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 No.728[Reply]

>Date: February 14th, 2017
>Anchorage, Alaska

>T-Minus: 8 Days


>An advanced submarine sits in the harbour of Anchorage, the trim identifying it as the RV Nautilus, the pageantry around it indicating that the vessel hasn't been launched yet.


>Around the ship, operations crew members shift the last of the supplies for its maiden voyage, their movements slightly hampered by the light snow falling all around them. Various dignitaries and other VIPs mull about in the crowd.


>Out of sight of the press and onlookers, a crew member with short brown hair, his uniform identifying him as a member of the engineering department, holds his phone in front of him, talking to someone over video chat.


"I know it's Valentine's Day sweetie, but we're heading out today, and we've put too much into this for me to bail at the last minute. . ."

". . .I'll make it back to you when we get back, it's going to be a couple of weeks at most, ok? See you then, love you. . ."

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 No.733

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>>732
>Tsundue's eyes shift back towards his work station.

"I have never played Poker before. But if we have the time later then yes. I'll play since you asked."

 No.734

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>>733
"Sweet! Maybe we can even find a nice lady for you - I mean, I never see you talking to any. . ."

"Unless your type's someone like the captain or something - which I wouldn't get at all, but if that's your thing, go for it man."

>Another spin of his chair brings Kieran's attention to a flashing light on his console.


"Oh, look's like there's an issue in my sector, I gotta go check that."

>Kieran stands up, grabbing his jacket.


"So I'm gonna go do that. . ."

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>>734
"That would probably be best."

>Tsundue continues to focus on his work.

 No.736

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>>735
"See you in a couple hours then Treng, we're meeting in the canteen after our shift's over."

>Picking up a maintenance kit, Kieran makes his way towards his task. . .


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>Below the Gulf of Alaska

>T-Minus: 7 Days, 7 Hours


>As would be expected, the canteen of the RV Nautilus is a rather small and humble affair, with only enough room to accommodate one shift's worth of crew at a time. Besides the usual expected serving counters, the canteen has several tables set up, one of which has been claimed by several rowdy off-duty crew members, a pack of playing cards stacked in the middle of the table ready for those around to to play a game.


>Among them is Kieran, acting like the life of the party as he looks around.


"Hey, anyone see Treng? He said he'd come along, I wanted him to meet you guys. . ."
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 No.737

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>>736
>Moments later Tsundue enters the room. Having heard Kieran's voice from down the hall he has no trouble locating him.

"Hello everyone."

>He stands near the table, looking down at it.


"Apologies if I'm interrupting."



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 No.604[Reply]

>Date: March 15th, 2017
>Somewhere in the British Countryside

>Two ladies sit at a table, harsh light shining through a large bay window next to it, obscuring their features. At the centre of their table is a chess table, the pieces laid out for the start of a new game.


>One of the ladies picks up her king's pawn, moving it two spaces forward.


"I suppose you've heard about the attack on The Wedge."

>Her opponent responds by moving one of her own pieces.


"Of course, the official stance is that the Meta-Human Alliance did it, but. . ."

>The first lady moves one of her knights forward.


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 No.723

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>>722
"Cash, got it, one minute. . ."

>Blink disappears again, then reappears after a few minutes with a pair of briefcases. Carefully, they place one of them down and open it to reveal its full of unmarked high value bills.


"These should cover your fee for today. . ."

>Blink steps away from the cases to let Cynthia take them.


"But if you're not just worried about money. . . the boss wants to offer a job - they'll even throw in a pardon for you if you want. . ."

 No.724

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>>723
>Cynthia looks shocked for a moment, before picking up cases.

"They can… do that?"

>She hesitates for a moment, before regaining her composure.


"Uh, yeah. Yeah. If they can do that I'll accept."

 No.725

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>>724
"Well. . . when people get rich enough. . . they can kind of just do these things. . ."

>Blink shrugs.


"I don't really fully get it, but it's all above board - apparently."

>Blink looks at the boat for a second.


"Ah, one second, gotta just sort some things with those two, they've got a different way of being paid for this you see. . ."

>Blink disappears and reappears at the boat, speaking to the two passengers left for a few minutes before disappearing with each one individually and reappearing next to Cynthia.


"Now, you ready?"

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 No.726

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>>725
"I've never tried one. I hope that's not a problem."

>Cynthia takes Blink's hand.

 No.727

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>>726
"I meant, like, understanding them. . . never mind. . ."

>The beach disappears, and is replaced with the dusty interior of a mansion, the sudden shift in the wind from the appearance of the pair kicking up some dust.


>Coughing, Blink bats some of the dust away.


"I know it doesn't look like much, but that's just because the boss doesn't like keeping this place up to scratch. . ."

>Blink looks around for a second.


"Brings back bad memories when it's done up, she says. . ."

"Anyway, I'll tell her you accepted, be right back."

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 No.675[Reply]

>March 21st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Downtown Sector
>Time: 12:00 PM

>Large bright flames jet out from the exhaust of a black muscle car - careening across the streets of the mega city. Trails of black tar and mud appear in the wake of the flames - rapidly bubbling into the air as the temperature rises in tandem with the flames.


"Where's he going? We're gonna run outta road at this point!"

"I don't fucking know! Where's the blockade? I ordered a passage block on Graham Street minutes ago!"

>MRD officials continue to bicker in their hovercraft, doing their best to keep pace with the mysterious black car. Seemingly incapable of matching its supernatural speed, the attack vector for the MRD is instead a blockade run at an upcoming street intersection.


"Radio them again, make sure we've got half a dozen APC units blocking the path! Reinforced like I said, given how fast the damn car is going!"

>The MRD official in the passenger seat nods and begins patching in - communicating over the official MRD frequency.

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 No.693

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>>692
>With only 3 Infiltrators remaining, the woman then makes her move to stop them.

>Using the confusion of the air gust, and the subsequent knockback, she then quickly picks up a pair of office chairs with one hand each. Spinning them across their relative sides with her bare palms and at surprising speeds. She then lobs a chair each - at 2 of the remaining Infiltrators, knocking them into nearby desks and knocking them out cold.


>The final Infiltrator, their leader, looks on in nervousness. Brandishing his sword, which seemingly glows with magical energy, he then says:


"Stay back! This is a sword of magical fire! It can render your flesh burned beyond repair-"

"I don't care."

>Walking forward, seemingly without any care in the world, the woman narrows her eyes at the hooded magician - daring him to make a move.


"S-Stay back! I mean it! I will destroy you if you do not give me the artifact I have come here to obtain-"

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 No.694

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>>693
>Nodding, Sun then offers his hand out to Sua, while placing two fingers on his forehead.

"We'll talk more back at the hideout. You haven't been there in a while I'd bet."

>Muttering, Sua crosses her arms as she glares at Sun, stating:


"Gee, I don't have magic, instantaneous teleportation techniques - and instead have to fly around like most demigods have to. What do you think?"

>Sun rolls his eyes as his focus turns closely to the Throat of the World structure.


"As I said, I figured you hadn't been back yet. Your room's just how you left it."

>Scoffing, Sua then takes Sun's gloved hand with her own, stating:


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 No.695

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>>694
>Location: Throat of the World
>Time: 2:00 PM

>Outside in the garden area, Sua finishes picking more fruits from the various plants in the orchard. Looking at the fruit in her hand, she then shrugs and tosses it into a bucket.


{"Still don't see why we can't just make it the faster way. Kitchen items exist, Sun."}

>Walking back inside of the structure, and into the interior lobby - Sua quickly finds her way to the kitchen area. As she arrives, she tosses fruits at her older brother - who catches the bucket with one hand, while attending to some bananas that he's chopping.


"Nice catch."

"Your sarcasm is noted."

>Sighing and rolling her eyes, Sua then takes a seat at the kitchen table - taking a moment to inspect the interior. As Sua observes the somewhat futuristic design, the irony of Sun's cooking approach is not lost on her.

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 No.696

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>>695
>Time: 3:00 PM

>After an hour of eating, talking and general reminiscing, the mood of the room has lightened considerably.


"Wait, wait, wait. You're just letting the guy go? He's merged with Asmodeus's power! A demon lord from Hell!"

>Sun continues eating his sushi with his chopsticks. After finishing his next bite, he then retorts:


"He didn't seem to be in such a problematic state after I defeated him. Hayden was just….unlucky, but I do think he can do some good."

>Sua stares at Sun in disbelief for a moment, flicking her own chopsticks down into her food like miniature spears - before chastising her brother even further.


"Now he's got the power of a literal demon, hellfire and all - and you're just assuming he's gonna go to the MRD and turn himself in? What if he's not a Meta-Human and his Meta-Gene doesn't show up in the scans because of it? What do you think happens to him then? Straight to the Wedge!"

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 No.697

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>>696
>Sun takes a small tiny object out of the interior of his gi and flicks his wrist. Immediately, the object grows into the size of a massive scroll that rolls itself outward - right to the edge of the table where Sua is sitting.

"….Is that Gaihou's summoning scripture? I thought you were never going to use it?"

>Sua then examines the scripture, written in various different prominent languages across the world.


"….Crane, Tiger, Leopard, Dragon, Snake and Monkey. A few more names….Most of these are defunct, but some of them, like ours still remain. Good to know Monkey's still on top, right?"

>Sua gives Sun a satisfied smile, as Sun rubs his eyelids in annoyance.


"….Focus, Sua. We're going to need to schedule a meeting with the heads of the Ki masters. See if any of them are willing to help us."

>Sua flicks a piece of sushi into her mouth after finishing a banana slice, looking at the scripture.


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 No.650[Reply]

>Date: March 20th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Industrial Sector
>Time: 11:30 PM

>A group of Brigadiers quickly rush down a narrow alleyway in the city. A loud, piecing noise rushes throughout the nearby streets as they continue barreling down the alley. While they do so, a set of MRD hovercraft move nearby - barely missing them.


"Hurry the fuck up! We're lagging behind!"

>The hooded Brigadier, looking behind the group, then replies:


"Shut up! Keep quiet or they're gonna find us!"

>The Brigadiers continue moving, their boots upending the puddles of water underneath their feet.


>After a few minutes, they round a nearby passageway - ending up at a large, abandoned warehouse. Sighing, the 5 Brigadiers all look at each other as they enter through a broken gate on the side of the warehouse.

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 No.670

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>>669
>Demiurge lowers himself to the ground, still hovering on his futuristic hovercraft. Groaning, he then mutters under his breath:

"…..Idiot….."

>Landing on the ground beside him, Arachnid then slowly rises up, looking at Demiurge.


"So uh…I guess I wasn't supposed to do that?"

>Shaking his head, Demiurge says:


"No, that was probably the right call. Problem is, the idiot absorbed its energies."

>Oneiros continues shouting in pain, as blue light begins emanating from the mouth of his spectral face - blasting energy randomly and haphazardly in all directions.


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 No.671

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>>670
>As the golems begin fighting Oneiros, the Meta-Human struggles to regain control of his powers. As the supernatural blue energies of the Gem Stone continue surging through him, his body slowly begins to accommodate their power and integrate it into himself as well.

"Gyah! This…..power!"

>He's then slammed into the ground by one of the large rock golems, only to rupture the golem's rock structure and disintegrate it into nothingness.


>Arachnid continues grabbing up the fragments of the Dream Gem - about to grab the last fragment in his silk sack around his back.


"Alright! I've got all of them! Where's the signal?!"

>Demiurge then pulls back with his golems, disintegrating them willingly as he leaves an opening for Oneiros.


"Now!"

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 No.672

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>>671
>Slowly walking up towards Oneiros, who is sitting in the crater still, Demiurge stands at the edge - staring at Oneiros with a degree of sympathy.

"….Told you. Some stuff just isn't meant for people. That includes ancient Mesopotamian artifacts."

>Oneiros coughs again as he then slowly sits up, panting in exhaustion.


"I've….still….got……"

"You've got nothing but your words. So I'll use my own to be fair."

>Pointing at Oneiros, Demiurge states:


"Call off your mental assaults. I know you're attacking people's minds - and I know who you are."

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 No.673

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>>672
>Date: March 22nd, 2017
>Location: Khyber Manor
>Time: 9:00 AM

"So you're sure he's taken your message to heart?"

>Quintus sits on a similar couch as before, in the same living room of Jason's manor. As he continues writing in his notebook, he prepares more questions involving the impromptu interview he's now doing.


"I'm certain. I made sure he was given an indirect message that stuck."

>Writing in his notebook again, Quintus asks:


"How did you even know it was him? The student I mean?"

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 No.674

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>>673
>As Quintus leaves, Jason remains in the lobby area of his manor. Sighing, he adjusts his suit collar as footsteps appear from the hallway.

"Is something the matter, Master Jason?"

>Giving an annoyed expression, Jason looks to the periphery of his vision, to see Jeremiah walk up to his side. Placing one hand at his side, Jason then says:


"Nothing more than the usual annoyances, Jeremiah. Speaking of which, where exactly is Misses Khyber?"

>Jeremiah gives a light chuckle, as his glasses obscure his eyes.


"I wouldn't know, sir. As you are more than aware, Misses Khyber seemingly goes about her own business, on her own time."

>Jason rubs his eyelids in annoyance.


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 No.592[Reply]

>A cry of pain rings out through a castle undercroft, echoing against the walls and reverberating out and then back to an isolated chamber where a white-haired woman hangs by a chain, a mix of a dark ichor and blood dripping from her.

>In front of this sight, a young girl with black hair trembles, a ritualistic dagger in her hands, as she trembles, she breathes heavily, the walls of the undercroft moving in and out as she does.


>With one final breath, the girl falls backwards and the undercroft fades away.


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>2017, Prydwen Castle

>Ceridwen wakes up with a start, immediately turning to a table on the side of her bed, on which she can see a small stone with a rune engraved on it, reaching over to it and picking it up, she moves it around in her hand, notincing several cracks on it.


Why do I keep on using you. . ."

>Ceridwen flings the stone at the wall, causing the stone to break apart from the force.


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 No.602

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>>592
"Hmmm. . . it looks like the Afanc population might need some culling before they start eating everything into extinction. . ."

>Ceri muses aloud to herself as she passes by several crocodilian, beaver-like creatures floating camouflaged at the top of a lake, at the centre of which stands an aged stone, covered in vines and runes.


"And before they make this trip impossible."

>Taking her staff, a twisted wooden instrument that may be more accurately described as a branch, Ceri taps the sufrace of the lake, the ripples of this action starting out small before spreading out and down, causing the lake to part in a small path for her to walk to the centre stone.


>Sighing to herself, Ceri walks forward, looking into the water either side of her as she does, using the opportunity to look at what lies below the waves of the lake, making mental notes of the plants and animals she sees.


>Once she's reached the stone in the centre and ensured she's high enough to not be below the water, Ceri taps her staff on the ground twice, causing the water to crash back, some of the spray hitting the girl.


"Right, first of all, we should remove this illusion, don't want to cut where I've cut before. . ."

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 No.603

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>>602
>Ceri closes her eyes for a moment as she sits, taking a deep breath to try and recover some energy.

"They're failing more and more often, if this keeps up. . ."

"Caw!"

>Ceri opens her eyes to see a raven standing next to her, hopping about and pecking on some stones.


"Oh, you're back, you managed to follow her and observe for a while then. What did you see?"

"Caw."

>The raven hops over to Ceri and she rests her hand on its head, blinking. When she opens her eyes again, they have switched to jet black.


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 No.564[Reply]

>Date: March 10th, 2017
>Time: 8:00 AM
>Location: Anticosti Island - "The Wedge"

>Situated high up north, at the border of the United States and Canada, is Anticosti Island. The island is formally known as territory placed in the province of Quebec, and has been a relatively unused area for most of its history.


>However, in the 1980s, after the onset of Meta-Humans - circumstances quickly changed with the island. A joint venture between the United States and Canada led to the formation of one of the most reinforced supermax prisons for Meta-Humans in the entire world - "The Wedge".


>As a nigh impenetrable remote outpost, far situated from the rest of the world, "The Wedge" as a prison seemed the ideal holding facility for the most dangerous Meta-Humans in both countries. The facility has around-the-clock patrols of MRD agents; in addition to a whole slew of clinical psychologists, therapists and general practitioners.


>However, the remote facility may be due for an unexpected visit.


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>Time: 8:30 AM
>Location: - "The Wedge" - Interior
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>>596
>Date: March 11th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - The Spire - MRD Director's Office
>Time: 10:30 AM

>Valkyrie sits in a chair across from Chase's desk, as he goes over the report once more. Leaning on the wall, with her long hair pressing against her jacket, is Miranda, who looks on with a neutral expression on her face.


"Suspect identified as 'Hollow' a MHA affiliated Meta-Human, attempted to breach The Wedge for the expressed purposes of breaking out Providence - one of the most dangerous Meta-Humans in modern history."

>Looking up at Valkyrie sitting at attention in her chair, Chase then looks back down at the paper report in his hand as he continues reading:


"Commander Dynamo and Lieutenant Valkyrie both responded to the alert systems then-activated at exactly 8:50 AM, Eastern Standard Time. As per protocol, they moved towards the scene and conducted field operations. They met resistance, and were directly confronted by Hollow, his fellow Meta-Humans broken out of containment, and Providence."

>Looking up at Miranda for a moment, before looking back at the paper report in his hand, Chase then concludes:


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>>597
>Chase then looks at Valkyrie and says:

"Dismissed, Lieutenant Valkyrie."

>Still somewhat shaken, Valkyrie nods and stands up to her feet, wrapping her right hand around her left elbow. Feeling inadequate due to her field performance, she hangs her head down slightly and turns around to walk away.


"Hold on. A moment please, Lieutenant."

>Valkyrie turns around to see Miranda walking toward her, a serious expression on her face.


"You did the right thing, and you were doing your job. No matter what anyone else says, the MRD can only operate within the parameters of the law. You are an officer of the law, and have adhered to the tenets of the law with iron clad dedication. You should be proud of that."

>Miranda puts her hand on Valkyrie's shoulder once more, reassuring her. She then says again:


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>>598
>Chase looks at Miranda, aghast and in shock.

"You want to off your own stepfather?"

>Miranda rolls her eyes, looking more annoyed in response to Chase's inquiries.


"He's a piece of shit and is responsible for this entire situation. And I'm going to need to deal with him, before dad does. Knowing him, he'll likely be making a b-line to William's cell right now. Once he can find the records of his location that is."

>Miranda begins pacing around, thinking to herself, while Chase just stands there in shock as usual.


"Miranda, listen to yourself! You can't just undermine the law! Look at what you just told Diana!"

>Miranda turns her head towards Chase and snaps in a raised tone of voice:


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>>599
>Location: Sanctuary City - Archeon Complex - The Prism
>Time: 10:30 AM

>Looking at the live feed of the hidden cameras in the MRD Director's office, Mosaic sits in his chair. Unmasked with his cowl and hood lowered on his neck, he then presses a button on the large keyboard interface in front of him. As the loud noise of the waterfalls serves as background noise to mediate the eerie silence of the Prism, he then rewinds and analyzes the discussion between Chase and Miranda once more.


>Beside him, Hyperia stands with her arms crossed and her domino mask still on. Muttering to herself, she then says out loud:


"The self-serving bitch. I knew it. She really does want him dead and out of the picture."

>Still looking at the large monitor showing the recording of the footage, Mosaic nudges his head towards Hyperia from his seat, now stating:


"Well it couldn't be helped. As long as uncle Eli is running amok, he could more or less reveal the truth about our family."

>Feeling Hyperia's gaze on him, Mosaic rolls his eyes, saying:

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>>600
>Hyperia puts her hand on her hips, looking somewhat amused at all the headlines as she summarizes.

"So we need to stop uncle Elias from killing William. Destroy the rest of his and William's individual Eukaryon-based facilities and laboratories. Stop a potential disease outbreak in the Hydroponics district from spilling over into the larger Sanctuary City overall. Foil an all out war being planned between the Outsiders, the various criminal Meta-Human gangs in the city and the MRD. Then lastly, deal with a bunch of killer death robots sprouting up across the entire country?"

>Mosaic puts on his mask and cowl and stands up from his desk - tapping a few more keys on the keyboard to download schematics and data files to his mask's lenses.


"That about covers it all, yeah. Also we'll need to stop the MHA however we can, despite them being an international situation. Oh and we're going to need to deal with Marek and whatever chaos he's getting himself into as well."

>In a blast of bright golden lightning, Scalar races into the Prism, up the stairs and then stops right in front of both Mosaic and Hyperia without missing a corner or turn either.


"Sorry I was late! Had to deal with a string of robberies, break-ins, burglaries, gang turf wars and some accounting issues on the way here! So, what did I miss now?"

>Scalar looks at both Mosaic and Hyperia - who both look at each other in turn.


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 No.342[Reply]

>Date: February 21st, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City

>Once a day of festivities in Ancient Roman times, the 21st day of February is of little concern for most Americans, just another day in the second month of the year, creating a relatively quiet day.


>In a quiet corner of the city, a teenaged boy talks to a man hidden behind the shadows.


"A-are you sure it'll?"

>The boy looks down at something the man is holding out, a belt of some kind.


"Beyond even your wildest dreams, put it on, try it out."

>The man's voice is distorted by some kind of modulator, further obsfucating his identity.


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>>557
>Hyperia looks at the tired form of the boy for a moment, before turning her attention to Speedrunner.

"Uh huh. Sure you do, strawberry."

>Moving forward, Hyperia then gives Speedrunner another giant bear hug. As she applies the same degree of careful pressure as before, she then states:


"Oh, and don't forget. I'm taking you shopping later in the week."

>Hyperia then lets go of Speedrunner, patting her on the head as she does so.


"Also did you clean up your apartment?"

>Hyperia says, with a slightly stern tone of voice to her statement.

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>>558
>>559
"Yeah you do that X-face, more evidence to help him is good, also he'll need a good lawyer. . ."

>Speedrunner fixes her hair where it was patted.


"And my flat is always exactly clean enough, I know where everything is in it, anyway really gotta go do that important stuff okbye."

>Speedrunner disappears in a flash of lightning.

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>>560
>Crossing her arms, Hyperia then blows a quick burst of air from her lips, cleaning up a good chunk of the debris on the streets.

"Well, she's getting better at it - didn't get the sense that she was lying about that."

>As the debris clears to the sides of the streets, Hyperia looks behind her at Omnius and states:


"As for you. Since you're off work today, guess who's helping me with my errands?"

>Hyperia says, her domino mask obscuring her eyes - but her smug grin clear and apparent on her face.

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>>561
>Orion looks around for a few moments, before looking down at the unconscious boy.

"Hey look at the time. Time for me to take him to get medical attention."

>Omnius throws the boy over his shoulder, and then immediately turns around and flies off.

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>>562
>Immediately scowling, Hyperia begins walking forward, clearly annoyed given her body language and posture.

"You're not getting away that easily genius!"

>Barely crouching, Hyperia then jumps up hundreds of meters into the air - beginning to fly quickly and effortlessly towards Omnius. As she catches up with him, she glares at him from the side.


"……………"

>She then flies off with Omnius, still annoyed at his response.



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 No.509[Reply]

>Date: March 5th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Civil District
>Time: 8:00 AM

>Sanctuary City's City Government building is a large, pristine building with multiple levels. Situated behind a large structural blockade of fencing, the building stands as a monument to the city's effective governance and policies. Various MRD patrol units patrol the exterior fencing and gates of the Mayor's building; observation troopers are stationed on the rooftops of nearby buildings.


>Dozens of MRD Hovercraft also surround the building from higher elevations - along with modified APCs and heavy duty vehicles on the ground floor. Somewhat militaristic in presentation, the entire display serves as a secondary reminder of the MRD's militaristic strength and coordination - in addition to being a symbol of the city's fortification efforts.


>Inside of the large building, a series of elaborately designed hallways stretch for dozens of meters - each ornately decorated with gold embroidered paraphernalia and symbols. The symbols represent the various positions of the City's Government - including the Mayoral insignia on the largest door.


>The mayor's office has its door slightly opened, as the distinct voice of a woman can be heard from inside.


"…-dy said that I'll handle it, Mister Barnes. DataDrive's core operations weren't encumbered by the attacks. I have it on good authority that the MRD and local authorities have already swept the perimeter."

>A woman, seemingly in her late 20s is on the phone. Her relatively long auburn hair is surprisingly radiant, almost with a faint glow. As her eyes dart back and forth between a series of large folders on her desk, she carefully picks up and reads through said papers, while on the phone.

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>>551
>As they all reappear back in Aiden's office, Phoebe immediately says to Miranda:

"Where is he, Miranda? Enough of your bullshit mind games too. Aiden's here and he can block out your telepathy - so spill it!"

>Aiden sighs as Jonah looks down at the floor, awkwardly. Miranda herself blinks and stares blankly at Phoebe, before closing her eyes and sighing.


"God, you're such a bitch at times, you know that Phoebe? Fine whatever."

>Miranda crosses her arms as she nonchalantly says:


"He's in a black site prison owned by the government. Off the books, and off the record. Nobody goes in to see him outside of vetted staff, nobody goes out either without clearance."

>Taking a piece of candy from Aiden's desk, telekinetically, she casually eats it, before saying:


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>>552
>Scoffing, Miranda then adjusts her wrist, saying:

"Are you serious? Who else? Your favorite scientist."

>Eyes widening, Aiden, Phoebe and Jonah all look at Miranda, who gives a sheepish grin.


"What? Don't act so surprised. Wasn't even my intention, but you know how my core power works. Well, the other one."

>Tapping her fingers together, she says:


"Remarkable how easy it is to forget, that you can perfectly replicate any Meta-Gene with a touch. Reminds me that we're family - given how we're all so absurdly powerful."

>Phoebe then states:


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>>553
>Date: March 8th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Mayor's Office
>Time: 5:00 PM

>As the real Mayor Jackson looks at her desk and sees all of the work in front of her, she then mutters to herself:


"Christ. She really couldn't even pretend to make it seem like she did any work there, could she?"

>As she continues fixing up her desk, she looks up and sees Mosaic, leaning against the wall. As she's surprised by his appearance, he then says:


"Sorry about the sudden entrance. Just wanted to ask how you've been? Was the Prism a decent enough place to stay for three days?"

>Looking relieved, Mayor Jackson closes her eyes for a moment, before opening them again.


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>>554
>Mosaic crosses his arms as he looks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking:

"You know, funny you should ask that. When I first started this gig, I wasn't expecting to stay in the role for so long. Figured I'd just need to get into costume, punch out a couple of bad guys, then hang up the costume entirely."

>Looking off to the side, he then continues:


"But that's not what happened. The more I started fighting crime in the city, the more I realized that a lot of these issues are systemic. I can beat up as many Brigadiers grabbing drugs as possible - but that's not going to stop the market for them from existing. That's a systemic issue that I can't address with my actions."

>Pointing at Mayor Jackson, he then says:


"But you can. You've been the mayor of this city for a decade at this point - because people love you, and they have faith in you. They believe you. Trust you."

>Mosaic makes a waving motion with his hand in the perpendicular direction, look out the window while stating:


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>>555
>Silent for a moment, Mosaic then turns around and says:

"Well, better get going then. Look forward to working with you soon, Mayor Jackson."

>Mayor Jackson then says:


"Please Aiden. Call me Joanna. You've more than earned it."

>Thinking to himself for a moment, Mosaic then says:


"Alright then, Joanna. I look forward to working with you then."

>Saluting Joanna with two fingers from his mask, Mosaic then phases out of the window after flipping through it - then grapples up rapidly into the air, in about a second.


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 No.473[Reply]

>Date: N/A
>Location: Another Earth
>Time: N/A

>A version of Sanctuary City exists, contained in a world separate to the known universe. Virtually identical on a macroscopic scale, this world still contains a few notable differences. Arbitrarily designated "Earth-1", in comparison to the known universe, this world is seemingly more extravagant in scope. More powerful Meta-Humans exist, a more volatile, yet orderly world all the same. In this universe, carefully bordering with the known universe - a massive spatial-temporal event begins to coalesce around the universal space….


>Date: March 3rd, 2017

>Location: Earth-1 - Sanctuary City
>Time - 10:00 AM

>The pristine mega structure of a city stands, serving as a monument towards Meta-Human advancement in the larger country and world. Situated in the same place as its known counterpart, Earth-1's version of Sanctuary City is massive, sprawling with far more advanced structures and technological integrations. Futuristic machines and devices are stretched out far across the normal city scape, with teleporting rail stations and levitating buildings making up the core structural components.


>As people walk their pets, check their holographic projections from their phones, and remotely talk to each other through radio wave interfaces in their ears - warning notifications begin to appear across the city. Large red holographic text signs appear, surrounding multiple areas of the outstretched city, each with glowing hazard signs. The holograms read:


["WARNING. SUBSPATIAL ANOMALY DETECTED. SAFETY PROTOCOLS ENGAGED"]
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>>503
>Magister looks at the positioned chains, stationary and displaced through time and space.

"Alright. I'm going to have to push them through and seal the rift."

>Making another set of gestures with his free hand, Magister then creates another swarm of orange light particles, flickering around the vanishing edges of the chains. Eventually, the rest of the chains shimmer through the vanishing edges - and disappear entirely.


"Now let's see how they do."

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>Location: N/A


>A stet of glowing chains appear in the vast expanse of the rogue dimension, clanking onto the ground at the bottom of a basin. The vast expanse of the dimension is lit against the backdrop of a bright pink light - from an esoteric star in the skies.


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>>504
"Good."

>Crepido turns to look at Magister, and says:


"So what now, Mr. Busy Man?"

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>>505
>Magister crosses his arms and then looks around the Observation Deck for a moment. He then says:

"Well, my schedule just cleared, so I'm actually free now for once."

>Turning his attention towards Crepido now, Magister looks at her from behind his sunglasses, and then states:


"Is there anything specific you had in mind? I'm open to suggestions."

>Magister waits for her response.

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>>506
"Oh, I have several things in mind."

>Crepido punches Magister on the shoulder again, before grabbing his arm and pulling him closer.


"You're still not off the hook. But I'm glad you're back."

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>>507
>Looking somewhat embarrassed, Magister then laughs nervously, before saying:

"If that's a sign that we're good, then I'll take it."

>Just remembering a thought that came to him, he then states:


"Oh by the way, we might have to go to the bazaar again later. Nothing huge, but I've head that there's some kind of mage collaboration going on there. Lots of strange occurrences, so we might need to deal with that too."

>Magister then walks with Crepido out of the Observation Deck, and towards the Sanctum interior as well.


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 No.185[Reply]

>1995

>The Scottish Highlands


>It was a cold winter, that year, cold enough to freeze the lakes. No weather for a child to be out on the highlands.


>Yet, at least one was, a young boy, his thick clothing doing all it could to keep the cold out. A task made more difficult by his apparent decision to display his blonde hair to any that could see him. Running through the snow, his thin, lithe form betrays little of the lawyer he would grow up to be. Yet still, despite his young age, the boy's looks appear almost noble, like a child out of story for children, a future knight.


>The boy runs, stopping when he sees a pillar of smoke rising from the distance. Blinking, he changes directions and runs over to it. . .


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>The boy arrives at his destination, a few scuffs and scrapes revealing his trip over wasn't entirely without incident, and finds the source of the smoke.

>A pile of rubble, smoldering from what was clearly a massive blaze, fills an area that indicates that it was once a barn. In the centre, a young girl sits, her knees brought up to her chest to keep out the outside world. Matted white hair drapes over her body, with ash turning what would normally match the snow into a grey mess. Sitting in a tree by the remains is a young boy, similar in age to the blonde boy and the girl, a book in his hands.


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>>442
>Ardelle sighs and nods, taking the pair into the building and up a set of stairs, stopping when she reaches a white, unmarked door whcih she knocks on.

>From within, a tired voice responds.


"Come in, I haven't the time to wait around."

>Turning the door handle, Ardelle gives the twins a quick smile as if to reassure them that there's nothing to worry about before opening the door proper to let the group in.


>The inside of the room is a white, immaculately kept home office with no signs of anything out of order, or even what the occupant uses it for. Sitting at a desk is a tall man with messy black hair and a pair of glasses that are tilted slightly askew due to his head resting on one of his hands.


>As the people enter the room, he slowly moves his eyes over to Ardelle and the twins.


"What is it, Ardelle, I am very busy."

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>>444
>Albert and Ashley look at each other for a moment, blinking, before turning back to Alfred as Albert says:

"Wait, you're just giving this to us? How much money is on this card?"

>Ashley pick up the shiny looking card and examines it carefully. Looking at the details of the card, she then finally speaks out loud for the first time in a while:


"….It's a lot of money, isn't it? A few million."

>Ashley says, staring intently at Alfred with legitimate conviction in her eyes. Albert is startled by his sister's response, and the intensity of her stare as well as he states:


"H-Hey, Ashley. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm not sure they'd give us that much money to start off with, right? It's likely two to three thousand dollars, right?"

>Albert says awkwardly as he looks between Ardelle and Alfred.


"….Right?"

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>>446
"Are all children these days this loud?"

>Alfred rubs his forehead as if dealing with a headache.


"That card. Is loaded with $50,000, you are to spend it wisely. A proviso that I am certain that Ardelle can ensure."

>Alfred gives the woman a death glare.


"Argh. . . You caused me to lose my train of thought. . ."

>Alfred stands up, adjusting his glasses.


"While I agreed to allow these children to stay here, Ardelle, I cannot have them constantly interrupting my work like this. . ."

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>>449
>Ashley looks slightly taken aback as Albert looks astonished at the remark.

"F-Fifty thousand dollars?! We don't even know what to spend one hundred dollars on…."

>Still completely shocked by the revelation, Ashley hands the card to Albert, saying:


"You're the responsible one. Keep it."

>Shaking his head in resignation, Albert takes the card and pockets it in his jacket pocket.


>He then looks at Alfred, saying:


"We'll be out of your hair then. Trust me, we're not the talkative type."

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>>451
>Looking at Alfred, Ardelle coughs.

"We should go now. . ."

>Calmly ushering the twins out of the room, Ardelle gives them a warm smile.


"As for what we do now, that, is up to you. . ."

[To be continued]



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