June 5th, 2005 ( or at least that's what a lady in Atlas Park said. )
I've been in this town for about two weeks. At first, I just thought people were crazy. Or maybe that I happened to have ended up in a circus.
Oh, how horribly wrong I was.
Who would have expected to appear in a city full of costumed freaks running around with all manners of super powers to battle the seemingly endless hordes of evil villains?
Thanks to the working of Doctor James Parnamia, I've established contact with Terias Odin, my comerade in arms. Though unable to directly associate with him, he has sent me my sword, and some armor he claims would help me here.
So far, it has worked. His Launch Boots, as he calls them, do infact propel me high enough to keep up with the psychos around here that can fly. You would think that would be an uncommon thing, but here, almost EVERYONE can fly! If they wear a cape, they can either fly, or defy the sound barrier.
Either way, putting personal opinions of these so-called heroes aside, I have worked with two of them in more detail.
One is known as The Forsaken Warden. A strange name, but he was fighting members of a fanatic magic group called the Circle of Thorns. They managed to overpower him, and I rescued him. He claimed he had never been rescued before, and swore I would have an ally for life. Though he does not stay around me, he watches over my back from the shadows. Despite his less than friendly appearence and his no-mercy philosophy, he seems friendly enough. Lord knows who, where, or even what this Warden is. A friend is a friend, however. I won't say no to an ally.
Swinging almost full-scale the other way, is my second associate, The Awesome Glacial Chill. Well, that's what he calls himself anyways. A pompous kid who thinks too much of himself, he somehow has the ability to control ice. Like the rest of the freaks here, he can fly. But he's a good kid, always looking out for me, even if I'm way older than he is. He's like my guide to this world, showing me new places, helping me out. He may be a bit pompous, but he's still a pretty cool kid.
The battles I've fought here are nothing like the ones back home. Where I used to fight military soldiers, like the Council here, I battle dark magic wielders, strange mutated humans with alien technology and broken street items for armor who call themselves the Lost, to a bizzare race of mechanical beings known as the ClockWork.
I'm sure there are more out there I have yet to see. Yesterday, I associated with a few people into a Task Force, which Positron, yet another one, arranged us into called Task Force Fisson. We worked tirelessly to help him out, and I worked alongside a few of this cities other heroes, such as GIR-, WildSpark, Major Disbeleif, Ol'Smokey, Wauks, and Doctor America. At least they were friendly people.. mutants... machines... Well, whatever the hell they were.
Maybe I'll get the chance to work with them again. Who knows? Chill, Warden and I have banded together as an official " SuperGroup " as they call them here, called The BloodHonor Mercenaries. I was the one who chose the name; it's the same as the name of the group where I come from.
=--=
Aaron stood up and put his jounal in his backpack, and looked down from the large building he was sitting on. He could see the statue of Atlas, and the many heroes brooding around it like ants in a colony.
Beneath his black cowl, a smirk crossed his damaged lower face.
" They may be freaks, but they're fun freaks. " He said quietly to himself. The air around him suddenly dropped in temperature.
" I thought I'd find you up here. Brooding again? " asked Glacial Chill.
" Not brooding, Chill. I'm just not a social butterfly. I'd rather keep to myself. " Aaron retorted, his gaze still down on the city.
" You need some more excitement in your life! Let's go to Pocket D and chill out! " He replied, nudging Aaron in the back. " Maybe we could find you a hot woman to warm up your surly attitude. "
" .... I'm married, Chill. " Aaron replied, taking his friend back by surprise. " But I'll go for a drink. "
With that, he launched himself from the building to the skies.
Posted
A mission from Beyond? Funny, I dont remember sending anyone out to do something for me. . . . .
=--=
June 5th, 2005 ( or at least that's what a lady in Atlas Park said. )
I've been in this town for about two weeks. At first, I just thought people were crazy. Or maybe that I happened to have ended up in a circus.
Oh, how horribly wrong I was.
Who would have expected to appear in a city full of costumed freaks running around with all manners of super powers to battle the seemingly endless hordes of evil villains?
Thanks to the working of Doctor James Parnamia, I've established contact with Terias Odin, my comerade in arms. Though unable to directly associate with him, he has sent me my sword, and some armor he claims would help me here.
So far, it has worked. His Launch Boots, as he calls them, do infact propel me high enough to keep up with the psychos around here that can fly. You would think that would be an uncommon thing, but here, almost EVERYONE can fly! If they wear a cape, they can either fly, or defy the sound barrier.
Either way, putting personal opinions of these so-called heroes aside, I have worked with two of them in more detail.
One is known as The Forsaken Warden. A strange name, but he was fighting members of a fanatic magic group called the Circle of Thorns. They managed to overpower him, and I rescued him. He claimed he had never been rescued before, and swore I would have an ally for life. Though he does not stay around me, he watches over my back from the shadows. Despite his less than friendly appearence and his no-mercy philosophy, he seems friendly enough. Lord knows who, where, or even what this Warden is. A friend is a friend, however. I won't say no to an ally.
Swinging almost full-scale the other way, is my second associate, The Awesome Glacial Chill. Well, that's what he calls himself anyways. A pompous kid who thinks too much of himself, he somehow has the ability to control ice. Like the rest of the freaks here, he can fly. But he's a good kid, always looking out for me, even if I'm way older than he is. He's like my guide to this world, showing me new places, helping me out. He may be a bit pompous, but he's still a pretty cool kid.
The battles I've fought here are nothing like the ones back home. Where I used to fight military soldiers, like the Council here, I battle dark magic wielders, strange mutated humans with alien technology and broken street items for armor who call themselves the Lost, to a bizzare race of mechanical beings known as the ClockWork.
I'm sure there are more out there I have yet to see. Yesterday, I associated with a few people into a Task Force, which Positron, yet another one, arranged us into called Task Force Fisson. We worked tirelessly to help him out, and I worked alongside a few of this cities other heroes, such as GIR-, WildSpark, Major Disbeleif, Ol'Smokey, Wauks, and Doctor America. At least they were friendly people.. mutants... machines... Well, whatever the hell they were.
Maybe I'll get the chance to work with them again. Who knows? Chill, Warden and I have banded together as an official " SuperGroup " as they call them here, called The BloodHonor Mercenaries. I was the one who chose the name; it's the same as the name of the group where I come from.
=--=
Aaron stood up and put his jounal in his backpack, and looked down from the large building he was sitting on. He could see the statue of Atlas, and the many heroes brooding around it like ants in a colony.
Beneath his black cowl, a smirk crossed his damaged lower face.
" They may be freaks, but they're fun freaks. " He said quietly to himself. The air around him suddenly dropped in temperature.
" I thought I'd find you up here. Brooding again? " asked Glacial Chill.
" Not brooding, Chill. I'm just not a social butterfly. I'd rather keep to myself. " Aaron retorted, his gaze still down on the city.
" You need some more excitement in your life! Let's go to Pocket D and chill out! " He replied, nudging Aaron in the back. " Maybe we could find you a hot woman to warm up your surly attitude. "
" .... I'm married, Chill. " Aaron replied, taking his friend back by surprise. " But I'll go for a drink. "
With that, he launched himself from the building to the skies.