The Theory of Wave Ambiance

[uc pseudonym]

Created as per request.

[~darkelfgirl~]

OCC: And so it begins. Major Events will be posted in this color (is this color fine?)

Major Event

It is night. The lights of New Ithaca glimmer under the shadow of the Calypso Reactor. People and cars bustle, trying to get home from another hard day of work; some linger at store windows or head to restaurants with good friends or families.

All under Calypso's shadow, unaware or unbothered by its presence.

At the Site, the Calypso Guard, a division of New Ithaca's militia, guard the area. Aven Silas, a lieutenant of the guard, leans against a wall, watching the stars shine above as guards patrol the facility.

He feels that something big--good or bad he does not know--is about to happen. For years, he has had bad feeling about this place...

He sighs, reaching for his walkie-talkie to answer a reply--

The ground shakes--first quivering, then violently rocking. The guards shout in terror. The lights surrounding the Reactor surge, and a deep humming drowns the uproar.

The lights of New Ithaca surge also, then blackout. Chaos erupts as darkness envelops the city.

Silas stands still in the dark, realizing his worst nightmare is coming true...

A sharp, loud noise--like the sound of a jet engine--pierces the sky. Out of the Reactor shoots a white light, up into the night sky. The Calypso Guard watches in horror, and so do the confused and terrified people in the city below. As soon as the light vanishes, the lights of the Reactor Citadel Site and New Ithaca flicker back on, leaving the guards and citizens speechless.

Above the city, upon the highest skyscraper's antenna sits a silver-haired man, watching the city below.

It is time, he thinks to himself. He leaps from the antenna to the floor, then changes into a white tiger.

And so it begins.

[silver_wolf454]

Ooc: It's a bit hard to read O-O

[USSRGirl]

OOC: I can see it fine from here! Are you using the black background, Silver?

IC:

Inside the Calypso Reactor, Jelly presses his nose against the window, forgetting his work for the moment, and watching the strange happenings. It wasn't like he could mop the floors in the dark anyway. Before he had finished asking himself yet again why of all the jobs he could have taken did he decide to become a janitor at this spooky place, the lights come on again.

Jelly glances around him. Everything looked normal, and no lights or alarms were going off. Maybe he should ask one of the higher-ups if there was a problem with the reactor. Quickly deciding he'd rather not deal with anyone tonight, Jelly slips quietly out of the room to go have a look for himself. Work could wait until later.

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Fan Ku'ai mutters angrily under her breath as the street lights go out. She hardly heeds them once they come back on, driving like a crazy person and nearly running over a random squirrel to get to the reactor while her fingers dial up Silas' walkie talkie on her cellphone, remembering that his shift was tonight.

"You better answer this you bungling idiot!!!" she hisses to herself.

[Pascal]

: Xyrith Xandor watched as the lights went out in his van down by the river... Suddenly his googles shimmered in a way they really shouldn't according to the laws of physics as the lights flickered out... :

Xyrith: The aliens... no... no they don't know I'm here... they won't steal my bread... not this time! Eh?

: In reality, it had nothing to do with the lights going out in the city, it was merely a coincidence... rather it had a lot more to do with Xyrith leaving the lights in the car on too long without running the engine. After getting control of himself, Xyrith leaves the car to head for the city, he once again understood that he was safe from the aliens... all was good. :

...
...

: For he had the one knowledge that none other had... that was, no alien can read the mind of the one who walks this earth with a piece of jelly covered toast pasted to their forehead... Yes... Xyrith is walking into the city with a piece of bread stuck to his rather large, balding forehead... strawberry jelly to be exact... it smelt so pretty! But a more important task was about to be done, he was about to continue his experiments on bringing the apple trees to life... walking over to the city park, Xyrith breaks out a paint brush and some house paint and proceeds to paint brightly colored faces on the various plants (Often in horribly clashing colors... like bright red and green, or orange and green for that matter)... he once mistakes a small child for a tree and draws the most hideous face accross his new shirt... the child is terrified the mother comes over to yell at Xyrith... :

: Xyrith however... responds by screaming ALIEN!!! Runs around in a circle before coming up with a most genius idea... He uses his paint brush to paint some jelly from his jelly jar onto another piece of bread... then he proceeds to press it into the womans face... but it didn't appear to be working... the creature only screams... maybe... she wasn't an alien... or maybe... maybe she was a baboon-alien HYBRID... Yes... the government was working on THOSE! There was only one answer for such a thing... MORE JELLY! :

: The yelling and insanity continues at the park, as Xyrith uses his almost indefinite quantity of jelly covered bread to paste onto various targets in a panic... and he had so many more trees to paint hideous faces on... how would they ever get a voice in city council if they didn't have faces, or mouths to use in order to speak their minds! Sadly though, Xyrith was the only force of sanity to realize this, AND HE COULD ONLY PAINT SO MANY JELLY COVERED PIECES OF BREAD AT ONE TIME! :

[silver_wolf454]

Ooc: No, mine's grey ^-^o

Victor was walking home from the dump where he had been scavenging for parts. He had decided it would be much faster to go through the park. As he walked he started to see horrible faces on the trees in bright orange and green paint. As he stopped and peered at a learing face on a large oak tree he was suddely smacked in the forehead with a peice of strawberry jellyed toast. "Hmm?" He peeled it off and peered at it curiously.

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As the lights went off in the building Sammy let out a little screach. He was terrifyed of the dark. "J-jelly?" He called hoping his co-worker was around. The lights soon went back on however and Sammy relaxed a little. "Jelly! Did you do that? Jelly?"

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Lady Nataila sat in her room brushing her long white hair. "998, 999, 1,000......Hmmmmm......" She looked around the white room she was staying in. "I feel as if I'm in a mad house......" She murmered to herself. She sighed and started to comb the feathers on her white wings. "one, two....." When you are a noble, there isn't much to do.

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

"No." Jelly says in a flat, dry tone, popping up out of the shadows just behind Sammy and nearly scaring him to death. "But I am investigating the cause." Jelly holds up a severed wire. "Either cut or chewed through by a rat. But even so, this wire is only connected to the central power on this floor of the reactor. The back-up system would've kicked in... and in any case I doubt it would cause a city wide black out if you bothered it look out the window."

[Jaden Mental]

***Press conferance***

*A rather large person was sitting in a chair surronded by 3 members of the press. Questions where just about to be raised.*

Journalist 1: Zandor....... You have been the leader of this impressive company for quite some time. However the recent disapperance of John Kalo, a long time co-founder of the Dead Eye corp and police cheiftan has disappeared, how are the search going?

Zandor: We have made progress...... However it is clear that we are dealing with someone who knows what their trait is. I cannot say for sure that we are on the right trail, but I am personaly takeing care of the matter at this moment.

Journalist 2: Zandor..... What if he is dead?

Zandor: That would be a huge blow to the entire community...... However we hope that this is not the case..... If the kidnapper out there is watching this then he should know that he would do best to turn himself in.

Journalist 3: One more question, in terms of your freelanceing company, how strong are the ties to the police?

Zandor: It is important to work with the law, they have legal access to search many areas and it is easy to say that we work with them...... I however have matters to attend to at the moment, so please excuse me".

*A few hours later in a basement far away.*

Zandor: ......... John Kalo is drawing too much attention..... We must get rid of him somehow.

Worker: I know how to make it look like an accident..... Or a gang hit. We can get one of the local gangs to give us a shooter.

Zandor: Just relive me of my burdens..... This city is growing ever so hard to maintain control of...... I have other matters to attend to.

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: I can't believe I've been typing "OCC" for months now--and no one's bothered to correct me! Thanks guys!

To Silver: Hmm, I'll see what other colors work...

To Temmy: I made Fan a first lieutenant (right under commander position) so she'll be right above Silas (second lieutenant).

IC:

Taking a pause from shouting orders, Silas picks up the walkie-talkie and answers. "Lieutenant Ku'ai! The scientists are getting to the bottom of this. As of the moment, it looks like the Reactor was on the verge of a meltdown."
During this, he wonders if Genevieve, his younger sister, and is mother are alright.

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In the meantime, Evie (Genevieve) is with her mother in the living room watching the media frenzy on TV.
Reporters are reporting near the Site, demanding through the fence to know what is going on. They also flood The Capital, demanding to know what the president or the government has to say about the blackout.
"There will be a press conference later tomorrow," a spokesperson tells the hounding reporters from the steps.
"The citizens of New Ithaca want answers NOW!" shouts back a reporter.
"Well, THEY'LL HAVE TO WAIT!" yells the spokesperson in reply.

[silver_wolf454]

Jelly

"No." Jelly says in a flat, dry tone, popping up out of the shadows just behind Sammy and nearly scaring him to death. "But I am investigating the cause." Jelly holds up a severed wire. "Either cut or chewed through by a rat. But even so, this wire is only connected to the central power on this floor of the reactor. The back-up system would've kicked in... and in any case I doubt it would cause a city wide black out if you bothered it look out the window."

Sammy peeked out the window. "...........so it's all ok now?" He asked with a trembling voice. "What do you think happened?"

[Pascal]

: After running away from the park... Xyrith Xandor noticed the swarms of media flooding the city... a crowd. Approaching one of the camera men, he declares that he indeed knows what happened... having nothing better to do given that they both now had a piece of jelly bread stuck on their faces, Xyrith takes to national television. :

Xyrith: It all went down like this! The giant invisible robots from the underground organization of the secret government came in from the mothership in the sky, going bam bam bam! (sound effect mimicked with hand motions) Then there was this HUGE explosion, and people were dying and dead, and undead and and... and then they set fire to the reactor... But just in time pants-man and I came in to save the day using the one thing the aliens can't stop! JELLY BREAD (pastes another piece on the panicing reporter)!

Reporter (muffled): SOMEBODY HELP! I CAN'T BREATH! (Reporter passes out... we have no clue what has happened to the camera man).

Xyrith: We beat them off good, and then put on these victory hats (Xyrith dons what looks like a garbage can over his head... he now echos and is is talking with his back to the camera... he's scratching his lower back on national television).

Xyrith: NOW I CAN SEE THE GIANT ROBOTS!!! HONK!

: Xyrith runs off drawing faces on random individuals as he goes along, which is rather easy given how many are crowding the fences. Then he appears back on the screen of the television camera. :

Xyrith: THE CAKE IS A LIE! Xandor(sounds like Zandor) killed Kalo!

: Xyrith then proceeds to run around and make chicken noises... the news reporter is still on the floor unconcious. :

[USSRGirl]

OOC: O.o I never noticed. Weird indeed. Maybe you text has some kind of telepathic ability to communicate meaning through typos?

Bwahahaha! Fear Liuetenant Fan! And fear Zandor's evil twin even more. XD Agggh... this is hillarious.

IC:

Fan

"A meltdown you say?" Ku'ai snaps into the phone. "Do you have any idea how such a crisis will affect or public safety rating not mention YOUR paycheck, Lieutenant?! Get the situation under control before we're all facing a city wide distaster and public...." A giant news broadcasting screen hanging over the highway comes into Fan's line of vision, close captioned in bright bold letters as Xyreth babbles his lunacy on a live broadcast. "... humiliation?"

The phone drops out of her hand as she stares in shock and horror. The slam of a car horn waiting for her to move knocks Fan into her senses. Picking up the phone, she hurriedly and slightly distractedly says,

"I - yeah, do that. I have to go."

Fan promptly hangs up and slams her foot on the gas, screeching and nearly running over everyone in her way until she gets to the camera crew. Fan steps out of her car and walks boldly out onto the scene.

"What is this? What are you people doing, letting some crazy hobo spout off on live television? Are you professionals or not?"

Jelly

"How should I know?" Jelly retorts huffily. He was a bad conversationalist, even at the best of times. "Watch the news if you care." He calls back to Sammy waving his hand dismissively. "I'm gonna go mop stuff." With that, Jelly wanders back down the hall to the spot where he left his supplies.

[Pascal]

: Out of nowhere... Fan gets a piece of jelly covered bread squished into her face from behind... Then something with REALLY bad breath apparently kissed her on the nose... :

Xyrith: A present for the toenail queen! Who has the largest of toadstool noses!

: Something is placed in Fan's hand. As Fan struggled to remove the jelly bread, she wanted to put it back over her eyes as she found that there were a pair of well used, under cleaned dentures was sitting within the palm of her right hand... the crazy hobo was nowheres to be seen, but his manic laughter could be heard for miles... or maybe he'd actually gotten inside of her head. :

[Pascal]

: As all of this went down, Fan also noticed something else... the camera men had woken up... and they were gleaming with delight at her current predicament, by placing her on screens accross the nation during a live broadcast. :

Cameraman: Man, we're going to get some good money out of this one! SMILE!

[~darkelfgirl~]

Evie

Evie watches the broadcast in amusement. "What a bunch of idiots," she giggles.

Silas

"Yes Maam!" Silas replies to Fan, running throughout the hallways of the Reactor site, barking orders back and forth.
Boy, do I hope this clears up before the she-devil gets here, he thinks to himself.

[~darkelfgirl~]

Next Day: Press Conference at The Capital:

Reporters, journalists, camera-men, government officials, and Secret Service agents fill the Great Room of The Capital. It is loud and filled with chaos and confusion.

The President of New Ithaca, Richard McKennen, enters with his spokespeople and the members of the Parliament. The room goes into an uproar with questions and reporters signaling in to their stations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of New Ithaca."

Pres. McKennen takes his place on the podium while the room goes to a hush.
"Citizens of New Ithaca, in the waking of the events of last night, we are now aware of the risks and danger we are facing. Our top researchers and scientists are investigating The Citadel as we speak. No, the answers aren't known yet, and it possibly take months for a revelation--"

"MONTHS! Our lives depend on the Reactor! It's a source of energy for everything mechanic under the sun!" yells an angry journalist. The room goes into an angry uproar. The agents become tense.

"I understand, I understand. I have the same feelings," says McKennen, trying to calm the crowd. "There is a need of certainty. We cannot follow assumptions--the actual facts have to be gained in order to correct the problem."

"Mr. President! What if something unfortunate happens? Something that will totally wipe out the Core of Calypso? These are the worst-case scenarios we have to think about!"

"I, too, am unsure of the future. As for now, we have to looking over our shoulders. There will be emergency drills for citizens, the military, and emergency crews. That will be all for now; I'm afraid I cannot answer questions right now. I apologize."

McKennen leaves the stand as the room goes into chaos; the agents guard him as he makes his way out of the room.

In the hall, he mutters to his spokesperson.

"The people want answers and results. This problem--whatever it is--must be fixed before a riot starts. Also, we need to form drills. Most importantly, I need to contact Commander Holden--the NIM must be ready in case of any worst-case scenarios. Yesterday could have been the Big One."

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Genevieve

At Whitaker High School, rumors of yesterday's turmoil spreads like wildfire.

"I heard that the Reactor is unstable--it can blow at any time!" whispers this one girl to a group of other girls as Evie passes by. "I heard the CG were running around like a bunch of morons--like usual. They're all a bunch of morons."

At this comment, Evie's ears prick up and she becomes enraged. "Wow, Carie! I'm surprised you even know what "moron" means! 3 points for YOUR IQ!!"

The girl backs into the locker as Evie angrily glares in her face afterward. When Evie storms away, the another girl whispers, "Her brother--you know, that hottie, Aven--is a lieutenant in the CG/NIM."

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Silas

"Sir, here's the report from the scientists," an officer hands Silas a manila folder. He opens it, holding his breath.

Tentative information:

What we have found in the Core Room is astounding. There is an unusual gaping crack on the upper left side; we investigated it, thinking that it was from an overload. As we continued, we discovered that, to our astonishment, it appears as if something broke out of the Core.

This information should not be shared with anyone else--yet. We do not want to cause more chaos than what we already have. Again, this is information is bound to change.


Silas stares in disbelief at the letter.

[Amzi Live]

Leal threw himself on his sofa as the Press Conference transmited live from the Capital Building.
"Hmm,I wonder if this'll be a good time to apply for a job at Dead Eye."
He quickly dialled the Dead Eye Corp number...it was busy.
"Guess this situation is proving to be good buisness for Dead Eye...I'm gonna take my resume over myself."Leal stood up, took his coat,and headed out the door.

[USSRGirl]

Fan

Fan remains silently standing behind the president and escorts him out, decked in full NIM uniform and armed with a heavy duty rifle. She seems oddly preoccupied - a strange, almost frightening contrast to the woman's usual rigid demeanor. Fan stares at some irrelevant local city commossioner - an inoffensive looking elderly man with obvious dentures - with an indiscernable look that might have been contempt with a trace of lingering insanity. Could it be that the previous days humiliating events had twisted one or two shaky screws loose in the "Emerald Witch's" head?

Turning smartly on her heel, Fan salutes President McKennen and says,

"If you like I can contact Commander Holden immediately, Sir. Perhaps in the meantime, a city wide broadcast on the effeciency and benefits of CG - number of jobs it provides, the top notch security staff, ect. - may divert the people's attention from the recent near crisis."

[silver_wolf454]

Ooc: I'm at a loss as to what to do.....

[Jaden Mental]

*OOC: Early fall out here XD, recap anyone?*

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: XD The Reactor had some surges, then there was a blackout, sending the city into chaos. Some strange light burst out into the sky. Right now, everyone wants answers, and the President just had a press conference, explaining to the citizens that research will be done. Silas gets results from the researchers, which said that it appears as if something broke out of the Core.


Silas:

Silas sighs, rising from his chair with the folder. He opens his office door and steps out--

Bam!

Papers fly while something hits the ground. Silas rubs his head in confusion after the collision. He sees a janitor on the floor.

"Whoa, I apologize." He helps Sammy up to his feet. "I was thinking so hard, I didn't notice."

They both look down at the research papers, scattered all around. While Sammy helps Silas pick them up, he notices the researcher's letter.

The Capital

Pres. McKennen nods at Fan. "I give you my permission. And that suggestion seems like a good idea."

He turns to his spokesperson. "A documentary on the NIM--see if that can be made and broadcasted."

[rocklobster]

Lance punched in at the time clock and noticed Jelly out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey, Jelly. Did I miss anything important?" he asked.

[silver_wolf454]

OOC: XD The Reactor had some surges, then there was a blackout, sending the city into chaos. Some strange light burst out into the sky. Right now, everyone wants answers, and the President just had a press conference, explaining to the citizens that research will be done. Silas gets results from the researchers, which said that it appears as if something broke out of the Core.


Silas:

Silas sighs, rising from his chair with the folder. He opens his office door and steps out--

Bam!

Papers fly while something hits the ground. Silas rubs his head in confusion after the collision. He sees a janitor on the floor.

"Whoa, I apologize." He helps Sammy up to his feet. "I was thinking so hard, I didn't notice."

They both look down at the research papers, scattered all around. While Sammy helps Silas pick them up, he notices the researcher's letter.Sammy's eyes grew wide as he read the letter. "S-something..........." He quickly realised he sholdn't be reading other people's letters, but still...... He wispered in a hushed tone to the researcher. "S-somthing broke out of the core?!"

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

Jelly looks up with his usual nonexcitable gaze. He recognized the other at once. Lance. Works in the scientific research branch. One of the few - if only - people Jelly really talked to.

"Oh, nothing much." Jelly replies with a shrug. "The reactor almost blew yesterday. Lights went out. Fan was on TV with toast on her face. And the president held a press conference this morning."

Fan

Fan salutes and takes her leave. She steps outside and dials up Commander Holden. Waiting anxiously for the man to answer, Fan paces back and forth along the sidewalk, looking rather irritable.

[Amzi Live]

Leal walked into a cyber cafe bought a snack,drink,and sat down in front of one of the PCs.
The browser opened at the Government's online site.One of the first things you got to see was the NIM Shield Logo on the middle left corner of the website...that got Leal thinking...he clicked it.
"NIM...Maybe this'll help me know for real what's going on",Leal thought to himself."Since I'm searching for something to do I might as well check these guys out.

[Pascal]

EDIT: Wrong RP :P

[Jaden Mental]

Zandor just got the news of the blackout that was takeing place....... He found this as an ideal time to send units to round up any valuables they could find.... and to also collect information on McKennen.

[dragonMask]

OCC:
Xyrith: THE CAKE IS A LIE!

I think someone will like my sig. : P (YAY Portal)

And sorry I'm so late! I had no idea it started! Silly me.

IC:

Virgil's hooves clattered frantically on the linoleum leading to Lieutenant Silas' office, his canter feeling far too heavy for the small hallways. Things around here weren't quite built for centaurs, and he always felt so... huge. He could only feel the pressure of this as he darted off for to begin errands to aid in the chaos that had just ensued. He did hate the dark. He also always felt a bit uncomfortable around the Lieutenant, even though the wolf in him wasn't as apparent as the human. It was just he didn't favor dogs, and the canine in him could show in the most unexpected ways.

The next turn was the office and he skidded as he slowed to a trot and turn the bend, his horseshoes making an unpleasant screeching noise as they tried- and failed- to grip the smooth surface. He picked up the pace again, only noticing too late the Lieutenant was on the ground just inside the door with another individual. He managed to shout, "Yikes! Sir-!" before he skidded to a halt, just in front of them, his firm hooves coming dangerously close. He let out a sigh of relief before straightening military fashion and saluting. "I'm here to deliver any messages you may need, Lieutanant Silas, sir!" he said hesitantly, marching a few steps backward to give them some space. "Er, do you need help?" he added less officially.

[Pascal]

OOC: ULTRACOOL SIG! Now, if only I didn't have to put up with steam I could have actually enjoyed HL2 and Portal :(

[~darkelfgirl~]

Silas

"This is information is not certain," Silas tells Sammy, taking the papers and stuffing them back into the envelope. "This should not be repeated to anyone, do I make myself clear?"

Silas turns to Virgil. "There are no messages right now, but I need for you to deliver this classified folder to the Vice-President Vahn in the Capital. A squad and a convoy will be waiting outside for transport. Please do not read, lose, or give this information to anyone--even those in the convoy."

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Commander Holden

Commander Holden, deprived of sleep, exhausted from phone calls and buried in papers, answers the phone. "New Ithaca Military Headquarters."

[rocklobster]

Lance smiled.
"YOu know, you really need to socialize more. I didn't save your life so you'd fade into the wallpaper." He went into the lab and went to work.

[dragonMask]

"This is information is not certain," Silas tells Sammy, taking the papers and stuffing them back into the envelope. "This should not be repeated to anyone, do I make myself clear?"

Silas turns to Virgil. "There are no messages right now, but I need for you to deliver this classified folder to the Vice-President Vahn in the Capital. A squad and a convoy will be waiting outside for transport. Please do not read, lose, or give this information to anyone--even those in the convoy."

Virgil took the folder gently, as if it would explode at the slightest movement. "V-vice President?" he was wondering why an intern would be entrusted to such a high-priority task, but he'd been around a while, and things were a little chaotic. Maybe it was desperation. He stifled his protests, saluted again, and backed out of the corridor, picking up speed again and leaping down the stairs.

OOC: Should I wait for an NPC to take him to the convoy and onto the Vice President? Or should I just get to him?

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: He can go there without an NPC (he has to show ID to the Secret Service before entering the Capital and the VP's office).

[USSRGirl]

Fan

"Holden, this is Lieutenant Fan Ku'ai." Fan barks into the phone. "Read the latest newspaper? The latest near crisis has caused the president to become... a little uptight to say the least. We need the NIM to be on standby should any further incident - whether from the public or from the reactor itself - occurr. You got that?"

Jelly

Jelly stares after Lance, his expression registering a bit of annoyance. Socialize more... what's the point? This place might blow up at any moment, so what stinkin' good would being friendly towards co-workers do? Besides... Jelly thinks to himself as he clocks in and hauls the garbage can down the hall... he didn't like other people.

Just as Jelly is coming down the hall, some overly enthusiastic intern jumps down the stairs with a stack of papers, landing in his garbage can. Jelly stares at Virgil in annoyance. "..... Could you... get out of there? If you don't wanna be recycled that is..."

[~darkelfgirl~]

Commander Holden

"Yes. That needs to be done. That is why I am giving you full authority over the CG, Lieutenant Fan. Do what you think needs to be done; I give you permission. As for the NIM, there will be extensive emergency training done."

[~darkelfgirl~]

Genevieve

Evie parks her SUV in the driveway of her suburban house and turns down the stereo to the obnoxious chart-topping pop song that is playing on the radio.

"Argh! I hate that." She takes off the SUV and steps out with her bookbag and stuff. Sighing she unlocks the front door and enters.

A chill goes up her spine and her tail prickles. The air seems strange, and she enters with caution and confusion.

This is weird, she thinks. It feels unusually calm.

She puts her stuff down in a corner in the hall and enters the living room, coming face to face with a large white tiger with piercing blue eyes. Her scream freezes in her throat and she backs way and runs to the front door, then grabbing her cell phone and dialing while she pants and panicks.


Silas

Silas' cell phone rings on his desk while he is sorting through papers. Looking down, he sees Evie's name on the caller ID.

I thought I told her never to call me when I'm on duty. I better answer it. Could be an emergency.

He presses talk--

"AAVEN! AVEN YOU'VE GOT TO GET HERE! THE-THERE'S..." Evie shrieks on the other line.

"Calm down, calm down. What're you talking about? Did someone break in? Are you ok?" Silas rises from his desk in fear.

"AVEN, YOU'VE GOT TO COME!" She says near tears.

He sighs. "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Just stay in a safe place, please."

He hangs up the phone and runs out into the hallway. He passes Jelly and Virgil, yelling, "I'll be back! If Lieutenant Fanat--I mean, Fan, comes, tell her it's an emergency!"

Dodging confused officers, he gets into his car and drives (over the speed limit) to the house.

This better be an emergency, he grumbles to himself.

[Julio Navarro]

A pick-up truck leaves the side-entrance of the shop, leaving behind four boxes filled with trash, mostly old electronic devices and broken mechanical parts. Rubbing his hands together with a gleam in his eyes like a sweet-toothed child standing in front of a dessert feast, Lucien hastily brings the cases inside to sort out in the back room of the inventor's shop.

Since it was dead-hour for the shop, Lucien had more than enough time to sort out the things and begin to lay out a few pieces in front of him and visualize a potential product. However, soon after starting this, he remembered the order sent in by the SpecOps division in the CG for a custom 'blitzrieg' assault model that was due this week.

Lucien then began to take out the various parts needed for the weapon, taking note to mark how many of them were used as to make the job of keeping up with the store inventory as simple as possible. As the weapons were assembled in the store counter, he listened to the radio as they covered the recent story about the city-wide blackout.

"People these days...too comfortable with their lives to bother doing something about this dependancy on Calypto".
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Vincent sat down in his usual desk at the library, reading a book on Quantum Physics written by a physicist well-known in the science community, but unknown to the general public. The text was normally assigned to second-year college students, but apparently he had no problem understanding it's contents.

He was midway through an interesting theorem when a Ape Antro of Vincent's age walked up to his table. A few minutes passed before Vincent spoke, his eyes not leaving the fascinating text.

"I wasn't aware they let the retards out to study hall...shouldn't you be trying to learn the alphabet, or did the teachers finally realise your lost cause?"

The boy cringed, infuriated at the insult. "Is the application ready yet?"

Vincent chuckled, "Wow...the monkey can talk. Good job. Now let's see if you can reach into your pocket and give me the money I asked for."

The individual's face grew redder by the second as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a money clip and trew it at the table, stopping centimeters from Vincent's hand. Vincent conjured up a small jumpdrive and tossed it to the other end of the table, "Now get out of my sight, the revolting stench of your stupidity is starting to fill the air."

Before the antro could respond, the bell indicating the end of study hall rung, Vincent put away the book and walked away. He made his way home, where he sat down in the desk in his room, switched the computer on from the 'standby' mode and began to read the information gathered by the bug he planted in the government network long ago. The system recognized the program as if it was an ordinary file belonging to the system and the security systems never actually noticed it was there even with the recent advances in it's security.

It didn't take long for him to finish reading the data gathered, as it barely contained anything worth mentioning save for the fact that something had broken out. Interesting as it was, there is no conclusion or anything of the sort to actually make it very relevant save as a 'future reference'.

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

Jelly nods, vaguely wondering what was going on.

Fan

Fan pauses and takes a step back, surprised by Holden's confidence in her. "Full authority over - sir, are you certain?" Fan nearly smacks herself. Idiot! You've got the post, don't give him the chance to reconsider! "Alright, Commander. Leave it me. Luietenant Fan, over and out."

Fan hangs up quickly, and starts pacing down the street. This was great - perfect. At last, everything was in her hands. At last she could bring order to the CG and to NI itself. Fan's sharky grin broadens as she marches back into the reactor. She would clean this place up until it was an model of justice and technology sparkling for all to see! Starting with...

"Silas!" Fan barks, finding that the man is not at his desk. "Where is Silas?! You there - whatever your name was -"

"Jelly, ma'am." Jelly replies sulkily. Why couldn't the higher ups ever get his name right?

"Jelly, where is Lieutenant Silas?"

Jelly points at the door.

"He left?! At this hour? How dare he! The useless slacker, he should be fired!"

"He said it was an emergency." Jelly explains, not really defending Silas or joining in Fan's rage.

"Bah! Emergency! He'll have an emergency on his hands if he sticks me with the night shift, alright!" Fan snarls, and storms off down the hall.

A few seconds later, she rushes back and screams angrily in Virgil's ear,

"And you! Get out of that government issue waste receptical at once! That is not its proper use and you're dirtying the garbage!"

That said, Fan storms back down the hall until she comes to the lab. Lance should be in at this time of day. She needed to talk to him too. Fan knocks properly on the door, and waits for an answer.

[silver_wolf454]

Sammy watched Jelly get yelled at from a distance. ".............."

[rocklobster]

"It's open." Lance answered. He put down a beaker and hoped for the best. He'd heard that Fan was on a power trip and had a funny feeling she'd be headed his way.

[Pascal]

: It was cold... and Xyrith Xandor was cold. Because well, if its cold, Xyrith always feels cold... unless he's eaten bean burritos that afternoon... yum.... bean burritos... he wondered if he could peddle to the clowns and they could give him money for bean burritos... but the clowns always say he's going to by the fire water with it! Meh, then he teach clowns good and attack them with a toenail clipper... then police come... o_O. :

: As all of this went on though, Xyrith found his way through a hole in a chain-link fence... it was a building "Calipso Reactor Complex Main Transformer Terminal". The building door was open... heh heh... silly janitor men always leave doors unlocked! Xyrith walked in side and then proceeded up to one of terminals, it felt warm... but these cooperate monkeys always kept things too cold for his liking to keep the bills down... and they OWNED the power. But Xyrith could "Hotwire" these babies... he was a genius scientist! :

: Using the mop Xyrith pried open the panel and then proceeded to connect the wires together using magical bread and jelly to banish away the cold demons! But then bad things happen and panel go BOOM! BANG SMASH ZAAAP! Smoke, fire... baaaaaddd. Xyrith puts a water pale near where he found the mop over his head and then proceeded to run around quaking like a chicken... if a chicken could quack like a duck. To stop the problem the facility immidiatly went into auto-matic lockdown and... well that caused the transformers to cut and the power to go out... again. :

: As the police arrived though all that could be found on the walls were Xyriths words: "Jelly makes the peanut butter revolution RETURN soon.. your base are belong to ZOOOP." Written in... nothing other than jelly. Xyrith could not be found... Yet another disaster now loomed in the air to drive Xyrith's favorite Amazon crazy... Fan! :

[rocklobster]

OOC: Nice ref to Zero Wing there, Pascal.

[USSRGirl]

Fan

Fan steps through the door to Lance's research facility and glares critically at the gum wrapper on the floor. She flicks a leather glove over one hand, picks it up as though it were a deadly insect, and holds it out in front of Lance's face.

"And would you care you explain what THIS happens to be, Lance?" Anthros. Disgusting. They were no better than animals - even the ones who had climbed the ranks enough to become scientists of CG. Disgraceful. "I would not have tolerated such defacing of government property even under Commander Holden's orders, but now - as you probably heard - that I am the presiding officer in this sector, I will have no further incidents like this one without adding a mark to rap sheet as a CG researcher and lobbying to put you - and anyone else I catch littering - on a probationary period for the next three years!"

Fan's cell phone rings just as her voice was beginning to ring with all the authority and nastiness of a high ranking officer. Stupid thing. She pulls it out and answers shortly,

"Leiutenant Fan speaking." Fan pauses as some local policeman babbles out something about the same homeless vagrant as before creating some kind of disturbance on a city street, and that Fan had ordered any information on said vagrant to be forwarded over to her - "Arrest the man! I don't care how you catch him, this isn't my department! Yes, I know what I said! Well, I don't care, just do it! GOODBYE!"

Fan hangs up and turns back to Lance.

"Ahem. As I was saying..."

[rocklobster]

"You do realize that some of these beakers contain highly explosive chemicals." Lance said as he picked up the gum wrapper, which wasn't even his. He's actually allergic to gum, but there was no since in bringing that up.

[USSRGirl]

"..." Fan frowns, glaring cautiously at the beakers in front of her. "In that case," she says in a slightly lower voice. "There should be a cautionary tape strip on this door. I'll have one installed. And while I'm busy bettering the society of the reactor..." She glares once more at the garbage can, evidently still bent on enacting some kind of revenge for the offending gum wrapper. "I do hope that little pando anthro friend of yours is doing his job, because if I find just one more scrap of litter around here I'm putting up an ad for a new janitor."

[Pascal]

: As Fan turns around she finds that at exactly less then one inch away from her nose is none other than Xyrith grinning (with a shiny new pair of dentures) while stairing directly into her eyes through holes cut out of a garbage can which was stuck over his head like some disturbing helmet. :

Xyrith (His breath smells like rotting onions): The AMAZON WOMAN! Its such a pleasure to meet you again! Would you like some gum? (Xyrith holds out a really old gum package it looks gross... and has the same logo as the gum wrapper she found on the floor earlier!) : Then with apparently inhuman abilities, Xyrith begins to gargle the mass quanity of gum within his mouth... it begins to make blender-like sounds and worst of all, his dentures can be seen spinning around as well... what kind of freakish monster was this thing! Maybe she should take some gum... O_O. :

[rocklobster]

"So you're to blame." Lance said. "Thanks, you almost cost me my job with your lack of manners."

[~darkelfgirl~]

Silas and Genevieve

Silas pulls into the driveway of the house and takes off the car.

He sees Evie standing on the lawn, quivering from fear.

"What is it?" He asks her, annoyed. "What's inside the house? Is it a spider? A stalker? Do you realize that First Lieutenant Fan could be at the Reactor right now, ready to ask for my demotion?"

Evie, shaking points to the door. Silas rolls his eyes and yanks the door open.

"Be careful, Aven..."

Entering the unusually quiet and peaceful house, he withdraws his gun from his side pocket in caution. Evie timidly walks in behind him. They walk towards the living room.

"It's in t-there." She says.

"What's in there?" he whispers.

Aven hides behind a wall while Evie waits at a distance. He then jumps out into the living room, pointing his gun to....a silver-haired man......

Aven lowers his weapon without thinking, gazing in awe. He cannot speak.

"Greetings Aven. I have waited a millennium for this day. I am Lyric of the Seed."

His eyes seem to pierce Aven's soul. "Your sister seemed a bit frightened by my appearance. I apologize. We have important matters to discuss...things that involve the welfare of this world."

[~darkelfgirl~]

Major Event

Elaborate red letters are mailed to each character. In it, is an invitation:


Dear [insert character name]:

You are cordially invited to an important meeting of high matters at the designated area at the bottom of this letter*.

-- Second Lieutenant Aven Silas of the Calypso Guard, New Ithaca Militia

*New Ithaca Research Corporation
Conference Room

[silver_wolf454]

Victor made it back to his shop finaly, though cover in jelly and somewhat sticky. He opened the door and the store bell rang pleasently. He smiled. It was good to be back home. He had bought enough grocierys to not leave his home for-what was this?

He noticed a red envelope that had been pushed through the crack in the door. He picked it up and opened it. His fingers staining the cream colored parcment with jelly he read silently.

Dear Mr. Victor (insert last name XD):

You are cordially invited to an important meeting of high matters at the designated area at the bottom of this letter*.

-- Second Lieutenant Aven Silas of the Calypso Guard, New Ithaca Militia

*New Ithaca Research Corporation
Conference Room

He looked over it a second and third time. "Oh drat......looks like I'll have to go out again......"

[USSRGirl]

Fan

Fan stares at Xyrith in horror and shock. "... ... ... Nnnn...... you.... you...."

"GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screams, landing a high kick to Xyrith's face.

Fan pulls her gun out, fires three shots into the wall of poor Lance's office (just inches away from Xyrith's head), pulls the security alarm to the add to the gunshots and screams, and soon Xyrith finds himself tackled by five hulking security officers.

"Take this man away and lock him up in the local jail." Fan says in a forced calm voice, replacing her gun in its holster. "On the serious charge of stalking and harrassing an NIM official. See to it that he is tried..." A creepy look comes into Fan's eyes. "For death!" She coughs and gets a hold on her temper. "Eheh. I mean, for his crimes."

The officers drag Xyrith away and slam him into the padded back room of their van, driving speedily towards the local jail, and somewhat disturbed by Lieutenant Fan's violent reaction to mere homeless crackpot.

After they leave Fan glances up at the wall she just shot up, then turns to Lance and comments dryly,

"And do something about your wall."

With that, she marches out, grinding a gum wrapper left behind by the apalling Xyrith between her long, blood-red nails. She'd go straight to the manufacturer and have the CEO of the company fired on the -

Fan stops as she gets to her locker and reads an invitation from Silas. Hmph. "Matters of high importance," huh? This had better be worth it.

Jelly

Jelly stares blankly down the hall at the gunshots, storming guards, and chaos. "..." Once the noise dies down and turns to Sammy and blinks quizzically. "Did... that just come from Lance's office?"

[Pascal]

: Despite being held up in by the police Xyrith unfortunately just had to be released... ON ORDER OF A BADLY MAILED LETTER FROM THE NEW ITHACA MILITIA! This must have been a mistake and of course, we all know it was... but so much red tape means that red letters must be followed... :

: At the New Ithaca Research Conference Room :

: To be evil, Xyrith just HAD to arrive after Fan got there... I mean, it wouldn't drive her one step over the edge if he didn't and to top it off he hadn't shaved or showered for days now... But he did have minty fresh breath! :

: To Fan from behind her (In a frighteningly good immitation of Reno's voice). :

Xyrith: Why hello there! I didn't think they'd let you in here, I mean not with such incredible celebrities like myself... But such a good looking lady, how could they refuse... Miss Amazon? You do know me right, well who couldn't I'm apparently the famous "Insert Character Name" the wealthiest oil Tzar of the far West-East.

: When Fan of course might have turned around however she would find to her horror that the one and only Xyrith was there, smiling... He had a new vest... it was a TOILET SEAT COVER?! O_O. And the toilet lid (pulled off the bathroom toilet was apparently his new hat... He'd also grown a rather large and instantaneous Afro that radiated strange mind numbing vibrations... they made ya want to follow Xyrith's every command... BWAH HA HA HA HA HA! Until of course you noticed that he was practicing the art of smoking sea water from the rather salty source of a custom Toilet Hookah... (So there's where the rest of the toilet was... wait what about all that water X_X). :

[silver_wolf454]

Sammy shrugged. "I donno....Wanna go see?"

___________

Apon ariving at the meeting Victor quickly sidestepped Xyrith. It took him long enought to get the nut case's jelly off of him before he came. He gave Fan a sweet shy smile and nod. "Evening."

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

Jelly shrugs back.

"Meh..."

And wanders towards Lance's office without replying.

"Lance? Hey are you in here?" he calls.

Fan

"YOU!!" Fan shrieks at the top of her lungs. What little sanity she had left was quickly falling apart as drops of rather discolored toilet water fell the ground before her... fell on her knew, NIM issue boots...!! Fan's face reddens till it's almost purple. For a minute it looks as though she wasn't breathing. Then in one loud shout Fan pulls out her gun with bloody murder in her crimson eyes.

Luckily, Victor gets in her way just before Xyrith's head is blown off.

"Eh?" Fan snaps, slightly embarrassed by her loss of control. "Oh, uh, g-good evening, sir. Say, do you know who this..." Fan glares contemptuously at Xyrith. "Uncouth individual is? The... poor man... seems to be suffering from some sort of mental illness. Disgusting vagrants. Ought throw 'em all in the slammer. What an eyesore..."

[silver_wolf454]

Victor eyed Xyrith. "Erm....we've been aquainted..." He looked at Fan's gun nervously. " What, pray tell, are you going to do with that mam?"

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Its alright! I am an honored and most invited guest, HOBO'S IN DA HOUSE EATING ALL YOUR FOOD!

^_^

: Xyrith produces the letter... which said that this was indeed official, he was invited... fate had conspired against them. How... terrible. just plain terrible. :

Xyrith: Don't worry, if it means that much to you, you can have my hat! I can get another!

: Xyrith tries to put the toilet sea on Fans head. :

[rocklobster]

Lance walked into his office.
"What's going on in here?" he asked, noticing all the chaos.
"I'll have to put a security system in here!"

[Amzi Live]

Back at his apartment Leal was sitting on his sofa eating some pizza he had ordered while watching some rented movies.
Someone knocked at the door…Leal got up, walked to the door, and opening. It was one of the lobby clerks holding a letter in his hands.
“Good evening Mr. Aire”, greeted the clerk.
“Good evening”, responded Leal.
“Someone requested this be delivered to you sir”, said the clerk while handing Leal the letter.
“Oh, Why thank you. Did you get to see from who it was?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t, and it was anonymous”

After thanking the Clerk Leal walked to the balcony which had a beautiful view of the city. He opened the envelope, and read its contents silently.

Dear, Leal Aire

You are cordially invited to an important meeting of high matters at the designated area at the bottom of this letter*.

-- Second Lieutenant Aven Silas of the Calypso Guard, New Ithaca Militia

*New Ithaca Research Corporation
Conference Room

Is this some kind of joke?” he asked himself.

"Oh well,guess I'd better get over there,and see for myself."

[~darkelfgirl~]

Silas/Genevieve

In the NIRC Conference Room, Silas and Evie wait in the presence of Lyric. He is silent, and seems to be meditating while staring into space.
Evie openly shows her nervousness by shaking, while Silas paces back and forth in thought, waiting for everyone to show up for the meeting.

I don't know why he chose us, but if we are the only ones who can stop this...

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

"... I think the problem IS the security." Jelly murmurs, indicating Fan's eccentric behavior of late. His ears perk up as he notices an unopened letter on Lance's desk. Wow, Lance hardly EVER got official NIRC mail! Jelly opens it and reads it to himself, knowing Lance probably wouldn't mind anyway.

"...An invitation to an important meeting... tonight." Jelly looks up at the clock. "Oh man, it started already!" He throws the letter to Lance. "Hey, if you're going, mind if I tag along?"

Fan

Victor eyed Xyrith. "Erm....we've been aquainted..." He looked at Fan's gun nervously. " What, pray tell, are you going to do with that mam?"

Fan stares down at her gun then back up at Victor and Xyrith (who appears to be offering her his toilet seat).

"I - er - agh!" she holsters the gun, slaps Xyrith's "hat" away, and snarls, "Target practice! Mind your own business!"

She stomps off towards the conference room, and stops short as she bumps into Silas and some little punk - he had a sister, didn't he? - tagging along beside him.

"Ack - S-Silas!" Fan stutters, still red with embarrassment from her unprofessional show of temper with Xyrith. She clears her throat and asks, "Why were we called here?"

[~darkelfgirl~]

Silas/Genevieve

Silas sees Fan's display of emotion and tries to hide his surprise and urge to laugh. Evie, however, giggles.

"Serious business--things I can't explain, but someone else can..." Silas replies with a serious face.

[rocklobster]

"Jelly, this may not be a good idea. But I guess I'll need you if things get rough." said Lance.

[USSRGirl]

Fan

Fan gives Silas an inquiring look, then glares at Evie's giggle.

"Something funny, young lady?" she snarls threateningly.

Jelly

Jelly nods and follows Lance to the conference room.

[rocklobster]

Lance stared at the conference room's retina scanner (is this ok, GMs?) and uses it to confirm his ID.
"Shall we?" Lance motioned to Jelly. "I hope we're not interrupting anything important."

[USSRGirl]

OOC: Sounds fine to me!

IC:

Jelly trails along behind at a safe distance and stares at the strangely occupied conferrence room. A guy... with a toilet seat on his head and... some other high society snob, probably worked in administration or something.

"Um... do we just... sit down then?" Jelly asks nervously.

[rocklobster]

Lance sat down and motioned to an empty seat next to him.

[USSRGirl]

Jelly took his seat nervously, staring blankly at Xyrith in a blend of mild disgust and horror mixed with wonder as to who invented the bum.

[rocklobster]

Lance smiled as he remembered when he and fought against the street gang. Jelly was quite an impressive fighter when the chips were down. Surprising how suicidal he was. Luckily, Lance was able to talk him out of it.

[Julio Navarro]

(I forgot to mention that English is my second language, so any and all corrections are well appreciated. Just in case, I hope nobody takes what Vincent says into offence, it's nothing personal, just the character's personality. Ohh, and future posts won't be this long, I just had a lot of ground to cover)

As Lucien finished making the last assault rifle from his government order, the bells that indicated the opening of his shop door rang softly and a man from the Citadel Guard entered. Lucien recognized the man as Braden, one of the men that were sent regularly to check on the shop and keep track of the weapons order.

Lucien laughed at the peculiar timing of his friend. “Ah! Braden! Just the man I was hoping to see”

Braden chuckled, Lucien always had some reason to be pleased of his arrival “Hello Lucien, I’m guessing the weapon order is on-schedule?”

Lucien shook his head “Oh come on! All you ever worry about are the guns! No ‘how are you’ or ‘anything, my friend’? Yes, yes, the rifles are just about finished; I just need to box them. Tell your boss to send someone to pick them up whenever possible.”

Braden reached into his pocket and took out an envelope sealed with red tape and handed it to him, “Sorry Lucien, I’m on a tight schedule. I was also told to give this to you. It’s addressed to both you and your brother. It is classified information so you should dispose of it once you’ve read it; Captain says it’s a top priority so I wouldn’t take your time if I were you. Take care and say ‘hi’ to your brother for me.” With that said Braden walked out the door and left for the Reactor.

Despite his own curiosity and Braden’s warning, Lucien left the letter under the counter and proceeded to finish boxing up the assault rifles and placing them in a reinforced box in which only the government carriers could open in case they needed to pick something up and he wasn’t at the store. He opened the letter and read its contents carefully.

Dear Lucien and Vincent Avaron:

You are cordially invited to an important meeting of high matters at the designated area at the bottom of this letter*.

-- Second Lieutenant Aven Silas of the Calypso Guard, New Ithaca Militia

*New Ithaca Research Corporation
Conference Room
---------------------------------------------
Vincent was now reading a book on Quantum Physics, the same one when he was in study hall when he heard his brother calling his name. Curse him; he always had the nagging ability to need him at the worst times. Although, he actually did spend most of his time reading textbooks or working on complicated software, which in both cases he does get extremely irritated when interrupted.

Vincent stood up and poked his head out the door, yelling “What is it?”

“Come down, there’s something that you need to see”

Vincent grudgingly walked out of his room and into a platform that served as an elevator. The intricate system of levers, wheels, and weighs made it possible for someone to go up or down smoothly while running independent of any external energy source, instead relying on potential and gravitational energy. As the elevator reached the first floor and the weighs re-positioned themselves, Vincent walked up to Lucien, abruptly taking the red envelope that his brother was holding out to him.

Vincent groaned as he handed the letter back to Lucien, who tossed it into the incinerator, “Great, now I have to spend the evening with those idiots at the Capital. Let’s get it over with so I can go on with my life”

Lucien sighed at his brother’s predictable reaction. “You know, you really should stop being so cynical for once.”

Vincent quickly responded, “Yeah and you should learn to shut the hell up” and headed up the elevator to pack up a few of his things. He emerged with his book bag only a few minutes later and walked out the door, not even waiting for Lucien, who was fetching his car keys and running out the door.

They arrived at the Capital relatively fast thanks to Lucien’s knowledge of the city’s layouts and were escorted into the conference room. Lucien entered the room first, followed closely by his younger brother. In less than a few seconds, Vincent scanned the room, “Government officials, a hobo, a maintenance worker, an idiot by the corner, two dogs and a centaur farther down the hallway. Great, I’ve been invited to a stupid federal petting zoo. I’m leaving” He turned on his heels to walk away if it were not for his older sibling’s hand grasping the collar of his shirt.

Vincent jerked his shoulders forward, “Let go”

“No, we were called here for a reason; the least we could do is hear them out first before JUDGING them” Lucien whispered, hoping none of the others heard his brother’s remark.

Vincent glared at his brother and faced the room, speaking in a loud tone, not caring whether the others heard him or not, “What reason? They probably have the mental capacity of retarded cockroaches.” He opened his mouth to say more, but decided it was best to get it over with and took a seat farthest from the others.

Lucien chuckled in nervous embarrassment at the looks they were getting from everyone in the room “I apologize for my brother, he doesn’t mean anything said”

[Amzi Live]

Leal walked into the conference room just at the exact time of Vincent’s angry comments.
He sat down at the back carefully watching the people in the room.

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: You write better English than some people I've met :D. I would've never known that it was your second language.

Zandor Zyrith

A silver-masked man with silver hair walks silently into the room, his black-cloak rippling in his wake. His appearance and solemnity seizes the attention of everyone in the room. Without a word, he sits at the opposite end of the table.


Silas

Silas stops Evie, who angrily rises out of her seat at Vincent's insults. Just then, a silver-masked man silently walks into the room, and takes a seat.
Silas glares at Zandor from across the room.

I don't know why Lyric wants him here. Despite him having influence in the government, I just don't like him. There's something more beneath his "mask".

[Pascal]

Xyrith heard Silas discuss Zyrith and believed that he was talking about him... and well this just demanded itself to be addressed!

: Xyrith walks over to Silas and clutches him in the deathgrip of a bear hug. :

Xyrith: What? No love for Uncle Xyrith! Come on, tell me ya love me!

: Then for some strange inexplisable reason Xyrith unveiled a jar of jam and proceeded in a cloud of dust to produce the worlds most marvelous looking cake, if it weren't made by the hobo it would... well... frankly be too appetizing to pass up... but given that Xyrith made it... well it took him under five seconds and we all know the five second rule :P. :

: Xyrith offers Silas a piece of the oversized cake (its ice cream cake... WHERE DID HE FIND ICE CREAM O_o. :

OOC: By the way, there are two silas' so I'm not sure which one is being reffered to here, apologies for the gender mix-up if it happened. :

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: There's only one :D. "Aven" is his real name, but he's called by his last name, "Silas".

Silas

Silas, in the grip of Xyrith, stares at the cake.

"Uh...no thank-you. I'm...uh, on a strict military diet." He pries Xyrith off of him.

Evie giggles beside him.

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Fine, I eat all... :Xyrith commences to eat the cake.: So... Silas buddy o pal, what do the lemurs enjoy doing in your neighborhood, they like to eat through the wiring in my castle... It burn down, makes Xyrith sad.

: Xyrith gets an odd look struck accross his face. :

Xyrith: It made my computer go BOOM! Now I can no longer talk to my friends on CAA, T_T. Do you RP? Its such a fun way to escape the real world... to many evil talking chipmunks out there you know... always chattering, and no one but I can understand what they say... they're always looking to steal our cable TV, AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE CABLE. So for me they've specifically planned revenge and they are causing the government to change over to digital TV O_O, I have no digital telivision! But luckily I don't watch television I use the internet... don't tell the squirrels though, or they'll change that over to analog! Wait... my computer blew up... THE SQUIRRELS!!!

: Xyrith begins foaming at the mouth and proceeds to try to grab Fan's gun... screaming incoherently that the squirrels have to come to kill them all ^_^. Unseen by everyone, two squeeking helium voices squacked over the radio, "we've been found out General Kohi, Code D. Floss! ABORT ABORT!" and little... rat-sized shadows moved towards their emergency exit routes mini sniper rifles filled with deadly minature paintballs inside in...paw. :

[USSRGirl]

Fan

"Nnnngh!!!" Fan growls. "I can't take this any more! I don't care who invited 'Uncle Xyrith' but this is becoming an outrage!"

Fan bashes Xyrith over the head with her gun, knocking him unconscious (at least for the moment). She drags his limp body towards the utility closet, kicks it in rather visciously, and slams the door.

Fan resumes her seat and folds her hands coolly.

"Now... if anyone else..." Fan snaps a deadly scowl at Vincent. "Would like to join our deranged friend in the 'playroom,' speak up. Otherwise, let's resume our meeting, shall we?"

Jelly

"Hey, who're you callin' a cockroach, stuck-up jerk?" Jelly yells at Vincent, clenching his teeth angrily. If only panda anthros had fangs this would like a whole lot more impressive... "Let's go! Right now, you moron!"

[Julio Navarro]

Vincent raises an eyebrow at Jelly, mentally laughing at his reaction 'HAH! This shorty is about as intimidating as a ball of cotton!' and spoke in a condescending tone,"Ohh, I'm the moron? That's good, especially from someone who after being insulted, is still clueless as to who I was reffering to. And I would prefer to be sentenced to life in a solitary cell withought food, water or light, than to be stu-"

Lucien slammed his fist on the table, "ENOUGH! Vince, I suggest you keep your mouth shut for the rest of the meeting because I will not keep you from getting your little wish fulfilled by the Guards. They were invited here for a reason, meaning that they have as much usefullness and purpose to this as you do." He turned to Jelly, his voice soft and apologetic while Vincent glared at his brother before turning his head and scowling, "Young master, I apologize for the offence my brother has caused you. I ask the same of you, Lieutenant". Lucien recognized the woman during one of his regular visits to the Capital, having witnessed some of her 'fits' when walking the corridors. He accurately recalled hearing her voice for a period of many minutes before passing the room in which she was arguing with some of her guards and engineers; not someone you would look forward to agrravate.

[Pascal]

: Xyriths comes out of the room... he has a mop. :

Xyrith: AMAZON! YOU'VE GONE TO FAR! YOU'LL TAKE ME MOP WHEN YOU PRY IT OUT OV ME KOLD DEAD HANDS! FOR I AM XAXSTORM XYRITH XANDOR AND WHEN I WANT AN X (hug) I'll GET ONE!

:Xyrith proceeds to to rush fan with the mop... but bashes Zandor over the head instead... but he can't tell the difference apparently... and frankly it could be wondered if someone's corrupted wish was about to come true... Bash bash bash. :

[Amzi Live]

Leal smiled.He liked Xyrith's style,and most of the others in the room except that teenager Vincent.
"Kid looks like a techy,and a cocky one at that,"he thought to himself.
"Better watch to whom you talk to that way boy, you look smarter when your mouth is shut,"Leal said in a rather serious tone while staring sternly at the young lad.

[Julio Navarro]

(Nice post, Misa!)
Vincent glared at Leal, growling under his breath and proceeded to place his feet crossed on top of the conference table and leaning his chair back while folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Let's just get it over with" He said before leaning his head down, biting down on his tongue to keep himself from saying the rest of the sentence, 'before I get nauseous from the stench of their stupidity'

[~darkelfgirl~]

A silver-haired man suddenly takes form in front of the guests, who stare in shock. His icy blue eyes survey each face, as if examining their souls. The air is filled with strange peace.

"Aven, Genevieve, Fan, Jelly, Vincent, Leal, Xyrith, Lucien, Lance, Sammy, Victor, Noir, Virgil, Zyrith. Greetings, Children of New Ithaca. It was not Aven Silas who summoned you here, but I. My name is Lyric."

He takes a seat at the head of the conference table.

"These events that have befallen this land are not just minor occurrences. There are things beyond your imagination--beyond your concept of reality-- that have been resurrected not too long ago. I am one of them.
This citadel, or what you call "reactor", is more than what it seems. You live in its shadow, unaware of its history and war raging within it.
Have you ever been told of The Origin of this realm?"

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Beyond MY concept of reality?! You act as though I don't know about the secret gastral intestinal surgeon alliance and how it has run the "reactor" for years... but we all really know its part of their plan to create a replacement for their greatest invention yet... the lawn! Their last attempt called Xenoscaping failed horribly I might add and so they are greatly disgruntledifiedamicalit. I after all, DID invent bread you know!

: Xyrith smiles from ear to ear, and bops the now unconcious Zyrith over the head once more for good mesure given that he wasn't defending himself. :

[rocklobster]

"And what have you done since you invented bread? Slice it?" Lance asked Xyrith. He just couldn't resist the opportunity to make what he thought was a good joke.

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Well... no sadly Dr. Ivan Looney is famous for inventing "sliced bread" T_T (Xyrith starts to cry) WHY- WHY- I WAS SO CLOSE TOO!!!! Xyrith grabs Lance and starts using his shoulder as a tissue.

[USSRGirl]

OOC: O.O Mop... kiiiill.....

IC: Jelly's ears flatten in annoyance. He finds himself wishing Xyrith, Fan, and that Vince punk would just go all out and have a mop-gun-fist fight until they killed each other. Jelly ignores Luciens apology, glaring at the table. He didn't need that jerk to save him from Vince. If it wouldn't have cost him his job, he'd have ended that snot right then and there. Unexpectedly, Jelly speaks up quietly, trying to turn the conversation back towards what Lyric had just said,

"I've never heard it. I always thought this place was just some kinda energy plant put up by the government to fuel the city."

Fan

Lyric... Fan thinks to herself. I've heard that name before somewhere...

[Amzi Live]

Leal:
"This guy is insane!",Leal thought to himself."Is he proposing that he is the Lyric from the legends?"

[Julio Navarro]

Vincent spoke, while keeping his head down, arms crossed and feet on the table.

"There have been several texts about how this city originated. Taking your name into consideration, I believe you're reffering to the five so-called 'Seeds' and what you named the 'Wave Core' or the 'Calypso'. Personally, I think it's just a bunch of crap brought together to make a tasty looking pie for stupid or naive people"

Lucien spoke, intrigue and curiosity apparent in his voice, "So you claim you are Lyric, the Seed that discovered the Wave core and cured his allies, learned how to manipulate the energy that radiated from the reactor and used it to build this city? That's quite a bold claim, if you don't mind me saying."

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Pie? Where's the pie? I want pie? I DIDN'T EVEN gEt pIe fOR pI dAY! O_o

[rocklobster]

Lance sat quietly, contemplating what was being said. He didn't like the direction this was going.
Then he asked Lucien, "So does this mean that the balance between yin and yang, that is good and evil, is about to topple in yin's favor? If that's the case, what should we do? I believe that the balance between good and evil must be maintained at all cost. Yes, I know, I'm a scientist and I believe in a god. How unusual, huh?"

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: JM's occupied, so I have control of Zyrith :D

The man stares for a moment, at Xyrith. Though his face is blank and indifferent, he seems to be in deep thought.

He continues his speech after smiling at Vincent's remark. "Yes, I am Lyric from the legends," he affirms the remarks of those who know. "At the dawn of the Era of Manifest, when the Seed first set foot upon this realm, we became sick from a strange substance in the air. I journeyed to find a cure throughout the land, stumbling across an orb located in a lonely cavern. This rock seemed to give off waves of energy--Wave Ambiance. I named it the Wave Core. Eventually, we became well again, accustomed to the energy. Eventually a citadel was built over the Core, and I became its guardian, naming it "Calypso". Curious, I began to experiment with the Wave Ambiance, harvesting energy for daily life and developing unusual abilities and powers. My aging decreased due to my close exposure and being the first to touch it. I felt like I discovered something great--something that would benefit us and those to come. I was wrong."

Lyric looks ahead, staring into nothing.

"I fought and concealed it, but it has broken free again. This is why I am here. It was of my doing. My purpose is not over yet. The balance has shifted."

[USSRGirl]

After a moment's pensive silence, Fan speaks up.

"Well, then. So it's back." she stands up and addresses the whole assembly. "But why do you have to talk like you're at a funeral for cryin' out loud? Just because some of us present," she snaps a scowl at Lance. "Hold stone age superstitions about technology and the betterment of the human race, there's no need for us all to jump to conclusions. You say you were wrong before... so? Now we've got a second chance! A chance to change things for the better!" Fan folds her arms stubbornly. "By your own terms, isn't it just as easy to look at this as a curse... than as a miracle? I can't believe that the real Lyric of would run off like a coward."

[Julio Navarro]

Lucien looks up at Lance, "No, I do not think belief in a personal god is strange. Troughout history there have been countless people that believe in some form of an ultimate reality, whether one or many gods, an invisible and sentient force that surrounds and binds everyone, or any other of the countless variations of it. People are entitled to their opinions and beliefs regardless of their location or profession."

Vincent chuckles, "I agree with my brother there, however my choise of words is slightly different. What he calls religion would be more accurately described if the term is changed to 'delusions'." He remained silent until Lyric spoke, this time he raised an eyebrow and gave him a questionable look, and chuckled at Fan's adress. She was beginning to like that woman, she was undoubtedly loud, but shot straight and deep; and so he turned to Lyric, having agreed with the lieutenant.

"So you're saying that we have to clean up your mess? If you're the one with the magic powers I highly doubt any one of us can be of any help, so I think its better for you to march out of here and take responsibility for your actions."

[rocklobster]

"MAgic and science just don't mix." Lance muttered to himself. "I hope this turns out better than it's starting."

[Amzi Live]

Leal stood up,"Soo...Lyric,Is there some sort of plan on how to get rid of whatever needs getting rid of?"
"Maybe we can try peanut butter,and jelly sandwiches,Xyrith"

[Pascal]

OOC: Don't tempt the debble...

IC:

: Upon hearing the word Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches, Xyrith grins ear to ear and without even looking down flips out two of them and happil fires them through the air towards Leal. :

[USSRGirl]

Jelly

"...." Jelly blinks and stares at the flying jelly encrusted toast. "Uh... I really wish I wasn't here right now." he mutters to himself.

[Amzi Live]

Leal didn't expect to be thrown peanut butter,and jelly sandwich missiles.
He quickly reacted,and grabbed one,but missed the other which hit,and stained his coat with Peanut butter,and jelly.
He smiled,and sat down while taking a bite of this free snack.
"I knew that dude had talent"

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: Sorry for the delay

Lyric watches Xyrith's behavior with curiosity and hidden amusement.

He indifferently turns to Fan. "Your logic is flawed. I am here. I've come to finish what I started."

He indifferently turns to Vincent. "There is a divine ruler. Your world, caught up in their flourishes of life, have forgotten the ways and teachings of old. This is the second reason why I am here. As for being the only one with what you call 'magic powers'..."

From his side, he draws out a drawstring pouch, dumping its contents onto the table. Glass-like pieces of various colors scatter across the table.

"Fragments of the Wave Core..."

He looks at each person.

"This realm is in danger of annihilation. A threat beyond your imagination--your frame of reality has been awakened--reborn. It is, of course, your choice, but turning your head is not going to solve anything.
I need your help."

[rocklobster]

"What do you have in mind?" Lance asked. He was not one to ignore danger.

[~darkelfgirl~]

Lyric bows his head.

"These fragments contain concentrated Wave Ambiance from the parent Wave Core. These will give you the ability to manipulate wave energy as powers. These powers can be used raw, or through a medium, such as a sword. However, these mediums are rare, due to Wave Ambiance manipulation for combat is illegal in this realm."

He raises his head.

"You are the chosen. His Grace has called me to choose all of you."

Manipulated by Lyric, the fragments rise above the table; each drifts to a person, who takes them--some uneasily.

"I guarantee that this...will hurt," says Lyric.

Without warning, the fragments glow in the palm of each person's hand. They begin to get warmer...fiery hot. However, they are unable drop them. The fragments, white hot, sink into the palm's skin.

[Pascal]

Xyrith: AHHHH!!!! :Jams toast with jelly on it over his hand where the wound was causing it to boil and sizzle. Then, likely to the dismay of everyone else, "chooses" to forget that he was in pain do to his vast powers of dissasociation, gaining amnesia of the whole event. :

Xyrith: Why are you are cringing in pain, that didn't hurt a bit! I can't remember any pain what so ever! Why is there jelly on my hand, and why hasn't anyone mention Godwin's law, gadzooks!

[rocklobster]

Lance writhes in pain as one of the fragments sizzles into his hand like the cliched hot knife through...well, you know....
He looks up to the Heavens and asks God for guidance in using his new abilities to keep the balance between good and evil in check.

[~darkelfgirl~]

"You now have the ability to manipulate Wave Ambiance. Among you are people gifted with talents to create wave-medium weapons. As my power grows, I will also supply weapons that I forge. As of now, you can create a signature weapon that you will use until the end of this plight."

"Some of you will drift to the side of darkness. I am aware of this." He looks at various people across the room. "This is a sad reality."

"I have not gained back my full abilities, yet, due to being freshly awakened. This brings hope to me, because the dark force is currently as weak as I am."

"I will assist you throughout this ordeal, until I am fully strong. Aven Silas also knows of what to do. If you need me, just say my name. The white tiger is me. May His Grace be with you."

Bowing his head, Lyric vanishes in a flurry of bright blue.


OOC: Now that you have your powers, create a signature weapon. Be modest--don't create a super duper world shattering weapon :D

Throughout this RP, weapons will be given after every Main Event, Lucien (Julio Navarro) will be making weapons, since he's a weapons technician (If you don't mind, Julio ^^).
These can traded among yourselves, later. Keep track of your inventory when this time comes!

[USSRGirl]

OOC: Weaponssss. :grin:

IC:

Jelly

"Agghh!" Jelly jerks away as the cold, burning shard merges into his hand. Wide-eyed and panting, he stares down at the mark on his palm, wondering what just happened. "Hey! Come back here you freak!" He shouts at Lyric's receding blue light, hiding his full-out panic in masks of anger. "You idiot, you couldn't have 'chosen' me! I'm not even supposed to be here - I just followed Lance in! I'm just the janitor for cryin' out - RRRRRrrrr." Realizing that he's yelling at nothingness, Jelly sinks into his chair sulkily, eyes still on his hand. What the heck did that freak do to me? I knew it was a mistake to take a job in this nuthouse. I should never have come here. He tosses a sidelong glance at Lance who seems to be deep in thought. Jelly grimaces. Sure, riiiiight. Go on analyzing this as a great scientific phenomenon, or worst yet a 'blessing from the sky.' Of course Lance isn't freaked out by all this - geez, he's probably gonna wanna use it to become some modern day saint or something. What have I gotten myself into?

"This. Sucks."

Fan

Fan falls into stiff silence as she watches the strange shard react to her touch.

"Remarkable..." she breathes. "Ah...!" Unfortunately, Fan had drawn her pistol again as Xyrith began his toast and jam antics. Her fragment begins to melt into the pistol, then in her wrist, then solidifying into a crystal gauntlet. She struggles against it - stupid thing was going to eat her hand off if it didn't quit it! Suddenly her gun merges onto her arm in the exact image of the dream weapon she'd always wanted - a double barrel machine gun, black as night, with an advanced looking stealth scope (she'd never actually seen another like it), and heat seeking bullets (as she soon found by testing it on the wall two inches away from Xyrith's head). More importantly, it was sleek and clean and civilized. Already, she missed her hand far more than people might expect. Fan hugs her gun rather pyschoticly.

"Just as I always wanted it. The next evolution of man - fully effecient, the power to neatly eliminate threats, perfectly mechanical! If only the entire world were like this gun... devoid of weakness, filth, and..." she tosses a glare at Xyrith. "...unworthy life..."

Fan gets up with a bouncy, almost peppy spring in her step.

"Heh. Well, I guess our friend Lyric wasn't such a prude when it came to using the wave ambiance after all."

[rocklobster]

Lance continued to feel great power surging through his hand. It manisfested into an icy sword.
"Hmm. Not bad. I guess the wave ambience must've detected my dolphin ancestry and given me water-based abilities." He waved the sword around. It made light-saber like sounds.
He looks over at Fan and asks, "So, am I worthless in your eyes?"

[USSRGirl]

Fan

"... yes... T___T..." Fan replies with cutting bluntness.

OOC: I hate villains who beat around the bush, don't you? XD

[rocklobster]

Lance sighed. "I suppose the line has been drawn. You've barely had the power for an hour, and it's already begun to corrupt you. And you've just proved why I'm a Christian. At least God doesn't think I'm worthless. Otherwise, I wouldn't even BE here."
He turned to Jelly, "Looks like you're all I got. Maybe we'd better stick together. I'll help you with that power of yours. After all, as someone once said, 'with great power...'"
OOC: have Jelly finish the famous line and figure out his new power.

[USSRGirl]

"...comes great... headaches." Jelly finishes in annoyance. "Why do you gotta be such a movie buff at a time like th-" A black and white ying yang patterned bamboo rod extends out of Jelly's hand where the shard used to be. He smirks. "Hey, not bad."

[rocklobster]

"I'm not being a movie buff. Now, let's get out of here before Fan decides to test her new weapon on us."
(OOC: hint, hint:evil:)

[Julio Navarro]

OOC: Who doesn't? Unless the 'beating around the bush' sounds rather philosophical, then I'm really into it. Just so you guys know, I'm still active here and check the thread every day, though I can't say I have always enough time to brainstorm a post and actually write it since I have one trimester to complete an entire half credit. Don't expect me to post very frequently, but I'll make my posts slightly longer to cover the extra timeframe between posts. Oh, and since I don't have the slightest idea of how the enviroment will be from now on, I'm making a guess about what will be needed, which is why my characters requested what they did. If that won't be needed or used, feel free to correct me.

IC:

Lucien marveled at Fan's new masterpiece. Having been an admirer of weapons since he was a young adult, he couldn't help but stare awe-struck at the magnificence and sheer beauty of that weapon. Despite knowing he could probably create his own kinds of wave weaponry, Lucien decided to wait and see if he could get access to the Capital's arsenal of advanced or prototype weapons to see what he could put together on his own so that he could then adapt it as a Wave medium. And so, Lucien turned to Lieutenant Cylas and bowed respectfully.

"Lieutenant Cylas. Sir, if it is possible, I would like permission to gain access to the weapons lab and cache in order for me to see if I can construct weaponry of sorts for the team. I'm assuming you have to be quite intimate with the inner workings of a firearm in order to make something like Lieutenant Fan, which may I remark as being no less than an extraordinarily beautiful work-of-art, and my experience with their construction and design would be most effective if I have access to the resources already available here. Although most of them seem to have made weapons of their own using the shards, it would be best to have alternative weapons should the need arise."

Vincent rubbed his right hand, having just recovered from the sheer pain of the Reactor fragment's infusion with his hand. Taking Lyric's words into account, Vincent experimented with the new abilities and found that if he focused it to his nervous system, his mental functions and processing capabilities increased dramatically. In this state of heightened capacity, things seemed to slow down, although he couldn't move any faster, his eyes could grasp otherwise blurry details more readily. 'I seriously could get used to this' he thought to himself before snapping back to a more customary state of mind.

"I'll do what this Lyric guy just said, however, I have one condition in mind: permanent access to the government computer laboratories and cache in order to construct a portable workstation with a powerful enough processing capability as to be of use. This is to include state-of-the-art hardware and software, even those not fully developed, and not to expire even when all of this is over."

Despite knowing the unfavorable chances that his request would be accepted, Vincent could not let the opportunity pass. It wasn't like the whole saving the world thing seemed like something he’s be interested in doing; hell, the world could blow up and all of the life forms residing within it would become extinct, including himself, and it wouldn’t bother him in the slightest bit.

Vincent raised his eyebrow at Lance’s speech, “I also wish to request the permanent silencing of this dim-witted individual before I get sick from his failed attempts to sound philosophical”

[rocklobster]

"Looks like Fan isn't my only problem." He pointed his sword at Vincent. "How about I try my new weapon out...on you?" He shot out ice shards from his sword. "I usually abhor violence, but you leave me no choice!" He turned to Jelly, "Like with that street gang when we first met. Let's show them how good you are at fighting, old friend!"
OOC: Panda-anthro, attack!

[~darkelfgirl~]

OCC: All that is fine, Julio ^^. And 'Cylas' is spelled 'Silas' :lol:

Silas

In Silas' hand appears a rather long, silver hilted, blue-blade sword. He indifferently stares at it, but is secretly amazed.
"I handle guns everyday. Just wanted something different for now."

He looks to Lucien and Vincent. "You both have my permission. We will need as many resources as possible to fight this rising threat." For a moment, he is uneasy about giving Vincent the authority access government equipment. "I will trust that both of you will use these things for the good of New Ithaca."

"I understand that most of you are confused--even frightened of being chosen by Lyric as a Seed. We must put these emotions aside and focus our energy and these gifts to stopping the dark force before it swallows us all. We must also band together, putting aside our differences--" he flashes a glare at Vincent--"and learn to respect each other. After all, we're all citizens of this realm and children of God."


Genevieve

Evie tries to pull her hand away--but in vain. The shard sinks into her hand.
In her hand appears a long ivory bow, engraved with silver.

"Oh, wow! This is so cool...but where's the arrows? Uh...Aven?"

Her brother looks down at her after his speech. "Yes?"

"I've got...no arrows." She holds it up. "It's so pretty," she said, drawing the slender string. Without warning, a bright light grows between her fingers. She releases the bow--

Twang!

A bright arrow zooms across the room at Zyrith's head. He casually dogdes it by moving his masked head aside.

"Oops--sorry!" blushes Evie.


Zyrith

Despite his black glove, the shard sinks into Zyrith's palm. He doesn't flinch.

In his hand appears a large obsidian pistol with several barrel-holes. A silver eye is engraved upon the weapon. He twists and locks it, then casually points it at Genevieve, who freezes.

He silently laughs at her reaction, lowering the gun. Silas, however, doesn't take this lightly; he angrily narrows his eyes at Zyrith.

Zyrith is amused at Silas' revelation of emotion.

Seems like I hit a sore spot, he thinks.

[Pascal]

Vincent and Xyrith

: Xyrith conjures up the most evil thing he can imagine... with the intent of using it for pseudo good of course ^_^... the power to grant corrupted wishes. A strange aura glows around him as he feels inclined to try out his new powers. :

Wishes 1 & 2 that are granted:

"I'll do what this Lyric guy just said, however, I have one condition in mind: permanent access to the government computer laboratories and cache in order to construct a portable workstation with a powerful enough processing capability as to be of use. This is to include state-of-the-art hardware and software, even those not fully developed, and not to expire even when all of this is over."

Vincent raised his eyebrow at Lance’s speech, “I also wish to request the permanent silencing of this dim-witted individual before I get sick from his failed attempts to sound philosophical”

The granting of the wishes...

He looks to Lucien and Vincent. "You both have my permission. We will need as many resources as possible to fight this rising threat."

Teh Corruption of de vishes... mwah ha ha ha...

1st wish: Granted... however seeing as he needs a job, Xyrith will act as your administrator... with infinite access to peanut butter sandwiches and your computers cookies... O_o (He likes to eat cookies)... The machines also can only run windows ME and due to government cutbacks only utlize a 56k internet connection.

2nd wish: Granted:...you are temporarily deaf...

:Xyrith is quite pleased with his new ebil powers... so he dances on the table like a chicken before belting out into a full Soviet Communist-Style Opera. :D He would withhold corrupting more wishes for now... the time wasn't right... :

OOC: Big powerful guns and other odd weapons... given fan's desire to kill Xyrith I was considering a giant human shield with Reno attached to the front... but then I figured I'd do this instead... its subtle, but I wonder is it too power, even more powerful than a big gun?

[rocklobster]

Lance was momentarily confused by Xyrith's corrupting wishes. He turned to Vincent and asked, "So which should I consider you, friend or foe?"
OOC: I've decided that Lance has the ability to talk to people telepathically without detection. He's never seen any reason to do it...until now.
IC: He sent a telepathic message to Silas. "Silas, Jelly and I have someplace that you can come and talk to me with. I believe with the way things are going, we are going to need to forge an alliance. Can I count on you as an ally?"

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: XD It doesn't seem too powerful to me, Pascal

Silas

While raising an eyebrow at Xyrith's powers and amusing behavior, Silas (Aven) receives Lance's telepathic message.

Silas looks to Lance, nods, and turns to the rest, pulling out a package from his military jacket. He dumps the contents onto the table.

"These are NIM security passes and my mobile phone number, which I have on me at all times. When you first enter the military headquarters' main security point, you will give this pass to the security officers, who will properly dispose of them. Your fingerprint and iris will then be scanned. From then on, your ID will be your fingerprint and iris scan. I will notify you all of further meetings when necessary..."

He gives a quick nod of acknowledgment to the rest as a gesture of goodbye, then looks to Lance for direction.

[Pascal]

Lance was momentarily confused by Xyrith's corrupting wishes. He turned to Vincent and asked, "So which should I consider you, friend or foe?"

Vincent currently can't here you XD, hopefully this is telepathic :P.

: Xyrith answers Lance. :

Xyrith:Eseehc ekil I...

Xyrith:Edis rouy no eb I ton dluow yhw~!~ Nac uoy erus!!!

: Then Xyrith began to ran around and choot like a train periodically chewing on the table and making a general mess of everything by getting saliva all over the place... :

[rocklobster]

"I'm not sure I like having Xyrith for an ally." Lance thought.
He turned to Silas and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't trust Fan. She has a rather sordid past. By the way, I also have a little hq of my own, but I won't reveal it here. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a secret now would it? You are free to come there anytime. I'll tell you someplace private. Do you happen to know of such a place?" He picked up a pass and put it in his billfold.
His stomach growled. He realized it was lunchtime. He walked over to the company fridge and took out his tuna sandwich he'd been saving, then got some sea salt potato chips and a drink from vending machines.

[Pascal]

Xyrith: Of course... your HQ! :P

[USSRGirl]

OOC: Um.... recap? :sweat:

[Pascal]

OOC: Xyrith defeated your chacter and conquered the world in a display of massive pwnage. XD Just kidding. Nothing all that big has change recently Temmy, you have the same good old powers, we haven't even left the room or had any major discussions.

-Pascal

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: Yeh, I'm going to be gone for a couple of days, so just carry on. The meeting's over, so you can go your separate ways.

Is this thing dying, or what? If you guys don't want to play this anymore, I'm not going to be emotionally wrecked or anything :grin:

[USSRGirl]

OOC: XD I'm still interested if everyone else is still playing - just lagging on all my RPGs right now. Though I think it was JM that first observed the strange yet proven anamoly that 1.) RPGs with anthros have a short life expectancy 2.) RPGs outside of NS with Pascal/Peanut have an even shorter life expectancy. XD

[Julio Navarro]

(No argument there. I was writing a post a day or two ago, but I accidentally pressed the 'refresh' button just before the end and well...I got so frustrated I shut the computer down and started reading my new book, 'Physics of the Impossible' by Michio Kaku :grin: Now I'm much too hooked to be on the computer for more than 10 mins at a time)

[~darkelfgirl~]

XD I'm going to let this die if there's no protest (besides you Temmy).

XD I'm still interested if everyone else is still playing - just lagging on all my RPGs right now. Though I think it was JM that first observed the strange yet proven anamoly that 1.) RPGs with anthros have a short life expectancy 2.) RPGs outside of NS with Pascal/Peanut have an even shorter life expectancy. XD

That is so true. That's the Law of CAA RPs. O.o

(No argument there. I was writing a post a day or two ago, but I accidentally pressed the 'refresh' button just before the end and well...I got so frustrated I shut the computer down and started reading my new book, 'Physics of the Impossible' by Michio Kaku :grin: Now I'm much too hooked to be on the computer for more than 10 mins at a time)

'Physics of the Impossible'? That sounds...science-y. O.o XD Anything with 'physics' in it scares me. Perhaps it's my horrible performance in physics.

[USSRGirl]

OOC: I'm cool with it. XD Temmy tis in limbo right now anyway... with Elvis... and Big Foot... and Meaty. >.>;;

[~darkelfgirl~]

OOC: I'm cool with it. XD Temmy tis in limbo right now anyway... with Elvis... and Big Foot... and Meaty. >.>;;

What happened? He didn't get adopted? O.o

[USSRGirl]

No... unfortunately... Cinderella's pumpkin has popped. u.u;; He sat there for like a MONTH in limbo, with his pic taken off the website, waiting to be adopted! Then apparently they changed their mind at the last minute because Meaty kinda sorta... jumped on their kid... a lot... or so I was told. o.O;; WHAT?! It's not like it was his fault! They should've ditched the stupid brat instead of Meaty! >.< I KILL THEEEEMZZZ!!!!

So yeah... he never left the shelter. ;___; But don't worry, Meaty-kins, for I am coming to save youuu!!! *crusading commie pose* Hang on, buddy! We'll enact bloody revenge togeeether!! \o.o/

[~darkelfgirl~]

No... unfortunately... Cinderella's pumpkin has popped. u.u;; He sat there for like a MONTH in limbo, with his pic taken off the website, waiting to be adopted! Then apparently they changed their mind at the last minute because Meaty kinda sorta... jumped on their kid... a lot... or so I was told. o.O;; WHAT?! It's not like it was his fault! They should've ditched the stupid brat instead of Meaty! >.< I KILL THEEEEMZZZ!!!!

So yeah... he never left the shelter. ;___; But don't worry, Meaty-kins, for I am coming to save youuu!!! *crusading commie pose* Hang on, buddy! We'll enact bloody revenge togeeether!! \o.o/


*gasps dramatically*

XD