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Post by Ben O.O on May 17, 2011 12:53:58 GMT -5
"Good," Jale said with finality. "Here's your initiation badge." Jale grabbed Penny's arm and pressed his thumb against it roughly. His thumb shifted slightly, growing millions of small black spikes that jammed into Penny's skin and left a small black dot where they poked her. "This will hurt a lot."
"They are very wise," Scarlet responded. "Do you like to help people?"
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Post by dreamwriter on May 17, 2011 13:03:17 GMT -5
He was right, it did hurt. But I sat still and forced myself to be disembodied from the pain. Since I was a shadow, it wasn't that hard.
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Post by fallenangel on May 17, 2011 13:07:02 GMT -5
"Oh Yes... though i haven't been outside in so long... before i was here i had guards from an ancient order that took and oath to... protect a great power of the world." My marks started to glow again. "I was locked up inside a giant temple of the God of light... but then that man came and kidnapped me. I managed to escape and ran as fast as i could... but i didn't know were i should go so i did what the spirts told me... and i mangaged to follow them to here." I explained to the girl infront of me.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 17, 2011 23:03:44 GMT -5
Jale was always a bit of a sadistic fellow, Pyro thought darkly. He's always so bitter...It was true. Jale was tattooing the young woman without offering any painkillers, and worse yet he periodically adjusted his grip on her arm, making her wince. Jale smiled inwardly. Yes, he thought, with her hair color changed a little bit and a bit shorter, she could look like Florence Aquarian... Just like Flo. He mooved his thumb quickly sideways. Look who's hurting who now...After a few moments, Jale was done. His mood instantly shifted from sadistically pleasured to coldly indifferent. "There's your badge," he said, stepping back. "Well, that's what we like to hear," Scarlet said almost absently. "Listen, did you like being all cooped up in that temple?"
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Post by fallenangel on May 18, 2011 21:23:35 GMT -5
"... to be honest no... but if im not then... my powers won't be under control. The barriars in the temple kept the my powers in check when i was young... what if i lose control again?" I looked at her terrified.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 19, 2011 12:53:41 GMT -5
((Except Penny's hair is SILVER! And no glasses.)) I examined the tattoo. It looked like four black wolves or something of that sort focused on a central point of my skin. His harsh way of inducting me felt...angry, as though I had committed some fault that I was unaware of. The tattoo still stung, but I had dealt with far more pain than this. It was just amplified by the fact I'd been nearly killed less than a half hour before.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 19, 2011 13:08:01 GMT -5
((He's imagining her with blonde-brown hair and glasses)) In the corner of the room appeared a pulsating purple orb. It grew and fluxuated, becoming about man-sized, and, slowly, man-shaped. "Here he comes," Pyro said, a hint of eagerness in his voice. Clyde looked at Penny with an odd grin. "Our mission," he explained cryptically. A purple man in a light tan trenchcoat and matching fadora stepped out of the portal. His face was spiked and his hands were jammed in his pockets. He was smoking a big cigar. He looked around the room breifly as the portal shrunk into oblivion. "Bones!" he said, brightening and moving over to the abomination to clasp the fellow in a joyful handshake. His hands were coated in spikes as well. He looked around again. "Does anyone have a good Cuban?" He took out his cigar and examined it shortly. "Archeron makes the absolute worst smokes."
"We have ways of keeping your power under control. They're much better than that temple, in fact. We could help you... if you help us."
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Post by dreamwriter on May 19, 2011 13:13:11 GMT -5
"What exactly is the mission?" I whispered to Clyde. With the tattoo, their names had been downloaded into my mind. "And who in the universe is he?"
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Post by Ben O.O on May 19, 2011 20:43:38 GMT -5
Rend, being of exceptional hearing, answered for Clyde. "I am Rend Bloodletter, one of the head members of the EPA. As for the mission, it is the reason why I called this group here, to my old friend Jim Taylor's house on the edge of the city. Really, a beautiful place, here on the edge of the suburbs. But I digress. "My good friend Bones here and I have been pals for some time, see. Number of times some fella would come and wanna bump me off, and more than once Bones here gave 'em the bum's rush. We're good friends." He put his hand on Bones' shoulder and faced the group. "I am sure you are all aware of the Lycan Crisis?" It was not a retorical question.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 20, 2011 12:49:32 GMT -5
"Werewolves?" I asked, trying to see if I was right that lycan was short for lycanthropy.
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Post by fallenangel on May 20, 2011 13:29:18 GMT -5
"I...I'm not sure if i can completely trust you... you havent scene what im capable of... my power it can- WAIT SOMETHINGS WRONG!" I looked around i could feel a unknown presence coming from outside the dream.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 23, 2011 13:22:31 GMT -5
((@ Fallenangel: Boy, you just can't resist having your character freak out, can you?))
Rend nodded. "Yes, werewolves. You see, a few years back, an ex-gang leader decided to go nutty and run around infecting people with lycanthropy. His plan was to get an army that could be controlled so he could finally kill his rivals. "At first, his plan looked like a success. He hired a few other lycans infected with different versions of lycanthropy for DNA samples to diversify his army. Then he bought the owner of a nearby town's water supplier and used him to contaminate the water. "Well, sure enough, the entire town soon became infected with lycanthropy. The problem was, the lycans couldn't be controlled at all. He had no power over them. Then they started to spread. Now a good 30% of the world's population is infected with some form or another of lycanthropy." Clyde spoke up in a gruff voice. "So what, is this like the war on AIDS or something?" "No," Pyro answered in a startled voice, "this is the war on AIDS on steroids..."
"What?!" Scarlet reached out mentally. Technically, since they were inside Hikaru's conciousness, nobody else should be here... Unless her own fears have manifest, in which case...
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Post by fallenangel on May 23, 2011 13:28:00 GMT -5
We are coming Hikaru a voice said mentally. "STOP!" I screamed, i could feel it, the darkness growing and growing... it was getting closer and closer, i knew that they wanted to take control again. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and started to fire at the shadows.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 24, 2011 12:48:47 GMT -5
"When you guys say Earth Protection Agency, you really go all out, don't you?" I asked. "What exactly are we supposed to do about that?"
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Post by Ben O.O on May 26, 2011 11:31:43 GMT -5
"Well, yeah, that's our job," Rend said lamely. He took a cigar out of his trenchcoat and lit it, taking a long drag. Then he took a good look around the room for the first time and noticed Scarlet and Hikaru lying on the floor. "My god!" Rend exclaimed. "What are they doing?"
Scarlet heard that lound and clear. It was definetly Hikaru's Fear. She could help Hikaru, but she needed to know what Hikaru was afraid of! "Hikaru! Hikaru!!!" Scarlet cried. "What is your greatest fear!?"
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