He receched for the coin, among Alans many bad habits and personalty flaws was making decisions on people after just meeting them. He had decided he liked Janice, even if she had a name for his gun, I've seen worse. But she got how this city worked, it's not that he enjoyed killing, but it had to be done sometimes and it was refershing to meet a hero who wasn't an idealist in this area. "Alright, I give some warning next time, I just don't now if it would affects my intended targets if I yelled it out up there." He carefully took it from her hand so he wouldn't cut her by mistake. It was an odd gesture, but it must mean something he thought. He resolved to look it up when he had the time. After that he felt like getting a drink, but he was a hero now and still a minor. "Well, lets go meet up with the others." He started towards the gate and then had a full body shiver. He looked, if you mapped it, towards Skyway. It was the clearest felling of his father he had ever had since the just before the Ritki war. He could fell it in the core of his bones. What in the name of...
"Ice cream? Alan, you can go ahead, tell anyone that cares I'll get back to the Academy myself. Maybe that babysitter Punishment sent, if you like." She squared her helmet and threw the weapon across her back, muzzle down, holding one hand through the heavy strap.
"I'm going to find a dark corner, in a dark bar and drink a fifth of Jack." She pulled up her left sleeve, exposing a plain-faced watch marked in 12 and 24 hour sweeps. "I'm off duty, and I don't feel like making nice with anybody. You go get your ice cream, see you at the school."
With that she walked to the security officers standing watch at the gate. Flashing her ID, she disappeared into the shadows beyond on the way to Atlas City.
Alan was vaguely aware that Janice left, he was trying to stop his bones from shaking out of his body, atleast thats what it felt like. "How is it that I'm the only one who can sense him." He said to the surronding air and focused his thoughts. He made it to the gate to Atlas and got on the tram to Steel. The whole time glanceing towards Skyway. "I bet I could track him to the block." Caused several people on the tram to find new seats.
He found the the place and saw Buck and his friend inside, What was his name, Tim, tuck, something like that. He thought vaguly
In an office building a hero named Sergent Blue blasted a Outcast Match with pure blunt force. He reached down and picked up a key, "Now I got you Frostfire." He said to himself. He turned suddenly, "thought you could sneak up on me did you." He said with pride to a black cloaked figure holding a curved piece of wood.
"Thought about it." The cloaked figure replyed in a raspy voice of one who has a very sore thort. "But it's more fun this way." A dull curved blade came into being on the scythe. With one deft move the hero fell. "A pity."
The figured turned and brought the scythe in an arc to kill the man behind him. The man was just out of range. He acted as if nothing had happened. "Reaper Man, right?"
"Yes" Said the cloaked figure as he ready his blade to kill in an instant.
"Good, I have a job for you. I want you to kill a hero by the na-"
"I don't take requests."
"You do for people you owe favors, Fracture Line. Now I want you to kill a hero named Mended Ribs, you can take any who are with him and you can keep whatever you want."
"And who am I repaying a favor to?"
"An old friend from the Skulls." Reaper Man would have asked for more, but the shadowy firuge seemed to disolve as soon as he stopped talking.
"Alright." He hefted Sergent Blue's corpse over his shoulder and left.
Suddenly the feel that was his father was gone, "The hel..." Alan looked back at the other heroes, shrugged and went in.
(OOC Note: The middle part is Alans story starting, it will take a while to end. It deals with no single faction so it can work it's way into anyone elses story. I it does get involve with the help of the mysteryious man you can turn it down the offer and I'll stay out. So I'm not going to try and control the story, I'm hoping I'll be able to flow with it.
Just a quick note about Reaper mans description, when it say dull I'm not say it's not sharp, it means it doesn't glow.
I'm so sorry, I forgot that no one had said they were going yet. Managed to fix it though.)
Celes lips were drawn thin in a slight frown. She watched as the other woman walked away. Babysitter? Me? Hah! But alcohol does sound better than ice cream...I know what alcohol is... she thought quietly to herself.
She glanced back at Buck and Tommy. A shy smile crawled across her lips.
"Pleased to meet you," she replied quietly. She glanced back down sheepishly before looking back up.
"Umm...not that i have anything to do right now...and if we are suppose to be fellow students, I do wish to be come aquainted with you all but...uummm...what's ice cream? I'm guessing it is a food? Am i right?" she asked, blinking nervously, feeling very uncomfortable.
"What is ice cream?" Radon thought to himself a smile starting to emerge on his face.
Something about Celes seemed to calm his mind, it may have been her similar personality but he couldn't tell. Shrugging it off he turned to her.
"Hi Celes, I'm Radon. Ice cream is the best dessert on this planet. It's hard to describe what it is exactly, but basically it's frozen milk churned up with a bunch of other ingredients to form a frozen treat. You haven't lived until you've tried it." he said after a quick bow as he introduced himself.
With a burst of speed he was inside the shop, holding the door open for everyone.
"Since it's your first time trying it, I'd suggest sticking with the basics. I prefer Vanilla, but Chocolate or Strawberry is also good, then if you like it you can "graduate" to more advanced flavors like Cookie Dough, Butter Pecan, or Rocky Road." he said starting to ramble.
(OOC: Just a minor note, I know I said Radon was shy around girls but after the mental shock he just suffered he's not in the right state of mind.)
Janice slid into the booth, cheap pleather and smoke stained wood, the yellowish lamp barely casting enough light to see the table in front of her. Somewhere in the back she could hear pool balls smacking together, a tired looking waitress had ferried several trays of Coorsweiser longnecks to the back. It was one of hundreds of bars in the city, nothing special, and a place no one would care or remember that she had come.
The bottle hadn't been as cheap as it would be at a Class Six, but you couldn't drink it there. She wasn't going to carry it back to the barracks, rules were against it. That wouldn't have stopped her, but there was no one to share it with, and drinking alone in a bare room was not her taste either. At least here there were other sounds than her heartbeat.
She poured two fingers into her glass, and two into a glass across the table from her. Her rifle and helmet were stored in a locker at the Tram station, she kept three side-by-side rented for that purpose, and several late night sessions had rendered them as sturdy as any gun locker. Now she wore the "civilians" she kept in one of the other lockers, trying to stay as low profile as possible for her size. Only the widebody Springfield Armory 1911 copy as backup, tucked into a pancake holster at her back.
She pulled a beaded necklace from her throat, a glob of shining metal dangling at the end. She pushed the glob and necklace around for a good half hour on the table, lost in thought, slowly draining the bottle. Toward the end of the liquor, she raised her glass toward the empty seat across, nodding at the still filled glass sitting there.
"Not today," she spoke quietly, "but keep a seat warm for me, team." She downed the glass and sat back, kicking sideways in the booth to stretch her legs. The necklace, seven individual stamped aluminum tags taped into one mass, she draped back around her neck.
Lord Raymond who had been silent since Buck yelled at them for "killing" a troll, sat down in the booth.
Finally speaking he said,"Now see here Buck, I have never killed a man. Even at that fight I never killed any of them. The only one anywhere near death was the one I knocked infront of the police drone so that survived anyways. And I would appreciate it if in the future you would not jump to conclusions about my fighting style. Why if my family were here right now they would stand up...no...no they wouldn't...they wouldn't stand up for me at all. I'm sorry, now I've got myself all upset. You see I miss my old life. I had a comfortable living as you might assume, but the thing I miss most is taking a long walk in the garden with my dogs. Very large dogs, but I won't ever see them again...Oh well, I suppose I shall just have to drown my sorrows in ice cream. I do so enjoy cookie dough."
Raymond felt even worse now because not only had he talked about his family but he kind of pu a negative atmosphere over the group.
He then tried to feed himself some ice cream. However he forgot he had his mask on and instead made a mess of his mask.
"What a day this has been..."
Alan saw the whole gang was there, he didn't eat ice cream, often. He had a reason for being there besides companionship, or something like that. "Raymond, Radon, I owe you an explaintion as to what happened on the roof top." He took a seat at there table, Raymond didn't seem happy to see him. "When the Trolls were overwhleming us, I didn't use good judgement and I used my negitive energy to show you your worst fear," There was a stir "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't have a choice, I don't practice with that power because it's to close to Death. It affected everyone. I thought a warning and it wouldn't affect the Trolls."
"I can understand if your angry. And I'm not asking for forgiveness, I just thought you should know." He liked the group, his irrational judgement had told them that they were good or at least entertaning people, and he hoped that his stupid idea hadn't ruined a chance at making some friends. He looked very wrong, his smile wasn't large, but it looked out of place when he was using such a serious tone.
"You...you did that...to me?!" Radon said as he turned to glare at Mended Ribs.
Suddenly his fist shot forward towards him stopping inches from his face. With a quick a flick of his finger he plucked him on the forehead.
"Let's try something else next time. Okay?" he said with a chuckle.
"So how's your first ice cream Celes?" Radon asked seemingly unphased by Alan's confession.
Raymond said calmly,"Honestly Alan, I don't think it affected me at all. Isn't that odd? If you all don't mind me asking, what was it that you all saw as your greatest fear? I am interested to know why, of all people, I was unaffected."
Raymond now instead of jamming ice cream into his mask went under the mask with the frozen treat. Thats better he thought.
Alan blinked, I hope thats a good sign. He turned from Radon to Raymond, "You didn't see anything? Maybe it was that armor of yours or maybe you just don't have an fears left." Alan said jokingly, but he thought about it, he couldn't see how it was possible. He didn't use the it often, but most of the Trolls had paniced and ran off the roof top. This was almost a big puzzel as what his father was doing. "Do you have any idea at all Raymond?"
Celes shyly shrank down into the booth. She held the menu over her face as she glanced around the ice cream shoppe. She saw side-long glances from the other patrons in her direction. She blushed lightly, very aware that these people were at least not obviously staring at her horns. She tried to focus on the words on the menu but she found it difficult.
The hair on the back of her neck felt prickly. She took a few deep breaths, assuring herself that no one here was hunting her.
She glanced over the edge of the menu as the others disscused what happened at the fight. The waitress came as Celes was at a loss. She didn't really look at the menu. She looked up, blinking nevously.
She pointed at a picture, ordering a Peanut Butter Cup Parfait.
She listened quietly to the group, glancing from person to person. Her sundae came and she looked at it curiously.
She shyly looked at the group, looking for a suggestion on how to tackle it. Being prompted to use a spoon she scoops a bite up carefully. She eats it, neutrality on her face as she chewed. Her face lit up as she reveled in the falvors.
She smiled and whispered," This is heavenly!!", then tore into the parfait. Polishing it off in record time, she looked timidly around at the men.
Dabbing at her mouth delicatly with a napkin, she smiled softly,"Sorry...I guess i was hungry." She hunched down in her seat meekly, glancing casually around the store.
"So is this what you guys to for fun? Defeat bad guys and celebrate with ice cream?"
(OOC: I have multiple people to respond to, so this is going to be broken up by who I'm talking to)
(to Raymond)
"I apologize, but I was only addressing those who had killed, not everyone. You see, Tommy's older brother was stationed in the Middle East, occupying a town of innocents, when the government bombed the hell out of it. Only one person survived, a soldier. We never heard the name of the survivor, or we would've asked how Tommy's brother was doing in his final moments. Tommy was almost catatonic for a month. When we became heroes, we vowed never to kill unless we had no choice. As heroes, it is our responsibility to uphold the law, that includes excessive force. Any hero that enjoys killing is worse than a villain, because the people will allow it. The Citizen Protection Act didn't give us the right to be judge, jury, or executioner. We are only superpowered police, and occaisionally lawyers*," Buck spoke with conviction and strength, much unlike his earlier friendly, care-free tone.
(to Celes)
"We all met today, but Buck and I are sugar addicts, so we come here whenever we beat up villains. If you'd like, the two of us wouldn't mind showing you all the great food places we know," said Tommy.
"Breakfast buffets," added Buck.
"And barbecue houses."
"Candy."
"Sammiches."
"Soda."
"Donuts."
"CHEESIE FRIES!" they cried in unison.
"Food is something we know a lot about," said Tommy, trying to sound calm, even with the veritable river of drool flowing from his mouth. "Anyway, don't the people on your planet eat? You ARE an alien, right?"
(To Alan and Radon.)
"Group activities are great, aren't they? It beats sitting alone, playing MMOs all night. By the way, how did you get knocked out, Radon? It looked pretty bad. I guess it doesn't matter, since you're okay now, and that's what I care about. I hate not being able to help other heroes when they need it. So, how did you get that awesome radiation power, anyway?" Buck Shott was smiling warmly at the two.
(to group)
"Hey, what happened to Sartain? She's probably too shell shocked to enjoy ice cream anyway. To tell you the truth, I don't like her. She goes off at me about how my weapons can kill, and she's the one who won't hesitate to take the breath from the lungs of anyone. I only kill hopeless cases, she'll kill any villain. You know what I call that? Hypocrisy, that's what. I hope that she realizes that before she has her hero liscense revoked. By the way, I hope I didn't imply that I was yelling at all of you for killing, just those that did. But I trust it was only Sartain, right?" Buck truly hoped that Alan hadn't killed anyone, he liked him, but he wouldn't put it past him to kill.
*Like Daredevil.
(OOC: Okay, time to give cred where cred is due. I kinda "borrowed" the philosophy of one of Hermod's character on another thread, but adapted to match Buck and Tommy's carefree and flighty demeanors. Also, I limited its scope somewhat, but your character inspired me, at least, H. And these two are practically MADE of pure fun, and that's what they like, so unfun stuff will irritate them.)
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"I don't think that you should offer your opinions of Sartain just yet. Personally, I think she has had a rough past much like all of us, so she probably just has trouble with other people sometimes. I know that I have trouble with people quite often. You should always treat a lady with respect, even a lady who would prefer not to be thought of as a lady. But in response to Alan's earlier question, I am honestly am worried about it not having an affect. You joked about me not having any fears left, but that may not be too far from the truth. Why yes, now that I think of it that is the truth. All through my childhood and even my adulthood my greatest fear has been losing the love and affection of my family. That may sound silly, some people think royal families have no affection for eachother, but thats not true. I loved each member of my family earnestly and dearly. But I suppose the love I had for them was not reciprocated. Thats why I wasn't affected, I am living my greatest fear. I mean honestly, what have I got left to lose? I am not welcome in my home country and I have no home here. Well the good news is I am alive and that certain negative energy powers will have no affect on me. So you should watch out for me in the Arena when its finished, shouldn't you Alan."
Lord Raymond, now a little upset, jabbed his spoon into his ice cream bowl, which he had not noticed was empty and shattered the bowl.
"Ummm, add it to my bill?" said Raymond hopefully to the owner of the shop.
The shop owner nodded and Raymond continued to talk.
"Besides the killing and the whole greatest fear thing I think we had a pretty succesful day, don't you?"
Celes blinked slowly at Tommy as his question reached her ears. She ran a hand delicatly over her horns, following their curve.
"I..well..I guess I am an alien but not in the E.T. sense. I'm not from this plane...or dimension I should say. I have a fairly good knowledge of your Earth and mortal history dating back to...," she trailed off looking at the group," nevermind how long ago, but I am kind of partially human...I just haven't experienced everything on Earth yet. I never really stopped to bother to find out what ice cream was when I was being...," she tappered off, looking shyly down.
Steeling her nerve, she stared back up at the group. Determination and defiance in her icy blue eyes.
"I'm a cross-breed if you will. I am half angel and half demon, so i was raised in a pocket dimension to protect me," she explained, voice low and soft,"but I decided i was sick of hiding and as an adult I came to Earth, to live for myself and be outcasted by both sides and hunted too. I'm just still a little nervous around others, okay? so i don't do much besides the hero thing," she slumped further in the seat, readying herself for their reactions.
"I was highly respectful to Sartain when I first met her, but then I found out that she killed any and all lawbreakers. Anyone that indiscriminate is just a walking weapon. I can't respect a walking weapon. I remain civil and polite to her, but I do not respect her, Lord Raymond. As for the rest of you, you are amazingly skilled, yet do not kill. I may seem idealistic and over-zealous, but think about the families of those trolls. Think about their mothers, hoping that their misguided child could be turned back into the sweet son or daughter that they used to be, only to find out that a hero has extinguished the flame of their life. Every time I see a gang member die, I weep for their family," Buck Shott's eyes were welling up with tears. He turned away, and wiped them off. "Yeah, today was pretty successful."
(OOC: I actually shed a tear or two writing this, just because it's so true.)
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"Very well put Buck, although I agree with Raymond that you may be too hard on her. She's a soldier, trained to kill or be killed and it's only natural that she applies the same rules to crimefighting. Don't get me wrong I don't condone killing, but I also can't condemn her for her beliefs." Radon said as he lifted his mask above his mouth.
With a smile he took a lick of his ice cream cone. In an instant his grin faded into a frown.
"You wanted to know about my powers and my greatest fear right? It all started a while ago when I was a research assistant with the Paragon Health Department. I was part of a team researching the effects of different forms of radiation on living cells, don't worry we weren't using animals or anything. The department had got a hero named Egghead* to build them a chamber that could safely produce and contain different forms of radiation so we could perform our tests. One night while I was doing some OT, needed some extra cash, a small army of Fifth Column troops invaded the building. They said they wanted to use the chamber to experiment on their troops to give them superpowers. I tried to stop them, but they overpowered me and locked me inside. Their leader decided to use me for their first trial, unleashing everything the chamber had on me. Luckily, the security guard had been able to activate the silent alarm before they captured him and a superhero named Energyst* arrived just as they activated it. He blew through the Column like they were nothing and broke into the chamber to rescue me. Unfortunately doing so destabilized its' containment field causing it to go critical. Using his powers Energyst shielded my with his own protective energy field while he absorbed the force of the blast minimizing the damage to just the chamber as opposed a nuclear meltdown. When it was over he just made sure I was okay, gave me a few words of encouragement, and then he was off again to fight the good fight. I was exposed to a lethal dose of all kinds of radiation in that place, but somehow his energy combined them all and reversed their effects infusing me with their power. My costume is my own variation of his costume as a sort of tribute to him for saving my life that day. However with my newfound abilities came something else, the realization of the terrible forces at my command. What I experienced on the rooftop tonight was the culmination of all my fears and anxieties of harnessing the most dangerous and destructive forces on the planet. What I saw was a world of death and desolation, and all of it was caused by my own hands. My powers had grown beyond my control unleashing atomic blasts hundreds of times more powerful than any weapon known to man as well a mutated radioactive gas that's instantly fatal to all organic life. Outside of battle there isn't a second that goes by that I don't fear for the safety of those around me should I lose control for even a moment." he said, a somber tone to his voice.
There were a few moments of silence as Radon took a few more licks of his ice cream.
"So Celes, you're a half angel/half demon experiencing life on Earth for the first time? How cool is that?" he said, the smile returning to his face.
*Shameless Self Promotion 
(OOC Note: Now I have some catching up to do.)
Alan was abit shocked, he had assumed that Raymond was still royality, "Man, thats..." he paused as he thought of how Storm Wright would put it, something like, "Bollox."
"I don't kill anyone unless I have no other option, or an accident like driving my claws to deep or using to much negetive energy. Thats how Lance Corporal explianed it to me." Alan was moved by the speech, even though he knew it already, you can't live in Kings Row and not see the effects of gang voilence.
"Cele, your part demon? Then did you sense anything happening in that direction." He said hopefully and pointed towards Skyway.
(OOC Note: I'm faltered that you liked my character so much that you took from the idea Manofmanychars.
/em Ego grows to big for head.)
(OOC: What can I say, Trevor and Will've grown on me, Hermod. )
"A demon-angel hybrid, huh? Sounds like an interesting combination of powers. The horns look good with the wings, Celes. Are you an outcast from both demon and angel society or something? I don't intend any offense, I'm just curious," Buck was once again wearing that impossibly friendly smile for one who was just giving a speech on gang violence, almost as if he was still a child inside. He turned to Radon, "Wow, your story sort of reminds me of a hero I know. His name's The Contaminant, he used to work for Crey. He was a scientist, and his team was working on an experimental radiation chamber to give people superpowers. As it turned out, the chamber would be fatal, but before he was able to report it, his superiors had him shoved into the chamber, and turned it on. The radiation combined with the chemicals in his lab coat, giving him control over radiation. But anyway, it's just a neat coincidence. So, you're afraid of losing control of your powers? See if you can get a containment suit. Most of them will hold excess power in, while allowing you to harness the exact amount you need." He turned to Alan, "That's a good philosophy to live by, Alan, and I know I sound like I'm tough on Sartain, but Tommy and I have experienced loss from indiscriminate killing. Tommy's brother, Masheen Gunn, was also a close friend of mine. The three of us were nearly inseparable, until he went to the Gulf, and got killed. Every day, I wish it'd been me in that bombing instead, but...," he trailed off, and turned away to calm down.
(OOC: by the way, the bombing I'm mentioning Tommy's brother being in is the one that Sartain was the only survivor of.)
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"W.T. Sherman once said 'War is hell.' There is not a statement more true than that. People die in war. My only desire is that their loss in not in vain. With that I am going to leave. I'll see you all back at the academy."
Lord Raymond left the ice cream shop and went back to the Academy. Upon his arrival he was barraged by screams from Corpral Punishment.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN SOLDIER! I HAVE BEEN WAITING ON YOU ALL DAY! DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY!" shouted the Corpral.
Lord Raymond grabbed Punishment by his shirt and pulled him close to his face and whispered, "Listen hear good sir. I am here to be taught and to teach, I am not here for military training. So until you get as far in your military as I did in mine I will not be doing any number of push-ups for you. I am whispering this because I have respect for you; I think its time you learn to respect others. A teacher who does not respect his pupil, is no teacher."
Lord Raymond let go of C. Punishment and turned to walk away.
"Lord Raymond!" Punishment shouted. Raymond turned around and said "Yes?"
The Corporal continued, "A man came by here earlier today and dropped a package off in your room. He said he was a friend of yours. Sounded like there were animals in the box."
Lord Raymond saluted Corporal Punishment and said,"Thank you for relaying that information sir," and then took off excitedly to his room.
Upon entering the room he ripped open the box which was extraordinarily large,and had air holes in it and found his two Newfoundlands(really big dogs for those who don't know), Tank and Bull, from England.
"How did you two get here. There is no way my family would havee sent them here. And who was that man who left you here?" said Raymond, talking to the dogs which were 2 times the size of Raymond since the explosion.
Lord Raymond was overjoyed to have his dogs back but was slightly puzzled by how they arrived, and became nervous that someone was stalking him.
"I can't wait to show the others!"
Celes glanced at each of the men as they talked, almost at once. She took a soft breath and closed her eyes, sorting out their questions. She meditated quickly before answering the questions. She opened her eyes and began quietly.
Looking at Alan, she shrugged. "I felt a small pull yes but there is so much...darkness here that it's had to focus when I am not very close."
She turned her cold blue eyes to Buck. "Curiousity is not offensive to me. At least you're not judging me before you know me like others I have met. Yes it is an...interesting combination of powers but fatal none the less....to me I mean."
She cupped her face in her hands, resting her elbows on the table. " Yes, I am also outcasted by both sides. Hated and hunted for who I am. I should not be and I am a herald of something...something I can not yet devulge to you all, quite yet."
She shrugged, sadness crawling across her angelic face. She sweeped her hair to one side over her shoulder and turned her back to the group. She exposed a strange black symbol that rested between her shoulder blades. It looked almost like a brand. It was a circular with unidentifable symbol that was slightly geometeric. She turned back to the group, sadness still plain on her face.
"Another mark I bear from my heritage. It's the mark of the fallen. A brand of exile. I am forbidden to return to Heaven, never to see my mother ever again. Hell still welcomes me...my father would not turn me away, granted his minions still more than happily hunt me as does the residents of Heaven. It's a never ending battle for me...at least until my destiny comes full circle..."she glanced down as she trailed off.
"So enough about my wrecthed exisitence...we still have some time before we need to get back...what do you guys like to do for fun...besides this? I think we've had enough of sad things tonight."
Janice closed the door to her room, still feeling a little of the whiskey, and threw her gear on the bed. The bed was covered by a green wool blanket, imprinted with a large US near the bottom, tucked in at all four corners and was much longer than an average bed to fit her frame. The room was spartan, only two wall chests for clothes and equipment, a small chest next to the bed for toiletries and some personal mementos and a larger chest that held her T-shirts and unmentionables. It was what she had, and all she really felt she needed.
She checked each piece of gear as she laid it in its place, locking a heavy bar across her personal weapons chest, then sat down on the bed. It groaned slightly, being much larger than an ordinary woman, but that hadnt always been so. She pulled open one of the chests drawers and laid several photos on the green wool, some with frames and some simple glossy pictures. Her hands flipped through the images: a small girl with olive skin and black hair riding on a tricycle, a traditional Mosque with a stream of robe covered visitors, an overhead-shot postcard of Mecca, four people standing in front of a small house, a family portrait-type picture in a frame showing her Lebanese father, Midwestern mother, brother and her as a child (the resemblance to the photo with the house was unmistakable). Some other photos showed a woman, very like the little girl, wearing US Army dress greens, her graduation from Basic, or field shots of her digging a foxhole, jumping from a plane and the like. The name tab on all the uniforms was Sartain, but this woman wasnt even six feet tall.
She carefully placed all the photos back in the drawer, leaving the framed image of her in Dress Greens receiving a Bronze Star, on the night table. Undressing quickly, she put on shorts and a large sweatshirt, planning to take a couple turns around the school. She stretched her right leg, watching as the rebuilt muscle in her thigh worked. A thick, dark purple scar traced a ragged path from her knee to her hip, but it didnt hurt any more.
Nice, long, run, she spoke to the empty room. Apparently her room mate was out, but they didnt speak much anyway, Janice didnt like getting too close to people any more.
((OOC: Janice is heading down the hall to take a run, but anyone wanting to catch her could be in a stairwell and see her. I imagine that this barracks would be similar to a military one, with stairwells at each end and a long hall with rooms on either side.))
"You felt something though?" He asked Cele, yes, I'm not insane, he was there, oh I'm coming for you dad. Alan did an arm pump, the others stared at him. "Uh, sure why don't we get going back, I realy don't do much other than plan what to do next. It's kind of a boring life, but someone has to look after the city." He shrugged as they walked out of the ice cream shop. "I don't have much of a social life because most people can't stand me. Never realy bugged me, I guess you could count the Night Watch, but, well they aren't exactly social people." Alan rembered the first time he worked with Ghost Sentry, the guy seemed like he was listen to someone else when he was thinking. They were walking towards the tram with Alan towards the rear. "But they do get the job don..." Was a far as Alan got when he heard a click, all he had time to do was to get his dark armor up before the blade of the scyth hit his side. If it wasn't up he would have gone rigt through him, as it was the blade left a bad cut, not fatal, but enough to take him out of the game. Alan ended up in the middle of the street when he stpped sliding. Reaper Man let out a deep raspy sigh, "So much for doing this the easy way." He was ready for the counter attack and got his blade ready to strike whoever was nearest to him.
(OOC Note: I try not to take to much liberty with this, but if I let everyone leave they would just go directly to the academy and Reaper Man would be left out in the cold, so anyone who wouldn't have left the shop can stay. Quick note, he is not going to be easy to kill, consider him an archvillian. He's not quite, but elite bosses are just too weak.)
Glith was walking down the stairs to his room. He wasn't a very tall man, but was tall enough to considered normal, he had light red hair (Natural) held by a dark green bandana, he also was wearing a vest with enough pockets that it looked like it belonged to a fisher man. He had two pistols holstered at his side, but right now he was focusing on a note as he walked.
Gilth we need to talk
The usaul spot
Yowie
He knew Yowie wrote it from the absense of punctuation. He groaned, he was the same Yowie he used to know and consider his friend, this Yowie called himself Yowie. He bumped into someone. "Ugh, crap." He backed away and looked up and then looked up some more at the huge women, yellow women. "Meta-human." He said automatically, he wished he had said it quiter, he was certain she had heard it.
(OOC Note: What can I say, I wanted to add him in.)
Janice paused on her way down the stairs, hearing the man's tone and word. He was much shorter, so she needed to turn slightly and look down, resting her solid yellow eyes on him. A slow smile crossed her face.
"You know, I don't know you from Adam, but I'll give you some free advice." She did not turn fully, staying slightly aside. "If you want to insult me, you'll have to do way better than that. Say maybe: Half-breed, camel-jockey, kin-slayer, Army brat, split-tail [censored]." She placed a hand on her chin, in a thoughtful pose.
"Yeah, that might do it." She let out a small laugh and shook her head at the man, "And I'm not a Meta, just altered." She adjusted her shirt where the impact had twisted it slightly, ignoring him further, then disappeared down the stairs.
-Edited-
The bleeped word refers to women who enjoy other women's company, and it would offend MaDeuce because it is not true.
"Cool, I know this great ice cream parlor in Steel Canyon. I'm Buck Shott, and this is my best friend, roommate, and unofficial sidekick, Tommy Gunn," said Buck, glad that he'll get to meet someone new. "I didn't catch your name, either, actually." He then heard Celes address them, and decided to answer, "He usually does stuff like this just to bust our balls. He doesn't like any cadet that causes problems, looks wierd, is too formal, or is sycophantic. So, in other words, he hates most of the cadets, and absolutely detests me. You interested in going out for some ice cream to celebrate the victory that was just acheived?"
(OOC: I forgot to mention the training schedule for the facility. The first training session is hand-to-hand combat training. The second session is open sparring, the cadets make up the rules and conditions for the fights. The third session is tactics and superhero history. Then lunch, followed by munitions training. Munitions training ends at about five-o-clock. That's the daily itinerary, but after we get through tomorrow, we could just skip to free time every day after if you want.)
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