Yosef_Vanya

Gratz! You get your cape, stamina, new costume slot, and you can enter some hazard zone known as a casino (20 is gambleing age around here. >.&gt.

Eh, I read it and passed it off as a "memories/complaint/misplaced" thread. >.> Though, now that I think about it, it could be some sort of RP thread. I dunno though.

Looks like what I saw on Infinity when she was in PD. Very good. I didn't notice the emote until you pointed them out.

I think they want to, as it is stickied. This would fall into the Power Customibility field too, I beleive. It'd be pretty sweet to see this added.

/signed

((Yay! Sef story! Sounds great so far! Keep em up for zombies will invade your PM box. ))

((Thule? XD))

*Sits next to Sef*

Yay! Really cool, Ace.

I like it. Very interesting.

((OOC: Feel free to leave any questions, comments, criticisms, etc. Any and all advice is welcome! I hope you enjoy reading it as muhc as I enjoyed writing it. I'd like to thank LordDiov, TerminusEst13, Tomanoton, and Hallucinogen for giving me advice along the way! Thanks guys!

Oscar Robot: Your speach exceced thirity seconds in length. *Charges Obliteration-Arm-Cannon-That-Only-Damages-Target(s)*

Gah! *Teleports away*))

This is easy as cake! How do I do that thing were your paralyzed me with fear?

Simple. Think of something that scares even the bravest human and transfer that thought to a person via touch. It works best in the form you are in now, in fact, it's the only form it works in besides human form. Switch back to your normal skin and call up a _human_ guard, try it out on him.

How do I go back to my skin?

Think about your earthly body.

Abdul thought about his earthly body and all the harm that has been done to it, and he slowly began to be surrounded with a thick purple aura once more. He exploded in a flash of blinding light only to emerge as a human. He walked inside to his personal quarters, once inside he walked towards a panel on the door. He pushed a few buttons and spoke, "I need a human guard up here. Not one of those clones." A few minutes passed, Abdul thinking of something truly terrifying: a wild pack of starving junk-yard dogs chasing after an exhausted person who is approaching a dead end, and doesn't know it. The door slid open slowly, a man of average height, and average build stepped though the door clutching a 9mm pistol.

"Is there an intrud--" the man was touched by Abdul, several seconds later the thought was transferred, the man fell trembling to the ground.

Abdul laughed and though, Is there any way to kill this way?

No, but you can kill other ways. Think of an object, like a spear or some kind of blast coming out of no where and impacting this person somewhere. Then repeat as necessary.

Abdul thought of a bowling ball materializing out of no where and smashing into this mans head. No sooner than he has thought about this a dark ball came from Abdul's hands and smashed into the man’s head.

"[Censored]," the man swore in pain, "A-aah-hgg."

Abdul though of three swords coming down from the ceeling and impaling the man in the gut but missing all vital organs and slicing the stomach open, causing him to slowly bleed to death internally. Just as he thought this, his hands positioned themselves in such a way that the trajectory of said swords would be deadly, and three sharp masses of dark matter sliced though the air and the man’s stomach.

Abdul let out a sick and sadistic laugh, before calling up a medic to get the collapsed man. Abdul paced around his room, thinking of his new found powers. He was gifted. Even as a child he was always deeply angered at the meta-humans and those smarter than him (though, it was a rare case in a few subjects). There was a knock on the door, Abdul walked over to the door, opened the door, and then greeted the two medics who had come to pick the man up.

"He just fell over and started twitching," Abdul started to think of a dark blast forming in his hands as he walked over to the man, who was now on a portable stretcher. He reached out and touched the man's head, while doing this a ball of dark matter detached from Abdul's hand and phased though the mans skin, flesh, and bone to reach his brain. The dark matter slowly ate away at the man's brain, killing him twenty seconds later. This ability worked on humans lethally, but for muntants and other meta-humans it only gave them a headache (though with great concentration it could do much more).

"Thats odd," one of the medics looked up from the stretcher, "he seems to have stopped breathing or showing any kind of life."

The other medic looked at the medic in the eye, "you are too calm for just having witnessed someone die -" He was cut off seemingly unable to speak any more.

"I think you two should carry him to the hospital, he died of heart failure. His family has a genetic heart disease problem.

The two medics carried the stretcher out of Abdul's room without speaking. Abdul turned around to gaze out the window, scaning the area for possible places to build something special... After a few minutes looking for the right area to build, he called up one of his many city planners. He paced around the balcony waiting eagerly for the planner...

Abdul while sleeping that night had a series of torturous dreams focusing around his life and possibly his past and future lives. Abdul woke up all though out the night with cold sweat on his face, even though it was the middle of the humid Indian summer.

Wake up, host.

Don't call me a host, ever again.

Abdul found himself surrounded by a faint purple aura, he ignored this, got out of bed and got dressed in his casual clothes; loose fitting blue jeans, a loose fitting white undershirt, plaid jacket, and a pair of sneakers. He walked onto a platform that had railing around it, he pushed a button and the platform move forward, gently pushing a pane of glass upward, creating a balcony for Abdul to look out on. His plaid jacket blew open in the breeze, all around him he could see buildings, both short and tall. Off in the distance he could barely make out what looked like a massive tower being constructed.

Concentrate on the form which you saw first of me.

Abdul did as he was told, but nothing happened. Only the wind blew, nothing else. No dramatic transformation, no flying squid-like form.

Concentrate on your fear of the form.

Abdul did as he was told once more, but the purple aura around him only thickened. Still no dramatic transformation.

Concentrate on our conversation.

With this thought, Abdul remembered all the words the Nictus had spoken to him. Finally after recalling the whole conversation, he felt the wind blow in all directions at him. He glowed even more with a purple aura, and then the aura expanded into a thousand different blinding colors. When the colors had settled, Abdul was no longer a human, he was the squid-like form he saw the night before.

Good. Try hovering a bit off the ground, now.

How? I'm human, I don't know how to fly.

Don't think about it. Just let yourself go.

Abdul let all his thoughts go from his mind, emptying all his thoughts, and slowly began to hover above the balcony. He let go even more and flew at a slow speed towards the air in front of him.

I'm doing it! Woo hoo!

Now, you go back to the balcony and land.

Abdul thought about turning around 180 degrees to face the balcony which was now over seventy feet away. He thought about slowly drifting into the pyramid, and he slowly but surely moved closer every minute to the pyramid and the balcony.

How do I land?

Think about falling with a parachute.

Abdul thought about free-falling from a plane, and slowly descended to the balcony.

The hulking giant spoke, "Can vos agnosco mihi Abdul?"

Abdul lay there thinking to himself, Can you understand me, Abdul?, Abdul tried to speak but he couldn't speak, instead he thought what he was going to say, he didn't realize it, but he thought it in Latin, Etiam Ego can agnosco vos.

The figure responded telepathically, Bonus, which meant 'Good'

Quisnam es vos, quod quis operor vos volo me?, which meant 'Who are you and what do you want with me?'

EGO sum quispiam quisnam has been servo a propinquus vigilo in vos! Vos have adultus valde atrum in vestri mores! Ego sum hic ut propono quispiam. a merge inter nos. Vos teneo quis Ego sum, Ego sum Nictus! Vos have lego super meus pius. [ I am someone who has been keeping a close watch on you. You have grown very dark in your ways. I am here to propose something . . . a merge between us. You know what I am, I am a Nictus. You have read about my kind. ]

Quis est vestri nomen? Ego requiro refero! [ 'What is your name? I demand answers! ]

Meus nomen isn't maximus vox iam. [ My name isn't important right now. ]

Quare operor vos volo ut merge? Quis est illic perceptum ex merging vobis? [ Why do you want to merge? What is there to gain from merging with you? ]

The figure hesisitated for a moment and finaly spoke, Is est a mutuus consensio. Vos volo ut merge quoque, magis vox pro utriusque nostrum. [ Its a mutual agreement. You want to merge too, more power for both of us. ]

Abdul looked up at the ceiling, thinking. What the hell is this thing? Why does it want me? What is so special about me? All these questions would soon be answered. . .

"D-do you speak English?" Abdul managed to speak trembling at the beast.

"I speak English, some." the beast spoke to Abdul.

"You a-are a Nictus, cor-rect?"

"Yes. I am a Nictus. Stop asking petty questions."

"Why do you want me to merge with you?"

"You are a special one, you will have a time when you will need me. However, your mind is unstable, very unstable. We would be at war inside your head most of the time. The benefits of us merging would be very beneficial for both of us, you gain my powers and the ability to switch to different forms. Now for my cut of the deal. . ."

"Wait! You want to give me powers?! I'm shocked."

"Yes, of course you are. Now for my cut of the deal, you will be hunted by Void Hunters. They seek to destroy me, and they will destroy you too, I will gain a human host to prolong my life even longer."

"How long is your life?"

"Surprisingly, only a few years right now. I am a young Nictus, but I have knowledge of The Ancients."

"Your young then?"

"No, I’m ancient compared to your life span."

"Will my life be longer too?"

"Longer than it already is, yes. You will live until your foolish decisions take control of your life and send it spiraling out of control into an abyss of pain and suffering."

"You will help prevent this?"

"Yes."

"Lets do it then."

The being at this time exploded in a blast of negative energy that slowly recollected itself into an orb-like form, surrounded Abdul and slowly absorbed itself into Abdul.

It is almost done. Sleep tonight, it will be done tomorrow.

Abdul Alharzed was always a misunderstood, and often cast aside youth. When he was a teenager, he found a copy of the Necromonicon in his father’s basement, he immediately began to read from this old book and became strangely attracted to the books contents. Although the book was written in a mix of Arabic, Greek, and Latin he understood a vast majority of the book right from the start, this is where he developed his love for ancient texts. Years pass, Abdul went to college majoring in ancient language study and historical text. By the time he had graduated (he was top in his class) he had become fluent in Latin and Arabic, which led him to unlock secrets of The Necromonicon by reading its texts.

Abdul's life soon became obsessed on finding THE original Necromonicon, and destroying every copy that wasn't the true thing. No one knew why he became obsessed, most common explanation is the book drove him insane. Years past, he still hadn't found THE original Necromonicon but was getting close, he could feel it. He finally arrived in the last place he was planning on looking for The Necromonicon, Delhi, India. He had forced his way past the monks guarding the vault of sacred objects, and demanded that the vault be opened. The confused monks opened the vault (they were under the influence of The Necromonicon), and Abdul slowly removed object after object looking for The Necromonicon.

At last, his years of dedication had yielded the prize he had wanted in his hands since he was a teenager, the original Necromonicon. He spent a good majority of the next several years reading and memorizing the contents of The Necromonicon. During this time, he inherited unearthly amounts of money from aunts, uncles, and other relatives who had passed away that he didn't knew existed. His fortune didn't stop there, he found many precious stones in his backyard, and one of these was The Blood Ruby. He was corrupted by The Necromonicon’s power and magic, there was no turning back for him. He was given unnaturally long life, and was never sick another day in his life after he had memorized the original Necromonicon.

With his wealth, he bought small war torn counties in Africa, and united them, trained them, and even against impossible odds invaded India, only to have the Indian Prime Minister hand complete power over to Abdul Alharzed. With this new found power, he became a powerful dictator with an iron grip over his county. He worked miracles for his county, wealth pouring in, population skyrocketing, housing for everyone, enough food for everyone and the some, and massive oil deposits off-shore. He built lavish palaces for himself, on the surface he seemed like a very nice dictator, but under it all, it was an act to win two billion peoples hearts and devotion.

Abdul had built his 'perfect' world in India, but it was only /his/ perfect world, but that didn't matter to him, he had billions under his control, he could care less about every single one of them. The palaces he ordered constructed were some of the largest buildings in the entire world, furnished with priceless artifacts, books, rugs, and practically anything you can imagine. Armed guards patrolled the hallways of the palaces (which looked more like museums in some places), thousands of cameras watched every centimeter of the palace. To further his dominance, he placed a world-wide ban on supers, military training, military class weapons, items that could be used in construction of said weapons. All weapons were to be seized on sight, and all supers and those with military training were to be taken with lethal force.

Eventually, people started to see the true man that Abdul Alharzed really was, but they ignored it as the power of The Necromonicon was blinding them. More and more people who openly talked about attempting to overthrow the dictatorship that ruled the county started to disappear for a few days only to come back . . .different. They had lost their free will that Abdul had "given them as a benefit for following him". These people were worked to death in the mines and the oil wells. People started to realize and lose faith in their leader, and then almost as everyone lost faith, something happened.

Abdul Alharzed used The Necromonicon to raise the worlds dead (in certain areas) to invoke fear upon his foes. Many turned to him (and the ones that had turned away from him turned back), and now live under his strict dictatorship, towns are captured by the Undead and are seldom killed, they are usually worked to death in production, mining, and other industrial jobs and then an hour later rise from the dead and work again for all eternity. Abdul's will is almost indomitable, he has a natural will to dominate thus making him a near perfect dictator. Abdul Alharzed is a codename, not his real name. He chooses not to use his real name for reasons unknown, he travels with his personal body guard, Rommel Herrman, also known as Kommandant Thuel.

Shortly after summoning the undead army bent on world conquest, a shadowy squid-like figure came to him in his sleep. The figure floated above his bed, reached out a long glowing tentacle, and finally touched Abdul on the forehead with the tentacle. The shadowy squid-like hovered above Abdul turning it's head in interest as Abdul lay petrified in his bed, unable to move as the shadowy squid-like form morphed into a hulking giant armored figure who glowed with a eerie purple glow.

1012: You may not under any reasons create a giant bug only to have it turn out to be the dwarf giant bug upon defeat.

((*pokes Khell* Thule. Nikolai. Helicopter. New Mu. Get.))

((He's in with the main group of people. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.))

A humble black Dodge Viper (2006 model), with tinted bulletproof glass, pulled into the parking lot of the Warhawk Clinic. The driver side door opened, two legs came out, then a torso, then part of two arms, then finally the heroes face, covered by the shadows of the near by tree. The unknown hero was wearing a pair of blue jeans, his signature white tank top (with a blue ace in the middle, surrounded by a golden diamond), and a Hawaiian-shirt-turned-jacket. The figure walked up to the gates of the Warhawk Clinic.

The figure stood at the gate for a few minutes before being granted entry, he was practically a regular by now. He strolled though the pathway into the Clinic, he was greeted with his usually "Hello, Ace!" or anything remotely like that. Ace kept to himself with alot of things, he was much older than he looked, he had fought in both Rikiti Worlds, and had done many deeds that should have granted him ATLEAST an honorary membership in the Freedom Phalanx.

Truth be told, Ace fought along side some of the most prestigious heroes ever to exist, even Hero One on the Rikiti homeworld. That is something he didn't really like to think about much. He always felt responsible for his disappearance, and presumed MIA. No one would believe his story, not even Statesman or the Freedom Phalanx. They just couldn't believe what he had told them, that was all. He felt like that was why he wasn't accepted into the Freedom Phalanx. Still, he was a war hero, that was something not everyone was.

He had more stories to tell about his life to anyone who would listen today. He always had stories to tell. He walked through the lobby and approached the group of people gathered, "Hello younglings."

Ace probably looked a bit odd saying this to them, they all probably thought the same things, but all he did in response to the "who is the new guy" was open his over shirt to reveal his insignia. Anyone who was a follower of the hero movement would probably recognize him for who he really is.

((I know short post, more when I'm feeling it more.))

((THREE, FOUR. ))

Sweet Story! I love it, Essex!

I thought it was if you first don't succeed, eliminate all evidence you tried, then call in an air strike.

Well, after long self-debates, I have determined a song for AD, if you know me or your character knows AD fairly well, then you will see. I know, it's emo-ish.

'Fallen Angles' - Ra

Lyrics:
Fallen, broken. Simply dissolved into an incomplete thought. An empty shell, cracked, and disfigured. With no remorse, I have been blinded by the darkness. With no disdain, I have recieved my punishment. And with no haste, I await them.

My eyes don't see the obvious,
It's way too far to go,
Forget about the rest of me,
There's nothing left to know,

I see fallen angels,
When I try to go to sleep,
And they're always watching,
I see fallen angels,
As I'm walking in the streets,
Silently preparing,
For what they'll do to me,

You see, I'm kinda paranoid,
My luck, it seems to have run out,
So I will point the finger now,
Beyond the shadow of a doubt,

I see fallen angels,
When I try to go to sleep,
And they're always watching,
I see fallen angels,
As I'm walking in the streets,
Silently preparing,
For what they'll do to me,

I see fallen angels,
When I try to go to sleep,
And they're always watching,
I see fallen angels,
As I'm walking in the streets,
Silently preparing,

I see fallen angels,
I see fallen angels,
When I try to go to sleep,
I see fallen angels,
As I'm walking in the streets,
Silently preparing,
For what they'll do to me.

((Sweet, Awesome post! Also second to post again!))

Or! Both! I know its a long shot but you know what, I don't care it's a possibility, though.

((Woo Second. Very awesome story.))

((Well, I'm liking the responses so far. I'm hoping that things will be a little more shook up after this post. I have thought of a way to make Abdul Alharzed's empire more clearly. I'll post it as soon as I'm done making and editing it. [EDIT: Heres a map that all Longbow carry, that you can pick up at any map store, etc. It's a common map that I will update as the thread will go on. ))

Abdul Alharzed sat at an ornate desk inside a symmetrical room deep inside his palace waiting for a visit from his advisors. Thoughts ran though out his mind. Was his crazy plan actually working? Were his dreams of world domination working? He had no clue, it had been many long years since The power of The Necromonicon had clouded his mind. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, or so it seemed. In reality only twenty-seven minutes had passed until there was several knocks at the stone slab that was supposably a door.

Three men dressed in decorated military uniforms walked in with four armed escorts, guns being pointed and cocked as they walked though the door.

"Enter." Abdul Alharzed stated in a chilling but calm voice.

"Sir, Moscow, Russia did not surrender itself to the shock troopers. The Undead swarm was promptly raised in the area where Stalin kept his mass graves from the Cold War and War World Two. ETA of the Undead swarm in Moscow, Russia is three days and six hours. Depending on wether or not Russia puts up a resistance. We have an updated version of the World Map for you." The general reached into his breifcase and pulled out a laminated map and handed it to Abdul. "This is of course after our victory over Russia," he added.

Abdul studied the map for a few seconds, then crumpled the map up and threw it at the general. "Why was New India included on the map? Didn't I ask it to remain secret?"

The second general spoke up, "This might not be the best time to say this, but, a shipment of these maps were intercepted by Longbow. We believe that they have issued these to map makers and Longbow soldiers working in the street."

Abdul nodded his head at the second general, and then turned to face the general in question, "why was New India included on that map, general?"

The general looked at Abdul and hesitated to speak, "well, we forgot that it wasn't supposed to be on any public map."

Abdul looked at the general, "fair enough. Remove one of those stars from your jacket and throw it out. You are demoted for possible leaking of military secrets."

The general sighed and removed his almost brand new fifth star, "as you wish."

Abdul looked at the second general, "Longbow has known about New India for a long time. They don't know its location though -- now they do." He turned to look at the first general as he changed his tone.

Abdul turned to look at the third general, who was remaining silent until now, "how did the corruption of the gangs in Paragon city go?"

The general spoke up, "without a hitch, sir. Gangs have laid traps and other explosives around Paragon City. There was an alarm tripped however. One of our opratives asked a kid who was dressed in Skulls garb if he would do us a favor, he said sure, we handed him a bag full of traps and explosives, and a partial map of some locations he was supposed to lay them in. He went to Longbow about this, and set the whole alarm off."

Although you couldn't see his face because of how the light was in the room, you could tell that Abdul was quite angerd by this response. "Leave. Now." Abdul spoke in a chilling voice.

The three generals nodded and walked out of Abdul's presence. They walked the twisting coor-doors, walked down the endless staircases, and finally after a bombardment of security checks, they walked out of the building. The one general who had been demoted was called back by a guard to pick up one of his belongings that was taken off in the search. As he was walking back time seemed to slow, almost simultaneously four panes of glass on the side of the pyramid lifted up and revealed twelve armed and manned machine gun emplacements. He looked down to see twelve lazer sights fixed on his person, one in each of his legs, and the rest in his chest. He didn't think much of it, as it was standard procedure, but for twelve of them, something was up.

A chilling voice crackled over the speakers outside, it was Abdul. "5 Star -- 4 Star General Robert Dawnson, 32nd ground army you are convicted of treason in the highest ranks. You are here by sentenced to death.

Before he had a chance to run the twelve machine guns opened fire on the general, peppering him with a fourty-five second barrage of .32 bullets. The other generals, who were almost outside of the compound turned around to see what all the noise was about, only to see their fallen comrade hit the asphalt pavement. They merely turned around and walked out of the compound calmly. That was what happens to people who cross paths with Abdul Alharzed. He could easily have had them all killed as they were walking out of the compound, or had the hallways gassed with a powerful nerve gas that would eat away at their nerves until they couldn't move and then would be just another test subject for cures.

Several soldiers ran out to the corpse, picked it up, and then carried it inside without a word.