Fallenreaper

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Can I get a summary of recent events? There's something I want to try..

@Nightrunner

Hi, you will have to wait until @Dedonus is online though he should have a summary for you.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Jaqueline is up, and yeah...is it bad I had way too much fun writing that?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Jacqueline Freeman

Location: Financial District, Gene Co. within the branch office
Timeline: Week and few days after the riots (present), Morning

Jacqueline’s slender hands folded under her chin, her fingers overlapped each other. Her steely eyes stared harshly into her laptop computer settled in her petite lap. The system within it was designed to be an ever adapting cryption, one that thought and reacted like an intelligent AI, making it almost impossible to be hijacked by any normal human or computer. Mostly because there was false openings for outsiders to become trapped in the system. Whenever a hacker had found a window, the firewall pulled them in and immediately shut off all exits much like a rat trap. Then it broke down the signal, installing a virus within the data it stole then allowed it to return with ‘ghost’ data. When it entered an individual's computer the damage was started the moment they looked into their hard earned prize. Often it fried the processor, broke down the operation system and erased the memory making the damage absolute.

It was a dirty and underhanded tactic that had taken several hundred hackers the first time it went up. It was a fitting style for the original creator himself: Cyrus Black. A well known hacker who had broken into the pentagon, stolen money and managed to repeat the offense five times under different aliases. Sadly the fifth time had ended up getting him unwanted attention, quickly resulting in his arrest in Lost Haven ten years prior.

Extremely impressed with his recorder, Jacqueline had gone through painstaking efforts to get in contact with him in the last year or so. Her intentions had been for him to construct a hacker proof system using an adapting program that was built to keep others like him at bay. In the end it made sense that a system built by a notorious hacker, one who knew the best ways to get in and tear up a system, would be ideal to know how to fend off such attacks by others like him.

It took a snake to beat one in this world, a fact many people were blind to due to their over excessive need for nobility.

Jacqueline continued her rambling thoughts as she leaned back and reached for her salted caramel mocha coffee, the heat still wafted off the top of her ceramic mug. It was simple, white through it held the markings of a top brand like the rest of her office. After going most her life without the basic essentials she had made a habit to pamper each moment she got. To forget her days living on the street, starving or shivering, while sitting in her own shit and piss for weeks. It might’ve explained why she was a minor germaphobe.

Taking a savoring slip then setting it back down, she let her mind wandered back the matter at hand. She didn’t find dwelling on event best forgotten being grand motivators or fun, her mind eager for the distraction gotten by the current subject. The thousands dollars used to bribe the prison authorities and pay the prisoner were used in a ‘rehabilitation’ for the prison’s inmates. This included and was not limited to slightly tighter security, better improvements in the living quarters-nothing too pampering-, and even employment in public service to Lost Haven. Those measures were enough to cover her less than noble goals.

It would take a few years, the traces never completely erasable in the real world, for anyone remotely interested. They would discover the discrepancies in the books and spending receipts. The first wired paycheck was only for the system design and creation, not how proficient it ran. Those would come later when she had tested out the program more effectively. Putting aside the risks, Jacqueline wasn’t a fool. She hadn’t gotten to where she was without knowing how easily some people could easily try to step on her on several occasions. A week or so after retrieving the system, she had experts and outside influences scan it before installation. Mainly to ensure it was legit in its defensive measures. In addition, no money was going to be wired until after a six month trial as they both agreed on, his account able to be monitored within his accommodations.

To put it short and simple, it was the state of the line and exceptional in its performance through the data displayed on the screen was less than phenomenal. Jacqueline became bitter over the fact three shipments, all ten barrels worth, from the PX32 drug trials had gone missing. They were scheduled for disposal, the paperwork crisp and cleared through the proper channels. Through they were labeled as ‘toxic’ building materials, their materials improper for the public health safety. The fact they were stolen hadn’t bothered her much, but the fact they hadn’t heard from the ‘thief’ over the test results was rather irritating. Naturally it was a behind the scenes plot to have the supplies stolen and sold on the black market, a hidden way to see if anything could be salvage from the failed serum and also to secretly promote its potential. If a trial about four generations behind could produce powerful results, imagine what a serum that’s up to date could do.

Jacqueline smirked at the thought, then ran through the unlisted and black listed items on her to do schedule. Today’s agenda was going to be booked to its fullest from the looks of it. She reached to take another drink from her mug. The coffee salty and sweet on her tongue, burning it slightly on the way down to warm her inside and out. It was the little things in life that made these unsavory tasks bearable. She skirted her manicured nail over the touch pad over to a fold labeled MFP, then tapped it. Next came the subfolder Building 51. Another brief click and her screen flickered alive, popping up with images most people would classify as gruesome.

She dragged up subject A-0001 to engulf the whole screen, converting the file to memory for a brief second before she shifted to compare it to the video she would play in a moment. It certainly didn’t match the description completely. Jacob Riley was a twenty-four year male arrested for arson, attempted murder, and rape charge who had volunteered for a ‘medical’ project in exchanged for a chance at early parole. The pitiful thing was he managed to shorten the sentence only by failing to survive the tests. Jacqueline passively started the video while she reclined backwards, her head tilted to watch the scene play out in a patient and bored way. She, after all, had seen it several times over the course of months since the alien had been discovered.

The subject was strapped down and held firmly to a horizontal metal table, much to Mr. Riley’s visual discomfort as he tested the strength against his own with a sudden jerk. It didn’t give. His wrists managed to get only a few inches away when straps stopped them. His wide, panicked blue eyes followed the scientists to a small cart, their figures dressed in bio-hazard suits, and gently removed a rock from a nitrogen cooled container. Carefully holding the misty and grey item in his fingers, the scientist casually and calmly walked to Riley where he pressed the thing against the prisoner’s bare skin. The subjected howled in pain, the staff obvious or numb to the suffering they were causing a fellow human being. They were the best after all. Lacking morals and untainted by the social stigmas pressed upon individuals by the public expectations, these scientist were after answers and nothing would deter them from their goal. Save death itself. Growing bore of the length it would take for the subject to show visual signs, she grasped her mug in hand while occasionally taking sip and began to fast forward.

The CEO stopped on hour five. One of the staff, a woman in a bio-suit that had assisted the man who infected Riley, had come in each hour to take blood samples. This time when she drew it, there came a slight surprise with the color causing her to comment on it. That brought the older man into the isolated cell to examine it then quickly usher the female through the door where Jacqueline knew they would examine and record the findings. Meanwhile, Riley’s teeth gritted in pain with each movement. Sweat poured off his figure and his throat rattled off a cough, sounding to be mucus settling in his chest, only nothing came out. His body was limply hanging in the restraints, showing clear signs of sickness.

She hit the forward button again up to three hours later, about eight hours into the experiment. The blood had turned a darker black when the woman drew another sample and frowned in concern, her expression barely caught on camera through the plastic cover’s glare. Her concerns for the patient were clear when she mentioned the colorization then proceeded to examine the samples further, letting the male scientist physically check the subject and noted some alarming changes. He immediately slammed on the pedal to bring the table from its horizontal to a vertical position allowing the subject to lay flat. Riley complained and moaned about being too hot causing the head staff member to motion for his assistant, the woman lowering the temperature and bring over ice. In half an hour they had submerged Riley under a pile of ice and lowered the temperature within the quarantined laboratory causing his sweat, coughing, and other symptoms to cease for the moment.

For the final hour, hour nine, Riley suffered the most before he finally died. His blood completely black and tar like, his mouth vomiting it like ink over his skin where it stained. The man’s body convulsed and jarred in seizures sending chunks of ice shattering onto the floor while the two scientist struggled to hold him down. Already they rushed to save the man’s failing life, their figures bring in machines to do damage control as additional staff spring into action. His eyes, ears, and mouth started to leak the very same black stuff and it seemed all color had drained from his body. His wide eyes averted to the side and his lips fluttered in soft whispers, appearing to having a conversation with someone not there. At the end of the hour...his heart flat lined. Riley went limp on the table causing the staff to hastily dig him out then use the defibrillator thrice, only to be rewarded with the monitor’s loud, disheartening blare echoing in the room.

It was several months earlier with no trace where it could’ve gone. A mystery for another, she admitted, her perfectionist nature gnawing at her the longer she pondered over the answer.

Jacqueline’s fingers clicked and closed the video’s window screen. She then slide the mouse over to the power button, her hand raising her coffee and downing the last savory bit, in her wait for the laptop to shut completely down. She set her empty mug aside and back on her desk. When the screen finally went pitch black, she snapped the top down softly while setting the machine in her leather Gucci bag. Unless someone truly knew her, the encryption password was impossible to decode as anyone with common sense knew she wouldn’t have gone with the obvious answers. Jacqueline rolled her chair over to face her desk and started to focus on the public finances, ones which showed her company in a much better light. The first task on the list was the stocks. She had her company invest in manufacture materials used in the repairs for Lost Haven in most recent months. It turned out it was a good investment thanks to the metahumans and more continually causing collateral damage every few weeks. The private businesses, local home and more in the areas of Sherman Square has suffered the most within the year. It was also less confrontal since several mysterious investors seemed to be buying up the properties around Sharmen Square left and right.

It bothered her for reasons she didn’t fully understand, her mind concluding the reason was the listed buyers. Some made sense while others didn’t and this fact bothered her mind because was a blunt, public insult to her intelligence. A matter that irritated her to her very core. Instead of driving herself nuts over the matter, Jacqueline chose to carefully move onto the next one. As she examined the founding budget for the Lost Haven Orphanage, her ears caught the door click open. She pulled her eyes from the screen to sight her secretary, Angelica Gibbs, trotted toward the desk in her brisk way. Jacqueline had always liked Ms. Gibbs for her efficiency and business like manner that aligned so well with her own. Both women wore Doir brand with white blouses, black dress jackets and high heels. However the difference came when Jacqueline worn the tight pencil skirt with a side slit and Ms. Gibbs wore loose dress pants.

The blond’s heels clicked across the tile flooring as she paused to the desk side, her hand passing over a manilla folder. Firmly holding and pulling it close to her chest, Jacqueline began to skim through the contents in mild interest. In a chirper, energetic voice the secretary spoke. “Your eleven am meeting will happen in an hour and a Dr. Morgan is here to see you. He says it’s rather urgent and being held up by security at the front desk. Something about bizarre virtual readings on Ms. Ruth Garth he believes would benefit the company.”

Jacqueline paused in her reading, her face turned up to give Ms. Gibbs a questionable looked. It prompted a reply from the secretary that further explained the necessity to bring the matter up directly to her. “I’ve already sent someone to talk to him but he refuses to speak to anyone other than you. Keeps insisting it has something to do with a virus and the victim dying earlier in the diagnosis.”

”Tell him I will be down at one pm sharp, not a moment sooner and escort him to the board room in the east wing.”

“Yes ma’am.” With those words, Ms. Gibbs removed herself to allow Jacqueline to finish up her work and ready herself for the board meeting.

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

@Fallenreaper I'll have you know that I'm NOT a peanut, I'm a Cashew.

@LeeRoy

You're still a nut in more ways than one.

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

If I had a dime for every times I didn't listened or reacted to the peanut gallery, I would be a millionaire by now.

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

You two actually gonna dance or just puff chests and jaw at each other?

@Skallagrim

Unlike Rilla, I GM like 2 rps and a player in about several others. Not to mention a Arena post, unlike a normal rp, requires a shit ton more detail than even an advance post needs. So unless you rather I half-ass it and hand Rilla my ass, give me time. :p I'm sure he wouldn't mind, but I might as I'm rather attached to my pretty little ass.

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

I wasn't sure and had to check, right now Jacer's just low on splicer rounds for obvious reasons.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

<Snipped quote by Tearstone>
This post.

TL;DR = Get prepared for mind rape.

Edit: Note that this will NOT be the focus of the event. Just something that one of the villains can do. *evil laugh*

@Dedonus

Noted, I'll keep that in mind should Rach need someone to hate. XD

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

Welcome to the Stage!

Shugtil, the String Magnus!

Who will probably pack a tooly, nah'mean?

@Rilla

Not sure if I understood that right, but he's packing something other than his magic? If he is, could you at least provide links to them so I have image aid? I'll do the same for mine, though it's on the CS, and that way we have it in one spot and don't have to scurry around. XD

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uicle, Ovak, and Khan

Uicle quietly went back to the teacher’s table, a gauntlet in his free hand, as the last of his resurrected knights crumbled into rusted dust. Uicle let all of their souls (except for the one whose hand he was carrying) go back into the Pit. They were no longer needed, and had done their purpose. His gaze was fixed on Khan and Ovak, and he made a beeline for the Archmage and the Headmaster, stepping up behind them. He placed the gauntlet on Khan’s shoulder, and his free hand on Ovak’s shoulder. “Khan, Ovak.” He began pleasantly. “I believe I have something to talk to the both of you about.” In unison, Uicle’s hand and the hand of the gauntlet rose to smack the two mages upside the head.

“Ovak, you’re an idiot. I told you to take it easy and not use magic, and the next thing I know you’re running off with Ssarak’s girlfriend and sending magical messages galore. You just got out of bed from nearly killing yourself and now you’re just using magic willy nilly? Tsk! You’re not a novice to be taking risks like that, Ovak. Khan, I know who you got whatever you’re hiding from, and we’re going to talk about that later. With Lucillia. And Tyrael. And Ovak if he hasn’t broken a hip. You’re still an idiot to for even thinking about having it.”

Khan had been busy, his scales tingling with the sense of being watched. His eyes flickered to the side and spotted Uicle coming casually toward the pair causing his chatty nature to fall into silence. Ovak raised a eyebrow but immediately realized the reason as he heard the clicking of the armor suit the teacher’s soul inhabited step into place behind them. The headmaster felt something slightly weighty placed on his shoulder and his head turned to spot a gauntlet resting there. Uicle used a pleasant voice despite his spiritual rasp then immediately the hand thumped him upside the head, hard.

Unlike Khan, who had been rather slow to react, Ovak’s head jerked forward and narrowly missed Uicle’s physical reprimand. His hand held up to prevent a repeat of it as he spoke, allowing Khan time to nurse his aching head. ”Underhanded reprimands will just encourage me, Uicle. As for the messages, I was just praising and nudging a few students in secret to key directions. I also know my limits. Believe me.”

Ovak’s eyes looked to Khan, his eyes flickered with slight worry over what Uicle had mentioned. ”So, you actually kept it in this time?”

The headmaster averted his gaze, his hand still rubbing his head back until the pain faded. His mind was elsewhere for the moment as he tried to brush off both Uicle and Ovak. He aimed to play stupid with the form first in hopes he didn’t give his secret away, his voice forcibly calm. ”Uicle, that plant is locked away and completely contained. It wouldn’t get out unless I let it out, Rathel assured me. Also Val put a Rune on the jar’s bottom to freeze it if it did escape.”

Khan took a breath then continued. ”Does that make you feel better? As for keeping it, it would’ve wasted Rathel’s efforts. Despite him being a demon, it didn’t sit well with me.”

Uicle snorted in disbelief as Ovak spoke. “Sure you do. And I’ll make sure that the slap is overhand rather than underhand then, Archmage. Do you know that over half of the students here have no idea who you are? You’re a myth. A figure of legend. Or, you’re an old man that sits next to Khan and looks important. To be in the student’s lives, Ovak, you need to be excessively careful with yourself. Or I will be excessively careful for you. And if that means I have to slap the idiocy out of you, well then it’s a good thing I don’t get tired or sleepy.”

Ovak merely chuckled then settled back into his chair, his head turned away and fully choosing to ignore Khan’s attempt to redirect the topic. Deep inside it troubled him however to see Khan risking himself on one path he would later regret. If the students didn’t notice it then likely it was meant to happen, through the idea of Kudd getting a new pawn was creating a sourness in his mouth he couldn’t be rid of. Through Uicle was right, Ovak couldn’t change that matter now. To do so would mean he would risk his own health and the temporary gift he was given, something very few seemed to have asked or addressed yet much to his relief.

Uicle’s head swiveled to stare at the headmaster. He continued to stare as the Esyire finished his lie, wishing for once that he had a face that could fully show his irritated disbelief. “Do not lie to me, Khan and don’t try to play dumb.” He spoke quietly, but vehemently. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. And you know damn well it’s not that murderous plant of yours. Or did you think I would forget? I know! Your masterful plot to prevent this conversation was to hope that the teacher who remembers the information all his golems give him would forget the really important piece of information your demon gave me! Brilliant!” Acidic sarcasm dripped from his tone and the gauntlet tightened on Khan’s shoulder. “Give me one good reason, aside from the fact that you’ll just have Zaad move it, if you already haven’t, to not go into your room and destroy it.”

Khan’s eyes narrowed and his spine gained a cold shiver down it. His fingers tightened on his chair arm while the gauntlet tighten on his shoulder, warning him against his earlier actions. The Esyire gritted his teeth and waited for Uicle’s acidic tone to cease. “Because we both know he won’t have made it that simple, would he? As for Zaad, I appreciate if you didn’t go forcing your soul into my demon’s minds. Likewise Rathel had no right to tell you despite his good intentions. I’ve already tried to destroy it through various mean save one: going into the Inferno to give it back to him personally.”

“And I’d appreciate it if you told us when you’re hiding something that dangerous.” Uicle retorted, glaring at the Esyire. He snorted at Khan’s words about destroying it, resisting the urge to slap him again. “Here’s a radical idea! Why don’t you give it to Rathel, and have him toss it into some dark place of the Inferno? Or, even better, toss it in the bottom of the ocean. Anything, really! Just get rid of it. I know how this works. He promises you power, promises to give you the way to save yourself and those you care about. It’s how Aarem got me and it’s how he’s going to get you unless you get rid of it.”

Khan's teeth gritted, his eyes focused on Uicle as he spoke. "And it ends right back in my desk the next day! It's got an Inferno rune on it Uicle and you really think-"

Ovak interrupted Khan immediately as he held his hand out, his face looking staring forward and looking completely calm. "I might suggest you two take this time to discuss your opinions elsewhere as you're attracting attention. This mess isn't exactly the best place to converse about such serious issues. As well as I fear Khan might try to shut himself in his office and having that chat would be extremely problematic."

The dark skinned man looked from Khan, the headmaster's head turned to the side in silence, then to Uicle. He was hoping the soul got his hint this wasn't an issue to delay with but it wouldn't the first time he was ignored. "As for Kudd, it's very hard to deny him what he wants. Just like Aarem, as you have experience to back that truth up, and completely angering a God never ends well. Khan has already defied them five times so a sixth would not be ideal."

“I’d just have a Golem break down the door.” Uicle snapped back, still glaring at Khan. He face palmed as Ovak spoke up. “Ovak, there was a reason I wasn’t saying his name. You know, so people don’t think that Khan is ready to join Kudd?” He hissed at the old mage, still not looking at Ovak. His head immediately snapped back to Ovak, however, when he heard the final sentence. “Five? What do you mean, five times?” He swiveled his head to look at Khan. “Perhaps you’d like to explain that rather than your little ‘gift.’”

Ovak smirked, his finger tapped his ears while he spoke, noting Khan’s silence. ”I’m not an idiot Uicle, but if you haven’t noticed no one has heard us despite your voices having been raised several octaves. I had to use magic,” His hand revealed Val’s hidden silence Rune from under his hand and currently glowing a deep indigo so Uicle wouldn’t immediately slap him upside the head again. “To keep any conversation between the two of you to barely a whisper. So now, if you both will please take this conversation elsewhere before you both become the death of me.”

His hand replaced the Rune back into his robe pocket then allowed the two, through he was lightly sighing at the pair and wondering when Ucile would actually trust his judgement. From his vision corner, he studied Khan’s reaction to the information he had just let slip as Uicle quickly caught on. Unlike the teacher, Ovak had known the Runes on Khan weren’t Inferno Runes. They were something much worse and a fact he survived it five times was a miracle in itself. At Uicle’s request, Ovak glanced at Khan to add one last statement. “You can explain or I can, Khan.”

The headmaster bit his lip in silence, his hands folded in his lap as he looked down at the engraving etched into his hand back. His finger stroking the rune impulsively while he paused enough to consider what Ovak had uttered and how much he should speak. It was little surprise to him that Ovak had figured out the truth about his magic, through he wondered why the Archmage chose now to speak about it. “You figured out the Runes weren’t Inferno based, didn’t you? When, how?”

“I’ve seen them before a long, long time ago. They’re not very common on Tiien so it was very strange to see not one, but five different ones on a single individual. As for when, I knew when I first saw them and you arrived at the College. Before I started to fall ill. It was a conversation the old Demonomancer master and last Rune master back while you were a student. It might explain why His first attempt didn’t work after our ‘guest’ poisoned you.”

The Necromancy teacher’s hand fell back to his side as he saw the rune, reluctantly. Uicle spoke with forced calm, evident even with him being in a suit of armor. He was furious and worried all at the same time. Unfortunately for Khan, he was more angry than worried. “Khan. I’m sure the demonstrations can carry on without us. You and I are going to have a long talk in your office, during which we’ll divulge all of our dirty little secrets to each other. Trust is built upon honesty. And no, this isn’t an optional or postponable talk. You are coming with me or we’ll have this chat right here and now.”

Khan’s shoulders fell as his hand reached for his cup, surprisingly Dragonspit, then downed it in gulp. His throat and belly burning, he gripped the top of his cane then scooted his chair backwards. It screeched a bit making him and likely Uicle flinch as he turned on heel to follow. His limb clearer than it had been in months while he tried to keep up with the suit leading the way to his office, his feet gingerly setting a pace. His hand reached for Uicle’s gauntlet which he passed back to the Necromancer along the way.