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While flying to Irkutsk Vlad decided to check his e-mails. In one of the mailboxes awaited an intriguing letter:
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To: Vladimir Michailovich Alujev
From: Jack Redfox, Chairman of the "Dead Men Walking" club
Dear Mr. Alujev, we here at the "Dead Men Walking" club have sent several letters that may or may not have been lost in the mail. But seeing as we have yet to get any answers from you, we assume that they never found themselves to your house.
We here at our club know that you are a person who is "dead" in all oficial documents of the goverments around the globe. Therefore we want to inform you that you are on all accounts qualified to join the ranks of our "Dead Men Walking" club for people believed to be dead.
You do not have to accept this offer, we just humbly ask to answer our invitation, either by accepting or declining. Any answer is fine.
Our main hobbies here at the club:
- Helping people in need
- Hunting for snakes that eat their own tail
- Finding lost people
- Finding powerfull superdevices like "The Catalyst"
- Donating money to charity funds and welfare organizations
- Finding and retrieving kidnapped girls(esspecially ones kidnapped during mall massacres)
- Conducting scientific research that humanity will benefit from
- Taking down organised crime syndicates
- Keeping tabs on all supers
- Taking over worlds
- And a lot of other fun stuff
We do hope that you will respond to our invitation.
Also we wish to inform you that your former friend and associate, Jack Kane, has recently risen from the dead.
Have a pleasant day or night.
- Jack Redfox
- Hm, whoever found out about me being declared KIA, sure has long arms.- Said Vlad. - Who is this Redfox fellow anyway? Do you know about him Franklin?- He asked Inferno.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Warlord
Famous Hero
Lord of Image Spam
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posted January 30, 2011 07:56 PM |
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Econ went into the beaten-down shop, where he strode up to the counter. "I'd like to see your boss. Tell him Econ is here. He'll know." The man hurriedly left, and then came back with a young man. He had red, spiky hair, the clothes of a workman, aviator goggles and a muscular frame. He grinned when he saw Econ, and embraced him.
"Econ, buddy, long time no see! What can I do for you?"
Econ took out his check, and said, "There is $80,000 on here. I'll give you it for what I need." The man nodded and sat down, promting Econ to take a seat as well.
"First of all, I need some Kevlar armor. Then, I'll need an assault weapon, any kind. And then, I'll need a jeep. With reinforced tires, windows, the usual."
The red-haired man grinned and said, "I would love to, but that gonna cost more than-"
"But you owe me 200,000!" Econ interrupted. "I'll take off your debt if you letme have the stuff."
"Deal. Be here by tommorow and I'll have the goodies ready."
Econ saluted and left.
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 30, 2011 08:46 PM |
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Dr. Desiree Violet sat on a parkbench.
It was good to be outside for a change. It had been nearly a year since Rex Mallard spirited her away. And the times she had been outside since she could count on both her hands. In whatever fortress Rex kept her, he did not like her going out. Other than little physical freedom, Dr. Violet could not say she had it that bad. Whatever she needed, Rex provided for. In the fortress Rex had built for himself, she had a spacious appartment and just about anything she requested, she would have delivered in a few days. Be it a comfy sofa or some luxurious cheese.
Rex Mallard, Desiree still did not know what she should think of him. He had gotten more pleasant over time. Whenever he was not acting as a hivemind for his robots, he was very jovial and friendly. She suspected that Rex kept her to keep in contact with humans. However, Desiree also knew that when he was acting as a hivemind, he was ruthless underworld boss lording over an army of robots. Rex spent most of his time as hivemind and Desiree never actually saw the man sleep. Man was doubtfull as is, more than half of Rex was bionics and machinery.
That was the greatest reason Rex kept her in the fortress. However great Rex' technopathic grip was on machinery, he had little controll over the workings of his body and he needed nearly constant medical attention. He had, amateuristically, amputated his own limbs and replaced them with robotic limbs. He even had tried to replace most of his spine and that was were the complications began. With every ailment she fixed, Rex would have another pop up in a few days. Rex' body was a bionic disaster area. Arrogantly he had the idea that he needed only his brain and that all other bodily functions could be replaced by machinery over time. He had been very very wrong.
And so help her, Desiree could not but take care for this wreck of a man. Had he not kept her as a prisoner, she would likely stay with him. To try to cure him one way or another. However Rex insisted that she would be a serious risk to his 'business'. So she had complied to whatever security measure Rex' set up. And to be honest, in return she got what she asked from him, except for time outside.
Desiree heard a shrill scream, some woman was in some kind of distress. She knew that this was nothing new for New Constantinople, the city was rife with crime and people with superpowers of some discription. She knew she was not in any danger, Rex' paranoia would provide for that. He needed her to much.
Somewhat later she heard something more disturbing. The sound of full-automatic gunfire close by. Rex always kept his personal army equiped with his own brand of weapons. And Rex was someone who dismissed the notion of overkill. She did not know much of weaponry, but she knew that Rex was one of the few people in the city who was capable of this maniacal rate of fire.
Next to her an android appeared, dismissing his cloaking field. She had nicknamed the droid 'Bruiser' and it functioned as her personal asistant and jailor. The cloaking field was something Rex was developing, though the progress was slow and he could only equip a handfull with the cloak. Desiree did not understand much of it, but it involved projecting something through a liquid that acted as a prism of sorts. The details were obscure and Rex got very angry when she asked about it. All he said was that he got this from a prisoner he kept. Desiree suspected this was a blatant lie, as the tank the liquid was tapped from appeared completely empty.
"Is something wrong Bruiser?" Desiree asked.
"Our back-up has met some resistance. We're leaving soon, it's getting dangerous." The android replied. Rex almost never took direct controll of Bruiser and he had equiped it with a special voice function. The droid always sounded like Lan Handermannek, a famous actor with an equally famous rogueish charme. Desiree was quite the fan of Handermannek and so was about two-thirds of the world's female populace.
Desiree sighed. "What a shame, I was enjoying the fresh air."
"I'll have his Lordship look into the airsuply." Bruiser replied.
A few moments later an armoured van came to a skidding halt on the gravel pathway. The backdoors opened and two trenchcoat-clad droids sprung out weilding still smoking machineguns.
"After you Dr. Violet, as always." Bruiser courtiously and carefully led her into the van by the hand.
"Thank you, Bruiser." Dr. Violet replied
When she and Bruiser got into the van, the two gunwielding droid got in and closed the door. The inside of the van was comfortable, though it was completly blinded. Noone could look inside or out and Dr. Violet always lost her sense of time and place in one of these vans.
The van was driving for some time when she noticed one of the droids had a piece of paper in it's pocket.
"May I see that?" Desiree asked the droid, gesturing to the paper.
"Certainly." The droid replied in Rex' voice and handed her the paper.
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To: The Machine Mob and their deity Machine God Rex Mallard.
From: Old adversary and friend, Xion!
Dear "old and immortal friend", how do you do? I do hope you remember me, the annoying pest with the grey-goo that does marvels and miracles. If you don't, then I'll be deeply, deeply hurt. But in any case, I feel it to be my duty and ...well.. Duty to inform you that our fellow supervillain and not-so-good-friend "Ouroboros" has gone on a rampage in search of the cataclyst. AND as you SHOULD KNOW, the cataclyst is a very, very, VERY powerful item that would make Ouroboros capable of taking over or(should he wish it) DESTROY the world. Yourself and me included. And no, your cybernetics and my nanobots will not be enough to save us. I do not care about what you do with this letter. I just felt it was necessary to inform you, that is all.
When she was done reading the letter, Desiree handed it back to the droid.
"The Machine-God knows and prepares." the android said in it's default mechanical voice.
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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Berny-Mac
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Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted January 30, 2011 09:04 PM |
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"Ah...Edmund Moore...a pleasure to meet you." replied Ouroboros. "No doubt you are wondering where I took poor Lisa. Well then, fulfill the duty you failed and seek me out...if you can."
With Ouroboros gave a chilling diabolical laugh and tossed Mona up high into the air far away to the apartments complex. "Catch her if you can."
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 30, 2011 09:42 PM |
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Edmund jumped into the air, frantically beating his wings. Whoever this Ouroboros was, he was powerfull. Whatever happened after, Edmund could not let Mona fall to her death. She was the only hope of learning anything of his past, even though she may not like it.
Rage had already left his system, despair had replaced it in a heartbeat. His mind screamed only one thing: Save Mona!
Edmund reached an airspeed he did not know he was possible of. His muscles ached and his flight was erratic, but he was catching up. Mona was hurtling through the air on a collision-course with a nearby building.
Scarcely a metre before she hit the wall, Edmund caught Mona. Haphazzardly he threw his weight down and continued flapping, resulting in a semi-loop and an almost collisoin with the building nontheless. Edmund beat his wings harder, not used to the extra weight. Mona was a shapely and slender girl, but she still put some extra weight that Edmund's wings had to bare.
Edmund set Mona down on the roof of the building they almost collided with. He stood next to her, panting to regain his breath.
"Are you trying to kill me, you jerk!" Mona yelled at Edmund.
"I'll let you fall to you death, next time. I promise." Edmund replied panting.
"Grr, fine. Thanks for that, but you're still a jerk."
Edmund did not reply for some time, he was catching his breath. These bursts of flight were not what he was built for. Gliding was far more efficient, but it was good to know he was capable of this.
"Why do you wear a stupid suit like that?" Mona asked angrily.
"It's not a suit." Edmund replied in a deadpan manner.
Mona read the seriousness of the reply through Edmund's demonic features.
"You mean....OH MY GOD! What... Why?...How?" Mona was at a complete loss for words. Edmund remembered that this was something rare, as she usually had a few snide remarks held behind just for him.
"Don't missuse God's Name, Mona. This is no suit, no trick. This is my actual body now. It took me months to accept it, but this is who I am now."
"What happened to you?" Mona's voice was more fear than anything else.
"I don't know." Edmund replied.
"Whadda ya mean, you don't know? How can you not know? Look at you!"
"Mona, I have amnesia."
"Cheap excuse."
"Up untill your slap, I did not know my last name was Moore. I only remembered your name when that maniac flung you through the air. It took me half a year to remember my name was, is Edmund. I barely remember who I am." Mona slapped Edmund in your face again.
"Jogg your memory?" Mona said snidely while waving the pain out of her hand.
"Not realy. And stop slapping me, your hurting yourself more than me. And why did you ask me about July 11th?"
"Because it's your birthday, you jerk. You always did remember that it was St Benething's day first."
"St. Benedict." Edmund corrected me.
"But come to think of it, it was kinda strange that you did not follow it with your stupid: "Oh, and my birthday"."
"Why do you hate me, Mona?" Edmund asked.
"Because you stole my best friend from me. Twice!" she replied with contempt.
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted January 30, 2011 10:27 PM |
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Ouroboros floated up the tower until he was level with Edmund and Mona. "Ah, I see this person is of more interest than I thought before. Now dear, what is your name?"
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 12:12 AM |
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Kane laid Melony down on the couch without waking her, covering her in a blanket. He then rose and got himself another glass of water. I could tell her I am santaclaus and she would probably believe me. he thought, shaking his head. The girl is much too trustable for her own good
He went outside and checked his mailbox, which was filled with heaps of letters and bills. "Fantastic." he muttered, as he managed to get most of them up to his apartment. He checked them one by one and threw most away, except one which caught his attention. He opened it and read through, his eyes narrowing slightly at reading that he were an old friend of Vladimir. He didn't think through much, and decided he would accept what was written in the letter. He would, infact, go at once. He wasn't too far away, and could possibly be back before Melony was even awake. Nodding to himself he rose and threw the letter on the table and got his coat, heading out. He waved his hand for a taxi, testing what Melony thought him, and gave the cab-driver the address to the "Dead men walking" club.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 31, 2011 01:07 AM |
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Melony had been asleep for a short period of time when Miasma hissed, Wake up, girl.
She sat up, noticing the blanket over her. "When did..."
Almost twenty minutes ago. Honestly, girl, if I wasn't here a plane crashing into your skull wouldn't wake you. Miasma muttered.
"Yeash, someone have an extra dose of venom in their coffee this morning?" Melony asked the "little" companion spirit-thing. "Though, honestly, that coffee is starting to sound rather good right now."
Hmph, you don't drink coffee for a good reason, remember. I'm also surprised that the stumbling buffoon didn't wake you up when he left a few minutes ago.
"Be civil, Jack doesn't have to help us you know." She chastened it.
... What if I don't want to be? Civil, that is.
"Miasma," Melony sighed as she stood up to get some breakfast, "grow up."
... What if I don't want to?
Holding back a few choice curses, Melony found a few letters on the table. Surprisingly, one was addressed to her. This is what it said:
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To: Melony Fletcher
From: Most elusive Mr. X.
Dear Mrs. Fletcher, please do NOT burn this letter or discard it before you finnish reading! Although you have no reason to trust the word of some unknown writer who wishes to stay anonymous, I feel it as my civil duty to warn you of the dangers of the future! The incident at Langsley Mall is something you should make your TOP priority! Nevermind all the small criminals in town, Ouroboros is the real danger! Ouroboros is the name of the villain you fought in Langsley Mall(or so my sources would have me believe) and he is most dangerous! He has the power to steal the powers of other supers(Supers like you!) and his goal is to destory or conquer the world! To do this, he needs to gain hold of an dangerous device known as "The catalyst", which the girl he kidnapped is most likely connected to! Because I am sending this letter by the post office, I cannot say more. Only this: SPEAK TO FORMER HERO INFERNO, HE KNOWS ALL! His last known location was [inset location].
Please listen heed my warning and join the fight before it is to late!
... Hmmmm...
"... So, Miasma, what do you think about that?"
I think someone is making this too easy for us. We should be cautious. It cautioned, serious and without sarcasm.
"Exactly what I thought." Melony tucked the letter into one of the large pockets in the sweatshirt Kane had given to her. The opened letter laying face down on the table within her arm reach caught her eye. It was addressed to Kane.
"I shouldn't..." She began to protest to no one.
Read it. Miasma commanded.
She didn't read Kane's letter immediately, first she found the cupboard where he had put the Adrenaline. Taking another pill, she turned back to the letter. "Fine."
She read it, and knew what the name of the "Mysterious" Mr. X was now... If he hadn't lied to Jack, that is.
Melony sat down for a few minutes, torn between just staying here and waiting for Kane to come back or following him.
I think it is obvious what she chose. The hot wired car ("I'll return it soon enough." She told her guilty conscience) was quickly parked in front of the "Dead men walking" club's building.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 01:15 AM |
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Kane swore as he denied paying for the ride, the taxi-driver had taken him all over town before finally arriving by the club just three blocks from his apartment. "I oughta rip your head clean off your body." he growled at one point. When he finally arrived at the club he were surprised to find Melony arriving in a car.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, suspicion lined his voice. "Is this part of some conspiracy?"
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 31, 2011 01:26 AM |
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"Jack?!" She asked, her eyes going wide with surprise and shock. "I thought that you would already be in here!"
Careful, girl. We don't know anything about this "club" or what Jack Kane's affiliation with it is.
"Please, Miasma. If there was any harm meant to us by this Mr. X and his little 'club', don't you think it would have happened by now?" She retorted. "And by that letter, it seems that Jack is also new to this."
...Just be a little bit more careful then you have been for the last twelve hours please. Miasma gave in. And stop being so d@mn trusting, you would have believed it if Kane told you he was Santa Clause.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 01:28 AM |
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"Damn taxidriver took me all over town before letting me off here." Kane answered. "Made me wanna take his head clean off! Good thing I'm reformed. So you read my letter did you, what did yours say? I didn't take a look at it."
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 31, 2011 01:36 AM |
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"Heh... Sorry. I guess I'm not that good of a guest if I go through your mail like this..." Melony handed him her letter. "Here you go, Jack. It's sort of like the man is trying to give me no choice but to help him."
"Also, it tells us where Inferno is living... sort of helpful."
... You're hopeless Miasma muttered. No secrets at all while he still hides things from you...
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 01:41 AM |
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Kane skimmed through the letter. "Inferno..." he growled, and smiled slightly. "I wonder how the kid is nowadays. He will find us, I doubt we will find him. He is very very dangerous, and will make me seem like a joke in comparison. That is if he's still as powerful. For now I think we will enter this place, and see what they might tell us."
((Waiting for B-E-T-A now))
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted January 31, 2011 02:00 AM |
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Redfox...Xion...
The name registered in Inferno's head reawakening a previously dormant hatred. His eyes went up in flames...literally.
The smoke and fire in his lungs altered his voice into a gravely and earthy voice that said, "Redfox...Xion...he shall die..."
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 31, 2011 02:12 AM |
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"I guess that since wasn't invited... I'll just stay out here." Melony sat back on her stolen car. "I'll be waiting here for you after you are done, so that you don't tear some poor taxi driver's head off." She said this last part with a wink.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 12:02 PM |
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Kane gave the girl a smile and went inside, not knowing what he was to expect inside.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 31, 2011 12:06 PM |
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- Calm down and answer my question. Or I'll use this- Vlad said and aimed at Inferno with a fire extinguisher. - Michelle, how much further?
- at least half an hour.- Replied the pilot.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted January 31, 2011 01:14 PM |
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((I really should do something about The Commissioner, but I am at a lose time-wise so snow me.))
After entering the door, Jack Kane was meet by a long corridor with a red carpet streching from the door up to another door at the end of the corridor. At the sides of the room where paintings hanging from the walls with names under stating birth-date and death-date, followed by a "rebirth date"
((If Kane looks to his left he will see a picture of himself with his birth-date, death-date and a "rebirth date" set to yesterday. If he looks right he will see Vladamir with Vlad's "official" birth-date, death-date and a unknown rebirth date))
It was obviously all the people of the world who qualified to membership in "Dead Men Walking" club. in all four corners of the corridor you see cameras hanging from the walls, all four of them currently locked on Kane.
Not so long after entering the door at the end of the corridor opened and a man with black-hair dressed in a nice suit came out and shouted with his arms held wide open "Jack Kane! I am so glad you have come here." The man started half-walking, half-running towards Kane. When he came up to Kane he held out his hand "Jack Redfox, the richest still-living-dead-guy alive today, a pleasure to meet you!" After shaking hands Jack made a gesture towards the door he just came out of "Come right this way! By the way, was it not awfully rude to leave your girlfriend out in the street like that? Feel free to invite her inn." Jack frowned towards the door "Only those qualified for membership can enter the club, except if those not qualified are in company of those qualified. We're funny that way."
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As I exited the bar, I took a look at the poor Hell's Angels biker who was still laying on the boardwalk, from his body moment I could see that he was still concious, but apparently the beating I had given him had made him afraid to open his eyes.
"Don't worry, I will not beat you up or hand you to the police for just living. I do however, beat up people who attack me." I said in the coldest most unemotional tone I could come up with. At the same time as I spoke to the man I fished up the lists of informants. The one I had just met was the last one on Emina's list, and the last one of the informants on both lists. I looked back into the bar as I fiddle in my pockets, trying to find a pen.
"Unreliable informant, to much emphasis on wild rumors and child tales." I mumbled as I scratched away the name. I looked up, and noticed that it had gotten dark. Very dark. I looked at the clock. "18:05" my digital watch blinked "Right. Maybe I should get some sleep. Can find Inferno tomorrow." I waved my hand out to signal a passing taxi.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted January 31, 2011 02:13 PM |
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Kane followed into the room. "I figure she might not want to hear some of the things being told in here. I will tell her what she needs to know, the rest will be between us. I am very curious as to what it is you wish from me, what you can tell me. Has it something to do with the recent events regarding Ouroboros?"
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted January 31, 2011 03:12 PM |
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The room you enter is filled with all kind of luxury items and high tech equipment. It was the newest of the newest, most comfortable chairs and couches available at this time, 3D TVs, pool tables, table-tennis, chess boards and other such things were out. The room had its own bar. And a couple of computers were here as well, but some people were already using them. There were signs that pointed towards other rooms signed with "Kitchen", "Swimming pool", "Library", "Toilets", "Info center" and other stuff.
The wall on your left side is note-wordy, as it is not a wall, but a large window which provide light, as well as a view down to a "courtyard" the size of a park, with different fields where one could plays things like tennis, volleyball, football or other things one might wish to do.
Around the room there were a lot of people using the different equipment, men and women of all ages, colours and sizes. Apperantly there were many people the government had officially declared "dead".
"What I want?" Jack laughed "Good sir, I want nothing from you. All I want is to make sure that you are fitting well back into society and make sure that you know that if you ever need anything you can always come by the club." Jack waved his hand around the room "As you can see there are many people who are thought to be dead. Some chose to "die" out of choice, others are just to unfortunate and simply were at the wrong place to the wrong time, and have, unfortunatly enough lost everything. I help those people by replacing whatever they have lost and by giving them a home to stay in. This home. Many of the people you see here actually lives in this house. It is from here they go to work, and it is here they do whatever they feel like doing. And it is from here I help them with whatever they need help with, being acknowledged by the government again being one of the things."Jack looked down on his feet, his face becoming slightly darker. "But the government is a stubborn thing. More often than I like, they chose to not believe my claims about these people actually being people they have thought to be dead, myself included. They simply cannot believe that I am in fact, Jack Redfox, multi-billioner and previous owner of the Nanotech company, and if they had been able they would have arrested me a long time ago." He stood silent for a moment before beaming up and looking at Kane "Anyway, you wanted Information? About Ouroboros? Well then follow me to the information center, it is right this way."
Jack gestured towards a corridor with a sign "Info Center" hanging over it and said "The room we are going too is a form for computer room. However it is not like other computers you have encountered before. This one houses a rather sophisticated little program which is made specifically to gather information and answer any question asked by the people that is in the room. A form for "Virtual Intelligence" you could call it.
The room the two of you entered where a small round room with white walls, there was absolutely nothing in the room except for a dashboard that was in the middle of the room.
"A bit cliché isn't it?" Jack smiled and went over to the dashboard, he pressed a few buttons on it and a face appeared as a form for hologram right in front of Jack.
"Inquiry?" The face said, its face appearing male, while the voice female "Argh." Jack said "I hate this when this happens! The designer thought it a funny joke to let the computer chose its voice and face anew everytime you turn this thing on. Unfortunatly for us, it means we can get stuff like this, where the face appears to be male while voice is female. Bloody comedian!" Jack muttered "Anyway, you heard the thing. Ask away."
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