The_Ninjin

"Noooooooooooo wiiiiiiiiirrrrrre HAAANNNNGERRRRRRS!!!!!"

"Don't you see... we are broken from the same mold. Two beings bent on world domination..."

"Stewie... I am your father."

*swats plate away*

"I said no crust! How many times do I have to tell you? NO. CRUST."

Malachite had been blasted into the cage.

His mind reacted with a shot of regenerative power as he flew. The hostages in the cage felt the enhancement, as did Dr. Lore ((if she so chooses)). All of them finally seemed able to see clearly and walked out of the cage and into the open. Malachite stood up and gaggled amongst them silently as they tried to answer the question of the day: Wtf?

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A young man in his twenties, wearing a sky blue button up shirt accompanied by a navy blue tie watched a new blip appear on his computer screen. He tore off his headphones and turned in his wheeled, revolving office chair.

“Sir, I’ve got him! I’ve got Malachite.”

A dark-skinned, burly man with spiked black hair and more than filled out his black tank top and blue jeans rushed forward to the man’s computer screen. He stared in unbelief at the data and relinquished a hint of a smile. The large man immediately straightened up and looked to the worker.

“How?”

“Whatever was blocking our feed is gone, sir. It was all of a sudden too. Like a blanket was just yanked off our coverage.”

“Well, don’t just stand there. Port him in,”

“Yes sir!” The young worker placed his headphones back on and started pressing a number of buttons and dials with increased fervor.

Back Alley Brawler looked around at the rest of the individuals in the large open-area office where other men and women were working on similar computers and in the same uniform, “You and you. Come with me,” the super hero pointed and dashed out of the office. The two he singled out followed behind.

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Malachite waited.

And then, he was gone.

Malachite continued to assist where he could within the fight. As the van was leaving, he motioned toward it was immediately grabbed from behind by one of the agents. Malachite could feel the restraining power in the hostile’s arms and didn’t give much to resist. Once the van was out of sight, Malachite didn’t feel the same amount restraint anymore. He carefully looked behind him and noticed that someone was home, but the lights weren’t on. The agent dropped his arms and let Malachite go. He looked around and saw that all the other agents were doing the same. They were protecting whatever was in the van! Now these vessels were useless.

Malachite walked back to the cage and kneeled near the other caged members. He looked up at the one checking their vitals and studied her actions.

“What’s their status?”

((Think there may be a little confusion...

Maybe.

Malachite wasn't the strong man. The bar buster was a random second hostage Malachite healed and he went beserk when he realized he wasn't where he wanted to be and a minor case of claustrophobia. Malachite tells random second awakened hostage to check on others in the cage while he went on to do what he could in battle.

And if this is the understanding, then...do what you will with second hostage. I just wanted out of the cage. ))

Time to get out of here.

“Instead of talking about it, how bout to you open this thing up and let me help you,” the hostage was on his knees inside the cage, hands wrapped around the bars.

One of the other men in the cage had completely woken up and his disposition was a little different than anyone else’s. His response to realizing where he was committed him to kicking and screaming violently. The Healer wasn’t sure what his abilities were, but an enhanced strength must have been somewhere in there. The cage bars started to bend with each kick the man made until eventually one of the bars popped out of place. Another jolt and a second bar flew out of its spot.

The Healer gently touched the crazed man’s shoulders and emerald –colored energy seeped out of his fingertips and into the man. Immediately, the anger flowed out of him and he calmed down. Both men stepped through the makeshift opening in the cage and stood up for the first time in who knows how long.

“Help them,” the Healer referred to everyone else in the cage.

Now free from bondage, secret government agent, Malachite, looked toward the others in battle.

And I’ll help them.

Doctor Lore, Dynamo Rose, Stahlhund, and Cher'tak and others could all feel their minds open as if a new light had been switched on.

The caged man had turned his attention to the fight, if I can't get out, might as well do what i can while I'm in here.

The aura had seeped into his eyes that now glowed brightly inside the cage. The regenerative power had an outward affect on everyone he targeted in his mind. He accessed a percentage of their intellect and amplified. Their agility was slightly enhanced and their perception to everything surrounding them was increased.

Hopefully that helps.

EDIT: Post changed for power usage. Wasn't inoperable afterall.

The man in the cage finally was able to focus enough under the light to see more people than what were in here earlier. He recognized the agents, but it seemed that there were a certain number of heroes there in combat with his kidnappers. He recognized a few of the heroes. Others, he’d never seen before.

Wait, is that… No couldn’t be. Or could it? Were there villains in this sector as well?

The caged man didn’t waste any time trying to figure things out. He checked his low quarter surroundings and ran his hands along the cage for any weak points or locking mechanisms. The distraction might be enough to find a way out of this. He searched within himself and found that part of his brain—the part that tapped into his regenerative powers—was there, but dormant; must have been the sedative. He closed his eyes and focused. Like an unraveling of knots, he was able to loosen some of the binds that held his power at bay. A faint lime-green light emerged from his body frame and he could feel himself begin to feel better. His mind cleared and some of his strength returned.

There has got to be a way of here.

Tentacles of pure darkness lashed out at them from all sides and the attacking meta humans could see a number of men in what looked to be stylized ninja outfits stepping out of the darkness.

The kidnapped man stopped searching, frozen in place, as his eyes began to follow the caliginous matter that crept along the floor. He watched closely as the darkness crept behind one of the fighters.

“Look out,” the caged prisoner called out, but found the shouts too late.

Stahlhund let loose a low growl as the shadows twisted around one of his legs.

Damnit!

He changed up his tactics and started to try and wake up everyone in the cage with him. The same green aura from before emitted from him and the other detainees started to rouse from their unconscious state.

A group of men in Sedadyne jumpsuits lay dormant in a cage while a warehouse skirmish progressed. One of the men began to groan. The noise must have jump-started his consciousness, which was odd because everything sounded so far away. He made attempts to open his eyes, but nothing happened. His body wasn’t moving much with the exception of being able to lift his fingers. His mind drew flashes of the last few days or so and his eyes shut tighter with each oncoming memory. The flashes provoked a bodily jerk as if he was being poked from different parts of his body.

Eventually, he was able to move his arm to touch at the throbbing hedache that had begun when he started to wake up. His short, strawberry-blonde hair was unkempt on top of his lean 6’2” frame. How long had it been since he’d been here? His eyes opened a smidgen and the man could make out colors and movements. The lights were still a little bright. Slowly, he’d begin to bring things into focus.

What the hell was going on?

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((I've just been getting pushed rather hard by this other guy... And no, he's not Ripper Shredder.))

(( If the 'other guy' you're referring to is the one who's waiting for this scene to end before bringing his character in, I know who it is. He was bugging me ingame about it yesterday. ))


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((Really? I mean...seriously? Pushed hard? And bugging? Little emotional. Grey, I'm a pretty patient person. I asked some questions about the storyline so I wouldn't screw with any GM plans when I did come in. I asked what, when, and how soon so timing would be right because I was told (initially) if I didnt hurry, I would miss out on an intro. Rebel, I wasn't looking for anything from you. My question asking, excuse me, bugging you, about when you guys were going to make moves was almost more rhetorical than anything because I know you pretty much go with the flow. You move if they move. You're Support Character of the Year 09. Maybe even '10.

Didn't know it'd be such an issue.

Enjoy your thread gentlemen. And ladies if there are any. Lesson learned.))

Alana's, Justin's, and Vortex's comm units all chirped with the invite.

Justin brought his wrist to his face and touched the small screen that appeared with the invitation, "Ok," he smiled, "Now we can really get this going."

He decided to change his tune up a little. His father was a good man and a renowned hero around the world. So renowned that he was never home. However, it never stopped Justin from trying to emulate him. Justin would be a good leader and his attitude would reflect such. No more of this "kid" stuff bothering him. He'd try, at least, not to let it. With that in mind, Justin turned to Cinderstorm and watched her while thinking of how to approach the "situation".

Cinderstorm eyed the group of Hellions Alana had been burning and she framed another fireball.

"Hey Cinderstorm, tell ya what? Since we're all teamed now, how bout we work this one with a little finesse. You've got the fire power. So does Alana. Lets do this: Alana, you turn on your burn. My pathway will be who you target," Justin looked at Cinderstorm, "and then I'll throw the finishing blows, if any, onto an unsuspecting mob. On the same token, just to further the tactical components of this newly formed squad, Nathan can do that electrical shock hold that he was doing earlier. What do ya think?"

Justin waited for a response while he turned to stare at the second group of Hellions from afar. He almost envisioned the whole thing working perfectly. Hopefully, they all took direction well and saw it as simple suggestions. Another thing his father taught him: Suggest your leadership, never impose it.

As he did wait, the un-costumed rookie shot his eyes to the left and saw the trainee from the initial group of Hellions come back to the same battle grounds. Justin faced him as he walked toward the parking lot and laughed, "Yo check it," Justin laughed, "he came back. The heck were you thinking."

"I dont know," shrugged the trainee as he kept stepping closer to his original position, "After a couple minutes, I just... felt the need to come back where it all started. It was kind of automatic for me."

"Sucks to be you." Justin crossed his arms and looked over at the rest of the group.

"So, what say the jury," Justin asked and gave a menacing half-smile back to the prodigal Hellion.

The bat wielder came at him first. He swung right for Justin's face. Predictable. The bat came hard and fast. It's speed almost surprised Justin. He ducked beneath the swing and sent a fist flying into the Hellion's gut. As the villain bowled over in pain, Justin pushed himself up as strong and quickly as he could into a flash kick that ended in a back handspring and the antagonist on the ground. The Hellion had let the bat fly when he was knocked in his chin and Justin caught it on the way down.

Spinning the bat in his left hand, Justin smiled, satisfied. "Who's next?"

"Me!" The leader had materialized a pair of brass knuckles that had readied themselves for Justin's face. it had only taken a second for him to let his guard down. His father taught him better than that. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the flash of knuckled steel coming toward the side of his face. He made an executive decision to roll with it and raise his head a little to try and take it in his neck while beginning to already fall forward. It was too late to do too much of anything else.

"Hey, Keep this in mind. From the day you got that card, it is real. Real bullets, real knives, real fire. Hellions, Skulls, Vhazilok they want to hurt people, its our job to stop them. And...christ on a crutch you could have gotten that speech from the hologram...Sorry kid."

Justin's wide eyes looked around in his peripheral to make sure he was the only she was talking to, "Yea, uhh..." Justin started, but wasn't sure what to say. His attitude sparked from the abrasive comment and being call a 'kid'. Was that an issue with anyone in between 18-21: being called kid. He'd never known anyone who might have thought, 'Yea, you're right... I am just a kid.' Perhaps it's a coming of age thing. To make it all the way to 18 only to still be called a kid by some jacked up fire head with issues to the tenth degree. No, that was just Justin being salty again.

"I'm Cinderstorm, I've been at this probably a few more hours than you, but I'll help you out if you want it."

"Well, Cinderstorm, seems like you might need to utilize the Rest option that was given to us. Let us kids run amuck while you calm down," he emphasized the 'kids' as he spoke while placing it in quotations. Alana came back almost on cue to break any potential tension.

"You could come help me beat up Hellions, if you've got nothing better to do", Alana replied as she walked back up to the group. "Azuria's creepy", she added, as if that explained everything she'd done in the short time she'd been gone.

Justin shuddered, "I heard about her. Like... she's on some magical crack or something. I mean, I'm sure she does a lot for the city but thats when you clock in. When we all clock out...who knows what there is really going on," Justin shook his head, "But I'm down for a Hellion brawl," he changed his tune quickly as the thought of fighting came back.

"Cinderstorm huh? You have fire powers, like me?", she asked the newcomer, raising a hand at the same time around which flames flared into existence before she realised something and turned back to the first guy she'd met. "I don't think I got your name either, what do you call yourself?"

He extended a hand, "Justin. For now, you can call me Justin. And I think I saw a few Hellions out in the parking lot here hanging out. Doubt they'll go anywhere near. Fear of the drone in em, ya know."

He walked down the steps and looked back to Cinderstorm, "You coming? Think I might learn something from your extra one hundred and eighty minutes of play," Justin smiled and ran toward the parking lot.

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"All I'm sayin is...if you want in, you're gonna have to do what we tell ya. No questions asked. We give ya the garb, now time for you to do the do," a low minion Hellion spoke to a recruit while two others watched, sneering.

"Look... and all I'm sayin is that there's drones all over man. I didn't sign up to die on the first day or go to jail even. I think we're too close to these "tights" anyway. Can't we just-"

"Hey! You think you're so smart," the training Hellion began to get angry.

"Well i don't think I'm-"

"Well you're not. I'M the brains and I'M the telling YOU," the Hellion pushed the recruit, "to run over there and grab a masks mask. It's the only way in. Or you go out...in a body bag," the Hellion shrugged. The other two could be heard 'oohing and aahing".

"Or," Justin appeared with both hands on his hips, orange shirt dancing in the wind, "you can all go in a body bag."

The training Hellion spoke up, "What is this, comedy hour at the Funny Factory? Get outta here before we beat ya into the ground. This is your only chance. You're lucky I got more important things to do."

The trainee stole a glance at his supposed trainer and pointed at himself, "Like what? Like me?"

"Yea, like you? You think I'm here for my health? I dont-"

"Enough talk," Justin almost yelled it, "Always conversation. Talk talk talk," Justin made talking motions with his hands, "Just shut up and take it."

A sinister smile spread across all those that were Hellion. One of the bystanding Hellions stepped forward and pulled a bat from behind his back. The others followed his cue and pulled weapons as well. It's always been pretty amazing because Justin never actually saw the weapons on their backs when the fight started and then out of nowhere, they all just appear.

"You got it, kid..."

Justin's face suddenly became very serious as he targeted the one with the bat. His left eye twitched a little at the word he hated so much. He could have been mistaken for crazy, at this point, with the look that stuck on his face.

"What did you just call me?"

The opposing thug slapped the bat in his hand as he approached Justin, "You heard me...kid," he laughed at the berating comment.

"You know... maybe my foot and your face do need to have a little conversation." He was missing all the components of his powerset, but it didnt mean he was helpless. His father had taught him much in the arts of self-defense. And although, he wouldn't get any xp, he would gladly be ok with knowing that he put some hellions in their place.

"Ok then," Justin got into a defensive Tae Kwon Do stance, "let's talk."

They attacked.

She wandered over to where a man roughly her age by the looks of him was sitting in one of the chairs, apparently deep in thought about something or other. "Hi", she greeted him cheerfully. "I was looking for the MAGI office, would you happen to know where it is?"

"Wow, you're short. I mean..." Justin looked down for a moment to reorganize his thoughts and what should be said out loud. He looked up again and smiled.

"Sorry, yea, the MAGI office it should be inside on the right. Down the stairs and then hang a left. That whole area is dedicated to origin data and umm... I dont know, something or the other. I just go there to get missions, but..." his face became somber, "that won't last if I don't..."

He stopped short, unsure if he wanted to get into what he had going on. He may have been outspoken about others, but it was a little different when it came to himself. He'd hoped that the stature of being a hero would help break the ice when it came to talking to girls, but so far it seemed to just be the cause of less sleep.

Nathan slipped it in his pocket, nodded a thanks, and walked out, seeing a tiny girl with the man who he had seen earlier.

"Uh, hey, I'm kind of new to this. Looks like I have to gain a security level to get a real mission. So, do I just go around and arrest people or what?" he asked them, walking slowly over. He recognized how rude he must've sounded, and said "Nathan Retz, ex-Marine" extending his hand.

Justin took the opportunity to change the subject from him to someone else and stood up smiling, "Uhh yea," Justin received the extended hand and shook it back. His father always taught him to match grips with the stares and physicality of a man. A good man would acknowledge and appreciate it. A soft hand leads to a soft man.

"You guys actually need to go into the same place. I'm not sure who your contacts but as far as I know, you talk to em and then they kind of guide you a little from there. I think they're more like training simulations because..." Justin wasn't sure if he wanted to express his thoughts on the matter. He bit his lip and glanced sideways and thought 'screw it'.

"Well, every time I defeat someone," he looked around and beckoned for Alana and Nathan to get closer so he could whisper, "they disappear. And these origin guys make all this come off so real but... I'm thinking this might just be a training simulation before we get to the real stuff. Which is cool, "Brian stood up again and returned to his normal voice, "because I'm not tryna die anytime soon."

Star Strider Forces Registry
Name: Ninjin
Global Contact: @Ninjin
Level of Classification: 50
Origin: Natural
Super Rank and Super Group: Member, B.O.S.S.

“Here you go!”

“Thank you,” a young looking receptionist wearing a dark gray lady business suit top and a long skirt to match took the registration paperwork from a new hero and began processing.

“You can wait over there in the waiting area,” she pointed to a small section of City Hall where there was a table with magazines and chairs surrounding it. Two others were already there.

Justin Dupree walked over to the waiting area and sat down. His 6' 3" frame slouched in a red leather and metal frame chair. He wore a solid orange t-shirt and blue jean shorts. He matched it all with white and orange air force one’s. Justin’s hair, from his father’s side, was a head full of natural black s-curls that never seemed to be able to straighten; even after a shower. His athletic frame came from years of basketball training. He’d been playing since middle school. Now a senior, he was one of Rhode Island’s top scorers, just finishing up a New England tournament over the summer. The team had placed second. It earned him a full ride to Paragon University.

Justin stared at a few of the articles, but nothing held his attention. He had too much anticipation for his Hero ID card. Today was the last day he could get one before his application went invalid and he had to go through the entire process again. It felt like hours had passed when the receptionist had finally called his name. The other two waiting had already left with ID’s.

“Mr. Dupree,” the woman called from her desk in the main lobby of City Hall.

Just practically took the chair with him when he left and stopped to re-position it before he went over to the desk with expectant eyes.

“I’m sorry Mr. Dupree, but Blaze, The Phoenix, Fireblade, and Hot Slice are all taken.”

Justin’s couldn’t hide his surprise, “What?!? Seriously? There’s someone out there named Hot Slice? Unbelieveable.”

That brought a smile from the receptionist, “I’m sorry, Justin,” sadness struck her voice, “you know you’re going to have to pick a name by 8am tomorrow. Otherwise you do this again.”

“What if I need more time. All the good names are taken.”

“We’ve already given you the allotted two weeks to help the city with a temporary ID and no name under the Anonymity Law. You’re already Security Level 3. Pretty soon, headlines are going to need a name.” the secretary shuffled some papers together and placed them in a manilla packaging folder, “Here. Come back when you’ve got something. We shut down in an hour. It's 4 o'clock now.”

Justin took the information and placed it under his arm, “Oh, I’ll be right on those steps for the next fifty-eight minutes. I will come up with a name.”

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Dupree,” the receptionist said with a wink and left behind a door marked “Copy Room”.

Justin smiled and skipped outside to the front steps of City Hall. He leaned back on a pillar and took a deep breath. He looked to the clouds in the sky and let his mind wander...

The City Life

Imagine a world where the things you see and hear from your computer when you play City of Heroes/Villains...

Was actually how life was.

This will be a play on the life that we create for ourselves in the game. From the broadcast chats to the flashes of light when we ding another level. From the Location badges to leveling up at a hologram figure of Miss Liberty with a preset FAQ to answer the basics when you step up to her.

Did you register at City Hall, online, or mail-in application? Is your name a play on something else or an original take? Or was it just a name you settled on by your 11th try? Did you make your costume or win a free costume through an Icon sweepstakes? No money for a costume at all? Have an older brother who’s Level 50 and hooked you up with money? Trying to live in the legacy of legends such as your super-powered parents? Getting a little hard to divide Hellions and Homework on a Tuesday evening? Are you 16 or 36? Either way...bring it on.

So...here’s the deal...

No one that posts starts off above Level 6. And you can call yourself Security Level 6 in the story, with ID card with back story on the back and everything.

You can also start of at Level 1, so of course there’s only a few powers. However, you can be creative with the type of powers you do have.

Live wherever you want. There are no safehouses in here.

For those that can’t think of a name for their toon, there is a two week Anonymity Law from time of registration where one can do missions without a name. After the two week period, you have to go through the Registry process again (Application, Interview, Power Analysis, Physical Fitness test, Psychoanalysis).

Heroes must be at least 16 and above; those 16-17 have to have written permission from parents or emancipation papers.

It will be basically like it is in the game. Enhancements will be done like vaccine shots. The trainers (where you buy enhancements) will all have small computers with them that will be able to assimilate everything that you want to “order” for yourself. Better endurance, accuracy, stamina, leaping, etc: All of it will be vocally order ready at the trainer. He/she will input the requested data for processing and upload to a Upgrade Vaccinator or UV Device and into your arm. Painless. You will then be “enhanced”. So basically: Trainer. Order (level appropriate). Upload. Inject. Enhance.


Everyone, when they begin, will have:

An ID Card
A Public/Private Broadcast Speaker or PBS (see below)
A contact (based on origin)
A temp power (based on origin)


PBS- This is a thin chrome metal wrist bracelet that is fitted to it’s wearer and has chameleon tech in the sense that it matches the color of whatever you’re wearing. It becomes whatever the main color of your costume is. It is elementally resistant and cannot be removed except through your own thumbprint on the underside of the bracelet. There are three buttons on it. All bracelets use nanite tech to communicate what is being said to you, regardless of where you are, to your brain.

[u]Communicator:[u] (Team, SG, Broadcast, PM’s) Labeled with a “C” on the bracelet.
With Team speak, the first person to start a team will come up with a callsign. Anyone who needs to join the team will press the C button and say “Team Royale” for example to be on the same comms in a mission.
With PM’s you will say “PM Ninjin” and it’ll send a message straight to him.
With Broadcast, you say “Broadcast” and then begin speaking.
Same thing with Supergroup comms

[u]Search:[u] This is denoted by an “S” on the bracelet. This allows you to bring up a holographic screen of everyone in the zone you are in. You cannot search other cities. Just the one you are currently in. To speak to someone you see in search, just PM them.

[u]Missions[u]- the "M" button. Brings up a holographic touch screen for mission and contact selection. You can also hit up your current contact and send a Mission Request for new missions or other documentation.



Any questions, feel free to PM me.

Now get out there and live the life...or...try to at least.

-Nin

((Added a timeframe reference before numbers.))

((Edit II: Added small character descriptions and differences between Kari Salcido and sister, LaSean Harris. At bottom. #12))

Got a post coming up soon (hopefully today) and it should end with Brian and Quex talking to whoever's left in the kitchen. He's going to mention the governor's daughter.

Things you should know:

((Edit)) And all this can be common knowledge to any and everyone who has been living Paragon over the last two years, particularly two years ago and those that came later, I guess something that was just still rumored about in the streets. Then again, could be news to the clueless ones. (What? We have a mayor? Thats the one that lives at the White House right? Meh.)

1. The mayor's daughter is dead.
2. No one knew she had a sister.
3. Brian, at one point, had a high profile relationship with the daughter.
4. No one except those closest to the investigation (Mystic, Brian, the mayor, a few selected officials, and Newton by association) knows what happened and how the daughter died. For those that feel like they would know and had or have access to those kind of files or documents, PM me. We'll talk.
5. After her death, Brian went into a sudden early retirement (as the papers said, for those that follow the news) from the force, categorized by the desire to do something else and disappeared for two years. First time anyone has seen him was today...or yesterday, since its going on 2 in the morning.
6. News reports say that he had forced himself on the case although shouldnt have because of his personal ties to the victim. Tabloids speculated that Brian "lost it" and the retiremement was a nice way of saying shove off, you're not acting like a cop anymore, this is over your head.
7. No one knows that he's been back for about 6 months now.
8. There is still speculation as to who the girls murderer was and it's slowly becoming a cold case, which confuses the entire city.
9. The Mayor (for our story) is Keith Salcido.
10. The daughter's name was Kari Salcido.
11. Some of you may actually know or just recognize Brian (Det. Wincott) as being a cop that you may have dealt with when you had to fill out reports on certain high profile cases a hero has dealt with or just when dropping off a villain to the station. (Use the recognition if you want as personal knowledge or...some may hold a grudge, who knows. PM for details... i want to at least know why you're mad at me, heh.) He had initially made papers for being the youngest Detective...ever. At the time. He still holds the record (superfluous).
12. In the most basic way possible, LaSean is black. Kari is umm...blaxican? The mayor (Keith) is mexican and his wife (who is black and unnamed, feel free to make one up) cheated during voting season and got pregnant. In order to keep up pretenses, they made it like it was the mayor's baby and then after mayor was voted in, divorced his wife, who later gave LaSean up for adoption. Kari and LaSean are half-sisters. Lot is speculated that she had a sister, but not many know what happened to her... rumors rumors gossip gossip.


That is all.
PM with any questions.

-Nin

Take your time. We'll be here when you get back. Hope that everything goes well or at the least, gets a little better.

Just keep going with the flow of whatever you're doing. Tea-drinking. Talking. Introducing.

Also no one is bound to stay at the Two Six. We all have comm devices. Or should by now and can be called via the headpiece. We all have lives before coming there and some folks may have other agendas or situations. Go.Hunt.Kill Skuls.

If you want.

Speaking of the Comm device: Think of it as a small bluetooth earpiece with a channel button, volume button and power button. There are three channel frequencies that we can go on. Most times we stay on the same channel. The others are reserved for private chatter, when necessary. Newer folks are locked on Channel 1 and have access to Channel 2, while the "mentors" of the group (Anyone from Two Six, Season 1) can go to Channel 3. For now.

Posts coming soon on story progression. I'm really leaving development to you guys while I just hit certain key points to give the story direction.

Word.

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*points to Nin*

Still owes me a Velasco post.

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That I do, sir. Coming up in a couple hours, after work.

Hey, along the same lines of what Todd did, is there any distinguishing and noticeable feature or just something we should know to provide better continuity in the story??

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So, how many people have yet to post dreams? Averick of course because he's away, and also Zeta, Kasoh and Crimson I think. Is that all or have I missed someone?

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Crimson and Zeta posted theirs. I haven't. Will be some time before I do as Kasoh and I have a few scenes before bed time is an option. No one had to immediately post dreams and sleep but...it's about 1:00am now, RP TIME. Get up for a midnight snack!

I have yet to determine the date though. So far, Ive determined that's it's fall and at the end of the month, I decided. Plays into the story. Just have to get a lil more info first.

For those that go into the next day already, don't go far and pay attention to who is still in "last night".

That is all.

The Two Six, Season Two is offcially:

The Two Six, Season Two ((Open RP))

Word.