Reverend Ghost used the slight confusion amongst the police and Father McMahon to his advantage. Removing a small Cross from his pocket, he began to quietly recite a prayer.
...In the name of the Lord our God, let thy children move with Blessed speed. Ghost threw the Cross onto the floor, where it erupted into a Cross-shaped white light. By the time the police turned their attention to him, Reverend Ghost had disappeared into the light, the silhouette of the Cross remaining for a few more seconds before fading into nothingness.
Several miles away, a large, black helicopter rode silently throughout the night sky, the symbol of the Cross embroidered along the side of the helicopter in gold.
Approaching Rockwell... ETA 15 minutes. The captains voice crackled through the helicopter.
In the Name of God and the Holy Catholic Church, those who disobey the Will of God shall be cast into the depths of Hell forevermore. Amen. A young mans voice could be heard inside the helicopter; he was one several others who called themselves The Children of God.
Justine sat up suddenly in her mothers bed, instinctively checking the time on the clock; it was still the middle of the night, not quite morning yet. Looking around the room, she observed her mother sleeping peacefully in bed. Smiling, she wrapped the beds blanket around her mothers shoulders, then made her way out of her mothers room. As Justine walked down the hallway towards her room, she shivered slightly, wrapping her arms across her body.
Its colder than usual tonight... Justine sighed.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
"Gyah!" the SWAT members threw their hands in front of their visors to cover their eyes from the sudden blast of light. At the very least, the darkened visors allowed them to see right after the light had dissipated again.
"Damn it!" the Grenadier swore, turning a hateful gaze towards the holy man on the floor, "Alright, you want diplomacy, I'll give you diplomacy!"
He put a finger to his comm. and promptly requested the Chief call in the one known as Mr. D.
This was another advantage to Tharomar E. running just about everything in Rockwell...
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The suit didn't wait, lifting its foot as soon as the suicide bomber gurgled his last words.
And as the mercenary saw it coming, he promptly let off the bomb.
Not a second too soon - the massive metal foot rammed into the corpse-bomb with the force of a missile, sending the whole package sky-high...and the field knife with it.
Roughly a hundred meters in the air, the bomb detonated harmlessly...
((I hereby declare that Essex is not the only one who has been used as a ball! 
))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((*The ref holds up both arms*))
((ROFL!!!!
Darnit!
I soooo wanted to PWN Devious for the first time.
Oh well.
*calls up Reikoff*
"I need you to do me a favor."
"No."
"But you'd get to PWN them!"
"Shutup."
"but-"
"I'm busy killing Essex, shut up!"))
((Dude, nobody can pwn Devious... it's right there in his name! It's practically a declaration of "I Win" In fact, now that I think of it, doesn't Devious play Schwarzherz AND Acid in FF? Freakin brilliant, cause either way he wins. 
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"Damn it!" the Grenadier swore, turning a hateful gaze towards the holy man on the floor, "Alright, you want diplomacy, I'll give you diplomacy!"
He put a finger to his comm. and promptly requested the Chief call in the one known as Mr. D.
This was another advantage to Tharomar E. running just about everything in Rockwell...
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(OOC: McMahon is still standing.)
"I see," McMahon said, replacing his I.D. into his coat, "Then I have no choice but to 'defend' myself, as you surely intend me harm."
Once again a large number of cross-shaped daggers flew from McMahon's arms towards the throats of the S.W.A.T. team.
"Go home Vanessa," Clarence took steps down to the sidewalk from the building.
"Ok..." Vanessa quietly replied.
"McCourd," Clarence continued, "its actually you I wanted to speak with. Perhaps we can go somewhere a bit quieter. The bottom level, perhaps, " his voice sounded of suggestion, but it was the raise in his eyebrow that gave Ethan the impression that there wasn't much choice in the matter.
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"Are you serious? You set off stink bombs in the vents?"
"You should have seen me Trav. It was so cool," the excitement in the girls voice was evident.
"Alex, you have got to calm that crap down," frustration melded with Travis' words.
Travis and his younger sister, Alexandria were driving home from the parent-teacher conference at the school that afternoon. It was the third one this month.
"Whatever," Alexandria folded her arms and sunk a little lower in the car seat.
The rest of the ride home was in silence. Travis continued to think about what the teacher had said and Alex thought about how the last person on earth she thought would be there for her, finally seemed against her.
Alexandria Wester, was eight years old the first time she set fire to a house. The stove had been left on and the red eye was more appealing to her than any doll. She grabbed a chair and placed her hand over the top of the eye to test the heat. it only fueled her curiosity as she watched every object she placed onto the eye melt or burn to a crisp. One of the last materials she used, paper towels, burned and broke apart into small pieces that floated in the air. She grabbed the dish towel and swiped at the black pieces, but it was to no avail. Alex simply shrugged and threw the towel onto the counter behind her as she left the kitchen.
It took almost three minutes to realize something didn't smell right. Thirty seconds later and the damage was already done. Alex had no qualms about losing the house, her toys, her clothes or anything that belonged to her.
She got to see a fireworks display unlike any other she'd ever seen. And that, more than anything, was the stuff her dreams were made of.
Destruction.
Home again, Travis unlocked the door and had barely opened it before the 4' 10", dark brown pigtailed girl rushed up the stairs of their townhome. Her feet were moving so fast, she nearly slipped and fell , but caught herself at the last minute. The next thing Travis heard was a door slam.
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"Hey, Walt I gotta go. Thanks for the talk though," he moved backwards toward the elevator as he spoke, "we'll have to have some lunch sometime and get you a swimsuit calendar or something for that office space of yours," the words got louder the farther away he got.
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"Um... yeah," Walter called in return, the fine art of the witty comeback once again escaping him. Finishing up for the day, Walter packed up his things and headed out.
He took the root he always did. Stopping by the small 7/11 to grab something for dinner (frozen pizza this time) and caught the train to Prosperity. His apartment building wasn't much to look at, but it was, of course, respectable. There were worse parts of town to live in. There were better ones too though.
Walter climbed the stairs to his floor, unlocking his door after dropping the keys once. Once inside he popped his dinner in the oven and flopped down on the old couch, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. Walter's apartment was much like his cubicle, sparsely decorated with mostly just the essential objects to maintain functionality. There were some family photos laying around; parents long dead, a sister out of touch for more years than he cared to count.
A sound brought Walter's head up. It was soft. Almost too soft to hear, but he was sure he'd heard something. Straining his ears for awhile he managed to catch it again. It seemed to be coming from the ventilation ducts. A scratching sound, like the tiny claws of a rat or squirrel scraping on the metal surface of the vents.
Walter sat stalk still for several minutes, listening to the soft scratches, his mind nervously going through as many explanations as it could as to what they were. Finally they faded away and Walter was left in silence once more until the ding of the oven timer made him jump. He'd have to say something to the Super. After all, it seemed like they had rats in the building. Yeah, it HAD to be rats.
((No one can beat Devious?
*plots*
I've figured out a way, but I won't impliment it in GoCC or FF unless 100% necessary.
That said, Devious better make sure he KILLS my neutral guys in both fights if he doesn't wanna get killed.))
((DV,
To quote a certain someone...
I'm sure he's shaking in his boots. Not.
))
Japancakes.
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((I love that quote.
But yeah I was just blowing off steam. I've got a plan but I know Devious well enough to know that it won't work.
*hides under tablecloth*
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((I love that quote.
But yeah I was just blowing off steam. I've got a plan but I know Devious well enough to know that it won't work.
*hides under tablecloth*
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(OOC: Meanwhile aboard the Interstellar Spaceship Hokeyname, a funny man in a beret and a large handlebar mustache sits in the captain's chair surrounded on all sides by his catgirl army.
"Captain, we've detected the Tablecloth-nyo, shall we fire-nyo?"
"YES! WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!")
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((DV,
To quote a certain someone...
I'm sure he's shaking in his boots. Not.
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((MWAHAHAHAHA. ))
((*Sigh* I come home from work and BAM... another 27 posts in 12 hours. I can't keep up with this posting rate so I may have to leave the thread. I am sorry but I tried.))
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"McCourd," Clarence continued, "its actually you I wanted to speak with. Perhaps we can go somewhere a bit quieter. The bottom level, perhaps, " his voice sounded of suggestion, but it was the raise in his eyebrow that gave Ethan the impression that there wasn't much choice in the matter.
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Dr. McCourd narrowed his eyes, "Why not go up to your office? It's more private there. With the cameras and all down in R&D, wouldn't you be worried about people listening in to our conversation?"
He shut the door to his car, and walked over to the barricade. He placed his right hand on it, and hurdled the barrier. He was surprisingly nimble for a desk jockey. He placed his hands in his pockets and watched Clarence carefully, giving his glasses a slight adjustment.
((Well hopefully, the random violence dies down and we can get to actual 'drama' and not deteriorate the thread into fight after fight.))
Pinnacle
Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
((As I pointed out to some in PM's, I will reiterate publicly - this is not a battle thread. This is not the place for ambushes and attacks and crazy alien abductions. There are plenty of those threads surrounding this one. And good ones might I add. This is just not really the place. Now, I understand there will be a little skirmish here and there, but nothing crazy. This is about the writer and being able to develop the character versus the power. Then, with the discovery of this power, we can watch the developments of how one chooses to live with that newfound responsibility and going good or bad. Think your daily soaps (but with better material) meet Marvel: Beginnings (if there was such a thing).
I'll open it up for powers around New Year's Eve/New Years during a planned event at the T.E. Ball that will probably require some usage for some of you to come out of it alive. Those who have made small inclinations as to what you can possibly do - thats fine. Don't give away too much tho. Try to wait untill the "New Year". Alrighty then.
In other news, we're going to have tonights RP day (after the attack... "what kind of evening does your character have normally) and then another full day. After the end of that day, we will forward to Christmas Eve. So be thinking about where your character might be and might be doing over the next few days in case you need to recap in a post. Don't forget to PM those that you write with often for coordination. Less confusion that way. Any questions, feel free to send a PM.
-Nin))
((Agreed.))
The suit of powered armor hissed as it sank down, taking a knee, a cloud of steamy mist discharging from a few valves before the chest armor split apart, opening the pilot hatch.
"Bad business." Tharomar huffed as he climbed out of the suit, careful not to upent any of his bruised body parts he had received when his chai had decided it was suddenly an airplane.
"Do take care of this." he saked the mercenary to stow the suit away again, then guided his steps to his car.
Quite the eventful day, though not in an unsatisfying way...
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The SWAT officers swore ravenously, taking cover from the suddenly attacking holy man.
Geez, this guy didn't even know Mr. D, what the hell was he getting so worked up about?
Grenade launchers echoed as the Grenadier deployed a smoke grenade, then the Ghosts followed up with flashbangs, finally follwed by quite a few tear gas grenades detonating.
After all, they didn't want to hurt the man...yet...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((In the interest of wrapping up the night...
...Oh, and an OOC note. This morning on the way to work I almost got run off the road. Maybe the world's trying to tell me something? ))
Having rushed Jack into the emergency room, Penny collapsed on one of the waiting chairs.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. The adrenalin of the night had built up from the meeting on, and now it crashed down around her. Penny was utterly exhausted.
Her head tipped back against the wall, her eyes flittering to a close behind her cracked glasses. It was an odd sight, the little twenty-something leaned back, asleep, in the chair, in her dusty suit, torn stockings, and black eye with no shoes on. The tie of her hair had broken, and the long chestnut waves curled down over her shoulders messily.
It looked like she would be spending the night in the hospital...
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
Ernesto handed Jack over to the emergency staff, and then made a beeline for the men's room. He turned the water on full blast, both hot and cold, and tried like mad to clean the blood off his hands.
He pumped the soap dispenser several times before figuring it was empty. Insinctively, he wiped his hands on his legs and headed for the supply closet. It took a moment of staring at the door to realize he didn't have the key for it. Ernesto headed back to the faucet, rubbing his hands together for all he was worth.
Eventually he was acceptably clean, though his one-armed coverall made him look like a butcher, or maybe a psycho. He walked back out into the lobby. Going straight to the hot drinks dispenser he fished around in his pockets for some change, eventually finding enough to get coffee for himself, Milly, and Penny.
He balanced the three cups in his hands and walked out into the waiting room, it only took a second to spot Penny, and headed for her. The nurse behind the glass spotted Ernesto and called him over.
"Si?"
She slid him a clipboard with a pen tied to it.
"You need to get these filled out for us, so we can best help your friend."
"Ok," Ernesto said, switching the cups of hot coffee around in his hands so he could pick up the clipboard too. He turned and headed back to Penny and Milly.
He bent down low at the nearest end-table, pushing aside magazines and carefully redistributing everything in his hands.
"Café?" he offered them.
It seemed as though they had both fallen asleep.
Ernesto shrugged. He was used to being up at night. He took one cup of coffee, sipped it, set it down and picked up the clipboard. He looked over the form with a sigh. It was long and complicated, and he didn't know a lot of the words on it.
Name of Patient:
"Name...?" he puzzled for a moment before snapping his fingers in comprehension. "Esta es Nombré!" He quickly scrawled: Ernesto Xavier san Marcos Jimenez
He immediately knew he had made a mistake. The hospital would need to know about Jack, not him! He scribbled out his name and above it wrote: Jack
...
What was Jack's last name?
Ernesto sighed again. It was going to be a long night.
Penny's even breathing was all that answered Ernesto.
She was dreaming of the mystery man...
Japancakes.
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(OOC: The priest is a catalyst btw...don't expect him to stick around much longer.)
The tear gas was a minor inconvenience. It actually worked in the complete opposite way the S.W.A.T. team intended.
"My my my, you'll surely be reprimanded for using such tactics in a hospital," he said, throwing his voice as he made his way for the staircase to the second floor.
There weren't any gurneys on the staircases, of course, so his way was unimpeded. Just to be sure, he closed the door behind him and jammed it shut.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor. His information had been...convenient. A nurse had been spotted at the 'scene of the crime' the day before, and his superiors merely put two and two together and looked for any suspicious patients that were on her schedule. Add to that they had traced the IP address when she had accessed the insurance company's website.
His target was almost in his sights, as he kicked open the second floor door and set his eyes upon room 2-14...
Milly twitched awake at Ernesto's voice and looked around in post-sleep confusion before remembering anything the janitor had said. Mummbling what might be concidered 'thanks' if one listened carefully and was being generous, she leaned forward.
She really wasn't a big coffee drinker, though her mother probibly had twenty percent of it in her blood stream at all times. Still, after her day she really wanted something, and refusing it after Mr. Jimenez had already bought it would be rude. She winced at the strong taste, before setting it down.
Maybe it'll be better after it cools a little...
She looked over at her friends, Miss Penny was asleep in what had to be an uncomfortible position, or at least promised to give her a sore neck in the morning. Mr. Jimenez was writing something on a clipboard and looking a bit confused.
She slipped off the chair and tried to guide Miss Penny into a laying position on the couch. An odd impulse hit her and she sat by the woman's head and began to brush and braid her hair.
"What's that Mr Jimenez?" She asked quietly.
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Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
"Oh, you are awake," Ernesto said with a smile. He showed Milly the hospital admission form he had been trying to fill out, and the embarassingly small amount of progress he'd made.
"Is for señor Jack, but I don't know most of them."
Indeed, all he had filled out was 'Jack' for the name above a large scribble, 'Tharomar' as place of employment, 'Señor Tharomar' as insurance carrier, and the phone number of the building (with janitors office extension) for the daytime phone number.
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Soon, the group had pulled into the hospital, Penny screeching into the Emergency Room bay.
"Ernesto, get him outta my car!" she said with a nod. "I'll be in in a moment to get the paperwork for 'im. I mean, I do it all day, why the hell not do it at night too?"
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"Ok," he said, practically teleporting out of the car for how quickly he was out once it stopped. He jogged to the far side and helped Jack up and out, half carrying the wounded man, making sure to support him on the un-shot side.
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He coughed as Ernesto grabbed him.
"Gracias again Ernesto, you were the real hero amigo."
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The janitor smiled and shook his head.
"No, señor," he said amicably, "I did nothing special. Miss Penny drives and Miss Milly set the bandage right."
Just then Ernesto finally noticed the blood all over his hands, arms and chest. He tried rather hard to wipe the blood off his free hand onto the leg of his one-armed coverall