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Uh, my character is still a WIP by the way; I haven't decided on a bio.
Ah, but other than that, there's nothing preventing him from being present for the Reveal, right?
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Ah, but other than that, there's nothing preventing him from being present for the Reveal, right?
@Scarifar@Diggerton@TaliPaendrag@Mass City@Simple Unicycle
Guys, I'm sorry if my latest post seemed to be Railroading (aka forcing the plot); I just thought that the Big Reveal could not be delayed any longer.
Guys, I'm sorry if my latest post seemed to be Railroading (aka forcing the plot); I just thought that the Big Reveal could not be delayed any longer.
Area 51 - All Star Children, Agents, and Hunters
It was over; all of the Star Children have been gathered. Lotus had been asked to see Shirley Maxwell, while the kids themselves, and the remaining hunter, one Winstow Munroe, were either confined in several comfortable, but padded, rooms, where they would wait a while; Conner and Kimberly might take this time to separate, or they might not, instead staying fused for as long as possible.
Either way, Stefan Zimov, the Pyrokine who had rescued Emma Rocha, would make his rounds to the holding cells with an escort of guards; he would then greet the Star Child inside with a smile, a kind gesture, and then say:
"Hey, sorry for the trouble we went to get you; can you come with me so we can explain things? And please, don't try to escape; this installation is in the middle of the Nevada Desert, if you must know."
And with that, he and the guards would then escort the children to a wide chamber, one that seemed like a classroom due to the placement of the chairs, as well as the presence of other kids and young adults, among them Cedric, who for his willingness to go with Agent Cartwright, had been allowed to while away his time in the laboratories before the meeting.
And, facing all the chairs, looking more like a schoolteacher than a Project Head, was Shirley Maxwell, a redhead with a long ponytail, green eyes, and a warm gaze and smile that defied sterotypes about project heads.
"Well, it seems that we've gathered all that can be gathered," the woman finally spoke. "Anyway, I'm here to answer your questions; why were you given offers that you cannot refuse? Why were you abducted? Why were you abducted, then offered a job?"
"The answer is because you guys, as you yourselves admitted, have powers, powers that are needed, powers that are wanted, powers that need to be used in a coming conflict. Most of you already know what your powers are, and had experience with using them. That is a good thing."
"Now, Second Question, what conflict am I referring to? H'mina, you take the reins," she gestured to the blue-green, drider-like creature, who then walked up to the stage. Said blue-greed drider then said, speaking suprisingly good English:
"Hello, my name is H'mina, and, yes, I am an alien, of the L'mina species. The L'mina are a race from the far reaches of this setctor of the galaxy, naturally psychic, and who evolved in a planet rich with life. We developed technology in different ways than your species, using crystals and biological life as the basis instead of chemicals and metal. Then, we went out to the Stars, using Psychic Technology in order to break the Light Barrier."
"It was then that things changed. In L'mina society, psychic powers can be increased by feeding on the torment of another L'mina - a practice that, when translated into your tounge, would be known as 'Paracannibalism'. This was a banned practice, taboo, but, even as the first explorers began to roam the galaxy, things changed. One of our Great Powers, the D'Nava, first allowed the use of Paracannibalism on Criminals, then Political Dissidents, then, on anyone who opposed them, including other nations. In thirty years, the D'Nava united our race...at a high cost in blood."
"However, the D'Nava knew that in the end of the day, consuming their own species would cause their society to collapse, so they saw space exploration as an opportunity: why not go look for other, psychically-capable races, and Paracannibilize them, instead? Problem was, the psychic potential of other races was low, comparatively low...until they got to Humanity."
"Humans, you may not know this, have a lot of psychic potential - but do not go believing your 'fortunetellers' and 'psychics' just yet; this potential was supposed to manifest in, say, 100 or 200 years. But the L'mina, now under D'Nava rule, wanted to alter that, and so, they began abducting and experimenting on humans, mixing their own DNA to them, in order to bring out this potential. The so-called 'Greys' are a Red Herring, a false clue left behind to mislead those who went to investigate the abductions."
"However, the L'mina were not wholly dominated by the D'Nava; there always remained a subculture that believed in growing one's own psychic powers by one's own effort, by one's own skills. This faction was called the ES'Mira. I am one of that faction. I infiltrated the D'Nava's covert forces on Earth, recorded their experiments on people, and, once I was done, defected and told the strongest government on Earth about what they were doing."
"There's something you haven't explained yet," spoke Shirley. "Why do these kids have powers?"
"The L'mina abductions began in your so-called 70s. Your grandparents were part of those abductions; it was meant to be a generational project. Your grandparents didn't become geniuses, your parents didn't, either. But you, you and others have achieved the psychic prowess that the L'mina - or rather, the D'Nava, were looking for. And because of that, they are preparing to harvest Humanity, at a time when most humans are afraid."
@Scarifar@Diggerton@TaliPaendrag@Mass City@Simple Unicycle
It was over; all of the Star Children have been gathered. Lotus had been asked to see Shirley Maxwell, while the kids themselves, and the remaining hunter, one Winstow Munroe, were either confined in several comfortable, but padded, rooms, where they would wait a while; Conner and Kimberly might take this time to separate, or they might not, instead staying fused for as long as possible.
Either way, Stefan Zimov, the Pyrokine who had rescued Emma Rocha, would make his rounds to the holding cells with an escort of guards; he would then greet the Star Child inside with a smile, a kind gesture, and then say:
"Hey, sorry for the trouble we went to get you; can you come with me so we can explain things? And please, don't try to escape; this installation is in the middle of the Nevada Desert, if you must know."
And with that, he and the guards would then escort the children to a wide chamber, one that seemed like a classroom due to the placement of the chairs, as well as the presence of other kids and young adults, among them Cedric, who for his willingness to go with Agent Cartwright, had been allowed to while away his time in the laboratories before the meeting.
And, facing all the chairs, looking more like a schoolteacher than a Project Head, was Shirley Maxwell, a redhead with a long ponytail, green eyes, and a warm gaze and smile that defied sterotypes about project heads.
"Well, it seems that we've gathered all that can be gathered," the woman finally spoke. "Anyway, I'm here to answer your questions; why were you given offers that you cannot refuse? Why were you abducted? Why were you abducted, then offered a job?"
"The answer is because you guys, as you yourselves admitted, have powers, powers that are needed, powers that are wanted, powers that need to be used in a coming conflict. Most of you already know what your powers are, and had experience with using them. That is a good thing."
"Now, Second Question, what conflict am I referring to? H'mina, you take the reins," she gestured to the blue-green, drider-like creature, who then walked up to the stage. Said blue-greed drider then said, speaking suprisingly good English:
"Hello, my name is H'mina, and, yes, I am an alien, of the L'mina species. The L'mina are a race from the far reaches of this setctor of the galaxy, naturally psychic, and who evolved in a planet rich with life. We developed technology in different ways than your species, using crystals and biological life as the basis instead of chemicals and metal. Then, we went out to the Stars, using Psychic Technology in order to break the Light Barrier."
"It was then that things changed. In L'mina society, psychic powers can be increased by feeding on the torment of another L'mina - a practice that, when translated into your tounge, would be known as 'Paracannibalism'. This was a banned practice, taboo, but, even as the first explorers began to roam the galaxy, things changed. One of our Great Powers, the D'Nava, first allowed the use of Paracannibalism on Criminals, then Political Dissidents, then, on anyone who opposed them, including other nations. In thirty years, the D'Nava united our race...at a high cost in blood."
"However, the D'Nava knew that in the end of the day, consuming their own species would cause their society to collapse, so they saw space exploration as an opportunity: why not go look for other, psychically-capable races, and Paracannibilize them, instead? Problem was, the psychic potential of other races was low, comparatively low...until they got to Humanity."
"Humans, you may not know this, have a lot of psychic potential - but do not go believing your 'fortunetellers' and 'psychics' just yet; this potential was supposed to manifest in, say, 100 or 200 years. But the L'mina, now under D'Nava rule, wanted to alter that, and so, they began abducting and experimenting on humans, mixing their own DNA to them, in order to bring out this potential. The so-called 'Greys' are a Red Herring, a false clue left behind to mislead those who went to investigate the abductions."
"However, the L'mina were not wholly dominated by the D'Nava; there always remained a subculture that believed in growing one's own psychic powers by one's own effort, by one's own skills. This faction was called the ES'Mira. I am one of that faction. I infiltrated the D'Nava's covert forces on Earth, recorded their experiments on people, and, once I was done, defected and told the strongest government on Earth about what they were doing."
"There's something you haven't explained yet," spoke Shirley. "Why do these kids have powers?"
"The L'mina abductions began in your so-called 70s. Your grandparents were part of those abductions; it was meant to be a generational project. Your grandparents didn't become geniuses, your parents didn't, either. But you, you and others have achieved the psychic prowess that the L'mina - or rather, the D'Nava, were looking for. And because of that, they are preparing to harvest Humanity, at a time when most humans are afraid."
@Scarifar@Diggerton@TaliPaendrag@Mass City@Simple Unicycle
BreakingMe has informed me in private that they've dropped the RP; a Bounty Hunter slot is open.
@Ikthaias, Okay, still hyped up, but it sounds like we're not getting any new members other than the 'interesting third'.
@Ikthaias, Squee!
@Letter Bee
Wait... I have to link Hjalti to posts about Jenni or posts that contain her?
Yeah; I was delegating that duty to you, but that was when my Internet was slower. Now, however, I can do that.
I love my current RP partners as well; for all three of my RPs in RPGuild and a fourth one that is about to start this New Year; they're very cool and awesome!
((Collab post between Letter Bee, RedxCross, and Diggerton))
Despite Emma's apparent apathy towards her surroundings she perceived a change in character of those around her. It was unmistakable: People who weren't truthfully involved in the academia of the university were sprouting up around her. It was easy to make a guess why. As the powers which she had mysteriously acquired grew people were certain to notice. It wasn't hard to imagine her parents passing off a tidbit of information about them to the government; It would be a simple way for them to make their troublesome heiress disappear.
As for Emma's mysterious new roommate, it was clear to her that she wasn't what she seemed either. It was no matter; what could Emma do? She was dealing with forces far beyond her capabilities, and she was sure that if she ran they wouldn't be far behind. So, for the time being, all she could do was maintain the status quo. She wouldn't do anything to make them suspicious of her. Whatever happened all she could do was go with the flow. She had no doubt her powers were growing, but for the time being they served as little more then a neat party trick. Certainly unable to contend with an assault rifle.
One thing that Emma was not cognizant of was the existence of West Scarborough. She had noticed the supposed grad student hanging around her building, but nothing indicated he was more then another one of them, whoever they may be. It just so happened that as he enacted his plan, setting off a number of distractions throughout the campus, Emma was sleeping as she was wont to do. Luckily for him she was prime for the taking, and likely enough she would sleep through the distant fire alarm. However, it was unlikely that she would find the willpower to sleep through a home invasion.
Already people were starting to scramble. Some of the staff from his point-of-view were already running towards the fritzing computer lab as students started to push out of the residence building.
Everything was going according to plan as of now. As he watched, he was only slightly surprised that there was no sight of his target in the group piling out of the school. He thought he might have seen her roommate, but that too might be implausible. The other force at work here could've gone as far as to push their own that close to her. It wouldn't be that hard to falsify a roommate.
Still. Time was of the essence. With the scrambling of people all around them, West made his move. He took a backdoor fire escape and made his way up to her floor, dodging the confused and bored young adults who were all leaving with the slightest irritation. He did well to dodge one student running down the stairs with their laptop open in their hands.
It all seemed to work out. The hallway of his target had dispersed. Despite the irritated fire alarm, the rest of the hallway was absent of sound, of movement. West had to plan the next step carefully as he grabbed one of his shock batons and hid it up his sleeve. His breath slowed, his eyes focused as he stalked the hallway towards her door and test the knob gently.
It twisted open without resistance. With all the chaos of outside, it didn't surprise him that the door had been left shut. The hard part had been done. Now all he needed to do was pacify his target and pull her out of here into the confusion of the crowd, back to the car he had waiting in a parking lot nearby.
Except for one thing on the way: Emma's unnamed roommate was standing behind the door, assault rifle aimed at it.
The doorknob was unlocked, his baton hidden. He twisted it and pulled the door open gently.
Only to raise his hands quickly and step back.
"Oh dear..." He paused. His eyes shook subtly as his hands twinged with nervous sparks.
Cover hadn't been blown yet. His main aggressive tool was hidden in his sleeve. A gun was still on the inside of his jacket.
The unknown device was in the back pocket of his jeans.
His cover wasn't blown yet.
"I-I didn't know firearms were allowed at this school," he chuckled nervously. His whole demeanor was more like a weak sidewalk tree than an aggressive object, "Anyhow... I was just checking you heard the alarm? I don't know how well these walls absorb sound..."
His hands were still in the air. HIs stun baton hid in his sleeve like a bee's stinger and it rubbed its cold handle against his arm.
"You know better than to lie to a Government Agent, Mr. Scarborough. You're a nasty piece of work, that's what you are," said the roommate, a young woman of perfectly ordinarly looks. "And now word has arrived that you're serving a certain organization."
"How much did they tell you again?" It was clear that she was keeping him alive only to get intelligence.
He sighed. His arms dropped to his sides. Strike one he thought as his hand gripped the handle of the shock baton. "Well, I wouldn't call it 'serving' a certain organization. I work for a contract, I'm sure you would know that. Where did the government dig you up? A Russian sleeper agent get in too deep? Or was this the only way you could get out of trouble?"
He checked behind his shoulder. Still nothing. The fire alarm was still blazing. The door was too far away to be used to get out of this.
The device was still in his back pocket, but he still had no idea how it worked. And a security camera underneath its dark little sphere watched, but that would be wiped away before anyone could do anything about it.
"I'd love to help you. But all I was given was a target," he shrugged, "And I thought that it was my side of the world that killed people without a fair trial."
The gun stared at his chest with its dark barrel eating at his nerves.
"Keep your hands up!" the agent shouted, "I know your tricks. And, you're right; throw down your weapons, and you'll get your trial - before a military court." Without looking back, she then said:
"Ms. Rocha! There's a team ready at the back of the school - I suggest you sneak out the window and go there right now!"
For the duration of the pair's conversation Emma had been tactically positioned on her bed, wrapped up in a coccon of blankets. Of course, it was here where she spent most days. She had awoken as Scarborough made his way into her room, and had been waiting for some opening to move. She didn't hold alliegence to either side, and was merely interested in following whoever promised to deliver her from the situation alive. And, for the moment, that appeared to be her would-be roommate.
So Emma followed her instructions. She seperated herself from her bed, taking a moment to glance at the doorway. She had no interest in seeing the situation through, so she headed straight to the window as instructed, opening it and clambering out onto the lawn. She began hurriedly pacing towards the rear of the school, avoiding the urge to run so she wouldn't draw uneeded attention.
Shit, he thought to himself as his target got away. This whole situation was going sour pretty quickly, and if he didn't do something soon, he would be toast. Still he tried hard to keep his composure. Without any other option, he pressed the button on the device through his pants as his hands started to raise into the air.
Just then, something strange started to happen. First, he was struck by a searing headache. Words started to dance through his head in an awkward, robotic voice.
"HOST BRAIN PROTECTED. OFFENSIVE MENTAL SHUTDOWN IN 5 SECONDS."
It shouted at him. He had no idea what that meant, only that the moment the words were said, his headache started to subside.
Five... four...
"Hey, as far as I'm concerned, she can either be captured by me or contained by 'the system'. And when was the last time the system helped any of us?"
One...
The countdown finished, and as it did, those within a very close area to him would feel an incredibly debilitating headache. The effectiveness would decrease at a longer range, but up close, it would be very painful. Enough to send someone to their knees.
When it was done, the device fizzled out in his pocket, leaving a dark sear mark on the back of his jeans.
The agent was now prone on the ground, holding her head. However, through the pain, she managed to say:
"You people...are worse..." before she fainted.
As for Emma, she can see the team her roommate mentioned, led by a 16-year old boy with red hair and green eyes, who, upon seeing Emma, rushed out to meet her, seemingly with no weapon. Should he catch sight of West, who might be moving to intercept right now, he would create a wall of fire with a wave of his hand, hoping to flummox and delay him.
If West wasn't pursuing, he'd create a wall of fire anyway.
As Emma came upon the team that was suppoused to be saving her, she was quite suprised by the appearence of their suppoused leader. She looked at him pointedly, "Aren't you a little young to be doing this?" She paused, and quickly backpedaled, "That doesn't matter. So, what's your plan? Are you supposed to be taking me dead, or alive? I would hope the latter."
He watched the agent collapse to the ground as his hand brushed the blackness on the back of his pants. If there really was a team waiting, then following after them was definitely not the path he should be taking.
"We are not 'you people'. At least my side didn't hang me out to dry when my life fell apart."
Instead, he went the way he came. He backed out of the building into the crowds and cut through, going the other way around. Loud chattering was happening everywhere between struggles in the tech lab and the fire alarm, but going around to the other edge of the building didn't seem to be a problem. From his hiding spot, he saw as Emma met up with another young man. His eyes widened as he watch the boy wave his hand, and fire errupted from behind them.
Now he remembered: Stefan Zimov. Another possibility on his list. One of these other "star children" that he was supposed to capture.
Now, the super power thing had been left out of his files. No matter. As long as he could sneak up behind them, he could nab them and go.
His shock baton found its place back on the inside of his jacket. Instead, he popped the cap on one his pen needles, leaving his other hand free to grab the shock baton just in case.
A knock out drug. That's all there was to it. But it was fast acting, especially when administered directly to the bloodstream. If he got lucky, maybe he could grab Emma too.
Two was always better than one.
"Alive," said Stefan. "You may not believe it, but we're here to save you. Now go!" he intoned with a note of command, before scanning his surroundings with a hard stare.
Then, as Emma would - hopefully - go to the team and their car, Stefan would flick his fingers, and a dumpster behind West would erupt into flames; a barely audible 'tsk' from the boy would imply that he missed.
"I know you're here, West!" he was shouting. "Come out, and no charges will be pressed! There might even be an amnesty for you in the making!" The boy's face was red with anger - or was it just the heat?
"You don't know what you're messing with!" Another eruption of fire. "It's us or War of the Worlds!" The implication behind that last statement was clear.
Emma followed the command she had been given. There was little time for any argument, as her intrepid pursuer was not far behind her. She hurried to the waiting car, pulling the door open and throwing herself inside. She knew she wasn't quite out of and danger yet, so, for the time being, she merely took a seat, not allowing herself to rest just quite yet.
((Written by Letter Bee as RedXCross left the game))
West was not going to listen to some teenaged brat; powers or no. He made to throw his pen needle -
Before his head got blown off by a round of assault rifle fire; Emma's roomate had gotten up.
Now, Emma herself was safe, safe and being taken to Area 51.
Despite Emma's apparent apathy towards her surroundings she perceived a change in character of those around her. It was unmistakable: People who weren't truthfully involved in the academia of the university were sprouting up around her. It was easy to make a guess why. As the powers which she had mysteriously acquired grew people were certain to notice. It wasn't hard to imagine her parents passing off a tidbit of information about them to the government; It would be a simple way for them to make their troublesome heiress disappear.
As for Emma's mysterious new roommate, it was clear to her that she wasn't what she seemed either. It was no matter; what could Emma do? She was dealing with forces far beyond her capabilities, and she was sure that if she ran they wouldn't be far behind. So, for the time being, all she could do was maintain the status quo. She wouldn't do anything to make them suspicious of her. Whatever happened all she could do was go with the flow. She had no doubt her powers were growing, but for the time being they served as little more then a neat party trick. Certainly unable to contend with an assault rifle.
One thing that Emma was not cognizant of was the existence of West Scarborough. She had noticed the supposed grad student hanging around her building, but nothing indicated he was more then another one of them, whoever they may be. It just so happened that as he enacted his plan, setting off a number of distractions throughout the campus, Emma was sleeping as she was wont to do. Luckily for him she was prime for the taking, and likely enough she would sleep through the distant fire alarm. However, it was unlikely that she would find the willpower to sleep through a home invasion.
Already people were starting to scramble. Some of the staff from his point-of-view were already running towards the fritzing computer lab as students started to push out of the residence building.
Everything was going according to plan as of now. As he watched, he was only slightly surprised that there was no sight of his target in the group piling out of the school. He thought he might have seen her roommate, but that too might be implausible. The other force at work here could've gone as far as to push their own that close to her. It wouldn't be that hard to falsify a roommate.
Still. Time was of the essence. With the scrambling of people all around them, West made his move. He took a backdoor fire escape and made his way up to her floor, dodging the confused and bored young adults who were all leaving with the slightest irritation. He did well to dodge one student running down the stairs with their laptop open in their hands.
It all seemed to work out. The hallway of his target had dispersed. Despite the irritated fire alarm, the rest of the hallway was absent of sound, of movement. West had to plan the next step carefully as he grabbed one of his shock batons and hid it up his sleeve. His breath slowed, his eyes focused as he stalked the hallway towards her door and test the knob gently.
It twisted open without resistance. With all the chaos of outside, it didn't surprise him that the door had been left shut. The hard part had been done. Now all he needed to do was pacify his target and pull her out of here into the confusion of the crowd, back to the car he had waiting in a parking lot nearby.
Except for one thing on the way: Emma's unnamed roommate was standing behind the door, assault rifle aimed at it.
The doorknob was unlocked, his baton hidden. He twisted it and pulled the door open gently.
Only to raise his hands quickly and step back.
"Oh dear..." He paused. His eyes shook subtly as his hands twinged with nervous sparks.
Cover hadn't been blown yet. His main aggressive tool was hidden in his sleeve. A gun was still on the inside of his jacket.
The unknown device was in the back pocket of his jeans.
His cover wasn't blown yet.
"I-I didn't know firearms were allowed at this school," he chuckled nervously. His whole demeanor was more like a weak sidewalk tree than an aggressive object, "Anyhow... I was just checking you heard the alarm? I don't know how well these walls absorb sound..."
His hands were still in the air. HIs stun baton hid in his sleeve like a bee's stinger and it rubbed its cold handle against his arm.
"You know better than to lie to a Government Agent, Mr. Scarborough. You're a nasty piece of work, that's what you are," said the roommate, a young woman of perfectly ordinarly looks. "And now word has arrived that you're serving a certain organization."
"How much did they tell you again?" It was clear that she was keeping him alive only to get intelligence.
He sighed. His arms dropped to his sides. Strike one he thought as his hand gripped the handle of the shock baton. "Well, I wouldn't call it 'serving' a certain organization. I work for a contract, I'm sure you would know that. Where did the government dig you up? A Russian sleeper agent get in too deep? Or was this the only way you could get out of trouble?"
He checked behind his shoulder. Still nothing. The fire alarm was still blazing. The door was too far away to be used to get out of this.
The device was still in his back pocket, but he still had no idea how it worked. And a security camera underneath its dark little sphere watched, but that would be wiped away before anyone could do anything about it.
"I'd love to help you. But all I was given was a target," he shrugged, "And I thought that it was my side of the world that killed people without a fair trial."
The gun stared at his chest with its dark barrel eating at his nerves.
"Keep your hands up!" the agent shouted, "I know your tricks. And, you're right; throw down your weapons, and you'll get your trial - before a military court." Without looking back, she then said:
"Ms. Rocha! There's a team ready at the back of the school - I suggest you sneak out the window and go there right now!"
For the duration of the pair's conversation Emma had been tactically positioned on her bed, wrapped up in a coccon of blankets. Of course, it was here where she spent most days. She had awoken as Scarborough made his way into her room, and had been waiting for some opening to move. She didn't hold alliegence to either side, and was merely interested in following whoever promised to deliver her from the situation alive. And, for the moment, that appeared to be her would-be roommate.
So Emma followed her instructions. She seperated herself from her bed, taking a moment to glance at the doorway. She had no interest in seeing the situation through, so she headed straight to the window as instructed, opening it and clambering out onto the lawn. She began hurriedly pacing towards the rear of the school, avoiding the urge to run so she wouldn't draw uneeded attention.
Shit, he thought to himself as his target got away. This whole situation was going sour pretty quickly, and if he didn't do something soon, he would be toast. Still he tried hard to keep his composure. Without any other option, he pressed the button on the device through his pants as his hands started to raise into the air.
Just then, something strange started to happen. First, he was struck by a searing headache. Words started to dance through his head in an awkward, robotic voice.
"HOST BRAIN PROTECTED. OFFENSIVE MENTAL SHUTDOWN IN 5 SECONDS."
It shouted at him. He had no idea what that meant, only that the moment the words were said, his headache started to subside.
Five... four...
"Hey, as far as I'm concerned, she can either be captured by me or contained by 'the system'. And when was the last time the system helped any of us?"
One...
The countdown finished, and as it did, those within a very close area to him would feel an incredibly debilitating headache. The effectiveness would decrease at a longer range, but up close, it would be very painful. Enough to send someone to their knees.
When it was done, the device fizzled out in his pocket, leaving a dark sear mark on the back of his jeans.
The agent was now prone on the ground, holding her head. However, through the pain, she managed to say:
"You people...are worse..." before she fainted.
As for Emma, she can see the team her roommate mentioned, led by a 16-year old boy with red hair and green eyes, who, upon seeing Emma, rushed out to meet her, seemingly with no weapon. Should he catch sight of West, who might be moving to intercept right now, he would create a wall of fire with a wave of his hand, hoping to flummox and delay him.
If West wasn't pursuing, he'd create a wall of fire anyway.
As Emma came upon the team that was suppoused to be saving her, she was quite suprised by the appearence of their suppoused leader. She looked at him pointedly, "Aren't you a little young to be doing this?" She paused, and quickly backpedaled, "That doesn't matter. So, what's your plan? Are you supposed to be taking me dead, or alive? I would hope the latter."
He watched the agent collapse to the ground as his hand brushed the blackness on the back of his pants. If there really was a team waiting, then following after them was definitely not the path he should be taking.
"We are not 'you people'. At least my side didn't hang me out to dry when my life fell apart."
Instead, he went the way he came. He backed out of the building into the crowds and cut through, going the other way around. Loud chattering was happening everywhere between struggles in the tech lab and the fire alarm, but going around to the other edge of the building didn't seem to be a problem. From his hiding spot, he saw as Emma met up with another young man. His eyes widened as he watch the boy wave his hand, and fire errupted from behind them.
Now he remembered: Stefan Zimov. Another possibility on his list. One of these other "star children" that he was supposed to capture.
Now, the super power thing had been left out of his files. No matter. As long as he could sneak up behind them, he could nab them and go.
His shock baton found its place back on the inside of his jacket. Instead, he popped the cap on one his pen needles, leaving his other hand free to grab the shock baton just in case.
A knock out drug. That's all there was to it. But it was fast acting, especially when administered directly to the bloodstream. If he got lucky, maybe he could grab Emma too.
Two was always better than one.
"Alive," said Stefan. "You may not believe it, but we're here to save you. Now go!" he intoned with a note of command, before scanning his surroundings with a hard stare.
Then, as Emma would - hopefully - go to the team and their car, Stefan would flick his fingers, and a dumpster behind West would erupt into flames; a barely audible 'tsk' from the boy would imply that he missed.
"I know you're here, West!" he was shouting. "Come out, and no charges will be pressed! There might even be an amnesty for you in the making!" The boy's face was red with anger - or was it just the heat?
"You don't know what you're messing with!" Another eruption of fire. "It's us or War of the Worlds!" The implication behind that last statement was clear.
Emma followed the command she had been given. There was little time for any argument, as her intrepid pursuer was not far behind her. She hurried to the waiting car, pulling the door open and throwing herself inside. She knew she wasn't quite out of and danger yet, so, for the time being, she merely took a seat, not allowing herself to rest just quite yet.
((Written by Letter Bee as RedXCross left the game))
West was not going to listen to some teenaged brat; powers or no. He made to throw his pen needle -
Before his head got blown off by a round of assault rifle fire; Emma's roomate had gotten up.
Now, Emma herself was safe, safe and being taken to Area 51.
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