Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)

[scotth266]

Patrick followed Emily. While he wanted to talk about Sparrow as soon as possible, Emily had a point: the middle of a supermarket was hardly the place to talk about it. It didn't help that he was hungry too.

He was worried though. Sarah obviously still trusted Sparrow. There was obviously not going to be any way to change her mind...

Unless I let her into mine! I could show her the thoughts I got off of Sparrow and Samuel that way...

Patrick shook off the idea almost as soon as he'd had it. While it could work, he wasn't going to let anyone into his head, especially not since the Voice had been unusually active recently.

I'll focus on Emily then. I'll have to get her to go with me. Sarah will be impossible to convince.

Patrick then had a horrifying thought: What about Iceous? At any moment, he could arrive, and run straight into Sparrow's trap.

I need to do this quickly no matter the result, and then find Iceous and warn him.

 

[SamuelT]

"Privacy. The others can be quite clingy. I've been reading those invasion plans." Samuel said, waving his hand in the direction of the monitor. "Looks good, very good."

Doc put the revolver he had back into his pocket. Like bullets would work against me... Samuel thought.

 

[Shapsters]

"Um, I would like, 7 Cheeseburgers, 3 fries, and 3 drinks please!" Emily payed the woman and the group sat down, Emily beside Patrick and Sarah across from them.

"Alright, so who has somehting to say first?"

 

[Doc Theta Sigma]

[I'm off for the night. I'll be back tomorrow]

 

[SamuelT]

[Oh, come on! Worst. Departure. Ever!]

 

[Sparrow]

[Don't worry. We'll open up with the response to Emily's question tommorow, then Samuel's current screw-age.]

 

[scotth266]

Oh, I was going to respond today. But ok, I guess I'll wait until tommorow so that Sarah can participate.

 

[Dorian]

Iceous woke up to the buzz of an older television.

"...Plane crashed yesterday.... Thing was...... covered in snow.... shrapnel broke hull..... open....."

He'd fallen asleep in the freezer of a pizza restaurant. He remembered gliding here, absorbing the glider, and breaking into the back entrance. The cold must have been relaxing to him after that stunt he pulled last night. Now he needed to recharge his crystal. He sucked up all the ice in the room, all the spare cold, and pushed them into as small of a piece of ice he could.

That.... is NEVER easy.

He put the crystal in his pack, and casually strolled out of the back door.

Now to find Antonio.

 

[AllFather]

[I actually have a problem AllFather, your guy is overpowered as it is in my opinion, now he can use telekinesis? He seems overpowered enough as it is]

[No, he can use TK instead of berserking, since it uses all his energy for either one, and he can only use it on metallic objects. I'm still very weak, seeing as it is a new organ, which takes time to grow, and energy. By the time I get to Chicago, I'll only be able to use t like 5 times in a battle before I'm completely useless. It is still fair.]

[But how do you justify such a great change? It's not like you've got regenerative powers or something, you're a flight-seer and a berserker. You could've told us that you've got something like that planned.]

I didn't have this planned. I was just going back and realized that I had made my character complete tool. I'm super intelligent, but I berserk. Oxymoron. I can manipulate people with lo will power (basically everyone in america), but so can anyone with a sob story and a tear in their eyes. Useless. I have super reflexes ONLY because I can see the path of moving objects by using some sort of sonar-remote-veiwing thing (that I came up with out of nowhere), but my character can be thrown around without having a chance to even pretend to do something. Bullshit. This character is flawed. When I made him, I didn't know the first thing about forum RPGs, let alone RPGs, because I don't like playing too many games when I could be doing something creative or healthy. I thought this was going to be like Sam told the story and controlled encounters, like D&D, and we played with what we were dealt, not actually live as the character, and make decisions based on pathologic. And what else am I supposed to do with super intelligence besides find cool new ways to screw up everything valued in the balance of life? Think things through? I don't think so. I'm a berserker, a smart one. I don't have morals. I have power, and a crave to be better and wipe out the competition.

 

[AllFather]

[How bout this, we can have a vote. I don't mind killing off my new power, I just felt like I should spice up myself to make things more interesting. It's all cool, I was planning on only using it for a small while anyways, and maybe more near the end]

Aesis finally made it. Chicago was just what he'd expected: cold, wet, busy, and enormous. Ad lots of people. Lots of depressed people. Lots of stressed people. Good. Easy to weave through, easy to manipulate. He sees a man walking to his left after he gets off of the bus.
"Excuse me. Hello," Ace said. The man didn't turn. Okay, he would have to do this the hard way. The man kept walking, so Ace sped up to in front of him. He stopped the man. The man was obviously in a hurry, stressed and annoyed. Perfect. Ace's voice gives out a small echo and intensified as he sternly tells the man to stop. And so he does.
"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry as well. Has there been any recent events that have been out of the ordinary in Chicago?"
The man starts to quiver. This was not a good sign, it meant that he was resisting. People were still fully functional during the process. They could break if they wanted to, but thats why god made manipulation. So Ace told a joke, loosened the guy up.
"No, uh, nothing out of the ordinary, no."
"Thats a shame. Weren't you in a hurry somewhere?" Ace's voice returned to normal, and he walked off. The man stopped, and put his hand to his head.
"W-was I?... wait- wha- where am I?" he turned, but Ace was gone.

 

[Shapsters]

[I actually have a problem AllFather, your guy is overpowered as it is in my opinion, now he can use telekinesis? He seems overpowered enough as it is]

[No, he can use TK instead of berserking, since it uses all his energy for either one, and he can only use it on metallic objects. I'm still very weak, seeing as it is a new organ, which takes time to grow, and energy. By the time I get to Chicago, I'll only be able to use t like 5 times in a battle before I'm completely useless. It is still fair.]

[But how do you justify such a great change? It's not like you've got regenerative powers or something, you're a flight-seer and a berserker. You could've told us that you've got something like that planned.]

I didn't have this planned. I was just going back and realized that I had made my character complete tool. I'm super intelligent, but I berserk. Oxymoron. I can manipulate people with lo will power (basically everyone in america), but so can anyone with a sob story and a tear in their eyes. Useless. I have super reflexes ONLY because I can see the path of moving objects by using some sort of sonar-remote-veiwing thing (that I came up with out of nowhere), but my character can be thrown around without having a chance to even pretend to do something. Bullshit. This character is flawed. When I made him, I didn't know the first thing about forum RPGs, let alone RPGs, because I don't like playing too many games when I could be doing something creative or healthy. I thought this was going to be like Sam told the story and controlled encounters, like D&D, and we played with what we were dealt, not actually live as the character, and make decisions based on pathologic. And what else am I supposed to do with super intelligence besides find cool new ways to screw up everything valued in the balance of life? Think things through? I don't think so. I'm a berserker, a smart one. I don't have morals. I have power, and a crave to be better and wipe out the competition.

Do you not realize how ridiculously long that list of powers is? The list goes on and on, you can only have so much power. You have to have some sort of disadvantage.

 

[Doc Theta Sigma]

"Well as I said, I think a tactical nuclear strike would work better but we've got to work with what we have." Doc sighed, looking at the monitors. "I think striking several targets at once would be the best option"

Natasha scanned over the plans and frowned.

"What?"

"We don't have enough 5s and 20s for that. Only enough for two strikes simultaneously"

Doc stared at the plans. She was right. Perhaps they could make some alterations... Or speed up the process of producing 5s and 20s.

"Could we speed up the production process?"

"Well yes, but they wouldn't be ready. They'd be barely sentient. Like animals..."

"Then that makes them all the more dangerous. Speed up the process"

"But-"

"I said speed it up!"

"But-"

Doc reached out and pressed his palm against her forehead.

"Speed it up. Now."

Natasha's eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly.

"Of... Course... Right... Away... Master..." She spoke slowly before shuffling off.

[Just a side note, physical contact seems to strengthen Doc's powers but only for a limited amount of time]

 

[SamuelT]

[Nice touch]

Samuel did nothing to stop the happening between the two. He felt sorry for Natasha though, but making the 5's and 20's less sentient would make them easier targets. No sense of safety, self-preserverance or strategy. Doc didn't fully understand what he was doing.

"So Doc. Any word on the precise date of invasion? I'm sort of wasting my time and talent here. Something I can do?"

[Everything posted is in-character. It does not represent my real feelings.]

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow went over the files being transfered to the computer, and still understood nothing. Only Samuel would know, which of course didn't help. He stared at the time on the laptop screen, and sighed. Emily, Sarah and Patrick had been two hours. Maybe something was wrong, maybe they'd been attacked...

"Nah," he said to himself, "I'm just overeacting. The last thing I want to do is become like Patrick..."

 

[AllFather]

Do you not realize how ridiculously long that list of powers is? The list goes on and on, you can only have so much power. You have to have some sort of disadvantage.

I do. It drains so much energy to berserk, and now to TK things. My super intelligence is really only accessible when I'm Meditating. Basically the only things that I got for free is the motion detect and the minor mind manipulation. In one battle I can Either do one berserk, and pass-out, or I can punch the crap out of things, which isn't much considering we fight whole armies.

 

[ae86gamer]

[I am back ]

Sarah sat down across from Patrick and Emily. She scarfed down her food in a matter of minutes. Patrick and Emily looked at Sarah with a surprised look on their face.

"I told you I was hungry."

"Alright, so who has something to say first?"

Sarah grabbed her soda and took a sip.

What do we even need to talk about? All we should be doing is getting Sparrow and then leaving to another town. Anything else just seems pointless.

 

[scotth266]

"S-Sarah, I know you w-won't believe me, but Sparrow tried to b-betray all of us." said Patrick, as calmly as he could. "H-He can't be trusted: we sh-shouldn't even go back to the house. He c-could have laid a t-trap while we were gone."

Patrick looked at Emily. "H-He and Sparrow k-knew that guy that attacked us as l-left with Samuel. That guy w-was a #8, and th-they hid him from us b-because they were gonna b-betray us to him. Samuel b-b-backstabbed Sparrow too though."

"S-Sparrow only wants to h-help us fight the #8 because he wants to g-get Samuel. O-Once he's done with him, h-he'll turn on us."

 

[Shapsters]

Emily scratched the back of her neck whilst Patrick was accusing Sparrow, she knew something like this was to come.

"Well jeez Patrick, sounds like a pretty sound accusation, do you remember exactly what you heard? Perhaps you misinterpreted what they were saying?"

Emily began working on her other burger.

 

[ae86gamer]

Sarah put her soda down.

"Did you hear anything exactly? I think Emily is right on this one Pat. Maybe you just heard something that wasn't there. Sorry Pat but... you are a very paranoid person."

Sarah knew what she said was mean but she had spoken the truth.

Hope he doesn't get angry at me calling him paranoid.

 

[scotth266]

Patrick laughed. It was the one thing he could do without stuttering, and right now he HAD to laugh, because he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"N-No. There was no w-way I could have misinterpreted th-that. Th-They knew about the #8 b-before he showed up, and w-were keeping it from us on purpose. W-Why would they do that, huh? And then w-why would Samuel jump s-sides so quickly, huh?"

"They're b-both traitors!" said Patrick, finally allowing the venom he felt for Sparrow and Sam to leak into his voice. "A-And I'm not g-going to allow myself t-to be killed because I t-trusted Sparrow once. P-People change. He's n-not the guy we knew."

"I'm leaving this little sh-shindig. And if you guys c-could see the t-truth, you'd come with me."