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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 4:03 pm
Rhine-Ruhr, Germany
Metahumanism; the popular central european ideal which presents Metahumans as the evolved, and supperior form of humanity. This ideal is the core of Zahn, a fascist movement which has swept across the axis nations. Rhine-Ruhr, now the capital of the Allied German States, has become the home base of Zahn, and the center for Zahn's military and political interests. It is one of the few places on earth in which Trolls and Elves alike can sit in a tavern and talk openly, without becoming wary of attracting unwanted human attention. All Metahumans stand on equal ground, and racism is not tolerated, unless directed towards the "Remnant"; the name by which followers of Zahn address humans. Sprawling cities are decorated with graphic graffiti, side by side with Zahn propaganda with powerful images and messages. The government has collapsed, and leaders of the Zahn movement have taken control of the city. Now, metahumans are slowly gathering to the lawless city, which is growing in power and arms. Rumors have spread across europe, as the Zahn military is mobilizing against openly Humanist and enemy nations, replacing government officials with Zahn loyalists.
Europe is crumbling under the iron jaw of Zahn.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:23 pm
Iluday uses a combination of dense air and updrafts to slow his fall as he drops to the ground from the 5th floor of the building he'd just left. He slowly floats down to the ground, watching for anybody in the vicinity as he tries to discern which way he'd come from. He takes to casting a few magic spells to help him escape before making his way out of town. First, he builds a small cover of air to cover his body, to keep a vacuum from affecting it. Next, he builds up a concentration of oxygen to take with him, so that he could breathe. Finally, he clears all the air out of his way on his escape route-ALL OF IT. He'd have to just hope noone else was caught in it. By moving all the air out of the way, he could minimize air resistance, and therefore, move much faster. He takes off down the street, making his way through the route that he'd determined when scouting the town.
As he finally gets out of the town, he releases all the spells he'd cast and sits down to take a rest. Using magic like this could be tiring! Now he just had to get back across the border and he'd be home-free. Fortunately, he had a contact at the border that'd let him across when he got there, and he even had a place to stay once he got across.
Iluday had been working at this for the past sixth months now. His client had asked him to cause disruption in the southern towns of the Allied German States. His client wanted him to distract the Zahn military forces for some reason or another, and Iluday had been doing just that. Usually, he caused a lot more trouble than this, but he hadn't felt creative tonight, so he just robbed a couple of the richer citizens, caused general destruction, and fled town. He did feel a little bad about what he'd been doing, but he had a client to work for, and it was in his general interest, since Zahn was poised to spill into his country. Iluday stands up, yawning, and, ready to go again, makes for the border.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 5:54 pm
As Iluday finally reaches the border, the first thing he notices is the amount of movement going on; the border was never this active. He calls up a defensive spell to respond to a noise behind him, only to be cracked over the back of the head with something very blunt. He doens't even get a good look at his attacker as his body sinks to the ground slowly, hitting it with a sickening thud, and he falls into a state of unconsciousness.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 6:07 pm
Iluday slowly comes to a groggy consciousness in a cell of some sort, probably deep within one of Zahn's cities. He tries to sit up, but his arms are bound behind him, preventing movement, and he quickly finds he is gagged as well. This was overdoing it for a normal human, but Iluday couldn't use magic if he couldn't speak or move. Rolling over, he brings himself to a kneeling position to at least get a better look at his surroundings. It's now daytime outside, and the barred window let's a little light into the cell, but it is mostly very dark inside. He lays back against the wall, waiting, since he is temporarily at an impasse.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 6:40 pm
Iluday lays in his cell, kind of struggling against his bonds, but had in truth, given up long ago. He can hear someone coming down the hall towards him, probably whoever was in charge, but just as he is about to sit up and prepare for the worse, a hole appears below him, and falls into it, though is caught by someone below. His bonds are quickly cut as the hole closes above him, and he looks around through the darkness to attempt to see whether he's been saved, or is in worse trouble now than before. However, they take off down the tunnel, and Iluday follows them without question, his fear of being underground and close spaces speeding his retreat. The addition of the tunnel closing behind him speeds his flight, and though he knows it's probably the work of a Solids mage, he can't control his fear. He finally reaches the end along with the rest of the group, and they surface into a large room with couches all around. Skiiy climbs out of the hole along with his rescuers, and it close behind him. He stands up and brushes himself off, then calls to mind a number of possible needed spells, ready to use them in preparation for the worst.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 2:46 pm
Iluday looks around the room at the colorful crowd of people who traverse it, going about their various business. He turns to the man who appears to be the leader of the band that had just rescued him. "Thanks for the save, but, er, who are you, where am I, and why did you bother?"
Before the man can answer, a door on the side of the room leading outside is blasted down, and a group of what appear to be men in SWAT-type uniforms toting guns burst into the room. "Rhine-Ruhr Human Resistance Forces, you are all under arrest, surrender immediately." Iluday dives for cover as the bullets spray across the room, mowing down his saviors. Binding together the molecules in the air using mana bonds, he creates a large shield, capable of stopping the bullets coming at him.
Iluday gets up, putting the shield between himself and the assault team, and charges at the nearby wall, building a large fist out of air in the same way he'd made the shield. He bashes through the wall with the fist, and dashes through the opening, escaping into the alley. He retreats deep within the bowels of the city, worrying only about fleeing. He does feel a bit guildty about the fate befalling those that had put themselves on the line for him, but they'd known the dangers of rescuing him, and hopefully, enough had escaped that they'd be able to avenge their fallen.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:14 pm
((Let me warn you in advance, I am totally unsure of my usage of magic in this post, I know I got the flying right, though, since I just explained the solidifying of air in the last couple of posts, I didn't explain it well. It is in fact the second part, with the active camoflauge, that I am unsure of. This ability should be in my jurisdiction as a Gas mage, but still...))
Iluday continues to flee into the city, wondering what to do next. He couldn't afford to get caught again, they'd make sure he wouldn't be able to leave. Going across the country was out of question, too much risk, so it was either France or the Twin Kingdoms, and since France would require a border crossing, the Twin Kingdoms it is. Fortunately, he has a couple of spells ready for just such an occasion. Both are tiring, and he'll have to sleep it off for like a day after using them over such an extended period of time, but they'd get the job done.
Both are a manipulation of the air molecules around his body. The first involves solidifying the air around his body, much as he has done in the past, except around his mouth and nose, because breathing solid air can be...difficult? The second spell is a much more difficult and refined spell than he was used to using. By changing the way the individual molecules reflect light, he can make it to where he is virtually invisible, blending perfectly with his surroundings. It becomes more difficult if his surroundings are changing often, but since he'll have mostly constant surroundings, it should be easier. He lifts the solidified air, and his body with it, into the air, and begins moving it in a northwestern direction, making for the Twin Kingdoms.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 1:22 pm
Sergei's stylish clothes rustled a bit in the breeze from the hilltop near the border between the Allied German States and what was left of Asia. He smirked a bit, the cold steely blue eyes glittering as he began to descend the mass.
He knew he probably would not be welcome, due to the Zahn movement, but he cared not. He had to cross through if he was to meet with other awakened humans, as had been his aim for some time now. He hadn't really wanted companions before, but now he felt rather alone, being a freak to those without powers, yet not fitting in with the demihuman types.
He had donned a marine blue hooded cloak, and he slipped the hood over his head and continued traveling, his chic leather shoes not making a sound on the grass.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 4:39 pm
Min strolled down a narrow street, her hooves ringing against the worn cobblestones. It was far from a good part of town, but the houses had decent sized back gardens, and after she'd knocked down a few fences it was quite suitable. For a city, in any-case. Swishing her long tail slightly in annoyance, Min ducked through the entrance of a rundown home that looked only a step away form falling over.
An appearance she wanted to maintain, though she'd done some major repairs since moving in. The upper-floor was bare, as she disliked both stairs and upper-floors with only wood to support one's self. The main floor didn't look like much, as she'd left the entry hall much as she'd found it. However once you were into the house a new picture emerged. The floor was well swept and recently washed, and what little furniture was clean and well kept. The kitchen had been overhauled, and now had a wood burning stove that was raised a bit higher than a human would find comfortable. Doorways and ceilings had been raised to more than ten feet, to accommodate Min's 7 foot height, and her dislike to overly closed spaces.
Finally, the next house over and several yards had been enclosed. In this new field about a dozen horses grazed and stood about. Most of them had been sent to her for training, and mental shaping. With tech not being what it had been Min knew those that didn't already have four legs would need them for transport. And who better to train horses for metahumans than she, a Centaur?
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 1:43 pm
Daniel ripped another chunk out of the stale bread in his hand, his jaws beginning to hurt with the effort of chewing it. He sat, back leaning against the non-descript brick wall of some building or another, a recently donated blanket wrapped around his body for warmth. Why didn't he think to pack a sweater? It then occurred to him that he always used to ruin the sweaters his parents would buy him for Christmas by spilling some chemical or another all over their sleeves, which is why he had instead opted to bring his long protective gloves. Daniel suddenly forced the thought out of his mind, memories of his family at Christmas time being too painful for him to think of right now. Yet, as he sat eating on the streets of Hanover, five months and hundreds of miles away from his parents, missing them seemed unavoidable. He still remembered exactly what he'd written on that suicide note...how he was going to drown himself in the river for a reason they would never understand. The current had run wild ever since the apocalypse and Dani rationalized it would be impossible, even for metahuman investigators to find a body in the hungry waters. Not that Zahn's enforcers would give a damn about another missing remnant.
A small bead of ice dropped down Daniel's cheek, and he cursed himself under his breath. His powers always acted up when he got emotional like this. His powers: his damnable, hedonistic, satanic, pagan, god-forsaken powers! What had he done to be afflicted with them? Of course, his life as a remnant wasn't perfect, but Daniel still cherished it. Sitting with his parents on either side of him in the ghetto, reading him the tales of their ancestors: Genesis, The Psalms, Tales of God, and his son, the saviour, who would deliver all mortals from evil...There was no God. There couldn't be, not if something like this could happen to him. This was the attitude Daniel had adopted ever since his fifteenth birthday, when his metahuman nature first started to show itself. If there were a God, where was he when the Zahn came to pillage his village and beat his neigbours? Where was the great martyr at the end of the world? He'd refused to show his face. There would be no redemption for mankind, instead, all humans would be forced to remain and endure this hell on earth. All that he knew about the world from books, everything he'd learned, was a sham...everything that is, except science. Science was never mean or uncaring, science never punished, never played favourites: science just was. So it became clear to Daniel that this was his new life's calling, the exploration of the divine mysteries of life through the scientific method.
It was funny. At times, Daniel was almost grateful for his powers. His ability to boil or freeze liquids at will were extraordinarily useful when conducting certain experiments, and his newfound control of liquid particles had given him a new understanding of how the very structure of liquid molecules reacts under acidic and basic conditions. Not only were their scientific benefits, but social ones as well...when he was a remnant, travel around Rhine-Rhur was almost impossible, but now, as a metahuman, Daniel found he could journey to, or hide, virtually anywhere. A blessing or a curse...perhaps his powers were both at the same time. However, regardless of his powers, as a human sypathizer in the heart of Zahn rule, Daniel knew Rhine-Rhur would not be a safe place to exist much longer. He would need to find a ship or a convoy that would carry him out of this country to someplace where he could seclude himself, and devote the rest of his life to research and experimentation.
Wrapping the bread the full way back into its wax paper covering, and stuffing it into the outside pouch of his rucksack, Daniel began to walk up the street, draping the blanket around himself for warmth as he travelled north. Eventually, he reasoned, he'd get to the sea. Then perhaps maybe he could stow himself away on a ship to anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 9:50 pm
There was a bar in a quiet-run down part of town, not far form Min's. It was well known to all the meta's who lived nearly in the city, but not quite within it. The area was home to a few diffrent metahumans, but mostly trolls. Min tolerated them, and they her. But if she had to run one more off her horse head, blood would be spilt. Besides them there was the odd elf who popped by, and tonight a Dwarf as well.
Min was well settled in at a rounded table with her back to the corner of the room. In arraged around the table were a few of the more pleasant trolls and the dwarf. Their card game was in full swing, and while she wasn't winning Min was breaking even, so far. The card's weren't what mattered anyway. The current disscussion was over the reminent, and whether or not those humans who had the power were part of it.
Over the bad beer, curses and smoke it should have been hard to make one's self clear. But tonight is wasn't, for whatever reason. The orc sitting directly accross of Min thought that the reminet should all be killed off, and soon. This was unitll Min brought up slaves and their uses. The Dwarf didn't seem to much care, although that could have been because he was too drunk to see past the cards. The other orcs seemed to have varrying options, that ranged from killling the reminent outright, to mealry killin all the usesless ones, to enslaving all or most of them.
Min on the other hand had a rather diffrent thought. She was argueing, carefully, that the reminent that had powers were in fact meta humans, much as they themselves. This had to be done with a great deal of care, and she didn't want to push the idea. Plant a seed and let it grow. Then get the hell away. If nothing else it amused her for an evening. She had little enough of that, between a neighborhood of trolls, and keeping her live stock form them.
Besides, she really didnt mind humans, whatever Zahn said about them. However she wasnt anywhere near stupid enogh to go shouting it in the streets.
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