[Bad Blood] A New Threat
Dates Played: 26 April, 2006 - 24 July, 2006
Date Uploaded to RPTPS: 27 March, 2007
Source: SonicVerse Team Underground, http://www.sonicverseteam.com/
Crystal Plains Wiki Link: http://cpwiki.crystalplains.net/index.php/A_New_Threat
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| Antipode |
[Bad Blood] A New Threat An SVT Role-Play
The city had seen the worst of times. Four months ago, acid rain had plagued them, a by-product of a nuclear attack that left a lot of their population dead. Now only a few remained. A new president was working to put things back together, to get things better than they used to be. Quality of life was slowly increasing, along with approval ratings. The rain had stopped its mindless destructions, and most of the old buildings had been rebuilt. The citizens waited patiently for things to get better. But the wolf always attacks the weakest first... "Fit for the slaughter, indeed..." he hissed as he watched over the city from the rooftops. "Never has this city been as weak as now. They can barely find the strength to lift their heads, much less put up a fight." He cackled madly, the sound lost into the night. "Someone ought to put some fear into them..." His eyes flared brightly as he grinned wickedly. "The fear of the Devil." He leapt from the skyscraper's rooftop, landing on another one far below, shapeless cloak wrapping around him, melding him to the darkness. "But first, a test. A small excursion to test the waters..." The next morning. Nothing major happened all through the night; another quiet evening in the city. Arjen Evangel spent it with his family, the best way to spend any night, in his opinion. Now he is out in the early rays of sunlight, making up for last night. Recently he had taken to patrolling the city for suspicious behavior, since SVT City doesn't have a night watch yet; they barely have a functioning police force. If his powers hadn't made him feel like a superhero before, having an entire city under his wing every night sure gave him a Batman complex. He greeted Mister Mulligan* the baker as he opened up shop for the day. The business district looks pretty in the morning sun, all that light reflecting off the Presidential Tower at the center of town. It makes his load feel lighter, it gives him hope. [* As introduced in "Fate of the Underground"! Remember?! ~AE] Arjen folds space and steps out onto the roof of the Tower. Being a Transcendant certainly came in handy when he had the entire city to watch after. He walks to the edge and looks down at the waking city, the sun at his back. Another quiet day? He could only hope. RULES OF ENGAGEMENT Here we go, trying to make a return to the old serial adventures we had back when Stride and Fireball were part of the club. Remember those goons? Well, we're back in SVT City, we've got a new villain to fight, and... we'll see what happens. ROCK AND ROLL, KIDS! |
| Kyra | Kyra stood
on the roof of an abandoned apartment complex, surveying the entire city.
Her hair was tied back in a loose and messy, partially braided pony tail.
She allowed her mind to wander freely, letting it ponder on anything it
could imagine, her own little dream world. -New roofs on most every house, new paint on the panels, even new trashcans on the corners, and yet old scents still linger, familiar people still went through their daily routine... the fact that humans try to hide the chaotic mess they brought on themselves is shameful, albeit necessary to being business back again.- She kicked her feet out over the edge of the building and plopped down onto the wall that made a parameter for the roof. Her bag rested next to her, no bigger than a decorative pillow, and her cloak lay under it, stained and ripped from travel. A black and white cat-like figure curled up against the bag, peacefully sleeping with its floppy, rabbit-ish ears covering it’s three emerald green eyes, and a fox-like tail wrapped around it. Now 16 years old, Kyra felt as if she had done enough adventuring for a while and choose to settle back down in SVT; it was the closest to an actual ‘home’ she had found. She spent what seemed like an eternity staring over SVT, her normal armor-like clothes traded for a casual, yet elegant trailing skirt, reflecting gold light onto the gray tiles, and a sleeveless black shirt, high necked and stomach showing for the rather warm weather. She from her own, secretive perch and allowed her mind to wander again |
| Ryan |
"Listen guy..." Ryan started, evidently annoyed, "I
know I'm just a 'wee tike' or whatever you called me, but I promise, I can
do the night watch. Look." Flinging his index finger up, a ball
of fire appeared at the tip of it. "I even have my own flashlight."
... "Oof!" Two men threw Ryan out of the building, and the hedgehog ate dirt. Gathering his bag, Ryan stood, frowning. "Jerks. |
| Syndrome | The
back door of the police department swung open, the warm early summer breeze
wafting in. The alley behind the door was even washed with the light marmalade
glow of a mid morning sun, a preferrable alternative to the molten gray
cement they were all used to. Syndrome leans on the doorframe, arms crossed
sternly as she stares the two cops behind the counter down.
She slides her brown gradient oversized sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, her fuschia eyes crashing down on the two. An eyebrow arches, as she slides the glasses atop her head, and twists her lavender hair into a ponytail with a gnarled gray scrunchie. Her tight, ribbed cotton tee has a few holes at the hem, and her denim shorts are clearly overused, underwashed and distressed. The only thing in fair condition are her brown woven leather flip-flops, which had been a five dollar splurge, for her. "Are you throwing out potentials again? What good are you guys if you just sit on your ass rejecting people all day?" She immediatly goes for the coffee pot, and pours herself a steaming hot mug. Straight black. No cream or sugar. She raises it, and takes a long swig, downing half of it with a sigh. It had been a long, long night. A long night, with a crackling set of second hand walkie talkies, an incompetent police force and petty crimes. Nothing that would require Antipode's fledgling night watch. |
| Wind | The air
was warm and full of promise despite the fact three blocks away a gang fight
was going on. Everything works out, which is evident by the semi trailer
that would drive through shortly and break things up, particularly a few
legs. Wind was oblivious to this though with a box of doughnuts in hand.
The wood elf had actually bought an apartment in the city and was looking
forward to helping witht he clean up process. But first; breakfast.
The elf opened the front door to the police department with his back, coming in with a handful of doughnuts "Hey, the doughnut man is here! Who want some glazed, round goodness?" |
| Syndrome | As
the door bursts open, Syn chokes on her coffee in surprise. She coughs,
and laughs at her own blunder, wiping her mouth with a grubby white napkin
from the table. "Ah! G'morning!" |
| Ryan | The youngster
sat on a garbage can, swaying his legs, head in his palm. His face was a
picture of pity. Even though the sweet waft of fresh donuts tickled his
nose, it did little to raise Ryan's spirits.
Bah! One last time. And this time he wouldn't give the men any guff. Hopping off the trash can, Ryan set a determinded stride across the street. He bursted through the door (nearly knocking the elf over) and met the guard at the desk. The hedgehog, on tip-toes, slapped his hand hard on the desk. But he caught himself. Was that... "Wind!?" he exclaimed, mouth ajar. |
| Kyra | Kyra dove
from her perch on the building, and landed in her shadow on the ground,
as if it were water. After a seemingly infinate ammount of time submerged
in the grey, she lifted her head out of Ryan's shadow, and climbed out,
shaking the extra grey drops out of her hair.
"East side's clear....ooh, doughnuts." She grinned and stole a glazed, cream-filled doughnut from the elf's box. |
| Antipode | Kyra,
Syndrome, Wind, and Ryan can feel the explosion from inside the police station.
Antipode shows up first, his face a mask of horror. There's nothing he can do anymore; he should have seen it before something happened, but now it's too late. So he stands in the street and feels the harsh heat on his face, without the sense of mind to call for the fire department. He had just spoken to Old Man Mulligan an hour before... |
| Ryan | Ryan craned
his head to look over Wind's shoulder. As the door was on its last swing
before shutting, the explosion came, throwing open the door. The guards
and what few police filed out of the building.
Ryan bursted through the door, and immediately a flame engulfed him as he sprinted toward the bakery. He past Antipode and dove straight into the fire, unhindered by the intense heat, and began searching for any survivors. Although, he knew the chances were slim to none. |
| Qesun | [Empty
Alleyway]
Other then the sudden and light pulse of air that was displaced to make room for the incoming and the Infinity sign hanging in the air, there was no warning of his coming. Under the infinity sign appeared a silver foxcoon in a tan trenchcoat. It was just easier to carry it that way, as it would have taken up too much room in one of his bags. He looked about as the sign faded out of existance, getting his bearings. 'Well, certainly doesn't look like the place had trouble with-' The thought faded as he heard -and felt- the explosion. He sighed at the thought of what it may be. 'Oh come on now, I got here again after being gone for gods knows how long and somethings already blowing up,' He mentally complained as he jogged out of the alley. When he came out, he looked up and down the street, his eyes locking onto the flames pillering up into the sky in the spot that a bakery used to be. 'Well, I hope someone's called the fire department, 'cause I kinda don't have a phone here yet. ...I can't dwadle too long here. Need to get an appartment,' He thought to himself as he jogged over in that direction on the opposite side of the street, remembering that a police station was nearby. They could just radio the fire department, meaning he wouldn't need to worry about that. However, his thoughts of helping people begin dwindling as he got closer and saw how bad it was. For now, he kept to his side of the street. |
| Kyra | Kyra instinvtivly
holds onto the corner of the desk when she feels the explosion, then glances
outside at the towering flames. Careful not to let panic overcome her, she runs out fo the police station, throwing her cloak on. Kiki, thrown out of her confortable blanket, bounds after Kyra then leaps onto her shoulder as she circles the building. A gray bubble appears around Kyra, a sheild of sorts from the flames, and she circles the building, looking for a cuase. She assumes that Ryan has the search for survivors covered. |
| Wind | The explosion's
force shook the city like a giant was turning over the Earth. Wind lurched
forward and fell to the ground, the box of doughnuts sailing through the
air. The gooey treats landed in a mush, saturating the floor in sugary glaze.
This was no time to mourn their loss though. Wind tore open the front door,
watching after Ryan head for the pillar of fire. He started out but stopped
and spun on his heels, running back inside
"Crappity crap crap..where's the phone for the fire department?!" He turned to the officers and Syndrome, looking about madly for any phone that might give hint to calling the fire department |
| Syndrome | Syndrome's
all ready got it covered; her cellphone is raised to her ear, the other
hand covering her ear to muffle the calamity that ebgins to roaor in the
street. "Wetsern Avenue, just a few blocks down... please hurry!" She clicks it closed, and looks to Wind, her face one of fear. Shivers trickle down her spine, and she shakes them away with a dodge of ehr ehad, and grasps to his forearm, running; no, sprinting out the front door. As they exit, the first wave of dust blows by, and she shields her eyes with her arm, coughing madly. She lowers her sunglasses, and squints, gripping to Wind's arm a little tighter. |
| Antipode | Antipode
blinks away from the scene as the wails of the fire department fades in.
Two red trucks pull up to the inferno and scramble to douse the flames.
Syndrome feels a tickle in the base of her skull. //Whoever did this is probably still around, I'll try to track them down. Make sure the fires are put out. You're in charge on the ground, Syn.// |
| Ryan | Ryan stumbled
out of the fire, gasping. Not because it was too hot for him, but because
of the peices of a human body scattered deep in the center. Whoever was
in there had no hope.
The young hedgehog had to scramble out of the way of the firefighter's hose. |
| Qesun | Qesun sighed and shook his head when the fire department got there, knowing that at the moment there was nothing he could do to help. And if he wanted to do anything to help, he needed to get a place to stay. He hefted up his bags and continued down the road towards a residential section of the city, the morning made a little more solemn by the earlier events. |
| Syndrome | She
blinks as the thought clicks into her head, before giving a reassuring nod.
"Pode..." She looks up to Wind, wiping away some traces of dust and debris from his face. She then lets go of his arm, and takes off down the street, following the wail of sirens towards the explosion. Smoke rises in pistons, their dark plumes of gray and black the perfect omen of something wicked on the horizon. The putrid smell penetrates the air; a smell bitter, like sulphur. She tries to ignore the fact that it's the smell of rubble, and human remains. She looks over her shoulder, and calls, "Come on!" |
| Wind | The elf
was running at Syn's side in a flash, whisps of dark smoke following. He
gave her a look like a puppy looking up to its master for an order
"What's the word? Are we on clean up duty or search and rescue?" |
| Syndrome |
She glances at him, and picks up the pace just a tad as the pillar of smoke
looms larger, just ahead. "Didn't say. We've got to take care of the fires, hold down the fort, gas all those who try and wreak more pandemonium, I guess." She gave a half smile, to hide her distress. In the years she had lived in SVT City, this was the biggest blast since the Fallout. In fact, hadn't the Fallout been a terrorist move, too? She couldn't recall. It really steamed her up, thinking about what twisted minds could possibly pull this crap. She slows to a jog, then a walk as she hits a barricade, the firetrucks fishtailing to a stop. Up close, the putrid smell is even worse; not that the firefighters could tell. They had masks on. And they didn't have to go within thirty feet of the blaze, with their hoses. They quickly unravel a hose, tossing it down a line of firefighters and civillians, ebfore dowsing the building with a burst of water. More smoke plumes into the air, as another spare fire fighter approaches Syn, Kyra, and Wind, his helmet tucked under his arm. "Anyone wanna tell me what's happening, here?" |
| Ryan | Ryan swaggered
to the group, addressing the firefighter. "Don't bother going in there.
The blast killed everyone," he coughed. Unlike Syndrome, Ryan wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anything as bad as this. |
| Wind | The elf
nodded solemnly, eyeing the blaze. 'Lord help us...' He turned to the firefighter
with an air of professionalism "I'm sure you know how to do your job and we know how to do ours." Wind caught Syn's eye, giving her a faint smile before readying himself mentally for the task ahead "OK, with things under control here we need to make sure things are safe around the rest of the city. Let's split up from here. I can take the North districts. That leaves the other three sections for you three." |
| Syndrome | She
nods affirmatively, a hand resting on her hip as the firefighter slinks
way, to continue his job. "Pode says he's taking a rundown of the city, too, so don't be surprised if any of you run into him." 'Jeez... how can I be like this, when everyone's on borderline breakdown... I feel like I'm going to breakdown... but have to keep a level head. or I'll be useless.' She sighs, shaking her head, and wiping a sweat-dirt-dust mixture from her face, streaked with gray-black ash. "I'll move West, towards the border line. If someone were trying to make an escape, theyd be ehaded that way... who knows if he'd try to leave a going away present." She nods, unfolding her arms, and making her way towards a crumbling intersection, just ahead. She halts at Wind's shoulder, and drops her cellphone into his pocket. "I want you to call someone if anything goes down, kay? I should be fine." |
| Ryan | Ryan nodded,
heading South without acknowledging it. He felt uneasy about everyone being
alone, especially himself. Memories of being possessed by Storm flooded
his mind now and then. He definately didn't want that to happen again.
At the same time, though, Ryan was excited, because it was his first time on a new mission since the parasite incident. He was stronger now. He called back over his shoulder. "Someone should take the roofs," he said, pointing up. |
| Wind | He gave
Syn a comforting smile, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"No worries, hon, we'll be OK. You do the same if something happens, alright?" Wind gave her a brief, but loving kiss before taking off towards the North district. He called back over his shoulder, "I'll take the roofs this way!" Grabbing a lightpole he swung himself up onto a ledge, and with a two step jump he was on the roof of an apartment building. The white haired elf was gone in a second, taking off across the city |
| Syndrome | Syn
watches Wind and Ryan take off, before she snares Kyra in her sights. She
stares at her frankly, before turning, and setting off West in a brisk walk.
"You take East, then, 'kay?" She halts, her boots crackling against the gritty street. She looks over her shoulder, makes direct, perfect eye contact with her, and says in a deadly serious tone, "Be careful, too. Make sure you have someone to call... we can't lose anyone else..." |
| Kyra | Kyra
nods, staring momentraily off into the fire.
"East side's fine with me...I'll be careful--
besides, I think you'll all here me if I want to be heard." |
| Syndrome | Syndrome
took off at a sprint down the western roads, moving quicker than she was
sure she had ever maneuvered. The rooftops seemed slick underfoot, or hot,
and her feet couldn’t stick to them too long without itching to spring
forward again. She had long since lost her leather sandals in a random gutter,
and was continuing forward, barefoot.
Before long, she’s just about reached the city’s border, with no fleeing back in sight. She halts, sighs, and places her hands on her hips, looking left and right over the scattered rooftops of the cityscape. But there was nothing. She squints a little harder, hoping to find something, anything that she may have overlooked. |
| Ryan | The young
hedgehog bolted carelessly across a busy intersection, missing cars by a
thread. He slowed to a jog and finally stopped. Ryan slapped the building
next to him and slumped over, heaving breathlessly.
"Gah... This is hopeless. The only way we can find him is if he purposefully showed himself." |
| Antipode | Syndrome's
cell rings. She answers it. "I... lost him..." It's Antipode, obviously out of breath. "I'm about... a hundred miles or so out of town. Don't have the energy to blink back yet. Keep everyone on alert, in case he comes back. This guy is... really something else, getting away from me even with the teleport. His power signature is like nothing I've ever felt before. And you know better than anyone the guys I've had to deal with. I don't know what he's up to yet, or why he bothered attacking the bakery, but I intend to find out. Keep an eye out. I'll be back when I can." *click* |
| Ryan | After a long,
drawn out search, Ryan trudged back to what once was the bakery, out of
breath. The sun by now was high in the sky, and the fire fighters seemed
to have gained control of the fire.
Ryan plopped down on the curb, head cupped in his hands. |
| Kyra | Kyra
wanders back soon too, her look, defeated. She sat down next to Ryan.
"No luck in finding the culprit?" |
| Ryan | Downcast, Ryan shook his head. "Nope. Not a single trace. How about you?" |
| Kyra | "Found
a few trashcans, a hobo or two, and alot of dust." She slumps over, resting her cheak on her fist. "But I got nothing." |
| Wind | A familiar
mess of white and black hair dragged itself down the street. Wind had returned
dead tired, covered in bleeding scratch marks and empty handed. Shuffling
his feet towards the curb he plopped down next to Ryan and fell onto his
back
"I turned over every piece of scrab and slag in this city and the only thing I find was a feral cat. How'd you two turn out...?" |
| Qesun | In the time that the others had searched the city, Qesun had found himself a place of temporary residence and was already on his way towards the Police Station the others were located at, dressed in a rather standard blue jeans and white tee-shirt. .oO(I hope they don't mind a little help,)Oo. Qesun thought as he trodded up the front steps of the building and opened the door, walking in and looking around to see what was going on and who was receiving at the moment. |
| Ryan | Ryan answered Wind. "We found as much as you." After a pause, Ryan seemed to brighten. "I almost got ran over by a car...?" Then, he let out a nervous laugh at his sorry excuse for an ice breaker. |
| Wind | Wind
laughed and sat up, his long hair falling into his face. He socked Ryan
in the arm, pulling his punch so he didn't hurt his friend too much
"Oye, we're a useless bunch, aren't we? Anyone heard from 'Pode recently? Maybe he's got an idea where to go next." |
| Antipode | The dark
pool of shadow that was Crystal
Sophia Timothius peered down at Ryan, Wind, and Qesun with her big,
bright green eyes. How long she had been there no one really knew, since
it has hard to be aware of her presence until she herself made it known.
But now she did, hooking her knees around the bar of the streetlamp she was previously crouched on and swinging upside down, with her arms stretching down just far enough that her fingers brush the top of Wind's white hair. "Uncle Arjen has told me to tell you that he's running a little late," she chimes down in her sweet voice. "But he should be back by tomorrow morning." She smiles down at them in her disarming, but mischevious, way. |
| Qesun | Qesun looks over at Crystal, and then at Ryan and Wind. Then back and forth once more. "I think it's for you," the foxcoon said to Ryan and Wind. "Of course, now for why I'm here. I heard you all were looking for help. All I need to know is where the applications are," he says to Ryan and Wind. |
| Ryan | "Talking
to me? I have no idea who Uncle Arjen is," Ryan said, dumbfounded.
"But I do recognize you..." He shoved a finger in Crystal's direction.
"K-Kris... Kristen? Kaitlyn?"
After tossing other names in his head, Ryan gave up and turned to Qesun. "Are you older then twelve? Cuz if you are, you probably don't have to bother with applications. I'm sure at this point, the head of the police force will take anyone willing. Except me..." |
| Qesun | Qesun snickers and shakes his head before looking over at Ryan. "Son, I'm 35, so I don't think I need to worry about that age limit. Sounds like ya'll really are needin' some help. The name's Qesun. Qesun Vendak. I guess all I need to do is talk to the person leading this place to get in, from the sound of things. Is that person here right now?" Qesun says, no longer paying much attention to crystal, though he does take a mental note of what she had said. |
| Antipode | "Crystal," she smirks and pokes Ryan in the shoulder. "Age limit for what?" she eavesdrops. "The police force? Uncle Arjen said I could be an assistant deputy if I wanted, but that sounds dumb and boring. If I wanted to help out, I'd do it anyway. I don't need anybody saying it's okay." |
| mangakid01 | thorn glared
down at the 4 stooges and snicered.he had a long black treanch cote on and
a black hat as well.it hid his cybernetic arm and legs but his eye was defencless.the
echidna turned"i think its time to join the others nina"
nina stood up.she was a folf and proud of it.she wor a white long sleeve shirt with cuts at the shoulders and baggy pants that swayed when sh walked.her bright green eyes stood out clearly with her blue fur."right then lets go" thorn picked her up in his arms and jumped off the building roof and landed on one foot without loosing his balance across the street from the backery |
| Ryan | Ryan nodded,
satisfied.
"Waitaminute," Ryan exploded. "Who's 'Uncle Arjen?' You keep saying 'Uncle Arjen.'" |
| mangakid01 | ninas ears perced up at that Arjen!?" |
| Antipode | "Arjen..." Crys replies to Ryan. "My uncle, the guy in charge of everything. He'd probably be mayor, if there was enough of a city here to need a mayor." She frowns and glances at the dirty street. "Oh, you probably know him as Antipode. He's silly like that, he likes his nickname more." She smiles. |
| Wind | "Arjen?
There's a name you don't hear too often."
Wind grinned and swatted Crystal's playful hand away. His gray matter began to move, playing a little word game in his skull. 'Arjen? Barjen? Barge in? Barge into homes?' "Hm, he doesn't seem like the kind of mayor to barge into people's homes without a permit. Anyway looks like we've got a chance to take five till morning. Who's up for pizza?" |
| Ryan | "Pizza? Apples. Give me two or three, and I'll be good," Ryan nodded. "But what about this bakery thing?" |
| Antipode | The sun
set behind the cityscape, dropping the world into darkness. The street lamps
flickered on one by one, providing light to the areas of city where power
was restored -- the main industrial areas, the business district, and a
large portion of the residential housing (the housing was free to anyone
working at city defence or the rebuilding efforts, which was pretty much
everyone that was still around). Those enrolled in the SCPD and the other
individuals involved in this adventure got some sleep after the bakery incident
and returned to the SCPD station bright and early the next morning.
Crystal-chan was there, not taking the lead but acting as an extra pair of eyes and ears in her uncle's absence. She sits in a high-legged chair in the corner of the station and swings her legs, blinking her bright green eyes at anything and everything around. The table was empty. It was the first morning in which they had no donuts. |
| Wind | The
front door slammed open as Wind came in, eyes half closed. He had a comb
stuck in his bushel of hair and a sausage and egg sandwich stuffed in his
mouth. Shuffling his feet along he made his way over to the table and promptly
collapsed, chewing his sandwich. Once the artery clogging meal was down
he blearily peered over at Crystal
"Hey, Mini-Nyte, where's everyone else?" |
| Antipode | Crys pouts
at the moniker. "No one else is here yet. Lazy
sods." She hops off the chair and begins pacing the small central room of the police station. "It's already..." -she looks at her watch- "...half past five! How does anyone expect to get anything done around here with that sort of work ethic?" She crosses her little arms and grumps cutely. |
| Ryan | Ryan
trodded in, munching on a shiny red apple. Stopping at the door he glanced
at Crystal, and then back at the door as it was open. He shrugged and slammed
it shut, taking his seat next to Wind.
"Who else is coming?" |
| Fireball | The door
slid back open, and in walked another figure.
Sleek, bronzen, quite tall, sunglasses despite the lack of light, athletes' trainers, white inventory gloves... I know what you're all thinking, but no, the figure who entered was a fox. He looked over the gang who had gathered, sized them up just a little, subtely, then walked to the back of the room, to a water cooler that was practically empty, no one had been bringing new water, and helped himself to a glass. He took a long gulp and downed the whole drink in one go, then let out a satisfied sigh. He placed the empty cup upside down on top of the cooler, swaggered back to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall. Anyone giving him odd looks was dutifully ignored, as he took a small rubber ball from his inventory gloves and bounced it off the floor. Bounce and catch. Bounce and catch. He looked at them expectantly. Evidently he didn't feel it was necessary to introduce himself, or explain why he was there. But rather he felt it was everyone elses responsibility to suss it out. |
| Antipode | "Oi," Crystal finally says after a long silence, "who're you? I'm afraid this place is for enrolled Defence agents only, so unless you're gonna join you'll have to leave." She tried to make her little voice sound important, which didn't really work too well with that pouty look on her face. |
| Fireball | The seed
of a smirk took root across his face, and like a speeded up nature film,
it grew and budded into a full-blown smile.
"Thanks, honey, for that. You can put me down as officially joined up then." His voice positivley dripped with a honey warmness: a bit smug, a bit know-it-all, but mostly just good humour and a calm confidence. His teeth were almost sparklingly, and you can't help but notice, pretty darn sharp too. |
| Antipode | The
little girl squint and looks him over, as if sizing him up for the job like
it was she who made recruiting decisions. "Well,
there's a stack of applications over there on the table. All you have to
do is fill one out, nobody ever gets rejected." She thinks a
moment, then giggles. "Except Ryan, but he's
a noob."*
Crystal hops up on the stool again and swings her legs. "My uncle Arjen should be back any time now to tell us what he found out about the bakery explosion. Then we can get down to business."
|
| Fireball | He looked
exasperated.
"Jeez, you people and your forms and your waiting. No wonder this city is still in a shambles! I bet if the old mayor was still in charge this place would be good as new by now. You think we sat around in a barely-functioning police station when Justice Mk II attacked? No, we bloody well got out there and kicked his ass!" His hands now waved with passion and impatience. "Listen, we all know this isn't a case of simple arson. I can't be the only one here with sources. Someone is here that shouldn't be here, someone did this. So let's get out there, find him, and kick his-slash-her ass!" |
| Antipode | Crystal glares and hops off the stool again, planting her feet and crossing her arms and staring him down. Her formally cute and tinny little voice takes on a darker, sinister edge. "Look, you ridiculous bastard! If you've got so many bright ideas then you should be out there using them instead of wasting our time and yours hanging around here acting like a bloody vigilante know-it-all! If you don't fancy being part of a team, that's your problem, but the rest of us believe in cooperation, and we're going to wait here for our leader to get back so we can plan our next move. There's the form, and there's the door, now pick one!" |
| Wind | "Oof...."
Wind tore the comb out of his mussy hair, taking a few hairs with it. He winced slightly and made himself comfortable on the table "If you two are done I'd like to skip the paddling part of the initiation and get down to business. Let's get started since we've got a decent number here already." |
| Fireball | The
fox growled almost audibly at her, but his better nature told him fighting
with people who are on your side was probably not the best idea. He took
Wind's advice, and relaxed his muscles, returning to his position leaning
against the wall, looking decidedly bored.
"That's a great idea, I'm sure we can at least start without the fearless leader here... So who wants to kick us off, what do we know?" |
| Ryan | Ryan's eyes
darted back and forth as the fox and Crystal had their battle with words.
He was getting nervous, fearing that a fight would start. The hedgehog didn't
even care that Crystal called him a noob.
Clearing his throat, Ryan agreed with Wind. "I think we should start too. I didn't get up this early for nothing." |
| Antipode | Crystal
grumps dourly. No one ever took her seriously, probably because of her age,
she thinks. She thought about asserting again that they can't do anything
until her uncle got back, since he was the one with the information, but
no one would listen to her anyway. She looked up as she heard the door to
the station opened, and her tail flicked lightly at the end as her mother
entered.
Jewel Timothius was looking as sour as her daughter -- but for her, that was normal. She had spent the night in the sewers, trying to find some peace and quiet and instead meeting more people wanting to kill her. She looks around the room, to each person sitting there, ending with Crys. "He's not back yet." It wasn't a question. Crystal shakes her head. "Bloody hell." She sighs heavily and drops into a chair around the table. First he abandons me alone in this city and then abandons his team after an incident. Not much of a leader, are you, Arjen? She closes her eyes and sinks into a light meditation, trying to make up for the rest she didn't get underground, and waiting for Antipode to finally show up. |
| Ryan | Ryan's mind was whirling as yet another stranger walked in. His patience was being tested. "If we can't start without Antipode, then why are we here so early?" |
| Wind | 'Why,
getting up early puts hair on your chest of course."
The elf broke into a big grin and playfully punched Ryan's arm "Come on, don't you want to grow up to be big and hairy?" |
| Ryan | Ryan squinted
at Wind, patting his arm. "I'm sure I have more hair on my body then
you, Wind," he grumbled.
The hedgehog turned to the fox who had a certain familiarity about him. "So who're you?" |
| Kyra | With
a groan, Kyra slams her fist against her alarm clock, smashing the whirring
gears and gizmos into fragments of shattered machinery.
She shuffled around her small apartment room, taking a 10 minute cold shower and throwing on a pair of crisp, clean clothes. After a cup of strong-brewed coffee, half still held in her hand in a travel mug, she threw on a cloak and slung a bag over her shoulder, quickly traversing the three miles to work with her zombie stagger. The only sign she showed of noticing the others as she walked into the close-quarters of the station was a slight nod towards Fireball. Somewhere, from a long while ago, perhaps before before the acid rain, maybe even before the fallout, she had seen him, though was never properly intorduced. She questioned not his presence at the place, but glad of another helping hand. She hopped up on top of a random desk, apparently making herself at home as she finished off her morning stimulant. " Mmmm...Mornin' everyone. " |
| Fireball | The fox
gave Ryan a confused look, as if he didn't understand the question, then
a sort of realisation as he opened his mouth to respond.
Before he could though, he was distracted by the newcomers. There was an obvious recognition of Jewel, and he nodded in reply to Kyra. He responded to her with a hint of dry sarcasm. "Morning, Sunshine." He took out his ball again and bounced it repeatedly to salve his impatience. |
| Antipode | "Okay,
sorry to keep you waiting, everyone..."
The door opens and Antipode finds his way inside. He moves slightly sluggishly,
very uncharacteristic of him, like he hasn't found any time to rest in the
past twenty-four hours. He braces his arms against the table and leans on
it, looking around to everyone in the room. "I've
done some investigation into what happened last night, and you probably
won't like what I have to-" He stops, blinks, and looks up to the fox in the corner. "What the crap are you doing here? No, don't look at me like that. You may have changed your appearance, but your mind still feels the same." He smirks. "Not to mention the smell." |
| Fireball | Pretending
to look hurt, but he can't help but smile.
"Antipode? You're the f***ing mayor? Oh my god, hows the worlds dullest adventuror doing?" He moves from his spot on the wall and extends his hand forward for a handshake. Its probably the first time he's shown much emotion today. |
| Ryan | "No way!" Ryan exclaimed, bolting form his chair and intercepting the hand meant for Antipode. He grasped Fireball's hand, shaking it wildly. "Fireball! Is it really you?" |
| Antipode | "It's
a solid gig,"
he laughs and punches him in the shoulder lightly. "Most
of the time, it's pretty quiet, too, but now we've got bakeries exploding
and crap. Which is the purpose of the meeting, and Crys dragged you out
here this early, I guess we should get started." He sits in a chair heavily and takes a deep breath. "The man who destroyed the bakery is a powerful psychic; a hedgehog by the looks of him, so probably a Chaos-user. He drained my energy by making me chase him, then turned around and confronted me. His power is like nothing I've ever seen, and the only reason he kept me alive is so I could tell all of you this, by the looks of it. He seems convinced that by destroying the city he can make himself stronger, and promised he'd come back soon, after we've had a chance to strengthen our defenses. He probably thinks it's some kind of game..." He glances down at the table and blinks. "I won't lie to any of you, this is one of the most powerful entities I've ever encountered. But I'm confidant that by working together we can be ready by the time he shows himself. Any thoughts about the situation?" |
| Wind | The
gears in Wind's sleepy noggin slowly turned as he scratched at his stubble.
Who ever came up with the idea of a 5 AM meeting that required deep thought
needed to be dragged into the street and shot.
"Obviously none of us can take this entity mano a mano and live. Any thoughts as to how we could take him down? It can be as simple as yelling 'Get him!' and jumping him." |
| Fireball | Fireball
smiles, giggling to himself over the excitement shown by Ryan.
"Yeah, it's me, Kiddo. Good to see you too, glad you're not dead yet." His smile faded a little as the mood turned serious. The line "one of the most powerful entities I've ever encountered" hit hard. He didn't think this was an exaggeration. "What about guns? Psychic powers, Chaos energy, maybe he /she/it just needs a bullet in the head." |
| Antipode | "I won't rule out anything as impossible," he replied, "but this guy can move. If you think you can snipe him, we'll figure that into an available plan. What I don't want is for all of us to rush into this thing unprepared and get wiped out one by one, so we'll have to work together. Anyone else have a suggestion?" |
| Kyra | Kyra, uttered
a yawn again, then replied with a sleep-filled voice, "Well,
we know a motive, right? Destroy the city, become more powerful....I mean,
I guess it’s not quite a ‘motive’ per-say, but it’s
just one reason, out of what could be several to choose this city." “The explosion of the bakery...that hit all of us pretty hard, right? Not really expected, but most, if not all of us loved the place. Maybe, this guy has a personal issue to pick with someone of the city, maybe more than someone. Quite possibly all of us, maybe just for living here.” Even she could tell that her train of thought wasn’t exactly all the way on the tracks, but, hey, it was an idea, right? “Maybe
if we can find out some more details about said ‘entity’,
it could make things easier.” |
| Ryan | "Well,"
Ryan begain, taking his seat, "can this guy read minds? If he can,
then how do we surprise him? And how do we know that he's not here already?"
The youngster nudged Wind. "Wouldn't that rock if his weakness was fire?" |
| Fireball | Fireball
went back to bouncing his ball absent-mindedly. He was clearly deep in thought,
however.
"What we DO know is that we don't know enough. Who's our best tracker? We should hunt this guy down, and if we're not ready for an assualt then recon." He looks around the room. Tracker? Who was he kidding. "Okay, okay. Let's say the catgirl is right. You guys playing Cops loved that place, from what I can tell from all the empty doughnut boxes, so he's targeting you... or us." For a moment he wonders whether he should include himself in the group or not, then figures its not important enough to consider. "So why not just blow up this building?.... Should we be thinking this place could be the next target? Can anyone think of another potential target?" |
| Ryan | Ryan
replied, "I think this guy is just picking random targets. Even though
we liked the bakery, it really wasn't that..." he paused to clear
his throat, "...important to the city, was it?" Ryan thought for a moment, hoping that he didn't sound too inconciderate. "The bakery was innocent, but everyone loved it. It's almost like this guy is trying to pull everyone together against him. Maybe he's just in it to test his powers." He shrugged, slouching back in his chair. "We don't even know what he used to blow the bakery up, do we?" |
| Wind | "Heh,
it'd be too easy if his weakness was fire. Who knows, maybe it is that easy."
Wind yawned, doing his best to keep up. His long ears twitched as he listened
to the exchange of thoughts and air
"Hm, has anyone gone to check the bakery once the fire was out? It may just be ashes, but that's all we need to figure out how he blew the place up." |
| Antipode | Antipode
nods. "That, and we need to keep a constant patrol
out, even higher alert than before. We're going to need someone stationed
at every corner of the city at all times: the north residential districts,
the Business District around the Tower, the Industrial District on the west,
and even the South District, though there's no one there but the dirtdiggers,
they need to be watched after, too. If we can get some people dedicated
to that, the rest of us can focus on analyzing the bakery.
"Is Syndrome not back yet?" he turns to ask Wind. "It's strange she wouldn't be here. Make sure to tell her everything when you see her, Wind. We really need her help on this one, she's one of the few people I really depend on here." He looked up to the crimson fox. "I know you're just coming back and everything, man, but we need all the help we can get. How 'bout it, FB?"
|
| Fireball | The name
'Syndrome' invokes quite a reaction. Syndrome's alive and well? Why isn't
she here, is something wrong?... Why would Wind know where she was?
He decided to play it cool, and didn't say anything out loud. Instead focusing on Antipode's question. "Echidna, please, you ever known me to turn down an adventure? I say we split up. You head down the bakery and do the 'Scooby-Doo-look-for-clues' thing. I'll do a sweep of the city, make sure everything's OK, see if we can find anything suspicious." He turns to the others. "I may not have quite the speed that I used to but... can anyone can keep up with me?" |
| Ryan | Yeah,
where was Syndrome at anyway? She like, disappeared into nowhere.
And what was this? Fireball lost some speed. Ryan smirked to himself then, promising Fireball that they'd have a race in the future. "Mister Antipode, is it okay if I go with you to the bakery? I think I can help out with cause the explosion." |
| Antipode | Antipode
nods. "All right. Ryan, work with Fire Marshal
Haynes, you're our official representative during the investigation. I'll
be here if you need anything, but I need to oversee everything that's going
on right now. Jewel, if you wouldn't mind helping out in the bakery, too,
I'm sure they could use your alchemical analysis." Jewel nods slowly, but makes no further reaction to her assignment, her green eyes deep and emotionless. "Dear Mister Fahrenheit, if you wouldn't mind keeping watch over the factories in the Industrial District? We don't need any of our plants exploding, we just got those things back up. Wind, Syn was last seen on the outskirts of the southeast slums, so I hope you don't mind checking that area out. The Business District could use some eyes. Crystal-" The little girl's ears prick as she looks up. "Nyu?" "-work with Kyra on that. It's a lot of ground to cover, so I hope you're up to it." Crystal's big green eyes blink as she smiles. "No problem, Uncle!" |
| Wind | The
elf stared blankly, Pode's words crawling into his ear and leasurily registering
in his brain. His pointed ears twitched and perked up as his comprehension
skills finally kicked in.
"...huh? Oh, Syn...haha, yeah, I was wondering why I hadn't heard from her. That'd explain why she wasn't home when I brought breakfast this morn'." He shook his head and made a bee line for the coffee pot. After pouring a generous portion into a hefty mug and downing it in one gulp Wind was good to go "Then if no one wants any souvenirs from the south-east district I'll be off. Later days all." Wind waved behind him as he dragged himself out the door, still yawning. Oye, it would still be a good half hour before the caffine was in his veins. |
| Kyra | At the mention
of her name, Kyra looks up, as if woken up from an open-eyes dose. She nods
in reguards to her assignment area, glad that she would have another pair
of eyes with her to search the district. "So, other than things that are....out of the ordinary, what exactly are we looking for? " She gathers her bags in her arms sluggishly, stiffling a yawn as she stood up. |
| Antipode | "You're keeping eyes out for him, specifically. I have a feeling he won't be going after any more buildings, that was just to get our attention. Next he'll be going after us. You see anything -- anything at all -- you call back to the station. We need everyone together when he comes back, going at this alone will be stupid." |
| Fireball | Fireball
made a mental note to ask later why Wynd and Syn would be having breakfast
together. In the meantime he had more urgent matters to draw his attention.
"Industrial District babysitting, fair enough. If you're gonna hang around here, Evangel, might as well see if Mulligan had a record at all, anything that might make him a target. Probably won't get us anywhere but its worth a shot," he took a quick look around. "That's if there are any working computers around here." He tossed the group a lazy salute and headed for the door. There was a bronze blur and he was gone. |
| Ryan | The
hedgehog hopped off his chair. "Well, I guess I'll meet you at the
bakery," he nods to Jewel.
Not a moment later, Ryan was gone from the station, and inspecting the ashes of the bakery. Not only that, but he was notifying in what manner the debris lay in order to find out where the explosion came from. Was it from the inside, or the outside? He looked for things like that, as well as body parts. |
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