I'll have a post up tomorrow - my computer woes are at an end (fingers-crossed) so I should be back to normal activity from now on.
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Subject 133: Alexander
This is a new experience. Everything looks different here. Maybe it's because there's nothing in the way? How interesting.
Subject 133 lay on the ground with his fellow subjects, observing the room around them and those rushing to and fro in their lab coats with a mixture of trepidation and interest. His shocking white hair was a little too long for his taste and he spent his first few moments in the open brushing it out of his eyes. Men and women in white coats occasionally came up to them, writing things down on clipboards before running off.
He disliked the way these people observed the trio; it seemed to him like they were refusing to acknowledge the three as living things. Or at least fellows of the same species. As far as he could tell they had the same physiology and body structure but it was all too new and there was so much information all around him to decipher; he would have to do that later. If there was a later, that was. He had no idea what their fate was.
His thoughts were disrupted by the entry of another, although this one appeared to be like them; the collar around this new one's neck was similar to the ones they wore and reinforced this deduction. Then they were inspected, this one gazing into their eyes. Alex stared back calmly, his face so expressionless it was like stone; at that moment he decided to hide away his emotions at least until he knew better what was going on.
"Fascinating? Yes. I dislike that we've been given names. I'll use my ID until I find reason to use that name. That's 133, by the way." Alex interrupted, glancing around the room. His voice sounded odd to him, unfamiliar. Then again, he'd never heard it before. For some reason he found no issue in using a number, as if he were a stock item, but a name had more feeling and more power in it; he wanted to reclaim it before using it himself. A small sign of resistance to what was increasingly feeling like some kind of slavery, whatever that actually was. These ideas were all fuzzy in his head, as if he just knew them but when he tried to investigate them further he came up against a blank wall, the information just implanted into his head with no actual understanding. This, above all, he disliked.
Their situation was explained and Alex took it all in, craving more knowledge about their circumstance. It wasn't necessarily reliable information but it was all they were going to get and everything still felt too new. The demonstration of this 'Doc's power was interesting and he reached up, feeling the collar. Now the fearful glances the other people shot towards them made sense. He wondered what it felt like with the collar off but didn't move to free himself of it, he doubted he would be allowed.
"Friends? Yes, that sounds good..." He was thinking but he became distracted by the one called Johnny asking a question. It seemed obvious to him but then this was new to all of them, it was reasonable to disoriented and not see what he thought to be obvious. "Doc here just showed us what he's capable of without his collar on. We all have collars on but I imagine what would happen if we didn't? Why wouldn't they be afraid of us?"
Okay, I guess. My desktop's PSU decided to go in spectacular fashion a couple of days ago, taking the hard drive with it. Still waiting on the replacement parts to arrive.
I'm currently working on my old refurbished laptop which sounds like a jet engine when in use and is about as warm as one too.
I'm currently working on my old refurbished laptop which sounds like a jet engine when in use and is about as warm as one too.
@AgentFallenSoul
Cool, I only brought it up as most of our characters have ages of twenty plus. I'll edit mine now.
Cool, I only brought it up as most of our characters have ages of twenty plus. I'll edit mine now.
Just a thought: the characters should all be only a few months old if they're artificially grown, right? Maybe it should be Apparent age in the CS?
That or I've misunderstood completely!
That or I've misunderstood completely!
Character Sheet
Name: Alexander / ID No.: 133
Appearance:
Athletic with blue eyes. Neither tall nor particularly short, Alex can easily be overlooked. His hair is a shocking shade of white, the only truly noticeable thing about him besides what looks like a tattoo around his left eye. When people ask he shrugs in a non-committal way but never offers an explanation for it.
Apparent Age: 20
Height/Weight: 5' 7", 140 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calm and mild. He rarely lets on how he feels, maintaining a very composed expression and reins in his body language to a nearly unnatural extent. In his actions he is fair but not necessarily kind and certainly not cruel. He has a great love for books, especially those on history, and spends most of his free time reading them at quite a pace. In his speech he is very precise and a wide vocabulary but not so extreme that others might have difficulty understanding him. He has a degree of intellectual elitism but acknowledge his own fault; it being one of the few things he might apologise for.
He does not get involved with others, at least not yet, as their situation shows no sign of improvement. When one watches him spending so much of his time alone, reading books and thinking on unknown topics he can seem almost ethereal; his very existence a little in question as his presence is almost unnoticeable when he wishes it so.
Powers/Skills: Air. He can control movement of the air, employing it either as a massive hammer blow or compressing it into the sharpest blade. He can also pick himself up with the ability and so move at much faster speeds than he could on foot. The ability also allows him to detect sound or movement in a certain area although only when it is significant or fast enough to cause noticeable alteration in the air.
Also: I love the Great Llama
Other: Linky.
Name: Alexander / ID No.: 133
Appearance:
Athletic with blue eyes. Neither tall nor particularly short, Alex can easily be overlooked. His hair is a shocking shade of white, the only truly noticeable thing about him besides what looks like a tattoo around his left eye. When people ask he shrugs in a non-committal way but never offers an explanation for it.
Apparent Age: 20
Height/Weight: 5' 7", 140 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calm and mild. He rarely lets on how he feels, maintaining a very composed expression and reins in his body language to a nearly unnatural extent. In his actions he is fair but not necessarily kind and certainly not cruel. He has a great love for books, especially those on history, and spends most of his free time reading them at quite a pace. In his speech he is very precise and a wide vocabulary but not so extreme that others might have difficulty understanding him. He has a degree of intellectual elitism but acknowledge his own fault; it being one of the few things he might apologise for.
He does not get involved with others, at least not yet, as their situation shows no sign of improvement. When one watches him spending so much of his time alone, reading books and thinking on unknown topics he can seem almost ethereal; his very existence a little in question as his presence is almost unnoticeable when he wishes it so.
Powers/Skills: Air. He can control movement of the air, employing it either as a massive hammer blow or compressing it into the sharpest blade. He can also pick himself up with the ability and so move at much faster speeds than he could on foot. The ability also allows him to detect sound or movement in a certain area although only when it is significant or fast enough to cause noticeable alteration in the air.
Also: I love the Great Llama
Other: Linky.
Ready and willing.
Character Sheet
Name: Alexander / ID No.: 133
Appearance:
Athletic with blue eyes. Neither tall nor particularly short, Alex can easily be overlooked. His hair is a shocking shade of white, the only truly noticeable thing about him besides what looks like a tattoo around his left eye. When people ask he shrugs in a non-committal way but never offers an explanation for it.
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 5' 7", 140 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calm and mild. He rarely lets on how he feels, maintaining a very composed expression and reins in his body language to a nearly unnatural extent. In his actions he is fair but not necessarily kind and certainly not cruel. He has a great love for books, especially those on history, and spends most of his free time reading them at quite a pace. In his speech he is very precise and a wide vocabulary but not so extreme that others might have difficulty understanding him. He has a degree of intellectual elitism but acknowledge his own fault; it being one of the few things he might apologise for.
He does not get involved with others, at least not yet, as their situation shows no sign of improvement. When one watches him spending so much of his time alone, reading books and thinking on unknown topics he can seem almost ethereal; his very existence a little in question as his presence is almost unnoticeable when he wishes it so.
Powers/Skills: Air. He can control movement of the air, employing it either as a massive hammer blow or compressing it into the sharpest blade. He can also pick himself up with the ability and so move at much faster speeds than he could on foot. The ability also allows him to detect sound or movement in a certain area although only when it is significant or fast enough to cause noticeable alteration in the air.
Also: I love the Great Llama
Other: Linky.
Name: Alexander / ID No.: 133
Appearance:
Athletic with blue eyes. Neither tall nor particularly short, Alex can easily be overlooked. His hair is a shocking shade of white, the only truly noticeable thing about him besides what looks like a tattoo around his left eye. When people ask he shrugs in a non-committal way but never offers an explanation for it.
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 5' 7", 140 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calm and mild. He rarely lets on how he feels, maintaining a very composed expression and reins in his body language to a nearly unnatural extent. In his actions he is fair but not necessarily kind and certainly not cruel. He has a great love for books, especially those on history, and spends most of his free time reading them at quite a pace. In his speech he is very precise and a wide vocabulary but not so extreme that others might have difficulty understanding him. He has a degree of intellectual elitism but acknowledge his own fault; it being one of the few things he might apologise for.
He does not get involved with others, at least not yet, as their situation shows no sign of improvement. When one watches him spending so much of his time alone, reading books and thinking on unknown topics he can seem almost ethereal; his very existence a little in question as his presence is almost unnoticeable when he wishes it so.
Powers/Skills: Air. He can control movement of the air, employing it either as a massive hammer blow or compressing it into the sharpest blade. He can also pick himself up with the ability and so move at much faster speeds than he could on foot. The ability also allows him to detect sound or movement in a certain area although only when it is significant or fast enough to cause noticeable alteration in the air.
Also: I love the Great Llama
Other: Linky.
Normally, Rhiannon might let any reference to her appearance (of which she was aware was quite attractive) slide when it came from a new co-worker but since they were going to be in this place for some time she figured it was best to bring attention to it. "Cute? Damn, I was going for drop-dead gorgeous but sure." She returned the joking grin. She liked Caden, she found, largely because there was no malice behind that smile. It was a refreshing change. "I guess. Then again, if you're the beta testers we must be the alphas." Every Guardian knew that they were an on-going experiment in the fight against this new tidal wave of crime and for Rhiannon these 'Angels' were merely the next evolution on. It was simple escalation: the criminals get powers, the government creates the Guardians; the Guardians start being killed or turn up crazy, the government creates the 'Angels'. Just like before: the criminals got guns, the government got bullet-proof jackets and then criminals got armour-piercing rounds.
Kyle then joined them, introducing himself a little more fully than Rhiannon had. While she had assumed Caden would have seen their profiles, it never hurt to sum it by oneself, especially as the others wouldn't know those details. "Hi, Kyle. I'm Rhiannon. Similar story to Caden for me; I joined the military back in Britain and got posted over here for foreign relations. They scouted me out for the Guardians because... well, uh, I guess because I had some experience with the criminal underworld and they thought that'd be useful." She stumbled over her explanation, not wanting to reveal her entire troubled past to people she had just met. Thankfully Caden carried on and it was soon forgotten.
"It's like a live-in leisure centre or recreation park in here." Rhiannon said in amused wonder, the sheer variety of facilities something that would surprise just about anyone. Noticing the scientists acknowledging Caden she commented, phrasing it as a question. "You're quite respected around here?"
Kyle then joined them, introducing himself a little more fully than Rhiannon had. While she had assumed Caden would have seen their profiles, it never hurt to sum it by oneself, especially as the others wouldn't know those details. "Hi, Kyle. I'm Rhiannon. Similar story to Caden for me; I joined the military back in Britain and got posted over here for foreign relations. They scouted me out for the Guardians because... well, uh, I guess because I had some experience with the criminal underworld and they thought that'd be useful." She stumbled over her explanation, not wanting to reveal her entire troubled past to people she had just met. Thankfully Caden carried on and it was soon forgotten.
"It's like a live-in leisure centre or recreation park in here." Rhiannon said in amused wonder, the sheer variety of facilities something that would surprise just about anyone. Noticing the scientists acknowledging Caden she commented, phrasing it as a question. "You're quite respected around here?"
@WeepingLiberty@Master Crim
"True." Alexis inclined her head in agreement as she thought. "I still find it odd that we haven't had much intel on this substance at all though. Even if it was just rumoured it'd be the kind of thing they'd warn us to report if we got even a whiff of its involvement." Slowly it began to dawn on her and she rubbed her eyes with her right index finger and thumb, one of her tells showing that she was either stressed or berating herself for not realising something earlier. "Or... it could be that NAIL knows about this substance and were running tests on it all along. They didn't want their agents to know in case it got out that we were holding such a dangerous drug. Classic cover-up."
She agreed with Nova that perhaps they were over-thinking it; two occurrences in one day didn't make an issue rife and now they were just trying to look for connections because of what may merely be a coincidence. "I didn't expect you to come out with something like that. You clearly paid more attention in psychology than I did." She said with a wink before considering it properly. "You could be right. Still, it's hard not to look for connections in this kind of job. I find coincidences are pretty rare although there doesn't seem to be any link between an outraged, lone villain getting revenge on the employer who fired him and a group of thugs possibly trafficking the substance, I admit."
Alexis stood up and crossed to a cupboard set into the wall to the right of the TV and reached for a key in her pocket. The cupboard had three locks on it, although they were all fairly inconspicuously set into its woodwork. Once the locks were all open she pulled both doors open to reveal dozens of firearms carefully set out inside the cupboard on hooks with enough ammunition to keep a small army going in boxes at the base. "As part of my signing on package NAIL gave me a fair bit of cash, as you can see, and also my choice of any weaponry I wanted. They wanted to... how did they put it again? Oh, 'encourage my versatility.'" She grinned, selecting an assault rifle, scoped of course, as well as two of her SIG-Sauer handguns as well as some spare ammo for her rifle still in the boot of the BMW.
She headed for the door, the weapons now snugly concealed either under her coat, in the case of the Sig-Sauers, and the assault rifle and ammo in another, rather chunky, briefcase. "Fair enough. Keep me up to date about the thugs, I have this feeling they're not just your average gang which means it'd be dangerous to go in without backup. You're welcome. Let yourself out when you're ready, the door will lock by itself. Oh, I got your bike brought here seeing as we left it at the bar, save you some time." With a casual mock-salute she slipped out the door. "Catch you later, Nova."
The BMW was ready and waiting for her in front of the apartment block, the on road parking quite a blessing for someone in her line of work. She put the briefcase in the footwell of the passenger side before pulling out into the traffic and speeding down the quiet roads with practiced ease. After getting a more precise location from HQ, she headed straight for the battle site but stopped a few blocks away so that she could prepare. With a brief moment of consideration she took the assault rifle from its case, leaving her favoured weapon in the boot; she doubted it would be as much help here against this monster.
Everyone had left the area, sensibly, which made the jog to the battle site proper easier. A team were already fighting the monster but it seemed like damage control rather than elimination at the moment, the monster still advancing slowly towards the rest of the city. She took up a position a little behind what was obviously a special ops team and opened fire in short bursts at the monster. She aimed at different parts of its body to see what the effects were before focusing on its left leg.
"Do you guys have a plan yet?" She yelled over the sound of the gunfire to the nearest team member, eyeing the monster's two arms warily. She disliked fighting non-humans or villains; they were always so unpredictable.
"True." Alexis inclined her head in agreement as she thought. "I still find it odd that we haven't had much intel on this substance at all though. Even if it was just rumoured it'd be the kind of thing they'd warn us to report if we got even a whiff of its involvement." Slowly it began to dawn on her and she rubbed her eyes with her right index finger and thumb, one of her tells showing that she was either stressed or berating herself for not realising something earlier. "Or... it could be that NAIL knows about this substance and were running tests on it all along. They didn't want their agents to know in case it got out that we were holding such a dangerous drug. Classic cover-up."
She agreed with Nova that perhaps they were over-thinking it; two occurrences in one day didn't make an issue rife and now they were just trying to look for connections because of what may merely be a coincidence. "I didn't expect you to come out with something like that. You clearly paid more attention in psychology than I did." She said with a wink before considering it properly. "You could be right. Still, it's hard not to look for connections in this kind of job. I find coincidences are pretty rare although there doesn't seem to be any link between an outraged, lone villain getting revenge on the employer who fired him and a group of thugs possibly trafficking the substance, I admit."
Alexis stood up and crossed to a cupboard set into the wall to the right of the TV and reached for a key in her pocket. The cupboard had three locks on it, although they were all fairly inconspicuously set into its woodwork. Once the locks were all open she pulled both doors open to reveal dozens of firearms carefully set out inside the cupboard on hooks with enough ammunition to keep a small army going in boxes at the base. "As part of my signing on package NAIL gave me a fair bit of cash, as you can see, and also my choice of any weaponry I wanted. They wanted to... how did they put it again? Oh, 'encourage my versatility.'" She grinned, selecting an assault rifle, scoped of course, as well as two of her SIG-Sauer handguns as well as some spare ammo for her rifle still in the boot of the BMW.
She headed for the door, the weapons now snugly concealed either under her coat, in the case of the Sig-Sauers, and the assault rifle and ammo in another, rather chunky, briefcase. "Fair enough. Keep me up to date about the thugs, I have this feeling they're not just your average gang which means it'd be dangerous to go in without backup. You're welcome. Let yourself out when you're ready, the door will lock by itself. Oh, I got your bike brought here seeing as we left it at the bar, save you some time." With a casual mock-salute she slipped out the door. "Catch you later, Nova."
The BMW was ready and waiting for her in front of the apartment block, the on road parking quite a blessing for someone in her line of work. She put the briefcase in the footwell of the passenger side before pulling out into the traffic and speeding down the quiet roads with practiced ease. After getting a more precise location from HQ, she headed straight for the battle site but stopped a few blocks away so that she could prepare. With a brief moment of consideration she took the assault rifle from its case, leaving her favoured weapon in the boot; she doubted it would be as much help here against this monster.
Everyone had left the area, sensibly, which made the jog to the battle site proper easier. A team were already fighting the monster but it seemed like damage control rather than elimination at the moment, the monster still advancing slowly towards the rest of the city. She took up a position a little behind what was obviously a special ops team and opened fire in short bursts at the monster. She aimed at different parts of its body to see what the effects were before focusing on its left leg.
"Do you guys have a plan yet?" She yelled over the sound of the gunfire to the nearest team member, eyeing the monster's two arms warily. She disliked fighting non-humans or villains; they were always so unpredictable.
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