Balthazar007

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@Aqutanama

I'm going to sleep on my next post. I'll have something up by tomorrow. It will be a continuation of my character's situation. I'm thinking it will start with a dramatic run through the battle field, ending up at the military base. There, he will be examined by a medic (and other things that I haven't thought of yet).

My post will end with your character and mine meeting. I'm thinking that your character will be joining my character's military unit. That sound good?

Magic is REAL!!!

Eden Tal

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... She made a mental note to spend the first payment on fixing it up and getting WiFi installed as began walking, her suitcase crunching over fallen leaves behind her. She opened the door with a nostalgic smile, speaking quietly as she took in the familiar sight, “I’m back, grandma.”

@Suneli

If the shrine were larger and not made of wood, Eden surely would have heard an echo. As it was however, she was greeted by nothing more than silence. And so, after an appropriate moment of silence, she continued her way into the shrine to get her things settled.

It was a dull and lonely first night, as Eden had nothing else to do than wipe dust off old furniture and sweep up. She was getting ready for bed when the distant sound of thunder began to rumble the small shack. Would the shrine hold up if it rained hard? She had to wonder.

But strangely enough, the rain never came. Even as the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning become more frequent and intense, not a single drop fell from the sky. Then, with one final crash and blinding flash, it all stopped. Naturally, Eden went out to the front door of the shrine to look, to make sure everything outside was okay. Luckily, all seemed well. Besides a few small tree limbs that had fallen in the wind, there wasn't much damage to be seen, not in the dark of night at least. Most importantly, there were no wildfires due to lightning strikes and no rain.

As Eden walked back into the shrine, a soft glow caught her eye, a glow that wasn't there before she stepped outside. It was her grandmother. She stood in the corner of the main sitting area. A pale-gold light emanated from her body, as she wore the same robes that Eden had last remembered her in. She wasn't see through like some sort of ghost; she was solid, unmistakably there.

"Welcome back, little one." 'Little one', that was something Eden hadn't heard in a while. It was what her grandmother had always called her, even after she'd outgrown the small woman.

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Wow, that was long. It took about ten minutes to read. So in your mind, why are they taking him to a military base? Or were you just wanting to leave that up to my interpretation?

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Gregory Hamilton

Host Body: Jedrick

Gregory didn't have access to lowest levels of the Q.U.I.P. facility. If he did, maybe things wouldn't have went wrong. A young genius, by anyone's standards, he should have been a part of the delicate research they were doing. Unfortunately for him and everyone in the surrounding two block radius, he wasn't. Politics had gotten in the way. He wasn't there when they were building the machine. If he was, it would have been built right... probably. And he sure wasn't there on this day, the day they decided to turn it on. If he was, he would have told them not to. It wasn't ready.

A blinding flash of light was the last thing he remembered.

When he came to, he was far from New York City. At least, he hoped he wasn't in New York City. Laying on his back, he watched the world around him. He could hear explosions and gunfire. Smoke rose over the tops of run down buildings, and dark clouds loomed overhead, blocking out a desperate sun. In his mouth, he could taste blood.

"He's alive!" a voice called out. A moment later, a man fell to his knees beside Gregory. The man was dressed in form fitting, top-grade military armor, a large gun swung over his back. He snapped his fingers in front of Gregory's face. "Jed! Jedrick! Can you hear me?"

"Jedrick?" Gregory mumbled, immediately coughing up blood. As his head jerked, he caught glimpses of his own body armor below. It was much like the other man's armor, but there was a large hole in the chest plate. Through this hole was bare skin and fresh blood.

"Oh shit!" A third voice said, just before another soldier took a knee to Gregory's left, opposite of the first. "How is he alive? He was hit by an armor piercer!"

"I don't know," said the first soldier. "but we need to get him back to base. You carry his gear, I'll carry him."

What happened next was a blur. He was thrown over the first soldier's shoulders, with almost no effort, fireman style. Then, they ran, the second soldier ran just behind laying cover fire as they raced from building to building. Gregory could hardly believe what was happening. This has to be a dream. he told to himself repeatedly.

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@alexfangtalon@Cerces22: Hey there you two. I doubt you'll see this in time, but I'm currently on Discord right now, and I have @Aqutanama on the line as well. Here is a new link to the Discord channel (a link that won't expire).

https://discord.gg/YvHsQSJ

I will be available for the next hour or two for anyone that wants/needs help with their character sheets or anything.

Magic is REAL!!!

Monica White

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And that was true. Monica took in sheer delight at the premise of fixing others. Maybe she should get into surgery? No, no, her hands weren't nearly steady enough. Medicine would do for now. But then she thought about her future. Was this what she really wanted? She felt like she could do more. She loves what she does, but she always felt like there was... more she could do. But what?

@Lord Orgasmo

The old man nodded along as Monica answered his question. He could tell she was being honest, but this he knew already. He thought back to when he first saw her, not far from the hospital, a couple days prior. The two had simply passed each other on the street, and in that brief passing, he felt her hidden talents.

That was when he made his little plan. He placed a magic tracer on the girl to see where she worked and when she would work next. Then all he needed was a spell to make himself appear older and dehydrated. This second part was easier to accomplish than the first, because as a water wizard, all he had to do was will the water to leave his body.

Now, laying in bed before this young woman, the time had come to reveal himself. "That is wonderful to hear." He said, as he sat up in his bed. "What if I told you there were more ways than you know to help others, to heal them?" Such a cryptic question was hard to answer right away. Plus the old man probably shouldn't be sitting up in bed, one would think.

While Monica was deciding how to proceed, 'John' looked over to his IV bag. As he did, the bag started draining, much quicker than it should be. It was as if his arm was sucking up the water, and as this was happening, the man's face began to loose its wrinkles. He was becoming younger, right before her eyes. As the bag was sucked of its last drop, he let out an exaggerated sigh, like someone who had just taken a large gulp of water.

He then removed the IV quicker than she could stop him and smiled. "If you want to know more. All you have to do is find me." With those final words, something inexplicable happened. In a puff of smoke, 'John' disappeared. Actually, it was more like mist or steam, but in any case, he was gone now. His clothes were left behind, and Monica was left aghast.

Magic is REAL!!!

Monica White

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Monica have him a quick nod, and began walking towards the storage area to grab a bag of saline. John was a patient that had been suffering dehydration after getting lost in the woods. The doctors said he just needed some rest and water, and he'd be good to go. Monica entered the storage room, and grabbed a bag of the salt infused water.

@Lord Orgasmo

John was a frail old man who wore very simple clothing and a short, but full, white beard. When Monica entered his room, his eyes were closed and he was terribly still. At first glance, one would think he was dead. But looking more carefully, she could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Quietly, Monica went about her business, changing his bag.

As she finished, as her hands lowered from the new IV, John's eyes opened. "Thank you child." Something was off about the way he said even those few words. His voice didn't sound tired at all. In fact, if she wasn't looking at the old man, he could have easily passed for thirty years younger. "Can I ask you a question? ... What do you like most about your job?"

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@Aqutanama

If your three hours behind on the west coast, it would be 10am not 9am, right? Also, you could join in an hour late at 2pm (11am your time). That first hour is just for helping others with their character sheets and answering questions and stuff. You and I havee been doing that steadily through PMs already. So you wouldn't be missing anything.

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My schedule this week is pretty full, but I can do Friday evening any time. Or Sunday from 1pm to 3pm.

Which would you all prefer?

This is only referring to our discord meet-up. I'll be online a little each day.

Magic is REAL!!!

Do you want us to put our character sheets here or PM them to you to adress things that shouldn't be in the OOC?

@Lord Orgasmo

PM. Thanks for asking.