Episode 2: Utter Mayhem

[Aldur]

Caution! I ripped my heart out to write this and I've made sure it contains gore and sobbing.

Angel without a Shotgun


Lights out.


They were one step ahead. Eve recoiled. She could not see and suddenly felt a searing pain on her face as a warm liquid she could only identify as blood streamed down her face. A loud, twisted yell for help escaped her mouth not long before she fell to her knees.


Hands were hastily brought close to the face but were unable to touch it. Too much pain. She recognized soon that part of her nose was missing and that she was having trouble breathing. A desperate and violent gasp for air made her notice that chunks of her lips were also missing.


She coughed aggressively. A mixture of blood, tears and spit dripped away from her face. Eve started sobbing uncontrollably, for the first time in 9 years. Coupled with quick gasps, it helped complete the pathetic image. Against her better judgment, she touched her face, ignoring the crippling pain. A final scream erupted, not because of the pain, but because of her condition.


She stopped sobbing after which hyperventilation kicked in. She realized she couldn't form words properly so instead, silence took over. Eve brought her hands up once more, trying to cover her face. Blood dripped on her dirty, greasy, metallic hands. The arms weren't shiny anymore. Her body was shaking vigorously.


@Giyari @Guilded Clover @RemainingQuestions @Zahzi @Teh Frixz (you monster)

 

[Guilded Clover]

Cherie-Amour Williams

(Caution: mentions of gore and blood)
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Location: Left side of the stage next to Gavin (@Manic Muse )

Mood: Hurt, terrified, and hopeless

Group: Angel with a Shotgun

@s: @Manic Muse @Aldur @Giyari @Teh Frixz @Lazy Rocktime @RemainingQuestions @Zahzi

Cherie stood frozen as the scene unraveled. It all happened at once: the loud voice of Mr. Swan, the rage-fueled attacks from Mr. Ward and Ms. Knox, the surprise attack from those 'knights', and the explosions from the outside. Her mind was cluttered; she needed to do something, but what would be the most effective choice? She couldn't save the girl because it was too late. She couldn't stop the knights from getting away because it was too late and two of them flew away. It was all too late.


The shrapnel and clutter from the knights' armor came too fast for Cherie to put up a shield. As a result, a rouge piece of metal found its mark in her right arm. Never being stabbed before, the girl let out a cry of pain. The pain she felt was numbing and she found it difficult to move her arm and hand without the pain growing. Doing her best to ignore it, she moved out of the crowd to a nearby pillar left of the stage.


Reaching the pillar, she stopped and took a breath. She had to think of a plan: get as many people to safety as she could. At least Makayla is safe--the realization hit her like a freight train. Makayla was out in her friend's car, that was in the parking lot. The explosions she heard came from outside, most likely from the parking lot. No.


Cherie's mind immediately conjured up a scene of debris, blood, and severed body parts around what used to be a Nissan Altima. Makayla lay there with no right leg and burnt skin. Her face was too mangled and bloody to identify who it was and yet the image stayed there for a few moments longer than it should have.


By now, tears were streaming down her face and she was breathing heavily. Clutching her chest, the girl sunk down next to a young boy who looked more composed than she did. She couldn't form any words and only wiped her reddened eyes, looking for comfort.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Mood: - Losing it


Location: - Maryland Zoo, Baltimore -> Owing Mills Mall


With: - McNabb, Lucas, Victoria, Katherine, Kyle, Praxi, Eden, Danny, Leon, Jordan, Crazy Bird-guy, Angry Zoo man.


Tags: - @Bag o Fruit @Gus @KingHink @Ryuuko Shin @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Teh Frixz @Unlimited @Zahzi @DJ MagicHat


Other: -

Tabitha Crane

"This is the Audio, director of Aegis training facility 108 requesting immediate police, Commonwealth, medical, and blue badge support, there has been an anti-super terrorist attack carried out by fanatics calling themselves Knights of Raguel at Owing Mills Mall. To the public, get to safety, help those who need it to the nearest hospital. To any supers nearby, blue badge or not, please, please, I urge you to do all you can to help those who need it."





Her size was getting to her. Being beyond her comfort range, things tended to get hazy. Not a visual sort of thing but the best she could describe was an overwhelming sense of detachment from the physical. The world would spin and her mind would wander but her body kept on doing what it wanted to do.


Her cheeks start going numb, Tabby reaches up (only now noticing her new clothing) and slaps her cheeks a few time to counteract the feeling. Seeing less and less of the birds at her level, she stops for a moment. A silent sentinel breaking the skyline of the city. It's during this moment of repose that she hears the message as clear as day. She pivots in place, tearing a considerable hole in the asphalt of the parking lot and sees the plumes of smoke.


She had to help! She needed to help, they were calling for it. Wiping her hands off much like one would wipe off a gnat they squished she looks down at the others still here. "Help! They need help! Big...Can help!" The parking lot buckles further as she digs in and starts off at a run towards the smoke, a pair of small streaks rapidly disappearing into the distance


It was like walking drunk through a field of legos. Every step had to be navigated with the utmost care, something that the rapidly faltering Tabby was losing. Her first step after running, in order to avoid squishing a particularly shiny car, she side steps, knocking into a power line and taking a nasty zap. She staggers a few more steps, crushing more parked cars before finally the mental toll becomes too great. Passing out, she falls hard, splitting her lip on impact. Car alarms ring out as she impacts, immediatly starting to shrink in size, her body hidden inside the fabric.

 

[welian]

Flight of the Valkyries

Location: Baltimore City Zoo


Roleplayers: @Bag o Fruit @Captain Hesperus @Gus @KingHink @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Teh Frixz @Unlimited @Zahzi

The zookeeper was about to respond to the girl with the weird goggles when he was interrupted by a blond boy showed up, calling his birds “feathered fuckbags” and other illustrious phrases. Despite his overflowing rage, the zookeeper forced himself to take several deep breaths. “Count to ten, Chad…” he said to himself.


A few seconds passed, and the blond bastard ran off to punch an ostrich. Chad reminded himself that he was talking to children. He dealt with children all day, every day. The zoo was an educational venue after all, and despite these children being banned, they were still human.


Unfortunately.


“Miss,” he said through gritted teeth to the girl, “I know. I have been dealing with that man for years. That’s WHY HE’S BEEN BANNED.”


“Look,” and the zookeeper gestured to the chaos around them, “If you want to help, go tell your giant friend to put some clothes on and get small!” At that exact moment, an entire giant-sized outfit appeared on Tabitha, courtesy of another super-powered student that Chad was completely unaware of.


“How did – no, never mind. Go make her small. I’ll get the ostrich masks out of the van and –“


Once again he was interrupted. This time, however, it was not by another person, but by the city’s emergency system.


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It came not from the van’s radio, or Chad’s walkie-talkie, as unbeknownst to him (and most other people, frankly) the tried-and-true, old analog radio system was completely down, all over the city. Instead, his phone beeped angrily, with the familiar ominous tones of the national emergency alert system.


The zookeeper rolled his eyes, expecting a test announcement. He turned off his phone.


“Point out your teachers so I can have a word with them.”




Inside the manager’s office at the zoo, a handful of employees huddled in front of a laptop, glancing up at the small television mounted on the wall. The local government was cheap and television was not essential, therefore there was no money to afford digital cable. And due to the incident at the mall, all analog communications were down. All the TV screen showed in the office was a “Signal Lost” message. But the internet told them everything they needed to know.


“Live from Baltimore, we’re receiving reports of an active shooter situation at Owens Mill mall. All residents are asked to stay inside while police respond to the situation. As per standard policy for these situations we are unable to air live footage of the scene, however, we will keep our loyal viewers updated…”


The herpetologist, a large and tall woman named Rhonda, held her colleagues while they all stared white-faced at the live stream. Outside, the ground shook. She could hear the snakes hiss angrily and call for their Mother inside her mind as they were disturbed, and she could hear Amir in the corner reciting what sounded suspiciously like Nicene Creed. She didn’t blame him for thinking it was the end of times.


“We’ll be okay,” Rhonda lied. “The guests have all left, and we’re on lockdown. All we have to do is wait. Chad’s basically a giant bird himself. That’s why his codename is Raum!”


Amir wailed. “So he really IS a demon crow that steals children’s souls!”


“That’s how we convert children to the path of science.”


Rhonda’s sarcasm went unappreciated in this trying time of terror. However, she did have an idea. Chad was down there, trying to control the Ostrich Whisperer. He had no idea what was going on. Those students were children, sure, but they were supers like her and Chad. And they probably had more useful powers than talking to snakes or molting feathers.


I’ve got this, Rhonda thought to herself, despite the horrendous noises outside. She reached for the PA system. The power went out.


Amir used the Lord’s name in vain, and Rhonda groaned.


Outside, she could hear Chad screaming.


"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I TOLD YOU TO MAKE HER SMALL! WHY CAN'T YOU BE USEFUL AND LURE THE BIRDS WITH PEANUT BUTTER LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!"

 

[Zahzi]

-Angel with a Shotgun-

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Baltimore Mall.

Nearby: Fallen Knight (@Teh Frixz )

Swan ( @Giyari )

Eve (@Aldur )

Klaus (@Lazy Rocktime )

Disposition: If only I could kill you...

A hand reached out and clasped onto Eve's shoulder.

"Jericho. Stay with me, kid." he told her in a monotonous tone. The sound of fabric tearing would be apparent if she were able to focus.

He pulled something out of the now-tattered coat he wore; An antiseptic inside a large flask. Old habits die hard, after all. As he continued tearing strips out of the ruined coat, dousing it in the antiseptic. At the same time, the bits of shrapnel embedded inside Knox began to vibrate before they seemed to liquefy, and seeped out of the wounds, collecting into a metallic slab above Red. The process seemed to be affecting everyone in the crowd as well, the slab becoming larger and larger. He then looked back down at Eve.

"This will sting." he declared, as he began putting the strips onto her wounds tightly. The 'sting' he referred to was no lie. Movies never did the feeling justice. Movies rarely did ANYTHING justice...

He continued this for several minutes while the slab continued to grow, taking back all the shrapnel that had been sent out in the Knights' escapades. Finally satisfied with his work, he looked it over. He had seen to his comrade's wounds the best he could. Hertz, his old field medic would find a'thousand problems with it, he was sure....But this wasn't the time or place for that. As he rose he looked over to Klaus, tossing the flask over to him.

"See to the wounded around here. Then double-time it outside. No doubt this is just the tip of the iceberg here."

Swan might be able to recognize Hunter's mannerisms at this point. It might have been like looking back in time. His movements, his tone, it was just like twenty-five years ago.

He then began walking towards one last individual. The Knight who hadn't managed to escape. That slab above Red suddenly shot toward them, making a hole in the floor next to their head to discourage them from trying to escape.

"I know Swan wants you alive." he told them, his tone now beyond cold as he towered over them with a look of silent rage on his face.

"You have one chance to talk before I start taking out organs. Tick-tock."

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[ManicMuse]

Gavin Dabbs

Location: Still stage left against a pillar


@/: @Teh Frixz @Aldur @Giyari @RemainingQuestions @Zahzi @Guilded Clover


Current Mood: Dazzled and Confused


OOC: Angel w/ a Shotgun

The ground beneath his feet seemed to rumble and shake slightly, signaling a few more explosions going off outside. Gavin closed his eyes and shook his head. He had heard about these sort of tactics before, extremists trying to kill people fleeing. It was disgusting to say the least. Nausea was taking over, the weight of the situations was setting in. There would likely be more dead just outside. More still bodies with hallow eyes, like the girl on the stage.

Gavin opened his eyes again, gazing down to see a girl crumpled on the ground beside the pillar. He tried to right himself before checking on her. Reaching up to adjust his glasses, he found nothing but the ridge of a bloodied nose. The bump was enough to make both eyes water, it might have been broken.

Kneeling down, Gavin reached out to touch the girl's shoulder. She seemed to be hurt too and just as scared.

"Hey, are you alright? What's your name? I am Gavin, Gavin Dabbs. That looks pretty bad, can I take a look at your arm?"

The use of gold as an accent in her outfit made him smile a bit, "I like the gold. Is that an everyday thing or just feeling it today?" By that point he was not sure, if he was trying to comfort her or himself, by trying to find a common ground in fashion.

Gavin suddenly winced flopping down to the ground from his crouched kneeling position. Something in his shoulder was moving, under the skin! With a yelp of surprise, he dug his heels into the floor kicking a bit, causing him to knock into the pillar, again. The bent metal in his shoulder was shifting into goo.

"Holy Sh-Owwwwwwwwww!"

The metal, now in liquid form went airborne, collecting in a massive block over head of a white haired grizzly looking man. The guy seemed to be using a coat as bandages for someone, it seemed smart and gave him an idea. Gavin groaned, realizing the glass still remained. Still, the pain was less now that the metal bit was gone.

Turning back to the emotional girl, he re-checked her arm to see if the metal shard there was also gone. Unbuttoning his sweater, Gavin ripped off the bottom of his violet purple shirt. It had been one of his favorites but the girl's open wound needed to be wrapped, until they could get help.

"Here, let's use this to wrap that cut of yours. We need to get out of here."

Hoping for cooperation, he offered up the thick strip of purple cloth, to start bandaging up her arm.

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich, Avecca


Collab w/ @welian


Location: Collateral Damage classroom


Tags: @Anomaly @CloudyBlueDay @Giyari @Gus @Manic Muse @Suzuki Mine


Asher heard Viola bouncing in her seat, but paid her no mind; he had bigger fish to fry right now. This girl...something was definitely off about her.


“Information, you say?” he asked politely. “Well now, that’s a rather broad topic, even when you narrow it down to us supers. But if you’d like to conduct some research, why not start with me?”


And with that, he casually sat down on the ground, cross-legged, facing the newcomer. His nose felt a little better - at least he could talk normally again, at least for now - but he kept his face impassive as blood still dripped steadily into his lap.


“Transcended humanity? Yes, I suppose we have. But in a way that defies the natural law? How? We weren’t made in a laboratory. We didn’t ask for these abilities. They just...happened. Much the way some people turn out what we might call ‘good’ or ‘bad’ via the forces of nature vs. nurture, if you will. Just as you had no say in whether or not you were born, we had no say in whether or not we would develop these abilities, or what they would be.” Asher gently cleared his throat and took another sip from his thermos.


“And please, believe me when I say we are researching ourselves,” he continued. “We would love nothing more than to understand where our abilities come from, or maybe better, more generic ways of controlling them that can apply to all of us, and not something that has to be discovered on a case-by-case basis. Our research is still in its infancy, and probably will be for a long time yet. But what we have found so far has already been of incredible assistance to all of us, whether we realize it or not.” His eyes flickered over to Viola for an instant behind his aviators, then focused back on the newcomer.


As he did, a smallish rectangle lit up inside her suit, and a small, tinny voice echoed throughout the damaged classroom:


“UPLOAD FAILED. NO SIGNAL FOUND.”


Avecca, who had until then been zoning out, finding the man’s earnest answers to her rhetorical attempts to stall for time inconceivably boring and short-sighted, slowly looked down at her chest. Her face was stoic, but her heart fell. She had been compromised. She might not return home after all.


In one quick motion, Asher reached out and stuck his hand in the girl’s suit as he grabbed at the device that just spoke.The suit she was wearing turned out to be deceptively stretchy - Avecca could only sit in utter shock as this vile, barbaric savage dug around in her clothing for the source of the voice.


Asher pulled his hand back, clutching a mobile phone displaying an error alert.


“And apparently, you thought we could be of assistance to you, as well,” he said, letting more of the warmth drain from his voice. He set it down on the desk. “I’m sure Director Swan will be very keen to see exactly how you thought we could be of assistance. In the meantime, why don’t we make you comfortable until he gets back?”


“That will be unnecessary,” Avecca politely informed him. The motorized spools on her thighs revved up, the small electric motors whining anxiously. There was a faint, but unmistakable hum of electricity.


The thief pointed to the door. A sensor in the tips of her gloves’ fingers relayed a signal to the motors, and one of the cables struck the door like a viper. The spool spun, and the petite spy was yanked off her feet and pulled toward the now-open door of the classroom.


“Raguel is here,” she warned the the superhumans gravely, “Genetic anomalies will be extinguished for the good of the human population.”


Yes, good. Follow the script. Now run.

 

[lazee]

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Location: What's left of Le Baltimore Mall


With: The survivors; Red, Eve and Director Ward (@Zahzi @Aldur @Giyari)


Mood: We've lost, and at what cost...?


OOC: Angels with a Shotgun

They had been outplayed...


Soon after the supers retaliated, pandemonium came onto the world. Explosions, panic and disorder everywhere. It was every man for himself as the chaos sprung by the Knights shook everything around him. The shock of so many blasts outside sent him to his knees and Klaus could only watch as the force of another blast forced him to collide with the floor, consciousness waning...


A flask thrown on top of him snapped him back to life. The German looked around. It was eerily quiet, the calm after the storm. The (apparently) antiseptic seemed to have been thrown by Red, who was now interrogating a straggler Knight who was unable to get away in time. Curiously, it was the same Knight that received Klaus' poison treatment. That'll show her. Without being told to, Klaus understood what to do now. He cautiously got up, took the flask of antiseptic and sought out the wounded.


The scary poison man treated the nearby civilians' wounds with stoic kindness. Some gave them their gratitude, most replied with disdain. He couldn't blame them in the slightest. Technically speaking, everything here was caused by supers. The attack was motivated out hatred for supers. With the absence of the actual perpetrators, the scapegoats for the people now become...the supers. So their standing on supers right now was understandable. Disputing it would worsen situations, anyway.


With the majority of the wounded stable, Klaus found a bench that looked intact even after all the chaos and sat. This was not what he had in mind when he decided to come here. How could things go to hell so fast...? Damn, his family must be worried sick. He needed to reassure them. Klaus picked up a phone from the ground that had graciously been spared destruction and called home. Thankfully, his daughter Sherina picked up.


"Hello? Dad, is that you?" Her lovely voice was meek, nervous. She was fearing for her father's life.


"Yes, daughter, it's me. You wouldn't believe what just happened here..."

 

[Dusky]

HANNAH SCOGGAN || SPYFALL || BATHROOM

Interactions

@Manic Muse, @Gus, @Suzuki Mine

Mentions

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Hannah tenses as the door opens, wondering if it's the same girl come to finish the job, but it's only the teacher who had passed out; Mr. Mallory is his name, that's good to know. She's pleased to hear his voice and know he is (presumably, but she's learning not to operate under logic in this place) alert and okay. And she really, really wants her clothes back. Sniffing and wiping her eyes, she calls out, "It's okay... Thank you!" She tries to cease her crying, but it isn't quite ready to wind down just yet, and even with the prior warning she squeaks a little as Izzy knocks on the door.


Oh. She hadn't realized Ms. Chase was the cat. She tenses a little; the emotional dulling that comes with her transformation tends to come back to bite her afterward, and the heightened sensitivity does little to assuage her fear. Still, the girl sounds genuinely sorry, and Hannah quiets her tears a little and slips a hand out to grab her clothes. As she dresses as hastily as she can manage, she breaks some of her own tension with a slightly forced laugh. "It's... It's okay. I would probably try to kill a spider on sight too."


It's the truth. In fact, she really ought to exterminate all the ones creeping about in her apartment. Knowing they're there drives her a little crazy, sometimes.


Hannah straightens the lapels of her coat, plucks stray hairs off her skirt, and then steps out hesitantly, peeking around for the cat. Finding her, she hangs back a little, then offers a watery smile. "What's your name...?"


Not a second later, Aaron go boom. Hannah clutches the frame of the stall and presses a hand to her chest, jumping, but she's too exhausted to react further, or even to really pay it much mind.


Just another event she should probably ignore. What is she doing at this school, anyway? Why did she think this was a good idea?

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Location: Collateral Damage Class --> AWAAAAY


Tags: @welian @DJ MagicHat @Aldur @Giyari


Mood: nO FUCKIN' WAY IN HELL, BISH


Group: Skyfall


OOC: anger

Uhg.


Teachers always took that nice guy approach, the one that screamed, "I am above all of this and can clearly disarm you with just the power of words and teacher-y bullshit!" Alexis let out an angry huff as Asher crouched down, speaking to the blue-haired intruder like a model student who was primed and here to learn. Bull. Fucking. Shit.


Alexis despised this approach. She needed to be thrown in whatever dungeon AEGIS had in the basement because Alexis was just about goddamn fuckin' done. Whoever this person was, she didn't deserve a lecture on what they were. Alexis knew whatever the teacher would say would fall on deaf ears.


“UPLOAD FAILED. NO SIGNAL FOUND.”


Alexis blinked in astonishment as Mr. Tornovich swiftly snatched a device from the intruder's (awful looking) suit. A phone. At least the teacher was good for something, and finally, his tone became a little less welcoming as he announced that the Director would would be quite keen to see how the rag-tag team of students (and idiot teachers) would be of "assistance". Hmph. Get comfy. I still think we need to tie the bitch up, but just let her lounge about, why don't you? What a foolproof plan. Alexis scoffed. “That will be unnecessary,” Avecca announced. Alexis shifted her stance, fists clenched, ready to attack if she tried to make a move.


Avecca's cable system began to whir, and she lifted her hand towards the door. “Raguel is here,” she warned the the superhumans gravely, “Genetic anomalies will be extinguished for the good of the human population." Alexis was out of patience. For this stupid school, for the stupid people in it, and this stupid pasty-ass bitch and her nonsense. This time, she wasn't going to apologize for kicking someone's ass when they goddamn deserved it!





"Oh, fuck no!" Alexis yelled, her wings of fire appearing in an instant and her eyes turning a shade of brilliant red. Avecca didn't get to barge in and then run like a wuss. She lunged towards the blue haired girl who was clearly a genetic anomaly hersel, fists beginning to catch fire once more and flaming wings propelling Alexis towards her target, ready to bite her fucking head off.

 

[ViAdvena]

Gabrielle D'Avolo

Location:


Political Power class


Mood:


Interested


Company:

@Necessity4Fun @King Of Imagination @welian @too much idea @RemainingQuestions



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"Oh, Don't you worry Gaby, I'm pretty sure everyone had just one class for now~ Ehhh... Is it okay to call you that?"


Gaby nodded, still with the same soft smile. "Don't worry, I don't mind." After all, it's more practical that way.


She paid no mind to how this Cecil almost got tongue-tied around her brother. A normal occurrence. The news that Morgan- the boy who showed her the way to class- brought, however, was not. One look at the corridor told them that 'a puddle of black vomit' was an understatement. More like a black pool.


Along with others, she took a tentative steps around the black liquid and head to the stairs, all while listening to her other classmates' discussion about their teacher's assignment. The topic Morgan brought up in particular was interesting...and familiar.


"Ah, Salem Witch trials...we've learned about it before..." Gabrielle glanced at her brother, before she spoke again. "Some of supers were caught because people saw them using their powers...to help them..." Her voice getting quieter with melancholy. "...isn't it tragic? They lead the supers who helped them to their death. One is forgiven to wonder whether helping them really worth it..."


If Gaby wanted to speak more about it, their stop to an office and the subsequent scream that followed it prevent her from doing so. She looked into the office, her expression was that of a mild interest. The short girl who let out that nice scream then proceed to tell then something about basement. And dead bodies. Such a delightful information.


No, that's not a sarcasm.


"We don't know why and how they died..." Gaby said after Mitch voiced her objection. "What if they died because they've been trapped there for a long time?" One could think she was genuinely concerned from her words. "There can be some people who are dying but still can be saved if we are quick enough..."

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk Aaron Mallory

Co-op with @Gus


Location: Hallway


@'s: @Anomaly @Manic Muse @Suzuki Mine @welian @DJ MagicHat @Aldur @Giyari @CloudyBlueDay

Denzil softly walked to the teacher, but kept an ear out for what his students were discussing. The Salem Witch Trials, a good start, if not quite as recent as he had been aiming for. He looked back to the teacher in time to see the student he was carrying wave at him, and the worst of his worries left him. Then she surprised him by jumping out of Aaron's arms and into the toilets. Denzil could see the warming signs of a sneeze, and ducked behind a corner, but not quite quick enough to avoid getting coffee splattered on the back of his jacket. That seemed to have become a theme, despite what Denzil wanted. He was about to ask if Aaron was all right, especially considering the crack in the tiles, when Aaron spoke instead.


“Eck-cude bme. Ai amb allerbic do gats.”


Denzil blinked, and wondered what to make of that sentence when several things clicked in his mind. The sneeze, the tail that had been swished over his face moments before, allergic to cats, of course. "Well, we are all felled by common ailments," Denzil said with a soft smile, "Are you quite all right Aaron?" He glanced at the puddle of black coffee splattered on the walls now, and the crack in the tiles before looking back at Aaron. "Are your students all all right?" As he asked this, Denzil glanced at the door to the ladies' toilets, wondering what in the world was going on.


Aaron looked at him blankly, clearly a bit foggy in the head.


“Whad? Oh demb! Yez, de're vine. Md. Scoggin had a- um. Wadwobe mafungshun. Lig dat Lugas Kid, yedderday? Dese tings 'appen. Iddy's god diz. Md. um... Chaze. No Pwobwem.”


The blank look Aaron had only a moment ago was now mirrored on Denzil's face. That took a bit longer to figure out, but 'vine' likely meant fine, and in 'no pwobwem' he heard no problem, so his last worries were assuaged, but his curiosity was still strong enough to want further explanation.


Aaron looked lost again a for a moment, then remembered. “Torry aboud all de cofvee. I tumdimes ged berdigo and... Gib me jud one segund.”


He turned and walked into the men's room and the door swung shut. A moment passed and then an absolutely horrific sound echoed out through the door, a Lovecraftian suckling gurgle and snort that struck to one's soul. Then there was the sound of something heavy and wet falling with a splat, followed by the sound of running water. After a disturbingly long time, Aaron came back out, looking much more clear headed.


“Right. That's better! So muj better. Anyway, I need to find a mop and bucket. Will you come heb me look? I am not sure I have a key to this supply room yet.”


Somewhat mystified, De Klerk trailed along behind, and obligingly opened the supply room door. Aaron snapped on the light and then shut the door behind them. He looked out around briefly and then leaned in a little too closely. He smelled of stale coffee. In a low conspiratorial tone, he said: “Look, you should know we caught an intruder in the school. Crawling above the drob ceiling in my classroomb. I think she is alone, but you never know. Keep an eye out, ok? And if you have any students with special senses, maybe alert them too, right?”


He backed up now, giving Denzil a more comfortable amount of space, and went back to looking about for a mop and bucket.


After that revelation Denzil stood frozen for a moment, unsure just how to proceed. Then what Aaron had said clicked with his own class, heading downstairs and talking loudly about the Salem Witch Trials. He wanted to run to them, and haul them outside, move class to a freaking coffee shop or something, but then his realism kicked in and he realized that the intruder likely wouldn't be that big a threat, as she had already been spotted. He opened the door, ready to grab his bag from his classroom to warn his students to be on the lookout and continue his class, but he looked straight at a girl, whose face he didn't recognize. The intruder? Behind her, in the Collateral Damage class, because of course these things happened there, seemed to also be something going on, and Denzil froze for a moment.


Aaron, having found his mop and bucket, stepped up behind him and peeked out the door to see what Denzil was looking at.

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Extra

Location:CD and Y


Tag: @Everyone


OOC Notes: WATCH OUT WATCH OUT! CLOTHESLINE OUTTA NOWHERE

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Ioana turned her head towards the Ravemaster. She shrugged awkwardly and walked walked towards the teacher's desk, leaning on it and crossing her arms. She decided to ignore the exchange and just keep an eye on the intruder at all times. The speedster's eyebrows shot up when she heard "UPLOAD FAILED. NO SIGNAL FOUND." Would you look at that?


Mr. Torchinovic went all out and reached inside the girl's clothes to pull out the source of the sound. Soon after, the intruder got pulled towards the door, which was everything Ioana wanted and then some. Alexis reacted quickly, but ho ho ho. Ioana was so much quicker. She sped up and picked up the pace. She was at running speed when she was 2 feet away from Avecca. The speedster extended her right arm and clawed her elbow in order to hit the intruder with a serious clothesline. It'd be impossible for her not to hit and she'd be pissed if she missed.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert

Location: Owing Mills Mall


Mood: Terrified and angry


@'s: @Teh Frixz @Aldur @Giyari @Manic Muse @Zahzi @Guilded Clover

It seemed only moments after Luci asked his teachers how to handle before all hell broke loose. Mister Ward jumped down and seemingly became metal, and mister Vos Schieffer ran of to do God only knew what. Luci stared in awe as the adult supers in his life showed just how super they were. He flinched from the blood, but his light only shone brighter, and he was surprised that none of the supremacists seemed to target him, an obvious super. Still, Luci had a great view of the horror that was taking place.


When the attacks led only to explosions of shrapnel from the exo suits of the supremacists Luci fell down, and he could feel several pieces glance of his light protected skin. It was one of the first times that he felt happy for his powers since he had gotten them, but the attack on bystanders left him looking out for his sister. Ciska was out there, somewhere, and knowing her as well as he did, despite what she claimed, she would head right towards the center of it all, not wanting to miss a part of the show. Of course, that was what she claimed, but Luci knew she would try to help as soon as she could. He couldn't find her. Distracted as he was by looking for his sister, he didn't see the girl's death, but when he felt and heard the explosions, he looked back at the atrium. He watched them fly by him, and he swore one of them looked him straight in the eyes. Luci shuddered and nausea rose, never, not even by his teachers at his high school, had he been looked at with such clear and complete hatred and disgust.


He was pulled out of his fear by Audio, the director, asking for back up, and for the supers present to help. He looked around, but the nearest people he saw where down. Just a bit to the side was nice green bit, and when Luci rolled of the balcony, he aimed to fall there, so the plants would lessen his impact. Still, he realized as he stood up, he would be bruised badly tomorrow. He quickly stood up and brushed up off his pants. Then he stepped up to the nearest people, two teens, it looked like, both injured by the shrapnel. One offered a scrap of his clothes to the other to bandage her wounds with. "We need to get out of here now, you both need medical attention." Luci extended his glowing hand to them, to help them stand up.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

​

Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Political Powers Classroom Red's Office


People around: Mitch, Morgan, Gabrielle, Michael, Pretty green-haired girl (Ren), Red haired boy (Laurent)


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


Interactions: +EVERYONE+ @too much idea , @welian , @ViAdvena , @King Of Imagination , @Meredith and @Sopranos


What's happening????

Despite Denzil's orders for everyone to sit down, Cecilia had stayed exactly where she had been previously.


It obviously, wasn't anything against the order or the teacher of course, she had just not wanted to cut the conversation in half, not giving her new Italian colleagues the chance to reply. Also, Morgan had just left, they couldn't start the class without one of the students!


Michael complimented her name before stepping inside and moving towards his seat.


His silky telecaster-like voice, causing her to blush again. She had no idea of why her reaction towards him was so...unique, but it had kept her from replying at all.


Gabrielle replied next, and Cecilia was really glad she hadn't annoyed the Italian girl by shortening her name before asking.


Suddenly, Morgan got back inside the classroom, startling her.


He had some VERY strange news too... Something about a sea of black vomit on the hallway? Huh??!! How was that even remotely possible?


She rushed to the door and took a quick peak.


Wow! It really was a sea of black outside! Why? How?


While the girl was confused, it seemed like Mr. Denzil had reached his limit for unusual situations, as he ordered that class was to be moved to the Cafeteria and left an assignment to the students.


Cecilia felt bad for all the stress the Political Powers teacher seemed to be going through this morning.


She grabbed her backpack and followed the group of students out of classroom.


Everyone seemed to be discussing the assignment, and while it was very interesting, Cecilia didn't get much out of it.


Instead, the Italian turned around, towards what she thought was the Mental Discipline classroom, wondering what could be happening inside it:


"That class has been oddly quiet for a while...", she thought to herself.


That was when a scream pierced through the silent atmosphere.


Startled, the girl turned towards where it seemed to be coming from. It was the first floor! Oh, no, had any of her classmates gotten in trouble amidst changing locations?


Worried, Cecilia rushed down the stairs as fast as she could, but when she was almost back to ground level, there was a slightly misstep and the girl's leg slipped from underneath, losing contact with the floor and causing the Italian to fall to the floor on her back.


The girl's arm ached now, but she wasn't going to let the pain get in her way. Someone might need her!


She struggled little bit to get back on her feet but once up, she ran straight to the cafeteria. To her surprise, however, no one was there. Where could they have gone then?


Cecil frantically searched through the corridor ahead repeatedly. It took her quite a while to realize that right behind her the was a tiny closed of section. Wait, she had a map now, Why wasn't she using it?!


The teenager grabbed the flyer from her backpack. According to it, in that section where three similar offices. She ran up the little corridor, Gaby's voice could be heard, and it seemed to be coming from the farthest room, the only one in which the door had been left open.


The girl rushed inside, panting and panicking:


"I heard a scream! Is everyone okay???", she asked filled with alarm.


Taking a minute for a breather and paying her aching arm not much attention, she studied everyone in the office, most were wearing a serious, concerned expression. Something was definitely not right.


Then Cecil recalled the black haired Italian girl's words she had listened to from the corridor:


"Wait a minute. Dying? D-Did I miss something important??"

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Paranoid, worried, focused.


Location: - Aegis facility: Collateral damage classroom


Company: - Alexis, Asher, Ioana, Avecca


@'s: - @welian @DJ MagicHat @Aldur @Giyari


Other: - Oh PLEASE give me a chance to Zap her C:< Also totally trying to link Radiowave girls death into this post, don't mind it.

Viola Porter


Things were never easy were they. It was interesting that their guest was here to "research" them though, an unusual thing to do considering the mountains of research publicly published on the super gene and it's effects. There was perhaps a second reason though, a reason which while only a flash across Viola's mind was just as possible given the events thus far. The spy was here to research the beings in this building, she was here to research them, not supers as a whole. This was worse. Viola bit her lip gently as she sat thinking over the possibilities of further actions from either party involved, Asher rambled on in the background, the subtle nuances of their guests words seemingly lost on him, that is if there was a double meaning at all.


Like the chime of a bell on the hour though, everything went to shit before before Viola could bring her thoughts to the floor, an alert signal from somewhere on the intruder's person. Admittedly Viola had also failed to notice the device, which was now visible under their visitors clothing. Getting the device wouldn't have made a difference though judging by the warning message, whatever it's purpose was it had failed. Either way, watching Asher molest a stranger was fairly amusing, even if it was slightly worrying that he didn't even hesitate to dive his hands into the young woman's body suit and rummage around... Viola made sure to mentally note this particular fact about her teacher down.


What happened next was probably to be expected considering the events so far. A pulse of energy flowed from the girls suit, radiating over Viola's skin, her hair picking up the electrostatic charge emitting from the machinery on the intruders body. Almost instinctively Viola raised her hand towards the girl as in tandem, the girl raised her own. A bright blue crackle of lightning emerging from the muscles of her forearm, arcing in and out of her skin as it converged over her hand and palm, snaking together into spirals that extended down her fingers, joining into one erratic jolt as it left her skin and fired through the air with a flash towards the threats position, leaving a charred burning mark in the linoleum floor tiles. In the time it took Viola to raise her hand, the girl had all but "vanished", her mechanised spools catapulting her across the room at great speed like a missile towards the door.


"Raguel is here. Genetic anomalies will be extinguished for the good of the human population"


Coupled with a faint scream from elsewhere in the building and a sudden electrostatic blur flooding the air like the shockwave of an explosion, those words did not fill Viola with confidence and safety. Added to this the harsh drone of numerous devices throughout the facility, things were obviously not going to go down calmly.


Viola sprung to her feet, following Alexis' lead her servo suit whirred into action, throwing her chair to the floor as it launched her over her desk to stand where the spy once stood. Who the fuck was Raguel, what caused that scream, why did she feel so anxious? What the hell was that surging energy?! And that drone, what was that drone?! There was too many questions that needed answered, she couldn't be allowed to escape.


Looking down at the phone in Asher's hand, Viola noted the Emergency Alert beacon flashing across the screen, the drone's source. Something somewhere had went horribly wrong, wrong enough to warrant a no doubt state wide alert... Was their intruder a part of this? This couldn't be a coincidence.


Viola's face dropped, her eyes darkening as she watched Ioana and Alexis blocked the intruder's path. There was no way their situation wasn't connected. Viola's skin buzzed as she prepared to counter any exit via the windows, arcs of electrical energy snapping back and forth over her arms, legs and face, cracking against her metal servos and the floor as the voltage climbed and tried to find the quickest way out of her body. Hopefully the quickest way wouldn't be their guest, at least not until they could figure out her true purpose.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Mood: - What? The? Actual? Fuck?


Location: - Maryland Zoo, Baltimore


With: - McNabb, Lucas, Victoria, Katherine, Kyle, Praxi, Eden, Tabby, Leon, Jordan, Crazy Bird-guy.


Tags: - @Bag o Fruit @Gus @KingHink @Ryuuko Shin @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Teh Frixz @Unlimited @Zahzi @DJ MagicHat


Other: -

Danny Travis

Danny was advancing on the swirling horde of birds when McNabb, the weirdo Counsellor from the Facility threw his two cents in.


"Mister Travis. 'This is upsetting me too, but I need a few minutes to think before we talk about it.' I like you, Mister Travis. However, I must inform you that the words and phrases 'fuckboy', 'peice of shit', 'shithead', 'fucking', 'fuckwad', 'shitstorm', 'balls-deep', 'fuckbags', 'psycho', 'asshole', 'freak', and 'fuck your shit up' are unacceptable in professional conversation. We hope we can all learn from this."


Danny's momentum bled away as his head turned to look at the bald man in the heavy coat. He stopped dead, the chaotic sound of hundreds of birds fading into the background as he fixed the Faculty member with a stare that would have had lesser mortals running for cover.


"How about you shut your fucking face-hole, you stupid fucking pedo Uncle Fester-looking motherfucker? No-one asked you for your fucking opinion and, as yet, you've been as much use here as Koko the Hooker there", he gestured to Praxidyke at that, "But yet, you got time to lecture people about their language? Excuse you, do you even have a fucking grip on this situation?"


He sidestepped a falling cluster of dead, dying and maimed birds that were the combined results of Tabby and Kyle's efforts.


"Maybe our worthless fucking 'supervisors' should actually take the fucking lead and rein in those fucking morons before they hurt themselves.", he continued, gesturing to Gus, Eden and Leon.


There was a momentary pause in his tirade, punctuated only by a series of dull booms in the distance. Lots of them. Followed by a dark cloud that billowed into the sky and the distant sound of emergency services sirens wailing plaintively. Danny shuddered for a moment and looked out towards the column of smoke, then as if he were stood just behind and to one side the voice of Director Swan came to him.


"This is the Audio, director of Aegis training facility 108 requesting immediate police, Commonwealth, medical, and blue badge support, there has been an anti-super terrorist attack carried out by fanatics calling themselves Knights of Raguel at Owing Mills Mall. To the public, get to safety, help those who need it to the nearest hospital. To any supers nearby, blue badge or not, please, please, I urge you to do all you can to help those who need it."


Danny looked around at every Super that he could see, wondering at what the hell was going on and suddenly gripped by a sense of deep foreboding. His consideration was punctuated only by Tabby's headlong rush to head toward the direction the Director's voice had issued, toward the Mall, toward the column of smoke.

 

[welian]

Morgan Brahn

Summary

Location:	Red's office
Company:	Cecilia, Mchael, Gabriele, Mitch, Ren, Laurent
Thoughts:	Donuts cure PTSD, right?
Tags:	@King Of Imagination @ViAdvena @too much idea @Necessity4Fun @RemainingQuestions @Meredith @Sopranos
OOC Notes:	Morgan doesn't like to let on how much he knows.

It took about negative two seconds for Morgan to regret his life choices for the second day in a row. He saw Ren’s face crumple up in the fashion that one’s face is wont to do milliseconds before righteous fury, and he know – he knew – he fucked up.


“Oh – no no no – Ren, I uh – no it’s okay Ren I’m sorry –“


Oh. Okay. Now there was screaming. That was bad. Like, really bad. He wasn’t even trying to read her mind, and he could still hear glimpses of what she was thinking – a stray image here and there, of blood and metal, screaming and snapping.


His heart fell. This was… familiar.


While the other students commented on the prospect of bodies in the basement, of exploration, Morgan stepped forward and gently put his hand on Ren’s shoulder. He didn’t care about the tall red-haired boy, or what he had to say. Morgan had heard that kind of screaming and sobbing in the middle of the night, muffled through the walls.


“… You sound like my mother,” he said softly to Ren. “N-no offense meant. She…”


Yeah, no. No one needed to know that much about him or his family. And what were the rest of his idiot classmates doing? Didn’t they recognize the signs of a panic attack? Breaking down into hyperventilated sobbing wasn’t normal. Autopsies and dissections, he had seen plenty of those in his sleep.


Morgan took his hand off Ren’s shoulder, and laid his backpack on Mr. Ward’s desk. He tried not the stare at the helmet she was crying into. He could have sworn that thing was staring at him upside-down, daring him or someone else to challenge it.


When he undid the zipper, a delightfully warm and sugary aroma floated out – the donuts that he had brought as part of an “understanding” between himself and Mr. Ward. The teacher would understand, though. This was more important.


“Eat, Ren.” He did his best impression of his father’s tone of voice as he handed her a chocolate cream-filled donut on a brown paper napkin. “Put down the helmet. Sugar is good for the soul, and Weiss is dead.”

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Flight of the Valkyrie


Location: Somewhere outside the prison, I dunno, maybe I should stop and ask for directions?


Tags: @Bag o Fruit @Captain Hesperus @Gus @KingHink @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Teh Frixz @Unlimited @Zahzi


The throng of birds drew closer, with ominous intent. As did chain-boy, his chain whistling annoyingly. Threats were closing from all directions now, and he would DESTROY THEM ALL! But then there was something else, something at the edge of the swirling maelstrom of birds was tugging at his awareness.


The warden, he thought. Of course. I knew he would show up eventually.


“FREEDOM AND JUSTICE CANNOT BE BARRED, WARDEN!” Terrence screamed. “NOT EVEN IN YOUR SHAMEFUL PRISON! YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT TARZAN DOES NOT BELONG IN THE JUNGLE!? THAT BATMAN IS TO BE KICKED OUT OF GOTHAM!? OR PERHAPS THAT WHAT THE LEFT TURN ON LINCOLN AVENUE WAS THAT!?”


Terrence’s righteous shrieking choked off with a squeak, and he covered his eyes.


"HEY!" he yelled, averting his gaze and pointing in the direction of the giant girl. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! DO YOU KNOW NOTHING OF PUBLIC DECENCY!?"


He sneaked another peek in her direction and saw that she had some clothes on now. A shirt, pants and a sensibly modest poncho. Practical. Keep off the bird sh-- “You there! Chain boy! Will you leave off it?! You cannot possibly hope to-”


...with a yelp, Terrence Fowler was no longer proudly riding Henry down the middle of the street outside the prison.


One brief but sharp pavement hug later, a young man was pinning a wheezing Terrence to the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending his army helmet rolling a few feet away.


Thank goodness for that helmet. It had borne the brunt of the impact with the ground. And mom had said it would just look stupid...well, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY NOW, MOM!?


It wasn’t much help now though, as the the little ball of nerd rage was upon him, and the helmet was way over there! No matter. His family would defend him from this indignity!


Though the world around him could only hear the deafening cacophony of thousands of screaming avians, to him… to him it was the fearsome choir of a family scorned. The fear and concern mixed with the wrath and the desire to protect. So beautiful and moving, yet truly frightening.


Before Terrence could respond, three things happened: First, there was a rush of air and a yell, followed by the sound of someone landing roughly on the pavement. Then, another rush of air, followed by the sound of metal on concrete that sounded suspiciously like a chain clattering. Terrence tried to turn to see what it was, but that was when the third thing happened.


The weight shifted on top of Terrence, and he distinctly heard the small pop! in his left leg right before he screamed.


As if in response to Terrence’s pain, the hurricane hit category 5. Every bird in the sky folded its wings and dropped, a feathery cacophony of calls, shrieks, and screeches becoming the loudest (and first) organic hailstorm ever witnessed, let alone one visible from space.


The madness that now ensued would have left Alfred Hitchcock trembling in the corner. It was absolute chaos. My friends! He thought, fighting the panic quickly rising in his stomach and losing. MY SWEET, SWEET FEATHERY FRIENDS!


A voice, strong and steady, with the barest hint of despair, rolled across the chaotic scene like a steam roller, cutting through all the racket and clamor like a record scratch in a dance club. For just the span of a few heartbeats, everything seemed to stop dead. The birds all found perches and Terrence wondered if he'd finally found God. He was just starting to try to work out what God needed with policemen and ambulances when a rapid series of tooth rattling impacts shook the ground. As the bird storm began to reignite, and the echoes of the impacts died away, Terrence had just enough time to think, Well whatever the hell that was, at least things are back to nor-


And then the whole world shook. All the humans took to the air for a moment as if to join the birds. Every car alarm for blocks added its voice to the cacophony, and as the tiny humans all flopped back to the ground like fish who had thought to be birds, there was a painful crackle of electricity through the ground. The poor, poor Flightless, he thought miserably. And my poor airborne brothers and sisters, too! Where will they rest their tired wings now, with their perches destroyed?


And then, just when things couldn’t have gotten worse, he heard it. A distant hum, soft but discordant. Like Times Square at rush hour, except that the honking was very much alive. And very, very angry.

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Mean streets of Baltimore


Nearby: Terrance, Henry, Jordan, Danny. Oh, and Tabitha!


Mood: Oh, I am hurt!


@s@DJ MagicHat @Zahzi @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz

The chain was on target. Lucas poured every last ounce of his effort into pushing the rotation just a whisker faster. His balance was compromised, which Sifu would have chided him for, but with his reflexes pushed into what he was now coming to think of as 'hyper-time' mode, he could see there was no way the old man could move fast enough to avoid the strike. The counter tension from the chain would be more than enough to regain his footing. Then, a premonition of disaster: dropping into his peripheral vision from his upper right, moving so fast that even in slow motion it was a blur, a little bundle of adolescence, armor and anger, streaked down from above like a meteor.


Well shit.


Now there was nothing to do but wait for time to speed back up again and kiss asphalt. Sure enough, the little ball of fury that is Jordan knocks the madman clean out of the path of the chain, and the momentum of his swing carried Lucas around a full one hundred and eighty degrees before his toes lost traction and down he went. He dropped the swing-set seat to free up his hands just as his time sense shifted back to normal and he face planted right into a veritable river of bird droppings oozing down the gutter by the sidewalk.


Sure. Why not.


He pushes himself up and wipes himself off as best he can. Jordan has the madman pinned down. Sounds like maybe broke the guys leg. So that's that. It's over. It seems a little anti-climatic really, and he can't even work up much anger now that it is done. He almost feels bad for the old guy now, crying and carrying on like that, clearly he is mentally disturbed. ...what is that whistling noise?


“Tort a dieu!”


Lucas looks up just in time to spring back, avoiding the worst of the torrent of birds dive bombing the street. The old man and his fellow student vanish in a boiling mass of avian rage. In his haste and alarm, Lucas tripped on the edge of the sidewalk, sprawling backward and scrambling away from the horrific vision unfolding before him. Nobody could possibly have survived such carnage! In point of fact, it remained to be seen if Lucas would. The swarm of birds was spreading faster than he could back away and he had already taken several superficial cuts to his face, back, chest and arms. His shirt was in ribbons, and soaked in blood. His righteous indignation has been replaced with panic, and time snapping into slow motion doesn't make it the least bit better. It felt exactly like a nightmare, his feet kicking uselessly against the concrete, skidding backwards like a crab, but far, far too slowly, as the tidal wave of birds spreads towards him with sickening speed. He doesn't want to die. Not now. Not like this.


He tucked into a ball just as the wave broke over him, and it parted slightly, adding only a few more scratches, mostly to his shins and fore arms. Time shifted back to normal, but the birds seemed to have slowed their assault. Director Swan's voice rolled over the city, strong and calming, like any ordinary public address at the school. But he was asking for help. It was impossible to imagine what that man could need help with. Whatever it was must be far worse than this! That was also a little difficult to picture...


Lucas tentatively unfurled himself, lying flat in the grass, and for the moment the birds seemed to ignore him. All the ones nearby were looking up and back towards the zoo, over the top of his head. He craned his neck to look back and goggled. Towering over the zoo, her long black hair waving in the breeze, tossing over her shoulder like a banner of hope as she turned to look out towards the city, was the other new student. The tall one. The shy one. She was... Enorme! Magnifique! She was heading this way! She was... was... stumbling?


The tremors each take a second to arrive, every subsequent impact dwarfing the previous one. The delays got smaller with each staggering step that she took until, at last, she wavered and fell. It took several seconds to happen, and was truly terrifying to watch, as if someone had felled a sequoia tree. Lucas and the birds around him watched, open mouthed and open beaked, oblivious to anything else as she fell. The impact when she landed knocked them all off of their feet. Lucas picked himself up, bloodied, shocked, half deafened, and looked around at all the birds lying on the ground around him, twitching.


“Que se passe-t-il?”


Then he saw the power line, hissing and spitting nearby, spreading its deadly invisible force across the grass, immobilizing all the poor birds. Without thinking, he ran to the downed line and grabbed it as close as he could to the pole, wrapping the shreds of his tattered shirt around it so that it didn't simply phase through him. He looked back to see the birds picking themselves up and shaking out their feathers. The current was now passing through him and grounding out far enough from the birds to protect them from further harm. With a few quick yanks, he pulled the lines from the transformer, taking the high tension voltage for himself and killing most of the local grid. Hm. Hadn't realized until now, just how hungry he was! The nurse must have neglected to plug him in overnight at the clinic...


He walked the live lines over to the parking lot and tossed them through the shattered back window of an empty car, limiting the spread of the electric field across the ground. A quick scan of the lot showed another downed set of lines a little closer to the zoo, and a huge bull ostrich hemmed in by the shower of sparks. Emboldened by his initial successes, Lucas jogs over to try to help. The bird was clearly frightened and angry, dancing this way and that to avoid the sparks and jumping reflexively whenever it touched high voltage areas on the ground. He spoke to it soothingly, as best he could, and moved quickly into position to grab the wire and pull it out and away from the wall. In retrospect, 'moving quickly' is probably not in the handbook of ways to deal with an angry frightened ostrich.


It lashed out with its talons like a striking snake, with no warning, connected solidly with Lucas's midsection, and tore him open, stopping only after snapping through four ribs, lacerating his liver, and collapsing his left lung. The impact knocked him back some fifteen feet, and the landing on the pavement of the parking lot shattered the occipital bone of his skull with a sickening crunch. He tried to cry out, but he couldn't take a breath. His abdomen hurt terribly with each effort he made to breathe, so he stopped trying. A shadow fell over him, and for just a moment he thought someone had come to help him. Even as his consciousness faded and he began to go into shock however, he recognized the bald red head of the bird perched over him, cocked sideways to peer at him closely. It was a vulture, and he'd brought friends. And the last thing Luc saw was the creature turn it's wickedly hooked beak toward his face to take a first tentative peck.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: Yes. Mood. Um... one of those?


Location: Zoo


Company: Valkyries


@s: @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz @Gus @KingHink @Zahzi @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Unlimited @DJ MagicHat


Ooc: I had his permission, yes.

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

"Of course, Mister Travis!" Allen cheerfully exclaimed from the ground. "Everyth-" Booooom! "-ing is perf-" 'This is the Audio, director of Aegis training facility 108 requesting immediate police, Commonwealth, medical, and blue badge support, there has been an anti-super terrorist attack carried out by fanatics calling themselves Knights of Raguel at Owing Mills Mall. To the public, get to safety, help those who need it to the nearest hospital. To any supers nearby, blue badge or not, please, please, I urge you to do all you can to help those who need it.' "-ectly und-" SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE "-er contr-" ooooooooooooooooooooweeooeeooeeooeeoo! "-ol. No nee-" WHUMP "-d for concern!" "Augh!"


Lazarus lifted Allen's head. "Say, what was that sound??" Allen rolled over and got up from his hands and knees, then tilted off into the wreckage that once was at least half of the Baltimore Zoo.


He ended up basically rolling through what seemed like 50 yards of imaginary poncho before coming out the other side, having not found Ms. Crane. A hoarse craw, like a raven addicted to cigars these fifty years, caught the attention of Lazarus, who whipped Allen's head around to *KRACK*...


Allen's head lolled to the side; his arms found their way to his temples and repositioned it back to its usual, non-neck-broken state while his spine was knit back together. In the meantime, he was bodily turned to investigate the situation.


Waddling out from behind a corner, he was met with a gruesome scene. Vultures crowded like oversized flies, beaks stained with blood and wings competing for space. Allen toddled over towards the party. "Shoo! Shoo w-I say!" his arms waved about and he made aggressive noises.


One of the vultures shot him a sidelong glare and squacked, as if to say 'bugroff'. "We'll have you know, that's not very amicable behavior!" His finger waved at the bird as if scolding a child. The vulture stared at him confusedly, and then vomited stomach acids at Allen's hand. When it regrew, the scavenger took flight from its perch to seek prey less weird.


The empty space it left revealed the bloody chest of Lucas Marsolet.


"Oh dear..." Lazarus swatted aside the rest of the vultures and examined Lucas's form. His left midsection was open, his liver was missing. His eyes, or rather the remaining eye, was open and dry. "oh dear..."


Allen's head turned; Lazarus checked to make sure no one was within sight, and prepared to enter Lucas's body... But... What would happen? Even if we can repair his brain... We've never brought anyone back from the dead... And he would probably interfere electrically with our functions... We'd be exposed. And Lucas might not recover. No. No, we can't. We have to leave him. How can we react... How should we make Allen react? WE DIDN'T GOOGLE HOW TO REACT TO DEATH! Drat drat drat, drat! Observe. Drat. We have to observe. Let the others react and learn from them. Yes.


Allen staggered off to find Ms. Huang...

 

[Zahzi]

Jordan Ortega Brahn

Location: Baltimore Zoo

Nearby: ASSHOLE MCDOUCHENOZZLE ( @DJ MagicHat )

Disposition: THIS IS FOR AAALLL THE WHITE-HAIRED PEOPLE WHO GET SHAT ON BY BIRDS ON THE HEAD!!

The maniacal laughter returned as Jordan's apparatus pinned the crazy prick down onto the ground. The fact that the birds began to swarm like ravenous locusts around the area did not help ease the scene of mild psychosis, and only fueled his current mood. Two of the limbs hung above Jordan, extending around the boy to keep the birds from attacking him. They were constantly moving around to block the numerous angry demons of the avian variety from pecking a hole into his skull. He was nice enough that the 'feet' of the construct here not piercing into the idiot. More like gently crushing the man's limbs with weight comparable to go-kart.

...He'd be fine.

"You know, I've dealt with A LOT OF BULLSHIT TODAY! I GOT STUCK IN HELPING WITH THIS SHITTY COMMUNITY SERVICE ASSIGNMENT. GOT BURIED UNDER FALLING SNOW, SLIPPED ON ICE, PUNTED BY YOUR ASSHAT BIRDS, AND PECKED BY ENOUGH OF THE FLYING RATS THAT I'M SURPRISED MY EYES WEREN'T PECKED OUT! But ya wanna know what was the WORST offence I've dealt with today..?" he asked, lowering down to be right in the deranged man's face.

"Because of YOU..." he trailed, prodding at the man's nose.

"I WASN'T ABLE TO SEE NEW FENNEC FOX EXHIBIT!" he screeched, his tone hitting decibels only reachable by someone whose vocal chords are as warped as his were...

"AND NOW THAT YOU ARE STUCK HERE, I HAVE YOU RIGHT WHERE I WAN-"

-Splat-

Since the dawn of creation, man and bird have had a strained relationship with one another. While both sides have been known to attack and eat the other in varying circumstances, it is only one side that has chosen a method of aggression the other could never comprehend. My dear reader, I am of course, referring to getting shat on from the air.

There was a long moment of pause before an ear-splitting shriek that could rival anything else happening that day violently had its way with the eardrums of all involved.

"THAT'S IT. I'M DONE! FUCK YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH."

The legs hopped off the man before three of the limbs combined together to make a much more solid limb and rose up from behind, like a windup before a big kick. Because that was exactly what this was....

Aimed at the poor guy's manhood.

...Maybe he won't be fine...

"FUCK YOU AND THE BIRD YOU RODE IN ON!"

And with that, he had the leg kick true, aiming for poor, poor Henry.​

 

[D. Rex]

Name: Victoria Beckett


Mood: Awed, annoyed, omg, wtf, hory shet, concerned, annoyed, fearful, sick (in no particular order)


Location: Baltimore City Zoo


Company: The Zookeeper, Danny, Kyle, Mr. McNabb, Lucas, Tabitha


Tags: @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz @Gus @Bag o Fruit @Zahzi @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Unlimited @DJ MagicHat @welian


Plot/Class: Community Service, Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

Just when she thought she might have reached the man, her classmate decided to but his head and and sabotage her attempts. However, before she could try and interrupt him, she caught sight of something. Another one of her classmates, Eden. Oh how she wanted to yell at him for being so stupid as to jump in an ostritch or that he was going to get himself... but right now all she could do was stare. As what was happening seemed quite... something... and for the briefest moment, time sort of felt like it slowed down as she watched. Even from this distance she could see the look of determination on his face, and somehow it made the scene seem all the more serious. He really did look quite gallant on that mount as he rode bravely into danger... and even the slight purple hue of her vision made falling white feathers reminiscent of cherry blossoms that seemed to frame the scene like it would from some heroic scene in an anime... wait... hell no! Victoria forced herself out of the DAMNED-THAT-PINK-HAIR stupor and forced herself back to the matter at hand.


Victoria scowled as Daniel ran off after running his mouth to the Zookeeper. Was he seriously trying to make the situation with him worse? Thankfully the Zookeeper seemed to have more control of his temper than she had initially expected and it seemed that shrugged off rather quickly what Danny had said. "I'll do what I can, okay?" She said in response. Though as she looked when he did, she was just as surprised as he was to see Tabitha being rather suddenly clothed. "I didn-" she was cut off in her protest by the brief wailing of his phone.


Victoria pointed towards where she had last seen their 'supervisiors'. "The old man, the biker chick, and the caberet musical rich looking woman." She told him, figuring he probably didn't care to much about names. She was about to add more when Tabitha began running away... oh god... and then fell... Victoria couldn't watch, and braced herself for the impact of what a falling giant girl might deliver. When she opened her eyes after the slight tremor she could see some sparks over in that direction. However she couldn't see the gigantic form of Tabitha... oh god...


Victoria hurried off without further ado. Tabitha might need some help! Even ignoring what the Zookeeper was now shouting at her for. (Like she had both the ability to conjure peanut butter and control reckless supers!) No, the aggression of birds was not lost on her. So far, thankfully, her puffy coat and hood was doing an adequate job at protecting her from talons and beaks of the smaller avians, and her limiter covered almost half of her face so she didn't have to worry about her eyes being pecked out. She hoped the Zookeeper would not fair poorly at this.


As much as she didn't want too, because who knows how 'helpful' he would be, she had to at least try. "Daniel!" She called loudly. Trying to raise her voice above the incessant noise of the now raging birdicaine. "Let them handle the crazy guy! Please, we need to go help Tabitha!" Hopefully he would hear. Hopefully he would respond favorably. But damn it all if she wasnt half expecting on trying to keep order by herself at this point. Tabitha needed help though. Especially with all the danger that was only seeming to escalate.


With that, she turned and began running towards the car park and the direction that Tabitha had gone. The other kid was here somewhere. Claude. Clay. Klyde. "Kyle! We need to help Tabitha!" She hollered at him in passing. Surely he would be useful in helping her, especially with whatever his ability seemed to be. Vicky knew that if Tabby was injured, they would need to get her out of there and protect her from all of these birds. Thank goodness there had yet to seem to be serious civilian injuries yet.


Victoria would only stop as she passed McNabb, who she saw by a bloody body on the ground. It was another one of her classmates, the French guy... As she got closer she paused briefly, bringing her hands yo her mouth as she saw how bad his injuries seemed to be. She could feel the bile begin to creep up in her throat as it was becoming more and more real how dangerous this situation was becoming. Mr. McNabb was taking care of him... she was now really hoping that Tabitha was not in such a state, as well as struggling to put the image out of her mind that that could happen to her. She wasn't feeling too good.


Despite the running, she wasn't yet out of breath. But it was getting quite hot, though she wasn't going to dare unzip her jacket as she navigated the destruction left in the giant girls wakes. As she reached the scene where the giantess had fallen, Victoria practically dove into the sea of fabric, trying to feel around for her fallen classmate."Tabitha!"

 

[Lemon Boy]

KYLE KEYSOR

Mood: Annoyed, Disoreintated, Pained.


Location: Car Park


Company: A few fellow, distant students but no one particularly close.


@'s: @KingHink @Captain Hesperus @Zahzi @Bag o Fruit @Gus @DJ MagicHat @Teh Frixz @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Unlimited @welian


OOC: #Oilbath #Moisturisethatskinbby #Mmmmmdreamliquidskincare

To be perfectly honest, even If he could remain aware whilst asleep, he had forgotten entirely how all this started and was still utterly confused in what was happening. Time seemed to be going a lot quicker and the chaos just kept growing and growing.


What he did sadly know, however, was that one of the students (A french speaking guy) was wounded, mortally, and he didn't look like he had that long to live; giving him more than a few minutes would probably be pushing it on the expectation scale. Didn't he bring a car with him?


Might as wel-


The giantess suddenly fell headlong into the car park, with the ground cracking beneath her and Kyle was quite thankful he was far enough away not to get squished. Not a great way to die, being crushed by a giant person. Lots of blood and way too much cleaning. It was at that moment that she began to shrink down to her normal height, with the clothes he had conjured for her remaining there ordinary giantess fitted size. It seemed like a girl and a few others were starting to panic as they began to look for her. This should be simple, just imagine the clothes to be g-


FUCKIN CHRIST


With that mere thought of getting rid of the clothes simply, fate decided that Kyle should go royally screw himself. A million car alarms roared in union and the screaming of those damned birds filled the air even more, with Kyle's face turning into one of great displeasure and pain. There was a reason he often took his time awakening and It was to avoid all the mental feedback and avoid the immense pain that came with it. With this pain came twisted imagery that filled his mind, that soon seeped into reality.


As they flew the skies with elegance and beauty, they suddenly emitted metallic and deep screeches of agony and suffering that quite easily overshadowed the cries of the frenzied birds. Their wings were torn apart and flayed from their backs, their claws tensing and breaking apart into dust as their forms dented, shattered and imploded. They seemed to tear themselves apart as a black ichor leaked from the cracks that formed around their bodies, falling from the skies as if they were cast down by god himself and dissolving into piles of dust as their screams filled the air until their very last moments of existence. It was a horrific sight, to say the least.


The clothes that hid the unconscious body of Tabitha suddenly bubbled and began to move, as if gaining a will of their own as the angels fell from the skies. The clothes took on the form of the giantess, yet with a body of black and retched claws, a disgustingly warped form. Just as quickly as it formed from nothing, the being ripped itself apart with a wail of overwhelming suffering. As it continued to rip itself apart, Kyle awoke, and the clothes that took on the form of the giantess suddenly collapsed into a large rush of black ichor that took on the consistency of oil, coating the parking lot and the frontal area of the zoo as it seeped everywhere. Many a bird as well were consumed by the great flood and spewing of this liquid, It was like an oil spill.


Kyle, meanwhile in this utter shit show of losing control of his powers, had forcefully pulled himself from the short nightmare that had occurred as a result of all the sudden, chaotic and overly loud stimuli. Rubbing his temples. He might as well have had just suffered a damn brain aneurysm. "Ouch...."

 

[ViAdvena]

Marianne Ross

Location:


Commonwealth HQ


Company:


Kennith


Kendrick


Jamie


Group:


Party in the CIA



​

BANG.


The world slowed down in her eyes as the sound filled the air, and for a moment she almost could see everything in an unearthly clarity. The trail of the bullet after it pierced through its target. How the director staggered back from the impact. Everything happened in a painfully slow movement.


Then the first grenade rolled in, and the world speed back to normal.


"H-Hey!" Shielding herself from the explosion of light and sound, Mary could barely hear other people's voice amidst the chaotic situation. But she heard someone calling her name. That was Kennith's voice. "We gotta do something! Mary-"


She knew what was Kennith going to say even before he finished his sentence.


"-I saw where the director was! If you can make one under her body...we might be able to save her!"


"Understood." It's weird. She could sense panic seeped in from the corner of her mind, but it felt distant. As if everything happened inside a sealed room. Kennith then said something about finding a first aid kit. "Wait Kennith, I think she need hospital mor-" too late, Kennith had gone away to find it.


Alright, she would tell Kennith later. Now was the time to focus on their current situation. Not far from her, Kendrick had been doing his part, commanding his army of...plushies? If not for the dire situation, she would have commented that it was kind of cute, and not in condescending way. Now for her own job. Mary also saw where the director was before the smoke flood in, and there's no way she could move far from that spot after the attack. But there was a big chance whoever threw that smoke bomb was nearby. With how the smoke limit the visibility to near zero...it's not a good thing.


Mary stared into the smoke. Around thirty feet. She looked up. Ten feet? She raised her hand and formed a circle with her thumb and index finger. Perhaps sixty degree to look down. Another portal was formed between her fingers, showing the outside view from above. Damn it, even from here the smoke is too thick to see- oh wait... Her gaze fell at the spot clear from the smoke. Beside the capped girl, there was an unmistakable shade of red. There she is! Their distance is...thirty feet more? The smoke obscured any tiles or paver blocks that she could use as a measurement, so she could only guess. Already seeing what she need to know, she let the small portal blinked away.


With a click, her limiter fell into her pocket. The irony that she did this right in the center of Commonwealth's activity to help their director didn't escape her. In an instant a much bigger portal opened before her, and she went into it without much thought.


To almost collide with Jamie.


"Whoa-" Mary jumped back in surprise. She didn't expect the portal to open just a few centimeter away from the capped girl. "Sorry, a bit miscalculation there- but you need to help the director!" She pointed at the red-haired woman behind Jamie, "Someone shot her-" Then the reality hit her. "HOLY SHIT SHE GOT SHOT! We need to bring her to ER, quick!"