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 No.2165[Reply]

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 No.4984[Reply]

>Transformations Academy, Chicago

>Kei Yuuki walks into her classroom for the first time in several weeks, having been given leave due to her father's situation, and silently makes her way to her seat, stopping for a moment as she notices one of the seats is empty.

"{Sam's not in?}"

>Kei looks around for a moment, her action catching the attention of a pair of girls near the empty seat.

"Look somewhere else, biantai."

>Kei sighs and finishes her way to her seat, putting her bag down on her desk and burying her head into it, the girls going back to their own gossiping.

"<. . .I hate it here.>"

>While Kei keeps her head buried, a man enters the classroom, looking over the students within it, and coughs to get their attention - the action also serving as a notice for them to head to their places. Noticing Kei, he coughs again.
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 No.5000

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>>4999
>T.J speaks up, saying:

"Well we basically didn't have much of a plan until Cardinal showed up - but even then we didn't really win. More like we just annoyed them enough to not bother anymore."

>Kwaku nods slowly as he states:

"I agree with T.J. there. We're not really a unified team or anything. So far we're just a bunch of teenagers with powers."

>Gesturing at T.J. with his hand, Kwaku says:

"….Or in his case, a teenager with an advanced alien power suit."

>T.J. crosses his arms, defensively as he remarks:

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 No.5001

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>>5000
"I mean, he still seemed pretty annoyed to me, maybe that counts for something."

>Kei doesn't point out the fact that she's also just "someone in a suit".

>Alex shakes his head.

"Sage, as he is, is a known quantity, he spent many years as a petty criminal alongside Amp until recently, when he was offered a chance of reforming himself in the eyes of the law by the MRD and Long Corp - which he took, as you can see. The fact that he spent the entire time being able to talk to you means, well. . ."

>Alex sighs.

". . .I'm sorry, but he was taking none of you seriously, if he thought you were a threat he would have used his powers to increase his strength at the expense of his brainpower, as he's done many times in the past. He clearly just saw you as a bunch of teenagers with powers - including Cardinal."

>Alex lets the fact linger for a moment, then claps his hands.

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>>5001
>Kwaku turns to Star and says:

"Trust me, you're not gonna have an easy time burning someone who can generate inductive fields."

>T.J. turns to Kwaku and says:

"Yeah about that. Do you feel all tingly and shocked with all that electricity going through you?"

>Kwaku shakes his head as he takes off his backpack and holds it in one hand, opening it and moving through it as he says:

"Not really, no. I'm immune to my own bioelectric energy. Besides, I meant more the electromotive force. You know, magnetic field tuning and all that."

>Pointing at Star and Moon, Kwaku then says:

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 No.5003

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>>5002
>Star produces a flame around her fist, holding it up.

"Want to put that to the test?"

>Moon gives Star a disappointed look.

"Star. . ."

"He's the one who started it!"

>Moon continues the disappointed look.

"Star. . ."

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>>5003
>Kwaku looks at Star and says:

"For the record, I didn't think you weren't tough. It was just a statement - I'm probably going to be alright even if you do want to roast me with your flames."

>Turning towards Kei as she makes her way over to S.E.A.R.C.H. - he then says:

"Yeah sorry about that one Kei. I didn't have time to tell him that you're Japanese."

>T.J. looks mortified and holds his head in his hands as he says:

"…Oh God I'm an idiot! I'm sorry!"

>He then instinctively activates his armor, as it immediately begins forming over him, appearing as a nanolattice fabric from the pores of his skin - replacing T.J. with Kuiper.

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 No.4853[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>The Great Expanse

>Earth-1865

>The sun sets over the dusty terrain of the Great Expanse, dipping below the mesas that dot the landscape.

>In the shadows of one of these mesas, a lone mine entrance sits, a pair of men loading up a minecart that sits on tracks leading into the tunnel.

“Good haul today.”

“Yup.”

“Tell y’ what, the boss sure knows how to pick ‘em.”

“Yup.”
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 No.4979

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>>4978
>Demiurge blinks as he regains his bearings. Shocked, but not completely unnerved, Demiurge then says:

"…..So are we good now? Because I'm not sure if I'm ready to see something like that again."

>Victoria nods slowly as she says:

"…..Even I've got nothing to say about that….."

>Victoria then looks down at her hands, stunned for the first time, before going silent for a moment and then raising back up to look at the tall woman. Her expression is more confident as she says:

"Hopefully it's 5 stars for the rating!"

>Victoria then starts laughing loudly as Demiurge rolls his eyes again behind his mask, grimacing lightly.

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 No.4980

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>>4978
>>4979
>Omnius begins to flex his fingers as the suit's repair mechanism finally begins working at it's usual pace. It takes only a few moments for him to be able to move his wrist again.

"Ahh. So much better."

>He looks up at the tall lady in pink, now appearing serious.

"Never do this to me again."

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>>4979
>>4980
>The woman dismissively waves her hand at the comments, and everyone is sitting down.

"Yes yes we won't have a repeat of this, now, sit still for a moment while I remove your memories of the incident."

 No.4982

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>>4981
>Not even sure if it would do anything, Orion spitefully uses what remaining energy he has to reinforce his telepathic defenses to prevent any memory tampering.

 No.4983

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>>4982
"I wouldn't try that if I were you. . ."

>The woman off-handedly comments as she works away at something.
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>Just outside a small coffee shop in Sanctuary City, a weasel-like woman plays a game of cat and mouse with someone much larger than her, dodging and weaving through the cars outside of the shop as she tries to find somewhere that the larger person can't get her from.

>This, of course, is perfectly normal to Orion Thompson and Demiurge, they were just involved in handling this incident, although for some reason it feels like something happened between when the weasel-woman first dodged and now, but that, of course, can't be true. . .

>Can it?

[The End?]


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 No.4707[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>An explosion rocks a barren rocky field as a monstrous being walks across it, menacingly laughing as it causes destruction, its voice sounding odd - as if run through a filter with itself. As the monster finishes laughing, a woman appears in the field, running towards the creature acrobatically, making sure to cartwheel and flip several times before jumping up and kicking the creature.

“Take that!”

>Standing on a hill overlooking the dueling pair, a hooded figure gestures towards the ground where the monster fell down.

“Not so fast, American Ranger! You may be strong, but you have no answer to this! Sacred Staff, make my monster grow!”

>The figure holds a staff and holds in the air, a black energy coursing out from the staff and hitting the ground where the monster was, causing the ground to shake and crack, the dust from which obscures the area enough for the monster to grow to a giant size, dwarfing the surroundings.

>Struggling to keep her balance for a moment, the blonde woman, American Ranger, steps back and does an acrobatic backflip, landing and looking upwards.

“That’s a big mama jama. . .”

>American Ranger shifts her pose to one more suited for fighting. . .
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 No.4848

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>>4847
>Having suddenly appeared back in the meeting room at his normal age, Orion quickly pats and examines his body before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Finally."

>He looks at Madeleine.

"I feel like I'm not going to explode at the slightest inconvenience anymore. Thank you."

>He pauses for a second, then asks:

"What actually happened anyway? Why'd that thing not affect you? And what was with the er… outfit?"

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>>4848
>Madeleine sighs in relief when she notices she's back to her usual clothes.

"I'm. . . not entirely sure."

>Madeleine gives Raymond a smile, and the man walks out of the room wordlessly.

"I think it had me confused with someone else. It kept on calling me Mule, and insisting it was a fan - but all it showed me of this Mule was a load of destroyed worlds. . ."

>Madeleine shakes her head.

". . .which isn't me, of course. Then it. . . well it saw something and decided I was 'Stronger-Mule' which meant I was a hero - which is where the costume came from."

"After that, I think it just left because of how it perceived me. . . I wouldn't really call it 'beaten' or anything like that. I essentially just sent it to its room - it was a lot like a kid, basically."

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>>4849
>Orion watches as Raymond leaves the room. He thinks to himself:

{"…Huh. I wonder what's gonna happen with that guy since Chancy wasn't a real character."}

>He then looks back at Madeleine.

"Well you got rid of it. And… well, you didn't look bad doing it either."

>Orion gives Madeleine a smile, but it slowly fades.

"We still don't know about Blink though."

 No.4851

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>>4850
"It still feels a bit hollow though. . ."

>Madeleine sighs.

"I was kind of hoping that this whole business would be some kind of plan and Blink would be there. . ."

". . .guess not, huh."

>With another sigh, Madeleine looks at the door.

"Hopefully something will come up soon, and I just hope they're safe, wherever they are."

>Madeleine yawns.

". . .for now though, I think I need some sleep. . ."

 No.4852

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

>In a dark, wet cave, a body suddenly materialises out of seemingly nowhere, then groans as a drop of water from above hits them on the head.

>Opening their eyes, Blink goes to pick themselves up, only to see someone standing over them, their gaunt eyes meeting Blink's for a moment. Blinking, the person offers out a hand for Blink to take.

"You've met a terrible fate, haven't you?"

[To be continued in - The Allegory of the Cave]


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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.4702

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>>4701
>Stephanie stares at Death. Several moments pass with nothing happening, only for Stephanie to wordlessly snap her fingers - vanishing.

>The world returns to what it was around Death, with the side effect that any memories of Stephanie are now gone.

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>>4702
>As the surroundings return to as they were before for Death, they turn to face the other figure, preparing their sword.

>With Stephanie gone, the whisper of something else creeps into the area.

"Don't worry, Crowned One, Apocalypse will ensure you're not forgotten."

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>As Stephanie rematerialises, Clumsy starts coughing, eventually spitting out a purple gem, another memory of some kind.

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>>4703
>Back at the structure's entrance, Stephanie catches the gem before it can hit the floor. She lets Clumsy down, and then tightens her grip on the gem - allowing the memory to enter her mind.

 No.4705

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>>4704
>Location: ???
>Time: ???

>Phanes drifts through an endless abyss, her body slowly falling “downwards” as if through water, pieces of it slowly drifting away as she “descends”, with a sad smile on her face, she lets out a small, satisfied sigh, and closes her eyes, already having lost much of her limbs to the corroding effect.

>After an unknown amount of time, Phanes opens her eyes again, her body having faded away much more, as she feels a presence brush against her.

>Looking to her side, Phanes sees no source for the presence, but nonetheless smiles, being comforted by it somehow.

“. . .it was so lonely. . .”

>Phanes’s body stops “falling”, as if being held by the source of the presence.

“Worry not, o’ lost child of Hyperborea, for you have been found by a King. . .”
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>>4705
>The note crumbles to dust and is then carried off by the wind.

{"I think I'll be keeping an eye on all this, from now on."}

>She and Clumsy both vanish in the blink of an eye, having returned to the Axiom.

[The End]


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>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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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. . ."

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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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>>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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>>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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>>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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>>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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