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ArcanicNeon (ReganOs)

Ester Gardner and Josiah

Ester was hesitant to go and look for Sam. Her side was stinging like crazy, the graze hurting more than it did when she got nearly shot in the hip. Placing her hand on her hip, Ester walked over to Vida. "I'll stay with you." She said, placing her other hand on Vida's shoulder."I need a break..." She finished. Ester looked over to Josiah. Should she say that she nearly got shot with a bullet? Should she just be like oh by the way Josiah, I nearly got shot! But I'm fine. Ester needed to be calm and firm about it. Yet she couldn't tell Wilson either. He'd have a bigger freak out than Josiah would. She was stuck. Get some form of an infection from the graze or get yelled at by her superiors.

As Ester looked away from him, Josiah looked down at her hip. "Why is your hand on your hip like that?" He asked, turning and looking down at her.

"It's nothing." Ester replied, turning away from him.

"No, let me see." Josiah said, taking Ester's wrist he pulled her hand away from her hip, revealing the blood stain on her shirt and pants.

Ester looked up at Josiah, pulling her arm away. "It's only a graze." She admitted, ringing her thumb and pointer finger around her wrist from how tight Josiah held it. "I'm Fine." She said. "It just stings a little." Josiah frowned down on her.

"You and I are gonna have a little talk later." he said.
Everyone, we will be starting this roleplay on Monday October 19th US standard time.


To give you a heads up and allow you to begin planning what your first posts are going to look like I'll tell you a little about how this is going to begin. The Center is a pretty nasty place, experimentation, testing, cruel guards, you get the idea. All labor in the prison with the exception of guards and lab related personal is done by the metas, so cafeteria work... okay I'm not all that familiar with the day to day operations of a prison but you get the idea.

Obviously we have a variety of prison factions. While the guards will defend themselves and prevent escape they're not known to intervene in meta on meta conflicts. In a prison faction you have the advantage of having people to watch your back. This of course also means that there are rivalries and almost all out wars between the factions in the prison and unless it turns into an all out riot or threatens Center security the guards won't intervene. You can survive in the Center without a faction but it is far more difficult and potentially deadly. The cells in the center have two bunk beds, a small walkway between them and a very tiny bathroom. Each cell is outfitted with four people.

The Center is outfitted with a sensor grid that emits a very specialized wavelength of background radiation. It had a very short halflife so once the sensor grid stops producing it the stuff vanishes almost completely. The radiation was synthesized by the corporation to depower metas. Since almost all meta human abilities originate from a similar genetic mutation (regardless of how varied the effects of the mutation are) the radiation works on almost all meta humans.

There are two rooms in the Center that are not covered on the sensor grid. The Display Room which the prisoners refer to as the auction house and the Arena. The Display Room is equipped with a variety of different obstacles and items designed to let a meta human show off their power. The walls, floor and ceiling have been specially designed to be impervious to tampering. Unaffected by heat, or cold, no cracks, even microscopic ones for someone to slip through. An interior electric grid prevents phasing, etc ect. The display room has a large balcony on top protected by glass that has similar attributes to the walls. It is were prospective buyers watch over the Metas and bid on them. The Arena is similarly shielded from abilities but it has a completely different purpose. It is a training ground. Different people get time in the Arena to train their abilities to be cataloged and to ensure that they are capable if sold. Every night there is a fight between Metas in the Arena. The winner receives privileges from Center management, extra food rations, reduced labor work. They are also free to pass these privileges on to others. The purpose of these fights is to allow management to study developing meta human abilities, to increase the Metas proficiency with they're powers and to offer an alternate showcase to prospective buyers. The fights are voluntary however the prison factions often use them as ways to settle disputes and on occupation when sibling Metas are captured one uses the fights and benefits to protect the other.

Our story is going to start on a day just like any other. Each of our characters has been there for varying amounts of time. Some a couple months, some several years, that's up to you. There is an explosion that rocks the facility. One so huge that it knocks out the sensor grid. Within ten minutes the power dampening field is gone and everything devolves into chaos. The guards while they have weapons, guns, flamethrowers (and more or less any other hand held weapon you can think of) they're not equipped to handle a full blown insurrection. The prisoners who weren't severely injured in the blast start to fight back my character Gloria is bunk makes with an old man who has the ability to teleport. She's going to try and gather as many people as she possibly can. The teleporter will warp our group to an isolated location just outside of New York City, from the stress of moving so far and transporting so many people the teleporter will have a heart attack. From there everyone will have free rein to stay with the group, go off on your own and let the story progress from there.

One other thing I should mention is that every prisoner has on his arm what the Metas refer to as 'the Shackle' it's a metallic bracelet about an inch wide that has two functions, firstly a GPS tracking device and secondly an electric pain response which is used for keeping the Metas in line in the prison. The Center's ability to send out the electric shock is also compromised in the explosion and since it was not designed to work on a large scale can't be administered after we've warped away. First priority will be to remove them. Also at some later date if the Center goons are in close proximity to use and we still have our Shackles on it will be possible for them to set off that response.

I should also mention that the corporation is not simply based on Meta slave trade, their primary business comes from mining the powers of meta humans but that comes in all shapes and sizes, the mercenary business is just one facade of that. Some electric uses are connected to massive power generators and used to provide clean energy, many medical break throughs have come from studying and sometimes dissecting metas. My point is that while the slave trade is likely the sorest point to the metas it is by no means that only thing that the corporation thrives on. The damage to the Center was just a minor setback.

@Vetis With that cleared up you're good to post to the character tab.
Its exactly as you say, Its not a transformation, but Not able to have more then one trait at a time, so I could have a cheetah's speed but not the ability to jump like a flea (If humans had the jumping power of a flea, a 1.8-m (6-ft) person could make a jump 90 m (295 ft) long and 49 m (160 ft) high. ) but I would be able to drop the cheetah speed to gain something else, the only real partial transformations my character can make is for usable wings and gills if that makes sense? im not sure about taking on a trait that would let me walk up walls or anything, think that might be a bit too much lol


So if I understand this properly? You take on proportionate abilities of certain animals, like having a cheetah's speed, lion's strength, dog's sense of smell that sort of thing but you're character isn't physically altered in anyway? Is that right?

If I've got this right I think it would be a good idea to cut out the ability to form wings. Firstly because from a logistics point of view sprouting wings wouldn't be enough to fly, you'd have to completely reform your anatomy, hollow bones, vastly increased musculature, eyes capable of withstanding high speed winds, and possibly something to allow you to breath in higher atmospheres were the oxygen is thin.

The second reason is that being able to fly by way of having your own wings is technically a separate abilities. See: Angel
Prince of Seraphs

Christian Tylers

At this point Christian had lost all hope in his story, though in all fairness it wasn't that far from the truth. There wasn't any possibility of the man in the suit believing it but at this point Christian was stalling for time. They'd not been gone long enough for the Reformers to be looking and likely they were somewhere off the grid, if this guy was paranoid enough to set up snipers and signal trackers a secure location wasn't really a stretch.

No at this point Christian was buy time as he worked out a plan. Earlier he'd accidentally split one of the links on his handcuffs along the wielding line. It wasn't much but with some time and pressure in the right places he could get it to bend. He needed time for his plan and luckily it seemed the man in the suit was amused enough with criticizing and mocking Christian's story to keep the charade going.

He was careful to keep his face impassive as the man in the suit laughed at his story. "I never said secret agents, that implies that we were sanctioned and authorized by the government. I also never said anything about a rescue squad. As I said we are not high level operatives, the organization would sooner drop a bomb on the both of us than risk our knowledge falling into the wrong hands, your hands. I estimate you've got about sixteen minutes."

As Christian spoke he'd been very slowly leveraging his fingers in between the weakened link. It was bending, slowly but surely. The metal bite hard into his fingers, it wouldn't be long before he started to bleed.

"I am rather fond of living and your little mafia family doesn't really concern me overly, so you let us go right now and you'll get to live to 'work the protection angle on the East Side' if not then as I said we all die together. And if my tracker could be picked up by every idiot with a cellphone we wouldn't exactly last long as a group."

When Christian got his hands free it wouldn't take him long to undo the zip ties on his legs but Sam was a different story. He needed a way to signal that he was free without tipping off there captor. He needed her to get herself out of those cuffs or else they weren't both going to make it. He wouldn't have time to release her once the man in the suit realized he was off his leash. Once the bullets started to fly if he and Sam weren't both ready to run they were in big trouble.

Christian worked at the link as he threatened the man in the suit. Soon enough he felt the metal begin to bend but after a couple of minutes a sticky film of blood coated Christians fingers. He paid it no mind, there would be time to lick his wounds later. Right now he needed to get out.
BlessedWrath (Weaver)

Samantha Cole

The man in the suit smiled, almost psychotically. He stood up, then took a step back from the two in the chairs.

"Secret agents," he said with false reverence. "Wow, I don't know what to do with that."

He paced for a moment, though it was questionable as to whether he had done it for worry or for sarcastic effect. Eventually he came to a stop near to where he had first addressed the two captives.

"I don't know what's worse," he stated calmly. "That you think I'm stupid enough to believe this load of propaganda, or that you're desperate enough to try it."

He snickered, walked his line briefly, then faced them again. "I mean, really? Secret agencies? Standby rescue squads? Next thing you'll tell me you're KGB. Oh, please, don't let me fall prey to the Kremlin."

There was another shark grin, then he turned his head to the side once again. The following conversation was not difficult to make out.

"Are you tracking any signals?"

"Negative."

"Scan again. We don't know what these people are capable of."

When he again brought his gaze to bear on his two hostages, he seemed less like a murderer and more like a businessman.

"Cards on the table time," he offered neutrally. " I'm here to determine your usefulness. What you tell me has a direct bearing on what I tell my superiors. If you want to be obstinate, then it's not my funeral. I'll just get transferred to the East Side and work the protection angle for a few years. But if what my associate whispered into my ear before I gave him what he earned was true...Well, then we could all be much better off than a shallow grave in the Industrial District."

He paused for a moment and, working with the damaged phone he had retrieved, turned the display to show them a very telling app. "This tells me that, although there are many, many signals being broadcast in the local area, none of them are for your extraction. So if you want to make out like you're the Contra Team, then, by all means, tell me another one. Otherwise, I'm ready to get down to business."
Kirra

Jenna Baxter

A look of uncertainty crossed Jenna's face as listened to Josiah. She had a feeling that this would be coming but was a bit relived when Cal spoke up for the group. Wondering if Josiah would argue back, she watched him tentatively as Cal headed towards the building. However instead of anger she saw a hint of something else written on his face but before she could wonder what exactly it was, she saw the teen dart past her and into Pat who seemed to be more than ready to intervene. Although the kid was a bit dazed he was still awake and conscious.

With the opponent now just a teen as well as having the others as well as the added support of Josiah and Daniel with her, Jenna wasn't too afraid of stepping up and getting the situation resolved. "Just give us the card back. We'll let you go and end everything right here." Jenna said stretching her hand out towards the kid. "Unless you want a taste of someone else's power? Who knows what we could do to you?"

"Fine." Jake said as he reached into his pocket and retrieved about six different cards. "I'm not sure which one is yours but just take it. Take them all." Tossing them in front of him Jake tried to get to his feet and get away before anyone else could do anything to him but stumbled as he got up, obviously still feeling the residual effects of Pat's ability.

"Seriously?" Daniel chuckled as he watched the kid run, almost running into a garbage can when he looked back towards the group to make sure he wasn't being chased. "If they all were as pathetic as this kid and still tried to steal from people, they deserved what was given to them." Stooping down to collect the cards, Daniel pulled the one that belong to them out of the stack and pocketed the rest. "So who's the unfortunate one that got their card stolen?"

"Sam." Jenna said. "However, we don't know where she went. Christian is gone too."

"Wilson is going to be pissed about this." Josiah said as Vida brought up wanting to go back. He could see that she wasn't in a good state and out of the probably the worst one off out of the group. "Let me bring you back. It'll be faster and besides me and another person if they want to come along you won't have to see anyone else, besides a very concerned doctor." Josiah said with a sigh before looking towards the others to see if any of the others wanted to take the quick route back. "Have you located them?" Josiah said turning towards Daniel who appeared to be busy with an unfocused gaze.

"I think so but without being around the Charlies long enough I cannot be certain. It's a bit too far for a blind man and a teenager to end up by foot given the amount of time that has passed so they have either hightailed it out of here or something happened. However they are close to the end of my range so I can't be exactly sure on my findings. It does look like none of the Bravos are there so I don't think it's the TSP unless Pearson is leashing them up like dogs again."

"We should go find them. I don't think they would be the type of people that would leave unannounced like this." Jenna said looking intently at Daniel. "We can send those that are injured or wanting to go back to the base back and the others can go search for them. We can't just leave them behind. What if they are in danger?"

"We don't know what we are getting into, it might be dangerous your guys since you are not trained." Josiah giving a slight motion towards the alleyway at what the group already got themselves into.

"It might be dangerous but I promised Sam when I met her that I wouldn't let whoever was after her to get her back. She was freaking out when she spoke about whoever was after her and I intend on keeping my promise." Jenna said with determination.

"Fine. You all need to go to the van either way so you all want to pretend to be superheros, go right ahead. Just make sure you have a group consensus on whether or not you're going after them." Josiah before walking towards Vida and waited to see if anyone else would be joining her. "However if it is big, don't just rush in. We might need to get together and hash out a plan with the others."
Prince of Seraphs

Christian Tylers

As Christian got over the initial shock of having the world pour into his head certain details that a moment ago were not relevant to the crisis Sam was about to go through now presented themselves. Little things, like the Bluetooth ear bud in the man with the suit’s ear, the body of the man that had attacked them, Walker lying at their feet dripping blood, a fresh kill.

Christian started to panic somewhat, it was became immediately clear that as he’d first thought the man in the suit was not alone. Christian had most of the warehouse mapped out in his head but whoever the man in the suit was talking too was likely just a little further. If Christian had to go to extremes (which they were at) he’d have said there were snipers on neighboring buildings and likely some very well-funded thugs waiting kill anyone that exited the warehouse without their boss’s permission.

The last detail that Christian realized was the source of that metallic crack that he’d caused at the same time as he’d sent the phone flying, it was the handcuffs he and Sam were wearing, he’d accidentally split one of the links of the cuff along the original wielding line. With a bit of work the might be able to get themselves free.

Without time to think of that Christian decided that this was the time for a bluff, something big with both their lives on the line. If he was lucky they’d both get out of this alive. If Lady Luck wasn't smiling on him Christian prayed Sam had some sort of plan cause this was the last card Christian had to play.

Christian drew in a slow even breath. He needed to appear calm, collected. He straightened in his chair his face deadly calm. "I wouldn't' do that if I were you... do you have a name? Well it doesn't matter either way you'll be dead soon enough." Christian paused for a moment to let that sink in. It was of course a bluff but if he could add enough weight to the threat this man might just be inclined to let them go.

"If you'll look on my arm you'll see a long white scar about six inches across." It was from a piece of shrapnel from the accident that cost Christian his eyes but right now it could serve as a bargaining chip. "My employers inserted a GSP tracking device effective worldwide in order to keep an eye on my activities. My partner and I work for a terrorist cell, a break away from a covert government project." The best he could do was mix a little truth in with the amount of complete bullshit he was churning out. Christian kept his face neutral. "My boss is in possession of a very rare form of mutigene that gave birth to the abnormalities you've observed. It gives us the edge when dealing with the government. Our goals are not important, the important thing is that Sam and I are insignificant enough to the organization that no one would think twice about sacrificing our lives to protect the agenda. The agenda that you have compromised by abducting us. If my estimation of the time is correct we have been out of contact for an hour and forty minutes past our last check in. Standard protocol dictates that should one of us be unreachable for more than two hours a covert explosive strike is to be executed on the co ordinates of there last known GSP signal. You have twenty minutes, now you have two choices you can either let us go and I can promise you'll never hear from us again or we can all die together."

Christian was fairly certain at least some of that had come from half a dozen different spy movies and TV shows he'd seen in recent years but it didn't matter. They were in a dire situation and if they were lucky the man with the suit would think that no one would be stupid enough to spin a story like that unless they actually had the resources to back it up. He could only pray and hope that Sam had some other plan in case this fell threw.
Izkripp

Vida Curacio

The guys that had brought them to this town finally found them. She was relieved that they were not alone now and were with people that knew about their strange powers. Still she didn't look up or push back the hood to look at them. They already sounded angry, so she didn't want to show them her face or hands in fear that they would get even more angry with her. Callie on the other hand seemed to have no problem dealing out her angry towards them. She felt the pressure of the woman's hand on her shoulder as she spoke. Clearly she was not going to just back down from the accusations that were given. Vida was happy that the woman was so strong willed and wished that she could be like that as well.

The sound the door slamming open, followed by the scream snapped her attention to the boy from earlier. He was the one that cause all of the commotion to start with. If he had no stolen the card then they would be out shopping like normal people instead of in the alley way looking at a scene that could be straight out of a murder/action film. Her eyes followed the boy as he ran into the older man that was in the group. Instinctively she took a speak towards them as Pat fell to the ground, but she stopped herself. She wouldn't be able to help if she went over there. Watching though she noticed that he was able to make the kid pass out by touching him.

She took in a breath. Did he have the same ability as her? She looked at the kid and to the man's hand. The air left her lungs as she noticed no wounds on either. So he was like her, but his ability was not as horrifying. She was jealous of him.

Shaking her head she turned and started to walk out of the alley and back towards the town. "I am g-going to the bus..." She could actually feel her heart beat quicken as she thought about entering the crowd. It was going to be painful. She had open wounds that could easily be brushed against, but more then that, The scene from earlier popped into her head where she had imagined being stuck in a subway crowded with people and no escape. This would be reality. She turned and looked at Daniel and Josiah lifting her head so that her gaze could meet theirs for a moment allowing a small glimpse of the wound on her cheek and neck were she was held earlier. "Is t-there a w-way to get back without..." She trailed off for a moment as if something had crossed her mind then she snapped back. "Without people?"
BlessedWrath (Weaver)

Samantha Cole

The man in the suit doubled over on impact. In the following moment, the cell clattered to the floor, broken, and he noted three things; that his employee's suspicions would seem to be correct, that his captives had as much as substantiated that claim, and that his intended course of action would have had an effect. He caught his breath and calmly straightened to his full height, taking the time to adjust his jacket and tie.

"Hold position." he calmly stated, turning his head to monitor Christian's reaction. "No one moves until I give the order."

Sam canted her head and readied a witty retort, but stopped short when she caught sight of a bluetooth ear bud. He was obviously talking to his confederates. How had she been foolish enough to believe he had come alone?

"Now," he continued, stooping to recover the phone. "That was not what I would call an impressive opening bid. Allow me to renegotiate."

As he spoke, the captives had time to gather more information. With his power in full bloom, Christian could readily identify the body of his and Sam's attacker, dead and bloodied at his feet, a small hole in his temple supplying the liquid which pooled there. The warehouse had been abandoned, so far as they could tell, but had not been entirely empty. Surveillance equipment dotted the interior. They were being recorded.

"As you might imagine, only a great fool would dare to order a daylight abduction without at least some precautionary measures. I am not a great fool. My men are waiting on any indication that this meeting is not holding up to my very selective tastes. They have orders to fire their weapons dry if either I do not call a hold, or do not respond within thirty seconds."

Sam's throat went dry. These were not orderlies. They didn't just give you your pills and move on to the next cell. They were serious criminals. Their next move could end up making the difference between freedom and a nice floral arrangement next to a headstone.
Prince of Seraphs

Christian Tylers

Christian could hear the man in the suit start to walk again. Christian's lack of a straight forward response had given him the answer he'd desired, while Christian was trying to fathom why they were not yet dead Sam rejoined the world of the living.

Christian could hear the rustle of the plastic and well as the sound of metal on metal and Sam's handcuffs clanked against her chair. Their was another noise, one that scared Christian far more than any of the others had. The sound of something wet hitting the plastic below Sam's chair. He could only imagine drops of blood dripping silently from her head wound. She'd been hit a lot harder than he had.

And just as he'd suspected earlier she was familiar with this situation and also completely inept at keeping there captor from becoming frustrated. Christian wasn't exactly experienced with being a hostage but he thought that swearing at the captor was not a good way to go.

At the tail end of the man in the suit's conversation with Sam, Christian became aware that something was incredibly wrong. 'If what Mr. Walker said was true' what could that thug have told him. Assuming he'd been watching Christian and Sam for awhile before he made his approach had he heard or seen anything that could be compromising, could he know about there powers?

Yes, yes he could. Sam had had a good conversation with Christian about the up and downs other each others powers if Walker had been listening he'd know exactly what they could do, but then again who'd ever believe a story like that. It would be more logical to assume they'd escaped from some sort of asylum.

Of course in Sam's case you could test it. Sam had told Christian that technology was her trigger, at the time he remembered thinking she was lucky to know what set her off. Now however Christian was glad that his power went off randomly because for the fear that was evident in her voice the man in the suit was likely about to see if she really could download information from tech, likely with a cellphone or laptop. Christian had to do something if this kept up neither one of them was getting out of this alive.

As if sensing her panic something deep inside of Christian seemed to break, like a dam in his mind holding back all that which he could observe and that was everything. Just like before every little detail of the world around him came crashing into his head, but this time it seemed more organized, more useful. The relevant pieces of information seemed to prioritize themselves rather than just stacking up in his mind in a huge heap, the things he needed to know became readily apparent, like the exit to this large warehouse, twenty feet from where they sat. And the cellphone slowly being placed on Sam's open palm.

He'd heard about what had happened to her with the lamp, if she touched that he'd be alone in this. "STOP IT!" He shouted and with his yell the cellphone with was inches from Sam's skin shot forward six inches landing on the floor. He also felt something crack, something small and metal and important but at the moment he couldn't have said what it was. "Leave her alone." He said to the man with a bit more calm. "If you're looking for something special look at me."
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