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Post by Galadas on Jul 12, 2008 8:06:04 GMT -5
Bordeaux, France
Martin follows the long hall through their little base, he stops every few minutes, without any reason. Someone aproaches him fast, loud noises of footsteps go through the hall. "Martin!" A tall man yells. Martin looks around, he stops and turns. The tall man stops in front of him, gasping for breath. Martin waits for the tall man to speak. "Martin, we have problems with the computers." The tall man says. "So?" Martin asks." I have no idea how a computer works." The Tall man gasps for breath again." It seems that Jorg wanted to betray us!" He says. Martin's eyes get bigger, he concentrates while grabbing the Tall man's shoulder and a second later they stand inside the computer room." What happened here?" Martin asks, his voice loud and angry, the whole computer room is teared to part, parts of steel and electric ropes lay on the ground. Jorg, the one from Martin's group who has the ability of Dream Manipulation, sits on a small wooden chair in the middle of the room. Surrounded by two other members of Martin's group, Andy, who can bend air, and William, who can turn invisible. None of them talks.
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Darkness Song
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Post by Darkness Song on Jul 13, 2008 18:30:24 GMT -5
Middletown, NY, United States. 2215 Hours
Veshi grabbed Jessica's arm throwing her down an alley and down into the darkness. There they waited as a man in a long trench coat walked passed. He breathed quickly and sighed. In a hushed tone he wispered to Jessica. "Hes gone. Lets go, we have to hide somewhere." He stood up and walked out of the alley looking back and forth. "Where though? They know where we lived, they know everything. They even know about our fort in the woods!" Jessica spoke frighened. "They will find us..." "Don't speak like that. They will not." Veshi said to calm her down. "Look we just need to get to Stewarts. And from there we can go elsewhere, They won't find us." He walked back and hugged her. "Now look lets just go before they really do find us." They ran to a car parked in the street, Veshi put his hand on the handle and the door made a cracking sound and the doors opened. They got in and sped off.
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Post by Kyana on Aug 14, 2008 10:58:35 GMT -5
Boston, MA, United States 12:00 night
Mila and Irial stood over a man, who was groping the air, blindly. Tripping, he was unable to catch himself as he fell to the ground. Mila made a quick gesture, and the man gasped, eyes focusing. "Please... Please no more!" he cried. Irial smiled, almost looking serene. "Will you tell us who sent you?" she asked, her voice ominous. "I don't know! Don't hurt me." he cried, his eyes wide. "Really? Are you sure you can't jog your memory just a little harder?" Silence. Then suddenly screaming. The man writhed in agony at Irial's feet, clawing at himself. Tears rolled down his face. "Irial. You always go to far. Let him breathe. He'll kill himself. We want him alive." Irial smiled sweetly again, as the man stopped, breathing raggidly. "Ready to talk? We're here all night." "Yes." "So?" "The Company was stationed a little south of Canada. Somewhere in Maine. They told me if I could locate you then they'd come and finish you off..." Mila blanched. "He's a Tracker! Kill him!" she hissed. "Great. Just great!" Irial snarled. She snatched him up. He fought little as she pinned him to the wall. "Did they ever put anything into your body? An operation? A pill? Food?" "No...well, they gave me some food, yes... If was really good." "Damn!" Irial spat, slamming the man's head into the wall. He fell limp at her feet. "He has a GPS or locator of some kind. He probably activated it. Filthy rat. We need to dump the body far away from here..." "I don't think he knew what he had inside him," Mila said, kneeling down over the man's face. "It'll be too late. If he's already activated the locator, we need to get away. Now."
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Post by Galadas on Aug 16, 2008 5:49:49 GMT -5
Nevada dessert 12.00 pm
Diego sat downin the sand, he sighed. He never been so far from home, and certainly never in a dessert. He opend his backpack, if anything would go wrong he still had a gun to defend himself. He looked at the ground, he missed flying, he felt so powerless now. Not able to manipulate time, fly or shoot lightning from his fingers. Diego lay down, he was tired of running away, the company had to know that he was powerless, that he was no threat to the world. But why were they still fallowing him? He closed his eyes, dreaming of flying again.
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Post by Kyana on Aug 18, 2008 12:28:59 GMT -5
Somewhere in France 3:00 pm
"I hate planes..." Irial grumbled as they entered the taxi. This was about the fifth time she'd said that. Mila rolled her eyes. "I know that, Ria." "Humph," was all Irial replied as Mila gave the driver directions.
It took about a half an hour to get to the hotel. The sisters were now sitting on their beds. "What now? We know that the Company knows who we are," Mila said, entwining and unentwining her slender pale fingers. "And that boy proved that. There must be others like us out there. Right?" "Sure. That boy had abilities too. But does that Company control all of them? I won't be taken," Irial snapped. Mila smiled, fretting. "Don't worry. We'll figure this out." "I can't wait until I face those people. After I'm done with them, they'll wish they'd never been born."
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Post by Galadas on Aug 20, 2008 7:34:11 GMT -5
Bordeaux, France 3.30 pm
Martin looked over the dead body of Jorg, he sat down. The tall man and the rest stepped back, William turned invisible and Martin heard the door close behind them. Martin sighed." I had to do this!" He said, while holding his hand above Jorg's head. He didn't wanted that the ability of Jorg would get lost by his death, he had to transport it into himself. "They are probaly aware of our hide out! We need to get out of here." Andy said. Martin nodded." Get the rest, we'll leave Bordeaux tonight." He walked out, while trying to use his new ability.
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Post by Kyana on Aug 20, 2008 11:53:37 GMT -5
Mila looked at her face in the mirror: slender and high cheek bones under icy blue eyes. She smiled at her reflection. Irial came up behind her. They looked almost exactly alike excet Irial, was about and inch or so taller and Irial had a dark violet black eyes. Both sisters had very exotic eyes. "Stop fussing. The party starts in ten minutes. You look fine," Irial said, her voice light and airy. Irial pulled up her knee high black boots. She wore a short black dress with subtle green flowers in it. Mila made a noise, muffled by the shirt she was putting on. Irial helped Mila pin up the last dark curl before heading towards the door. She grabbed her purse. It was heavy: filled with all their necessary things. All of the other clothes and personal objects were well hidden about two miles away.
The music could be heard from the end of the street. Mila and Irial walked inside with dazzaling smiles. Mila closed her eyes, feeling the vibrations of the music go through her body. Ah, the senses were so... alive. One of the best parts about her power was that since she had the ability to take away people's senses, she could change her own as well; enhance them. Irial couldn't be touched by her powers, or at least the negitabe parts. Both sisters had enhanced senses. Excellent for escape and tracking. Irial could inflict pain with the slightest of ease, but she could take away physical pain as well. That was another plus. Mila squeezed Irial's hand. There was always a chance that they wouldn't live to see another day.
Irial breathed, tasting the air. Lights and colors danced off her skin. She shifted her weight, feeling the hidden blade press against her skin. Just in case.
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Post by Galadas on Aug 28, 2008 0:39:38 GMT -5
Bordeaux, France 11.00 pm
Martin didn't wait around for the rest to pack, they would just go without him and send him a message, through Hin, who had to power to send words through mind. Martin walked over the streets of Bordeaux, it was quiet, only in clubs was noise and sound. He concentrated, he wanted to see the city from above so he simply transported himself there. Bordeaux was quiet, exspecialy on a normal school day. Martin just stood on the roof of a building, waiting for nothing, or something. He decided to try his new ability, he concentrated but a flash went through his mind. It hurted badly. "Get him now he's weaken!" A voice behinde him yelled. Martin looked around, the company had come after all. He saw two people running towards him, one was looking quiet normal and the other blew an electric shock at him. Martin dodged the shot and concentrated, he had to get out of here. But again that flash pulled away his concentration. The normal guy pulled his gun, ready to shoot while the other was allready firering electric.
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Post by Kyana on Aug 28, 2008 22:45:44 GMT -5
Bordeaux, France midnight
Mila and Irial pushed through the throng of people. Mila scanned the crowd, looking for the man. She saw him, arms wrapped aroung a young, and quite attractive girl. The sisters walked up. The man looked up, face paling. "Oh, hello, ladies," he said, his voice cracking. The young girl glared at them. "Who are these people?" she asked, a sneer in her voice. He smiled down at her. "Nothing. Hey, go get me a drink. I need to talk with these...lovely women." The girl scowled, but left. Irial smiled, flashing white teeth. "Having fun, I see..." she mused. He smiled. "Jasper, where are the others?" she asked, her smile dying. "How am I supposed to know?" he asked. Irial went to grab him, but Mila was already there. "Jasper, you're supposed to know because you are the ring leader to the little fascaide, and don't deny it. Give us the numbers and names and other information. We can do the rest." Jasper nodded, eye large. A few other people were taking fertive glances as them, but they were ignored. "Now..." Irial said. Jasper gasped as a jolt of pain sank into him. "Here!" he rasped, handing over a folder out of his bag. Irial smiled, and kissed his cheek playfully. "Thanks! I know you would make the right decision." Jasper watched the sisters leave. Their very presence screamed 'danger'. He gave an involentary shiver before standing on shaky legs to find his date again.
"I'd say it was quite sucessful. He was very compliant," Mila said, examining the list, as Irial drove the hotwired car they'd taken from the parkinglot. "Of course..." Irial said with a laugh. "First name? We have all night, might as well find a few others."
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Post by Kyana on Aug 28, 2008 22:50:27 GMT -5
(hey, Galadas, joining you, fyi)
Martin was frantic for an escape. He doged another, slipping on the wet ground. Then suddenly his pursurs were screaming, writhing on the floor. He knew this was his chance to escape, but he was mesmerized. What just happened? He thought he was a goner. Then he saw the silouttes of two girls. Irial twiched a finger, and the screaming stopped. The noise might attract some unwanted attention, though things looked pretty deserted. Mila took over, stripping them of their sight and hearing. She was still working on taking away the sensation of touch. Irial could see the boy. She walked over, her sharp eyes taking in the scene. "Looks like we arrived just in time..." She gave a razor smile, and laughed. "Martin, right?"
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Post by Galadas on Aug 29, 2008 18:01:25 GMT -5
(ok) Martin looked at the two girl, how did they know his name?" Who are you people?" He asked, it was more a question to gain knowledge of their powers. He stepped back a little while allready focusing on a place for when the two girls were hostile. ( I tried to use difficult words (A) I can do it in Dutch.. but if I want to do it in english I have to get a dictionary work out pretty wel for the three words I thought were a bit dif XD ) Nevada, USA Midnight europian time, 6 hours earlier american time ( I guess that's right by my calculations (A)) Diego sat down at the Nevada airport, he waited for his flight. He was leaving America and would go to Italia, he hoped that the Company would never follow him there. "Flight 7 will leave in 6 minutes." A terrible voice yelled through the speakers. Diego stood up and left for the airplane. At his way to the plane he passed a girl, not much younger then him, who gave him this strange feeling, like they were connected somehow.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 2, 2008 21:00:45 GMT -5
"People, just like yourself," Irial said, answering his question. "But of course you already know that... I'm Irial and this is my twin sister, Mila. Our contacts said that there was a small group that might be living around these parts, is that correct?" He nodded. "And you happen to be the leader... so we'd thought we'd have a little chat," Mila finished. Martin felt a chill run through him. Even though he hadn't seen much of their abilities, he had a sense of cold brutality. "The company is after us, but we've been able to deal with them, but I fear that they're working on something bigger, I just don't know what. If we can gather more people about us who have abilities, it'd attract more attention, yes, but we'd be all the more stronger..." Mila took grabbed the two men's heads and hit them together, knocking them unconscious. "That should do." Looking back to Martin, she smiled. "So, what's your story?"
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Post by Galadas on Sept 3, 2008 2:07:44 GMT -5
Martin didn't move, everyone could say they wanted to gather a large group of extraordinary people. But no one really knew where to look." Almost the same." He said to answer the question." How were you planning to find others like us?" He asked, he hadn't yet decided if he would help them as it was clear that they wanted his help to get that stronger group.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 3, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -5
Mila gave a soft chuckle. "Planning? We run by ear, to say. Those who don't bend..." "Break," Irial finished. "We have our friends... our contacts. People with the right connections and companions. We already have a few connected with our..."gang". You might think you're being inconspicious, but we have eyes and ears, anyone who knows what to look for can see what quite a large group as yours is and what's going on." "You just have to sit back and wait for the right moment..." "But, Martin, you're being vague. Lucidity in speach is nothing short of a necessity..." Irial said, her voice holding a subdued edge.
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Post by Galadas on Sept 5, 2008 1:11:07 GMT -5
Martin was quiet for a while, impressed by the big words."Uh.... Ok." He finally said.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 7, 2008 15:44:36 GMT -5
Irial looked at her sister. "We have others, as you know with us. If you choose to help us we can be trustworthy allies, but we can be dangerous enemies if it ever came about. Irial and I have the Company on our tails. We need an answer, no waiting..."
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Post by Galadas on Sept 8, 2008 2:14:58 GMT -5
Martin nodded, then a flash of pain went through his head, his group had found a new hiding place. He had to be fast else the tracks would disappear, he had to say goodbye now and transport." I have to go!" He said fast allready concentrating he started to track the cause of the flash.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 8, 2008 17:53:35 GMT -5
"I don't think so..." Irial snapped, irritated by this boy's incomptenance. Mila snapped her fingers. Martin stumbled and fell, as his sight disappered. "HEY!" he cried, as he came to his knees. He shakily stood up, groping. He couldn't see, but he could hear... "Answers first, then I'll release you," Mila said. "Either answer now, or we'll just have to...tag a long." "No. We have other priorities than fooling around with this boy," Irial hissed. "An answer would serve us well...." Martin lost his hearing. Deaf and blind now, he couldn't hear what she'd said..."or perhaps his death. You know Krisen can take infomation from a corpse." "But I'd rather not do this boy harm. Too many lives have fallen, Irial. We've found a common enemy, and now it's time to stand with others." Irial sighed and nodded. Martin suddenly felt a wave of sound hit his ears, but his sight remained dark. "Answer, please," Irial said.
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Post by Galadas on Sept 9, 2008 15:36:32 GMT -5
Martin was a bit confused, did they ask something? was he so impressed by the words that that slipped his mind? He didn't answer, hoping they would reask the question, asking for it himself would be strange. He quietly tried to concentrate, to find the tracks of the pain before, but it was gone. He had no idea where his friends were.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 9, 2008 21:01:31 GMT -5
Mila sighed in irritation. "Martin, what do you say? To ally yourself with us against the Company..."
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