Rawk

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

As if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders, having Jennifer’s presence next to him wasn’t just mere superfluous eye-candy, but instead her aura seemed to permeate a calmness that transcended beyond anything Vincent had felt in awhile. It was as though the raging creatures living inside him were held at bay by a mysterious force, unexplained, but still very real nonetheless. His skin didn’t have the same eerie sensations he’d experienced moments ago and that was just fine by him. Vin caught the girl’s sweet scent, a mixture of hair conditioner and light perfume she was wearing, hoping that it would sustain itself in his memories forever, or at least as long as possible.

Jennifer motioned a hand toward the balcony as she spoke to Vin, mentioning the majestic view she had of the cityscape, until a crash in the kitchen suddenly broke her off mid-sentence, and broke up the moment as she rose from the couch to head over to the kitchen. Vincent turned to see one of the clones vanish, apparently unexpectedly, and he glanced over at Nate, who appeared perplexed. The kid’s theories and explanations of what may or may not have just occurred were hard enough to follow, and yet Vincent couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor bastard.

“Shit, I can’t imagine what that’s like bro, but…” Vin thought about holding his tongue, but then continued. “...maybe it’s a reprieve. You said yourself that the clone’s memories, emotions, and whatnot come flooding in, but maybe now your head can finally take a break. Maybe?”

Vin wasn’t sure if that really helped Nate at all, especially knowing that he’s the last person anyone would want to ask for advice or guidance about anything psychological, or…supernatural, as it were. He barely understood himself, so how in the hell could he decipher the mental train wreck of anyone else?

@Subject Zero
@Xandrya

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

In @Thundercrash's last post, Eric was being sent to the mine shaft by Eli, so that should give @Remipa Awesome some breathing room, yeah? Of course if he's gone too long, then well...those mine shafts can be dangerous...

Just saying ;)

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Well done @Xandrya :) Although I wouldn't get too hung up on how much time elapses, as I imagine the numbers are rather arbitrary. I'd just keep it at "several hours of no power", and leave it up to the author to get creative.

In any case, I'll get a post up tomorrow for Vin, since I'll be home late.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Vin took a seat on the couch, and sank into the cushion until his head rested comfortably against the backrest. He was dead on the his feet since the last chaotic episode he’d had in the bathroom, and his thoughts drifted off for a moment, allowing the calm ambiance of the apartment to sooth his racing mind. He didn’t notice when JJ had re-emerged from her bedroom, but her voice caught him off guard and snapped him from his reverie otherwise. He lifted his head and instantly transfixed on her, noticing for the first time, all her radiance and beauty. He’d only known her for a short while, but up until this point, he’d been so consumed by every emotion that could be thrown at him in one fell swoop he’d never really seen her. But this was different. There she was, the woman who had sacrificed a part of herself to save a wretched creature like Vincent. A man who didn’t deserve it, but was nonetheless healed through her powers, albeit, with a heavy price she had to pay. Nevertheless, in that instance, Vin felt genuine adoration for her, something that he hadn’t felt in more years than he cared to count.

“Wow, you look great...” Was about all he could muster up at the moment, until Nate decided to slip his hand behind his head, causing Vin to move a few inches away from the creep, followed by a barrage of exclamatory remarks targeted at him.

He returned his attention to JJ. “Ah, yeah, I think we got close enough. Oh, and by the way, I took the liberty of tossing my clothes in your incredibly awesome washing machine. Figured we’d be here for a bit anyway, so...uh...” He brought his voice down a notch. “Hopefully that’s okay with you, yeah?”

He turned back to Nate, shooting him a sour expression. “And can you keep your damn brothers in check? I swear they snoop around like lost puppies!”

@Xandrya
@Subject Zero

Star Wars: A New Beginning

lol...yeah, I should have something up by tomorrow.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Lowered Expectations

_{a collab with @Subject Zero}

Vincent leaned his head back against the wall, staring up through half opened eyes at one of the Nates who had shuffled into the bathroom asking about all the commotion.

“I have no idea, bro.” Vin responded, releasing a long breath of air. “No. Idea.”

He drew a knee up toward his chest, positioning himself on the shower floor so at least his midsection wasn’t in complete and awkward view of the guy standing there. Not that it mattered much to Vin at this point, since there were certainly more pressing concerns than his dignity.

“What are we anyway?” He asked, closing his eyes to hopefully clear the migraine that continued to beat around in his head. “And what the hell did I do back there and, more importantly, why can’t I control it?”

"What are we?" said Nate, echoing Vin's question. "Well that's a loaded question...Handsome devils for one." He turned and planted his back against the glass of the shower, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground as he continued "Maybe we're mutants...Maybe we're superheroes...Maybe we're just people who have been through some really messed up shit." Nate glanced over at Vin for a second, realizing that he really had been through a lot. It would have been a lot for Nate, nevermind a civvie. "I don't have the answers." He informed Vin "...But I plan on finding them. That's why we're going where we're going. Maybe once we get there we'll figure out why you can do what you do...Or, better yet, stop doing what you do...I don't want to end up like that poor bastard in the alley."

Vin shook his head, cringing at the thoughts of those wildly chaotic scenes playing out in his visions, not quite grasping whether it was truth or simply what he wanted to see.

“Are you planning on killing her? JJ, I mean?”

Nate scrunched his face up at the question, looking both confused and annoyed at the same time. "Kill JJ?" he asked. "No. I mean I know she's annoying but not so much that I'd put a bullet in her...Not yet anyway." He turned to Vin again and said "I'm a bodyguard. Not a killer."

“Hey I’m just asking questions bro, trying to wrap my head around the shit storm brewing over our heads. It seems every-fucking-where-we-go, someone or some thing is trying to end us like yesterday’s news. My head is filled with unimaginable shit I’ve never experienced in my life. In fact…” He paused for a moment, hesitant to even broach the subject. “Forget it. All I know I owe her, and I don’t want to see her dead. Not by you, not by anyone...”

Vin reached to grab the towel hanging on the hook, and wrapped it around his waist as he slowly stood to his feet. Holding the wall for support, he stepped from the shower onto the cool tile.

“Well, I either need to get the blood off of those...” He said, pointing to the cluster of bloodied clothing on the floor. ”Or, I find replacements.” Vin glanced up at Nate and smirked. “I don’t know if you’re actually Nate or a copy, but it must be nice not having to change.”

Vincent picked up his clothes, walked out into the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed, which had probably been the softest landing he'd experienced in the last couple of days. He lifted his arms and examined the tattoos, which he'd had for nearly ten years, never having any problems with them trying to kill other people, or him. "Mutants." He mused aloud, thinking back to what Nate had said and guessing he'd read too many comic books lately. He then dropped both arms to his side and stared up at the stucco ceiling, tracing the lines and imperfections in the patterns.

"But what else could we be?..."

"Awesome." was Nate's response to that as he followed Vin back into the bedroom, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he went. "I mean think about what we could do if we actually figured out how to use these powers properly." His shoes were kicked off and were quickly followed by his pants. "We could be pretty awesome." He gathered up the clothes and tossed them to Vin on the bed before saying "I'd give you the underwear too but I don't think we're at that stage in our relationship yet." Nate stood with his hands on his hips for a second, clearly thinking about something and then said "Y'know what? I'm a nice guy. Here." A pair of boxer briefs were then thrown at Vin, landing on his chest.

Vin lifted his head and made a sour face, as he tossed the boxers off to the side. "What the fuck, you fucked up-" And then he noticed the pile of clothes lying next to him that Nate had apparently given him in his own twisted manner. "Ah, shit...I see what you did there."

He sat up and looked at the clothes, and back at the fully naked Nate, and couldn't help but laugh, possibly because of the absolute absurdity of the whole situation, or maybe he was in fact going insane. Either way, the one question still begged to be asked:

"Where they hell do these clothes go when you disappear?"

"No idea." answered Nate after he had thought about it for a moment. "But won't it be fun to find out?"

There was a lot Nate didn't understand about his powers. Where did the extra matter come from. Where did it go? He knew enough about physics to know that matter can't be destroyed. It was simply transformed. But what did that mean? Was he converting air molecules into human life when he created his clones? The implications of that made his head hurt so he decided to change the subject. And Nate always fell back on annoying others when he wanted to avoid a subject.

"So I bet this isn't the first time you've been naked in a bedroom with another man." He winked sarcastically at Vin, knowing that it would weird him out.

"Actually no, but I was also stoned out of my mind and I'm pretty sure nothing happened..." He paused for a moment to think, then shrugged as he grabbed the pile of clothes Nate threw on the bed, and handed them to him as he walked by.

"And thanks but no thanks. I think I'll take my chances with JJ's washing machine, provided I can find it." He said, patting Nate on the shoulder, picking up his bloodied clothing, and heading out into the living room area where he tried to guess where the laundry room might be.

The clone followed after him, not bothering to put his clothes back on. Nate, having emerged from JJ's room, looked at the situation, noting that Vin was only wearing a towel. "I don't even want to know." he said, throwing his hands in the air.

@Subject Zero
@Xandrya

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@AcerRo



...I mean..."us"...

O.o

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Well, we don't know who Rey is, but I think the entire starkiller base was redundant.

@frapet

And the irony of it all is that the "Starkiller" character (from TFU) isn't even canon.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Nah, JJ won't get off that easily.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

“Where the hell are we?” Vin’s head was still spinning even while he staggered arm-to-arm with JJ toward the elevator, and trying to keep his balance while going up to the apartment, as the cloudiness of his nightmarish visions slowly cleared away. The realization of what transpired earlier didn’t dawn on him until he noticed his blood-stained clothing, shifting uncomfortably at the horrid sight, and wanting to be anywhere but in his own body. His life had taken a turn for the worse, and he didn’t know how to escape it, not this time. He’d always had a contingency plan when things went awry, an excuse, some close acquaintances that could bail him out at a moment's notice...but this was different, and his list of escape routes and allies grew thinner as time passed.

Vincent found himself in JJ’s apartment, leaning against the threshold of the door to the spare room, which the woman had mentioned he could use to “unwind” while her and the Nates took care of whatever business. He looked out into the large living room, running his eyes over myriad of ornate furniture, ceiling fixtures, and artwork.

“This chick has some taste, I’ll give her that...” He mumbled under his breath, catching a glimpse of the hauntingly interesting seated statue near the rear windows. “...must be an old boyfriend…”

He smirked, trying to mentally separate himself from the harsh reality of his powers...his curse, which was a more likely fit for him. How was he to control something he didn’t understand? Did the rest of them suffer from the same disease? Vin didn’t know if what he saw in his vision was at all prophetic or merely a trip down the road of guilt, as though his own misdeeds and shortcomings were catching up to remind him of just how flawed he really was.

“Why the hell am I here?” He mused aloud, shaking his head in disbelief as he turned to go into the spare room, clumsily searching around the closet for linens and such, before stepping into the brightly lit bathroom fashioned in an semi-Tuscan style decor, and finished with spanish floor tiles that gave it a more welcoming feel.

I certainly don't feel welcome.

Vin locked the door behind him, and stepped up to the oval mirror above the sink, examining his face for the first time since he left his own apartment. How many days has it been? Even his watch was missing, so time was as elusive as everything else that occurred. He rubbed his dirty stubbled chin, running blood-encrusted fingers over the bruise on his jaw and cut on his forehead. Vin's body briefly quivered, and the skin felt like it was crawling, as though he were coming off a bad acid trip, but way more lucid.

He unbuttoned his shirt, quickly removed the soiled rags, and let them fall to the floor as he glanced over the various symbols, patterns, and creatures that covered his chest and arms. The serpent that wrapped around his forearm, bearing a fanged skull, and sharp talons appeared to slowly slither in place, causing Vin to recoil in surprise.

“What the...?” His voice echoed off the bathroom walls, as he frantically shook his arm, and attempting to brush off the creature. He held his arm up, staring at the image again, which appeared to be unmoving. The tribal, woven patterns along his upper arm left a numbing sensation that pulsated before settling back to normal.

“Shit…” Vincent quickly removed the rest of his clothes, jumped into the shower, and turned on the hot water, which started out as a soothing cascade across the otherwise awkward sensation of the tattoos to outright pain as the water hit it’s peak temperature.

Vincent grunted loudly in between screams of pain and anguish as he did his best to scrub his body, hoping to wash away the wretched nightmares that continued to manifest on his skin, and his soul. The long scaly wyvern creature that adorned his chest squirmed and lashed it’s dark wings out violently, attempting to pull itself from it’s host. It was a feeling of one’s skin being pulled away from the muscle one layer at a time and a pain that brought the man to his knees, as he reached for the hot water handle to turn it off.

“What...the fuck...is happening to me?” He slumped down onto the shower floor, propping himself against the tiled wall, shaking uncontrollably as the tattoos began to settle as they once were.

@Subject Zero
@Xandrya