Lord Wraith

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

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^{T H O R E A U & W E S T O N}

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^{A Collab between @Lord Wraith and @Hillan}

They were overwhelmed.

Zeke couldn't help but notice that the convoy was getting small by the minute. No matter how many he repelled, how many he zapped, the rioters seemed to just keep coming as the mob continued to swarm them. Even Tarvos seemed to be having trouble as the man reloaded his gun for a third time. An expert marksmen, Tarvos had only been aiming at kneecaps and elbows but it wasn't enough to deter the mob. The only thing that would stop them was lethal force but lethal force was a measure that Zeke was not willing to take and Tarvos wouldn't condone.

"We have to run." The brogue accent came from behind Zeke as Tarvos took down two more rioters. The gunshots rang in Zeke's ears as he turned to listen to the former commander of H.I.T. while producing a repulsion field.

"We won't accomplish anything holding our ground here." Tarvos continued. "We need to get the convoy on the road and regroup. They won't chase us far beyond the city."

"Sound enough." Zeke replied as he turned to hurl a lightning bolt. "How do you propose we give the convoy the room?"

With a tap on Zeke's shoulder, the rugged hype let his pressence be known. "Sup." Marcus spoke, turning to Tarvos. "Hi Chief." Of course, the commander had sniffed the drunk since he and Gareth had come to the convoy, Marcus's terrible taste in cologne and the alcohol on his breath gave him more than away.

"Long time no talk, and what not. We're not gonna win this fight, not with acceptible casualties, anyway." He began, crouching behind cover, to dodge bullets that much to his surprise were repulsed thanks to Zeke's powers. Leaning over to Tarvos, pointing at his empty gun.

"Got a spare?"

"No point in wasting the ammo." Tarvos grunted. While the help was appreciated he would have preferred it wasn't a washed out former agent of his who struggled with soberity. "Did you forget how to use your particular talents Weston?" Tarvos barked as he motioned to others in the convoy to move back. "A gravity field would be quite the asset about now."

"See, problem with that is, you have to pull your people out." Marcus spoke, turning to Zeke again, nodding his head as a greeting.

Turning to look at Marcus with a slight expression of awe, Zeke could only utter one haunting word as it suddenly clicked exactly who this alchol soaked man was.

"Winnipeg."

"Not the time Thoreau." Tarvos growled knowing full well it wasn't in their best interest to trigger Weston's PTSD. "Weston get that field up, repelling the bullets is a novel idea but if they can't move that'd be even better."

"Seriously, Cheif T, you best get a move on." The gravity manipulator spoke, peaking onto the battlefield. He really wouldn't have minded if Tarvos had given him more ammo, but this wasn't the time to argue with his former commander.

"Lets get this convoy moving people!" Tarvos yelled before turning his head as a sound caught his attention. Suddenly an anguished scream rang out before it was quickly snuffed. The same strange sound suddenly echoed in his ears as it got closer. It was almost like a 'Pop', a bursting of air.

And then he saw the source.

There was five of them. Appearing out of nowhere, eyes glowing like hell itself as they unleashed what could only be described as laser on the rioters.

"No..." Zeke muttered as Tarvos turned to him.

"You know them?"

"They've already tried to kill me once." Zeke spat as the horrific beings moved towards the group. "I don't know what they are but they're not Hyperhumans."

"GET THIS CONVOY MOVING NOW!" Tarvos roared to the others as he motioned to Thoreau and Weston. "You two with me. Forget the rioters, they're the least of our concern at the moment. Protect the convoy at all costs."

"Someone trying to kill you, Zekiel? What did they do, dunk you in the water?" Marcus mentioned as he rose up. His eyes lit up with the golden hue with the green tint - the same shade of color that signaled that he was using his powers. "All right. Here goes nothing." Pushing his hands forward, he created a zone of approximately a hundred feet in a diameter where he increased the gravity by a hundred times - forcing every man, woman and hillbilly inside of the area to the floor. Yet, the five beings that had appeared where not inside of the area.

Marcus kept holding the field up while following Tarvos. "Zeke, we're taking my ride."

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Let me clarify my demands:

@Tyler

Well if you insist :P

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

@Tyler Well I still plan to post as Mari, just can't promise it will be frequently.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, moving on is good.... But in the other this is pretty much the kiss of death. A double whammy as it were. A) you just admitted there's no direction and B) that you're falling out.

And I really, really liked this one too. D:

@Blue Demon

As Hillan already pointed out, this is the type of RP that doesn't need an overarching plot. It's always been a sandbox and while I have led it with a heavy hand, I don't actually need to do so. There's no reason why you guys can't keep playing your characters and going through school and ARC sessions.

I'm not so much falling out as busy with school, my activity is limited in RPing over all despite the fact I find myself constantly wanting to write more but unfortunately I need my grades kept up first and foremost.

Mari and Aiden aren't really even crucial to anyone, I'll try to get a post up for Tyler and Sam but otherwise the rest of you are pretty much free to move without waiting on interaction from her.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

You guys are free to advance this thing without me. Honestly there's no over arching plot so have at it! My hands are rather tied up lately so please don't wait on me if you want to keep rolling.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

What about the differing viewpoints between the vigilantes and our PRCU/HIT members?

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

And I know this is long overdue but...

• WEEK 2 | With the cast assembling do you believe more antagonistic interaction will come from within the convoy or through outside forces?

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

Hopefully we can get the ball moving and get the convoy on the road now.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

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^{E Z E K I E L T H O R E A U}

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There were few things in life that brought Ezekiel Thoreau as much please as the sensation of a few hundred horse power between his legs. Of course he would have preferred it to be a Triumph over a Harley any day but like beggars, thieves couldn't be picky. Going around the city had seemed like the obvious choice if he wanted to make it to the rally in time, however Zeke had forgot to take into consideration just how little he knew about the area and how much he enjoyed riding a good bike. Passing the same exit for the third time that afternoon, Zeke shook his head as he gun the throttle into a hard turn. The tail end of the bike slid around as though it was part of him as he brought it to a stop. Looking up towards the sky, Zeke studied it intensely as he tried to find something to navigate with. Nighttime was obviously easier and while he had glimpses of the sun, the storm clouds were doing a pretty good job hiding it. The smell of the ocean had been getting stronger so he must have been heading South.

Or is it East?

Zeke pulled the helmet off his head as he massaged his temple briefly. It was at times like this he wished he did carry one of those 'smartphones' but Zeke hadn't owned an electronic device longer than a day before he shorted it out or wiped it clean with a magnetic pulse. Plus when you live on the run, a cellphone just seemed like an unnecessary expense, especially when you had no one to call or text.

While he would have preferred to be left alone to his thoughts, it seemed fate had other plans as a large truck suddenly raced out of the city followed by an older model muscle car. Another vehicle came after that, and another. Guns were hanging out windows as people screamed and hollowed, obviously riled up by something or someone.

Then it hit Zeke.

The rally.

The convoy!

These people were essentially a twenty first century lynch mob. They had traded in their pitchforks and torches for tazers and .45's. Revving the powerful bike, Zeke forced his way into the stampede of vehicles as he weaved in and out of the erratic drivers thanking the military training he had received at P.R.C.U for each questionable maneuver. People cheered him on as he did, it was a bizarre sensation knowing that they simply assumed he like them was in a hurry to kill people whose lives they deemed to be irrelevant. Lives that were equal to their own in every way except they possessed a very different set of talents, talents that he himself possessed and would be killed on the spot for. But P.R.C.U. didn't raise Zeke to be a coward, they didn't teach him to control his powers simply to hide. He was able to defend himself and this wasn't vigilantism this time, no this was being a decent human being and standing up for others. This was standing up against murder.

A bolt of plasma erupted from his hand as he struck the back axel of a truck in front of him. The metal superheated as the tires suddenly went up in flame. The smell of burning and melting rubber encompassing the area as the rims began to grind into the rough road. Sparks flew every direction as the driver began to lose control of the vehicle, the back-end fishtailing all over the road before it suddenly rolled and bounced. Gunning the bike's throttle again, Zeke drove under the flying vehicle as he created a magnetic repulsion to carry the vehicle into the ditch.

His victory was short lived as searing pain suddenly burned through his arm. A bullet grazing his shoulder as one of the vehicles behind him opened fire.

"KILL THE FUCKIN' HYPE!" A voice screamed viciously over the roar of the numerous vehicles as Zeke dipped the bike between another set of vehicles. Seeing him appear there, the drivers nodded at each other as they moved to crush Zeke between them. Passengers raising their pacifers and firing. Two sets of tazer prongs dug into Zeke's skin as the triggers were pulled. Feeling the electric pulse enter his body and provide a quick recharge he couldn't help but smirk. The Fairchild idiot had scammed this crowd, his 'Hyperhuman Pacifier' was no more than a glorified tazer.

"Thanks for the boost folks." Zeke said with a mook salute as he repelled himself from the bike and landed on the roof of the vehicle to his right. His stolen motorcycle cried out in protest as the engine was snuffed out and it fell to the ground, vehicle after vehicle swerving out of the way of the fallen bike until a large truck simply trampled it. Losing control as the motorcycle became lodged underneath its front axle, the truck went sliding off the road before hitting the ditch and rolling. Zeke smiled slightly before jumping from the roof of the van beneath him and magnetizing himself to the next vehicle. Bullets flew from underneath him as the deluded riots began to fire from within their own vehicle in an effort to kill him.

Coming around the bend, Zeke jumped to another vehicle as the convoy came into sight. People were scrambling for their vehicles as the rioters began to hoot and hollow once again. People were practically jumping out of moving vehicles as bullets and tazers began to fly. Innocent Hyperhumans were immediately killed, dropping to the ground pumped full of lead as the frenzied people continued to taze their dead bodies. Zeke wanted to be sick, he wanted to cry but something inside him prevented that as he pushed off from his current perch. Electricity encompassed his body as he launched forward like Zeus' thunderbolt.

Dropping the first rioter he saw, Zeke deliver his own fist as a tazer dropping the man into a series of convulsing seizures. Covering a nearby group of Hyperhumans with a magnetic field, Zeke nodded to them to run as he decided to be their first line of defense.

"Appreciate the backup Thoreau." A familiar voice called as Zeke turned to see Tarvos providing cover fire to another group of fleeing Hyperhumans.

"Always happy to help Sir." Zeke replied with a nod as he pushed himself to expand the field.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

<Snipped quote by Wade Wilson>

No, it's just Wraith that's stereotyped like that.

How else do you think he wrote all of that information in the OP? Funky brownies, I tell you.

@Hillan

Simply not true. I like the late Lewis Carroll prefer the glorious perfume of the poppies.