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 No.889[Reply]

>Date: March 30th, 2017
>Location: ????
>Time: Indeterminate

"This is untenable."

>A pair of small rocks tumble to the ground, near the edge of the beach sands. The large archipelago like structure - reminiscent of an island, stretches on for infinity in various directions. The blue open skies are accentuated by a cool breeze carried by the wind. The waters of the surrounding ocean seemingly push their way closer and closer to the edges of the beach sands.

>Iblis slowly picks up another rock and tosses it across the ocean. As he does so, his mind wanders back - flashes of memories rising to the mental periphery of his thoughts. Wincing, he can envision the large, grand structures of the floating lands - Thaumia in all of its architectural glory.

"Infernal saboteurs, the lot of them. I should've rendered them non-existent when I had the chance."

>Shaking his head, Iblis then flicks a large portion of his flowing black hair out of his eyes as he turns his attention back towards the small den on the edge of the beach. Thinking to himself for a moment, he then says:

{"To hell with it. I won't be a burden to my people any longer. They deserve their vengeance, even if I have to rely on humans to achieve it."}
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 No.936

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>>935
"…She did what?"

>Doctor says, spinning around and quickly moving to run towards Magister - catching up with him and standing in front of him.

"How in the actual fuck is that even considered teaching?"

>Magister gives Doctor a look of equal annoyance, as he makes a sarcastic gesture with his gloved hands - bringing them out from underneath his cloak.

"Imagine what I was thinking at the time. A 16 year old boy thrown into a massive, cosmic responsibility that he couldn't even hope to comprehend. Yet my "teacher" decided the best course of action for remedying my 'problematic characteristics' - was doing exactly what you're thinking right now. Yeah, she did all of it."

>Magister then starts walking past Doctor, moving towards the Observatory Deck which will allow him easy access back to his universe. All the while, Doctor is walking sideways - keeping pace with him while asking him questions.

"You didn't tell anyone about it? Thoth. Pasithea. Odin. Prometheus? No one?"

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 No.937

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>>936
>Location: Sanctum (Earth-1) - "Locus Scientia" - Room of Knowledge
>Time: Hours Later

"No, this isn't what I need. Where's the Astral reconfiguration matrix tome?"

>Magister tosses a tome aside - not watching as it remotely flies away back towards its place on a bookshelf. As he continues looking for what he needs, he hears a voice from down the hall.

"Tough day, Sorcerer Supreme?"

>Looking up, Magister sighs as he looks at the man leaning on the side of a bookcase - at the end of the aisle.

"What are you doing here, Prometheus?"

>The mythological being leans off the bookshelf and begins walking towards Magister. Sporting midnight black hair and deep blood red eyes similar to his former pupil's - the Titan then stands before Magister, looking him straight in the eyes.
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 No.938

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>>937
>Prometheus, completely unphased by his former pupil's rage, simply shrugs nonchalantly again at the accusation.

"Of course I knew, Aiden. You were, and frankly still are, my pupil. My responsibility. I would've been a terrible judge of character had I not been able to discern the change in disposition of a mere sixteen year old."

>Shaking his head again, Magister pushes himself away from the table in anger as he puts a gloved hand to his head - still reeling from the weight of the revelation.

"Then all this time….You could've said something - but you didn't. You saw me there just….grappling with my feelings. My emotions. Why didn't you say something? Anything…..Why didn't you-"

"Because it made you stronger."

>Silent again, Magister slowly turns his attention back towards Prometheus, stating:

"….You sound like her. As careless and reckless and borderline sociopathic as her. She doesn't even care about you as a person! All she sees is a collection of structural components. Cogs in a cognitive machine. She doesn't respect you. She doesn't acknowledge you. So why in the hell would you ever take her side?"

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 No.939

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>>938
>Magister is silent for a moment, not responding to any statements by Prometheus.

"For the past year or two after having graduated from your training, I have seen the manner in which you carry yourself, Aiden. The formality, the almost regal nature of your appearance and body language. Your eclectic capacity for sophisticated wording. A tendency very clearly inspired by my own vernacular."

>The Titan of Knowledge and Fire then looks directly at Magister through his sunglasses.

"Much like you are with Odin - you are very clearly mirroring my behavioral patterns and appearance - in an attempt to reinvent yourself as a logician. An erudite being driven only by logic and consequence. Structure, knowledge and rationality. That is commendable - but you have been limiting yourself by the very same emotional quandary that has driven Sorceress Igestis to take…..drastic actions as you would call them."

>Magister then finally speaks.

"My connection to my emotions, and my past. Sentiment."

>Prometheus nods.

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 No.940

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>>939
>Magister nods, slowly as he responds:

"That I am more than willing to concede. Whether that's because of egocentrism or a vainglorious desire for self-validation, I can't say. What I can say though - is that I achieve the intended results of my actions."

>Prometheus nods again, approvingly.

"That you do, Sorcerer Supreme. You do not require any more guidance from me, as I feel you are no longer the vulnerable teenage boy you once were - when the Crystal brought you before us. Instead, I only see a capable young man, willing to forego his own emotional sentimentality for the greater good."

>Magister nods and slowly bows his head in recognition of his teacher.

"Thank you, Prometheus."

>Rising back up, Magister takes a moment to focus - with single-minded determination on his goal. At that moment, a flurry of tomes fill the air. Hundreds, if not thousands of tomes are remotely flying around the library in a perfect configuration sequence - without any issues. As the tomes begin to form definitive flight patters in the large open room - Magister remotely wills one particular tome into his hand in the blink of an eye; grabbing it effortlessly as he looks at the title.

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 No.775[Reply]

>Date: March 30th 2017,
>Location: Sanctuary City, MRD Precinct
>Time: 8 PM

>Darkness covers the city like a blanket, with only the city lights illuminating anything. Despite this, the MRD Precinct is as busy as it is any other time of day.

>Various officers come and go, with the occasional criminal or civilian coming in and out of the main building. Inside, things are even more busy as the precinct's staff work hard to keep things moving as quick and smoothly as possible.

>Outside, a young man with brown hair covered nearly from head to toe in obscuring clothes squats behind a dumpster, having managed to get his way into one of the precinct's few security blind spots.

>He appears to be silently working himself up, taking a small ear-piece and putting it on. Afterwards he puts on a ski mask with a pair of sunglasses to hide his identity.

{"Let's do this."}

>The man steps out from behind the dumpster and begins quickly walking towards the building. The moment he steps into view an officer runs in front of him, and places their hand out to stop him.
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 No.884

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>>883
"Oh jolly good! Jolly-"

>Orion suddenly breaks the accent entirely while doing both a cough and a laugh.

"Okay. Okay I can't do it anymore. It sounds too ridiculous."

>Now back to his usual posture and way of speaking he takes a moment to think before saying:

"Well how about… tomorrow then? Today is Thursday."

>He stops for a second before correcting himself.

"Oh, right. Time zones. Today is Friday here isn't it? So I guess I mean later today? What time is it anyway?"

 No.885

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>>884
"Roughly 2am, by my reckoning, which means. . ."

>Madeleine yawns.

"I'm quite sleepy. . . and I'd rather it be actually tomorrow, so Saturday, after all, there was an incident at my house last night and I need some time to recover. . ."

 No.886

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>>885
>Orion shrugs.

"Fine by me."

>He takes a moment to look around, before looking back at Madeleine.

"Well I guess I should get out of your hair now. Too bad I can't teleport like your friend. Guess I'm taking the long way home."

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>>886
>Madeleine shrugs.

"I would call Blink, but they're very grouchy when they're woken up, so I wouldn't ask them for a trip back."

>Madeleine taps the side of her face to think.

"And I'm pretty certain I no longer have a private jet, from what I remember I sold that among other assets when my father died due to the wastefulness of it."

"But it sounds like you have it sorted, anyway."

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>>887
"Yeah, basically. Don't need a plane."

>Orion for a moment wonders if he should do something physical before leaving, like giving a hug. He decides against this and then starts to take a step back.

"Okay. I'll message you sometime later then. See you later Maddie."

>Just before he's reached the door he stops and turns to look at her one final time and says:

"Oh and your taste in anime still sucks. Don't think I'm changing my mind on that just because you were willing to have dinner with me."

>Orion smiles at her one last time before leaving.

>Just like that he's gone, having taken off into the sky like a rocket after leaving the building.

[The End]


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 No.854[Reply]

>Date: March 24th, 2017
>Time: 1:00 PM
>Location: Sanctuary City - Hydroponics Sector

"Come on boss….where are you?"

>Arachnid says as he continues hanging on a thin silk strand - above a large metallic pipe overlooking a refinery.

[The Hydroponics Sector of Sanctuary City was a green project originally commissioned to improve water retention and reuse throughout the city. As one of the most populated cities in the world, it was an easy candidate to test the efficacy of a large scale project.]

>Staring through his lenses, Arachnid magnifies the internal zoom - scanning and assessing the situation.

"….Oh no."

>Hostages. Around 10 of them. Refinery workers bound and gagged, and being held at gunpoint by Brigadiers.
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 No.878

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>>877
>Location: Sanctuary City - The Spire
>Time: 5:00 PM

>As Chase continues reading his mission reports in a manilla folder, he notices a knock on the door.

"Come in. Door's open."

>Miranda walks into Chase's office, staring directly at him.

"Well, Doctor Grayson, what is it? Is there a psych evaluation that I'm missing?"

>Looking up from his reports, Chase is surprised to see Miranda tearing up significantly. Her eyes are watering and red, as she completely breaks down into sobbing and tears.

"Miranda, I-."
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 No.879

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>>878
>Location: Archeon Complex - Skyline
>Time: 5:00 PM

>Mosaic and Arachnid sit on top of the edge of the Archeon incorporated building. As they do so, Arachnid says to Mosaic:

"So yeah, I have a feeling that Amber's not gonna be too happy about you skipping out for the rest of the day. Granted, your allibi is pretty insane honestly."

>Mosaic nods, then states:

"Damian, I'm sorry for keeping that from you. I know I said I had to make it look absolutely convincing, but I still should've told you. If anything else, you're supposed to be my protégé in this line of work. I should act like it and be a far better mentor to you now."

>Arachnid shrugs lightly as he says:

"I'll be honest, I was really scared for a moment. Thought you went off the deep end for whatever reason. I don't know what anybody would do if that was the case."
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 No.880

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>>879
>Location: Sanctuary City - Grayson Residence
>Time: 8:00 PM

>In the Residential Sector of Sanctuary City, various houses belonging to wealthy elites are situated throughout the large expanse of land. One of the largest buildings is the Grayson Residence - a large multi-story manor designed and created by Silas Grayson. As Silas lives in Europe currently - this house is now occupied by three of his children: Aiden, Phoebe and Jonah, whenever they choose to use it.

>As Aiden enters the front door using his key, he then locks the door behind him as he notices an aroma in the distance. Carefully tuning his senses to recognize the scent, he then states:

"….Pasta?"

>In the distance, a woman's voice can be heard:

"It's not Penne if that's what you're wondering, mister vigilante."

>Sighing, Aiden then responds by saying:
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 No.881

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>>880
>Aiden hesitates for a moment before he then says:

"….She turned me down completely. Basically said that while I'm probably a good person, she doesn't really know me, and doesn't think she's the best fit either - at least not now."

>Phoebe makes a wincing motion as she closes her eyes.

"Oof….Sorry to hear that champ. Though credit to her for realizing that her family's a damn mess. You'll find someone else."

>Phoebe goes back to cooking as Jonah says:

"Well Aiden, you may have avoided a potentially problematic situation. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider your interest in her?"

>Aiden looks aghast at his two siblings, stating:

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 No.882

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>>881
>All 3 of them are silent for a moment, as Aiden then says:

"Yeah well, you're right Phoebe. Life does go on. We've saved the city - for good this time, and we've stopped the bad guys. Still got some cleanup to do, but we've made the world a better place - at least I think we did. But we're gonna need to have a talk with dad about the truth - the whole truth now. Book it for next week when he flies in to visit from Europe, Phoebe."

>Phoebe nods.

"Got it."

>Aiden then says to Jonah:

"As for the robot sightings around the country and the rest of the criminals in the city? Jonah, compile a list of records from the MRD's database that we can use to cross reference against material production projects created by Grayson Industries. I have a feeling a lot of bad stuff was happening before Marek took control of the company - including who may be behind our robot problem here."

>Jonah nods and states:

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 No.746[Reply]

>Date: March 24th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City, Industrial District - Archeon HQ
>Time: 12:00 PM

"I'll get back to you later. Good to hear about your promotion."

>Aiden puts down the phone as he shuffles a bunch of papers around his desk. Internal assessments, performance indicator reports and general financial documents are then placed neatly into a manilla folder. As he does so, he checks his watch - seemingly unassuming in appearance. After denoting the dual hands pointing straight up, he then thinks to himself:

{"Good. Right on time then."}

>He then slowly stands up and adjusts his shirt as he looks around the office. Moving around his desk carefully, he then picks up a pair of keys. After getting a buttoned jacket from a nearby rack, he puts it on and walks out of the room.

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>Time: 12:10 PM
>Location: Sanctuary City Highway
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 No.817

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>>815
>Aiden blinks for a moment as he realizes what he's done. Sighing again, he then says:

"Oh no. I doubt I'd ever be that lucky to marry you."

>He says, as a matter of fact. Taking note of Kaiyo's amused response, he then says:

"I suppose that I am at least honest - maybe too honest for my own good."

>Aiden is silent for another moment as he then raises his head. The waitress then appears with food for Kaiyo before quickly leaving. Aiden then resumes his speech:

"….But yes, you do mean a lot to me. I'm not going to lie about that. I….I don't honestly know why, but you do."

>Aiden looks away, cursing under his breath as he feels his cheeks turn red.

 No.819

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>>817
>Kaiyo chortles again.

"What Kaiyo means to say is, the honesty is appreciated, those who typically try to put themselves forward as suitors are not so forthcoming."

>Hiyuki shoots Kaiyo a glare, and she stands up to leave the room.

"But I am afraid your feelings are likely for a false image of me, we all must maintain public images - especially those of us with more to prove thanks to the circumstances of our birth."

>Hiyuki puts her fork down, giving Aiden another fake smile.

"I cannot be the strong woman to fill the hole in your life like you seemingly want, I barely have the strength to keep my family from tearing itself apart."

>Hiyuki takes her glasses off for a moment and wipes them with a cloth without really looking.

"I only tell you that because I know there is little you can do to exploit that, no matter how much your family may wish to do so. I do not have the unbridled ambition and strength of my mother that attracted your father - and you, I suspect."

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>>819
>Aiden looks genuinely surprised for a moment before he takes a moment to collect himself. Still sitting upright, he rests his hands on his elbows in a crossed fashion as he looks intently at Hiyuki. After a few more moments, he then says:

"You're stronger than you think, for getting this far in your life - on your own. Don't ever discount that, or sell yourself short, Hiyuki."

>He then looks Hiyuki in the eye more intently, as his demeanor becomes more encouraging in nature:

"I'm not here to get anything from you. I meant that when I said it earlier at your tower - I don't care what your family is like, because I'm only interested in you as a person."

>Then at the mention of her mother's name, Aiden instinctively feels his teeth grit ever so slightly as he slowly looks away.

"….I'll admit, a part of me wants to say that your mother did some really horrible things - and she broke my dad's heart."

>However, Aiden slowly brings his gaze back to Hiyuki, still looking at her intently.

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 No.825

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>>822
"I. . . see. . ."

>Hiyuki carefully puts her fork down and stands up.

"While the food was delicious and it was interesting to learn more of your cuisine. . ."

>Hiyuki indicates for Kaiyo to approach her.

"I am afraid I cannot answer your feelings currently, I am sure you are a wonderful man, but I simply do not know you."

>Hiyuki gives Aiden a forced smile.

"So as it is, my answer is no, but that it is not a complete denial, I do wish to speak to you again, and perhaps one day. . ."

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 No.852

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>>825
>Aiden looks down at the drive for a moment before sighing again.

{"Nice job, Grayson. Can already hear Phoebe laughing at that."}

>As he stares at the drive for a few more moments, his mind bounces between embarrassment and self-criticism. Afterwards, he takes the drive and begins flicking it between his fingers.

{"Some debonair man you are."}

>Now taking the time to look at his phone, he finally sees the messages sent through text, 3 different messages from 3 different people.

>Aiden reads the first message:

["Phoebe - 'Done wasting your time yet? Whenever you're done, we need to talk to Jonah about the plan to find the labs."]

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 No.761[Reply]

>Date: March 28th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City, Shopping District
>Time: 11:15 AM

>The ground rumbles, quaking as a man in a shoddily put together, sharp edged metal suit slams into the concrete. He tumbles and rolls, leaving behind a trail of cracks and holes with broken off pieces of metal everywhere.

>Having finally stopped, the man takes a moment to catch his breath - letting out an animalistic growl. He speaks to himself under his breath, as if he were talking to someone else entirely.

"Kill him. We'll kill him."

>The man spits out a bloodied tooth, and then his head jerks to the side. His tone of voice changes.

"My tooth! He made me lose a tooth!"

>Again, the man jerks his head to the side and continues conversion with himself.
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 No.769

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>>768
>Orion crashes into the ground, rolling and tumbling across it and through several more trees, causing them to break apart and topple.

>After a few moments of tumbling he finally slams into a large boulder, crashing into it and causing it to crack apart.

"Ugh…."

>Blood trickles down Orion's face, as he lays still, groaning. Smirking, Rick casually strolls towards him, with his hands in his pockets.

"Ouch. I've never seen someone nearly knock their own head off like that before. Heh."

>He moves closer towards Orion and crouches in front of him, looking him in the eyes. Orion silently stares back, giving a weak glare.

>Rick grabs Orion by chin, digging his fingernails into his skin.

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 No.770

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>>769
>Rick lets out another sigh as Orion's body is apparently pulled back, smashing his head back into the rock with a hard thud.

"Ngh!"

>Slowly, Rick begins to stand up, stretching his arms in front of him and cracking his fingers together.

"Alright. Well, that was fun. But I don't want to keep Mister Thompson waiting for too long."

>His eyes turn towards Orion.

"Now, why don't you be useful and tell me where your sister-"

>A leaf crunches. Ken immediately jerks his head towards it.

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>>770
>Crunch.

>Crunch.

>Crunch.

"For fuck's sake…"

>The crunching continues, beginning to sound like something is moving towards him. Now annoyed, he ignores it, and grabs a hold of Orion's arm.

>Noticing a worried expression on Orion's face, Rick tilts his head.

"What the hell are you looking so afraid of? Don't tell me there's actually something here."

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>>771
>Rick lets out a scream, and suddenly vanishes - only to re-appear a few feet away, now surrounded by seemingly dozens of these identical monsters.

"G-GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GRAAAA-"

>In an instant he's knocked to the ground, having been hit in the head from behind.

"Idiot…"

>Orion stands over Rick, watching as he restlessly grumbles and rolls around in his sleep, complaining about the monsters getting him.

"Shouldn't of let yourself get distracted."

>He opens his palm, revealing the broken remains of the ear-piece. He empties his palm, letting them fall to the ground. Afterwards he grits his teeth, still seething.

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>>772
>A few hours later

>Omnius races across the sky in a hurry.

{"God damn piece of shit. Thinks he can just do this. Should've taken care of them when we had the chance."}

>Flying over a seemingly endless field of wheat, weeds and other grasses Omnius lands on the ground, his armored feet causing the ground to rumble.

>Immediately the Earth begins to rip open, as he flings massive chunks of soil out of his way and into the ground.

>This continues for only a few seconds, before he comes across a reinforced concrete exterior. Without hesitation Omnius tears through this as well, and then jumps into the newly made hole.

"Alright-"

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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. . ."

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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."

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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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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.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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 No.597

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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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 No.599

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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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 No.600

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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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>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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