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| Project: Genesis: The Tarsis Incident; Completed! Part 1 of atleast 3. | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 16 2008, 12:28 AM (1,188 Views) | |
| Zanaras | Jul 16 2008, 12:28 AM Post #1 |
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"Project: Genesis" is what the scientists working on it liked to call it. In fact that's what the base computer even registered it as. The Genesis Project was possibly one of the last great scientific discoveries of the human race as we know it. They had used all the most advanced sciences of their era to modify the human genome to such a point that those that had the modifications were near god like. Or atleast, that's how it would've turned out had they the time to finish it. In A.D. 2137 something went wrong, 30 years after the beginning of the Project. Not with the project, but something outside the base. The computer of the base where the project was being worked on doesn't have any knowledge as to what exactly happened, but that's the year that the computer watched all the personnel leave. One of the more caring scientists working on the project had the sense enough to leave a few of the secondary generators on and a few last commands for the computer. They were simple enough, "Wait until the secondaries run out of feul before reactivating the primary power supply again. If something goes wrong, wake Subject: Azarus. Assist him in completing the Project as best you can." "Azarus" was what they called the eldest of the five subjects they had "selected" from the regular population. Azarus was, at the time, the most completely modified of the five subjects. The scientist that left the orders was certain he'd be the most likely to be sane enough to complete the project, or atleast, save the other four. The base lasted around three hundred years running just on secondaries, before it finally switched back to the near limitless power supply of the Fusion Generator it was designed to run on. It ran on that for about another ten thousand years before finally being forced to awaken "Subject: Azarus" to deal with a fuel supply problem. Of course, with him awake, that much less energy was required. In A.D. 2137 cryo technology wasnt very advanced, meaning maintaining it to support life required immense amounts of energy. After some years of working on completing the project on his own, Azarus awoke his four "siblings". Unfortunately, they weren't all too ineterested in completing it . . . Eldest: Azarus (Aurelias/Kag) Ability: Telekinetic Azarus's Comments: Yeah, that's me. Of the five the scientist's subjects, they reported me to be the most welcoming to the genetic modification, and because of this I was the most complete by the time they left, even though we all began the project at the same time. I'm just over the age of 19, in case you cared. Second Eldest: Drake [Alucard] (Chrono T.) Ability: Vampire (faster, stronger, contagious, dislikes sunlight [doesn't kill him though]) Azarus's Comments: I like to joke about he's something of a joke himself, being a vampire and all. He seems to perfectly fit all those old stories of vampires, except that sunlight doesn't kill. He's not fond of it and he burns nicely if exposed for too long, but nothing more than any human would. . . well, maybe a little worse. He does seem reliant on human blood, and is "viral". I usually have to dispatch a clean up squad after he gets pissed. The reports state he was eighteen when he was inducted. Middle: Linnea (Reliability) Ability: None Azarus's Comments: Ah yes, the "middle child". Unlike the rest not only does she not have any abilities of her own like her siblings, she actually seems to be suffering from a myriad of minor genetic defects that have manifested in what appears to be a cold to everyone else. My aide's seem to think I'm overprotective of her, but I did let her travel with the rest . . . Admittedly I did give her a customized pistol for her protection. The reports state she was seventeen when she was inducted. Second Youngest: Abyssian (Nubi) Ability: Pyro Azarus's Comments: Oh? What to say about the tempremental flame thrower. He can't control his abilities very well. Of course, neither can the walking joke (well, not very well anyways), but the lil pyro can control it even less. He only seems to be able to use it with any efficiency when he's angrered sufficiently. The reports state he was fifteen when he was "collected in the name of science". Youngest: Muse (Rin) Ability: Telepathic Azarus's Comments: Ah yes, my youngest "sister". Good girl when she's not honing her skils on my brain. Seems to have some ability to control her powers when she concentrates hard enough, or of course when she's angered. I think this might be due to her younger age. The reports state she was thirteen when she was inducted. Intra-family relations: Except for the middle child, they are all jealous of Azarus, while she seems to just be glad he's there working on the project. This likely because she realizes she's sick, and at one point even had to return to the cryo pods. When they exited the base though, this was no longer the Earth they knew. Mass climate shift had turned the world into an airy desert and shrunk the oceans considerably. With higher surface temperatures, most of the social elite live in massive floating platofrms, likely left over and somehow maintained from their pre-apocalyptic uses. Of course, with flying fortresses comes airships, in this strange new medieval Earth. Technology is a thing of the past, though there are a few secular groups that cling to existence in old abandoned military installations and advanced research stations that somehow survived the years intact. And even while the planet seems relatively safe, Azarus has been troubled by something as of late; enough so to draw him away from his research and just stare at the night sky. . . ------------------------- Alrighty, there it is. Pick a position and wait. When the spots are filled I'll start the RP. Please be committed, I hope to finish this in just under four months maximum. If it's not finished by then, it'll be put on pause for a couple months until I return. When you pick a character, try not to overlap any previous choices. And no changing abilities. I like the ones shown because it creates an uneven dynamic between the group. Edited by Zanaras, Nov 6 2008, 03:59 AM.
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 My Blog: Thoughts of Randomness So, like usual, I try to change this every so often. I don't know if anyone notices, but I do it anyways. I hate studying. Have I mentioned this? Anyways, I do. It bites. In other news, It all began with Brownies. And then sped up a little bit. Not quite to phone numbers yet though, But that might change. I hope it does. Fun Quote! Dahleks be warned, you have declared war on Cybermen. This is not war. This is pest control! We have 5 million Cybermen. How many are you? We are 4. You would destroy the Cybermen with 4 Dahleks? We will destroy the Cybermen with 1 Dahlek. You are superior in only one respect. What is that? You are better at dieing. | |
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| Nubi | Jul 16 2008, 02:32 AM Post #2 |
 
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Second Youngest Subject Name: Abyssian Chosen Name: Abyssian (or Abyss) Ability: Pyro Azarus's Comments: See first post Age: 15 Appearance Hair- He has black hair that falls around the side of his face and over his forehead in messy shaggy locks. It comes down to mid-way at his neck. A single lock on the right side of his face is longer than the others because unless he's washing his hair it is always braided. It's a thin braid amongst his other locks of hair, but longer and a silvery gray color. Eyes- His eyes are a kind of light purple-ish hue. Attire- Abyssian wears basic faded black pants, a tan long sleeved medieval styled shirt that buttons up half-way down from the neck. Generally only a couple buttons are undone. Over it is an olive-drabbed colored cloak with a silver clap. His feet are clad in lightweight shoes made for rugged travel. Personality: Technically being over 15-years-old he's much smarter than a young teenager. But his temper is about as short as a unruly teen only far more ravenous than a kid's could be. His ability over his powers is weak, while the power itself is strong. He can do a lot of basic pyro tricks without causing chaos. But when he gets angry and decides to unleash his power on one of his siblings it tends to get of hand. While he can be a pain, annoying, cruel, a trickster, and a boy inneed of anger management he can also be easy to get along with. When not pissed off at someone Abyss tends to be kinder and more open minded. His calm nature can easily change though. While he doesn't normally turn on his siblings that much (especially his ill sister and the youngest of th pack), he does hold contempt for the eldest. His own appearance and physical age bothers him, because he is obviously much older than 15. Edited by Nubi, Jul 16 2008, 03:26 AM.
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| Zanaras | Jul 16 2008, 02:52 AM Post #3 |
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By the way, age for the subjects is just what they appear, not what they actually are. Also, all characters will have a one-word name assigned to them by the scientists that were incharge of the product, as well as a name they chose to be called. Eldest Subject Name: Azarus Chosen Name: Azarus Ability: Telekinetic Azarus's Comments: Yeah, that's me. Of the five the scientist's subjects, they reported me to be the most welcoming to the genetic modification, and because of this I was the most complete by the time they left, even though we all began the project at the same time. I'm just over the age of 19, in case you cared. Age: 19 Appearance . . . Hair - Azarus has shaggy brown hair, usually combed well enough to keep it manageable. Usually doesn't go past his shoulders. Eyes - The only truly strange thing about Azarus, atleast outwardly, is his eye color. It's a near perfect light grey color. He's been known to comment that he misses the blue eyes he did have before the Project. Attire - Usually he wears a pair of khaki cargo pants with a plain grey t-shirt. Almost always has something in every pocket, ranging from ammunition of some sort to complex data-cards detailing some part of the human genome. When he's out and about he'll usually wear a simple brown cloak over this, sometimes with a synthetic fiber armor underneath the cloak but above his shirt. Personality: Azarus is almost always calm and collected. Holds some more-than-brotherly feelings for his eldest, younger "sister". Only when something happens to her does he get riled, not that many others outside his "family" would notice with Azarus's skill in keeping his anger under check. He also tries to protect his other siblings, whether or not they may want it. Other: He has managed to persuade a number of various people from this post-apocalyptic era to help him in his studies, likely under the promise of immortality. These people have been taught as much as possible about the world that came before, and Azarus seems to think it will be from these same people the world will be rebuilt to what it once was. |
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My Blog: Thoughts of Randomness So, like usual, I try to change this every so often. I don't know if anyone notices, but I do it anyways. I hate studying. Have I mentioned this? Anyways, I do. It bites. In other news, It all began with Brownies. And then sped up a little bit. Not quite to phone numbers yet though, But that might change. I hope it does. Fun Quote! Dahleks be warned, you have declared war on Cybermen. This is not war. This is pest control! We have 5 million Cybermen. How many are you? We are 4. You would destroy the Cybermen with 4 Dahleks? We will destroy the Cybermen with 1 Dahlek. You are superior in only one respect. What is that? You are better at dieing. | |
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| Reliability | Jul 16 2008, 11:23 AM Post #4 |
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Middle Subject Name: Linnea Chosen Name: Linnea Ability: None Azarus's Comments:
Age: 17 Appearance: Long hair that must have been brown, but has lost most of it's colour, becoming a musty white with streaks of gray. It's kept in good condition however, and seems strangely resilient to dust and sunlight. Her eyes are green. She wears white blouse under a lightwheight dark green sweater with a hood. She wears long, dark-purple pants and a long scarf with the same colour. Personality: Not having the abilities of the others, Linnea keeps to herself a lot. She loves music, and always carries a book of score paper to write down any melodies that come to her. She often is depressed because of her cold, but she listens to music and it passes. |
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| Chrono T. | Jul 19 2008, 04:13 AM Post #5 |
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Second Eldest Subject Name: Alucard Chosen Name: Drake Ability: Vampirism Age: 18 Appearance: Very pale skin. Black hair. Piercing blue eyes. He wears rather simple attire that is designed to block as much sun as possible. He wears a long sleeve black shirt over a white wife-beater. As pants, he wears a pair of blue denim cargo shorts. His boots are calf high buckle-ups made of black leather. Whenever possible, he will be wearing his black hooded sweatshirt to block sun off of most of his skin. However, sometimes it is too hot for him to wear. He keeps a change of clothes in his dull blue backpack in case he needs it. Personality: (Drake chose to fill this out himself) You reading this? I don't like you. I really, in fact, hate you. If you really feel like reading more, you probably don't have much time on your hands do you? Fine... I'll say something actually pertaining to my personality. I don't really define myself as "social". I barely even talk to the others... However, if they really need me... I hate to say this but... I feel compelled to help them out. It would be really great if you didn't tell the others about that alright? hrm... what else? I guess I could say that I love to solve puzzles... I find it relaxing to sit down with nothing other than a book of riddles or some crosswords... or something... |
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| Zanaras | Jul 27 2008, 06:04 AM Post #6 |
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Awh... No youngest yet. That bites. Oh well, I'll make a first post and hopefully someone will become interested. Approaching Redhaven Citadel. One of the bridge officers declared. Hold position for a moment, Leiutenant. Yes, Sir. Came the reply. Azarus stood up from the captain's chair of the Lyhthalus, his airship. Airships were common means of transportation in this strange day and age. Many even lived on them permanently, and piracy wasn't uncommon. Of course with surface temperatures being so high during the day, you either lived in caves or lived in the sky. Most of the world's population lived in the massive flying platforms, most of them like Redhaven, all of them controlled by some noble or lord. It was from these platforms they could rule on those below them, those who lived in caves. A few moments later Azarus walked down a flight of stairs and exited through a door onto the forward observation deck. Like many other airships, the Lyhthalus had a broad forward deck. Most other airships had masts coming out of these, from which massive turbines would churn through the air keeping the ship aloft. The Lyhthalus on the other hand did not. It's means of flight came from the anti-grav systems below decks, those that had been repaired to their original purpose by Azarus and his aides, after 10000 years of disuse. Off the port side of the ship, Redhaven was in view. The Lord of Redhaven had made a mistake that many before him had attempted, and paid for it, but never succeeded in doing. They had actually captured most of the subjects of Project: Genesis. People were always interested in them when they returned decades later looking like they hadn't aged a day. Lords and Nobles wanting their immortality always tried to capture them after a bit, hoping to find out their secret. Lord Redhaven apparently realized that though they were immortal (as far as he could tell anyways) they didn't have unlimited supplies of energy. All he had to do was wear them down enough and even they'd succumb to fatigue. And that's why Azarus was hear today. Lord Redhaven would pay for his mistake like all those before him. Azarus however had a new idea for how Redhaven would pay. He had decided it was time for those attempts to stop once and for all. Normally he wouldn't do such a thing like this, but time was growing short and everytime he had to leave the base he had to put his work on hold. Azarus reached one hand out over the railing of the ship, towards Redhaven. These platforms were all alike, with powerful fusion generators at their cores. Almost all had run for millenia with error, and eventually they had become residence to those who lived there today. A moment later, Azarus started to looked strained, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Seconds later he collapsed backwards on to the deck, coughing somewhat. A couple of his aides rushed out to help him back up. Make docking procedures with Redhaven. He managed to get out amongst the various questions asking if he was alright. Minutes later as the Lyhthalus was making it's journey towards Redhaven, the city was seen to visibly shake, and then a massive explosion erupted, sending a fiery shockwave out from the Fusion Reactor at the platform's core. It wouldn't destroy the platform, Azarus wasn't that creul, but Lord Redhaven would find himself without a citadel in a couple days when the platform finally crashed into the desert sands. Sir, are you sure you want me to dock? Indeed I am, Leiutenant. Somewhere deep within the confines of Redhaven the automated systems of the platform had begun to prioritize it's power consumption to staying in the air, the secondaries generators not being powerful enough alone due to the added weight of everything that had found itself on the platform in the last ten thousand years. Eventually even the security system was determined to be too much a waste of energy, and shut down. The prisoners of Redhaven would discover this in short order, and Lord Redhaven would have a myriad of things to deal with. All those years of fortifying his citadel had left it unable to support itself without it's primary power supply, a thing that Lord Redhaven with all his medieval level knowledge couldn't begin to comprehend. Technology was an alien thing in this era, there were very few societies remaining that understood it even in the least. Even the best of the Lord's Scholars would have little luck saving Redhaven even if it'd take months to finally go down. OoC: All platforms run on sciences that 99.9% of those who dwell there can't even begin to understand. The originally intended purpose of the platforms has been lost, and the dwellers of the planet below have used them for their own means. Somehow most of them have figured out how to override the platform's predetermined paths. Likely by trial and error. 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My Blog: Thoughts of Randomness So, like usual, I try to change this every so often. I don't know if anyone notices, but I do it anyways. I hate studying. Have I mentioned this? Anyways, I do. It bites. In other news, It all began with Brownies. And then sped up a little bit. Not quite to phone numbers yet though, But that might change. I hope it does. Fun Quote! Dahleks be warned, you have declared war on Cybermen. This is not war. This is pest control! We have 5 million Cybermen. How many are you? We are 4. You would destroy the Cybermen with 4 Dahleks? We will destroy the Cybermen with 1 Dahlek. You are superior in only one respect. What is that? You are better at dieing. | |
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| Reliability | Jul 27 2008, 12:26 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: I'm just going to make a little post. I'm still pretty confused. I figure it out eventually though. :blink: The airship was... interesting. Linnea swept her hair onto her shoulder, brushing it as she hummed along to the whirring noises that came from something. She didn't know how the ship worked. It could be a revolving door for all she knew, or cared. It really didn't matter. The only reason Linnea hadn't flatly refused to come was because there might be something pretty on RedHaven. Fat chance. God, Linnea. You really need to be honest with yourself. you wouldn't stay anywhere by yourself, especially with Azuras gone... There's no way... Linnea blew her nose. ... Of course, this was a dream, but Linnea actually did blow her nose. --- Staring up at the cold ceiling was really cool. You could see all the little cracks in it. You should also shove objects into them. Then, if you had as much time on your hands as Linnea did, you could tie ribbons to those objects, then tie bells and pans and stuff to the ends. And if you had a cell with a breezy window, as Linnea did, you could make pretty sounds without any work. Blowing her nose again, Linnea got up as the cell door opened. A bunch of other prisoners were out, running down the halls. one of them shoved Linnea to the ground, where she noticed a very shiny coin. She picked it up, went back into the cell, shoved a ribbon tied piece of bread into the crack and tied the coin with a little iron bolt to the other end. After it made the clinking sound she was looking for, she smiled and left ounce more, looking for Azuras. He had to be here anyway. She wouldn't just randomly dream of his airship right? But Linnea, you forget, you don't have phychic powers. So what? You have little remnants of abilities that spark for a second or two. It's probably done more harm than good. She heard another whirring sound. It was pretty. So she chose that room. Quickly closing the door, Linnea reached into the hidden pocket in her long scarf and removed the clockwork pistol Azuras had designed. It made little clicking sounds before it was fired, which pleased her greatly. She spun the little green gears, making sure that they would fire appropriately fast. Satisfied with it, she placed it back in the pocket, repositioning the scarf so it lay near her neck, where no one would think to look for it. Only then did she realize that she was standing in front of... a glass screen. but beyond the screen was the generator. ...probably. The problem was, the screen had been built so guards could patrol the area, but no prisoners could reach the generator. The generator itself was placed higher than the overhang above the window would allow. Linnea could see the eerie blue light though. Linnea decided that she should find a way through the screen. Thinking hard, she decided that if Abyss was here, they could melt the glass. or is Azuras was here he could smash it pretty easily. So could Drake for that matter. So, ignoring everything telling her not too, she pulled her pistol, listened to three clicks followed before the bang, but instead of the smash she was expecting, it was more of a 'tink', then a 'zip', then a 'pumbmyhn'. This of course was the sound of the bullet lodging itself in the wall. That's a cool sound. But Linnea didn't have time to think about that, because the pathetic hole in the glass, which happened to be a lot thicker than Linnea expected, was starting to crack. This was bad. Mostly because when the crack reached the edge of the pane, the blue light turned to red and an alarm bell sounded. A very pretty alarm bell. Linnea sat down in the middle of the room the size of a closet and decided she would listen to the sound and wait for someone to find her. If her family did, she could leave with them. If the guards did, they might take her back to her old room... Edited by Reliability, Jul 28 2008, 11:35 AM.
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| Nubi | Jul 27 2008, 02:50 PM Post #8 |
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ooc- *raises hand* So are the four of us stuck in some RedHaven prison cell and the doors suddenly open? Either me or Reli are very confused.... -ooc |
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| Zanaras | Jul 27 2008, 07:32 PM Post #9 |
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Yes, you'd all be in a Redhaven prison cell.... The doors would've just unlocked, and some prioners would already be out and about doing whatever it is a bunch of pissed escaped convicts would do if they all got set free at once. |
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My Blog: Thoughts of Randomness So, like usual, I try to change this every so often. I don't know if anyone notices, but I do it anyways. I hate studying. Have I mentioned this? Anyways, I do. It bites. In other news, It all began with Brownies. And then sped up a little bit. Not quite to phone numbers yet though, But that might change. I hope it does. Fun Quote! Dahleks be warned, you have declared war on Cybermen. This is not war. This is pest control! We have 5 million Cybermen. How many are you? We are 4. You would destroy the Cybermen with 4 Dahleks? We will destroy the Cybermen with 1 Dahlek. You are superior in only one respect. What is that? You are better at dieing. | |
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| Chrono T. | Jul 28 2008, 05:42 AM Post #10 |
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Drake was lying in his cot (which smelled much like rotten milk) with his left leg propped up. He let out a slight sigh as he heard the doors open simultaneously. Opening one eye, he saw a man in a tattered pair of clothes run past screaming, "Haha! Freedom!" "This place was starting to look promising," Drake said, "This one's at least got better food than the last two..." He hoisted himself up with a little grunt and walked to the door. The first order of business was to find the others... It wouldn't do to leave them behind. Right now, Drake was responsible for their well-being. Azarus would be pretty pissed if he abandoned them. "Where could those little wankers be?" he pondered. He took a look around, trying to scope out the area, however, he was having a hard time concentrating. He hadn't had a good drink in a while... Normally, back on Lyhthalus, Drake would have a stockpile of blood ready for whenever he needed it, but that isnt the case for when he was being held captive... He saw someone who looked familiar... Abyss? He wasn't facing him, so he wasn't quite sure... besides, his weakened state could be playing tricks on his mind... He put a hand on the boy's shoulder "Hey, A? Is that you?" |
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| Reliability | Jul 28 2008, 11:35 AM Post #11 |
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| Rinny | Jul 29 2008, 06:54 PM Post #12 |
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Youngest Subject Name: Insivium Chosen Name: Muse Ability: Telepathic Azarus's Comments: Ah yes, my youngest "sister". Good girl when she's not honing her skils on my brain. Seems to have some ability to control her powers when she concentrates hard enough, or of course when she's angered. I think this might be due to her younger age. The reports state she was thirteen when she was inducted. Age: 13 Appearance Muse has long wavy black hair that falls around her face and large penetrating silver eyes that darken when she's angry. She stands at five one and is very delicate looking. She has pale skin, but in direct sunlight you can see just a barest glimmer of gold undertones. She usually wears a form fitting black tank top covered by a long silver jacket that covers her hands and falls to mid-thigh. She also has a pair of black pants and boots with a small square heel. Personality Muse is generally quiet, prefering to work on reading others thoughts than take part in a conversation. She's very muleheaded, and refuses to budge on most issues. She flaunts her clothing, which is out of place in the new world, and has an attitude. Basically, she's a typical teenager. She barely remembers her life before she was taken, only the sound of a woman singing quietly. When she wants something, she can be very persuasive and sweet. She doesn't really listen to anyone in the group except for Linne. She loves Linne and usually sits with her at night listening to her music. If Linne asks her to do something, she does it. Usually nice to Azarus because she doesn't want to get in trouble. She likes to play with Abyss, even though she doesn't listen to him. She generally stays away from Drake, unless she's teasing him. ooc~ Sorry, I'd been planning to join, but I've been busy. So now you have a youngest Kag. |
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| Rinny | Jul 29 2008, 07:32 PM Post #13 |
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ooc~I'm going to do a double post. Sorry, but I thought I'd get it out while I had it in my head. Muse sat in her dark room, all but twiddling her thumbs in boredom. With her limited abilities, the only thoughts she could pick up were very boring, all dark and depressed. They were making her sad, so she blocked them out, lying upside down on her cot and staring at the door as if it would magically open. Which it did. Blinking in surprise, Muse rolled backwards, coming to her feet. Huh she said, moving to the door and peering out cautiously. She jerked back inside when freed prisoners ran by, shouting their joy. Frowning slightly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she sorted through the chaotic thoughts, searching for those of her family. She thought she heard Drake, something about blood. Shuddering, she moved on. Drake wasn't someone she wanted to be around at that time. She froze when an alarm went off, and she dimly heard Linne's thought, calm and slightly dazed, as if she was just dreaming. Trying to keep hold of those thoughts, Muse ran out of her cell, heading towards Linne's thoughts. As she got closer, the thoughts became clearer. Then someone bumped her, and she fell to the ground. She almost screamed in frustration when her concentration slipped and she couldn't regain it. She tried to get angry, but couldn't. She was too close to tears. She scooted back against a wall, out of the prisoners way and wrapped her arms around her legs, trying hard not to cry. I'm just a kid, she thought desperately. I pretend I'm strong, but I can't save Linne! If I can't save my favorite person in the world, what can I do? She felt a few tears slip down her cheeks and wiped them away quickly, hoping no one saw. Then she laughed at herself. Who would be watching her right now? Everyone was trying to escape. Hardening her resolve, Muse stood, trying to narrow her concentration again. It didn't work very well, but she caught the barest glimmer of Linne's thoughts. Enough to give her a direction. She took off at a run, the alarms blaring and people scrambling to escape. She thought she saw Drake and waved quickly, but didn't stop or slow down, turning sharply. She felt Linne's mind waves and stopped abruptly, popping her fingers before stepping into the room. Linne was sitting on the floor, head #@!*ed. Muse knew she was listening to the alarm and she sighed, walking forward and kneeling before her older sister. Linne? she said softly, looking into her eyes. We need to go now. Azarus is waiting for us I bet. This is all his doing. He wants us to come home. Personally Muse couldn't care less about Azarus, but Linne loved him. So she put up with him. She touched Linne's hand, and waited for a response, silver eyes worried. She caught the sound of boots and cursed silently, but waited for Linne. Her sister didn't like to be rushed. |
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| Chrono T. | Jul 30 2008, 02:13 PM Post #14 |
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Master of Time and Space
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"Uh... Sorry about that," Drake said, "I thought you were someone else..." The boy that he had approached looked very little like Abyss other than his hair... A simple mistake to make... Then the siren started to go off. That just meant that there was more work to be done. He started off again, taking a look into each cell along the way. He saw quite a few interesting ones too... and one he recognized instantly. A bunch of cyllindrical objects stuck into the horribly kept ceiling of the cell. Tied to them were a variety of things that clicked and clanged in the breeze. "Linne" Someone zoomed past him, going against the flow of escape. She waved at him ever so slightly, so that Drake almost didn't notice her. "Muse" Knowing her, she was either looking for someone to make fun of or Linne. Seeing as he just found Linne's cell, he was sure it was the latter, as he hadn't seen Linne yet. So, he gave chase, keeping up easily with his superior speed and agility. It wasn't that hard to dodge some of these criminals, but others lashed out when they saw Drake coming. He sometimes had to stop to deal with such people. So, Drake walked in right when Muse had kneeled down to wait for Linne. "Yeah, I know... Pretty right? Now can we get the hell out of here?!" he said, a bit peeved, "We don't know how long we have this time." Linne was still listening... It was something that Drake had come to expect. He was about to pick them both up and carry them out of here if they didn't stop him. It wouldn't be the first time that he picked up that much weight at once. Drake passively noticed that the rush of criminals was dying down, but it seemed that they had some company. Drake whipped around when he heard the heavy booted feet rush in. By that time, three guns were already trained on him. "CRIMINAL! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! WE HAVE BLOCKED OFF ALL EXITS!" one of them said. 'You're joking me right?' he thought 'only three people? This is a waste of my talents. Hey Muse, its all you and Linne' |
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by Rikku
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| Nubi | Jul 30 2008, 07:17 PM Post #15 |
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Pacing the length of his cell Abyss couldn't really make himself sit or lie down on his cot. His patience had been eaten up after sitting there for eternity and sleeping away his boredom. There was no chance of sleeping now. Abyss was prowling his cell like a wild animal that had been trapped in a cage for way too long. Azarus, you bastard, you're late. The guy always seemed to be holed up working on something or the other, lets his 'family' get captured, and takes forever to do something about it. Abyss paused and turned to the stone wall that had a patch of charcoal colored marks on it. It seemed to be soot from miniature lashes of fiery anger. As he faced the wall he heard a click at his door, and then it slowly slid open to reveal prisoners of all sorts busting out and hollering. Some were clambering over each other to make it out first and perhaps knock some guard's heads together. Abyss strolled out of his cell, almost casually, ready to burn anyone that bothered him on his way out. He scanned the crowd, looking for one or all of his siblings. Even Azarus would be a semi-welcome sight. And that was rare. But he couldn't seem to pick their faces out of the mass of escaping convicts. They probably left me for dead... He mumbled as he pushed past a few people to cross the corridor. He didn't know how he heard it with the alarm blaring and the escapees making such a racket, but the gruff voice of a lead guard got his attention. CRIMINAL! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! WE HAVE BLOCKED OFF ALL EXITS! Rolling his eyes Abyss pinpointed the voice and smirked. A few guards were at the doorway of a room down the hall, entering in and armed with guns. They seemed to ignore the others that were fleeing. Because we are top priority. We will live forever. Making his way through the crowd quickly he prepared himself to actually make use of his ability. Using fire didn't always go as he planned, and at times he got burned by his own strength; or nothing happened at all. With a bored look Abyss walked into the generator room behind the guards that seemed to have his siblings cornered. Drake appeared to be just standing there, while the two girls were crouched and seated on the floor. It seemed Linne was being a pain with her affection towards sounds. A second hardly passed before Abyss was forming a blazing ball of fire in his hands. It threatened to break free of his control but he released it like a blast from a flamethrower; spewing a jet of flames at the back of one guard's neck. It didn't matter if the nearest person got burned by the reckless move, they were a guard too. Sheesh, you all hiding from me or something? He asked as he danced out of reach of a guards grabbing hand, looking to his siblings as if to say it was there turn now before he burned the place down. |
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"I'm sure that there is no meaning in this world... But isn't that great? That means you can find your own." - Felicia (Sora no Woto)
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