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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 7:58:36 GMT -10
~Yenta~
As the weird white thing continued to question him, Yenta grew more and more suspicious of two things. First, that the hologram couldn't be trusted. Only villains kept asking useless questions like that. Heroes were more likely to trust one another, and therefore didn't need to make a production out of every little introduction. Also, it kept staring at him obtrusively, which he didn’t take kindly to, after he had suffered years of that same kind of BS from his sis. Lastly, and this was the most dire of all, Yenta was beginning to realize that This. Game. Sucked.
And once the ginger youth was bored, he was bored. And Yenta didn't like being bored. So he began to walk away with the same nonchalance, iPod held casually before him. Now he was in full troll mode, and, no matter what, he was sure to be disagreeable, because that was the only way he could squeeze any sort of entertainment from the situation.
[Now...just to find that ladder again and get out of here. I should have known a bunch of sewer gnomes weren't going to be very interesting.]
He had barely taken a step, though, before something happened to change his mind. The mysterious white apparition began to...change. Dismantling itself into the form of a young boy...no...man...like himself.
[Ah hah!]
Now that the child had had the guts to finally show himself, Yenta's interest in the game was piqued once more. Even though he was strictly a solo player, kids were like kids, and they could all be trusted to have similar goals in mind.
"Well, since you bothered to stop sneaking around, I'll take that as a sign that you're willing to play for the heroes. And any fellow hero is a friend of mine."
Then again...he noticed the somewhat dark appearance of the youth. What was it called...heterochromia? That was usually a game design used for villains.
[But in .Hack//, Albireo had it...and he was a pretty bad a** guy.]
Yenta had really mixed feels on the .Hack// franchise. On the one hand, the games were pretty cool. On the other...it was an anime. Gross.
But now wasn't the time to be calling up countless hours of net debates over a video game.
Yenta smirked, lowering the bright light of his iPod so that it wasn't so directly penetrating the young man's face.
"Since you so kindly showed yourself, I guess I can tell you this. If you /must/ know, the name's Yenta. Just Yenta, nothing else. As for being an intruder...man...or mutant...I'd like to consider myself none and all of the above. I like to call myself by things when they suit me. But you should know that I am also a great hero with skills beyond what any of your type down here could possibly comprehend. Instead of calling me a hero, you might do well to hail the coming of the savior from above, who has so graciously offered to show you what it really means to survive in this world. And as for your last question, it's really hard for me to say. Would you deny that you had been involved with the Aristocrats at least at some point in your life?"
Yenta punctuated his statement by bolding pointing a finger towards the youth's face.
"Otherwise, how would you know that little trick you were showing me?"
Yenta re-bent his arm, using it to hook his glasses on a more comfortable spot on his nose.
"Now, I've said an awful lot here today. I think it's time for you to give me what I want so I can hurry up and return from whence I come from...the world of the light."
Yenta smiled one of his peevish grins, wondering if this game really would become worth playing, or if he would simply have to shut the system off.
((Lol I got really distracted while writing this...I want to play .Hack// again~~~))
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 11:03:07 GMT -10
Luke muttered, “No biggie, she says.” He shook his head, but let the matter go. What was it to him if she wanted to act tough? It was endearing in a way, he supposed. It reminded him of Jay. She would never whine in public about anything, no matter how much pain she might be in. Of course, she would tell everyone about it at home. Once she had pneumonia and she was rough and tough about it at school, but she got home, sat on the couch, and complained. She had had every right to complain, but the contrast between school and home was rather funny. But that was just like Sydney, he decided. Pretending to be okay so that nobody saw the real girl. Luke would just have to keep an eye on it. People who never complained were rather worrisome. It was impossible to know the difference between actually fine and pretend fine. That required extra focus on the part of friends and family to know when it was time to step in. Luke glanced up when the little boy returned. He looked incredibly worried. As if he was the one who started the battle. Well, maybe it was just a fight, but it certainly felt like a battle. It was a big deal and there had been a lot of hitting and screaming. Although, it had not ended quite like a battle. The opposition had calmed down and fled. Not standard battle behavior. Luke settled on labeling the incident as half-battle, half-fight. That seemed fair. Though that still left the matter of Cam. His little brows were knitted together in an uncharacteristically sad face. This kid was too young for that face. At least the boy’s face lifted at the compliment from Sydney. Luke told him, “Don’t apologize. You just saved our butts.” In his opinion, the boy had earned a cookie and a nap. Before they could continue their reunion, Luke saw something out of the corner of his eye. His heart pounded, they were going to get beaten up today. He had had enough of that for one day. Maybe even longer than that. Luke turned to see their attackers, but was only met with the sight of an angry girl. It was the girl with questionable motives on top of that. The one who had tried to stop the water monster. The scummy one ordering around the Aristocrat guards. Not friendly, he decided. But why was she creeping towards them then? Surely to unleash her evil on them. But she did not look ready to attack. She definitely looked mad, but not furious enough to hurt them. Besides, she was pretty scrawny and had none of her back-up. So she was not exactly a threat right now. But that did not really make him want to become best buddies with her. Luke tapped Sydney on the shoulder, for her back was to the approaching girl. He did not really know what to do, so the best idea he had was to get Sydney’s attention before the girl became a bother or something. Luke finally looked over to the girl, instead of his furtive glance from a moment previously. She seemed just as unhealthy as the rest of them. So still a prisoner. Her eyes were very dark though. Maybe it was a reflection of her soul. But they did not exactly look evil, he decided. They looked innocent in a sense. And that hardly made sense at all. Her actions were not sweet. They were downright malicious. Perhaps that whole bit about eyes being windows to the soul really was a bunch of malarkey. The jury was still out on her state of being, Luke decided. Time would tell, he supposed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 11:04:10 GMT -10
Kevin paused from his furious typing to clean his glasses. He always found it harder to concentrate if they weren't clean, and the break gave him time to think. Hacking into the Aristocrat database was proving to be harder than he had originally thought.
Adding to the difficulty was the fact that he had to take extra caution to conceal the whereabouts of his own laptop, in case anyone found him nosing around on the network. The setbacks frustrated him, he didn't want his sisters to be stuck in that nightmare for any longer than they had to.
Adjusting his now somewhat clean glasses onto his face, he stared at the glowing screen, tempted to force into the database with his ability. "I should probably wait and do that when I'm closer to getting through the security, don't want to leave a trace behind on accident." He thought, frowning slightly in concentration as he put his fingers back to the keyboard and began his incessant tapping once again. _____________________________________________________________________
Kris stood motionless outside a grocery store, waiting for the perfect time to sneak in and grab whatever food she could carry. She knew no one could see her, but those automatic doors were a small problem: she had to time her entrance with another person's exit, otherwise the doors would just seem to be magically opening. There! A man had just finished paying for his lottery ticket and was heading out the doors. Just as they opened, Kris slid through, making her way as silently as possible down empty aisles, grabbing things and stuffing them under her sweatshirt as she went.
Once her sweatshirt was stretched beyond recognition she made her way back to the doors, snatching one of those reusable grocery bags on the way. It would come in handy later, she thought. Timing her exit with another customer, she walked quickly over to a nearby alleyway and hid behind a dumpster to transfer the stolen food into the bag. Tying the handles of the bag so nothing would fall out, she stuffed everything back into her sweatshirt; it wouldn't do to have people staring at a floating grocery bag now would it?
Kris sighed, contemplating what she'd been reduced to: food thief. Stealing wasn't really something she enjoyed very much, but really, it was all the Aristocrat's faults that she needed to skulk around like this.
But back to the matter at hand. This rain was somewhat problematic, she would make little splashes that everyone could see just walking out in the open. She'd have to take the other way. Shuddering a little, she steeled herself and moved as quickly as she could down dark narrow alleyways, more like crevices between buildings than actual streets. She hated this route, she always had to stomp down the fear that bubbled up, and stomp down hard. But fortunately this way wasn't very long, she could already see her destination up ahead.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the manhole cover. Had she left it looking like that? She mentally kicked herself for being so careless, and made sure to cover it up securely before making her way down. She gripped the rusty ladder as she reached into a small crevice in the wall. Pulling out the flashlight she stored there, she flipped the switch, and began to climb the rest of the way down.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 11:52:20 GMT -10
Jay took a breath, finally, she was out of the rain and not going to have to deal with anyone for a few minutes. She stretched, maybe she could dry her clothes off in the bathroom, or at least wring them out somewhat. Thank goodness there were bathrooms in the subway. Running water and everything. That was really a bonus for this hiding space. They were within the city, but hidden enough not to risk capture. They had shelter from the elements (fingers crossed for no flood) and enough room for plenty of kids. The littler ones could run around and get the energy out, otherwise they would probably explode of little kid energy. And they really did not have to worry about being quiet. This was probably the best option for their safety. Jay commended herself for the idea. Though she had not really thought of it necessarily. Jay had just run to the nearest place she could think of. Fortunate side-effect of the gassing, all the city security had been focused on rounding up the unconscious kids, hardly giving chase to the others. No one had even seen them. Or the Aristocrats were toying with them. Allowing them to be free for lack of space in the facilities. No! Jay did not want to entertain such a terrible thought. Impossible, she decided. They were hidden away, relatively safe for the time being. Jay spied Kevin. Someone she actually liked to talk to. Jay had kind of forced any tech related job right down the boy’s throat. She was sure he didn’t mind. He /had/ had a laptop on hand, so it was not like he had an aversion to technology. Jay raised a hand to wave at him, but Irina suddenly appeared. She seemed dry, apparently, she had decided against dancing in the rain. Good choice. Then the girl relayed a message from Kyosuke. Intruder? Jay frowned, worrisome. This day was making its way downhill it seemed. Jay turned on her heel, hoping that Kyosuke was just overreacting. It was probably just Kris or someone returning from gathering supplies. She was invisible, so her sudden appearance could be very unsettling. But she was certainly not an enemy or even an intruder. Jay walked back where she had previously left Kyosuke. No sign of him. The man hole was open. Someone could have at least closed it! Way to ruin their cover, after she had just been praising it. Then it suddenly closed. Jay let out half a squeal before she remember Kris. She had just been thinking of her. Talk about a short term memory loss. Jay whispered an apology, “Sorry, Kris. Please be Kris.” A light flicked on, indicating someone was at least there. And she didn’t see a source for it, so definitely Kris. Jay explained, “That guy with two different eyes- Kyosuke- said there was an intruder. I’m off to check on that. You can come if you want, although you’re probably laden with supplies. Thank you for covering the manhole.” She would have stayed and chatted a bit longer, but she was a bit concerned. Kyosuke was not where she had left him, the only sign of his existence an arrow inscribed in the dirt. Hopefully, that was the way he had gone. Jay followed the direction of the arrow, ready to punch someone in the face. She had never exactly been a fist person, she had always preferred words. But at this very moment, fists were a good solution. Especially since her fists were electric. That was a definite reason to be violent. She walked along, realizing a light would have been a good choice. Jay took a moment to step on the side of the hallway and let her eyes adjust. She thought of pirates. They had the right idea with the whole eye patch business right. Saved time getting used to the dark. Jay blinked. It was still difficult to see, but her vision was improved. Jay continued, stopping suddenly upon hearing voices. One voice was Kyosuke’s which was only vaguely familiar. The other voice was new. Young though. Maybe a kid. She was not sure. Jay stayed back out of sight, not sure if she wanted to get involved just yet. She overheard the strange voice say, “Now, I've said an awful lot here today. I think it's time for you to give me what I want so I can hurry up and return from whence I come from...the world of the light.” That was peculiar. What? Who did he think he was. On the bright side, both of them were conversing, no one was hitting or kicking. She supposed that meant the intruder was not a threat. The question was, what should she do? Go back to the others and hope for Kyosuke to return? That seemed irresponsible. Walk up the boys and inquire of the intruder? That did not exactly make sense. They were handling themselves just fine. And it seemed the intruder was leaving. Jay ran a hand through her hair, ending up just standing around the corner and thinking.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 23, 2013 11:59:21 GMT -10
That youth, Yenta, as he identified himself, is talking in rounds again. Words which he could not understand. What savior? What hero? Who does he think he is? Some sort of video game hero? Does he really think he has the power to win them the day? Save them from being captured? For someone who speaks from only the harsh reality alone, this man is crazy.
Kyosuke's judgement were tested. On one end, the youth is just nothing more than a troller, a flamer, or whatever you call it. Someone who tips and causes others to fall into a berserking rage with nothing but mere words. Something only the weak in strength would do. Someone who has nothing to offer, nothing to be of use.
And worthless trash should be disposed of.
Kyosuke's eyes met Yenta's eyes with only one resolute, one cold, hard resolute, a glaze that would have sent anyone freeze on the spot, like a cobra's paralyzing gaze.
A message as clear as a bell.
"Die."
Quickly withdrawing several handmade shurikens, Kyosuke launched them skillfully at the intruder as he immediately reflected all the crystals into a flashbang, amplifying and focusing the lights from the iPod and blaring them at Yenta's eyes for that second while he vanishes, both mirage and reality making splashes on the sewage as he glided across the short distance and slashed at his throat.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 12:17:36 GMT -10
Kris listened to Jay silently. An intruder? That certainly wasn't good. "I'll be right behind you." She said to Jay's back, then hurriedly climbed the rest of the way down. She took off her soaking sweatshirt and hung it on the ladder, leaning the bag of groceries next to it. They should be fine there for bit. Shaking out her dripping hair, Kris followed after Jay, turning the flashlight off as she walked. Being the type to mostly keep to herself, she didn't know Kyosuke very well, but she thought she had heard something about him having an ability similar to hers. Maybe she wouldn't be very helpful, but if nothing else she could provide the element of surprise, should it be needed.
Kris walked up behind Jay and tapped her on the shoulder, offering her the flashlight. She heard voices around the corner. One of them seemed pretty talkative, that had to be the intruder. Kris didn't remember Kyosuke as being the chatty type. She whispered to Jay, "I'm gonna go check things out."
She tucked her bangs behind her ear and slipped around the corner just in time to be blinded by a sudden flash of light. It wasn't directed in her direction, but her eyes had already adjusted to the dark tunnel, and it made her squint and put a hand up to her eyes. What the heck was going on?
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 23, 2013 12:18:38 GMT -10
Cam brightened some, a proud flush coloring his face. "You think so?" she asked, mulling that over. He didn't much like his power. It made him tired and it was a pain. But Sydney and Luke were complimenting him, telling him that he'd helped. Sydney made a teasing face at him, ruffling his hair affectionately, the way she did whenever she thought he was being silly.
"C'mon, kid, that was pretty cool. Nice moves." she agreed, and he nodded, smiling. Yeah, he had been helpful. Right? Yeah, yeah. Man, he was like a superhero! He'd always thought of Sydney that way, because she was super strong and always helped out the kids, fought for the underdog. She was pretty and smart-well, clever, if not good at thinking things through-and tough and cool. Luke was cool too, he fought with Sydney even though he didn't have some crazy strength and he was really tall which Cam was secretly very jealous of. Maybe he could be like them. He noticed the scary girl coming nearer to them, and grabbed Sydney's hand out of habit, unsure of what she wanted. He couldn't get a read on her. Maybe it was because he'd just strained his powers. Still, he didn't like her. She was mean.
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Sydney had smirked at Luke's comment, but didn't further any banter regarding injuries. Better to comfort Cam and not mention the fact that she and Luke and some unfortunate bystanders had all been whooped on by those mean guards. Luke seemed to agree, as he didn't push the topic, and she was pleasantly surprised. Whether he understood her cool facade or just got distracted by Cam's reappearance, it didn't really matter which. She was just about to suggest that they sit back down somewhere when she felt Luke tap her arm, trying to get her attention. Cam's hand slipped into hers, and her ghost of a smile faded once again, a grim frown replacing it. "For crying out loud, what now?" she muttered to herself, turning to see the traitor girl slinking near them. "Oh, it must be friggin' Christmas. Of all the people I wanted to see." she said sarcastically, regarding the girl with heavy suspicion. She wasn't going to attack, at least, and even if she did, Sydney reckoned she could pound the little thing into the ground, with sole anger fueling her. Okay, not the most appropriate line of thoughts for a time when she should be focusing. "What d'you suppose /she/ wants now?" she asked Luke, instinctively pushing Cam back a bit behind her. Man, that girl had some freaky eyes. Really old looking for the age Sydney would peg her for, maybe 13 or 14. She was talented at the stink eye, Sydney would admit that. But in the time that she'd been locked up here, Sydney had mastered the dirty look, and now she wore it openly as she watched the girl. It took all of her inner strength not to go over and grab the girl by the collar and shake her-hard. But that wasn't really the direction they needed to go again. She thought Luke might knock her out himself if she launched down a violent path again. And he'd be right to. So she stood her ground, waiting for the punch line, for the threat, for the groveling, for whatever this girl was planning. And she didn't feel much interest in it, except moving past this creepy girl and getting back to a more normal flow. "You think we can just...walk around, or...?" she finally asked, getting frustrated. "I think we could all use a bit of a rest, sit down and chill, hmm?" she said, looking for some empty seats. There seemed to be a lot more, now that the room had cleared out some. Still, the strange girl seemed to have put them all in a trance, too suspicious to move. Okay, like hell this was happening. "Well?" she asked expectantly, looking right at the girl now. Out with it, she though. What is your deal?
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 12:55:41 GMT -10
~Yenta~
The weird figure's response was certainly /not/ what Yenta had been expecting...but...then again, to make that assumption was to say that he had been expecting anything. Which he hadn't. Actually...the fact that the young man had responded unexpectedly was just fine for Yenta. Better, even. But he was a little perturbed at the change of events. After he had gone through all that trouble to introduce himself...
More and more he was beginning to doubt that there was actually a children-populated civilization down here anywhere. It seemed more likely that it was one lone, insane child who the Aristocrats had dumped down there because they just didn't want to deal with him anymore.
“Okay then, if you’re not going to be cooperative, then I guess I’ll just have to peg you as a villain after all.”
Yenta wasn’t sure what his brain registered first, but at least years of high-volume and high light intensity had helped get his brain accustomed to being fed huge amounts of information all at once.
Gaming instinct alone brought his hulking band sack swinging in front of his face, eyes closed from the blinding light, even though that hardly made much of a difference.
Luckily, Yenta had thought ahead and used his spare clothes to wrap up his precious electronics in, so even as he heard the thud of the...whatever they were...against his band sack, he was pretty sure that his laptop and gaming devices were safe.
But before he could take care of that, the enemy was dashing towards his throat. At least with the band sack between them, Yenta had some protection. But to give himself even more of an advantage...
Flinging his arm around the rather cumbersome bag, Yenta shot out his right palm, luckily managing to hit it square on his target’s forehead as he, already a bit shorter than the towering Yenta, had his head bent to perfection in order to focus on the attack.
[Bingo.]
Even though the chance was small...it was still possible...
A dim, blue-ish sheen of light emanating from where his hand landed told Yenta that this was his lucky day.
Although he had not been at school the day that the Aristocrats had unleashed their devious plan, having been smart enough to run away just before things really escalated, Yenta hadn’t been immune to the effects of the mysterious gas.
He still didn’t know what possessed him to return to campus that day, as soon as he heard that the Aristocrats had planted devices in the school, and, according to some rather rock-solid theories on the net, it spelled danger for anyone attending class.
Being a happy loner most of his life...there were no friends he was concerned about. He hadn’t forgotten anything important on campus, and for goodness’s sake he could have cared less about turning in homework.
No...why he had broken onto campus at that exact moment was something which Yenta was alright with being a mystery all his life.
For on that day...like all of the other, good, school-attending children, he had been given a special gift.
And even though it had taken some time to make itself apparent...
Whenever he saw that blue light, Yenta knew he was in the gold. Using years worth of marching band experiencing, giving him quite agile and strong legs, Yenta took advantage of the situation and began to high-tail it out of the sewer, not even pausing to wonder what on Earth could be going through his victim's head. For Yenta knew not...only that, for the short amount of time that bluish haze lasted around place he had touched a target, they weren't going to be of much use to anyone.
Now...he just had to find that man hole again, and from now on, no seeking out others of his kind. The few remaining really were just whackos. Lone wolf really did mean going at it alone.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 13:03:45 GMT -10
~Deimah~
The harsh tone of the blondie girl was enough to snap Deimah out of her phase.
Whatever had just occurred, as long as it never happened again, she was fine with just simply moving on. After all, there had been a lot to contend with that day, and, depending on what the guard had to tell her in their meeting soon, the agenda would have to be re-made.
So that was something to look forward to - something to pass time with.
The young girl only met the hostility of the blonde with her even gaze. Her eyes flicked back to see the little psychic boy trying to cower behind the older kids, and Deimah was reminded that her antics earlier had probably lost her quite a bit of trust on the side of her peers. But if it had gained trust from her superiors, then it would have been worth it. Right?
Lastly she focused on the boy...the one who had struck that disharmonic chord in her earlier. She stared at him longest of all, that sense of wondering what exactly had happened lingering as her eyes lingered on his face.
But the past was past.
“What do you mean, what is my deal?” Her low voice was innocent, but not the kind of innocent that was dripping with sarcasm, “I’m sorry that you don’t have the ability to play your cards out quite as well as I do.”
There was definitely more sarcasm in that last statement, as Deimah cooly eyed the bruises and blood spattering the three in front of her.
“I’m just...curious, that’s all,” she mumbled, beginning to turn away. But something stopped her from just leaving and keeping her appointment with the guard.
Was it hunger?
Without moving her face, Deimah allowed her eyes to flicker back to where her empty plate remained on the counter. The vegetables actually had looked halfway decent today. Maybe it was time to eat.
But still...she could not bring herself to break away from that group...as if she were expecting some answer. But what could they possibly have to tell her? After all, she was the intellect. They were the fools.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 13:10:03 GMT -10
Kris had absolutely no idea what was going on. It had looked pretty certain there for a moment that the intruder was basically dead meat. People usually don't survive crazy ninja attacks, at least, in the movies they didn't. But then things started glowing blue, and the guy was running in her direction, apparently not seeing her. Oh right, she was invisible at the moment. That was helpful.
And here it was: the element of surprise. She had to time it perfectly...
Kris backed up a step or two, then started running towards the intruder, the distance between them rapidly getting smaller and smaller, until she leaped in an attempt to tackle him. She know he was way taller than her, so it might not even have any effect, but, assuming she didn't miss, it might slow him down just enough for Jay to do something. Maybe she should have thought this through a little bit better...
But there was no turning back now, she just had to grit her teeth and hope for the best.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 23, 2013 13:15:42 GMT -10
A touch from the man who called himself Yenta sent Kyosuke in a whirl of his dreams, but snapped out almost immediately. He saw only hazes, faint memories and nothing left of notable sort. And as well, the crystals that covered his body when he was cloaked provided at least some protection from whatever powers the youth might have.
At least that deterred him for a short while.
Turning around after 5 seconds, the much agile assassin got to his feet and sprinted, reaching and grabbing the youth's leg and toppling his center of balance. But instead of stabbing the youth with his dagger, he merely flipped him, causing Yenta to just sit onto the sewage.
"Mutant, eh?" Kyosuke muttered as he just un-cloaked himself, the crystals returning to the cells of his body, aside from those that fell off from his forehead where Yenta had touched. Taking out Yenta's identification card which he nicked as he flipped him over, he looked at the birthdate and compared it to his.
"To think to be lectured by someone a month younger than I am, I'm surprised," Kyosuke stated as he compared the school cards, which were of same origin. Pulling off his hood and mask, he knelt down and extended an arm to the grounded Yenta, feeling disoriented. To say that power of his did nothing to him was a complete lie, but it was probably the crystals that had saved his life.
"Do I know you? You attended my school, as the card stated."
"Were we classmates?"
"Were we close?"
"Do you know who am I?"
Those were the questions that Kyosuke asked Yenta almost immediately when he registered that they were both classmates, and if of similar age, he should know who he was.
Does he?
The leftover powers the crystals had filtered to had now attacked his flesh, and Kyosuke collapsed into a dreamless sleep, no dreams nor memories that came to plague him. As his torso collapsed into the sewage, he was slowly carried off by the current, and rests just inches from plummeting to his ultimate death in the pit if not for the garbage trap that held him. But the waters are slowly flipping him over, and he still has not awakened from that trance.
[So that was his power....]
...............he saw nothing, only darkness, and lights of figures. He sees no faces he could register, no one he would remember. He saw no events, no incidents, no accidents, no figure, no land, no sky, no water. He was just floating. Floating in emptiness. What was this feeling of lonesomeness? This feeling of malignant weakness? This sadness?
[Someone...........]
[Anyone............]
[Save me.................]
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 13:32:47 GMT -10
Jay started slightly when Kris tapped her on the shoulder. But she managed not to scream, mostly because part of her remembered that Kris might be following her. She was very proud of herself for that. No fear! She nodded at Kris, accepting the flashlight. Jay whispered, “Be careful.” She adjusted her grip on the flashlight, not ready to turn it on just yet. That would defeat the purpose of her hiding and Kris’ invisibility. And then a bright light emitted from around the corner, just as Kris disappeared. Jay could even tell where Kris must be standing by the strand of blocked light. The light dimmed, and peculiar sounds could be heard. Something sharp. A hand hitting something. What on earth was going on? Jay rounded the corner, just in time to meet the strangest sight. Kyosuke suddenly collapsed (she was not really sure what the cause was) and he was sliding along towards the hole deemed the pit by the younger children convince there were monsters down there. Of course, Jay had played on that and kept the kids away from the death trap for fear of monsters. Kris was nowhere to be seen, that was a plus. And some tall ginger was on the ground. He seemed to be conscious. That was a minus. Well, the fight was over it seemed. Jay growled to the intruder, “Stay down.” Hopefully, that was frightening enough to convince him to stay put. Though, if she had just been tossed in sewer water, it would certainly not convince her. Jay dashed over to Kyosuke, whose body was trying really hard to go down into the abyss. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him to the side out of the water’s current. That took care of that. All that left was the intruder. She almost called to Kris, but decided to keep that ace in her pocket for the moment. Jay stood close enough that the ginger could see her, but far enough away to be out of his reach. She crossed her arms, trying to be imposing. At least a little bit. She was probably considerably more imposing since he was lying on the ground- looking up at her.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 13:51:23 GMT -10
~Yenta~
Now with his band sack out of his face and his iPod more firmly in his hand, Yenta scanned the ceiling of the tunnel, wondering how far back the exit was.
He was so focused on the space above his head that he didn't noticed the girl step right out in front of him...or more like...materialize in front of him, until it was almost too late.
[Is there like a brand of mutants down here or something...?]
He quickly recalled the other one's cryptic words "Man or Mutant." Mutants, huh? Well, he had never been much of an X-Men fan, but he was beginning to wonder if there invisibility freaks had any sort of connection to the children or the Aristocrats at all, or if he had merely stumbled upon some ancient race which, with all the chaos above them, were now only able to make themselves known.
All this flashed through his mind as Yenta dug his Converse into the floor in his best attempt to come to a halt. Mutant or freak or whatever, he knew that it was the number one lesson of hero code to /never/ harm a girl. At least...not unless said girl harms you first.
Luckily, Yenta had some help in this regard, as his feet were pulled right from underneath him.
"Hey!"
He yelled out, not particularly keen on the rough movement of the action as it let his rather expensive iPod skitter out of his hand a few feet away. Then, after a second's reflection.
"Thanks."
After all, it was probably due to this kid's intervention that he had narrowly avoided missing the girl. But as his attacked flipped him over, grabbing his school ID, which distracted Yenta once again as he reminded himself that he had never bothered to take it out of his shorts pocket since running away.
These thoughts kept him from really trying to make anything of his situation. Even though the power had worked...that had to be the damn shortest amount of time it had flickered on for. But the mutant-person still retained an odd blue glow about him...
[Do I not even know my own power...?]
Yenta wondered, as, of course, he had never been able to use it on himself. Or much at all, for that matter.
But the two-colored eye boy was starting to sound a bit...tipsy. Asking question after question, and Yenta himself wasn't so comfortable being pinned to the ground.
"Do you know who I am...?"
Finally reaching his limit on the situation, Yenta gathered his ADD thoughts to a response.
"Why the H**l would I know who you were?" And with this, he drew up his hand in a fist, about to punch the annoying mutant square in the face.
But Yenta was once again denied this joy as the boy suddenly collapsed on top of him.
"What the...!?"
Instantly Yenta's hand diverted to hit somewhere in the air near the young man's head as he was more focused on picking himself up as quickly as possible. Yenta was never the touchy-feely sort of guy, and if someone was going to lay all over him, he'd prefer a nice, scantily-clad girl than some freakish boy.
As Yenta pushed his would-be attacker off of him, the body rolled away, landing in the water and seeming to float back from where it had previously lead Yenta earlier.
But before he could truly pick himself up or gather the iPod or band sack which had been thrown from him in the fall, yet another voice appeared in the dim light.
"Stay down."
Well, that was all fine and well for whomever to say. But Yenta had more important things to take care of.
Quickly picking himself up and fixing the glasses which, while they had managed to, by some miracle, stay on his face, were now slightly bent, much, much to Yenta's displeasure, he looked to the invisibility girl who had attempted to stop him.
"Are you okay, milady?" He asked. Annoyance or not, women had to be treated with some amount of respect.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 14:05:37 GMT -10
Luke shrugged one shoulder in response to Sydney’s question. He did not know why she was really asking him. Except maybe for dramatic effect. That was probably it. People who were chatty liked to do that sort of stuff. Or at least, that was what he thought. Part of him wished she hadn’t gone with quite such a confrontational approach. Although, what else had he expected her to do when he tapped her? He was just lucky that she didn’t start another brawl. Well, what was done was done. The girl, however, did not seem to be so appreciative of Sydney’s personality. She sized all of them up with that, rather frightening, gaze of hers. She stared at him the longest. Even he could tell. Luke did not know whether to be afraid, flattered, or offended. Luke would have to ponder that later. For now, he would settle for vaguely disconcerted. And on top of the dirty looks, she started lecturing them. She was little. Could not be older than him. But she was lecturing them. That seemed backwards. Besides, she hardly seemed to be playing any cards right. She had just made an enemy of every kid in the room. For what? To be in even better standings with the guards? Luke could not figure out her motives. Why would she want to serve those who held her prisoner? Of course, she was a pretty privileged prisoner. He had seen her escorting other kids here and there before. Even himself once, if he could recall correctly. If she was not going to stop them, he was going to eat. Despite the questionable food, he was a growing boy, so he was famished. He mentally counted, it had been hours since breakfast. He could just imagine what the low blood sugar was going to do him. Perhaps he was lucky not to have passed out by now. Adding fighting to his already high metabolism’s tasks. He would have to eat- and soon. Luke put a hand on each of his companions, trying to shuffle them away from trouble. He told the girl, “Okay. We’re going to eat.” That should take care of that, he hopped. She could do with that incredibly neutral comment what she pleased. She could go make nice with the guards or eat her own lunch or do whatever it was she normally did. Luke did not particularly care what she did, as long as Sydney and her did not battle, Cam remained out of the matter, and he got to eat some lunch. With that, he pushed gently on their shoulders, headed in the direction of their previous table. The food might be damp, but he was not about to skip a meal over some water. Although the thought that the water might be from a dead guard did disturb him a bit. If the food was wet, maybe he would have to pass. And hope that he would not starve to death.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 14:13:21 GMT -10
Kris ended her not-so-graceful attempt at tackling Yenta by landing hard on the cold ground.
"Oof."
She looked around in confusion as she picked herself up. The guy had seemingly fallen backwards right before he made it to her, and now she saw that Kyosuke was the one responsible for that. All for the better, she guessed. But then Kyosuke fell over and started floating down the sewer, with Jay in hot pursuit. What the...?
Kris turned her attention back to the intruder, who apparently could see her now. She must have forgotten to stay invisible in the midst of things. Oops.
Milady? Did this guy think he was in the Middle Ages or something? She shook her hair out of her eyes as she faced him. Standing to her full height, she glared up at him with what she hoped was an intimidating stare.
"What are you doing here?"
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