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Gold City - City Square



"Yes we... We are now receiving reports that some unknown assailants have engaged the cyborg known as Oh-One; confirming that there have indeed been survivors from the planes shot down over the Antarctic."

The giant screen illuminated the mass crowd collective fear. Families gripping one another tightly and couples whispering support to each other as the newscaster struggled to maintain an air of professionalism over her obvious fear at the situation. Cain stood still among the crowd, normally he would be considerably more reserved at concealing his face but even with the sheer size of of people surrounding the square he felt secure, all eyes were placed solely on the screen. Wondering if at any second their lives would be extinguished in an instant.

"Despite the cyborg downing several MAVERICK aircrafts mere moments ago, our chopper remains airborne for the moment but our cameras are having difficulty seeing through the fog. However as best as we have been able to make out, three individuals have arrived at the tower created by Oh-One and are attempting to subdue it." The newscaster said. Footage splicing in beside her showing shaky footage from the helicopter, though difficult to see it was clear enough that Oh-One was firing beams of energy against two opponents, before being knocked back by an unseen third.

The mention of MAVERICK made Cain's skin crawl but even he didn't take much pleasure in their deaths, if at least because they never even got to try and slow Oh-One before being disposed of. Cain quickly disregarded that thought as he saw the footage however, though difficult to make out he found Justin's beams of energy and sound scythes unmistakable, which must mean the errant rocket came from Oh-Seven - certainly can't have been from a MAVERICK trooper. The third individual Cain couldn't make out at all however but his mind was already preoccupied.

Justin... Cain had met him and Oh-Seven not too long before they set off for the Arctic. Words and eventually fists were thrown between him and the half-cyborg but ultimately they reached... Something very slightly resembling an understanding. Truthfully Cain hadn't even expected him to make it out that far let alone face Oh-One head on. Cain had continued to wallow in despair and cynicism but seeing those planes go down, seeing Justin and Oh-Seven and seeing the faces of the crowd around him. He couldn't help but feel guilty at how selfish he'd been.

"The... Yes, one of the suspected nomads is now fighting Oh-One directly. We have lost sight of the other two but our cameras are picking up more figures among the snow!" The newscaster added, a twinge of hope emerging in her voice as she pressed two fingers against her ear so as to not miss even a second of information.

"We have received word that the jet sent by the Justice Riders have dispatched a rider that is nearing Oh-One's tower! The jet itself may be moving in further but its speed and the weather conditions are making tracking difficult, we will be sure to keep everyone informed as-"

A cheer went up from the crowd at the mention of the Justice Riders presence. The air of fear and uncertainty was still very much present but it felt now like the people had a fighting chance. The cheers only intensified when the newscaster switched to the feed supplied directly from the camera-bot of Justice Rider Blaze, driving fearlessly towards Oh-One's twisted machine.

Cain narrowed his eyes as he stared at the screen before looking up into the sky. It was snowing. Another sensation he had lost since the accident. Yet he could see the people in the crowd give no care as their spirits began to heighten. He did not know the Justice Rider on the bike beyond the odd episode he'd seen, all he could truly think was that even if she made it on time there would have to be a good deal more people at the site if the world had a chance at stopping whatever Oh-One's plans were.

But, for the moment, they had hope. Perhaps that might be enough.













Terry, even in his disoriented and survival instinct addled state, couldn't help but notice the... Strangeness in Archie's reply.

"You're welcome" he'd said in a voice that sounded like it hadn't spoken in years and struggled to relearn the concept. Though Terry could more easily wrap his head around Archie's voice than the tendrils that appeared to be spurting out of him and batting away the creatures advancing towards them. Terry's encounter with the tentacles earlier had sharpened and focused him in regards to the situation, so while the monsters appearances seemed tailor made to unnerve him, he did not recoil at their sight. Like the tentacle that bore the face of his late father, the creatures had their mouths stitched and stretched shut with decayed looking grey flesh, unlike his father they did not seem to bother with accuracy in regards to the rest of their humanoid face. Their skin grey and eyes also stitched tightly shut, for Terry it appeared that their limbs were broken and disjointed yet they scuttled around with alarming ease and speed.

Terry fired a few more blasts of pure controlled sound at the creatures that got too close for comfort. Knocking them into their fellow abomination or through a crack in the false Araminta and out of this world entirely. Though Terry's physical state paid the price as he found it harder and harder to keep balance, feeling the familiar warm trickle of blood emanating from his nose. Just then, a giant ladybird carrying some members of the group flew above the mass of powered beings and monsters.

'Giant flying bug. Alright' Terry thought, quickly disregarding the thought before being knocked off his feet by a powerful psychic blast.

Terry's body was already beginning to feel nauseous and pained, being suddenly and violently thrown through the air did not help matters. He moved his head from the ground slightly and saw Archie lifting up that girl who's name kept escaping Terry, he watched him move towards the photographer in a daze and yell something Terry struggled to make out amidst the chaos, but given they were grouping up and quite obviously frantic looking, Terry acutely deduced they were informing everyone to start fucking running.

Gingerly and without much grace, Terry tried to shoot himself back upright as quick as possible, he stumbled forward but was vertical enough to begin running towards Archie and the others, they were going back to the warehouse. Terry spared the briefest second to look back at the creatures attempting to recuperate after that blast form Kayla. Warehouse, that was fine by him.




Well, maybe the warehouse wasn't fine by Terry actually.

Things were just as frenzied here as they were back at the false Araminta's edge. Windows being broken and creatures spawned from nightmares pouring in wherever able. Terry, gingerly, placed his arms back up and prepared to throw out whatever power he possibly could before his body inevitably failed him.

But as Terry prepared himself for a no doubt heroic, if slightly anticlimatic, last stand, another flash of purple appeared presenting the street lights of good old safe, predictable, real Araminta.

"Guys, this way!" she yelled through. "C'mon we don't have much time!"

Terry watched some guy with long black hair he hadn't seen before go through it first, then that hysterical woman from earlier follow suit. Fuck it, at worst a lit street wasn't as bad a place to die as a shitty warehouse. Terry ran through and felt his legs collapse as he passed the other end. The coldness of the road providing some relief to his throbbing headache courtesy of his powers.

"Alright, man" he mumbled, rolling himself slightly to get out of the way of the portal.

"No more, like, purple portals for me."






The relentless patter of rain soaked through Terry's thin yellow raincoat, which despite being several sizes too large for his small frame, seemed to offer little protection. Not helping was Terry having to keep his head upwards to avoid any of the blood from his nose dripping down onto his bright blue T-Shirt.

Thankfully, the front door was unlocked as Terry pushed with all the strength he had and near enough fell into the living room. Quickly shutting the door and removing his equally soaked yellow wellington boots before making his way to the kitchen counter and reaching up for the tissues.

"What happened to your bag, Terrence." Came the voice of his father, startling Terry as he quickly turned to find his father sat in his favourite easy chair, face obscured from behind an edition of The Araminta Times. He usually wasn't home this early.

"I.." Terry uttered quietly. He found his voice wavering and grip tightening on his nose as he struggled to keep from crying in front of his father.

"Billy Schmidt hit me and threw it into the lake, Daddy."

Terry sniffed and waited for a lecture or an admonishment or for his father to grab him by the ear and march him back to the lake to fish the backpack out because there was no way they would waste their funds on a new one. Instead his father simply tilted his newspaper slightly and looked at his son with hard, unmistakable eyes behind thick rimmed reading glasses.

"You should have stood up to him, Terrence." His father brought the paper back up to his face.

"Like a man."




The sight of a sky devoid of life deeply perturbed Terry. Just like earlier today when he admired the setting sun, so too did he enjoy the simple pleasure of silently seeing the stars and moon glisten in the night. But here there was nothing, a blank canvas mocking any observer who looked upon it. Oblivion.

Voices rang out and quarrelled, some of the group went elsewhere, most found themselves questioning and fearing the unknowns presented to them from the endless hole in the ground. Terry simply found himself transfixed upon the sun disappearing and that hauntingly empty night swirling above him. He was not broken from this trance until an ear piercing sound rang out from whatever hell this bastardisation of Araminta occupied. No sooner had this happened than an alien appendage burst from the chasm and wrapped itself around Terry's waist, another darting out and sinking what at least looked like teeth into her ankle.

"Shit man! SHIT!" Terry's vision and presence of mind was sloppy as he rained down fists upon what was previously thought to be a formless tentacle. But then, he found his minuscule offence halted by the reflection that looked up at him with those cold, emotionless eyes.

His father's gaze remained as ruthlessly intense as it always had been, but what truly gave Terry frightened pause was his father's mouth. Skin pulled haphazardly over it like a grotesque surgery, his lips nonexistent as though his jaw had been stapled in some manner to the skin just below his nose and yet the top half of his head remained in pristine condition akin to a photograph of the man.

Terry, though not exactly doing any damage to begin with, found his resolve leave him as his flurry stopped. The tentacle wrapped itself around his waist tighter and began to start hauling him upwards but a sudden stop from Archie grabbing Terry's arm brought him back into the moment. Terry used his free arm to again relentlessly batter the face of his "father", his blows still having little effect, that is until Terry's eyes widened and realisation struck him.

Kayla let loose an earth shattering scream as light engulfed the surrounding area and seemed to incinerate the tentacle holding her hostage. Terry let out a yell of his own as he shut his eyes tight to block out the man-made sun. Instead clamping down his hand as tight as possible onto the face of the twisted mockery masquerading as his father and let loose as hard a propulsion of pure sound as he knew he was capable of without losing his voice.

CRACK


The sound blasted directly from Terry's palm onto the tentacle, slamming into it with incredible force and causing it to shoot back limply into the chasm and sending the now free Terry flying into Archie. As far as he could tell, Terry could still hear the panic and yelling of his fellow non-monster residents which meant his voice was intact for the time being. But the sudden burst of his power caused feelings of vertigo to flare up as the world felt it was popping backwards and forwards. Which, considering what had been happening wasn't out of the question.

Terry felt something wet flow down from his nose and found a thin trickle of blood reaching his upper lip. He gingerly brought his, still pulsating and unclear, arm up to his face and wiped away the blood as it went from a thin trickle to a messy line on his right arm.

"Thank you." He said, not being able to make out exactly where Archie was as his eyesight still adjusted but hoping he was at least within earshot.




As more and more people got their bearings, Terry inwardly took back regretting not being able to have smoked up. In hindsight, the amount of people talking, moving around and asking questions would have probably frazzled his head. He tried taking stock of the new arrivals as best as his memory could allow. Older looking guy, young girl, hysterical girl, rough looking gu-. Actually, to Terry's surprise he found himself recalling two of the new arrivals, the rough looking guy was Tristan, he and Terry weren't terribly close but he'd definitely seen Tristan around in the lower income neighbourhoods. He also recognized a girl who had joined the conversation detailing her history of abuse towards warehouses, Kristen? Kylie? He'd smoked with her that much he was certain of, perhaps they'd hung out more when Terry's sources of rebellion revolved around spray paint and bricks.

Regardless, Terry focused on what Jaden had said with considerable curiosity.

"I got an idea." Jaden had replied, eyeing up the Asian girl with pretty noticeable suspicion. Terry at first didn't see anything strange until he spotted the tattoo on her neck. Ordinarily he'd chalk it up to a regular person's flimsy idea of rebellion but the shape and style stood out blatantly to him. It looked akin to a wave of water, causing him to glance down at his right hand and examine his own newly acquired "tattoo" as well. They weren't the same shape and it didn't quite prove anything but someone like her having a tattoo wasn't common nor was the symbol either. The suspicion that Jaden had shown it made Terry look back at him more closely. He didn't notice any tattoo visible on him but the tone of his voice and the way he focused on Katie's tattoo showed he obviously knew what they meant at the very least.

As Terry silently wondered what their symbols meant, that little girl he'd clocked earlier had been kicked by Jaden and suddenly darted towards the exit. For someone so young she seemed pretty blase about being teleported into fuck knows where. She was either supremely confident, in the know about something or some kind of idiot as far as Terry was concerned. Still, he personally wouldn't want her death or injury on his conscious.

"Maybe one of you females should do your thing and go after her." Jaden said in regards to the girl. Between some obvious sexism, suspicious character and prickish demeanour, Terry's conscious would have been a lot clearer if this guy had decided to run out and risk getting himself killed instead of that girl.

Tristan yelled after the girl and began following her. Saying it wasn't dangerous to go it alone at this time of night. While inclined to agree, Terry figured the whole teleportation thing would be a better reason to not start splitting up than the time of day. That and he didn't fancy the implication of being stuck with all these people until day broke but one thing at a time.

"If none of us know where the hell we are It'd probably be in our best interests not to go all lone wolf. At least until we all figure out where we are and if that purple lightshow's brought us somewhere dangerous." He said, following slowly behind Tristan. He wasn't sure if either of them could hear him or would bother to respond if they did but at least the larger group could hopefully get behind it so they could start working towards leaving this place.

Actually, Terry took it back inside. Had he gotten high he wouldn't have to involve himself at all and could've just let this shit pass him by and have the others deal with it.
Done done baby




As painfully drab and purposefully mundane as Araminta was, a sunset looked as nice here as it did in most places. Particularly when out in the woods with a joint in hand.

Terry licked the edge of the paper and began to deftly roll it up, quietly enjoying the fact that for once it didn't seem to have any noticeable bumps or deformities. With how things had been going at least he could still roll competently enough. Terry placed the joint in his mouth and began searching the pockets on his jeans and shirt for a few moments only to furrow his brow in annoyance and silently taking the joint out of his mouth and putting it in his shirt pocket. For once his contemplative trip would have a nice backdrop but alas, no lighter.

He leaned back on the rock formation he'd parked himself on. His friends had come out here with him to hang out and bullshit but fairly quickly got bored and decided to head off, Terry said he'd meet them later tonight at whatever impromptu show got inevitably thrown together but he didn't feel very enthused at the prospect. He hadn't played a show since he found out he could project shit out of his hands and his friends had began jokingly congratulating him on retirement. It both annoyed and amused him that he now had two reasons for his lack of performance that he couldn't inform anyone about, one because they would think he was a wash out and the other because they'd think he'd gone nuts up until he demonstrated with no doubt disastrous results.

Still, the outskirts were a nice enough reason in and of themselves to stick around, far enough from the goings on of Araminta but not too deep that Terry in his more fucked up states couldn't find his way back home easily.

Indeed, the sun setting was bright and comforting amidst the hysteria currently gripping the normally sleepy suburbs. It was simple, warm, purple.

'Wait... Purple?' Terry thought as he righted himself back and squinted his eyes at the sky, suddenly the beam of purple grew closer and began to engulf his vision.

"Well fu-" Terry said before the light crashed into the ground and made him disappear.




Not that you're ever really prepared to be transported by a beam of purple energy into a warehouse but the experience still hit Terry sharply as he felt as though his body crashed into the unforgiving floor. That said instead of shattered bones he simply felt the wind knocked out of him for a few moments before he got his bearings.

Almost reflexively, Terry scrambled to his feet as if to prove he hadn't just suddenly died, he wobbled slightly before righting himself and taking stock of his surroundings. It reminded him of the aftermath of many a party, he didn't recognise very many of the people here and everyone seemed to be trying to piece together the events prior. Closest to him was a guy talking to two women, they seemed the most adjusted so either they knew what the fuck had happened or they were the first to get up.

"Araminta, never heard of it? Well, neither did a lot of people, girl." The guy said, he was clearly a local then but Terry couldn't really place him. He recognised one of the women he was talking to as a waitress, maybe at somewhere he did an acoustic set? The other woman escaped him completely, considering she hadn't heard of Pennsylvania's little slice of heaven she clearly wasn't from around here.

"Right." Terry said, rubbing his head slightly and hobbling over to the group. "It's distinguishing characteristics is some railway lines and the fact that it looks like a half-assed Norman Rockwell painting."

Terry looked around, the woman had said something about Florida that much he'd made out previously.

"Real question is, why would some people from a shithole in Pennsylvania and a different state entirely all get brought here..."

Placing his hands in his pockets, Terry's expression stiffened as he tried to find anything notable about this place that he recognised. This warehouse was cold and unfamiliar to him, he certainly didn't remember playing some kind of show out here at any point. Man, he really wished he had a lighter with him right about now.
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