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Target Locked #4: Target: The Hounds of Humanity #1

Location: Square of Hound engagement, Lost Haven
Time: Late afternoon - Day of Hound Attack

It didn’t take long for Kayla to scout the area she signed herself up for. Though there wasn’t much in the way of Hounds besides weapon caches for the terrorist group to return to, there were televisions in the rooms on all the news stations, as if something big was waiting to go down. As she watched in horror, the news about three places being devastated or destroyed by a weapon started to break on all of them. The people of Paris, TX; Nautican Island, MA; and Philadelphia, PA were all wiped out or outright killed as all bar Philadelphia were wiped off the face of the planet by weapons in orbit of the planet. The archer’s eyes widened in horror as the news broke out, left speechless at the thought of thousands of men, women and children were killed. Reaching for the radio on the belt, she pressed the send button. ”Guys, turn your attention to the news…” she spoke, her voice hiding little of the shock of the news. She carried on watching as all the news channels were cut out and a shadowy figure replaced them on all the screens. This was the first time that Fletch had seen a worldwide message from The Hounds:

“We warned you. We told you that compliance was non-negotiable. Yet you chose not to listen.”
“The time for talk has passed. From this moment on, you are either with us or you are against us.”
“We are coming, and you will either stand with us, or you will burn with them.”

Whatever the message’s meaning was, the pit of Fletch’s stomach began filling with anger. How dare these… these monsters! she thought to herself, gritting her teeth as the shadowy figure was replaced with the news channels that got cut off for the broadcast. Her right hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into both leather and the exposed skin to either leave their mark in the glove or draw blood. She turned and began walking out of the room, holding the radio in hand. ”I’ve got to cut my time here short. I need to help out with whatever has happened. In mind, she has one thing that she needed to do: get answers to what has happened. And she was planning on finding any of The Hounds that are still operating somewhere in Lost Haven to get them.

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Location: Driving through Sherman Square
Time: Evening - Day of Hound Attack

Fletch raced through the streets to get to her destination of Little Ulster. She figured that she’d start in that area of town and slowly expand her search until she found The Hounds. And to think this was to be done with the Penose, she thought, concentrating on the road ahead of her to avoid crashing. As she raced through Sherman Square, her eyes looked over to the Sherman Center. She could only imagine that the terrorist group were planning on targeting this city next, seeing as this is the hub for all the famous meta superheroes today reside. It was only the fleeting moment that she saw Icon and Iron Knight that she realized that a response was happening in the aftermath of this attack. Without hesitation, she put her bike into a skid, stopping several meters from the group that was forming. As she took off her helmet, she was listening in to the conversation that the group were having, recognizing Lyger in the group as well.

“If you all remember back to the Pax crisis three months ago, a heroine named Archangel used orbital strikes surgically to destroy quite a few of the dome-generating devices hidden across the country. I believe that the Hounds have somehow stumbled upon one of these satellites and have repurposed it for mass destruction. I have no idea how this WMD had fallen into the Hound’s hands, although I can only guess that S.T.R.I.K.E. saved one as an insurance policy. But I do have a plan.”

”I’ve repurposed one of Archangel’s old chassis. Since they both should have the same technology built into them, we should be able to exploit the satellite’s programming. Maya here has graciously agreed to help us out by running the exoskeleton.”

“I was at the university the day it was attacked, I destroyed those towers. This is the bit of technology I fished out that they used to hurt metahumans with - a special sound frequency. Probably the same shit we’re going to run into again. If you want to dismantle that satellite you’re gonna to have to do it properly. I’m the woman for the job. I have as much at stake, Lost Haven is my home. And. . .” Fletch watched as the unknown woman was talking to the other heroes in the group, seemingly looking at each of them in the eyes. “I’m going to help whether you like it or not.”

“If you’re willing to fight, we can use all the help we can get. Maybe it’s time we took this conversation inside.” Icon responded to her. Seems that I’m in the right place to help out with this Hound shit, she thought to herself.

“I was about ready to make the same suggestion. We need to make a plan of attack so the Hounds can’t use that satellite to murder countless people in cold blood.”

”If you guys are after the bastards that caused all that damage earlier today, then count me in,” she spoke up, looking at the group on top of her bike. ”I don’t want them to target here next, not when there are lives at stake.”

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A Man Out of Time #5: Back Against the Proverbial Wall #2

Location: Pacific Point, California

The bullets pounded the psionic barrier like torrential rain from all directions and in The Wanderer’s mind, he could feel each bullet hitting at their respective points in his head. He didn’t dare think about how strong the barrier was as he faced near-mental exhaustion. Every time he felt like the barrier was going to fail from the exhaustion, he shrunk the barrier smaller until it barely encompassed him in a human-sized cocoon. If the barrier faltered for even one second, it would be game over and history would repeat itself over again. Then how would he live with himself in his last dying thoughts that billions of people would die from the nuclear holocaust that would result?

While the thoughts were racing through his mind, the Hounds continued their relentless barrage, tactically timing their reloads as to not give him an opening. While the barrier is small, it was stronger than it had been when he first put it out. The mutant always looked around to see what his options were for an escape or a counter-attack, but most things came up with nothing. It was only when his options seemed to have run out that a voice came to him in his head. ”Do you think that is the limits of your own abilities in the aether?” It was then he thought back to the person who spoke those words.

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Time: What is supposed to be Midday, 195 years in the future
Location: Near what’s supposed to be Pine Bluff, Arkansas

The wasteland had been as The Wanderer remembered; desolate and void of almost all life. He remembered this memory to be 10 years after he had been put into then exile for his transformation from human into a mutant. And it was 9 years since he met him. A flash of purple shone through the barren landscape, bringing him closer to the source. As he drew closer, he saw dead vegetation near the source and decided to hide in them to see what was going on. As he pushed through the dead bushes that stood in his way to get a better view, he got a glimpse of what was going on: one of the many sparring sessions he had with the person who trained him in a lot of the psionics that he knew now. He remembered that moment in his memory that he had just gotten the hang of his beam and combat-enhancement abilities and was practising them with everything he had back then. He watched as his younger self despite the abilities he had back then get swatted aside by a mutant he called The Scholar.

“You’ve got to stop wasting your abilities so needlessly.”

He could remember the frustrations he felt that day when he got back up to try and strike the elderly mutant at least once in the sparring session, the objective of this particular session. He watched as his younger self reactivated his combat-enhancing aura and launched himself again. Now looking back in hindsight, The Wanderer thought about how foolish he was not using the advice he received to help himself back then. He knew that he had been exiled a year ago at this point, but it was no excuse for the rage-fueled assault. He could only watch as the attempted attack was simply dodged and swatted him aside, causing the younger man to crash onto the floor. The frustrations reached a boiling point at that point, ”Why can’t I hit you?!”

“You are focusing on the direct and being blind to everything that is around you.” By then, the young Wanderer sat up and looked at his teacher. “Psionics isn’t just about seeing what is in front of you and trying to find the shortest means possible to get to that point. Do you think that is the limits of your abilities in the aether? The psionic energy is all around us, no matter how strong or weak you are and you can use that to your advantage. Consider this a quick lesson: stand up and pull up your barrier just facing towards me, using everything you have.” The young man stood up and complied, pulling up a strong, directional barrier between The Wanderer and The Scholar. “All you are concentrating on is trying to breach what is in front of you, like so.” The elder mutant raised his hand and started a barrage of psionic balls against the barrier, which crashed on the surface harmlessly. “What you need to realize is that there are many paths you can take to reach the same destination. What do you see from your barrier?”

The young man looked puzzled at first, but as he let the question sink in, he noticed that the barrier had been protecting him from the direct attack and there is a lot of things that the barrier doesn’t cover. ”There’s only one direction the barrier is protecting me.”

“Correct. If you concentrate on just using psionic abilities directly, sometimes something can be overwhelming that you won’t be able to achieve it is that you want to do. If you cannot overcome what is in front of you, you always find a way around it and exploit the weakness that is front of you.” As he finished, he launched another small psionic ball that seemed to be directed at the barrier again. However, instead of it hitting the barrier, it stopped short and shot to the left of the barrier, going around it like it was nothing. The barrier disappeared to encompass him as the ball surged towards him. A moment passed as the impact of both the lessons and the attack sank in. “I’ll conclude this session early while you think about what was mentioned just now. We’ll carry in with this at the next daybreak.”

The young man bowed and simply walked in the direction to where Settlement 149 was. A few moments later, The Scholar turned to the lone bush that was nearby. “You remembering the memory of this session?”

Taken by surprise by the eyes of the elder Mutant looking at him, The Wanderer emerged from the bush and approached closer. ”You know that I’m here?”

“I know that you are not here physically as this is only just your memory, but there are a lot of things in the realms of psionics that you still need to learn.” The Scholar sat down on the barren ground as the time-traveller did. “This had been an important memory for you as you took the words to heart and improved dramatically. You know there is much you need to learn still.” He paused for a moment. “I see you are on the defensive against these… Hounds… and are stuck on trying to find a way out. Seems it to be fitting that you thought back to this lesson.”

”I’ve done everything I can to think of a way out, but I can’t seem to think of a way out. Not while I have my barrier up to protect me.”

“I see… I would say that this lesson I taught you before you got to where you are now still applies. However…” The Wanderer looked at The Scholar as the elder mutant looked into his eyes. “I can tell you something that you’ll need to learn as well, though this is more of an observation from the hours of teachings; You are a person of absolutes. You have a tendency of either throwing an absolute defence or creating an onslaught of immense attacks. Both of those are impressive to watch, even by my standards. But, you seemingly don’t transition between the two without pausing to think about what to do next. You have a lot of things you can do with psionics, you can transition from attack to defence with them and vice versa. I won’t decide what you are to do in your situation, but I can see one way of doing it that you should be more than capable of doing. Now is the time to learn about transitioning from one state to another and develop it to your already impressive abilities.”

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Location: Pacific Point, California
Time: Present day

The Wanderer snapped back to his reality. The bullets are still pounding on the small barrier. He looked around again, focusing with his psionic eye. The psionic lines were still flowing, more than they had done in the future. However, it then he noticed that the Hounds were completely surrounding him. However, this observation wasn’t new to him. It was what he could do in that situation that he now observed. None of them were moving from their spots at all. So, that’s what you could see eh, old man? he thought to himself. He chuckled as he began to focus once more. His body began to sprout the purple flames of the psionics that emanated from his ever-present aura. This aura engulfed the barrier in its fierce flames. He drew upon every ounce of his psionic aura left in his body. When he was ready, he said one thing that all of the armoured men could hear.

”My turn…”

For the Hounds that surrounded him, time went slowly as they witnessed what happened after those words. The Wanderer simply lashed out, roaring in anger as the built-up energy was unleashed. The barrier simply shattered as he began his assault. In its place, a wave of energy was unleashed similar to the wave that the world felt on that day. However, as it manifested on the planet, the energy had matter to push through. The pushed air sent a shockwave that stopped the bullets dead in their trajectories. The psionic energy itself manifested in the air molecules itself as heat is produced. All the common components of a high explosive detonation. The energy that produced the explosion ripped through the Hound lines as if they were nothing. Everyone in the immediate area was killed by the shockwave outright. The following explosion itself sent bodies and broken parts from the vehicles apart. The shockwaves even smashed out the windows in the area and caused distant cars to blare out their alarms. The buildings in the immediate area were damaged by the explosion to the point where they were structurally unsafe. Apart from the impact crater that the explosion formed, the rest of the road seemed to be untouched.

In the aftermath of the explosion, The Wanderer collapsed, his energy almost spent completely in the psionic explosion of his barrier. His breath was ragged and hard, sweat poured from his brow. After a few moments, sirens heard in the distance, the mutant got up from the center of the crater and staggered away, leaving little of him behind as he weaved past body parts and debris. As soon as he was clear and away from everything, he walked into an alleyway and collapsed once more behind a dumpster. It was only then that everything went black.

Create-a-Hero: High School Edition!

Alright, I'll throw Kayla into this. As mentioned before, Wanderer and Psion won't be in this.

Kayla Mason

Character you have created:
Kayla Mason

Alias:
Formerly known as Fletch

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using):
#E38C2D “Fire bush orange” for speech. Simple italics for things that are in her mind.

Character Alignment:
Neutral Good - Hero

Identity:
Known in school (not her secret identity though)

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Character Personality:
Unlike her regular personality in the normal dimension, Kayla is more of a social butterfly. Due to the attention she has gotten due to her archery, she can easily hold conversations with anyone that wants to talk to her, no matter if it is with her best friend Mia or with a complete stranger. As a social butterfly, she seems to have a natural charisma about her and has a very good interpersonal skills to accompany them. However, if there is anything that came from the normal dimension to the pocket dimension, it’s her personality when confronted with something she doesn’t like. She can be ruthless, calculating and vindictive if wronged to a point where she seems to act like a total bitch.

Appearance:
Kayla has a diamond-shaped face, her face evenly tanned except for a few faint tan lines across the bridge of her nose and from the corner of her eyes to the tops of her ears, though as a teenager, her face is more rounded to how she looked in the normal dimension. Her eyes are upturned in shape, with her irises cognac brown in colour. Her nose is small and snub in shape, complementing her downward-turned lips. She has a few freckles in the area where her cheek bones are, which are slightly present. Her ears are medium in size, her right ear pierced twice in the detached lobes and a bar through the top while her left ear only has one piercing in her ear. Finally, her head is topped with very long, charcoal black hair that is often kept in a ponytail kept behind. She has a straight, lithe body shape that is toned like an athlete.

Uniform/costume:
For her general leisure clothing at school, she wears the following clothes; slightly ripped bootcut jeans that are faded black in colour; shirts that are slightly loose over the top half of her body; an interactive smart watch; running trainers of different shades of black, grey and white; and white-framed sports glasses with a smoky grey lens.

Origin Info/Details:
Kayla was born in Palm Springs, CA, to Thomas Mason, a USAF Combat Rescue Officer and Koko Morris, a retail manager of Black Foot descent. Her childhood involved moving about to towns and cities close to where her father was stationed. During one of the moves when she was 7 years old, she saw a local archery club and had a go doing the sport. She instantly fell in love with it and picked it up, also moving from club to club during her childhood and some of her teenage life. When she was 13, her parents filed for divorce due to the strain on the marriage of Thomas going overseas, with her mother winning her custody. They subsequently moved to Lost Haven to begin a fresh, stable life.

As she came to grips with the stable life that was about to come, she was signed up to Lost Haven High School as she was growing up, meeting her friend Mia Rice during one math class that Mia had been struggling in. Just before turning 14, she was noticed during one archery competition by a USA Archery coach and began training her for the team for the past 4 years, going all over the world to compete in the sport. By the time she was 16, she reached a career high ranking of 12th in the world U18s. When the news of her reaching the rank reached the LHHS, she had been given permission to do archery at the school and popularity came to her without warning. Since then, her rankings have been holding steady into her late teens.

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Hero Type:
Human

Power Level:
Street Level

Powers:

• Archery: Having been an archer for over 10 years, she has an understanding in the care of her bow and is able to shoot at any distance and shoot with near-precise accuracy. If her sight is out of range of her target, she is able to estimate the distance and shoot the distance, often with good enough accuracy to injure the target.
• Photographic Memory: She is very good at remembering a lot of things. This especially comes in handy when she needs to remember what it is that she has written down without any hassle, whether it is for school or whilst she is out.

Attributes:

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 54.5kg
Strength Level: Average Human (archery is Athletic Human)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Average Human
Endurance: Situational, Athletic Human for archery, average everything else
Agility: Human Level
Intelligence: Above Average (borderline Genius)
Fighting Skill: Mastered in archery, unskilled everything else

Resources:
Funding is surprisingly Large as she has USA Archery. In terms of her used equipment, it’s Average, though expensive.

Hider

• Bow: Unlike her normal self, her teenage self isn’t restricted to previous injuries inflicted until after her degree. As she is sponsored by Win&Win Archery, her recurve bow consists of the Win&Win Nano Max in black, white and orange. The limbs that are used for the bow are the Win&Win INNO EX POWER, limb strength set at 34lbs on a draw of 28” on the 68” bow. The string comprises of Fast Flight material in orange and black. During her normal practices, she uses the Fuse Carbon Blade stabilization system, though elsewhere she uses Fuse Flexblades in black. As someone who is pedantic with replicating every shot, she uses a Win&Win Clicker Carbon. Finally, to ensure that she is aiming correctly and the arrow is further stabilized, she has the Shibuya Ultima RC Carbon Sight, Shibuya Magnetic Arrow Rest and Shibuya DX Gold Tip Pressure Button. To keep it all in one place, she keeps the bow, dismantled, in a specially designed backpack to carry along with her usual bag for her school stuff.
• Arrows: Her arrows are a carbon fibre-aluminium composite arrows that allow for them to fly quickly from the bow. Both sets are fletched with black and orange feather vanes with an orange nocking point that has a small LED embedded in them so that she can retrieve her arrows to make her appearance in a crime scene non-existent. As she is a teenager and retains the memories of her normal life, she doesn’t have the means to develop all of the usual arrows. Instead, she has two choice of arrow tips: broadhead and target pile (don’t snicker, actual archery term)
• Hip Quiver: As she no longer has the technology to use both her leg and hip quivers, she solely relies on her hip quiver for holding all of her arrows. Her quiver is the Bearpaw Traditional quiver in black. In the quiver, her Win&Win Tab, orange Beiter armguard, finger slings and archery care equipment are stored. In order to keep the arrows in the tubes whilst she is running, neodymium magnets are glued to the bottom so they don’t come out unless when she needs them.
• Backpack: Instead of keeping things in her leg pockets, she carries around a sling backpack that carries around her consumable goods such as:
  
  
  • Small first aid kit: She has a first aid kit of bandages and dressings just in case she needs to treat light wounds of herself or the person she is protecting. She replaces the used items at various pharmaceutical stores in the city.
  • Food and drink stuff: As she trains a lot, she needs to consume more to meet her daily calorie needs.
  • School stuff: Because you know… school.
• Motorbike: While she does not have ‘Twister’ as in the normal timeline, she is not without a motorbike. She instead has a Ducati Scrambler Sixt2 in complete black. She’ll normally keep her keys with her as she wouldn’t be able to wire a thumbprint recognition device to it.
• Mobile Phone: Linking to her smart watch is a Samsung mobile phone, funded by USA Archery and comes with all the necessary archery apps that Kayla needs to succeed in archery.

Weaknesses:
While Kayla is an impressive athlete and archer, she is still human and can be injured like one. This is not helped with her costume being geared towards mobility, speed and practicality to use her bow. Another flaw she has is that when she is at full draw, her concentration is purely on the target, so is vulnerable to attacks from any other direction.

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Supporting Characters
Thomas Mason – Estranged Father
Koko Mason – Mother
Mia Rice - Childhood Friend

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Target Locked #3: Let Loose the Hounds of War

@Indy Cooper@Athinar@Alternax

Location: Square of Hound engagement, Lost Haven
Time: Early afternoon

To be honest, Kayla wasn’t expecting much of a response to her using a radio that belonged to law enforcement. However, after a few seconds, a response that cleared up at least what was going on here and why she had to pull away from finding Nemesis. "This conflict will not be resolved until all of the Hounds are apprehended, killed, or incapacitated. The Hinds are the biggest issue, take them down." As the person responded, the archer looked over the fight, seeing who was the one that responded to her. She did see someone out of the ordinary go into the van. Though she wasn’t able to see him clearly, the fact that he wasn’t wearing any of the clothing of the so-called Hounds and the other group with a large-ish thing on the side of his belt made her think that he was the one who responded. And whatever was in that van was probably going to be used to hit the remaining choppers that were in the air. Asking for two more seeds from the plant marsupial, Fletch did the same thing with them to the arrow and began aiming at the next closest chopper and began to aim.

She was about to release the arrow when she saw them fire. Fletch began to run to the next building to jump onto but the resulting explosion stopped her in her tracks. She looked over her parapet and saw a hole that was left in the building. Seeing that she was not the target, she began aiming again. However, as something covered in flames shot out of the hole past the helicopters, she paused and safely eased the tension in the bow. She just managed to hear what the flame-covered figure said, “I was looking forward to an easy weekend, let me help you show you what I mean!” Shortly afterwards, electricity shot out of the figure, damaging the two helicopters to the point that their rotors stopped. Two large hands rose from the earth to catch them. She thought she had seen everything when she was with War-Pulse and Evergreen, but she hadn’t caught a full glimpse of a meta using their powers. She found it rather awe-inspiring rather than scary as by now, she was just accepting the new norm with the metas around.

She turned back to the black van the man hopped in just in time to see it drive off to an alleyway. Even from this distance, the roar of the machine gun was audible. Shortly after the gun stopped firing, the same man jumped out and began scouting around. Just as he checked one area, one Hound emerged with the assault rifle and turned towards him. Thinking on her feet, she raised the bow again and shot at the man’s feet, remembering that she had the seeds attached to the arrow tip. The weight of the seeds on the end at such a long distance had caused the arrow to drop short, but the resulting explosion from the arrow had sent the Hound flying back into the alleyway where he came from. Another Hound had started to emerge from the alleyway but was met with another arrow to the leg, sending them to the floor yelping in pain. Grabbing the radio, she pressed the send button ”Not sure about you, but I think there are more of those Hounds in the alleyway that is nearby. My arrows might make it, but I think you can take care of those as you’re closer.” Putting the radio back on the belt loop on her right hip, she began drawing arrows and shot down at the Hounds below her, raining arrows down with deadly accuracy with the aim to maim them out of the fight.

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After all that, she had managed to come down from her perch and joined up with the rest of the people that had joined up in the fight against the Hounds. She managed to gather up all of the arrows that were used, punching the lights out of the Hounds that had them embedded in various limbs. There were some that she’d never recover, but at least they’re in a million pieces as a result of their explosions. Though now that everything was over and done with, she could get a look at the people she had been assisting. The first man was the one she spotted on the rooftops and spoke with on the radio. She simply nodded at him, attaching the compound bow to its clasp on her left hip. The other guy she assumed was the one covered in flames that took down the other two helicopters. She didn’t look at the woman that was with them simply because of the way she glowed. Over the past few hours, she had to deal with gangs warring with each other and tracking down a meta that had been taken by Richard Midas, so she was exhausted and needed some form of sleep to recuperate from the events of everything.

"Thanks again for your help, boys and lady. We're going to be sweeping for stragglers, like the Captain said, and I'd certainly feel a lot better if you stuck on for a bit. Me and Tiamat are also supposed to be talking to local heroes, either about joining the force or at least helping us out with info… Anyway, any help you kids feel like giving would be greatly appreciated."

Kayla had acknowledged the girl that had arrived in the group. She raised her right hand to her chin, her thumb and index finger grasping her chin as it curled into a fist. Her eyes though the yellow lenses appeared to be someone in thought about the proposition about joining the force or not. ”I’ll definitely help with finding the stragglers,” she finally spoke, lowering her right hand again. ”Probably be best if we start taking groups to each side of the plaza and work back a couple of blocks until we reach the police lines that would no doubt be up from this fight.” She paused for a second, thinking about the offer. ”As for joining the force, I’d need to think about it. I have a lot of things on my cards at the moment, especially with finding a certain meta and tracking down the Pe…” She stopped herself from finishing as she doesn’t know how much information the police have said about her and the possible involvement of the Penose in whatever they have against her. ”Regardless, I’d be more than happy to pass on any information that you’d require for any future investigations.”

“While we’re here, I’m Terra Firma.”

Fletch looked at the guy who took down the other two helicopters. He agreed to make a sweep of the area, given his flight capabilities. She noticed that his hands were held out to form a handshake with the others that were here. She pondered on the thought for the moment, ”While it is nice to meet you, Terra Firma, I hope you’d understand if I don’t shake. Had too many incidents in the past where trust was abused.” In her mind, she wanted to trust the heroes that were around her. But each time she thought about trusting someone, her thoughts turned back to memories of Jason and things that happened during the months after his murder. As she thought about the memories, Archie made its appearance and climbed out of her trouser pocket to her shoulder, its eyes looking at others in the group”… The name is Fletch and this little fella is Archie. Anyway, we should start that sweep to make sure there’s no pocket where the Hounds are holed up in.”

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Target Locked #2: Objective in Sight

@Indy Cooper, @Athinar, @Alternax

Location: Financial District, Lost Haven
Time: Early afternoon

Bang.

Fletch had been waiting for hours in the alleyway across from where Richard Midas brought Racheli in. By now, Archie was curled up on the railing above her, soaking in the rays of the day. Placing her bow to one side, one of her arrows propping it up so it was ‘standing’ on one of the limbs, she sat there and waited. By now, her backside had found a comfortable position on the cardboard that was conveniently placed on the metal platform of the fire escape so to not be painful to sit down while scoping out the place.

Bang.

What had also been convenient for her was that one of the kids threw a ball up onto the same platform that she was on and hadn’t had the chance to collect it. It was certainly more entertaining for her to use than the one other thing that would possibly be used. I wonder how Archie would react to this, her thoughts wandered as she paused her ball throwing to look at the sun-bathing, plant-based sugar glider. She then pushed that thought out of her mind. Evergreen did give her Archie as a companion to give her other ideas to use for possible arrowheads, so it’d be best not to piss off the previous owner to use his creation as a makeshift ball to use in times of boredom. Maybe I’ll keep this ball with me just in case.

Bang.

That time, she threw the ball a little bit too hard. Not enough that it sailed over her head when it bounced off of the wall, but enough that it pushed over her gloved fingers and toppled off of her perch onto the ground below, landing into a pile of trash bags next to her bike. ”Shit,” she grumbled, watching helplessly as the ball landed with a plastic thud. The marsupial woke up from its sun-filled slumber and began glowering at her. She sneered back, ”At least I’m doing something instead of sleeping.” With that quip, the marsupial started to curl back up into the sun.

However, Archie bolted straight up which caught Kayla’s attention. ”What is it, Archie?” It wasn’t long before she began to hear it, although faint in the sounds of the city: gunfire. And judging from the sound of it, there seemed to be a huge gunfight. Now torn, she looked towards the building that Racheli was in. Fletch needed to get into contact with her at least for Evergreen’s sake, but she didn’t know how bad it was at the gunfight. There could be innocent people there, she thought, gritting her teeth whilst doing so. In the end, she let out a frustrated groan, slamming her left fist into the metal railing. She picked up her bow and arrow from its resting place. ”Come on, Archie. We need to go.” As the plant creature scurried off into her pocket, she jumped over the railing down to the ground. While the impact stung her legs, the concoction that Evergreen made for her had made her legs slight durable from the fall, though the big increase was her reflexes and agility. As she got onto the bike and started it up, she thought about something. ”Archie, can you create as many seeds as you can while we investigate what that noise is?” Not waiting around for too long, she throttled the bike, tyre spinning with the rapid acceleration as she sped off to the source of the sound.

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Location: A square, location of the Hound’s ground assault
Time: Early afternoon

Parking her bike in an alleyway a block away from the source of the gunfight, Fletch was already up on a nearby building, watching in horror as the Hounds and whoever they were facing duked it out in the square. Despite seeing the presence of metas down below, with everything that has happened before, she wasn’t fazed by it at all. Although she wasn’t at the scene for long, she had gathered that the Hounds had at least two vehicles with LMGs and the LHPD, she assumed, had at least 2 metas. Not wasting any more time, she dropped from the roof to the ground, an arrow flying off of her bow to hit a Hound dead in the chest. She landed and rolled, grabbing another arrow from her leg quiver as she did so. Moving from damaged car to damaged car, she approached the plaza. She quickly sent arrow flying, each of the broadhead tips thudding into their intended target with deadly accuracy.

It wasn’t until she saw the water dragon that she heard it. At first, it was faint, but the cyclic thumping of helicopter propellers was recognizable. As they came into sight, they began firing at the water dragon that was wrecking havoc in the plaza. Fletch managed to catch a glimpse of the meta that was in the head of the dragon before everything went to hell. The attacks from the attack choppers had caused the meta’s creations to go into a frenzy, attacking everything within reach. She barely had noticed one of the tendrils launching a swing at her that she managed to dodge the blow. She saw Hound and LHPD getting struck with all of them that made her retreat. As she grabbed one of the grappling arrows, she swooped down and picked up a fallen soldier’s radio that belonged to the meta’s group. Before a nearby tendril had a chance to swing at her, she fired her arrow up to a nearby building, rappelling up the building with her retractor glove as the body of water slammed into the storefront below.

Standing up on the roof, Fletch snarled at the attack choppers as they continue to mow down the combatants on the ground. Grabbing another arrow from her back quiver, she turned to where her companion was. ”Archie, I need two of your seeds.” As she had asked, the sugar glider held out two of the seeds that he created for her to grab. Holding the tip of the arrow to her, she slid the seeds on either side of the arrow, careful not to cut the seed too deep. Nocking the arrow onto her bow, the archer drew the bow and carefully aimed at the closest chopper. She felt her shoulder muscles and rotator cuff engage as she pulled the string back beyond the wall of the bow. I hope to god that Evergreen is right about this, she thought just as her drawing arm snapped back, sending the arrow flying towards the chopper.

BANG!

The arrow had hit its mark, the projectile darting straight towards the tail of the chopper. The two seeds were cut in half as the arrow thudded against the centre of the propeller, causing a chemical reaction in them. Although the seeds were small in size, they packed enough chemicals in there to cause the whole tail of the chopper to explode. With no tail to help keep it in the air, the chopper span out of control as it tumbled out of the air into the ground, causing mud, grass and metal to explode into the air as parts of the propeller disintegrated itself and the ground it was cutting through. With one chopper down, she reached for the radio she had obtained and pressed the emit button. ”Now I know that I am late to the show, but what the hell is going on here? Who do I need to shoot at to get this conflict resolved?”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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A Man Out of Time #4: Back Against The Proverbial Wall #1

Location: Pacific Point, California

It felt like an eternity since his encounter with The Psionic Nexus. The Wanderer’s energy was drained from the night of encounters of the small pockets of men from the Hounds of Humanity. Luckily, he hadn’t sustained many more injuries from the initial two encounters and the bleeding from his shoulder had stemmed off into the clot-covered clothes while leg injuries were bandaged by his barrier ability. It is surprising the things you’d have to do to survive the Wasteland, especially when there are other mutants outside of the Behemoth to worry about. While the wound would need to be looked at by someone who would have an idea on what to do with bullet wounds, the barrier would hold everything together so the mutant could achieve whatever goal is in his mind. The goal in mind now? Finding this ‘Voyager’ that the psionic wolf spoke to him of. And what better place to start his search was the location of the psionic event that occurred hours before.

With each minute passing since his encounter with the Psionic Nexus and the large group of the Hounds, The Wanderer’s mind thought about the next attack that the group would have planned for him. He thought that the group would know the fate of that group by now and pin the blame of the scene on the mutant himself. And if the group’s actions had expanded the number of men needed to take him down went up from that small group that attacked the woman to 25, then what would the group size be to avenge their fallen comrades? While facing the squishy nature of humans was simple enough for the mutant to stomach, facing such a large number of them is a prospect that even he didn’t want to face. He’d rather face 25 Behemoths at the same time than face a large number of humans with technology that he never knew about. But still, he would march on, persevere through any challenge that would come his way. Even if it means living a lonely life in a time so unfamiliar to him.

He emerged from the streets he had been walking through and entered a relatively quiet park. In his psionic eye, he still sees the faint aftermath of the psionic event. The has a feeling that in the next few hours, he would be at the site and would begin his search there. He first checks to see if the coast was clear. If I were the Hounds, this park seems to be a good place to hold an ambush, he thought to himself, drawing his rusting revolver. While he was still holding onto the wounds with his barrier, he can’t focus on using his other psionic abilities; especially when there isn’t a need for him to use the other psionics at the moment. When he sees that the coast is clear, he moved from the street he had been travelling down into the park. For the first few minutes upon entering, everything seemed ordinary, besides the usual lack of human activity.

About halfway through the park, The Wanderer heard crashing sounds from all around him. The familiar sounds of various vans and people carriers roared closer until they emerged from the treeline, headlights blaring out straight at the mutant as they sped towards him. With six rounds in the chamber and more than that in the number of cars, The Wanderer simply began running. At times when the cars were upon him, he phased out of their path and carried on running. Bullets flew through the air as sub machine guns rained down bullets upon him, though they either missed or were deflected off of short bursts of barrier that he conjured. The leg wounds started to bleed again as there were no longer anything to hold the pressure. After a few intense minutes, he emerged from the other side of the park, with all the cars emerging at various intervals along that edge.

With the open streets around, The Wanderer thought that he could escape in the numerous alleyways that the warehouse buildings had and, eventually, the rooftop. However, that plan was ineffective as he faced a whole barricade of Hounds, blocking off the street that he’d planned to escape through. Not sure on the exact numbers, but he could estimate that there were at least 40 of the black-clad terrorists that faced him, with two in each of the pursuit vehicles that had chased him. All of them armed with assault rifles or mounted LMGs and all muzzles were trained on him.

“Open Fire!”

Without any time to think of any other plan, the barricade started firing as soon as The Wanderer threw up a dome to protect himself from every angle. It was at that moment that the group began spreading out around him, preventing any form of escape while they focused fire on the dome. While the dome did protect him from the onslaught of bullets, it certainly would not last forever. If he had been fully fit then he could laugh off the ambush until they ran out of bullets, but each impact on the barrier was felt in his mind, slowly losing his focus on keeping it up. It was because of that focus to keep the barrier out that he can’t concentrate on an escape route to phase jump to. He had to admit it, but he was trapped here and the prospects of him getting out of here alive were getting slimmer by the minute.

The Prophecy

Hey guys!

After a lot of considerations and looking at the word document to try and type up a post, I've sadly decided that I've lost interest in the RP at this moment in time and must bow out for the time being. A lot of things have happened IRL at this moment in time that needs to take priority and although I'm not leaving RPG forum itself, I need to cut down on RP commitments until I can get my life together. It is a shame as I've been a huge fan of the storyline of the RP since I first joined it nearly 10 years ago. However, I do intend to return once stuff has been sorted out (maybe as Ixion, maybe as a new character).

I wish everyone all the success for the future of the RP and hope to see you guys soon.

M3

The Prophecy

<Snipped quote by Shienvien>

That does sound like a plan. I should have enough time tomorrow after work to get a post down (injured my ankle so it's restricting me from going tot he gym until I've had it checked out).

@Mercinus3

Change of plans there. My computer decided to update itself and it's now stuck in limbo with the update (this message is sent from my phone). Will try to get it sorted out so I can get a post down as soon s possible.

The Prophecy

@Rhae/Merc: Hmm... Could probably still have Jordan spot Morgan ... but keep Ixion/Yanin close by, just in case he starts looking too much like a dinner (whether it's Ixion or Yanin who happens upon them first depending on how early into the next year Merc gets to posting, I suppose). Would at least get the three/four of them together. What do you two think?

@Shienvien

That does sound like a plan. I should have enough time tomorrow after work to get a post down (injured my ankle so it's restricting me from going tot he gym until I've had it checked out).

The Prophecy

I should be getting a new post up in the beginning of the new year.