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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:11 pm
Aquired, huh?
Ras could believe that, and could even better understand the need to be inebreiated while held by the Institute. That place could be hell, even for occupants who hadn't been prisoners there, such as herself. Ras had been known to take extensive naps, leading her worried mother dearest to think her sick, and Ingram to destest her further. In reality, it had been her escape from living-- something Indigo never understood. Of course, Ras shared none of this with Sam, only staring stoically in his direction while the thought scuttled through her head. "I suppose... I must say, I'm surprised they allowed you any alcohol. I suppose it might keep you incoherent enough to escape. Or so they might have thought-- clearly you're here." An acidic smirk broke out across her features as she said this, inwardly pleased that they had lost the morph. The smirk faded slightly as Sam removed his top. She said nothing, appearing otherwise unaffected. He was a cheeky ham. It drove her a little insane.
"Fine wine?" Ras spoke suddenly after a period of silence considering his question. Again, her thoughts returned to living with her parents. The way her mother would wave her over from across the dinner table, simpering delicately for her to try a sip of wine. Ras had grew to enjoy it with time, although only red, sweet wine. "Yeah. I've had it before. It's not bad... I guess you have me pegged there. I can't believe you would find anything spetacular around here." she shurgged. "On occasion we get wierd things in-- you might be able to find some cheap wine that way."
((So Toxias knows the setup, heres how it all is right now:
Sam is located in some random room that isn't horribly deep into Retribution. Like, you go in, towards the medical center, down a hallway off of that chamber, turn the corner at the end of that hallway, aaaand it would be somewhere in there. I believe the door is open right now, and he and my character Ras are inside.
Btw. Do you think its okay if I jump ahead a bit, and have Indigo have changed plans and move ahead without the others? I've been waiting on a response from one of the others, but I havnt gotten one.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:52 pm
Trent felt a smirk come across his face. Finally he no longer contain it. He brusted out laughing, with much heart this time around. "It's part of my powers." He said as he started to laugh again. Finaly when the laughter died out he sat up and smiled. "What's a matter? Is not to your liking?" He asked sounding serious.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:34 pm
Bailey shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts. She had never witness a power such as this before and it had thrown her off guard. She shook her head, trying not to be rude. The creature standing at her feet had scared her, but its design was incredible. "No, I like it. It just... startled me, that's all." She knelt down and picked up the golem, studying its features. "This is incredible." She let her fingers trail the shape of the golem and couldn't help but look amazed.
"But, how?" She had to ask, curious at how he could manipulate powers to create something like this out of no where.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:17 am
((Sorry, I've been at a loss for what to do in this one, was hoping Anika would post so that I might have more to work with (I didn't miss one did I?)))
Strohm stepped up to the side of the door and motioned outside, trying to politely give everyone else the chance to leave/lead ahead of him. After a moment of giving them this chance, he followed whoever took the offer. He had a smile on his face. It would be interesting with these two, even if he'd only be with them for a short while, if everything went decently. They looked like a man-eating beast that would kill everything and an excited puppy wanting to befriend everything trying to work together. Maybe he'd see something he could laugh at, if he was lucky. "Pick a direction."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 11:58 am
((*looks up from stacks of papers, food and sleep* oh, hey guys. I'll get posts out to everyone here in a bit. I was kinda waiting on Anika's post too, but we'll just move on~
Sorry I've been dead.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:34 pm
Katerina raised a questioning eyebrow at her sisters change in coloring, but said nothing. Instead, she got back to her previous goal. Well, nevermind about the moonshine. Let's go find the room.
((ack! short! sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:26 pm
  Parris looked at Strohm suspiciously, the grin was making him a little more edgy, if that was possible, "I would suggest heading for the abandoned bits of town, where we usually run into their people." Parris gestured for that direction, then tugged at Indigo's sleeve playfully, "And we should probably run from the Institute's men, right?"
Rather suddenly, Parris was having a good time with this whole thing. He wasn't sure why, but he was. It would probably be more fun to chase something, he reflected, a nasty streak of predator's instinct flashing in his mind, but you can't win everything. Parris shifted his stance slightly, adjusting the longsword again, more out of a growing reflexive habit than necessity. "Izzat good?"
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Vlase looked up from his 'meditation' as the two girls left. He shrugged that away and stood once they were gone, making his way back to the daggers and dummy. She had told him that slashes were ineffective, which was true in a sense. Of course, if he didn't want to cause deep, deadly, wounds... slashes were better. And at the point that he was using close-range weapons like this, he didn't want to kill them.
Having contented himself with remembering how to use a bladed weapon like the average person generally had to, Vlase left the training hall in a random wander. He wasn't prone to sitting in one spot too long, and this was starting to drive him mad. Sure, he could leave, but after the incident with Bailey, he wasn't sure that wouldn't mark him as an Institute member. And he didn't need that right now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 11:43 am
Trent sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Ah'm not quite sure myself, it just ah can manipulate stone or rock. To be honest ah'm not quite sure how de science aspects works. ah-ah just have been able to make these guys for quiet sometime, ah guess it's part of my so called 'powers'. “He smiled feeling kinda of glad that praised his piece of work instead the opposite usual answer he'd usually get. "If you'd like you can keep him. He's very friendly; he's like a dog just smaller. Consider him a gift, it's on me. Alright?''
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:17 pm
Indigo (who at this point looked ready to explode), nodded ferevently in regards to what Parris had said. "I was thinking along the same lines. Lets move out." His last words were spoken with what might have been too much conviction. The altered soon took off, making his way swiftly over the ground. Indigo's motions were fluid, and all that could be heard from him, were light scuffling footfalls.
Controlled breathing.
Acute sense.
The wild gleam in his two-toned eyes.
This wasnt the Indigo any passerby (friend or otherwise) would remember.
This was a hunter.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:33 pm
Α ѣ ɨ ɡ ɐ ΐ ɫ ~~Ș ȋ ɬ ɘ ȵ ϯ ɧ ȃ ɴ ɖ
Enter the nightmare I’m one of those bad things…Abigail stood stock still for a moment, listening carefully. She wasn’t particularly fond of tight places but sound traveled slightly better here. There was the mummer of conversation coming down a hallway, which Abigail followed. Peering quickly into the doorway, she affirmed that it wasn’t her target and moved on. The halls were strangely empty, but Abigial decided against going on. Instead she returned to the entrance and tried the next hall and next door when another conversation caught her ears.
She stalked down the third hallway, past a room that smelled strongly of blood and chemicals. Suddenly Abigail stopped and looked back, peering into the room with one quick motions. Of course. Bailely. There wasn’t a hunter that didn’t at least know the face of the leader’s daughter. Ducking out of her line of sight, Abigail considered what to do. Bailey would be a great victory for the Institute, and to foil the other hunters would definitely make Abigail’s day, but should she return without her original target, Abigail wouldn’t be happy either. Besides, it was better not to cause a commotion in the heart of retribution.
Instead, Abigail moved on to the door she had been heading for. There he was. The cocky morph was standing with his lean hard muscles bare, showing off no doubt. Had Abigail not been drained of most emotion, the sight of the conceited Altered would have made her want to puke. But instead, Abigail took note of the second Altered and then turned on her ability, stopping Sam’s ability to be able to change into his dangerous and ferocious dragon form.
Immediately after turning on her ability, Abigail leapt into the room with almost near silence. In two bounds she was at Sam’s neck, a stiff hand reached out to strike him in his throat, ideally knocking the breath out of him.…that happen to good people.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:07 pm
Sam smirked a bit at that and lounged even further on his nice bed-well he considered it nice at least. Again it sure beat the cell. "Well that and of course even they can't resist my oh so charming personality." He cackled then closed his eyes for a moment. Heaving a heavy sigh then he inclined his head slightly, "..But the truth is it was to shut me up. Since they got tired of my games. Doctors and the like are just no fun there at the Institute." His short time of seriousness faded all to quickly after apeaking, and his usual grin reappeared, "Ahhh, love, I've been trying to get here for quite some time. You have Bailey to thank. Though if I hadn't found her we both would probably be back at the Institute by now.." The Shadow mused before glancing towards the door. With his accute hearing he thought he heard footsteps, but tossed that aside; there were other people in this underground sanctuary so of course they were bound to walk around.
The morph's attention was soley focused on the company he had in Ras right now. His eyes opened, expression changing to that of a pleased cat upon hearing her admit to her liking of wine. But before he could make any sort of witty comment something strange settled over him making him sit up out of his laxed position. What is this? Sam could only briefly wonder, because when he blinked there was someone else in the room. And she was trained on him. But he noticed she looked familiar, Institute familiar, causing him to sigh despite the situation that was at hand. "Ras be a dear get out." He murmured, calmly, yet with a slight edge of a command snuck in.
"Well Abby this is a surprise, I didn't expect to be found here of all places. But you certainly go over and beyond in your line of duty." Sam mocked, clapping lightly, after affectivly avoiding the blow. The odd feeling never left him though and that, deep down, made him a little uneasy. He'd seen this girl yes, knew her name, but not of what her abilities were.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 5:03 pm
"I'm not surprised." She muttered bitterly, before cocking an eyebrow, expressing her surprise. "Really? Bailey put herself in that much danger...? I know a lot of you came walking in together-- and there was that injured boy..." an exasperated sigh flung from her lips, and Ras shook her head irritably. "I know the danger cannot be helped sometimes, but her father would be furious if she were taken. We'd have to go to some pretty lengthy pains to get her back...."
The altered girl trailed off, soon falling into a defensive stance after her initial shock. Like Sam, she too had heard the footsteps and ignored them, aware Retribution was home to many. However, Ras' interpretation of those footsteps had soon changed as she watched Sam's gaze shift from herself to the doorway. She had then turned about, her mouth falling open, so as to resembled a goldfish. Growing up at the institute, Abigal had been she and Indigo's senior. Although it took a few unnerving moments to recognize her, Ras soon overcame the surprise.
In the next few seconds she would remain silent. Ras would ignore Sam's order for her to leave, and instead swiftly and silently cross the room. Assuming Abby had not at this point turned around, Ras would embrace the woman in a full-nelson. The goal would be to arrest either arm in such a way that either would be held above her head, only capable of awkward, unhelpful movements. If this plan should fail, it would be likely for Ras to adopt plan B-- her throwing knives.
Assuming her foe had not turned, and her exploit was succsusful, Ras would whisper, "Trespassers aren't welcomed here Abigal Silenthand."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:06 pm
Ava and Katerina had almost reached the room that they were pretty sure Ras and Sam were in, when Ava heard the commotion. A fight? Already? This'll be good. Ava didn't know what Katerina was thinking, but she was pretty sure that they had the same idea. Want to go check in on the lovely couple?
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:26 pm
((Edit- I didn't realize that Toxias had Abigal's ability turned on, so I had Katerina use telepathy. Mistake has been fixed!))
Katerina nodded to to Ava's proposition, with a faint smile on her face. Then, as soon as it came, the smile dissapeared. My telepathy doesn't work!. Katerina had a look of sheer panic on her face. Anyone who really knew her knew that this was a sign on apocalyptic levels. I'd be willing to bet that Sam's being hunted by the Institute! Neither Sam nor Ras has the ability to block other Altered abilities, so be prepared to do your best Theodore Rosevelt impression.
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