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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:22 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:23 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:33 pm
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Noel hung up the phone. She hated Will's sarcasm most of the time, but she knew that he cared about this island just as she did. She then focused closing her eyes, as buildings were recreated and that the roads began to mend themselves, the grass and landscaping reappearing as well. Noel then saw Moli in the distance...he had progressed so much, if she could have, she would have chosen him as her successor.
"auuuuughhhhh" a man's scream was hurt as each major organ was shattered in his body, Amara walking by as his body burst into flame. "You want to destroy life, OWLS are seperate here?" she asked in a dark tone that seemed omnious. "Who are you all to decide who has life or not?" she asked as the shape of phoenix was seen around her, stretching across the sky as the fire began to burn, men,women and children. The earth opening as psionic energy was sent ripping through people's minds.
Jeannie looked up to see Roulin, Cecilia and Sakura as she crossed her legs and began to build a profile of them and their abilities. They wouldn't notice her here though. She wouldn't allow them to see her, that was one of the perks of being a telepath, gathering information and never being seen, the mind was truly her playground. Roulin and Cecilia's thoughts, memories, abilities fascinated her, though some things she couldn't find out because some memories required permission to see. Sakura on the other hand she kept seeing rushing water, why couldn't she see into her head?
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:38 pm
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((TFP-Raven))
“Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today, I want to blow a hole in it, New York! New York!…” A sinister smile spread across Raven’s face as she turned away from the window next to her to face her beloved Fallen Phoenix‘s. Her once gleaming blue eyes seemed lifeless and dead, though, behind her gaze flickered a small spark of what some might describe as insanity. Those same eyes stared towards Aaliyah, the African queen turned terrorist,
“Wonderful, Aaliyah, flush out the scum, let that be the first sign of what is going to happen.” A soft chuckle escaped the French woman’s lips before she spoke out again “Though, remember, patience is a virtue. Let us take our time with this. Flood their harbours, destroy their bridges and railways, let them cower in fear asking pointless questions; ‘why is this happening?!’ ‘God save us!’…Heh, this wont be a quick elimination, it will be slow and painful. And when that tiny thought sinks in that this is their last day, maybe then…they just might regret their past actions.”
Raven leaned back in her seat, looking at each member one by one “But, it will be too late. It is our turn, our move and we have the checkmate” The train was beginning to slow down, their destination loomed in the horizon "As soon as we are off this train, get rid of the tracks." Her dull orbs of blue turned back towards the window, her expression blank. “I want to wake up in a dead city, that lays in eternal sleep, and find I’m queen of the hill, watching bodies stack in a heap…How unbecoming.”
((UNS-Daryle))
“I have not seen him in months! Worried sick, that’s what his had me! And when I finally see him again, he tells me to stop looking like a idiot, and that I should get on with the work at hand! Not even a lousy ‘hello, how you been?’ Oh no! I just get scolded and pushed aside!” Daryle Saxton, a fresh member of the U.N.S, with 8 years work experience at the hands of the Satan Owl, continued to rant out loud as he ’swept’ the rubble covered pathways and roads of Japan with the aid of his gift “You are so mean, William!” he muttered with a small, but very noticeable, pout.
“I will show you though! I will have the paths rubble free in a matter of minutes!” As he spoke, the wind picked up and shot forward with a swooshing sound, sending rubble and debris flying towards the left. Daryle nodded, seemingly proud of himself. Though there really wasn't any reason for him to feel that way...after all he had a lot of ground to cover. “Hehehe, I am like a road cleaning machine!…Wait…is that a good thing?” He shrugged it off with smile “Its better then being a lapdog” On that thought, he was soon back to the original topic “8 years of loyalty! And no hello!...” And so, the breezy Owl continued to clear the paths and roads, while mumbling on about a certain boss. Yes it was safe to say that Daryle Saxton, was a very, very, strange man.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:53 pm
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"Just when I thought you wouldn't show up, you do. Your dad Thomas isn't keeping tabs on you as closely as he used to?" In the room that Will entered, there were two chairs and a table separating the them. The room itself was made of rock and was quite hot. It was an improvised underground construct so lavish decor was far out of the question. "How long has it been? A year and a half? And you still look young! Please, tell me your secret Will." The unidentified male snapped his fingers and the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated giving sight to the room's creator. It was Che Presidiomni. A sly grin sat upon his face as he watched Will walk in. He kicked the chair towards his acquaintance and waited. From the look on the devil's face, Che could tell this meeting would commence with no interruptions.
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Roulin didn't need to look over his shoulder to figure out who was speaking to him. She had chosen the right time to do it. The last thing he wanted was for Cecilia to be dragged into this part of his life. As his partner made the request, he spoke to Sakura. "The Night Owls and I don't work together Sakura. The Four Suits found out where Lucien was. If you're not here to help, get out of our way..." Roulin walked away from the television with his confirmation. Lucien wasn't the culprit here. Getting everyone else to see this would undoubtedly be the problem. He approached the elevator, probably the only thing in the room that wasn't golden, and pressed "X." The uppermost floor. "You'd think that a nice, apparently advanced place like this would have quicker elevators wouldn't you? Alot of this is just overkill..."
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"Great....my hoodie is destroyed, my hair is a mess..." Moli complained as he walked along the marshy path back to his team. "And it's not getting any warmer...or for that matter day..er. Noel!" He could finally see her on the horizon now. "I need some new clothes! Make them blue please!" After his mission, Moli's clothes were destroyed. His pants were now shorts with uneven edges and many many burn marks. His shirt was completely burned away in the heat. His shoes were gone and on his left foot was half a sock. Regardless of his contempt for the cold, he loved his job and would never give it up. As long as he had Noel to make him new clothes, he'd be fine.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:05 pm
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Cecilia looked upon Sakura with both curiosity and distrust before she followed Roulin towards the elevator. She tapped her foot impatiently. She had never liked elevator rides. They were always too slow for her taste, especially with the two of them going to the very top floor. "Some people just like a lot of overkill," she said. "I'd be happy with a Motel Six," she said jokingly. Suddenly, a pain touched both sides of her head. Within her mind she could see a glimpse of something. Some people she recognized, and others she didn't. They seemed to be fighting something or someone, but instead of becoming stronger, they were becoming weaker. But what they were fighting Cecilia could not see for all of a sudden, it was gone as if it had never existed, but the pain wasn't. She rubbed her temples. "That was something new," she said. It both bewildered and frightened her at the same time. Something like this had never happened before.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:11 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:22 pm
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((UNS - Will. Amaya's post will come after Itachi posts. Armand's will come in the next post whenever I finish writing it.))
“A**hole. He’s not my dad. F***ing retard is getting sloppy.” The same devilish smirk remained on Will’s face as his eyes laid their gaze on his former student Che, the former God Owl successor. “Hmph.” The Satan Owl stopped the chair kicked out him with his foot and launched it right back at Che. “Who the f*** gave you permission to die, Cheani?” If the heat bothered Will at all, he didn’t comment. The blonde walked right up to the table and then stared down at his student, the smirk gone for the moment.
((Other - Benkei and Genya Thorinagano- NPCs for now.))
Twenty one year old Benkei Thorinagano had taken leave from his Fallen Phoenix family to assist his home country with the terrible crisis and had now been in Japan for some time. He did however still keep in contact. He occasionally received the random text from people such as Nat. Most of them made Benkei think “Baka!” and elicited typical Benkei and perhaps, more wordy responses back to the Natty Owl. Luckily because of the crisis, Benkei’s parents and his brother did not harass him on his whereabouts. Benkei was among the Japanese people rebuilding. As the Shield Owl, his stone/rock ability allowed him to help those trapped in buildings or by mountains and get them to safety. He also played a role in rebuilding structures.
On the other hand, his younger brother, the eighteen year old Genya “the Fearless” Thorinagano was helping with the shelters and checking people’s wounds. Benkei had suggested forced Genya to be involved with the shlters in order to keep Genya out of trouble, even though Genya could be potentially very useful in other science related matters. The boy had since graduated college with an advanced degree and was actually a bit more useful physically now in that he wouldn’t trip as easily. Unfortunately, the innocent Genya was keeping to his task and helping others….but he was kind of experimenting on them too with these new potions he had mixed up. Luckily for them, they seemed to work…until someone’s hair turned blue and uh...another person's face begun to look like the night sky with stars and all included….
((Edited))
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:38 pm
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Kojiro silently listened as they began coming up with approaches to their assault, he sat at a separate table as he built a small house of cards, surprisingly enough, despite the fact he was on a train, it was riding smooth enough that he could accomplish a few stories until it would fall down. He grabbed the ace of spades and began to finish the fourth layer, suddenly there was a light bump and his cards fluttered to the table,"...If that is the case I will make my way into the city and take out the their utilities...limiting their communication and proper function of any facilities in the local area..." he said quietly, he had no intentions of causing any harm to the humans. Kojiro thought for a second, he might have his hands full but now was no time to sound doubtful, "...If that goes without any hitches...I will head in to take care of their water supply as well...." He explained, however h was not sure if they had already had something arranged for him.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:38 pm
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"I don't think I told you about the period where me and my father walked for about seven hundred miles with nothing but a matress and two changes of clothes. I agree, I'd be happy with a motel six as well." They were only halfway up the building when Roulin replied to her statement. When Cecilia had a burst of energy, Roulin scratched his shoulder. If more energy was given off in the city, he'd undoubtedly get a rash or worse. He looked over at her unsure if he should help, or wait. He choose the road inbetween and asked jokingly, "What's wrong? Did the stars align in a galaxy somewhere or something?"
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"I know that ******** retard is getting sloppy." Che responded after stopping the chair with the sole of his foot. "Do you know why he's---shut the hell up maestro---do you know why he's getting sloppy?" Che interjected himself, giving Will a grin that let him know they were still on somewhat of good terms. The chair wasn't going anywhere now that Will was standing over it with his trademark devil glare. "See now....that I can explain, but we need to speak now my old friend. It's rather important so I implore you to take a seat. Please. We can exchange pleasantries during." Che's grin, as jovial as it was, couldn't hide the fact that something was truly troubling him. The faster he could speak of it, the faster he could figure out a few ways around it all.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:41 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:56 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:57 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 8:04 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 8:07 pm
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☆═━┈┈━═☆☽Ӑᾐᾷ ℒȏςҟɦӑѓť☾☆═━┈┈━═☆
She quietly sipped her tea, the steam rising up in front of her face. Her thick brown hair flowed around her shoulders and down her sides, small little curls rolling up and bouncing whenever she moved. She wore a tight dress, the fabric curling around her throat but open at right above her chest. Her legs were crossed, her deep green eyes looking up slowly to Raven. There seemed to be a small frown on her face as she watched her leader become more vulnerable to her emotions. Raven had never been this wild until that one experience she had to endure.
Ana sipped her tea again, her head turning to look out the window quietly. It was a warm day today, the sun shining in the sky. There was some disappointment in her eyes, a sadness of the plan that was being mastered. She hated New York, the violence and corruption stalking the alleyways, the innocence being killed without even a voice. However this attack would also kill innocent lives, which did not settle within herself. Ana's eyes strayed to the others, wondering what they were all thinking about this, but never asking. It had been awhile since she had even spoken. Silence was her strength, learning from things that others did not hear because of talking.
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