Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)

[SamuelT]

Spoiler: OOC

Alright, I'm going out on a limb here, and assume Samuel can reckognize a few words Russian.

"It seems like...a diary of some sorts. I can tell it's from a....subject? It looks like it."

Samuel held up the booklet.

"Where the hell did you get this?"

 

[ae86gamer]

"So... Wait, what the hell does this have to do with us? Does the notebook contain anything that can possibly help us kill Doc or get that Razi girl back?"

Sarah sat on the bed. She hadn't slept in two days and was beginning to feel the effects.

 

[SamuelT]

"And with what does it end? What are the last paragraphs?" Samuel asked.

"And who is this first Prorotype? Does the booklet say anything about the Prototype's anamolies?"

 

[Doc Theta Sigma]

Doc pulled the ambulance into a quiet street and switched off the engine. Getting out of the drivers seat he opened the back doors and jumped out. Looking up at Ravi he held out his hand.

"Out, quick. They'll have noticed they're missing an ambulance by now. These things are lo-jacked" Doc said. "We might already be too late. If police show up, let me handle them"

 

[SamuelT]

A police car drove past the ambulance. They noticed that the lights were dimmed and that there were no drovers in it. Yet there wasn't a hospital nearby. They stopped and got out of the car. One shoe a torch on the ambulance.

"What do you think, Matt?" One said.

"Dunno. Perhaps they're just delivering someone?" The one called Matt answered.

The one holding the torch knocked on the window.

Spoiler: Doc

Just giving you some input to work with.

 

[SamuelT]

*GASP*

Samuel stared at the translations.

"Idiots" Samuel whispered.

He gave back the papers, and Lydia passed them through to the others.

"We've ran into this angel a couple of times before. Once in the russian facility, and another time in Emily's house." Samuel said, nodding to Emily.

"But why did they grow a body for it? Why not a normal human, like with us?"

 

[SamuelT]

Spoiler: OOC

Let's let Samuel act in-character for a change.=)

"More powerful? I'd like to see that." Samuel said, almost taking offence(sp?) in Lydia's statement.

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow quickly browsed over the papers. He'd never been a fan of literature, especeially non-fiction. Instinctively once more, he went to blab on about how it was "absolute shite", but, once more, realised he could not talk.

He wrote his thoughts on a note, which he handed to Samuel. He also added on the note, that he was the one that laughed. He'd always enjoyed trying to mind-fuck Samuel.

 

[SamuelT]

"Don't push it." Samuel said, folding his arms.

"But I do admit, it can do some pretty powerful stuff. I couldn't get through the fields he brought up at Emily's place."

Sparrow handed him a note, stating that he'd been the one laughing. Also, that he didn't really bothered with reading the entire stack of papers.

"No more paper for you, Sparrow." Samel said, crushing the paper in his fist.

 

[ae86gamer]

Sarah laid down on the bed. She had no clue what was going on, and didn't want to ask, because she knew she would just get a barrage of answers.

"I remember seeing the 'angel' at Emily's place. It spoke to me.. not out loud, but its like he was in my head. He told me what to do.. Yeah I know, its sounds strange."

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow wrote another note, which explained in detail about how much the Angel was simply a gimmicky, silver, jumped up torch. He decided to make duplicates of his handy work, and handed one to everyone in the room.

He stood up, and sat on the side of the bed Sarah was on, feeling rather tired.

 

[ae86gamer]

Sarah shrugged. She got handed a note from Sparrow and chuckled. She turned her attention back to Lydia. "All he said was to make Emily's then husband speak. So then what does that mean? He likes me and therefore talking to me in my head?"

Sarah sighed. "Was the 'angel' the first prototype then?"

 

[SamuelT]

"Not to be blunt or anything, but the Angel is of little matter now. Number nine is a bigger issue. Doc's unstable, mentally." Samuel said.

Sparrow yawned, indicating his boredom of the current conversation. Samuel sighed in mock-annoyance.