Fandom A Bizzare Day!

[Squad141]

The morning air flowing and bending through the streets of Brookhaven was crisp and fresh, with spring finally started and the colder, rainier weather left behind. For most people, it was a normal Saturday morning, full of sleeping in, eating a hearty breakfast, watch Saturday-morning television, and lounging around in their Pajamas. But for a large amount of citizens, comparably almost an entire half of the town, were on Mariah Road, where the newest addition to the contents of the small town were being built and finished. It was a new day, but unlike the attitude of many of the patrons waiting for the opening ceremony of the museum, optimism would not be the overall flavor of the following days, weeks, and possibly months.

The Speedwagon Foundation, one of the many leading companies in research, scientific development, archaeology, and other high-end industries, had decided that having a museum in a popular city or tourist trap, because if that got shut down or lost popularity, the visitors would as well. Instead, they approached the city council of Brookhaven for their new residence, and the town welcomed them with open arms. This is because of different opinions of course, with some thinking it would boost business for their local spots, some because it would make the town as a whole more lively, and some even just because Brookhaven could be exceptionally boring sometimes. But as a group, nobody objected to the new spot in town. Now, it stood proud in front of a very large crowd, waiting for its maw to be opened and filled, and enrich with the knowledge it held within.

The front entrance had two large, quartz pillars on either side, giving the entrance alone a sense of grandeur. The exterior of the museum had architectural inspiration from around the globe, taking the theme of the many discoveries it held in its walls to its outward appearance. The top looked like the U.S. Capital building, with one side looking like it was brick and mortar, and the other made of intricately stained glass that had French-stylings presented upon it. This by itself was enough to bring in a gaggle of tourists from out of town, but surprisingly, most of the people there were townsfolk.

The security detail was tight, but not government-tight. Besides, who would sabotage or rob a museum this popular on its opening day, with the police force being the security guards until the real deal could make it there from the nearby cities. The police station was fine with it anyways, as not much happened that required their full power in Brookhaven. A large red ribbon was there first guard, with the main lobby of the museum jam-packed full of people ready to see the main feature: the Extranatural History exhibit, of which the ribbon currently guarded.

"Welcome, everyone!" said a booming voice. Looking up to the blocked-off hallway, citizens could see a makeshift pedestal with a very non-threatening man speaking in a threatening voice.

"To the Museum of the Interesting and Extranatural! And what we don't have in quantity, with new exhibits still being brought in from around the globe, we are proud to say that our first one, the Hall of History, will be a delight for our opening ceremony! With information about the mystical Ghost Arrows, or the tragedies of the shattered Stone Masks, or even the database on the ancient art of sunlight breathing!"

However, there was more than what seemed to be a normal opening. In the backroom, a staff member, a janitor, lay on the floor unconscious. Several people wearing masks ran about the place, like an organized group of ants running for their Queen. But the speech continued, unaware of the fate the viewers had in store for them...

 

[Xcelgamer]

Harumaki wasn't a normal person she was up early, she started with push-ups, sit ups and pull ups Saturday was her only day off and even then it was more like she was an undercover cop. Refusing to let people get her on her watch. After the early morning work-out she stopped to watch some old anime as she ate breakfast, her apartment while small seemed to always be cleaner than when she arrived. After getting showered and dressed in her casual clothes she walked out the door and onto one destination.

As she reached the entrance of the museum she whistled to herself "Quite fancy" She said to herself, while she looked at it with a lot of grandeur she was a bit angry, she wasn't chosen to be part of the guard detail, sure if she did she would have worked too many hours this week and her superiors didn't want to do that extra paperwork but this was her city and she wanted to help protect anything new within it. That's why she had decided to attend today, wanting to help in anyway as she was in the crowd her eyes darted back and forth looking at them and the guards.

The guards were her friends so she didn't have much to worry about from them, she just couldn't shake the feeling stuff was going to go wrong although that might just be her worrying too much which could be true and more than likely she had stopped in the hallway with everyone else. She was broken away from her thoughts at the loud booming voice "Hmm interesting, this is an interesting place, although I do wonder exactly how much is "Extranatural", oh well truth or not that's not what I have to worry about" She said to herself calmly. As her worry grew, she sub-consciously went to hold onto air expecting her swords "Right, day off" she said resorting to tapping her fingers against her legs instead

 

[Aleph Null]

Jax rose up from his bed like a zombie out of a grave, struggling to make even a single coherent thought as he stretched an arm out to turn off his blaring alarm. He sat there in utter silence for a few moments before throwing his feet over the side of the bed and rising up. He made his way to the small kitchenette inside the dorm room and cooked up his own rudimentary breakfast, and seeing as he was the only in the dorm when he woke up he had sneaking suspicion that his roommates had gotten hungover in a party somewhere like they almost always do on a Friday night.

What should I do today? Jax thought, I could always just go to Digital Jungle or the university library to catch up on some reading. He sat there for a couple of minutes thinking out what would be the best course of action for take today, while both options did sound appealing he wanted to try out something different today. It was then when he remembered that a new museum was going to open today and it wasn't that far off from the University, it wouldn't hurt to go have a look and he was sure there was bound to be something interesting exhibits there.

Having made up his mind, Jax quickly finished eating his breakfast and went on to go take a shower and got ready to head out the museum deciding the spot his signature bright red and grey cargo pants. He carefully reached out and turned the door knob, sighing in relief as he did so seeing as the door didn't get frozen shut this time and began walking to museum. When he arrived he had made it just in time to hear a loud booming voice welcome everyone to the Museum of the Interesting and Extranatural. What a bizarre name, he thought.

 

[Roxasarass]

Michael 'Mori' Moriarty
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Mornings were always uneventful.

Michael Moriarty wakes up on this Saturday morning feeling like nothing. The annoyance that is the alarm stops when he reaches to turn it off. Waking up has never felt great. The first thing he does is stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, contemplating why his body had decided to wake him up in the first place before he goes on with his morning routine. For breakfast, he cooks himself scrambled eggs on toast to go alongside his coffee. After getting fueled up for the day, he heads out for a morning run. Once that was over, Mori took a shower and got himself ready for work.

Unfortunately, he got asked to be apart of the security detail for the new museum opening up today as one of the people supposed to be there got into a car accident and he just so happened to be available. They probably just didn't want him around. Figures. On the plus side, he gets a chance to look at the exhibits and not be surrounded by a bunch of idiots who don't like him. Though in return he has to look over a crowd of people and he does not do crowds. At least it won't be as boring as sitting all day waiting for a case to come by.

Mori stood there in full uniform, quietly listening to the opening speech. Sunlight breathing? What kind of breathing is that? Sounded stupid. What would sunlight breathing even entail? Though now that he was actually paying attention, the other stuff sounded like supernatural garbage too. Ghost Arrows? A mysterious Stone Mask? It intrigued him a little bit, but everyone knows that kind of stuff doesn't actually exist. Next thing they'll say that vampires and evil spirits exist, he thought. But alas, he stands here to guard these exhibits, not to criticize their legitimacy.

 

[Feywild]

Routine was what Mira thrived under. Every morning she woke up and did her morning stretches, went out for her morning run, then showered and blow dried her hair. Today wasn’t any different. Her breakfast was kept simple as she got ready for the day, being a fruit smoothie that she finished before leaving in some casual attire. Staying in Brookhaven had been a treat so far. Some people would say it was boring, but the town had a serene peace to it that Mira was growing fond of despite not experiencing it for long. It was nice to not be recognised and not feeling watched when she was out. Sure, she barely knew anyone here, but that wasn’t a bad thing. She’d came to town a month before the museum opening and it hadn’t been her intention for staying in Brookhaven to simply see it. But now that it was actually happening, Mira couldn’t help but feel curious about the ‘Extranatural’ part.

Arriving at the museum was surprising. Outside of it was the largest crowd she’d seen gathered in the town. She wondered how many were tourists intrigued about the towns new destination, Mira certainly was. Shifting herself through the crowd to get closer to the front, Mira stared idly at the man who was presenting the museum. Whatever this sunlight breathing was sounded interesting. Mira wondered if it was like other breathing techniques but just older, or maybe it was just a gimmick. Regardless of whatever these lucrative attractions were, Mira knew of the Speedwagon Foundation and couldn’t help but be interested by their mere presence in town alone. She doubted the credibility of their exhibitions, but she wouldn’t be swayed away from inspecting them.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Ezra got up, stretched, and yawned. He definitely was NOT a morning person. But appearances needed to be kept up and he needed to get to work. Quickly washing up and dressing, Ezra moved to the kitchen of his condo. He'd gotten this place dirt-cheap due to the fact it'd cost more to fix it up than get a new place, but his Stand had made refurbishing it easy and lowered the cost to where he'd make a profit if he ever decided to sell it. Ezra had considered going into house-flipping, but it seemed way too risky a business.

Once in the kitchen Ezra pulled out eggs, cheese, onions, milk, and a pack of bacon along with 3 small frying pans. Closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath, Ezra began. He and his Stand flashed into motion at once, Carpenters moving the eggshells from around the inside so they cracked into the bowl without any shell attached as Ezra began whisking them with the milk. Once they were beaten, Carpenters diced the onions while Ezra shredded the cheese. Placing the bacon and onions into separate frying pans Ezra plopped a slice of butter into the third pan, adding the eggs once it was hot enough. When the bottom of the omelette to be had set Ezra layered in the onion and cheese before flipping the side to finish cooking. The bacon finished cooking just as the omelette was completed and Ezra placed both of them on a plate and brought it to his desk to eat after putting the dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned.

Ezra checked his inbox while he ate his delicious breakfast, momentarily distracted by how well it had come out. He'd gotten the hang of using his Stand to help cook a few years ago but it was still impressive how much of a difference its abilities and precision made. After finishing his meal Ezra saw he had 3 new emails. One from a potential client, one a reminder of when his latest client would be arriving to pick up their car (they'd had extensive superficial damage to the left side they'd wanted repaired and Ezra was well-known as a miracle worker who worked cheaper than any other repair shop), and the third was about the new museum that had opened. Ezra decided he'd visit it after work and then have dinner at Red Robin, he felt like treating himself.

Ezra though about his repair shop. Mr. Fixit was THE repair shop and ever since Ezra had taken it over after his father retired the reputation had only gotten better. Cars, appliances, toys, you name it Mr. Fixit would have it good as new. Eventually. Ezra had realized he couldn't just instantly refurbish whatever was brought in, that'd raise way too many questions and lower the number of hours he could bill for. So with each job he figured out how long it'd take to fix the item in question normally and then spread out the repairs over that time period. He even kept a record on his phone of how long each job should take to ensure he kept things straight. One could never be too careful.

Ezra checked the time. It was 7:30, he had time to make it to the museum before the exhibit started.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

"I still can't believe the Speedwagon Foundation are using flowers from MY shop for their grand opening. This ceremony could be the thing that gets me on the map in the world of florists. We could be getting orders from all over!" said a smiling young woman with a basket full of flowers in her arms. Irene Dermod was always an optimistic person, always looking on the brighter side of things. "Uhuh.........." said her brother August as his voice seemed to trail off. In the entrance-hall to the museum, August and his big sister had been tasked with setting up a nice floral arrangement for the opening day. While Irene went on about how excited she was about people seeing her decorations, August noticed something interesting directly behind him. It was a vending machine, a vending machine with foreign snacks. Irene's voice seemed to blur into the background as August wandered over to the vending machine. August had only seen snacks like these online. Liq'Rice? Dooritos? Squattles? Everything in this metal box was calling to August. Taking out his wallet, he placed a couple of coins in the machine and pressed the provided combination for Squattles. The hand-sized packet moved forward on its shelf spot before stopping completely. August pressed his face against the glass and tried to WILL it to fall down. Nothing happened and August was overcome with immense disappointment.

"Hey are you listening, Aug? We're almost done here, you can play with the vending machine LATER" said a stern Iri as she got off her ladder and picked up a basket of floral decorations. Walking off with the ladder over her shoulder, she beckoned August to follow. August went to follow her but kept glancing back at his Squattles. What if the museum opened before he could come back? Then he'd have to wait EVEN LONGER for his snack. No, that was simply impossible for August to do. Someone could also steal it while he's gone. As soon as Iri was out of sight, August walked back over to the machine. Staring intently at the machine again, a spectral hand flew out from his body and struck the side of the vending machine. The entire metallic box wobbled around for a few seconds. Then the packet of Squattles fell down, where August quickly collected them. Opening the packet and sampling one, August savored his prize. "Huh....sour....." was all he said before running off after his sister.

 

[Squad141]

The clock tower near the center of town chimes as the hand reaches the number eight, booming the appropriate amount of time and alerting the opening staff, as the man who had been speaking returned to the podium. The crowd quieted slightly, but excited whispers, adjusting of ties, checking of watches, and impatient shoe taps filled the lobby as a pair of scissors were brought out before the long, red ribbon blocking the closed wooden doors leading to the exhibit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now eight o' clock in the morning, and that means that your patience shall now be awarded!"

A gasp escaped many lips as someone picked up the scissors and stood, ready to cut the ribbon, as all eyes returned to the announcer.

"Thank you for your support, appreciation, and attendance to our very own opening ceremony! The Speedwagon Foundation would like to thank not only you, but your police department, the local businesses, and the town as a whole itself! We now present, the Extranatural Histor-"

The mans voice, as well as all other noise was cut off by another sound coming from within the closed doors. The ribbon had been cut, but nobody had moved.

The sound had been a gunshot.

Another loud sound, this being the front door slamming to a close, jumpstarted the worried glances and stern faces of the crowd, as well as the staff.
This was all cut-off, of course, when a group of people wearing black masks, black clothes, and holding guns kicked open the doors into the exhibit, entering the lobby with their weapons raised.

"Nobody move, or five of you die," said one of the figures in a brisk voice that could be either sex.
The black figures flooded in from the exhibit hall, surrounding the crowd and checking a few of them on the borders like airport security. One of them, the one who appeared to have led the charge, led the podium announcer down softly with the bluntness of a steel handgun, and took the microphone down with him.

The security detail was helpless too, as they'd been unable to obtain their weapons in time before the risk of risking innocent lives came into play. They were also in the midst of the crowd, with their hands held high.

One of the masked figures whispered to the head, and motioned towards a case that they had brought with them. The leader nodded, and spoke into the microphone.

"Listen up, Brookhaven. As you can probably tell, we've already won, and most of the exhibits here are now ours to keep. But, before we leave, we want to make things a little more exciting. If anyone flinches, it's going to be the last sensation that reaches the nerves in your fingers."

A few of the black figures got out what appeared to be... bows? Many in the mass of citizens were more confused than anything else, until large, golden arrows emerged alongside the wooden weapons, ending with cold, sharp-looking steel tips.

And before anyone could do anything, they were shot into the crowd, one by one, piercing skin as people screamed and children cried. They hit hearts, and eyes, and even mouths, including the bodies of two police officers, one shorter than most and one sterner than most, and a woman with a somewhat prominent modeling degree, as well as many other miscellaneous citizens of varying age and size.

People were dying.

Gravitational Force Gaius Danius Griinia Xcelgamer Feywild Aleph Null Roxasarass ​

 

[Xcelgamer]

It happened suddenly, even of she was a part of the security detail, she wouldn't have been fast enough to get her weapon out and so she had to put her hands up like everyone else in the crowd and she hated the fact that she had lost already. She watched the people in black surround everyone "Damn it this is already pissing me off. How can help people be safe?" She thought to herself, her fingers were constantly twitching lightly, her mind was racing trying to think of a way to get people out. Then as she was trying to think her way out of it, what she could only presume was the leader of the masked people spoke again, apparently they had already won and objectively they were right, the guards had been off guard and they had a room full of hostages

"Good grief this is just getting worse and worse by the minute" She thought as the people in masks pulled out bows and notched arrows into them, beginning to fire into the crowd, two of them hit her comrades and multiple other people, it had become a good old potluck which wasn't good, they were firing from all over the place, she looked around trying to figure out how to help people but the chaos was overwhelming. She turned to see two people together most likely siblings but it didn't matter, as her eyes looked from the girl to one of the masked people they had trained one of their arrows on her. Haru's eyes widened as she ran towards Irene and as the arrow was let loose she jumped in the way, the arrow piercing her in the back just above her heart. Before hitting the ground she coughed up a little blood and collapsed with a smile expecting herself to die. "Your welcome"

 

[Gravitational Force]

Masked...bowmen? had burst in and were firing into the crowd. Ezra knew he could use Carpenters to fix anyone who wasn't beyond repair, but first he needed to stop the archers from shooting anyone else. Calling upon Carpenters Ezra had it launch a set of chairs at the intruders before returning fire with a volley of nails from his Stand's nail gun. Unless they had Stands they wouldn't see this attack coming and since he was towards the back nearest to the stage even if they did they wouldn't immediately notice him.

While his Stand went on the attack Ezra forced himself to stay calm as he searched the crowd for the wounded and mapped out the room for ease of combat. Then he let himself slide right back into PURE RAGE at the kind of scum who'd do something like this. He needed to stay in control but that wasn't going to stop him from knowing in his bones that he needed to stop them.

It spoke to Ezra's self-control that he managed to do all this without verbally expressing his anger, but there was no sense in losing the element of surprise. And two chairs and a stream of high-velocity Stand nails would do for a start when it came to this fight.

 

[Aleph Null]

Jax was at a lost for words, how unlucky could he possibly get? Regardless of if he stay stilled or not he would most likely still get shot, the only difference being it would a bullet instead of an arrow. He watched as a cop dived in the line of fire to protect a civilian and got shot in the back with an arrow for doing so and clenched his fist in anger, what was the point of them doing all of this?

He was brought out of his thoughts by sight of chairs being flung by some yellow humanoid robot looking creature and if it wasn't for the fear of getting shot he would rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. Whatever that thing was it looked like it was trying to attack the masked bowmen and he wondered if he could use that distraction to his advantage to get some people to safety.

He stuck low to the ground and hope he wouldn't be noticed as he made his way towards the pair that included a boy and the woman the police officer had sacrificed herself to protect seeing as they were the people closest to him in distance. As much as he hated to admit it, seeing that cop put her life on the line to save just one person inspired him in a way and he wouldn't be able to stand the thought of her doing such an act just for the girl she saved to be shot with another arrow making what she did all but in vain.

 

[Squad141]

As the screams elevated, and the low ring of police sirens could be heard from the locked front doors, people scrambled to avoid the shootings, both with bullets and with the golden arrows. A table had been knocked over by the flower arrangements, allowing for two siblings try and aid a police officer with an arrow stuck in her back in peace with the carnage around them. People were running in circles, as the small number of criminals had surrounded the entirety of the large, yet-to-be-filled museum lobby.

Our focus centers on a loud clatter, as a chair seems to float up into the air from the back of the room, and just nearly misses the head honcho.

"Well, looky here, someone has the Ability!" remarks the leader, and though his mask covered his face, his expression of unsettling gleefulness shone through the plastic. "Now, which one are you...?"

A few in the crowd had stopped to watch the supposed flying chair, but returned to their frantics when a second chair flew across the room, only to apparently burn up before it could land. In the eyes of someone with similar abilities, the yellow machination flew above the back-end of the room, but the front stage had no such creature, yet the attack had been disintegrated with ease.

As the nails flew towards the stage once more, another masked figure whispered into the ear of the leader, both unworried about the impending acupuncture as the projectiles were blocked by some ghostly arm that moved extremely quick, quick enough where it was hard to discern what it even looked like.

Behind the large plastic set-up table, Irene tried her best to help with officers wounds who had saved her. She looked more than distraught, almost breaking her teeth as she clenched them to figure out how to help the young woman. The florist was on the brink of tears, both from the stress of the situation, her brother seemingly watching and not acting, and the fact that the bleeding wouldn't stop. She got so frustrated, in fact, that she pulled the arrow out of the wound altogether, as the bleeding got even worse and the young woman was even closer to death than she had been.

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[Gaius Danius Griinia]

August was in a bind, a real bind. He had never used Jumper in front of Irene or anyone else EVER. When he was a kid, he met a weird guy who also had a strange entity he could summon. His name was Jotaro Kujo, a Japanese man who was investigating something in New Zealand. It was from Mr Kujo that August learned that Jumper was a Stand. August helped Mr Kujo steal a weird stone mask from a guy who had an Automatic Stand. During their time together, Mr Kujo had made August promise not to reveal his Stand to anyone who didn't already know about Stands. Looking back on it, he probably just wanted August to be able to live comfortably without much hassle. This was why he only ever used Jumper when he knew nobody would see. Now everyone could see and even his sister was looking to him for action. August always followed his heart and did whatever felt like the most fun course of action. Yet right now, surrounded by violence and death. August couldn't feel any other emotion than irritation. He didn't want to fight, he didn't care about these guys and their stupid plans and he especially didn't like that Irene was in the midst of all this. Slipping his earphones over his ears, August began to blast his music.

Summoning Jumper, he knocked over ceramic statues and flower vases. Then with a single sweep of his leg, he kicked the shards into the air. Spinning on the spot, he struck a pose and stared down his attackers as time seemed to slow. Then with a flourish, Jumper appeared and began punching at the shards with lightning speed. Jumper was fast enough to catch bullets, wing flies and punch a stag in the time it took for the animal to begin the blinking process. "SAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYOSAYO" said Jumper as it struck every individual shard with incredible speed and precision. This activated its secondary ability, which was touch based teleportation. Whatever Jumper touched was immediately sent to wherever August could see with the momentum used to teleport it. In this case, these pieces of stone, wood and ceramic had been turned into near-lethal projectiles with all the force of bullets. Having only needed a few seconds to gauge the closest members to himself, along with their leader. August flung a barrage of sharp, pointy and deadly objects at the men who disrupted what should have been a peaceful day. HE STILL HADN'T FINISHED HIS SQUATTLES!!!

 

[Roxasarass]

Michael 'Mori' Moriarty
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'Oh, yes. Finally! Something exciting!', were the first thoughts that came to mind when everything came to shit. 'Wait, no- this is bad. Very bad.' A group of terrorists just appeared and he definitely cannot be thinking about finally having something fun to do while people might die. Mori takes a deep breath to refrain himself and observes the room. Then the criminals start taking out... bows? Why bows? That is beyond stupid! They have literal guns and they choose bows? For what? Dramatic effect? There is already enough drama from the threat of death itself. Perhaps they'll use both. He has to think fast now before they start making this a shooting range.

Looking around, he can spot one of his colleagues- he can recognize her because of how tall she is -and considers asking her for some assistance. Though that idea is shot down, much like herself, when she runs to recklessly protect a civilian and gets pierced by an arrow. An irritated sigh escapes him. This is why he dislikes most people. Getting injured like that won't do anyone good. It's admirable but foolish. With all the panic from the crowd quickly becoming a fierce annoyance, all the stupid in the room is making him stupid too. But he could use this panic to his advantage. Frantic movement can make for a good distraction.

It makes for an opportunity for him to start shooting back. His current and only somewhat viable plan is to get over to Harumaki, treating her wound- if possible -and then coordinating some kind of plan. He doesn't like admitting it but this isn't something he can handle alone. It's risky but he has no other option especially when their bows and guns are aiming for everything in sight. So he pulls out his pistol and begins making a beeline for her while shooting a few shots towards them.

An arrow pierces his side as he runs and the pain is like nothing he had felt before. He'd prepared to get shot a few times but an arrow is nothing but pain. It most likely punctured a lung and as much as he wants to pull it out, the pressure from the arrow is preventing him from further bleeding. He is not prepared to die here. He will not die here. The pain ripples through his body, further cementing the fact that he might lose his life here. Just like that. A death in vain. Cruel, just like him. But such a bullshit death isn't his style. If he's going out today, he might as well attempt to take one of them with him.

So Mori slowly raises his gun and prepares to take aim. There's a high possibility he misses, but a shot is a shot. And a shot he will take.

 

[Graystone713]

Lukas Matsuda
Shootout at the Museum of the Interesting and Extranatural

Lukas hadn't thought much of the museum. He wished he could say he had some reason for being there aside from utter boredom, but... Well, he didn't. He settled on maybe sneaking into the big press photo they'd take after the speech, and put on something loud and fast. It couldn't amp him up too hard on its own, but anything to pump up the heartbeat, right? He'd have to be going fast to jump past the guards and get in position to photobomb this, but he could maybe do it. That's when his heart dropped, stopped, rolled over and went belly-up. He saw one of the big banners, clearly displaying a "Ghost Arrow". He recognized it instantly. His mind flashed to that raving lunatic who stabbed him, so long ago. His heart went from a dead stop to a rapid, fever-pitch beat. The world slowed down. He didn't want to be here now, he had to calm the FUCK down. He almost changed tracks. Then a sound rang out, piercing through even his music. He shut it off, and saw the masked men. With Bows. And more Ghost Arrows.

"Pleasepleasepleasebeadreambeadreamjustabaddreamplease"

He was babbling now, trying to convince himself that this wasn't happening. Then he saw one of the men's hands open, loosing an arrow to move towards him. It wasn't quite matrix levels of slow motion, but he probably could've done something. Dodge, catch it, anything. Instead, he flailed and tried to brace as it moved towards his face. He ended up shoved two feet back, and the arrow clattered to the ground. He felt over the area for an injury, and felt a little nick in the plastic of his shades. The man was confused, but he only had a moment to think about it before Lukas got moving again. 60 miles an hour, almost from a standstill. A simple shoulder charge, meant to blow the robber out of the way so Lukas could run for the exit behind him. At this speed, Lukas was probably going to do way more damage than he meant to. But his system was flooded with adrenaline, and this guy was absolutely a bad guy. Lukas would get over it.

"BOOOM!!!"

Was the battle cry he went with. It was pretty weak, as battle cries go, but he had no intention of becoming a fighter, even with Sonic Boom on his side. Hell, he didn't even know what it was, and he wasn't even sure the arrows caused it. He wasn't thinking about any of that now. All he saw was the emergency exit, and the guy between him and it. He wasn't considering the other bowmen, the people in danger, or even the other people using the same power he had. He just wanted to get the guy the hell out of his way and escape this nightmare!

 

[Squad141]

As the chaos picked up, many of the arrow-wielding and gun-toting figures around the room seem to be perplexed, since unbeknownst to our main characters, they could not see the mystical abilities bestowed upon these hero's. This confusion was all for naught though, as tiny shards of glass, marble, and other transparent material appeared spontaneously with a velocity unmatched by any other, raining straight down upon the stage. Many of the criminals up-front were injured, a few now on the ground unconscious, some on the ground holding their wounds. The leader, still laughing with an unprecedented glee, held his forearm as a piece of glass stuck out of it at an unnatural angle.

"He was right after all! Who knew such a small town held such power!"

And then another sound pierces the noise, this being a bullet, this being shot from a gun, from a normal police officer named Michael, which landed dead center into the leaders thigh. This caused the psychotic man falter for a few seconds, before gaining his composure again after the police officer lost much more blood on the tiled floor.

"Alas, poor Brookhaven, for we must retreat! But worry not, fair hero's, for trouble always stalks the ones with these abilities, with these Stands! shouted the lunatic as two other figures limp-pulled him into the exhibit hall, with only a few following, the rest of the terrorists on the ground injured or fainted. The chaos was over. With a click, the front doors opened and firefighters, the entirety of the Brookhaven Police Force, and many emergency medicals ran into the lobby, treating and carrying the victims of the shootout (if it could even be called that).

Later, it would turn out that the BPD had attempted to catch the remaining criminals, but they had somehow gone up and out through the skylight of the exhibit hall.

End of Prologue...




--- Starring! ---

Aleph Null
as

Jax 'Frost' Caufield
(The Tundra)

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Gravitational Force
as

Ezra Monet
(Carpenters)

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Xcelgamer
as

Harumaki Kasumi
(You Only Live Twice)

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Gaius Danius Griinia
as

August Dermond
(Jumper)

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Roxasarass
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Michael 'Mori' Moriarty
(Death-Grips)

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Feywild
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Mira Rutherford
(Slow Hands)

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Graystone713
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Lukas 'Pastiche' Mastuda
(Sonic BOOM!)​

After the chaotic morning and the museum in a mess, the Brookhaven Hospital was packed with officers, overworked staff members, coffee-toters, and most importantly, victims. Anyone who was at the scene of the crime was there for some reason, either to heal, to see someone else, or to answer some questions from the police, since they had to stay and watch any potential witnesses. The head of the force, Officer Larnell Evins, was checking the rooms of the some of the more severe victims, include maiming or even possible surgeries, even though most of the victims were healing remarkably (and somewhat suspiciously) quickly. Another odd note was that many of the doctors there were from the Speedwagon Foundation, and though this could simply be to compensate for what happened at their location, many didn't believe so, including Evins. A part of the hospital lobby had been sectioned off, and a break room made into a makeshift interrogation room to talk to any potential witnesses and gain any information. Any officers at the scene, including those not part of the security detail, were taken in first to talk with the force.

Lukas sits in line for the interviews, having been the first one to open the doors once the chaos was over completely, and being mostly uninjured. Mira sits next to him, unaware of their similarities.

Michael sits by himself, next in line to be interrogated, holding a blanket and a cold cup of what used to be someone's caramel hot chocolate. Harumaki sat on her hospital bed, with a surprisingly good healing wound. Outside of her room sat Irene, the one whom she had saved, holding a complimentary bouquet to thank the officer for her work. Next to her sat August, having been dragged along against his will.

Ezra stands around the corner, waiting for his turn to be questioned like the few others who hadn't been injured in some miracle. Jax stands behind him.

The clock tower in town square chimes nine times. It is now 9 A.M.

 

[Aleph Null]

Jax just stood leaning against the wall with his hands firmly placed in his pockets as he patiently waited to be questioned. He was still processing everything that had taken place at the museum of the Interesting and Extranatural. Why was the museum targeted by such a group of people? Just what was so important about those arrows and what did the masked man mean when he rambled on about power and abilities... did he mean those weird humanoid entities that had made an appearance? Jax knew that the man had also referred to them by a different name but he couldn't exactly remember what... he knew that he had encountered at least two of those things and not only that but it seemed that at least one of them was being controlled by person too. The thing that interested him the most though was when one of the chairs that had been thrown literally burnt up into a crisp mid air and from the looks of it without the physical intervention of another one of those entities.


He was aware that he did have some kind of ability or curse, depending on how he chose to look at it that would generate waves of ice and snow, he remembered that one time where his door got frozen solid simply because he had reached for the door knob or the time where he had woken up feeling noticeably lighter only to find out that he turned into a living ice sculpture when he finally looked at himself in the mirror. In the case of the door, the ice that encased had simply melted into water before instantly evaporating without leaving a trace and when it came to his own icy transformation he ended up turning back to normal within seconds of freaking out at his appearance. After what happened at the museum he came to the conclusion that me may be in possession of one of these abilities the masked man had mentioned, perhaps something similar as to person who had that chair to spontaneously combust only that he was in control of ice (if he could even call it that) rather than fire. One thing he knew for sure though was that he wouldn't get any actual answers by just brainstorming.

He hesitantly reached out and tapped the shoulder of young man in front of him to get his attention. He intended to ask him if had seen anything unusual occurred following the robbery, he didn't want to straight up ask him if he saw a vaguely-human shaped creature chucking chairs a the bad guys and end up coming off as a total lunatic as when looking back at the event he realized that just about everyone seemed to have ignored the existence of those weird creatures. He also wanted to ask the kid who seemed to have one of those strange abilities of his own a few questions but Jax had suspected that he was probably with the girl the police woman had saved.

 

[Xcelgamer]

The last thing Harumaki remembered was being pulled behind a table and having the arrow she had been shot with being pulled out, in all honesty she thought she was dead for sure saving one girl which she was content with. So when she opened her eyes she was surprised to find herself in the hospital. Her eyes widened as she checked the arrow scar as she did she looked at it confused, it was basically fully healed already "...Weird, even working quickly there is no way that this should be nearly healed already" She thought to herself as she re-covered herself before she stood up. Her limbs were a bit sore from not moving and the wound hurt a little bit much less so than she expected

She dropped to the floor and started doing push ups, despite the feeling of weakness in her arms she felt her whole body was in decent condition "Hmmm, I should not be able to do this at all" After ten she started pacing, Haru couldn't help it her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute all of what happened at the museum annoyed her, it pissed her off that they struck so quickly and disappeared just as fast "Dammit, this makes no bloody sense, come on Haru think, think!" She said trying to rack her brain as she struggled to figure it all out. Either way her worried frown started to turn into a scowl "Either way they are still criminals, who attacked civilians and that's something as an office of the law cannot not abide by but until I see a doc and says I'm good to go, I can't do anything" She huffed as she crossed her arms and sat back down in the hospital bed, not expecting anyone to visit her as, her cop friends were either injured or busy trying to catch the people who did it

 

[Graystone713]

Lukas ‘Pastiche’ Matsuda
The wait is a real killer.
Interactions: Feywild

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Lukas never was good at having a poker face. Everyone could tell he was nervous. He was sweating, and though his shades hid the way his eyes kept darting from thing to thing, they couldn’t hide his tapping foot or his bouncing leg. His mind raced, just as he did through town.

These Speedwagon guys can’t be for real. They’re not cops, they don’t have the authority, right?... They’d have to be with the government or something, right?... Oh hell, aunt Helen was right, wasn’t she? Dang. I thought that conspiracy theory nonsense was all in her head! Okay, if this is a conspiracy, what happens next? Population control? Chem trails? Extra sense... uh... psychic stuff? Wait. Is Sonic Boom psychic stuff? Oh shit, oh shit, they’re gonna brainwash me! I’ll be a psychic super soldier! I mean, that’s cool in a video game, or a movie, but I got a life to live! And don’t those guys suffer super hard? I should get outta here! But... how do I do that without it being super obvious? If I use Sonic Boom, they’ll notice, right? But I can’t just walk out, they’ll stop me! Uhhhhhh. Oh no.

Lukas had been so deep, so wrapped in his paranoid thoughts, he didn’t notice his growing panic increasing his heart rate. The world slowed down. Or, to be more accurate, he sped up. His leg was moving faster than humanly possible, and the tap tap tap of the spare shoes from his backpack became the clack clack clack of Sonic Boom’s wheels. So mundane people saw his foot tapping on thin air. Did the lady next to him notice? Did he recognize her? Maybe. She was dimly familiar, like a passerby on the street. Maybe he delivered a package to her once. He didn’t know. Maybe she was in on it. He forced himself to stop tapping, to stop moving. He couldn’t attract any more attention. He had to play along until an opportunity showed up. And man was he bad at spotting those. Still, with the world moving in slow motion, he’d have a bigger window, right? He sure hoped so. Sonic Boom’s engines were revving, and he really hoped he was the only one psychic enough to hear it.

 

[Roxasarass]

Michael 'Mori' Moriarty
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The thought of having shot the leader of the shooters put a smirk on his face. While he did aim with the full intention of piercing the head, the thigh was more than enough. In fact, it might actually have been a better shot. Through the bullet wound, he could make narrowing down the amount of people who would be potential suspects a little easier. Hopefully none of the shooting victims had gotten shot in the thigh. More importantly, he found it strange how he had healed from the arrow wound so easily. He is grateful that his pain was only he was on the ground with the arrow in his side however. But wounds like that do not heal in an hour under normal circumstances.

These are not normal circumstances however. A museum opens and on the first day it gets attacked. The stranger thing is the shootout. If they were thieves, the better plan would be to simply knock out any guards on the inside and steal. Yet they publicly announced themselves and shot. And with bows and arrows at that. If he had to guess, those bows and arrows were part of the exhibit. The Ghost Arrows. Only idiots would use them as weapons when firearms could be easily accessed.

Though that does not tell him anything about the motive. The leader spoke of something about this town having people with power and... stands? Like armor stands? The latter may just be something he misheard. Well, whatever it may be, they could always interrogate the criminals they captured. Maybe they already caught all the criminals. That would be great. What excites Michael the most is finally having a case as exciting as this one. He can hardly contain his excitement! Now, he has to wait. And waiting is always boring. At least he's got a blanket and some hot chocolate that's gone cold.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Ezra was someone who valued planning ahead. He always kept his personal calendar updated and was always altering his ideas in his head as he went about his day. As a result while what had happened this morning was a huge event, it ended up not necessitating many changes to Ezra's schedule. Red Robin was likely not going to be dinner tonight since he'd be going to bed early to compensate for this morning's stress. Using Carpenters on himself too often wasn't good for him long term, although sustained use had slowed his aging. Right now though he needed to stay calm, keep himself collected, and figure out what he was going to do next.

The Stand that had intercepted Carpenters was clearly either fast or automatic so that'd be something to watch out for. Observation, deduction, and critical thinking were important tools when it came to this. Ezra had decided it was better to hang back and do what he could to help others with his Stand after the terrorists had fled. He'd then had to step back when the emergency workers had come in, but he'd done what he could. The knowledge that there were other Stand users in the town worried him, the knowledge that an unknown group with an unknown motives had apparently been trying to create more of them was even more worrying. Ezra was not someone who dealt well with not knowing what was going on. Unfortunately he also wasn't good at finding out secrets either, so he'd have to bide his time and see what happened.

Ezra was just about to go back to reading a novel on his phone when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Flinching at the unwanted physical contact, Ezra turned around to see a man a few years younger than him trying to get his attention. Releasing the tension from his body, Ezra tried to appear as friendly as he should be given the situation.
"Yes, can I help you?"
Aleph Null

 

[Feywild]

Everything that had happened felt like a numb blur. Mira could recall what had happened, but couldn’t comprehend how it had happened to her. Like others, she’d been struck by an arrow. Whilst she’d been lucky to have it be shot into her left arm, she couldn’t help but feel dread for what her future prospects could hold. All her thoughts had been occupied by was that dreaded day, the call she’d had with her agency, and the ones she blanked from her family. Perhaps she’d have stayed sat in a state of silent dread if it wasn’t for the annoyance besides her.

Narrowed eyes locked in on the foot tapper and his incessant drumming feet. The young woman stared for a few seconds, unamused by the sweaty boy besides her, before turning away and huffing. How irritating. It went on for another minute or two until Mira couldn’t bear it anymore. Glowering eyes flickered to the boy again, scrutinising the tapping thats speed just kept increasing. Was she going crazy? She swore she’d never seen anyone be able to tap their foot that fast, let alone some roller skates being allowed in a hospital and said roller skates now starting to rev. Mira waved her hand briefly in front of the strangers face. “Could you stop that please,” She stated with her tone hard as she frowned, “I don’t know who let you wear those in here but I think you should take them off.” Mira pointed now to his motorised skates.

All she’d wanted to do was get this interview over with. Mira wouldn’t deny that she was anxious and impatient to leave, sitting next to someone who seemed quite nervous by the beading sweat on his face certainly wasn’t reassuring.

Graystone713

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

August stared outside the window at the beautiful day he was missing out on. He liked to watch the clouds go by while delivering things for Mrs Peterson who ran the post office. Mrs Peterson was a nice old woman in her sixties who still ran the small town post office that had been there for generations. When August first came here, she noticed him wandering around town aimlessly. His sister wanted him to work in her shop, yet he still had an uncontrollable wanderlust. She offered him a job that let him wander around town as much as he liked, delivering items to people. Irene was a kind person, but she was INCREDIBLY pushy when push came to shove. Mrs Peterson couldn't contain her laughter as Irene dragged August away from his workplace to come here. Now he had no snacks, no view and nothing fun to look at. Everything on his phone was somehow about the attack on the Museum yesterday. August didn't want to think about the attack. It ruined what little enjoyment he got from reading his favorite web comics online. At least until he reached the end of the free content and it asked him for money. August didn't have a lot of money on hand. He spent most of what he made on food, drink and maybe games. The rest was held hostage by his sister for rent or because he'd "Spend it on something stupid". Slumping in his seat, August contemplated doing a runner.

 

[Graystone713]

Lukas ‘Pastiche’ Matsuda
Fear... Uh... Kills your brain? Whatever, I'm freakin' out!
Interactions: Feywild

Lukas really did try to calm down. He tried to rein it in. It took him a bit to register that the girl next to him was telling him to chill out. Listening to a world that was in slow-motion was hard, you know? His feet stopped tapping, but Sonic Boom kept revving. Some invisible pressure in the air kept him on edge. He assumed it was these Speedwagon guys. The security cameras were watching, and he was sure someone would come along soon. That tension had to be from them, he thought.He was wrong.

“I don’t know who let you wear those in here but I think you should take them off.”

No way. No WAY she can see Sonic Boom... Right?

His eyes darted to hers, then to her pointing finger. Pointing right at Sonic Boom. He knew he wasn't wearing mundane skates, either. Lukas's eyes went wide, the pupils near-vanished. Then, there was a blur of motion, a snap of air like the crack of a whip, and the smell of burnt rubber. In less than a second, Lukas went from sitting next to Mira to standing in front of her, finger pointing accusingly at her. Then, a blur of words.

"YUCIEM?"

He paused, forced himself to slow down, and tried a second time.

"Youseethem? YOUSEETHEM?"

He shouted, panic clearly in his voice, his heart beating dangerously fast. The world slowed further and further. This lady could see Sonic Boom. She was Psychic, she could see him, and if she hadn't noticed things were supernatural yet, the move he just pulled almost certainly belonged on the evidence pile. She knew, he knew she knew, she knew he knew she knew... Wait, that wasn't going anywhere. But... The Cameras. He'd been careful about them in the past. Tried not to get directly seen going super fast. But here he was, using his super speed in front of not only the cameras, but everyone else. Lukas wanted to run. He was going to run. He started to turn, but stopping to point at this lady he didn't really know had meant stopping. In the moments before he got momentum again, there was a chance he'd get caught... A chance that someone could stop him. Or, at least a chance that they could try.

 

[Squad141]

As the voices of patients, doctors, and visitors alike filled the halls of the Hospital, the fluorescent lights flickered in the dank hospital room with the shorter officer in it. Confusion set in her face, as she examined her wounds. The dullness of the walls, bedspread, and general décor around her really amped the grounded chaos that filled the atmosphere, though the bright pink lilies on the table next to her stood out quite a bit. They appeared to have been brought in recently, with a small envelope next to them. As the lights flickered and the small tick of the clock hanging on the wall reverbed throughout he empty space, another noise invaded the officers ears. Footsteps. She didn't know why they were so loud, but that answer was quickly met with the door to her room opening, and some four or five men entered. At the head, was a very serious-looking woman wearing an orange cardigan and holding a small iPad. Looking up, she seemed as if she had just noticed that she had entered the room at all, let alone was standing in front of another human being.
"Officer Harumaki Kasumi, I presume?" she said in a strangely solid tone, looking past Haru's eyes and into her very soul.
"We're from the Speedwagon Foundation. We'd like to ask you some questions, and run an assessment of your abilities."
Another man stepped forward from behind her, wearing a long dark green coat, and sporting a low-hanging red hunters cap that covered his eyes and his ears.
If the atmosphere was tense before, it was near breaking-point now.

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Sitting outside Haru's room, Irene and August sat next to eachother on the conjoined chair-bench thing that many hospitals had in waiting rooms, reading a book or contemplating how many ways there were to escape from an overwhelmingly boring situation. This peace was broken however, when a gaggle of people in dark colors made their way down the hall, their appearances much more menacing then any doctor or nurse that had entered previously. At the head was a woman engrossed in her device, yet still somehow able to avoid all the passerby and open the door without breaking eye contact with her screen. Even Irene seemed to get uncomfortable around them, there presence throwing the tone of the entire hallway off. After they entered the officer's room, however, one of them seemed to have stayed back, looking at the duo sitting on the bench.
"Excuse me, would you happen to be Irene Dermod?"
The man wore a long, dark green coat that he hid his hands in. On his head, was a large orange baseball cap that covered his eyes from the angle his head was slanted.
"We'd like to discuss what happened at the scene of the crime with you, would that be alright?"
Looking back at August one last time, Irene set her book down and walked up to the man, who then motioned for her to follow him. She followed suit.
"Then that must mean you are August Dermod, then," said a gruff voice from the other side of August.
Another man, wearing a very similar dark green coat but with a yellow panama hat on, once again covering his eyes.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions myself."

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"Hey, Michael."
Looking up, Michael could see an old pal of his from the force, the one leading the current investigation, Larnell Evins, standing by the door to the makeshift interrogation room. His arms were crossed, and he looked very tired.
"You're up, man."
As he entered the room, Larnell eyed Michael's leftover half-drank hot chocolate, envying the mans warm beverage. Damn, he'd have to get himself one during his next break.
The 'interrogation' room was dark. They had been able to set up one of the closets as the typical one-sided mirror, but one could imagine how cramped it must have been. Besides, it not like any of the victims were the criminals themselves, right?
There were three other notable objects in the room: A fold-up table, and two swivel chairs. One of them was already filled, but the sillouhete was hard to make out. The only feature he could see for sure was the brighter green sun hat the man was wearing, which was certainly odd.
"Welcome, Michael. Please, have a seat. I'd like to ask you some questions."

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