Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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[Meh! My character can turn into a freaking purple T-Rex! Then again, to a certain extent Sparrow was designed to be overpowered, as to counteract the mighty #4 in the time of need.Samuel_of_Saruan said:
Or in other words, it's just an excuse for a kickass fight.]
[I think you are overpowered as well, should be some sort of limit on what you can transform into, without just saying the usual, 'He gets tired if he uses to much' because that never effects the players. Not trying to sound like a jerk]Sparrow Tag said:
[I CREATED THE RP. MY RULES.Shapsters said:
Don't worry, I'm kidding. Sparrow has a very, very big thorn in his paw. You'll find out soon enough. Plus, his limit isn't just a limit. Dun dun duuuuun.
What can I say, every team needs a Superman and a Batman.]
[Alright, alright. Enough chit-chat! Me and Samuel will always do whats best for the RP. And because of that, we'll stick with our plans and impliment Sam's bitchin' idea soon, to go along with my bitchin' idea. Which was Doc's arrival, incase you skipped a few pages.]
Sarah gently rested Sparrow down in the front car seat, and Emily geared up to drive. Patrick muttered something about "You watch, he'll stab you in the back the moment you look away".
Everything had happened so quickly, and it seemed nobody could give him a straight answer. They most likely didn't know either. For now, they could only wait.
Chapter 4: The Way The Cookie Crumbles
Sparrow awoke, as the light shone through the curtains in Samuel's house. The group took him back to the house to treat him after his condition got worse. Or more precisely, Sarah forced the group to. She didn't let Emily make her stop either, which he sensed made her slightly pissed. Not that he saw much. Or heard much either.
His injuries had been a burden on the crew. They hadn't moved for three days, nor made any progress. Not that they needed to of course. Sparrow was still waiting on Samuel's call. Sparrow's injuries prevented him from doing much though. His leg was shot, and he needed a cane to even walk to the toilet. His vision had been impared, his hearing was muffled. There was a shopping list of problems. He was about as useful to the team as a torch to a blind man.
Tension was building among the group. With Samuel gone, they'd lost their unofficial leader. And it wasn't exactly like Sparrow could fill that slot in his current state. Nor could Patrick, who seemed on edge. All the time. It was time for someone to take a stand. Or a limp, in Sparrow's case. He edged out of bed, and grabbed the cane Emily had given him. He slowly made his way down to Samuel's living room, where Emily, Patrick and Sarah were. Sarah instantly got up to support Sparrow, but he put his hand up and shook his head. He'd relied on her help too much.
"I have something to say. So listen."
Sarah sat on the sofa. Waiting for Sparrow to wake was making her uneasy, that and the fact that no one else was speaking. But she was slightly relieved that now Sparrow was treated and was getting better. Sarah glanced over at Emily then back to the floor.
She's probably angry at me. But we needed to get Sparrow help... I hope she isn't angry at me.
Sarah could heard footsteps. She turned and saw Sparrow with his cane limping over to the living room. She stood instantly and offered her help but he waved her away. She sat back down and he spoke.
"I have something to say. So listen."
Sarah looked at Sparrow, worrying more about his condition then what he had to say.
"Are you feeling any better?"
She's probably angry at me. But we needed to get Sparrow help... I hope she isn't angry at me.
Sarah could heard footsteps. She turned and saw Sparrow with his cane limping over to the living room. She stood instantly and offered her help but he waved her away. She sat back down and he spoke.
"I have something to say. So listen."
Sarah looked at Sparrow, worrying more about his condition then what he had to say.
"Are you feeling any better?"
Sarah looked at Emily, then at the floor, she could tell Sarah was worried about Sparrow.
Sure didn't take them long to bond, oh well, good for them. Emily's stomach growled, Damn, I'm hungry, and I never got to make that stop I wanted to make.
Just then, Sparrow walked in the room,
"I have somehting to say. So listen." he ordered,
"Feeling any better Sparrow? You look better."
Sure didn't take them long to bond, oh well, good for them. Emily's stomach growled, Damn, I'm hungry, and I never got to make that stop I wanted to make.
Just then, Sparrow walked in the room,
"I have somehting to say. So listen." he ordered,
"Feeling any better Sparrow? You look better."
"Well, yes. Not exactly the pinacle of health though."
Sparrow cleared his throat. This was no time for jokes.
"What happened back there. Don't blame Samuel. I know what it looked like, but he had his reasons. Are we all clear on that? Or should I say, Patrick. Are you clear on that?"
Sparrow cleared his throat. This was no time for jokes.
"What happened back there. Don't blame Samuel. I know what it looked like, but he had his reasons. Are we all clear on that? Or should I say, Patrick. Are you clear on that?"
"Look, what happened back there effects no-one, he did what he did and that is that. He had reasons, he didn't have reasons, it doesn't matter. Lets not start getting on each others throats and accusing each other just because he is gone." Emily looked at Sparrow, then at Patrick, "We are a team, we just lost one member, we don't need to all hate each other."
Sarah nodded at what Emily said. "She's right. Now more than ever we need to look out for each other. There are still people who are coming after us and who are trying to kill us. We need to protect each other because nobody else will."
Sarah's stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten in hours, nobody had.
"Could we perhaps get some food?"
Sarah's stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten in hours, nobody had.
"Could we perhaps get some food?"
"Sure. You three should probally go get some air and a stomach turning amount of food. Putting up with my injuries couldn't have been easy."
Sarah smiled, as did Sparrow in return. He dug into Samuel's wallet, which he'd left on the side counter. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill, and handed it to Emily.
"Thank you. All three of you. Now go get some food thats high in fat, and gorge yourself on it."
Sarah smiled, as did Sparrow in return. He dug into Samuel's wallet, which he'd left on the side counter. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill, and handed it to Emily.
"Thank you. All three of you. Now go get some food thats high in fat, and gorge yourself on it."
Samuel looked at the monitor. The pods behind him hummed and shone a blue light. It was annoying, but he had to endure it. The 20's and 5's would die without the constant cooling, which was needed during their treatment. It was still annoying.
Samuel leaned back in the chair. A priest was standing near the door, waiting for his command. He waved her away. She bowed and exited the room. The file showed all known facts of the treatments, the replica's, the failures and the effects. The dates on the files showed the progress made. It was quite impressive.
The plans he recieved were impressive as well. They were perfected and refined. They would destroy the major militairy bases, the greatest urban locales at the largest countries and almost every trade-route would be blocked. It was certainly impressive. #8 had added a few things, but most of it was composed by Natasha.
She had been most useful, she was the leader of the lesser Prototypes, she presented her as some kind of prophet. Samuel had talked to her a bit, and she'd been quite plesant. Perhaps a bit of a simple mind, and the narrow-mindness of a zealot, but intelligent within her field of experience.
Samuel got out his phone and dialed the number to his other phone.
Samuel leaned back in the chair. A priest was standing near the door, waiting for his command. He waved her away. She bowed and exited the room. The file showed all known facts of the treatments, the replica's, the failures and the effects. The dates on the files showed the progress made. It was quite impressive.
The plans he recieved were impressive as well. They were perfected and refined. They would destroy the major militairy bases, the greatest urban locales at the largest countries and almost every trade-route would be blocked. It was certainly impressive. #8 had added a few things, but most of it was composed by Natasha.
She had been most useful, she was the leader of the lesser Prototypes, she presented her as some kind of prophet. Samuel had talked to her a bit, and she'd been quite plesant. Perhaps a bit of a simple mind, and the narrow-mindness of a zealot, but intelligent within her field of experience.
Samuel got out his phone and dialed the number to his other phone.