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Age is but a number, its the mind that makes the man, or woman. I'm older the i seem, younger then my years, specialize in gaming, yet often seem to have no tactics. I've played many rpg's my whole life and love a new idea. Being sick and twisted is a strength, allowing for one to not live with a closed mind. If I could have my way we would have the religion of gamers. Not as a way to worship the games but to let the world know that you can find every religion in the gaming society. If you can have this many diverse backgrounds in something as popular as gaming, why cant the rest of the world live like that. Hell if you have a need to go to war, well bring out your fps. Want to handle a grudge, areana it is.

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I kinda got lost along the way what with the move and all that. It seems that most everyone is doing random classes. If you would like to toss me through something, two separate things, I'm cool with that. I am sorry for no real post from my spot.
Nate studied both that witch was being taught in class as well as the students around him. He listened to the conversations in both his classes marveling at Peters reactions to the newest girl and Shawn and the Heidi. He followed Shawn at a distance, looking at the Pyro kid with an amused scoff. When it came time to train Nate wanted to be ready.
Nate sit's in his two classes absorbing the subjects like a sponge. In the back of both of his minds he contemplates the team. "Do I really want off? If we could become a tight nit group then there is nothing we couldn't achieve. If I weren't there when they needed me, how bad would that scar me in the long run." On and on these thought's flashed through the back of Nate's mind. When he pulled together tonight he would have to have a serious sit down with Shawn and the rest. Something needed to be done and if he was correct then they would need all the training of a military unit.
Nate splits, heading to Mr Macoy's class and Ms Darkholms. Time to nip this training in the bud early. If all went well within a year or two Nate would be able to attend a third class. As both Nate's walked away from each other they paused as a though struck them. Focusing on their hands, they caused the light to bend, making their hands seem to disappear. They each stepped to a window and angled their hands to catch the sunlight streaming inside. As the beams passed over their hands they cupped their hands, making a kind of lens, focusing two beams of light. Next they angled the beams at each other, bending more light around themselves. As the opposing beams hit each field they concentrated to cause a mirror effect, reflecting the beams back and fourth between both Nate's, intensifying the heat from the sunlight every time each beam hit the fields. As they did this they closed the distance between themselves, converging on a single open window, causing another field to appear around their light show, sealing off the intense beams of energy in what looks to be one large laser. They then focus the energy, compacting it to a bubble between their hands. Glancing outside for a target they see a dead tree and let loose, pushing their hands together, angling their bodies to each has half a circle. The beam slices strait through the trunk of the tree, burning a neat hole strait through and ending in the dirt beyond.
"Perfect shot." Nate says patting Nate on the shoulder.
"Too bad Shawn wasn't here, they power we could have built for him." Nate replies. They turn and head to their classes.
cant always get it right
Nate heads to the cafeteria, pausing just long enough to pull into one person, and stop off at the locker room to change. Something about being apart if the battle, no matter how small had his hunger roaring. He ran the events of the fight over in his head, wondering what was the man's whole objective.
Sorry it's been a travel weekend. Oh you guys know Uber wasn't around in that time right? I'll be working on a different characer to bring in.
Nate looks at his two downed teamates. "It's a pitty we didn't start off with the grand blast. Seems to me there were two many leaders, no real teamates. We got lucky that the radiation guy seemed to be studying instead of trying to acually kill us. He could have taken us all out no proublem, yet seemed more interested in data. I think I'm gonna spend the next couple of years studying and training and if you don't mind, I'll rejoin when I'm a wee bit older. Losing my parents was bad enough, to lose my new family before I get to know them is too much." Nate says in an analytically monotone voice.
Nate lands in the basted space left from their opponent, feeling the sickness pulled from his bodies. He looks to where Shawn lays crumpled and one moves to pick him up in a fireman's carry while the other surveys the area and moves to the exit. "Any one know where Chrys went after his magic show?" Nate calls out.
"An interesting set of abilities, yet no real group cohesion. Should make for an interesting team should they get the time and proper training." Crotalus mummers as he takes the kick to the face. When the staff connects with his back his hand whips back brushing it, sending a charge of radiation into the staff, instantly causing it to heat up. "200 degreese, and raising 50 degrees every six seconds, should melt in two to three minuets." he says to it's wielder. Rolling with the hit to a handstand, pausing to note the teleporters location, then points at him and blast him with a almost invisible beam of pure radiation into the boys hand, searing the flesh and frying it. "To assume without proper study is to fail." Crotalus states pinwheeling his feet to snap a kick into the oncoming girl, redirecting her momentum towards one of the pillars, then using the spin to regain his feet and stepping quickly next to a well dressed youth near one of the tellers.

Nate and Nate wince as first their team mate's are tossed around then start to cheer as Chrys attacks back, only to cringe as the man seems unfazed, retaliates. They can smell the putrid ozone and cooked flesh, not a pleasant smell. As the man flips from his hands to his feet almost too gracefully and moves next to Chris, Nate and Nate finish positioning themselves above the man. "Now or never they whisper to each other, crouching on the ceiling, then they spring strait at the man. "God's if you are up there, please let this work." They whisper. And then he man looks right at them. "Oh shi....." They say in unison.
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