OMNOMNOMALY

[quote name='Elle Jay' timestamp='1312825236' post='708821'] [color="#008080"][size="3"][font="Times New Roman"]Is reviving a thread not allowed? Because I was browsing through some threads and a moderator told someone not to revive a dead thread. If it's not allowed... Woops. ^ ^;[/font][/size][/color] [font="Garamond"][size="1"]don't ban me[/size][/font] [/quote] [font="Garamond"]tis not a general practice at the very least. wouldn't say it's bannable but yeah not one of those things they really want you to do.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]She awoke in a moment of panic, disturbed by the screams of Hood only a few beds away from her own. Autumn shook her head, remembering where she was and looked over at him with concern as the doctor and staff flocked to his bedside to try to calm him down. She turned her face upward to stare at the sterile white tiles on the ceiling for a moment, gauging the pain in her abdomen before making any further decisions to move. She sat up after a moment, wincing lightly, and lifted up the blanket and pulled up her top just enough to examine the bandage wrapped around her midriff. A few thin yellowy lines could be made out faintly through it, from where the wound was now oozing as it healed. Autumn felt sorely tempted to unwrap it completely and see just how bad the damage done really was, but thought that she should probably wait until she got out of the medical center to do it, lest she got a talking-to by the doctor. "Uh, excuse me?" She called out softly as a nurse in scrubs rushed passed her in Hood's direction. "Hello?" She tried again, a little louder, as another nurse walked passed with a chart in hand. Neither so much as even looked over at her. Autumn sighed to herself and reached for her glasses on the side table, putting them on. 'I don't really want to wait... I feel fine, it's probably okay if I go back to my room now, I mean, it's not like they don't know where to find me....' After a moment's hesitation, Autumn threw her covers off and delicately swung her feet over the edge of the bed. When nobody came over to try and stop her, she stood up gingerly and shuffled out of the medical center, arms wrapped tightly around her middle. After what seemed like hours wandering around the compound, Autumn finally got her bearings and managed to get herself back to the corridor where the bedrooms were. She yawned as she made her way into her room, amazed that she could still feel so exhausted after doing nothing but sleeping for what must have been days since the attack. She didn't bother changing from the hospital grade pyjamas, content to sleep in a bed away from the lights and noise of the infirmary and have some time to be alone. But before she crawled into the covers, she noticed her laptop from her apartment sitting on the corner of her desk. 'How did I not notice this before?' she wondered as she grabbed it and settled into her bed, leaning on the headboard and flipping it open. Not that she expected much in the way of emails, she thought she might have something from her foster mother. The last email that her mother had sent was three weeks ago, long before Autumn's world had turned upside down. Though Autumn didn't feel particularly close to her adopted parents, she yearned to reach out to her mother, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this new totally surreal world. She shook her head as if it would erase that idea, and was about to close her laptop and curl up to sleep but "1 new message" popped up on her screen. The sender was blank, yet curiously it hadn't been blocked by her email provider. The subject line read "Hello, Autumn." Her curiosity got the best of her and she clicked on it, opening it up. [i]"Subject: Hello, Autumn. Hello Autumn Finley, We've never met, but my name is Adam, and I know that you have been taken by the company that calls itself "Geist." I am afraid not only for your wellbeing but for the wellbeing of your teammates as well. I know things about Geist and you need to know that they are not as they seem. I can't tell you for sure in what capacity, but I can tell you that they are involved with the Big Five. Yes, the Big Five they have no doubt told you that you and the other 'supers' they have captured are going to have to take down. This is a suicide mission. Geist is far more sinister than you could even imagine. In the past they have been involved in biological experimentation on children. Twenty two years ago, they developed an Advanced Biology Division, through which most of this experimentation was carried out under. I know you are scared, and you should be. But I can help you - all of you, make it out of there alive. Now, there is a Vault, which is tantamount to many of Geist's activities. Autumn, I need you to listen very, very carefully to me: this Vault not only holds the key to understanding Geist, but also the key to your freedom and a return to your normal life. Please trust me. If you look for this vault you will realize I am telling the truth. You cannot trust Geist, but I hope you feel as though you can trust me. I have been there before, seen it all before. They must be stopped, and I can stop them, but only with your help. We can help each other. Please respond quickly. -Adam."[/i] Autumn stared at her computer screen in utter disbelief. It was entirely implausible - Geist taking them and training them to fight the Big Five and yet have them fail? It seemed too far fetched, and yet... this Adam knew her full name, and obviously knew that she and the others were supers... It seemed like far too much information to be fake. She shut her laptop and left her hand resting on top of it for a moment, before quickly flipping it open again. She gaped at the words on the screen. Her heart was racing as she read over the email once more. 'This can't possibly be real, and yet... what if it is?' She took off her glasses and shut her eyes, resting her hands over them, thinking. She scrunched her eyes tightly and then opened them, putting her glasses back on. She navigated to the reply button and her fingers flew off the keys, typing her response. [i]"Re: Hello, Autumn. Who are you? Why me? How do you know all this? I have so many questions, most notably, how do you know about me? And my team? What are you getting out of all of this..." [/i] Her finger hovered over the send button for a moment before she clicked it. She slouched back onto a pillow and looked unblinking at the screen, not really seeing it. Within a few moments, the familiar 'ping!' sounded. It was the reply from Adam. [i]"Re: Re: Hello, Autumn. Autumn, I know it all seems insane - and it is. But it is no more insane than being a part of some team of teenage or young adult - whatever, - "super heroes." I understand your situation better than you think and I'm sorry I can't give you more details about myself. Suffice it to say, Geist knows of me and we didn't part on the best terms. Hence all of my secrecy. Again, apologies. But if you look into some of the things I have told you about, you will see I am telling the truth. What am I getting out of this? A chance to destroy a company that I should've taken care of a long time ago. I chose you because I know you are scared. More than anything else, you wish you weren't there at Geist. I think you'd do anything to get out. And that is the kind of attitude that is needed. Autumn, I think you'll do this because you care about your teammates. When you begin your investigation, I'll need some information on your teammates so I can begin to contact them, too..."[/i][/font]

[font="Garamond"]Ohh I like that one too. They both look BAWLIN, gg. Sooooooo what happens next? C:[/font]

[font="Garamond"]Echo and Magnus stood at the back of the lobby, Echo facing him so she wouldn't have to look at the lifeless and bloody corpse just a few paces behind her on the floor. As their own fight had gone on, they had both noticed what sounded like muffled gunfire coming from both above and below them. Echo had worry etched all over her face and Magnus was sure he felt just as nervous as she did, even if he hid it better. They knew that Vegas and Flare were safe, but what of the others? Their teammates were incredible, but they were still rookies. "There are probably some hostages within the offices on this floor, but I'm going to assume that the majority of them were moved to other floors with other Blanks too so that they would each have leverage if need be. I'll check in with the others first." Magnus tapped his earpiece on. "Hey everyone, Echo and I have secured the lobby and will be moving to secure the hostages on our floor. I hope you are all safe, please let us know immediately if you require back up. Over." He spoke into his mic carefully but softly, in case any of them were still under cover. Not a moment later, he was relieved to be greeted by a host of affirmations that everyone was still in one piece. He grinned at Echo and she looked like the weight of the world had just been lifted from her shoulders as she heard the voices of her teammates, each accounted for. Magnus clapped her shoulder genially and they headed through the heavy double doors at the back of the open lobby that lead to the various bank offices. "I know they're just bank robbers but the way they did this was actually pretty smart, if you think about it... I mean, they had a super in charge, they each took hostages as collateral... I have to say that as fair as heists go, I'm pretty impressed. They weren't stupid." Echo said as they made their way down the hallways, stopping at each door to look in the small windows to check for people. "You're right. They weren't stupid at all. Honestly if it had just been the police or even maybe the SWAT who dealt with them, they may have actually been successful. Really, it seems like their only disadvantage was that they were mostly normals..." Magnus replied as they stopped at another door. Echo laughed a bit and he turned to look at her. "You know, it's funny, but I never really thought that I would hear that being normal was a disadvantage... I mean, I always want that. Wanted it, maybe. I don't know." She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Haha, I guess you're right. That is sort of a new line of thought to have, huh? After years of being different. I think a lot of us had a tough time with that." She nodded, happy that for once that she knew people she could talk to about these things that had mostly sat undiscussed in the back of her mind for years. "Wait - did you hear that?" Echo pressed a finger to her lips for a second and turned, sure she had heard something like a sob. Magnus obliged and stayed silent. Echo moved slowly down the hallway as quiet as possible so that she could hear clearly, Magnus in tow. She stopped outside a heavy, windowless metal door. "Here." She pressed down on the metal handle to open it but was met with resistance. It was a door that required a key, of course - probably a utility closet that wouldn't unlock from the inside. Magnus knocked on the door and immediately several voices called out for help. "Everyone, my name is Magnus and my teammate Echo is here. The robbers have been stopped. We're going to get you out of here. I need you all the back away from the door, okay?" Some muffled calls of understanding came from within and Magnus lifted his hand after Echo had also moved out of the way. A flick of his wrist pulled the pins out of the hinges on the door. Another flick began to crumple the handle and within a second he tugged his hand back and the entire handle, lock and all came clean out of the door. "Was that completely necessary?" Echo asked as Magnus delivered a final flick of the hand that moved the door away from the frame, leaning it to rest on the wall next to it. "Nope," Magnus said "but it was fun." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes theatrically at him before heading into the room to help untie the group of hostages. When they were done, Magnus did a quick check to make sure everyone was okay and then told them to calmly make their way out the front doors with their hands up, just so that the police wouldn't accidentally take them for a threat. They nodded their thank yous, though eyeing Echo and Magnus' outfits with considerable skepticism. When Echo realized this is what they were looking at, she folded her arms over her chest sheepishly, again wishing she was wearing any other outfit. "Well, we're clear. Let's make our way up the floors to start gathering up the rest of the team." Magnus said as they watched the hostages file down the hallway in a subdued manner.[/font]

[quote name='DeLarge' timestamp='1312045619' post='708672'] I don't know, Gavin, I invent a hot woman and five minutes later you're all over her! Everything's going well guys, just make sure to keep posting! We'll be going after the Big Five soon enough, and that's when things will start to get really interesting. [/quote] [font="Garamond"]should I do another post for the hostages on our floor and end it, or just another one where we find them and then you end it?[/font]

[font="Garamond"]The stairwell was pitch black as they made their way down the steps carefully. Echo had one hand on the railing and the other on Magnus' arm so that she would know if he stopped or crouched, rather than plowing into the back of him potentially putting them both at risk. It felt like they had been walking for ages, the constant cyclical motion of the stairs in the dark making them seem like they went on forever. It was the very real explosion of gunfire that quickly reminded Autumn of the job she had to do. Slate stopped, tensing up at the sounds, his mind fleetingly going to the possibility that the hostage situation had just taken a very bad turn for the worse and how that could potentially complicate their own job further. He shook it off though and crouched, waiting for Echo to do the same. They were at the main floor now, from what he could tell, the cracks of light filtering in from the heavy metal door directly in front of them. Slate crept forward towards the door, Echo following suit close behind. They both knelt next to the door frame and Slate turned to Echo in the dim lighting. They made eye-contact and nodded at one another. A quiet voice crackled over the radio, it was Addley checking in with them. "Hope you guys have made it okay so far... We've begun taking the Blanks out on our floor by splitting them up. Night Terror and Martian will be forcing at least one our way and we'll go from there. Over." "Roger that, Warp. Be cautious." Magnus replied in almost a whisper back over the walkie radio. "You too, Boss. Over and out." Came the reply. Magnus could just hear the smirk on Warp's face. "Ah, dammit, Warp..." Magnus rolled his eyes before looking over at Echo again. "Ready?" He whispered. "I think so..." She mumbled, biting her lip nervously. "Good enough. Let's go." The push bar almost seemed like the loudest sound in the world, compared to the quiet of the staircase, and the light was blinding for a minute. Magnus went first after sticking his head out and noting that at least in the immediate vicinity, there were no Blanks. He put his back to the marble wall and on their right and edged along until he was standing at the main opening. Just around the corner was the lobby, which had many pillars and was an extremely open space. Echo wrung her hands anxiously as he peered around this next corner. There was some shouting, but no shots were fired. He looked back at her and motioned with two fingers for her to come over to him. She edged her way over now and once she was next to him he put up a hand. Four fingers up. 'Four' Blanks, he was telling her. She couldn't be sure but she thought he was trying to explain that they were at the back of the lobby, which made sense. They'd want to be away from these huge windows at the front so they could take cover if the cops tried to shoot them out and take them by surprise. She nodded. He gestured to the opposite side. She understood. He wanted them to approach from the left and right. Echo nodded again. Magnus peered around the corner again and then immediately sprinted over to the other side. They made eye contact one more time before Magnus crouched low and entered the main lobby under the cover of the nearest pillar. She watched him weave his way down slowly, taking full advantage of the altercation these thugs were clearly embroiled in. Echo gulped nervously, deciding she should probably follow suit. The closer she was in proximity to him, the more likely he would help her if she was in a jam, anyway. Echo was for once pleased with her height, her shortness actually a benefit in this situation, making her a very small target. She crouched low and peeked out before furiously booking it over to the first pillar. When there was no reaction, she scrambled over to the next pillar, the high ceiling of the lobby made the heated debate now audible to Echo, even from her position. "We can't kill the hostages, Frank, are you stupid? That is signing our own death sentence." "Look, all I'm saying is, they've heard our voices. People've been convicted for less than that. Why take the risk? We can kill everyone here and save one for insurance until the cops assure us our passage. Then, we kill that one too." "We're bank robbers, not murderers." "Very thin line between the two, I assure you." She moved again to hide behind a desk, further in and to the right. She knelt for a second, one arm hugging her knees as she tried to stop her heart from racing. She was having difficulty hearing what was going on in the rest of the room now, her pounding heart filling her ears. Echo let her head rise up a little to glimpse over the top of the desk when she was greeted with a white mask. "What the hell...?" The Blank looked at her, very confused. "What is it?" Came the call from another. "I think we forgot a hostage... C'mere, little girl." He raised the barrel of his weapon as if to gesture for her to come with him. Echo's eyes widened in fear and she froze. "Hey kid, come on now. We won't hurt you.. Why are you wearing that weird outfit?" Deep breath in. And, scream. The closest Blank was immediately knocked unconscious by the scream, a trickle of blood spilling out from his ears. Some nearby glass was now shattered and the Blanks that remained standing covered their ears, wincing. As they recovered from the sound they looked over at her. "What the **** was that? You mind tellin' us who you are?" Autumn froze up as the three men raised their guns now, barrels pointing directly at her. It didn't matter though, before any of them had the chance to pull the trigger, Magnus used his power and pulled the three large guns out of their grasp and crumpled them up as if they were paper. They were looking even more confused now as what was left of the guns came clattering to the ground. Magnus came flying out from his cover and sucker punched the nearest one in the face.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]Riley and the group were escorted to a large albeit short in height tent. Riley had no problem standing at her full height but for some of the boys it was a different story altogether. She giggled as she saw them all bent uncomfortably. A pile of handmade blankets were folded neatly in a corner. "I'm sorry we don't have better accommodations for you... We don't have human visitors often, let alone digidestined!" Agumon smiled sheepishly. "It's okay! I'm so tired, I can sleep anywhere. I'm sure we'll have no problem falling asleep." Riley grinned and the others nodded in agreement. She went over to the pile of blankets, tossing one to each of the guys before unfolding the last one for herself. She laid it down on the ground and wrapped herself up in it once, leaving some overlap for Lunamon to share with her. Lunamon shook her head. "It's okay Riley, I'm not cold. You can use me as a pillow." Lunamon laid down so that Riley could gently lean her head against the digimon for some support. The boys were also spreading themselves out, readying themselves for sleep. Wyatt was resting on his arm, Falcomon huddled in the crook of his elbow, her wing covering her face. Edward was laying down now, Gaomon not too far away and Kincaid and Coronamon were also laying down now, not too far away from one another. The little group laid there, each lost in their thoughts, eyes heavy with sleep. "Guys...?" Riley ventured quietly. "Yeah?" Replied Wyatt, opening one eye to look over at her. "Do you think that we can beat Garurumon? I mean... our partners are strong but we, you guys and me, we don't really know what we're doing... We could get them hurt, or worse..." "Riley, don't say that." Lunamon shook her head gently. "We can't think like that." Wyatt said. "They needed us to be here with them, so we have to do our best no matter what, even if our best is just staying out of the way so they don't worry about us." "You guys will get the hang of it." Falcomon said, the other Digimon voicing their agreement. "I guess so. I'm just worried." Riley looked up at the ceiling, feeling bad now that she'd said anything at all. "We all are." Edward said after a few minutes of silence. "Worried just means we have to work really hard to train and get stronger." Kincaid finished. "You're right. I'm sorry, everyone. Not exactly the happiest of bedtime materials..." she chuckled. "Good-night. Sweet dreams." "Good-night." Came the replies. The digi-destined drifted off to sleep.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]Hey guys, so, uh... where my Throwaways at? Is it still a free for all posting or do you want all of the team members to do a training post?[/font]

[font="Garamond"][url="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-14262237"]Amy Winehouse is found dead in her apartment at age 27.[/url] That is absolutely nuts. I mean I know she wasn't particularly healthy or taking care of herself but it is always so surreal to me when a celebrity dies, especially a young one at that. Not to mention the totally horrifying shooting in Norway yesterday where one gunman killed over 85 students and 7 more people in a bombing on a government building, life seems so scary... [/font]

[font="Garamond"]Things I would do in this situation: [list] [*]take it to a repair place [*]????? [*]Profit [/list][/font]

[quote name='Elle Jay' timestamp='1311388595' post='708561'] [color="#008080"][size="3"][font="Times New Roman"]I have never had coffee. [/font][/size][/color] [/quote] [font="Garamond"]I am pretty sure that is breaking some kind of law. Coffee is delicious. I have had it in the morning in some shape or form since I was 9. I mean at 9 it was more milk than coffee and extremely sugary but it still had that awesome coffee flavaaaaaaa.[/font]