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Not An Evil Liar
"...Lynching 2.0" Cody stopped the car and took a moment to record the crime scene in the sunglass. 35 dead bodies. 51 different DNA samples. One is a positive match on Alice. 3 survivors. Chalks in the police office were going to die today. "Where the hell did they go?!" Cody grabbed one of the survivors and shook him. Nothing. Cody threw him away in disgust. He couldnt really bring himself to pity these people. Cody growled and left the scene.
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"Why do you have that flower?" Jeremy, the little boy said. "It looks old."
"It's because a friend of mine gave it to me," Dlanor replied. "Thanks for sharing that chocolate with me, by the way."
"You're welcome, is the friend your boyfriend?"
"Where is your mother?" Dlanor said. Changing the topic. "She's down the hall. But she's boring and sleeps a lot."
"Well, where's your father?" "With mom."
"Ah, I see. Is it alright if you just randomly go into other people's room and..."
"Oh, they don't mind. Do you mind?" Dlanor replied that she didn't mind.
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Somebody ran into Cody. He was a slightly obese male. The glass immediately identified him as a mutant. A technopathic. He immedieately twisted away to run. "Hang on," Cody said, grabbing onto him. "Where do you think you are going?"
"Let me go!" the man pleaded. "I-I haven't done anything!"
"Calm down, what's happening?" Cody said.
"LOOK!" the man said. He pointed towards the direction where he came from, where some people with white hats were coming. "Actually, you know what? I think I know." Cody let go of the man, who immediately broke into a sprint.
The men caught sight of the fleeing technopath and attempted to pursue, but was stopped by Cody. They were mostly young man. Some even looked as if they were in highschool. They were all carrying guns. "Howdy," Cody said. "Move aside," said the leader of the group.
"No, no, I want to know what's happening first." The leader looked exasperated. "Haven't you heard the news man? Damn muties killed 40 of us in one bloody sitting. We're out for some justice."
"Was that 'mutie' you speak of spotted fleeing the scene of the crime?" Cody said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter! Move!" the leader swung his arm to swat Cody out of the way. Cody jumped back slightly to avoid it. "Doesn't matter? Well, it's hardly not justice if you just start to kill anybody."
"A mutie is a mutie. They are all in cahoots with each other!" the leader snarled. "Really?" Cody said. "I didn't know that."
"Well, you should! Anyways, who the hell do you think you are?"
"Me, I am a DMA agent. Anyways, you can go through. Thank you for notifying me of these current events. It seems as our mutie escaped during our little conversation! Such a pity."
"Damn mutie cop!" one of the followers yelled. "Hey, why don't we kill this guy instead!" he raised a shotgun. "No!" another shouted. "He's with the government."
"The government's on our side. I was feeling sick and tired of listening to talks of DMA anyways. Fine, maybe we should just.... teach this guy a lesson! Nobody would know!"
"Oh, and by the way," Cody said. "Do you know that this sunglass has a record function?"
The white hat wearing ones gasped and covered their faces. Too late. "GET HIM!" one of them shouted. Yeah, come get me. Cody thought. He turned off the record function as one of them fired a shotgun.
about 15 seconds later.
"Maybe I overdid it," Cody muttered. There were 15 people on the ground, groaning and clutching a broken arm or a leg. There were dozens of broken weapons on the ground. Cody walked among the groaning bodies until he found the leader again. He squealed and tried to crawl away from Cody. Cody walked around him until he was right in front of the leader's prone body. "Sorry about that leg," he said. "By the way, you should really get some practice. Your aim is sub-par. You didn't even flip the bloody safety catch! You didn't kill anyone with that gun, did you?"
"No!" the leader screamed. "NOBODY! This is my first time! Normally the other guys, you know, the ones that got killed, did the dirty work! I'm only doing this because the Great Master asked me to! I-I'm innocent!"
"Alright, then. Good to know that you are normally such a law-abiding citizen." Cody said. "Well, who's the Great Master?"
Silence.
"Hmm? Come on, I won't bite."
"He... We have our meetings in the Church in main street!"
"That's the man who gave you the guns and told you to hunt down mutants?" "Yes!"
"How did he find out about the guy you were chasing? He doesn't really look like a mutant."
"He has access to police databas-"
"Thank you," Cody said. "Goodbye.
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"Why do you have that flower?" Jeremy, the little boy said. "It looks old."
"It's because a friend of mine gave it to me," Dlanor replied. "Thanks for sharing that chocolate with me, by the way."
"You're welcome, is the friend your boyfriend?"
"Where is your mother?" Dlanor said. Changing the topic. "She's down the hall. But she's boring and sleeps a lot."
"Well, where's your father?" "With mom."
"Ah, I see. Is it alright if you just randomly go into other people's room and..."
"Oh, they don't mind. Do you mind?" Dlanor replied that she didn't mind.
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Somebody ran into Cody. He was a slightly obese male. The glass immediately identified him as a mutant. A technopathic. He immedieately twisted away to run. "Hang on," Cody said, grabbing onto him. "Where do you think you are going?"
"Let me go!" the man pleaded. "I-I haven't done anything!"
"Calm down, what's happening?" Cody said.
"LOOK!" the man said. He pointed towards the direction where he came from, where some people with white hats were coming. "Actually, you know what? I think I know." Cody let go of the man, who immediately broke into a sprint.
The men caught sight of the fleeing technopath and attempted to pursue, but was stopped by Cody. They were mostly young man. Some even looked as if they were in highschool. They were all carrying guns. "Howdy," Cody said. "Move aside," said the leader of the group.
"No, no, I want to know what's happening first." The leader looked exasperated. "Haven't you heard the news man? Damn muties killed 40 of us in one bloody sitting. We're out for some justice."
"Was that 'mutie' you speak of spotted fleeing the scene of the crime?" Cody said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter! Move!" the leader swung his arm to swat Cody out of the way. Cody jumped back slightly to avoid it. "Doesn't matter? Well, it's hardly not justice if you just start to kill anybody."
"A mutie is a mutie. They are all in cahoots with each other!" the leader snarled. "Really?" Cody said. "I didn't know that."
"Well, you should! Anyways, who the hell do you think you are?"
"Me, I am a DMA agent. Anyways, you can go through. Thank you for notifying me of these current events. It seems as our mutie escaped during our little conversation! Such a pity."
"Damn mutie cop!" one of the followers yelled. "Hey, why don't we kill this guy instead!" he raised a shotgun. "No!" another shouted. "He's with the government."
"The government's on our side. I was feeling sick and tired of listening to talks of DMA anyways. Fine, maybe we should just.... teach this guy a lesson! Nobody would know!"
"Oh, and by the way," Cody said. "Do you know that this sunglass has a record function?"
The white hat wearing ones gasped and covered their faces. Too late. "GET HIM!" one of them shouted. Yeah, come get me. Cody thought. He turned off the record function as one of them fired a shotgun.
about 15 seconds later.
"Maybe I overdid it," Cody muttered. There were 15 people on the ground, groaning and clutching a broken arm or a leg. There were dozens of broken weapons on the ground. Cody walked among the groaning bodies until he found the leader again. He squealed and tried to crawl away from Cody. Cody walked around him until he was right in front of the leader's prone body. "Sorry about that leg," he said. "By the way, you should really get some practice. Your aim is sub-par. You didn't even flip the bloody safety catch! You didn't kill anyone with that gun, did you?"
"No!" the leader screamed. "NOBODY! This is my first time! Normally the other guys, you know, the ones that got killed, did the dirty work! I'm only doing this because the Great Master asked me to! I-I'm innocent!"
"Alright, then. Good to know that you are normally such a law-abiding citizen." Cody said. "Well, who's the Great Master?"
Silence.
"Hmm? Come on, I won't bite."
"He... We have our meetings in the Church in main street!"
"That's the man who gave you the guns and told you to hunt down mutants?" "Yes!"
"How did he find out about the guy you were chasing? He doesn't really look like a mutant."
"He has access to police databas-"
"Thank you," Cody said. "Goodbye.
Megaman_zx
Dark Lord of the Sith
Barnabas was on the floor, rolling in a world of pain. He tried willing it away, but only succeeded in making himself look pathetic. All he wanted was an end to it all, but he knew it wouldn’t come, knew that they would capture him, perform experiments on him. His lungs burnt from the smoke filling the room and his eyes were on fire from the pepper spray, his body was nonresponsive and felt as though it had just undergone a severe beating from the tazing. Despite all this he could hear the voice of a kid. He wasn’t speaking loudly, but his voice carried somehow, unnaturally. “The monsters are coming to eat me.”
There were gunshots and screams, but at the moment Barnabas only wished one would accidentally hit him. His eyes were beginning to clear. He tried to get up, and hurled on the floor. He doubled over again clutching his stomach, and just laying there, breath rasping out of his burning lungs. He felt something poking him. He opened his bleary eyes for a second and saw two glowing yellow orbs. The kid survived, and killed the cops. “We have to go now, or the monsters will get us.” Using what little energy he had left, Barnabas forced himself to stand and he looked out the window. The officer from the police compound was outside with two guards talking frantically into a walkie talkie. His vision blurred and his eyes began to burn again. He squeezed them shut and felt himself being led by the frantic mutant kid. He could just barely hear the repetitive chopping motion of a helicopter pulling up. So much for protection. He opened his eyes again and picked up the guns still being clutched by the dead members of the gang.
He stuffed all the guns and ammo into a duffel bag he found in one of the upstairs rooms, then took the kid down into the basement. There was a ladder at the back which led to a tunnel. After crawling on hands and knees for a bit, he found himself in the garage of the house behind the house he had been in. He walked towards the car, and found the keys still in the ignition. He plopped the duffel bag in the back seat and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Shotgun!” cried the kid emphatically. Barnabas shook his head slightly, then opened the garage and gunned it out into the street.
There were gunshots and screams, but at the moment Barnabas only wished one would accidentally hit him. His eyes were beginning to clear. He tried to get up, and hurled on the floor. He doubled over again clutching his stomach, and just laying there, breath rasping out of his burning lungs. He felt something poking him. He opened his bleary eyes for a second and saw two glowing yellow orbs. The kid survived, and killed the cops. “We have to go now, or the monsters will get us.” Using what little energy he had left, Barnabas forced himself to stand and he looked out the window. The officer from the police compound was outside with two guards talking frantically into a walkie talkie. His vision blurred and his eyes began to burn again. He squeezed them shut and felt himself being led by the frantic mutant kid. He could just barely hear the repetitive chopping motion of a helicopter pulling up. So much for protection. He opened his eyes again and picked up the guns still being clutched by the dead members of the gang.
He stuffed all the guns and ammo into a duffel bag he found in one of the upstairs rooms, then took the kid down into the basement. There was a ladder at the back which led to a tunnel. After crawling on hands and knees for a bit, he found himself in the garage of the house behind the house he had been in. He walked towards the car, and found the keys still in the ignition. He plopped the duffel bag in the back seat and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Shotgun!” cried the kid emphatically. Barnabas shook his head slightly, then opened the garage and gunned it out into the street.
SKILORD
Insurgent
After the lynching is broken up:
The mutants stand around, confused, saved.
Get their supplies, Raul says, pointing Ricky over to a big table full of cans of red bull?
The psychic girl stands next to August, her hero, Raul smirks, if she knew thing one about that psycho.
August has been catching his thoughts, and now the psychic girl, the two of them look at him. He immediately scatters his thoughts.
Indianapolis.
Its the first thing he thinks of; August has a frown on his face. The girl seems to ignore the thought, or maybe her manners are just better, maybe, Raul thinks, maybe she isnt snooping around in his head.
Most of the prisoners are fleeing; there is only a man in a tattered business suit, the psychic and another short fellow who bounces up in the sky while he tries to get Augusts attention. August is having none of it, just talking to the psychic, talking up his grandeur and the fear that he inspired in humans.
Not that he doesnt inspire fear in humans; Raul admits that the claims are fair enough.
Whats your name? Raul asks a black man in a business suit.
My name is Simon Freeman, he replies, Im a professor at FSU.
What the hell are you doing out here?
Simon frowns, Family.
Where are they?
Simon frowns even deeper, the little clearing is dead quiet.
But, you know, thank you for saving my life he finally replies.
What did you do to them? Raul asks.
Its just who I am, let me show you.
August stretches, yawns. There are people around but he does not seem to notice as he curls peacefully to sleep, Im the reason they had all the red bull. This wasnt the first time theyd tried to kill me, they caught me before I could get back to town though.
Alice looks at August, back to Simon, What subject do you teach?
-
Three Days Ago:
Were going to kidnap the Governor, switch August in his place, and clean up this state while ruining his public image, Raul says, Were not killing anybody. We tried that in Indianapolis, and look at what it got us.
Simon, the little bouncing man who seems to idolize August but wont even talk to Raul, Alice or Ricky, and the girl, Lucy are marching through the forest, heading south, past the panhandle.
Only problem is, Lucy says, Is that the governor is dead.
What? Raul asks.
Were getting pretty close to a road, but everybody driving on it is freaked out about it. He got... attacked by a frog... during a speech at the Everglades and it killed him.
Raul pulls out the map and compass, What direction is the road? he asks her, Lucy points.
Ricky pulls a granola bar out of the satchel and starts chewing loudly.
Raul is panicked, Indianapolis. Its happening all over again.
Its all his fault.
Social justice is not disorder, Social justice is not murder, and if his mistakes are now contagious
Its all his fault.
August is in his head, Raul can tell.
Indianapolis.
August frowns.
Looks like we arent the only show in town, Raul says finally.
Weve got some business to settle and he is cut off by a sudden bolt of lightning.
******!
Alices eyes are glowing red and she is looking right at him, Raul calls out, Simon!
Another bolt.
And suddenly, the crackling starts to die down, slowly abate. The glowing eyes close, Alice curls up to sleep.
The black mist rises, and then charges directly back in.
Dont call me Simon, the professor says, Simon died with his family.
Call me the Sandman.
Probably a good idea, Raul concedes, Shes the one whose name is easiest to find of any of us. If they can only possess someone whose name they know it would explain why they keep going for Alice.
Alice stands back up, eyes still glowing, the crackling begins again.
Before she looks suddenly confused.
"Can you push it out?" Raul asks.
"No, I'm just overloading her thought process."
After a minute of struggling the blob ffoats out and charges off.
I can track it, Lucy says, watching the dark blob rush off, But not too far, its moving too fast.
As long as we can get a direction, Raul says.
Are we going to deal with that then? August asks.
I think we have a score to settle first, Raul says.
Much as he might try August can only gleam two thoughts off the top of his head.
Indianapolis.
Never again.
-
Now:
The Everglades, the little man was up in the canopy, bouncing like a lunatic. Raul still hadnt caught his name, only his attitude, which was one of August saved me, I owe him my life. Youre a punk, what do you want?
Something is in the head of all of the animals here, Lucy says.
Makes sense, Simo no the Sandman says, You said he died with a frog trying to jump down his lungs.
They had gotten a little too close to a national guard camp for Rauls comfort to find that out, to figure out where the manhunt was focused.
Thats the problem with not having mutant powers, you have to spend too much time planning. Guns require too much logistics.
Find the source, Raul says. She points.
Its stronger over there.
They keep marching through the swamp, though marching is a strange term to use. Ricky making huge bounds over the puddles with Alice, asleep again, but at least not possessed, on his shoulders. August, the Sandman and Lucy tiptoe around a path of solid ground that Raul transmutes in front of them, and then returns to its natural state behind them, and the little guy jumps through the canopy.
A house seems to rise out of the mist.
Ricky sets down Alice.
So they finally sent someone to get me, the strange, scaly man says. He pumps a shotgun.
A shot rings out, bangs against Rickys arms. Ricky charges at the little man, punching him hard through his front door.
Raul charges up, leaves the ground hard behind him.
A second shot fires out of the front door, the man is unharmed, smiling.
Toads, lizards, snakes, everything starts pouring out of the swamp.
Lucy is panicking to see a snake slither up to her, she has always hated snakes.
August is sucking the creatures dry one at a time, blowing them up, doing anything, but there are far too many rodents in the Everglades.
The scaly man pumps his shotgun again, long sharp teeth showing as he smiles.
The firing pin, thinks Raul.
Lucy tries to get into their heads, all the little heads, but they are completely enthralled, not accepting orders.
She frowns, but she knows that she can do something.
Confusion, spread confusion, overload the little brains directly, dont worry about the psychology.
All over the little animals start to circle and flee, some just stand and shudder.
The scaly man pulls his trigger.
Nothing happens.
The Sandman is suddenly right on his porch, still in his tattered business attire.
Good night, he says.
Raul charges up, pulling a long rope out of his satchel and starts to wrap it around the scaly mutant.
Theyre going to lock him up, Ricky says.
I dont like to see innocents punished either, Raul says, But even in a society run by mutants weve got to lock up the dangerous ones.
August holds his tongue, thinks about it, keeps quiet.
Whos dangerous? asks Ricky finally.
People who get in the way of the plan, Raul says, Like this poor chump.
Are you sure this rope will hold him? Alice asks. Now shes awake, thinks Raul.
Are you questioning my knots? he asks her back.
No, but he seemed really strong, hows that little cotton rope going to hold him?
Raul finishes tying his knot, focuses on the rope for a second.
You know, a compressed enough carbon fiber is, for all intents and purposes, as strong as a diamond.
Alice laughs, Good point.
-
The note says, A Gift from your friends at the Mutant Inspirational Liberation Front, and they had each signed it before Raul had turned it into a strong, embossed titanium that he had duct taped to the chest of the scaly man under his shirt, right against the scales.
Father Time, The Sandman, Single Bound, The Alchemist, Mountain, Bloodhound and Sylvia. The name Alice had chosen (Sylvia) had prompted Lucy (Bloodhound) to start making fun of her for choosing such a normal name, but Raul had interceded quickly and imposed a strict silence on the matter.
They set a brick on the tire of the stolen car. Al, the guy kept calling himself Al and shouting when he woke up, before the sandman put him back to sleep, was tied up in the back seat.
You sure hell survive this? The Sandman asks.
Who cares? asks Father Time.
As the car speeds towards the National Guard encampment Raul says, smirking, "Go in Peace."
Alice suddenly says, Will you survive ME!
Lighting bolt, aimed at Ricky again, but it has become almost routine and so he dodges it, Shes awfully slow, he says.
Lucy closes her eyes, focuses on confusing Alice, Youre lucky she is.
Ricky begrudgingly pulls her on his back, Wed better go, I dont want to have to kill them all with her on my back.
Raul nods, Wed better loot a grocery store soon, we need provisions.
As the blob shoots off he looks at Lucy.
West North West, she tells him.
Its a start, he says.
EDIT: I was showing a RL friend the Raul stories and he asked me about the combat resolution system, he said, "So you run into each other, have epic battles, and then maybe at worst case someone is hurt or locked up but they're still fine and will probably come after you?"
I looked at him, my head cocked, I asked, "Haven't you ever read a comic book? Isn't that how it always works?"
The mutants stand around, confused, saved.
Get their supplies, Raul says, pointing Ricky over to a big table full of cans of red bull?
The psychic girl stands next to August, her hero, Raul smirks, if she knew thing one about that psycho.
August has been catching his thoughts, and now the psychic girl, the two of them look at him. He immediately scatters his thoughts.
Indianapolis.
Its the first thing he thinks of; August has a frown on his face. The girl seems to ignore the thought, or maybe her manners are just better, maybe, Raul thinks, maybe she isnt snooping around in his head.
Most of the prisoners are fleeing; there is only a man in a tattered business suit, the psychic and another short fellow who bounces up in the sky while he tries to get Augusts attention. August is having none of it, just talking to the psychic, talking up his grandeur and the fear that he inspired in humans.
Not that he doesnt inspire fear in humans; Raul admits that the claims are fair enough.
Whats your name? Raul asks a black man in a business suit.
My name is Simon Freeman, he replies, Im a professor at FSU.
What the hell are you doing out here?
Simon frowns, Family.
Where are they?
Simon frowns even deeper, the little clearing is dead quiet.
But, you know, thank you for saving my life he finally replies.
What did you do to them? Raul asks.
Its just who I am, let me show you.
August stretches, yawns. There are people around but he does not seem to notice as he curls peacefully to sleep, Im the reason they had all the red bull. This wasnt the first time theyd tried to kill me, they caught me before I could get back to town though.
Alice looks at August, back to Simon, What subject do you teach?
-
Three Days Ago:
Were going to kidnap the Governor, switch August in his place, and clean up this state while ruining his public image, Raul says, Were not killing anybody. We tried that in Indianapolis, and look at what it got us.
Simon, the little bouncing man who seems to idolize August but wont even talk to Raul, Alice or Ricky, and the girl, Lucy are marching through the forest, heading south, past the panhandle.
Only problem is, Lucy says, Is that the governor is dead.
What? Raul asks.
Were getting pretty close to a road, but everybody driving on it is freaked out about it. He got... attacked by a frog... during a speech at the Everglades and it killed him.
Raul pulls out the map and compass, What direction is the road? he asks her, Lucy points.
Ricky pulls a granola bar out of the satchel and starts chewing loudly.
Raul is panicked, Indianapolis. Its happening all over again.
Its all his fault.
Social justice is not disorder, Social justice is not murder, and if his mistakes are now contagious
Its all his fault.
August is in his head, Raul can tell.
Indianapolis.
August frowns.
Looks like we arent the only show in town, Raul says finally.
Weve got some business to settle and he is cut off by a sudden bolt of lightning.
******!
Alices eyes are glowing red and she is looking right at him, Raul calls out, Simon!
Another bolt.
And suddenly, the crackling starts to die down, slowly abate. The glowing eyes close, Alice curls up to sleep.
The black mist rises, and then charges directly back in.
Dont call me Simon, the professor says, Simon died with his family.
Call me the Sandman.
Probably a good idea, Raul concedes, Shes the one whose name is easiest to find of any of us. If they can only possess someone whose name they know it would explain why they keep going for Alice.
Alice stands back up, eyes still glowing, the crackling begins again.
Before she looks suddenly confused.
"Can you push it out?" Raul asks.
"No, I'm just overloading her thought process."
After a minute of struggling the blob ffoats out and charges off.
I can track it, Lucy says, watching the dark blob rush off, But not too far, its moving too fast.
As long as we can get a direction, Raul says.
Are we going to deal with that then? August asks.
I think we have a score to settle first, Raul says.
Much as he might try August can only gleam two thoughts off the top of his head.
Indianapolis.
Never again.
-
Now:
The Everglades, the little man was up in the canopy, bouncing like a lunatic. Raul still hadnt caught his name, only his attitude, which was one of August saved me, I owe him my life. Youre a punk, what do you want?
Something is in the head of all of the animals here, Lucy says.
Makes sense, Simo no the Sandman says, You said he died with a frog trying to jump down his lungs.
They had gotten a little too close to a national guard camp for Rauls comfort to find that out, to figure out where the manhunt was focused.
Thats the problem with not having mutant powers, you have to spend too much time planning. Guns require too much logistics.
Find the source, Raul says. She points.
Its stronger over there.
They keep marching through the swamp, though marching is a strange term to use. Ricky making huge bounds over the puddles with Alice, asleep again, but at least not possessed, on his shoulders. August, the Sandman and Lucy tiptoe around a path of solid ground that Raul transmutes in front of them, and then returns to its natural state behind them, and the little guy jumps through the canopy.
A house seems to rise out of the mist.
Ricky sets down Alice.
So they finally sent someone to get me, the strange, scaly man says. He pumps a shotgun.
A shot rings out, bangs against Rickys arms. Ricky charges at the little man, punching him hard through his front door.
Raul charges up, leaves the ground hard behind him.
A second shot fires out of the front door, the man is unharmed, smiling.
Toads, lizards, snakes, everything starts pouring out of the swamp.
Lucy is panicking to see a snake slither up to her, she has always hated snakes.
August is sucking the creatures dry one at a time, blowing them up, doing anything, but there are far too many rodents in the Everglades.
The scaly man pumps his shotgun again, long sharp teeth showing as he smiles.
The firing pin, thinks Raul.
Lucy tries to get into their heads, all the little heads, but they are completely enthralled, not accepting orders.
She frowns, but she knows that she can do something.
Confusion, spread confusion, overload the little brains directly, dont worry about the psychology.
All over the little animals start to circle and flee, some just stand and shudder.
The scaly man pulls his trigger.
Nothing happens.
The Sandman is suddenly right on his porch, still in his tattered business attire.
Good night, he says.
Raul charges up, pulling a long rope out of his satchel and starts to wrap it around the scaly mutant.
Theyre going to lock him up, Ricky says.
I dont like to see innocents punished either, Raul says, But even in a society run by mutants weve got to lock up the dangerous ones.
August holds his tongue, thinks about it, keeps quiet.
Whos dangerous? asks Ricky finally.
People who get in the way of the plan, Raul says, Like this poor chump.
Are you sure this rope will hold him? Alice asks. Now shes awake, thinks Raul.
Are you questioning my knots? he asks her back.
No, but he seemed really strong, hows that little cotton rope going to hold him?
Raul finishes tying his knot, focuses on the rope for a second.
You know, a compressed enough carbon fiber is, for all intents and purposes, as strong as a diamond.
Alice laughs, Good point.
-
The note says, A Gift from your friends at the Mutant Inspirational Liberation Front, and they had each signed it before Raul had turned it into a strong, embossed titanium that he had duct taped to the chest of the scaly man under his shirt, right against the scales.
Father Time, The Sandman, Single Bound, The Alchemist, Mountain, Bloodhound and Sylvia. The name Alice had chosen (Sylvia) had prompted Lucy (Bloodhound) to start making fun of her for choosing such a normal name, but Raul had interceded quickly and imposed a strict silence on the matter.
They set a brick on the tire of the stolen car. Al, the guy kept calling himself Al and shouting when he woke up, before the sandman put him back to sleep, was tied up in the back seat.
You sure hell survive this? The Sandman asks.
Who cares? asks Father Time.
As the car speeds towards the National Guard encampment Raul says, smirking, "Go in Peace."
Alice suddenly says, Will you survive ME!
Lighting bolt, aimed at Ricky again, but it has become almost routine and so he dodges it, Shes awfully slow, he says.
Lucy closes her eyes, focuses on confusing Alice, Youre lucky she is.
Ricky begrudgingly pulls her on his back, Wed better go, I dont want to have to kill them all with her on my back.
Raul nods, Wed better loot a grocery store soon, we need provisions.
As the blob shoots off he looks at Lucy.
West North West, she tells him.
Its a start, he says.
EDIT: I was showing a RL friend the Raul stories and he asked me about the combat resolution system, he said, "So you run into each other, have epic battles, and then maybe at worst case someone is hurt or locked up but they're still fine and will probably come after you?"
I looked at him, my head cocked, I asked, "Haven't you ever read a comic book? Isn't that how it always works?"
I feel I should elaborate on Agatha's powers. She's well one of the older mutants in the possession of the US government. She's been in their hands for decades. Her power is that when she sleeps or is unconscious her spirit or whatever it is, the shadow thing can leave her body and posses other people who are also sleeping for random periods of time. She can possess just about anyone except psychics, though people with strong strength of mind can resist her to an extent and she's compelled to leave the body once it's daylight. The DMA/government keeps her unconscious at all times and alive on life support machines so they can use her as their personal hit-man.
The shadow itself cannot be harmed. The way to stop her is to destroy her physical body, which she would personally welcome. Of course getting to her is well rather difficult.
The shadow itself cannot be harmed. The way to stop her is to destroy her physical body, which she would personally welcome. Of course getting to her is well rather difficult.
SKILORD
Insurgent
So is putting the victim of these posessions to sleep not an effective way to deal with it? (I felt it would let me sidestep it by disabling that person)
And should I be spreading around the victims more?
And should I be spreading around the victims more?
SKILORD
Insurgent
After some googling and wikipediaing I have determined that Jason from the Friday the 13th Series didn't have any superpowers.
So it's the opposite of effective?
So it's the opposite of effective?
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Sleep during the day, stay awake during the night . Then she would be harmless.
. Then she would be harmless.SKILORD
Insurgent
Seon, you're a good cop.
Doughnut?
Doughnut?
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Jelly doughnut, or plain?
SKILORD
Insurgent
Would Lucy's confusion be a more effective counter?
look, I need some way to manage it, it's charming and dangerous and I don't mind Agatha. I tried to avoid going for a direct counter where I would try to target the obviously invincible cloud or psychic counters, I went for something to neutralize a character, if you want me to manage it in another way then it is fine, but work with me on this, I can't have a character going wild every day and no way to restrain them peacefully.
look, I need some way to manage it, it's charming and dangerous and I don't mind Agatha. I tried to avoid going for a direct counter where I would try to target the obviously invincible cloud or psychic counters, I went for something to neutralize a character, if you want me to manage it in another way then it is fine, but work with me on this, I can't have a character going wild every day and no way to restrain them peacefully.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
UV flashlight.
SKILORD
Insurgent
My story should now be more consistent with that, although I refrained from putting Alice back into the fight, she is now just exhausted from repeated posessions more than asleep as a counter to them.
EDIT: Good thing I got all that red bull!
EDIT: Good thing I got all that red bull!
Freemanuncg
Warlord
Just before dawn he parked his car in a parking deck, on the lower floors deep in the earth and leaned to seat back for comfort, to sleep through the day.
He dreamed an old dream.
Gods, thats what we were. People worshiped us because of our strength our ability to protect them and their way of life, the world so much less connected then. The people in the neighboring village or state were total strangers, enemies, who sought to destroy or enslave.
The first time I came to Egypt I saw there the potential to rival or surpass the civilizations I had helped build before, but there would be Order here, I would see to that.
Pharos! Pharos! Pharos! Pharos! King they called me. God they called me. They needed me to help them to make their people great, to change them from shepherds and nomads scrounging a living out of the desert sands to a people whose culture and religion would echo through history for thousands of years.
They called me Set, darkness, night; and I did not disillusion them, a godlike persona would make me all the more influential in their minds. The vision grew as with the people, as they became more enthralled they fed me more and more blood, and their greatness increased with each passing generation.
There were no slave armies to build the pyramids; the skilled artisans who crafted the worlds longest lasting monument to human might did so with a song in their hearts. They rose each morning with the knowledge that the work that they were doing would make them immortal, that their legacy would live on till the end of the world.
I had come into Egypt from the east, I had spent many years in the valley of the Tigris and Euphrates trying to bring order to what is known in history as ancient Samaria. I had left them with a capable ruler and a code of laws to govern their future, but the people were done with visible gods who could tell them what to do so I quietly moved on.
The people I encountered when I first arrived in the area near the Nile delta were just experiencing the agricultural revolution. I showed them how to make more suitable permanent shelters and went about the difficult task of teaching them to count the days and seasons based on the movement of the heavens. They needed to be able to predict when the Nile would overflow its banks each year, it was crucial to their survival but they threw themselves into the search for knowledge and power with abandon.
Within a few years they had built a living city with the purpose of collective protection and the jumps in science and technology that would come from the increased local population. A city from which I controlled the whole population of northern Africa they thirsted as I did, we were kindred.
Nephtys come with me. I said
You know my name? she stammers eyes filling with wonder, before her stands the Pharos, god king.
I know so much more than your name sweet one I smile gently to reassure her I know what you are.
She begins to shake in fear Im sorry lord I dont mean to be the way I am she seems to gather her courage and asks will you help me?
Yes I will train you teach you to use your skills for the people of Egypt she looks at me full of wonder again.
You yourself, Pharos is going to teach me? she asks wary
You will rule beside me as a god darling for thats what we are, gods among men, and as gods it is our duty to bring peace and comfort to those that must toil and scrape in the earth to live. I give her one more kindly smile Now child let us see what you can do.
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He woke suddenly, the sun was sinking into the horizon in the world above, following the signs to the exit of the concrete monstrosity where he had parked and slept the day away. Had he dreamed of her? After all these years? Suddenly he knew what he had to do, somewhere in this city of millions there have to be mutants he would find one right away they needed to know he was here that he would protect them like he protected ancient Egypt. A sharp hunger pain distracted him, yes mutants but first
Im hungry
He dreamed an old dream.
Gods, thats what we were. People worshiped us because of our strength our ability to protect them and their way of life, the world so much less connected then. The people in the neighboring village or state were total strangers, enemies, who sought to destroy or enslave.
The first time I came to Egypt I saw there the potential to rival or surpass the civilizations I had helped build before, but there would be Order here, I would see to that.
Pharos! Pharos! Pharos! Pharos! King they called me. God they called me. They needed me to help them to make their people great, to change them from shepherds and nomads scrounging a living out of the desert sands to a people whose culture and religion would echo through history for thousands of years.
They called me Set, darkness, night; and I did not disillusion them, a godlike persona would make me all the more influential in their minds. The vision grew as with the people, as they became more enthralled they fed me more and more blood, and their greatness increased with each passing generation.
There were no slave armies to build the pyramids; the skilled artisans who crafted the worlds longest lasting monument to human might did so with a song in their hearts. They rose each morning with the knowledge that the work that they were doing would make them immortal, that their legacy would live on till the end of the world.
I had come into Egypt from the east, I had spent many years in the valley of the Tigris and Euphrates trying to bring order to what is known in history as ancient Samaria. I had left them with a capable ruler and a code of laws to govern their future, but the people were done with visible gods who could tell them what to do so I quietly moved on.
The people I encountered when I first arrived in the area near the Nile delta were just experiencing the agricultural revolution. I showed them how to make more suitable permanent shelters and went about the difficult task of teaching them to count the days and seasons based on the movement of the heavens. They needed to be able to predict when the Nile would overflow its banks each year, it was crucial to their survival but they threw themselves into the search for knowledge and power with abandon.
Within a few years they had built a living city with the purpose of collective protection and the jumps in science and technology that would come from the increased local population. A city from which I controlled the whole population of northern Africa they thirsted as I did, we were kindred.
Nephtys come with me. I said
You know my name? she stammers eyes filling with wonder, before her stands the Pharos, god king.
I know so much more than your name sweet one I smile gently to reassure her I know what you are.
She begins to shake in fear Im sorry lord I dont mean to be the way I am she seems to gather her courage and asks will you help me?
Yes I will train you teach you to use your skills for the people of Egypt she looks at me full of wonder again.
You yourself, Pharos is going to teach me? she asks wary
You will rule beside me as a god darling for thats what we are, gods among men, and as gods it is our duty to bring peace and comfort to those that must toil and scrape in the earth to live. I give her one more kindly smile Now child let us see what you can do.
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He woke suddenly, the sun was sinking into the horizon in the world above, following the signs to the exit of the concrete monstrosity where he had parked and slept the day away. Had he dreamed of her? After all these years? Suddenly he knew what he had to do, somewhere in this city of millions there have to be mutants he would find one right away they needed to know he was here that he would protect them like he protected ancient Egypt. A sharp hunger pain distracted him, yes mutants but first
Im hungry
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
Shards of what was once the window fell to the floor near Bronislav's feet, as he used a dish rag to bandage his wound. Fedya was still on is feet. He fired two shots back but hit nothing. Soon, however, many more gunshots rang out in quick succession from sources on the street, and soon the guns of the five or so Tongs fell silent.
To fight the Russian Mob in Brighton Beach is one of the stupidest moves one could make. It would be comparable to picking a fight on a Hells Angel on a California Highway, that meaning it would never end well for you. The only difference being the Russian Mob has a much better arsenal. The sound of gunshots on the street elicited the response of the many, MANY armed Russians, who promptly shot the only Asians in the neighborhood. Fedya pulled out his cell phone and quickly got on the line with an unknown contact, speaking frantically in Russian. Bronislav stood up and headed to the hall cabinet where he could find what he needed to properly dress his "battle wound". It was nothing serious, not even remotely. The bullet must have just grazed him. His arm bleed a little bit, and the wound stung, but this was the worst of his injuries. A loud bang made both Bronislav and Fedya turn towards the now open door, where two men with AKS-74s stood. The shouldered their guns and tended to the occupants of the apartment, one helping Bronislav with some gauze and the other speaking to Fedya. They had must have just come off the street where the firefight just ended.
Karak, just talked to Maksim. We are going to wipe out these puny Tongs. We'll be in a safehouse for a short while, and during this time those bastard slant-eyes. Never trusted them, never will.
The Sunset Park Tongs, those which the Russian mafia attacked, are one of the last violent Tong groups in New York City and are isolated and relatively small, like all criminal Tongs. They would be almost too easy to eliminate, and no one would miss those scum, not even the Chinese community. The Triads however, would be more difficult. They were smaller and less powerful than the Russians, but they had some connections. The Triads in New York were weak and new, with almost all their power being in on the West Coast. In New York, the Russian Mafia were very powerful, and were strong in much of the East Coast, and had some of the best connections a organized crime group could have. Taking on all the Triads in the country would be complicated and tedious...but ousting them from New York is much more manageable and ideal.
To fight the Russian Mob in Brighton Beach is one of the stupidest moves one could make. It would be comparable to picking a fight on a Hells Angel on a California Highway, that meaning it would never end well for you. The only difference being the Russian Mob has a much better arsenal. The sound of gunshots on the street elicited the response of the many, MANY armed Russians, who promptly shot the only Asians in the neighborhood. Fedya pulled out his cell phone and quickly got on the line with an unknown contact, speaking frantically in Russian. Bronislav stood up and headed to the hall cabinet where he could find what he needed to properly dress his "battle wound". It was nothing serious, not even remotely. The bullet must have just grazed him. His arm bleed a little bit, and the wound stung, but this was the worst of his injuries. A loud bang made both Bronislav and Fedya turn towards the now open door, where two men with AKS-74s stood. The shouldered their guns and tended to the occupants of the apartment, one helping Bronislav with some gauze and the other speaking to Fedya. They had must have just come off the street where the firefight just ended.
Karak, just talked to Maksim. We are going to wipe out these puny Tongs. We'll be in a safehouse for a short while, and during this time those bastard slant-eyes. Never trusted them, never will.
The Sunset Park Tongs, those which the Russian mafia attacked, are one of the last violent Tong groups in New York City and are isolated and relatively small, like all criminal Tongs. They would be almost too easy to eliminate, and no one would miss those scum, not even the Chinese community. The Triads however, would be more difficult. They were smaller and less powerful than the Russians, but they had some connections. The Triads in New York were weak and new, with almost all their power being in on the West Coast. In New York, the Russian Mafia were very powerful, and were strong in much of the East Coast, and had some of the best connections a organized crime group could have. Taking on all the Triads in the country would be complicated and tedious...but ousting them from New York is much more manageable and ideal.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
The Lieutenant Governor was scrambling, just like everyone else in the state. She had been woken up by an aide and was sworn in quickly so she could perform the duties of the chief executive of the State of Florida. Amid the chaos that the Kappa team was calling an assassination attempt, she had lost track of her itinerary and now the feds were knocking on one door and the ever-present Magnus, who she'd never noticed before, was knocking on the other. She read over memos from only twenty-four hours earlier, detailing Magnus's authority in dealing with the feds, but decided to wing both of the meetings.
Magnus came in first, and had a seat. She told him that nothing would change, and that he was still in charge of liaison with federal mutant authorities. He took off his sunglasses.
"Well, Ms. Governor, I've already spoken to the feds, and they aren't willing to do the dirty work to keep our populace safe."
"What exactly is this dirty work?"
"The rounding-up-of and examination of all the mutants we can get our hands on, followed by appropriate action."
"Appropriate action? Are the rumors about your 'Kappa Team' I've heard true? Are you exterminating mutant citizens?"
"I have many capacities in this sector of the government, Ms. Governor. I am only here to ensure the safety of our normal citizens."
The obvious non-answer disturbed the Governor, but she didn't press the issue. She didn't want to know the truth. In her mind, whatever was working for her predecessor was going to be good enough for her, because she was already looking forward to reelection.
"Alright, Magnus. Just do whatever it is that you do, and I'll see what I can do about the feds. There's probably little I can do, but we'll see."
"You could declare a state of emergency and activate the National Guard. They would be under your command after that, and we could make the feds leave..."
"That suggestion is frightening. I'll do all that I can reasonably do within the confines of the law, Magnus. That is all. You are dismissed."
Magnus remained in his chair.
"I said that you are dismissed."
Still no movement, but at least a reply:
"Ms. Governor, I think it would be best if I were here to help you with your meeting with the feds."
Again, the Governor was disturbed, because no one outside of the Governor and this federal official were supposed to know about the meeting.
"I don't think that would be wise, Magnus. The Feds wanted to speak with me, as you probably know. They did not request an audience with you."
"You told me earlier that I was to be a liaison with the federal officials. How am I supposed to do my job if you are stifling me? I'll remain here and observe the meeting. These feds can be pushy sometimes."
"You'll leave. And that's not a request."
Magnus rose from his chair and left through the same door that the fed was coming in. He bumped into the official.
"Pardon me, sir."
"No problem, Magnus."
The listening device he had planted on the official, named Jerry Barberr, age 53, diabetic, from Cleveland, Ohio, potential mutant sympathizer, had a battery life of four hours. Hopefully the meeting wouldn't last that long.
Magnus boarded another confiscated jet and headed to Orlando. Some abomination was running around in the swamp down there, and he wanted to know if it had anything to do with the Governor's death.
Magnus came in first, and had a seat. She told him that nothing would change, and that he was still in charge of liaison with federal mutant authorities. He took off his sunglasses.
"Well, Ms. Governor, I've already spoken to the feds, and they aren't willing to do the dirty work to keep our populace safe."
"What exactly is this dirty work?"
"The rounding-up-of and examination of all the mutants we can get our hands on, followed by appropriate action."
"Appropriate action? Are the rumors about your 'Kappa Team' I've heard true? Are you exterminating mutant citizens?"
"I have many capacities in this sector of the government, Ms. Governor. I am only here to ensure the safety of our normal citizens."
The obvious non-answer disturbed the Governor, but she didn't press the issue. She didn't want to know the truth. In her mind, whatever was working for her predecessor was going to be good enough for her, because she was already looking forward to reelection.
"Alright, Magnus. Just do whatever it is that you do, and I'll see what I can do about the feds. There's probably little I can do, but we'll see."
"You could declare a state of emergency and activate the National Guard. They would be under your command after that, and we could make the feds leave..."
"That suggestion is frightening. I'll do all that I can reasonably do within the confines of the law, Magnus. That is all. You are dismissed."
Magnus remained in his chair.
"I said that you are dismissed."
Still no movement, but at least a reply:
"Ms. Governor, I think it would be best if I were here to help you with your meeting with the feds."
Again, the Governor was disturbed, because no one outside of the Governor and this federal official were supposed to know about the meeting.
"I don't think that would be wise, Magnus. The Feds wanted to speak with me, as you probably know. They did not request an audience with you."
"You told me earlier that I was to be a liaison with the federal officials. How am I supposed to do my job if you are stifling me? I'll remain here and observe the meeting. These feds can be pushy sometimes."
"You'll leave. And that's not a request."
Magnus rose from his chair and left through the same door that the fed was coming in. He bumped into the official.
"Pardon me, sir."
"No problem, Magnus."
The listening device he had planted on the official, named Jerry Barberr, age 53, diabetic, from Cleveland, Ohio, potential mutant sympathizer, had a battery life of four hours. Hopefully the meeting wouldn't last that long.
Magnus boarded another confiscated jet and headed to Orlando. Some abomination was running around in the swamp down there, and he wanted to know if it had anything to do with the Governor's death.
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