Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)
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Sparrow leaned back in the couch, and rested his arms behind his head. Everyone was nervous, especially considering Patrick and Emily were nowhere to be found and Iceous was slowly drinking himself to death, according to Samuel. Only then did Sparrow have an idea.
"Get the others. I've got myself a plan."
"Get the others. I've got myself a plan."
Iceous slammed open the door. He had obviously been testing the limits of his liver. "Waz goin on ere? Are ya planin on leavin me 'lone tuh rot?" He chuckled to himself quietly. "I'll just zleep it ov."
With that, he tottered over to the bed and tripped onto it. Snoring could be heard after a few minutes.
With that, he tottered over to the bed and tripped onto it. Snoring could be heard after a few minutes.
"We blow up some cars, and some buildings and maybe an aircraft or two."
Samuel and Sarah seemed stunned, and slightly horrified.
"Think about it. How did he find us last time? And how did we find Iceous?"
Samuel shrugged.
"The news. They blabbed on about terrorists bring down planes and blowing up burial grounds. If we make some noise, Doc is gonna' hear."
Samuel and Sarah seemed stunned, and slightly horrified.
"Think about it. How did he find us last time? And how did we find Iceous?"
Samuel shrugged.
"The news. They blabbed on about terrorists bring down planes and blowing up burial grounds. If we make some noise, Doc is gonna' hear."
Patrick looked down at Emily. He didn't know what to do... could he do something like this, to one of his long-time friends, even though it was her request?
He knelt down, and read her mind again, this time going deeper than before. It was still chaotic, the surface swirling with emotion, but this time there was an undercurrent to her thoughts. It was slight, but Patrick could see it.
She honestly wants to forget.
Patrick thought to himself for about a minute, and then he touched Emily's head, lifting her face to look at him, his face filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry." he said, without a single trace of a stutter. "I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve this. None of us did, really."
And with that, Pat used the Gift to make her go to sleep. As he carried her back to the hotel, he slowly began changing her every memory of the past five years, erasing Jack from her mind. She would wake up thinking that this whole experience was a nightmare...
The only issue is what to put in place of what's been lost. he thought to himself. For the moment though, Pat left a mental suggestion over the fake memories he was crafting for her: if she tried to remember much about the last five years, things would be hazy, and she'd focus on something else instead. It was a temporary fix, but it would hold until he could get something more permanent in place.
Patrick carried her back into the hotel, past the others, and laid her down on a bed.
This won't be easy to explain. he thought to himself, walking back towards the others, not giving himself time to think over the atrocity he had just commited. I'll have to give them a good explanation why-
YOU STUPID CHILD. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR MISTAKES, YOUR FOOLISH BLUNDERS. STEP ASIDE!
Patrick gripped his head, as his mind was consumed with agony. The Voice! Why could he hear it again?!? It had been silent for the better part of these past five years, so why now?
YOU'RE A FAILURE. A MISERABLE, PATHETIC WRETCH. the Voice continued, as Patrick struggled to keep a grip on his own mind. AND NOW, IT'S MY TURN AGAIN. it spoke dismissively, as it crushed his defenses, and threw him into the depths of his own head.
He knelt down, and read her mind again, this time going deeper than before. It was still chaotic, the surface swirling with emotion, but this time there was an undercurrent to her thoughts. It was slight, but Patrick could see it.
She honestly wants to forget.
Patrick thought to himself for about a minute, and then he touched Emily's head, lifting her face to look at him, his face filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry." he said, without a single trace of a stutter. "I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve this. None of us did, really."
And with that, Pat used the Gift to make her go to sleep. As he carried her back to the hotel, he slowly began changing her every memory of the past five years, erasing Jack from her mind. She would wake up thinking that this whole experience was a nightmare...
The only issue is what to put in place of what's been lost. he thought to himself. For the moment though, Pat left a mental suggestion over the fake memories he was crafting for her: if she tried to remember much about the last five years, things would be hazy, and she'd focus on something else instead. It was a temporary fix, but it would hold until he could get something more permanent in place.
Patrick carried her back into the hotel, past the others, and laid her down on a bed.
This won't be easy to explain. he thought to himself, walking back towards the others, not giving himself time to think over the atrocity he had just commited. I'll have to give them a good explanation why-
YOU STUPID CHILD. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR MISTAKES, YOUR FOOLISH BLUNDERS. STEP ASIDE!
Patrick gripped his head, as his mind was consumed with agony. The Voice! Why could he hear it again?!? It had been silent for the better part of these past five years, so why now?
YOU'RE A FAILURE. A MISERABLE, PATHETIC WRETCH. the Voice continued, as Patrick struggled to keep a grip on his own mind. AND NOW, IT'S MY TURN AGAIN. it spoke dismissively, as it crushed his defenses, and threw him into the depths of his own head.
Pat has currently passed out on a bed, by the way. I'm really sorry that I haven't been present recently: other parts of the forum have been swallowing large amounts of my time, as many of you have already seen.
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Sparrow wondered wether he was above such crimes as fraud, theft and quite possibly a few terrorist attacks as Samuel conveyed his ideas to them. Sarah seemed fairly shocked at their lax attitude to killing a few thousand people, as Samuel and Sparrow tried to think of a idea that involved less limbs being taken from various people's bodies.
"Wait a tic, why don't we just go on the news? We could pretend we're a magic act."
"Wait a tic, why don't we just go on the news? We could pretend we're a magic act."
Samuel laughed at the improbable idea. When he saw Sparrow look like he was insulted, his laugh died.
"You're serious? We? A magic-act?"
Sparrow nodded.
"Why don't we help take in the garbage. Better yet! We'll all go to the nearest Walmart, and ask for jobs! That would certainly help!" Samuel said sarcastically.
"You're serious? We? A magic-act?"
Sparrow nodded.
"Why don't we help take in the garbage. Better yet! We'll all go to the nearest Walmart, and ask for jobs! That would certainly help!" Samuel said sarcastically.
"Magicians..." Samuel sighed. He still found the first option preferable to the second, but it would make for a lot of unnecesairy suffering.
"Alright...sure. Let's preform magic!" He said. "Just one thing, I'm not working with children."
"Alright...sure. Let's preform magic!" He said. "Just one thing, I'm not working with children."
Sparrow, swiftly comming to love his light beard, walked over to Iceous's body, and stared at Patrick, who had sprawled out in the doorway. It also appeared that Emily was ontop of him, which led Sparrow to recoil in horror when he thought something else was going on between them.
"Erm. I suggest we let them sleep it off."
"Erm. I suggest we let them sleep it off."
Sparrow dug into his pocket, and pulled on the pills. He chucked them to Samuel, who grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket.
"Don't think I'll need em' anyway.", Sparrow laughed.
Sarah patted his soon-to-be rugged beard, which led Sparrow to tickle her. It's was almost as if they were oblivious to Samuel's prescence in the room.
"Don't think I'll need em' anyway.", Sparrow laughed.
Sarah patted his soon-to-be rugged beard, which led Sparrow to tickle her. It's was almost as if they were oblivious to Samuel's prescence in the room.