Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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"Er- y-yeah, I'm fine Sparrow. J-Ju-Just been feeling really bad today. F-F-First it was a headache, and n-now my stomach's k-k-killing me. D-Don't worry though, I'll be ok."
Patrick calmed himself down quickly, trying to not give Sparrow or Samuel any reasons to suspect him.
Keep it cool, goddamnit. You're the only one that knows what's going on, you need to keep it together! If either of them suspect...
Patrick managed to fake a weak smile.
"G-guess that's what comes outta l-living in a sewer, huh?"
EDIT:I feel like a James Bond villain, twisting my poor little character to my whims... it's a GOOOOOD feeling. I've really enjoyed writing this paranoia bit: it's allowed everyone to see how my guy normally thinks. This is why he couldn't really adapt to society: this and the secrets behind him have kept him away from others: he can't trust them.
Patrick calmed himself down quickly, trying to not give Sparrow or Samuel any reasons to suspect him.
Keep it cool, goddamnit. You're the only one that knows what's going on, you need to keep it together! If either of them suspect...
Patrick managed to fake a weak smile.
"G-guess that's what comes outta l-living in a sewer, huh?"
EDIT:I feel like a James Bond villain, twisting my poor little character to my whims... it's a GOOOOOD feeling. I've really enjoyed writing this paranoia bit: it's allowed everyone to see how my guy normally thinks. This is why he couldn't really adapt to society: this and the secrets behind him have kept him away from others: he can't trust them.
Samuel laughed, and looked at Patrick. He was rooted to the spot, very pale and looking with a horrified gaze at Samuel and Sparrow. Samuel remembered that Patrick was véry paranoid. Hetried to give a reassuring smile, failing at that, and turned to Emily.
"I don't really know, I haven't been there for a while, and I never really look in a fridge when I get there. Emily, you mind driving? I mean, we can't but you've been driving for the entire night."
"I don't really know, I haven't been there for a while, and I never really look in a fridge when I get there. Emily, you mind driving? I mean, we can't but you've been driving for the entire night."
[Alrighty then 
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Doc was jolted awake as the plane touched down. Yawning he picked his glasses up from the tray in front of him and put them on. He'd been dreaming about the tests again... How good it felt to have people obey him. How cold the probes attached to his head were. Everything. It wasn't long before he was stood in the airport... But he still didn't have any idea of how to find #4. Then a thought came to him. Maybe he wouldn't have to. Smirking, he made his way out of the airport to the outside. Around him were relatively normal people, going about their business. A few taxis were idling, a couple of airport shuttles were too. A couple of police officers were walking down towards the entrance.
Perfect
Doc stepped just back inside the airport and reached out and overtook the mind of one of the police officers, forcing him to draw his weapon. His partner looked confused until he turned it on her.
"John what are you doing?!"
"I don't know! I can't stop myself!"
She drew her weapon as well, pointing it at her partner. Doc overtook her mind as well and forced them to start firing on the people leaving and going into the airport. A well dressed man in a suit was shot in the back by the male police officer while a woman and her young son were killed by the female police officer. Before he knew it, the sound of gunfire had attracted the attention of two Homeland Security agents who came hurtling out of the airport only to be killed by the police officers. Looking around, Doc noted a couple of people were taking cover behind vehicles and were filming the ordeal. Noting close to 12 bodies strewn around the police officers, Doc released them just in time for two other Homeland Security agents to come running out of the airport and restrain the officers. The two police officers looked confused and scared.
Now to hope this makes it to the evening news
[Am I playing the villain or what?]
]Doc was jolted awake as the plane touched down. Yawning he picked his glasses up from the tray in front of him and put them on. He'd been dreaming about the tests again... How good it felt to have people obey him. How cold the probes attached to his head were. Everything. It wasn't long before he was stood in the airport... But he still didn't have any idea of how to find #4. Then a thought came to him. Maybe he wouldn't have to. Smirking, he made his way out of the airport to the outside. Around him were relatively normal people, going about their business. A few taxis were idling, a couple of airport shuttles were too. A couple of police officers were walking down towards the entrance.
Perfect
Doc stepped just back inside the airport and reached out and overtook the mind of one of the police officers, forcing him to draw his weapon. His partner looked confused until he turned it on her.
"John what are you doing?!"
"I don't know! I can't stop myself!"
She drew her weapon as well, pointing it at her partner. Doc overtook her mind as well and forced them to start firing on the people leaving and going into the airport. A well dressed man in a suit was shot in the back by the male police officer while a woman and her young son were killed by the female police officer. Before he knew it, the sound of gunfire had attracted the attention of two Homeland Security agents who came hurtling out of the airport only to be killed by the police officers. Looking around, Doc noted a couple of people were taking cover behind vehicles and were filming the ordeal. Noting close to 12 bodies strewn around the police officers, Doc released them just in time for two other Homeland Security agents to come running out of the airport and restrain the officers. The two police officers looked confused and scared.
Now to hope this makes it to the evening news
[Am I playing the villain or what?
]
[Oho! Devilish indeed!]
"Yes, Emily. But I think there are several beds so everyone can get a shut-eye. It's a small distance away." Samuel said. Emily had bags beneath her eyes and looked a bit ill. She should be the first to have a sleep.
They got into the car and Emily drove away. Samuel put his head against the cool glass. He had a persistant headache that just wouldn't go away. His vision became blurred. By the time it faded a bit, Emily was asking him where to go. He gave her the adress and leaned back..
"Yes, Emily. But I think there are several beds so everyone can get a shut-eye. It's a small distance away." Samuel said. Emily had bags beneath her eyes and looked a bit ill. She should be the first to have a sleep.
They got into the car and Emily drove away. Samuel put his head against the cool glass. He had a persistant headache that just wouldn't go away. His vision became blurred. By the time it faded a bit, Emily was asking him where to go. He gave her the adress and leaned back..
[Well I'm gonna go for a bit. Won't be back until tomorrow morning. Feel free to hear about the massacre, but please don't interact with Doc till I get back at about 11:30am-12pm GMT ]
]
Emily yawned as Sam told her the address,
"Alright, I've got the address, I will try to find the place."
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Emily turned on the street Sam had instructed,
"Alright, here is the street, now to just find the address."
Emily searched the addresses, they were getting nearer the house.
"Here it is! Oops." Emily realized she had yelled and woken everyone up, "Sorry guys, but we're here."
"Alright, I've got the address, I will try to find the place."
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Emily turned on the street Sam had instructed,
"Alright, here is the street, now to just find the address."
Emily searched the addresses, they were getting nearer the house.
"Here it is! Oops." Emily realized she had yelled and woken everyone up, "Sorry guys, but we're here."
Samuel was woken by Emily's high voice. Not the best way to wake up. She had yelled that 'they were there.' Good. Samuel opened the car door again and stepped outside. He looked around, recognising the landmarks around here. The building he had a room in was across the road. Samuel led the group to the other side and into a building. He took out the keys of his room, which was 4 ironically, and walked up the staircase. The hallway wasn't lit by electricity. He had forgotten how much of a dump this was.
He opened the door with the keys and entered. The room wasn't large, and had little furniture. A bench and two chairs together with a TV dominated the room. A fridge was placed against the far wall. A door lead to the bathroom and another lead to the bedroom, with two beds in it.
"Well, it's not much but it will have to do. You can use anything in here, although it won't be much."
Sparrow commented on how someone like #4 would live in poor conditions like this, which made everyone chuckle and broke the tension a bit. Samuel walked into the bedroom. He tried to switch on the lights, but they weren't working. He manouvered through the room on touch and took a laptop from under one of the beds. He returned to the main room and sat down on one of the chairs. Patrick had found a pot of pickles and a piece of rotten cheese in the fridge. Samuel shrugged apologetically.
He opened the laptop and saw that his Inbox was flooded. 1688 new messages. He didn't check them. He opened up the FireFox browser and scrolled through the news-section. Seemed like 12 people were killed in a shootout near the airport of Chicago last night. Strange. For some reason two cops just started to shoot random people. One was an ambassador from middle-eastern origin. That could cause some trouble in the political circles. OTher victims included a mother and her son, three students, a family of four and two elderly people. The cops were detained. No official statement had been made yet.
He looked at some photo's and shakey video's of the incident. People were running for their lives as the two cops shot people at random. Samuel frowned, and paused the video. The shooters looked terrified and unwilling. Strange, they didn't seem to have wanted this to happen. He sighed and closed the browser. Perhaps this called for a closer, and personal, look.
He plugged in the USB-device with the files on it. He opened the folder dubbed "relatives" and "Possesions." He put down the laptop and turned it, so it was visible to the rest of them.
"You might want to take a look at this."
[I'm screwing around with the timeline here, so it'll give Doc some time to do stuff in the time that we were busy in Chicago]
He opened the door with the keys and entered. The room wasn't large, and had little furniture. A bench and two chairs together with a TV dominated the room. A fridge was placed against the far wall. A door lead to the bathroom and another lead to the bedroom, with two beds in it.
"Well, it's not much but it will have to do. You can use anything in here, although it won't be much."
Sparrow commented on how someone like #4 would live in poor conditions like this, which made everyone chuckle and broke the tension a bit. Samuel walked into the bedroom. He tried to switch on the lights, but they weren't working. He manouvered through the room on touch and took a laptop from under one of the beds. He returned to the main room and sat down on one of the chairs. Patrick had found a pot of pickles and a piece of rotten cheese in the fridge. Samuel shrugged apologetically.
He opened the laptop and saw that his Inbox was flooded. 1688 new messages. He didn't check them. He opened up the FireFox browser and scrolled through the news-section. Seemed like 12 people were killed in a shootout near the airport of Chicago last night. Strange. For some reason two cops just started to shoot random people. One was an ambassador from middle-eastern origin. That could cause some trouble in the political circles. OTher victims included a mother and her son, three students, a family of four and two elderly people. The cops were detained. No official statement had been made yet.
He looked at some photo's and shakey video's of the incident. People were running for their lives as the two cops shot people at random. Samuel frowned, and paused the video. The shooters looked terrified and unwilling. Strange, they didn't seem to have wanted this to happen. He sighed and closed the browser. Perhaps this called for a closer, and personal, look.
He plugged in the USB-device with the files on it. He opened the folder dubbed "relatives" and "Possesions." He put down the laptop and turned it, so it was visible to the rest of them.
"You might want to take a look at this."
[I'm screwing around with the timeline here, so it'll give Doc some time to do stuff in the time that we were busy in Chicago]
Damn, I missed a lot
Sarah followed the rest of the group. She didn't speak but knew that Patrick would probably be able to read her mind. She thought it better if she didn't think of anything except the task on hand.
When they walked into room she sat down on the floor and put the pictures in her pocket. Samuel turned to show them a laptop opened to a certain folder.
"What is it?" Sarah spoke as she stood up and walked over to the computer.
[Thanks again scott]
Ace spent the last few hours taking down his plans on the wall. He felt a bit of remorse, due to the fact that he had wasted a ton of time on making it. What was going to happen now? Without order there is chaos. If they were to face this world's militia by winging it, they were doomed to failure. They needed a leader they could trust. He certainly couldn't do it, because of his uncontrollable anger and competitive attitude, Sparrow couldn't because he would be too worried and distracted for Sarah. Patrick had no self-confidence, Sarah was too uncontrollable, and Sam... there was something not right about him... give him anymore power, and what would happen?
Ace would have to look for something deeper, the answer. He cleared the room of everything and placed himself exactly in the center. He Sat down in a criss-cross position. He needed his heart-rate slowed. He needed his energy conserved. He let his eyes change, unforced. This lets his instincts take over 100%, lettin think unexplored parts of his brain activate.
Unlike the others, Aesis remains at only 80% capacity. His Anger leaves him more primitive, and disallows the use of 100%. Only when he is calm and confident can he reach his maximum potential, giving him more than just his "natural abilities".
After a hundred heavy breathes, his eyes open, glowing black, like a void. He smirks. Now he can see everything, zooming past him and absorbed into him. All the information is pieced together like a puzzle, seeing all the possibilities over every turn. The images flash by even faster than before, to find the best solution with the least consequences. And so he searches.... and the door to the room slams shut, untouched by anyone.
Ace spent the last few hours taking down his plans on the wall. He felt a bit of remorse, due to the fact that he had wasted a ton of time on making it. What was going to happen now? Without order there is chaos. If they were to face this world's militia by winging it, they were doomed to failure. They needed a leader they could trust. He certainly couldn't do it, because of his uncontrollable anger and competitive attitude, Sparrow couldn't because he would be too worried and distracted for Sarah. Patrick had no self-confidence, Sarah was too uncontrollable, and Sam... there was something not right about him... give him anymore power, and what would happen?
Ace would have to look for something deeper, the answer. He cleared the room of everything and placed himself exactly in the center. He Sat down in a criss-cross position. He needed his heart-rate slowed. He needed his energy conserved. He let his eyes change, unforced. This lets his instincts take over 100%, lettin think unexplored parts of his brain activate.
Unlike the others, Aesis remains at only 80% capacity. His Anger leaves him more primitive, and disallows the use of 100%. Only when he is calm and confident can he reach his maximum potential, giving him more than just his "natural abilities".
After a hundred heavy breathes, his eyes open, glowing black, like a void. He smirks. Now he can see everything, zooming past him and absorbed into him. All the information is pieced together like a puzzle, seeing all the possibilities over every turn. The images flash by even faster than before, to find the best solution with the least consequences. And so he searches.... and the door to the room slams shut, untouched by anyone.
Sparrow lounged about the house. Patrick was weeding through the fridge, Aesis was nowhere to be seen and everyone else was with Sam in the other room. However much he thought he trusted Sam, Sparrow had only skimmed the surface. Samuel was strange, too strange, but yet he trusted him. Sparrow trusted nobody, except a secretive hitman how could drop him with his mind?
Maybe I'm the crazy one here.
Maybe I'm the crazy one here.
Samuel watched as the others looked at the list of victims. Some showed happy responses, others not. Samuel let them. He didn't take any data on the #8, so they could do whatever they wanted with the PC.
Sparrow was sitting on the bench, looking around. Samuel walked up to him and said:
"Well? Eight years later? What do you think?"
Sparrow was sitting on the bench, looking around. Samuel walked up to him and said:
"Well? Eight years later? What do you think?"
Sparrow looked up at Samuel. It didn't matter if he thought he was shady, or secrective. He could trust him.
"Methinks we're screwed. I mean, going by his files he seems even more crazy than you, if thats possible."
They both laughed, as Samuel took a seat next to him.
"Seriously though? I'm not sure. He could be friendly, he could be hostile. We'll never know until he makes the first move. We're sitting ducks. All we can do is wait I suppose."
Samuel seemed confused.
"Don't tell me you don't know. I thought you would've catched on. The news reports? The sudden rush of 20%'s? It's quite obvious someone is pulling the strings, and he's our best bet."
"Methinks we're screwed. I mean, going by his files he seems even more crazy than you, if thats possible."
They both laughed, as Samuel took a seat next to him.
"Seriously though? I'm not sure. He could be friendly, he could be hostile. We'll never know until he makes the first move. We're sitting ducks. All we can do is wait I suppose."
Samuel seemed confused.
"Don't tell me you don't know. I thought you would've catched on. The news reports? The sudden rush of 20%'s? It's quite obvious someone is pulling the strings, and he's our best bet."
Patrick's former plans were all being thrown about randomly. Emily had gone to sleep before Samuel could even show them the contents of the laptop, Ace was meditating on something and had slammed the door shut with his power (startling Patrick until he realized that Samuel wasn't doing anything), and Sparrow was just wandering around. The only one who seemed interested in the files was Sarah.
Well, hopefully this has put Sam's fears about Emily at ease... but we're locked in here, thanks to Ace. I know Ace isn't a part of the conspiracy between Sparrow and Sam, but can Ace be trusted when the other two have already turned?!
Ace could be working for someone else, and just using Samuel and Sparrow to get rid of the rest of us!
Patrick had rummaged around looking for some food, trying to look occupied, but he had to come up with a plan, quick. Emily might be asleep and safe from Samuel's suspicion, but Sam could still have data on Patrick.
Goddamnit!!! If he reveals what happened back then, the others won't trust me, and then Samuel can just turn them against me, and free himself of any suspicion!
...If he starts to head in that direction, I'll do it. I'll tell the others.
Patrick sat next to Sarah, and looked at the computer. It displayed lists of people that he didn't know. When he looked at the top of the screen, he realized what it was: a list of prior acquaintances, and what had happened to them.
Patrick quickly scrolled through the list, and breathed a sigh of relief. No mention of what had happened in his past, thank god. In fact, there wasn't even a file for him.
When he looked up though, his good mood quickly died. Sam and Sparrow were talking in hushed tones. Berating himself for not paying attention, Patrick quickly focused the Gift to listen in on Sparrow's side of the converstaion.
Assume Patrick hears everything Sparrow says from post 418 onwards. EDIT: Damn, this is fun. I'm assuming that there was no file for Patrick, because my notes say that no info is known about him prior to the incident that landed him in the ward he got swiped from.
Well, hopefully this has put Sam's fears about Emily at ease... but we're locked in here, thanks to Ace. I know Ace isn't a part of the conspiracy between Sparrow and Sam, but can Ace be trusted when the other two have already turned?!
Ace could be working for someone else, and just using Samuel and Sparrow to get rid of the rest of us!
Patrick had rummaged around looking for some food, trying to look occupied, but he had to come up with a plan, quick. Emily might be asleep and safe from Samuel's suspicion, but Sam could still have data on Patrick.
Goddamnit!!! If he reveals what happened back then, the others won't trust me, and then Samuel can just turn them against me, and free himself of any suspicion!
...If he starts to head in that direction, I'll do it. I'll tell the others.
Patrick sat next to Sarah, and looked at the computer. It displayed lists of people that he didn't know. When he looked at the top of the screen, he realized what it was: a list of prior acquaintances, and what had happened to them.
Patrick quickly scrolled through the list, and breathed a sigh of relief. No mention of what had happened in his past, thank god. In fact, there wasn't even a file for him.
When he looked up though, his good mood quickly died. Sam and Sparrow were talking in hushed tones. Berating himself for not paying attention, Patrick quickly focused the Gift to listen in on Sparrow's side of the converstaion.
Assume Patrick hears everything Sparrow says from post 418 onwards. EDIT: Damn, this is fun. I'm assuming that there was no file for Patrick, because my notes say that no info is known about him prior to the incident that landed him in the ward he got swiped from.