Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

The exchange between the two does nothing but waste time before the inevitable.

Turning to face the newest addition to this fight, if it could be called that, Ezekiel raised a hand towards the man.

A screen of fire hurtle's towards Eagle Scout, whilst Ezekiel swivells back around and speeds through the air, grasping Mantis with still burning hot hands, slaming him easily through the interior concrete walls as if they were paper.

 

[Kaboom]

EZEKIEL

The exchange between the two does nothing but waste time before the inevitable.

Turning to face the newest addition to this fight, if it could be called that, Ezekiel raised a hand towards the man.

A screen of fire hurtle's towards Eagle Scout, whilst Ezekiel swivells back around and speeds through the air, grasping Mantis with still burning hot hands, slaming him easily through the interior concrete walls as if they were paper.

Weather? He thinks can stop me with weather?

I drop the temperature around me at least 20 degress in a second, causing condensation to rip out of the air as it extinguished the flames. I didnt know much about Mantis, other than what had been fed through my STRikE comm, I knew he was not villian.

This guy however had just demonstrated pyrokenisis/generation/manipulation.

And now super speed.

"Judy, start taking readings quick, I want everything you can tell me about this guy stat. and prep the team for launch."

In a bolt i rocket toward him summon bolts of lightning from the sky.

There would be a storm.

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

EZEKIEL

The exchange between the two does nothing but waste time before the inevitable.

Turning to face the newest addition to this fight, if it could be called that, Ezekiel raised a hand towards the man.

A screen of fire hurtle's towards Eagle Scout, whilst Ezekiel swivells back around and speeds through the air, grasping Mantis with still burning hot hands, slaming him easily through the interior concrete walls as if they were paper.

Weather? He thinks can stop me with weather?

I drop the temperature around me at least 20 degress in a second, causing condensation to rip out of the air as it extinguished the flames. I didnt know much about Mantis, other than what had been fed through my STRikE comm, I knew he was not villian.

This guy however had just demonstrated pyrokenisis/generation/manipulation.

And now super speed.

"Judy, start taking readings quick, I want everything you can tell me about this guy stat. and prep the team for launch."

In a bolt i rocket toward him summon bolts of lightning from the sky.

There would be a storm.

Season I, Part 43

Ow...

I. Am. SOOOOOOO out of my league here.

I think I've cracked a rib...or seven. I'm bleeding everywhere I can see. I'm burned on my leg and now my neck. This. Sucks.

"Ok...alright...clearly...we all just need to relax..."

Lightning? Are you kidding?

"Oh Christ..."
​

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

Lightning licks up Ezekiel's back, casuing him some mild discomfort till he just about brings the sensation under control. The bloody man in front of him no longer requiring any attention, he slams a hard kick into his stomach which lifts him off the ground, flying through the air till a wall stops his journey with an abrupt end.

This other combatant however, would seem more of a challenge, as much of a challenge as Ezekiel was likely to recieve at least.

Crunching bones and the sound of tearing flesh echoes outwards as Ezekiel's shape shifts again, now looking like another person entirely, his skin was far thicker and tougher, and much more resilient to electricity.

A sharp punch from Eagle scout swpies nothing but air as Ezekiel darts rapidly to one side.

 

[Kaboom]

EZEKIEL

Lightning licks up Ezekiel's back, casuing him some mild discomfort till he just about brings the sensation under control. The bloody man in front of him no longer requiring any attention, he slams a hard kick into his stomach which lifts him off the ground, flying through the air till a wall stops his journey with an abrupt end.

This other combatant however, would seem more of a challenge, as much of a challenge as Ezekiel was likely to recieve at least.

Crunching bones and the sound of tearing flesh echoes outwards as Ezekiel's shape shifts again, now looking like another person entirely, his skin was far thicker and tougher, and much more resilient to electricity.

A sharp punch from Eagle scout swpies nothing but air as Ezekiel darts rapidly to one side.

Shapeshifting too?

Cripes. Judy had better be getting that team prepped. I punch the grownd, activating my geo-force power and cauing a crack to rocket through the ground straight at the threat. He momentarily stunned.

Thats all I need as I activate my image imposer, refracting light around me.

I'm invisible.

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

EZEKIEL

Lightning licks up Ezekiel's back, casuing him some mild discomfort till he just about brings the sensation under control. The bloody man in front of him no longer requiring any attention, he slams a hard kick into his stomach which lifts him off the ground, flying through the air till a wall stops his journey with an abrupt end.

This other combatant however, would seem more of a challenge, as much of a challenge as Ezekiel was likely to recieve at least.

Crunching bones and the sound of tearing flesh echoes outwards as Ezekiel's shape shifts again, now looking like another person entirely, his skin was far thicker and tougher, and much more resilient to electricity.

A sharp punch from Eagle scout swpies nothing but air as Ezekiel darts rapidly to one side.

Shapeshifting too?

Cripes. Judy had better be getting that team prepped. I punch the grownd, activating my geo-force power and cauing a crack to rocket through the ground straight at the threat. He momentarily stunned.

Thats all I need as I activate my image imposer, refracting light around me.

I'm invisible.

Season I, Part 44

This could be going much better. I don't know who this second guy is, but he's saving my ass...

"Ugh..."

I search my mind desperately for some wit, but I'm just not finding the situation incredibly funny. So instead, I settle for coughing up some blood.

Wonderful.

I look at the other two combatants. Actually, getting out of here sounds pretty nice.​

 

[Spike_x1]

Detective Kat Anderson of the Lost Haven Police Department gave a heavy sigh and threw her coat down, not caring where it landed. Upon coming home most evenings, Kathryn didn't notice the complete mess that her apartment had become over the years, not seeing her open case files and criminal dossiers strewn everywhere as clutter, but rather as work in progress. Tonight was not one of those nights. The sight of her untidy home was just another reminder of how many things were weighing down on her. "The Survivor," as the media had recently taken to calling the new cape in town, had opened a whole new, and very large, can of worms for her department. Believing that he might actually be the fugitive whose face had been plastered everywhere a few weeks ago, she tried to dig up more on him than the official word, but had turned up nothing. The man had simply fallen from the sky and then slipped into the shadows.

"Detective."

Anderson spun around to the source of the voice, giving an uncharacteristic gasp of terror. There, standing by her open balcony, was the man draped in darkness, with the shimmering glowing eyes. Even under his mask, Kat was getting the impression of a soft and kind face underneath, but with eyes whose cruelty had been ingrained deeply.

Before she could form a coherent sentence, the Survivor spoke again, "I wanted to thank you. You were in the helicopter when I was fighting that thing earlier, and you could've shot at both of us, but instead, you drove that monster away." He stepped forward, coming into the light more. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. In fact I try to help whenever possible," he continued. "Strange things have been happening all over the world in recent years; beings with extraordinary abilities are becoming more and more common." His glowing eyes narrowed to slits, and if it weren't for the warmth in his voice, Kat might've thought that the Survivor was angry with her. "Thing's are going to get worse before they get better, and we're going to need all the allies we can get in this new world."

Survivor nodded his head ever so slightly and turned to leave. Suddenly, Anderson's voice returned to her. "Survivor, there's a man who wants to meet with you. I don't know what it's about or..." Kat paused, trying to remember what exactly she was even telling the superpowered being before her. "His name's... uhh... Dylan Chambers."

The Survivor merely looked at the woman for a moment before turning around and heading back out the balcony, without saying a word. Chambers?

Back in the apartment, Detective Anderson was hit by a wave of nausea and staggered to her bed, where she fell down in a heap of mental exhaustion.

Under the new alias of 'Adam Locke,' the Survivor strolled into the lobby of Dylan Chambers' office building. Fashioned from head to toe in a ridiculously expensive navy blue Italian suit, Adam quickly scanned the legend posted on the gray marble wall for Chambers' name and settled on the top floor. Penthouse office, eh? he thought. Swanky.

He had taken the liberty to make an appointment several days earlier, in order to check out this guy during the daytime. He was going to observe Chambers and his behavior to get a decent feel for his character by observing him under the false notion that Adam Locke was representing a new firm in the area that wished to reach out into the community and see what contacts could be made. Nothing suspicious, Locke hoped. He now had all the documentation needed, both regarding his new identity, as well as his "job." After the meeting with Chambers concluded, Adam would wait until nightfall, and then make a visit as the Survivor before the attorney left the office, and get down to the real business. It was just a matter of playing his cards right. Nothing could go wrong.

**********​

Adam had been waiting outside Dylan's office for ten minutes before the man's secretary finally approached him. "Mr. Chambers will see you now," she said.

"Thank you." Adam smiled politely and tipped his head at the woman. Pretty lady. Kind voice too. Chambers surrounds himself appropriately. With one hand strategically placed in his pocket to imply his relaxed state, Adam pushed open one of the heavy wooden doors and walked into Dylan Chambers' luxurious office.

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

So his oponent was invisible? This was of no worry to Ezekiel, a slight grin lifted his face as his entire body dissappeared in a burst of flame.

Fanning outwards a good five foot in all directions, he was cocooned in ball of fire, which shrivelled the surrounding paintwork and caused the floor to bubble and thrive with heat.

An occaisonal surge of the inferno erupted in offshoots of burning, striking in the emptiness of the room, only a matter of time until his adversary would fall.

 

[Kaboom]

EZEKIEL

So his oponent was invisible? This was of no worry to Ezekiel, a slight grin lifted his face as his entire body dissappeared in a burst of flame.

Fanning outwards a good five foot in all directions, he was cocooned in ball of fire, which shrivelled the surrounding paintwork and caused the floor to bubble and thrive with heat.

An occaisonal surge of the inferno erupted in offshoots of burning, striking in the emptiness of the room, only a matter of time until his adversary would fall.

The joys of being an elemental meant my body was already resistant to that kind of damage, so this threats flame was easily absorbed by my my body's own natural protections.

the downside, was that he kept exhibiting a broader range of powers. Something would have to be done.

 

[Eddie Brock]

EDIT:

 

[JinnSato]

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Is the last thing I heard my brother say before he is shot in the head. I hold his body in my arms. Pressing his lifeless body on mine. Hoping, praying, begging that he wasn't dead. But he was I was to late. And now I had lost the only family I had left.
I look up to see the bastard laughing at my pain. I rise up and run towards him, firing my gun at hit. He is startled. He begins shooting. Miss. Right past my head. I can feel the heat of the bullet.
I charge still shooting he takes aim and shoots again. Hitting my leg. I start to fall. I make one last leap and shot the monster in the chest several time. He begins to go down. He takes aim one last time and fires. It hits my face. I hit the ground and scream I'm not dead. Bt for what I did.... I might as well be.

I awake from my nightmare. Eyes wide open. Sweat pouring down my face like buckets. It takes a second for me to realize were I am. One second on the battle field. The next in this itchy little thing they call a bed here. I wipe the sweat from my face and push the long, shaggy hair out of my eyes. I feel my horizontal scar under my eye and remember the pain of the burning bullet and that day. I look around my cell. How long has it been? Two, three years. I'm not sure; but it never gets any better.

I hear a thud outside my cell door. The door to my cell falls down. I brace myself for whatever just did that. A foot steps over the threshold. Then the rest of the body. My eyes widen as I stare at a rugged looking man with a short beard. And battle scars.

"John!!" I shout as I look at the man who helped me through thick and thin during the time I served. "Do you relies how much **** you'll be in if they find out what you just did!!??"

"Don't worry man. Times have changed... We need all the help we can get in this war."

We step outside. "What do you mean.. Changed??"

"I mean the horde is getting more and more aggressive. And they're becoming harder to cover up from the world. Now theres mo time to wait. Put these on." He hand me a bag. When I open it I see the old battle armor I wore so proudly when I started out. "And hurry the crows will be here in a minute."

I put the suit on. It looks like modern medieval knight armor. It's heavy and kinda hard to move in. I can still remember training in this *****. As we step out of the cell John hands me a SMG. I take it off safety and become familiar with the gun. "What about the other prisoners?? We can't just leave them here."

"Already taken care of my friend. Now lets get going."

As we walk out I notice that his armor is different than mine. I ask him why. He tells me that it's a new version. Lighter. Makes the wearer fast and more monuverable. But it's not as strong as mine. But as we step out of the front doors I wish I had his. Because a South American rain forest is humid, hot and according to John.. thirty minutes away from the drop point. Damn this day has it's ups and downs.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The Forsaken

​

Peter Emerson sits in his office watching the monitors. He is unable to believe what he has seen unfolding before him for the last several minutes. He sits there in a stunned silence as he watches his greatest achievement, his creation walk through his sanctuary taking his entire operation apart, man by man.

More of his troops descend on Copeland, or Forsaken or whatever it is that this "thing" calls itself these days, and Emerson watches as they are all taken down. He doesn't know exactly how many people have died here tonight, and to be perfectly honest he doesn't care.

Suddenly the picture on the monitors are replaced by black and white static, "The son of a b*%$# disabled the surveillance system." He thinks to himself. This is getting too messy, he needs to get out of here.

Emerson hits the intercom button at his desk.

"Jason." He says into it, but there is no answer. All he can hear through the intercom is the sound of men fighting, and dying in the corridor. He knows Jason, and Jason is not a man who disobeys orders, and he was ordered to stay in his office until he was summoned. He knows with some certainty that Jason is dead. For a moment he thinks to himself that it is unfortunate, it will take some time before he can find a replacement for a man of Jason's caliber, but that is only a passing thought. Soon he realizes that things have gotten worse than he had ever imagined.

"Ms Divine, get in touch with Captain Richmond. I want my chopper ready for take off in five minutes." He says into the intercom, this time to his assistant outside his door.

"Already taken care of Mr. Emerson. You'll be out of this in just a few moments." She said to him, her voice still sultry even in these circumstances. There was something about that woman, something just not right. He could do business with some of the nastiest, most ruthless men in the entire world, but it was this woman who had the ability to make him feel uneasy. He never quite understood what it was about her, but he would love to find out. Perhaps he would take her out to dinner once this whole mess was resolved.

Unfortunately he was snapped back into reality when his door opened, and standing in front of him was the thing that had been causing him so much trouble for the last several days.

"Matthew." Emerson said to the monstrosity, in an faux fatherly tone.

"Matthew is dead Emerson, you saw to that. But fear not, you will be joining him shortly." Forsaken said matter of factly.

"You, kill me? I created you. I-I gave you the great powers that you enjoy now. You're not going to kill me, I-"

"You are nothing, Emerson."

"I am the man behind the Coven, I have my hands in everything that goes on in the world. Don't you see that, entire nations depend on the things that I give them. Governments rise and fall at my whim. The very existence of entire peoples depends on my generosity, whether they know it or not. Can you claim to have that kind of power. Whether you walk out of this alive, or whether you die, and any memory of you completely erased depends on me I am-"

"Nothing." Forsaken says as he uses his telekinesis to bring the old man to him. He picks him up by the neck and holds Emerson in front of him.

"You are absolutely pathetic. You stand before me, pretending to be the great puppet master, when the fact of the matter is you are nothing more than a puppet. You are like a marionette doll, dancing at MY whim. This entire situation played out exactly how I planned it, not you. Yes Emerson, you are a marionette doll...and I am cutting your strings."

With that, a long blade appeared in Forsaken's hand, and with one quick strike, the old man's headless body dropped to the floor.

"I didn't think you'd fall for the old man's bluff." Came a voice from behind.

The woman walked up to Forsaken and took his hand in hers, took a moment to look around at the mess the old man had made on the floor and kind of chuckled.

"He wasn't bluffing Allura. Or, he didn't think he was. Lets just say that he greatly overestimated his own power."

Forsaken and Jasmine Divine, known to some as Allura took their leave of Emerson's office, only to be confronted by what seemed like an entire legion of Coven troops. Allura took a step back, somewhat apprehensive over the sheer size of the force that stood in their way, however, Forsaken stepped forward, and raised the severed head of Emerson into the air.

"The Coven is dead." Forsaken exclaims in a thunderous voice, "and I stand here to give you the opportunity to avoid its fate. You have a choice, a simple choice...between life and death. I give you the choice to serve me, and live. Or refuse, and join those who have already opposed me."

The men standing in front of this imposing brute looked around each other for several moments, all trying to see in their brothers' eyes what to do. Then, they all lowered their weapons.

 

[ElectroFlare]

OOC: Picking up where I left off...

IC:

A crash landing later, I swam out of the Delaware. The place was disgusting. Almost immediately, armed troops approached me, their guns trained on me.

"Identify yourself!" The leader barked at me without wavering his M16.

"Major James Robins, US Army." I barked as my hands went up, to show I was unarmed. The last thing I needed was to fight the American army.

"You're coming with us." He shouted sternly.

"Yes...I...under...st-" I said and the world went black. The last thing I remember was hitting the ground.

My eyes snapped open as I realized where I was.

A hospital room. No, not a hospital, this was too militaristic. Some kind of military hospital?

I was also tied down, but not for long. I ripped the bonds off with ease. I should have stayed in bed.

Once my andrenaline stopped pumping I realize what I was seeing. And hearing. And smelling. Hell, I was feeling the room around me.

Sterile smells mixed with a radio station I didn't recognize, but somehow I knew it was about 40 yards to my left. I could smell someone's lunch, and I knew that I shouldn't be able to. It was too far away, but nevertheless I could.

"What has happened to me?" I wondered aloud.

Suddenly, dozens of foosteps came for my door.

"What is going on!? Where am I?" I shouted as a group of officers burst into the room."Major, there is much explaining to be done. You've been asleep for a long time. You've missed a lot that has happened in this world."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Under the new alias of 'Adam Locke,' the Survivor strolled into the lobby of Dylan Chambers' office building. Fashioned from head to toe in a ridiculously expensive navy blue Italian suit, Adam quickly scanned the legend posted on the gray marble wall for Chambers' name and settled on the top floor. Penthouse office, eh? he thought. Swanky.

He had taken the liberty to make an appointment several days earlier, in order to check out this guy during the daytime. He was going to observe Chambers and his behavior to get a decent feel for his character by observing him under the false notion that Adam Locke was representing a new firm in the area that wished to reach out into the community and see what contacts could be made. Nothing suspicious, Locke hoped. He now had all the documentation needed, both regarding his new identity, as well as his "job." After the meeting with Chambers concluded, Adam would wait until nightfall, and then make a visit as the Survivor before the attorney left the office, and get down to the real business. It was just a matter of playing his cards right. Nothing could go wrong.

**********​

Adam had been waiting outside Dylan's office for ten minutes before the man's secretary finally approached him. "Mr. Chambers will see you now," she said.

"Thank you." Adam smiled politely and tipped his head at the woman. Pretty lady. Kind voice too. Chambers surrounds himself appropriately. With one hand strategically placed in his pocket to imply his relaxed state, Adam pushed open one of the heavy wooden doors and walked into Dylan Chambers' luxurious office.

Dylan looks at Brenda and says, "Thank you Brenda that will be all for now."

He says, "Mr. Locke please make yourself comfortable. If you don't mind I could use a drink. Last case was a real b**** to deal with but I managed to get the jury to see things my way."

As Dylan makes his drink he says, "So Mr. Locke I hear you're looking to make some contacts in our community. I am more than willing to help in that area where I can. Tell me what exactly do you have in mind?"

 

[Cyrusbales]

The joys of being an elemental meant my body was already resistant to that kind of damage, so this threats flame was easily absorbed by my my body's own natural protections.

the downside, was that he kept exhibiting a broader range of powers. Something would have to be done.

EZEKIEL

"Come now Eagle scout, you underestimate me."

Knowing the heat was not affecting his opponent was fine, for the surrounding structure was not quite as resilient.

Cracking coloumns and supports rained the buildiong down upon them. Ezekiel knew he could withstand this, but could his opponent? It would provide a good test.

 

[Kaboom]

EZEKIEL

"Come now Eagle scout, you underestimate me."

Knowing the heat was not affecting his opponent was fine, for the surrounding structure was not quite as resilient.

Cracking coloumns and supports rained the buildiong down upon them. Ezekiel knew he could withstand this, but could his opponent? It would provide a good test.

The team arrived just in time.

"Secure the area," I commanded. He knew my name. That should be impossible.

I turn my attention back to the assailant.

But he was gone.

 

[Batman]

Kensei paused. He could not tell him everything, that much was certain. It was not this stranger's place to know. His mission was his own, given to him by Izanagi himself. No one else would bear this burden.

Still, small truths would not be harmful.

"He came searching for something in the sea", Kensei explained

"What it was, I do not know. But he had found it and has disappeared from this city to find the next piece of his puzzle. And I must once more renew my hunt."

Mark smirked, a little, hearing that.

"The sea, huh? I may be able to help in discovering what it was, but...", He began, clasping his hands back together. "You have to understand, I can't guarantee anything. I have... another life. Another set of priorities to attend to. So I can't spend every waking moment searching for something that may or may not be there."

Looking back, to see the continuing investigation that was at hand at the construction site, Mark placed his hat further down his face, a little. It was bad enough this guy had seen it at all.

"And I'm sure you wouldn't want a tag-team partner in this... hunt, you speak of, so there's only so much I can do. But I want to help, in any way I can. Believe me. That thing put some people I care about in danger, and I want to make sure it doesn't happen again. I want to make this world right... or at least, this city, as much as I can."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mark smirked, a little, hearing that.

"The sea, huh? I may be able to help in discovering what it was, but...", He began, clasping his hands back together. "You have to understand, I can't guarantee anything. I have... another life. Another set of priorities to attend to. So I can't spend every waking moment searching for something that may or may not be there."

Looking back, to see the continuing investigation that was at hand at the construction site, Mark placed his hat further down his face, a little. It was bad enough this guy had seen it at all.

"And I'm sure you wouldn't want a tag-team partner in this... hunt, you speak of, so there's only so much I can do. But I want to help, in any way I can. Believe me. That thing put some people I care about in danger, and I want to make sure it doesn't happen again. I want to make this world right... or at least, this city, as much as I can."

Kensei smiled, "You have a good heart, young one, that much is certain. I appreciate your desire to help, but there is no need to search the ocean's depths this day. My journey must continue...alone."

Kensei rose from his seat and stood once more.

"What is your name, friend?"

 

[Batman]

Kensei smiled, "You have a good heart, young one, that much is certain. I appreciate your desire to help, but there is no need to search the ocean's depths this day. My journey must continue...alone."

Kensei rose from his seat and stood once more.

"What is your name, friend?"

Mark stood, and extended his hand to Kensei, a firm smile on his face aswell.

"My name's... Sharkman."

There was a pause. Something about saying that didn't seem right, given the circumstances. And especially given his attire.

"Mark. It's... Mark.", He embarassingly admitted. "But Sharkman is what everyone calls me when I'm... well, you know. Doing that stuff."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mark stood, and extended his hand to Kensei, a firm smile on his face aswell.

"My name's... Sharkman."

There was a pause. Something about saying that didn't seem right, given the circumstances. And especially given his attire.

"Mark. It's... Mark.", He embarassingly admitted. "But Sharkman is what everyone calls me when I'm... well, you know. Doing that stuff."

"Very good", replied Kensei as he accepted the handshake.

Reaching into a sidepouch, Kensei pulled out a small stone with a single Japanese symbol carved into it. He handed it to Mark.

"This is a kouyuu stone. If you ever need my assistance for anything, simply hold it tightly and speak my name and I will hear you and come if I am able."

 

[Batman]

"Very good", replied Kensei as he accepted the handshake.

Reaching into a sidepouch, Kensei pulled out a small stone with a single Japanese symbol carved into it. He handed it to Mark.

"This is a kouyuu stone. If you ever need my assistance for anything, simply hold it tightly and speak my name and I will hear you and come if I am able."

Mark took the stone, and looked at it. It had an inscription on it that Mark, had he said it outloud, would've deemed as one of the most awesome things he had ever seen. Nodding, upon taking it, Mark placed it in his pocket and looked back up at his new allie.

"Thanks. I... I don't really know what to say,", Mark responded, rubbing the back of his neck. "...Well, I guess, what can anyone say, having just fought a giant beast like that? I hope your quest is fufilled, Kensei. I won't keep you waiting to get back on it any longer."

 

[ElectroFlare]

OOC: Picking up where I left off...

IC:

My eyes snapped open as I realized where I was.

A hospital room. No, not a hospital, this was too militaristic. Some kind of military hospital?

I was also tied down, but not for long. I ripped the bonds off with ease. I should have stayed in bed.

Once my andrenaline stopped pumping I realize what I was seeing. And hearing. And smelling. Hell, I was feeling the room around me.

Sterile smells mixed with a radio station I didn't recognize, but somehow I knew it was about 40 yards to my left. I could smell someone's lunch, and I knew that I shouldn't be able to. It was too far away, but nevertheless I could.

"What has happened to me?" I wondered aloud.

Suddenly, dozens of foosteps came for my door.

"What is going on!? Where am I?" I shouted as a group of officers burst into the room."Major, there is much explaining to be done. You've been asleep for a long time. You've missed a lot that has happened in this world."

"What do you mean? What's going on!?" I demanded.

"Major. After you crashed, and we found you, we brought you here, to this medical bay. However, you seemed to not need the medical bay. Your wounds, the gun shot holes, everything has healed. What's more, you seem to be stronger then before by breaking the bonds to the bed." The leading officer spoke. A colonel.

"So I heal fast. And I work out. Big deal. What's the problem?" I asked. I was getting angry.

"Major, perhaps you should watch this." He placed a DVD into a player and it began. News clips showing various people, and sometimes things that didn't look quite like people, doing amazing things. Impossible things.

"Major, since you've been asleep, the world has changed. People like this have been popping up all over the world."

"What's your point?" I growled a little defensively.

"Major. You're not human anymore."

 

[Spike_x1]

Dylan looks at Brenda and says, "Thank you Brenda that will be all for now."

He says, "Mr. Locke please make yourself comfortable. If you don't mind I could use a drink. Last case was a real b**** to deal with but I managed to get the jury to see things my way."

As Dylan makes his drink he says, "So Mr. Locke I hear you're looking to make some contacts in our community. I am more than willing to help in that area where I can. Tell me what exactly do you have in mind?"

Adam crossed one leg over the other as he sat down in the lush chair opposite Chambers' desk. He smiled pleasantly and replied, "Well, our firm has really taken an interest in Lost Haven in light of the boom in all this superhuman activity over the last few months. We're looking into the property damage, death toll, and the number of injuries that have all been a result of these people running around." Dylan poured Adam a glass of the drink, which the Survivor graciously accepted. "We believe that opening a branch here would be very lucrative, but right now we're just looking into what other professionals, already in the area, have to say on the matter. We've seen the news and read the available police reports from what the Survivor, that giant yellow brute, and then that liquid metal monstrosity, have all been involved with; and if everything goes well here in Haven, we'll be considering expanding into the Blitzen district."

"So," an eyebrow arched in curiosity, "what's your take on this new "era of the superhuman," Mr. Chambers?" He downed the glass of liquor and crunched an ice cube in his mouth. "I'm sure your firm has also been trying to keep up with all of this craziness."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The Forsaken
New Order

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The Forsaken and Allura stand alone in what was once Emerson's office.

"What will you do with your army my sweet?" She asks in an almost sarcastic manner, the way that anyone would ask a question that they already know the answer to.

"For now, nothing." He responds, the look of surprise on Allura's face registering.

"But I don't understand."

"For now they will stay here with you and prepare. When I require them, you will be notified."

"And what will you do?"

"Allura, we are heading into a new world order. I will need generals to lead my troops. That is where I am going, to locate them."

"And how will you find them?"

"Emerson has already done that for me. He has a rather large file on superpowered beings that have emerged as of late. They will be my generals."

"But love, I know those files, I helped compile them. Many of the beings in those files don't, shall we say...share our view of the world. What if they refuse?"

"Then they shall die."

"Those beings are scattered all over the world, where will you go first?"

"There is a large super powered population around the Lost Haven area, that is where I will go."

"When do you leave?"

"Now."

 

[Eddie Brock]

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