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((hands a box of tissues while holding a biohazard bin))

William made for the stairs like a bandit with the woman storming not far behind. The case in his right hand rattled as he cradled her candle in the left. Busting open the stairs, he leaped down the first flight hitting with a thud. Not letting the impact slow him down, he grunted off the pain and darted normally down the next set. It was only a couple of stories down before he realized she had given up. He wasn't sure what floor he was on now, but didn't sweat it. Strolling out of the stairwell, he took a look around. Dropping the contraband flammable into his case, he resumed inspections.

William Baxter was used to the weight of his case as he strolled along a cubicle farm checking for hazards. A series of yelled remarks from elsewhere in the room distracted him a moment nearly causing another incident. Quickly realizing the woman whose desk he had been staring under was glaring back he blushed and raised a hand to rub his head.

"Just checking for loose and damaged cords ma'am; honestly meant no offense at all. Names William; I'm the safety coordinator and just started here. If you could pass around the word watch fer dangerous stuff and holler at me; I'd appreciate it most kindly."

Spotting one person with a burning candle, he paused and took note of the scene around it. A loose stack of papers moved slightly to the breeze from a vent above, as she absentmindedly dug through her purse. He also watched, oblivious to her at the moment, in horror as she pulled out a can of hair spray and a comb.

((interesting))

hmm, I'd have to chose 2 RP characters:
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Lilly Amanda Powers(very young villian child):

Primary Weapon: Cuteness..
She uses it to lure common street thugs into fighting for her protection and the whims of childish yet deadly games with other creatures she encounters.

Secondary Weapon: A pair of modified .50 Desert Eagles...
Gifts from her overprotective Aunt Dorothy. They are a bit big for her, knocking her down when used. Also very heavy and hard to aim, but full auto helps with that a bit.

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Nathan Stone aka HCA 01(hero):

He carries a big double bit axe. One side is dulled and rounded to not cut targets. This allows him to simply bludgeon them into submission without too permanent of injury. The other side is a specially hardened alloy that requires a diamond file to resharpen. He keeps a very keen edge on it for slicing through machines and especially resilient or undead biologicals.

Not sure... My youngest character's bio puts her at 1 month old (Fairy baby); but Lilly's a villian. Not really a min for that.

If child prodigy's can get in higher schools, don't know why a hero couldn't be younger than normal too.

((*giggles*))

A set of old mops leaning haphazardly near a shelf full of chemical was all he found down stairs. Duct taping them to the wall so they wouldn't fall and trip someone, he returned to the elevator. As the door closed, he shut his eyes and hit a button at random. Opening them again he saw the panel set for floor seven.

"Ohh lucky number seven, hoooaaah." he boasted to himself.

He hadn't been in the marines, but was quite the enthusiast of them. Though in his private opinion there was flaws in the way all military operated. Mostly that they weren't powerful enough to truely do their purpose. Too many compromises in the name of saving money, as if the money was more important. Though that quality over quantity ideal contradicted how he tended to fix things. When it counted he could do a fabulously skilled job, but usually it was just too much fun to simply rig things up.

"hmm" he mused as the doors opened.

Stepping out he looked around and grinned as he made a quick mental list of things to watch for.

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Yeh. Okay. Jus' be careful testin' wiff dat stuff.

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Mr. Baxter just nodded grinning and closed up the case. Locking it again, so nothing could spill, he stood as the other man spoke.

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William Van Watt... Director of Research and Development. If there is somenthing I can assist you with, I will be happy to render it.

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William slapped his side chuckling and grinned back.

"Well I'll be jiggered you's a just being friendly and saying hi whiles securities over thar. This here's a friendly place fo shure. Truely a pleasure to meey ya all."

Walking further into the lobby he took another gander about. The mail room supposidly had a spot for him with forms and things, but his office was mostly in his hand. He looked at the staircase entrance briefly then decided those are best checked top down. Moving to the elevators, he called one down to get him. Stepping inside one that arrived, he chuckled at the large array of buttons.

*It would be good to do some surprise wanderings before word gets around to much*

"First stop mail room.... somewhere..."

Taking an vaguely educated guess, he hit the button for the first basement floor. Didn't matter much to him if he was wrong, had lots of time. That was one of the reasons he had been hired, patience, that and through years of woodmanship he was very observant. As the lift moved downstairs, he smiled in rememberance of his last job. He liked being liked, and others enjoyed how he could fix things from what was at hand. Whistling to himself as the ding sounded to opening doors, he stepped out to explore.

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Pop 'er open.

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William looked over at the guard still grinning casually.

"And how you doing too?" he greeted.

Plopping the case down, he took out a modest set of keys from his pocket. Unlocking it, and returning the keys, he lifted the lid to hang open. Standing back up he put his hands on his hips and just nodded a go ahead. Inside were cable ties, a small first aid kit, duct tape, electrical tape, bailing wire, mini-hacksaw, portable oxygen/mapp torch, welding googles, brazing rods, pliers, wire cutters, screwdrivers, select wrenches, a heavy framing hammer, a plastic bag of spare nails and screws; electrical meter, armored flashlight, and a pack of chewing gum.

"Yeah I'll prob need to add a few things as I get used to the place." he commented.

Nothing published here, but working on a couple personal books. First is 180+ pages, 2nd in progress 14 chaps not compiled a size yet. It's not easy sometimes, you can have an entire scene to the last detail in your head for weeks and it still takes hours to write a page of it down. So just keep at it and don't give up.

/applaudes

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It is important to know how to make an entrance.

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Accustomed to the weight of his case, William effortlessly swapped it to his left hand. Offering out the right one for a strong but friendly shake, he smiled back broadly.

"Yes sir, indeed it is; yet sorry for the ruckus. Names William Baxter, the new Coordinator of Safety for the Building. Ya know fallin, fire hazards, icky stuff where it shoudn't be, and stuff like that. Its a pleasure to meet someone in security first. Ya'll got any thing about me just wandering around pretty freely like? Not wanting to get nobody in any troubles as I go about things. Matter of fact, I'm looking forward to being helpful to ya uhuh"

Pausing his lively ramble a minute he just stood there grinning. As the case swayed in his grasp it rattled slightly from the loose overfilled contents.

((Thanks for the invite Ninjin; apologies for the delay getting started... *looks at the post count and whistles* yeah thats my story ))

There were some jobs that were far funner than their official description sounded. And occasionally they paid pretty well because noone else took them. William Baxter checked the badge attached to his blue jean jacket. Today was his first day as "Safety Coordinator" at the complex. He was charged with making sure the majority of the building was a safe place for everyone around him. Wearing a red and black flannel shirt tucked into black blue jeans and a dark brown duster he grinned broadly. On his belt was a muliplier on each side, and he carried an aluminum tool case that had to weigh 30 pounds. Wandering through the X-Ray machine he laughed as the alarms went off.

"Oh good they work he commented."

Holding out his ID for security, he evaluated how people responded to the noise. There was no point in having alarms if people ignored them.

((5'9" Dark brown eyes and matching short parted hair, olive complextion, 150lb modestly strong but not sculpted. All in all relatively average looking guy.))

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I have sworn an oath on my life and weapon to do what is in the best interest for our kind, but I have the benefit of seeing two paths, where Consort-Inquisitor has only one.

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Point-defense listened intently to the other Mu, mulling the commentary over in his mind. He lived and breathed for the Guard, but whether that was one person or an entity of itself he was unsure. Laying his rifle over his shoulder he met each of them squarly in the eye. Then turning his weapon in his hands he examined it and spoke carefully.

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Would you two like to test your skills in battle?

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"Words are many, but I will follow and judge this for myself if you will allow it."

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Was that an Atlantean?”...“I thought they were a myth.”

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Point limply hung his weapon down and looked at the floor shaking his head in shame. Never did he think one, let alone four outsides would make it inside of the base. It was discraceful to him that he'd hadn't been in a position to kill them.

"And this is what happens... I was ordered to rest, that is not my fault."

Shaking his head he turned to find the galley.

Point Defense. looked back at his relief having left the post only because he was ordered to do so after his shift. The other Mu seemed compentant but it was not him and thus had a less trust. Keeping his weapon at ready, he peered around a corner then lept to the opposite side facing down the corridor. Moving further down to the next intersection, he repeated the tactical manuever. This was the heart of the base, but it didn't matter. Comfort was the friend of the enemy and in the Name of the Mu and the Black Guard he would never drop his guard.

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“Have the mammals already found us here? Or does that sort of thing happen often?”

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Peering around the corner he studied the men, recognizing them only as friend as he searched for an enemy. Throwing some caltrops towards a door way, he scooted cautiously into the room. Scanning one door for the enemy he would keep his rifle pointed that way as he checked the next. Seeing nothing he spoke one simple word.

"Clear."

There was a tinkling sound near the main entrance way as a new batch of caltrops were strategically tossed out across half of the floor. The soldier, one of the Black Guard, raised his weapon arching it in practiced rythym over his field of fire. It was an excersise repeated countless times such that he could kill any intruders without having to open his eyes. Point-defense lowered his weapon and replaced his rifles ammo with a fresh batch rotating that magazine to a side pile of 2.23 and some forty mill's that had been loaded before. It appeared wasteful, but ensured readiness as every function was tested and rested on a random timetable. For this was his job, to ensure that anyone coming through without permission died.

Hehe, alright I reckon this is long over due: I present the basement.

http://www.wcc.net/~mbain/whitbase.jpg

I'll have a render of Mary's room ASAP when I finish making it in Bryce. It will be found here when I upload it:

Mary's greenhouse

((I still play there, Liz and Emily know as only home))

Just cus you have to spare his life, doesn't mean you can't maim the intruder a bit. *strolls off to find some rubber tubbing and a wood chipper*

CHARACTER NAME: The Clique
DORM ROOM/LOCATION: #1327 (faculty discount)
STORYTELLER: BainofWar, or those I trust (ya know who ya'll are)
THEME SONG: "We Belong" by Pat Benetar
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Hillary Twain, Ph.D. She has a doctorate in linguistics and served for the Earth embassy on the keldian home world. There she met a Peacebringer working as an aid there and fell in love. They got married, merged, and retired happily to Paragon City. They now manage the PCU drama department.
PHOTO (URL): http://www.wcc.net/~mbain/CoHClique.html
CREY INDUSTRIES FILE (URL):
KNOWN ASSOCIATES (SG): Slackers Inc. on Infinity.

CHARACTER NAME: The Tree Tigress
APARTMENT NUMBER/LOCATION: Temporary den in lobby
STORYTELLER: BainofWar or those I trust
THEME SONG: Wild Child by Enya
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
The offspring of a pride of meat farmers and a member of a race of evolved savanna predators. She was exiled from her home for the safety of the home world as her gifts threatened the grasslands covering most of it. Arriving on Earth she was unpleased by the docile nature of common meat animals and began hunting far more interesting quarries. The authorities have yet to be made to understand why people are food too.
PHOTO (URL): http://www.wcc.net/~mbain/CoVTT.html ((up ASAP))
HERO CORPS RAP SHEET (URL):
KNOWN ASSOCIATES (VG): Fathoms of darkness

((Just for the sake of fun, heres your chance to post your own version of popular Christmas Songs. Lets see some imagination cooking here.

I'll repost one here for starters:

P.S. Keep it clean))


"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
a fine double bit axe."

"On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
two tactical lasers and a fine double bit axe."

"On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
three moving targets, two lasers, and the worlds finest axe."

"On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
four stunning smiles, three crispy thugs, two warm lasers, and one mighty good axe."

"On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
five walking toasters, four stunning smiles, three groaning gangsters, two cooling beamers, and a marvel of steel art."

"On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
six ferry tokens, five freaks for recycling, four killer looks, three gagged whiners, two eager lasers, and my lovely new axe."

"On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
seven blue pills, six ferry tokens, five angry tanks, four blinding grins, three unconcious skulls, two bored lasers, and did I mention the axe?"

"On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
eight pounds of brisket, seven pretty cabs, six boat tickets, five growling heads, four starlike smiles, three mailed off prisoners, two red streamers, wow what an axe."

"On the nineth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
nine holy shotgun shells, eight pounds of beef, seven energy pills, six free rides, five crazed tanks, four heavenly smirks, three new cons, two cutting beams, and a shiny new axe."

"On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
ten rounds with Mary Macolmb, nine magic 12ga, eight pounds of juicy meat, seven blue capsules, six ferry tokes, five grumpy cyborgs, four striking gazes, three inmates, two burning red blasters, and a double bit blade."

"On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
eleven cartons of egg nog, ten rounds with the Cabal, nine spooky shells, eight smoking pounds of bbq, seven catch a breaths, six boat trips, five moving piles of scrap, four smashing looks, three cons on bail, two milspec lasers, and that sweet axe."

"On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Twelve arrest tags, elven quarts of nog, ten witch fights, nine holy buckshot, eight pounds of tender beef, seven blue mints, six rides to the islands, five freak tanks, four lovely smiles, three free crooks, two charging lasers, and my what a beautiful blade."

The sites I listed for BainofWar and the Wind Blade are now functioning.

We've had quite a run of related storys and background and theme songs and the like for the Blakmoore, Whitmoore and Paragon City . Those threads have a bit of a family on their own right and many of us have pages of links to try and keep up with it all.

Thats where this comes in, this forums is just a link of all related threads and stories. I'll add as many as I know, but feel free to toss in any that I miss or ya'll feel belongs here. ))

Main Fourm infolinks:
Whitmoore Apts.:Origins, Themesongs, Backstories

The WAR((OOC))

Paragon City University: Students and Faculty

Blakmoore Safehouse: registry

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Compiled information sites:

Mithril Zeta's The Whitmoore Apts Webpage

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Stories related by writer or character:

Mindgames

Tales From the Council

The Fog of Hope

Back at the two six
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Individual pages:

Zenitheon
American Valor The New Empire
Tick Tock
BainofWar's toon site