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silently kicks self for messing up the code name* i knew that, i was testing you boss lady, you passed.. good job.. lol. jk, sorry Sun for messing up your code name, will change it
that works for me :) its whatever you want to make it really
Michael's Debut post is up. *Grins*
TOBIAS


When the Gate opened, Tobias shot the Solar Streaker right through before he braked, coming to a stop then hopping out. "welcome to Paradise Land" he said to the children, helping each one out standing them beside the Solar Car, then kneeling in front of them. "everyone here is friendly, and will not hurt you" looking around quickly, he spotted Marcus, giving a nod back to the gatekeeper. "thanks for the quick gate open" he called out. then he saw Jacob coming down the wall. "Jacob, good to see you out of the Reactor" Tobias knew what it was like to be looked at as an oddity and freak, he had just had fully fuctional tail not to long ago, people stared. knowing Jacob wasnt much on words he then caught Ramera with Sun, and he motioned for Sun to come over. "this is Sun, and he's going to take you two and Clo" looking up at the Harpie. "to the Medical building, you find any bed you want and you lay down and rest up, once i come back, i'll come and check on you, and make sure your alright" smiling to help ease their worry if they had any, he stood and leaving them in Sun's Capable hands he went to Marcus. "im heading back out, i heard Fen's call, and i dont like leaving Ravenia and Anora out there alone" he said, speaking loud enough so all those gathered would hear him.

MICHAEL


He had been in his "Command Center" when he heard the call, he knew it was a summons for the warriors and the Blessed Ones to gather, it was time.. standing at exactly 4ft in height, and he didnt weight ninety pounds soaking wet, Michael put his belt on, and strapped it tightly, having to loop it twice before it stayed up, not suprising as he had at least eight stolen or as he claimed "found" knives of all types on it, tucked in here and there. he was wearing his sleep Pajamas. he had small scars on his arms and hands, and his feet were rough like sandpaper, but being a warrior was hard work he always told himself..when he was ready, actually putting shoes on this time, he crawled out of his command Center, which to everyone else was an old Dog house someone had built for a big dog, and he took off running, he had to hurry or his aunt would stop him, she just didnt understand, no one understood as he ran/snuck past his house, and once away enough he stopped sneaking and headed right for the gate, where the action was going to be.

Arriving, he stopped, his eyes wide.. most of them were there.. the Blessed Ones. he could see Marcus, code named the Experiment, Sun who was Wallflower, the Doc or Alpha and even two of the three Harpies, when his eyes fell on Jacob he nearly lost it, he'd been trying to talk to Powers for a long time, but that annoying adult in the Reactor always caught him and made him go home, threatening to tell Mother he'd been sneaking around, not that he cared, he wasnt afraid to get into trouble. he ran forward. "What do we got!" he asked, like he had some position of power. "where do you want me?" he asked, holding the Experimental Rifle that had gone "Missing" from Marcus's lab last week, three of his belt knives were actually Remera's wings with sticks for handles, there were two poorly sharpened butter knives, and then a large meat cleaver as well he'd "found" and by found, means it was liberated from his Aunts Kitchen after she'd left it laying down. if anyone looked at him, they'd notice he'd managed shoes this time, but he'd forgotten to change into actual pants, he was still in his pajamas and he had no shirt on. he was panting, and his arms were shaking under the weight of the rifle he held. this wouldnt be the first time he's came up, holding something he wasnt suppose to have, acting like he was a warrior of Paradise Land, and knowing him, it would be the last.
your fine PyroMan, you'll get a chance to take some ass and kick some names.. lol.
well hell, he did post and i didnt look before making an ass of myself *opens mouth, inserts foot*
well hell, he did post and i didnt look before making an ass of myself *opens mouth, inserts foot*
and i will add Michael's Debut post on my next one, the moment our resident metal head (@marcus) opens the gates and i dont turn me, Clo and the children into the equivlent to bugs on a windshield ;)
hope that is a good first post.. i wasnt sure how East End was going to be portrayed so i just left out the detail.. but maybe that will start us off
Xaven had been in the mythical East End for three weeks, three weeks and in that time he'd gotten no closer to arranging a meeting with the Elders then some Doctor somewhere was in discovering the cure for the damned Common Cold. tall, handsome Xaven paced around the Kitchen of his two story house, the square footage was a little small, but apparently it was his great great great grandparents house on his mother's side and being the last living heir of the family of Lorbosi (mother's Maiden name) it was offically his now. he looked outside the kitchen window to the backyard, and then beyond that to the ocean. it was the one good thing about having to come here and plead to the Elders, he had beach front property, not that he'd used it. Eyes that were almost steel blue gazed longingly at something that was far out of reach, something that no one could grant him, he wanted his parents back, they had been all he had and one morning, six months ago he had came home for a visit, only to find them both dead, sitting on the couch.. his mother resting against his father's shoulder, his father's arm forever around the woman he'd loved for years. growling to himself, he closed his eyes and forced that horrible day away and turned around as the Timer on the stove went off, the smell filling the old house was that of what a baker's shop would smell like, Xaven was a stress eater and baker, cooking relaxed him almost as eating did, and not having to worry about getting to big to fit into his clothes was a plus as he pulled out the batch of Oatmeal Rasin cookies, and sat them to cool.

Behind him, coming in from outside his Familular and Companion sat down and watch him with those Ice blue eyes of hers. "im completely aware that if i keep bugging them they could do worse, but really, whats worse then being commanded to never use your magic, they are blaming me for their deaths and that's not fair, its not right, and i plan to tell each and every elder that the moment i get my meeting" turning around, he looked at his snow white wolf, she was all he had left in the world that he talked to at least, he supposedly had some great uncle somewhere, but he'd never met the man and his father had always assumed he'd died so thats what Xaven assumed. his wolf, lady stared, her ears flattening to her head. "they wouldnt dare take you, they cant seperate a familular from their warlock or witch, stop worrying" though he didnt really know if, he did press them to hard if they could take Lady away from him. "come on" collecting the cooled cookies, adding the fresh batch with the others he'd made since he woke which had been at 5am he put the lid on, and collecting his wallet and keys he left the house, and headed down the street, now 10 in the morning, he would drop off at the school and give out the cookies he'd made, he'd been doing that for Three weeks as well, the local children were either going to end up Diabetics with all the sweets he'd been cooking and just giving to them.. the other day it had baked two pies, one Apple and the other Cherry.. they didnt last long. Lady followed at his side, her claws clicking along the sidewalk, her tail just a wagging away, she could play the part of a dog quite well when she wasnt in one of her moods and hated pretending, not that he blamed her, she like him being forced to live crippled, with magic everyone could know she was a wolf and magic would make them ignore it, without it relied on the old standby.. Lying.

the Sun was making its trek through the sky, it had already warmed up conciderably. decked out in Jeans and a simple white t-shirt, he stood around 6' 3 and at the age 23 he was one handsome young man.
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