hagroden

Riverdale High

Eq'
He rubbed his head, groaning a bit before he look up at the voice asking about his state of well being. When he saw him, he nearly collapsed. Fuck... He's hot. he thought to himself, feeling a vat of anxiety begin to boil over in his stomach. He hated when that happened, everytime he saw someone he had a crush on it would happen, some people got butterflys, other people got nervous, he nearly fell into panic attacks. Fucking lovely.

Reaching up, he too the hand shakily, it was so small next to his, and as he stood he saw that wasn't the only size difference. The boy stood at around the height of his chest, and was tiny in comparison to Eq's muscular form. He looked away from the young man, trying to swallow down the panic that was slowly boiling over in his stomach.

"Thanks."
He said softly, reaching up with his arm and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Riverdale High

Am I good to post in reply, or should I wait for everybody else to get one in first?

Riverdale High

*VIOLENTLY SHIPS LUKA AND EQ'*

The Omega Project

Oh, alright.

Life in a foster home.

You're only accepting one other person?

The Omega Project

He has moral guidelines and rules to level the playing field, like in all his hacks he leaves loopholes and breadcrumbs to shut him down or trace him, same goes with his Nano Machines. He has rules.

Rose Plague

Micah
He sat down, chuckling softly, gesturing for him to do so as well by patting the ground next to him. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he offered one to him, setting the open pack on the ground, he lit one up for himself and began t puff on it. After a few moments, he blew out a lungful of smoke and replied.
"I'm older than I am."
He said soberly, looking at the ground between his legs and shuffling the dirt around with his feet. His thoughts shifted to some of the fucked up shit he'd seen in his travels, men women and children hanging from lampposts, thousands of the undead simply wandering around, and the bodies of his friends, with their blood on his hands.

Rose Plague

Micah J. Stubbe
Stepping forward, he shook the mans hand before replying.
"No, and My Name is Micah Stubbe, and I've picked up from your girlfriend, damn good catch by the way, that your name is Marcus?"
He asked, his eyes on the young woman, before looking back and meeting his. The cigarette had nearly burnt out, so he dropped it with his mouth, stepping on it and twisting, custom to his ritual of putting out cigarettes. Watching the man roll up his sleeves, he did the same, revealing full arms of a collage of tattoos, but no blisters or even scars. After he was sure the man had a good look, he rolled his sleeves back down, checking the underside of his boot a bit as he stood.

The Omega Project

Ved

He smiled softly, taking a look down at the pizza he had been eating, and wondered what color the nano chips would have been if looked at under a microscope. Having complete control over electronic technology had some genuine perk, including access to every nano-chip and explosive in the world, as well as the ability to create them with ease as long as he had the parts, which were easy to get and plentiful, he just had to feed them into a hyper-accurate 3-d Nano printer he had built. He had a small army of the devices, enough for every person in the planet to be fitted with seven hundred chips all of which only took up the same amount of space as a brick would, and all of which were spread throughout his home, and surrounded him in a protective swarm with a count number of about 3 billion. With these chips he was near unstoppable, as his personal escort of chips had healing factors, and were capable of interacting with the world around him.

Looking at his wrist, he sent an activation code, causing the chips that Lexx had consumed to awaken, and begin spreading throughout his body. They focused on major areas, about 800 attaching to his brain and activating a connection that would be considered psychic if it wasn't caused by science. "You can't leave me Lexx." He whispered into the mans head through the comm setup the chips had created.

Rose Plague

Micah J. Stubbe
He eyed the man for more than a few moments, weighing in the possible ways this could go. He did have his SAP gloves on, so if it came to a fight the odds would still be in his favor, he knew how to throw a punch that could knock a man out without a subtle equivalent of brass knuckles, the gloves were almost as bad as a gun, short range at least. Making his decision, he flipped on the safety, and swung the rifle so it returned to his back, wrapped around his shoulder and under the arm opposite was a long stretchable piece of fabric, tied tightly at both ends of the rifle and duct-taped.
"Now answer the question."
He said lowly.