Heart of Desire: Wonders at Nahuiollin Temple

"Wait...you were talking about my new power?" said John. He was silent a bit before saying "Ah yeah, I'll make sure I'll use it in self defense!"

"That's the spirit! Now, you think you can hit the targets?"

"Yeah, I shouldn't be hitting any trees. They didn't deserve anything to be hit by my attack."

John focused on his target and breathed in than breathed out his sonic attack at the target, breaking it.

edited 20th May '12 12:26:25 PM by JustaUsername

"Nice. But a little off-center. Try making your mouth a little smaller. Make it more precise."

When it became clear there were no more questions to be asked, General Ignatius stepped back. "Your escorts will take you back to your outposts. As of this moment, you are all privates in the Militia of Vengeance. For now, you are reserve troops until your talents are required, at which point you will be called, prepped and ready. I expect nothing but absolute loyalty from every one of you. Perform well, and you may receive a promotion. Perform poorly, and there will be consequences. Betray me...and the bowels of hell will be a lucky reprieve. TEN-HUTT!"

They stood to attention.

"RIGHT TURN!"

They turned to the right.

"DIIIIIS-MISSED!"

The General was enveloped in a pillar of fire, and then was gone. The soldiers gradually went back to milling about and talking.

"Right!"

John focused on the next target. Make the mouth smaller, try to hit the target's center...

With those thoughts in his mind, John let out his next sonic howl.

I don't know if I trust these guys, thought Ken. Classic Knights Templar if I ever saw them. How can I get myself kicked out without getting maimed or killed? He withdrew into his mind, pondering what he should do.

The more focused sonic howl hit the target near the centre.

"Great shot! One more for luck, then I think we could call it a day."

With bursts of red, Ken and Terry, now for all intents and purposes privates, found themselves in the streets of their familiar city. Terry was, annoyingly, a long walk away from his apartment. Ken, for his part, was in Market Street. As he went along, he might see a phrase spray painted on the walls...a familiar phrase.

Terry went back to his apartment where he saw that his parents have left. He then got out a letter and wrote to them.

He then sent the letter to the postal services.

edited 28th May '12 1:10:17 PM by Psyga315

John just nodded to Penny and than, gave out his final Sonic Howl.

Ken, meanwhile, was glad to be back in San Francisco. Finally, he was somewhere familiar. He was puzzled by the appearance of the WHAT DO YOU WANT. Was the Entertainment side setting up its own faction as well? If so, where on the Character Alignment scale did they fall? The Chaotic half was obvious, but what kind of chaotic was something he'd have to see for himself. The parkour practitioner continued down the street to see if there was any other graffiti related to Entertainment Lightlives.

From an alley, the Wizard watches Ken walk away from his message. He's now wearing the bald wig, and holding the gun in one hand (unloaded, but cocked). With a smirk, he steps out of the alley, and follows Ken, holding the gun behind his back.

As Ken continued on, he got the feeling he was being watched. He turned around to see the Wizard behind him.

"Well, well, well," said Ken. "It's the Kansas City Wiz. I haven't seen you since we became Lightlives." Then, he looked and saw the Wizard holding one hand behind his back. "Okay, what's behind your back? It better not be a gun, because if it is I'm gonna have to destroy it."

The Wizard grins, "The Kansas City Wiz? No! That is not I! I! AM!" he pulls the gun out from behind him, "LEX LUTHOR! I WILL DEFEAT YOU! MUAHAHAHAHA!"

Ken just Facepalmed, removed his hand from his face, and then shot out a concussive blast of energy that destroyed the barrel of the gun but did no harm to the Wizard.

"Nice try," said Ken. "Unlike what NBC thinks, I do not immediately go 'Ken SMASH puny gun thing!' and attack everyone in sight the instant someone pulls a gun on me. Okay, Wizard, why are you really here?"

The Wizard grins, and tears off his bald wig, "Yeah, but you did destroy an unloaded gun that was pointed at you as a joke. As for what I want... To put it simply, I'm bored, and interesting things are happening here. As a result, I'd like to extend an offer to you."

"I've actually got something I need help with as well," said Ken. "You tell me your offer, and then I'll give you my offer."

"My offer is simple," as the Wizard speaks, he pulls out a piece of paper with seven numbers on it, "If you ever need my help, even if you have asked for my help before, give me a call, and I'll help you, but you'll owe me a favor."

"Good timing," said Ken, taking the paper. "Look, here's what I need your help with. This dude in power armor recruited me into some faction of Revenge Lightlives called the Militia of Vengeance. I wanted to investigate their motives before I gave my word, but the orientation gave me all I need to know. Those guys think they're shining paragons out to clean up all crime and fix all of America's problems, but it looks to me like they want to turn America into an authoritarian dictatorship by beating the crap out of everyone in their way. They just teleported me back here without my getting a chance to say I wanted out. So my offer is, you help me get myself kicked out in such a way that they can't maim or kill me over it, and not only will I do the favor you ask in return, I'll show you how to jump like I do. How's that sound?"

The Wizard grins madly, "Oooooooooo, sounds fun! I can get you kicked out, though the not getting maimed part may be a bit harder..."

"All right. Just so we're clear, for the purposes of this," said Ken, "not maiming me involves not giving me any disfigurement or long-term injuries. I don't quite have a healing factor."

The Wizard considers the problem a moment before saying, "Hmm... Would being made an enemy of them, but not hurt, work, for you? Actually, would just destroying them work, for you?"

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"Hey, wait a minute!" said Ken. "You're right! We could take them down. But to do that, we'd need more than just the two of us. We should form an alliance with other Lightlives to take on the Militia."

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"We could always just do a nice and quick assassination of the leader. That would, at the very least, cause infighting among his lieutenants, which would make taking them out that much easier."

"Yeah..." said Ken. "I suppose we could. But we're two Lightlives, and they're a whole army of Lightlives led by a guy who can teleport through fire and looks like he can punch Andre The Giant from one end of a football field to another. By Revenge Lightlife standards, I'm tranquil. We need more than just us if we're going to deal with this."

"Oh, please. He may be powerful, but I am smart, and my abilities are quite useful and diverse," the Wizard pauses a moment before continuing, "Now, to beat a revenge lightlife, I really should start with some grey to calm them down, and follow it up with...a lot of blue painted on him, followed by a powerful blow to him, which may shatter him, and, if not, I can always get him with some red on his face..."

edited 11th Jun '12 3:05:01 PM by deathpigeon