27March2008 (This is the date that I typed this, not the date in the story.)
Tommy Griver
About twenty minutes later, I walked to my room wondering where to start scrying first. For obvious reason, Talos Island was the first place I though of. He like to go there and beat the crap out of the Tsoo. Though he could be in the sewers again, but he didn't like going down there much because there wasn't much atmosphere he could control. Independence Port would be a place to look to; Terry liked to make it rain there when he felt depressed. There were so many places to check, but I couldn't look everywhere all...
"Ahh!" I yelled. My familiar, Quasi, materialized in front of me and I bumped into him and fell over.
"Hellow Maister." He said in his attempted English. He tried so hard, but he could never speak it properly. He could understand it very well fortunately enough.
"Don't ever do that again, Quasi," I started, "But it is a good thing that you're here. I need your help. I need you to go to the highest point in Independence Port and look for Terry. He's missing. If he's not there, telepathically link with me and tell me and I'll give you further instruction from there."
"Yesh Maister," He said. He started the spell for teleportation that he learned from his 'father'. I wasn't to sure what he called his parents, or even if he had parents. I made a mental note to remember to ask him.
It was getting late. "Cebolualcetu meryar sutulufe." My stuff for school in the morning collected itself in the direction that I pointed. That was a lovely spell to have when I get exhausted.
Tommorrow I'll get up. Tommorrow I'll do PT with the NCOIC [Non-Commissioned Officer In Charge or Enlisted Personel]. Tommorrow, I'll see her.
(OOC: Welcome to the game Timothy. Hope you enjoy these Forums)
A man dressed in full battle fatigues, helmet, backpack, and all the other standard paraphenalia of a soldier. He walked up to the receptionist of the place, removed his helmet out of respect and said, "Excuse me ma'am. My name is Master Seargent D. Blum and I am looking for the Griver clan. Can you help me?"
Pic of MSGT D Blum
(Thank you. I'm glad that someone replied.)
28 March 2008
Timothy Griver
I wonder what we will be doing tommorrow with the NCOIC? It could be bad. It could be just a game of Football. Maybe there'll be something going on in the morning and I can get out!
Oh crap. Terry. He's still not in. I wonder if Tommy ever got the energy back to scry for him.
Tommy Griver
Thinking about her is always a pleasure.
Maister. Quasi said to me telepathically.
Yes Quasi. Is he there? I asked.
Yoush meight whant toh lok atch chis. He said to me. That meant that there was something there.
Is it entirely important that I be there... There was someone at the door, knocking kind of hard. Who could that be?
Msgt. Blum waited patiently for the receptionist to contact someone of the Grivers, the coming mission was far to important for just one man. The Sarge adjusted his double bandoliers that he so cherished. He polished up the right bandolier which had beautiful .50 caliber specialized bullets made just to damage metahumans. The other bandolier held grandes and specialized ammunition for the massive rifle holstered on his back.
The Sarge looked like a well weathered veteran of conflict. What missions must he have seen? What tribulations and trials must he have faced? What mission could there possibly be out there that he would ask the help of the Grivers?
Tommy Griver
I walked to the door, shortly followed by Timothy, and opened it to find the receptionist.
"Hello Mrs. Dorris. Can I help you with something?" I asked.
"It's 'May I'. Not 'Can I'." Timothy corrected. He was always the grammar freak.
The reseptionist asked for the two of them to follow her. She didn't want to wake the others, but little did she know that they were out looking for Terry.
TJ Griver
I hate this building. I had no luck finding Terry. I hate that plant. I looked in the sewers. I hate those windows. I looked on Talos Island. I...
"TJ Griver?" A man in a military uniformed asked me.
"Who wants to know?" I asked. I wasn't in the best of moods. Right after I asked, Timothy and Tommy showed up with the receptionist. Go figure they'd be together. It's like they're twins, but they're almost a year apart.
"And you must be Timothy and Tommy. Where is Toby and Terry?" The man asked.
"How did you know who we are?" Timothy asked.
The man in the fatigues saluted to the men and replied, "The name is Master Seargeant D. Blum, and I come on a mission from our own government that your well known skills may be required. Interested?" The look on the Sarge's face was serious and disciplined; in fact, his very body language spoke volumes to the message he was giving.
He waited patiently for their answer.
(Sorry. I haven't had time to write anything lately. I'll have something tomorrow.)
1 April 2008
Timothy Griver
Obviously I don't trust this guy, and I have no idea why Tommy does, but I trust Tommy's decision.
"Let's go upstairs and discuss things that others shouldn't hear." I said.
When we all got up there, Tommy cast a simple silencing spell so prying ears, Mrs. Dorris, couldn't hear. She was a nosy attendant.
"What exactly are the details of this mission Sergeant?" I asked.
The Sarge's face was quite serious in expression. He got closer to the men and said, "Listen, recently some very powerful people have looked into why Arachnos has made so many infiltrations into Paragon City; especially in Faultline! We have insiders, double dealers if you will, giving them info and logistics." He came in closer and continued, "Until recently we had no idea where the main gate of this activity was coming from, that is, until some hero operatives found the main lair of these double agents. They lost their lives in finding the place, but we have enough information to work with. This mission then is to take out this lair of activity with military precision, and you guys were high on the list to be asked to help me do the job. Are you interested?"
The Sarge rubbed his chin and sat back awaiting their answer.
7 April 2008
Tommy Griver
Finally!! Something exciting! This is sure to get her notice. Wait...what time it is? Wow. It's already almost Midnight. I am so going to do this. But of course...my brother will answer for us like he always does. He's not a bad leader.
Timothy Griver
"We will have to wait for our other two brothers to get here." I told him. I still don't trust him. Why would we be that high on the list to get a mission like this from the government? Because we're heroes enrolled in the ROTC at a university? There are thousands of heroes in this city and they pick us? But his could also work the other way around: if he's out to get us, why us? What importance could we be?
Tommy. I mentally said, Can you get into his head? I need to know some stuff.
I don't know. Military people are always the hardest to get into. They are the most subborn people in the world. He told me back.
I'll leave him to that. But first, "So Sergeant, while we wait on my brothers, is there anything else you would like to tell us?"
Timothy Griver
But before he could answer, the door to my room burst open with Terry standing there in a hunched over position with blood dripping down from his head and other areas of the body. Mrs. Dorris was down the hallway silently screaming. It was obvious that she had nothing to do with his condition.
"They know we're here," He said, talking to the Sergeant.
"You know him?" I asked.
"Yes. He came to me and gave me the details of the mission I'm sure he just told you about. I went to do a little investigation and got caught..."
"Mrs. Dorris, will you go make some tea please. For Terry. He looks like he had a rough afternoon."
She hobbled down the stairs to the Kitchen. Terry collapsed on the ground and Tommy quickly cast a spell to lift him and place him on the couch. With the condition he's in, it almost seemed like there was more than just him there. It was as if something was in him and he didn't know about it, or did and Terry wasn't in control.
"What's my name?" I asked. He answered correctly.
Tommy, already caught up due to our mental link, asked, "What kind of spells do I intend on specializing in?" Again he answered correctly. These of course are questions that everyone in the hero community that knows us knows.
Now for the hard questions. I told Tommy.
"What is our father's name?" Correct answer. "What's my favorite colour?" Correct answer again. "Where was our mother located three weeks ago? In the Bahamas or England?" Again the correct answer. This was indeed Terry, or a clever psychic.
There is no end to my paranoia.
Tommy Griver
Terry looked bad, but I needed to know if it was him before I started to heal him.
This is either him or a really good psychic. I got the message.
I went over to Terry and precided to use the medical kit I had kept with me and in no time, he was patched up.
"What happened?" I asked.
The seargeant quickly stood up and looked out the door and out the windows. "They may have followed us here. There is much danger in this assignment gentlemen. If you want a piece of this action and if your government believes in your services, then we best be mindful and careful. We need to be ready to move soon because if they followed us here, then everyone in this place would be in danger..."
Tommy Griver
My first thought went to the girl of my dreams. Her blond hair and blue eyes. And her blood on the floor.
"I'm ready."
Timothy Griver
"I agree. Let's go. Where are we headed first Sergeant?"
(Hey everyone. The Griver's are a family of five brothers who all have powers and are students at Steel Canyon University and have apartments next to each other along with everyone else on that floor. Everyone feel free to add what ever you think should happen. I'll try my best to add something everyday, but I can't promise anything. All I ask is that the characters Timothy and Tommy Griver be written from my point of view. Every other brother can be written from other's views. I use alot of military gargan. The word within the [] are what the gargan stands for. Thank you.)
Timothy Griver
Ok. This time he's done it. Toby took the last apple.
"Toby!" I yelled across the apartment, which wasn't in the best of conditions, "I need to fix that," I said to myself.
"He's not here," Tommy said, walking in. He looked like he had just been out doing PT [Physical Training].
"What happened to you?" I asked, closing the refrigerator. He also had a worried look on his face.
"There's a new magic villian escaped from Zig in the Rouge Islands. He's calling himself 'The Lord of the 9th Hell'. According to what I learned from my scrying," That's why he looked like that; scrying took alot out of him because it isn't his specialty though he was working on making it one, "he controls fire and ice. This one could be difficult for me to handle by myself."
"You know I'll help you." I told him, which is when TJ walked in with his suit of armor on.
"And that is why you two should just get married." He said.
"What do you want TJ?" Tommy asked annoyed.
"Terry's missing. Any idea where he might be?"
"Probably with Toby. Haven't seen him in hours, but with his training, that's not surprising." I said.
"He's not with Toby. I just called Toby a couple of minutes ago; he was out looking for him." TJ started to look worried. Even though his body temperature was lowered because of the suit, he was starting to sweat.
"I can't go scry for him anytime soon," Tommy said, unfortunately, "But when I get the energy back, I'll go do that. I'm sure he's just out fighting the Zombies like always."
(Just to clarify, Toby is a Natural Broad Sword/Will Power Scrapper and the oldest brother. TJ is an Technology Ice/Ice Tanker and the second oldest brother. Terry is a Science Storm Summoner/Electric Defender and the middle child. Tommy is a Magic Fire/Fire Blaster and the second youngest. Timothy is the youngest and a Mutant Earth/Kinetics Controller.)