Sarah waved goodbye to Sparrow, hoping that he'd remember to buy at least a few groceries while he was gone. She looked back to Rosa, who was still holding the dog's leash. "Well.. It's not what you planned but at least you'll get out of the house."
"Is it safe to come back in yet?"
"Yes, it is. Now go upstairs and clean your room."
As the youngest man walked out of the room, Sander looked back at the Russian ex-soldier. Heheh, he thinks he can threaten me. Well, I guess I'll play along.
"Well, Mr. Nikolai," he said. "Taking into consideration that your question was 'Who are you?', my answer is this," he continued, grabbing the sheets of paper, setting them out in front of him, like a wall.
"My name's Sander, and that's about all you're going to get," he said, ripping all the old records to pieces, when he noticed something. One of the papers had a smile drawn onto it. In fact, there were many, all a dark red, like lipstick. They covered all of the papers that talked of himself. What the? he thought. Could this be the scientist's doing?
Samil's eyes had been drawn back to the dark red liquid on the floor. He was staring at the puddle, watching the light dance around in the whorls, when he heard ripping.
Shifting his focus to the wall of floating papers, he was about to speak when a substantial amount of blood flew into the paper barricade.
Even as the man who called himself Sander turned to look at him with a vaguely irritated expression, Samil could not keep the giant grin off his face.
"That was cool."
His grin faded when he noticed all the words on the papers, though.
"Where did you find those?"
Nikolai slowly began to feel the anger rising at this... young fool. He will answer all the questions, or he will die. That is the only way this will work.
His veins began to glow even whiter as all around the objects were beginning to either melt or burn up. The papers Sander looked at immediately burned up, leaving a handful of ash. His breathing could be heard through his breathing device - a slow, almost painful, but very loud noise.
His vision was cloudy and he felt as if something was taking over his thinking functions. Slowly, he began to change, shifting his image to become that of the scientist, then to that of a desk, a stack of paper, even Lenin, before returning to his normal appearance.
"You will answer all questions. I do not have the time for your little games of explode the scientist." He said, "The only reason I have not rearranged every one of your subatomic particles is because you might still be useful."
"If you were a threat, you would already be merely a pile of ash. But, so would be everyone else in this room." He looked at the other two, the mask remaining expressionless, before turning back to Sander. "Now, I suggest that you stand down, explain what's going on here and let us be civil about this. Surely, we are all on the same side here."
"God dammit," Reese mutters stomping through the kitchen.
"If I die...give me a 21 gun salute please?" he asks sarcastically standing in the doorway, "cause I think something is growing in that room...and it's not friendly, or at least I think it's not..." he trails off, the image of something else in his room creeping into his mind.
I'm going for the slob thing with Reese infused with his normal sarcasm
Sparrow, who had been in and out of every shop in the shopping center, which he refused to call a "mall", checked his watch. Regardless of the ground he'd covered, it seemed he'd only taken twenty minutes to fill the car with the vast amount of pointless items he'd purchased.
Hmm. I think I just blew the enterity of my christmas bonus on the food alone...
This filler is killing us heroes! I don't suppose you could be as kind as to attack the city the Prototypes live in, could you? Pretty please?
Oh, and as a little side note, Combined's character is sort of in charge of the villians. It's just easier to shift the storyline along when there's a leading figure.
"You people bore me. There is a whole world outside this place. I wish to sample it, and savour the effects..." Von Bernkastel said, staring at the others, who seemed to be doing a competition to see who was top dog. Watching the masked one change appearance had been interesting, if a little unsettling, but he wouldn't let that show.
"So, what are we to do? As fun as it is standing..." Rufus trailed off from speaking, and raised a hand to his face, which was screwed-up as if in pain. He gasped, then his hand dropped down to his side, hanging limp. "So, what are we doing?" he said, his voice now softer, his eyes having lost their hardness.
Yeah, Fraught's PC is in for repairs as far as I know, but he does log on at school, apart from that I don't know.
And sorry for taking my time to post, I try to find the best time to fit in (And hopefully not get Ninja'd).
Sander let out a hearty sigh. Well, I told him my name, and I told him that I had my reasons, but it's too long of a story. I can understand his curiousity, though. This does concern him, after all.
In the blink of an eye, Sander pulled apart the ceiling, and raised himself through the hole he had created. Great. He'll probably take it as an act of aggressiveness.
He quickly looked around the room, his eyes darting around for what he was searching. He found a piece of paper. It matched the color and size of what he was searching for.
Raising his hand, Sander pulled his clenched his fist towards him. He knew he didn't need to move his limbs to manipulate air, but he liked to do it sometimes.
Jumping down the hole, he threw the paper at the man, noticing the air was getting warmer and warmer.
"Well, if you want to know more about me," he said, smiling. "Then read those scientist notes," he said, pulling himself up and onto the roof, briefly before deciding to jump back.
He grabbed the paper and began to read it. He frowned beneath the mask. When he was done, he set the paper on fire, letting it slowly burn up.
"Hm. You may be useful." he concluded. He put on his gloves. Soon, the heat began to subside and the Geiger counters began to sound more and more quiet.
"Now, I believe we can work this out civilly. Without the need for killing people, at least. With this-", he approached the puddle of, now dried, blood,"-fellow dead, I'm pretty sure we need some coordination."
His appearance was shifting everywhere at once, completely uncoordinated. Some times, you would see his uniform, sometimes you'd see a suit, sometimes a woman's face. It didn't stop, as he constantly changed from one person to another.
Goddammit, I need to get OUT of here!
Samil was beginning to feel caged in the lab with these four strangers.
"You want to coordinate? Fine. How about we make a coordinated effort to get the hell out of here? This place is starting to annoy me. I feel like I just want to go wreck something."
At that, Samil headed towards the door.
"Coordination?" he asked, smirking, completely unaffected by the constant changing of appearances by the Russian.
Immediately, a series of holes appeared on the walls. Only one in the room they were in, but looking through it, one could see the multiple holes that followed it, all in a row, at the end of it sunshine.
"Fresh air'd do good for you all," he said, already running towards the light.
There's only so much filler you can post until it gets tedious. I don't want to be rude or anything, but cutting to the chase would be appreciated.
Normally I'd let this continue, to not rush you people, but this is somewhat different from starting a new RP. A conversation streching over +5 days is too long for my taste.
"My thoughts exactly," said Samil.
Ignoring the door in favor of the new portals made by Sander, he sprinted out of the building.
Bringing his hand up to his face, he blocked the light from blinding him when he stepped out.
"Where the hell are we right now, anyway? And where's the nearest city? I feel like causing some fucking damage."
Nikolai followed, stepping out into the world. He breathed in and out a few times, before coughing wildly for a few minutes.
"I had forgotten what fresh air does to me," he said as he looked around, completely unaffected by the sunlight.
"Right. We seem to be on a very slightly populated island. Should be a city just across, don't you think? But first, I will do the honours."
He waited until everyone was outside, before focusing on the building. In a few moments, the walls started to cave in and the steel support structure was melting. Finally, the building collapsed into a heap of burning rubble, leaving the four outside.
"Hmph, nice. For someone like you," Sander said, trying to retain a playful tone, all the while smiling.
The next moment, Sander looked around him, and his eyes lit up, widening, and his mouth now a huge white crescent, his lips open wide, his teeth like a shield. Every tree on the island, and some pieces of rubble from the museum now destroyed, was floating.
"Well, well. The cat's out of the bag. The cat's hungry now, and the city there," he said, pointing at the huge city over the bridge, "is the mouse. Yes! Yes!"
With those words, the trees were suddenly gone. They could hear a faint swooshing noise above their heads, and as Sander turned towards the city, he could spot atleast a dozen long but narrow silhouettes in front of the sun, falling, and falling, and then they were gone, behind the big skyscrapers of the city centre, a few buildings starting to slowly collapse, which were the ones hit with the most trees, and with the most force.
All this time, Sander had the same face on. When the trees hit, he started laughing maniacally, which suddenly stopped. Sander wiped his forehead and breathed out heavily.
"Woah, okay," he said, almost like he wasn't expecting what he just did.
I can imagine how you'd feel, but I kind of like filler. I just like when a character has some more backstory and exploration, instead of just "get out of pod, run out of house, start destroying city", but now that Combined here generously already started us going bonkers on the city, then I guess that problem is solved.
Rufus had put on the sunglasses he had originally put in his pocket when they left the building, so now his eyes were hidden behind the reflective tint. "I can't do anything from here" ,He said to the others, "I need to get closer... need to get within reach to do any damage... I need to get off this island."
Looking around, he spotted the jetty not far from them, somewhat sheltered from the open water, and there, tied to the jetty, was a boat. "So, gentlemen, hows about we take that there boat and mosey on into town?". Rufus didn't wait for an answer, but instead headed straight to the little powerboat. He hopped onto it and checked the controls, before opening a compartment and pulling out some keys. "Seems the owner felt safe leaving these here". He grinned, twirling the keys on his finger.
"Hn. Impressive." Nikolai commented, watching Sander. He looked around, carefully examining his surroundings.
"There." he pointed to the Statue of Liberty, coughing loudly as he did so. "That will be my presentation piece. The symbol of capitalist pig-dogs."
"Now, seeing as we're going to need quick transportation, I suggest we get in the boat." He said as he got in. "And get out of here, then do our best to maintain a low profile, since what I'm prepared to do will certainly attract attention."
"Hmph, I guess I'll use the same method of transportation. No point in fatiguing myself," he said more quietly than he used to, to the man standing next to him, the one that gave him the most favourable first impression. His eyes glowed red, like the most beautiful sunset, like the purest human blood there could be. The man looked mildly sinister with them, but Sander couldn't help but enjoy them. He thought it odd, but that was how it was.
He joined the company in the boat, leaving only Samil behind.
"Well, we should get going," he said.
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