Cyrickain13

Let me type something up fior the fun of it and i'll post it on here tommarrow or even late tonight. Who knows you all might like it. If you do I can gm or atleast try too.

Darean looked at the hologram of the world. Apperently this Acid fellow had more then a few connections.

"Both of us arn't really that well verced in geography. In fact since after the war we really haven't been well versed in anything but revenge." Darean said. Darean started pointing at the map, "From my sources, the Secret Police have caches and personel, here here and here." Darean continued.

Damien pointed just slightly above Antartica. "Here in the cold barren wasteland is rumored to be their base. Darean and I fought here, and over here and dont forget this one here." Damine continued pointed at spots on the map.

Damien and Darean scratched their heads at exzactly the same time. Both of their looks could be sold at a priceless art gallery.

"Ummmm......", Damien said.

"Yeah I uhh gotta...." Darean replied to his brothers insightfulness.

"What eczactly are you looking for...." Damien finally spat out.

I'll help as much as I can. Already got two great characters for it hehe

Id be interested in a sv101 again

"About time some one made some sense and offered a good idea.", Damien said.

"I agree." Darean replied.

Hey guys I know you all english majors and stuff so I need 2 answers.

... <=== WHat is the term for that. three periods indicating deep thought

Ra'chele: What is the name of the apostraphe that inidcates strong pronauciation of the syllable.

There you go guys

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"Well, if yall want money, I'm afraid I can't help ya." Acid shuriged with an indifferent expression, "Don't have any anymore...at least none that'd be accepted on Terra."

Acid was perfectly fine with Tam going to sleep. It didn't look like she knew much about what was going on down there anyway.

"And yeah, I gotta say you'd be wasting a chance - though I can't believe I'm agreeing with Phillis, hehe. But if you want to leave, we'll be sure to drop ya off when we start the next op."


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Damien pulled Darean to the side. They needed to talk and they needed some privacy.

"What was all that about?" Damien asked his brother.

"Midas needed to be taught a lesson." Darean replied.

"But not like that. We don't kill for fun, remember."

"But we do kill."

"Listen to me brother, you need to chill."

"Your right, I'll apologize to Midas."

While the brothers were talking the ship became quite a buzz of commotion. Something had happened but the brothers didn't know what. Approaching Acid (OOC he is still near the brothers right) Darean looked him in the eyes.

"Whatever your planning count us in, but we reserve the rights to salvage anything we find on anyone's body, friendly or foe. We also reserve the right to a 20% share on any profit you make on selling any and all salvage you find." Darean said holding out his hand.

"That's the brother I know and love." Damien said smiling.

OOC- No there isn't.

Damien collected his ID's from the floor. "Sound's good but as far as we are concerned we dont do anything for free." Damien said.

Darean had heard enough. His fist moved with superhuman speed.... right into the chest of his brother. The magical energy that powered both of the brothers cancelled out attacks made on each other, but the punch still hurt.

"Darean, temper temper." Damien said to his brother. "Dr. Phillis has a point. What have done with our powers but kill? I'm sure Dr Phillis, didn't mean to anger you."

Darean walked away from his brother, angry but not in the mood in the to fight anymore.

Damien looked at Dr. Phillis, "I just saved your life. You don't owe me one though. Everybody, gets one. Next time I won't be there."

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“It’s just like a metahuman to raise themselves above others because they were born with superior abilities.” Midas added. “One chance in millions, and they’re lucky enough to be blessed with it, and they brag like they’ve achieved something of their own devising. Gloat all you want, your kind’s propaganda is what got us into this situation in the first place.”


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Darean took a couple steps towards Midas. "What do you mean by that? You think I wanted this?" Darean said as his hands began to glow with energy. "You think my special abilities are gifts? You ever seen someone hunted down and killed and then reanimated to hunt down and kill you? You ever had to bury someone you loved, twice? You sciencetist are all the same, you think you know what makes a man tick.
Why do you think me and my brother are out there every night, hunting down secret police scum? You think I like being different?"

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Taking a step forward, he confronted the two, "Let me guess: hitmen for hire, live in the proverbial underground, preferred method of doing the deed is burning people to a crisp. Oh, and tell me if I'm getting warmer here..."


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"Well it's obivous that we arn't part of the grand scheme." Darean said with a smile. "But im not sure what you are talking about? Hitmen for hire...sounds so thug like. My brother and I are professionals not some amatuer like Dr. Mc Talkingstoneinmypants. We don't take on charity cases either." he continued looking at Essex.

"Oh come on Dare, the cat's out of the bag." Damien said interupting him. " Yeah we're hitman the best in paragon. As for burning those poor bastards, only what can Id them. Their faces, fingerprints, dental records. Makes it real hard to identify them." Rifling through his back pocket, Damien grabbed a handful of ID holders. Throwing them on the ground in front of Acid. "Anyone you know been marked by the Cross?"

"Damien that's enough!", Darean shouted. "Forgive my brother, he is a special case."

Rolling his eyes at Darean, Damien started to head towards Vern. "Here dragon, nice dragon, Daddies got a little girl for you to eat."

The bay was silent after Midas's tirade. Sure you could still hear some huffing and puffing from Midas and some chuckling from Acid but other then that the bay was silent.

Damien started to applaud. "That's right crazy man you tell the tiny scary computer thingy how it is." Damien nudged his brother in the ribs trying to get him to applaud the lunatics rant too.

Darean looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. "Acid like I said you seem to be in charge so what's the plan? I wont ask a third time."

Great story is a good read.

When Danny was done eating Tyler looked at the scrawny kid. "Better get some more food, kid. Who knows when were going to eat next?. Tyler said.

Jen sat back in her little protective bubble watching the fight unfold.

Damien and Darean stood quietly watching this drama unfold. From what they gathered this man called Acid was the leader or at least he was in charge. The toehr hitchhikers seemed to be vying for the posistion of second in charge.

Darean thought he remembered the name Essex but he couldn't place it at all. Damien on the other hand knew the guy, essex was holding onto, was Dr Midas Philis but he could't place why he knew that.

"Ok, looks like your the guy in charge." Darean said to Acid. "What's the plan and is there any chance you might be needing me and my brother?"

Damien looked Midas up and down. "Do I know from somewhere?" Damien asked.

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"Do forgive me." Acid mumbled back at them, "It hasn't been the best of days. And since I've got the feeling Ess' question is gonna be your next one...SENECA, what kind of pathline we got right now?"

"Oh, we're about at Bronze Way and 4th Street." a woman's voice replied over an unsen speaker system, "Give or take about fifty meters..."


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"Great Bronze Way and 4th." Damien muttered.

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"I'm sure I could take you back to your father if you'd tell us who he is." the scientist said. "We're out of danger now, I believe. It wouldn't be much trouble for this ship to teleport you to your home again."


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"Looks like they kidnapped more then just us, Brother." Darean stated.

After Jen had straightened out her shelfs she sat down and moved her survielence cameras to catch the action at City of Gyroes. She was slightly startled when her phone rang.

"Gamma's Garage if you can break it, we can fix it." Jen said.

"No time for pleasentries Black Gamma, you are urgently needed." said a voice in an english accent. " Quickly get your suit and met me in Atlas Park."

"Posi, is that you? C'mon you know I'm retired. Side's I couldnt fit into my suit anymore age hasnt been good to me." Jen responded.

"How'd you know it was me?" Positron asked.

"Caller id. Welcome to the 21'st century."

"C'mon Gammy, I saw you last week and I know you can still fit in suit. You look just like you did in your twenties."

"Minus the grey hair, the not-so-toned stomach, and the 20 pounds, I've put on Posi."

"Always said you needed to put on about 20 pounds."

"What? I was too skinny for you? Is that how it is?."

"No... No C'mon Gammy why don't you just stop by?"

"Can't Posi, locked down again, mall is under attack by zombies. I'm in my protective bubble. Sorry."

"God, can't you just say no or you need to "wash your hair" or something. I can take rejection you know?"

"Bye Posi."

Ready for a fight the twins launched at their weakest opponents only to be telported to some type of drop bay. Not really sure what to do the twins gathered close to each other.

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"Oh, great...hitchhikers..."


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Even though it was mumbled in a low tone Darean still picked up on it.

"Oh great, We've been kidnapped." Damien said.

"And by some one who's rude." Darean added.

The twins stood there looking at their new friends or enemies.

(OOC- The twins are in Black Pants and comabt boots. Their shirts are a dark red/brown color. Both of them are wearing standard issue secret police enlisted trenchcoats. Darean has a bow and quiver on his back with a targeting reticle on his eye. Damien has a starburst tatoo on his left eye. They both have red hair and green eyes. They are indentical twins cept Damiens hair is the dreadlock look from coh (not real dreadlocks) and Dareans hair is the styled look. Damien smokes.)

Jen had heard the commotion down at City of Gyros, why they ever let them set up shop on the first floor instead of the third floor always confused her. Walking to her staff only door she opened it to vast array of computer equipment. Punching her secret code in the stores security sytems went into effect.

Her store was covered by a seven layered force field. Confident that nothing could breach them she sat back behind the counter until she noticed how much of her inventory had dropped from the shelfs.

"Always cleaning up this place." She said to no one as she started picking up the fallen inventory.

Seeing Midas and Essex flee from the commotion shocked Darean. Where had he seen that little girl before? He knew he should have known.

Damien stood there dumbstuck too. Seeing Midas again triggered a flood of memories. Unable to stop his mind from going a thousand miles per hour, he just stood there as the robots, Midas and the little girl flew away.

When a second person emerged from the hatch, both brothers knew that these people had to be running from the authorities. Moments later the helicopter's spotlight convinced them.

20...

Unsure of what to do Damien covered himself and his brother in smoke.

"We have to get out of here." Damien said.

"No, we have to help them." Darean replied.

"Dammit brother, we need to leave besides thats Midas Phillis!"

"The little girl?"

"No the guy."

"How do you know him?"

"I don't."

"You just said you did."

"Whatever I dont care, can we get out of here?"

"Yeah follow me." Darean said as he leaped through a ground story window pane, right into a gaggle of soldiers.

10...

"Hi boys" Darean said his fist glowing with energy. A split second later Damien landed beside his brother.

"You get the big ones, I'll take the other one." Damien said while his became balls of fire.

The twins rushed into the warehouse. Looking frantically for a place to lay low while the soldier's bodies where disocvered. Quickly looking at an odd assortment of crates piled up they found a hatch that was locked from the inside.

"Well isn't this great?" Darean commented.

"Shh, quiet brother, do you hear that?" Damien asked,

Straining his ears Darean didn't hear anything strange, until the explosions went off.

"Dammit Damien, you lead us into a war zone!!"

"Me, your the one who said lets hide in here."

"Dammit the hatch is moving!!"

"Great just freakin fantasic."

Darean quickly drew his bow at the hatch. Damien conjured some fire in his hands.

"Let's give them a warm welcome." Damien said.

On the first floor of the mall of Paragon stood a very unique shop, filled with gadgets of all sorts. Heroes could use these gadgets to enhance their technological powers. Sure Cooke's Electronics had the best of these gadgets but a small amount were traded and repaired, here at Gamma'a Garage. The owner of this shop was the once legendary. Black Gamma. herself. What else could she do after a life time of crime fighting?

Jennifer Erichiro, aka Black Gamma, stood at the counter of her small shop. She was a dainty woman standing only 5 feet tall, with dark black hair. A touch of Spanish and Japanese ancestory could be seen in her angular face. Her almond shaped, green eyes, showed a few wrinkles. Being almost 45 she had given up her life as a crime fighter. Now she busied herself with repairing broken down enhancements and selling them to poorer heroes.

After eating a nice hardy meal Damien and Darean headed to their secret lair. They hadn't always been ruthless assasins but they couldn't remember doing anything else. Darean dreamed of teleporting all over the city, people cheering his name. "Cross Draw rocks, best bowman in the city, Maybe even better then...", he could never remember who the people said he might have been better then.

Damien dreamt too but his dreams were far darker. He could remember setting buildings and banks on fire. Laughing the whole time the city burned. He remembered killing, kidnapping and torturing people to his hearts content.

Both of them remembered being part of something bigger. Something that stirred respect and fear at the same time. Unfortunately for them they only remembered in this in their dreams and like all dreams..... they ended when you woke up.

"Id's now!!", a soldier said as he approached the twins, waveing his gun.

"Sure, not a problem." Darean said as he and his brother reached into their pockets. "What's this all about?"

"You'll hold your tongue's or we'll hold them for you....." the soldier was cut off as he looked at Damien's id. The soldiers stance switched in a matter of seconds from a fighting one to that of standing at attention." Sir, sorry sir." Damien let out a small chuckle, until other soldiers came into view.

"Give me back my id, soldier." Damien ordered.

"Sir, yes sir...sorry sir." said the soldier as he handed the twins back their Id's.

Two soldiers joined the first soldier and with some hushed whispers all three of them were standing at attention.

"Report status and sitaution, soldier." Damien again ordered.

"Sir we have had contacts with multiple meta-human scum. Right now we are searching this sector for possible underground resistance members." the first soldier replied.

"Well I have a feeling this will be your last time on sector securing, I see a promotion in your future soldier." Damien said with a smile.

"Really, sir."

"Yes I do, in fact soldier take my card and give it to your commanding officer." Damien said while handing the soldier their trade marked card.

"Foolish, brother very foolish." Darean whispered.

"The soldier looked at the card and glanced at Damien with a confused look in his eyes. "Sir, this card only has aggghh" the soldier said as hot cinders burned into his throat and the throat of others.

With years of honed reflexes Darean drew his bow and released a fistfull of arrows into the soldiers. Makeing quick work of the unsuspecting soldiers Darean sheathed his bow.

"Get our id's and grab the soldiers id's too." Darean told Damien "And hurry brother more soldiers will be about."

Damien smiled as he collected the id's. "Just some more dead soldiers in our secret little war.", Damien thought.

Kicking in a door accross the street Darean signalled to his brother. "Quickly maybe we can find somewhere to hide in this old warehouse."