Vivian-Squad 3
Almost before Mahvash had stopped speaking, Viv was on the phone. She knew the Admin would have a lot of information, but HUMINT would always trump it. They'd already heard something of the kidnapping, of course, and were preparing to send in a team. The news that he'd been split in thrain was fresh, though. She volunteered to go in ahead and investigate. She never mentioned her Squad, of course, but hey. Just helping concerned citizens.
After collecting the information, she put in another call to the local agent in charge to see if he had any interesting news to share.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Squad 1
"I see" Sam said, but it was obvious he was affected. His hands were visibly shaking. "The past just keeps haunting"
But he slapped himself in the face, trying to focus on the problem. Now they need to focus.
"This kind of looks like a trap, but if nothing else, I can just yank the pieces away from them" He said "But better be careful with the thawing him out"
Wake me up at your own risk.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
BRIEFING ROOM
The screen returned to the map, highlighting the three marked spots in close-up. "THESE ARE THE LOCATIONS. THEY ALL APPEAR TO BE ABANDONED FACTORIES OR MILITARY OUTPOSTS, BUT ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN SEEING THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF ACTIVITY. THE OCCASIONAL CADILLAC DRIVING BY. A HELICOPTER FLYING OVERHEAD. ENOUGH TO SUGGEST SOMETHING IS GOING ON AT EACH. NOW, UNLESS YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS, I SUGGEST YOU DISCUSS WHO IS GOING WHERE. PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO ASK ANYTHING ELSE IF YOU FEEL THE NEED."
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Cole - Squad 3
He felt Holiday press up against him, and then ask if he knew about anyone who might be up for screwing with Zach like this - and the trouble was that it wasn't he was having trouble finding who it was. It was sorting through all of the aggrieved parties and finding who might be most capable of this. The machine then spoke, and Cole followed by saying, "...There...are a distinct few possibilities in terms of who it was. One group I'd had my eye on was called The Nonpareil. Pretty extreme group..."
Though I do have to wonder if it is them why they'd target Zach instead of going after the guy literally campaigning on nostalgia-baiting barely concealed racism.
"I'll try and use my powers to scope out the buildings, see if I can suss out who and what's present in each one." Though going by what happened at the temple last year or so, it seemed there was tech going around to block out psychic senses.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Squad 1
"I can go to one of them" Sam said "I've got my ways to scout and I can be one hell of a visible target" As it is, risking his own life isn't something he cared about all that much right now.
Squad 2
Ryuu was ready to jump in. Sorano had to take over to hold him in place.
"I can be bait" He offered, after giving up on that. "If it makes things easier on everyone"
Wake me up at your own risk.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
IW - Briefing Room
"No, you really can't..." Mahvash said flatly to Ryuu. Besides, Cole had volunteered to scout first and Ryuu wasn't expendable.
"And they left him frozen instead of, you know dead. So, he is bait." She shrugged. Going in blind again. "And they had custody of his body for a time and we remember Orthus. And we can take the limbs."
For Martin's benefit she leaned over to him speaking softly. "Previously, Orthus was taken just like this. When we found him there was a collar on him that controlled his body. Oh and machine guns turrets popped out of the front entrance. As for Zachariah, well, many of us have known him for a couple of years." This was obviously personal to the group, amnesia or no. That didn't need explaining. "And if you have not seen already, Zachariah's mirror dimension counterpart took his body to go on a rampage through town. He overcame his counterpart with help from Yoko and even Cole. Besides that, he's been through a great deal in so short a time. Still isn't broken."
Edited by CenturyEye on Jun 3rd 2020 at 1:50:28 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Up on Melancholy hill.
Ikai
Zach wasn't going to lie, it was a bit of a...trip, to jump from one plane of existence to the next. But after the previous event of getting, well, kidnapped, dismembered and held for ransom, it was within his best interest if he were to stay where he would be most safe.
That and Yoko damn near nuked a good chunk of California so there was that.
Zach had come to terms with the fact he was going to be seen as a major threat in the world and no matter how many times people would fight for him, how many times he'd do what he could, there was no fixing the damage he, or rather, his inner demon, had inflicted upon the world. He'd always thought that running would make the situation worse, make him seem a coward, an embarrassment to his family. But given the fact his family was willing to effectively exacerbate the sinking coastline for his sake made him think it wouldn't be that bad.
Besides, he wanted to retire. Up here he didn't need to worry about money, the usual stresses of the human world. The only thing he needed to worry about was this weird little sickle weasel who kept giving him the stink eye every once in a whild.
Oh and Hogo making it very blatant that if he caused any trouble while in this picture perfect after life needless to say he'd find a way to make him pay.
But in all, being a sentient blob of ink that literally could not die in the shape of a person, in this little chaotic land he felt more at peace and at home than anywhere else.
Having his wife with him for the rest of his days made it all the better, and as he stretched his non-existent muscles and stared out to the beauty that was Ikai, he felt a peace wash over him and he smiled.
He couldn't wait to see where the next Eternity would lead him.
Saori
Nighttime.
The witching hours.
Her time.
Saori cracked her neck to the side once, then twice, and sighed as she felt the crackle of tense muscles and stiff bones leave her finally. She looked down at the hustling, bustling street below her and knelt down. Her attire was different this time around, a more upgraded version of her Super Hero outfit. Gone was the slick black simpleness of a ninja outfit, now it was more...well, it was still a ninja outfit but with her spin on it. Neon lines of her spiritual blue essence that coursed around her like controlled flames, ending in orbs of light blue flame that floated behind her like a traditional Nine Tailed Fox of legend.
Kyubi looked up at the figure beside her and held up the small glass orb that hung around her neck, glowing a dull, pulsating blue and grinned at him, as she waved it around.
"Think you can keep up with me this time?" She asked with a laugh.
Mason
"So that's it? No more Super Hero stuff, no more...you know, Alpha Revelations?"
"What? No, GOD no! I'm not quitting being a super hero!" Mason argued back, almost sounding indignant. "It's just...not my primary focus anymore at the moment."
Mason was currently standing before a world table, full of little unfinished projects and trinkets of varying sizes, shapes and, well, colors. A row of tools lay out before him, and blue prints, blank blueprints, sat even further up, the topic bar currently empty.
"So, what IS your primary focus now?" Asked the female voice from behind him.
"Dunno." He answered truthfully. "I figure, you know, I've done a lot, done what I can do with what I KNOW I can do, and figure I can do something on the side to see about this whole, bettering society thing. Maybe come up with some new tech. Create and train a new team of super heroes, you know, the works." He chuckled. "I already got a few in mind and even Grita seemed interested when I proposed it to them."
His mother, Rosa, grinned a little bit and nodded her head, reaching over and ruffling his hair. "That's the little scientist I always wanted you to be."
Pulling away and touching his scalp, he tended to the stray hairs she'd yanked out. Looking up, he grinned. "Maybe a better idea would be to see if I can fix the synthetic skin polymer currently acting as your current skin. Can't have you ripping things off just by touching them."
"Not my fault that my consciousness had no where else to go-"
"Not my fault your consciousness got separated at ALL-"
Whacking her son on the back of the head, she grinned. "Don't talk back to your mother, kid. Now, I'm gonna go test this stuff out and see what I can do. And by the way, I wanna meet this Tyulla girl I hear so much about!" And with that, she walked off.
Mason leaned against the work bench and pondered for a moment. Maybe interdimensional travel on an easier level (Talk to Cole about that), maybe some kind of battery system involving the elemental planes (Talk to Iona, hadn't seen her in about a week), advanced robotics (Viv would have great ideas about THAT one).
And then, an idea came to mind. An idea that made him pause before grinning.
Why not...all three?
Spinning around, he began to etch something into the blue prints excitedly and pulled away at the subject line.
PROJECT: MICAH.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Gita — Briefing Room (Squad 3)
Gita didn't even know this man, but as soon as those pictures came up, they were immediately unnerved by what they were seeing. But what they were gathering from what his children and comrades were saying was that he was still alive. Even so, Gita had a feeling that if they didn't act fast, the ones who did this to him would do something even worse.
They asked the computer, "Which three locations are the most likely places they'd have him?"
If I die, tell Hex Haywire I loved him.