((Thought I'd post this here as well as in sibling rivalry just so it's easier to find))
Saria stirred from her unconscious state, her head still throbbed slightly from the intense amount of psychic energy she unleashed a few days prior to her capture.
She tried to rub her forehead, then panicked realising her hands were held above her in some sort of brass device. She screamed more angry than afraid.
A large metal door opened in the left of the room.
Ah, finally, your awake Said the tall figure who had just entered the room
Yes Im bloody awake! Saria snapped in a fit of anger.
Now, what did I say about that attitude?
carry on and that pretty face will go back, not so pretty The man mused while surveying Saria in the machine.
So
what is it you want with me? Saria asked calmly
You have
abilities we need to use for our means. He said as he turned and twitched his now visible tail.
And what are your means? Saria asked starting to get angry again
Now
where would be the fun in telling you? The man smirked and headed for the door.
Saria glared at the door causing it to slam shut in his face
Answer me, properly, or your going through the roof Saria demanded calmly
And as I said
any more attitude
and Ill take your face off, now, go back to sleep Rip Fang grinned as Saria looked at her arm in terror realising that tranquillisers had been, being pumped into her since he entered the room.
She ripped the needle out telekinetically but too little too late, she felt herself falling unconscious again
No
cant
go
n
Sarias head dropped forward into an unconscious state.
Thats a good girl Rip fang opened the door and left the room.
((Post easter/level to 50/loads of uni work update.))
Paragon City: Sarahs secret base/home
Sarah sat in the small circle of light provided by the black and white TV screen, she didnt need light to see her machine eye was capable of night vision in addition to infra red and other spectrums.
She was worried, she sat not paying attention to the comedy playing on the small TV screen. As the prime time comedy about the zany antics of a Warrior gang member and a Freakshow tank who for some reason were forced to share an apartment she went over her memories again.
And again nothing their were several gaps in her memory points where she couldnt remember anything at all, even the machine side of her brain couldnt clue her in on what happened during those periods of black out.
A buzzing echoed over the through the disused water treatment plant and then a brief blast of operatic music.
I dont remember having a phone Sarah thought as her computer side targeted the location of the sound
Crossing the room she found hidden among a bunch of boxes a small matt black cell phone. Opening it she placed it to her ear.
Wagner Die Walküre a voice on the other end spoke.
Sarahs eye lost focus and she would of fallen over as her mind went to sleep if not for balance abilities provided by her enhancements.
Time to wake up dear child. There is work to be done. The voice said again
Life filled Sarahs eye and she stood up but something was different, normally her shoulders were slumped and she would look round constantly for threats, but now she was practically bouncing on the spot, she seemed tense like a coiled spring or a puppy excited about going on a walk.
Im here father what do you want me to do? even her voice had changed lost its dull edge
Equipment and your mission has been placed at location seven the voice spoke before hanging up.
Sarah smiled and ran, out of her base and through the streets pausing only long enough to pick up her long coat, while she looked just like a normal kid running around and having fun however through her mind data was flowing, city maps, location and view angles of cameras, normal patrol patterns and routes of law enforcement these she skirted the edge of moving through the city but never registering digitally.
She arrived eventually at a small news agents and made a pretence of looking at comics on the news racks, after a short time the other customer had left.
Walking up to the counter she looked up into the face of the store owner allowing him to see into the hood of her coat and her glowing cybernetic eye.
And what can I get you little girl? he asked raising an eyebrow.
An apple pop. You just cant beat the liquid center she said stressing the word center
He nodded pressed a button under the counter and gestured to the door behind him. Walking into the room she found it to an elevator.
The doors closed behind her and the room descended several floors. The doors opened and she entered a safe house belonging to the Council. A bed stood in the center of the room, another room led of from it a brief shot of sonar revealed it to be a bathroom. On the bed lay a metal case.
Sarah opened the case and took out a brown paper envelope. Below it in the case there was selection of matt black clothing and mid length blade. Sarah opened the envelope and read through the information rapidly her computer mind directly feeding off of the information as it entered her cybernetic eye.
Tom Wilkinson formally a member of the Councils tech team turned traitor and now states witness.
The plan was simple a visible would attack one a target nearby , Longbow would of course move him. But to avoid drawing attention that they had him it would be a small force. Her mission was to intercept him and his bodyguards.
She undressed and redressed in the matt black clothing, though flexible it was slightly stiff evidencing some form of armouring.
[Kevelar Weave] the machine part of her mind evaluated.
Tucking the blade into her sleeve she headed towards the place her tactical components had decided was the best for an ambush. Her machine mind opened and started filtering through broadcast transmissions, longbow, PPD and the ones used by criminal groups.
She relaxed her muscles and felt parts of her enhancements down shift to preserve power. Hours passed as she weighted on a rooftop in the shadow of a chimney. Her eye opened as she intercepted a transmission
Confirmed Council activities in sector twelve. They dont appear to be after Mr Wilkinson but wed better move him to the second location to be on the safe side
Machine prepared for action, enhancements consuming more power gears moving faster and faster.
Below her a door opened and two men in trench coats stepped out behind them a smaller man with greying hair followed them.
Sarah threw her self off the building top, using her right arm she grabbed the wall breaking her fall speed keeping it to an acceptable level.
One of the men looked up as he heard metal striking brick, he did so just in time to see hard metal fill his vision as Sarah planted her feet in his face. The impact sent him to the floor as he fell Sarah stepped off of his and lashed out with her blade it took the second Longbow agent in the throat. His emergency mediport fired and took him away. As she hit the floor Sarah activated a device in her clothing blocking teleport technology in the area.
What? Tom Wilkinson was pale shaking at the sight hed barely been able to catch
The Council will not allow traitors Sarah said as she turned and drove her blade into his heart. Blood splattered across her face as she pulled the blade away.
She returned to the safe house showered and changed.
Back home she picked up the phone and dialled a number.
As the phone rang she addressed the machine side of her mind.
Sigma erase logged files for to days actions
[Understood: Erasing Log Files]
Good work my daughter you have made father happy today the voice on the other side of the phone said.
Sarah smiled eye sparkling with happiness.
Sleep my precious daughter, when you wake up youll be some one else
The Rogue Islands
OOC: Mainly towards Raven_Deathstorm
Tiny, invisible to the naked eye the machines crawled over the wall billions of them each a tiny marvel of technology.
The room had been stripped bare, its occupant had shown powerful telekinetic powers both in the battle to subdue her and in several displays of bad temper towards her captors.
Silently the tiny machines formed a lattice and projected energy between them, flickering a image formed on the wall projected by a billion little emitters.
A figure formed on the screen a little girl probably no older than eleven, her face covered in faint white scars, silver hair un-brushed partially covering a lens like device that seemed to be a replacement for her right eye. Her left eye a pale blue, no soul or life seemed to shine in its depths, a dolls eyes made in flesh.
The child spoke each word clipped precise giving her words a feeling of maturity that didnt match the doll like exterior.
Target: Psionic Female: This Unit Would Discuss The: Nature Of Your Incarceration
Mankind: Suffering: A Cancer
This Cancer: Designated: Society
Society: Exists: To Protect The Weak. The Weak: Should Not Live: This Is Natural Order
However: Society : Protects The Weak By Enslaving The Strong.
Society: Chains The Strong: Teaches Them That Strength Not Used For Societies : Benefit : Wrong: Evil
Yet: Even This Is Not Enough: Society : Send Slaves To Tear Down: Those Who Have Seen The Truth
It Preaches : The Sanctity Of Free Will: Yet Removes This From The Strong
But You Target: Have The Chance To Help Us: Free Ourselves From Societies Chains: Your Situation Will Improve Should You Willingly Help Us
If You Do Not:
Many Things Constructed On : Blood: Innocents
The picture breaks up as the tiny machines crawl away.
Arachnos Base: Nerva Archipalago
OOC: Mainly towards the Dusk Spiders
Around a table sat several figures dressed in white armour across the table was spread tons of papers and printouts. The printouts were all of a large seemingly armoured figure.
So do we actually know what it is? Or What it wanted from that place? the figure at the head of the table said
Well we know that its called Battle Unit Omega and its a robot of unknown origin a different armoured figure spoke up and leafed through some of the papers
Unknown construction method. We encountered several of them last year where it appeared to be taking genetic samples it continued
And that base just so happened to be the place we store information on mutants
a third figure said rolling a coin through his fingers over and over
Regardless it got what it wanted at the cost of the lives of many of the personnel at the base the head figure said
So do we make it kill on sight? the paper shuffling figure said
It only got destined one status because we thought it was a man in a suit yeah? But if its just a robot it should be scrapped the coin playing figure said
Agreed. Battle Unit Omega has had its Destined One status revoked. For crimes against Arachnos it is now classified as destroy on sight. the head Arbitrator said
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Paragon City. Abandoned Water Treatment Plant
Sarah stood rapidly throwing punches at the concrete wall a mixture of dust and her own human hands blood was forming on the wall and her knuckles.
Shed woken up. No that was wrong shed awoken, with the demonic face of Dr Edward inches away from her own.
She was shocked, not only about allowing some one to get within her primary defensive range but also that as far as shed been aware shed been at home.
Replaying the footage in her mind hed seemed different older perhaps? Maybe more tired than shed seen him before.
She span and lashed out a backhanded blow hitting the concrete, felt something break in her hand, pain flared so she severed the feeling.
Hed told her shed been used, controlled by the Council.
She forced her memories back demanded that the machine side of her mind tell her what shed done before hand.
There had been a phone call a voice on the line had said to her
Wagner Die Walküre
Shed fallen asleep or something at that point her own memory of the even ended shortly after picking up the phone.
The voice had told her to head to Pocket D where she would meet with a contact, it had given her directions to a stock of gear to use on the way.
With the memory from the machine came more than just visual and audio information, she was feeling what this other her had felt, this doll, this tool that shed become in response to the voice.
She felt the echo of love and undying loyalty to the voice and how shed thought of it as a father.
She rested her head falling forward so that her forehead was pressed against the damaged wall, blood and dust matting in her hair.
It had happened again once more shed been the tool of evil.
As she stood there sobbing the machine inside planned.
The Rogue Islands
The girl turned machine known as Battle Unit Omega watched as the man slowly regained consciousness. Theyd stripped him of his costume one might say his uniform that hed worn while performing on the cruise ship.
He now sat enthroned in the vast bronze architecture of the Hates Engine. A crown topped with cables sat on his head kept in place with a series of needles that digged into his flesh.
He roused slowly shivering before hed fully opened his eyes.
Wha? his voice was slurred his tongue thick from sleep and the drugs that brought it about.
Target Designate: José Mariana: This Unit Has Been Awaiting Your Revival the girl said each word clipped and precise
Hey bambina where am I? he tried to look around but restraints held his head in place.
Current: Location: Cradle Of The New World Order she answered him before turning her back
And why? his voice was tinted with panic now as his situation fully dawned on him
You: Are: A Resource she again answered as twisted a few knobs and pressed buttons on a console
A resource what do you mean? he tried struggling but the restraints had been designed to hold people with super strength a normal man had no chance
You: Mutant Ability: Emotive Psionic Energy: Required she answered fingers moving along keys on the console
He groaned and clenched his teeth as an electric current flowed through him, the crown above him began to crackle as something built up within.
Ah I dont grrrrk know what you mean! he gasped out between clenched teeth
Your Knowledge Of Your Powers: Not Required: We Can Force Their Activation she said turning a dial on the console
As José writhed in his bonds he was unaware that behind him rose a massive pillar of bronze. Carved into the pillar a face stared at his back a face contorted in deep sorrow.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Abandoned Water Purification Station AKA Twilighters base. Paragon City.
Again Sarah thought things through, going over the reasons the lists she had made steeling her self for the action she was about to take.
She had wanted to be a hero, turn what shed become in to a force of good, but events had proved that impossible, shed killed good people under the control of Battle Unit Omega and again under the control of the council.
Im not even human any more just some sort of machine she muttered
[Correction: 60% Machine Too Organic Ratio]
Less than half a person. Just a weapon to be used to kill and hurt others.
She steeled her will
But no more, if a weapon is dangerous its a heroes job to destroy it!
She picked up the white plastic bottle from the bottle and opened it the acrid chemical smell making her flinch back. Her hand was trembling as she raised the bottle to her lips, as she took a mouthful it seemed strange to her that it didnt taste of anything.
She swallowed more and more until half the bottle was empty, she felt a tingling spread through her body, then a burning as if liquid fire was flowing through her veins.
Mission accomplished she thought as her vision dimmed and she blacked out.
[This Will Not Be: Biological Component: Sara McKensie: Self Silencing Denied: Engaging Survival Protocols]
Nerva Archipelago. Agincourt
Suppressing fire! Keep it on him men! the longbow warden roared at the men in his squad.
The figure they were focusing shots on was massive humanoid construction of metal, towering over the Longbow soldiers.
Bullets met its hardened frame and glanced off, a Longbow soldier took aim and unleashed a torrent of flame from his flame frower the machine paused for a second, its head turning to face him then it rushed through the flame, one red hot hand slamming into his face.
As he crumpled to the floor a flash went off on his belt and he was pulled away by the medi-port system.
Keep the fire on him, Im going in! the Longbow Warden rushed in
As the machine turned to face him he leaped into the air focusing energy into his legs for a powerful kick. Seeing what the machine was capable of he went straight for his killed blow.
It wasnt enough, metal buckled under his kick but the machine reached out to grasp his leg and swung him into the concrete floor, he felt the first three impacts but the others seemed softer, he felt the pull of the medi-port system as it triggered from his critical injuries.
A voice crackled over the intercom
All men fall back to the next floor. The Med-port system is over hearting! Do not engage target! Repeat do not engage!
Their never broken the rest of the squad turned and ran.
In the silent corridors of the base the heavy footsteps of the machine and its turning gears.
[Sixty Seconds Arrival To Target]
Paragon City. Steel Canyon. G.I.F.T offices
The girl sat in silence her augmentations hidden by the large raincoat she wore with the hood up despite the warmth of the reception area. Two men stood behind the large wooden reception desk though they whispered too each other she clearly heard every word.
Kids creeping me out sat there like a monk or something
Come on Hal not everyones happy with what they look like when their mutation becomes active
I know Kyle but she could at least say something
Shes probably trying to work up courage you remember the first time you told people at your mutation right
[Sixty Seconds Arrival To Target]
The girl got up and walked over to the reception desk
See here she comes one of the men whispered
How can I help you hun? he asked with a warm smile
Said smile was removed from his face as the girl punched across the reception desk breaking bones and causing him to drop to the floor in pain
The second man reached under the table but stopped as the sleeve on the girls other arm fell back revealing a vicious gun barrel. The girl spoke then her words clipped and precise
Suggestion: Target If You Wish To Live: Take This Unit To The Server Room
With the attack on both Longbows computers and these at Gift the information the Machine Overmind planned to take would be lost in the data surge.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
((Huzzah no more annoying uniprojects sapping my ability to do anything useful at all. Just a small update to warm up))
Paragon City
Sarah smiled contently to herself as she read through the book. It had been a gift from a man called Steve a guide to being heroic, a lexicon of modern day chivalry a well to be honest its just the handbook given to people upon receiving their Hero licence still to Sarah who had failed her application it was a god send.
Previously shed been learning heroism from the Peers and Nobles: Guide To Caped Crusading, a book shed found in a long disused Firth Column base, as Miss Leadndrea had [pointed out Youre trying to learn from a book that was outdated before I was even born.
It had proved useful Sarah thought reflectively, as the time span between the villains working out what shed said and then acting was often enough for her to close to combat range.
In her head she could feel Sigma though it wasnt communicating with her, if it was capable of emotions she thought Sigma would be in a sulk.
Miss Leandrea had given her a farewell hug and despite Sigmas attempts at trying to pre-emptively counter attack what it saw as grapple based combat situation, shed managed to stop the machine side of her body, AI had met human will and shed won.
The words swam on the page before her so she closed the book and rested her head on her knees, she couldnt feel pain but was still suffering the effects of her previous experiment.
It had said in the book, to test your powers to the limit, so she had, activating her full combat mode every system in her body primed, her skin had sliced open as new components and armour had covered her body.
But with everything running the heat was incredible it rolled off her in waves, the machine parts humming with furiously turning gears, buts it not only her mechanical side that was affected.
The heat flooded her body boiling her blood sending it searing though her veins as fast as the pumps that replaced her heart could send it, with it road nanites repairing the damage as fast as it occurred, heat expanded the molecules in her blood, meaning she could contain less oxygen in her blood stream.
In turn new systems flooded her blood stream with enough oxygen to keep her going, and when the super heated, oxygen enriched blood reached her brain odd things began to happen.
The swimming vision is just another side affect she thought as she began to fall asleep.
Rogue Islands
The machine moved its gears giving counter point to the dull clump of its steps, the corridors were now silent. Hours previously a fierce if one sided battle had waged here, on the one side mechanical forces, defence constructs, force fields , blast doors and electrical fields. The other side two unknown meta-human males.
The machines over mind dragged data from the walls from what pieces of the defence machines still functioned and as its frame walked down the blast torn corridor it constructed a view of what had happened.
Two unknown males. Their actions noting them as meta human one was able to phase and blast an unknown substance or energy, the other was taking damage that could destroy armoured vehicles in seconds without apparently taking fatal harm.
One target spoke with an accent that marked him as not from the Rogue Islands or Paragon city, the second spoke an unknown dialect. The machine over mind decided it was the gibbering vocal iterations of a mentally deficient mad being.
One of the targets had gibbered something, the other had agreed and said they were getting close and that he could feel her really strong now.
The frame turned a corner and saw what the two figures goal had been Saria Lansing, the meta human chosen for the emotion of hate. Her powerful destructive energy had seemed ideal to tear and destroy the minds of those who opposed the TLF.
[Tactically], the Over mind computed [She Must Of Summoned: Two Males: Rescue Her.]
[This Will Cause: Delay] it reasoned [Artifact: Throne Of Bedlam: -1 Meta Human Components]
[Additional: Delay] it computed updating its operational files [She May Inform: Others: Actions: TLF: Primary Attribute: Stealth]
As the machine walked away it planned, planned for the way the war would be fought.
Rogue Islands
The girl worked as the over mind instructed, though not as a slave for though she was under the command of the over mind, she was also its central node and part of what directed that will.
One of the secondary nodes frames had encountered a target. An unknown meta-humanoid later identified to be Dr Edward Johnson.
The meta-humanoid had threatened the machine to keep away from Jean-Luc then to display the punishment for further actions, hed engaged the frame in combat and unexpectedly had defeated it.
The Over Mind was not worried for worry was an emotion and a machine has no need of them. It had [censored] the combat logs of the frame and had decided to simply build one more capable of fighting Dr Edward Johnson..
Hed done something to confuse the frame processors to lock them, make it unable to take action.
The next frame would be a tool of violence the Over Mind had calculated, capable only of mindless, directionless, unstoppable destruction should its processors.
Sparks seared the girls body as she worked, forging a new frame and a new weapon.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Deep within the earth the machine Battle Unit Omega stalked towards it objective, through a complex maze of pipes and access points. Super heated steam vented in its path filling the air with thick toxic fumes, the machine continued onwards, such things were the concerns of the weak, those destined to serve in the new world order.
Deeper still it traveled through toxic filth and stagnant poisoned water, until it reached a point where it paused. The pipes and machinery in the walls of the tunnel had up until till this point been works of brass and bronze beautiful in their construction and flawless in their purpose. But here they changed the gleaming brass replaced with dull thick lead shielding.
Had some one managed to work their way through the maze to reach here the heart of the machine they would seal their own fate. Here the air became alive with an invisible field of death, enough even to give the machine pause. The machine stepped forward and immediately it burned with a blue aura of flame. Sparks arced from its form to earth in the lead shielded pipe work.
{Hatesman: Would Not: Approve} it thought
{Hatesman: Needs Not: To Know} it replied
The machine walked forward its sparking and burning armoured frame lighting up the darkness here deep within the earth. It came finally to the heart of the device, the secret behind the Throne Of Bedlam a massive door of iron sheathed in lead, this door it opened the screech of protest as the door dragged through the sludge and rock debris that had formed around it.
Here lay the heart of the throne or to be more precise its brain. The machine stepped inside as gears pulled the door closed behind it. The slamming of the door echoed around the room and as it shut the machine no longer burned. It walked forward sizzling slime falling from its feet with each loud step.
In the centre of the room a figure lay suspended by a mass of bronze spikes cruelly entering into its bodies. The figure was of a man or at least it had been Mark Smith a young family man with nothing special about him. Not powerful enough or brave enough to be a hero or villain hed been destined to simply raise his kids as best he could and get on with his life. That is until Battle Unit Omega had found him, dragged him away and enhanced what little powers he had. Through surgery and mutagens theyd reduced him to the barest amount of organs required for life, theyd removed his skull so that they could pump mutagenic chemicals directly into his brain swelling it causing his psionic abilities to increase exponentially. It was to administer more of these chemicals that the machine had ventured so far into the earth.
A few days previously the machine had been ordered to assist another member of the TLF, the mercenary ninja known as Twilight Shinobi. The ninja had been seeking away to regain the powers locked away by an unknown adversary the ninja had learned of powerful crystals guarded by a cadre of mages.
While the effects of the crystals on the ninja was unknown to Battle Unit Omega the machine had discovered that the crystals when added to the blood stream of a psionic humanoid increased their abilities at a cost of mutating their body. Approaching the tortured figure the machine injected the new mutagen into its body.
Jussst let me dieeeee the figure breathed brokenly
Do Not: Despair: Upon Activation: You Will No Longer: Function the machine assured him as it walked away, task done.
Else Where
The machine girl walked toward an unknown destination, the heaviness of her footsteps conflicting with the slightness of her frame. The bronze like armour she wore reflecting the street lights dully, the pitted and scarred metal giving testament to past battles.
The machine felt it self drawn to the street it now walked along, why was beyond its calculations, the GPS showed no points of particular interest, along this route but still it felt itself drawn. It arrived at a public park and quickly climbed the fence to gain access, why it climbed rather than flew or melted its way through the iron bars again was beyond its calculative abilities. Something called it to this place ordered it climb the fence, something with a greater grip on the machine than its own code.
The machine felt the compulsion leave it as it arrived at a childrens play park, though the night robbed it of bright colours the machine saw it as bright as day. Oddly despite the nights chill the machine began to feel warm as if it was a summers day. It heard voices, children playing and looked around but there was nothing in scanner range, and then it happened a flood of sight and sound.
The machine stood now talking to two other children, though the machine had never encountered them some how it knew their names. Thomas and Sally, it knew too that it considered these two children its best friends. More images surfaced and with them half conversations and songs, games played in the park and promises made and broken.
More images came now of a man, tall and wiry and promises of candy and toys. The scene changed and now the machine was watching as the man cut into Sally whose shrieks cut off with a bloody gurgle. The man moved closers whispering and moving the knife in small circle in front of the machines view.
The scene shifted again and this time the man was gasping eyes bulging as the machines fingers wrapped around his neck, oddly the machines arms were wrapped in flames and the machines biological side twitched as the smell of burning flesh trigged a gag reflex.
As quickly as they had come the visions left and the machine girl stood alone in the park.
[Primary Node: Respond: Status Query?]
[Status: Anomaly Detected: Frame Returning To Base,]
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
The Hates Engine
((Okay since we will shortly be at 3 out of 5 parts needed to end the world it might be a good idea to now make the TLFs current plot line open for joining.
Back information can be read in the Sibling Rivalry Thread in creative. Here ))
Designed to draw the powers of five psychic people and then use them to transmit a series of emotions to the subconscious of the world the Engine is designed to cause society to tear it self apart as people fall victim to overwhelming feelings of Lust, Suspicion, Rage, Sorrow and Greed.
The Hates Engine resembles the acid fuelled dream of HR Geiger after a day of listening to brass bands and shopping at Ikea. A central pentagon is connected to five throne like constructions. Everything is made from a brass like metal, all clouds of steam and whirring gears everywhere.
((Forgive the badly drawn and even worse scanned pictures))
Throne like thing
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1. Hand and head restraints. Feed psionic energy away from the body
2. Person goes here
3. Lower body restraint. Feeds nutrients to captured psychic
4. The machine is steam powered.
The central Pentagon has one of these thrones on each of it sides. On each side of the pentagon a large face is worked into the machinery representing one of the following emotions, Rage, Lust, Greed, Sorrow and Suspicion.
NPCs.
Mary Kelly: Age unknown suspected to be in the mid thirties but looks younger than is due to cosmetic surgery. Born in Jamaica, accent becomes thicker when she is emotional or if she feels it will help her career. Star of the day time talk show ((Bit like Jerry Springer or Jeremy Kyle)) uses psychic abilities to read her guests minds so that she knows what will set them off and make for a more entertaining show.
Formerly a negotiator for villain groups used her abilities to make deals move smoother.
Used for the Suspicion part of the Engine
José Mariana: Age 23. A mutant that doesnt know it. He has the subconscious ability to trigger unhappy feelings in those around him when concentrating. Has found a small amount of success as a musician on cruise ships. Gets good reviews for his live performances, but since part of this is due to his mutant ability it has never carried across in recordings of his shows, so no real fame has come for him. Currently a musician on a cruise ship.
Used for the Sorrow part of the Engine.
PC
Saria Lansing ((write up of the kidnap can be read in the Sibling Rivalry thread on creative)). Used for the Rage part of the Engine.
IC ways of joining in.
Battle Unit Omega has a large Arachnos bounty on its head after stealing a collection of data Arachnos had gathered on mutants in the Rogue Isles.
Marry Kelly. The TV studios that makes her show are offering a medium sized reward for her return.
Saria Lansing. A report of her disappearance was in Paragon City newspapers a few days after her kidnapping.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.