|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 2:11 pm
"The abilities come in many varities. There's the spikes we mentioned. The guy's big hitter in the fight. Now, see this one; utterly invulnerable, by the looks." Clone#4 provided commentary as a recording of the televised fight was being watched at Armand's current base of operations. The original himself sat beside #4 on the three-seater, olive couch. They were watching, on a rather bulky and aged TV, the events of the Animus vs Barbus fight. As much as was captured at least. The rest came as personal account from whatever #9 had managed to witness on-scene, from as close as he had dared to tred.
The only other sound beyond what came off the TV and #4's commentary, was the shifting of papers on a nearby desk. The warehouse that they were renting was completely empty except for this desk, a little big, metallic, a dull square, and the TV and sofa. It was far from fancy, but they saw it with lots of space to improve. The table was covered in folders filled with reports of their efforts so far in the city and clone#9 was going through them diligently. He wore a simple white, collared, button-up shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. In fact, all of them wore it. Complete with black trousers, except the jeans that set #4 apart, and then similar black dress shoes. They cared little for looking different until demanded.
"There was no predicted thunderstorm. We are sure someone generated this, and those bolts are hardly random, but aimed." He continued on. #4 was wearing a pair of reading glasses, a notebook in his hand, pen in the other, as he observed the TV intently. He and others had already gone over this, numerous times, and taken tab of whoever's powers they could. But it was the first time Armand himself saw it. Names of those on the TV they struggled with and at times whos side who was on, but more than nothing came together in the grander scheme of things.
Information was power. While these villains went and showed off, the ragtag band of clones and their creator insisted they themselves were getting stronger. They had to take whatever little victory they could, even from this long a** list of powers of their enemies and potential weaknesses.
"Today's primary investigation on the explosion shows some form of bombs must have been set in place. We should get a bit more detail from Number Five and his department about that later in the week." #9 spoke up from the table. Armand nodded slowly, but did not turn his head, wholly distracted. His face was blank, his emerald eyes burning with a combination of anger and concern.
It took a while to get through it, and then the compilation of notes they had, but Armand ultimately just relaxed on the sofa, no more papers or remote in his hand. "Today, we wait. Too many of us are already out. Hopefully Number Three makes headway in his infiltration. One insists he can get on the good side of the Kyles today, on his own, and if so; they might drop by. We really need a fridge in here." He mused, the only words to escape his trailing off train of thought.
"Our outfit spends far too much shoe polish. Does anyone really look at The Gent's shoes when he fights? I know we keep up a certain apparel, but I hate trying to find the right stuff, always only available in some specialty shop." #2 complained while lifting a microwave into the back of the mini-van him and #6 were using to transport shopping in. There were appliances, tools, food and drink, all already in and taking up a lot of space. Armand could always recall clones to not have to feed 'em, but the process of getting them back left him so drained each clone might be extra hungry already coming out. Shopping for ten people was a chore on rotation, and only the busiest of them escaped it.
"You actually say that when wearing those?" #6 brought up, and looked away from the shopping bags he had just adjusted into the back of the vehicle, to nod at #2's shoes. Bright red sneakers that still squeaked and shined from their little use at the feet of their new owner. #2 set the microwave in and lowered his sunglasses, to give a tired look at Six. The other clone shrugged with a smile of amusement. They proceeded to get back in the vehicle, and drive out further to town.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 2:21 pm
((I'm trying to imagine the Gent's reaction when he sees Verloren. xd I'm thinking something like: *stands up* BLOODY HELL!! ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:32 pm
Trent wasn't aware of what had gone on at his sister's apartment and was getting ready to go see her. He tightened up his bowtie and then fixed his dress shirt cuffs before picking up the phone and giving his sister a call to let her know he was just about to leave and head over.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:18 pm
"Dude, my head hurts, just do whatever you want, I'm taking a sick day." Jack groaned from his couch. His room, while not gaudy and decorative, was fairly decent, and quite roomy. He had multiple couches, chairs and even beds about the place, just in case he decided to fall asleep, or if he had guests staying the night. "And if you go out today, would someone please find me a decent hammock? I'd like a taller place to sleep other than the bunk bed." JK said and sat up, drank some water and laid back down. "Spike, do we still have working TV that's not being hijacked by Animus?" JK asked, he was wondering what was on.
Hemo was out, doing personal shopping for himself. He had a decent room back at Barbus HQ, it wasn't as nice as JK's but fairly comfy, and minus a lot of chairs, couches and beds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:53 pm
Along the way to the kitchen, Serene pointed at all the objects that were in the library. She started with simple words and one syllable objects that a easy to pronounce. She wasn't sure if VoltEdge will remember any of the them, but Serene feels that if she repeats them everyday, things would be easier. She pointed at the chairs, tables, bookshelves, windows, doors, beds, drawer, and much more household goods. When they reached the kitchen, Serene noticed that the dishwasher is not yet finished cleaning the dishes. Today is her unlucky day, they usually finish a dish in a few minutes, she probably pressed the wrong button. Serene walked up to the faucet and turned it on. "Faucet." Serene pointed to the metallic device pouring out liquid. She'll teach VoltEdge by pointing out the objects, it is much easier if there is an example. She moved VoltEdge's hand into the water. "Water." She said pointing to the clear liquid. After cleaning VoltEdge's hand, Serene was ready to head out. "Let's go." She said, motioning VoltEdge to come with her. She'll need to buy the essential things such as clothes for VoltEdge and food. Serene will also point things out to VoltEdge along the way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 9:38 am
Asura stepped out of his room in the Animus HQ, wearing mostly bandages and a clean white Tee with simple jeans. He said nothing and takes a seat in the main area. Staring ahead in silence.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:10 pm
lil_lollypop1 ((I'm trying to imagine the Gent's reaction when he sees Verloren. xd I'm thinking something like: *stands up* BLOODY HELL!! )) ((Oh bloody 'ell I've gone and wet meself! Dunnae scare a gent like that agin ya bugger!))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:53 pm
(( Trying not to laugh at that and failing miserably))
Phoebe grinned as she checked the caller ID. Trent was as punctual as ever with his timings. Clicking the receive call and still grinning like an idiot the woman rocked back and forth on her heels, her eyes skimming over the student accommodation that her brother called home.
"Look out the window~ I'm early this time!" Phoebe waved at Trent's window, receiving a few odd looks and glares form the passers by "I was thinking if maybe we went for some cake today" Hopefully he would buy it without asking questions but knowing her younger brother he wasn't going to.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:24 pm
Trent looked out and saw his sister, then waved back. "Sounds good. I'll pull on my jacket and then be right down" he said. He hung up, then pulled on his suit jacket. Trent then made sure he had everything he needed: keys, wallet, and phone, before heading down and meeting his sister.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:41 pm
As the beeps rang in her ear, Zaine had allowed for her ocean eyes to groggily open. She had a nightmare again, which was basically the same reoccurring one that has flashed through her mind like a horribly spliced movie over and over since she was seven, but she'd grown used to it over the course of time. Her major concern at the current moment were the sun's rays blinding her indefinitely.
Zaine had groaned slightly in irritation and turned over, only to meet the light of her lamp shining brightly on the other side. "Of course." She muttered almost inaudibly before she swiftly lifted from her bed. Bad idea. Her headache hit her immediately and seemed to reverberate through her skull, almost making her sit back down. She momentarily closed her eyes, the irritating experience grating on he nerves. She placed her hand on her head tenderly as she sighed. She was more upset with the fact that she had no idea where the headache came from over the fact that she even had one.
The female had made her way out of her room with walls strewn in band pictures and pictures she taken with her friends. It was almost hard to tell that they were originally white in the first place. Besides that, there was a simple bed covered in purple sheets and a nightstand next to it, opposing the window. There is also a simple closet, one in which she had a secret compartment that held her attire for Soundscreech. She sighed at the thought. Since Verone had been overrun by the villains, the heroes had been forced to disperse, or die trying to bring both Animus and Barbus down. Facing reality, the odds were just stacked against them.
Pushing thoughts of being a hero aside, the female trudged down the small hall of her apartment and into the kitchen to make coffee in an attempt to help her headache. She flipped on the television to see what was new as she began the process of making coffee, pulling out about 5 creams and 5 sugars. She had a bit of a sweet tooth. She hated the taste of coffee, but loved the effect it had. She sighed as she plopped onto the couch, watching the news.
Ultimately, she wasn't very surprised at the fact that Animus and Barbus fought. They did so about every other day. Her band had been playing in another town the other night, so they decided to spend the day over there. She was initially going to decline, however, judging by the events that had occurred the previous night, going was a good move on her part. "What idiotic actions." The female sighed before getting up to tend to her coffee. She once again placed herself onto the couch before finishing the news. She sipped on her coffee, the heat seeming to soothe her vocal chords. After having those dreams, they always feel like they are being torn out. At first it scared her, and gave her a slight case of insomnia, but she had grown used to the sensation after a while.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 11:10 pm
"Uhh... They aren't hijacked, boss", Spike replied. He was pretty slow in getting to that answer but he found something to say, it seemed. He pointed towards the door, "I'll go get one and set it up in your room if ya like, boss", he suggested.
VoltEdge looked oddly at the objects Serene was pointing out, thinking it was some sort of chant or hidden magic thingamajig but she followed intently after Serene. When her hands were placed under the faucet, she winced a little, tempted to make it rain sparks. A small burst of energy danced faintly on her finger before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. She remembered being dragged into a capsule and made to drown in a strange mixture... But she had survived, faintly remembering the experience of opening her eyes to the fluid substance and closing them again, waking up to what she felt was the next day but it had already been months. She opened her eyes in present time, looking to Serene before pulling her hand away from the cold liquid. She leaned back, away from Serene, touching her wet hand and pouting a little.
((OOC: ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:24 am
Serene observed VoltEdge's reaction to the water. "We use only hand wipes then." VoltEdge seems to be scared of water, there was a word for it, thats right: Hydrophobia. It is usually caused by a virus but Serene doubts that is the case. She must've had a bad experience with liquid, that is something Serene will also need to fix. She'll prove to VoltEdge that water is completely harmless. She drinked the water that was left untouched by VoltEdge earlier, she then proceeded to wash her hands and hold it out to VoltEdge, that the liquid isn't doing anything to her. After wiping hers and VoltEdge's hands, she gave VoltEdge a light reassuring smile. Now they have to leave. She motioned for VoltEdge to follow her as she walked out of the kitchen into the vast library. Walking towards the entrance.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 6:59 am
(( -raises a white flag- welcome people to Gaia's annual 2013 Gentalmanoff !))
Snapping her phone shut Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle a little as she caught a glimpse of her brother’s apparel through the bedroom window when he returned her over enthusiastic greeting.
“You always were a bit of a dork when it came to fashion Trent” Out of the two children Trent had always been the smartest. He was always top of his class and could beat her by miles when it came to an IQ test. He was smart dressed were as Phoebe was hardly seen out of jeans (or the occasional long summer skirt) and he was polite to a fault, even with her. She had always wondered why their father had never chosen him really, Trent was a perfect fit for a Hero in every aspect.
Shaking her head the older woman pulled herself back from those thoughts and smiled as Trent walked through the door. Less than a second later she had flung her arms around his neck, pulling the boy into a tight hug “I know it’s only been a week but I still missed seeing your lovely face!”
Releasing Trent, Phoebe looped her arm through his and started back towards the main sidewalk a sheepish grin etched on her face “before we go to a café though…could we please go and visit that craft shop…I’ll be quick I promise!”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 9:02 am
"Whatever!", Chrome said to Coil, rolling her eyes. That was when she noticed Asura step out and immediately, it was as though stars came down from heaven. She lit up, seeing him and immediately goes over to fawn over the man. "Hey boss~! How's the arm?", she jested before looking him over and just wishing he wouldn't shove her away if she tried to touch him. Oh, what the heck? Chrome went over, tugging at the man's arm, continuing in that high-pitched out-pour of adoration and praise.
It wasn't so much the liquid that scared VoltEdge as much as the sudden shock of suddenly feeling something cold and wet around her skin. The feeling just reminded her a little of being dragged into a capsule. It shouldn't be all too bad if she was given ample time to adjust. Nonetheless, she didn't really have much to do and went to follow Serene out. Hopefully, those awful chaps wouldn't be out this early.
((OOC: ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 10:40 am
"Please do, I'll just be here, doing nothing." Jack said mildly and yawned. It felt like he was unmotivated today, which was nothing unusual, the man always seemed to be in a constant state of mood swings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
