Shade: Prelude
Shade: The Heist
Shade: Shadow
Stalin006/von Dunkelheit:
Tommorrow You Will Eat Caviar For Lunch!
LightFang/Mr. X:
Mr. X-Exposition
Swissempire/Cole Collins:
Installment 1-1st Arc
dldnjstjr/Arahan:
Five Hundred Dollars
TerrisH/Warp:
Bags O' Cash
jeps
Arcadefire
I have a plan that would make all the rich people suffer.
A lot.
In a water related way that I should be able to control as level 1.
without a trip to a certain unspeakable pacific nation. (though that shall come at a higher level.)
A lot.
In a water related way that I should be able to control as level 1.
without a trip to a certain unspeakable pacific nation. (though that shall come at a higher level.)
Swissempire
Poet Jester
If you promise to keep updating this NES and not let it die, I'll promise to help as much as possible with the Story Index.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Thanks Swiss. Reading the newest stories now. When do you guys want an update?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
ASAP? Is this acceptable answer?
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
ASAP? Is this acceptable answer?
Yes. The updates will not be long or complex. Just a description of whats going on with hero points being given out. And a update on NPC activities with the story.
I do need orders. So spend your hero points via PM if you want. They cannot directly upgrade yours powers unless you invent something.
Updates will take place over days or weeks or even months depending on the update.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
To quote Staples: That was easy.
If Lucky would just copy paste the new version to the front, we're good.
Also, for hero points, can we spend it on relatively mundane stuff? Like using it like money? Buying a T-Pass, or Sox tix? I just am not sure how to spend them...
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
^agrees with above
TerrisH
Mischief?
Swis, you missed my story.. but it wasn't much of a story, so I don't blame you.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
On Hero Points: You use these to carry out actions linked to your superhero ability or actions in some way. Villain wants to rob a big bank. Hero Point. Hero wants to know when the villain is going to do it. Hero Point. It also covers story elements. You can pay for information, to go places, to train your abilities. I judge all of this in the end of course. No one can level up super fast. I expect most of you to reach level two in the first couple updates.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Is the following okay?
Hero Point Orders for Cole:
-1 point to buying a Charlie Pass(it is the name of a reusable ticket to use the Boston T)
-1 point to finding a book at a used bookstore called "Telepathy: Truth, Training and Occurrences" by Dr. Sigmund
Hero Point Orders for Cole:
-1 point to buying a Charlie Pass(it is the name of a reusable ticket to use the Boston T)
-1 point to finding a book at a used bookstore called "Telepathy: Truth, Training and Occurrences" by Dr. Sigmund
dldnjstjr
The Shrubber
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More or Less Practical Things
"Why am I doing this again?"
"Shh! Do not talk, focus!"
"If you'd tell me why, then I will."
"Listen, do you want to learn this or not?"
"Of course, I do. That's why I go to the bank to get your dollars."
"You've been doing it well for the past month. Why the attitude now?"
"Because, I'm just sitting here like an idiot. I didn't pay 500 dollars for this."
"Trust, me, kiddo. It'll be worth it."
"How do I know?"
"Well... That's up to you."
Jun-ho was in the same place as he was six hours ago. It was Friday night, and he'd rather go outside and hang out with his friends. But, he wanted to learn Ki much more than simply hanging out, just like any other Fridays. However, he simply didn't understand why Mr. Hong made him sit in the same place for six hours, not saying a thing. Frankly, it was getting boring. He'd done this and other mundane things (cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the garden, cleaning dishes, etc), and Mr. Hong said it was for self-discipline. Well, he'd have self-discipline, if he told him what he was doing was for, really.
"Listen, kiddo," said Mr. Hong, two hours later, "What you are doing now, is regulating the Ki around you. Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what? Some kind of magical power?"
"No, stupid. Ki. It's the life force that surrounds the world, every life, every little things, you, me, and everyone."
"No."
"Focus! Imagine yourself letting go of yourself, and emptying your body of all the energy."
He obeyed, and concentrated his thoughts on emptying his body. He didn't feel a thing. He focused harder. Then, a sudden surge of heat rushed through him.
"Whoa, what the!? It's hot!"
"Good job, kid."
"So I can use Ki now?"
"No, that was just a demonstration of Ki. Now you've felt it. But controlling it is a completely different thing. Get ready for more mundane things."
"Why? All Ki come from life force, and what better to control it than self discipline?"
"Crap."
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For three more months, Jun-ho trained with Mr. Hong. He called it training, but to Jun-ho, Mr. Hong was just making him do his chores. For one, he had to get up 4 in the morning, run up the hill, and draw water from the spring. When he came back from school, he just sat in one place for several hours. After that was the only part where it seemed like legitimate training for anything useful.
"Now, stand there, keep perfectly still."
"This is ridiculous. Why am I doing this again?"
"Discipline."
"Right."
"Balance. Don't move around so much."
"Well, if this pole I'm standing on is any bigger, maybe I wouldn't have to."
"That's because you're using your body to balance. Screw mechanics, use the Ki."
"How?"
"Try regulating your Ki to balance the body from the inside."
"And I do this how?"
"The same way you feel the Ki."
"Ok..."
Again, he closed his eyes and concentrated hard. He'd been doing it for a while, so it came to him more quickly than last time. The heat of Ki, flowing as if it were water surrounding him, entered his body, and he felt his body getting heavier. Then he released it, then he felt lighter. He released all his Ki, and when he opened his eyes, he was perfectly still on the thin pole.
"Good job."
"I think I'm getting a hang of this."
"But you won't be able to beat up bullies with that."
"Then I'll have to practice more."
"And do what? Balance your way out of a fight?"
"And when are you going to teach me more practical things?"
"Where are my 500 dollars?"
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"Alright," Mr. Hong said one afternoon, few weeks later, in the middle of the meditation, "How about we spar for a while?"
"What? Me against you?"
"Yes, why not? You think I'll get beat up?"
"Whoa, you mean spar as in hand to hand? None of the Ki blast thing?"
"Yes, hand to hand."
"Then I think I'm going to kick your butt."
"Very well. Come on."
The sparring field, or more like the backyard, wasn't very large, cluttered with various junk around the garden. And flowerbed dominated most of the space. They stood about five feet from each other in fighting stance.
"Alright," said Mr. Hong, "come at me."
"Nah, I'll give you first shot, old man."
"No, seriously."
"I don't want you to go to hospital."
"Your mom is fat."
"... Is that how you provoke your enemy? Fine, just don't get beaten too easily."
Jun-ho was confident that he would take him down easily. But, boy, was he wrong.
As Jun-ho threw his first punch, Mr. Hong was no longer where he was. Then, Jun-ho felt a blunt strike behind him and fell to the ground.
"What the heck was that?"
"Too slow, kid."
"How'd you move so fast?"
"You're just slow."
He got up, turned around, and charged at Mr. Hong, as quickly as he could, and sent a flurry of fists in the air. And this time, Mr. Hong didn't dodge. Instead, he blocked every single one with perfect ease. With one hand. As Jun-ho stared in amazement, Mr. Hong, swept him off his feet, and he fell on the ground again.
"You're so fast. How'd you do that?"
"How were you so low?"
"Well, my body can't move any faster."
"Yeah, there's your problem. You're using your body to move. Remember the balancing lesson? Make yourself empty, and use the Ki around you, to move through the force, not relying on your physical movements. Your body can only do so much. You have to manipulate the surrounding force to help you move faster. Try it."
He tried the same thing he did when he was balancing, emptying himself of unnecessary force, and bending the force around him. He felt his body become light as a feather, but still standing firmly on the ground.
"Go," said Mr. Hong.
And Jun-ho went. He felt himself move almost twice as fast as he was before, with perfect balance and ease. He wasn't forcing his arms to move, he just willed his body parts. Nonetheless, Mr. Hong blocked them all, with perfect ease, not moving an inch from where he was standing. But this time... with two hands.
"Good!" he exclaimed, as Jun-ho moved away, "Now for the mundane and less practical things."
"Why am I doing this again?"
"Shh! Do not talk, focus!"
"If you'd tell me why, then I will."
"Listen, do you want to learn this or not?"
"Of course, I do. That's why I go to the bank to get your dollars."
"You've been doing it well for the past month. Why the attitude now?"
"Because, I'm just sitting here like an idiot. I didn't pay 500 dollars for this."
"Trust, me, kiddo. It'll be worth it."
"How do I know?"
"Well... That's up to you."
Jun-ho was in the same place as he was six hours ago. It was Friday night, and he'd rather go outside and hang out with his friends. But, he wanted to learn Ki much more than simply hanging out, just like any other Fridays. However, he simply didn't understand why Mr. Hong made him sit in the same place for six hours, not saying a thing. Frankly, it was getting boring. He'd done this and other mundane things (cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the garden, cleaning dishes, etc), and Mr. Hong said it was for self-discipline. Well, he'd have self-discipline, if he told him what he was doing was for, really.
"Listen, kiddo," said Mr. Hong, two hours later, "What you are doing now, is regulating the Ki around you. Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what? Some kind of magical power?"
"No, stupid. Ki. It's the life force that surrounds the world, every life, every little things, you, me, and everyone."
"No."
"Focus! Imagine yourself letting go of yourself, and emptying your body of all the energy."
He obeyed, and concentrated his thoughts on emptying his body. He didn't feel a thing. He focused harder. Then, a sudden surge of heat rushed through him.
"Whoa, what the!? It's hot!"
"Good job, kid."
"So I can use Ki now?"
"No, that was just a demonstration of Ki. Now you've felt it. But controlling it is a completely different thing. Get ready for more mundane things."
"Why? All Ki come from life force, and what better to control it than self discipline?"
"Crap."
-------------------------------------------
For three more months, Jun-ho trained with Mr. Hong. He called it training, but to Jun-ho, Mr. Hong was just making him do his chores. For one, he had to get up 4 in the morning, run up the hill, and draw water from the spring. When he came back from school, he just sat in one place for several hours. After that was the only part where it seemed like legitimate training for anything useful.
"Now, stand there, keep perfectly still."
"This is ridiculous. Why am I doing this again?"
"Discipline."
"Right."
"Balance. Don't move around so much."
"Well, if this pole I'm standing on is any bigger, maybe I wouldn't have to."
"That's because you're using your body to balance. Screw mechanics, use the Ki."
"How?"
"Try regulating your Ki to balance the body from the inside."
"And I do this how?"
"The same way you feel the Ki."
"Ok..."
Again, he closed his eyes and concentrated hard. He'd been doing it for a while, so it came to him more quickly than last time. The heat of Ki, flowing as if it were water surrounding him, entered his body, and he felt his body getting heavier. Then he released it, then he felt lighter. He released all his Ki, and when he opened his eyes, he was perfectly still on the thin pole.
"Good job."
"I think I'm getting a hang of this."
"But you won't be able to beat up bullies with that."
"Then I'll have to practice more."
"And do what? Balance your way out of a fight?"
"And when are you going to teach me more practical things?"
"Where are my 500 dollars?"
-------------------------------------------
"Alright," Mr. Hong said one afternoon, few weeks later, in the middle of the meditation, "How about we spar for a while?"
"What? Me against you?"
"Yes, why not? You think I'll get beat up?"
"Whoa, you mean spar as in hand to hand? None of the Ki blast thing?"
"Yes, hand to hand."
"Then I think I'm going to kick your butt."
"Very well. Come on."
The sparring field, or more like the backyard, wasn't very large, cluttered with various junk around the garden. And flowerbed dominated most of the space. They stood about five feet from each other in fighting stance.
"Alright," said Mr. Hong, "come at me."
"Nah, I'll give you first shot, old man."
"No, seriously."
"I don't want you to go to hospital."
"Your mom is fat."
"... Is that how you provoke your enemy? Fine, just don't get beaten too easily."
Jun-ho was confident that he would take him down easily. But, boy, was he wrong.
As Jun-ho threw his first punch, Mr. Hong was no longer where he was. Then, Jun-ho felt a blunt strike behind him and fell to the ground.
"What the heck was that?"
"Too slow, kid."
"How'd you move so fast?"
"You're just slow."
He got up, turned around, and charged at Mr. Hong, as quickly as he could, and sent a flurry of fists in the air. And this time, Mr. Hong didn't dodge. Instead, he blocked every single one with perfect ease. With one hand. As Jun-ho stared in amazement, Mr. Hong, swept him off his feet, and he fell on the ground again.
"You're so fast. How'd you do that?"
"How were you so low?"
"Well, my body can't move any faster."
"Yeah, there's your problem. You're using your body to move. Remember the balancing lesson? Make yourself empty, and use the Ki around you, to move through the force, not relying on your physical movements. Your body can only do so much. You have to manipulate the surrounding force to help you move faster. Try it."
He tried the same thing he did when he was balancing, emptying himself of unnecessary force, and bending the force around him. He felt his body become light as a feather, but still standing firmly on the ground.
"Go," said Mr. Hong.
And Jun-ho went. He felt himself move almost twice as fast as he was before, with perfect balance and ease. He wasn't forcing his arms to move, he just willed his body parts. Nonetheless, Mr. Hong blocked them all, with perfect ease, not moving an inch from where he was standing. But this time... with two hands.
"Good!" he exclaimed, as Jun-ho moved away, "Now for the mundane and less practical things."
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Hero/Villain Name/Player: Brama
Home Town: Rio de Janeiro
Current Location: Rio de Janeiro
Hero Points: 2
Superhero level: 1
Power: Invisibility
Description: Born into the slums of the Magnificent City, Brama was an unassuming child for much of his (so-far) short life. With his father taken by AIDS, family reduced by the constant gang warfare, the young boy's family gradually dwindled until he was left only with his little sisters. Feeling the pressure to feed the two younger children, Brama resorted to theivery. After a while of the practice, Brama managed to learn some control over his power.
Home Town: Rio de Janeiro
Current Location: Rio de Janeiro
Hero Points: 2
Superhero level: 1
Power: Invisibility
Description: Born into the slums of the Magnificent City, Brama was an unassuming child for much of his (so-far) short life. With his father taken by AIDS, family reduced by the constant gang warfare, the young boy's family gradually dwindled until he was left only with his little sisters. Feeling the pressure to feed the two younger children, Brama resorted to theivery. After a while of the practice, Brama managed to learn some control over his power.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
@dldnjstjr: Good stories, just try not to go too anime on me.
