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That moment you've got too many rp ideas floating in your head, but you don't want to overwhelm yourself? Yeah... I'm right there, suffering in silence.
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RP hunting is like finding the rare toy in the cereal box. Doable, but the time and effort is nearly more than I can bare!
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I love being a terrible person by making my PCs' lives miserable, it's art form that never gets old or boring.
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Username.....Fallenreaper
Nicknames....Fallen (preferred), Reaper, Devour of lost souls, etc.
Gender..........Female
Sign...............Libra (true to sign surprisingly)
Occupation....Wandering and exploring the caves of my insane mind
Location.........USA (Lost in the Cornfields!)

Status............Stable.



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Advance RP

Create-A-Hero
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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies
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Casual RP

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising
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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age
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Here goes nothing. **coughs and clears throat, patting microphone a bit until everyone can hear her** This thing on? Good. Ahem.

Calling every HERO/WALK THE LINE character within New York area!

Alright. There’s something I actually want to do in regards with all the heroes and walk the line PCs that are within the NY area, and that’s establish brief contacts or meetings during the search for Ben during this chapter (too small to called an arc). When Ben goes wolf in two nights in a row, there’s a chance for his friends to encounter and briefly meet other PCs within the NY area during their search. Any players interested in having a brief interaction with them, state over the OoC, PM or contact me in some form to make this happen.

I figured this would make it possible for other PCs to call in aid from Ben’s pack, or individuals involved with it, to either help with their own arcs or get involved in the Pack’s chapters/arc without feeling random. So anyone interested?
Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Mar, Sansar within Yarosmere


Mar jerked and tossed with the wagon’s jarring. Her eyes closed as she propped herself against the wood side, stretching out her human legs while enjoying the humidity. Even with the additional clothing, she was enjoying the heat wrapped about her body. She didn't sweat since she was use to the arid air found within Yarsomere.

Inwardly she reflected on the fact she was home and what Ssarak purposed before they had left. She let her mind play the memory over in her head for the hundredth time since their departure.



After the conversation, her mind was left conflicted in so many ways. Namely about the Naga’s future. Ssarak was right that without help, her people would crumble and fade from existence. The more she tried to determine another alternative, the harder it was finding one.

The scenery they passed didn't help.

Mar’s eyes shifted to glimpse the scarce evidence that made the reports valid, the facts just reminding her of her race’s challenges and loss to their population. It was strange to see people were cruel to both each other and those they didn't understand.

Things only got worse when they arrived within Sansar, the capital.

Mar only tensed when they crossed the scene of the Naga burning at the stake. A male, around her brother’s age, was bound in the fashion that was most painful to watch and struggling against the impaling implications and rope as he was burned alive. At least, that’s what it appeared to the cheering crowds. In reality Mar knew the male was gone the moment they started burning him since he likely bled out. Her fingers still dug into the wood as she started to wish the Malice Naga would break loose, then destroy them all. Among the Naga, a thought like that never crossed her mind and clear evidence her association with people was starting to influence her. Mar gradually settled back into her but showed no expression of breaking down publically. She could feel nearly everyone’s eyes dart in her direction causing her to shiver then inhale.

They were expecting her to mourn, hate or worse. About the only emotional response they were right on was the fact she hated the city and wanted every citizen, man to child, to simple burn like that Naga on the stake. She closed her to push away the image seared into her mind, realizing that Ssarak might actually be right in his option and bitterly wishing differently. Hot, salty tears slide down from the sides of her eyes. They glided along her cheeks, dampening them, before dripping off into the dry air.

The wagon came to a stop just within the palace walls causing Mar’s eyes to snap open. She watched a woman hold a bowl, filled with once fresh water, out to a man the driver described with numerous titles. The one that was most fitting was the torturer of the Sand God. She snorted at the role and gritted her teeth tightly, sealing any comment under her lips. Mar was the last one off when the driver immediately took off causing her to stumble for balance. She managed to grip and steady herself against the nearest student, Summer. It was obvious, even with her armor, she was still working on her balance.

Thankfully, Yolin didn’t notice. Or chose not to expression concern over it. His hands rinsed of blood, the woman departed and vanished back into the palace, he reached out shake hands with each student. Mar’s hand was fortunately covered in a leather glove to separate her skin from touching hands she was sure had killed many of her people. Her expression seemed to easily remain blank on the outside unlike her companions. However she found it hard not to want to reach out and sink her fangs into the killer’s throat, then rip it out in one swift movement. Her upper half seemed to subtly twitch in reaction but did nothing more while he talked.

"Welcome, welcome! The Prophet begs forgiveness, but he will be busy most of the day. He bade me to show you the sights of our wonderful city, and keep you occupied with its delights until he can meet you for dinner later tonight with other guests." Mar noted his lacking attention to the key ticks of discomfort, not over eager with his next offer. "You all must be hungry, and dinner is a long ways off. Come, come! I will lead you to the marketplace, where food is a plenty. I'm sure you have many questions about the current state of affairs in Yarosemere. After all, that is why you are here! I will answer them as best I can."

Mar considered straying behind until three large, calculating guards pressed against her back and made it clear it wasn’t an offer but a subtle command. Her eyes turned back to where the carts rushed away and disappeared from sight with a slight longing. Inhaling, she strolled after the others who started to ask questions. Mar felt it was best she didn’t or risk revealing the fact she was one. It would likely cause the situation to go completely sour and put all of them into danger, something she didn’t want to happen within enemy territory.





Location: Hudson Valley, New York
Time: Afternoon (Present Day)





Shooting down the drive on a dark, starry night was our black innocuous Jeep Cherokee, carrying a driver and three passengers. Hakeem and Carmen sat in the front of the SUV while Angelo and Ben sat in the back, Carmen driving the durable machine through drives and roads and all of the sorts in the darkest of Upstate New York. After they had left the medical wing of the Agency’s New York division, Carmen and Hakeem picked up their contract, and picked up the necessary gear and munitions for their new job (and business, for analysis later). They even got their confiscated stuff back too, including their phones and weapons. In the back of the jeep was all kinds of silver ammunition, and a few new weapons, all in cases and draped over with a dark green tarp, all of it placed and concealed before Ben and Angelo got onboard the truck. Right now their destination was clear, they were all heading towards Ben’s estate.

Ben huffed as he and his escorts left the medical hospital, the instruction he received was to remain calm. They took the jeep as the boy stared out of the window. His eyes were lost in the thoughtfulness of his own mind and considered if his stepmother would note his absence. His father never did so he doubted the man could honestly care. Ben's hand folded underneath his chin and bounced with the car’s rhythm. It was a most therapeutic in a sense because the ride tended to be more interesting than the destination.

He had plenty of time to think about his future, his well thoughtful plans shattered, and the challenges that were head. He was a fool if he told himself it was going to be easy. Angelo made it clear if he fucked up, he would be gunned like a rabid in some back woodshed and that was putting it nicely. It seemed to Ben the laws concerning supernaturals associated to those of a wild nature were a bit twisted compared to Fey and others.

Hakeem, on the other hand, was sitting up at the front, looking at his smartphone, catching up on the latest news on Facebook. “Hey, Phoenix, didya hear about what’s going on in Colombia?”

Carmen turned her head briefly to Hakeem before keeping her eyes back on the road. “Yeah. Hear about that shit all of the time. Same thing. President Obama condemns his actions and yet they do nothing but give him more and more weapons. Indirectly through Israel that is.” Carmen sighed. “While I’m all for a transparent government, some of the shit they do is way too obvious. They clearly have some shit going on down there, but for now it’s none of our business.”

“Yeah, but… we can do what we did in Syria… fight alongside good guys… take down forces of true evil.” Hakeem sighed. “Just a suggestion.”

Carmen thought for a moment. “Trust me, as much as I’d love to go down there and fight with the Loyalists and the International Freedom Brigades, we kind of have our hands full with new business opportunities and shit like that. Once we get that all sorted out, and after our contract with Cracker Jack’s over, we can go down to Colombia, topple a regime, and take all of their shit. Sound cool?”

Hakeem nodded. “Aye aye, Captain.”

The newly turned werewolf merely sat there thinking for the rest of the trip.

Remaining in the backseat with Ben was Angelo, his relaxed demeanor shining through as he sat with crossed arms, leaning back against the seat. He didn’t much care or find any interest concerning the world’s less supernatural issues, like the ordeals taking place in Colombia. In truth, mutants could very well be involved but even so, Angelo’s responsibilities laid with Ben more so than anyone else. A glorified babysitter? That might be the case, but without this position, people could die. “Turn left here, loves.” Angelo instructed, giving the two directions as they drove.

Turning his attention to Ben, Angelo understood fully why the kid was being grumpy. His life had been turned upside down and it was nothing one could blame him for. Leaving it for now, Angelo wasn’t going to pressure the boy. He needed some space and time to let this all settle.

Soon enough, Carmen turned left onto a private drive, leading to Ben’s estate. A short drive through the woods that didn’t feel creepy at all, before arriving at the large mansion surrounded by fields, that was surrounded by forests. There was a large driveway/parking area in front of the estate, and there were no vehicles there as of now. Driving up to the area, Carmen turned the SUV into the driveway, and parked the jeep in front of the estate.

Shifting the Cherokee into park and taking the keys out from the ignition, Carmen looked to the two via rearview mirror. “We’re here, amigos!” She said with a soft smile. “Welcome home, Cracker Jack.” She looked to the mansion. “Nice place, by the way.” She said.

Ben rolled his eyes then replied. “Will you stop calling me that. It’s Benjamin or Reeves if you can’t pronounce it!”

Carmen rolled her eyes, forgetting that Ben was still in his generic white emo state as she took off her seat belt.

The boy’s hand undid the door then pushed it out, exiting the jeep. His shoes crunched on the gravel while he slammed it behind him and adjusted the bag holding his ruined suit in his other hand. He paused on the way toward the house, his ears catching something directed at him.

Hakeem turned to Ben and Angelo. “Any house rules before we head in?” Hakeem asked. “Just asking out of respect, of course.”

“Take your shoes off.” Angelo spoke with a wink as he stepped out of the car, sliding his fingers through his hair to move the bangs from place.

“Yeah, I don’t want Emma having to clean up more than she already does. Also, the space in the second floor is where we’ll be staying. There’s a second bedroom on the right with a bathroom for Angelo and a loft where you two can crash. I barely have anything in there as I tend to donate or get rid of anything I don’t use. “ Ben explained.

“That’s really sweet of you.” Angelo returned, turning to look at Ben for a moment with a sly wink. “Most kids your age tend to be glued to their stuff. You’re full of surprises.” He continued, starting towards the house before promptly halting and waited for the rest to catch up. He might have sounded condescending in the way he spoke, but in truth, Angelo was in fact surprised to know that Ben had a softer side to him. His files and his personality had not pointed in such a direction, so to see a fraction of kindness within that heart was a breath of fresh air. Considering what he had gone through, it all made sense though. Rich or not, he was about as loved as a tool brought out of the closet to shine his father’s shoes from time to time. It was no life for a kid, especially not one like Ben. Right now, he’d need all the understanding and closeness he could get, no matter how much he denied it. After all, things could never be easy, could they?

“Most people my age are idiots. Personally, I find it pointless to keep it if I'm not going to use it.” Ben shrugged off Angelo’s wink the followed, his figure reaching the door shortly before Hakeem and the mouthy woman.

Soon enough, Hakeem and Carmen climbed out from the jeep as well, Carmen taking the keys and locking the doors once she got out. Carmen walked around to meet Hakeem and follow the others, before Hakeem signalled to Angelo.

“Hey, you guys go on ahead. We’ll catch up.” Hakeem said, gesturing for the others to keep going.

“Don’t go sightseeing for too long.” Angelo returned, placing his hand on the doorknob.

Hakeem turned to Carmen and saw her confused look. “We gotta arm up, remember? Besides, I have a present for you.”

“Ah… right.” Carmen nodded with a soft smirk on her face, walking up to the back of the Cherokee and opening up the back. Once she did, she pulled the tarp out from the vehicle, revealing a whole cache of gun cases and ammo boxes. “Damn, you loaded this thing up! No wonder why it felt so heavy!” She chuckled.

“Had to… uh… borrow a few things from the Agency’s armory. Nothing that.. Uh… what’s his face… Angelo can’t replicate.” Hakeem said. “But that’s not the best part… look what I got for you…” He said with an anticipated smile, pulling out a gun case from the back of the truck, bringing it up to the tailgate and unlocking the case. “Go ahead, open it up, hevale.” He winked.

“Hevale? That’s Kurdish, not Arabic.” Carmen chuckled before opening the gun case, revealing a Mosin Nagant Carbine, complete with ammo pouches and a cleaning kit. It also came with a strap as well. “Wow… is this the same Nagant that I used in Syria?”

“I promised that I’ll give that back to you.” Hakeem said with a knowing smile.

Carmen looked to Hakeem and sighed. “Dude, you promised to return me the 1911, not the Nagant.”

Hakeem thought about that before stepping back. “Ahh, fuck! That’s right… dammit! So much for that!”

Carmen chuckled. “It’s all cool, hermano. I still appreciate the gift nonetheless. Damn good rifle.” She smiled, picking up the rifle, and checking it.

“The rifle’s chambered in both silver and normal rounds, first one normal and the next silver.” Hakeem explained before taking out the ammo pouches. “Right silver, left normal. They come in stripper clips.” He handed the ammo pouches to Carmen before pointing to the large ammo boxes at the back of the truck. “They are filled with the Com-Block ammunition that the gun fires, the green one normal and the grey one silver. The rest of the ammunition are .45 ACP and 5.56 NATO for our handguns, Kriss Vectors and the automatic rifles I picked up.” Hakeem explained.

Before Hakeem could speak anymore, Carmen gave Hakeem a hug. “Thanks Hermano, I really mean that.” She said with a soft smile, blushing a little. Hakeem blushed just a little himself, but he accepted it. After the hug, she let go of him. “Never thought I’d see this thing again, really.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, me neither.” Hakeem chuckled a little, just slightly sheepish. “Okay, let’s hurry up before they arm the house.” He said, putting on his tactical vest, taking his slung Kriss Vector and slinging it on his back. “Remember, that thing is loud, so don’t go off shooting that thing too much!”




Ben and Angelo were upstairs when Hakeem and Carmen joined them, the younger boy pointed to the wood finished door leading to the loft. “There’s your room. There’s a few things in there but you can move them to the gym or media room if you need to. We’ll move the futon in there afterwards.”

Carmen and Hakeem nodded to Ben, having arrived, fully outfitted. At that point, they had duffle bags of stuff they could use for the stay, including electronics, ammo and some other important gear. Once they arrived at the loft, they settled in, putting their stuff underneath some chairs and by some couches. “Nice place.” Hakeem noted before heading with Carmen to explore and make note of useful places.

Ben patted his seat, indicating the futon he was plopped down on, then pulled out his suit to examine. His heart jumped into his throat to see the damage done. It ripped down to skin easily and if he didn't know better, he might've assumed he was sliced with one of Freddy Krueger's bladed hands.

Moving towards the window, Angelo allowed his eyes to trail the backyard, his hands casually resting against his hips. An occupational hazard would have been a decent description but currently, it was reasonable enough to always keep his eyes out, even in the safety of Ben’s mansion. There was after all a werewolf out there with a taste for teenager. “All things considered…” Angelo began, his focus remaining on the exterior. “How are you holding up?” The Agent spoke, eventually turning to look at Ben who was examining the shredded suit he had been wearing before the attack.

“Really? Obviously not great. It's about as bad as having cancer, which I rather have at this point, and being helpless to solve it. Ben jerked down his hands, shoving the suit down onto the floor. His hands curled into his hair as he felt like ripping it out. This emotional shit wasn't something he was used to because he tried to make himself numb to everything and now… He couldn't.

“Hey…” Angelo spoke up again, approaching Ben before he leaned against the side of the futon. “The attitude aside, you’re a good kid. We’re here for you, alright? Don’t keep stuff inside if something happens. You’ve gone through some shit, and not to sound too corny, but fuckups will probably happen and that’s alright. Just tell me when it does.” Angelo finished, looking to the door before he started towards the hall. You probably want some alone time. Hit me up if you need anything.”“ He finished.

“With Ms. Inquisitor in the loft? You're joking, right?” Benjamin stated as he propped up, bending down a moment to seize his stuff. “The odds of that happening are zilch. Though what type of pie do you want? I'm ordering pizza so Emma doesn't have to cook.”

“I’m the one in charge here, Ben, not them. They won’t go doing anything rash, they’re professional enough to follow orders. Give them the benefit of a doubt.” Angelo returned, his voice casual rather than stern. “Oh? Heh, alright. I’ll have Hawaiian, normal crust.” The Agent finished, opening the door before turning to look at Ben again. “Anything else before I go and crash?”

"Pepperoni for me, and a supreme for Magnum!" Carmen called out from downstairs, having heard the conversation with her enhanced senses. "And Angelo's right, just holler if you need us, kay, Cracker Jack? Hehe!" She chuckled before walking further down the halls.

Ben jumped when Carmen shouted from practically behind him. His head jerked to glare at the Hispanic woman and watched the pair heading down stairs, their figures vanished from sight. His attention returned to Angelo when he heard the footsteps fade.

“Nah, I figure while I wait for the order, I can figure out how to explain my recent absence since the party. Daniel won't notice I'm gone, he never does or really cares. Lorrie, however, is another story and will likely keep a tight leash on my activities in the future.” Ben stated with a sour tone, his expression displaying his hatred of the situation. “Through… don't get use to this you Hawiian freeloader.”

“Promise not to.” Angelo winked, stepping out of the room. “But I don’t know, I’ve always liked mansions. They’re cozy.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Seriously though, anytime you need anything, I’m just down the hall.” Back to the old, easy going person Angelo had displayed the first time they met, he offered Ben a playful wave before starting down the hall and opened the door into his own room. It was simple, and it worked well. One could clearly tell that it was a room based within a mansion, given its more elegant style, but it was obvious that people didn’t use this room often. A guest room? Yes, such was probably the case.

Checking his gun and equipment as if a reflexive action, Angelo finally lowered his guard and dropped down on the bed with a deep yawn. “Here we go again. Hope this will slide by without complications.” He spoke to himself, rubbing his eyes.
@icmasticc@Ganryu@ExhaustinAustin@Kibaro@Darked13@Fallenreaper@Sage

Are all of you still around? This is a check in before I decide how to move along. I get the distinct impression that having meetings isn't really drawing characters together in the way I had intended it to. I'm either going to consider a natural way to introduce a measure of action into the picture, or I may waive the "main plot," as we know it, but leave it in place so as to allow people to somewhat sandbox things as pointing people in the right direction and then trying to guide does not appear to be working as I wanted it to.


I’m still around myself. Currently, I’m merely stuck in place because I’m waiting for Rumples to get Rico approved and we can post the collab up, giving Charles a reason to arrive there. Other than that, I can’t really do anything else until that happens and that was the only way I could actually get him involved in a short period.

So this goes one of three ways.

1.) I find a way to introduce a measure of action as mentioned and so kick start the plot and hopefully people's enthusiasm.
2.) We reboot, you can keep your characters as you wish, but the RP will be more sandboxy in nature and I may create a few NPCs unrelated to the forming rebellion, or PART OF said rebellion and thus disturbing the formerly peaceful lives of the characters.
3.) Ya'll supply ideas you think would draw you in and make you want to post/interact more and I enact those with some help from the GMs or work them into a reboot.


I honestly think reboot should be a last option. I like the combination of 1 and 3, mostly because you could take whatever ideas the players have, then combine them with a measure of action to draw people in. I worked out a way for Charles to get involved, but however I would like to see more than just one source to be a conflict and drive to continue. Also additional stuff that could be shown through IC conflicts with the PCs are sprouting in my head.

Location: ChinaTown, Lost Haven in Maine
Time of Day: Night Time (Somewhere between 11 pm- 1 am)


Nothing pissed Rach off more than having her stupidity get the better of her. Silently, she already berated herself and cursed over her earlier risk by the time she escaped the light. Now those actions that likely would make her pay in the future because her desire for answers drove her to acting before thinking. There wasn’t anything she could do save for wait for the incoming damage to reach its peak. She would deal with it when it came, and not before.

A liquid silver moved across her face. It drowned her features, hiding them underneath, then formed a monstrous shape. In a few moments, it solidified into something Rach hoped would encourage intimidation over Cowl’s thugs and assist her in finding what she was looking for. A small part of her doubted it would’ve been super effective through but she still kept it.

Drawing near the end of the alleyway, Rach peered out to see exactly where she was. ChinaTown. Most the vendors were tucked into the alley sides and packed tightly together, conserving space, and closed for the night. The activity she might’ve seen in the daylight avoided the scene surprisingly as she edged farther out into the walkway. A red, chinese symbol marked a nearby wall space causing her to pause long enough to memorize it easily. Her gut stirred uneasily, assuming it was some gang marker for territory, but dwelling on the fact she knew nothing would not help her. However, she knew one thing: she was lost. Inwardly groaning at her decision to shut off all ‘enhanced’ abilities, she quickly resume moving through the streets.

Last thing she needed was to be caught out in the open. She had hoped to wound up in Sherman Square after she arrive, her experience sneaking out of the forge being a difficult one to muscle through, and not wanting Gabriel to try to talk ‘sense’ into her about her decision. It would’ve ended with her fist finding a target in his face then still plow through his defenses. Rach hoped she would’ve discovered any information over Cowl before anyone found her. Especially Odette or her companion. Her fist tightened when she recalled the man’s attempt to rip her confidence into pieces, using what he knew of her against her and drained her confidence in herself.

She hated manipulation above everything else because while she could resist it, wounds were still made. They just failed to be on the outside. Inhaling and letting her breath out, leaving no misty breath at all, she pushed her fisted hands into her jean pockets. Her hips held that little defiant swagger she adopted since she became a teenager. With her face hidden, she gradually let her worry drift away.

Interesting enough, Racheli always enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the night scene. Too bad it was immediately ruined by her least favorite voice breaking her peace.

‘You realize your task is pointless, right?’ Michael materialized too far into her comfort zone, his feet matching her pace easily. He wore her father’s camouflage coat, jeans, and heavy boots which meant he was clearly mocking her current mission in a subtle way. His hands slipped into his pockets and kept up easily, his eyes narrowed on her with an expectation she would answer him back. Instead she merely remained silence in her walk. He sighed, feigning annoyance, then pushed ahead of her.

His figure whipped into her path causing Rach to stop dead in her tracks on instinct. She glared at him through the mask, the darkness in them slithered to create two way gaps and reveal her hardened eyes. There was heat in her irises focusing on him causing the virus to smile innocently. He spoke gently to soothe her irritation, riling up higher instead. ‘What are you hoping to do? You won’t find what you’re looking for and worst yet, you revealed the fact you were in town. Gabriel will certainly enjoy that fact after all the trouble he went through to hid you in the first place.’

“Shut up and leave me the fuck alone.”

’You know that’s impossible?’

“Just go back to your damn little corner of my mind and stay there. I’m fine without you.” Rach huffed, her figure started to move around the hallucination and continue on.

Michael wasn’t done however and shifted with her, still blocking her escape. ‘Ah, I’m not finished. If that was an example of your methods, we’ll be found before you learn anything…’

Racheli didn’t say anything.

What could she say that would make this situation any better? The question rumbled through her thoughts, drawing her anger and hatred to the surface. Red clouded over her vision as it swirled in front of her like a red flag, baiting her to react. Her fist tighten at her side, vaguely aware it had managed to slip from her pocket, as she narrowed her eyes upon him. As much as she hated the virus, she couldn’t deny she had fucked up royally. The reality seemed to build up causing her chest to subtly heave and briefly her arm twitched in reaction. It stopped just a moment before actually tossing the punch, her foot stepping back then pushing past.

Michael watched, eyed her carefully, but said nothing farther. However, a smirk crossed his face at her display. ”You’re going to make me to try harder, aren’t you Racheli?”

Casually, the mental illusion wavered then vanished completely from sight.
@Dervish: I'm curious to know when we're going to wrap this mission btw. I'm having fun, but it would good to know when we're getting close to the end and move onto other stuff like loyalty or other missions. We can only mess around the jungle and stuff for so much after all, though our group could likely make it last a long time. XD
Alright, all those in the Nox mission you have one post to get ready before I sick something on you. Stick together and fight alongside each other and you'll make it out alive.
Nox Alignment Ceremony

@Rtron,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna
~~~***Several Weeks Later***~~~


The winding, twisted roads to Craigville were nothing but wrong indentions in the land. Along the weeks’ journey, the drivers were often found bickering among themselves over the path to take and continually disliked Craig’s insistence over one key route. They obviously annoyed by their destination, their eyes always flickering from one direction to the other even when the wagons stopped for breaks. The supplies lasted them well despite the strict rationing. Among the group were donors for the Vampires, volunteers who agreed to brave the trip to ensure the undead students didn’t starve and attack the others for their needs. Many were protected from becoming infected by the very virus thanks to a specialized herb, which sometimes failed, but the process was difficult for some.

Gradually the scene turned from sunny and crisp winter to bleak, and dark overcast, adding to the grim mood of the current class. The only positive thing about the abrupt change was that the wagon covers were no longer needed to protect the vampiric students. Traveling through the route leading to Craigville, students watched the landscape twist then become corrupted in the worst way. Few villages laid within this path showing how much damage had occurred to the residents. Many had moved on while those brave souls that remained showed the burden from toiling the land, their hands blistered but little gain was made after the labor. It was as if the land wanted to suck the very life blood out of them and leave nothing behind.

Eventually, the wagons grinded to a stop. The drivers moved off their seats and hollered for everyone to dismount, their arm reaching for the pre made packs then passed them off to three students. These students then passed them to each individual and made everyone had the right one. Within each pack was a few days worth of food, spare clothes, weapons, herb kit, and any other belongings unique to their role. Volunteers also had a rune specialized to hang around the neck and designed for sensing Nox creatures. When everyone was set, the drivers hopped back into their wagons and veered their animals about to trot back to the last ranch house for about a few days.

Craig explained the volunteers their task again, reminding Athalus he was to stick with the students, during their travel to the town. “Alright, your task as Volunteers is to keep the area we’re working in clear of monsters. I can only multitask so much and my main focus will be on the students. The weapons and runes should help you to kill the Nox creatures, but never stray from the group.”

He shifted his attention to his group like a shepherd over his flock. “Cragiville is cursed and it’s people, once normal and healthy, are nothing short of ghost of their former selves. Ghouls. They will devour fresh meat when they can get it so always be aware and on alert.”

They just started entering the town’s edge when afternoon crept.

Craig directed his class how to set up for the alignment ceremony. A small setting of strange objects were set in the center of a pentagram circle where the students would sit within and brace for what was to come. At the heart, were Craig would sit, were a bottle of animal blood, herbs, fire petals, and several unlighted black candles waiting for a flame. The volunteers were told to scout a few feet from the circle and prevent any nox creatures from interrupting the ceremony or several lives could be lost.
HEY YOU TRADITIONAL CAPE TYPES WHO AREN'T ALL MAGICAL AND LOWKEY AND STUFF!

Ded pointed out that maybe not everyone notices. But Parasite killed off what is essentially the Incredibles/ a retired Fantastic four. He straight up ate 2 retired superheroes. For those with more traditional heroes, this should at the very least register and be mentioned. Especially since these hereoes were the beloved since the 80's kind.


I would but honestly, Rach is neither a traditional Hero (hell she only don the code name to hide out and became a hero recently) or knowledgeable in the area and Ben isn't in the state really. :P





Location: New York City, Agency of Paranormal and Meta Human Containment (Medical Area)
Time: Morning (Present Day)




After watching Ben, Angelo and some other guy for a while, Carmen and Hakeem started leaning back and forth in boredom, having waited a while for something to happen. The two were still donning their standard jackets, and while they didn't have their weapons or communication equipment on them as of now, they plan on getting all of that back once they walk out of the door. They were recently briefed on the existence of the Supernatural and Metahumans, as well as the communities and threats and what to do and yada yada yada. Now they are contracted to work as Ben's security detail, and are waiting for him outside of his hospital room.

"Jesus... this Ben asshole's taking forever to wake up." Hakeem chuckled a little, looking to Ben as he was still asleep at the moment. "Do you think we should go in there and see what's up? Talk to these two guys?"

Carmen shook her head. "Nah, I feel like I might be disturbing a prayer or something." She said. "You could always browse some memes on Facebook or something..."

"They siezed our phones." Hakeem looked to Carmen, annoyed.

Carmen sighed. "Oh yeah... right." She groaned. "Forgot about that..."

Hakeem stretched a little. "Uuahh... ng... yeah, I just hope that whatever the hell happens, this is just easy money for us... but something tells me that things are only gonna get a whole lot more difficult from here."

"What makes you say that?" Carmen asked.

Hakeem looks around, gesturing to their surroundings and environment. "Look at this shit... I mean, this is like... top secret shit. Like... I don't even think that the fucking POTUS could see any of this shit." He chuckled. "If he's in there and we're working his security detail, that means there's something else going on as well."

Carmen shook her head. "Amigo, I understand your concern, but I honestly don't think that they'd hire us to do any work for them if anything's that serious. Just chill out, we can get a joint or two on the job." She said, relaxed.

Hakeem shrugged. "Fine, if you say so..." He looked back into the glass. "Oh, hey, looks like he's up..."

Once Ben started to storm off from Angelo and the other guy towards the door, declaring that this was all just a prank, Carmen and Hakeem would both sigh in unison. "Boy is he in for a surprise..." Carmen said. "He was definitely bitten, and there were definitely werewolves when we arrived in that alley... Popped a cap in the werewolve's dumbass skull... man that was the scariest shit..."

”Joking?” Angelo chuckled softly, shaking his head as his gaze remained upon the teenager. It wasn’t hard to see how reason compelled him to deny their words, as outlandish as they seemed. Turning to a more serious note however, quite out of character for Angelo, the young man took an assertive step onward to stand between Ben and the door. As he leaned against the frame, the Agent offered a soft sigh, his eyes lingering upon the shaken and visibly annoyed young teen, his life in for a rumbling change. “It’s no joke.” Angelo spoke, his tone darker than before.

"Tch," Ben scoffed off the statement. He was ignoring the serious of the tone and having seen several methodist actors in his time, his expression darkened in moodiness. It didn't help that Angelo was, strangely, in better shape than him and moved much quicker. His instinct tingled in unease over the bizzare fact but pushed it aside. " "Werewolves are pure fiction. Things in books made by people who don't like reality fucking works and want to expression their vision of how it should work. Now, move before I press charges."

“It’s true, Ben.” Adrian pitched in, remaining behind Benjamin as to not overwhelm him. “I healed you.” One supernatural explanation on top of another was perhaps not the best course of action, but there was little else they could do. The truth did after all ring with a supernatural bell. “My ability is to heal wounds with a touch, like Angelo is able to replicate what he touches. A friend of ours is in fact a Vampire and another we know is indeed a Fairy. I understand how unreasonable and outlandish all of this sounds, believe me.” Adrian continued, speaking with a low and pleasant tone, his voice quite melodic to tired and sensitive ears. “It is our duty to care for you now, Benjamin.”

"No, I'm fine. This is crazy and honestly has gone on long enough." Ben's mood was turning more sour than it had been since he woke up, something caused by the fact he was feeling trapped. He didn't like this, especially as it was purely something out of fiction and could never happen. Being made a fool was the least pleasant things on his list of wants, his eyes flipping between what he viewed to be two hired actors trying to trick him. His knuckles whiten upon his current support known as the railing on his bed. "FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!"

Ben's voice practically yelled at the two, his other hand coming around to steady his already wobbly balance.

“You don’t want it to be true, we get it.” Angelo shrugged. “Shit happens, and we deal with it as it does. The truth is, you got bit by a werewolf.” Reaching into his pocket, Angelo produced an iPhone which he’d proceed to hold in front of Benjamin. Moments later, the Agent twirled the phone between his fingers and three replicas of the device appeared in a fluid motion, one after the other, in a rapid series after the original. “It’s no joke.” Angelo finished, turning his attention to Adrian. “Show him.”

Ben looked about to explode again when he spotted Angelo replicate an iphone. For several moments he thought he was still under the effects of whatever they had given him and merely did something explanational. His mind was racing for some plausible and logical reason he would be seeing what the boy wanted him to. However, what he had were thin at best. His eyes turned ot Adrian when Angelo mentioned about 'Show him' causing a concernn to flicker briefly over his expression.

“Alright.” Opening a cupboard within the medical room, Adrian produced a scalpel which he carefully wrapped his fingers around, feeling its cold steel against his skin. “Do not be alarmed, Benjamin. This is merely to prove that I have in fact healed your wounds.” The doctor spoke, tracing the razor sharp edge against his palm to open a bleeding wound, a wound which would heal and vanish without a trace as fast as it arrived.

Without thinking about the weakness in his body, Ben jerked forward to stop Adrian from slicing himself. "Don't..."

His hand let go just as his sentence cut off, his eyes widen by the sudden display of Adrian's healing abilty. It made Ben's mind pause then stall. He wasn't able to explain how that was possible while the blood leaked out but the skin mended back to its original form, his legs unable to hold himself upright for long. They crumbled underneath him. His arm reached up to touch where the bite had happened, the realization that his little bite might happened after all.

"Woah, shit... they do have powers too." Carmen gasped, a little amazed at this display. "Damn, I might have this Angelo guy... uh... replicate a shit ton of weapons and diamonds. Damn, he could make us a lot of money!" Carmen nearly squeed, excited before looking at Adrian's healing ability. "Wow, not bad..." She smiled a little before turning to Hakeem. "Looks like we're actually among friends, huh?"

"Yeah..." Hakeem nodded with a smile, a little mesmerized. "I hope they don't think our powers are boring is all I'm worried about." He said with a soft smirk.

"Eh, don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure we'll get along." She looked to Angelo, gesturing towards him. "Eclipse on the other hand would probably have a field day with this motherfucka." She smirked.

Seeing how the boy was about to meet the floor once more, Angelo sped forth and made sure to catch him before such came to pass, helping him once more unto the bed. “Ben.” Angelo spoke, placing his hands upon the young man’s hips, peering down at Ben. “It’s a lot to take in. Don’t rush it.”

Ben was shaking but not by choice. He barely felt Angelo's arms wrap about his torso then haul his ass upon the bed, his skeleton feeling like the only thing propping him upright and sank to cradling his head with his hands. His stomach turned and tossed in his middle, bring sickness to spread across his system. However he couldn't throw up to get it out. "This isn't happening. It's not real, no."

“Sorry for scaring you.” Adrian spoke apologetically, offering Benjamin a soft smile as he approached the side of the bed. “Angelo is blunt and lacks much empathy, but having lived for over two hundred years does that to you.”

“Why thank you.” The middle easterner grinned at Adrian with a wink. “Anyways…” He continued. “Eventually, you’ll need to accept reality for how messed up it actually is. Vampires are real, werewolves are real, magic is real, powers are real. Zombies are real.” The agent finished the sentence with a slight frown at the last few words. “Met them, not fun. Either way, you’re in it. You can live as normal a life as a werewolf can have, but the first few months, maybe years, we’re going to have to look after you.”

"You're expecting me to accept things that are suppose to exist in books. I'm not even sure that I'm not on something that's causing me to see what you just did. I don't want to believe it. This is worst than telling someone they have cancer, which I honestly rather have at this point." Ben said, not realizing his words were hinting to him beyond fully accepting his human ignorance over the subject.

“Few people can handle the guilt of what they do when turned into their beast form. They lose their mind, and they prey on the innocent. When knowledge of this reaches them, it’s too much to handle. Many wolves take their own lives because of it.” Adrian informed without censoring the facts. “That’s why we’re here, Benjamin. Please, do not push us away. We are here to help you.”

"Help? I don't need help. I need to be normal." Ben snapped, his eyes narrowed on Adrian as if blaming him for his role in this and the cause of his condition.

Carmen and Hakeem watched from the window and listened in on the conversation as it happened. They looked to each other periodically as things heated up, debating on whether or not to go inside and step in on things.

"Should we go inside? Things are looking-" Hakeem was interrupted as he heard his partner walk right through the door. "Wait, Phoenix!"

Carmen stepped into the room and pointed straight at Ben. "Listen here, Cracker Jack, I don't like this shit any more than you do, okay? Just an hour ago I had all of this given to me too, and laid up all upon me, and just a little bit longer ago, I fucking shot the asshole who bit you, and he didn't even go down!" She shouted at Ben. "So before you start acting like a fucking generic white boy from every fucking superhero movie I ever did fucking see, I think you should be thanking us for taking you here, because otherwise you would've been one of those hairy motherfuckers and you would've died a whole lot sooner and a virgin as well!" Carmen sighed. "Jesus fucking..." She facepalmed. "Listen, if you keep acting like a fucking bitch, I'm gonna fucking beat you and your shit until you get your head screwed on right." She looked to Ben angrily, stepping close to him. "Do I make myself clear?"

Ben found a growl immediately escape his throat when Carmen ripped into him. It was stranger than a human's as it sounded more feral and canine than he expected it to. If he didn't know better, he would've thought it came from a dog nearby instead of him. For a brief moment his eyes flickered blue then faded. "You don't know shit about me and I don't give a damn if you feel that makes you entitled to think you can judge how I chose to act."

While Carmen made her speech, Hakeem stepped in as well and sighed, knowing that he was too late to stop her. He looked up and apologetically at Ben.

"Well right now you're acting like a little bitch and it's just making it difficult for all of us who are trying to help your scrawny little ass." Carmen said, pointing at him briefly. "But if you wanna die a hairy ass virgin, be my fucking guest." She said, raising her hands and leaving the room. "Fucking pendejo, I swear to god..."

Ben ignored Hakeem, his eyes focused on Carmen. Feeling the anger fill him with strength, his figure edged off the bed and faced the loud mouth whore standing before him. He could only see red, a fact he brushed off, then started to move past Carmen. "Leave me the hell alone."

“Fucking hell…” Angelo sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Would you all chill?”

“There is no need to get riled up.” Adrian tried, looking at the group now gathering in the room.

“Adrian.” Angelo continued, turning his attention to the doctor. “Why did we hire these guys?” The agent motioned to the mercs besides him.

“They are hired muscle, Angelo.” Adrian responded.

“Ah.” The agent nodded, rubbing his chin. “Yeah, it shows. That’s where the brains end.” Shrugging his shoulder with another sigh, Angelo crossed his arms and looked at the group with a clear sign of annoyance on his face. “Okay, seriously. As much as I sport a ‘no bullshit’ personality, we know how to treat these situations and it’s not like that.” Angelo’s eyes fixed themselves on Carmen. “I get it. You’re army, right? Hardened, been through a lot, whatever. Honey, you’re about as experienced as a schoolgirl in my line of work so take a step back and chill, will you? The kid’s gotten his world turned upside down. He probably woke up this morning thinking that he’d lay in bed, playing Playstation right about now. Give the kid a break, yeah?”

“Aggression will get us nowhere…” Adrian pitched in silently, remaining next to Ben as he placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Carmen looked to Angelo once he spoke, her enhanced hearing picking up Angelo's comment on where their brains end. "Hey, I heard that!" Once he spoke to both her and Hakeem, she listened for a few seconds.

Hakeem piped in. "I'm sorry, I tried to let you guys handle this, but she-"

"Shut the fuck up." Carmen interrupted. She then looked back to Angelo, and she raised her finger to retort, but she then lowered it as he spoke. She actually considered his words, and she nodded softly. "Copy that." She said softly. She still wore a scowl, but she was cooling down. With a slight gesture with her head, both she and Hakeem left the room, vanishing almost as quickly as they came.

"Don't. It's not going to make it go away, and I can do this myself. I've been doing things myself for years and I don't need anyone. I just don't.. I don't." Ben pushed away Adrian's hand, his tone starting off angry and pissed then gradually slipped into a calm state. It was like his mood had swing from angry to calm, sad to furious, and so many ways that he had begun to doubt he could actually control this. He wanted to be stubborn and try on his own. Something deeper inside seemed to whimper in warning against it causing him to stop in his tracks.

“I am going to say the same to you, kid.” Angelo turned his attention back to Ben after Carmen and Hakeem left the room. “You’re about as experienced as babe when it comes to this. You have no idea what’s happening to you, you don’t know anything about the virus in your system and you have no clue what’s going to happen with your emotional outbursts.” The agent continued, once again leaning against the windowed wall with a casual demeanor. “Acting tough and trying to convince us that you can brave through this will get you nowhere. Just like Rambo over there, I know you’re capapble.” Angelo motioned to the door for a moment. “You’re a strong kid, won’t take that away from you. So are they. It’s why we hired them. Though, neither you nor them can handle this on your own.”

“We’ll give you your space, of course. Though we can’t let you out of our sight for long, Benjamin.” Adrian spoke softly, placing his hands together as he finally approached Angelo’s side.

“If we give in to your assumption that a bad past will have hardened you enough to deal with this, people will die. You can either warm up to us in time, or you can hate the lot of us but the truth is, we’re not going to let you deal with this on your own.” The agent narrowed his eyes as they lingered upon Ben. “A lot of lives are at stake, including yours. As capable as I know you are Ben, I’ve read your files, you can’t combat a virus with will force, stubbornness or experience. It’s beyond your control.” He finished, taking a step forward before dropping down on a chair he pulled out, now sitting face to face with Ben. “It would be beyond mine as well, and Adrian’s. We would all need help with this. There are no exceptions. You're strong. No one will take that away from you, but you’re walking into dangers you have no knowledge or control over. That's why you need us.”

Ben's face scowled at Angelo as he inhaled, feeling the anger pulsing under the surface. He was usually more controlled than this. That's how he moved through life, but something was happening and it scared him. "Why do you want to bother? You don't gain anything from I can see and I don't even know what the fuck is going to happen. I only have the faintest idea and that's from other's imagination! What sort of guideline is that?"

”What we gain…” Angelo began. ”Is your safety, as well as others’. This is our job, Ben. We take care of good guys, and we neutralize bad guys, all within the supernatural and inhuman spectrum.” The agent finished, leaning back on his chair. “Luckily for you, we know what’s going to happen. Firstly, we’ll help you through the changes the virus is putting you through. After that, we’ll teach you how to control your werewolf powers. After that? Well, after we know that you’re stable and able to handle yourself, you can do whatever you want. We’ll keep in contact with you to check in from time to time and see how you’re doing, and you’ll have a direct link to us in case you need help.” Angelo finished, nodding his head slightly. "You feel lost and unable to control your emotions right about now, which is normal, all things considered. Just take a breath, and rest up. We'll be here for any questions you might have."

"Fine." Ben said grudgely, his emotional state feeling exhausted from the rollercoaster he was currently on. He just wanted off but it seemed unlikely to ever happen. He crawled back into the bed, then plopped over while looking at Angelo. "Though just call me Benjamin and mind telling me what to expect at least?"

Carmen and Hakeem stepped out into the hallway, to which Carmen sighed heavily. Hakeem looked to Carmen. "See... this is kind of why we don't try to step in on things like this. We just let it happen, and help when we can, okay?" Hakeem said, leaning against the window.

"I know, it's just that I wanted his ass to fall in line. Obviously I only made things worse." Carmen shrugged. "Oh well. Maybe if we had our phones we would've been none the wiser." She said with a soft chuckle.

Hakeem rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Right." He said. "I guess we wait until they get their shit together..."

"Yeah, that ain't gonna be in forever since Cracker Jack wants to be a stubborn jackass." Carmen said. "I guess we can see what else we can do."

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