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Replicant beamed as the receptionist got on a line with the director to announce his presence, as she had done so many times before. Wait wait wait, ma'am? The director wasn't a woman, what was going on here? The issue further compounded when a woman's voice replied agreed to let the two of them enter together. He felt the need to open his mouth in confusion and pseudo-protest, but quickly shut it. This was far too interesting and bizarre. If there was a change in the position, then he was supposed to have heard about it... Wasn't he? Or was this some assistant woman he'd never met that was filling in for the usual director?

The very second the hero entered Alice's office alongside the girl, he had to prevent himself from doing a double take. She was... Fascinating, to say the very least. So very intriguing. He needed her in his lab. Like, now! She offered a drink, which he had to politely decline, before bringing up the issue of who would speak first.

"I do apologize little lady, it must be very troubling to have your business cut in front of like this, but I'm afraid that REPLICANT is here on official Protectorate business! The kind which concerns life and death, heroes and villains! Out of the necessity of the greater good, you will have to stand aside like a good citizen and wait your turn. My deepest and humblest of apologies, little Phoenix girl." The hero put emphasis on nearly every other word, and produced a small jar and cotton swab with which to take a quick sample from the young girl. After which he turned to "director" Alice.

"You will find that our business is... Exceptionally important, miss." He gave a friendly wink, not too flirty but definitely more than platonic. "It concerns your friends, the ones closest to you."

@Old Amsterdam@Sickle-cell
I reckon i'll hold off posting till tomorrow. Nothing major has happened yet that I need to respond to - The Circus will be starting to prepare in two IC post's time, my healer will never speak first with Replicant there, the fight hasn't moved on and I don't feel like stealing Ifrit's blood-borne WMD yet.

As such, the only thing I'd really be doing is speaking to Automaton.

Plus I might have spent more tiime that I realised filling out a CS for another roleplay but that is entirely besides the point, I assure you =P

Even if nothing more happens, I'll still post tomorrow, just wanna give it another day in the hope someone at least takes a potshot at someone else to give me a reason to break out some more epic =P


Not to nitpick, but there's 1 thing. With both other players gone, Anonymous is by his lonesome now.
I will post tomorrow. Didn't get much sleep last night. Spent countless hours just staring at the ceiling. Pretty shattered, so any post is likely to be incoherent nonsense :-P


That'd make a pretty sweet basis for introducing a stranger that alters people's perceptions with illusions and mindbending. ;D
Replicant at the Zenith


As soon as he was able to swab a sample from the new tinker's arm, Hubert popped the little cotton ball into a small jar he had kept on him, then observed it very closely. Invisible to the naked eye, even to those untrained in microscopes, he could see with perfect clarity. The microorganisms that lived upon his comrade's body. These would need to be safely stored and experimented on. In due time. Then Bryson inquired if he could show the man around the tinker workshop. Hubert looked up, only just realizing where he actually was. He put a hand behind his head awkwardly.

"Heheheh, sorry, buuuut I'm not the best for those kinds of tours. Most of the tech in there I wouldn't know from a shovel, you know? My power is kinda hyper-focused, but I'm sure the others can give you a better tour!" Removing his hand from his head, Hubert took a dramatic stance, clenching his fist as he posed. Just like a hero. "In any case, I've got someplace to be. The Center for Disease Control was supposed to report to me this morning, but never did, so I've got to go check on them. But you have a great day, new guy! Bryson! Ifrit, the destroyer of evil! Yeah!"

Without further fanfare, Hubert ran in the opposite direction. He had places to be and people to see, after all. All the while people either stared in bewilderment, or shook their heads in acceptance. The man was an odd one to be sure.

@SkinnyTy





Replicant at the CDC


The always stalwart and great hero Replicant strolled through the doors to the CDC right behind a young girl. She spoke sheepishly to the receptionist, looking a bit passive. He decided it would be best to interject and help the young lass! "Hello young 'Phoenix,'" he began, bellowing his words with bravado. "That's no way to introduce yourself! Try it with more confidence. Like this! Good lady, I have been notified that I am a Phoenix, and I need to see someone immediately! Please and thank you." The last bit was hastily added on under his breath.

"You're welcome, little girl. I am Replicant, proud tinker hero of the Protectorate! Greetings Tiffany," he added to the receptionist, beginning to stroll right on past the desk. "Just popping in to see the director. I didn't get my weekly check in, so I decided to pop on down in person! Hahahaha!"

@Sickle-cell@Old Amsterdam





Anonymous


"I believe they understand the risks and objectives involved at this point, Mr. Maxwell," the young man's voice rang through each of their heads. "We should perhaps get going now, my esteemed colleagues? Daylight wastes and time, well time is money as they say. Heh heh heh."

Finally! The carving was complete. Anonymous held a small wooden fork in his hands, and twirled it around to get a good feel for the tactile sensations of such a device. He'd never used one before. At least, not that he could remember. There was no need. What those people had done to him, to his face, it somehow supported his body without need of food, water, or oxygen. He couldn't begin to grasp how such a thing worked, but it left him... Strangely curious. How did one eat with a fork?

Stay back, man! I've got a gun! Don't hurt meeeeeaaaaargh!

Go fuck yourself, Johnny. I was stupid enough to believe you the first time you cheated on me, I won't let you back in my life again.

My social security number is 682-49-2290 and my date of birth is January twelfth, nineteen eighty-nine. Let's go with the Gold membership package.

Sold out?! Aw man, but I just got paid today!


How did one eat with a fork indeed.

@Sickle-cell@hagroden@FancyHats
@SkinnyTy A couple summaries were made for Sickle, which I have placed below. That said, you don't necessarily need to know all the details to jump in.

@Sickle-cell
Alright, here's the important bits:
The Jacks completed a mission, losing several members for various reasons, and getting replacements. They're currently on mission two, stealing some mysteries crates from a train yard warehouse.

The Wards completed a mission, losing their leader and having another quit and disappear. They got their replacements, and have been training and schooling since. They're heading out on their next mission: the exact same place as the Jacks. Combat will ensue.

The Minutemen have been all over the place with only one real mission. They're currently deciding on what to do with the rest missions given to them at the moment.

Lethal Force has been out getting info on the Community... Which has just bit them in the ass, resulting in a new Cape with unknown power and the Community actively attacking them.

The Community itself is in the middle of a bit rally, showcasing several big power Capes and the powers of their leader, Patriarch.

And that's the most important stuff lately. If you'd like more details, I'm sure someone will happily oblige.


@Sickle-cell

*deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaath*



I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING. If I got anything wrong, people are free to correct me. And I forgot some details. Hah.


Edit: Od course Eklispe ninja'd me. Why wouldn't he? :P
@Sickle-cell Not a big deal, just wanted to point out there's no change in headers between Anon's group and Replicant/Ifrit.
@Sickle-cell I was going to have Replicant catch on to Alice'sshenanigans by virtue of working directly with the CDC and finding their lack of checking in with him as unusual andwkrth investigation.
@SkinnyTy That's exactly what I was going for!
"OUT OF THE WAY! DEADLY FLESH EATING BACTERIA ON THE LOOSE!" An airtight jar filled with something a putrid green was rolling down the hall at breakneck speeds. The man shouting was well toned, highly muscled, wore a tattered lab coat with combat paddings, and every attempt he made to grab the jar seemed only to spur it further out of control. Down the stairs went the, thankfully, nigh indestructible glass jar. Bounce bounce bounce along each step it took while its pursuer practically flew down the stairs he skipped so many steps at a time. Oh man, if the director found out about this runaway specimen, he'd be suspended so hard. If she found out that it wasn't your standard flesh eating bacteria but a virus designed to overwrite your DNA to urinate uranium (urinatium he called it) then he might as well pack his bags for the Birdcage!

"STAND ASIDE, VERY DEADLY, LET THE PROFESSIONAL HANDLE THINGS!" The man pushed through a crowd of PRT employees to get to the jar. Finally the rolling menace came to a stop and he was able to snatch it. "Huff. Puff. So. Out. Of. Breath." The man took a look at the jar, reading the label and his eyes opened wide. This wasn't Urinatium! OR flesh eating bacteria! This was his cancer medication, oh man! Grumbling, he produced a syringe from his tattered lab coat and jabbed it through the top of the jar, pulled some of the green substance out, then injected himself in the neck.

"Aaaaaah, that's the good stuff." His eyes practically rolled back in near orgasmic bliss. That's when he realized he wasn't alone. There he was, standing in front of the tinker workshop with some new person he'd never seen before checking his phone. Wait, new person? "AH! You must be Ifrit! Welcome to Boston, welcome welcome! I'm Replicant, you've probably heard of me! The tinker with disability, eh?" In the same motion Replicant held out his hand to shake his fellow hero's, he also produced a cotton swab and moved to rub a sample of Ifrit's skin cells from his arm,

@SkinnyTy@Sickle-cell
WOO! Finally got that update out! Thank you so much for your patience, everyone, and I really want to apologize. I've been sick off my ass, but also have had some more serious health concerns that came up. I had an MRI which confirmed that my worries over my brain were just that: worries. Hopefully that means that my usual writing times have opened back up again on a more permanent basis. :D
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