HeroNES: Vision of The Prophet

[dldnjstjr]

Farewell to Visage

Jun-ho trained hard with Mr. Hong for many followings weeks. He learned to spar, meditate, and various things that enhanced his physical abilities. Now, Jun-ho could jump over a brick wall with ease, and get onto roof tops with few steppings points. He was much faster than he was ever before, and his reaction time increased significantly. However, he was still no match for Mr. Hong, though, the sparring sessions took at least 30 minutes at a time now. He was at a good pace, and he was finally learning new things. He had no problems at all... except one thing.

"Hey, kid," said Mr. Hong, disgruntled, "did you finish the dishes?"
"For the last time, I'm not your maid!"
"Di-"
"Discipline. Yeah I know. But I still think you're taking advantage of this. I mean, with 500 dollars, you can hire a maid."
"This is for your own good, kid."
"Uh huh, whatever. But when do I get to learn the Ki blast and cool stuff anyways?"
"After you're done with that."
"Are you serious?"
"Sure."

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They were in the sparring field, the backyard, an hour later. It was night, and the, almost full, moon shone brightly above them.

"Alright, kid," began Mr. Hong, "This you see here is a piece of wood."
"Yeah, I see that."
"I'll place it over here, and you try to knock it over."
"How?"
"That's up to you."

Jun-ho was lost. How was he supposed to do that? But knowing, Mr. Hong, Jun-ho knew that he had to figure it out for himself.

"Kid, this whole Ki business isn't some kind of nuclear physics. You get one knowledge: Ki is a life force that is around you, and you apply that fact into various forms."

Then, Jun-ho thought of something that just might work.

He raised his hand, palm facing the wood, and focused on the flow of Ki in his body. He released all his energy, filled his body with Ki around him, and released the focused energy through his palm.

"Good job," said Mr. Hong.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the wooden block on the ground, about 10 feet away. He did it.

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Few more days passed since his last visit to Mr. Hong's house. It was getting dark, and Jun-ho was getting home from school. Then, something caught his eyes. The two thugs, he'd seen before, many months ago. Obviously, they didn't recognize him, and that was why they tried to take his money again.

"Hey, punk," said one of them, "Do you have money?"
"No."
"Haha, hey, he said he doesn't have any money."
"Well, then, he'd better get us some, huh?"
"I won't just give you money."
"Oh yes you will. If you don't wanna get hurt."
"You can't hurt me."
"Oh, so you want to fight? C'mon, pu-"

The thug fell on the ground, writhing in pain. Jun-ho had punched him in the gut.

"Hey, you wanna die?!" yelled the other as he charged towards him.

Jun-ho kicked off from the alley wall, and landed his heel right on the thug's jaw. He heard a crack, and the thug fell on the ground, without a sound. He'd killed him. He killed a person. He was no match for him. He tried to take his money. He tried to attack him. But he killed him.

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"Hey, old man," said Jun-ho as he walked into the front yard of Mr. Hong's house. But curiously, the door was open but lights were out. 'Maybe, he's playing a joke on me,' he thought as he walked in further. Then he froze where he stood. There was a dead body. No, there were many dead bodies. And among them was Mr. Hong. He lay beside a small pistol, leaving a small pool of blood, which soaked the grass underneath his body. Before any emotion struck his mind, he quickly analyzed the situation. What could have happened? He looked around, 5 dead bodies of strangers. That must have meant that a gang attacked Mr. Hong. A pistol, American made, probably an organization. Then, he recognized one of them. It was the thug who fell to the ground few days ago, when he had attack Jun-ho. It finally all made sense. The thug tried to get revenge for his friend, and brought in an organized gang, probably under his relative or something, and in anger, he struck at Mr. Hong, who had killed him, defending himself, but was shot by one of them, who probably escaped. He knew, Mr. Hong could dodge bullets, so that must mean that he was shot from behind.

"Ughh..." groaned a voice of Mr. Hong.
"Goodness, old man, what happened?"
"Not important... But I'm seriously wounded. Only a veil of Ki is stopping the blood. If I let go, which I will have to soon enough, I will die."
"..." he had nothing to say.
"But before I die. I must pass on my powers to you."
"But then, you'll die!"
"I will in either cases. Give me your hand."

Jun-ho stretched out his hand, and Mr. Hong grasped it firmly, and with a last gasp of breath, he was silent. Dead. But at the same time, a hot surge of energy flowed through his entire body, from his palm to the ends of his toes. Then it was gone. He didn't feel especially different. He didn't pass on his powers. Mr. Hong opened the Ki channels in his body. And he felt the free flow of energy within him.

And after this recognition faded away, it had finally struck him as he broke down. He had known him for many months, as a neighbor, as his teacher, as his friend, but now, Mr. Hong was dead.

Comment: crappy story, i know... but i didn't plan for him to die. so there was a break down in storyline as i was pressed for time.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Shade: New Crew

"Yeah, I see what you can do, and frankly, if I hadn't seen it right in front of my eyes, I wouldn't have believed a bit of it. But damn... I don't know how you do it, but it's exactly what we need. So if this works properly, you get 1/10th of the loot. More in the future. And if you betray us... I have my methods of dealing with treachery. The last police spy I found ended up... well, no details, but it involved staples and a bunsen burner. Powers or no, I'll see that all is duly repaid. Am I clear?"

The man gave an intense glare. S' hood raised, and two silvery blue eyes met the gaze without flinching.

"Yes."

"Damn well better be... so what's your name again? You barely say a word, let alone a name."

"I'd rather give none."

"I've gotta call you something."

"Then call me... 'Shadow'... or 'Darkness'."

"What are you kid, emo? Wearing all black, with a hood, whispering all the time and calling yourself things like that? How 'bout 'Shade', it's shorter."

"Fine."

"Alright guys, 'Shade' here is going to be playing a special role in our little operation here. Don't question me Andrei, I'm the boss here. So we know our target. You've seen your individual plans, and we've done practices. Our new arrival will be making things a little... easier for us."

"Howzat boss?"

"None of your business yet Jake. Just do your part, and everything will work perfectly."

"... alright, but I don't like working with this new one. No trust yet."

"Well, the same went for you a few months back. Now, I've got some business to attend. Remember gentlemen. 3:00 AM tomorrow night. Here."

The group nodded, and quickly filed out of the building, into the dark Seattle night.

 

[erez87]

Where is Swissempire?

 

[Stuck in Pi]

Mr. Lars/Stuck in Pi
Unknown
Seoul, Korea
Hero Points: 2
SuperHero level: 1
Power: Force Field
I don't know where i came from or anything else. i just know that the people in the world are all against me. and now, that i have this power, i shall make them pay...

 

[TerrisH]

The Spire, the Torch, it burns so high.
like a sparkling star, against the sky.
as we watch the city shall burn.
and the path shall be born as the world dose turn...

 

[Swissempire]

Here and working out my story arcs.

Also, Erez, I'm sorry if it ruins your mission but in a city of 4,313,000 people, you're not going to find one apparently normal kid whose name you have wrong. BTW, kids these days don't really read the newspaper classifieds

I don't know where you IC got the information that there was a kid like my hero with powers. Having just discovered them(as the rules instruct us too), my hero is freaked out and hasn't shared his gift with anyone. At all.

 

[erez87]

I got it in my mission... And rumors go all around, so IC you could say I got it from a yellow new paper that got it from someone who got it from... who got it from your friend in the story... who known after all... Or maybe just a hunch... I'll have to look for him better

 

[LightFang]

Mr. X - Recapitulation

To his surprise he found that he was stronger than he expected. Walking back toward San Francisco - or where he thought San Francisco was - was a lot easier than it seemed and yet harder at the same time. It was easier because his body seemed to have adapted rather quickly. He found himself walking through pricks and pine needles things barefoot, something he would never have done but now, seeing as he had been lying in them for who knew what length of time, it was like his body had evolved to deal with it. That's not to say that it didn't hurt, but rather the pain was a dull thing that he could file away in the back of his mind.

He came across a river, which surprised him because the river hadn't been there before, or at least he hadn't realized that there had been a river out there, but there was one now and he had to cross it if he wanted to reach San Francisco. The reason he knew that San Francisco lay near was because of the inestimable amount of refuse and general tokens of civilization that floated around and probably within the river. He shrugged for the benefit of anybody watching (one, just one. His name starts with a G.) and jumped in.

He soon found to his, well, he couldn't decide distaste or pleasure, that it was easier to suffocate in this particular river than to drown. The waters were filthier than they looked from the outside and he highly suspected that if any wading birds had gone in, they would have left without their wading feet, something which birds generally need in order to wade around in and without which become mere, ordinary birds.

He emerged the other side, a glob of river still attached to his feet and trailing behind slightly. He found to his delight that contrary to what he had expected, his clothing still remained intact and thus he would not have to steal anything. (He remembered a droll story that his Hispanic history teacher had told the class in tenth grade about how his father had swum across the Rio Grande and had emerged with no clothing whatsoever, so he had to steal some clothing - yet Fate must have been feeling mischievous because he could only find women's clothing, so his uncle got to experience the pleasure of watching a heavily mustached man in a dress walk up the streets to his house, very free from Mexico but very, very embarrassed).

He shook the last bits of river off him and went on his way, toward Frisco.

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He arrived at sunset. That is what the romantics say. The sun lengthened the shadows as he walked in and he went straight to his house with his wife whereupon he had a passionate kiss and his eight-year-old daughter whereupon he had a passionate hug and they had a nice reunion before - well, we'll save that part for later.

If you want the truth though, here's what happened: The explosion of the North Wing blew so many elementary particles up into the air that they soon congregated and become quite advanced particles that blocked out the sun and turned the sky a pleasant color of brown-gray.

True to how the romanticists say, he stopped by his house first. He knocked on the door and his wisp of a wife promptly opened the door and slammed it shut before realizing that it was perhaps her husband. She opened the door, apologizing, before noticing the terrible smell that swimming in the suffocating river had given him and slamming it shut, certain that her husband could never be this dirty.

He knocked a second time, patiently. She refused to open the door, so he was forced to call out. He said, "It's me, Wang Xiaopeng! Open up!"

He glanced at a neighbor's house out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Neighborhood Watch was working marvelously well; she was calling the police to report a stalker or a rapist or one of those unsightly sort of people that take women and do what they want with them at the price they want and generally don't like it when other people check up on what they do with their wants.

She opened the door and he collapsed into her arms. The pretty yellow dress she had been wearing immediately started burning away a bit at the edges and she shoved him off, unceremoniously, onto the porch. It was a reflex.

He picked himself up and took a shower.

 

[Frozen In Ice]

Flare- Lucky Escape

His footsteps pounded on the carpeted floor, his breathing shallow, and his adrenaline pulsing through him as he rounded the corner. Less than a second later a loud crack of a gunshot echoed through the halls, the bullet smashing into the wall, cutting right through where he had been a moment before.

“He’s gaining distance on us!” shouted a guard from around the corner.

“The intruder is heading down hallway 3-C! He is most likely heading for the stairs!” came another guard’s shout, probably speaking into a walky-talky.

Well they got that part right, Ivan thought as he turned yet another corner into a new hallway, this time one with a staircase at the end of the hall. He ran over to the set of double doors leading to the staircase and found them locked by courtesy of the security systems. He threw his whole body against the doors but they wouldn’t budge. The noise of the guards became louder and louder as they turned the corner that led to the hallway he had just been in. Ivan started to panic, thinking that his life would end right here.

I don’t want to die right here. After all I have done it can’t end here. I won’t die here! If only I could get through this door!

As he thought these last thoughts, as he became determined to survive and escape the hotel, fire appeared in his hands. It didn’t burn him though; in fact he didn’t feel any heat from them at all. He continued to concentrate, and the flame grew larger. Had his life not been in danger, he probably would have been paralyzed with astonishment. He thought quickly though, and put his flaming hands on the door, which quickly caught on fire, and in just a second a large hole had been burnt into the door. Ivan hastily dived through, and he hurdled over the railing of the stairs to land on landing of the second floor. He completely incinerated the new set of doors and he sprinted through the empty doorway.

From the stairwell he could hear the cries of surprised guards as they saw the gaping hole in the door at the landing to the third floor. Ivan ran over to the first window that he came to and looked out. With a sigh of relief Ivan noticed there was a fire escape attached to this window.

I might just get out of this yet. Once I'm out of the hotel I just have to make it to the getaway car.

He opened the window and hopped onto the fire escape- and nearly melted it. In his focus and determination Ivan had- believe it or not- forgotten that hands were in engulfed in flame.

"How do I stop this... fire?" Ivan wondered aloud. And as he thought about stopping the fire in his hands it stopped. Not having the time to think about what just happened, Ivan quickly continued down the fire escape and eventually made it to the city streets only to be met with an onslaught of stares from all the spectators who had witnessed what had just happened. Not caring what they thought, he pushed his way through the crowd to a small black car, opened the back door, and nearly fell into the seat from exhaustion. The car hastily accelerated and fled the scene of the hotel. Once they had gotten a safe distance, the driver turned around to grin at Ivan.

"So," the driver smirked, "you not only failed to kill your target, but set off the alarm too, and yet you still managed to survive to tell the tale. Tell me, how did you do it?"

With thoughts racing through his mind about what just happened and about the mysterious fire, Ivan decided not tell anyone just yet about his powers. So, all he answered was, "I guess you could say I got lucky."

 

[TerrisH]

After a Three hour Plane flight, he had arrived at his destination. Around him, the other passengers on the planes were looking shocked, as they well should be. the first of his surprises had gone off not 15 minutes after their plane had taken off.. They had learned about it in mid flight, and most considered themselves lucky to have left so early. most of Sea-tac was still in flames.

and the second of his surprises was showing on the screen. the blackened and burnt remains of the Space Needle. it had not collapsed, as he had hoped, but it would be months before it be repaired. The Reporter was commenting on Two of his other surprises, but their was no hint, nor any information of his fifth and final surprise. but then again, he doubted they would report on it, as minor as it was compared to the other ones. Perfect for his plans. ah.

they were brining the Stewardess out. perfect. only last shock with his Taser should drive her over the edge. just need to get in close.. and ZAP.. look at her Scream. such delicious screams.. such poor replacements to what he would have enjoyed had he stayed in Seattle, and drunk in the agony from his work. but the warp had to be obeyed.

"I am coming my little Plague, and your corruption shall spread, unbound.."

 

[~Darkening~]

Lucky, I'll be inactive in this for around a week or more. Sorry, but time is eluding me again .

 

[Stuck in Pi]

"Mr. Lars, sit, please."

"Why am i here?"

"I will get to that, just hang on a minute-"

"No. Time is precious and soon I will need all of it i can get."

"I see you get right to the point. It has been brought to my attention that you have been threatening several people in Seoul. I also have one report that says that you broke half of a wall down without touching it."

"As I have told you before, Counsollour, that I don't know how I did it. In my anger I somehow unleashed something inside my I had no idea I had. "

"That is why I brought you here. I can help you with anything you need if you can infiltrate China and attempt to destroy a small building in downtown Shainghai. "

"And if I refuse?"

"You will be dead where you stand."

"Fine. When do I leave?"

"Now. You may leave."



Leaving Seoul and heading to Shangai. One hero point on buying bomb.

 

[flyingchicken]

Searching for an answer
Page one.

Blitz is walking in a dark street at around seven in the evening. A text box at the corner of the frame says "Somewhere in Havana..." There is a large building next to Blitz, whose face is darkened for a sense of anonymity.

On the next frame, a thought balloon comes out from Blitz with the words "Where is it?" Another thought balloon from him, much smaller with smaller font, has the words "Damn creepy here..." His face is sporting an expression of being puzzled. His eyebrows are furrowed, his head facing the walls of the large building.

On the following frame, which takes up the space of two frames across and two frames down, he is shown to be dwarfed by the large building. The building is revealed to be an old factory, with large exhaust pipes and a signboard saying "Keep out." The building is in a dilapidated state, with a few cracks and with worn-out paint all over. A though balloon comes up from Blitz with the words "Damn creepy." A text box at the corner of the frame says "Eduardo Diaz sugar processing plant."

On the next frame, Bltiz's face is shown to be looking up, taking in the hugeness of the building. Behind his face is the corner of the building's wall, and beyond it is darkness. However, in the darkness, there is a tiny spot of light. On the next frame, the spot of light is larger, looking like it is coming from a flashlight. Blitz notices it quickly on that same frame.

The next frame, this time two normal frames wide, shows Blitz pressing himself against the wall of the building, with the silhouettes of a guard and a pair of dogs. There is floating text at the bottom of the frame, depicting the letters "GRRR" and "GRRRRR" shakily. A speech balloon comes up from the guard with the words "♫ ...thirteen dead men walking by me... ♪"

The page ends there.

 

[Luckymoose]

Will catch up on all this and update when all orders are in.

 

[The Strategos]

Orders
-1 Hero point into flying from New York to Boston (per last story).
-1 Hero point into harp practicing/training.


“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah,” I replied, putting on a fake smile. “I am.” Internally I was furious. Now, more than ever, I wished I hadn’t let Julliard talk me into going back home for a few weeks. Ever since my flight had touched down, I had been moving from one social disaster to another. First, it was my mom, now it was my old high school friends.

When my friends, most of who went to Boston University, heard I was home, they all wanted to “hang out.” I had no problem with this, since my mom had been systematically driving me up the wall, so I welcomed the chance to escape the house. Unfortunately, my old friends had turned out to be worse than my mom. They had decided to go to an old club that they used to frequent. Upon arriving, they promptly steered me to a table, where we all sat down…and did absolutely nothing. I could tell that my blindness made them all uncomfortable, which made them not act like themselves, which made them boring.

“Look over at that guy, he’s kind of cute, what do you think Amy…” I could tell that her brain was a little slow in catching up to her mouth. “…I’m sorry Amy.”

I sighed. “It’s alright. Listen, if he’s so cute, why don’t you go over and dance with him?”

“No way, I couldn’t leave you.”

Leave me, I wanted to scream. Seriously, it was so frustrating to be treated like a three year old who couldn’t be trusted by themselves. Abruptly, I got up. “Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you.” At least three voices chimed in.

“No,” I could finally take it no more. “I’m not some kindergartener who needs to have their hand held everywhere. I’ve been here enough times to know where the bathroom is.” I took a deep breath, calming down slightly. “Besides, maybe I’ll run into a cute guy and he’ll buy me a drink as an apology.” For a moment I thought despite my protest my friends would still follow me, but thankfully, they allowed me to leave on my own.

As I leaving the table, I went to the nearest wall, the crowd parting before the tapping of my sight-stick like I was a latter-day Moses. Reaching the wall, I put one hand out, following it towards the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Reaching it, I paused, my hand resting on the door. To my right the hallway ended in the back entrance of the club. Taking my hand off the door to the bathroom I headed that way, stepping out into the cool night air. Breathing deeply, I smiled. Being in the middle of Boston it was a far cry from “fresh” air, but for a city girl like me, it was as close as you could get.

From behind me came footsteps. “Nice night, isn’t it?” asked a male voice. As he got closer, I could smell the distinctive smell of alcohol coming from him like cheap cologne.

“Yeah.” I curtly replied, trying to brush past him to go back into the club.

I felt my arm being grabbed. “Hey, what’s the rush? Why don’t you stay and talk to me for a while.”

Firmly, I grabbed the hand that was squeezing my own arm, attempting to push it away. “I would rather not.”

Suddenly, the man pushed against me, using his body weight to trap me between him and the wall. The hand that wasn’t holding my own arm in a vise grip found its way to my thigh. “Come on, stop being a prude and loosen up.”

I screamed. Or at least I thought I did, but I didn’t hear any sound come from my mouth. Though there was no sound, my assailant took a woozy step backwards, swaying slightly, before doubling up and throwing up all over my shoes. Freed from his grip, I took off, bounding down the ally. Behind me, I could still hear the sounds of retching. Coming out of the ally, I almost ran into a couple of people, as they barely had time to jump out of my way. I think one of them tried saying something to me, but as I didn’t slow down, I was already out of earshot before they were able to speak.

I didn’t slow down until I had put two blocks between me and the nightclub. From the purse I had been carrying the entire time, I pulled out my cell phone, calling for a cab to pick me up. That done, I called my friends from the club, telling them I had suddenly felt sick, and so had called a cab to take me home. When the cab driver arrived, he looked dubiously at my vomit-covered shoes. “Sorry,” I replied to his unspoken question. “My friend had a little too much to drink, I promise I’ll pay extra.” This seemed to satisfy the driver. As I got in the cab, I leaned back, closing my eyes, remembering the scene that had just occurred. Though I didn’t hear myself scream, the man almost seemed to get sick at the same time I thought I had screamed. I remembered my powers. I wonder if sound waves can make a person vomit? It seemed strange, considering I was planning on making a living off of sound waves, but I knew nothing about how they worked. It was too bad, as well. My echo-location, though similar to the sight I had lost in many respects, didn’t allow me to read, and I had not been blind long enough to have learned Braille, so I could not do any research in the library. It would seem as if I was stuck with my ignorance.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

A picture of Shade.

 

[Luckymoose]

A picture of Shade.

Where have I seen a Canadian with that size head before. Hmmmm....

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Yeah, the head's oversized. So sue me.

 

[Frozen In Ice]

Orders
-1 Hero point on the attempted assassination (as mentioned in story)
-1 Hero point to train powers

Flare: Captured on Video

Adam finished reading the report, put it back down on his desk, and shifted his attention back to the security guard. "You know," Adam said, "that this is a high class hotel, with very important customers, and they only like to stay places where they feel safe, right? Now when an assassin breaks into this hotel, bypasses security, and then manages to escape, the image and reputation of the hotel is ruined, resulting in fewer customers. Would you care to explain how he got away?"

"B-bu-but sir, you saw the doors, a hole like that doesn't naturally appear from fire," stammered the security guard. "I think we might be dealing with a new weapon, or a-a-a superpower," concluded the security guard, almost whispering the last word.

Adam frowned. He had been hearing more and more about superpowers these days, being that high-class businessman that he was, with his multitude of contacts. What would a superpower want with my hotel?, he wondered. At any rate we need to find out who this guy is. "You are lucky though, that the assassination attempt failed, because otherwise, the entire security team would have been fired. As for the burn marks, you are correct, they did not look natural. Now, did the security cameras get any shots of the intruder?" inquired Adam.

Relived that he was apparently off the hook, the security guard answered for once without stammering. "Why yes, while we never got a frontal view of him, we did capture him on video."

"Good, good. Give some pictures of the assassin to the media. I want to find out who this guy is, and I think this is the best way to do it."
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Ivan focused on his palm, and yet again a flame sprang to life in it. He then dashed across the deserted courtyard, to the two foot thick log he had set up. He then punched it as hard as he could, igniting the log at the same time. Nearly half the log was now ash, and the other half was blackened by the flame. Satisfied, Ivan grinned. "Good, my powers are improving."

 

[LightFang]

Orders coming in later tonight!