Futuristic The Genesis Syndicate

[Shura]

I’m alive?


The thought crossed Mins mind several times over as she sat in the car wreck still in shock over the crash. The world around her was unfocused and muffled. She couldn’t believe she was alive, she had felt everything that happened and yet her body was whole and healed. She stared at her previously crushed hand not a scratch or scar marking her skin. A muffled voice briefly caught her attention and she shifted her wide eyed gaze to a strange man. His presence only vaguely registered in her mind before he was gone from sight again.


Rem


She quickly looked over towards the driver’s side seeing only a glimpse of him before he fell out of the car. Seeing the man who had saved her life, possibly for the second time that day, snapped her back to her sense. The smell of oil, gas and grease was almost overwhelming as it assaulted her nose. She coughed briefly before slowly and shakily pulling herself out of the car. She looked around seeing slowly gathering sea of cars on one side of the crash a few cars managing to craw past the wreck but traffic was otherwise locked.


A sound caught her attention and she glanced up to the sky wincing at the burst of sunlight which assaulted her eyes. In the distance she could see two different choppers approaching the site. The scream of sirens started to grow louder as ambulance and police tried to get through traffic. A stab of fear ran through Min as she realized recapture would be almost guaranteed if she was taken to a hospital or police station. She had to get out of sight before they arrived.


Legs finally waking up enough to move Min made hurried around the back of the mustang to check on Rem and make sure he was okay. The sight of the man gave her pause as he laid upon the heated asphalt severally emaciated, a skeleton of his former self. It was unreal how drastic the change was in the man who looked much older than he did before. Fearing the worst Min knelt down to see if he was still even alive. The subtle movement of his bony chest gave her hope, he was alive for now but there was no telling how much longer that would last.


Min’s mind scrambled to try and think of a way out. Stealing one of the slow moving cars was possible but even if she could get a car where would she go? No food, no money, not equipment. The thought of stealing an ambulance briefly crossed her mind but her confidence in that plan was shaken since an ambulance would be spotted and found easily. As much as they needed what was inside it was impossible to keep it for long.


Then again being taken to a hospital could prove useful. Once Rem was taken care of she could use her power to escape. A hospital would be much easier to break out than the labs. She just hoped there would be enough time to escape before being dragged back to the labs.


@LotusSan

 

[Penelope Burns]

For the last few milliseconds before contact, Abigail gave up. She let her end come, ready to see just what happened when you died. Perhaps she shouldn't have focused entirely on survival, all of her thoughts and actions brought her to that point anyway. Everything she did when focused on keeping herself alive got her killed anyway, so what was the point in bothering to try keeping herself alive?


Had Truth not grabbed onto her, she surely would have died in that moment of impact.Abigail felt him shove her head into his chest, felt the cars collide, even heard a scream from Nadia during the moment of chaos. She felt shrapnel slide harmlessly off her, heard the drip drip of some mysterious liquid in the background. Was it blood? Gasoline? Neither would have been good, though if need be gasoline could have been useful.


He saved her. Why had he done it, why commit himself to such a foolish, suicidal act when he could have kept himself alive? Abigail had to know, more than anything. She watched him escape the wreckage looking like a man who was just forced out of a bar for being too disorderly. Her mind and body both were in extreme pain, so she couldn't have imagined how he could still walk after taking on the brunt of the damage.


She saw just how bad it was when he opened her door and began coughing up blood. He tried to seem suave, to walk it off, but his legs weren't able to handle the pressure of his body. Abigail tried to get up, to walk to him, but her body seemed unresponsive to her actions. She could turn her head, open her mouth, but the remainder of her body was too shaky, too weak to move. The shock from the car crash must have been too much.


The bitter autumn air seemed to blast her face with her door now gone, and she saw that Nadia had passed out. The two of them looked terrible, truth himself seemed like he was beyond help, but they paled in comparison to the man who seemed to be on the other side of their crash. His body was torn to hell, with injuries all over. His life was nearing its end, or so it looked from Abigail's perspective. She needed to get up, to go to them and see if they could be saved.


After several seconds, Abigail managed to force her arm to move and unbuckle her seatbelt, mostly freeing her from the death trap. She was still extremely weak, and her legs wouldn't have been able to keep her up if she had managed to stand, but being free was something. Abigail tried motioning to other cars on the highway, trying to receive their assistance, but it seemed Truth blocked them off from the remainder of the highway. People often slowed down, but nobody stopped. Eventually someone would, but that would only matter if the ambulances and police didn't arrive before then.


Truth and the mystery man obviously needed medical attention, and Nadia needed some looking at, but if Truth were caught at the hospital then the Syndicate would just have to wait for his recovery and swoop in. And even if they didn't, every cop in the city wanted the opportunity to down Truth. She had to find some way to protect him. If she were hospitalized then her own chances of being found out were high, and he would have little to no chance of standing up against the Syndicate and TFPD.


Abigail forced herself to recover, forced her legs to work through the shock. It was insanely difficult, but finally Abigail managed to stand up on her legs, if only by leaning on the car. As soon as she did, however, it was too late. The sound of police and ambulance sirens was growing louder and louder as each second passed, and her opportunity to steal a car was gone. She had to look as healthy as possible, despite the wreck.


At that moment, Abigail saw another survivor, someone unphased by the crash. How had she been unaffected? The crash was brutal, it should have been deadly to both parties, and Abigail's side was only saved because of Truth. "Hey!" Abigail waved to the girl, trying to get her attention. This was impossible, something was going on. It barely mattered, a moment later police cars and ambulances arrived on the scene, obviously ready to escort everyone to the hospital.


Abigail didn't see the old man in there, nor any other familiar face from the bus. That was as close to a good sign as they were going to get, it was possible (though unlikely) none of these officers had seen Truth before.

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

The drone, and it being in the air. Oh this was so much fun for her at the moment, so much so that it had distracted her from her true mission in the kitchen. She was here for more bananas, and perhaps some cereal. Oh what if they had steak? How glorious steak would be at the moment. Mmm. Medium well with the OH GOD where was the steak? She blinked a bit when she realized she had started drooling and wiped that bit off.


Fries would be nice though. Then she heard a voice, one that she recognized from her short meeting earlier and turned to face the woman who spoke. Oy, it was that woman. What was her name. Ginger. Ginseng. Vinegar! No, that's silly. It's clearly Vineyard,"That sounds delicious Miss Vineyard. Except I have to ask, why are you making whore doors? Why do whores need doors?"


She stopped and let her finger tap on her chin a minute and rose a brow,"Also, why are these whore doors edible? Is there something you're not telling me! I want answers, I want the truth!" Though her voice had plenty of energy and enthusiasm, conviction even her countenance gave nothing away. It was flat, emotionless,"Don't Dare respond with I can't handle the truth either! I know I can. I am a real boy!"


She glanced at the woman, staring with her bright brown eyes before strolling over to the closest fridge and bringing out a bottle of gatorade,"While we're speaking of whore doors, do you all have a basketball court? A gal needs her exercise." A genuine smile followed that statement, as he uncapped the red beverage taking a big sip of it before her lip quivered,"This...this...IS DELICIOUS! Where y'all buy these gatorages? Walmart? Kroger? Fred's? Winn-Dixie? Girl..."


@Elle Joyner

 

[Elle Joyner]

She'd met her share of eccentric people, since her start at Haven, but the girl in the kitchen with her certainly took the cake. Eyes wide, confusion evident in her eyes, Ginny shook her head at the rambling... having built up something of a tolerance to it, through Oswald, though he was not nearly so over the top with energy. She did her best to keep up, but it wasn't easy, and there was only so much she could do with what was given to her.


"It's...Ginny. And not whore doors. I'm not sure that's even a thing, and if it was, I certainly wouldn't be making it, especially not here, in the kitchen. Hor'd'oeuvres. Snacks. Probably just something quick, like stuffed mushrooms and bruschetta... Maybe some prosciutto wrapped melon. Oh, hmm... I wonder if we've got serrano..."


Turning on the kettle, after filling it with water, Ginny returned to the fridge, where she began rummaging again, collecting ingredients, which were laid out on the island behind her. As she collected, she peeked up over the door at Tatyanna and smiled faintly, "I don't do the house shopping. That's a question for Oswald, but I'm pretty sure it's just regular old cherry Gatoraid."


After her supplies were selected, Ginny turned back to island to begin her prep work. Her knife skills were, to put it mildly, above par, and within minutes she had everything chopped and set aside, and had begun to assemble the stuffed mushrooms... breadcrumbs, garlic, Romano cheese, parsley, mint, salt and pepper, and the bruschetta... onions, tomatoes, parsley, olive oil and seasoning. A loaf of bread was cut, the pieces oiled and placed in the over with a little salt and pepper and when the mushrooms were done, they went into the oven with the crostini. Afterwards, she made quick work wrapping the prosciutto and ham around the honeydew and cantaloupe, assembling them carefully on a large dish.


Looking up from her work, she watched Tatyanna, "They'll be ready in about twenty minutes, give or take... but if you're hungry, I can make something up for you, real quick."

 

[Brax]

When Lucy had commented that she was happy he would learn to control his powers, Sean nodded. He knew it was something he had to do, for the better of himself and people around him – whether he had met them before, knew them currently, or would have yet to meet them. The female continued speaking, comparing herself to him. This caused a smile to erupt, once more. There was never a time in his life that he was able to compare himself to another; it was nice to finally get to know someone who knew a little bit about what exactly he was going through.


Then Lucy grabbed his hand. Sean would be careful not to close it, or move it purely out of complete and utter fear. Simply put, she would be able to use it to push herself up. Sean had subtracted his hand back to his side when she took hers, prior to him noticing just how awkward that pat on the back truly was. Really, really painful. She did not have to touch him at all, actually. Sean would have gone that route; then again, he could not exactly pat someone on the back without them having to pay the consequences.


Sean liked how he had to get the woman’s ‘go-ahead’ to move back to the living room. No words had passed from his lips, even as she began walking away. With a neutral expression on his face, Sean kept paused in motion as he watched her walk away. Of course, this only lasted for a mere two to three seconds. After which, Sean was making his way back to the kitchen so he could finally get something to eat.


The fact that Lucy had brought up the mere existence of the eggs was enough to have the man’s stomach rumbling. As he moved to his desired location, he even had to pass through the living room. There was something on the television – the news – but the tunnel-vision experience motivated by nourishment had been far more compelling and a bit more of a hog in terms of attention-grabbing.


Trotting along into the kitchen, Sean would move back to the fridge and open it up. Fruit, fruit!? FRUUUUUIT. None. Sean was an angry boy, and the fact that he would have to turn elsewhere was obnoxious at best. Upon closing the refrigerator door, Sean noticed that a plethora of fruit had been sitting up on the kitchen counter. The man paused at the sight, blinking twice at what was in front of him.


The anger had subsided as quickly as it came, but Sean did not think much about it. Within a few more moments, Sean found himself in a good old-fashioned Mexican standoff. The two that were being aimed at? Both a pear, and an apple. Eyes narrowed at the sight, weighing his options as to which one would be sacrificed to the mouth-god. Of course, immediately afterwards, Sean would walk out of the kitchen with both the pear and the apple.


Idiot.


Walking back into the living room, Sean munched happily on his apple. He even left the skin on. It certainly was not delicious by any means, but the actual content of the fruit itself was. The man simply left it on for funzies (oh, and the fact that it’s where the good shit in an apple comes from. Idiot.). Instead of plopping down on the couch right behind him, he would also remain standing. Hues kept peeled on the scene enfolding on the television, which happened to be live coverage of a crash.


Hm. Interesting.


Currently, Sean was unfamiliar with the landscape. He would not have known if the crash had occurred nearby. It seemed like a devastating accident, which was why such coverage was being subjected to the viewer in the first place. If it was on a local news channel, it must have occurred somewhere nearby. All the excitement between both getting food from the kitchen and the report from the news had occupied a lot of Sean’s brain space. He had damn-near forgot that there was actually a security breach going on, one of which no one bothered to take the time out to find both Lucy and Sean to tell them about it.


When he finished the apple, he immediately began eating the other piece of fruit. He held the core of the apple by the stem, waiting to take the trip to the garbage can because even big strongmen got lazy every once and a while. Aside from this, it was some very good thinking on Sean’s part; usually, he was not attentive enough to such things to do so. On a normal basis, he was the kind of person who WOULD take two trips.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Subject slowly shambled down the damp stone tunnel as it tried to stay inconspicuous, having picked up that fact that any kind of suitable prey wouldn't stay still and let Subject eat them. It had occurred to Subject, that the Humans did not want to be eaten, not that that really mattered to it at the moment. It was hungry and that fact was the only thing that Subject focused on as it slowly decreased the distance that existed between it and its newest target.


As the distance decreased, so did the visual detail that Subject possessed on the prey. At first it had been only a small shadowy dot along with the slightly bigger, more noticeable dot of light that was seemingly floating in the ink black darkness that made up the sky. It could now make out many things that cemented the idea of the shadowy dot being a Human, the human-like appendages out stretched, and the little grunts of effort prompting Subject to move faster.


Forgetting all pretense of stealth, Subject gurgled as it started to stampede towards its target with no intentions on stopping or slowing until it got its meal. At one point, Subject slipped on the ground it had originally had a good grip on, and started to slide towards the prey, actually going faster as the slime smoothed out Subject's path with its acidic physiology. Now moving quickly and silently, but quite recklessly, Subject braced itself for impact with its next source of nutrients.


Sliding across the ground, leaving a thin trail of the orange slime that made up its body, Subject sped forward in a slight blur as it finally got close enough to see the Human in full view. Slightly round, but not in the way of Squishy Humans, and wearing very ragged clothing that looked like they were about to fall off, with Subject's influence or not. All in all, the only word that came to mind for such a drastic type of Human was Deadbeat Human, the word provided to her as her need to name the variation of Human increased to an obsessive level.

Spoiler

Her small side mission done, Subject gurgled as it finally ran into the Deadbeat Human, the Human giving off a strangled airy gasp as it felt its back start to disintegrate, the clothing it wore not being enough to even hold Subject back for a few seconds like other humans had been. Breaking down the clothes, Subject started to pour a plethora of itself onto the Deadbeat Human's back and gurgled in pleasure as the beginning nutrients from the outer skin revitalized the slime and made it increase the fervor in which it ripped into the back of the delicious Human.


Drilling into the back of the squirming Deadbeat Human, who was screaming in pain, Subject attacked the long bone that was present there, something called the spine, and broke down the thin lining that covered and made up parts of the bone. Subject suddenly found its job made easier as the squirming of the human stopped once it had destroyed the spine, prompting Subject to send that bit of information to the back of her mind. Making her way to the more tasty parts, Subject forced itself into the veins of the Deadbeat Human and squeezed through them, shooting throughout the body and destroying it while it went along, absorbing the nutrients as the broken down matter was processed.


Making its way to the top part of the Human, Subject began to occupy and burn away the large mound of flesh located in the spherical cavity. The eyes of the Deadbeat Human lost their life as the destructive orange goop entered its brain, destroying the last bit of resistance it had to offer. However, the eyes were not inactive for long as they suddenly exploded in a spurt of orange goop, Subject having accidently pushed to much of itself into the skull and placing too much pressure onto the insides of the skull.


It quickly remedied this problem by increasing the speed at which it ate the skull, as well as sending the slime that was forced out to the outer skeleton and beginning to eat it there. In no time, the only thing remaining of the head, and body in general, were the two eye balls that had popped away from the slime ejection, and were now rolling along absently, their momentum slowly coming to a halt.


Subject sat against the wall, the sizzling noise quite intense as it stayed in constant connection with one portion of the wall. Subject absently rubbed its acidic finger against the crumbling wall, the stone easily giving way under its destructive guidance. The image taking shape from the ghost memories it had been recently getting more and more of, Subject looked up at the sky and watched as the light shown down on it, letting it glimpse the world in which humans came from, or at least, where they seemed to congregate.


Opening its awkwardly formed mouth, Subject moaned a weird wobbly sound as it reached out with its unoccupied hand, before lowering it down, realizing the futility of the action. Stumbling up from where it had collapsed in pleasure, Subject's recently formed legs recondensing into a thicker material that would be able to hold its weight, Subject took a second to balance itself, before looking around the black tunnel, trying to figure out which direction it had originally been heading, before randomly choosing and just heading down a random direction.


Subject never noticed the J it had carved into the wall.

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

She managed to glance at the woman speaking,"Right, my apologies. Your name is General, I'll remember that next time." She took that moment to listen to the rest of her words. They were words indeed. Whore doors. Kitchen. SNACKS. "Yes snacks, so much yes. No. Wait if you have a fancy name for em' they probably nasty."


She went back to tapping her finger against her chin before raising it in the air,"Hazaa! Sammich', no pork though. Ain't pose to eat that or nothin'." There was a nod in the confirmation of her own statement before she stopped,"So does this mean y'all ain't go no basketball court though?" A sip of the gatorade came before she blinked, and spit it out,"Cherry? Mother of God, Mary, damn it Ginseng! I'm allergic to cherry." She looked at the bottle and read it slowly and then narrowed her eyes at Ginny,"Oh nevermind Ginger, it's Fruit Punch. Woo. Close one."


Her arms stretched out before she took another sip of the gatorade and looked over to the woman before her,"So yeah, a sammich' ought' ta do me right. Ma'dear always made em' for me when she wasn't in the CDC curing diseases and saving the world. I miss her so." That was another bit of genuine emotion from the young woman. She hadn't seen her mother in years, she was dead after all.


Another sip of the gatorade, and she found herself on one of the counters, with a pack of oreo's in her lap. She didn't even remember getting up there, and she blinked a bit,"Oh, these are pretty good. You guys have a good things going on here. Really good."

 

[King Of Imagination]

Michael smiled, happy with what he found, and glad Orion had found someone else to connect to. Although the touching became a little too sensual for his liking. He laughed, a little uncomfortably. He then spoke in Ohm's mind, a bit more gently than when he had yelled at them as he dashed out the compound, "I didn't see anything you'd want kept secret. That's deeper in the mind, and much harder to access. So you're all set." He shot him a small grin, before relaxing against a tree. That's when he heard a thought, the same mental voice as before.


"...Telepath, huh? Bet you can't hear me! Hello?? Over here, you gorgeous thing, you! I'm right over here!"


Michael almost jumped out of his skin, blushing slightly at the female voice's comment, and looked around, trying to discern where it was coming from. He spoke back in his mind, "Where are you? I don't see you."


"...Wait... Did you just... Can you... You can hear me?"





"Yes, I can hear you. Of course I can hear you. Stop yelling."


"Oh, crap! You can! Oh! You have to help me! Tell me you can help me..."





"I mean, I'll try. At this point I'm going to assume you're invisible, and you can't speak, so hopefully this can be remedied." He realized he had said this last comment aloud, and looked at Ohm and Orion uncomfortably. "So yeah, some girl is talking to me in my head, and I can't even see her, so, um, she wants my help... and aparently thinks I'm attractive?"


@Grin @Kagura @Elle Joyner

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

"White......Do some work."


"But everything y'all send me to do is boring. I ain't a herd wrangler j'know."


"White."


"Fine, but I do it how I please."


"Just don't kill them, you were pretty close last time."


It was a dark room, the heels of black boots resting neatly on a desk. They were connected to legs, a dark, navy-blue cloth material that fit the form of relatively slim legs. It went to the waist that had black obi around it, before rising higher to a navy blue top that mimicked the outfit of a shinobi. Actually, the outfit was that of a shinobi if you discount the boots. Why he chose to wear clothing of the sort was unsure to anyone, not even hisself.


Yellow skin gave way to what was his neck and face, but his eyes were hidden by pair of very circular shades with black shaded lenses. A bit of the side of his head was shaved off, but it gave to the rest of his head which was covered in several long twisted hair giving the image of a faux hawk, with most of his head being wrapped by a black bandanna seemingly keeping his twisted hair upright. From what you can tell by his countenance, he didn't seem to pleased for the task he had at hand.


The chair he was sitting was tilted back as he let his feet rest on top of the desk before inhaling deeply. A single hand reached up this head removing the bandanna that was wrapped snugged around his head, before unfolding it and wrapping it around the lower half of his face. The twists in his hair dropped to the side of his face before his body soon began to seemingly liquefy into a whitish liquid, a long with his clothes and equipment, before sliding into a drain in the corner of the bathroom whose door was wide open.


It would be time as he made his ways through the drains of the syndicate building, before finally finding himself outside on a street in his regular form. His hand was inserted under his obi and when he withdrew it a phone appeared with an illuminated screen. He nodded placing it back under his obi before turning into that liquid again and sliding down a drain.


A few minutes would past before he would make his glorious entrance behind the subject on a stool of crystal near the wall where she had left the J on the wall. His hand extended to touch some of the acid that she left behind running his finger across it and pulling it back. He watched the exterior of his skin disintegrate before it immediately slowly began to grow back, healing,"Interesting, I'd expect it to hurt more but...maybe it overloads the senses. Or maybe it might be my healing factor. Whatever be the anomaly."


He blinked a few times before sighing,"Gross, let me stop showcasing my intelligence." He was now staring directly at the back of 'subject' a hidden smile under the bandanna he used as a mask,"You seem like too much trouble to wrangle, I'm not sure If I can heal any damage done to my bones. I guess I'm more so here to follow you and keep the higher ups off my ass...sound good? Good."


@DamagedGlasses

 

[Ozmic]

Oswald fought back a wince at first contact to his flesh, but calmed thereafter as the girl traced his features carefully, hands gently exploring his head and the map of strange scarring that lie across it. It was only when she dropped her hands and asked about his mutation, mentioning that he was humming, that he relaxed. There was no embarrassment there, at least none that he showed, but a great relief that the girl hadn't been completely put-off by his appearance.


"Hm, I suppose it is, yes. A part of it anyway," he replied with a kind smile. "From my studies, it seems that I've been enhanced with a sort of... inner conductivity - for lack of a better term. I can use this for such things as powering my augments. I believe it has something to do with my un-augmented sight as well."


Blinking, he stopped, realizing he was going on and on again. "Enough about that, though. We'll have plenty of time to discuss such things - that is, if you two would be willing to join me," he said, then turned to realize the other male was speaking into his mind again, much more casually than before. "Michael, there are really no secrets... but some memories are just harder to re-live than most," he said with a tinge of sadness, more easily noticed without the buzzing distortion that his mask gave his voice.


When Michael spoke again, however, Ohm raised a brow at the confusing words and squinted. After a moment of looking around, the male gave a small jolt and laughed. "You may not be able to see her, young man, but I certainly can! But, how? This must mean she's somehow a being of pure energy," he said, theorizing aloud as he studied the strange and almost ghostly form of a female.


"Ginny?" he questioned and then flushed and watched the other. "No... of course not. How could I think that. Her abilities do not reflect this type of projection." His tone was excited and quick as he snapped his gaze to Michael once again.


"Michael, ask her if she knows a Virginia Brauer!" he nearly shouted. "By the gods... I think I might have found her sister."


 
@Kagura @King Of Imagination @Elle Joyner

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Subject's pace was halted as it heard the activity behind it, the sound of squelching a reforming bringing nostalgia to Subject as it was reminded of the sound itself made when reforming or moving. Turning around, Subject stared confused at the Human who was not there before, his sudden presence not being fully understandable by the devolved brain of Subject.


Cocking its head, Subject opened its mouth in slight confusion, hoping the movement would make something click, but unfortunately, it was unsuccessful in getting any kind of sense to come up. However, frustrated with the lack of answers, Subject threw the problem into the back of its mind and merely started to shamble towards the Human. Actually as it got closer to the human, Subject could start to make out the tiny particulars of how the Human looked, and just like the Humans it had found before, this one seemed to be its own variation. With its darkened skin, a color Subject had seen around the compound, Subject couldn't help, but zone in on the bandanna that was wrapped around where it could only assume was its mouth.


Subject stopped for a second, rather interested in the way the bandanna concealed some of the Bandanna Human, before continuing, the realization that this was a Human making its hunger rise. The idea of contentment was thrown away as the desire for even more sustenance gave rise, Subject's body surging with eroding acid that would break down the Human quickly and leave nothing behind. With this rapidly charging acid, the nutrients within Subject's body quickly started to diminish as it was used up in the wasteful act of Subject increasing the amount of acid it used. Trying to keep a steady gate with denser slime, the act of controlling it consciously increasing the nutrients output, Subject gave up before letting her body deform into its default puddle. It finally had enough of how tedious it was to construct the infuriating legs that, while feeling natural, were unsteady and hard to maintain without incredible concentration that it did not possess.


Inside of the puddle, Subject began to swirl, making a little coil that wound tighter and tighter, increasing the energy contained within, before letting it loose. Shooting in the sky like a rubber band, the energy contained changed into the kinetic variation, Subject flew towards its prey with the sole desire to rip apart the bonds that had formed between the cells that made up its body and steal the nutrients that allowed it to live. Yes, this Bandanna Human would taste oh so good, maybe even be a suitable substitute for the Special Squishy Human it had missed out on, all thanks to that very annoying Special Human and the very strange weapon it had carried.


@AkuNoOkami

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

"Not much of a talker, eh?" White stated watching the subject intently, trying to pick up on what she was doing. He had already prepped himself that she would attack, well he read files and he did listen even though he wouldn't exactly follow the orders given to him. He was capable of handling himself, and maybe even to well suited for self perseverance to really do this particular assignment.


When the creature before him had begun to walk towards him before eventually turning into a puddle, White had knelt down near the running stream of water in the middle of the tunnel dipping his hand into the water. He didn't have long to think of what his next step would be so he acted, turning the long stream of water into a crystal form with a low coefficient of friction, almost as if it was ice but lacking the temperature consistent with it.


He watched the puddle for a moment before turning his arm into a spear, stabbing it in the now crystallized river and when the puddle launched he used his planted arm to force himself on his stomach and down the crystal. He was sliding quite easily, watching as the puddle was now headed towards where he would have been standing had he not made an evasive maneuver. "Kids these days," was the only thing he muttered as he slowly came to a stop a few feet down the path. He managed to get to his feet and brushed himself off, and even taking the time to bend over and knock some dirt off of his boot.


"Enough of being a penguin for the day," was the only thing he managed to say further watching his arm slowly going back to its original shape. His eyes cut back to the subject before him, the crystal under neath his feet turning back into its original liquid form it had been before he did his penguin dance. So his boots sank a bit, the water going over the top of his toes as he tilted his head to the side,"Shall we continue this dance?"


@DamagedGlasses

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Subject squelched as it hit the ground that had been the resting place for its target. Feeling the cold hard ground smacking into it due to the apparent emptiness of all life, Subject felt a crushing disappointment fall over it. Rising up and quickly taking form, not bothering with legs, Subject looked over its shoulders back at the Bandana Human who was now in another place. Instead of the body following suit and turning around with the head, Subject's head broke through the measly barrier that its lack of bones provided, and merely situated itself in a more comfortable position. With its head in place now, looking directly at its next meal, Subject cocked its head once more as it considered the possibilities of how it was going to get such a pesky prey. Subject hadn't been able to see it move, that much was obvious, but it had quickly learned in its life that its eyesight was the best during mid flight, and so the disappearance was a quite familiar thing Subject had gotten used to.


Subject looked inside of itself quickly and tried to think of something to disable the pesky Bandana Human's ability to dodge its movements, its flighty and underdeveloped mind thinking as fast as it could to try and recognize the problem. The nerves inside of Subject began to spark as they started to connect, the multiple neurons beginning to work overdrive as a rare connection was made, increasing the amount of knowledge Subject was able to utilize in its thought process. Subject's insubstantial eyes gained a glint of recognition as they looked at the situation, an idea forming inside the recently upgraded mind.


Subject's right arm, which had been hanging uselessly for the last few minutes of thought, started to drag down towards the ground, extending farther than Subject had thought it originally could, before Subject began to rear back with the elongated appendage. With a level of clumsy finesse that was unheard of, Subject threw the organic whip back, before snapping forward, sending the limb in all of its orange acidic glory towards the Bandana Human, hoping for some kind of positive outcome. It couldn't be certain the outcomes of this, however, as in all honesty this was most likely a Special Human of some kind. It had never seen Normal Humans dodge its movements, and it was sure it never would.


@AkuNoOkami

 

[King Of Imagination]

Michael spoke to the invisible girl in his mind, "The older robotic man would like to know if you happen to know Virginia Brauer?"


"There we go! Finally, putting it together! Yes! She's my sister... and thanks to this idiotic mutation business, she thinks I' dead. If I know Ginny, she's already found some miserable way to blame herself. I need her to know I'm here... That I'm alive."


"Of course, I'll let her know. If I could get into her head, I might even be able to get you two talking for a minute or two." Michael looks to Ohm, "It's Virginia's sister."


"Oh... oh, I don't know if she'd... Just... maybe just let her know, first. Those two... the guy with the mask, he and Ginny are close. He can help."


"Oh, alright." He looked to Ohm. "So, she said to have you help me get the message across to Virginia, since you're apparently very close to her." He was curious who this Ginny person was. He didn't know why, but the name sounded familiar. Maybe he had heard it while reading Ohm's mind.


@Grin @Elle Joyner

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

White watched, studying the creature. She seemed absent minded, dumbfounded even but there was still somehow an aura about her that showed that there was thoughts being processed. This put him on edge and he focused, studying the form before him and watching as the creature reared back its arm and sighed gently,"We're still dancing I see, well...."


He watched her still, looking ahead and changing his left foot into a bit of a shovel and when that piece of his opponent launched forward, he scooped up a decent amount of water and kicked it in the air, it turning into a sort of crystal wall allowing that arm to hit it. Not much of a sizzle or reaction occurred, the crystal construct was built similarly to diamond, so the transparent substance sort of just stood there in its erect form.


Another moment passed as he turned his foot back to its original state and threw his foot with all the force he could muster into the crystal structure. He did it for show, because he wasn't strong enough to break a substance whose structured resembled diamond. Instead when he kicked, he merely changed a thin piece in the middle of the wall into water causing the piece to split in half and when he kicked it went flying through the air at the opponent.


When it hit something, it would collide and then after the collision, a split second later it would revert back to its original form which in this case was the water.


@DamagedGlasses

 

[Ozmic]

Oswald blinked as Michael had his invisible conversation with the being. He tilted his head, moving closer toward her as they spoke and studying the form. She was, quite literally, pure energy at this point. No wonder he could see her in his semi-blindness! Watching her, he blinked back to reality as Michael spoke to him.


"That's fantastic!" he said brightly with an animated grin. "She'll be surely glad to know of it. She's mentioned her worry in the past, of course." Nodding afterwards he awaited the next relay of message from Michael. When it came, the scarred man gave a nod.





"I would agree. She's helped me a great deal with things around here and I dare say we've developed quite the friendship in our short time together," he said with an almost proud looking smile. "She is... much like a daughter to me, I suppose. Or, what I assume that would be like." He cut himself off, almost mentioning that he and his late wife had never had children, but decided that it would have just been more pointless rambling. There was a task at hand, now!


Gesturing toward the compound, he spoke to both Michael and Orion. "If you two... er, three would like to join me, we should head inside post-haste to continue this discussion and re-introduce Virginia to her no-long-lost sister, hmm?" Giving a grin, he started forward. "Please follow me."





@Elle Joyner @King Of Imagination @Kagura

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Pain. Its such an interesting thing. Subject sometimes thought of how much it affected its prey, but otherwise, its interaction with pain was limited to only certain events. Yet, in the times that it had experienced pain, it had been short, curt, and otherwise only a minor annoyance. With all of this in mind, Subject could easily say that it didn't like pain, but it hadn't experienced it enough to not like it. However, now that the Bandana Human had acted in a way Subject had not expected, it could easily say, or think, that it hated pain. It hadn't thought much of the obstacle in front of its attack.


No, the obstacle had only been a minor annoyance in its mind, and yet, even when its super acidic attack made contact with the object, Subject had been surprised with the lack of reaction, no burning, no sizzling, no sound, no results. The entire thing had been a useless endeavor that Subject was confused about, but mostly disappointed in. Now it had to use its last few seconds of intelligence to find ways to actually make a dent in the unnatural defense this prey seemed to possess.


Well, it had planned to think of something, but now that was the last thing on its mind. Subject hadn't originally thought much about the object which had been hit with, well, it hadn't for the first few seconds, but then the object had changed, morphed. It went from a passive annoyance to something that it couldn't stand. The strange liquid felt like it was eating it from the inside, her insides burning unpleasantly, and understatement, as the liquid began to destroy the already rather weak bonds that held the cells of Subject together. Her orange slime becoming lighter tint as the liquid broke it down, Subject used her unperverted insides to eject the liquid, throwing it roughly out of the insides of its body along with its own corrupted bodily contents, throwing away a ton of valuable nutrients. Letting it all out, feeling unusually sick, Subject pulled together the slide in its throat and let out an unearthly scream that echoed through the tunnels.


The sickness subdued by the scream, its insides shaken up as where the liquid was more equally dispersed through its body, Subject looked up at the Bandana Human with a look of anger and sullen irritation. There was nothing it could do, nothing at all to disrupt the natural defenses this Bandana Human seemed to possess. Its body feeling weaker than it ever had, as well as slower. Shaking its head in what seemed like an appropriate gesture, Subject turned around and started to slither off slowly, not wanting to disturb what had first been a prey, but was now a predator. At the moment, Subject did not have the energy or interest to take part in the fight against a predator, and it was too weak to do anything of value. All it could do was traverse through the tunnels and see if it could find a meal.


@AkuNoOkami

 

[Kagura]

Although the touching may seemed sensual to the other parties present, it was Orion's only way to 'look' at a face. It helped her associate the man with an 'image' inside of her head rather than a 'presence' with a voice. Most of her life she felt like she was talking to ghosts, but at least her gifts her had given her things to associate these voices with. Although these shapes were hard to discern for a girl that was just learning.


Ohm's power had to do with an inner connectivity, something that powered the particular arguments she had traced over. The girl simply nodded as if she understood any of the science behind it; Ohm did promise to explain it later if they followed him. Rather than answer, Orion turned back to Michael for his input on the situation.


Rather than respond to the query, Michael was distracted by...something invisible? Orion eyes scrunched momentarily as she focused on the sound, despite her companion saying they couldn't speak. Feeling a little lost about the 'woman' that Michael and Ohm were corralling around, the pink haired girl went back to Michael's side. Orion hesitantly grabs Michael's arm with both her hands and traces his forearm down to his hand.


When she clasped his hand between her own, she tried to look carefully around despite not being able to see anything. Ohm and Michael had managed to discern that this invisible being was a being of pure energy. In addition, she was the sister to someone named 'Ginny'- Orion was just feeling lost on the concept. Ohm was close to Ginny though, and they were planning on telling this woman that they had found her sister.


The only thing Orion managed to understand was that Ohm had invited them inside to talk to 'Ginny'. Once again, Orion looks at Michael- "Will it be okay?" she wonders, a very open question for the situation they were in.


@King Of Imagination @Grin

 

[Ozmic]

Moving to the door, Oswald swiped a card that granted their entrance, ushering them forward. "Please, let's make haste inside where we can talk this over further," he explained, features showing a mix of emotion. He was excited to tell Ginny of her sister, but also nervous at her and the others reactions to his unmasked face. He pondered pulling the mask back over his head, but realized that hiding would only make things more difficult when trying to explain what was going on.


Gesturing forward, he began leading the others to the kitchen, albeit more slowly this time. Without the aid of his augmented vision, his sight was far from perfect, and he kept a hand on the wall most times. In spots that sported a high volume of tech, the man even closed his eyes to prevent confusion. Sometimes, the energy could be so blinding.


Before he knew it, they were reaching the dining area. "Ginny?" he called out toward the kitchen. "There are some people I'd like you to meet."

 

[Elle Joyner]

Ginny couldn't tell if the woman was intentionally using the wrong name when addressing her, or if it were a simple lack of focus, but there were too many things in her world to worry about these days to make a big deal about it. Shrugging it off with a small, wry smile, she checked the oven then straightened, nodded, "I can throw a sandwich together, sure...."


Moving to the fridge again, she pulled out what she needed, before taking two slices of bread from the breadbox. Working fast, she assembled a roast beef and cheese sandwich, adding fresh lettuce and tomato, before slicing it in half, sliding it on a plate across the island to the woman, "There's chips in the cabinet behind you, if you want those."


Smiling, she checked on the oven one more time, but straightened when she heard Ohm call her name. At least, she'd thought it was him, but his voice sounded different... vastly different, and for a moment she wondered in he was alright. Looking up as he came into the kitchen, her eyes widened just slightly. She'd been at Tourniquet for a while now, but she had never... not once seen him without his mask. She was thrown, but only for a moment. Her gaze fell on the other pair and she smiled, "...Hey. Welcome to Haven. I'm Ginny...."

 

[khuyen]

Lucy wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and checked her reflection. Her semi-long hair was bundled up in a towel, turban style, and she had thrown on a pair of black jeans and a casual t-shirt. The first week after the accident with her first transformation, she had lived in front of the mirror, waiting for her body to change in front of her eyes. Seeing it on tape made it feel like she was watching some horrible CG-work. It had sort of become a habit to her, checking her skin for changes in the mirror, especially after a transformation incident. She sighed. Finishing up her after-shower rituals, she dried her hair one extra time before hanging the towel up to dry. The woman ran a hand through her damp hair, as she left the room, heading down the stairs and towards the living-room.


"What are you watching?" She flopped down on the couch near Sean, who had luckily not taken her favorite spot. Her options were usually wide, seeing as she never met anyone in the living-room. Her eyes focused on the screen, watching random images. But before her mind made sense of the screen, her eyes had turned to the group entering the living-room. It sure is lively today. It took Lucy a moment to realize the man leading the small group was the man she had met just earlier. Doctor Ohm. He wasn't wearing his bizarre mask, and she only recognized him by his outfit. Her eyes caught glimpses of his many scars, before he had disappeared -not noticing them- into the dining-area. The couch was facing away from the dining-area, and Lucy had to crane her neck to look at the people walking behind them. Two new people, she hadn't seen before, a guy and a girl. She couldn't help but stare a bit at the girl's brightly colored hair.


Deciding they seemed busy, and with the intention to meet-n-greet later, she turned herself back to the television. "... -mbulances are on their way. An update on Highway 303, a horrible car crash between two cars. One of the cars seemingly lost control on the overpass and crashed into the other. Our helicopters are circling the scene, and it looks like there are several injured people who have been flung out of the cars. We can get a zoom-in...." A female news anchor read the news about a car-crash. "Wow, that's awful." Lucy let out quietly, watching the screen intently and looking at the victims. Some people were unconscious on the ground and the scene just looked like a huge mess. Her heartbeat stopped, when the camera zoomed in on the two girls still conscious. One she didn't recognize, but the other, she certainly did. A young, asian woman knelt down next to an unconscious middle-aged man, and the camera caught a glimpse of her face.


"M-min..." She couldn't believe it. It was definitely her cousin, her best friend, childhood friend. They hadn't spoken for years, or even seen each other, but Lucy could recognize her anywhere. "M-min! Shit! Sean, shit, that's my cousin! Is she okay? Why is she wearing th- ?!" Lucy jumped up from her spot on the couch. She had to do something!


@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

Sean’s nose twitched slightly, as Lucy took a seat down on the couch. He had not answered her initial question, because he was too busy listening to what the television had to say. It was quite tragic indeed, but Sean did not really know anybody, and thus was not to be worried about who was involved with the collision. He had no idea that there were people in the kitchen either, because the poor buffoon happens to be denser than Osmium. The man blinked a couple of times, his tongue escaping to lick his lips briefly before he turned from the television to face Lucy. “Poor lads. Got these muppets on the news flyin’ on ‘bout this rubbish. Bunch’a idiots.”


Light hues continued staring at the woman as he gauged her body language. At first, she was extremely chill and reacted to the situation like any normal person would. Then, Lucy came to a sudden realization which was unfortunate, to say the least. When the woman had mentioned that one of the people in the crash happened to be her cousin, Sean watched as she jumped up to her feet. The man’s really was saddened a bit by the news, despite the fact that he had only know the woman in front of him for a couple of hours at most. And, he barely knew her at that.


“Stall the ball. Erryone’s alive. We can find out what happ’ned if we keep calm. Let’s find Ohm. I’m sure he knows what the deal is.” Expecting the woman to follow, Sean would march out of the living room and into the kitchen. Originally, the man did not expect to find the group of people gathered about the area intended for nourishment. In fact, the only reason that he had walked to the kitchen in the first place was to grab another fruit before the two began the search for their leader.


As it turned out, there were two new faces. Sean offered up an extraordinarily large grin to the both of them, raising his hand up in the air as far up as he could with eyes practically squinting shut from the amount of cheesing at hand. “Hullo!” Sean had no idea that Orion could not see. He would figure that out eventually, undoubtedly. ಠ◡ಠ “I’m Sean. This righ’ here, to my side, is Lucy Mae. She’s worried ‘bout her cousin, who was in the crash. I figure you ‘ready know ‘bout wha’s happenin’.” It was Ohm’s job to be on top of this stuff. Not only that, but he was certainly intelligent enough. That was the type of person that he seemed to be on the surface, at least.


The strong man would mosey on over from his spot near the entrance of the kitchen from the living room, to the counter. He looked around for a brief moment, prior to realizing that there were no bananas to be found within his immediate reach. Scratching his head and staring down at the countertop for a moment, Sean would then move to the pantry. Upon walking inside, eyes scanned about until he found the fruit which he desired the most.


Upon further examination, the man would realize that there were only two bananas left. He responded appropriately. “Bloody shite! As if one fockin’ disasta wasn’ enough!” Using one hand to grasp one of the remaining two bananas left, the other would lift up into the air and then slam down onto his thigh. Did he apply the power of brief, blinding anger? Yes.


The only problem was, his hand had not only hit his thigh. Oh, no. A few of the tips belonging to the Irishman’s fingers would accidentally find themselves misplaced among the sack belonging to his magic man-beans. This would prove to be yet another disaster on the day, all because the man happened to be quite the stupid lump of muscles on muscles.


Yes, he knew what was coming. Paused momentarily in place as he registered what had taken place, Sean had not felt a thing at the start. Yet, that did not stop his light whimpering. As he had begun sitting in his own misery, Sean began eating his banana. He was fully aware of the backlash that was yet to come, and considering he did not know his own strength, it was a god-send that nothing had exploded upon impact.


Yes, you read that right.


“HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHH.”


[featuring action grinson-like dialogue.]


@khuyen @Grin @Kagura @King Of Imagination @Elle Joyner @everyoneelseswagginoutinthekitchen

 

[King Of Imagination]

Michael looked at the girl who had introduced herself as Ginny. He was temporarily distracted by the fact that she was very attractive. Like, extremely attractive. He was kind of happy that he was the only telepath, as far as he knew, because his thoughts were... questionable. He stopped and kinda shook his head, taking his eyes off her when he remembered that her invisible sister was standing right there, and she was probably making faces at him or laughing.


"Hi. I'm Michael, it's nice to meet you." He smiled at her, and then gestured to Orion. "This is Orion." He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her over to Ginny. "Anyway, I'm glad to finally be somewhere relatively safe. But, I do have something to talk to you about. Ohm can confirm what I'm going to tell you, so perhaps you should sit down."


He looked at her. "So, your sister is alive. She's just invisible. Ohm says she's just a mass of energy now. She and I can talk in my head, I'm a telepath."

 

[Kagura]

Ohm ushered them inside the building, swiping a card to gain access before leading them towards 'Ginny'. The hallways were intricate and their progress slow with the blind lead, but they eventually got to the kitchen. The man called out for this Ginny, and Orion was careful to stay behind Michael despite the TV in the other room helping her clarification.


The voice that greeted them in the kitchen was distinctly feminine, and cordial on their arrival to 'Haven'. Orion smiled as best she could towards the voice, although it faltered when a male entered the kitchen, a large greeting attached to a deep baritone voice. His name was Sean and his accent made her heart skip a beat, much like any other would.


The man was talking to Ohm about a crash, revealing his position and the confines of the room with his voice. Lucy Mae must've been the shorter figure next to him but just before Orion could discern more, he stopped talking. Her eyes were closed again, and she focused on his steps as he made a fuss about- of all things, bananas.


Michael introduced them then, both to Ginny and the rest of the group with his hand on the small of her back again. Then, without further ado he also told the woman about her not-dead sister who was in the room with them. Orion turned back to Michael at his lack of tact, suddenly realizing that Ohm was on the spot with both the crash and having to deal with Ginny being told about her dead sister.


A strangled noise came from the man with the Irish accent in the back of the room, he had apparently hurt himself. Figuring both Ohm and Ginny had a lot on their plate, Orion stepped away from Michael's leading hand and into the kitchen. She had gained enough form her echolocation not to slam into anything but she still walked carefully.


"Are you okay?" she looked in the general direction of where the man was, then used her own voice as a leverage to step forward. Orion reached out to touch him, squishing the mass of flesh her hand landed on and realizing that she had got his face in his seated state. "Sorry" she withdrew her hand immediately, regretting the fact she hadn't gotten an actual 'feel' for his face.


@Braxnond ಠ◡ಠ @AkuNoOkami @King Of Imagination

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

The oreos were gone, but the woman before her had begun making a sandwich for her. This was great service here, she'd have to thank Ginger, Virgin Mary, Ginny! Said someone.....was it her? Or was it som- sammich! Her eyes were drawn to the sandwich before her taking the delicate work of art into her hands in awe of the beautiful piece of-....there's a tomato on here. Her hands placed the sandwich back to where it was, and her fingers pulled off the piece of bread and placed it on the plate and picked the tomato(s) off. With a pinch of her fingers, she held it off to the side and dropped it onto the plate.


With a nod, and new approval of the sandwich, she replaced the piece of bread and bit into it. A single tear rolled from her eye and down her cheek, as she held the sandwich out and pointed at Ginny,"Gurl, this sammich here. This sammich right here, Girl. This sammich. Ginny, Ginny Girl." She stopped when she realized that there was more people in the kitchen. It was the two from the banana encounter, Ohm, some girl, Magilla Gorilla, and Ginny. Way too many people for her, and she sunk back on to the counter quietly eating the sandwich that was prepared for her.


The gorilla had went on the search for a banana, and looked displeased at the lack of one. He eventually found one before he placed a hand on himself and looked as if he was in pain. This was an opportunity for her. She slid off the counter, sink place and made her way to the super strong man of doom. She looked up with an innocent face and sighed gently,"I think you should be a bit more-, that's asinine of me to say. Of course you're trying to be careful."


She sunk back away from everyone, continuing to eat the sandwich. Her eyes low, refusing to make contact with anyone's eyes. She honestly seemed shy, and fearful of what was going on around her. Damn.