Leon nods. "I'm sorry if i offended you. It's just that this whole "Destroy the earth" thing sorta came out of nowhere. Just saying." I knew that i was going to regret that question. I should've stayed on the computer...
He continues. "So, what exactly do you need us for? I heard you need someone to gather information, but i don't think you would go through the effort of summoning us when you could just hire someone. So there must be more to it, am i right?
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=D"Jay.." Pencil goes, "give us all a moment. I'm still reeling from what the announcer's said, and.. I have a feeling there's something very wrong with where we are. Not this place, but in general. Can you remember anything about yourself? Your family? Friends? What you did before—"
Her head aches, and an image(?? is it?) flashes her head - which she can't comprehend. "—you wake up?"
She strides over to Jay. "I know.. I can still speak and understand English, Spanish, walk on my two legs, and flick this pencil in my hand. But I'm not sure what else I can do, yet. I know - for instance, I'm wearing a Catholic school uniform.. my skirt's way high up my leg. Why is my memory gone?"
Then the thought pops into her, as she stumbles a blank spot about something so essential to the identity.
"What do I look like? Do we have a mirror nearby?" Her hand flies to her face, feeling the silky smooth skin and the soft cheek.
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The man, realizing that a long string of numbers read from a phone were probably phone numbers, quickly put them into his phone, making sure to show each one what he had typed in before clicking the enter button, and, after a mistake with the girl's number that he easily corrected, added them to his contact list with what appeared to be their names.
He pointer to the boy who had remained in the room, and asked, "Tuna?"
He then pointed to the girl, and frowned, before pointing to the door. "Deeen?" he asked inquisitively, resisting the urge to put a soft, "U," sound after the word subconsciously, resulting in a long pronunciation of the, "Ean." Oh, well.
He then pointed towards himself, and thought a bit.
He pulled the Umbrella handle out of his pocket, and studied it.
"Three-san," he finally decided, and let out a chuckle.
He then focused on the boy's next few sentences, recognizing a few of the words—"Power," that was the english word for Chou Taikoku—but he wasn't clear in the slightest of the man's intention.
"...?"
You know what I hate? Hypocrites. That and obscure self-referential statements.Dean cursed as he saw the new text.
Ain't that a kick, in the HEEEEEAAAAAAAD?
"You and me both, Deano..." The boy walked into his elevator and limply pressed the lobby button, suddenly overcome with despair. He pulled out his earbuds and slid to the floor. "Euhhh..." he cried, "I'm a frigging teenager, no muscle, I'm not some trenchcoated badass, I'm just a fucking kid!" He checked his texts. "With—what? No, fuck that, I'm on the third floor, I can't even use it when I'm at my home turf!!"
The elevator slid open with a ding. Dean climbed to his feet. He needed to be strong. For the team. Dean headed for the front desk and rang the bell; He could at least provide room keys for everyone.
Hearing Tuner's request the girl was quite quick to rise to her feet. After all, the guy's request was just what she was wishing would happen "I'll do it"
Now, it was just a matter of finding how to use her power. She did the only thing that came to mind... and that is to concentrate on what she wanted her power to do. Picturing it in her mind.
The girl lifted her right arm, closed her eyes momentarily, opened her hand and tightened the muscles in it Come on... appear... appear... appear
As she thought about it she felt... something. A small pressure right in front of her.
The girl opened her eyes and found that there was a little violet colored, plate shaped barrier hovering right in front of her hand.
"It... worked" She simpy said, a smile coming to her face.
"I suppose I must be quite a looker," Pencil mutters, with a hint of flattery from Mary's expression.
She wanders out of the clandestine room to what seems like the main doorway, and the small bathroom beside it. In there, flicking on the fluorescent lighting, Pencil discovers herself in the mirror. The strange, unconventional beauty gazing back at her, with perky hazel eyes and sharp eyebrows. She looks somewhere in her 20's (maybe late teens?), with auburn hair which droops almost to her shoulders.
am I?
Her body, she is quite slim - maybe she is an athlete? No way, her muscles feel kinda droopy. But overall, she imagines herself modelling for a cover page of something like Fashion Click. Hehehe.
Then she emerges out, back towards the room.
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Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"I know nothing but that I will live," Jay said. He didn't know why, or how, or to serve whom. Maybe it was only to serve himself.
He could never truly regain his identity—at least, not with the collar strapped to his neck ready to end his life at any moment. He could never really satisfy the prick at the back of his mind, asking him, again and again, "Who are you?" He could answer back, "Jay," but that was a lie. No matter how many times he or anybody else repeated it, he would never be Jay. But he could pretend to be him. He could bury his doubts and assume Jay's identity. Reality required him to be a contestant in the game.
For every second he spent dwelling on answers he couldn't find, he wasn't focused. Thinking about who he was for too long would drive him mad. Turning back to Ring, Jay nodded, still expecting an answer.
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Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsA... force field? The girl's power could generate force fields? That was... pretty cool, actually. Simple, and extremely useful. A literal lifesaver. Finally, some good news.
"Okay, great. Well, according to my message... I can do this."
Tuner did what the girl had done, take a "focus" style expression and think very stroongly. And it fucking worked. A small axe appeared into his right hand.
"So... at least we've got some diffense and I can conjure axes at will... We've got a chance, don't we?
" . . . Yes, I don't believe he's introduced himself yet," Rosa commented, " . . . And if any of us wish to live, it seems that playing this little game might end up being the only option. What else do you propose we do, simply wait? By then, someone else would have killed us already."
Her icy tone made it clear that she too seemed not to be affected by the idea of killing. She headed over to where Cherry was standing by the window, as she was slightly curious about their location herself. Her movements were much more graceful than Cherry's shuffling, further hinting at some sort of aristocratic backround.
She squinted in the light coming in through the window, like she wasn't used to it. After a few seconds, her head started to hurt and she was forced to retreat back away from it.
". . . Maybe we should all introduce ourselves. You can call me Rosa."
Suki seemed to remember something, "Oh, yeah, by the way... These two..." She motioned towards the man and child who had yet to be introduced, "Are Skye and his son, Caleb." She shot a disapproving glare at Levi.
Lord, she hated lazy people.
Skye caught a slight change in Alex Wright's tone. . . He'd have to have Jesse look into it.
Bryon headed down do greet Moony. "You didn't really have to do that, you know," he said pleasantly, "Just... Don't take pictures without permission and don't take any pictures when we're in uniform.
The boy, who had been identified as Caleb, simply stared at Dominik, seeming to process his conclusion, " . . . I don't either. But Skye makes me wear them."
"Whyyyy?" Cole asked, "Why would you actually want to see that?!"
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."Arzt's eyebrows disappear in his bangs and he stares at Rosa. Mood swing much?
"I'm Arzt. I guess. If you cut your chest open and I can name everything, maybe I really am a doctor." He shrugs and arranges the pillows so he can sit down and fiddle with the cell phone. Pac Man. Just great.
The ever-familiar jingle, tinny through the phone's speaker, and the ravenous yellow circle is speeding through the maze of dots.
"So," he says, not looking up. And leaves it at that.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"That's a very specific power" The girl remarked, concentrating on making her little Frisbee shaped forcefield disappear before tried conjuring the next.
Satisfied in seeing another Frisbee appearing on the palm of her hand the girl said "So, we got shields and axes"
For the moment she really tried not to focus on what use they would have to give those two things.
Three-san jumped back in suprise as the girl created something out of mid-air.
Tch. So the text was actually serious. Which meant...he actually had a, "Power."
This was...kind of unpleasant, actually. Sure, it meant that, if someone out there actually was going to try and kill one of them, they could defend themselves—but it also meant that someone out there, should they try and kill one of them, had the means to do so. Painfully and violently.
What's more...the guy could summon very tiny axes and the girl could summon bowls. His text had said that his power would grow as he trained, so presumably the others wouldn't be stuck with what essentially amounted to a throwing weapon that the boy probably had to skill in using, or even the determination to use it, and a piece of tableware that might, at best, block a ping pong ball, but he still couldn't imagine things getting much better. The throwing ax was the most immediately offensive weapon they had, but unless it became larger and lighter Three-san couldn't imagine it ever being that useful once they all leveled up. The unnamed girl's shield was another story. And his own...well...
He then realized that he had spaced out, and the others were probably waiting for him to demonstrate his power. He smiled at them warmly, and held out his left arm, bracing it with his right hand at the elbow.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." he said, concentrating. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!..."
The room seemed to become darker as he prepared to unleash his devastating ability. The lights began to flicker. Silence fell across the room.
"HAAH!" He shouted, and he unleashed his power.
A huge, earth shattering fist, powered by his psychic energy alone, failed to come into existence.
Instead, there was a brief, sickly green light, barely visible, around his arm, looking somewhat like smog. It was tiny. It was puny. It was pathetic.
It disappeared as quickly as it came, and with much less dramatics, and the lights, which had flared briefly due to a completely unrelated technical problem that the hotel's staff would quickly correct, with apologies to all who complained, stopped flickering. The cloud that had blocked the sun for a brief instant passed.
And Three-San stood there, somewhat embarrassed.
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You know what I hate? Hypocrites. That and obscure self-referential statements.The loud, spasmic cheering begins to interest Pencil, and she wanders off to the curtained windows, the outside light of slit a hint of what the locale has in store. So peeling aside the curtains, there is the racetrack.
The sloped city which surrounds has its downtown highrises and favelas along the mound, making a canyonous open space - where in the midst aside the paved track is a body of water where yachts sift the tide, cheerfully observant of the racers who fly by, almost frictionless yet free on the road who the crowds upon the stands cheer on.
It's mid-morning; the sun must be rising from the other side.
And Pencil who is here finds it all dizzying and overwhelming to tolerate. If it were another day where she is travelling she might have considered this a perfect attraction to tour. But the sinister context still remains. In this city she is forced to brute survival.
Her hands twitch suddenly, feeling a sweaty-hot rage in the nerves of her palm.
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His power. Quite honestly, he wasn't very impressed with it.
"Excuse me." Still smiling calmly, West stepped out and located a sink and glass, then filled the glass halfway with water. He returned and delicately set it on a nearby table.
Time to see just how weak this really was.
He clapped his hands together once, and concentric ripples appeared on its surface.
"Well." He shook his head. "Not quite the picture I had in mind when I read the term 'shockwave' in my message."
They were already there, observing.
Once Adrian unexpectedly vanished, they knew that the time would come soon. The photographs in the briefcase told them, him especially, everything they needed to know.
Monaco.
The roar of cars and crowds alike permeated through the tiny country, reaching even the sizable villa where he resided for the time being. The laptop's blank chat log colored his glasses stark white, ready for the inevitable message, from somebody that the contestants had been sighted. It was a waiting game. At some point, the OCMPA would inevitably arrive, and things might get a little difficult...
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Was that all he could do? "So you have the power of force?" Redd asked, glancing at the glass of water. The ripples quickly vanished. From what he could infer, none of them had any strong powers.
"It's too bad I can't demonstrate my powers here," Redd said, putting both hands out. He slumped further into the chair. It wasn't an exact lie, but he doubt the results would be visible. "I wonder if there's a key nearby. I want to check what's outside before you guys can." He also wondered if the maids hid those mint squares under the pillows.
It was amazing how such a trivial quirk filled ward off the melancholic emptiness. He was basically a robot who didn't know its program. With luck, insanity induced from the void occupying his mind wouldn't kick in.
I'm not revealing my cards, so to speak, yet. Considering his power, Redd wouldn't want to display it until it gets more showy.
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Pencil buries her face in her burning hands - it feels therapeutic, but the relief feels like petty condolence after a big joke, and she wants to grit her teeth.
Sulking in the red comfy couch, she feels the cell phone in her pocket, and pulling it out she flips through the display and finds a new message in inbox.
The contents of it seem somewhat intriguing, only so much as she has superpowers and she is meant to kill the bearer of that tarot. It reminds her of that book, Battle Royale, if they added powers instead of random assorted weapons.
(...)
So, the Telly-Vision. How shall we make ado? Pencil stretches her hands in front of her, and.. how does her ability work again?
"Shazam!" she calls, tensing her elbows. "Allah Kazaam! ¡Qué! Boom!" Fuck. Imagine your hands, they have mystic sufi energy flowing through the tips of your fingers! You feel the burn, si? It's like the stovetop ignition, the boiler's about to blow—
Suddenly a big fire erupts her palms! The motherfucking puto's on fire! Fuck shit damn! The blaze horrifically intensifies as the TV's frame splits and erupts— sparks dance, and Pencil yipes back, so surprised and stunned at her own destruction.
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". . . Arzt. I see," She responded.
She figured she might be able to get a better look at the area on the balcony... With any luck, it was shaded as well. In addition, she wanted to test out her power without the risk of breaking anything in the room. .
". . . Excuse me for a moment, everyone, I have something I wish to investigate quickly."
She excused herself from the room, and headed out onto the balcony. Thankfully, there was an overhang and she found it much more comfortable in the shade than in the light, which still hurt her eyes to look at. The wind teased her bangs as she noticed how the cool air and felt wonderful against what little skin she had bared- only on her neck and face, really, but it felt nice nonetheless. There were a lot of smells to be noticed as well... Street vendors selling to hungry race-goers, the exhaust from the racing vehicles. The sounds of motors stirring, the chattering of people all mingling with the smells, feelings and scenery to create the picture before her.
All merely a massive slaughterhouse for all but a few of them here.
She cast a glance at a decorative centerpiece on a small glass coffee table next to one of the two wicker chairs on the balcony. It was quite elegant in its simplicity; a vase filled about halfway with various decorative stones and shells, with two white roses finishing the piece. She took the roses out, lifted up the vase and tipped it so she could retrieve one of the small stones inside.
Once she had what she wanted, she set the vase down and inspected the stone in the palm of her gloved hand. Smooth, and only slightly bigger than a quarter. This should be perfect. Just what she needed to practice.
She held out her hand over the balcony, and focused on the tiny stone, picturing in her mind exactly what she wanted it to do. Her efforts were answered as the small stone rapidly launched itself out of her hands and into the distance, likely gradually falling to the city below. She kinda hoped it didn't hit some poor sap passing by.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."Mary watches Pen in fascination. When she shoots flames out of her hands, though, she takes a moment to remember that she's supposed to be afraid of everything, and nearly jumps back and yells too late. Luckily, she manages to trip and fall on her way back, and she hits the ground hard, Now I have to sell it. Mary begins to cry.

"No threat was vocalized, but believe me when i say i know the man well enough to know what he'd do to find me. This certainly won't be easy, but we'll focus on getting information first. I didn't bring you here thinking you'd do it for free. Your reward is your choice, but we'll discuss rewards at a later time." John was prepared to hold up his end of the bargain, although he didn't particularly want to discuss rewards right now. If i must, then so it shall be..., he thought to himself.
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