Hermod

Tzerian felt the other amulet was also close, his luck was turning around. Four ghost came into existance behind them. One dwarfed the other, a Spectral Demon Lord, he could tell that it was his amulet, the Troll would pay dearly. As they went to find him he looked around the lonely outpost of Orgabega, the table was filled with artifacts and there was a small cote. That was it, still it was all he needed once he had the amulets. He rubbed his hands together, he would soon be the strongest mage in the Circle, he couldn't wait.

Heat Storm walked throught the cave so not to hurt his ribs, much. He had to owe up to the truth, he was lost. Being this close to the Hallows had mess up the path he took last time. The Troll will pay for all of his kind as well for this, if he is still alive. He walked down a freshly made Troll tunnel, already abondon, wasteful creatures. He keep walking in the belife that all paths have to lead somewhere. He didn't notice the five ghost silently floating towards him...

(OOC Note: Incase Blood Wolffe followed I'll wait to start the fight. Also is PUCheesehead still playing. Just wondering because I would like to leave the amulet properties up to you.)

Heat Storm was surronded by all manner of CoT, The Troll will pay for this. He started to run for it, he hoped he drew enough off that they could handle them here and then help mop up the group following him. In concept it was sound, in practice it wasn't looking good. Two Earth Thron Casters caused the road he was on to come alive, spike made out of asphalt blocked his path. Heat Storm tied the amulet to his wrist and using both hands fryed the mages. He hoped enough followed. He risked a look back, Blood Wolffe had made a fast recovery, some one up in the sky, he looked vaguely familiar, and there was the Troll following him. He could remember taking the amulet from him, thier must have been two. He would take the other one from him as soon as the city ceased to be in danger.
The demons followed him down a road, a hail storm of fire followed him. There was no way he would live long enough for help to come, he had to think quickly, which wasn't a problem, he had an idea that might work. He ducked into an alleyway, the first demon crashed into the gap to small for it. Thier was abit of general confusion as he unless a fury of heat lances. He must have hurt a few of them. He kept running the whole time, the demons sorted themselves out and were right back after him. He ran into Gemine Park, the Vahzilok fleeing as they saw what was chasing him. He hit a wooden door mark DANGER in a rock outcrop with heat and lit the dry wood. He didn't have much time once he was in, he hit the burning door with his shoulder as it collapsed he grunted, he had forgot about his ribs. He staggered to stay up, speacks danced across his vision.
He ran down the cave as fast as he could, knocking supports out as he went. Pure adereniline was all that keeped him from collapsing. The ancient supports bent a buckled under the strain as he kept knocking more out. He heard a loud bang as the demons tryed to fit in, the supports strated to give. He smiled, he might make it after all. Knocked one last support out and finaly he heard the cave in start.
He sat down after the last sounds died away, he could afford a brief respite. He thought about the only flaw in his plan, the Troll still had the other amulet. With luck the Troll had tryed to get in and had been crushed and the amulet was buried, with luck. He never lied reling on luck. He got up and followed the cave to where it let out n Skyway city, he remembered doing a mission here once and passed over the spot where the Shaman had died trying to activate some sort of totem. On the upside things couls only get better after that.

The Ruin Mage Tzerian claimed a new body that was in the deep underground. He had lost both of the amulets and some how the rest of the Circle had found out about them. How could he lose the one had found, they were next to worthless seperated, but together, he got giddy just thinking about it and he had been giddy in over 1000 years. He concerntrated and found one of the amulets in the same cave complex, luck was with him. He cast a spell and several ghosts almost caming into being, it took alot more effort than it seemed, he had to call them all the way from Dark Astoria. He grinned as he looked a the specters, sometimes the old ways were the best. He comanded them to bring him the amulet and the went intangable and started thier search. He then concentrated on the second amulet, he felt for it, it was...

(OOC Note: Up to you Xyfen and thier was plenty of time for anyone to get into the tunnel. And heres my explaintion as to why theres two, the mage had one befor he took the new one. Xyfen took them both by accident and when Heat Storm took one from him he had missed the other and no one till now had noticed. That works, right?)

(OOC Post: For yours I quote the red part and then read the one below it.

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meanwhile, miles away from the warehouse...
"dang, where is that snow man" xyfen was still on the hunt.
"I wonder if that one dude was seriously good." He heard the sirens coming from down the streets.
"Thats it! follow the po-pos" xyfen followed the cops, until he got to the warehouse. He saw neem and some other hero. He wispered to Ice Blok:
"Hey, big guy, heres the amulet."
"Thank you Invisible one" He said
"Invisible one? Xyfen!!" captain neem said.
"Now, my master can come here.
"okay then...Who is he?"xyfen asked.
"you will see" In a blur of light a figure apeared.
"Oh my frickin lord.....how STUPID could i have been?!" xyfen yelled. what stood there, noone could believe that it was:


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Heat Storm didn't need to see anything, he was going on instinct, if Icy wants the Amulet then Icy shouldn't have it. It didn't matter that Icy could be a hero, as a general princable he didn't trust most of Paragon's heroic community and the bit he did trust he ussaly kept an eye on. Ignore something going on, right now he had to get that amulet. He charged, he jumped and joined both hands. His internal supply of heat changed inside of him by entering his nerves. On his hands a flow of electricity jumped out of nerve ending and he brought the force down. He grabbed the fallen amulet and made a run for it. The whole time hoping he had made the right call.

(OOC Note: I left who got hit a mystery because it's abit of a mystery as to who was holding it in your last post Xyfen, so who ever did filling in your post accordingly. It's not a killing blow, but in game terms it would disorent. Just so thier is no confusion as to how Heat would know, if he can see the amulet Ice Bloc would be holding it and if Xyfen has it then he would go for the invisable voice. And now for every hero in a five block radius to chase down Heat Strom.)

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Unless I'm realy wrong here the first one siad Xyfen was giving to aumlet to Ice Bloc, Heat Storm had never left the ware house because he wanted to finish the job. So unless I read yours wrong then Heat Storm has the Amulet. I thought that was the reason that Xyfen didn't hand the amulet to the guy in Galaxy. Hope this doesn't mess up your plans to much.)

Heat Storm struggled up, on the second go he was on his feet. He had just seen what made up the core of his being and he was angry. He had heard what they feild reporter had said and relized only Blood Wolffe knew he had the amulet. He had a chance to destory it now, but he had one heroic obligation to atend to first. He open the door to an office building, flashed his hero lisence "I have to barrow this, send the bill to Azuria." He took a fire extinguisher off the wall and hobbled over to Blood Wolffe, he put it down next to him, "Here you go, I not going to spray you though, I need a head start. Hope they cops don't catch ya, more help is always need for taking on Crey." He took off at a hobbling pace, he couldn't think of a person he could trust with it, so he decided to hide it and he could only think of one place that would fit, Crey's Folly. No group there ever touched magic it should be perfectly safe in one of the a ware house until he could find someone to destroy it. Then he past a TV with the news on it and he saw a Troll surronded by demons.
He reconized him, that was the guy on the roof and the guy he took the amulet from. He added it together, no one knew he had the amulet, which ment that the CoT thought that Xyfen still had it. He had to decide what to do, he sighed deeply and went to go save him. He hated hero, which is why he tryed harder than most and took it more seriously, even if it means putting his neck on the line for others.
He arrived at Galaxy and another hero had made it there first. He looked at the small army of demons, Time for some heroics. He held the amulet by the string and held it in the air. "HEY! YOU GUYS WANT THIS!" The demons turned around and looked at Heat Storm. I hope this works. Almost all of them charged towards him. "YOUR MOTHER WAS SAINT AND YOUR FATHER WENT TO CHURCH!" Heat Storm Assumed that this was a good way to taunt demons, he started running The sad thing is, after all this is over, the only thanks I'll get might be a medal.

(OOC Note: I thought it was pretty clear that Heat had the amulet. I'm assuming that I have it right, that no one knows that Heat has it and they still think Xyfen has it.)

(OOC Note: It was a good recap, I'll try and fill in a few points. Xyfen got the amulet and I figured if Ice Bloc got it it would be the end of the story and I'm enjoying this. Xyfen came up to Ice Bloc and tryed to give him the amulet Heat Storm stopped it, not now if he could trust anyone to have it. So one of the two, still waiting for either to respond, was hit. Heat Storm 'recovered' (or properly stole) the the Amulet and is now trying to take on Blood Wolffe. I don't get why Ice Bloc would be heading for IP, he knows were the amulet is at all times so would be heading after Heat Storm if he's able. And Heat Storm was always near the ware house that Ice Bloc was in, he only shot at the Bemoth and only once, he was only trying to provide some assitance before he got back to stopping Ice Bloc. Thats what I got hope it clears it up abit, and not control other people is a good idea.)

Heat Storm looked definately at Blood wolffe, he leaning somewhat, with every breath he could feel his ribs poking his lungs. He wasn't certain how badly he was hurt, but he knew that this had to end or both of them would die. His hand gripping the amulet was white knuckled, he could try and run for it, but that would leave him exposed and he doubted he could run for long like this. He got ready for another desperate stab with his heat when his eyes caught Wolffe's. He stopped for a second and he say his...life.
He was in the board room with the Countess in his suit again going over the plan to gain a controlling interset in Recluse Ind. He was once again one of the best buisnessmen in Crey, mere steps away from making it to Crey management. Then it was the fatefully day he defected from Crey. Will had cornered him and he had just gotten his powers. The desperate struggle insued, in the end Will had him pinned on the ground and he started talkng. He explained to Will what was going on in Crey, what he was supporting, unfortunately it worked. They defected together. Then he was in Wills car driving as fast as they could to get to his appertment. The got to the door, it was smashed opened, inside was a note. If you ever want to see Alice agian you will hand over Trevor Gulo. And then they were at the warehouse together, they ran in and together made it through the Crey gaurds. They made it to where Alice was being kept. They were to late, she lay on the ground dead, Will's 12 year old daughter killed by a Paragon Protector.
It ended and Trevor was in tears as he collapsed backwards, the tiny part of him not consumed by what he had caused held white knuckled onto the amulet.

(OOC Note: And now you know what Heat Storm's grude with Crey is. I hope it isn't over dramatic or sappy or anything ilke that.)

Trevor was surpised by this aproach, he rallied masterfully, leaving only a hint that he had been surpised. "Sore wa himitsu desu." He had spent sometime on his laptop reseaching the phrase and hadn't been amused. Still it was a handy phrase. "I don't think Medb has anything to fear from us, she knows all of our weaknesses." For instance your paranoia makes you worthless in a group. "As to why she wanted us is anyones guess." It could be to have a group with select skills who have no previous knowledge of the other so they are easier to manipulate. Trevor smiled warmly, You have to admire her style. He hated her, but in the kind of way that comes between to craftsman of the same trade, you hated them, but you respected thier achivements.

(OOC Note: I've been waiting to use that line.)

Lovely. "No thanks, I quit a month ago and I rather something hot to drink." He said politly, his Crey buisness senses taking over, he wondered for a second how inhaling smoke could be good for you. "Glad to hear we're among friends," he voice didn't contain a trace of irony, irony was dangerous, he looked around the room for something hot to drink and an empty seat. he coouldn't fnd either. He remain standing, his back a ridged as a bar of iron, rule 3: you can't respect a man who doesn't respect himself. "So your Kirke, I heard you don't have any powers. Kind of funny that Medb would want you, most of them here have something, you must be pretty handy with, um, I'm sorry, forgot what you use." He doubted it would be this easy, of couse thats how he worked, his skill was making a good hand look bad. He wanted Kirke to think he took him for some idoit that could easily be taken care of. He glanced at Disco, Trevor was considering how to break it to him tactfuly that he was a moron. He looked back at Kirke, it's never a good idea to take your eye of people like Kirke. He was paranoid, he hadn't take his hand, Kirke may see how he worked, but more likely he just didn't trust anyone. Besides if he saw how Trevor worked he would have taken the hand in absolute security, Trevor didn't want to deal with Medb to early, he still need to know more.

(OOC Note: Just a look into how Trevor thinks.)

A purple gaint was pounding a Hellions head in with a mace while some one in green armor with cat ears froze another, all in all a normal night in Paragon City. Alan had finished his jog around Galaxy and was on the verge if collapse when he made it back. Inbetween gasp for air he got out "20834 fe...feet...sir."
Corparol Punishment look at Alan, "Your off by 113 feet." He picked a package up and tossed it to him. "Gift from the Night Watch." and with that he walked away to cheak up on some poor unsepecting cadet.
Alan got to his room and opened the door and found...

(OOC Note: Anyone who wants in can get in as Alan roommate. )

Trevor was seaching for Will and passed by a door and heard Disco through a partly closed door. He stared in horror as the moron told someone else everything. He stood rooted in total awe, he had been right, when the Clockwork King gave him a new body he hadn't lined up the brain right. No one could be that stupid unassited. Trevor opened the door mind racing, he played it casual. "Hey Disco thought I heard you." He said converstionaly, he looked at the other man in the room. He smiled, meanwhile he was concidering ways to kill him with so like power. "Hi, I'm an...associate of Disco, the names Trevor." He extended his hand to shake Kirke, he played with the idea of kill him as soon as they shook. He thought better of it, Medb probly wouldn't be happy if he killed someone she had recruited. He also wondered if he could get contanments help if he killed Disco.

(OOC Note: I'm pretty sure that it was Azuria, you know, the Atlas M.A.G.I. contact.)

Heat Storm stared at the blood for a moment, but the electric discharge was having it's ussal side effects. His mind ran about a third faster than normal and it was making odd conections, like why did he avoid eye contact. He ignored that and pointed his index finger at him. As of yet Wolffe hadn't seen what he could do, it might take him by surprise.
"I'm not going to give it to anyone. He is not a hero, I don't care about intent, he walks along as if no one exists, plowing through anything that gets in his way. I'm not going to let a thing like that have whatever powers this has." Heat Storm's tone made it clear that this was non-negotiable. Heat started to back up, he didn't want to expose his back to Wolffe. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do with the amulet,it was painful clear that it had magical properties and destorying it might cause all hell to break loose, all that he knew was it could be trusted to no one but him.

(OOC Note: Someone has to try and stop the misunderstood good guy.)

Heat Storm didn't need to see anything, he was going on instinct, if Icy wants the Amulet then Icy shouldn't have it. It didn't matter that Icy could be a hero, as a general princable he didn't trust most of Paragon's heroic community and the bit he did trust he ussaly kept an eye on. Ignore something going on, right now he had to get that amulet. He charged, he jumped and joined both hands. His internal supply of heat changed inside of him by entering his nerves. On his hands a flow of electricity jumped out of nerve ending and he brought the force down. He grabbed the fallen amulet and made a run for it. The whole time hoping he had made the right call.

(OOC Note: I left who got hit a mystery because it's abit of a mystery as to who was holding it in your last post Xyfen, so who ever did filling in your post accordingly. It's not a killing blow, but in game terms it would disorent. Just so thier is no confusion as to how Heat would know, if he can see the amulet Ice Bloc would be holding it and if Xyfen has it then he would go for the invisable voice. And now for every hero in a five block radius to chase down Heat Strom.)

(OOC Note:Ah good times .)

Alan left with more questions than answers, he made a rather uneventful trip back to the Academy. When he arrived all hell broke loose, for him atleast. Corporal Punishment had been waiting for him and had been saving up his anger. "Going out unescorted again Alan, you know thats against the agreement." It was a strict harsh tone that could have convinced rocks to dance.
"I meet up with a group of heroes sir." Alan looked around, the area around him and the Corporol was clear of any cadet.
"You left UNescorted and returned UNescorted. Thats not how it works, we made that clear." The space between the two had closed abit.
"Yes sir, but I did meet up with Cad..."
"I had to send a Cadet out to find you, you didn't log the fact that you were leaving." You could almost taste the malice in his voice.
"She found m..."
"And then thiers the fact that you dragged a group of cadets off with you. You have to learn Alan, it's not all about the gangs."
"Then what is it about sir."
And Alan crossed the line again, he had asked the Corporal to explian something. Anyone who survies thier first day learns quickly not to. "I see. Alan do you now how long long the war walls are around Galaxy City?"
"No sir."
"Go find out and tell me, I've always wondered." Corporal Punisment walked away as Alan set out to run the war walls.

"I too tired to fight anything." Alan weakly lied. "I'm fine with waiting for tomarrow." That was the truth, Alan did often lie, but talking about his soul burning was something he rather avoid. He looked around, "well, I have one thing I got to do. I got to go cheack in with the Night Watch, I they got a base in Steel." In truth thier base was in Skyway, but they hadn't reopened it yet. "Uh, if you want to come your more than welcome, but they aren't...well they're hard to get along with." He said to the group in general.

In Grimy Ridge he (and anyone who followed him) came to a small building next to the Image inc. The building was being rented by the group until they could convince city hall that the city didn't need a another City of Gyroes. On the wall was a cheap sign that said
Night Watch
So all may sleep safely
He opened the door, it was a large open room with nothing much in it. Heat Storm sat at a desk reading a book. His short, but dangerous friend, the red headed Jarl, was playing darts with Ghost Sentry, whose costume cover every part of his body. The red haired border hero smiled as he walked in. "Good to see you Skull Boy." Heat Storm not so affectionate nickname fo Alan.
Jarl was nicer, "hey," he scored a 36 point, exactly what he need to win "what brings you here, thought you were at the academy?"
"Alright what do I owe you?" Ghost said in his no way normal voice, the psychicly aware could see it was in two parts, half psychic, half audio.
"I got time off Jarl. Uh do we know anything about a guy called Reaper Man?" Alan asked ignoring Heat Storm.
"50 bucks, plus the 30 from last time. Yeah, we have a file on him, Heat, it's in the assassian part." Jarl had had a memory like a filing cabinate, he could rember anything put in and held on to it.
Heat Storm reached into the desk and pulled out a folder. "It's got nothing in it. Theres two picture, and one realy fuzzy, that could be a coat rack. The only thing we got in here is he carries away his victims. Why?" Heat Storm looked at a picture, "like the Grim Reaper."
"He just died. He tried to kill me."
"Oh, good then." Heat Storm throw the folder in the trash and pointed his finger at it, there was some wavyness and then the trash can burst into flame. When every Heat was having a bad day the trash can would be filled with ash.
"Tough luck, hey your short again!"
"I'm living off what the goverment will give me, you want to take all a vetren has."
"If he gambles like you then yes."
"Rather light patrol for tonight." Alan ignoring the side conversation.
"The others might be along later, you won't of course, and Storm Wright think he's found that doctor." Heat Storm shrugged
"What about Lance Corporal?"
"He had a full day already, something about some energy creature, I don't care much." Heat Storm answered non chalantly.
"Oh." Alan examined a wall, on it was a plaque filled with the names of the Night Watchmen who had died during the Ritki War, every single Watchmen had died, with the exception of Lance Corporal. He had to retire after he lost his powers, some people think the Night Watch would have survied the war if he could have lead them, of course that was non sense, they had fought at every turn, they would have been wiped out one way or another. Still it was nice to dream.

(OOC Note: Meet the Night Watch, thier minor players in Alans story, but they are available to anyone who wants to use them. They have a rather good idea of what the villian are doing in Paragon. Feel free to make a Night Watchmen or join, they take anyone.

Ghost Sentry always talks in bold print, it's to represent his odd way of speaking. And Manofmanychars will reconize the lovly heroes here )

"And I suppose he's suppose to yell." Heat Storm stood inbetween two officers. "Icy, stand down or you dead, got it." He had reasoned it out, it wasn't human so he could kill it with out any legal implications, it be like killing a Hydra. He pointed both index fingers at it. Lets get it on. "Look, I'm sure the other heroes can handel it, now lay down and maybe you'll survie till the spring thaw." He could hear Azuria yelling something, he choose to ignore her.

Heat Storm stared at, who he atleast thoguht was the leader of M.A.G.I. He didn't realy now much about them. "What do you mean he's on the up and up? Are you trying to tell me he's a hero. If he's a hero, me and the city differ greatly on the defination." He started at...he wasn't sure what her title was. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't melt him."

Alan wasn't much for the happy-go-luckly life style, even if he couldn't convince people that he didn't with his perment smile. But it was only a small point against them. "He called himself Reaper Man, I think he was Eidolon, but he wasn't a normal one. He wasn't a bunch of Psuedoscience, he acctual had some mastery over Death. I don't think if you shot him full of hole he would have died. I can't explain how I know this, it just intuition, I guess." He shrugged. "It was after me though, I don't get that. I've done alot to the gangs of Paragon, but I have never taken on the Vahzilok. UNless they were in my way." He thought about it, it was getting late and he couldn't do much good now, he would be burned by Death again if he touch his power for more than ten seconds. "I'm going to find out why, even if it means making the Vahzilok my enemy." He looked around the group, "Anyone interestewd in helping." He had done alot to the group, Eastgate and now someone hunting him, he didn't know if they would want to help him. He was starting to wonder if he was bad luck. He had what could pass for a hopeful smile.

(OOC Note: I've just realised how much this is centering on Alan, feel free to do your own stories and turn down Alan. Also I had some great ideas for Gilth, but it does seem like a very good idea now, so just pretend that Gilth has slipped into the background and that he wasn't just in Raymonds room.)

Heat Storm looked over Permafreeze and then Wolffe got up and took off after the winged demon. Normaly he would go after it, but he had been charged with stopping Icy. Besides he couldn't keep up with Wolffe. He ran towards the twisted in frame that had once be a door and looked inside and saw the cops surronding Icy. "Looks like my job is done." He said very satisfied that he hadn't had to do too much work.

Alan took a seat on the curb, the crowd was disappating, just another day in Paragon City. He was amazed to find he had something in common with, what had Cele called herself, a herald. If he used to much negetive energy without stopping he started to damage his body and after that he started to burn his soul. For some reason it was odd to think that a Hybred between an angel and demon would have a soul, he did have very firm opions about religion, but he had never thought either had souls.
He walked over to his British buddy and the Rook. "Whats a Rook?" He thought outloud. It had been an eventful day, and tomarrow would be to if he had anything to do with it, he was going to to find out who sent Reaper Man to kill him. He would start with combing the Sewers. "What do you say we head back." After Radon's burst of healing he was feeling much better and abit invigorated. He vaguely wondered what Cele had asked him, he also wondered what had happened in the whole fight, they had all apperently been invisable and he didn't now who had done what. He made a mental note to cheak in on this.

The power rushed through and after years of running from it, death finaly caught up with him. He slumped and the broken body fell on the ground. Alan sighed with relief as Reaper Man stopped moving. "Why would the Vahzilock send an assassin after men, I haven't done anything to them." Alan pondered and then saw Cele, "Holy Shi, Cele are you okay?" He helped her get up and looked around the battle fei...battle street. Radon had become visable, he didn't look good, Raymond and some new guy looked fine, and late as ussaly Buck and Tommy had missed the fight. Peobly still paying when the fight started. "Radon, you okay?" and still Alans enternal smlie had turned to a grin, a thin one.

Raeper Man brought his scythe in the air to bring a finishing blow down on Alan, "I have never failed to kill a target before!" He grunted as he raised the corved blade.
"Who sent you?" Alan asked alittle bewildered ad he watched the blade. His invisablity sliped away.
Reaper Man smiled, Alan hadn't realised his was visable yet. "One for Reaper Man." He said quitely.
"EVERYBODY DUCK!" and then all hell broke lose. Bullets tryed to punch holes in Reaper Man, his dark armor stoped or atleast stoped some of them. The rest punched holes in his now dieing fleash. A single LRM Rocket hit Reaper Mans side and left a hole there. Reaper Man stil stood when the show was over, though full of holes and his arms hung at his side, his legs had got out of it fine. He stared at the two heroes. It was going to require more than that to finish him, not alot more though. Alan had figured that out and tackled Reaper Man just as he started to charge for Dark Star, "CELE, SEND HIM TO HELL!" He hope it came in time.

Gilth had waited for his nose to stop bleeding, he had been careless again. Whan it stopped he made a run for his room. He ended up pushing several heroes out of his way to get there. He pushed open the door and he realised he hadn't dropped his enhanced senses. The room smelt of dog, but his acute senses told him it had been two dogs. He throw the note on the bed closest to the door and wentr behind the other, he wondered who his room mate was, the old one had complained about getting it changed. He opened his bag and pulled out a box, it contained bath room items, shaver and things of that nature. He found a lacth on the side and pulled out the bottom to reveal a false bottom. The false bottom contained two blue vails...

(OOC Note: I'm going to stop right here to make this clear, this is not an illegal substance, it isn't a drug of anykind except of medicinal nature. He does want to tell anyone why he needs them and thats why he hides them. I encourge other players who discover it to think it is illegal drug, because thats much more fun than understanding.)

...and a needle. He started to inject it into himself, Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Trevor kcked in the door, after about 5 attempts. The room was empty, if Medb sends me the bill... his thoughts trailed off. He fished around in a bag contaning clothes, and other things, amung which was a labtop. Trevor sat down in the chair, the only other thing in the sparse room was a table and a bed, Will perfered to sleep sitting for some odd reason. Trevor opened the laptop and started it up.

Will regained contiousness, "What happened?" Then he rembered, he had been vaguely aware of the jerk who had passed them by eairly today had helped him. He examined the dried blood, Friendly wasn't he. He got up, they only stung now and he could block that out. He opened the door to the room, Medb's weird security system worked on this one. He looked at the jerk and considered him, Got some odd powers, best watch him. He started off diplomaticaly, "Did you help me out there? Uh, sorry, forgot myself, I'm William Black." He held his hand out in for a hand shake.

Trevor opened a file called 'CDB' and typed in a twelve letter password. The file opened to a search bar, he typed in The Contaminant. A file opened up and gave Trevor all his specifactions, his height, weight, strength of radiation, in the top corner of the screen was the Crey corprate logo. He let out a deep thoughtful sigh.

(OOC Note: Trevor will wait for something to happen, if anyone wants to talk to him go ahead, he loves the company.)

Heat Storm was almost to the warehouse, even with the dead weight of Blood Wolffe over his shoulder. Two more Crey agents in HAZMAT suits were dead ahead. Judging from thier guns they were both Chief Plasma Scientists. With one hand preoccupided with holding Wolfee he had to take them on one at a time. He took the first by surprise with a lance of heat focused through his index finger, it hit him right in the shoulder blade. He collapsed on the ground in agony, the second turned on and target Heat Strom. He just got out of the way of the spray of super heated energy, barely, it burned his skin and he absorbed some of it into his internal reserve. He point at him and heat burned right through the mans face, he might not did, but he would have a nasty burn.
He keeped running and got to the warehouse that Icy had entered. He got there just in time to see a demon fly out of it. "The Rapture had better not come." he muttered as he got out into the street, something like this took prority. After dodging a car he put Wolffe down and put his hands to gether with his index and middle fingers extended. He took careful aim at the moving target, one turn and his shot would be miss horribly, he fired out of all four fingers a bolt of heat at around 500 degrees, even with immunity to fire that beast was in for it.

(OOC Note: I'll let someone else decide if it hits, also Heat Storm uses heat, not fire, there is no real visual effect other than a wavy effect. Just a note PUCheesehead.)

Reaper Man felt the white light flowing through him searing his fleash and bone. The [censored], I thought I got her. The bleeding wound was all he could see, but it was not where the white light had come from. Alan was a bit unerved by the flood of warm, comforting light, in his experience things like this are ussaly bad for you. Reaper Man picked himself up as the rush of light passed, he could tell someone was interfering with his attempt to kill Cele and he wasn't going to stand for it. Blood splartered on the sidewalk, he looked around for where it had come from. Then it turned to mist and went into his body, he could fell it affecting his body, he was very aware of it and could tell it was weaking him. He embraced Death closer, risking notice, but he surged with temporary power. He used it to silence tthe interfering hero, a flood of cold oblivion covered the hero and his power waned. Not now, hold togeather body.
Alan chared, trying to stop him a second to late, His claws cut into Reaper Man's cheast, no resistance, his claws cracked Reaper Man's ribs from the force. Reaper Man bent back, but he didn't stop. Weakened as he was he still brought his scythe down on Alan, it cut his cheast and pushed alan back. Alan's dark armor caught some of Reaper Man's wavering life force and healed himself with it enough to remain standing. He backed away, "Whoever got hit, are you okay!" Alan yelled, cars where stopping and people were gathering, he realised that a man in a cloak fighting thing that couldn't be seen was something that you didn't see everyday, even in this city.

Heat Storm watched the two jump off the building. "And I'm suppose to trust him after the damage he did? He had better be doing something important." He said to the world in general. Then he saw the logo on the helicopter, CREY!?! Looks like Icy is going to get a head start after all. Then something hit it and it made an emergency landing. "Oh no you don't." Heat Storm jumped off the building and landed roughly. The men in HAZMAT suits had taken down Wolffe, "HEY!" The two men over him looked up, Heat Storm pointed an index finger at each of them. "This ones for Alice." And from his finger tips lances of pure heat struck both of them from his internal reserve, which was a 100 degrees over normal, noone could realy see it, except for a hazy effect in the air between them. Both operative cluched the burning flesh as it the 300+ Degrees continued to cook it.
He left Wolffe and went after the rest of them, today Crey would pay for what they did to Will and Alice. "Retrubtion is coming!" He yelled as he chased down the remianing operatives. I should have enough heat for this and maybe Icy. He stopped in mid stride and looked a Blood Wolffe, he sighed and slung the uncontious psuedoman over his shoulder and starrted after Icy. He couldn't help him at all, but he was an enemy of Crey and that automaticaly made him an ally, and he was sure he could find someone to help him.