R U L E S & M I S C E L E N E O U S I N F O
There you go people, a new GM.

Joining GMI is open to all. You are requested a few things however.

Post your characters bio before or after your First Post or a link to said bio. This is mandatory to all participants including those who have RPed on past GMs and consider their characters fairly known.

Power Level: GMIs villains, though quite powerful, are not in the league of planetary destroyers, etc. So, your characters should be powerful, but not TOO powerful. For reference I could say that the MAXIMUM level of power should not be above than that of an average super hero (characters who are already more powerful than that, should RP a more de-powered version of their chars).

Meta Game Thinking: Since Group Missions are by default cinematic in nature, players will often view cutscenes, for lack of a better word, that you characters are not aware of. Always consider what you know and what your character knows when posting.

This mostly concerns the people who participated in GMH: GMI supposedly takes place about 2 months after the finale of the Herland Invasion an event that very few remember due to Cookirini and TBloods intervention.

How you choose to insert yourself in the story is up to you. However, here are a few pointers. You have no doubt heard about the nuclear explosion and also heard that it was registered as an accident by the Admins. You might want to dig info on your own, or you might have overheard a rumor about it not being really an accident (which in truth was started by True Red via some lesser Templar flunkies).

Its your choice and have fun!

For those of you interested to know more about the MFW:

Bear in mind it's still a work in progress. It will be gradualy updated more and more.

You can start worshiping True Red for hosting this. You can show your appreciation by showering her with gifts and monetary "signs" of appreciation!

If you need to reach me you can either PM me through the board, or IM me in AIM: Mobius TBlood or in MSN: mobius_tblood[REMOVE_THIS]@hotmail.com

You can also email me in vass.detsikas[REMOVE_FOR_SPAM]@gmail.com

Go on, post!

EDIT: RECAP #1

The Administration-funded Research & Development Facility Green Labs headed by Administrator Vector himself and headed about 60 miles east of Sega City was destroyed in a Nuclear Explosion approximately 30 minutes after midnight on November 9, 2004.

Green Labs was developing a prototype miniaturized nuclear reactor a nuclear power plant the size of a briefcase and thus officials were quick to dismiss the event as a freak accident.

However, the Administrators had caught satellite footage that suggested foul play and that an unidentified militant faction was behind the explosion. However, the information gleaned from that footage was not enough to reveal their identity, purpose, or whether or not that was sabotage on the reactor, or a detonation of a separate nuclear devise.

To ascertain the situation, the Admins Vector and True Red spread rumors of the truth to forumers and also ordered SONIC Commander Jack Reeves to send an operative to investigate the situation.

With rumors abound, and the SONIC Units investigation, it was a matter of time until a group of forumers got together to deal with this new building crisis.

Eventually the team was ordered to head to a secluded Templar Citadel, as the fortress had vital video footage that would enable them to obtain data on what really happened in Green Labs last night.

According to the footage, the faction that assaulted Green Labs was Pyroclads organization FLAME and they didnt destroy the reactor, but rather stole it, and used a nuclear bomb to destroy the facility.

On their way back to the HQ Tower, the Forumers were assaulted by FLAME soldiers led by an operative of the elite combat unit HEAT. The operative was called Blaze and was killed during the fight.

While the forumers were debriefed in the HQ Tower, a bomb threat call was made to Vortex. However, it was revealed that the bomb was actually an elaborate Jack-In-The-Box joke meant as an invitation of sorts by Evil WB himself, who offers information on Pyroclad.

The forumers, under official collaboration status with SONIC, are now on their way to the designated meeting place

--TBlood!

Well, here goes:

BEGIN OOC:

NAME: "Cookirini" (but my real name is Gingersnap. Not that anyone knows or cares)
AGE: 21? (who counts anymore? I'm old! I'm several centuries old! But that's a baby compared to *SOME* people on the board!)
SPECIES: Echidna (like, DUH, you puny fools!)
EYES: Purple (with contacts!), Red (without, but like I'd let anyone see)
COLOR: Tan (better than the puke blue I was before)
LIKES/STRENGTHS: History (ew!), reading (blech!), writing (meeh!) Sailor Moon (*GAG*)
DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES: Bad things (very ambiguous aren't we Cookipie?), phsycial attacks, the Herland pillars (Um, they're dead you fool!) onions (you ARE joking, right?)

Cookirini is a new forumer to Sega City. She recently took up residence in a place she has dubbed the Papirini Polis, which was, before, a vacant building. Stating her life in Sega City, she is friendly and kind to almost all who meet her, with a few notable exceptions. She is uneasy with certain people who accuse her on false grounds for things she didn't commit or was not involved in. The most prevalent claim against her is that she is not really Cookirini, but an impostor. This claim, however, is not supported by most of the forumers that know Cookirini.

Among the mean people who have unjustly accused her are Xagarath Ankor, Gyser Hog, Thamior Headbuster, Bob the Fifty Foot Golem, Craig Bayfield and Inirikooc.

(HAHAHAHA! Look at that! FOOLS!

Now I'll get her back! HAHAHAHAHA!!)

END OOC

OOC: I'm sorry, but I'm really out of the loop apparently. Fixed it up a bit

Name: Captain Patrick "Srol" Hogan
Species: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 180 pounds
Eyes: Black
Hair: Brown
Clothing: Grey jumpsuit with red stripe accross the chest

Equipment: Flechette pistol with a variety of different needles used for standard armor piercing, heavy explosive, and incendienary purposes.

Background: Srol is a member of the shady intergalactic peacekeeping organization "Central Command". He has a military background, particularely in leadership. After being assigned to scout out Sega City to conquer, he decided to shirk his duties and settle down in Sega City, living a lazy life as ex-military and perfoming odd jobs. Official Central Command record shows commendations for bravery under fire, and one disciplanary action for intoxication while on duty.

Srol came to the forum 2 years ago, and while he initially made friends with many forummers, he has been keeping to himself as of late, not contacting many of the people he befriending. Rumor is that his new best friend is the bottle.

IC:

Srol lurched awake, hitting his head on the low ceiling of his attic apartment. Not wasting any time on the pain concentrated in his cranium, he rolled out of his bed and began searching the clutter on the floor of the small apartment for the noise that had awakened him. It was a noise that he had been trained from the academy to always dread.

Digging through piles of clothes and equipment, he found the square box. A digital geiger counter. It was silent now, emitting a few stray clicks. That was pretty standard for the occasional burst of harmless alpha radiation that could be encounterred on an everyday basis.

However moments before, the device had been clicking like Srol had never heard before in his life, indicating radiological emissions of both alpha, beta, and even the highly dangerous gamma particles. Checking the digital counter's history, he confirmed his worries.

A few minutes ago, the counter readings had gone off the scale, in a fashion that could only be consistant with the detonation of a nuclear device. The readings had clearly immedietly died down after that, probably the result of quick thinking on behalf of the admins, however the fact that a nuclear weapon had and could be dedicated within Sega City limits disturbed Srol greatly. This wasn't an issue he could take the backseat on.

He began to feel around under his bed for a medkit, but found a bottle of Gin instead. Tucking the bottle under his arm, he continued to root around, finally finding the yellow box with a red cross on it. Popping open the lid, he fished out a small sealed pouch filled with white pills. Big black letters on the pouch labelled it "Iodine". Srol tore the pouch open and popped one of the pills in his mouth, washing it down with a quick swig of gin. Gasping, he tore the bottle from his mouth.

"Okay," he rasped, "I think I've heard enough from you for one month." He tossed the bottle over his shoulder haphazardly.

With that basic task out of the way, Srol began to think what he should do next. How long had he just been just lieing around this apartment waiting for something to jolt him from his complacency? Days? Weeks? He needed to catch up on things, and more specifically, learn what had just happened.

Strapping up his uniform, he grabbed the Geiger counter and his pistol, and made his way towards the door.

OOC:

SCORPION KNIGHT

Real name: Vass Knight
Age: Physical age: 24, actual age: 5 (yes, 5)

BIO:
WepTech Corporation was a scientific firm specializing in genetic research and weapons development (usually combined).

Most of WepTechs projects were intertwined and had the common goal of creating the Ultimate Soldier. This Objective was met with the completion of Project Revival but the company was shut down by the authorities shortly after that (the result of the Revival Project was NightShade, and his adventures can be seen in Group Mission Revival, over at the MF Classics).

However, the Revival Project was the culmination of many different experiments that were held by WepTech, and the data amassed by those experiments was combined to form it and create NightShade.

One of those early experiments was codenamed: Project Scorpion.
The execution of that experiment was divided in two parts. The first part was to find a candidate that was genetically suitable to be a great soldier and clone him for the experiments. The second part was to train the clone.

Using advanced techniques the clone would have his age quickly rise from that of an infant to a mature specimen. The clone would naturally have no memory whatsoever, so special Memory Implants would be fabricated that would give him general knowledge and a basic identity (the Memory Implants would not be a full life but raw knowledge of the world around him).

Active training would involve classic but gruesome war training including live exercises and elaborate tactical operations through sophisticated VR Simulation.

The result would be a superior soldier capable of even the toughest military operations.

During the time that the experiment would be conducted, Administrator Mobius TetherBlood was turned into a mortal by some outside force, and bound to the MFW.

TBloods mortal body was genetically perfect for WepTechs project, so they stole his DNA from a blood sample found in a hospital TBlood had gone for a routine check up.

Thus, the resulting specimen was called Scorpion Knight, but scientists often called him Vass around the facility.

Knight is fully aware of the fact that he is a clone. He has no idea who he was cloned from however and not really anxious to know either preferring to leave his own mark in history rather than being in the shadow of his Original.

His memory implants have given him the memory of being raised by many people, and living a very calm (and blatantly fake) life. All his virtual-memory life he was trained to be a warrior first and foremost but WepTech Memory Engineers have also included more mundane and peaceful studies in his mind after all, they didnt want to create a berserking killing machine, but rather a sophisticate elite commando.

Knight is aware of which memories are fake and which are true. Thanks to the implants, his hard training, and other factors Knight does act his physical age for the most part even though his social skills leave a bit to be desired.

Its not that he is shy or anything he prefers to take things slow. Up until the point that WepTech was fully functional, Knight led a simple life of Train, complete missions, and train again. With the downfall of WepTech, the team responsible for the Scorpion project destroyed all documents pertaining to it (hence why not even the Admins know about it) gave Knight a new identity and let him go on his own.

Knight wasnt fully prepared for the complexities of real life. True to his calling he became a mercenary, working for the highest bidder, until he was accepted within the ranks of SONIC (Stands for Special Operations National Intelligence Collaboration). A newly created paramilitary taskforce of the Sega City Security Force tasked with the investigation of suspected incidents that involve world level threats (including, but not limited to, crimes suspected to be perpetrated by would be conquerors like the Evil Admins and Pyroclad) as well as eliminating said threats.

Personality: Knight is outspoken and at first glance even seems to be extremely outgoing, but in truth he doesnt easily trust other people, or make friends for that matter. He acts friendly, but in truth he avoids becoming emotionally attached to anyone. Other people complicate his life in that way.

When he was holed up in WepTech, the opposite sex didnt concern him in the least but ever since he got fully free he was always willing indulge himself in pleasures previously forbidden to him like alcohol, smoking, and of course women. Hes not a womanizer but aside from cheating death in the heat of the battle, the only place where he feels at home is at run down bar (or the occasional strip house).

Since he never had an actual teenage-hood he is now kind of a rebel, taking orders grumbling but oddly always following them to the letter.

Essentially, he is a man who just doesnt know how to fully experience an emotion since his brain is full of logic thought processing but his true lifespan so far was so little that it never allowed him to fully live life.

Appearance:

Here is a full body pic. The artwork for Knight of course is not mine. That's Joji Shinkawa - artis from the Metal Gear Solid games - and this is concept art of a char that never made it to the final game, found in an MGS Artbook. The idea and inspiration to create Knight, was given to me by this pic alone, so I tinkered with it a little and used it for Scorpion Knight.

Male Caucasian Human in his early 20s. Light-brown hair that are just bit longer than the shoulder. Around 6 feet tall. Strong build body type. Hazel-green eyes.
Knight looks like TBloods mortal self at a younger age. Mortal TBloods apparent age was mid to late 30s while Knight is in his early 20s. Knight is a bit more muscular than Mortal TBlood too.
The greatest difference is in the eyes however. TBlood was millennia old, and even in mortal form this eternal wisdom could be seen in his piercing, cold, calculating eyes. Knights eyes on the other hand, are just colored hazel-green. ^__^

In addition, TBloods mannerisms; his body language, facial expressions, and even his way of walking were more like those of a refined aristocrat or an Elf, while Knight has the posture and movements of a young human mercenary.
Thus, most people who knew TBlood in his mortal self do find that Knight resembles TBlood, but usually discard this as just a random likeness.

Special Note: Knight always introduces himself as Scorpion Knight. But sometimes he MIGHT use his real name: Vass Knight. There are a select few in the MFW, who know that Vass is also TBloods real name (namely WB, the Admins, and a few Mods). If Knight ever reveals that name to these people, they may get suspicious.

Abilities:
Knight was trained to be an elite commando. He is proficient with all types of tactical weapons such as different types of Rifles, Handguns, missile launchers, grenades the works.

Thats not to say that he carries such items with him. The only weapons he usually carries are his trusty handgun (usually modified with a suppressor and laser sighting ) and his Close Quarters Combat Knife.

He is trained to survive in harsh conditions and basic first aid as well as using Stealth tactics in both urban and outdoor locales (including usage of camouflage).

His way of fighting largely depends on the type of mission, adversaries, and the given circumstances. However, he is trained to avoid unnecessary combat, with emphasis on avoiding the enemy when necessary.

He is a master of CQC (Close Quarters Combat style, used by Special Forces of which the most common trademarks are the utilization of a gun and a knife at the same time). Here is a
link as to how CQC is utilized in MGS3 (Since MGS was always my main inspiration behind Knight, and indeed GMI to an extent).

Powers: Effectively none, but
In truth, Knight has all the powers of an Administrator but he doesnt know how to use them, or even that he has them! The Figment Keys bestow power to Mobius TetherBlood and they cant tell the difference between him or his clone. TBlood doesnt even know that he shares his power with someone else (he doesnt even know about Knights existence for that matter).
The rest of the Admins dont automatically detect if someone is an Admin or not. And if they check the Figment Keys to see if someone is an Admin, they dont see any new names. As far as the Figment Keys are concerned, Scorpion Knight is Mobius TetherBlood.

Weakness: Despite his great skill in combat, he is just a human. In a world of Cosmic Icky Stick wielding villains, telekinetic or spell-wielding forumers etc; being a human can be considered a weakness. And the fact that he is technically an Admin doesnt grant him with any kind of outworldly protection.

Phew, Im done. That was longer than I expected.

IC:

Vass Knight was sleeping in his small apartment in a rundown housing district somewhere in Sega City when he heard his cellphone ring. He picked it up half asleep and then completely woke up at the sound of his Commanders barking voice. He then hung up the phone.

Get your butt over at HQ, ASAP! was the single order given to him by Commander Jack Reeves, the Commanding Officer of SONIC and effectively Knights boss.

With a mind that was still a bit hazy, Scorpion Knight gets dressed in casual clothing, straps his gun holster under his arm (which also held two more pouches, one for a suppressor that wasnt currently attached to the handgun, and one for a combat knife) put on a black leather jacket and left the apartment.

He hoped on his motorcycle (Harley Davidson style bike) and headed towards the HQ Tower.
20 minutes later he had reached his destination and quickly took the service elevator.

After a few minutes, Knight was sitting in the briefing room, drinking a cup of coffee, as he was shown footage from Green Labs as well satellite images of an unidentified aircraft that was there at some point last night.

REEVES: On 0030 hours standard time, the government-funded Scientific Research Facility Green Labs was destroyed in a nuclear explosion.
Green Labs personnel where making a Prototype Miniaturized Nuclear Reactor the project was headed by Administrator Vector, himself.
Intel suggests that this was no accident, but rather a calculated act by an unknown assailant. The only clue we have is the image of an unknown type of aircraft. The way it disappeared suggests that it has Optical Camouflage Stealth Cloaking capabilities. Weve been unable to find anything else about its origin.
The official word from the Administration is that it was an accident. However, weve been ordered to investigate this, find out who was behind it, and put a stop to his plans whatever they are.
We do not presently know if the explosion was an act of sabotage on the Reactor itself, or a Nuclear Bomb. We are operating on the worst case scenario that it was a Nuke, and that the assailants have taken the Prototype Reactor into their possession.

Knight: So, what are my orders? We wait to find out who is behind it, and then I take them out?

Reeves: Your mission is to investigate anything regarding this incident, and tracing all leads to the perpetrators, after that you are to stop them by any means necessary You should start by going in Green Labs, or whats left of it, and investigate there. Perhaps you might find suspicious characters there. There is no need to worry for radioactivity. It has been cleared by the Admins.

Knight: You are sending my in a wild goose chase. Im a soldier, not a police investigator!

Reeves: You will accept those orders, soldier!

Knight: *shaking his head* Yes sir

Reeves: Heres a map that shows the location of Green Labs. Its 50 miles off Sega City. Now, get a move on.

Knight drinks the rest of his coffee and gets up, slowly making his way to the ground floor and out in the courtyard.
As he nears his bike, he lights a cigarette and then starts unraveling the map.

Knight: Craptastic Like Im in the mood to drive 50 miles of the city limits just to see a smoking crater. Just what the hell does he expect me to find there, anyway?!

Suddenly his eyes widen as he looks at the facilitys location on the map.

What the hell?! Thats... Thats WepTechs R&D facility, Division 13!

He lifts his head and stares at the sky. Then slowly folds the map and rides his bike.

So, who would have thought Id go back there again, especially under these circumstances. Back to my birthplace.

TBC

OOC: Throughout this RP I'll be using Sailor "Camden" Bayfield as my primary character

I'll be brief about her, as I'm the type who explains backstory during a post. This is what she looks like

Also, you should note that Craig's evil counterpart, Stressed Bayfield, is as described in my intro post an evil personality which rises during times of stress and anger. They briefly split bodies. I'll explain more when/if I have to.

IC:
Thunder crackled in the sky, Craig stood looking up at a tower, where a single silhouette stood beaming down at him from high above. Frozen with fear and curiosity, the young lackey was helpless as the figure dived down several stories and landed a flying kick right into his jaw. He pulled himself up and looked at the figure, still standing and his eyes grew wide
NO!
Then the figure lashed forward towards him in a brutal fury.
Im booting you out!

AAARRRGH!

Craig thrust his eyes open and snapped forward in his bed, breathing heavily.
Just a dream he reassured himself, relieved. Since the whole Herland incident Craig had been finding it harder and harder to sleep, something changed during that mission and he couldnt work out what.
Groggily he pulled himself from the bed and looked out his window, he didnt own curtains. Infact, looking at the lackeys bedroom the only thing he seemed to possess was a kettle, some instant coffee, some sugar and if he was lucky, some milk. It was like a blank canvas that the teenager could find neither the time nor the energy to fill.
Despite the lack of dcor or a homely touch, Craigs little one bedroom flat in MF Central was quite the property, a lot of users who were living further away from the heart of Sega City would surely have killed to get that place, and they probably WOULD have killed if they saw how little respect Craig showed for the place. He didnt even own a family photo or a television.
But, all in all, it wasnt a bad day in Sega City, the sun was shining, the clouds were thin and wispy, not a sound of the mod squad sirens to be heard.
He grinned to himself as he put the kettle on for a cup of coffee to start the day, the nightmare already fading into distant memory, like the sun in the desert horizon.
Life wasnt so bad for the MoFos little lackey, he did his jobs and got something that no amount of money could buy, satisfaction. It wasnt quite bliss, but it was as close to it as could be earned alone.
Craig was happy though, sure he had a lot of set-backs over time, who hadnt, but in the grand scheme of things he felt appreciated and needed, and that made him not only happy, but himself.
Sadly, there are two sides to every coin.
His mind traced back to his nightmare, even if it was just a dream, he couldnt ignore it. Afterall, the evil counterpart he was fighting in his mind WAS just a figment of his imagination which managed to take shape, form and power. Usually hed dismiss it as a simple dream and be done with it, but his jaw was aching, A LOT. Stuff like that doesnt pass into the real world usually.
Jolted and unnerved, Craig made his way out to confirm his worst nightmares.
-

On the other side of town, in a similarly small apartment, but full of personalisations, Sailor Camden Bayfield sat on the edge of her bed watching the sun treacle over the rooftops of Sega City.
The name Camden was not her own, it was given to her by Tergonaut, long before he left the MoFo on his own personal missions. She kept it as one of the many ways of separating herself from her former counterpart. She loved Craig as if he were a brother, and kept in regular contact with him, but since her creation due to the Sailorness virus which infected the entire city, so long ago, she was his exact clone in a female body. Over time she grew to despise this and thusly set about becoming her own person, and making sure the entire world knew it. Reverting back to that name was one of the many steps.
For the past 2 years, she had been working part-time as a waitress in the Sailorness bar (she INSISTS that this is nothing like lackeying) and was settled into her little place in the world. Sure she rarely, if ever, left the district, but it was a happy little life.
Right now, she was sitting back on her bed, sipping tea and enjoying the simple beauty of a new day. Her mind traced back to the days when she was a considerably younger Craig always too busy running around doing more than he could handle, never stopping to admire the sunset or reading a newspaper or celebrating each and every moment, no Craig took life for granted. Camden on the other hand made sure to enjoy life to spite him, to make sure in her mind that she was better off than him, to rub his face in the fact that he was stuck being a stupid lackey while she was making the most of her life. The sheer thought of that stupid git running around smiling about getting Samanfurs morning paper to her before 9am or preparing a gourmet meal for Cee-Jays 2nd breakfast it made her blood boil, in a fit of rage she grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at the window. It bounced off with nothing more than a light thud.
After recovering from her little violent outburst, and putting the giant teddy back on its place on the bed, she got up and prepared for work.
Her eyes fell upon a piece of paper on her dresser, the same crumpled up piece of paper creased in so many ways from being scrunched up and thrown away, but itd always end up straightened and re-read over and over again. Camden was a strong person, far stronger than her counterpart, but that letter was her weakness, her shame and her sorrow. She could neither destroy it, nor bear to keep it. With a moments pause she rushed over, folded it and put it in her Fuku for the sake of sentiment.
One of the nicer things about being a Sailorness Senshi, was that she never needed to change clothes, all it would take is for someone to blink and any damage or dirt they saw would never have existed. Camden liked to focus on the benefits, if she did that, she could go to sleep at night comfortable with who she was and not crying herself to sleep that Craig got to be Craig, while she was forced to be Camden.
Being an exact clone of someone sucked when you dont get to be yourself.
She didnt hate her brother. She just envied him

-

Craig slowly navigated his way down the inner scaffold of an abandoned building in the suburbs of the city. The last time he was in this building was over a year ago when Stressed Bayfield, that being the physical embodiment of hi, not the split personality; had called him for a final showdown to determine which one of them got to exist and which one had to die, a challenge which resulted in him being killed.

Climbing down a pole like this was tricky work; Craig often wished he had more agility, more than strength or speed, which is why on his frequent visits to the RP Guild he would use an athletic squirrel as his character. It was fun to swing through trees and dodge bullets or jump twice as high as he could in reality, but in the end, it was only a game. After he returned to reality he was still Craig Bayfield, lackey, coward, weakling and unable to climb down a pole with ease.
His mind trailed back to the reason he was here. In his heart, he was terrified, the idea that his nemesis, who he had finally defeated in this very building, has returned was scary enough, without the thought that he had come to deliver revenge. Why else would they meet in this room?
The building in question was an orphanage, the place where Craig grew up. He never knew his family, or how he ended up in this orphanage, all he knew was that it was where he grew up and where the split personality was born. According to Stressed, as he ranted angrily at Craig the last time they met, Stressed Bayfield, the evil persona, was the original personality and remained so until the boy was 7 or 8 years old. That was the year that Craig Bayfield was responsible for hospitalising a fellow orphan, for a reason that neither Craig nor Stressed remember; it was that moment in which the Craig we know today was born, fighting against the evil which ruled his soul; Craig decided never again to do anything like that. His morals were all built on that single event and with such a strong flame burning in his heart; the original personality was buried and forgotten. But over time, Craigs anger and stress began to surface and, still unable to allow his evil side have healthy outlets, a divide was made, Craig of light and Craig of dark. Most of the time Craig of light was the one who would win the struggle for control, but there were always times when it was hard to fight.
Whatever the reasoning or origins, Craig was Craig. He knew that in his heart and though the poisoned side of his mind had returned to life, he was still a decent and honest guy. To prove this once and for all, he had returned to the place where it all began, to end it again.

Welcome home Craig, back to the old haunt, just you and me a voice echoed from all the corners of the room, Craig momentarily admired the power of his mind to create such an effect, knowing full well that the person speaking was a figment of his imagination.
Stressed?! Where are you! Craig yelled, to himself, and the darkness.
Im right here the evil counterpart replied, Craig turned and there he was alright, in all his former glory and we have a lot to discuss

-

YARGH!!! I BE WANTING ANOTHER PINTO ALE! ME ARDY, AND SOME CRACKERS FOR POLLY!
Can someone remind Sailor Evil were not in Skies of Arcadia land anymore?
I think she knows
But Ive got drag drag drag

Camden sighed, life at the Sailorness bar was never dull, even at the earliest of morning, it seemed like all of the Senshi restricted to the Sailorness district could do for fun was hang out in this bar. Things were never exciting, except that one time the Evil Admins accidentally stumbled in looking for a drink.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shout above all other screaming and fuss.
PACKAGE FOR CAMDEN BAYFIELD! called out the postbird from across the noisey bar, Camden walked over and saw a small package with a note attached, she slowly read the note, then held the rectangle package curiously.
Ill be back later gals she yelled, to no one in particular take care of things while Im gone and with that Camden left the Sailorness bar, and the district for the first time in almost 2 years.

-

Craig lay on the dusty ground of the abandoned orphanage looking up at his imaginary counterpart, muttering to himself hes not real but a swift kick to the gut reminded the lackey that though he knows he isnt real, their mind still sees, hears, smells and most of all feels.
Give it up! the evil double snarled Its useless to fight me
Desperation sunk in, what Stressed had told him moments ago, on top of the physical beating, were enough to destroy his resistance.
Youre right he whimpered I give in
Excellent mused Stressed, as Craig lost consciousness and the body lay still.

OOC:
OK, I had this hilarious thought, and couldn't help not posting it.

Craig, since you will now play a female char, you dont have to worry about falling for girls that are actualy guys, but can you grasp the obsurd beauty of the irony if Camden falls for a guy, who then turns out to be a girl?

LMAO!

OK, I'll shut up now. ^__^

OOC: Okies, new GM time!

Name: Thamior Headbuster
Age: 26
Description: home.graffiti.net/Thamior/thamior2.gif (Curtesy of MoKat)
Equipment: Thamior carries around a huge greatsword on his back (Think Buster Sword).
Powers/Abilities: Thamior posesses superhuman strength and physical durability, allowing him to lift heavy weights, resist physical injury, poisons, drugs and toxins, regenerate wounds at an accelerated rate, and leap great distances.
Personality: Thamior has a very simple and straightforward outlook on life. He's not stupid, per se, he just believes that he can do anything he puts his mind to, and when he's angry he doesn't let anything get in his way. However, Thamior also has a strong moral center, and will drop everything if there's someone in danger.
Bio: Thamior doesn't like to talk about his past. He's been in Sega City for a year or two now, and is one of the few that remembers the events of Herland.

IC: Thamior sat at the bar of the Coffee House, the most-visited establishment of caffeine and alcohol in the SPA. The barman and owner, BFFG, stood behind the bar polishing a glass. He noticed that Thamior had been different since Herland. More importantly, since his encounter with TBlood...
"You Alright?" asked BFFG.
"Hmm?" Thamior looked up from his coffee at the golem, "Sure..."
BFFG leaned forward, "How many coffees you had today?"
"Just the one."
"Ah." BFFG straightened up, "There's the problem then."
Thamior didn't answer. Believing that his customer would rather be left alone, BFFG went back to polishing glasses.

Alone with his thoughts, Thamior replayed a memory over and over again in his head...
There he stood, the massive figure of Mobius Tetherblood before him. Gritting his teeth, he leapt forward to oppose the giant. Then, everything changed. He felt himself hurled around, his senses overwhelemed by the massive input. The light, the sound, the smell, the touch, the taste of it, all too much. He felt the cold hard logic of Law, the unbridled passion of Chaos, the dark pit of Evil, the barren emptiness of Neutrality, and the raw, primal energies of the Elements. He dropped to the ground, gasping for breath, but still he got to his feet, and stood his ground...
Thamior shuddered slightly. But one more memory troubled him the most. Then he gazed at the TV above the bar. His eyes widened. He quickly got off his stool and ran out of the building, and down the street.
BFFG, noticing that his customer had left without paying, shrugged and picked up a black slate. He then picked up a piece of chalk with his other hand and drew a small line on the tally next to, "Splinky".
"That's 8 coffees he owes me for..."

Further down the street, Thamior's heavy boots thudded on the street with each step, as he ran towards the site of the disaster. More than anything, one memory had bothered him the most. Amidst all the chaos, law and darkness, he remembered most vividly the sight of those pearly gates...

Name: Sailor "Camden" Bayfield
Age: Technically 20, though she was born during the Sailorness epidemic 4 years ago (yes, it's been that long)
Appearance: See photo.
Bio: Born of the Sailorness virus, Camden is Craig's exact female duplicate in both looks and personality. She DESPISES this and seeks to earn her own existance free of her brother. She hasn't left the Sailorness district much since the end of the Sailorness affair. Her one weakness is the shame and guilt she feels over the one time she let anyone get "close" to her, only to have tried to destroy Sega City and be killed in a climactic battle the following day. The only memento she has is the goodbye note she tried to throw away thousands of times, but never could.
Powers: Weak psychic abilities linked to her Sailor abilities. She never worked out how they worked, and never tried, but she has been able to go into people's dreams and even drag them into her own. Also feels a minor link to her "brother" in the same way that he did with Stressed Bayfield, though with much weaker empathy (for those who don't know, when Craig and Stressed had seperate bodies they could feel eachother's thoughts and pain when close, we'll get to that later)
Weakness: She has little physical strength or even powers, she's fairly helpless, much like her brother. Though being a Sailorness soldiers gives her some advantages in combat.

IC:

'To Camden. A little sneak preview, curtesy of a friend'
She read the little label over and over, it was certainly Craig's hand-writting, but something felt wrong about it. She carefully exaimned the video-cassettte that was enclosed in the package, but didn't find anything worth writing home about. So she placed it into her VCR and turned the TV on, feeling a shiver down her spine, knowing already that she wasn't going to be witnessing something pretty.

'GOOD MORNING ADMINS!' screamed a voice from the speakers, Camden recognised it instantly and scowled as Stressed Bayfield waltzed on screen 'and our preview audience aswell!' he waved at the camera with a grin that'd make The Joker look depressed, Camden scowled even more at the audacity of this action 'Now, I'm sure you've all been wondering "Where's Stressed? Why isn't he returning my calls? Why is Evil Vec getting more and more annoyed lately? The answer is of course, that the lackey of Crystal Tower has been out of action' Camden rolled her eyes, she was one of only 3 people in the entire city who knew that Stressed was "dead", this didn't interest her at all 'Why have I been away you ask? Let's show the re-run, why don't we'
Her eyes grew wide in shock and horror as she witnessed the truth behind "that day" last year. It was unbelievable, but she was witnessing it with her very eyes. It made no sense!
'Shocking, ain't it folks' the video Stressed added, munching popcorn onscreen.

As the video continued talking mindless drivel, Camden's head started to buzz, at first it was a light tingle, but soon her hands shot to her head and her teeth gritted in sheer pain, she slammed her eyes shut and then all was calm.

'Remember the last time we were here'
'How could I forget'
'Well I always have it on video if you forget'
'WHAT!?!'
'Which brings me to my next point...'

Camden's eyes opened again, 'What the hell was that?!' she screamed to the air in general, she looked at the black screen of her television, the video must have ended. She didn't bother turning it off or retrieving the cassette, instead she just ran out, her brother was in trouble and she had to help.

The black screen flickered back to life 'What? You're still here? The show's over.

Name: Mobius Springheart
Occupation: Freelance Investigator, Pilot extraordinaire.
Description: Mobian Eagle...as depicted at www.geocities.com/sktnz/Mobius.html

Description ends.

< AND I WILL STAY, DAGNABBIT...Oo; >

Sega City - Some sleazy backwater tavern...

The doors opened slowly, as the eagle set foot in the place of the unholy, the uncaring, and those who just couldn't care less.

Perplexed by the recent events, and more than a tad worried for the city's safety, he had taken it upon himself to instigate an investigation into the events surrounding the accident.
He knew Admins weren't careless with anything, so just to 'slip up' with a nuclear device was kinda suspicious to him.

He slowly walks up to the bar, and glances at the TV...which had details of the accident on some news program.

" Seems like everywhere ya go, everyone's tuned in to the same station. " Mobius mused to the barkeep. "I'll take a whiskey, with some information to go. "

The barman looked at Mobius coldly...

" What makes you think I have any idea? " the balding bear behind the counter shot back. " I'm just as in the friggin' dark as anyone... "

" Come on, Larry... " The eagle smiled " Not a single low-life who's ever been through the city *hasn't* stopped by here. SURELY, ya gotta have something fresh for me."

The bear handed Mobius the whiskey, and shook his head...

"Not this time, man...wish I did, I tell ya, but this one ain't on the books." He frowns quickly, and sighs... "And if I did, which I DON'T, I wouldn't wanna risk my remaining lifetime jus' telling some nosy bird what people would be doin' settin' off such a device...call it a life assurance. MINE..."

Mobius just sipped the whiskey, and allowed himself to process the words of the bear. Larry was an ex-con, a thief, and a damn bad barman sometimes, but a liar was something that just didn't enter into it. He could cover up, yeah, but even Larry wouldn't wanna see the city in more trouble than it was worth...

"A'ight - but if anything SHOULD come to light, jus' give us a call...ya know the number, well...at least to the office. Oo; " Mobius never gave his own number - for obvious reasons. The office would forward the calls to his mobile instead.

The bear waved him off, with a smirk. " Whatever - just drink up an' get on with ya job...an' be careful. " He looked around, and leaned forward in a hushed tone."I don't exactly wanna lose my best customers, ya know - try to keep the place in one piece, at least."

With that, the bear moved on to the other end of the bar...leaving Mobius to ponder the way to get some kinda lead.

|TBC|

Name: Xagarath Ankor

Occupation: Head of the newbie "welcoming" organisation, freelance warrior. And other activities unknown.

Description: Black-armoured warrior with glowing green eyes, armour looks fairly organic, black tendrils coming off shoulders, cloak/robe that shifts shape as he wills it, no mouth or any sign of one in helmet.
www.deviantart.com/deviation/2929383/

Abilities: mainly human skills, but at a very high level. Expert at all forms of combat, very fast and skilled, powerful mage, able gadgeteer. Seems to be immortal, and has absolutely no psychic ability, as has a mental block that prevent shis mind from developing psychically, but also makes him completely invulnerable to any kind of mental assault of ability- it's as though his mind isn't there at all. Very tough and resistant to injury. Armour is actually transformed skin- hard for him to maintain any other appearance.
Immortality and mind block are his only superhuman abilites, besides the armour.

Bio: Has been alive, at the present point in time, for roughly eight millenia. After destroying the manipulative supreme being of his own universe in a war that lasted millenia, has left his own reality behind to journey the multiverse in an attempt to increase his skills and abilities. Hates supreme beings, universal orders, and any individual or faction who tries to run the human race according to their own purposes- has dedicated his life to destroying such. Believes primarily in human free will and freedom from the interference of ruling beings.
Has a tendency for enormously complex plans and contingencies, using intelligence and resources rather than raw power to achieve his goals.

Xagarath sat in a hard, twisted black seat in his fortress, which he had left concealed in the extradimensional space it had retreated to during Herland. After the events of that time, it had seemed prudent to make preparations for more dire contingencies.
These rumours are disturbing...
While I myself had concluded that the explosion was no accident, it was not in my predictions that this opinion would be shared by so many in such strength so soon, particularly given the tendency of this city to believe official announcements. The most likely explanation, therefore, is that they were planted by someone with inside information.... either a member of the forum administration, or one of those who actually caused the explosion.
Either way, following the rumours naturally would be playing into someone's hands, and that would be... unacceptable.
It is unlikely that this is another act of the god-being Tetherblood, which is fortunate, as the groundwork for plans to counter that entity are still being laid. Hence, another individual or group can be deduced... probably a group, as isolated acts of notable destruction tie in less well with an individual psychology.
It is an entirely possible contingency, therefore, that this hypothetical organisation either plan or represent some threat to the city or social order. This is undesirable.
Therefore, further investigation is recommended, in a deep cover scenario, with further contingencies implemented to guard as far as is possible against whatever purpose the rumour-spreaders may have. Let us take the worst-case scenario and assume that it was our theoretical antagonists. Therefore utmost preparation will be needed to prevent a greater threat arising.
Subtefuge is also necessary, as are guards against harm to myself. The mentally-controlled artificial body solution should solve both problems, and as it proved resonably satisfactory in the Herland incident, it can be resorted to again.
In the meantime, groundwork for other plans can be laid.
Hence, a suitable body must be created, one that does not resemble myself in appearance or skill... at least not outwardly.
Hmmm....
Having finished his train of thought, the black-armoured immortal strode through to his laboratory, to prepare a suitable shell for his mind to inhabit in the forthcoming investigation.

"Gin and tonic," Srol murmerred to the waitress, but quickly changed his mind. "Better make that coffee. Black." He had lost enough time recently to drinking.

He had started on the other side of town, and worked his way through the various sections of Sega City. He had been looking for any signs of destruction, but wherever the nuke had detonated, it looks like the Admin's cleanup had been very thorough. The geiger counter had been at his belt, and other then a few clicks from some stray harmless alpha and beta particles, it had remained mostly silent. He had spoken to a few NPC's about what had happened, but most of them didn't know and didn't care.

Without answers, he had ended here, in a smallish diner by the border of the Pappirini Polis. In the past, he would've called up a fellow forumer, but he really didn't know who to call. In the last year or so, he had burned so many bridges by keeping to himself, he wasn't sure if anyone would even take his calls.

Old faces floated through his memory. Craig, Sakaki, Tergonaut, the mods, the admins...something caught on the edge of his thoughts for a second, only to dissappear, as though he should be thinking of someone, but wasn't. The feeling was gone as soon as it left.

Srol sighed, and gulped down the coffee the waitress had left at the table. Moping wasn't helping anybody. If he was serious about finding out what had happened, he had to swollow his doubts and find a forummer.

He paid the check and headed for the door.

IC:

The scene of the explosion was drawing an unhealthy amount of attention, especially as radation poisoning was a very probable threat.

On the outskirts of the crowds, 2 figures, one male, one female, watched amused
'I couldn't have timed this better if I had tried' the male said, breathing out cigarette smoke 'A subtle distraction is just what we need'
'What are you scheming now?' the female asked, sounded annoyed and rude, as always
'My dear Ina, that would be telling, and as greatful as I am for you with stage 1 of the plan, I am not prepared to tell you what I have in-store for our pretty little Sailor'
The girl growled, whacked the male on the back so hard he almost swallowed his cigarette and shouted 'Cut the cool act! What are you doing?!'
Coughing and hacking the male returned to his upright state 'The rest of this plan depends on her, I thought giving her a wild goose chase would be enough, but I can smell an adventure brewing and it would be beneficial for all involved if she was present in the party'
"Ina" seemed bored by the male's ramblings and was sneaking through the crowd to get a better look.
'Sometimes I wonder why I bother' the male sighed, sparking up another fag.

Meanwhile Sailor Bayfield was, as predicted, passing the site herself, for some reason the curiosity and concern over-rided her desire to find and help her "brother", she approached the closest she could get before barricades and such were the only thing ahead.
'What happened here?' she asked, to anyone who would answer.

Mobius suddenly finds himself looking at the back of a familiar-looking head...was that Srol? Oo;

He picked up the drink, and headed over to check this out.

"That you, Srol?" He says, approaching from behind. "You out here for the same reason as me, or what?"

At least there would be somebody to bounce ideas to...

~Short, sweet, and to the point. :P~

OOC:

Name: Weirdo
History: In the past, he used to be rivals with Xagarath Ankor and the owner of a small clan of NPCs named "The Brotherhood". As for what's happened to the brotherhood scince is unknown even to him scince he disbanded the group so long ago.
Now his own man, he's been training hard in sword-based combat and has become quite the expert at weilding his flamberge, though he's quite capable with other weapons as he has found out in the past.
Only towards the end of Herland did Weirdo show himself once more, but after that incident he made himself determined to reinstate himself as a player in this world.

Abilities 'n' stuff: Albeit an elf, Weirdo has next to no magical powers. His key qualities are super-strength, expertise at weilding swords (especially the Flamberge) and an enhanced speed. His armor being mythril does not slow him down, but it protects him well whilst being far from invincible.
Although he can fight bare-handed, he's far slopper at it than he is with a weapon.
His Flamberge is adamantium in material, although less solid metals could withstand the strength of his own attacks, weirdo prefers a weapon he can rely on which is why he went for adamantium (at great expense).

IC:

Upon hearing about the explosion, Weirdo grew interested in finding the cause immediatly.
"Funny." He remarked. "I knew that something would happen, I just had no idea it'd be something like this."
He picked up his toast, and ate it. (well what else wouldya do with it..) He stood up, grabbed his sword, and headed out. "Time to find some other forummers, methinks."

Any other street, a guy walking along in big black armor, carrying a 6 foot sword would be somewhat questionable, but I guess the people of the MFW have seen weirder things. Carrying on, the dark-knight lookalike spotted two people about to leave a coffee shop or bar of some kind. He recognised Srol. He stood in the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb, waiting for them to make their next move.

"Ina" knew better than to smack Stressed around in public. She knew it was him, mainly because Stupid (as she called the real Craig) didn't smoke.

But she decided to bide her time. She'd smack him around at a more inopportune time.

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???: This is incredible!
??: A nuclear explosion.
????: Who'd a thunk.....

Near the center of the crowd was a frowning tan echidna. There was almost no radiation left, nothing for her to absorb and use. She gave a huff.

ECHIDNA: Damn....

Suddenly, she felt a poke. She turned and saw an NPC looking inquisitively.

NPC: Miss, this is dangerous.
ECHIDNA: Oh?
NPC: Yes, I....forgive me for belittling you. I've just never seen you before.
ECHIDNA: Thaaaaat's fine!
NPC: What's your name? You look pretty miss.

At this, the tan echidna turned away, seemingly bashful. However, if the NPC had looked, he would have seen a very demonic grin on her face.

ECHIDNA: Oooohohoho....you're too kind!
NPC: Heehee.

The echidna turned back and gave an oh-so-innocent smile to the NPC.

ECHIDNA: My name is....Cookirini. And you can take that to the bank!

OOC:
Name: Swifthom / Swiftbomb
Occupation: Man of Leisure/Unproven Criminal
Description: Two very simmilar humans who even think along the same lines, the only difference between them being that Swiftbomb doesn't conform to the rules that Swifthom sets, he loves crossing the line wheras Swifthom shies away from rule breaking.
Medium height, skinny with dark hair and eyes.

Abilities: None, they're just exceptional people with quite smart minds and a drive...

Bio: Swifthom and Swiftbomb dont talk much about their history, there really isnt alot of it to talk about...
Exactly how they became so simmilar it isn't known, but they are practically identical in every but one way.
Swifthom is a respected if quietmember of the community.
Swiftbomb is an outcast hated by everyone, but he doesnt really care about that.

IC:
A hand clasped Weirdo's shoulder and span him around, Swifthom was grinning at him, "Weirdo? You heard the news too then? Good to see you mate." Swifthom had been up all night again working, but when he heard the news of the explosion he had known who to go to.

"I don't see what's so good about it?" echoed an identical voice behind Weirdo, Swiftbomb had appeared. The criminal stepped forward and offered Weirdo his hand. "I hate these crowds," he muttered angrily. Swiftbomb growled light heartedly...

"You hate everything, anyway I was looking for someone I recognised. How are you?"

"As well as I can be" He ramarked. He kept one eye on the bar. "This whole incident smells of something, don you think? What kind of an accident ends up like that, anyway?"

OOC: You know better than to even second guess my involvement, lol

Name: DL
Birth Name: Derek Laster
Age: 21
Strengths: Mental puzzles, scientific equations, silence, sprinting, swimming
Weaknesses: Light in certain denominations, social situations, Mediocre stamina

BIO: {Partially yoinked from Scorpion Knights bio.}
WepTech Corporation was a scientific firm specializing in genetic research and weapons development (usually combined).

Most of WepTechs projects were intertwined and had the common goal of creating the Ultimate Soldier. This Objective was met with the completion of Project Revival but the company was shut down by the authorities shortly after that (the result of the Revival Project was NightShade, and his adventures can be seen in Group Mission Revival, over at the MF Classics).

However, the Revival Project was the culmination of many different experiments that were held by WepTech, and the data amassed by those experiments was combined to form it and create NightShade.

Previous to Nightshade, there were many test subjects that were subjected to reverse radiation testing procedures in order to devise the right about of manipulations needed for their desired effect.

Working in one of the subsidiary labs in Illinois, Derek was a up and coming scientist-remarkably skilled in his field. That was until one day, when his mentality snapped {due to extensive pressures outside andinside the workplace} and he forcefully subjected himself to the testing, {albiet unwillingly}

The end result left him with a weakening epidermal structure, and a peculiar ability...In any event, the documentation of what exactly happened to Derek after those days were lost-but the scienfitic progress reports were sent over to the head researchers at Webtech-and they were used primarily in the creation of Nightshade.

Personality: Silent on the outside, loud on the inside. That's DL. It's because of the myraid of voices in his mind that consistently shot ahd yell and talk and murmur, and he has to hear everything they say. They drove him to insanity years ago-but he dosen't show it outwardly. He use them when he needs to {or when they so choose}

He's not really approachable, and when you look at him, he dosen't catch your eye as someone that you want to go up to and ask for directions. But he dosen't just lurk in the shadows watchng the day go by, he has his own things to do.

Appearance:
You'll usually never see DL without a long green trench coat. If you do, consider yourself a lucky individual. He wears it because he has no skin-{and to himself, no more humanity} All that he has is a dark thick smoky-like form that is consistant to a humanoid form. His eyes are still visible though, icy blue and heartless as such.

Abilities:
DL, in the past, used to have none. But as he's grown to accept and utilize these gifts of his, they now cover a good few skills. He learned only one specified style of magic, as well as his sword skills.

As such, he can teleport, and fly. That's it for the common things. He has a unique style of sword fighting, and he carries his blade around {No-Datchi} under his coat.

Powers:
For his speciality, DL can slide into the shadows, a term he has called Shadow-Phasing. What makes this more eerie is that he can control other object's shadows nearby for defensive purposes {or just to freak people out-yes think the Ring}. Now as of late, he can shoot Shadowballs {Quantity determined by how many are in the area.}

Side notes: So all don't get confused.
Plain Italics=Dl's own voice in his head.
Underline Italics=the female voice in his head.
Bold Italics=the male voice in his head

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IC:

The Nexus

Pfft. Hair's getting long. should cut it. But that's why things haven't been chronologically correct in my mind. Now that I know this...
well I suppose it is but a trivial piece of information, I never really cared for her presence anyway, annoying twit
..some things will make sense.
How long have I been here?

???: Yassil frain ldntlt

DL: I see. Well, I think it's about time for me to go, I feel as if I have reconstructed and learned everything I've needed to know currently.

::The odd little being squished itself inward, before popping away. As such, He stood up from his kneeling position, and turned to look at the strange new land he was in. Only it wasn't new anymore. He had spent what seemed like an eternity learning infathomable things, some unnessecary. All because of a few key words and one little portal. A portal which had not re-opened since he got here.::

DL: ..Maybe I should stop this unneccesary "self-betterment" kick I've been diluting myself to believe I need, and move on. ::A slant to brush the hair away, glances taken would reveal that this area was now barren of forms travelling through. Until a sharp piercing arrow landed directly in front of DL, before exploding. The blast caused DL to hop back a few steps, but in those few steps, a message was relayed to him by...something.

Something telling him to return to Sega City, that he needed to "watch the situation at hand"::

DL: ...Fine. ::Knowing where the exit would be, he relaxed his muscles, before imaging the place in his mind where the portal first dropped him off at. In a split second, the lad was gone, his displacement leaving him to fall quite a ways.

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Sega City: 7 minutes before incident.

::He landed on the outskirts of the city, about 1 mile away from any tangible structure. He could use the walk, he figured. Eyes looked across the landscape, noting only the structure in the distance, and what seemed to be the City farther away...maybe 5-6 miles? So then, what was that?::

DL: Seems we all have our little secrets, now don't we...::He began to walk at his natural pace-ensuring his coverage of the distance within ten minutes. Coming from the west, DL feared nothing coming out of the ground or the sky. Armed guards would not be able to hit him, they would not believe that there was a walking shadow amongst them.

Though..as he got closer, the shape of the facility began to startle him. It looked like a high level security complex...the type of place where you would hide a reactor of some sort. Or test something of some caliber! He growled at the prospect of that, and hastened his stride to that of a light jog, in order to ensure he could get in the place before--::

DL: Jets?

::He froze on the spot, staring upward, as two jets shot away. He noted their coloring immediately, before they seemed to instanteously dissapear? No, their engines were still in audible range. They were cloaked. Who in the wor--::

DL: A third? ::He quickly wasted no time in flying upward, noting that whomever was flying would not notice him. DL watched as the third jet turned to leave, two people in it. He did not get a clear look at their faces, it seemed that they had masks or some sort. But the red and black coloration was most defintly a clue, before the cloak shielded everythng from DL's view.

Too bad DL would not be able to dscuss this with anyone soon. He wasted no time in teleporting to the ground, and running in the building, mind working as fast as possible

DL: Fleeing a scene as fast as possible...I give it that the jets are moving at accelerated speeds. Until they reach a suitable distance to which...::He stopped his sprint, looking at the mass of bodies in the area. Eyes opened wide, when he realized that there was a red light blinking to his left-and then shut for a instant.::

..Check.

::Cue explosion.::

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15 min later

::A smoldering mass of some magnitude fell from the heavens, landing in the dirt with hardly no impact at all. It coughed and hissed at the feeling it was experiencing, before dried flakes of what could be nuclear buildup flew from its form.::

DL: Stinking..nuclear..reaction...ionic..charges...

::He wondered if he had fallen closer or father from the blast site, since the distance he teleported to only threw him at the top of the mushroom cloud, sending him higher. At that moment though, he felt as if he knew this was only the beginning of something. Great time to come back, huh?::

DL: Can't move...body stimulation to react is reversed and fluxed...damn particles!

::He would be fine though, thanks to Sam's unseen actions of Alteration. Though she knew not of his continuing ascent, so when she nullified the flow of particles and waves, it also shirked his upward momentum.::

DL: Time to get to work...soon as I can move..
===================================

3 hours later

::He had made a recovery, enough to move. At least he did not have to worry about the visible side effect of radiation, that being skin degredation. Hanging his head down as he walked though, the city would be finally reached.

Hair mangled and partially staticy {to say the least} the ragged one would begin his trip here, staying on the outskirts. Soon the masses would come, and with it, all the information he would need. Then he could check out the usual suspects, and make his way from there.

As he sat there in the early hours of the morning, he heard people already shuttling news back and forth. The rumor mill never ceased to amaze him. The newspapers were already getting pictures for a special edition for the next morning, news reports were about to hit the airwaves...and soon the town would be all hustle bustle about this event. But it was only 3 am now...::

Smells like fun.
Will it stay planetary this time?
It should.
That's great. We get to play around home!
...Right. Anyway. It's too early to deduce anything. Let the crowds come to us.
So..we're going to sit here and wait? Man what kind of plan is that.
Idiot! What are going to do? "Oh! Hi Admins! Remember me, that shady fellow that dosen't like you. Oh well I just came from this explosion! There were these jets around and I then saw all these DEAD BODIES!
No need to scream...no need to scream, my eyes and ears are still ringing.

::All in all, another day in the life.::

OOC: Cool, I watched about the last 10 pages of Herland with relative intrest, so I'm eager to join up to this, anyway, here we go. I'll be using OTB, and maybe I'll use OTS and E.L in a very minor cameo if I ever get the chance...

***

Full name: One Tru Blu
Nickname: Blu
Age: 17
Speices: Human
Height: 173cm
Weight: 77kg
Build: Average
Eye colour: Cyan blue
Hair colour: Blue with white streaks
Likes: Toast, chips, tomato ketchup, being lazy
Dislikes: Doing work, cooking, cheaters.
Strengths: Aha, this is where it gets intresting, OTB himself doesn't have any special abilities, he can throw the odd fast punch and kick, but that's about it, his real strength comes from his trademark weapon: the frying pan of justice, which is blessed with certain magic powers, including energy spheres, stun beams and Blu's signature move: Heroic Inferno. The pan also has an ability to shapeshift into other weapons from time to time too. (A very versatile weapon indeed.)
Weaknesses: Since Blu was only given the frying pan by a stranger, he doesn't really know how to use most of it's powers, making it's attacks somewhat spontaneous, unruly, and certainly dangerous.

Pic here: OTB in the middle, One Tru Sue on the left, Evil Lord Tru Blu on the right.

IC:

"You're joking..."

Blu looked down upon the empty packet of bread, looking inside to find even a crumb of bread.

"Great, now I can't have any toast, somebody's gonna pay for this!"

And thus, Blu stormed into the living room of his appartment, to find Sue, E.L, one true, Sailor Blu (Who isn't a saior scout, just a wannabe pirate girl) and Blu's pet Motobug all lazing about on the sofa.

Blu raised a finger to point at no-one in particular and began to shout:

"ALRIGHT? WHOEVER ATE ALL THE BREAD HAD BETTER GET READY TO PAY WITH THEIR LIVES!"

No-one answered.

"..."

Everyone was staring at the TV, obviously something important was on, and wasting no time, Blu dived over the sofa and straight in front of the TV. It was a newflash, and some sort of statement from the admins...

...

"Well that was odd" one true said, breaking the silence.

"Cool though, I wish I could do something like that" E.L said.

"But you can't" Sue interrupted, "All you have is that crazy stealth toaster."

"...Shut up"

Eventually, Blu stroked his chin, got up and said:

"Hmm. Well isn't that odd, an explosion in a building right out in the middle of nowhere. Very odd indeed."

"You think there's something more to this than they're letting us know?" Sue inquired.

"Of course they're hiding something, I think it's time I did a little detective work..." Blu smirked, while drumming his fingers along his frying pan.

"Yargh...But ye be not a detective says I, yargh..." Sailor Blu gave Blu a funny look from her armchair.

"Yeh, and you're not a sailor, so how about you shut up while I make some phone calls?"

"Yargh..." Sailor Blu turned back to watching TV, ignoring Blu's comment.

So, without further ado, Blu picked up the phone on the nearby table, and begain making phone calls, somebody had to know a bit more about what was really going on...

Swifthom shrugged, "Fishy? I've never heard anything fishier in my life."
"That's an exaguration," muttered Swiftbomb. "But none of my contacts have any idea what caused it, no-one know's anything." Swiftbomb had a past as an ex leader of the MoFo Mafia but the group had officially disbanded, still he had retained certain "contacts" in case of emergency, he had enough material to bribe anyone with, unfortunately there was almost tripple that amount out there that could incriminate him.

OOC: Yahhoooo! Now to dump Crimson into this crazy messed up universe. Long profile ahoy

Name: Crimson Darkwolfe

Age: Physically, 22, Actually, 67

Species: Wolf

Gender: Male

Physical Description:

Crimson is a red-furred wolf, around 4 ft tall and medium build. His muzzle, underbelly and undertail are white. He normmaly wears no clothing except for a pair of plain white gloves and a pair of black/dark red sneakers.

His head fur (or hair:P) is long and styled into a mullet, reaching the centre of his back. He has red eyes, and a squarish muzzle. He also has long canines that are visible even when his mouth is closed.

His tail is quite large and bushy, nearly matching him in size.

Pic:-www.deviantart.com/deviation/9253624/

Perosonality:

Crimson's personality is hard to describe, as it fluctuates. It is best described as a scale.

At one side you have Crimson, who is sociable,freindly and kind, but is also a coward. He also shows a good deal of self restraiant in all things. He can be labled (for the purpose of metaphor) as white.

At the other end, you have Darkwolfe, who is single minded, antisocial and irresponsible. He only cares about the task at hand, and nothing else. He can be labled black.

In between you have an innumerable amount of grey shades, this is where Crimson Darkwolfe's resultant personality lies. (For profiling purposes, I will take the resultant personality as dead centre, as this is where Crimson Darkwolfe strives to be.)

The dead centre personality is fairly anti-social, and works toward a definate goal, but will help others, and exercise self restraint.

Weapons and abilities:

Crimson carries with him a large sword-thing whose name I can't remember, Di-something. Anyway, this swordy thing is basically two swords, on the ends of a pole, one larger than the other. He has been trained extensivly with this, and thus can use it very effectivly, when his personality is more or less centered. If he is to far towards his Crimson persona, he will know how to use it effectivly, but will be to scared to do so. If he is to far towards his Darkwolfe persona, he has a tendancy to disregard technique, and lash out randomly.

Crimson can also use Chaos manipulation (like magic.) But this is very difficult. In theory, anything is possible with it, but in practice it is not so. To do anything, it must be balanced out, which can put severe mental, or physical, strain on Crimson.

Changing the direction of energy, is the most simple and easy thing to do, this requires almost no work. For example, a fireball or laser beam could quite easily be stopped, or reversed by Chaos manipulation.

Creating energy, in the form of fire, light or electricity, however, is nearly immpossible to to without passing out from the strain. Same for destroying energy to create cold or shadows.

Moving objects, via flight or levitation, falls somewhere inbetween. When moving things you have to rember Newton's 3rd Law, every force, produces an equal but opposite force. The trick is to make sure the oppostie force does not happen to you, unless you want to end up crushed against a wall.

Chaos manipulation can also be used to enhance the body's abilities, for strength, speed, or healing. But this is probably the most dangerous use. Enhanching the abililities means that the tissue effected will require more energy, which has to be gotten from somewhere. Unless you take extreme caution, this will come from burning the body's cells. EG: At one point, Darkwolfe used this to make himself
a lot stronger, but was incapicitated for 3 months as all the muscles had burnt out.

Crimson's personality can also effect his use of chaos manipulation, His Crimson Persona, will not use it, period. The Darkwolfe persona will use it without any thought of the repercussions, risking extreme injury to himself. The resultant persona will use Chaos manipulation, if nessicary, and will do everything possible to balance it out, but it couldn't, use the above example of Darkwolfe making himself stronger, as the mental effort required to do so without physical injury, would kill him.

(Note: Chaos manipulation is NOT Chaos control. It uses the ambient chaos energies contained within everything, and dosn't require a chaos emerald. Also, it cannot effect time (unless you wish to kill yourself in the process))

Being a wolf, Crimson also has strong jaws, but it dosn't really come up much.

Weaknesses and Flaws:

Crimson has a dislike for machines, and cannot effectivly use them. The dislike is exentuated the further from his central personality he gets, Crimson is afraid of machines, and Darkwolfe wishes to destroy them all.

Crimsons personality itself is also a big weakness, it requires a lot of mental effort simply to stay balanced, and things that make him angry, or scared, or remind him of his past, or anything like that, can push or pull his mental state one way or the other.

Certain sides of Crimson can be a disadvantage in certain situations.

Also, he is claustrophobic, which can be a bad thing.

His other weaknesses I think I explained in the strengths section o.O

History:

Crimson originally lived on an alternate mobius, one sharing more in common with that of the Fleetway continuity then anything else, but still with differences. Rather large ones.

He was born in the Metropolis Zone, a city, quite a nice one as far as cities go, and lived there for much of his childhood. He was happy living in Metropolis, there was nothing major to bother him.

However, when Crimson was seven years old, he was kidnapped by Robotniks stooges, and placed inside a badnik to be used as a living battery. The badnik in return kept his body in a sort of stasis.

While inside the badnik, the worlds hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, disappeared, trapped in another dimension. Without his arch-nemeisis to distract him, Robotnik put his full concentration into global domination, and without their figurehead, the resistance groups fell, one by one.

45 years past with Crimson trapped inside the machine, not quite asleep, not quite awake, semi-concosious of the world outside's fall into slavery and oppression. Finally, he was freed of his prison by Killian Greylocke, one of the last remaining freedom fighters. The years inside the machine had warped Crimson's mind,no longer was he the carefree child he once was, he now a single minded being, driven only by anger and revenge.

Killian managed to calm the Darkwolfe, and bring forward Crimson's old personality, but he could not fix the young wolf's mind completly. On a subconcious level, Crimson was two beings, vieing for supremacy, leaving Crimson's concious levels a mix of the two.

Killian, who had toured the world for 48 years now, and had learnt much, took Crimson as his apprentice, teaching him the ways of the blade, the use of Chaos manipulation, and how the world worked.

Five years later (when Crimson was twelve.) After moving from location to location, they came across a burning building in the Mystic Cave Zone. Dousing the fires, they found inside an injured and unconcious cat, named Vicktor, who turned out to be a gunrunner. In return for saving his life, Vicktor allowed Killian and Crimson to share his many hideouts across the Mystic Cave, but he would not speak with them, because they were both canines.

Before long, Killian worked hard at Vicktor's last nerve, and Vicktor attempted to kill Killian. But Killian, aware of certain customs among feline kind, had planned this, and defeated him easily, effectivly becoming the owner of Vicktor's life. He used his new influence to enlist Vicktor as a new member of his following, what would become the Cohort of the Blue Blur.

Another 10 years passed, with the Cohort gaining, and losing
many members. By the time they recruited a female ferret by the name of Carmen Alabaster, the Cohort had seven members, with Carmen becoming the eighth. Carmen was the first member of the cohort since Killian, to show a genuine interest in his personality, the rest just took him as he was and left it. Carmen became Crimson's apprentice in Chaos manipulation, the same way he bacame Killian's.

When the Cohort was nearly wiped out in battle, Crimson's Darkwolfe persona, took control, though his personality had been stable for years. During the battle, he nearly killed himself with the use of chaos manipulation, and was incapacitated for several months. After he recovered, his Crimson side had the upper hand, but only slightly, and he suprised the Cohort by being nice, complient, and addmitting his weaknesses.

More time passed, with Crimson being more Crimson than Darkwolfe, untill the general of the Mystic Cave Zone returned to an old tactic that had worked for his lord in the past. He once again started producing badniks. On a mission to destroy this new threat, Crimson saw the Badnik processing machine, and had a nervous breakdown, becoming a completly useless liability to the mission. Back at the hideout of the Cohort, Crimson recovered, but refused
to go on any more missions against the badniks as he would be no help.

Unfortunatly, the badniks came to them. Along with them the general. Whilst the Cohort were defending themselves, the general, being sadistic and evil, cornered Crimson, and started to torment him with descriptions of being inside a badnik, and other such mental torture. Carmen saved Crimson before the general could inflict more damage, killing the general in the process. She managed to enter Crimson's tortured mind, and balance the personas, before one took over permanantly.

From then on, Carmen and Crimson became unseperable, tied by a bond of the heart. Together with the rest of the Cohort, they escaped the Mystic Cave Zone, before the general's replacement nuked it out of fury.

Homeless and wondering, the Cohort followed Killian to Neo Green Hill Zone, an area that was once Green Hill, but is now a mass of bleak structures, where slaves are raised from birth, knowing only the glory of Robotnik. The area Carmen was born and raised. Under the Slave Farms, Killian led them to a deserted cave, a furry-made structure, which he called the "Kintobor base".

After managing to get the bases computer working, Killian opened a dimensional rift with a structure known as a Star Post into the special zone. Within the zone they infiltrated the Black Asteroid, where Sonic was being held captive, frozen outside of time. Taking Sonic back to the Kintobor base, Killian revealed himself to be Miles "Tails" Prower, Sonic's old companion.

Sonic managed to talk Tails into a full on attack on Metropolis, where Robotnik was located, and the Cohort, even with their doubts, followed them. It was a mistake. Sonic and Tails managed to gain access to Robotniks, central chamber, and even killed the dictator himself, however, they, and the rest of the Cohort, were killed in the process. The only one who survived, was Crimson, and he had been speared in the heart.

He managed to heal himself using Chaos manipulation, but the Crimson side of his personality, was dead, he had died with Carmen. Darkwolfe himself was lost in the world, Robotnik had been killed, his revenge exacted, but now he had no purpose and yet Robotnik's empire, carried on.

He wandered the world, seeking some purpose, destroying any robot in his path, and eventually came across a ledgend of an ancient crystal, on an island in the sky, with enough power to end all things. He decided that he would take a plane, find this crystal, and wipe any evidence of Robotnik's empire of the face of mobius.

Finding the island, he was met by an elderly echidna, who claimed to be the guardian of the crystal, known as the Master Emerald. The echidna had lived alone on the isle for 76 years, and had most definatly lost the plot a little. The echidna attempted to kill Crimson, but was defeated (not without dificulty) by the wolf. Reaching the ME, Crimson expected to be able to use the power to simply vaporise everything on the surface of the planet. Instead, the ME spoke to him, taking the forms of his lost companions. At the sight of Carmen, Crimson's Crimson side was reborn, and the Darkwolfe exercised enough self restraint to listen.

The ME told him to find the parts of the Chaos Emeralds, the physical Emeralds themselves, the spirit of the emeralds, and the powers they possesed.

The spirit of the emeralds he located in the far north, in a monestry hidden from the world, that was the easy part. The power of the emeralds was contained within Super Sonic. Sonic had surived the assualt on Metropolis, but only by becoming Super Sonic, absorbing the Chaotic energies Killian unleashed when he realised it was hopeless.

In a dual to the death, Crimson just barely managed to defeat Super Sonic, absorb the powers of the Chaos emerald into himself, though he could not access them with his Crimson side holding him back. The Final, physical part of the chaos emeralds was located in the metropolis zone. Crimson managed to retrive the emeralds after his Darkwolfe side was brought forth in anger, and he could use the powers of the emeralds.

Returning to the ME, the spirit, powers, and emeralds of the emeralds reunited, once again becoming a force of chaos. The ME, containing the spirit of Chaos spoke once again to Crimson, it told him that now he had the chaos emeralds, the ME could be used to destroy everything on the suface of mobius, but before the Darkwolfe could command it to do so, Crimson was once again brough into power by the vision of Carmen, and instead, sought a more benign solution.

He had Chaos use the good side of the emeralds to take him back in time 60 years (Via Chaos Control). Back to when he, and Sonic, were first imprisoned. Chaos did as he asked, but had to become one with Crimson, joining with him to create a being of chaos energy. His mental fued becoming a calm as Chaos took a modocome of control. Crimson was in charge, but Chaos was the one who used the body. He stopped himself from becoming a badnik, and stopped Robotnik's empire before it even began.

In doing so however, he became a paradox, he had come back in time to stop the future, but now the future was stopped, he had no reason to come back in time, so the future would revert, and he would come back in time, ad infinitum.

As a result, the universe created two Crimsons, the seven year old metropolian wolf cub, who lived a furfilling and happy life, eventually becoming an Ice Cream salesman. And the Crimson who had a tortured suffering for a past, a Crimson broken by life, with no place left in the universe. A Crimson who had a breif glimpse of peace when Chaos took over him, but now was left with his usual damaged psyche as Chaos had returned to the ME.

A Crimson who could not exist in the universe he was in.

A Crimson who was cast out of the universe he was in, and ended up in the place where all the insanity and missfittiness of the multiverse eventually drains. A place that spawned the Sailorness District, and the Fangirl revolution.

He found himself, waking from a slumber that felt like concusion of the soul, in an alley in Sega City, capital of the Mobius Forum World. He could remember who he was, and how to move, speak, and fight. But he could not remember any specifics of his life, at all. Because technically, it never happened. The fact he can't remember his life has ever occured to him, as far as he is concerned, it isn't something that could possibly of happened, he feels like he has lived life in Sega City for 22 years. But if he comes across something that reminds him enough of his past (and a paradox that big in time is going to create echoes, just look at my characters in the rps I am in for example ) then it will play merry havoc with is mind.

The only thing that he knows is different, is that MFW has less ambient Chaos energy than...somewhere. He dosn't know where, but definatly less than somewhere.

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IC:

Crimson Opened his eyes slowly, the daylight causing his eyes to water deeply. Shading his face with a gloved paw, he let his vision adjust, spotting that he was surrounded by...metal cylinders, in a thin bricked area.

Ugh...where am I?

The wolf groggily got to his feet, to get a better view of his surroundings, but then the headache kicked in, and Crimson screamed. It seemed like someone had decided to set up a small solar system inside his brain.

Just outside the alley, and NPC was walking. Not to anywhere, he had really no where to go, he just felt like walking, but when he heard the scream from the alley, he rushed to investigate, instead of calling for the mods, like a sensible person.

"Hey, are you okay?" The NPC asked.

Crimson, who was leaning on a bin for support, looked up at him, with pained eyes, attempting to regognise the person before him. "...Yes." He finally replied, breathing heavily. "I just...have a headache."

"Oh" The NPC thought to himself. Yet another Alley drunk, djeeze.

Crimson bend down, and picked up his sword, walking toward the opening of the alley, his each step becoming more and more confident, as his "Hangover" subsided.

He walked out onto the streets of Sega City, taking in the scenery with awe. This place... "Where am I?" He asked the NPC, in a demanding voice.

"Sega City, why, you knew here?"

"...No...I..." He thought for a moment, what his memories were saying couldn't be right...yet, they must be. "I have lived here all my life."

"Oh, so I guess you will have heard the news offa somebody allready?"

Crimson looked at the NPC quizzically.

"Didn't you hear? There was an accident outside of the city limits. A Nuclear explosion."

"...Nuclear?"

"Don't you know what a nuclear explosion is?"

The wolf though a moment, remembering his hardest, and in his minds eye, he saw a flattened wasteland, where once thousands lived.

"Yes! Get to the point." He growled, impatiently.

"Yeah, there was a nuclear accident, but it's okay, Queen Sam is taking care of it."

Crimson heard another name here, that he did not recognise, but it sounded like the nuke had been dealt with. And he relaxed a little. "Thank you." He said to the NPC, "Farewell."

"SeeYa."

As the NPC left, Crimson looked around once more at the bustling metropolis he was in, and he didn't recognise any of it...and yet, he had known it all his life. He shrugged, and headed off in a random direction, feeling happier in the knowledge that this place felt like home.

DL had been bidding his time until the wee hours of the morning, when the greater masses begun to head towards the crater that was once Green Labs. Boredom was not something that could easily assail someone who constantly heard voices in his head.

At some point he chose to get even closer to edges of the crater, where several people, mostly NPCs, had gathered. He observed the people and the crater and tried to listen in; perhaps he might pick up an interesting tidbit of information.

He heard that the explosion was an accident. That Green Labs (he quickly figured out that this was the name of the facility) was developing a prototype reactor and that it apparently exploded. Or rather that was the official statement from the Government.

DL knew that this was no accident. But did the Admins really didnt know that Green Labs where attacked by some unknown military force? Or perhaps they didnt want to spread panic. DL figured that presently it didnt matter and if it came to that he could always contact True Red about it.

Suddenly he was startled when he noticed a certain tan echidna talking to an NPC.

Cookirini?! No, he thought. TBlood had turned Cooki into a Templar Guardian of Herland. Normally she should still be there and even if she wasnt she had assumed her true form as a human. Who is the tan echidna then? He waited a bit more before making his move. His attention was distracted by the sound of a motorcycle that arrived at the scene.

DL noticed the Harley Davidson-esque motorbike and its rider, a tall man with long brown hair. DL didnt notice his face as from where he was he could only see his back.

The man approached the Police Lines that where spread around the wasteland (which could easily have the diameter of a village or small town) until he was stopped by one of the officers. Cookirini also noticed him at that point as he took out a wallet and showed some kind of badge to the policemen Cooki noticed a gun holster strapped under his jacket and then the man crossed the lines and surveyed the destruction.

Gingersnap approached the man.

Cooki: Excuse me. What happened here?

The man turned around and observed her for a couple of seconds then ignored her and turned around.

DL noticed the mans face at that point.

DL: Wha?! Is that TBlood?!

Cooki shook her head a bit.
Cooki: Its hard to imagine that someone would nuke this place.

At this the man replied with his back still turned towards Cooki.

Knight: No. The explosion was an accident. An experimental nuclear reactor went off.

Cooki: I see So, you are with the government I take it.

Knight:

Cooki: I am Cookirini!

Knight: Good for you

Cooki: Not very friendly, are we?

Knight: Listen, darlin Im busy here go pester someone else!

Cooki shrugged. Suit yourself. And then turned to leave. She stopped after two paces and spoke to him again.

Cooki: Which part of government are you, anyway?

Knight turned towards her, eyed her for second and the turned back. Damage Control.

Gingersnap thought to herself. Damage control, eh? Then why is he carrying a gun?
Meanwhile, DL was silently watching this exchange pondering what to do next

TBC

::The little echidna that was in question sure was inquisitive. Checkmark for keeping "within character." He knew better than to simply believe even his own eyes, as he sifted through the crowds..

Eyes never left the duo, although it seemed that this "TBlood" persona was already making moves to go inside. A conflict now arose? Follow this one, or stay back and wait? Long hair was brushed back and swiftly tied into a ponytail for the time being, as he weighed his options.::

DL: This has the makings of a long long day....

::He chose to interfere, in his own way. That would be done in a most logistical manner. A few steps would be taken, allowing him to glare at Gingersnap with the same face he gave any other living being. A second shot to TBlood, making contact for a split instant with "TBlood"'s eyes. Statement was picked correctly, in order to slip betweeen them both and act as if he was merely... passing through...::

Knight: Damage Control.

Cooki: ...

DL: ... Can't control what's already gone, eh Cooki?

::A double edge statement. It kept eye contact with Tblood for about a split second more, before walking past the imposter(s)?- and heading towards town. When he was away from the eys of the two in question, he let his gaze drop.::

DL: I can't tell whom that is. Fine. I shouldn't need to report to him this early in any event-I have my own role to play. First off, to get into town and change this coat...I smell like charred atoms still.

Camden had been listening to the general chit-chat of other people in the crowd to get a gist of what was going on, Knight and "Cookirini"'s conversation caught his interest in particular, she kept close, but decided not to butt in, that would be rude, plus this wasn't neccasarily her business. Even if high profile crime-scenes like this being left conspicuous were the admin's way of screaming "EVERYONE LOOK HERE"

Curious how someone who confined herself to the Sailorness district would recognise a sign like that, she assumed it was just something Craig picked up that she'd kept on for herself. She shock her head out of such thoughts and regained concentration on the conversation at hand.

Thamior's heavy feet took him to the scene of the explosion. A large crowd had gathered, as so often happened as an explosion was a great addition to the street theatre that was Sega City's normal life. Thamior looked around, surveying the damage. What had brought him here? He'd had a feeling, a hunch, that he should intervene. Then he saw the tan echidna...

"You..." he growled, and he walked towards her, pushing through the crowd...

OOC: Yar, that might get me in trouble with the authorities, but hey, it's good RPin' =D

"Hey, what's the big idea?!"
"Watch where you goin'!"
"Who?!"

Thamior steadily but hastily made his way towards Cookirini/Gingersnap pushing NPCs away from his path.

DL noticed the man, and literaly jumbed away from him as he was moving forcefuly towards the center.

Knight noticed the commotion, but stayed there - however his hand was close to his gun, just in case.

Camden also didn't fail to notice the towering swordsman through the crowd.

"Quite a number of people. I'm not a fan of crowds.. Still.. This does excite me." He relieved his focus from the bar. He sees a girl who reminds him of Naru, one of his former brotherhood members. At that, he actually wonders what's happened to his troops scince. But this was no time for nostalgia.

"The official word is an accident.. there been anything else scince?" He asked Swofthom.

"None at all" he replied.

"Fun fun fun". He beleives he spots Thamior, but can't quite pin it down in the bright sunlight.

IMPORTANT NOTICE
OOC:
Just letting you all know, that as per originaly intented, sometime soon (probably today) this thread will be shadow moved to the RP Guild.

Just in case you dont understand what I mean, the thread will be essentialy moved in the RP Guild but will also be visible here (MF Central), untill it is deemed unessessery.

Group Missions are the only RPs allowed to be posted in MF Central, but some RPers dont check the specific forum which means that they usualy are not aware of a GM going on.

On the other hand, posting the GM in the RP Guild from the start might leave some forumers, who visit the MF Central (but not the RP Guild) and want to join a GM, unaware of said GM's existense.

Additionaly, since the RP Mods routinely check the RP Guild but do not nessesserily check MF Central, can view GMs more easily there.

So, I had decided to create the Thread here, and then after it was jump-started to send it to the guild and leave a shadow here.

A minor technicality realy, but oh well.

That is all... go on! Shoo!

"Cookirini" - Gingersnap - frowned at "TBlood's" little charade, and glared daggers at DL as he left. She knew better than to believe it was an accident, and she hated Darkest Light. He was a long time enemy of her's, after all.

GINGER: Does this guy think I'm as stupid as I.......um....BAH! It was no accident! I am no fool! I am Princess Tina! And that thing, Derek....I think he suspects me....but who'll believe a freak like hi-
???: You....

Gingersnap turned and almost gave a start. It was Thamior. Fortunately, she managed to make herself look innocent and bat her eyes in a confused way. Her eyes looked very puppy like and confused.

GINGER:....Y-yes, sir? I something wrong?

OOC:

Hey, Cooki, does Ginger remeber how TBlood looked like when in Mortal form?

They only met once, briefly, and that was nearly 3 years ago - and seeing that logicaly Ginger didn't memorize mortal TBlood's face, and considering that Knight is NOT exactly the spiting image of mortal TBlood for that matter (being younger and all), I RRed it as if she didn't recognize him.

No biggie realy, just wonderin'.

::It was getting way too crowded here for anyone's good. As such, he decided to leave the heavy debacling to those that were more...intertwined with their little slices of life. Darting through the crowd was easily done, and as such, he took a few extra steps before flying away from the scene. As he got farther, he wold accelerate, until the distance was cleared and he was back within the City.::

No time to waste. Shed the coat, and get a new one. Then its off to ...procure some records.

::He slowed his flight speed, and assumed an accelerated walk for a few meters, until he reached a clothng store that had exactly what he was needing, a new green trench. Taking his off, he would walk into the store, and drop the coat in a semi-noticeable area. Kneeling to pick it up, he would fall into his old coat's shadow, and snake himself over to the new coat, filling it in from the inside shadows.

Once it was on, he would merely walk out, no one the wiser. Swordstrap adjusted to fit, the eyes of the enigma would shoot down and up the street a few times, calculating his next move.::

Surveillance would be acquired in two places. Here, and the more quieter...

::He willed his mind to relax, in order for him to picture the place he needed to go. It had been a while, but he was sure it still existed. As he opened his eyes, he would be in a semi familiar setting. Lights were on, and the large man sitting at the desk was hunched over, reading a newspaper. DL was careful to not make any sounds, but merely turned around and began looking through files.

Would not take long, all he had to do was look to the previous day's logs. Finding the sequence date he needed, the tape would be pulled from the shelf. As swiftly as he was there, he would be gone, the guard down in the record logs of the SPA none the wiser.::

Acquired the tape. Now allI need is a place to watch

::That was the simplest agenda of them all. He allwed no eye contact to be made to him, as he walked upon the streets once more, heading to that apartment complex.

It had been two months of silence from his apartment, Two months of dust upon the door and floor, layering the bathtub and dresser. The scientific equipment was still in functioning order, but he needed none of that now. Door was shut silently, as he moved directly to the television, and slammed the tape in the VCR.

::The TV was turned on, as left leg was used as his dominant to support his weight. Eyes steadily focused on teh TV, as if he was waiting for something to reach out through teh screen, ensnare him. As thought, it was a night vision film, so things would be hard to make out. But he kept his focus on the large black mass that would have been the structure in question.::

...Nothing...nothing..I was walking in from the west..wait, movement. Bodies walking into the facility. But where are the jets? ::Eyes flickered up a bit:: Oh...they aren't visible...from this angle. Hrm

4 in all. plane for each it seems. The device was planted on the inside of the facility, so as to make it LOOK like an accident. Good coverup.::

::He stopped the tape, and decided it was time to leave. No need to hang around here, he still needed some more answers. And if SHQ had dispatched "Damage Control" to the scne of the crater, he would be better off investigating them first.::

DL: Damn...no matter what I do, I can't seem to get away from him...

At the time of the explosion...
The force of the explosion alerted a sleeping presence in the Unknown, the place where things that fall into plot holes go. It was enough energy...I can finally break free. The figure held out one hand and concentrated. "PLANESHIFT!" Starting with his fingertips, his body became blurry and began distorting, as though going through a spacefold. He'd been gone since for a long time, and now it was his time to return.
Space-time distorted in the MFW, and CyKairus emerged once more. He stretched. "MAN, is it good to be back." He was almost immediately knocked over by a passerby. "What the...oh, right. That energy source that allowed me to return." With but a thought, Cy was airborne and on his way to the scene. He then noticed his appearance had changed drastically. Where the T-shirt and jeans were, now there was a trenchcoat, a tunic of a shirt, slacks and boots. "Interesting..."

OOC:
Name: Cy Kairus
Age: 1777 (though appears 20ish)
Appearance: CK in all his glory.
History: Originally an alien visitor looking to escape his past, Cy has spent his time in various places, but his favorite by far was the Lodge up in the mountains, which, by far, is his favorite stomping ground. During Herland, an unseen force(me) launched and locked him into a plot hole, where he was forced to watch the events unfold. Due to this effect, he's one of the very few regular forumers with any memory of the incident.
Weapons: Wears a few focusing crystals on his clothes, and carries a ray gun.
Skills: Cy is a Psion, particulary proficient in Clairsistence, Psychokinesis and Telepathy. In fights, he uses illusions and such first, then switches off to his more direct-combat powers only if he has to. He's also skilled with a gun, and has extensive knowledge of the sciences, particularly mechanics, physics and studies involving parallel realities.
Personailty: Cy is relentless in whatever he does, refusing to give up, or give quarter in anything, leading some to think he's bullheaded (and they're right). However, this does not mean he will not listen to reason. He can be persuaded by sound arguments. In combat, he's vicious to the point of sadistic and prefers taking no prisoners...or remotely intact foes, for that matter.

In a bar somewhere in Sega City

"That you, Srol?" Mobius Springheart says, approaching Srol from behind. "You out here for the same reason as me, or what?"

Srol turned around and immediately recognized the familiar face. Before he could return a greeting, both his and Springhearts attention was distracted by a couple of loud customers.

I tell ya, no matter what the government claims, that Nuke out there was no accident I think it was Evil WB who was behind it! The crater is filled with police and random people and I wouldnt be surprised if there are Mods there as well!

I hear ya, man

Srol turned back towards Mobius. Well, I guess I am out for the same reason as you.

Meanwhile
Site of the Accident

Knight was staring at the coming warrior when he felt something vibrating in
his pocket. His custom made cell-phone, handed to him as standard equipment from SONIC, was notifying him of an incoming call.

He ignored the hulking brute and the tan echidna and only vaguely made a
mental note of the strange shadowy creature that is DL. The Policemen could
take care of stuff if this was not just a random forumer yelling obscure insanity on the other hand, calls from HQ are always top priority.

He took out his cells headphone and fixed it to his ear while strapping the collar-shaped microphone to his neck, walking away from the crowd and more towards the center of the crater. He would take advantage of the commotion in the hopes of talking without being overheard.

This is Knight.

Scorpion Knight, this is Commander Jack Reeves, report your status.
Im at the target site. Nothings left but a smoldering wasteland. I cant see how going through this rubble can help me find more clues. And practically half of the gathering onlookers could be considered suspicious.

I see. Well, I may have a lead for you. Administrator Vector just contacted me. He said that records show that all outgoing and ingoing communications with Green Labs had been severed about 30 minutes prior to the Explosion.

So we have clear indication that this was premeditated attack.

No, we have clear proof. The building has a live security feed leading right to the HQ Tower, but since the uplink was severed we dont have any DATA. However, the data were also sent in other facilities as well through different connections. Most of them were also severed but we got lucky. Some video footage was picked up by the SPA.

The Spam Protection Agency?

Yes. But the SPA gets loads of such footage from all around Sega City, and more often than not theres no one to check the incoming feeds otherwise we would be notified of the attack while it was still on course.

I guess thats what you get when your staff is composed primarily by people that live in the Boredom District.

Yes. In any case, Vector downloaded the Video Feeds. Footage from an external camera showing an unknown military force invading the facility. Unfortunately, the video is not enough to give any info about their identity. We need to get a fix on who they are.

I dont think theres any kind of forensics that can be done here. I never did realize that a nuke was the perfect way to cover someones tracks

Well, there is another data bank, with more videos from the internal cameras. But its not on the SPA.

Im all ears.

Aside from the HQ Tower and the SPA, there was also another direct video uplink this one was connected only with a hidden facility, about 70 miles away from your current location, towards Mount Kitsune.

Over a hundred miles away from Sega City

Yes. It is a hidden installation a citadel of sorts hidden by an advanced holographic projector similar to the ones that exist in the RP Guild. In other words, it doesnt only emanate Visual illusions, but auditory, smell, and touch as well. And it is also completely empty.

What sort of facility is that?!

I am not privy to that information.

WHAT?!

The nature of the installation is Security Level Red even I dont have access to the details. Everything I know comes from the Admins.
So, how do I gain access?

You cant, youre going to need outside assistance.

A Moderator?

No, a civilian. You are to locate a certain forumer that goes by the name of Darkest Light. He is often called DL for short. He can get you access to the facility.

Where do I find him?

Ive updated your cellphones online map with the location of his house as well as the location of the facility but it looks like you will not find him there. Records show he hasnt stepped his foot in his house for over 2 months. But True Red claims he IS somewhere in Sega City. You must locate him, and procure his services.

How do you expect me to do that? Ask around?

Yes.

Youre joking, right?

Im afraid not. Right now it would appear that you best bet to find him would be to ask other forumers if theyve seen him. He is fairly known among their circles, so it shouldnt be a problem finding any of his acquaintances.

Great, another wild goose chase.

Report once you get more info. Over and out.

Craptastic He muttered under his breath. He then headed back towards the gathered people and observed how the situation had evolved while he was talking with his CO.

TBC...

The presence of Thamior sure took up alot of attention, all the NPC crowd were turning to watch him and the Echidna, including the clueless Sailor Soldier. Though she was smart enough to keep at least half an ear on Knight's phone conversation
Premeditated attack? Could this be tied in with what I'm looking for
The rest of the conversation was uninteresting and uninformative, though she had to wonder just why he asked "A Moderator?"

Either way, her full attention at the moment was with Thamior and the tan Echidna.

Thamior stopped at the tan echidna, gritted his teeth and lashed out with his left arm, grabbing her around the neck.
"This yer doin', eh?!" he growled. The crowd began to cry out at this unprovoked attack.
"I...don't know what you're talking about...." said the echidna, "Please let me go sir..."
Thamior brought her closer, so their eyes were only a few inches apart. He glared at her, and hissed, "They don't rmemeber, but I do. I know who you really are..."

Knight was unaware that his discussion was overheard by the Sailor Scout. He was more concentrated in the large man who had grabbed the tan echidna by the throat and was yanking her around,

Cooki: Please help!

Two policemen surrounded Thamior and pointed their guns at him.

Cop1: Put the girl down, and get your hands in the air! The policeman was trying to sound calm, but fear was evident in his voice. The Sega Citys cops were capable to take care of the average NPC criminal, but a Forumer who was clearly a capable warrior was most probably beyond their league.

Tham: Back off, bub This is between me an her.

The cop stayed there for a second, sweat started dripping from his brow.

Cop: I said put the

Thamior thrushed his leg to the ground forcefully, cracking it. The small tremors were not enough to be felt by the crowd, but the display of strength was enough to send most of the NPCs running.

Tham: I dont like to repeat myself.

The cop slowly backs off, his gun still pointed towards Tham, hoping that a Moderator wouldnt be far behind to deal with this threat.

Knight pulls his gun and his combat knife and aims at Thamior.

Knight: FREEZE!

Thamior just looked at the man and then muttered to himself Sine when did this city become so security sensitive?

Knight: Put the Echidna down, NOW! Knights voice was not like the cops. It was stern and determined. This one wouldnt be just intimidated like the cops were.

Thamior: Stay outta this, bub!

Knight: Make me. Said the mercenary and took a step towards the man.

Thamior turns to Cookirini. Tell em who you really are! I am sure this is all yer doing!

Knight: What?!

Cooki: I dont know what hes talking about!

Knight: What are you talking about?

Thamior: Im sure this is her doing. She aint Cookirini, shes an impostor! The real Cookirini left for well, it dont matter, you wouldnt know. But she left two months ago! Thats not Cooki!

Knight: What are you talking about?!

Thamior: Well, you cant remember it, most people cant. But I do!

Knight: Listen, I dont have time for this. I wont repeat myself again: Put. The girl. Down. Besides, this was an accident I KNOW; I work for the government.

Thamior: Yeah, right. If only Xag or BFFG were here. Heck! I could settle for DL!

At this Knight was startled. What did you say?

Tham: ?

Knight: That name, you know Darkest Light?! he said and lowered his gun.

Tham: Well yeah.

Knight: Where can I find him?

Cooki: Helloooo! I could use some help here?

Knight: Wait for your turn, kid. Got more important things to deal with. Tell me about DL.

Meanwhile, Camden was carefuly observing the two men, and the tan echidna.

::Closing the door behind him, the survelliance tape would find its way into the darkness of the inside coat pocket. He would not make a second guess as to where he should go, rather it was all about what he should do with the current situation.::

4 men. Red and black are their primary colorations. I wonder if I can procure any information within the library...no. I worked there for years, and I never read up on any organization as such. Possibly because those records are held with high importance....

::He would head down the stairs, past a second empty apartment that was vacant for an even longer time. Hallways were left behind in this dull building, as he stepped outside, eyes squinting at the sun. It was still morning, he couldn't believe it. Leaving the block where he used to live, he headed even still further away from people, they were all still heading toward the new "WONDER OF THE WORLD"

Surprised no one is selling T-shirts that read "I survived the explosion of 04"

Is that really necessary?

Disagreeing with his own thoughts, he would begin his journey to one of the last places he remembered there being records being hidden in certain folders. As he stepped into this world again, he was bombarded with colors ad lights from all over the place. There was a time when this WAS an escape, a chance to play out a character in his own way. But even that was taken away now. With good riddance too, he had work to do.::

Basement chambers hold access to the oldest files as well as the early situational conflicts that were based in the old RP guild. Besides, no one will disturb me there.

:: The elevator just left as he snapped out of thought land. Scratching his scalp, he would just as easily take the stairs. It wasn't a long walk, as he would soon enough reach teh bottom, and head toward a cubicle. Walking in and jarring the door shut with the chair behind him, he would sit in the chair at that precarious tilt, and press the screens, so that the VR simulation helmet could come on.

Once in place, DL would then note that there was a search option, just as he decreed. His mental keystrokes were logged, and duly searched for, turning up...::

3000 entries... great. Well, back to reading Derek.

Thamior frowned, "Who wants t' know?"
"Name's Scorpion Knight. I'm uh...an old friend of his."
Thamior raised an eyebrow, "You don't sound too convincin'."
"Hey, I'm with the government." said Knight, "Isn't that proof enough I'm up to no evil?"
Thamior chuckled and shook his head, "Not by a long shot."
Knight shrugged, "Regardless, tell me what you know about DL. I don't really care what you do with the echidna."
"THANKS A LOT!" growled 'Cooki', going slightly out of character.
Thamior thought for a moment, and dropped the echidna to the ground. "Stick around." he growled, "Or else." He turned his head back to face Knight, "Why're you so interested in DL?"

"Why're you so interested in DL?"

Knight: "I'm afraid that's secret. Government stuff. I need something from him."

"Then you'll have to find out on yer own." Thamior growled.

Gingersnap fell to the ground, gasping for air.

GINGER: Auuuugh!

She was worried that someone would believe Thamior's claims. However, the response from the crowd was exactly the opposite.

???: An impostor? Yeah right.
?????: What a joker. Look at how frightened she is! That ogre was gonna kill her!
??: Yeah, he frightens me. Let's keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't hurt this poor forumer again.
????: Ok.

Gingersnap smiled inside at this.

Camden helped the Echidna to her feet. 'Are you alright Miss?' she asked, concerned 'What was that all about?'
'Thank you' the Echidna replied in her most convincing Cooki tone of politeness 'I'm Cookirini!'
To this, instead of a verbal responce, she found the Sailorness Scout starring blankly at her.
'What?!' she asked, semi-annoyed at the stupid/blank expression.
'You say that like you're famous or something "I'm Cookirini!", are you a new member of staff or something? I don't get it. Even Sailorness Soldiers don't do the whole "I'm Sailor Astonishing!" plus pose when they meet someone n...' she stopped herself short, thrusting a hand to her mouth. I'm talking like him again! I'm Camden, CAMDEN! Not Craig her other hand was balled into a fist, shaking.
'Sorry... What I meant to say was... "Hi, I'm Camden", now, why is that guy attacking you?'

Blu put the phone down and sighed.

"Any luck?" Sue inquired

"Nothing but rumours" Blu shrugged. But thanks to one of my NPC friends, I now know the exact location of this 'accident' so I'm gonna check it out, anyone wanna come?"

A silence bestowed the room again.

"Fine. Screw you, oh and I'm taking you're bike E.L"

Evil Lord snapped out of his silence. "What? I need that bike!"

"And so do I, or it'll be days before I get there." Blu fastened his belt, slotted his frying pan into the belt, swiped the keys to E.L's motorcycle and slammed the door behind him.

"I swear, if he damages my bike..." E.L Grumbled, and went back to watching TV.

Blu ran down the stairs and into the garage located just outside the appartments. He hopped on the bike and swiftly turned the key.

"Hmm...let's see now. Keys? check. Cell phone? check. Frying pan? check. OK, let's move!" Blu opened up the built-in GPS system on the bike and began punching in the co-ordinates for his destination.

Finally, he strapped on a black helmet, revved up the motorcycle, and sped off towards his destination.

Crimson wandered with the direction of the crowd, trying to get his bearings in the city. A map on the other side of the road caught his eye, and he began to cross the road, without thinking to look for traffic.

His ears perked up at the sound of a motor engine coming toward him, and dived, out of the way just in time, rilling to his feet, he stood and shouted angrily after the rider of the bike.

"Watch where your going!"

GINGERSNAP:......

She almost forgot that she wasn't supposed to act like she was known. So she laughed timidly.

GINGER: Teehee! Oh, how foolish. I'm sorry. I tend to get presumptuous at times.

She held out her hand.

GINGER: Its nice to meet you! *^^*

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