The Dome (Open Rp)

((Please state what species your character is aka Human, Human mutant, half human half <insert here>, alien, robot etc, and what skills and gear you have))

“Founders Grove, in sleepy mid central Kansas became a spot of world wide interest today, when at four am this morning it became enveloped in a large red energy globe....”

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First on the scene was the local military base, they tried contacting the town but all communications were cut off, sending in a squad to investigate they immediately lost contact with them too.

It was at this point that they sent word to others.

A series of perimeter camps had been set up in case something should come from the dome.
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Base Camp Alpha

The military encampment was busy, scientists, soldiers and other more exotic people rushing around, monitoring, inventing, studying and some even chanting as they attempt to analyze the dome of energy.

Soldiers guarded the area, watching the skies and ground for arriving meta humans, directing them to a central area where an officer was preparing to give a briefing, flanked by several scientists and a man dressed much like a stage magician.


Each of the F.B.S.A branches had sent teams to investigate, and sent word out to those heroes that they believed to have the necessary skills to explore within the energy dome.....

Name: blpup
Race: robot
Skills: World Self Destruct, Anti-Matter Ray,Ion Cannon Bean eyes,Rocket Boots,Force Field


Blpup Says "Die SKUM!"

*Uses Global Self destuct*
*kills all humanity*

Kansas. She had never been to Kansas before. From the look of it, there was little that would have drawn her here otherwise.

Ceus observed the glowing red dome curiously. How fascinating. Outward appearances were very similar to something LeFay had been fond of, but it was unlikely her doing.

Though the figure was definately a humanoid female, most of the similarities ended after the requisite body parts. Her skin had a soft, leathery texture split open with large pulsing silver veins of magic. Long blue hair with silver streaks covered her face, a face that had no eyes or mouth, only angsty patches of silver breaking the blue-ish green surface.

Heavy leather pants and sinister boots were weighed down with a locked chain, and several more chains were wrapped around the figure's upper arms looping through metal loops set into her skin. A tattered cape clung to her back by a single crown shaped brooch.

Ceus floated to the ground, hovering several inches from the surface of the earth, showing no inclination to settle onto the dirt. She approached military perimeter slowly so that the soldiers could see her approach.

"Greetings." Her voice was distinctly female, though it carried with it a weight of time and old power.

"I heard of this...situation and wanted to see it for myself. I can offer assistance, in return."

((Magically cursed human. Can sense and 'see' magic, Energy Blast/Kinetics Corrupter w/ Soul Mastery and Concealment. Well known super villain in magic circles, though she has been inactive for several months after working for Vangaurd in the RWZ. Extensive knowledge of magic, lore, and human history. No need to eat, breath, or sleep so long as she remains cursed. small pouch of herbs, mana stones, book of pagan rites, and various spell casting components. Photo, just because))

The art is not an art.

It is compliance.

Do not listen. Hear.

Do not will. Act.

Commit to one's true nature.

An opponent is an opportunity.

A true opponent is a means to an end.

A man, sitting indian style on the roof of a two story condo, opened his eyes to a knock at his door. The position of the sunlight told him that it was still early morning. He didn't move. He didn't blink. The sets of knocking happened a second time and in one fluid motion the meditating man pushed himself off the ground into a forward handspring off the roof of his home and somersaulted through the air. He landed softly behind his solicitor as if he stepped on a pillow, in a crouching position.

Standing straight, the athletically built male looked to be about 5'8 with jet black hair that ran down just past bottom of his neck. His skin was smooth, deeply toned and color of mocha. He had a pair of eyes that were neither blue nor brown. For now, they were colorless. When he spoke you could hear remnants of a Spanish accent, but it was rare. He'd worked hard to eliminate any forms of his past in order to never leave behind a trace of his presence.

The gentleman, who was wearing an ordinary black suit, stopped knocking and sighed. He fished a phone from his jacket pocket and dialed a number.

"Milos. Yea, Carter. He's not answering," he turned around to walk down the steps lined up to the front door, "I'm not gonna wast-"

"Milos, I'll call you back."

"What is it you want," the man's voice was calm, but insistent.

"Yes, Mr..." the Suit looked inside a file that had been in his hand, "Darquios. The FBSA's MAGI and ELITE divisions have combined certain efforts and compiled a list of names of registered heroes that match criteria for both divisions. Sort of killing two birds with one stone."

Darquios remained silent.

"Yes, well, since you were registered under ELITE before you manifested powers of dark magic and switched associations to MAGI, your name came up. So therefore I am here to request your-"

"Location."

"What's that? Oh, yes, it's right here," the Suit flipped through a few papers and found a card attached to a paperclip. He removed it and gave it to Darquios. Darquios walked past the Suit and up the stairs.

"They're already there. Well some. The setup is being done as we speak. They'll be expecting you."

Darquios stopped at the door, "Thank you." He opened the door and walked inside.

The Suit dialed the same number on his phone again, "Milos. Carter. I got him. He'll be there."

(("Magical Manifest Human" Five senses enhanced all-around. Has a sixth sense that he is still learning to deal with for identifying negative and positive energies. Carries a Tac-Belt with lots of surprises -I say surprises because I don't know what's in them yet- Dark magic powers, for now, have defensive purposes -clouding vision, providing grounds for cover, and also shrouding himself in darkness...a particular favorite of his. The powers were just recently obtained and so he uses his hand-to-hand, sensation, and perception training more often than not. Not big into conversation. ))

Mildly surprised at the ease of her entry, Ceus slowly turned her head to the side, trying to spot a familiar face who might have sped up her entry. Seeing none, the corrupter took the briefing report in silence and memorized the directions to the waiting area.

The MAGI report floated in front of Ceus's face as she floated forward, a page occasionally turning. She navigated herself to the waiting area and finished perusing the material.

When finished, she deposisted the report into her pouch. Turning so she could see the dome, Ceus brought her legs up into a yoga position and rested the back of her hands on her knees.

Sitting gently in the air, Ceus probed the edge of the dome, trying to sample its energy. If it was magical, she would likely know right away, unless the mastermind behind it all was really clever, she hadn't met a clever magician since the 1940s such a terrible degredation of the quality of magic users in this latter half of the age...

Focus. Focus.

She continued her scry of the dome's exterior and its energy type.

A silver-lined black GSX1300R slowed to a stop just outside the MAGI camp. Darquios removed a black helmet and gloves and placed them on the bike's seat. He was approached by one of the assistants to the division and given a manilla folder with documentation inside. He undid the zipper on his jacket to reveal a white velvet-like material that resembled a t-shirt. His pants were black jeans over black low cut sneakers.

Once Darquios had finished reading the paperwork inside the packet he was given, he gave it to a passing FBSA employee and focused on the dome. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before. Then again, at 24, there was a lot that he had yet to see.

He walked up beside a woman floating in the air, but kept a manageable distance from her. His eyes looked cautious and aware as he began to wait for something. Darquios wasn't sure what he was waiting to feel, sense, or see. This was his other half's area of expertise.

In the distance, a small dust cloud was forming. Several members of the base camp glanced over before disregarding it as another vehicle making it's way towards base. And that it was, a black, gray and white camouflage Jeep Wrangler with a single man inside. It kept on driving until it arrived at the base camp, coming to a slow stop near the edge of the parameter. The man hopped out, patting the Jeep's hood a couple times. In the back of the Jeep were several boxes and cases that someone would quickly identify as gun cases. He had a white baseball cap and and a tight-fitting dark blue shirt. He had a black belt with many cases and pockets attached, the majority of them gray. Attached to the sides of his hips were two holsters, both holding Colt pistols. Dark blue and white camouflage pants and a pair of black boots was what remained of his outer appearance.

He walked towards camp, being approached by a man with a clipboard. "Name?" the man from the base asked. "Brian Myers," the newly-arrived man said. The other wrote down his name, then gave him a packet. Brian read it quickly and filled out the paperwork, giving it to the same man that gave it to him in the first place. Going back to his Jeep he tossed the papers on the hood and laid them all out, going over them again. He looked back at the big dome, wondering. He glanced around at the other heroes, wondering what he'd be working with.

((Brian's human. He has a pair of Colts at his hips. Inside the cases are an MP5 (automatic), M16 (automatic), and a M40A3 (sniper). He also has a couple of pounds of C-4, extra ammo for all his weapons, and various attachments for his weapons. And no, he doesn't carry them all at once.))

Commotion stirred around the camp. Soldiers rushed towards a particular area. Officers shouted orders. Weapons made clicking sounds, and bigger weapons were pointed skywards.

An Arachnos flier was descending from the sky.

It settled down with little more than a dull thump, and was silent.

A minute passed, and then a hatch opened. Guns were realigned, and clicked a few more times.

Out of the hatch stepped a woman, dressed in the uniform of a Night Widow. She stepped to the ground, and approached the surrounding military.

“My name is Widow Belbe. I have been dispatched by his Lord Recluse, with agreement from your government, to examine and lend assistance as I may. My authorization should be coming through soon.”

The grunt she addressed blinked at her for a moment. Then, instead of keeping her next to the Flier, as he should have done, he stepped to the side and allowed her to pass. “Head that way, into camp, Ma’am.” He pointed. “Someone with a lab coat will brief you.”

The Widow swept past him, and headed towards the camp.

(( Name: Belbe (Widow Belbe to all y’all.)
Species: Human, minor mutations
Belbe is carrying all the standard goodies a Night Widow would have in the field. Smoke Grenades, special darts, the works. In addition to the standard Night Widow skillset, which I’m assuming includes tasks like hacking, bomb defusing, and a whole lot of assassination, Belbe is telepathic, though she can only perform several specific feats with her powers. She has minor kinesthesic mutations, enhancing her base dexterity and strength.))

Though not entirely satisfied with what she sensed, Ceus stopped concentrating on the field for the moment, murmuring "Curious..."

Letting her legs fall back to an inch or two off the ground, Ceus returned the nods of greeting she had recieved as she reached into her pouch, pulling three books out. They floated in front of her, one a leather bound journal, which had a floating quill writing into it, the other two were reference books of some sort, written in arcane script.

Because she had no eyes to speak of, it was hard to tell where she was looking, but pages turned on their own and her hands were busy working a small crystal.

"It seems to be a conglomeration of several energies, including magic and science. Such occurances are rare."

During one moment, the dome gave of an aura of immense pain as if every soul inside had screamed in union.

Darquios' eyes closed as a force of energy surrounded him. It emanated from the dome, but it felt as if there was something more.

Something living.

Darquios opened his eyes and listened to the sounds around him. There had been new arrivals. He gave an eye of acknowledgement to Paxtera and faced the rest of the camp.

Because Ceus had no eyes to speak of, it was hard to tell where she was looking, but pages turned on their own and her hands were busy working a small crystal.

"It seems to be a conglomeration of several energies, including magic and science. Such occurances are rare."

"It breathes. This dome. Whatever is in it or of it. It feels alive," Darquios spoke without a hint of emotion as he stood behind Ceus.