Mutant NES: The Rising

“Girl, you're living proof of Aryan superiority.”

He rubbed his chin as he looked her over, thinking of the various things he could do to her petite form. She didn't seem to appreciate it, so he answered her questions.

“I was here to get Nichtvorhandensein, but now I'm definitely here to pick you up. Well, you wouldn't happen to know which way his cell is would you?”

She pointed, rolling her eyes, in the direction behind him, which until now had been a solid concrete wall.

“Right.” He turned around, looking over his shoulder at her and discarding what was left of his shirt and flexing his muscles “Hop on. Just like during Barbarossa.” he winked. She smiled, perhaps remembering old times or just to give him the illusion that she cared as she jumped on his back, locking her legs around his waste and arms around his neck. “Always liked your skirts, Blondie.” She slapped him on the shoulder.

“Giddy up, pony boy.” she said in her best To Catch a Predator voice, it was wrong but so right.

He placed his arms in front of himself and covered her face as he ran headlong into the wall, bursting through it with ease and finding himself in a cell. It was occupied by a middle aged, balding man, but his abilities never had the chance to manifest. Blondie made him sit back on his bed and chant Heil Hitler repeatedly. Hammer was pleased with finding his old acquaintance still capable of putting the noggin to good use. He slammed through that cells door and into another cell block hall. Blondie pointed to the right and at the end of the hall there stood a solid, unmarked, door. This was it. Blondie jumped off as Hammer approached it, rearing back his fist punching into the door in quick succession. Ripping it like a knife in butter the contents within poured out, bright light like he had never seen, they were weakening the ubermensch inside.

Suddenly, through the hole he had torn, a silky black substance slivered out like smoke on water.
 
Light. Burning light. He felt as though he was standing in the middle of the sun. It was dry, and his feet felt as if on fire, and yet he could not will his legs to move. He tried to remember who he was, where he was, and how he got there but he couldn't separate his thoughts from the crushing heat of the star he was now standing on. He screamed for help, but was met with naught but silence. It was agonizing. Suddenly, he thought he could see the slightest slit, could it be, a hole in the sun? Suddenly he felt a breeze, smelled the darkness, freedom! Summoning what little strength, he burst forward, the dark got larger and larger, until finally he emerged, free at last of his solar cell.

Dark. Thoughts returning, he thought to himself. Wait a second, who is he? Who am I? A man? No, not quite. A demon? Doubtful, but possible. Shadow, that is who I am, I am shadow, but why? Name, name, name coming...Harold? Henri? Something H...Her...Hermann! He remembered! His name was Hermann, it was all coming back now. He was Hermann, Hermann...Schaden, but why was he a shadow? He remembered being a boy, a man...a...nazi. Yes, that's it, nazis, and some kind of a...a war. Transformed, that's it, transformed.

Blondi and Klauss stood before the gaping hole in the wall, staring at what appeared to be a dark puddle on the floor, lying there, motionless. "That's it?" grumbled Klauss, "...this some joke? I knew I shouldn't have trusted that library. 2500 miles for a bit of shadow...great. Well at least we'll always have Berlin, eh baby?" Klauss said, now turning to Blondi.

"Heh," don't be too sure chump."

"What? About Berlin?"

"That too, but I was referring to the 'puddle' lying before you. Back in the war that was one of the most highly prized übers to ever come out of the program. I wouldn't sell it so short, it's been in this prison for the last 65 years, let's wait and see what happens."

The two stood there for another 5 minutes, waiting for something to happen. Occasionally a guard or two would pop in to see what was happening, just more voices to add to the chamber choir she was starting. Now if she could just find a couple baritones and a soprano or two she'd be set...

Eventually Klauss got impatient again, and started shouting at the puddle. "Puddle! Wake up! Do something! Nichtvorhandensein!"

Nichtvorhandensein! Long time since heard that. But what does it mean...Me! I was Nichtvorhandensein! Nazis...made me, named me, I am Nichtvorhandensein. Wait, what is that? Who's there?

Hermann looked up and noticed the two large figures looming above him. Without thinking he rose up, taking the figure of a man, and took a good look at the two: One a decrepit, albeit oddly imposing figure of a shirtless man glaring at Hermann. Hermann glanced over and looked at the woman, a young, beautiful woman too caught up in conducting her lovely little choir to notice that Hermann "the puddle" had done something.

Who are these? Nazis? Must be...too badass to be Frr...French...teeth too good to be Brrrits...carriage too good to be American.

"Nazi and proud of it, Heil Hitler," the old man exclaimed.

"That's right! Powers of shadow allow me to communicate with others telepathically. Must remember to take care with that," he said, making sure to keep it to himself. "Who are you?"

"Klauss, and that over there's Blondi. You I don't know, just the name Nichtvorhandensein, and a few rumors from the old country."

Hermann, who hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing, had allowed his shadow to spread out and it was inching closer and closer towards the guards. 5 feet away, 4, 2, half a foot...then it made contact with the nearest guard, a wonderful Alto who Blondi had been working on for the last minute or so. The man collapsed to the floor, dead. "Hey! watch it!" snapped Blondi, turning around so Hermann could finally see her face. A face he recognized, a memory from a long distant dream...and suddenly it all came flooding back.

The Nazis, the experiments, The MIB, Andrews, imprisonment, Maria, Tanney...MARIA! The realization hit Hermann like a ton of bricks, if he could be hit by a ton of bricks, as he remembered that star-crossed March day. His arrival in town, seeing Maria, her rejection, his consolation, and then her...her...DEATH! Oh god he'd killed her, and he killed the whole town! The whole damn town! God what had he done?

Hermann began to dematerialize as he was forced to relive every agonizing moment of those months following his escape. These memories were soon replaced by memories of the MIB, his training, noble Director Tanney...who betrayed him. That bastard! I trusted him! He was replaced by Director Andrews, he was even worse! Everything after Andrews is a haze, but it didn't matter. Having to relive all the trauma in the course of a few minutes had rocked Hermann to the very core. Nothing mattered, he realized. Life, death, it's all immaterial, his fleeting existence proved this. There is no "right", nor is there "wrong". Hermann there decided not to have compassion for anyone or anything ever again. If he was to do anything it would be through his own self-interest. So now the question turned to what to do with these two?

Hermann addressed Klauss, "Well...Klauss, what are you doing here? Why have you freed me?"

"Ja," responded Klauss, "I came for you for good reason. It's er....well I can't tell you now, but it's big deal, very important, very important. Bigger even than the day Auschwitz opened!"

Hermann didn't really get the reference, but shrugged it off all the same. "And what would this big deal be?"

"You listen to Wagner Nichtvorhandensein?" Hermann vaguely remembered something about some women on horses but not much else, but kept quiet all the same. "Well the degenerate giants have imprisoned Freia atop the mountain and we are obliged to free her, more than that I cannot say."

Hermann pondered over this for some time, eventually he addressed Klauss, "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I must admit I am intrigued by whatever the hell this charade of yours is, and having nothing better to do, I suppose I can accompany you for a time. Where do we go from here, I suspect you have an escape plan in mind?"
 
umm Klauss, so in your story you started by breaking into a prison camp in nevada and some how ended up in a similar camp in New mexico which is where area 51 is amirite? so WTH?

Area 51 is in Nevada and any miswording is simple errors on our parts.
 
Right crap people I go away to do battle with the bureaucracy (RED TAPE HOLDS THE COUNTRY TOGETHER!) and many feet of snow and I come back to all this. I would greatly appreciate succinct and relevant summaries as it would help tremendously to update as I'm not in the mood to do large amounts of reading on the weekend after putting up with hundreds of pages of some of the most dry nonsense imaginable. Arbeit macht frei.
 
Cody: Broke down a small anti-mutant gang in Florida because he felt like it. Gained an ally named Orwell, a Technopath. Dlanor goes nuts in Indianapolis after terrorists burn down the hospital she was staying on, telekinteically launching terrorists off of 8th floor. She also rescues some people from the hospital as well. Cody, meanwhile, manages to corner Alice and smacks her around a bit until she shoots him with his own damn dartgun. It just seems to make Cody mad and she runs away until she gets cornered on top of a guard tower. There's a small struggle and she nearly falls off of the said tower until Cody rescues her for whatever reason. Cody then faints because the people who made the knock-out drugs in his dart gun were not ****ing around. Currently, Orwell is dragging Cody back into the car so that they can escape.
 
Oh man, so much stuff happened on our end.

Let's see, Masada made a character named Blondi, who, like me, is currently being held at SHADOW, which is the SuperHuman Abilities Detention and Observation Wing of Edwards Air Force Base at Area 51. She can basically control minds, though it's more complicated than that, you might want to ask him.

Anyway, Lucky left Shadow behind in New York, and trekked over to Nevada on his own, and is promptly in the process of springing Blondi and I from our detainment cells in SHADOW. He intimated vaguely what his plans are, but not exactly what we're doing.

Other than that I established a lot of backstory regarding covert government-mutant operations.

Btw, this is a very glossed version. I encourage you to read our stories, as they're rather good.
 
I'm sorry, but count me out of game. I can't compete with you people and your stories.
 
Right crap people I go away to do battle with the bureaucracy (RED TAPE HOLDS THE COUNTRY TOGETHER!) and many feet of snow and I come back to all this. I would greatly appreciate succinct and relevant summaries as it would help tremendously to update as I'm not in the mood to do large amounts of reading on the weekend after putting up with hundreds of pages of some of the most dry nonsense imaginable. Arbeit macht frei.
I made a character, Julia, who's basically a teleporting assassin specializing in close-in kills. She was recently hired by some Christian Identity thugs - who are currently unaware of her mutant-ness, they just know she's a good killer - to kill a particularly troublesome and somewhat mysterious female mutant crime boss in the New Orleans area.
 
I went to bust out Cyclops...the penis laser mutant he caught for the CI earlier.
 
Apologies for the sudden disappearance; confirming that I have left.
 
She threw the bags into the trunk of her car and slammed the door, the car started as she opened the driver side door. Aubrey’s mutant powers developed in college but it was so unobtrusive that no one ever noticed; within two years of her graduation her salary was substantial from a software developing company due in no small part to her ability to bend computers to her will.

Her car was a shiny new construction full of her favorite things, computers. Set fastened the safety belt around his waist and leaned back in the comfortable chair. The car made him feel nostalgic, he said “did you know that BMW made airplane engines for the Nazi’s during World War II and developed the first jet engine?” Engineering marvels; what promise they had held, if only the Nazi’s hadn’t descended into madness, he thought…

“We need to go it’ll be harder to get out of DC the later it gets.” Aubrey said, Set nodded and she pulled out onto the road. Here in this city of the future stood the monument he smiled as he watched it over the rooftops, they didn’t worship it here, but the symbol stood a memory of Ra the obelisk.

At the police checkpoint Aubrey showed all her proper information and no one saw Set in the passenger’s seat of the nice new car. She maneuvered the car onto the interstate and they began to drive the long road west.
 
Summary: Set travelled from NYC to South Carolina where he massacred a CI group, extracting the names of their superiors by force before blowing up the building destroying all evidence.

Set then traveld to a CI armory in the appalacian mountians; where he feasts so heavily that he loses control of the bloodlust, his rampage was stopped by the rising sun. From the CI 'General' at the mountian armory he learns that the CI are turning over captured mutants to the Bearu of Mutant Affairs for containment.

Set travels to Washington DC where he recruits an acomplice, Aubrey Bashur, a mutant with the power to transfer her conciousness into technology and make it do her will. They infiltrate the headquarters of the Bearu of Mutant affairs (in Quantico military base 30 is miles form DC), without detection due to a combination of their powers, and steal information on the mutant holding facilities across the country including detalied information about the mutants, their powers and that many are being held without being charged with a crime and are innocent.

As Set sleeps dreaming of his past. Aubrey, using her astounding power creates a self sustaining virus that hacked into every television broadcaters systems and hardwired the system to prevent the virus or the systems from being shut down to stop her message. Every televsion channel displays the data they stole about wrongful treatment of mutants and it revealed the location of almost every mutant internment facility to everyone.

They left Washington DC heading west and are somewhere on the highway driving, on an as of yet unstated mission.
 
summary: Barnabas fights the army on the streets, then decides to be an idiot and storm the base, whereupon he gets captured. The little mutant kid then goes in and saves him barely and they escape westwards and are now in Illinois
 
Well nevermind. I've just put quite a bit of time into reading all this, so why not rejoin.



Maria was suddenly awoken by the sound of gunshots. Over the last couple of days it had become a recurrent background noise, but the start of each new volley still frightened her. This one sounded closer. A quick probe of her powers revealed that there seemed to be no gangsters within a 3-block radius. There were however plenty of frightened people.

The last few days had been chaotic, to say the least. A full-out gang war had erupted in the City. She did not know who was fighting who, and didn't care as long as they stayed far from her home. Mutants had been terrorizing the countries. In response, anti-mutant groups had started conducting mass lynchings. It was all falling apart. Why? Why were these goddamn a**holes ruining the world? She had her whole life ahead of her! She was going to have a perfectly normal, content life! Then they had to come and ruin everything. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair!!!

Maria composed herself. She had been planning to leave the City in the morning, but it no longer felt safe. Control of her nightclub and her other assets had already been given to a trusted friend who had chosen to stay behind in the city. There was enough cash packed in her luggage to last her a few months, not to mention her credit cards. All that was left now was to pack up her toothbrush, get in the car, and drive off.

As Maria came to the checkpoint she was overwhelmed by the amount of fear in the bodies around her. She wanted to calm them all, but there were just too many of them, and too much fear. Suddenly, a security guard tapped on her window. She rolled it down apprehensively.

"Hey, you're Maria, aren't you! Wow, I never thought I'd see you in person. What are you doing here?? Oh hey, could I have an autograph? Could you make a couple out to my buddies as well?"

"I - I'm scared. I just want out of here. Please. I just want to be somewhere safe."

"Oh, I'm very sorry Miss. Don't worry: we'll get you out of here alright. Here, I'm going to let you into the VIP lane so you can just go right through. It's ok Miss; don't worry."

Thanking him profusely, Maria drove into the reserved lane and straight through the checkpoint. Before she could get very far however, she felt a wave of panic and pain behind her, closely followed by the sound of an explosion and the accompanying screams. Through the rearview mirror Maria saw the checkpoint engulfed in flame. Dozens of people were dead. Dozens more dying. Maria sped away from the anguish, choking back her sobs. "It's not fair. It's just not fair."
 
Michael just decided to hunker down in St. Louis after saving Rachel, a mutant with healing powers, from some muggers. Presumably he's going to start slowly but surely assembling an actual cult. But yeah, I'm basically okay with him being in a partial stasis for now until I figure out exactly what to do with him; not like there aren't lots of other things going on at the same time.
 
As she approached the Pennsylvania-Ohio state border, Maria composed herself. She wiped herself of the despair that had gripped her and put herself in a calm, focused state. Where was she going? She was heading straight west right now; was that even a good way to go? Then she remembered who lived just a couple of states to the west: Paul.

Many years ago in high school, Maria had formed a close friendship with Paul, an outgoing guy who would never fail to put a smile on your face. This was the kind of rare cross-gender friendship that was close enough for sharing a bed to not be awkward, yet that had never had any sexual tension. Despite him attending UChicago and her Cornell, they had kept in touch and hung out over college. After graduating though, they had gone their separate ways: he got a serious economics job in Chicago, while she went exploring her options for a couple of years.

Oh, and there was one other thing about Paul. Like her, he was a closet mutant. The two had accidentally found out about each other's powers at a party several years ago. While she could sense and control the hormonal system, he operated at a higher level: Paul could sense and manipulate thoughts; a fairly skilled telepath. The two had had friendly duels, with the outcome always the same: although Paul could fine-tune people in a way Maria never could, she could completely override him by sending the target in a completely different direction. She smiled as she remembered the time she hit the off switch to Paul's girlfriend's sex drive for a whole week as part of a prank war between the two.

Yes, she was sure now. She would drive to Chicago. Paul would have some sort of plan.



Summary:
Maria leaves NYC with lots of cash on her. She makes it through a checkpoint right before it is blown up.
She decides to drive to Chicago where an old friend of hers, Paul, lives. Paul is a skilled telepath.
 
Al. E. Gator was detained by Magnus and Magnus accidentally exposed his mutant capabilities to a state employee, who is in the process of spreading the rumor everywhere in the upper echelons of the state's govt.
 
Al E. Gator killed the governor of Florida using an assassin toad, but was captured by Raul and his mutant buddies and handed over to the National Guard, who he messed with while being detained by them and being interrogated by them, and was then handed over to Kappa Team, interrogated and shot in the forehead by Magnus, and then put in a high security lock down, where he currently resides, with a lizard and some flies.
 
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