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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:21 pm
There's a lot of crime in the large city of Normson, and villains run rampant in the streets. The police are doing all they can to stop this tyranny, but they can only do so much before they need help. The mayhem doesn't usually mess with the lives of the citizens very much, at least not directly, but there's an outcry that lets them know that it has to stop, and soon, before it gets even more out of hand. There are three main parts to the city. The central square, which is the large middle portion, and where most of the crime takes place. The low security East, where the lower-class lives. This is where much of the low-brow crime takes place. And finally, the West of Normson, where only the richest, or higher-middle-class reside. Crime here is only committed by the most insidious of criminals that feel they can brave the high security.
This is where heros are needed. People with secret identities willing to risk their lives carelessly for a city that either adores them, or curses them for the collateral damage they cause during their exploits. Where are all the heroes? That's where you come in.
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GO GO GO!
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:11 am
Name: Algar Gladwyn
Superhero name: Immortalus
General stuff: Male, looks 26 and is actually 176
Powers: A powerful sorcerer capable of a wide range of magic
Personality: A cool cat until he gets flustered and has no ideas about how to interact with other people, was very sheltered and never allowed to experience the outside world. Also rather blunt without meaning to be.
Mini-Bio: A Sorcerer born into an isolationist clan he was born and raised learning magic. After a few tragic events took place he was left with his infant son and a forced, undoable immortality spell placed on him.
Weaknesses: Any spell he casts affects him as well (i.e a memory spell will eat away at his own memory and his opponents)
Appearance: Long black hair to his mid-back that he keeps in a braid with bangs that are chin length, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He stands at 5'11 and works at a run down second hand book shop he owns.
Super-Appearance: Hair in a high ponytail held by a silver clip and yellow eyes. A tight bodysuit in black with billowy sleeves and a large silver I across his chest. Silver boots that stop just below the knee and a cloak that's black on the outside and silver inside. A silver clasp holding his cloak in place and a matching silver belt.
Name: Jori Gladwyn
General stuff: Male, looks 14 and is actually 153 years old
Powers: As a half immortal from his fathers side he has very potent though untrained abilities in magic. He ages one year for every eleven that pass.
Personality: An introvert who loves stillness and silence and pleasing his father, is perfectly content to be sequestered away to study magic.
Mini-Bio: The half immortal son of Algar who was birthed on his mothers death bed. He loves and respects his father, though questions his decision to become a superhero but happily takes care of his and his father's book shop.
Weaknesses: As he is only half immortal he can be killed while his father cannot, half immortality only slowed his aging rate.
Appearance: Black hair bound in a short ponytail and green eyes dominated by flecks of yellow. Wears long sleeved loose black shirts with a v-neck and tight black pants with light brown boots. Has various gold magic enhancing items and always carries a spell book to study. Stands at 5'6
Name: Emile Goddard
Villain name: Merrikh
General stuff: Male, looks 29 and is actually 176
Powers: Just as powerful a magician as Algar, but with a thirst for black magic and the added ability to steal another persons power for a short time
Personality: The bitter brother of the woman sacrificed to give Algar his immortality he now seeks to kill Algar and the rest of the magic community.
Mini-Bio: Emile loved his sister above everything else, and was driven to darkness upon her untimely death. He developed a taste for black magic in his quest to destroy anything magical.
Weaknesses: Sometimes has trouble controlling the powers he steals, and if he takes to many powers he will be killed because of the overload.
Appearance: Black shoulder blade length hair shot through with gleaming silver and grey-blue eyes. Always wears formal clothing. Stands at an even 6'
Super-Appearance: Not yet decided
Name: Khalidah Nejem
Superhero name: Immortalia
General stuff: Female, 17
Powers: A girl with an affinity for magic that she is training to use and the added ability of being a human voodoo doll
Personality: Outgoing, bullheaded impulsive teenage girl with a drive that refuses to allow her to give up
Mini-Bio: A juvenile delinquent kicked out of her parent's house she wandered the streets until she was spotted by Algar. She now lives with Algar and Jori in the magically expanded apartment above the book shop.
Weaknesses: She needs something from the person she's trying to curse with her voodoo doll powers and without the spells that Algar casts on her would die from the wounds she gets using that ability very quickly
Appearance: Short black hair and a dark tan with honey brown eyes and a permanent grin.
Super-Appearance: A black shirt with the same silver I that Algar has, a silver belt and black short shorts over a pair of black leggings that go to her knees. Black and silver converse shoes that match the robe she wears, black on the outside, silver inside like Algar.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:48 am
Name: Remmington Princeton Demilo
Superheroname: Tox-sick
General stuff: Male, 16, blood type AB.
Powers: The ability to control gasses. From methane, to laughing gas.. basically anything in gas form.
Personality: As Remmington: Quiet, jumpy, goody-goody, worry-wart, obedient, loyal, nervous, intelligent, polite, easily offended, kind-hearted. Poor Social skills all around, and very sheltered. As Tox-sick: Outgoing, loud, intelligent, forceful at times, cocky at times, argumentative, kind, loyal, strong sense of justice.
Mini-Bio: Born into an upper-middle-class family, he was sheltered from all of the harshness of the outside world. He was home-schooled, not allowed to watch TV, not allowed to do much of anything that kids should be able to do. All he focused on were his studies, and making his parents proud, however little they were around. One day, his Grandfather Reginald ("Reggy") passed away from lung cancer, and left his old mansion to the Demilo family in his will. Reggy was always a comic-lover, and when Remmington found his collection, he was instantly hooked. He found a secret passageway into the inner basements of the house, and learned that his grandfather was killed by toxic gasses from the pipes below. However, unlike his grandfather, his body could take the toxins, and regenerated after his sudden death, giving him the power over gasses. He had his doubts about being a super-hero... up until a super-powered alien crash-landed into his backyard.
Weaknesses: He's not very strong, and not very fast, so that can hurt him where his gas doesn't help him. He's also weak in places with a lack of oxygen, due to the gas moving slowly there.
Appearance: Short, well-kept dark green hair, falling over his deep brown eyes. Wears large glasses, and dresses like a typical geek, with sweater vests and what not. 5"5. Very white skin from staying inside most of his days.
Super-Appearance: Dark green hair that comes out behind his head in many points, gelled up, though still over his eyes. Bright green eyes, which are prescription contacts. Black unitard with a toxic-waste symbol on the front in lime green. Black and green jacket, with dark grey gloves up past his elbows. Black and green running shoes. A utility belt filled with canisters that contain different gasses. A skull container contains the gas that changed him, and it can kill, so he doesn't use it unless he needs to.
Name: Braccheus Sarkoff (renamed Odin James by Remmington)
Superhero name: Dust
General stuff: Male, looks 24 in human years, but is Poftrint knelkops. (XD)
Powers: Super strength, super endurance, super energy, and the power of force. He can punch the air, and send the force of his attack at his opponent. The dust particles in the air catch the attack and make it glow yellow.
Personality: Cruel, harsh, disagreeable, crude, easily annoyed, stubborn, selfish, loves amusement parks. Hates all of humankind, but hates the villains more.
Mini-Bio: Born on the planet Jeybiten, he was raised to be a fighter. His planet is full of cruel rules, and no one is considered an adult until they've killed an enemy. The planet revolves around military strength, and brutality. The weak get left behind, or outright slaughtered. He was ranked a general on this planet, but one day, he left. Something set him off, and he realized how horrible his world truly was. He abandoned his military place, and made his way on is battle-cruiser to Earth, a planet he had studied about. He knew of its languages, and he knew of its amusement parks (which intrigued him), but he despised the humans for their similarly selfish ways to his planet. Still, lesser of two evils, and whatnot. However, he didn't expect not to be able to breathe the air of earth, and was only able to survive with the help of Remmington. Remmington provides him with life and a place to stay, so long as he agrees not to kill all humans, and use his powers for good instead. He still has a hard time not just killing everyone though.
Weaknesses: He's weak without Remmington, due to the air he needs from him. He also loses energy rapidly if a wound is deep enough, and needs to constantly convert things into energy.
Appearance: He is made up entirely of energy on the inside, but looks like a human on the outside, apart from the yellow symbols that glow on him when he fights. He has a brand on his back that signifies his old role as a general (the bigger the role, the bigger the brand. They'd need to be able to take it if they were in that position in the first place). He slashed down the end of it with a blade to announce his quitting, and both the scar, and the brand mark glow when he fights. He usually wears tight-fitting tops that let him move his arms freely, and jeans for pants. Brown boots that go halfway up to his calf for shoes. He's 6"2, blonde with short hair, and scowling brown eyes. he's decently built, with big muscles.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:32 am
It had been a month since the accident, and Remmington was finally getting used to the aftermath. Sitting alone in the small basement room his grandfather did his research in, he read over the third journal in the stack of many that would reveal to him what had happened. It was only three months ago that they'd moved into the mansion. At first, Remmington though it was far too spacious for a family of three, but he got used to it overtime. On the first month, Remmington found a box of old comic-books, left by his deceased grandfather. He secretly read them when his parents were off to work, and his tutor was gone as well. He knew what would happen if he spoke a word about the comics to his family, and he couldn't part with them. Super-heroes, villains, the worlds they resided in... the powers they had... it was too good to give up! He felt bad about keeping secrets from his mom and dad, but a little reading wouldn't hurt... would it?
He was almost done the series, when a note in one of the pages of a comic caught his eye. It had directions in the house on how to get somewhere that wasn't on the floor plan. Following the instructions word for word, Remmington had found a secret passage. It took him three days to work up enough nerve to go inside, but when he did, he was left in awe. It was huge, and beautiful! A stone basement that no one but him knew about. A large hallway corridor filled with pillars lined the first room, leading to several other rooms. It was like the whole basement was its own house. A kitchen with a wood stove, a working bathroom, three bedrooms, and a drawing room where his Grandfather's journals and more comic books were. Excitement and fear consumed him, but Remmington continued... unknowingly walking into the very place that was the cause of his grandfather's death. He spent all of his time alone in the hidden basement, reading comics and studying for his home-schooling. He even began to read through the journals his grandfather left. Happily, he learned of how dedicated the old man was to super-heroes, and how he wished to be one himself. However, the journal entries also began to describe the man's growing sickness, and as Remmington read, he realized that he was gradually feeling the same way. The pipes that lined the basement were busted, and excreting a toxic gas into the whole chamber. Remmington's Grandfather became aware of this, and knew he was too far gone to survive. With panic, he knew that he would be another casualty to the murderous gas. Still, he found out too late, and on the end of the second month, he died in the room of the hidden basement.
Strangely enough, death only lasted until the next day. Remmington woke up, feeling refreshed, as if waking from a long nap. He knew he'd died. There was no denying that fact....and yet... here he was, breathing. Turning back to the journals, Remmington found the answers to his questions. His Grandfather was too old, and his body couldn't be revived by the gasses fast enough. He met his end. Remmington was young enough that the gasses revived him, circulating in his system until he was one with them. It wasn't long before he realized that they'd not only killed and revived him, but brought him back with the power to control them. Through more reading and tests, he came to know that he could control all gasses! Those distant dreams of becoming a super-hero were coming true! And yet.... he was still too terrified to try. What would his parents say? He could die! His powers weren't even very helpful! It was all just a mess.
So there he was, reading about the possibilities of his powers through the journals of his dead grandpa. He was sure to check the clock so that he could be in bed before his parents checked up on him. Over-protective as they were, they still spent much of their time out of the house working. It was easy to time out their schedules to his. With a sigh, he placed the journal down, book-marking his page with his lamented inch-worm bookmark before heading out of the basement. He liked to call it his "Solitude Fortress of Stone", just for giggles, though he had no friends to giggle about it with. Adjusting his glasses, he walked upright until he reaches his bedroom, perfectly in order as he'd left it. The nightly routine was made a success, and he went to close the curtains, only to pause when he saw a shooting star. "Hmmm...shooting star. Maybe I should make a wish." he mumbled quietly, voice cracking slightly near the end. With a yawn, he focused on the sky. I wish that I could be a super-hero... He turned from the window, turning back for a moment when yellow light filled his room through the opening. The entire house shook as the shooting star met impact in his backyard. Landing flat on the floor, he was on his way to getting his wish...ready or not.
((summary! Grandpa died, he went to the mansion, found the comics, found the basement, died, gas revived him, not nerve to be a super-hero, wished on a star, star crashed into his backyard. Aaaand scene XD))
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:41 am
Algar, Jori and Khalidah all startled badly when they felt a powerful presence explode into existence in their awareness of all things supernatural. They were all puttering around their second hand book store when it hit. Algar stumbled behind the counter and Jori dropped the armload of books he'd been shelving. Khalidah merely winced because of her untrained skills from where she was crouched in the back of the store, reorganizing a shelf.
"Father, what could that possibly have been?" Jori asked groggily from his seat on the floor.
"I have no idea. Hopefully whoever it is means the world no harm." Algar called back.
"Even if it isn't, we can handle it, no prob." Khalidah said with a grin as she put the books away.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:55 am
The first thought that flew through Remmington's mind was something along the lines of 'what'd I do?!'. He lay flat on his chest for a moment, staring holes into the carpet that smooshed his face. With hesitation, he sat up, smoothing out his hair and the tie that hung from his plain white t-shirt. Shakily, he approached the window. Smoke and dirt clouded his entire backyard, and even though he was on the second floor of the building, the clouds from the star make him cough, and brought small tears to his eyes. He wasn't sure what sort of crazy thoughts were going through his head, but before he knew it, he was unlocking the black metal gate to the backyard, and running through the smoke and dust to whatever it was that made such a loud crash. Remmington froze in place when the silhouette of something enourmous started to hobble towards him. He couldn't make a sound, or even a movement. Out from the smoke stepped a man, wearing what looked like torn and destroyed battle armor. He was staggering over, a yellow glow surrounding him like an aura from an angel. Remmington was in utter awe. Superman just crashed in my backyard... He hesitantly stepped forward a step toward the man.
Outreaching a hand through his blurred vision, he saw what he believed to be a human child. His legs were no longer supporting him, and he as light-headed. For some reason, it became harder and harder to breathe as the smoke from around him clear. He felt the light touch of the blur that looked human a moment ago. "Yeadsurt Meyet!" he cursed, collapsing to the ground as more and more energy escaped him.
"Oh good lord!" Remmington exclaimed as superman collapsed. "I KILLED SUPERMAN!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:10 am
"Nevertheless, this is an opportunity to practice your scrying. Leave your work and attend to your protection spells and find whatever arrived." Algar said, casting his own quick spell on the glass of the counter in front of him. He frowned at the sight of the boy and the alien emerging from the meteorite but resolved not to interfere as the alien collapsed. "I know what landed so you cannot cheat."
"Aw! No! Scrying is booooring!" Khalidah protested as she stacked the books neatly for reshelving later.
"But a necessary part of training." Jori sniped back as he stacked his books and made his way toward the door to the "storage room".
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:24 am
Remmington did all that he could possibly think to do. He ran in circles, hyperventilated, weakly called out for help, and almost passed out. When it became apparent to him that superman wasn't going to hurt him in the state he was currently in, his nerves finally began to calm, and he observed the clearness of his once black-with-smoke backyard. Nothing remained of what superman had landed on but a pile of melted garbage. The only thing that really survived the crash was superman himself, and a familiar gas that filled the air. It was a shock for Remmington to take a closer look at superman, seeing that the source of the yellow light from before came from a symbol on the man's muscular back, and several gashes along the rest of his beat-up body. It was unclear to him why he felt such pity from seeing this strange, alien man, dying on his lawn, but he knew he had to help him.
It was not an easy task to haul the man's limp body onto a rusty wheel barrow. Trial and error left Remmington sweaty, exhausted, and covered in dirt, but he'd successfully lifted the alien onto the make-shift stretcher. Superman no longer seemed to be a fitting name, when he thought hard about it. This man had blonde hair, and was wearing armor. Superman had been sent to earth as an infant, raised by the Kents who were a loving couple of farmers. "Mom and Dad will freak if they see him!!" Remmington gasped. Grudgingly, he wheeled the heavy behemoth of a man into his house, and down into one of the bedrooms of his "Solitude Fortress of Stone". Exhausted, and knowing that his parents would be home any minute, Remmington decided that he would leave the alien in his basement for the night. There wasn't anything he could do to help him other than what he'd done. Besides, a dead alien was less dangerous than a living one, however much Remmington hoped the man would survive.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:28 am
Khalidah and Jori both came out of their trances at the same moment, both casting the beginners scrying spell on the bowls of water they both sat in front of.
"I got a geek with a corpse...." Khalidah said, blinking confusedly at her bowl.
Jori remained silent for a moment "...so did I."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:41 am
Name: Tami
Superhero: i am TAMI
General stuff: 17, Female
Powers: She is a mortal superhero, knows how to imbue minor demonic or angelic magic in her weapons. She has vast knowledge of technology, she can hack computers,build and take things apart. Commonly uses a different array of guns and rocket launcher slung over her back. She rides on a very heavy duty motorbike that looks like its been build from truck parts, and is very fast. She is agile and quick, almost inhumanly. She so has a number of gadgets that are very simple( like the bat belt , grappling hook,knives, explosives, radio, oof i cant name all of them right now its too late @.@)
Personality: She has a good sense of judgement however her heroic characters lacks in the ideals of politeness. She enjoys raising hell on the streets to the people she thinks deserve it. She is very sarcastic and its almost impossible to tell if she being serious or not. She can be ill tempered but only if she wants to be,which isn't often.
Mini-Bio: She got tossed from a much more dangerous parallel universe and is searching for the creature who caused this mishap. She can often be found nearby computer shops convincing customers to let her fix their computers for a quick buck as she has no home.
Weaknesses:She's only human if she isn't careful she can easily just get squished.
Appearance: 5'6 White hair and brown eyes. She is very pale and wears a black coat with one sleeve cut off. On her left shoulder is a tattoo of a star, and her pants is full of patchwork. She constantly wears a pair of headphones on her head and is often blaring music. She wear steel-toe boots
Name: The Avatar of Chaos
villain name: Anarchy
General stuff: Ageless, no sex
Personality: Chaotic, chaos is his greatest joy and he will cause as much of its as he can no matter the level.
Powers: He can change his shape ,however his colours stay the same. he can change into just about anything, but his personal favourites is unstable mutation,crow, and his humanoid form. If a piece of him is devoured or enters the body of another they begin to mutate and gain weird powers of their own (usually reflected by their personalities), however this normally makes people insane this usually only happens by accident . His body cannot be harmed by anything and can either be solid or liquid, and some cases gas (although he doesn't appreciate that when it happens). When he escapes he usually takes form of an animal.
Mini-Bio: His tinkering in his own parallel world led him to piss of Azreal who thought it might be funny to send anarchy to another dimension, however just for kicks anarchy took Tami with him while she was yelling curses at him the whole way down.
Weaknesses: He has a Superman weakness, only pure metals can nullify his powers and nearly kill him.
Appearance: He will always have purple or black skin with a lighter purple or black hair colour. He has bright red eyes that seem to glow and black pointed jagged teeth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:52 am
The next day was both luckily a Saturday, and unluckily a Saturday. Saturdays meant no home-school, and meant that Remmington got a day to study, and do what he wanted. That would mean that he would be free for the day to read comic books, or work on his algebra, or nurse an alien man back to life. He was terrified to try it, but his pity for the poor alien wouldn't let him leave the guy to die. As soon as he was sure that his parents were gone Remmington raided the first-aid cabinet of half of its contents, and stole away into his fortress. The hardest part about treating the alien's wounds was that he had no clue what he was doing. Human anti-septic had no sure way of healing something inhuman. What's more, the burnt armor the man wore was hard to remove to get to the injuries, and Remmington was too squeamish to even think to remove anything from the giant's lower half.
Luckily, whatever part of the man that was glowing before seemed to dim as the alien breathed easier. Remmington had patched him up the best he could, emptying the antiseptic bottle in the process, and covering the alien in a poor-bandage job. He assumed that he was helping. With a sigh of relief, Remmington prepared to make himself, and maybe the alien, something to eat. He turned, only to be tugged back with great force by a large, strong hand. A hardly audible cry escaped his lips as he saw himself face to face with the alien he'd tried to help.
Braccheus glared at the first thing his eyes beheld upon waking up. He was no longer outside, but he was sure that he was still on the planet earth. Earth... a planet full of the most wasteful, cruel, selfish, lowly scum of the universe, only beaten in malice by the two planets he had come to know far better. He held firmly to the human boy's weak, frail arm. "Tesimfa Retciff!" he demanded, shaking the boy lightly. "Tesimfa!!"
Remmington stuttered quietly, not able to reply, not even able to stand on his shaking legs. He took a deep breath. "Do... you come in...p-p-p-peace?" he stuttered, fearing for his life.
"What are you babbling about?" Braccheus replied. He understood the language, due to studying it on his home planet, but such a phrase sounded nonsensical, and moronic to him. He released his grip on the pathetic human. "I come from Jeybiten."
A laugh snuck out of Remmington at the sound of the alien speaking English. "Heh... heh heh... you know... English." he said, voice unintentionally hitting many octaves as it cracked.
Braccheus sat up in the strangely soft bed he'd been placed in. He took in his surroundings, then looked at his own body and the poor mending that had been done to it. "Loathsome fool." he spat. "I'm leaving."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:05 am
Tami was raising hell in the lowest neighbor hood in the town. She was tearing through the slums like a demon on two wheels. She has scared many thugs half to death making them dance as she shot at their feet.No police man pulled her over for she outran them on her bike and used clever ally ways to drive through. She would never kill anyone, but she had no problems making them feel the pain if they had wronged another person.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:12 am
Algar yawned so widely his jaw cracked as he pulled on one of his favourite, thick, turtleneck sweaters in a nice deep shade of blue. He watche Jori pull on a lighter blue long sleeved shirt, a black t-shirt and a sweater on, then Kahlidah do much the same thing. That was a quirk Sorcerers had, every single one was almost constantly chilled. Magic took up so much energy even when it wasn't being used their bodies had very little left over. Sorcerers in general were also very big eaters and very late sleepers. Which was why the bookstore didn't open until two in the afternoon he supposed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:35 am
It was a week ago that he said he was leaving, and yet, here he was, sitting in that same room, wearing a men's tank-top that just barely fit over his muscular chest, and a pair of jeans that were just as snug. Braccheus had made a discovery upon trying to leave the weakling boy... or Remmington as he'd been telling him to call him. The air outside of the basement he stayed in wasn't breathable to him. The only way he'd been able to leave the basement at all was if Remmington was with him, using his strange powers to keep a constant circulation of the proper air. Not only did the boy's constant questions irritate him, but also the obsessed he seemed to have with 'super-heroes'. "Humans or in-humans who fight crime in order to save their worthless homes."
"Our homes aren't worthless!" Remmington argued. "They mean a lot to us. I know that your home wasn't very great, but you shouldn't insult other peoples'." he wagged his finger at Braccheus. Surprisingly enough, a week was all it took for him to be somewhat comfortable with the alien general. He was crude, yes, but a friend was a friend, and this was his first. "Please? At least consider my idea? I think you would be a great super-hero!" he beamed, smiling brightly.
"I will do whatever it is I have to in order to repay my debt to you for sustaining my life." Braccheus spoke, eyes down-turned a moment before he glared up at Remmington. "That doesn't include saving this city from criminals while wearing tights!"
"You don't have to wear tights." Remmington said, wide eyes staring at his alien friend through his large glasses. "Now I'm going to go to go out and get you some more clothes, and maybe some comic books for myself. Stay put here." he went to the door to leave.
"You say that as if I have a choice." Braccheus muttered as the annoying lower-life-form left.
Remmington headed out to find a store, bringing along a back pack full of the necessary provisions, and a map to help guide him. This was probably the first time he'd been out on his own, and he was pretty sure that his parents would panic if they found out he wasn't in the house. He was jumpy as ever, thinking that at any moment, someone would pull a knife on him or something, so he walked quickly into the first store he saw, bumping clumsily into a magazine stand. He fumbled with it a little, but managed to catch it before it had a chance to fall, and heaved a sigh of relief.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:08 pm
"Hey! Watch it punk! I just organized those!" Khalidah exclaimed, not noticing she was talking to "the geek with the corpse" as she scrambled to keep ahold of the stack of comics she had in her arms.
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