Hermod

Stunned was not a word to describe Ghost Sentry. He was looking at what had to be the most impractical man on the planet. Ghost looked at the thing in his hand, he didn't like it but with out his pills already he was becoming visable to psychics. He grunted and put the damn silly thing on. "Whaoas ahhefg oisssyfd..." What was he staring at. "Liiuwt hgent yuisencekke..." The man was rubbing his ears and looked lost. "Wyyhnnt eweswet unehru puuruulent..." He didn't get what was wrong with this new supposed ally. He was staring at Ghost Sentry as if he was babbling nonsense.

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"Halt! I'm placing you under arrest," he said, "State your name, powers, and plan, villain!"

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" What the hell do you think your doing? I'm not a vill..." He didn't realy say, not that any non-phsychic could tell. He looked around the force-feild around him and was filled with a sense of dread. "You traitorous *******, you work for them don't you! You can forget capturing me kid, and I got bigger things on my plate." Something happened that no one could see and suddenly Ghost slipped through the barrier. Less than a minute, but I can't risk letting him live and alerting the other Ritki. He drew his pistols and started to move faster than any man every could. "Die you Lost huma..." he paused in mid battle cry. "Lost *******!" He got up close to the Lost and shoved his right pistol into his gut and shot off 2 rounds. The Lost fell backwards with a heavy thunk...

(OOC Note: He is a cyborg like disco right, if not pretend he didn't shot.

He does talk, just not in the conventional sense. Half of what he says is phsical and the other half is mental, not like telepathy, but like impressions and emotions. Together it makes sense and normal humans don't notice, psychicly aware people can tell easily and very observent people notices somethings wrong, but ussaly can't tell.)

Hermod is a comidian who wanders around Paragon asking anywhere thats will to pay for him to preform. He's not bad at what he does, but people tend to have problems with comiedians who have to suddenly leave in the middle of there proformance.

Ziu us to work for Crey, Crey is so huge and imploys so many peope that they still pay him. Though he has to go to his old address and pick it up before anyone get to the mail.

Ziu: Alternate name for the Norse god of war Tyr. My brother used the name because he has his own personal war going against Crey industries.

Hermod: Name of the Norse messenger god. I picked it because in Hermod's (the god) story he went to hell to save his brother Balder. Hermod's (the hero) story is he trying to save his close friend (Ziu substutes for Balder) from being killed by Crey (in place of hell). It also gives abit of unity between the 2 heroes.

Heat-Strom: His power is to release heat and electritcy. I wanted a name to sum up how the 2 powers work together and came up with the idea of heat lighting, the name was taken so I modified it.

Ghost Sentry: I was combining random words from a list and liked this one.

Trevor settled in for a long story. Oh yeah this isn't cryptic at all. Will was eating a lunch box full of suchi, apperently Medb took good care of those who worked with her. Trevor stole a peice of Ebi and listen intentively. Disco was chowing on the what appeared to be the heart-clugger special. Somewhere a heart surgen is jumping up and down with joy. Still even Disco was paying close attention. Trevor had only confused simple with stupid once and had lived to regret it, Damn you Hopkins, maybe Disco would be useful after all. Trevor stole some odd peice of fish and continued listening.

(OOC Note: Felt that I had to say some.)

Trevor tryed to forget what he just saw. He let the hero live, what is he, a comic book villian. Trevor never let a hero live and he had watched Disco throw away two prefect oppurtunities to do the world a favor. He looked back on his record, 16 heroes and 12 Paragon protectors. If he could he never let them get away. Haywire had been beyond his control, but this guy had been wide open. How are they getting in, is Medb's secruity that weak. he sighed.
Bigger fish to fry. The group entered the cafeateria. Must be for Medb's staff. He had never seen any except for Jack, odd. His mind was wandering, he was holding to much energy, the walk over had been a oppurtunity to charge. When every he was too hyped up it happened and now his mind was going anywhere it wanted if he didn't focus. Trevor didn't feel hunger and took a seat, Blind Gaurdian sat across from him. Trevor smiled and waited for the others to pick out there meals and be seated before he started.
"Alright Blind Gaurdian what do you want our help for?" Trevor ask in a very buisness like tone. Inside he could feel his body working over time. I hate this place

Ghost could sense the psychic was close. 1 minute left. He gripped his pistols and charged towards it, was it his imagination or was it coming towards him.

(OOC Note: It could be his imagination.)

(OOC Note: Need Masterwonderful to respond befor I could do this part.)

Ghoast Sentry could sense a psychic some where inside the Ritki base. He stopped and checked his watch. He nodded and reached into a belt pouch and didn't find what he was looking for. What, where is it. Oh perfect, I forgot the pills. I'm in a Ritki base and in 5 minutes any psychic will be able to see me and I forgot the pills. You stupid son of a...alright got to think. 5 minutes, 5 minutes, ARRGGHHHH. How could I forget them. Alright I'll kill the pychic before I become visable and deal with the rest of the Ritki later. That will work, yeah right. He quickly ran down the halls towards the psychic. I've made closer deadlines....right?

(OOC Note: Yes he is in the Tower and yea he thinks it a Ritki base. He thinks that because of how complex the portal-gateway-door-thing is. And by visable I mean psychicly, he hiding himself from psychic with those pills. So yes you can see him.)

Trevor watched Blind Gaurdian disapper into the shadows and saw him reapper near Disco and Will. Whats the Hell was that? Trevor doesn't swear often and when he does it is under exterme presure and frustration. "Uh...hi guys, I see that you met Blind Guardian, he wanted to talk with us." At least Will is here.

What in the name oh all that is good and holy did he do? Will did catch that he used shadows to teleport though and filed it away quickly. "Hello Blind Gaurdian. We where going to lunch, would you mind if we talk there?"

As the door way opened by Break Dance Kid close A figure from the shadows darted in at the last moment. Ghoast Sentry was confidante that Ritki were some how involved and if humans were working with them, all the better. The thin figure completely covered in dull dark clothes s not a inch of skin was visable, stealthful sculked down the hall managing to move unheard for the most part. He keep his hands on his pistols and braced himself for the worst.

(OOC Note: He's after no one, so if you want attack him go ahead.)

Trevor stared at the chuckling guardian. Near immortality? How does that work? You only will for most of eternity or...or until your killed. He liked the second option and decided to stick with it. King Crimson also added a new peice to the puzzle and it unfortunatly fit into two spots, someone working for Medb or someone working against. If it was the first one this was some atempt to manipulate him, if it was the seconded he would be damned by assocation. He smiled slightly "The King of Hearts was intentional." Trevor desprately tried to sound calm "So who will be joining us?"

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"Actually, Trevor, I was hoping that the four of us would be able to discuss the nature of the weapon that Medb plans to release. Of course, if you aren't interested in talking with Will about this..."

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Trevor's eye twitched, his patientence was wearing thin and he was confindate he regret haveing 'potential'. Expecialy if it had to with Medb and her father. Trevor pulled himself together and managed to look very profesional in an old long sleaved shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "What about the weapon do you want to talk about? The King of Hearts? Or what Medb will be using it for?"

(OCC Note: The King of Hearts is the nickname Trevor gave to Medb's father. Where I live the King of Hearts is refered to as the Suicide King because it looks like he stabbing himself in the head on the card. Just so theres no confusion Trevor doesn't know Medb's fathers actual name.)

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Blind Guardian smiled and wagged his finger in a mock scolding way. "Sore wa himitsu desu."

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Wonderful. Trevor was now very sure 'potential' wasn't a good thing to have. And if he was right having 'potential' was a fate worse than death. He straightened up and stood his full hieght "I take it we're not going to wait for the other two to show up are we." Why me?

(OCC Note: I don't watch alot of anime, so unless you do one I've seen I won't be giving many answers. )

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"I assume your question about how I know your name is more a question about how I have been able to observe you." The blind man smiled warmly at Trevor. "Let's just say that only the peace bringing Kheldians have any hope of hiding themselves from me. And occasionally those that wrap themselves in fire." He chuckled as Trevor pondered his statment. "I do believe two more people with a similar potential to you are on their way to invite us for a bite to eat."

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"Kheldians? You mean the Peacebrings and Warshades?" Trevor felt nervous How is he conected to energy-beings. Could he be... He played it cool, probly pointless, but he need something though. "Two more people of potential?" Trevor thought out loud. He was starting to get a bad feeling about the word potiental. "What exactly does potential mean?" Trevor assumed the answer. As if today hadn't been eventful enough with cyborgs, robots, half clockworks, people trapped in the past, insane women and old jerks, now it had this.

"I would rather not talk about her." Will opened the door "A 'cafeteria'? Sure we'll get Trevor and go down if we can get him away from that book." He followed Disco out. "And heroes have done alot to me, alot. Lets just say 'she' is conected and leave it there." The protectors are corpses? That explain alot. "So Disco did you see that guy that left the meeting after you entered, the old one, you know what he was all about?"

Will tried to remain calm, for Disco's sake. He tried to shove the horrible memories aside. He toke a deep breath and focused all his attiention on the conversation and he finaly relaxed. "We aren't going for revenge because the wronged us, the wronged the world." Disco had sound so ideaological that it remianed him of Trevor, very good with the dramtic bits. "But, I do have a personal grude...I don't realy want to think about it and I know stopping them won't change whats happened, but...but I won't feel like I...let her down...maybe." His voice was heavy and a odd mix of anger and sadness. He shoved her name aside. No need to think about it, focus. "And thanks for the offer of help, but I will never trusted a hero agian." his was abit more upbeat. "As for Trevor, that was a while ago you said? No he's fine, he's in the library, has a passion for books. He get realy caught up in the stories, probly got to an exciting part." He thought about it for a moment "You seen any places to eat around here?"

(OCC Note: Glad to see your still alive Manofmanycharacters.)

Will put down the paddle, it had been a good game. "You too." Will smiled, in his head he changed Disco's placement after hearing about the moniters. Hmmm, Trevor should still be charged, he should be fine and Disco notice any irregularities. "As to relation, no, the media gave us the name Matchhead Brothers mostly because our hair is almost the same color." He tapped the dark red hair that almost looked unnatural. "We defected together and we decided it be better to work together than alone. Powers, well I don't exactly have any...I'm what you call a Natural." Will continued with the kind of slight embaresment that comes with sharing a dream. "I always wanted to be in one of those Worlds Strongest Man competions, I spent a lot of time working out, but...I my shoulders won't grow despite all my efforts, makes me look kinda puny...and being alittle over 5 foot dosen't help much. So yeah thats my power as for Trevor well...I guess the right word for it would be a Meta-Human." Will shrugged "Not my place to talk for him, if he wants to tell you he will, but don't be put off by the fact that he doesn't sweat."

(OCC Notes: Did I write everyone into a corner or something? If I did I'm sorry, will you all come back now.)

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"So, Will, looks like you're up. Tell me, what do you think of the others, Vance here was just tellin' me about it, and trying to turn me against the rest of you. Commendable villainous behavior, but best reserved for Hellions and Trolls. Also, excuse me if I'm being too nosy, but what do you have against Crey? I heard your conversation with Vance, even if he didn't think I did."

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Watching Vance go was slight blessing, he could answer Disco's last question with out much concern. Money, give me a break you got to have some objective. Will served, he was pretty good at ping-pong, but he was much better at darts. "The others, I haven't met them all... well Kathy is of interest, I would like to know who she works for. Hegemon is a machine and it can't realy tell what she's thinking." Will missed and the ball vounced right past him. "Zip to one. Like this Kirke guy, but I'll make my option after I've had a chance to talk to him. As for our mutaul friend Vance he has to be up to something and the least he could do is be honest about it." Will served again. "Jack reminds me to much of Hopkins and Medb is, well shes Medb." He decided against insulting her in the Tower which was almost certianly bugged. Disco hit to high and the ball went out of bounds. Will sereved. "One all. I do have slight problems talking about Crey so I won't tell you the whole story. I just don't want to relive it all right now. Me and Trevor had abit of a falling out with Crey about two months ago. I was on..." The ball flew right under Will's elbow. Well I wasn't expecting it to be easy. Will served. "One to two. I was with Crey secruity at the time and I had been asigned to hunt down Trevor and bring him back to Crey. When I found..." Will got the ball past Disco. Will caught the ball and served again. "Two all. When I found out what Crey was realy doing, well I defected with Trevor. Theres more to the story, but that part I rather not think about." The ball flew back and forth and was traveling faster with each hit. "I guess thats kind of a heroic story and like Vance said we aren't exactly villians." Then with abit of luck Disco hit the ball out of bounds again. "three to two, your serve. So Disco, not to pry myself, but how much of you is robotic and why did the Clockwork King come to you."

Will rubbed the spot where the ball had struck. Ow! That had some power behind it. He vaguely wondered if it would leave a mark. "I'm fine Disco, I've taken alot worse to the face." He picked up the ball and tossed it back to Disco. Will smiled slightly. 'Thinly veiled manipulation tactics' so thats Vance's true colors. He made a mental note to tell Trevor not to try to manupulate Disco, He was never very good at it anyways. "I'll play winner, if you don't mind." Will walked to the side of the table "What's the score?"

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"To answer your first question, well, sore wa himitsu desu." The "guardian" chuckled at his own private joke. "As to the second, I'm suprised you did not ask about what the potential I saw in you was, since, as I said, I have vast experience observing people with potential. However, I'm not too taken aback by it, most people don't realise that I'm indicating their own potential."

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Sore wa himitsu desu? Trevor figured it had to be another language, he could narrow it down a bit, it wasn't Russian or German, the only languages he knew besides Engilsh. He'd work on that later.
"Uh, well I was abit curious as to the whole potiental thing, but I would like to know how you know my name. I mean I can't figure out how Medb has it, after we defected C... My former employers deleted any records on us."

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"I do not have the power to read minds. I am just extremely old and have a vast experience of observing people with potential, which you have." The dark figure closed the book he was "reading" and put it back on the shelf where he got it from, almost as if he could really see. "And in case you are wondering, there are other ways one can see the world without using their eyes, especially for those of us who aren't human. As for who I am, I suppose the 'Blind Guardian' is a name that works as well as any other..."

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"Not human, then what are you? And if your not psychic how did you know my name?" Trevor always felt alittle unconfortable around non-humans even though he wasn't completely human himself. He had a feeling that by the time he left the Tower he be use to them. If I leave. He was abit curious by what the man had ment about potentional, the cautious kind of curious his years working for his former employers had instilled in him. As a precaustion he stopped releasing the energy he had built up before Disco's fight with Haywire. He had released about half and given the size of the library you would have to have very acute senses to notice. He wonder if the man could sense it. He also wanted to know what he was the gaurdian of, but that could wait a minute.

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A blindfolded man dressed in all black looked like he was reading a book, though how he was capable of doing so Trevor couldn't tell.

"I believe the words you are looking for," the apparently blind figure said not turning away from his book, "are 'Who or what are you?', Trevor."

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"Uh yeah that was my first thought." Trevor was trying to figure out how he was reading the book without being able to see. Then Trevor realised what he had just. Trevor had assumed that the man was just quessing, but he know his name. there were 2 explanations, 1 he worked for Medb, 2 he could read minds. Trevor decided to go for the least far fecthed one. "Are you a psychic?" Trevor had never met a psychic before, though he had read about them. That explained the book though, some 'mind's eye' thing. I wonder, will I have to bother talking or will the entire conversation happen in my head?

For Trevor a library was fine, but Will didn't share his obsessive passion for books. He wandered down the hall way, a slight bit of angry held after the mention of Alice. Still he wasn't about to kill someone right now.
After a while he heard some muffled voices as he passed a door. Feeling abit adventurous, he had discovered that it was the only way to explore the Tower, he walked over to the door. He reconived the voice though he couldn't make out the words. He opened the door to Disco and Vance's ping pong match just as Vance was serving. Interested he decided to watch, much better than watching Trevor read some book.

Trevor was so busy reading that he had missed Will leaving. The quiet of the library was suddenly desturbed by a sudden sound from the behind the book case. Trevor looked up from the book and quitely moved over to the end of the shelf and looked inbetween the rows and saw...

(OCC Note: Set up for anyone who wants to get in.)

Trevor waited till Disco and Vance left to collect the money. Trevor had been abit worried when Vance had called Haywire to win. After he picked up the cash and went down the hall towards a room he had found on his first day at the Tower. The whole time Trevors mind was racing, around Will you mentioned Alice's name at you own risk, Twilight Hound was a painful example. But he wouldn't kill me, I mean we defected together and... Will had defected because of Alice, Twilight Hounds face was very clear, on the ground jaw smashed, cluching his side and the gas being dumped on him. Trevor hated heroes, but even he had to admit that it had been to much.
He opened the door to a library and immedatly felt better. Will toke the first seat he could find, he didn't look angry, but when he had killed Twilight Hound he hadn't looked angry just very intent. Stop thinking like that, he is not going to kill you over one slip and besides you can stop him. He knew the last part was a lie, but he felt better. Trevor started to brose through the fictions, he had been disapointed to learn that most of the library was on magic and technolog, but even Medb appeared to enjoy a good book. He found a first edition library copy of 'Eye of the World' very nice, 3 piints to Medb.
"I need to more about Vance before I figure out if he is an ally or an enemy. Hegemon is right out and I need to figure out who Kathy works for. Disco can be trusted, but not pushed and the rest I need to talk to." Will had been bush at work as Trevor started to page through a very old book tying to figure out what it was It might not even be from our dimension. It took a moment to sink in, Will was talking to him, an all clear sign. Trevor immediatly went back to his origanal postion.
"Vance was abit to friendly if you ask me." Trevor said without looking up from the odd book.
"He was also bored, but yes and had to simpy an answer."
"It was just like Disco's and you think he can be trusted."
"Yes, but Disco is a simple man and Vance has atleast one layer."
"So what do we do next?"
"Huuurrrrrmmmmm."Trevor made it through a few pages before Will answered. "I think it's Medb turn."
"Alright then."
"What book is that?"
"It's called 'Shades of the Night'. About this collection of people all shcemeing against one another so far."

Trevor watch as fuzzy flames went right through him. "I wouldn't let Crey decide anything if it was up to me. If it was up to me they wouldn't exist. The Countess is a psycho [censored] and Hopkins is worse than her." Trevor fingered the ribs Hopkins had broken and breifly wondered if Hopkins jaw had mended yet, probly. "I know enough about them to now there the worst of the scum in the underworld, I take Nemsis over them any day. If you saw what they did you agree with me, like what they did to Alice. They..." Trevor trailed off, had he lost his mind? He realised he was so intent on watching the fight that he had been talking on auto fire with out any of thought to concealing what he ment. But right now that didn't matter what did was Will.
He heard Will's knuckles crack as both hands clenched into fists. Crap, crap, crap, what is wrong with me!? He didn't look at Will so not to draw any attention to him. He realised his trailing off was probly attracting as much attention. "Well no reason for me to keep rambling on about all that. So Vance are you a betting man?"

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Vance was startled when both Haywire and the Inferno phased out, causing his poker face to slip momentarily, but he had it back up instantly. Shrugging, he pulled up what appeared to be a crate and sat on it.

The fight was... entertaining, but it had no sound and the picture was blurry, so Vance's attention wandered. "Why, oh why does anyone go for this tacky ultramodern smooth plastic design? It's so kitschy," he grumbled of the decor while, mere feet away, Disco Inferno and Haywire tore at each other in a desperate, fuzzy bid for survival.

Vance watched the fight. He drummed his fingers on the crate. He slouched back against the wall, doing horrible things to his already-careworn suit. Rather than sighing boredly, he asked, "So, Trevor. What's your business in our quaint little burg of Paragon?"

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Trevor was abit aggrovated that he was missing out on the fight. It's not that he enjoyed fighting, but he hated heroes more. He looked over a Vance and without thought answered. "I live here is the simple answer. Me a Will have lived here all our lives. Recently we had abit of a falling out with our former imployer after a few shocking revelations. But you want to know why were here?" Trevor didn't wait for a response. "Fair enough, I want to see the destruction of heroes. Before you start with any of the crap that I hear everytime I say that. I don't want to do away with law and order I want to uproot the organization as it is now. We have more heroes today than any other time with the exception of the axis attack and I'm starting to hear that we will soon be topping that. Out of all of them how many even care about this city? It's a sad, this city is defended by glory hounds, crooked people, and people who think they have moral athourity. I want to fix it so there is no organization to heroes, no specail treatment for them, that way we only have those who acctualy care about this city and this world defending it." Trevor watched what looked like a particularly painful cut hit Disco. Hope that was cybernetic or it's going to be now. "Hope my rant wasn't too boring, so Lance what brings you to the Tower?"