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 No.2165[Reply]

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 No.4657[Reply]

>Location: ???
>Time: ???

>A flock of chickens bursts through an ornate wooden door, scattering out onto a gilded and marble-paved street, soon being followed by a pair of children - a brown-haired boy and a blonde-haired girl.

>In his position leading the pair, the boy shouts at one of the chickens lagging behind the others, causing it to panic and rush off in a different direction, leaving a path of chaos behind it.

>Turning back, the boy holds out a hand for the girl.

“Come on! They’ll catch us if you don’t hurry up!”

>Running at a much slower pace, the girl carefully avoids the debris from the chickens, her caution being fuelled by the fact that both of her hands are occupied with cradling a decorated tome of some kind. Still, as she reaches the boy she takes his hand, making sure to hold onto the book even more tightly with her free hand.

“You know I’m not as fast as you, Pontus!”

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 No.4664

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>>4663
>Stephanie folds the letter up, and slots it back in her envelope.

{"Sounds like we got a letter meant for someone else. Odd. That shouldn't happen normally."}

>Stephanie lets go of the letter, and it remains stationary in the air next to her. She bends over and picks up the creature, turning it to face her.

"Looks like you and I need to find the person you were meant for, Clumsy."

>The letter next to her begins to glow softly, indicating that Stephanie has begun magically tracing where the letter came from and where it's intended destination is.

 No.4665

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>>4664
>The creature, now dubbed "Clumsy", blinks at Stephanie and then coughs, blinking again with no indication of any thought behind its eyes.

>The spell leads in two directions, unsurprisingly, with the source leading into the realm of Godspace, an odd location for a letter to be sent from, particularly as the intended direction for it appears to be on Earth, the North Pole specifically, where a lone, hooded figure sits in the frigid wind, awaiting something.

>A figure that Stephanie would recognise as belonging to a member of the terrorist group known as the MHA, if she kept up with the news, of course.

 No.4666

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>>4665
"A letter to Earth, huh? Now I'm really curious."

>She takes the letter, and then causes it to vanish. Being stored in some sort of pocket dimension. She looks down at the creature again.

"Ready to go?"

>She pats it on the head once more, as the pair vanish in the blink of an eye.

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>>4666
>Location: North Pole

>As Stephanie and Clumsy re-materialise on Earth, they're immediately hit by the cold winds of the blizzard currently engulfing the area around their destination, the temperature not affecting them despite the inappropriate (or lack of) clothing for the environment.

>Noticing their arrival, the hooded figure "stands" up, floating slightly above the ground as they do.

"I would rather not fight, I'm waiting for something, and would prefer to have all of my energy for when it arrives. So i'll ask politely. . ."

>The figure holds out a spiked sword, pointing it at Stephanie.

"Leave."

>As this happens, Clumsy sits down on the ground.

 No.4668

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>>4667
>Stephanie looks unbothered, barely giving the sword anything more than a quick glance.

"Was this what you were waiting for?"

>She holds up her hand, and the envelope appears in it.


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 No.4560[Reply]

>Date: November 4th, 2017
>Time: 8:04 AM [Relative]
>Location: Unknown Base

>The interior halls of the mechanically constructed stronghold continue to buckle under the pressure and seismic force being exerted in the training areas. As the intensity of the forces continues to ramp up, the buckling and groaning of the nanite-reinforced metals continues to increase, the pitching whines and groans of the material getting louder and louder.

"That's enough, Sophus."

>A figure in a black bodysuit and faint orange light, draped in an ornate and elaborate cloak, simply stares down from his position high above a metallic scrap - looking over their target with interest. The man down below, wearing a simple skin-tight black bodysuit and wearing a stylish chrome helmet with sapphire blue lenses, simply sighs as he murmurs to himself.

"The topological effect radius has increased by roughly sixty-seven percent. That alone is insufficient for a full scale operation."

>The hooded figure slowly hovers down to the ground, with the orange light continuing to flare in intensity - now being more clearly visible as supernatural flames. The arcs of the flames sputtering from his hood are obscured by his position, standing off to the side of the helmet-clad man and his line of sight.

"The intention was never to rely solely on you - as I'm certain you've suspected. All I need from you is what any good general needs from their infantry - competence. The ability to follow orders and execute precisely towards your given parameters."
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 No.4652

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>>4651
>Psyker holds out his hands, generating an equally powerful psionic forcefield barrier around himself - beginning to strain against the strength of Omnius's own powers. While he's able to negate some of the psionic barrier shards, more of them pierce his own field of protection - stabbing into his body and giving him a psychosomatic shock.

>Psyker screams in pain, as the unison of the two beings, while permanent, is still unstable. Echoes of his nature as Onslaught begin to surge outward in a blaze of power - jettisoning portions of the shattered reality apart.

"Damn you, vigilante!"

>Shouting, Psyker then opens out his palm and blasts Omnius with a massive surge of psionic power - causing a feedback redirection that crashes into his field.

>Before he can rush forward, another voice appears from the Astral Plane itself.

{"Return at once, Psyker. I grow tired of this weary display of ineptitude."}

>Eyes widening, Psyker's face slowly morphs into one of fear and terror as he says:

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 No.4653

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>>4652
>Omnius looks annoyed behind his helmet.

"Great. Now I can't sense him."

>He lets out a sigh and then vanishes from the Astral Plane.

 No.4654

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>>4653
>Location: Unknown Base

>Psyker remains kneeling at the base of the large platform leading towards the observation panels of the chamber. His mind is silent, reeling from the combined embarrassment of his defeat, and the unrelenting terror that he feels in the presence of his master.

"Your insubordination has nearly cost us the entirety of my design, 'Psyker'. For that transgression alone, I should smite you in a manner that even your Old Testament God would find 'excessive'."

>Psyker closes his eyes behind his helmet and braces himself, only for the attack to never manifest. The danger never comes, yet the harrowing sense of failure and unrelenting shame remains. Feeling a tightening within his throat, Psyker wills himself to gulp as he keeps his breathing steady. Looking up into the waiting eyes of his master, the measly psionic servant quietly begs.

"P…Please master. I wished only to prove my capabilities to you. My worth as a-"

>Infernus holds his hand out, silencing his subordinate, who then remains ever still - paralyzed by fear once more as his master speaks once again.

"As I have stated to Sophus before, I will not repeat the same mistakes that my ignorant counterpart has so shamelessly demonstrated. I will also not burden you with a contrived and grandstanding monologue regarding my intentions; for brevity is the soul of wit - is it not?"

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 No.4655

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>>4654
>Infernus continues walking as he then reaches the main psionics chamber of the underground base - a large underground network of advanced psionic equipment and electronic circuitry, all hotwired towards a large cylindrical container full of glowing purple energy.

>At the foot of the device, is Sophus - meditating in mid-air as the amplifier helmet is still on his head.

"Master. I've done it."

>Sophus says, slowly lowering himself to the ground below as he slowly turns around to face Infernus and Psyker.

"The majority of the Astral Plane energy leaking into reality, has been captured and contained."

>Nodding, Infernus then hears Psyker slowly murmuring to himself as he looks Infernus dead in the eyes - showcasing a look of profound terror of his master, but also sheer disbelief over the conclusion that he has finally reached.

"The others…They were just pawns for you. This whole time. You never intended for them to actually defeat Omnius."

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 No.4656

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>>4655
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown District
>Time: 12:20 PM

>Various MRD troopers and first responders are cooperating to handle the damages caused by the Meta-Human villain attacks, which occurred earlier in the day. As the professionals and some volunteer civilians are working to find injured people and coordinate properly repair - a single lone figure looks over the situation. Draped in a new, red and blue outfit with black accents and white lenses, the vigilante contrasts the dark greys and charcoal blacks of the damaged city streets below them.

"I've gotta say, Mr. Khyber did a really good job with this suit. I'll have to thank you later for the connections, boss."

>Arachnid says to himself under his breath, as he opens and closes his hands, feeling the strong and stylish, but also form fitting nature of the material breathing in air around his muscles. After examining his new costume for a bit longer, Arachnid then sighs as he turns his attention down to the city below.

"…..Still, I really have the worst luck when it comes to undergrad class hours. I guess lunch break's all that I've got to work with then."

>Arachnid is currently porched on top of the edge of a large building, overlooking the damage from afar. His magnified lenses soon inform him of an interesting quirk of the surrounding area - residual traces of energy.

"….Shunted in from another dimension? What? How's that possible?"
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 No.4483[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Location: ???

>An idyllic yet alien rural landscape stretches out across rolling hills, lit with a golden light from a setting sun, its comforting presence slowly dipping below the horizon.

>Within one of the fields, a lone green-haired woman sits among a collection of bright, pastel-coloured flowers, writing down notes as she mutters to herself.

“. . .majority of plant life doesn’t follow. . . no native fauna. . .”

>After making several notes, the woman sighs and takes a crystalline object from her belt, touching it.

“Still being blocked by an outside source. I probably have four. . . maybe five spells left in the chamber - or one big one.”

>Putting the object back on her belt, the woman falls back, lying down and looking up at the sky.

“. . .well, I guess there’s worse places to die. . .”
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 No.4608

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>>4607
"Ah yes, this trick."

>The woman waves her hand, and a twisted set of plants grows up from underneath her, setting up a chair for her to sit on.

"I can escape any time, the Sleeper ensures that. . ."

>The woman sits back in her chair, kicking her legs.

". . .so why not? Well, I'd rather keep you in suspense. . . when will she break out? What will she do when she does? Can I stop paying any mind to her? I do love attention."

>The woman beckons, causing a sunflower to grow out of the ground in front of her.

"It's why I love His eyes most of all."

 No.4609

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>>4608
>Stephanie's voice can be heard all around the woman, though she herself can't be seen.

"Very well. I'll give you attention."

>All over the ground and in the "air" around the woman, tens of millions of eyes of all sizes with inky black irises seem to pop into being, almost like the reverse of a bubble bursting. They all stare directly at her.

"Is this satisfactory, or would you prefer the gaze of your beloved Sleeper? Either way, you're free to try and escape when you wish."

>Stephanie's voice goes silent, having apparently finished speaking. The eyes floating around the woman begin to burst, disappearing as quickly as they arrived and leaving her alone with her sunflower.

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>>4609
>The woman laughs.

"Cute. But I don't need that much attention."

>The woman runs a finger down the sunflower.

"Just a tiny bit, that little bit at the back of your head, a single. Maddening. Amount."

 No.4611

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>>4610
>The silence remains, Stephanie having ceased to speak with the woman. It's likely that she's turned her attention towards something else now.

 No.4612

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>>4611
>The woman chuckles, possibly to herself, possibly to Stephanie.

"I'll see you on that day, Stephanie. . . I'll see you on that day. . ."

>The woman grins to herself, closing her eyes.

"Ya hai kadishtu ep r'luh-eeh Vulthoom eeh, s'uhn-ngh athg li'hee orr'e syha'h. . ."

[The End?]


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 No.4354[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>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.4478

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>>4477
"Maybe they have someone for that already? It could be a good idea to reach out to them and speak to them in less. . . tense circumstances."

>Nodding along to Orion's thoughts, Madeleine adds:

"That might be something your sister knows, or something someone she knows knows. . . what I'm more worried about is why they're down there, you mentioned they took the one man away, what if they're planning some kind of attack?"

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>>4478
"There's gotta be a reason, and someone or something's behind it. I'll ask my sister what she thinks if I can get a hold of her tomorrow."

>Orion looks at Madeleine.

"By the way… I was thinking… if you wanted some time we could go back to the Astral Plane, and maybe we could… practice. It could be fun."

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>>4479
"We could. . ."

>Madeleine looks down at her bandaged arm, then sighs - a long tired sigh.

"Not today though, today's been too long. . . today. . ."

>Madeline looks over at Orion's TV.

". . .today I just want to sit back and watch some crappy seasonal anime that we can rip apart."

 No.4481

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>>4480
"Yeah not today."

>The TV remote hovers over to Orion's hand. He casually tosses it over to Madeleine.

"I'll be nice and let you have the first pick, since you've been through so much today. But you owe me later."

>Orion smiles playfully, then sinks back further in his seat.

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>>4481
"What if I pick something you want to tear apart too? What happens then? Do I still owe you?"

>Madeleine flicks through the options on the TV with the remote before settling on one.

"Oh, Maoumusume has a new season, let's go for that. . ."

[The End]


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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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>>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.

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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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>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>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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>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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>>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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>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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