Alan Michov was unfortunatly the kind that would laugh at someone elses misfortune. This didn't pass well with Corpral Pain "YOU THINK THATS FUNNY YOU PILE OF CRAP?"
This was pretty much how it had been everyday, Alan gave his usually response "Sir, yes sir." In addition to that short coming Alan was also honest, mostly because he was a terrible liar.
Also as usually Corporoa Pains face went red and veins started to show on his neck. "GET ON THE GROUND AND GIVE ME 100 PUSH-UPS!'
"Sir, yes sir." Alan did his push-ups as usually. When he was finished Corporal Pain was already dressing down another recuit. The corprol was the kind of man who didn't make sure that someone followed his orders, because he was the kind of man you disobey. The young hero adjusted his eyepatch and under his breath he cursed his father for ever bringing him into existance. While he was at it he cursed the FBSPA and Psytosis for selling him out. He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them and thier fear that he was insane. So he could sense his long dead father, did that real mean he was insane.
While the push ups were being completed, a short man walked in with the lower half of his face hidden from view behind a mask. The man quietly walked amongst the heroes who were recieinvg training.
"I wish to speak to the man in charge of this camp," the man calmly said.
One of the heroes in training noticed that this man had not been here before stood up and said "Well, who are you?"
The man bowed low saying, "My name is Lord Raymond, I am a member of British Royalty, and was incharge of a large portion of the British Military before leaving to come here. I am, how should I say this...in desperate need of a job and I thought that this might be a good place for me."
The soldier said,"Well if you had such a great life over in England, why on Earth would you choose to come over here?"
Lord Raymond stood silent thinking of all the things that had gone wrong before he left for America for a few seconds before saying, "I was attacked by Crey Agents while on military buisness and the attack left my face horribly scarred and also granted me certain bizarre powers, as well a shrinking my size a great deal...Lets just say my new look and powers were vastly under appreciated by the Royal Family, so they banished me and are still pretending that I am dead."
Lord Raymond has become very lonely in the past few monthes and has also had great diffculty fitting in to the business of Paragon City. Due to this he has becomed very quick to become agitated by people who do not appreicate him.
The hero said, "I'll see if I can get in touch with the boss for ya."
Alan walked over to the new guy. "Hi there, Raymond was it, I'm Mended Ribs, but you can call me Alan if you prefer." He shook Raymands hand, or atleast started to when Raymond pulled his hand back and looked at a cut on his wrist. Alan looked embaressed "Sorry about that, I forget sometimes." The one eyed hero held out his hand, if one looked his finger tips they were roughly in the shape of claws. "I got these two years ago, just befor the Ritki war. I've gotten pretty good at useing them with out hurting anyone, but they've become so second nature that I forget about them." Alan smiled "So British Royalty, must be a pretty sweet deal." Alan had completely missed the second part of the what Lord Raymond had said.
Buck Shott noticed the two new cadets and decided to start a conversation. "Hi, I'm Buck, Buck Shott. I don't have any powers, just lots of government-funded guns and gadgets. I'm not a government agent, though, I'm dirt poor. I got my stuff from a government aid program for hero wannabes. In fact, I got my tuition paid for. When we get to the munitions field, we'll be getting taught how to use our powers to blow up stuff by Corporal Punishment. He's psychotic and has a short fuse, I found that out when I used one of my M30s on the mess hall. So, what're your powers? How about your origns? I'm talking too much again, aren't I?"
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"Yes." Alan started to raise his hand to shake Buck's and then thought better of it. "Nice to meet you Buck, I'm Mended Ribs or Alan if you like. Uh sorry about laughing at you, I got abit of a morbid sense of humor." He briefly wondered why the grenade had been luanched. "My orgins, well it's a long story, but," Alan looked for Corporal Pain. "If I keep it breif we might have time. I inherited my powers from my dad, he was a Skull named Broken Ribs, hence my name. He [censored] my mother and died before I was born."
"My powers first surfaced when I was 12, I started channeling Negitive Energy. My mother abonded me after that and I was adopted by this nice family in East Gate...er the Hallows now. Anyway, it was 3 days before the Ritki war and I lost control oof my powers and it, well it maleformed my fingers into claws, and I almost killed my adopted father. I..um, I try to comit sucide that day, I thought I was dangerous and, well I lost my left eye."
"The FBSPA (Federal Bureau of Super Powered Affairs) Came to take me away. When the Ritki War started I managed to slip away. Then this guy called Psyosis approches me. He was sent to find me a check my psychological condition. They thought I was insane when they took me away, you with me, okay. So Psyosis says I'm fine and leaves to tell the FBSPA to leave me alone. He told them where I was hiding out and they took me into custidy again. They didn't have the resources to keep tabs on me so they dumped me here." Alan stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Took a lot longer than I thought. Sorry about that, you Raymond?"
The conversation in the room stalled for a moment when a small, smoky explosion temporarily deafened everyone in the room. When the heroes finally got through activating their quick defenses, the cafeteria was alive with laughs and curses at a man sitting alone at one of the tables. His white jumpsuit with wide blue lightning bolts on it was now a sooty black. The man pulled up his goggles leaving a "figure-8" area of clean skin visible. "Right, so that flash rate didn't keep containment," were his only words. Everyone eventually went back to their lunches as he man gathered up a pair of gauntlets that now sported sparking and sputtering circuitry.
He walked down the row, carrying his tray in one hand and his gauntlets tucked under the other arm. Now that he was standing, it was now easy to see the tools attached to his belt. He looked back and forth and saw an open seat next to Buck and Alan. Corporal Punishment stood near the wall and just shook his head as his eyes followed him, obviously thinking that what he inflicted on himself was punishment enough.
The soot-covered hero sat and dropped his gauntlets with a clatter on the table. He looked up and smiled at Alan and Buck as he gathered a forkful. "Hi!" was all he said before filling his mouth with food.
Squinting against the photonegative flare of the swift explosion, Tenma thought twice about entering the room. He watched the man in white walk briskly towards a table occupied with other Heroes. He looked around, and saw all sorts of strange Humans. Some massive, rivalling his own size, others extremely diminuitive. Some openly displaying their powers, others merely watching, or engaged in candid and friendly discussions.
One thing he noted above all else; they were all Human.
How could a Demon hope to walk in, and be accepted?
There is only one way to find out Tenma thought to himself.
He stepped into the room.
Silence blanketed the crowd of Heroes, as they stared, aghast, at the 8ft tall, 600lb horned demon that just stepped in the room. All eyes fell to the glowing sword, strapped to the Demon's belt. Many Heroes began to shift uncomfortably in their seats... a few even began to conjur weapons of their own... as discreetly as possible.
After all, some of these Heroes had fought his own kind.
"Hey there!" came a call from a table nearby. "Pull up a chair, big guy. My name is Buck!"
Tenma turned his attention to Buck, and walked over. He looked down to the empty chair in front of him. It was a shoddy, plastic thing... it would not support his weight. Instead, he moved it out of the way, and sat cross-legged on the floor.
He still towered over a few of the figures at the table.
"So, what's your name, big guy?" Asked buck. The Heroes in the hall had all resumed their chatter, glancing occasionally in Tenma's direction.
"Tenma..." He replied.
"Tenma? Interesting name... what does it mean?" Asked a small man, with a thick british Accent.
"It's... Japanese. It means 'Demon'."
The Heroes all chuckled slightly, and even Tenma allowed himself a brief smile.
"Well, Tenma... welcome to the Hero Academy." Said Buck.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the corner of the room...
((Take it away, someone))
There was a commotion outside the mess hall, and the sound of Corporal Punishments raised voice. Several of the cadets could see his Brown Round bobbing animatedly in one window, occasionally accompanied by a brief glimpse of the back of his shaved head. The windows height was such that nothing below six feet was visible, and what seemed odd was that the front of his DI hat was pointed almost straight up, whoever he was speaking to was hidden by wall, but his voice carried well.
And what, in the name of MY Corps, are you doing out here? Chow is served on time, and if you are NOT, I will eat your lunch for YOU! One arm struck up, pointing at the hidden figure, who was apparently taller than Corporal. What? Did YOU speak to ME?
A voice, several times louder than the DIs own, rattled the windows and set water glasses to rippling. Whoever it came from had command tone, and swore like a sailor, or more correctly, a Green Beanie. The face of the DIs hat seemed to wither as the recruits watched.
What I said, afore you opened your cakehole, was that Fifth Group sent orders for me to report to Drill Instructor Punishment. Since I see by your flash thats you, roared the suspiciously feminine voice, Janice Sartain, reporting for duty!
I dont give a good God
the honking of a truck horn drowned out the next few words from the DI, but there aint no split-tail that talks to ME that way! Get down! The hat became more animated, apparently DI Punishment was getting into his work.
The Mountain Climber! A short pause, I cant hear you, knockwad! I said, The MOUNTAIN CLIMBER!
This time the phrase for the physical fitness activity was echoed by that too loud womans voice.
One! Toop! TREE!, Stay with me, counted in cadence by the grizzled DI. You need to be counting out, recruit! You will be there until I am tired, do you understand!? Do I make myself clear enough for your Pansy-Axe, Mommy-Cuddlin self? His voice dropped, a note of sarcasm mixed with typical rage. Re-cover!
Now the wisp of an extremely large figure moved past the window, very quickly, coming erect from the exercise position. The DIs hat snapped up, whoever the figure was, they must have been very tall. The colors anyone was quick enough to notice were desert Camo: tan, yellow and beige.
Now, you will fall in to the Chow Hall, and you will eat your square. In two minutes, you will report to me, at the Day Room, for discipline training
Did you smile? Did YOU flippin SMILE at ME? He was a great DI, and had been at this a long time. I am not your boyfriend! You do NOT smile at ME! Get DOWN!
This went on for several minutes, interspaced with cadence counting, one-two-three and colorful adjectives particular to military forces. The womans voice continued to echo the DIs, not mocking but in proper military respect. Finally, the Smokey Bear hat moved away from the window and a womans chest, at normal head height, came around the corner to the main doors. Her head was above the tops of the windows, the patch on her right BDU sleeve was a sword with three lightning bolts, the 75th Ranger Scroll above it.
She ducked only a little to enter the main doors, her Kevlar making a soft thunk where it struck the jamb. When she stood, all eight feet plus of her frame, she glanced quickly around the room, where several other recruits had already returned to their food. She was late, and there was no line, no shortage of seats to find next to someone else, but she chose an isolated corner to sit in.
Not only inhumanly tall, her skin was a sickly yellow and her eyes solid. The rifle she wore with a comfortable ease, slung muzzle down with enough slack that she could come to ready arms fast. Even in the far corner, her skin seemed to give off some light, but if anyone noticed, she did not return their looks. The rifle stayed on her back, her fork tracing a perfect ninety-degree corner between mouth and tray, straight up, straight in. Squares, meant as a joke by DIs to frustrate recruits, she moved with incredible speed to finish her food and get to the Drill Pad on time.
((Anyone looking at her would notice the name Sartain on her uniform and only Velcro where the Branch name would be. Her unit patches, name and citations are also Velcro-ed. Above her left chest pocket is the CIB and Combat Jump Wings in subdued Desert. Her steps are precise, she leads with her left and squares her corners. She will be in a hurry to get to the pad ahead of DI Punishment, but shows little outward signs of the earlier workout, a little sweat under her arms. Her BDUs are not starched, worn and a little wrinkled, but all of her gear is immaculately clean. This is MaDeuce, AR/Dev Blaster and her weapon is named Topper after Ad Topperwein. Shes an Army Brat, eight years prior service; Panama, Honduras, Desert Storm. She has military discipline, as hard-bitten as they come, but ruffles at non-combat types giving her orders.))
(OOC: I'm seeing some great posters out here, I am impressed. But, Tenma, please try not to write for others. I got majorly chewed out by someone for beating his character up and not giving a chance to react, never mind writing actual quotes. I'm not so pompous as to flip out over it, but if you'd please be so kind. 
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Well, looks like we've got quite an interesting group here. A demon that I'm glad to have on our side. Very glad. A... Mended Ribs, and I think I'll leave it at that, because those claws look sharp, and I take hits like a little school girl, even with my resistance-boosting body armor (note: Buck's power sets are devices, assault rifle, munitions mastery, and medicine, I know I'm using two more power slots than allowed, but I want all these gadgets). We've got a British fellow who recieved powers by accident, and was cast out of the royal family. Finally, we have this guy," Buck Shott said, pointing at the soot-covered man, "who recently blew himself up, which is just plain entertaining. Oh, that reminds me, I'd better do this while the corporal's looking away." He pulled out a tricorder-looking device and fired it at the soot-covered man. Instantly, his suit was clean and mended, and so was the man wearing the suit. "By the way, what's your story?"
(OOC: Just a side note about real life that is really cool. I got Resident Evil 4 yesterday. Best. Game. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! They allow you to control the camera now (yay). You can aim better, and even target specific limbs for different effects (yay). And most importantly, you can SAVE AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT (ULTIMATE YAY). Also, you purchase most weapons and upgrades for weapons from merchants, instead of finding them in a certain order (although, free shotgun on second floor of two-story building in the first village, the one with the fire,). But I'm rambling, and this is off-topic, so I'll shut up now.)
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Alan had had a good laugh at the soot covered hero and just realised that he still had a barrier of light and heat sucking energy around him. He quickly closed off the flow of the power and light and heat filled the vacant space. He wondered why Buck had skipped over him. It passed, he looked at the demon, he had never seen a demon till today, he was ussaly fighting gangs. But he was more interested in the gaint women who had just entered. Never one to let common sense get in the way, he decided to go talk to her. He smiled, excused himself from the table with disturbing polietness, picked up his tray and walked over to her table and with out asking set his tray down.
"Hi, I'm Mended Ribs, but you can call me Alan if you like." He took a seat across from her.
(OOC Note: Unrealated to anything going on. You got that right, RE4 is the best. I just got through the first part of the castle and it just is so fun. The combat commands like kick is just so worth it. )
"Quite honestly sirs, I am not so much hear to learn as I am hear to help others with learning, although I will gladly recieve training where it is needed," said the Brit," You see, I was very high in the British military and have already gone through quite a large deal of 'training.' Oh dear, I'm afraid I'd forgotten that I had already mentioned my military career. Sometimes I have trouble recalling what I have already said. But I do recall someone referring to me as a Brit who got powers by 'accident.' While it is true that the powerrs were an accident the explosion that caused them most definately was not. Those bloody Crey Representatives did this too me, and following my *clears throat* dismissal by my family, I decided to follow them from whence they came..."
Lord Raymond realized he had begun to ramble and noticed that Mended Ribs had gone to chat with the rather tall woman, and decided to join him.
Lord Raymond walked to the woman and did a sweeping bow. "Good day to you madam, my name is Lord Raymond, The Courageous Majestic Lord Raymond as I have been refered to on the streets, and I hope that I may be allowed to ask a lady her name."
Aint no ladies in the killing fields, English, so you can save yourself the polities and call me either Sartain or MaDeuce. The woman downed the nasty tasting Kool-Aid and stood. Was an E-7, SOG 18 Delta, but that was years ago. No rank now, just a troop like you. Look of ya, either SAS or M-I. Love to stay and chat, but that ground pounder DI wants to see my wigglin backside in about 2 seconds.
She spoke loud, not by choice, but because spending years in the service, especially combat, either makes you broke or strong. She was used to being treated like a woman, until rounds started coming, then she was just another rifle. Granted, she held three honors from Quantico and still held the record for combat-shooting pistol, womens, at the Bianchi Cup.
Remember, she called out as her boots pounded out the door, might have some spare gear in the front, but Im a troop. I can kick butt with the best of them.
With that she was out the door, just in time to hear Corporal Punishment start his tirade about her being late.
((MaDeuce intends to be more involved, but has some exercise to do. She is tough, but someone who will watch your back, no questions asked. Treat her like a lady, she will show you she isnt one, but performs like a machine under fire. She has two Purple Hearts and a Bronze Star, which she will not discuss, but might mention. A wicked scar on her right thigh, from hip to knee which will be seen in calisthenics, from Panama.))
Alan's smile became smaller as Sartain left. He aways smiled, noone know why and it tended to creep people out. He turned to Lord Raymond "Sorry again about the cut Raymond." His smile became alittle bigger. It was another reason the FBSPA thought he was insane, they said it was some sort of a mental defense, and they think I'm crazy.
Lord Raymond who was all to acustomed to being overly polite to women was very taken aback after what Satain had left. Realizing that Alan had aplogized again Lord Raymond said "Oh, thats all right Alan. I am just a little surprised at the way Sartain had acted. I shall have to remember not to patronize her in the future. Actually I feel bloody stupid right now."
Lord Raymond then turned to talk to some of the other reqruits but decided not to. He chose instead to go to a training room and practice before heading out to fight some crime.
Later, MaDeuce sat on the ground, back against one of the brick pillars that supported the breezeway roof. Scattered around her were various pieces of her equipment, and she methodically disassembled her gear. Inspecting each piece, she would either make a small adjustment, or leave it alone, but everything got the once over.
The faded BDU pants she wore would not pass inspection, but this was what she had for off-duty hours. The brown T-shirt had also seen batter days, but was clean and not tattered. Without her helmet, she resembled a woman a little more than in uniform, but her hair was still short.
A sweating can of soda was close at hand, and a couple half-eaten sandwiches on plastic wrap, to make up for the hurried meal earlier. Occassionally she would trim an errant string or frayed end from a web belt or strap with the scissors from her Victorinox Swiss Army knife.
When she came to her rifle, a roll of duck-cloth spread over the ground, stenciled with various shapes and circles. As she stripped the weapon, it was apparent the stencils matched parts. Her hands moved confidently and quickly, using a toothbrush and rag to clean and polish. The rattle from the can of "Break Free CLP" could be heard when she lubricated the working parts.
((Ma will carry on conversations without being quite as brusque now, she's off duty. She will talk about many things, but doesn't often chat about anything outside her opinions or military world. In other words, she doesn't watch TV or know what's playing at the movies. She is very easy to get along with, if you treat her like a soldier, and expect no feminine characteristics. She isn't mad at Raymond or Alan, was just in a hurry earlier.
Also, do not ask to hold Topper or touch the parts. A soldier would go naked at the South Pole rather than hand over their weapon. She also plays very good poker and Mum-le-peg.))
Alan considered fallowing Raymond, but he decided to go back to the table with Buck and the rest. He was sure the guy who had...he wasn't sure what he had done to himself, but anyone that could get themselves covered with soot had to be worth a laugh. He walked back over and placed his tray down and smiled. Maybe afterward I can get one of them interested into going to East Gate with me.
Dark Seiryu is kind of a Jerk. He thinks and knows he is a tough guy so he thinks he can act anyway he wants which is driving him to the villans side. Well you must be the new guy dark seiryu said as he was walking over to Lord Raymond. Being from such a royal family must be nice but to me u aint jack so as long as u dont cross me or touch my magic relics ill be nice. 
((Wow, I need to check this board at night if I want to keep up. Can't just post at work or I'll fall WAY behind. 
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While the other new heroes came in, the man in white and blue contentedly shovelled food into his mouth. He took impossibly large bites and looked vaguely like a hampster as he ate. Finally seeing a break in the conversation and taking a moment to see how nicely his costume had been cleaned by that little box, the man in white swallowed the mouthful of food he had taken. He fumbled with something at his side; it's hard to say what it was, because of the table. He smiled at Alan and pulled his goggles back over his eyes.
"Nice work with my costume.. I was worried I'd be in the laundromat all night. To answer your question, peruse this." With that he slapped down a copy of Scientific American. The cover picture showed a man that looked exactly like the man sitting across from Alan. He was standing in front of some large mass of machinery with meeters and dials spaced every where in the device. The caption said simply "Terry Renyolds and the Discovery of Infinium".
"I'm not sure how much superheroes follow the world of science, but my little discovery is what brought me her to Paragon City. Simply discovering a new element wasn't enough for me, I had to find a practical application. So with some handy do-dads and what were some containment gauntlets..." he hefts up the still sparking gloves to illustrate what he means, "I arrived here to show the world what Infinium is capable of. As such, I took the name..." With a quick leap, Terry sprung up onto his chair. One foot shook the table top as he posed, fists on his hips. "CAPTAIN INFINIUM!!" he shouted. Just as abruptly, Terry hopped down and started eating again as if nothing had happened.
((Apologies if I thanked the wrong person for my suit. I forgot who had done as I was posting this... ))
Ignorant of the scientific community Alan didn't fallow and as blunt and honest as ever "Sounds like a name from a cheese sci-fi movie." There was no sarcasm in his voice and apperantly unphased by Captains style of anouncement. He picked up an orange and with his index finger claw cut it and peeled the skin off. He ate a few peices "So..." looked around the table "Tenma, why did you come to the academy?"
"Infinium, eh? I've heard of it. I've actually been researching it to see if I can make special ammo out of it. Speaking of ammo, it looks like it's time for munitions training," as Buck mentioned the immenent training session, he lifted his gun. The monstrous mass of metal seemed to combine every form of gun imaginable. It had a machine gun, a shotgun, a rifle, a sniper rifle, a flamethrower, a grenade launcher, a flame accelerant spreader, a long-range missile system, and a beanbag launcher. The machine gun also came with a full auto setting. "Now for my belt. Batman's got nothin' on me," with that, he strapped on one of the most filled utility belts of all time. It had web grenades, sleep grenades, smoke bombs, a cloaking device, a remote control targetting drone, an all-purpose medical device, the same as was used on Captain Infinium, caltrops, trip mines, a device that would expand into an auto-turret, a time bomb, a freeze ray, and a taser. Also of note, Buck wore what seemed to be light body armor under his suit, protecting him from attacks. "Let's get on out to the field before Corporal Punishment yells at us. Oh, and you might want to duck when I get out there."
(OOC: On an unrelated note to Hermod, in RE4, when you find the crown (it's a treasure), don't sell until you've combined it with the crown jewel and royal insignia (if you combine the three, you get the Salazar family crown, which sells for $48k), just a little tip for later.)
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Lord Raymond had just walked in from a tough fight against some crey operatives when he was approached by Dark Seiryu (Sorry about the spelling) and was in no mood for someone to be telling him that his heritage meant nothing. This unfortunately was one of Lord Raymond's buttons.
"Pardon me sir, but I believe heritage means a lot and the fact that I am from the royal family does mean something. It means that I must stand up for the honor of my family and all England!" yelled Lord Raymond as he stood back and for the first time for anyone here to have seen presented his powers.
Raymond raised his hands in the air and the Earth began to tremble. Soon Lord Raymond had become coated with a combination of molten rock and solid stone and had conjured up three floating purple minerals that began floating around his head.
Removing his axe from off his back Lord Raymond said,"If I need not quarrel with you I would be greatly pleased but if a challenge is what you want then a challenge is what you will have!"
Lord Raymond squared off in preperation for an attack of any kind.
(OOC: I am not mad at anyone I am just in character.)
As they got up to go to munitions training he decided it was a good time to ask his fellow heroes "Any of you interested in going to East Gate after we're trough training for the day." He asked hopefully. Alan had an obsession for fighting gangs. In Corpral Punishments report on him, skipping over the part with the displineary problems, he had marked him as 'Most likely to replace Backalley Brawler'.
(OOC Note: Unrelated for Manofmanychars, way to late to tell me that. 
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Just then, both Dark Seiryu and Lord Raymond found web grenades around their feet, and themselves immobilized. "The last thing we need here is a fight, the Corporal will have both your butts mounted over his mantle if he catches you. If you want to fight, fight at the arena that just went up near here after our training's over. Since this isn't a real military installation, we can go out as long as our instruction is over. Now, let's get out to the firing range for munitions training so I can blow stuff up!" Buck Shott didn't seem too pleased at the developing confrontation, due to the fact that his finger was poised over the fire button of his LRM (note: the LRM is a heavy-damage, AOE, sniper attack, for those unfamiliar with munitions mastery. Also, the freeze ray is a hold, the sleep grenade is AOE sleep, i think, but it might be single target, and the body armor adds smashing and lethal resistance). His web grenades dissolved at about that time, allowing the others to move. "And I'd be glad to go to Eastgate."
(OOC: Buck's usually very calm and laid back, comes off as really goofy. But when he gets to use his weapons, he's a psycho, firing ay anything that moves within his sight radius. But, he actually hates violence, and would rather not fight anyone but villains. He's also a cat person, and keeps one in his dorm room. Also, his rifle (not the sniper one) is used for slug, the machine gun= burst, the shotgun= buckshot (his favorite move), freeze ray= cryo ray (munitions mastery), flame accelerant= ignite, all-purpose medical device= the entire medicine power pool, and smoke bomb= smoke grenade. If you need to know what item=what power besides those, PM me. Unrelated for hermod, also, for replay games, the beerstein can be combined with three catseye gems found in a nest near the house Luis Sera is first held in, the graveyard after solving a puzzle (note the symbols on the double tombstones, and light only them up when you find the puzzle), and the third one, I don't know. Also, under the castle, while fighting Novistadors (the invisible things), kill them until you recieve three different color gems (red, green, and blue), and insert them into the butterfly lamp. There's more, but you should just get the guide from... I think it was Bradygames. It's an inch or so thick, and full of info on the treasure, and secret features (including the .50 caliber magnum of infinite ammo, the .45 Thompson machine gun of infinite ammo, and the INFINITE ROCKET LAUNCHER!) I got it free for buying RE4 at Best Buy during this week.)
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Alan smile increased, Yes, I can leave the grounds. He looked at Lord Raymond and Dark Seiryu, never one to judge "You two interested in going to East Gate after Practices?" He was planning the route mentaly already. Then he realised he hadn't seen Dark Seiryu before and decided to introduce himself. "Hello, I haven't seen you around before, I'm Mended Ribs or Alan if you like, you are?" He asked cheerfully.
(OOC Note: Alan isn't allowed to leave unescorted because of his questionable mental state. That doesn't mean he won't though, very little can keep him away from the gangs of Paragon City.)
(OOC: This is an RP about the Hero 1 Memorial Hero Training Facility, in Galaxy City. If you join, you must play a cadet learning the tricks of the trade. You may have any origin or powers, but no matter how good you are, you MUST have a deep-rooted personality disorder. Anything, from stuck up to WAY too orderly to just being a slacker. Alternatively, your character could be normal, but be inept/ have bad luck. Hope to see some people here when I come back to post. Oh, right almost forgot, you need to PM me with a small briefing about the basics of your character, and keeping secrets is allowed, as is revealing some of it to not be true, because I like surprises as much as the next guy. But I digress, here's the intro.)
This is the Hero 1 Memorial Hero Training Facility, located in Galaxy City. Here, heroes train their powers to become as strong as they can be. Some were provided with weaponry or martial arts training, while others came seeking to master their abilities. Nobody is turned away, even if they happen to be inherently evil but doing the hero thing out of convenience. It is here that we meet the drill instructor, Corporal Punishment, talking with one of the new recruits, Buck Shott. "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE PANSY! I DON'T KNOW OR CARE WHERE YOU GOT ALL THEM GUNS, BUT HERE, WE DO NOT USE M30 GRENADES ON THE MESS HALL!!! ARE WE CLEAR, MAGGOT!?" "Y-yes, sir. "I CANNOT HEAR YOU!!!" "Sir, yes, sir!" "That's better, now GIVE ME 50 PUSH-UPS!" he did so, resisting the urge to wet his pants.
(OOC: And that's why we don't anger the Corporal. Unless you want to see what happens when he really gets mad... although I'm thinking of making it comical.)
[B]The Once and Future Official Minister of Awesome[/B]
[I]And don't you forget it.[/I]
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