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I'm completely fine with that... but I don't think Taylor goes to the Academy. lol

@Mr Allen J

This is true, but I don't mind at all.

Also, does anybody have an idea for another story arc to get the other players (ie non-NEST) involved in? I'm thinking that Taylor throws a party, and something happens at it. We were thinking riot, but that might be a bit much since the attacks were yesterday.

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@Raijinslayer You gonna post soon?

@Mr Allen J

EDIT: From what I've heard from Allen, we're going to timeskip soon, so I suggest that peeps begin winding down their interactions. When nightfall comes, I will attempt to start another story arc for the peeps who don't have anything to do with NEST (so most of y'all).

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Sam Clarke

@He Who Walks Behind
@Mr Allen J

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Sam nodded quietly to Nightingale and got up from his seat. He still had about half of a beer left, but there was a battle to be fought. He looked down at his communicator and saw the message. Meta fight at the boardwalk. From the sounds of it, it wasn't too serious, but Sam could never be sure. Shrugging, he slapped a twenty on the counter and left the bar. By a happy coincidence, Sam's parking permit had yet to be accepted, and so he had parallel parked along the street. His car was a black 2013 Chevy Silverado. With police lights under the hood and a big ol' ram bar on the front, the car practically screamed "cop".

Sam, Condor, and Nightingale got in the car. Condor, who had drank the least of the three, drove while Sam sat shotgun and Nightingale sat in the back. Sam sighed and put his aviators on as Condor pulled out of the space. When a few asshole drives tried to cut him off, he flashed the lights and blared the car's siren. That got them to move right out of the way. Nightingale began to change into different clothes. Sam couldn't help but take a peek or two.

"Hopefully this is just a bunch of stupid teenagers," Sam said. "I beat the tar out of enough people yesterday."

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PLAGUE

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In the middle of a street in the northeastern area of Knightdale Rows, a manhole cover popped off and quietly slid to the side. One by one, the Fiends crawled out into the street, Roark carrying the injured Talia. Plague was the last to come up, and as he stood in the sunlight he looked around to get his bearings. Luckily, there were no people around to see him and no cars to drive past. This was the Ghost Town, an abandoned area of Knightdale Rows where no one was permitted to go. At least temporarily, this would be a safe haven for Plague and his men.

They made their way to a nearby office building and, seeing that the elevator wasn't functional, took the stairs to the fourth floor. They entered a large office space with rows of cubicles all around. It smelled of mold and rats. Cobwebs stretched between corners of the cubicles, and the windows were covered in a thin layer of grime. Everything was coated in a layer of dust. Plague found a table in an adjoining copy room and tossed all of the paper onto the floor. He and Daniel dragged it into the open, and Roark laid the wounded Talia on it. Byon, meanwhile, searched the floor. He returned a minute or so later.

"Floor is empty, sir," he said. "No one but us."

"Good," Plague replied. "Keep patrolling the area. We don't want anyone walking in on us. We may be staying here a while." Byon nodded and sped off. Daniel pulled up a few rolling office chairs. Talia took her shirt off so Plague could examine the wound. Her entire right side was bruised badly, and her radius was fractured. From what he could tell, she didn't have any broken ribs. If worst came to worst, he'd get someone to take her to the hospital. She wasn't a known member of the Fiends, so she'd get ample care.

Daniel and Roark, meanwhile, looked around the room for supplies. They searched tables, turned desks inside out, and broke into closets. They found little. Any food had been ravaged by rats and mice, and the water was filthy. On one of the walls, Roark found a first-aid kit containing a bottle of Advil, and Daniel found some cleaning supplies that he could turn into a bomb on the next floor up. It became obvious that the only way they could stay here would be for them to make it into Knightdale and buy supplies.

Plague used some ace bandages in the first aid kit to make a sling for Talia's arm (it wasn't a total fracture) and she took some Advil to deal with the pain. She would be down for the count for some time though, Plague feared.

"I have an idea," Plague said. "I think I'll be setting up a permanent base in this area. The Fiends do not have enough of a presence on Isabella Isle. This way, we may be able to eventually spy on NEST. It will be an excellent strategic advantage should we figure out a way to move between the area and the outside unseen. In the meanwhile, search the building. See if there's any supplies we can use, and see if there's a way into the sewers from here. Kill anyone who you find." Daniel and Roark nodded. Byon joined them as they walked down the steps towards the bottom of the building. Plague walked towards the windows and surveyed the land below him. This wouldn't be a bad place to setup his new digs. This way, Khan would finally see how capable and useful he could be when not in the shadows.

The Race for God's Pen: Space High Scifi RP

@All: Alright, cool. Glad so many people are interested. I'll be putting an OOC up later today.

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Bible Bill will stand atop a building and scream "THIS IS THE FLOOD OF MY FATHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! COME WITH ME AND ESCAPE THIS HELL!"

EDIT: A new addition to Plague's Chosen:

Psycho Gecko

Name:

Santiago Woods

Age:

27

Description:

Santiago is a famous jewel thief known in the city as “Psycho Gecko”. This is because Santiago looks, essentially, like a giant gecko. He’s five-foot-one, 140 lbs, with a generally humanoid body structure, a head like a Tokay Gecko, gecko-like hands, and a long, prehensile tail. His skin is blue with orange spots (like a tokay), and his eyes are orange with black slit pupils. Above his eyes are eyelashes like that of an eyelash pit viper. He has an incredibly-long tongue like a chameleon, and this causes him to speak with a lisp (like one speaking with a swollen tongue). His hands have gecko-like pads and webbing between the digits. Personality-wise, Santiago is a hyperactive kleptomaniac who steals for fun, not for profit. He is practically a ball of energy, and is constantly moving around. He is fairly annoying. Despite his propensity for trouble, Santiago is fairly good-natured and prefers stealth over straight-up violence.

Powers:

Santiago’s reptilian physiology gives him several advantages over your average human. Firstly, he has fingers like a gecko. Hairs on these pad-like fingers allow Santiago to climb any flat surface and hang on effortlessly. His reptilian eyes give him full-color night vision, and he has a vomeronasal organ. This organ is found in snakes and some lizards, and gives them the ability to smell by flicking their tongue. This gives Santiago an extreme sense of smell. Eyelash pit viper pits also give him the ability to see in thermal vision. If in doubt, Santiago can see you and you can’t see him. His eyes move independently of one-another like a chameleon, giving him excellent senses. Furthermore, chromatophores in his skin allow Santiago to change colors like a chameleon. Santiago does this to show his mood, and can also change his color to help him blend in (such as turning black in the shadows). This does not give him active camouflage like Sam or Talia, but it does make him harder to see. Santiago also has a tongue longer than his entire body, and can use said tongue to grasp things from a distance. Santiago is not very strong muscularly, but he can deliver a very painful bite capable of breaking bones and his tongue is very strong.

Weakness-wise, Santiago’s nose is extremely sensitive, and punching him there causes him unimaginable pain. Santiago is also, while intelligent, uncontrollably attracted to shiny objects, so he can easily be trapped. Finally, he is fairly physically weak with the exceptions of his tail and jaws.

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@ToadRopes

You are the bane of human existence.

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The best NPC ever.

“Bible Bill”

Name:

William “Bible Bill” Bryan

Age:

25

Description:

“Bible Bill”, as he is called, is a skinny and weak-looking Fiend who is known to frequent Fiend battlefields. He has long brown hair that is tangled and messy and comes down to his shoulders. Bible Bill is schizophrenic, and this causes him for some reason to believe that he is the second coming of Jesus. He runs around Fiend battlefields with a Gideon Bible that he stole from a hotel in one hand and a gun in the other, screaming about how people should follow him to paradise. His gas mask is grey.

Powers:

Well if his claims of being the Messiah are true, then total Omnipotence. His claims of being the Messiah are not true.

@Zombiedude101 I like the transference idea (mainly because I want to abuse it for a subplot), but him being able to right out steal powers is pretty OP.

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Do the Fiend lieutenants ever fight amongst themselves, like turf war-wise?

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Posted. We need a theme for the fight.

EDIT: Sorry for the double.

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Taylor Pierpoint

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"As for backing off, I’d really like to see you fucking make me. If you can, that is?"

That pushed Taylor over the edge. She clenched her fists and the snowflake dropped to the floor. Instead of shattering, however, it transformed into snow and began to swirl around Taylor's feet. The other water bottles in Taylor's bag then bursted and joined it, causing her amount of available ice to increase. She pulled as much water from the air as possible as quickly as she could and borrowed some from Meifeng's seemingly unlimited supply of water. Now knowing that she had enough resources, Taylor stomped as hard as she could. A thin layer of ice spread out twenty feet in every direction, coating any solid object that it touched (it did not, however, freeze Meifeng's pool). People all around began to back away as they could feel a meta fight about to begin. Some took out cameras and iPhones, videotaping it to put on Instagram. At Taylor's command, a thick palisade of ice shot forth from the ground, its razor-sharp edge stopping close enough to Aiden's throat that he could feel the point just above his scales. It did not touch him, however. If she could, she'd write this off as self-defense. Behind herself, Taylor caused six daggers of ice to form, all of them pointing towards Aiden.

"Yes, get her out of here if you'd like," Taylor said behind her. "Meet us at the piers in five minutes." She turned to Aiden.

"You have two choices," Taylor said to him. "You get your scaly ass out of here, or you freeze to death. Which would you prefer?" Taylor slid her flip flops off, allowing her bare feet to touch the ice. It was cold as God-knows what, but it would prevent the ice from melting, giving her a definite advantage in combat. The teachers at Academy 218 had taught her well. Control the battlefield, and you control the battle.

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Carole Elias

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Carole Elias was renowned for her ability to completely ignore entire situations that were right in front of her nose. In the past, she had completely ignored the fact that Academy 218 was being attacked by terrorists and took the time that everyone was away to figure out how much more closet space she'd get if she kicked Taylor out. Now, she was ignoring a fight between three rather powerful metahumans whilst flirting with an attractive boy named Brayden. This is what she had learned:

-Brayden was seventeen
-Brayden was cute with really good hair
-Brayden had very pretty eyes
-Brayden also had a very pretty voice. She wasn't sure exactly what he said, though. That stuff was never important
-Brayden liked her for her personality and extrovertedness, not for the fact that the more they talked, the more Carole puffed out her chest to make her large breasts even that much more fantastic.

Carole turned around finally when a very cold breeze touched her shoulder. She saw quite a standoff. Taylor had her icicles out, meaning there was about to be a fight, and there was a water manipulator with her. She looked at the guy. He didn't seem that strong. Hopefully NEST didn't show up anytime soon. Taylor would be fine, though. Carole was certain that anything her friend couldn't take, she couldn't help her with. She turned back around.

"Woah," the boy said "There's about to be one hell of a throwdown."

"Yeah, yeah," Carole said. "I see metahumans fight all the time." Oh God, she was losing him. Carole thought about how to get his attention back. She sat back on a table, placing her hands behind her, and casually tossed her hair with one hand. She began to speak in a much more sultry voice.

"So Brayden," she said "I'm having a party tonight at my penthouse. Maybe you should come. It'll be fun." She ran her fingers gently across his chest. That got his attention.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll be there. Damn, this fight is going to be off the hook!" He took his phone out. "This is what people really come to Verthaven for. They come to see these freaks beat each other up!" She was losing him. Fucking Taylor! She always stole the show! She had more boyfriends than Carole did back at the Academy, and she always attracted more attention than she did by showing off her stupid powers! This one wasn't going to get away from her, though. Not this time. Not again. Carole took a few steps forward and leaned her head on the boy's shoulder, as if looking at his camera.

"Hey," she said. "You know, I really like you. How about we, um, get out of here and go do something else. She placed one of her hands on his hip.

She got his attention again.

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Sam Clarke

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Mr.Jones by Counting Crows

"Well fuck," Sam said, drinking the end of his second beer. He nodded to the bartender, and he brought Sam a third beer. This was a fine amount of alcohol, especially considering that he was off-duty. Michelle's story had made him roll with laughter, but Carl's sobered him up a bit. He was reminded of exactly how dangerous this job could be. He sighed, and the bar counter became momentarily silent. At this point, the bar was beginning to fill up with more people, some NEST agents and some citizens just off of work. As no one else spoke, Sam figured it was his turn to tell another story.

"Oh, I've got a good one," Sam said. "Back in Mendel, there was this meta who was known by the name Titus MacArthur who acted as an enforcer for the Fiends." Condor looked down at his beer and tried to prevent himself from bursting out into laughter. "Now this guy was big. Like, really big. Probably a tad taller than Michelle and at least five hundred pounds. Now Titus was a really belligerent guy, and so the Skulls would have him run down people who owed them payment money and beat the tar out of them. He was strong, like, strong enough to lift a train car, and he had regeneration that made wolverine look like a sickly orphan.

"But this guy was, how do I put it gently, an idiot. My god, he was dumb. But this guy had killed a few people so NEST decided to send CONDOR and I to go take him out. We find him in an alley, straight running down a guy who owed the Fiends some money. We jump out, start shooting him. Doesn't do shit. We might've well been shooting him with beebees. Guy gets all pissed off, starts chasing us. Seeing that a literal giant was chasing us, we move our asses, jump over CONDOR's car, and make a break for the other side of the street. But dumbass is paying so little attention to his surroundings that he trips over a fucking car and landed on his face in the road. Like, he tripped over a damn Crown Victoria. Car was crushed, but he literally took himself out. We chained him to a flatbed and shipped him down to the prison. He's still there, the damn idiot. Tried escaping a few times, every time he does something so monumentally dumb that they catch him again effortlessly." As he spoke, Sam noticed Nightingale's eyes on him. She had such beautiful eyes. Shame he was married.

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PLAGUE

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The monster attacked, and Plague and his troops responded. The Fiend mook was killed effortlessly. The monster broke his neck and then tore him clean into pieces, throwing his leg at the retreating crowd. That drew some muffled screams from the group, Plague included. It tossed Talia, sending her flying against the wall and, as Plague correctly predicted, breaking her arm in two places, as well as bruising her right side pretty badly. Seeing no alternative, the group of Fiends ran away, running down the tunnels and finding the nearest grate to enter the rest of the sewer system. Byon carried Talia after a while, as she was lagging behind. They came to a grate, and using his last RPG Daniel blew a hole in it. They climbed through and got to the city's main sewer lines.

They walked across the maintenance paths on the side of the tunnels, being sure to stay away from the diseased sewer water. Every once in a while, Plague would stop and spread some of his sweat on the walls. If investigators followed them, he could infect them. He wasn't worried about fingerprints. He was already one of the six most-wanted people in Verthaven. Roark kept his eyes on the water with his gun at the ready. He had heard stories about these tunnels containing giant sewer monsters, and he wasn't convinced that the red behemoth was the only one. At one point, he swore he saw the head of a salamander staring up at him, but he convinced himself that it was his imagination. Daniel walked at the front of the group, his flashlight lighting the way. He was always the one who came prepared for things like these. The pipes were narrow here, and they absolutely reeked. Plague assumed these were the pipes spanning the channel between Estella Isle and Isabella Isle.

Soon, the group arrived in a wider set of tunnels, which Plague assumed was Knightdale Rows. This was now a rather hairy situation. NEST Headquarters and Academy 12 were both on Estella Isle, and both would be under tight security at a time like this. If they got caught by NEST agents, they'd be in deep trouble. Plague scoured his mental map of Verthaven. There was only one place on this island where they could be safe. He sighed.

"Follow me," he said. He took the flashlight from Daniel and led the way.