Saviors of a Divided Nation: SuperIOT

I have re-signed up as the Academy, a hero group.

Intro

The Professor gazed out the window, looking out over the bustling streets. He looked back at his class, and snapped to attention. "Yes, so... Your powers will increase over the years, as you pass through puberty and beyond. If you mutate new ones, letting an adult know is the first thing you should do. Dangerous accidental discharges are not something we wa- What is that? Mr. Isaacson, is that gum? We DO NOT ALLOW chewing gum in class." He nodded to Ashley, one of his best students, and the sweet floated out of Isaacson's mouth and into the trash. "Thank you, Ms. Ashley," he said. Sometimes I wish I had something like that. Something flashy...

"No problem, Mr. Aurelius," Ashley replied, smiling sweetly.

"Sure, sure." The Professor turned to look out the window again, gazing out over the street, catching a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty in the distance.

"Mr. Aurelius, you feel troubled. What's wrong?" James asked worriedly.

"James, what did I tell you about using powers without my permission? Empathy is potentially risky, and can destroy a life if used at the wrong time. Control it." The Professor's voice was sharp, mostly due to how accurate James was.

The rest of the class passed uneventfully, but James stopped by afterwards, accompanied by Ashley. "Professor, I'm worried about you. The bad feeling coming off you today... it was strong. Too strong." Ashley nodded her agreement, looking worried.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Mr. Aurelius..."

"Fine. But it is none of your problem. It's just..." Aurelius turned away, shooing away his students with one hand while rubbing the back if his head with the other.

"Just what, Professor? Tell us!" implored Ashley, grabbing his arm. He could feel her smiling at him even with his back turned.

"It's just... I fear there may be others like us... And some of them mayn't be very nice."

"Ummm. That sounds scary."

"It is. Now get going. And don't tell anyone." He looked meaningly at both of them, throwing in just a tad of his persuasion.

"Fine," they chorused, hurrying out of the room.
 
Lighthearter said:
Mostly they're the PMs from the large number of people who have signed up in-thread but never sent anything.

Working on turn one post.

-L
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Have you got everything you need for my group?
 
Turn One:​

Events:
No major happenings yet.

Special Missions:

New Super!(Good - Washington DC)

Word's flowing across the streets of Richmond about a new superhero - calls himself the Archer, and there's no one in the world better with a bow and arrows. It's unknown whether he'll be interested in anyone's offers of employment, but all Good organizations are encouraged to find out - and the Evil ones to try and stop them.

New Super!(Evil - Miami)

A federal prison on a remote Caribbean island has recently been the victim of a terrorist attack by a mysterious woman. The only thing known about her is that she travels with a trusty shotgun and smoke bombs, and seems to have an inbred hatred for the US Government. All Evil organizations are encouraged to give her offers she can't refuse - and the Good organizations should probably get her off the board before that happens.

Armaments Transfer!(New Orleans)

A Government military base near New Orleans is reportedly receiving a shipment of weapons. Now, it would be such a shame if someone absconded with all those guns and bombs, wouldn't it? Alternatively, you can try to prevent such an event - but who knows . . . you might prefer to have the weapons.

News of the World:

Intrepid reporter Katherine Bates is here with USN, the official US News, bringing you the latest and greatest news from around the world. Nothing earth-shattering tonight, but there are rumors of organizations beginning to spread around the US, led by so-called "supers" with metahuman powers. More on this as events develop, but now, the weather.


Let the games begin!

-L
 
Going to rejoin as a villain, but good luck to everyone on the first turn. :D
 
Church of Arya Awaiting
Led by Rhaego Clyntahn
Death is Inevitable. Pain is Inflexible. Arya is Invincible. Ravus is Infallible.
Villain​
 
Great, now there's an unbalanced number of heroic and villainous organizations, and the fairness aspect of me thinks I should be a hero. :undecide:
 
I sat at my desk, waiting for the latest recruit to arrive. Although every one of my agents are well trained and trusted, this woman was in a whole other league. I know for a fact that we will need to have people as skilled as her to ensure the survival of our group.

"SHE HAS ARRIVED DEAR," said Judy over the intercom. Judy is my secretary, I helped rescue her from a god fearing town in central Texas a few years back. Judy was mute until the age of Fifty, when she spontaneously developed a deep, booming and almost demonic voice. Needless to say, did this not go down well with the rest of the townsfolk. She truly is a lovely lady. She is one of my closest friends and she can type faster than anyone I've ever met.

"Send her in please." I said over the intercom.

"YES DEAR" bellowed Judy. The door opened and a tall, slender woman wearing an orange helmet walked in. An accident had left her face scarred, not many men had looked under her helmet, but those who did painted a disturbing picture. I tried not to think about it, I am not the pinnacle of human perfection either. We are all damaged in some way, us Supers.

"Ah," I said, "You must be Saynd. Please sit down, you would have me at a disadvantage if you did not." Ayn "Saynd" Baton, a Chinese orphan from the Sichuan province who was adopted by a French Canadian couple. She became the world's number one user of non-lethal force. If you wanted someone alive, then this was the woman you would call. She was under contractual employment by the CIA, until her powers were discovered, which for some reason upset them very much. She has been on the run ever since.

"Tell me Saynd," I said "I know that the American Government is not cooperative with Supers, which contributes to a culture of Super shunning. Although they rarely actively hunt us unless they actually see us as a direct threat to them. So, what did you do to anger them so much?” Saynd laughed softly.

“General,” began Saynd “Do you feel strangely energetic? Do you feel like you’ve had one too many coffees the morning? Do you feel like you could jump out of your chair and dance like you’ve never danced before?” It was my turn to laugh.

“No,” I said “Not that energetic. But to be honest I am feeling slightly strange.” Saynd nodded.

“That’s me.” she said “Apparently I have a psychic ability that makes people more energized." The ball dropped. The American government was paranoid about Supers, but they were especially paranoid around psychic supers. The government is in the business of secrets and psychics are a major threat to that business. Even the mere suggestion of someone tampering with their minds sets off alarm bells in any government official's head, I've seen that sad story too many times.

"Please don’t make any jokes about my ability being ironic," continued Saynd, "I know my ability wakes people up when I try and put them to sleep. I’ve heard jokes about that a million times by a million different CIA dirtbags. I’m bloody sick of it.”

“Do not worry,” I said “The people here are sympathetic to your plight. I’m sure that none of them will intentionally try and make a joke about your condition. Well, except for Jack, but he literally can’t stop making them. As it doesn’t seem to adversely effect your skills in any way, you wouldn’t be at the top of your profession if it did, I see no reason to bring it up again if you do not wish to talk about it.”

“No offense General,” said Saynd “but I really like to get to the business end of things. Small talk makes me uncomfortable. So why did you call this meeting? I assume that you don’t have a personal meeting with every member of this compound the day they arrive.”

“No,” I said “That would be impossible. You are a very special case indeed. You see, running this place requires a lot of money. The money we make is mainly from security contracts. As many of us come from a military background and there is a high demand for superhuman security experts due to the sudden emergence of superhuman terrorist cells it just makes sense. We have already accepted multiple high paying security contracts. That’s where you come in. I trust my men, but none of them are as skilled as you. You are a professional in every sense of the word. Not only are your services invaluable, they are required to keep this base operational.” I pulled a file out of the drawer. “Here is the information of your operation. You will have two of my best men assisting you. Bring them home safe.” Saynd took the file, saluted and left. After she had shut the door and I was sure she was out of earshot, I sighed. Although I retained my composure throughout the meeting, the comments about leaving my chair had really shaken me. Although I am used to the new limitations of my body, some days it really shakes me.

“ERIC FISHER IS WAITING FOR YOU DEAR” said Judy over the intercom. “HE’S GOT ANOTHER PROPOSAL FOR YOU TO LOOK AT”

“Tell him to wait a minute please.” I responded. I wasn’t in the mood to sign off a document that could effect the security of the entire base. I needed to pull myself together.

“YES DEAR” said Judy. I wheeled back my chair toward the drink cabinet and pulled a bottle of whisky of the shelf. As I poured a glass, I looked at my shrivelled legs. Very few people know about my current condition, I try and keep it a secret. Could FDR have triumphed against evil if the public knew the whole truth of his condition? I think not. My people need a strong leader, mentally and physically. Or at least, they need the perception of one. As I skulled my drink, I hoped that my charade was strong enough.

“Send him in please,” I said to Judy.
 
I just realised that I left a major part out of my story that introduces a major plot hole. I've fixed it so you might want to re-read my RP for extra pleasure. :)

Also, consider this an official :bump:
 
That isn't a sign its bust...

Reminders are the way to go. People are lazy.

Also, there is no deadline, so no reason to send orders. This more seems like you giving up than the players doing so...
 
Arrow Gamer said:
That isn't a sign its bust...

Reminders are the way to go. People are lazy.

Also, there is no deadline, so no reason to send orders. This more seems like you giving up than the players doing so...
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Do you make it your life's purpose to argue with Lighthearter any way you can? If so, please find another purpose.
 
arya126 said:
Do you make it your life's purpose to argue with Lighthearter any way you can? If so, please find another purpose.
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Pardon? Arrow made a point about deadlines. They might be a good idea to set out a deadline for a IOT before the lock as a way to motivate peoples to plan.

The only thing about your response is trying to make a critical opinion appear to be simply a crude strike when it in reality is a critical opinion as oppose to a crude strike. One cannot improve without critical considerations to where they need to improve and negative takings have to be considered in other to enhance one self. The way of the yes man is a way not to enhancement. It is important to have critics.
 
Unless bickering in this thread will bring the game back to life (which I sincerely doubt) then there is no reason to continue posting in the thread.
 
Can I still join or are sign ups closed?
 
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