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 No.2165[Reply]

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 No.4354[Reply]

>Date: October 31st, 2017
>Location: The Hollows - Below Sanctuary City
>Time: 12:02am

>Below the dense city streets of Sanctuary lies a maze of tunnels, passages, and chambers. Some of these are simply maintenance tunnels, others parts of previous versions of the city, simply built on top of when the time came for something new, and others yet make up parts of secret routes that have been made, used, and abandoned over the years.

>Within this warren, an undercity has formed, across these tunnels, caves, and mazes, various pockets of people, whether it's those spurned by society, or those just simply seeking a life away from the surface, have formed groups, even settlements in some cases.

>Even further below the tunnels, and sometimes between them, lie the natural caves below Sanctuary City.

>Within one of these caves, a calm lake sits, a small hole within it providing a clear path to somewhere on the surface, outside of the actual city itself, through which the moon shines, a clear image of its lunar body being visible on lake's calm surface.

>At the edge of the lake, a young woman sits, humming a tune to herself, never opening her eyes as she does, a headpiece of crossing lines covering them. From the back of her head, a set of four white, feathered wings sprout, each pair perfectly synchronised, "balancing" the other pair out.

>As the woman hums to herself, another woman enters the cave, a pair of antlers sprouting from the top of her head, and stands behind the young woman, waiting.
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 No.4380

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>>4378
"Isolation unit? For what?"

>Orion's mind seems to wander momentarily, until he snaps back into reality.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's not a bother."

 No.4382

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>>4380
>The doctor's demeanor seems to switch in an instant when Orion asks the question.

"To answer in a simple way, anything that needs isolating, but if you want a more complex answer, some experiments within the foundation may have dangerous side effects, so the unit is designed to, essentially cut the labs within the given area off from the outside world in as complete a way as possible by placing the isolation area slightly out of phase with the surroundings. Of course there are potential flaws with the system but-"

>Dr Hiram pauses as she needs to catch her breath, and her thoughts seem to catch up with the social situation.

"I. . . uh. . . mean. . . uh. . . it isolates things yeah. . ."

>With a smile, Madeleine looks at Orion.

"Dr Hiram is a brilliant scientist, when she can put her mind to it, what she lacks in social ability is more than matched by her scientific ability, that's why she was put in charge of the foundation."

"I. . . uh. . . thank you. . ."

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>>4382
"That's… useful…"

>He seems to be wandering his mind again.

"…Wouldn't want someone- something getting out…"

>His eyes move towards Madeleine, with his expression showing a hint of something more going on behind them.

"Well it's good that they've got her, huh? Wouldn't want anyone…"

>His eyes narrow slightly. Before he forces a smile back.

"Unethical in charge."

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>>4383
>Orion feels a presence brush against his mind.

"{It's ok, Orion, it's nothing like. . . that, it's for stopping, like, explosions and stuff so they don't hit the surrounding buildings.}"

>Dr Hiram shakes her head when she hears "someone".

"We wouldn't try to trap any people in the building, in fact, there's a failsafe to allow anyone inside to escape from it safely if it activates with them inside. Any human experimentation has to be entirely consensual, and the foundation can only work on human trials that involve bettering quality of life - cures for diseases, regrowing limbs, things like that. Miss Cox was very insistent on that, as well as some of our other sponsors."

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>>4384
>Orion relaxes a little.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. But I'm glad you guys are being ethical about this."

>He puts his hand on Madeleine's shoulder. He smiles, playfully.

"And it's good that you listen to Madeleine. Don't ask her about her interests though. They're very bad."


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 No.4345[Reply]

>Date: November 1st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown District
>Time: 10:08 AM

>Billowing smoke curdles around the molten wreckage of large semi trucks and cars, the collateral damage of a series of coordinated slices. A faint gleam of silver shines through the amorphous mass of charged smoke - only for a discharge of air pressure to rupture the rest of the smoke away.

>A tall figure in dark armor shifts their position, with one hand on their hip, and the other hoisting a large silver broadsword over their shoulder. A shimmering combination of obsidian black and ruby red armor covers the figure from head to toe - with a flowing mane of seemingly supernatural hair protrudes from their helmet.

>Nearby MRD agent are either completely knocked out, or struggling to rise to their feet - attempting to radio for backup.

"Christ, where do these fucking maniacs come from?!"

>An MRD agent coughs up blood as they struggle to pull themselves further behind the wreckage of a MRD hovercraft vehicle. Muttering to themselves, they tap a set of buttons on the side of their helmet, sending a remote SOS signal back to the nearest precinct.

"HQ, this is Agent Phi-312 of MRD Bravo Squad. My entire contingent is neutralized - subject in question is an unidentified superhuman, humanoid in structure - wearing knight armor. Target doesn't fit any standard demonstrations of Meta-Human abilities. No distinct energy signatures. No physical strain when using their abilities. Nothing."
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 No.4375

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>>4374
>As Scalar's supernatural lightning bolt connects with Dragoon's internal magical energy core - reality immediately begins to buckle under the conceptual weight and force of the interaction. Two primal forces of creation begin violently clashing within Dragoon's body, causing its humanoid armored form to begin rapidly convulsing and expanding.

>Dragoon screams with the dual cadence of both Aiden and Phoebe's voices, before it reverts into a singular alien and inhuman cadence - that of an extra-dimensional and conceptual parasitic being. Soon, the figure known as Dragoon begins to rapidly mutate back into its humanoid transparent grey form as a faceless parasite - an Effigy.

>The Effigy, screaming in pain as it continues getting torn apart by the reaction, begins shouting:

"All I wanted was to stabilize myself! I just needed your power! ARRGGHHHHH!!!!!"

>The Effigy, fully overloaded by the force of the impending conceptual annihilation event, then acts in a form of instinctual self-preservation. It warps itself and the force overcoming it - disappearing from this plane of existence, leaving nothing behind.

 No.4376

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>>4375
>As the white light dies down and fades away, Mosaic lowers his blade and turns to look at Hyperia. Nodding at her slightly and slowly, he then says:

"…..Just so you know. I apologize for the snowman incident. The pettiness wasn't a good look, and I'm sorry for that sis."

>Hyperia slowly gives a wide smile as she replies:

"….I should be the one sorry about locking you in a closet. I had a lot to prove, but you weren't the one who needed convincing of that. So I'm sorry too little brother."

>Narrowing his eyes behind his helmet lense, Mosaic then says:

"….Little? We were born at the same time!"

>Hyperia scoffs lightly, still smirking as she says:

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 No.4377

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>>4376
>Location: Sanctuary City - Residential Sector
>Time: 5:00 PM

"That should be all. I've swept the area twice to ensure that the residual memetostrain of the Effigy parasite is scrubbed from existence."

>Isaac says, as he looks on and sees the rest of Aiden and Phoebe's family continuing to eat their food at the backyard cookout. Aiden, Phoebe and Stella are talking to Isaac, as Jonah, Kira, Jason and Silas are busy talking and eating in the distance.

"Thanks for showing up on short notice for this, Isaac. I wasn't sure if we did a good enough job of wiping the Effigy out."

>Isaac looks at Stella and gives her a proud smile, looking down at his tome for a moment and scanning it as he continues to speak.

"You did exceptionally well given the circumstances, Stella. The gravimetric singularity spell in particular was a nice touch. Containing the effigy using a magical spell that you knew Aiden and Phoebe didn't have experience handling - was a demonstration of quick thinking and tactical prowess."

>Stella feels her cheeks turn red at the praise, causing Aiden to cross his arms and rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses. Phoebe catches the motion and begins teasing him, saying:
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 No.4379

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>>4377
>Isaac looks at Aiden and Phoebe again, with his expression changing from slight shock, towards understanding. He then closes his eyes and then opens them again, stating:

"I understand Aiden, Phoebe. But still, I want both of you to know."

>Opening his eyes, Isaac stares intently at both Aiden and Phoebe, looking between them as his gaze softens with a hint of sadness in it.

"…You're not being held to a standard that you have to abide by. Unlike me, you don't have a job that you're ordained by destiny to fulfill. Never allow yourself to feel crushed by the weight of an unnecessary burden. I don't want either of you to become like me - someone who never even got to see his own parents before they….."

>Isaac then closes his eyes once more, rubbing his temples, as he then feels two hands on his two shoulders. Opening his eyes in surprise, he looks up to see Aiden and Phoebe standing on either side of him, each of them giving a warm smile as they each speak.

"Believe me, Isaac. We've both got a litany of mistakes that we've made, mistakes that we'd do anything to undo."

>Aiden says, as Phoebe looks at Isaac and continues speaking:

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 No.4381

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>>4379
>Aiden then looks at Stella, leaning in to give her another kiss on the mouth as he then says:

"I guess the difference between me and him for the longest time…was that he had something that he was willing to fight for - tooth and nail. Something that wasn't just 'being a great hero' - even if he would never admit it, I'm sure."

>Stella then flushes red in her cheeks this time, as she then flicks a finger at Aiden's cheek and states:

"I'm going to go get some food and talk to the others. Don't take too long."

>She then turns and nods to both Phoebe and Isaac, smiling, as she then turns to walk towards the table in the distance where the other Graysons are talking.

>Aiden then sighs and smiles, looking at Stella as she leaves. Phoebe walks up beside him, asking:

"So, still mad at yourself for striking out with Hiyuki?"

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 No.307[Reply]

>Personal Log, 03.01.17:

"This city is sick, rotting from the inside as parasites from above and below suck it dry, causing the wounds to fester, to burst, leaving behind cancerous growths that weaken its fiber even more.

The people are blind to this, blind to the depravity hidden below the surface, but I, I am aware, and I know now how to cleanse this city. The answer is so simple now that I see it. . .

The city needs a butcher, someone willing to cut off the tumors, and I am that person, I have been chosen.

My friend comes to me at night, they chose me because I understand now, because my eyes have been opened. Because I have seen the message of my counterpart in the sanctuary.

One day, I hope that my work will be complete, but it is not, so my righteous task continues. . ."
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 No.4073

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>>4072
>Mr Moench leads the two detectives off to the side to a small office, barely big enough to fit the three of them, locking the door behind them.

“So, detectives, what’dya need to ask about?”

“You seen the news today, Mr Moench?”

“You on about those horrible murders? You don’t think that was me do you?”

>The younger detective shakes his head, indicating for Mr Moench to calm down with a hand gesture.

“Nothing like that Mr Moench, we assure you, we just think the murderer might’ve used something from your store as a murder weapon.”

>The colour drains from Mr Moench’s face/

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 No.4074

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>>4073
>Ellie’s Apartment, Brooklyn

>Ellie stumbles into the apartment as she opens the front door with her shoulder, having gone to get some groceries on the way home from her therapy appointment, her other hand occupied with her phone as she holds it against her ear, listening to her voicemail:

“Hey Ellie, it’s me, Sam, hope this is still your number. Just phoning because I’m heading back to the city soon, and. . . I know we left things off in an awkward spot back in the day, but I would like to. . . just call and text me if you get this, ok Ellie? I want to see you again.”

>As the message finishes, Ellie puts her shopping bag down, locking her door, and goes to phone the number back, only to stop as the lighting in the room dims once again.

“I have found new targets, you need to prepare.”

“It’s not night time yet, it’s not your time yet.”

>The disembodied voice scoffs.

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>>4074
>Longbow Hunting Supplies, Brooklyn

>An unmarked police car carefully pulls in across the road from the Longbow’s workshop, its two occupants getting out as the shadows start to lengthen around them.

>Checking his watch, the older detective gives the younger one a quizzical look.

“You sure they’ll still be open?”

“I am, I phoned ahead when we got back to the office and the owner said he was having to keep it open for something anyway.”

“Looks like we might be lucky then, I should take a flight to Vegas.”

>The two reach the door of the workshop, with the younger man giving it a knock.

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 No.4352

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>>4351
“Kid!”

>The older detective dives into the younger man, taking him out just in time for the bolt to miss, cutting his cheek open but otherwise avoiding any major damage, the bolt itself piercing into the brickwork.

“Thanks. . .”

“No time for that kid, look!”

>The older man points over at the higher level, where a cloaked figure stands, holding their arm out to aim a crossbow at the younger detective. Shaking their head in annoyance, they lower their arm and turn around, their cloak covering up the rest of their features, and jump off the level to the bottom floor, running over to the building’s back entrance.

“Looks like this was the place. . . you go ahead, I’ll call in backup - we’ll need it.”

“Right. . . yeah. . . got it.”

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 No.4353

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>>4352
>Slowing down for a moment to catch his breath, the younger detective looks over to see he’s rapidly losing the cloaked figure, and swears under his breath, speeding up to a sprint again.

“I swear, if this is a Meta. . .”

>The figure turns a corner and runs down another alley, and the detective follows them, only to see that they’re scrambling up a fire escape to get away.

>Running towards the bottom of it, the detective jumps up some nearby trash and debris and leaps towards it with all his might, managing to grab onto the ladder with a painful thud before pulling himself up, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Come on, hard part’s over. . .”

>Looking up, the detective sees the figure disappear over the edge of the building and rushes over to the ladder of the fire escape, climbing up each storey until he makes it to the top of the frame, having to stop as a large gap between him and the roof of the building remains.

>Looking over the side of the building, the man jumps up, grabbing onto a brick that’s slightly out of place, and pulling himself further and further up, until he ends up lifting himself over the side of the roof.

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 No.4273[Reply]

>Date: October 20th, 2017
>Time: 12:18pm

>Location: Sanctuary City - Industrial District

>In a dingy alley of the industrial district, a young woman in brightly coloured clothes kneels down next to a wall, reaching into her jacket.

>Carefully pulling a small bottle of a red liquid from her coat, the woman carefully removes the top of the liquid and takes a glove off, revealing a tattoo on her hand in the shape of a moon, a single open eye contained within the centre of it.

>With the bottle opened and her hand exposed, the woman puts a finger in it, coating her fingertip with the liquid, which she then places on the wall, slowly tracing to draw a symbol onto the wall, which fades away once it's complete.

>With a satisifed sigh of relief, the woman closes the bottle again and places it into her pocket, standing back up again.

>Turning around, the woman freezes in place as she notices another woman looking over her.

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 No.4340

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>>4336
>Time: 1:01pm

>Location: The Oval Office, The White House, Washington D.C.

>Maxmilla Montanus stands in the middle of the Oval Office, her arms crossed, opposite from the Resolute Desk. Behind her, to her right, a stern woman with long red hair stands, watching every move in the room. Sitting at the desk is the President himself, flanked by an older general and a younger officer in a dress uniform, the pair sharing a resemblance to each other despite the difference in age and gender.

"I can assure you, President Underwood, that the latest statements out of our country are simply posturing, the Magistrissa is barely an adult, she will back down if things get too serious. However-"

>Maximilla glances over her shoulder at the red headed woman for a second, narrowing her eyes, then turns back to the president.

"-I would recommend that you tell your allies on Isla del Oesta to tone down their activities, lest the eyes of the world focus on them too much."

>The president is silent, then nods.

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>>4340
>Bella Blake (Senior) doesn't move from her position, instead sticking to the side

"Hardly, George, you need to reign in your Oestan dogs now, before things escalate into a serious conflict, when Major Hind hears-"

"Why should we be beholden to the word of a disgraced peacekeeper?"

>The interjection comes from the general, only for President Underwood to wave him off.

"Calm, general, E.Y.E. simply wants the same as us, peace and stability. Besides, the expansion to H.O.M.E.L.A.N.D. wouldn't be able to happen without their generous funding."

>Looking back to Bella, President Underwood gives her a classic campaign smile.

"I will talk to the Oestan government, Bella, and if things get too serious, I'll take this to congress and see about intervening - in the name of peace, of course."

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 No.4342

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>>4341
>With everyone else gone, President Underwood makes his way over to the door, and peaks outside to the secret service agent at the door.

"Ah, Jerry, could you make sure I'm not disturbed for the next thirty minutes, I need some time to decompress after all these meetings."

"Of course, Mr President."

>The agent nods and the president locks the door, moving to the centre of the presidential seal and kneeling down.

"My Lord. . ."

>Reality melts away around the president, leaving only a black void as does the president's form itself, revealing the form of a woman with feline features below it.

". . .the seeds have been planted."

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 No.4343

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>>4342
>Time: 1:01pm
>Location: Sanctuary City - Industrial District

>Along the route where Orion and Selene previously ran, a slender white-haired woman, with a very similar build and look to Anne-Marie, stabs into one of the skeletal creatures that was chasing the pair earlier, causing it to collapse into a pile of rocky bones.

>Turning around, the woman sees several more of the cretures turning around a corner to head to her, having clearly identified her as a threat of some kind.

>Shifting her stance, the woman points her sword at the nearest one, taking a defensive stance ready for it to engage her, only for it to burst into a plume of blue flame as the one at the back is stabbed by a greatsword, a red-headed woman in full plate armour stepping over the smoldering corpse, the other skeletons bursting into similar flames as she walks past.

"I appreciate the help, friend, but I had it. . . covered, as you say."

>The red-headed knight pauses.

"I'm sure you did, but this way is faster."
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 No.4344

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>>4343
>Between-Space

>Selene Whately stretches as she walks into a room in the void, various books scattered about along the "floor", and falls back onto a chair set up in the area, letting out a sigh of relief as she relaxes.

"That was a close one. . . I nearly died and got saved by one of the worst people to find out about what I was doing. . . oh!"

>Selene jumps up, moving over to a floating map of Sanctuary City, and takes out a permanent marker, tracing along the map until she finds the spot where she drew the symbol earlier, which she marks with an X.

"One down. . . a lot to go. . . but it's progress. . ."

>Putting the pen away, Selene walks over to another part of her section of void, and takes off her glove, revealing her tattoo, which she holds up in the air.

"In the name of the Night Mother, I, the servant of the Harbinger, call upon my sisters in this hour of dawn. . ."

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 No.4212[Reply]

>Date: October 30th, 2017
>Time: 9:06am

>Location: Meta-Gen Solutions, Sanctuary City - Financial District

>Some corporations within Sanctuary City have impressive campuses with multiple buildings, with dedicated building and offices for research and development. Other ones have much more humble footprints, Meta-Gen Solutions is one such corporation. Operating out of building that was clearly impressive when the corporation was founded decades prior, the business offers little available to the general public, instead acting primarily as a Meta-Human focused genetics research company.

>Deep within the bowels of the corporate headquarters, below ground level, are the corporation's American labs, each one dedicated to a different project, creating an underground "settlement" of research and development.

>Within one of the older labs, under the illumination of an old flourescent tube that can barely light up the room, a small woman with long black hair works away at a microscope, observing a sample under it. After a few moments of observation, the woman lets out a groan of annoyance and leans back away from scope, the change in position revealing a set of bags under her eyes.

>As the woman leans back, the door to the lab opens and a blonde-haired man enters, letting out a small chuckle as he sees the woman.

"Still no luck with the stabilizing agent?"

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>>4330
>Arachnid flinches ever so slightly at the mention of Dana Desmond's name. Sighing quietly, he then says to her:

"Yeah, I've learned not to trust people on the outside. It's the mess within that counts, unfortunately."

>Crossing his arms, he then states:

"Well, if Archeon and Meta-Gen are out, I'm not sure how many places are left. Maybe UP I guess? Maybe that could work."

>Arachnid says this, as his face unintentionally blushes behind his helmet, as he thinks of his redheaded 'associate' once more.

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>>4331
"There's plenty out there, Valkyrie has a fairly extensive one if you're willing to move out of the US, or you could always go up to Canada if you want to leave the country but don't want to go that far, they've always got work available."

>Morgan shrugs.

"But you don't need to worry about that, you're. . . what, 17? 18? Judging by how you talk. You've got years before you need to be properly considering it, a lot can change between now and then."

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>>4335
>Looking at Morgan with genuine gratitude in his eyes behind his mask, as he exhales a breath he didn't even know that he was holding.

"….Thank you, genuinely. I don't know if I've ever been given that straightforward of an answer to a question before. I'm surrounded by a bunch of smart, but also frankly maniacal people."

>Thinking to himself, he then looks back up at Morgan, an appreciative tone layering the cadence of his voice as he says:

"I know I can't ask you for a letter of recommendation after helping you restabilize a man's genome in real time - but it's the thought that genuinely counts."

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>>4337
"I'd be happy to give you one, but you'd need to tell me who you are for that - and I'm not about doxx a kid. . ."

>Morgan sighs.

"God I sound old saying that. . ."

>Morgan chuckles.

"That's what I get for not wanting to throw someone into-"

>Morgan is interrupted by a loud wrenching sound from the machine as something starts expanding within it, breaking the confines of the container and hitting against the sides of the machine.

>The sound stops for a moment, but is then replaced by a loud thud of something hard hitting the metal, then another, until a hole appears on the side, a single rocky hand poking through it and wrenching it apart violently - granting enough space for the thing within to emerge.

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>>4338
>Looking up at the large geomorphic form of the man now standing before him, Arachnid then says:

"….Well, you're looking pretty rock solid, I'll say."

>Silence fills the room for a moment as Arachnid then says:

"Sorry, I had to."

>Shifting his stance to appear more eased up, Arachnid then says:

"You're alive, if that helps. I'm not sure if this is all we can do - I'll try and see if we can…"

>Looking back at Morgan for a moment, Arachnid then says:

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 No.4125[Reply]

>Date: October 27th, 2017
>Time: 12:22pm

>Location: Sanctuary City - Financial District

>A non-descript man in a corporate suit walks through one of the plazas of Sanctuary City's financial district, his relaxed attitude and direction indicating he has recently started his lunch break. Despite the suit he's wearing being tailored, minor scuffs and damage around the edges indicate that the man doesn't work in any kind of position to afford to constantly maintain or replace suits. As the man walks along, the various screens in the plaza play broadcasts from different news organisations, providing around the clock coverage across the globe:

"Despite beating incubent President Underwood on a manifesto promising an end to what some now dub 'the Meta-Human crisis', President Abbott's term has been wracked by a series of attacks, in particular focused on Sanctuary City, leaving many analysts speculating that today's speech will serve as announcement of new, stricter policies around. . ."

"Call them what they are, Donna, they're vigilantes, some of them might style themselves as 'heroes' but the real heroes are the men and women in our emergency services. . ."

"With more and more dictatorships appearing every year, some are questioning if the time has come for the US to take a more proactive. . ."

>The man continues his walk, taking a turn to head down an alleyway, his confidence in it indicating that this route is one he's taken hundreds of times before.

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 No.4207

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>>4205
>>4206
>A few minutes later, the MRD arrives on the scene, helping to clear out the remaining rubble and debris in the area - after Eidolus had already repaired most of the damage. As MRD personnel quickly arrive on the scene, moving to assist the survivors and search for corpses - Mobius walks into the area.

"………."

>The MRD Director has a permanent frown on his face, as he weighs the significance of the damage in the area surrounding him. He can sense the fading heat signatures of the dead, and hear the pained cries of the survivors. Recognizing the traumatic nature of their experience, he attempts to speak to different survivors and offer reassurances wherever he can.

>After talking to various survivors of the incident, Mobius then stands by himself in the open, continuing to watch the MRD agents work around him.

["You feel that this incident is a direct result of your own inability to preemptively anticipate the unknowable, Director."]

>Out loud, Mobius then says:

"You know that the unknowable can still be mitigated against, Aion. You don't need to show sympathy towards me. This is my responsibility."
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 No.4208

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>Time: 12:40pm
>Location: The Oval Office, The White House, Washington D.C.

>President Underwood sits behind the Resolute desk, fixing up his tie and making notes of the cameras around the room as he prepares for his later address. Looking down, he brings out a stack of notes given to him by his press team, reading through them and making his own mental notes.

>As the president goes through his routine, a member of the secret service makes his way over and whispers into his ear.

"We're getting reports that all of the M.R.D. precincts across the country have gone dark. . ."

"An attack? Today?"

"It appears so, sir, or it could be a communications failure of some kind, but I would rather be safe. . ."

"Understood."

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>>4208
>The group steps back for a moment, surprised at the presence of someone within the room, before one of secret service agents takes out his gun, aiming it at the woman.

"Mr President, get back!"

>With a roll of her eyes, the woman stands up and stretches.

"Guess we're doing it the hard way then. . ."

>Kneeling down, the woman grins, taking a position to pounce, then leaps forward at an impressive speed, changing her direction slightly as the secret service agents take out their guns and start firing at her.

>Reaching the first agent, the woman grabs him by the throat and slams him down into the ground, knocking him out in one hit, then looks at the second one, who fires a shot right at the woman.

>As the bullet seems to make contact with the woman, it simply flies through her, and the man feels a tap on his shoulder.

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 No.4210

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>>4209
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown District
>Time: 1:01 PM

>In a nearby alleyway off the side city's main streets - a group of the various vigilantes gather to discuss the current situation.

"So now all the MRD's being hit across all their precincts? Was this entire thing coordinated from the start?"

>Hyperia says in confusion, and with a bit of annoyance in her voice as she taps a brick in the wall, causing it to crumple into dust.

>Scalar shrugs as he begins reading through the various notes that he's taken during the event - flipping through pages faster than most people can even perceive his movements.

"Not sure, it might be a coordinated attack, though I'm not certain if the escaped Meta-Human criminals were working in tandem with those 'Horsemen'."

>Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Mosaic then shakes his head, stating:
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 No.4211

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>Time: 4:00pm
>Location: The Oval Office, The White House, Washington D.C.

>President Underwood straightens himself as he sits at the Resolute desk, the cameras beginning to roll as he does - a stern look his face the entire time.

"My fellow Americans, I sit before you with the situation changed dramatically from what it was when I planned this address, a situation in which many of you are likely mourning. . ."

>The President is silent for a few seconds, a look of sadness on his face, the message from the gesture being that he mourns alongside those who have lost people.

". . .and I recognize that many of you may believe that I have failed, a belief that is entirely reasonable. You, the American people, elected me on a platform of bringing order to the chaos that our great country has fallen into, yet you are seeing the opposite."

"Many of you will be wondering how this could have happened today, a question that I myself am asking. But more of you will be asking what I. . . what your government is going to do to prevent this from happening again. And that, my fellow Americans, is why I sit before you today. . ."

>The President is silent for a brief moment, catching his breath.

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 No.4096[Reply]

>Date: October 25th, 2017
>Time: 11:35 AM

>MRD agents slowly open their eyes, feeling a stuffiness in their helmets. The smell of burning soot and smoke seemingly occupies their lungs, contorting into a numbing, perpetually distasteful stinging in their nostrils.

"….Where's the unidentified Meta-Human?!"

"No visual signal, likely bulldozed past the blockade."

>Slowly rising to their feet, the MRD agents then look around, coughing heavily as their helmets actively attempt filtration of the air. Large black clouds of smoke and soot hang around them, a dark veil that marks the devastation of their prepared blockade formation. Large armored tanks have been melted in half, with entire support barricades being vaporized.

>Miraculously, none of the actual MRD agents have been severely injured - though they've been incapacitated all this while.

"How long were we out, agent?"

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>>4119
>Tarantula thinks long about his options, weighing them through gritted teeth. Then after around a minute of slow pacing, he then finally turns around to face Dana.

"…..Fine. I can accept that even if I did manage to find the proof of what you did - all it would do is cause immense social unrest - and it would put innocent people in even more danger."

>Dana, with a satisfied smug look on her face, then gestures to Daniel, saying:

"If you would be a dear and help me carry my 'intoxicated' husband? I believe he was out for a night of uncharacteristically heavy drinking."

>Looking at her with anger and hatred, Tarantula then says:

"You better pray that I don't tell Damian the truth - ever."

>Dana then confidently walks up to Tarantula and taps him on the cheek, stating:

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 No.4121

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>>4120
>Date: October 27th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Archeon Complex
>Time: 12:00 PM

"…………"

>Joshua sits in his new office as head of the department of molecular biology. As one of the two major aspects of the biotechnology division of Archeon - his new position affords him a significant degree of executive power. Wearing his black executive coat, he carefully parts his white hair as he looks into the mirror.

"……."

>He then hears a knock on the door, and says:

"It's open. You can come in."

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 No.4122

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>>4121
>Dana slowly walks into the large office space, an amused smile on her face as she says:

"Can't your colleague ask how your first day as an executive has been? Remember, I'm not your boss anymore, Joshua. I'm your colleague now."

>Raising an eyebrow, Joshua watches as Dana then gives a dismissive gesture as she walks around the room, saying:

"Why do I get the feeling that was always part of your plan?"

>Walking over to a nearby table, Dana takes one of the red wine bottles and opens it up - pouring herself a glass before effortlessly shaking it with her wrist motions.

"Well you're a grown man, Joshua. You can make your own decisions can't you? As a man in your late 20s. You don't need the guidance of others to set you on a proper path, no?"

>Smelling the aroma of the wine, Dana then takes a sip - savoring the taste as she puts the glass down.

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>>4122
>Joshua raises an eyebrow as he says:

"No, but I'm sure the psychological gaslighting, emotional manipulation, blackmail and bribery more than made up for it."

>Rolling her eyes, Dana then states:

"A means to an end, and nothing more. As I have been trying to teach you all these years."

>Leaning against the table, Dana continues shaking her glass with her wrist slowly. As she does so, she gives Joshua a wistful expression as she states:

"Do you know why I picked you to be my assistant, Joshua?"

>Joshua narrows his eyes as he continues to cross his arms across his coat jacket.

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 No.4124

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>>4123
>Turning back to face Joshua, she then tosses the drink to the ground as it shatters - walking towards him.

"What are you doing-"

>Joshua then stops talking, as Dana stands right in front of him - holding out her hand to show him a small device in her palm.

"What is that?"

>Dana, still looking directly at Joshua, immediately begins speaking to him in a neutral tone of voice, fully demonstrating her complete control over her actions.

"A little something I swiped from a Eukaryon-based lab, when I was still in captivity and replaced by Mirage's clone."

>Tossing the device on the ground, Dana watches calmly as it slowly grows into a large technological structure.

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 No.4053[Reply]

>Date: October 21st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Archeon Incorporated
>Time: 12:00 PM

"….There, that should do it."

>Jay finishes up the last modifications to the machinery inside of the Archeon Hangar Bay area. As he places the last metallic plate back onto the side of the battery pack - he takes a step back to admire his work.

"….Not bad. Faster than expected too."

>The energy generator, a prototype of a next generation Archeon-based design, stands at around 10 feet tall, with large electronic circuitry components and tubing interlocking between different switches and gateway elements. After taking a moment to admire his handiwork, Jay then feels his phone buzzing inside of his jacket.

"……."

>Taking it out, he sees a text message from Mariah, asking him if he's available to talk. As he's about to give a reply, he then hears a voice call out from behind him.
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 No.4091

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>>4090
>Location: The Prism
>Time: 9:30 PM

>As Mosaic continues writing physics equations on the holographic board in front of him, he looks over his head at Spectra, asking her:

"He can also control light, I assume? Since you mentioned his electromagnetic powers."

>Nodding, Spectra sits on a nearby chair, watching as Mosaic continues writing entire pages' worth of equations on said holographic board.

"Yeah. I've seen him produce light beams before."

>Mosaic then asks in response:

"Any limit on the size of his light projection abilities? Speed? Intensity?"
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 No.4092

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>>4091
>Date: October 22nd, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Archeon Complex
>Time: 11:00 AM

>The next day, Aiden is sitting in his office, finishing up on some work at Archeon - when he gets a message.

"Yes, Stella? Did something happen?"

>From the phone system on his desk, Aiden can hear Stella's voice as she states:

"Actually, no. There's something else. You've got some visitors. I'm going to send them up."

>Noting the message, Aiden then replies:

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 No.4093

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>>4092
>Neil hesitates for a moment as he looks at his wife, giving her the cue to apply a more pathos-oriented argument forward.

>Looking at Neil for a moment, Alice then turns to face Aiden, still maintaining her warm smile and composure as she says:

"We've never outlined this to the public, after the experiment that gave us our powers…But those who we thought were killed during the laboratory experiment - they may have instead been transported to another dimension."

>Neil then interjects, looking at Aiden as he says:

"As a matter of curiosity, Aiden - have you looked into our research regarding the theoretical Null Zone before?"

>Aiden nods slowly, feigning partial ignorance in order to not arouse suspicion.

"Of course, Mr. Robinson. Though I've only had the time to briefly look over you and your wife's work. I was interested by the proposed theory of mass inversion that you brought up."

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 No.4094

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>>4093
>Aiden then looks at both Neil and Alice, as a thought crosses his mind. Considering it for a moment, he then says to them both:

"Mr. Robinson? Have you and your wife experienced any issues with your experimental setup for this week?"

>Nodding, Neil then says:

"Unfortunately, yes. Our research transports have been attacked multiple times on our way here to Sanctuary City. I assume that it's attempted sabotage by some unsavory party."

>Alice then smiles as she states:

"Though it was nothing that the two of us couldn't handle ourselves, was it?"

>Smiling back at his wife, Neil then replies:

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 No.4095

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>>4094
>Aiden then looks at both Neil and Alice as he says:

"I suppose then you'd believe that Archeon has some way to contact these vigilantes. Or at the very least, they're more likely to arrive quickly if the surrounding area is attacked."

>Nodding, Neil then states:

"Precisely. We're not insinuating about any potential connection between Archeon and the vigilantes - but that correlative factor of response time, combined with Archeon's resources and funding - make it the perfect venue for us to conduct our longer term research."

>Alice then leans forward, saying:

"So essentially, we'd like to become long term collaborative partners with Archeon - even if that means working out of Sanctuary City for the duration of our experimental work."

>Aiden thinks about the suggestion for a few seconds, before nodding his head and holding out his hand, stating:

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>Somewhere under Chicago.

>A rat scurries along a walkway, its fur slick and wet from having been in the sewage water it now runs by. Stopping for a moment, it leans on its back legs and sniffs the air. . .

>As the rat's nose twitches, it suddenly has to jump out of the way as a foot slams down next to it, a second foot soon following it as a teenage girl runs past it, dragging along a teenage boy behind her.

>After a few more strides, the boy stumbles slightly, nearly tripping up the girl before she recovers and shifts her weight to partially take some of his weight too.

"Come on, we're nearly there, don't you want to get away from those bastards?"

>Several voices echo down the tunnel, and the girl turns back, a red circle glowing her eyes as she does.

"Fuck. . ."

>Parts of the girl's hair begin to glow.
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>>4047
>Star ignores Cardinal's comment, instead focusing on T.J.'s armour summoning.

"So how do you, like, pee in that thing?"

"Star, you can't just ask him how he pees in it, that's weird."

"Yeah well I want my own one, I gotta know how it works."

>Still perched on her spot, Kei addresses Cardinal.

"Is it alright if they stay here a few hours? I just sent a message for pickup but it's gonna take a while."

 No.4049

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>>4048
>Cardinal looks at Kei for a moment, before nodding, stating:

"The site's officially marked as destitute, so no issues there."

>Walking towards the edge of one of the windows, Cardinal then says:

"The suit absorbs waste material through the osteomuscular extracellular connective tissue in his body. Breaks it down and converts it into energy and actually useful matter."

>Cardinal says as he examines the outside of the windows - ensuring that nobody's tracked them.

"How else do you think the suit managed to disappear and reappear so quickly? It's stored as a picotech complex in the marrow of his bones."

>Kuiper looks down in surprise as he says:

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>>4049
>Kei is silent for a moment, the thought lingering on her head.

"That's why they have to be volunteers for it, K.W., I can't put them in danger if they don't want to do it. . ."

>Kei mulls over the thoughts more for a moment.

"Still, I think, if they have the ability to, it's right for them to help."
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>Several hours later.

>Carpenter Mansion, Northern Chicago

>The car sent to pick the group up from the warehouse pulls into a courtyard within the grounds of mansion, the doors opening automatically to let the occupants out, the darkened windows having protected their identities from any onlookers.

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>>4050
>Slowly moving out of the car, Kuiper looks around in surprise - taking in the large expanse of wealthy area before him.

"Woah….This place is huge! I knew North Chicago was full of wealthy people but…."

>Moving out of the car from the other side, Faraday walks over beside Kuiper and says:

"I hear ya. If this were any other situation, my guard would way higher."

>Looking around, he then adjusts his gloves and his rolled up jacket sleeves as he states:

"Still, I'm willing to give it a shot - if you guys are."

>Kuiper looks down at his armored gloved hands for a moment, opening and closing his fingers as he says:

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>>4051
>Before the two reach the doors, they open up, and a man steps through, leaning on a cane as he walks forward.

>Stopping as he sees the gathered people, the man grins for a moment and nods.

"Well, you need work, but I think theres the start of something here."

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