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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 12, 2017 13:13:53 GMT
It's been two years since the Devoid War led by the Revolution, the child of the two famous heroes that were wrongly convicted by President Victon as a grab for power, winning the rights of freedom for powereds by dying as a Martyr against the Tyrannical Victon. Infini class started to come out in the open, telling their story and hardships. Soon, they became a popular trend in the hero media. Everybody wanted to know everything about them. Their powers, their limits, their personal lives. Being an Infini class guaranteed instant fame, making the lower classes at an unfair advantage and working harder, earning their ire. Protest groups came to surface too against them, that Infinis are still dangerously unstable and shouldn't be allowed the amount of freedom they do. Some are peaceful, trying to convince regular check ups and containment protocols for Infinis struggling with control. But as every protest, there's the radical ones who attempt to execute Infini, justifying their actions at saving themselves from more unstable heroes.
Power Madness became known to the public, known as BMS or 'Black Magic Sickness' named after the first diagnosed victim. The higher potency of their power, the higher they are at risk. It causes delusions, severe mood swings, paranoia and loss of sanity. Unfortunately, 100% of Infini genetically have BMS, although dormant. What triggers it other than high potency is unknown. All that they know is that everybody is at risk...
As well as Infini heroes surfaced, so did villains. The Millennial Group fight valiantly to stop them as they appear, but even they have limits. The media announced a multi-millionaire invested into creating a new hero group known as 'Infinity League', a group of Elitists made entirely of Infini class. There's even a reality TV show revolving around this group on how they live together considered. Only the best of the best can join and their whole life will be on camera. You are one of them. Your invitation is clear. A mansion in the center of the richer regions of Millennial City will be your new home from now on, your lives will be on camera for all to see and most importantly, you have the honour of being a part of the biggest heroic group of the decade. How will you live your life of public luxury?
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 12, 2017 17:26:21 GMT
Alice sat in the car with Dr Quinn tugging at her gloves nervously. She wasn't sure this was a good idea anymore there were a lot of people around the corner outside the mansion and if they touched her! She might lose control of her powers again and they'd start screaming about fire-ants or lava-jelly or, or... Harvey leaned forward from the backseat and rested his hand on her shoulder his breath tickling her ear as he whispered. "It's alright ladybug it's ok they just wanna see how pretty my beautiful butterfly is." Alice smiled and relaxed a pleasant warmth suffusing her face, Harvey always knew exactly what to say. Dr Quinn carefully patted her on her sleeve he knew how much unexpected physical contact upset her. "You ready Alice." She nodded. "Taken your pills." She rolled her eyes it had been one time she didn't and only because the jam-bird told her they were made out of spider babies so really it was her fault. "Yesssssssssss Smiley."
Quinn shook his head as Alice rolled her eyes at him. He'd never understood why she called him Smiley most people found him to be a rather sober man but the first time they'd met at the asylum she'd broken down giggling and started asking him if she could honk his red nose a story that had almost reduced his husband to tears from laughter.
Quinn had that weird look on his face again thought Alice as his ears slowly started to revolve 180 degrees. She loved Quinn although he'd been funnier when he used to be a clown back in the home. Things had been really interesting back then also very scary but she was better now Quinn and Nash and Harvey and the pill giraffe had all helped her control the dreams better although she still wasn't perfect at it but that was why she was here to get practice and help people also maybe make friends that weren't in her head. Taking a deep breath she nodded to Smiley who started the car and drove around the corner pulling up in front of the fancy gates. She stepped out of the car blinking against the lights as a bunch of robots with flashlights on their heads... no those were people with cameras remember what Smiley always said focus on the sensible which was easier when Harvey wasn't standing behind the shouty people asking questions pulling funny faces. That made her giggle and she walked through the nice shiny gates accompanied by Smiley who'd given the keys to the car to a ferret in a red suit. It turned out her fears about being touched were unfounded; all the shouty-flashy people were being held back by big statues in suits whose faces never seemed to move. Nonetheless she made sure her gloves were still on and stuffed her hands deep into her hoody pockets.
As they approached the fancy doors to the mansion proper Smiley kept fussing about her hair he was always saying how lovely it was and how it was a shame she didn't brush it but that was difficult when her hairbrush kept turning into a hedgehog halfway through, the naughty bastard. "Don't worry about old Smiley." Said Harvey leaning against the door-frame with an exaggerated yawn. "You'd be pretty even if you had no hair he's just fussing because he's even more nervous then you." Alice sniggered and turned to Smiley. "Harvey says you're only being fussy because you're anxious." Smiley raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'm worried I have to hand over my precious patient to a bunch of snobby servants, media-maniacs and hot heroes I'm not sure whether I should be more afraid for them or for you." He said straight-faced although Alice could see just a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. A man in a suit with the face of a peacock opened the door for them and a tall praying-mantis... no just a man with a stiff walk, came up to them. "Might I see your marmalade please?" Alice blinked well that was a very personal request for someone she'd just met! Quinn gently patted her baseball cap. "Give him your invitation Alice." Oh right! She pulled it out of her jean pocket it'd used to be very pretty but she'd turned it into several different animals on the car ride over so now it was just a crumpled mess with gilt edges. The butler gave it and her a careful examination his eyes swelled till they were as big as bowling balls and very bloodshot making her uncomfortable. "Welcome Miss Durden if you and your guardian would follow me to the lounge you're slightly early and the others aren't here yet."
Walking to the lounge Alice was reminded of a movie she'd watched as a child called Beauty and the Beast this house looked like that all shiny and fancy nothing at all like her first home and definitely nothing like her second home which had been mostly white and soft. She stared at the sofa for a minute before sitting on it just in case it started singing which it didn't... yet. Harvey sat in the fireplace calling up the chimney while Smiley stood by the door with his hands behind his back and a proud look on his face.
(OOC: Just in case anyone hasn't realised Harvey isn't real)
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Post by Shift on Feb 12, 2017 18:16:37 GMT
"Well, that's about it! I've got everything I need! There's all my clothes, my tools..." Inside a sweet cozy little house was Dylan, buried underneath a mountain of luggage. A few weeks ago, he had recieved a call about joining a hero group made up of Infini class, dubbed "Infini League". Sure, the name was a little on the nose, but still! Dylan was ecstatic at the possibilities of being in a team, full of Infini class powers too!
Once everything was checked off, Dylan's MeChip , Darcy, came online. It spoke in a female polite, canadian accent, as it said," How about I get you a route to your new place, eh?" Dylan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Darcy speak. She was supposed to be a butler model, but he got the wrong shipping. He was going to report it when he first got Darcy, but she grew on him, so here we are! "Please do, and plot for the quickest flying route, as usual. I want to be early, and thanks in advance." Dylan replied to the hologram. "On it!" She said in her usual cheery attitude, as a map came into Dylan's vision. He looked over the map, and his eyes glew a bright blue, as every piece of luggage in the room began to float around him. He was careful not to make to big of a gravitational field, so he doesn't destroy his old house.
When he exited the house, he looked off to the direction of the mansion, and carefully manipulated his gravitational field and that of the luggage to make them "fall" to the side of the Earth. Technically, it isn't flying as he is following the pull of gravity. His costume rose up as gravity did it's work. He sped through the city, manipulating gravity to the sides as he saw any obstructions. Finally, he made it to the mansion, his new home. He slowed down their sideways "descent" and returned his gravity to normal, and leaving his luggage floating behind him as he walked through the crowd of reporters. He occasionally turned and waved hi and smiled for a few photos on his way. When he reached the end of the runway of flashing lights and chatter, he turned his attention to the butler. "Welcome to your new humble abode, Mr. Hudson. Your invitation, please?" The butler spoke in one of the fanciest ways a person could speak. Dylan reached into a pocket and took out the invitation, in pristine condition. The butler then allowed Dylan passage to the rest of the mansion. Dylan walked through, and was blown back at the architecture of it! The floor looked so clean you could eat off it AND look at your reflection! Dylan saw a women walking through, so he ran over to introduce himself. He spoke friendly, saying "Hey! I'm Dylan, one of your teamates! Who are you?"
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 12, 2017 18:56:30 GMT
Alice tilted her head sideways and looked up at the weird man in his funny clothes. A sudden realisation come to her "Are you a wizard?" He was wearing robes like from Harry Potter. "I used to have a friend called Sparky he was a wizard but he wasn't real so I don't see him anymore."
Quinn carefully watched the newcomer ready to step in if he started to upset Alice or tried to make physical contact.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 12, 2017 19:16:42 GMT
"My darling! You just look ravishing!" Are the first words Sharna hears once she changes back into her costume, a wonderful mixture of colours that match her hair, eyes and powers. The voice belongs to her MeChip personality, Antonio. He has the the voice and the appearance of a flamboyant, energetic fashionista. He was her first personality pack and she's kept with her throughout her entire career, grown attached to him. "Then again." He says appearing as a small hologram emitted from the MeChip in her wrist, dressed in the most stylish outfit that would make any man and woman faint in Envy. "When has anybody looked better? Well except moi of course!"
Sharna grins at his words. "Oh quiet down, Antonio! You still have the invitation?" She asks him with her thoughts, it took awhile to get used to the telepathic link between the two of them when she first got her chip, it was a weird feeling talking to somebody only she could hear most of the time. Antonio makes the said invite appear in his hand, fanning himself with it. Sharna nods in appreciation. "Then we're all set! In about two minutes, we'll be a part of the biggest group this city has ever seen!" She can barely contain her excitement. She already one of the biggest heroes of her time and fan favourite to the younger adults of the world and this group will only boost her fame further. One day, her legend rating will surpass everyone else, already at a solid 83.
"One more thing, honey." Antonio says before she zips off, his voice getting a little sassy. "That sleazeball director has been calling. I swear, that man needs to apologise to the trees for wasting precious oxygen!" Sharna's smile falls away at the mention of him. He's been harassing her quite a bit this week, even though he's aware of their arrangement is she calls him and transfers the payment over every few weeks. She should have never entered that side of the business... But money was needed for her hero license and she was desperate. But she's not that person anymore, and she refuses to let her pass catch up only to drag her down. Her features harden as she speaks. "Remind him of our agreement and he will get his money when I call him later. That is all I have to say." She says as she puts on her mask.
"You got it, sugar! I've given you the quickest route to your new fancy home! Knock 'em dead, baby!" Antonio says, just as excited as Sharna is about all of this. As she leaves through a secret exit of her home, a dark blue trail leads the way to the mansion. The trip would be three miles, but that's only a few seconds for somebody like the fabled Highlight. Within a flash she moves in a swirl of colours, holding back on her speed else she will be there before she can blink. Her vision blurs into brightly coloured Neon as it envelops her body, leaving colourful trails of red, blue and purple. She navigates expertly through the traffic and people crossing. While her speed was incredible when she first discovered it, her reaction time was not. She had a lot of crashes and bumps before she got used to moving at the precise moment when turning and dodging while speeding along. Flying would have been cooler, but how many powereds these days can say they have super speed?
Within a minute she arrives at the gates of the beautiful mansion. She halts her speed right at the center of the onlookers media's attention. The crowd becomes ecstatic at her arrival, Sharna sees some fans have actually dressed in her signature colours for her. It makes her smile, seeing how dedicated her fanbase are and hopes they haven't been waiting too long for her arrival. She sticks around for a few seconds for some media photos, saying hello to fans and posing for some selfies. She pays no attention to the media's never-ending flow of questions, she likes to keep them interested. If you answer every single thing they ask, what reasons are left for them to stick around? She makes her way inside the mansion.
A well dressed elderly man awaits just inside the doors and bows in respect to his new guest, as he did with the other two. "It is my honour to welcome you to your new home, Miss Wendell. May I take your invitation?" He asks. Sharna holds out her chipped wrist, prompting the butler to do the same. Their MeChip personalities exchange over the invite. He looks up to smile at Sharna and bows once more, allowing her entry to the rest of the mansion. Sharna walks through to the living space while drinking in every detail. She knew the place would be top class, but this is incredible! She has only ever seen anything this fancy and exotic on TV, it feels like she is living in a dream right now, it couldn't get any better than this.
She enters the room to see three other people. A girl with a doctor looking guy, she couldn't really say she's familiar with either of them... The second person she recognised as Orbit! She is familiar with this hero, who got a lot of publicity as a fellow Infini and his gravity powers that have been quite unique. It also helps that he's rather easy on the eyes too. "Ooooooo, isn't he a hot little thing! I would just snatch him up myself if I had a body!" Antonio says in his mocking seductive tone. Sharna has to suppress a chuckle at his comment. He will always know when she finds somebody attractive and teases her about it. His banter is one of the reasons she loves him so much.
She lifts her goggles to rest on the top of her head and lowers her mask, showing off a bright smile. "Hey there! I'm Highlight. Guessing we're all gonna be roomies, right?" She says in an attempt to break the ice, her Canadian accent is very clear.
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Post by Alexodia on Feb 12, 2017 23:11:26 GMT
The radio continued to drone listlessly across the kitchen as she almost aimlessly continued to soak the dishes in the sink; falling into the same repetitive motions of scrubbing the plates and placing them on the rack next to the sink, only to start all over again. As the radio continued to drone repetitively, never breaking its pattern of describing the media coverage of the start of the new 'Infinity League' team of heroes, the radio abruptly crackled with heavy static, but before her eyes has travelled far enough to even land on the radio, the radiowaves had returned, and the radio was functioning as normal. Still working as brilliantly as ever to display the audio of plastic-doll like newscasters, no doubt inundated with teeth whiteners and skin-rejuvenating cream, so fake it almost made her sick. Unable to prevent a resigned sigh escaping from her person, Měyíng cast her eyes back down to the still partially full sink, the blue and white plates still soaking in hot water with traces of food still stuck to the ceramics, before flitting her eyes upwards to look at the clock above the window facing out into the back yard.
10:02 A.M.
Sighing once more and feeling her eyebrows furrow in worry, Měyíng licked her lips briefly in nervousness before she drew her hands out of the sink still filled with hot water, shaking her hands slightly before reaching over to her left and grabbing the tea-towel on the counter next to the sink, thoroughly drying her hands as she turned around to face the kitchen and lean her frame backwards against the sink, casting her eyes upwards to the ceiling. Feeling her hands come to a stop as she kept her eyes focused upwards, Měyíng used her hips to push herself off of the counter and began to walk through the kitchen, placing the tea-towel over her shoulder as she went and began to wring her own hands in nervousness as she reached the end of the kitchen and opened the door to the hallway, heading down the corridor before turning left up the stairs, feeling the thud of her own steps reverberate as if she was unintentionally making the most amount of noise possible. Her nerves were simply getting to her, she mused as she reached the top of the stairs and turned right, heading down the upstairs corridor before coming to a stop at the bland, white door on the right. But she had a good reason for her nerves to best her, despite her desire not to. Tearing her hands away from themselves, she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" She inquired, her voice gentle and soothing as she waited for an answer. As she expected, she heard none. Sighing slightly, she gently placed her hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door, poking her head inside to see the young woman sitting cross-legged on the bed, a computer open in her lap and rocking slightly back and forth without a sound, entirely focused on the computer screen in front of her and typing at an incredible speed, her fingers clacking on the keyboards with precision. Valiantly plastering on a smile, Měyíng stepped into the room and closed the door, only briefly casting her eyes around the room to focus on the designs on the wall; every inch was covered in designs one would find on a circuit board, no square inch of wallpaper uncovered. Her eyes automatically travelled to the desk next to the bed, propped up against the wall with a bird's beak paring knife resting on top of the desk, still with shavings of wallpaper around the blade. As she broke her gaze on the knife, she became starkly aware of the abrupt silence in the room, the clacking of fingers on the keys no longer present. Turning her gaze to her daughter, she saw that her gaze has not broken from the computer monitor or changed her position; altogether ignoring her existence save the halt in her previous activity. Feeling a faint smile rise up onto her features once more, Měyíng crossed the room and sat on the side of the bed, sitting next to her daughter laser-focused on the walls of code on her computer monitor. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Měyíng asked gently, softly resting her hand on her daughters motionless hands and giving them a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
"10:03." the young woman uttered softly, cocking her head slightly to the side in her mothers direction. Seeing the gesture for what it was, Měyíng lifted her hand from her daughters and placed it around her head, softly stroking her hair on the other side of her head as her arm pulled her daughter in close.
"I know, Měí, I know." Měyíng gently acquiesced, feeling her daughters head come to rest softly on her shoulder as she soothingly stroked her daughter's hair in reassurance. "Is your room going to be comfortable?"
"Big. It's...big." her daughter muttered softly under her breath, still staring ahead at the computer monitor, her hands still resting on the computer keyboard.
"Will you be okay?"
"Cameras. People. Job."
"I know, honey. Listen," Měyíng began, craning her neck slightly to look downwards at the top of her daughters head, catching sight of her eyes still staring at the computer screen. "if they give you any problems, you just come straight back home, okay? I really don't like the reality show aspect of the job, and I know you told me it didn't bother you, but if it ever does, you just come to me, okay?" she reminded her softly, gently kissing the top of her daughter's head and continuing to stroke her hair.
"I want to sleep here."
"You know they'll probably have something to say about that, right?"
"I wanna sleep here." her daughter repeated, her voice becoming more forceful. And much more scared, Měyíng noticed, her body becoming rigid under her touch.
"Okay, okay." Měyíng soothed, immediately returning to stroking her daughter's hair and gently soothing her with soft 'shh' sounds in an attempt to calm her down; almost straight away, she felt her daughters body begin to soften out again, letting out the breaths she was holding and returning to her previously relaxed state. "You're going to have to stay there for quite a while, and you're going to have to talk to people and cameras, but if you're ever feeling too unnerved, then you just come straight back home, and I'll be here, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay." Měyíng repeated softly, a soft smile breaking out once more over her features. "Now, remember not to be rude to people, okay? And you're going to be eating with other people and interacting with other people, and you're going to have to answer questions and go on missions, and it'll all be very different, but you're going to be just fine, okay? You're going to be fantastic, I know you are." she soothed, the calming repetitiveness of her right hand stroking her daughter's hair and her reassuring words doing something to calm her down as well. Which was kind of the point as well; she was terrified of what was going to happen, and she really didn't like the thought of her daughter having cameras shoved in her face and having her every move scrutinised for all of the public to see without her there to help her; if anybody could think of a more drastic change than going from spending most all of her time at home with her mother to being on a reality T.V. show, she wasn't sure she wanted to meet them. She'd gone on Infini-missions before, sure, and met other Infini-class Heroes; she'd never come close to being on a reality T.V. show before, though. Before, she'd always had the option to come home whenever she wanted, which was often. Usually just for dinner or contact with her mother, but it was still coming home nonetheless. She wasn't sure how much of that she'd be allowed this time.
"Thanks" came the monotone reply from beside her; she'd been her mother far too long to know what such little gestures meant from her, and she felt her eyes crinkle from warmth accordingly. "Late." came the one word addendum several seconds after the last, causing Měyíng to squeeze her daughter even tighter, trying almost to tether her daughter to where she wanted to be. As she opened her mouth to respond, her phone started pinging incessantly; message after message coming through on her phone. After fishing her phone out of her pocket and holding the monitor up to see the sender and the message, Měyíng felt another large smile break across her face and her eyes crinkling from loving warmth as she saw the messages; hundreds and hundreds of smiley emojis all sent next to each other; no message, no context, just a wall of emojis. Normally, she thought, one may be stunned at seeing such a message come through on their phone. But she knew better.
"Thanks, honey; I love you too." Měyíng responded softly, pressing another kiss to the top of her daughters head, before turning her attention to the computer screen in sync with her daughter. "You have to go now?" she inquired softly, carefully phrasing the statement. After feeling the sharp nod against her shoulder, she reluctantly nodded in acquiescence and lifted her arm from her daughter's shoulder, pressing a final kiss to the top of her daughter's head before she smiled at her daughter in consent. Barely after the muscles had contracted to show her smile, her daughter's skin rapidly glowed green; circuit-board patterns emerging on her skin before her entire body lurched forward and was sucked into the computer screen, the monitor glowing a bright green for a few seconds before returning to normal, the screensaver plain and clear on the monitor. Suppressing a worried sigh once more, Měyíng pushed herself off of the bed and stood up, casting her eyes around the room once more and back at the computer sitting alone on the bed before she headed to the door once more, opening the door and heading downstairs to the kitchen, closing the door behind her and leaving the bedroom utterly empty.
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In a mansion in the rich end of Millennial City, a the monitor screen of a laptop on a desk in one of the upstairs rooms started to glow green; a brief second later, the laptop seemed to lurch forward slightly, spitting out and arranging a young woman in the space right in front of the desk, her posture already righted and her balance steady. Her skin, now a glowing green, swiftly faded back to olive as she looked around the room, her head focusing on one aspect of the room before abruptly moving to another, her head moving in a staccato manner rather than fluidly. Hearing commotion outside of the window, she slowly, carefully walked over to the window of her room, catching a glimpse of the outside world.
She was in an entirely different city now, and an entirely different building. The window of her room was far higher off the ground than her own detached house, with the window giving her views of grounds, a road on the far side, and a driveway leading into the mansion itself, where a group of people seemed to be gathered. Upon further inspection, she noticed their dress; what they were wearing and holding, crowded around the entrance to the mansion and around arriving limousines, all scrambling to be the first to speak to them. Press. Her mother did warn her about this, after all. She wondered if she was supposed to be down there; she sometimes forgot that not everybody could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted. This was her room; this was where she was supposed to be staying. She didn't like it; it was too roomy, no designs. Her mom wasn't downstairs.
Only briefly aware of a silent alarm being triggered due to her ingenious way of getting into the room due to having integrated with the system beforehand; travelling to a system in a mansion often didn't do well unless she scouted it. Now she knew the system itself. But she didn't know how people would respond. She was here, but they didn't want her to be here yet, probably. She'd watched reality shows to prepare; they didn't really go straight to their rooms. But they knew where she was if they wanted her. Or they would.
Turning her head sharply towards the laptop open on the desk she had arrived in, she wondered if they brought that specially for her. Maybe. She didn't know. But, she mused as she grabbed the laptop off of the desk and headed over to the bed, shimmying into the centre of the bed and crossing her legs as she pressed her back against the headboard, if they wanted her effective, here's where she would be effective.
Wondering exactly how long it would take security to get up here, she wondered if she should go into her mothers radio systems and start playing her favourite song to cheer her up. She missed her mother already. Idly, she wondered just how much the other people would fail to measure up to her.
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Post by Envy on Feb 13, 2017 0:33:32 GMT
Listening to Lone Digger by Caravan Palace on his headphones Desmon grinds away on power lines while trying to get to the mansion for this publicity stunt. Rei pops in front of his vision "Don't you have anything better to do than to be some C-list Caleb or some other jazz like that? Sadly you already have a pretty good legend score going on right now because of your past..." Desmon stops her and says "Let's stop talking about that so how are you and I going to change my Image from villain to hero you don't see something like this happening everyday." Reaching the end of the power line he jumps in the air his trusty manhole cover comes from behind his back and take the airs place below his feet. Flying through the air on his manhole Desmon asks Rei to pop-up his Hero stats looking over his Legend rating already at 78 during Victon's purge of Infini class Heroes and then there was Wraith information leak about him people started to look up more about him may it be out of fear or curiosity. Desmon couldn't tell but soon after the Devoid war and people learned about what happen to him and his choice to become a hero sparked some people to support his choice while others were disgusted with Desmon saying that the PFPP had given him a get out of jail card and he thought nothing of it and take his chance of freedom. But to Desmon he was doing because of the person who had saved his life died at the Devoid while fighting for freedom of his parents and people alike. To Des it was a sign a chance for him he wanted to show that even a villain can change but he knew he could change the ideals of people that easily "Hey ass hat were here." Say Rei in her usual monotone voice.
Looking down he sees a beautiful mansion he always saw something like this in shows but to actually be able to live in a house like this was a amazing thing for a kid from the Fringes. Now time my favorite thing to do his agent always said to make good impression on others in the Infinity League well who cares about that along as they don't judge him he doesn't care. He stops using his powers and starts dropping down to the mansion front entrance feeling the wind against his skin was amazing to him it felt so exciting to drop so far up in the air then drop back down to the earth. The closer and closer he drops to the ground he sees the figures of the other people activating his powers again. He lands his man cover on the ground behind them taking his headphones he say "So let me guess your the others I'll be working with if I'm right." His voice not that exciting to Desmon this was the first time in dealing with other heroes without fighting them that is.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 5:48:54 GMT
Breaking the silence of one of the cheaper hotels of Millennial City, Audrey's baby brother erupted into high-pitched crying that threatened to break the glass of the windows that offered a dismal view of the otherwise beautiful city. With the fact that the four of them had to cram into the same small room to sleep, the screaming awoke the three others who had been sleeping in the room. Audrey rose from her dormant position and hazily rubbed her eyes as she fought her exhausted state enough to regain clarity. After a few moments of post-sleep drowsiness, her mind cleared enough to remember the importance of the new day. Immediately realizing that it was her brother who woke her instead of her faulty MeChip and noticing the bright light coming through the window, she gasped loudly and jumped out of her bed to scramble for the device. After scrambling around on the floor for a bit in blind panic, she eventually found the small contraption in her hands and checked it for the time. "Madame, the current time is: 10:10 ante meridiem." The static voice of her MeChip said, making a warbling sound. Her eyes widened at robot that the MeChip displayed, more than fed up with the old device's short comings at this point. "What the hell!?" She exclaimed with a thick cockney accent, mouth agape. The old MeChip, whose personality was that of a robot and called Pi, was prone to errors when utilizing more difficult functions, but this was the first time that it had failed to use its alarm. "A baby can do your damn job better than you. That's how I know its past time for a stupid machine to be thrown away." She growled, glaring at the cartoonish robot that was appearing on the screen of her device. The MeChip was bought for her after her father received his injury that kept him from work, so the budget was understandably low when her parents purchased it for her. Despite having made a lot of her own money since then, she for some reason hadn't yet gotten around to replacing it. Wasting no more time on the machine, she jumped up from her place on the floor while her heart began to pound and he nerves flared up. "YOU!" She yelled with a shrill voice, pointing at her mother's spot on the bed opposite to hers. Her mom's eyes widened, but she understood what her daughter was yelling about. "Please, just call a taxi. I have to get ready now!" Her mother groggily sat up from the bed and yawned. "We could just drive you there, couldn't we?" She asked, though the exhaustion was clear in her voice. Audrey broke her attention from the mirror she was using to fix her pinkish-red hair with to glare at her mother. "Um, no, you can't. Do you really think being the only hero to show up with their mommy and daddy would be good for my image, mother?" She watched as her mother demurely accepted her words and moved to do as she asked. As usual, she felt bad about the way she spoke to her family but they do have as much to gain from this as she does. After applying the finishing touches to her iconic hair style, ran into the room's restroom and replaced her pajamas with her suit and secured a few bombs from the stash that she brought with her onto its belt. Along with her other suitcases, she requested for the box of handmade bombs to be brought to the mansion by the show's managers after she'd settle down in the place. The hazards of transporting a box filled with bombs wasn't immediately obvious to her. After quickly finishing her preparations in the bathroom, she furiously busted out into the main room and looked towards her family. "Anyway, I'm out." She said, already turning away from them. "I'll be back with a load of cash." Despite the fact that both of her parents were about to respond, her excitement caused her to burst out of the door without waiting for a reply. She didn't tell them that she loved them, but she knew that they knew it was implied.
She saw that the vehicle that her mother had called for was already parked by the hotel and waiting. "Thank God" She muttered to herself, as she sped towards the vehicle and immediately jumped into the backseat. "Hey, what are you-" the driver asked, before looking at the backseat through the mirror and then chuckling. If he hadn't recognized her, he probably wouldn't have given a ride to a fourteen year-old without her parents. "A little late there, huh, Ruby?" He asked, obviously recognizing her because of her substantial fame. Audrey squinted and scowled at the man through his mirror. "Well, then you already know where I'm going don't you?" She asked the aging driver with a mocking voice. "SO STEP ON IT!" She yelled and pointed at the mirror, as the driver started towards their destination before all of her words could come out. She reacted harshly towards the man, but was secretly pleased that he recognized her. She was more popular among younger audiences, after all. Along the ride to the mansion, Audrey's restlessness reached its peak due to her anticipation and left her completely unable to sit still. The driver noticed, but chose to respect her privacy from that point on. Everything about this new opportunity excited her, from the glamor of the mansion, the rewards that stood to be won, and the attention. She felt that she deserved all of it after all of the hard work that she had to spend supporting her family, after all. Checking her watch again and seeing the time only continue to rise, she clenched her fist. "Hurry uuup!" She forced out though gritted teeth to the driver. The driver merely chuckled in amusement at the girl's attitude, but sped up slightly to appease her. The negative effects of her powers caused the beating of her anxious heart to reach an enormous pace, but she managed to keep herself from moving around too much. As the luxurious features of her soon-to-be residence came into view, though, she pressed herself against the glass of the window and looked at the beautiful scene through lidded eyes. 'Finally, I get the luxury I deserve.' She thinks, looking through the window with her mouth agape. The car parks before she can think about the upcoming luxuries for too long, however, and she quickly pushes her way out of the car.
Drying some of the tears that were starting to form in her eyes, she forced herself to regress into an unimpressed and impassive demeanor as she stepped into the beautiful gates of the mansion. Though she stood smaller than the heroes around and almost everyone in the crowd, she forced a casual demeanor as she strolled into the walkway that was the center of the crowd's attention. She ignored the loud cheers of exited fans who were relieved that she didn't actually decide to blow the show off completely. As a group of cameras and microphones quickly stormed over to her face, she scowled and dismissively waved for them to stay away before they could arrive. "Fuck off. Do you really think I have time for this right now?" She asked, as they ignored her wave and moved in on the chance to interview her anyway. She secretly enjoyed her fame but, through the few years of it, she knew that her harsh attitude only made the press love her more. Finding an opening that allowed her to break away from the group trying to interview her, she resumed walking to the entrance of the mansion. As she arrived at the entrance, she noticed that four of the heroes who had already made it in were huddling together. Though she cared way more about seeing the inside of the mansion, she decided that walking in with the group was probably a better idea than just storming in. She recognized all four of them from the media and knew that they were fellow contestants, but felt intimidated by none of them. She believed that she could find a way to either out perform the rest or charm the crowd more than anyone else there. After reluctantly letting herself be stopped by the invitation taker at the entrance, she quickly ran into the mansion behind Sharna. "W-woah.." She gasped with a nasally voice, quickly turning around in all directions to feast her eyes on the mansion's interior. "It's all mine.." She breathed, immediately charmed by luxury. She walked over to the group who was introducing themselves to one another, but chose to continue to stare at her surroundings through bleary eyes than to exchange pleasantries. So far, she didn't have anything nice to say about any of them anyway but was too mesmerized to say anything mean either.
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Post by Envy on Feb 13, 2017 14:05:39 GMT
Picking up his manhole cover Desmon walks inside of the manison. Looking around the Lounge he sees three people inside one man who looks like a doctor, the other guy was some werido wearing medieval robes, next some chick in a hoodie that seems like a rainbow threw up on her hoodie, and lastly a woman in a skin tight suit of colours purple, blue and red well then it does show off her wonderful curves. Using his powers sets his cover in a corner of the room before he introduces himself self he strolls up to the bedrooms to calm one before they get started. Walking into one of the many rooms the room is quite scapious so he'll be able to set up his workshop. Hell this place is amazing it even got a view that outlooks Millennial City. Throwing his duffel bag on the bed Desom walks back downstairs to say hello to the others that are here.
"Yo watts up so you three are part of the Infinity League? If you are I'm Livewire you probably heard of through gossip stories and such. So it's a pleasure to meet you all!" Says Desmon trying his best to sound friendly to the others.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 13, 2017 14:47:53 GMT
Sven had spent the last five hours scoping out the mansion from every angle watching as faces he recognised from his dossiers entered. First Wonderland, class 2 threat NEVER make skin-to-skin contact, following her was Orbit, class 1 threat skilled in CQC and with a good tactical power, finally Highlight class 1 threat extremely powerful despite her attitude as an attention-seeking celebrity. Sven had to confess he was curious to see whether his powers would cancel out hers or vise versa.
Deciding that it was time to enter the mansion himself he approached from the opposite side of the perimeter from the gate, he wasn't interested in media attention, he slipped into the shadow realm and came out the other-side of the fence using the shadow of a lamp post. Using a similar tactic with the shadow of a tree he infiltrated the mansion itself. He seemed to have come out in some kind conservatory he blinked in surprise as his MeChip, simply called Intel, informed him that the surveillance he'd placed on the mansions electrical systems reported that a silent alarm had been triggered. He panicked for a second but then realised that it was directed to a room upstairs so clearly someone else hadn't wished to enter the mansion the traditional way. Sven decided to remain unseen for now and wait to see how the situation developed.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 13, 2017 17:39:36 GMT
"Its time to get up!" Screamed his Mechip a stereotypical punk girl with pink streaks in her hair looks angry. "You're going to be late! Kick these chicks out and lets go!" Her yelling continues as Alex stirs awake, his eyes blood shoot and all he feels is pain. The world is blurry while his head is on fire, looking at his bed he spies a girl who looks like she was raised in a hot topic, and some blond girl that looks out of place. "Its on the table." The punk girl sighs knowing what he's looking for, Alex gets up and tries his best at walking. All the blood goes to his head and his vision gets worse, a ringing is in his ears. He falls to the table where a nice white line sits, a brief inhale and the world feels correct.
"Call them a cab, would you please Jenny?" Alex ask his Mechip, while he slaps himself in the face trying to feel alive. "Hey you two, time to go I got to save the world so well you know?" He makes the shoo motion with both hands as he heads to the shower. A quick shower later and he's fully dressed. "Feeling all black today Jenny." He says as he walks into his closet. The closet was bigger than his childhood home, it was his pride and joy. Every designer of worth is represented, every year its all thrown away for the new trends. It always reminds him how far he's come, from the Fringes to success all on his own. Black designer jeans, with a black hoodie, throw on some black sneakers and he looks great. A sharp whistle as he heads to the door, his house is empty save for a few of his creations that act as butlers,maids, and security. A small sweet voice comes from down the hall. "I'll be right there Alex." A cat appears, he is a walking rainbow as one leg will be green another blue, the left half of his head silver the right black, his body is orange and his tail red the same as his hind legs. This was Jeremy Alex's first creation, he made him out of play doh when he was six years old. Originally just an imaginary friend, when his powers manifested Jeremy was the first thing he brought to life.
A real smile crosses his face as he picks up his cat. "Come on Jeremy we are gonna be stars, and super heroes." He laughs while placing him on his shoulder. Walking to his limo he looks at his mansion one last time. "The new house is going to be a bit smaller, if that's ok Jeremy." The cat smiles back and replies cheerfully. "I heard Highlight was going to be there its been forever since we've seen her, I do miss her." The mentioning of her name brings a sour look on his face, she wasn't particularly nice about rejecting him 'druggie loser' and 'it would kill my reputation' were the parts that really stuck out to him, best to forget all of that, it was almost a year ago. Still he can't stop his face from feeling hot at the thoughts of her.
Arriving at the mansion to a million flashes from all the cameras, he steps out of his limo to the adoration of everyone there. A few reports fight for his attention. "Calm down calm down there's enough of me for everyone." He smiles as he begins to answer there questions. "What's your opinion of your team?" "Well Highlight is a real power house, she's one of the best and for good reason. Though I haven't seen her since I was commissioned to make the bronze statue of her and Ice Queen in Toronto last year." He smiles and play the nice guy as Jeremy yawns bored. "Orbit knows what he's doing and I have complete faith in his abilities." His smile is plastered on his face. "Livewire..we both came from the Fringes so there's a kinship there, but I think we both can prove that second chances are important and everyone should be given one. Wonderland is a mystery to me so we shall see I guess." He shrugs with a laugh. "Same for Matrix, never heard of her myself, but the few things I do hear she's really good. Night Terror..." He pauses for a joke. "Not a really heroic name, but I'm sure he's great." He laughs as the crowd fake laughs with him. "I guess with all these cameras we can find out if Ruby is a natural read head after all." A few laughs and cheers from the crowd as he begins to walk away.
A well dressed butler approaches "May I see your." He begins but then is cut off by Alex. "Here's the invite also I'll need someone to carry my bags, if no one is provided I'll take care of it." He says as he taps his sketchbook. Upon walking in he spots an old familiar face. "Dr. Quinn its great to see you." He looks at Alice and back at the doctor. "New patient? Hi I'm Alex, this rainbow kitty is Jeremy. I used to see Quinn a few years ago nice too meet you. We will talk later there's so many people I eed to me" Not exactly proud of his progress he escapes from Quinn before he can get a word out, and moves straight to Highlight. Doing his best to not blush he clears his throat. "Hey Highlight how have you been, Jeremy was looking forward to seeing you.." He mumbles a bit barely loud enough for her to hear. "How's Antonio doing? He continues to ramble as he plays with his hands trying to reestablish his confidence. Jeremy jumps straight at Highlight squealing with delight. "I've missed you so much Highlight you need to visit me more often, we can ditch Alex...I mean Sketch and go out." The cat laughs as he mocks his master. He begins to purr as he rubs on her leg begging to be picked up. Alex pulls his hood up trying to hide himself, as all he wants to do is disappear right now.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 13, 2017 18:43:04 GMT
A very familiar voice reaches Sharna's ears. It's been a year, but she would recognise it no matter how long it has been. She turns her head to see Alex Tricamo, world famous artist that her old mentor Ice Queen was friends with. She blinks in surprise a few times, not quite believing he's there.
The last time they saw one another was when he proposed to create a statue of Canada's heroic duo back in Toronto. She caught his eye almost instantly. She thinks it was her powers that influenced this most of all, the way she could create colourful twists and swirls of colour with her movements. It sounds like an artist's dream girl. She would be lying she didn't feel something... He was charming, creative and good looking, seemed like the perfect guy... until she was warned by her mentor about his drug abuse. She was conflicted, she found him endearing and enjoyed his company, but her reputation would take a massive hit being involved with a drug addict, no matter how famous he is. Plus, the drugs could turn him into a completely different person... She made a choice and rejected him. The harshest way possible. It made her feel guilty, like a total bitch, but she needed to make it very clear she wasn't interested in front of the cameras, bring them onto her side by mentioning his drug use. It worked, but it didn't make her feel any better as a person.
And now here he is, standing in front of her and looking as handsome as ever. She heard he's done well overcoming his addictions. She's happy to see him doing better. She hears a sweet voice and looks down to see Jeremy, the beloved rainbow cat. She grins in delight and picks up the little fellow. "Sweetheart! Oh how I have missed you too! Well since we're living as roommates, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." She says lovingly as she draws her finger around his neck, creating a Neon collar of different bright colours. She looks back to Alex as she strokes Jeremy, smiling softly. "It's good to see you again, Alex. I heard you been dealing with your situation well, I'm happy for you." She says to him genuinely. She's careful with her wording, she doesn't want the others to eavesdrop nor directly mention drugs on camera. She's been very anti-drug for the younger generation. It has made her a role model, boosting her image immensely.
"Look at that. Soooooomebody's heart rate just increased just from looking at Mr. Tricamo! I wouldn't blame you, honey. He has always been one of my favourite looking men!" Antonio says in her mind. She struggles to stop the tint of red in her cheeks at Antonio's comment, forcing her to look away.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 13, 2017 20:02:52 GMT
Quinn opens his mouth to speak to Alex but he rushes off before Quinn can get a word in. Quinn had been Alex's therapist for while helping him combat his substance abuse and they'd made good progress Quinn had liked Alex the boy clearly struggled with some personal issues and Quinn challenged anyone to show him someone who could have gone from the Fringes to a mansion at such a young age without having some issues. Quinn often wished he could have come back and helped the boy after his relapse but Alice had been taking up all his time and attention a fact he still felt guilty about.
Speaking of Alice she shot him a questioning look and asked. "Is he real?" Pointing to Alex. "Yes Alice why do you ask?" She frowned. "Because when I had a rainbow-cat you told me he was imaginary!" She stared at him accusingly. He sighed this was going to be difficult to explain.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 14, 2017 4:12:57 GMT
You aren't good enough a voice says, a voice he's grown to hate, but always ends up agreeing with. She turned you down in front of everyone The voice mocks him even chuckling as it sings. Just so she could look good, she's all that matters to her. Not you, never you. You're never going to be more than what you inject into yourself. His hands begin shaking he hides them inside his pockets, while he pretends everything is fine. She won't even look at you, pathetic. The voice crawls and scratches at his mind. He feels his right nostril start to leak with blood, he quickly grabs his nose and pinches it shut, his hands still trembling. "Medicate now!" Jenny screams, causing Alex to look around the room trying to find a bathroom. Bathrooms and bedrooms were camera free, at least that's what the contracts said. A panicked look falls over him, its as if time slowed down, and everyone's staring straight at him. He runs off, leaving Jeremy with Highlight.
On the way to the bathroom he runs past Dr. Quinn and his new patient. He gets inside the bathroom and locks the door, trying his best to steady his breathing he takes off his right shoe and two small plastic bags that were hidden in his sock are pulled out. One containing four ounces of cocaine, the other has five white pills. He takes two of the pills and swallows them without water, Oxycontin helps with the shakes. He stopped using Heroin, but this was the only way he could. One addiction for another, so now you can pretend to be clean. The voice persist, though it is weakened now. He opens the other bag, he can't snort it with the nosebleed. "No needles, damn it." He's frustrated, but he moves on instinct dipping his finger in the bag he begins furiously rubbing it against his gums. Tears roll down his face, "I couldn't even talk to a girl without this. It hasn't even been an hour." Failure. "Failure." He agrees quietly sobbing to himself
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Post by Envy on Feb 14, 2017 14:03:25 GMT
Great again I was ignored not caring about talking to anyone Desmon sits down on the couch and begins to look over his chain and then brings over his manhole cover using his powers. He begins to look over the cover to see if he needs to clean it again he did thoroughly clean the cover but he wasn't going to let his only ride to get dirty that easily. So the people here are quite the sight First there was Doc Quinn, a herologist he seemed like a good guy, Second there was Wonderland she may have a couple of screws loose but he could get to know her before distancing herself from him also no free hugs, Third there was Highlight she was a Hero-Celeb Des didn’t cared about that as long as she didn’t act like a hollywood asshole he wouldn’t care after all her suit did show off so curves that did show a sight that would have made The Sounds of Fury go blind, Fourth there was Sketch he was also from the Fringes but to Des he wasn’t a true kid from the Fringes but he won’t hold that against him he was cute even for a Hero-Celeb, Fifth there was Ruby a Middle schooler Des already knew he was going to mess with her he always did like kids, Sixth there was Orbit he did have the Moniker of a old chewing gum brand and he looked like a fuckin wizard from the medieval times but he seems like an okay guy, Then there was Matrix she but he knew she was here due to the change that he had felt seems like she set the alarm off in the house, lastly there was “”Night Terror” Des didn’t care for the name and he hasn’t even met the guy but he had a sneaking suspicion they weren’t going to get along.
So how do I even go about making friends with these guys without sounding like a complete fuckin dick. Hell I’ll just have to be front and forward with everyone that’s here at least then I might gain the trust of some of the people here. Setting his manhole cover back in its spot Desmon gets and says out loud to everyone who's in the lounge “So who here is glad to be here I know I am!” He hated acting like this he wanted to be nice but in his own way so till then he’ll act like a happy go-lucky type of guy for now.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 14, 2017 18:59:41 GMT
Sharna looks up to see Alex running out of the room. She is confused, what is something she said? Or is he still hurt from the way she turned him down? She hopes she can talk to him later to try and put this behind them. She then turns to hear somebody talk. She sees Livewire, the villain turned hero. She has mixed feelings about him. One side, she supports his pathway to redemption, but can somebody who worked alongside a villain as notorious as the Wraith change for the better? Could they recover from that? Although his legend score is close to her own, He earned it mostly due to his backstory rather than through action like she and Ice Queen. He will give him a chance, everybody deserves a second wind.
The doors of the living space open up. In walk two people, a formal looking woman with glasses and carrying a holofile. The other is a middle aged man dressed in a pristine white suit, looking like he was torn right out of a rich kid magazine. The woman is talking into her MeChip, where a hologram I'd projected of a security guard. "Be easy and understanding with her... Yes I am aware she entered the premises by unorthodox means, but she will be living here like the rest of them... Just... Just being her downstairs without making her feel like she's in trouble, okay? Another alarm went off at the south wall, it must be Night Terror and his sneaking around. Find wherever he's hiding out and bring him here, but be civil about it. He's not a threat but unlike Matrix, he knows better." She sighs and ends the hologram. She turns her attention to the suited man, waiting him to begin something. He accepts that he will need to begin without the others, being late or breaking conduct. He addresses the group.
"Let me be the first to tell you it is my pleasure to welcome you all to your new home and to the first roster of the Infinity League." The man begins, it sounds like he's been practicising this speech a couple of times. "My name is Samuel Mckinnon, the one funding everything that went into everything here. Beside me is Katie Faxton, she will be your handler and go-to girl for any of your needs." Katie looks up for a second from her holofile to give a curt nod to the group and diving her head back down, looking like the type who always gets into knee deep amounts of work just to pass the time. "Now I can't stick around for long as I am a busy man, but I have enough time to tell you I am thrilled to see such a variety of Heroes here. We have the world famous, the underdogs, those seeking redemption. You all have your own goals, but you all have one thing in common... You're the best available. I have faith in all of you that you will prove that fact. Good luck to you all." with that, he nods to Katie and leaves the mansion.
Katie tears her eyes away from her holofile. "As you are all very aware, by handing over your invitations, you have given us permission to access of your everyday lives while living within your new home. Bathrooms remain camera free. During missions, cameras will be broadcasting you live whenever possible. Regardless of this publicity, You have the rights to your privacy of your bedrooms. Without your permission, cameras of any form in there are forbidden and will be prosecuted in the highest possible form. So if you feel in any way uncomfortable, you can banish them from your rooms at any time. All issues are reported to me, understood?" Seeing no visible disagreement she smiles politely. "On with the schedule of today. You have two hours to make yourself feel more at home and getting to know each other. Then you will all have separate interviews about your first impressions and other questions, blah blah blah. This will take up most of your day so your first mission together will be tomorrow. Now, on with the tour." She beckons everybody to follow and informs security to bring anybody absent to the tour.
She leads them through the main rooms, each one more exquisite than the other. It is as if master artists carved their greatest work into the walls and decor of the place, only with the finest materials and tools. It is impressive to say the least. "Staff are here at your disposal." She says as she guides them. "They will cater to your wants and needs at anytime. Treat them with respect, as they have as many rights as you do and won't tolerate anything they do not wish to." She warns them gently, it sounds like she has witnessed many big time heroes abuse the power they have over their servants. "Your rooms are upstairs and have name plaques for easy navigation for the first weeks. They contain your own bathroom and toiletries so there is no need to share." She finishes her fast paced, professional explanations at the same time the tour has ended. She turns to them all. "Do you have any questions?"
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Post by Shift on Feb 14, 2017 20:41:55 GMT
Dylan looked over his teamates. Highlight was popular, and he didn'the seem toof bad, despite loving fame. Wonderland isn'the someone he knows much of, so he can'take form muchhigher not opinion on her yet. She did seem a tad bit crazy though. Livewire was the villian-turned-hero guy, Dylan would have to keep an eye on him. He hadn't the slightest idea who Matrix or Night Terror are. Alex had a respectable background: a kid from the fringes that got rich through his own skills. He did seem a little suspicious, running to the bathroom like that; probably due to Highlight's rejection. Finally, Ruby was a kid with an attitude problem, that has access to deadly explosives.
Dylan was slightly angry at the choice of words Mckinnon used. Handler? Were they animals? Dylan tossed that thought aside, though. He loved the house, it was magnificent to say the least. He was thankful that there were no cameras in the bedrooms though, he likes to have somewhere to go without being watched. He asn'the all too excited about the idea of a hero team being a reality TV show, though. It seems like it'did get in the way of missions, with people trying to created random drama and all. However, he'll just have to wait and see.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 14, 2017 21:20:08 GMT
Handler, Katie. Producer, Mckinnon. Those are the only names of the staff Sharna needs to know here for now. She will get to know the rest of them as she goes along. The plan of an interview catches her ears though, she loved doing these. The first few she did, she was a nervous wreck and stuttering her responses, making a bit of a for of herself. As time went on, she became a natural at it. It was just something about answering these questions people are wondering about her makes her feel good about herself, that people care about what is going on in her life. It's one of the many things that fuels her obsession with fame.
"Sounds good to me, boss lady." She says with a smile. "Can I go check out my room?" Katie's head is back in her holofile. "Yes, yes. If you have no further questions, you may get started." She directs the answer to everybody listening, letting them know that they're free to explore now. She grins and zips up to the upper floor in a flash of colour. She stops just in front of a fine wooden door with her hero name engraved in a silver plaque. She opens it up to reveal quite a large room with a queen sized bed. Another door is in the far corner, which Sharna guesses is her personal bathroom. There's chests of drawers, painting decorating the white walls and an expensive looking stretch of carpet covers the floor beneath her feet. It's nice, but a little too fancy for her tastes really. She may need to redecorate when she has the time. She drops her bag on the floor and decides to fall onto the bed grinning. This is going to be the biggest step of her career yet.
She she strokes Jeremy's back who lays on her chest. "It always feels surreal you know?" She says to him while staring at the ceiling. "Living the life of a hero and a celebrity. If I told myself ten years ago this is where I'd be, I would call myself crazy." She laughs at her words. "How has everything been, Jeremy?"
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Post by Alexodia on Feb 14, 2017 23:11:24 GMT
His steps still clacking against the polished porcelain tiles of the mansion floor, the security guard and two of his co-workers tentatively came to a stop outside of a room on the upper-floor; the large corridor seemingly stretching out longer by the second, each of them stared at each other nervously before casting their eyes to the unassuming door on the left side of the corridor. It wasn't so much the room itself that scared them; more like its inhabitant. Each of them had heard varying stories about the girl inside of the room that they were supposed to escort, but every single story that any of them had heard tended to bank on two major aspects: that her powers were extremely scary, and that she was insane. Given that no-one actually knew her or had even come across her, none of them had any inkling to doubt the assessment just in case it turned out to be true. Girl was like a ghost, but they were informed to be extra-cautious with her. That either meant that she was a sociopath or a child, and as each man turned to look at the other, none of them had any problems with assuming the former for their own safety. Each of them bracing themselves and taking a deep breath, hovering their hands over their sidearms, the main security guard closed his hand around the pristine doorknob and opened the door swiftly, each of them bursting in, ready for action. As each of them took position however, ready to deal with any danger, each of them were baffled at the sight of an unassuming girl sitting on the bed greeting their eyes, laser-focused on the computer in her lap and typing away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were even there, making each of them look at another uneasily.
"You didn't knock." A soft voice emanated from the bed, the quiet tone of the girl on the bed causing each of the security guards to jump as if she had shouted at them. As each of them focused on her once more, the eerie absence of typing keys unnerved them even more, wondering what exactly they should do as the girl on the bed raised her head sharply to look at them, making all of them jump with nerves. The stories were right; there was something extremely unsettling about this girl, her vacant stare seemingly looking straight into their soul. "Mom says people are supposed to knock. She knocks." Each of them trying valiantly to ignore how her distant voice set them on edge, the security guard on the left swallowed deeply in fear and began inching towards her, stopping only momentarily when his movement caused the girl's head to snap to him as if he had made a cacophonous noise before bravely stepping forward bit by bit once more.
"Ms. Simmons?" He asked nervously, his voice breaking slightly; twenty years old and his voice still cracked at the worst times. "You're not supposed to be in here."
"This is my room." She responded after a few seconds of silence, her tone curious as she cocked her head to the side slightly. The security guard gulped audibly at the piercing stare she was sending his way, trying to ignore the wide, insisting eyes of his colleagues to get back to them where it was safe.
"Y-yes, but you're supposed to be downstairs...w-with the rest of the Heroes. You're probably already missing the tour." He offered, trying his utmost to keep his voice steady and friendly. If the completely unchanged expression of the girl on the bed was any indication, he was failing horribly.
"Did my own tour." She responded somewhat cryptically, doing absolutely nothing to set the security guards at ease, none of whom had any idea what she meant by that. Did she mean she'd broken into the building beforehand to look around, like she had now?
"Look," the security guard continued, diplomatically choosing to sidestep that particular issue and deal with what he was dealing with right now, namely the woman on the bed who looked to be only a couple of years older than him who also looked like she was still deciding whether or not to rip him to shreds and cannibalise his remains with only that blank stare of hers. "We-we'll just...take you downstairs, okay? We'll...go down to the entrance hall, where the tour ends, and you can meet everybody there, and you can introduce yourself without any trouble...okay?" He asked tentatively, feeling his whole body shaking.
"Entrance hall." She repeated after a few seconds of silence, giving away no insight whatsoever into what she was thinking.
"Yes." He acknowledged, considering it progress of sorts as his face lit up. "The-the tour will probably be ending soon, and there'll be plenty of opportunity for everyone to avoid any more trouble. So just...just take my hand. Okay?" He offered, now quite close to the bed and to her, tentatively reaching out his hand with apprehension for her to take it. He didn't think that she had any plans to actually hurt him; perhaps she was just quite strange. But either way, it might be the best way to go about it, he mused, taking great care not to flinch as her gaze snapped down to his outstretched hand, keeping it steady on his palm without blinking for several seconds before looking back up at him. Then she smiled an unnerving smile.
"Okay." She acquiesced softly, her grin spreading wide before her hands started to glow green, swiftly encompassing her entire body and bathing it in a glowing green light as she was literally sucked into the computer screen and disappeared where she was sitting; jumping back in horror, the security guard let out a high-pitched squeal of terror that he didn't think possible for him to use anymore as he lurched backwards too far, losing his balance as he tumbled onto his backside as it hit the floor. Judging by the concurrent screams and subsequent thuds of flesh hitting porcelain taking place behind him, he wasn't the only one woefully unprepared for what had just happened. Hyperventilating and turning to his colleagues with his eyes as wide as saucers, he could barely stand as he looked from one of his friends to the other in terror.
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?"
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Oh, it was much better in here; in here, she was free. Once she had disappeared into the computer system and bonded with the code, she once again felt like she was so much more equipped to do everything she wanted to do, and go everywhere she wanted to go. The code that flew through the computer systems and permeated every aspect of modern and past technology; it felt so much a part of her that it may as well have been the blood that flew through her veins. Likely it was. Once, when Mom and her were having dinner, she described when she had surfed with such...detail and feeling behind it. That was what it felt like when she bonded with technology; like she was surfing. Riding the code to every nook and cranny of the Internet was always tempting...but she had things to do. That nice man said that she had to go to the entrance hall. There were security cameras there, she remembered. She'd meet them all there.
Swiftly surfing through the code at numerous petaflops per second, she arrived at the security system faster than even she was used to. She did like to marvel at the computing speed of such mansions; housing Heroes and a prime reality slot had its benefits. It didn't take her long at all to single out the cameras related to the entrance hall and maneuver her way into the feed, an image being brought up of...a woman. Standing in front of a group of people, most different from the others, and all listening to what she was saying. One of them appeared to leave right after she had arrived. Bursts of light were fun. Ooh, maybe those were her powers? Probably; she wondered how one could travel at such a sluggish pace for so long, though. Not everybody could be as fast as her, but her mom had told her that not everybody could be as fast as her. She had to remember that, but it was hard at times. But the nice man said that she was supposed to introduce herself, and she was here, after all. Fun times, she mused at the thought of powerful computing speed as she opened up the code, found the tiny needle that she was supposed to thread herself through and...yes! She felt herself slipping through the bonds of the code as the camera mounted high up on the wall started to glow green, almost instantaneously throwing her out of the feed; feeling her body rapidly rematerialise in mid-air as she fell over ten feet, she felt her feet start to solidly reform as she landed with precision, crouching her body as she landed to absorb the shock as her now-fully rematerialised form made a loud thud on the floor, alerting everybody to her position. Idly, she wondered if they were more used to strange entrances than everybody else as she stood up to her full height, looking at the ceilings of the entrance hall and completely ignoring the group behind her, her eyes inquisitive and her head moving very statically.
"Smaller on the cameras." She mused softly as she looked around, her voice sounding extremely distant as if she was daydreaming as it always did, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she noticed the facets of the room that the limited view of the cameras tended to miss, having almost completely forgotten the fact that she was no longer alone as she mumbled absentmindedly and incoherently under her breath. Maybe they'd let Mom come here. They'd like Mom. Not sure if Mom would like them, though.
She missed Mom.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 4:43:54 GMT
After staring at her surroundings in stunned silence for a while longer, Audrey snapped back to reality and watched the group of heroes around her. Though the spacious room was nearly full, it seemed to be short one member of the group. Not being able to place exactly who that would be, she mentally shrugged it off and examined the faces that were actually present. It seemed that a hero who she recognized as Alex made it to the room sometime while she was lost in her daze. Keeping up with the news on other heroes wasn't something she cared about, but she was unable to avoid knowing about him and some of the other heroes present because of their fame. Her concentration was broken by the group greeting of a new hero who she recognized as Livewire because of his emerging fame, but she chose to look away in an obvious manner and not respond to it. It seemed to be a nice surprise that no one had tried singling her out yet, as she didn't particularly care about meeting any of them yet. Why befriend people who you're inevitably going to betray and defeat? Though, she was unsure of how many of the heroes she could guilt with her age with how capable and hardened many of them looked. With that in mind, she considered that it would be wise to form an alliance or two with other heroes despite her ambivalence eventually. Feeling her heart rate begin to rise because of the idle standing the heroes were currently doing, it was becoming harder for her to contain her excitement for checking out the rest of the mansion. Everything she had ever wanted was around her, and hopefully the prize for winning would grant her enough money to let her keep it. Shifting around on her feat and doing an awkward dance from the stress of standing still, she shoved the recently arrived Livewire out of her way in order to move past the group and closer to a hallway of the mansion. Fighting the urge to immediately take off down the hallway, she awkwardly stood in front of it and looked up to the faces of the group. She watched the recently arrived Alex as he immediately rushed to speak to Highlight, folding her arms and staring impatiently ahead at the group. What she knew about Alex's past gave her a negative position towards him. Her naive mind led her to feel disgusted at him for wasting his riches on drugs and feel little sympathy for anyone who does so. She watched him and Highlight, someone who she didn't have much of an impression of so far, flirt for a while before turning away after being made nauseous by it.
Eventually, her restlessness bottled up to the point where she couldn't stand staying quiet any longer. "Do they really just expect us stand around in this stupid room all day? I mean, JESUS, you'd think we'd be treated like guests." She said, making exaggerated motions and looking at no one in particular. Her attention moved back to the conversation between Alex and Highlight, as Alex seemed to run somewhere in a panic. "Junkie.." She mumbled to herself lowly, feeling superior though she was anxiously dancing around like one. As two staff members entered the room, she immediately stopped moving and snapped to attention. "Finally.." She said, casting a side glance at the hero beside of her. As the man who entered the room finished giving an introduction, she rolled her eyes at what she believed to be a waste of time. What the woman had to say, however, immediately perked her interest with what she had been waiting to hear. Though she was way more exited about getting to see the rest of the mansion, the mention of interviews coming up left an impression too. Though interviews themselves are generally annoying to her, they promise more fame and occasionally money. She hoped that her abrasive attitude would bring in more fans through the show, but she'd be willing to reluctantly lay on child-like charms if it had to come to that. As the staff began to lead the tour, she immediately began to shove two heroes out of the way in order to walk with the front. Her eyes went immediately aglow as more of the mansion's decor began to come into view, as she looked a round the new spacious room with an almost worshipful glare. Through her daze, she managed to hear the promise that the heroes would have access to servants. This only made her smile grow wider, as she was prepared to break the rule about not abusing servants as much as she could get away with it. Her eyes began to form tears, but she worked to hide them. A bit of a stranger to luxury, she felt that she deserved every bit of what she was finally getting. As far as she was concerned, no one would be prying her away from all of this. Unwilling to show her crying through her voice, she simply shook her head fervently when the woman asked for questions. Surprisingly, she didn't immediately run to check out her room when Highlight was given permission to and opted to stay in the middle of the group of heroes. Folding her arms over her chest, she attempted to look less child-like as she continued moving her head around. Already enamored by the mansion, she'd already forgotten home.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 15, 2017 9:33:09 GMT
"That's it man, let it out. You ok dude?" Jenny asked concerned over Alex's crying. He nods as he begins to control his breathing to normal, he sighs as he pulls himself up. He carefully cleans up any mess he made leaving behind no evidence, he flushes the toilet to give the illusion he was using it. Walking towards the sink he washes his face his ares are a little puffy and red, but nothing he can't take care of. He cleans his nose and looks at himself in the mirror for a moment. "Everything will be better one day." He thinks to himself, "Its got to be better I an do this." He reassures himself, he pulls his hood back up and exist the bathroom. Jeremy was sitting there waiting with a concerned look, though he says nothing its too open and who knows who is listening. Alex leans over and pats his best friend on the head as they head off to the assembly.
Highlight shoots off, ahead of the rest. So Alex decides to at least say hellos to the others. He walks up to Livewire, with his left hand in his hoodie pocket, he right becomes a sarcastic wave. "Hey man I'm Sketch, I didn't mean to be rude by ignoring you earlier. I haven't been feeling well, nervous I guess." He pauses for a few seconds trying to form his thoughts, and focus on the world around him, while he keeps an eye out for Quinn. He doesn't want to disappoint the man not now anyway. "Us Fringe kids need to stick together right? Though most of the people from the Fringe say I sold out, well either way I got your back man. You and I have a lot to prove to the rest of them, so good luck man I'll be here. Ok I'm gonna go check out my room and mingle a bit see ya around." He throws up a peace sign and walks away, he spots Ruby and thinks it best to avoid her. They've had little to no interaction and she didn't seem like his biggest fan, he smiles at her and waves politely before he keeps walking.
He walks past the lady she mentioned her name, but he didn't hear it nor did he care. He walks down the halls until he stumbles upon his room he opens the door and his stomach drops. "EGG SHELL WHITE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" He screams grabbing his sketch book he furiously flips pages,"What are these dollar store paintings on the wall, what the hell kind of chandelier is that. No no no no no, this will not stand." He finds the page he wants and draws for his go to guys. Crash, Smash, and Mash they were three earth golems. They all had the same uniform, they were black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes shirt with the sleeves ripped off, the cuff links sit at there rocky writs the only difference was each wore a different color luchador mask..Crash was made out of diamond, and was Sketch's personal muscle he wore a red mask. Smash was made out of iron he wore a blue mask and was Sketch's personal assistant. The last was Mash, he was made out of limestone, and was much smaller than the others. While his brothers were about seven feet tall, he stood at four foot three inches, and wore a yellow mask. He was his jack of all trades and did whatever was needed that the other two couldn't.
"Gentlemen." He addresses his entourage. "As you can tell this room was made by an insane person to torture the sane. Crash! Remove these paintings I never want to see them again, also take down the chandelier." He pauses before making sure Crash didn't destroy everything. "Gently, Crash understand? Smash please move everything else away from the walls like the bed and so on." He walks towards Mash and addresses him. "Please go down stairs and retrieve all of my belongings, while you're there if you see Dr. Quinn tell him I'd like to talk to him and his new patient once she is settled in. Have them come here I'll be busy, fixing this disaster." The three nod their heads and get to work, as Alex pulls out his sketchbook and starts drawing up plans.
Crash begins pulling the paintings and tossing them out the door a few of the frames crack from the impact and some glass breaks, but we must suffer for perfection. Smash slides his queen sized bed towards the center of the room and then moves to the dresser. Mash heads out the door walking past everyone ignoring them. The golems were great, but they lack social skills and a bit of intelligence so he used them for labor. Mash walks into the hall and past everyone slowly looking around at all the faces until it spots Quinn. "Master wish to see you in his room, when she ready. He invite the both of you." Mash walks away without waiting for a reply he continues walking to the limo to grab the requested items.
Back in the room, a million and one idea flow through his head, different themes, mixed with art styles. "I got it!" He yells out loud excitedly at no one in particular, his door is wide open so it cause his voice to carry down the hall, in between paintings and other gaudy objects being thrown into the hall. "This is to be my redemption, so I shall have my very room represent that. The walls up to about here." He marks the wall at about three feet high, and traces a perfectly straight line around the whole room. "This will be fire, while all above it will be a dark night sky." He stands to where he wants the bed and begins to mark the walls. "Here a might Phoenix will rise from the fires, of failure to soar to even greater heights!" His excitement can't be contained, as he begins to roughly draw his Phoenix in pencil. He silently sits there, his mind at ease and his hands steady, he is zen there are no problems just he and his art.
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Jeremy was happily sitting in Highlights arms until she decided to take off. The speed in which she moved almost tore him apart luckily his body held up. He listened to her speak as he recovers from the journey. "Do be more careful with me, I am still made of play doh technically." He smiles at her purring at the strokes. "I just hope things don't get too dangerous, Alex doesn't handle things well sometimes, and I mean, fighting villains is a new type of stress." He continues to purr lovingly though his voice is concerned. "Please protect him, I'm not asking you two to get involved or anything, though its cute you already started the will they won't they. I'm sure the editors and producers will swarm you guys with questions, and make all your footage seem like there's more going on." He laughs again as he begins to knead her chest. "Just look out for him, he isn't cured yet, just better."
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 15, 2017 12:39:20 GMT
Alice watched Livewire carefully. Normally when she saw things like that Smiley told her it wasn't real but this time he was staring at her to. Harvey appeared behind the magic girl and said. "Ooh I like this one she has such an interesting mind and she's not too hard on the eyes either." He said with a wink at Alice who rolled her eyes, Harvey could be such a tease. Walking up to the girl she tentatively spoke up "Can... can I touch you?" She held one gloved hand up as if offering a hi-five.
Quinn was becoming increasingly worried about this whole thing it was hard enough getting Alice to distinguish between reality and her delusions as it was but in this place he was beginning to wonder if he was daydreaming. Alice seemed to be doing fine for the moment so he followed Alex to his room. When he got there he found three giants made out of various minerals seemingly taking the room apart while Alex scribbles frantically in his sketchbook. Quinn chooses to simply observe for now not wanting to disrupt the boy's concentration but also wishing to talk about how he was doing. Quinn had noticed the Alex running off to the bathroom earlier and had worked with enough addicts to know what that meant.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 15, 2017 14:25:15 GMT
Intel informs Sven that his presence has been noticed and he slips through the shadows to escape. He dislikes entering the shadows. The realm without light is cold and seemingly empty although... sometimes he thinks he hears things moving in the void and once he was sure he felt something shifting in the dark.
He reappears silently from the shadow of a a young man with dreadlocks and a chain coiled around one arm. He immediately recognises him from the files as Livewire. "Jack Kirkland a.k.a. Desmon Tesla a.k.a Electrode; former accomplice to the criminal Wraith. Imprisoned for multiple accounts of aggravated assault, property damage and numerous other crimes. I hope for your sake your reformation is genuine for you will not enjoy what I do to villains especially those with powers as dangerous as yours." Says Sven to his ear his voice still carrying a slight trace of a Swedish accent.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 15, 2017 15:28:30 GMT
Sharna smiles apologetically at Jeremy. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget that not everything can withstand the speeds I go at." She gets up from the bed, Jeremy still in her arms as she walks around the room. She could never keep still for long, remaining in one spot left her fidgety. Always has to be on the move, which reflects well that her sub power is super speed.
A small smile graces her lips when Jeremy mentions Alex. "It's good to see him again, honestly. He seemed nervous today, like he felt awkward around me... I wouldn't blame him, I left things on a really bad note." She feels a pang of guilt and her own words sting. She didn't even consider letting him down gently... She justifies it by mentally telling herself he was the one doing substance abuse, the one who got himself in that state. She was merely protecting her career and name by doing it. Maintaining fame calls for hard choices.
"I don't even know if what we had is still there... When I looked at him, I was unsure if what I was feeling was the same spark or just physical attraction. But I wanna try and restart everything, become friends again. Kicking a habit like that must be hard and I wanna support it, especially with the role of an anti-drug hero campaigner going on right now. It will help show the media he's serious about this." and also brighten her own spotlight, but she decided to leave that little detail out. "Also did you see Orbit? Yeah, his outfits a little weird but I think he's rather cute looking, don't you?" She says with a sly smile.
She then looks around her room, thinking that she needs to redecorate the whole over the top rich feeling. "Speaking of the media, let's give the people at home something to watch and do something about these boring white walls." She walks to a wall and flicks the camera switch. Being on a reality one timer in the past, she already knows how things work with the privacy protocols. Within seconds, four camera orbs the size of small birds fly into the room and Orbit around the room, focusing on Sharna. "Antonio. Hit me up with a classic." She says aloud, to which he appears in hologram with a old fashioned cassette player. He hits play and the room fills with Redbone, Come and Get your Love. Holding Jeremy in one arm, she dances along with the song, leaving streaks of Neon in the air, on the walls and floors in smooth and artistic patterns. One half of the cameras follow her movements while the other lag behind to get a full view of the colourful display she leaves behind. "Come on, Jeremy! Let's see you shake those play doh legs!" She giggles as by she continues her work. If every day feels this easy and relaxed, she's gonna enjoy this league.
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Post by Envy on Feb 15, 2017 17:34:56 GMT
Desmon looks back at Alex “Yeah no bad blood between us bro so don’t worry about it. Hey I’ll have your back from here on out just don’t do anything reckless that's what I’m here for!” Desmon then watches Alex walk upstairs. Then turns his attention to a new voice from behind him he smiles so this is night terror putting two and two together he has shadow-based powers. “So let me guess you're a big fan of mine if I’m right Night? Also don’t worry about my reformation Night you may sound like a C-list villain but you do now what I’m capable of I could give a demo but where the fun in that Night? Now then this concludes our talk here “friend!” Will he was right about Night Terror but he doesn’t want to turn in a nemesis type of deal. Looking over towards Wonderland he winks “Hello, Wonderland happy to meet you.” walking towards the power outlet. In a flash of blue light he disappears traveling around through the circuitry of the house he reappears back in his room. Using his powers he grabs his manhole cover from downstairs make sure not to hit anyone on the way Great first day and it seems like I already made an ally and hopefully not a potential enemy.
Grabbing his bag first he looks scans the room for any hidden electronics such as cameras. A mental pulse goes off as a look towards a leather bound book on his bookshelf. Picking up the book it looks and feels like a normal book but the pulse get stronger as he examines the book. Looking at the back of the book he notices that the back of the book is slightly bigger than the front of the the front of the book. Walking over towards his bag he uses his powers to bring out some of his tools bring over a hammer and a couple of screwdriver using the screwdriver as a chisel. Desmon positions it on a corner of the book hitting the back of the book with the hammer and screwdriver the back of the book pops off revealing a power pack for a camera. Great hidden camera I love going to love this place he take the book apart and places the hidden camera’s innards inside of his junk drawer.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 15, 2017 20:23:10 GMT
"HEY DOC!" Crash yells using his inside voice, he never understood tone control. He walks past Dr. Quinn placing the chandelier on the ground outside. "JEN-TALL-LEE!" He yells again trying not break anything. "Leave the good doctor alone, Crash." Alex sighs at the rock. "He likes to watch, its why he traded me for the girl she's cuter, or maybe I'm getting too old." Alex fakes a pout as he turns around facing Dr. Quinn. "Where's my replacement? Cured already? You are a miracle worker." There is a little bit of animosity there, Alex looked up to Quinn and in his mind Quinn abandoned him when he was at his worst, for this new girl. He said he'd always be there too. The voice starts up again, but its quiet enough for Alex to ignore, though it is there nagging at him.
"What is her deal anyway, she seems spacey." Turning back to the wall he continues planning, his next art piece. "If she wants her room painted tell her I'll do it free of charge. I'll look out for her to, its the least I could do, for you anyway." His voice is a little sad, he knows Quinn knows what happened, he can see it in the way he's standing. "I'm fine ok!" He yells out of nowhere, the look Quinn is giving him is one of knowing judgement, at least that's the look Alex sees. He rolls up his sleeve revealing his arms, they are unmarked, for the first time in a long time. "I'm clean, no heroin not a mark on me!" He continues to yell creating a wall between himself and Quinn. "You can strip search me if you don't believe me." His voice is weaker now, he's clearly upset as he feels his face get hot and his eyes are watering. "Dude calm down, its ok man." Jenny tries to calm him hoping to help. "I'm fine no thanks to you, I did it all on my own, like always." He tries to hurt him though it most likely doesn't work, Quinn's been working with people for so long he probably sees right through him.
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"He's having a rough time, what he's doing...getting better I mean, it does a lot of damage on your body, and mind." Jeremy grimaces he doesn't like talking bad about Alex, especially to others. "Just leave the media out of it, do it as a friend not as a celebrity." Jeremy still sounds sad he doesn't get the obsession with the media and being famous. "The media is what started all of this." When the music comes on he walks to a corner of the room. "No thanks, I'm a cat I don't dance. Besides I'd steal all the attention off of you and I don't want to hurt your ego." Jeremy pokes a little fun at her as he climbs on her bed laying on her pillow deciding to take a at nap. When in actuality he is fully awake and just listening, to what goes on rainbow or not he's still a cat.
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Post by Raz on Feb 16, 2017 4:36:54 GMT
The plane ride had been an interesting experience for Darrius. Knowing that he was thousands of feet above the ground in a metal bird. He had always dreamed of what it would be like to see what the world looked like from above. Sadly, his disability kept him from seeing the clouds they were soaring through and the blue expanse they were flying above. He sighed wishing as he often did that he was able to see. Francesca had done all she could to ensure that he could see using his powers but sadly nothing could be done for his sight. The nerve endings inside of his skull simply weren't developed enough for his eyes or any form of implant to allow him to see the world as it was. But, so was life, he had long ago accepted his situation. Saw movement to his left as he tapped out the beat of a new song he was working on. With each tap the movement solidified until the form of a Carpathian sheep dog appeared in the seat beside him.
This was the form Frumos had taken to recently. He hopped over the arm rest and into Darrius' lap. He felt the weight of the beast push down on his lap as it stared up at him. He felt something scaled wrap around his neck and knew that Ielele had appeared as well. That was simply the nature of the beings that followed him. They chose when and how they appeared. Frumos looked concerned today, his eyes fixated on Darrius. "I'm fine Frumos, just a little nervous about today." The dog eyed him for a moment before laying down its head on the armrest. "So you say, I'm worried about you Darrius. This meeting you're going to, I don't like it. All of those people with power such as yours...makes me restless." The beast said in the same gruff tone Frumos always had. Darrius chuckled and patted his dogs head. Again he felt the fur of the otherwise invisible beast under his fingers, he felt the warmth of the dog like it was really there. "Don't worry Frumos. You and Francesca taught me well. I won't let either of you down." The dog gave a wag of its tail. "Yes I know you won't. You know you could never do that. We're all proud of how far you've come."
"Ahem." Came the slightly annoyed voice of the snake wrapped around Darrius' throat. "What about me Darrius? Have we not had fun together? Need I remind you of that night in Pella?" She said whispering into his ear. Her snake like tongue flicking his ear causing shivers to run down his spine. Darrius' cheeks flushed red at the thought of that night. Even now he was confused as to exactly what happened, but now was not the time to stroll down memory land "N-no Ielele, it's alright. I was just kidding. You know I couldn't have gotten through all of this without you. All of you..." He says thinking of adoptive mother he had been forced to leave behind. His spirits seemed to understand hid melancholy and looked sad as well. Frumos:"I must admit I'm going to miss Ms. Francesca. She has always been so good to you. But chin up lad, she'll contact us every now and then, I'm sure of it." Even the usually upbeat Ielele nods along. Her voice sharing Darrius' melancholy. "I'll miss her as well. But Frumos is right, she promised she'd check in on us. So no need to fret." She said wrapping around his neck just a little tighter to get warm. Darrius nodded and stared out the window into an empty abyss from which nothing could be seen. "I hope so." He says softly.
A few hours later he had arrived at the airport. Waiting for him was a man holding up a sign with his name on in. Darrius approached and asked, "Did Ms.Francesca hire you?" The man in his taxi driver uniform smiled and nodded. His accent was very thickly influenced by his New York heritage. Meanwhile Darrius still had quite his own accent. English had been the second language he had learned but even so it felt alien at times. Ielele and Frumos still remained by his side. Frumos growled at anyone who got too close. Passers by looked around for a dog they could not find. That happened sometimes. Other people couldn't feel his spirits but they could hear them on occasion. The driver lead him to his car and took off to the mansion that he will be staying at. As he approached he had hoped he wouldn't be too late, his flight had taken longer than expected. As he was within this train of thought the taxi pulled up to the mansion. Reporters still remained crowded around. Frumos grumbled, "Here we go." Darrius nodded and murmured thanks to the driver before opening the door and stepping outside. The diver had just now received his payment for the transportation so he peeled off as these drivers often are want to do.
There he stood, dressed in a black suit, dress shoes, his necklace displayed proudly, with a small bag in hand containing his meagre belongings. He began his journey towards the house without sparing a glance to the people who were snapping pictures and calling his name. People were murmuring about who this newcomer was and what it was that he was he offered to the group. Instead of speaking to them he whistled the tune to his newest song. He marched up the steps to the front door, inside waited the butler who asked for his invitation. Happily, Darrius produced the slip of paper and showed it to the man. The butler glanced around Darrius wondering where the rest of his luggage may be. Darrius chuckled and shook his head. "This will be all of my luggage. I'll keep it with me for now." He says holding his bag and proceeding inside of the mansion. It was a palace fit for royalty and he had somehow made it inside. "What a strange world we live in." He murmured before overhearing conversation from what had to be other invitees. So, wasting no time he went to meet them.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 16, 2017 7:11:38 GMT
All the MeChips on the heroes' person start to notify that a broadcast is available. It features two hosts standing beside one another. One is famed reality superstar Lyndall Stratus, a powered who can turn her body into sparkling diamonds. She became a massive sensation due to her bitchy attitude and controversial habit to pick verbal battles with other reality stars, which she eventually became a popular host by saying all the things people want to say, but too afraid to do so. The other is a tall and handsome man with nicely trimmed facial hair. He is know as Arthur Kendrick, a veteran host of reality shows. Whatever reality show you can think of, you can bet he has hosted St least one season of each. Always one to pick up on small details and body language, sometimes he exaggerates the meaning but everybody loves hearing him analysing too much to care.
"Good Morning, Millennial City! Welcome to our talk show, Top Class! Where our main focus for the next few months will the newly acclaimed heroic group, The Infinity League!" Arthur says in his usual host voice, a confident voice with welcoming hand gestures. "Who obviously couldn't pick a more original name." The sarcastic tone of Lyndall's voice chimes in, wearing her perfect Queen bitch smile.
"Let's dive right into it." Arthur begins. "The Infinity League has mixed their roster with elites, underdogs, redeemers and newcomers. They have really pulled out all the stops on this one! Let's begin with the more well known names.."
"The talk on all social media sites are Highlight and Alex, possibly the most well known celebrities in the mansion! Let's give you a little backstory on the two if you're unfamiliar. Highlight, real name Sharna Wendell, hails from Toronto, Canada. She began her career as the Sidekick of world famous hero, The Ice Queen. The duo became a force to be reckoned with, dubbed as 'the shining stars of Canada'. Last year, Ice Queen retired and Highlight began her solo career, instantly soaring to the high risers of the legend scoreboards. She is also a campaigner, raising awareness of drug abuse and raising money for charities helping those combat it. The young hero has already made herself very comfortable." Arthur turns to the screen beside them, where it shows Highlight dancing around her room and creating beautiful streaks of Neon. "She always knew how to stand out. So how about Alex, Lyndall?" The diamond woman happily takes over. "Speaking of experience with drugs, Alex Tricamo is something of a familiar with this. Tricamo came from the Fringes of Millennial City. At a young age, he used his unique powers of Artistic Animation to earn his first million. Sounds impressive, doesn't it? Let's get to his first slip. So much money and not enough experience handling it leads to bad decisions. These decisions were namely scandals with Heroin and Cocaine, it caused wide controversy but also boosted his fame further. As he got older and richer, the scandals became addictions and eventually led to being arrested and charged after a drug bust. Since then and countless therapy sessions, he's well on his way to a road of recovery... For now..."
"Okay Lyndall, let's talk about these two. They have had history correct?" Arthur asks, Lyndall's response never misses a beat. "If you call creating the biggest rejection of the year history, then sure." She says in her usual sarcasm. "It seemed like things were going light and flirty with the pair, until out of nowhere she shut him down. She said, quote, 'Why would I get involved with a druggie loser? I have my reputation to think of over you.' Ouch. Highlight seems to have a bit of a mean side to her." Lyndall finishes this recap with a knowing smirk. "Indeed she does." Arthur takes over. "But it seems the two have getting cozy once more. Their first conversation was short, but it said so much. Their body language and words expressed that their interest for one another is still there, Alex even gave her a gift upon his arrival of a rainbow cat named Jeremy, one of his first creations. Quite the heavy gift, there! But that's not all, it seems Highlight is keeping her options open. She didn't do well at hiding herself checking out fellow hero Orbit. She's also getting the attention of others, Livewire couldn't tear his eyes away from her body. Undressing her in your mind there, buddy? Highlight should be more subtle, else people are gonna read her like an open book! Back to Alex, he cut the conversation short by running off to the bathroom, visibly nervous and even blown a nose bleed. What the hell, right? He is still recovering from his addictions, so maybe that and the combination of nerves caused a small panic and needed some time to chill out, or is there something darker going on with the troubled artist? Either way, these two are ones to watch out for!"
"Actually let's talk about Livewire for a second." Lyndall begins. "This guy used to be a villainous lackey for the big and the bad, Wraith until they were incarnated and shipped off during the Devoid War." Some images show Livewire and Wraith's imprisonment. "After the war ended, they had an epiphany and became a hero seeking redemption, it shot him up high on the legend board for his story alone. Here's the thing, can somebody change that easy? I don't know about you Arthur, but he looks like he's trying a little bit too hard. I mean, he's doing those feeble attempts to break an awkward silence or to get noticed, and what's with the manhole Bro? Trying to show off your origins from the Fringes? So it reminds you of the Sewers, huh? Maybe I'm being forward about this, but that's the impression I'm getting as of now. Another try hard is this Night Terror. I'm sorry, but Night Terror? Doesn't sound very heroic, not to mention him breaking into the premises, then threatening one of his fellow heroes! Are you a hero, Night Terror? Or a wannabe villain? Give me something to work with here! Because right now, you seem like a very loose cannon to me."
"Settle down, Lyndall. We all know what you're like when you get too into things." Arthur says with a chuckle. "What do you think of our fourth most famous hero?" Lyndall continues her rant. "Ruby? I love the girl. The whole mega bitch, disinterested attitude? She's my kinda girl. Those who are unfamiliar with her, Ruby is the youngest hero in Millennial City history and one of it's grumpiest. She's a fourteen year old Essex girl, did you expect any better? She has been known to spew out hateful and rude comoments to her fans and the public. It works so well, it makes people love to hate her and everybody wants to see a hero who isn't sticking to the traditional means." clips play of Ruby getting verbally aggressive in interviews and public appearances. "But how long can she keep it up? Eventually as she gets older, people will get bored and fans will start to think she's just some hard ass with a bland personality, just a spoilt little brat. Take my advice, honey. Keep the attitude interesting and witty. People love passive aggression, they don't love being constantly abused however. Follow that, you will be just as good as me." She ends with an admiring smile thinking about this girl.
"How about Crescendo, Lyndall?" Arthur asks, wanting her to keep this streak she has going. "Ah. The Romanian." She says. "Hailing from Greece, Crescendo was an orphan who found themselves during the Golden Dawn Party. Seriously, being in that situation as a kid is all kinds of messed up. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a little loopy from it." Arthur interjects here. "Now I wouldn't say that. Although born blind and having a rough upbringing, he seems well put together. Although very fresh to the hero scene, he was mentored by Europe's respected Francesca Ditore, a hero known to take many people under her wing and send them in the right direction. He has also grabbed the female side of the audience's attention for being a rather attractive man. Those Europeans always get the attention, eh Lyndall?" She just snorts at this comment in response.
"I wanna now talk about Orbit." Arthur says "This kid is a true underdog. Look at that get up! It's untraditional, keeping him as unique as his powers over gravity, actually creating waves of gravity! How cool is that?? It reminds you of Hero the Devoid, that's a role model you wanna relate to! Then again, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know how dangerous it is messing with gravity. Ever heard of black holes, guys? This guy could possibly create one with just one slip up. Keep an eye on this one for the good and the bad! He seems very quiet, appealing to a lot of the audience already and giving him a very mysterious feel around him. No wonder Highlight is checking him out, eh?"
"Onto our final two. Wonderland and Matrix." Lyndall says heavily. "These are the newcomers. I'm gonna be honest with you guys, they weird me out. Matrix seems, and I mean it in the simplest and nicest way possible, socially retarded. The girl apparently teleported into her room, technically breaking into the mansion, and then argue with the a security guard that it is her room. Not even in the superiority complex way, but in a clueless child way. For some reason, audiences love this and find her absolutely adorable." Arthur jumps into this. "Of course she is! The innocence in her voice when she speaks and the way she looks around all shy like, that's damn cute to me! Let's get to Wonderland... Who is this girl? So far, everything coming out of her mouth is slugging insane! She's literally Alice in Wonderland! Where did they pull this girl from? I noticed a lot of the heroes are keeping their distance from her, showing that they're intimidated by her strange personality and delusions. It makes me wonder what the producers were thinking, bringing in somebody who scares the slugger outta them with her crazy language?"
"That is our first impressions of the new hero group!" Arthur says, bringing this to a close. "Later, they will have one on one interviews live streamed to you folks at home, getting their opinions! Bet that's exciting huh!? Be sure to write to us on social media about your first impressions of the heroes!"
"We'll be back with you again when we have more juicy details." Lyndall adds. "So long, Millennial City!"
The broadcast ends. It seems they are paying more attention to the bigger names of the group, showing enticement to the mystery individuals and tearing into the flaws mercilessly on all of them. The media can be either a serrated knife or a warm blanket. Sometimes both.
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Post by Raz on Feb 16, 2017 14:19:57 GMT
Darrius had expected stoic heroes perhaps making idle introductions while waiting for the interviews. Instead what he found was a scene reminiscent of a caricature of what westerners were like. Loud, angry, and insane. Ielele chipped into his ear, "And here I thought the riots back home were rowdy." Frumos agreed with her which was rare, "Yes, maybe we should take a seat and let them introduce themselves before we go out there." Darrius, heeding his spirit's advice agreed and sat on a chair in the corner of the room. He was uncomfortable breaking into the conversation, he always had been. Usually when he did that it would end up with him singled out. Getting noticed in Greece was the last thing you wanted. The chair itself was unusually comfortable, this amount of luxury was unheard of in Greece. Even Francesca didn't have this. It also made him feel evermore the outsider.
Sighing he went back to his music. Ielele murmured to him, "I think I'd like Beethovens fifth symphony today, dear Darrius." That was a favourite of hers. The hand motion was unneeded but he always felt able to finely tune his music with the right flair. But given the space he was in, perhaps just a finger wag would do. He lifted his right index finger and the violins began to play. The music's volume was kept low so as not bother the other heroes. He closed his unseeing eyes and simply enjoyed the music, with his power he was able to replicate any piece he had heard before. "Ah, what a lovely sound. Wouldn't you agree Frumos?" The dog had since transformed into an eagle that was perched on Darrius' shoulder. He eyed the snake and reluctantly nodded. "Yes, it is quite good. Though I've always preferred the tunes of the Scots proper fighting music that. Music I would say fits an occasion like this wouldn't you say, Darrius?" He said whilst turning his head to the boy. Darrius chuckled before finishing his rendition of Beethovens fifth symphony and switched to a song called The King of the Highlands. His foot tapping the beat while finger once more started the invisible instruments.
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Post by Alexodia on Feb 16, 2017 18:27:13 GMT
The place was...big. Big, so much bigger than the cameras had led her to believe. She hadn't been here before, both in the entrance hall and physically inside the building, admittedly, but the last time that she was in a place this big was...never. Usually, the government just let her operate from home rather than dragging her out into a sanctioned area; that never usually ended well. And of course she recognised that the cameras would distort her perception, but usually that didn't matter enough for her to go outside and actually interact. It didn't this time, really; she just had to introduce herself. She didn't like the idea of saying hi to everybody, though; that would take way too long. They may have questions. Questions would probably come later, since that sort of stuff tended to happen...later. She was particularly well-versed in what reality T.V. shows tended to do; research always had its benefits. That isn't to say that she understood any of it, though. Most of the hosts were usually more mean than they could have been. Flinching slightly as she looked down towards the porcelain ground, she remembered another reason why she didn't like busy spaces with other people; it was loud. Way too loud; endless buzzing of residual noise, and people talking, and it was difficult to tune it all out and not face it all at once. Everyone always talked over everyone else and it made her uncomfortable; even now, the group behind her were whispering, she could hear the clacking of feet on the ground, people asking questions. People were weird with questions; sometimes it sounded like they were talking to her when they weren't. She'd had to watch Mom for cues when they went out sometimes, but it was usually still too confusing, with all of the rules that didn't make sense and-
-wait...was that question just oddly phrased, or were they...no, somebody was talking to her, most likely, she mused as her eyebrows furrowed in confused thought. The voice was right behind her, and they were still waiting for an answer after several seconds; other people would have responded by now. Interesting; a question? Mom said people often took an interest in other people even if she didn't, so this was to be expected, she supposed. They didn't sound like a security guard, or a figure of authority; Hero, then? She was here with other people after all. But, as her eyebrows continued to furrow, she realised that she should probably turn around now; Mom said it was rude to not look at somebody when she talked to them.
Whirling around on the spot where she stood and coming to a dead halt in a full 180° turn, her head travelled back slightly at the closeness of the woman in front of her, her eyes widening slightly in fear. Probably not close enough for Mom to get unnerved, but too close for her. Blinking once at the woman sporting a hopeful expression in front of her, she stayed completely still for several seconds as she mulled over what she said, her eyes flitting over to the woman's held up hand with a distant expression, as if the hand wasn't really there at all, totally ignoring the other woman behind her sporting administration clothing looking over her warily, as if she expected to do something untoward. She probably led the tour, probably a part of the staff. She seemed nice, even if she did have a weird expression on her face.
"Touch...m-glove." She noted aloud, her voice almost epically distant in her usual fashion as she continued staring at the woman's hand, totally ignoring the woman's expression, almost having forgotten it already. "Don't...wear gloves indoors. Powers." She noted aloud once again; her voice would have probably sounded friendly if it wasn't so detached. "...Stranger da-no, not the..." She began to muse once more, before abruptly pushing her hand out and pressing the palm of her hand against the glove on the woman's hand, doing her best to smile reassuringly. Her mom told her to practice, but people usually just got scared. Maybe this time, though. She'd made a friend, it seems. Maybe they had to talk more. "Do you hate the cold?" She asked innocuously, trying for the type of casual that her mom had perfected, before a high-pitched notification went off in the staff-woman's arm, diverting her attention and causing her head to snap to the woman's arm rapidly and hold her gaze, looking past the woman in front of her as if she wasn't even there. It's a MeChip; people used those a lot, she heard. She'd never used one, though; she didn't need to. Neither did mom, but that's because she always said that she was her MeChip. Taking a few abrupt steps backwards as she turned around, once again turning her back to the group, she quickly dropped her hand from the woman and fished a mobile phone out of her pocket that she always kept for emergencies, feeling her fingers grip around the cool material as she came alive, integrating with the system on the mobile as her forearms glowed a faint green.
She did this a lot; retaining her physical body while still sending some of herself into vast network of systems making up the Internet. Here, she could operate like she knew she could; she didn't know exactly what the notification said, but it wasn't a short order at all to access Mckinnon's private servers from the Internet as she had done from the computer upstairs, infiltrate the secure systems and find the mansions particular system before locating the subroutine that functioned to alert all of the Heroes of the same thing on their MeChips. Even less work to go through the history and find out the last notification sent out to all of the Heroes; all of it took a shorter time than the other Heroes could probably perceive. A news notification, it seemed. She was supposed to listen to these, she remembered, as she focused her attention on the people on the screen and turned around, heading off into the mansion as she blocked out any other noise that she might hear, including the gentle addresses of the staff-woman attempting to get her attention. Katie, she believed her name was. But she wasn't important right now, she mused, as she continued to focus on the media address on her phone, having already synced her device to the MeChip notifications the rest of the team had built in already. She didn't even know where she was going, but she needed to be in a quiet place. Away from here. Away from the noise. Plus, she needed to move until the address had finished.
By the time she had reached the lavish living room several minutes later, the hosts were just finishing up their address, leaving her stood dead in the middle of the living room with her eyebrows slightly furrowed in perplexed silence. The woman had called her 'socially retarded', and the other seemed to acquiesce in a sense, only objecting to call her cute. She remembered people and how they acted; kids had often called her the second word when she couldn't understand their social reasoning, but mom always said that they were saying it to be mean. She didn't understand; she hadn't really met her. She was nice. She liked to think she was nice. Mom always said that she was nicer than most other people, even if she didn't know how to show it. She must have been one of the mean people when she was younger to less fortunate kids. She also mentioned...interviews later. Maybe those would go better. She wasn't good at interviews, but mom always told her to just be herself and it would work out. But that apparently came later. And for now, she was hungry.
"I'm hungry." She voiced out loud, her voice classically disaffected as she turned on her heels and headed towards one of the hallways in search of a kitchen. There wasn't a computer around, so she'd have to go by foot. Maybe they'd have snacks there. They usually had snacks in places like these. Mom always had snacks, she wondered, disappearing down the hallway in search of food, the harsh words of the female host already utterly and completely forgotten.
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