Chaos

[i]Medra almost sat up, but Shalistrae slid down on the bed next to him. She looked him playfully in the eye, and wagged a finger in front of his face.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "I said go to sleep. Now, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll just lay here with you.." [i]Her hand reached up, and stroked the length of his chest and stomach. He turned red once more, and closed his eyes. He slightly, ever so slightly, moved over, but tried to remain polite. Before he knew it, he was dead asleep, and so was she, arm wrapped around his huge, barreled torso. And for the first time, he had no nightmare when he slept...[/i] -- -- -- -- Off I go to not get grounded...

[i]As they walked down the street, Medra holding all of the many bags, he looked directly at Shalistrae out of the corner of his eye. He lost his former wry sense of being, and his voice drew weary with exaustion.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "I really wanted to just hit him once. Just, pow, right in the jaw. But, I honor your...ankle-snapping decision. And you..." [i]He turned to Rena, a slightly energetic twinkle in his eye.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "And you... You're going to hurt 'daddy' if you keep that up." [i]He got an impish smile in return, and he weaved his way around a group of people standing in front of a department store window, which showed TVs, a news report on.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] [i]The crash... Dammit.[/i] [size=1]"Walk faster, Shal."[/size] [i]They had not sprinted forward for half a second when they heard the reporter say something about 'if you see this man, call the police immedietly, and stay away from him.' Medra took no time, and picked Shalistrae up, left arm bracing her back, right under her knees [still holding the bags], while she cradled Rena. He ran forward, long and full strides, with an unmatched speed for a human. He was easily clocking twenty miles per hour, evading the screams of the crowd at the appliance store. He dove into an alleyway, set the girls down, and motioned for them to follow. They came to the edge of the alley, facing a ritzy suite complex. Medra turned to the two, and looked them over. Rena was in a semi-casual outfit, but she was well dressed. Shalistrae, on the other hand, was in a pair of flared jeans and a teeshirt. Not too stylish for their next digs...[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Uh, Shalistrae, dear, I kinda need you to change into that new dress of yours. See, well...Tees and jeans won't go well with champagne. I'll look away.." [i]Medra blushed at the thought of it, and waited as he blocked public view. After five minutes of hearing this and that ruffle, he became impatient, and turned around to see what was taking so long. His entire face turned cherry red, and he whipped his body around to face away again, blood flooding the veins in his face as he blushed harder than ever before. For behind him, Shalistrae had was just about to put her strapless bra on, and her upper torso was completely nude. A minute or two later, he was still red. Shalistrae, slightly startling him, put her arm through his, and snaked her fingers into his. Her hair was pulled back and slightly styled. She was like an angel in black. He was shocked again, and Rena grasped his other hand, and smiled up at him. He put the bags over his shoulder, and walked across the street, and into the complex, holding the door open for his two female companions. He walked up to the desk, card in hand, and ordered a room on the eighth floor, the 'Princess Floor', as it was called here. This was an urban Four Seasons, this place, and it showed it. Huge marble tiles and slabs covered the reception floor, and luxerious elevators lined with brass and satin rode silently up and down, just parallel to a lovely fountain which doused the room, intoxicated with soft piano music, with a pleasent white noise. The room itself, was similar to that of their previous establishment, only about ten times better...[/i] -- -- -- -- Typos can be forgiven, I am pressed for time.

[i]Glass covered his shoes, and his escape path. His crimelord of an instinct told him to run, but his street side told him not to mess up the kicks. He should've listened to his first feeling. The clerk, an aging woman with grey locks and a wrinkly, pruney face. She was one of those snooty old women that are always sterotyped on TV programs, but she was a living image of the ultimate granny. She was already red in the face with rage, and she had to let all that hot air out. Three whole minutes of a lecture about how kids have no respect, they're so clumbsy, and about how kids these days think they can do whatever they want. Rena, however, intervined, and saved Medra the agony of keeping his face down while he was getting royally bitched. She clung to his leg, and made that same pouty face as before. Her eyes watered as Medra's gaze, without moving his head, shifted nerviously towards her puffy-cheeked face.[/i] [b]Rena:[/b] "Please don't be mad, ma'am. We can pay for it, and just be on our way. Please?" [b]Old Woman:[/b] "Well, what a delightfully sweet young girl. Such a shame a hoodlum like he is your father. I suppose your mother over there is what is keeping your moral up-bringing on the proper side. ...Very well." [i]The old woman struck her hand out, nearly slicing Medra's face with her long, fake nails, and he handed her the card. As she turned away, he drew his fist and his face squinched with anger, but a quick kick to the back of the shin from Rena kept him from swinging. He sighed heavily, and shifted his way out of the glass and jewelery pile, Rena still hugging on his leg.[/i]

[i]Medra payed no attention to the explosion. He held the others back, using the protection of the walls of the hotel. Debris rattled the building's side, and pierced halfway through brick as if it were rain. After the wave of shrapnel passed, they ran. Shalistrae carried Rena, and ran with an impossibly break-neck pace. Medra was ahead of them, keeping a single foot distance between them. It was about five minutes later, after dodging the police cars' wailing sirens and the authoritive eyes, that they came to an ATM-like machine on the other side of town; heavily commercial uptown, where business went on as usual, unaffected by the accident down in the slums. Medra punched in a seventeen-digit number, and waited for the information to come up. It showed a balence of 25,000 credits, and a fee-waver of up to 500,000 credits.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "See, while I was out, I took what information I got from the testing done on me and turned fifty credits into my account and bought all the shares of a company called 'Irumex' that I could. In two weeks, a product by the name of 'Gerzintut' will be released. It's basically a steroid that has no side affects on the body as normal steroids. No liver, kidney, heart, lung, or intestional damage was found, and it was mass produced. It also kept all blood cell counts the same, and increased muscle strength without increasing muscle mass. In two weeks, I'll be one of the richest people in this town. A month later, an item that will cure all terminal diseases with minor side affects will come out. By the end of the quarter, I'll be a billionare." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Good. Then you can afford to buy me some new clothes." [b]Medra:[/b] "Right right. Let's go then. You want clothes, you'll get clothes." [i]Rena frowned, and looked dead at Medra with what would be refered to as 'puppy dog eyes'.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "And you too, Rena. Anything you want. As long as it's dark and will draw no attention." [i]With a single press of a button, while smiling wryly at the two females, Medra took his card, which popped out of the machine, with a full 250,000 credits to spend.[/i] -- -- -- Rai, if you would be so kind, talk to me before posting.

[i]As the pot began to whistle, Medra turned off the lights, and the stove. Shalistrae looked questioningly his way, as did Rena. They looks only got a finger to the lips, and a whispered 'shhh'. They complied, and went into the front room, away from the windows. Medra looked out through one of the curtains briefly, before turning back to them, as if he was looking for something, and not at them.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "What is it?" [i]It was at that moment when a man, dressed in black, burst through the very window Medra was looking out of. He was in combat gear, and his MP5, which in hand, fired wildly, missing them all by a few inches. He severed the cable that was attached to his belt, and rolled forward. He raised his gun to fire again, only to have his arm twisted around his back. Medra turned him to the window, and kicked hard, right in the middle of his back. The man in black screamed as he plummeted, and landed face-first on a fire hydrant. That wasn't a pretty sight, and Medra scowled when he saw it. He saw the cable suddenly jerk up, and started to ascend. That was when he saw the Nighthawk, climbing in the air. Medra made a split second decision, and grabbed the cable. He jumped out the window, much against Shalistrae and Rena's liking; their screams of resistance confirming that. With proper timing, Medra landed roughly on the roof of a nearby building, cable in hand, with his feet grinding the gravel top. He pulled with all his might, and watched in joy as the chopper fell down the street, by the corner. It exploded furiously, as Medra was seen sliding down the drain pole on the side that faced the hotel. Several minutes later, he barged into the room again, ripping the locked door off of it's hinges. He looked squarely at the two girls, and motioned for them to leave.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "C'mon. We gotta go." -- -- -- [spoiler][center][color=white][i]Well, isn't that funny. [b]Be quiet. We predicted this, and were hoping for it. In the two's eyes, he will be a hero. In the public's eyes, he will be a murderer.[/b] ...You two are sick. [u]It wasn't our call. We told our superiors, and they gave the order.[/u] [b]And now the plan can reach it's middle phase.[/b] ...Insanely delicious.[/i][/color][/center][/spoiler]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Jedah [/i] [B]OOC: hmm....I dont thorougly appreciate the fact that my character was suddenly made an *******, and is now kicked out of the motel. Medra...it's cool if you want to create dialogue for my character, but please don't perform actions. And Donovan is not the type who would have simply said..."uh...yes" to the question of his wants of Shalistrae. Also, there was no specific reason enough for me to attack your character.[/B][/QUOTE] I really am sorry, as I hate to mess up the flow of any RPG to a certain extent, but I did simply what Raiha told me to do. She owns me, you know. And now I can't think of **** to do, with the exception of this...: -- -- -- [spoiler][center][color=white][i]What the **** are you two doing?! Sending the force out to kill them?! [u]Calm down. Not to kill; capture.[/u] BUT WHY?! [b]They attacked their own kind.[/b] The humans attack their own kind every day, yet we do not send out the force to seek them out! [u]The humans aren't on trial here.[/u] For Christ sake you two! It was a simple brawl. No bane for life was carried! [b]They attacked their own kind. You know the law for us. We have to do it.[/b] Why do we 'have' to? We were ordered to at the beginning. That doesn't mean we have to. We could have...missed that. [u]The humans are not on trial, and we have to. Unless you want the officials on you.[/u] ...[/i][/color][/center][/spoiler]

God, not this again. DOK, wanna see disemboweling? If you do, step over here: 1) Juuthena 2) Liamc2 3) Jedah 4) DeathKnight 5) Medra 6) Yoda 7) Harlequin 8-10) Unknown. You know the drill... Don't post again, for pity's sake, please, just don't.

[b]Medra:[/b] "Then the only question left is...why are you here?" [b]Donovan:[/b] "I... Shalistrae.. That is, uh." [b]Rena:[/b] "You want her." [b]Donovan:[/b] "Well, uh...yes." [b]Medra:[/b] "Ever stop to think about if Shalistrae wants you? Or were you just going to rape her?" [b]Donovan:[/b] "No, it's not like that." [b]Medra:[/b] "Then I hope that sweat that's coming down your face is just embarrassment, otherwise you'll find your face broken in seven ways." [i]That was it. That was the spark. Donovan took that as a challenge, and lashed out with his mind. Medra simply skidded backwards, sawdust kicking up from the friction between his shoes and the floor. Donovan looked remotely shocked, as his push did little more than piss off Medra. Hitting the huge man again, Donovan had his foe in the corner, and slightly, ever so slightly, bruised on the chest. It was at this point that the room became significantly brighter, and Donovan was thrown backwards onto the couch-bed, and there he looked as if he was just now getting off of a bad acid trip. The others that could still stand looked back, to see Rena, floating in midair, hair whipping like angry snakes, and her eyes a very bright silver.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Political correctness can kiss my ***; holy ****."

[i]Medra's face turned to one of rage. HOW DID HE ALREADY KNOW?! DNA traces take 72 hours at a minimum! The man raced to Shalistrae's room, and basically ran through the door. There she was, huddled up in the bed, knees to her chin, eyes wide. It was so strange, seeing this calm and collected girl ablaze with panic. He sat on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eyes. Rena also came into the room, stepping through the hole where the center of the wood was, and sat directly in front of Shalistrae. Memeories impaled their way into the young woman's mind of the day, all that happened. The pain, the fear, the rage, the exaustion. It was all there, in a single point. After a few minutes of self-composure, Shalistrae was back to her...usual self. It was as if she had been outside when it was cold and then stood next to a fire. Such a drastic change. They stared at the monitor, and watched as Vormir stalked his way through those oh so familier halls. He came to another room, sadistically and slowly cocking the hammer, before opening the door like any good serial killer would do, swinging it wide and feeling the electricity flow through his body as the squeak cast a call of death upon his victim. As the world slowed, the trigger came back ever so slow, just as one of the wooden, polished chairs was sent flying into the monitor from across the room. Just as the gun fired, the chair shattered the screen and shorted the system. Silence cast over the suite as Shalistrae walked over, and pulled the chair that she had thrown out of the wall...[/i]

[i]Medra blushed once more. Dressing. He knew he had forgotten something.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Yeah, uh. I think there's some in the fridge." [i]Shalistrae went to stand from her seat at the large dining table, in which Rena was seated across from her in, when Medra was out of the room in a flash. Almost unreal, the way someone so big could move with such speed. It was in another half second that the ranch dressing was on the table in front of the small girl, oddly cold yet just warm enough to be perfect. Strange how things work out like that, ain't it?[/i] -- -- [spoiler][color=white][center][i]Are you sure it's safe to let him be with those two? [b]Positive. It's perfectly fine. If you remember, the original intention was to clone him. I doubt any harm could come from his interaction.[/b] Suppose they don't interact though? What if they send out the force? [u]Don't be foolish. He will take care of that tired excuse for a self-employed military.[/u] [Who, the subject? Please. He might be strong, but by no means invunerable... [b]No, not the subject. The doctor. Didn't you get briefed on case V4-XY; J72?[/b] No, I...I didn't. [b]Then the system would be corrupt.[/b] [u]It already is, my friend. It already is.[/u] If it's corrupt, then what's keeping this branch open? [b]...[/b] [u]...[/u] ...[/i][/center][/color][/spoiler] -- -- [i]It was night now. Rena had fallen asleep in Shalistrae's arms and she and Medra talked and watched the TV monitor, for anything at all to keep their mind off of the day that had gone by. When they did talk, whenever whatever program they were watching took a break, it was in a whisper, almost like parents would when their own child would nap in their arms.[/i] [size=1][b]Medra:[/b] "Yeah, this is just..." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Yeah." [b]Medra:[/b] "You realize that you can't go back there, right? Security at the front desk would kill you on sight. I mean, not that you would _want_ to go back, but I'm saying to rescue friends or something. At least..not alone." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Why Medra, are you offering to help?" [i]Shalistrae winked ever so quickly at her new friend, who blushed furiously in return.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "I uh... ...I was cloned there. The first thing I saw when I awoke was a drill. It cut into my face and body, where they tested my skeletal strength. They put weights on my face, arms, legs, chest. I was maybe in relation to humans, five years old. I had three hundred pounds crushing my ribs when I woke up. The next day they injected me. About twenty shots in total. Every fiber of my being went straight to Hell. My systems overworked and my heart ripped in several places. I ran a fever of one hundred and ten degrees. The only reason why I survived was because of those shots. They gave me advanced healing properties, and they also enhanced my muscles. After a period of time, mind you. For the first twenty years of my life, I was a living canvas for their sick arts. Every drug on the market designed to improve body muscles, from the eyelids to the soles of your feet, was injected into my body like that first time. The first ten years of my life I was like a crackbaby. unable to move or fight back, even though I could, appoximatly, lift the weight of a double-decker bus cubed. On the day in which would be the big two-zero for me if I was a nuetral, after a month of no drugs and being locked in a dark, cold room, I kicked the door down. It was true what they said. I was strong enough to fight an army. I uh...skipped out on them, and came here. They found me though. Damn police tracked me down by my registered DNA signal. For three months after I was recaptured, I was tortured. They put me back on the drugs again, but this time, my body had adapted. For those three months, I could feel my body regenerating the cells the drugs destroyed by the three-fold. After the time had pasted, and when I worked up enough nerve, I simply stood up, and ripped the doctor which gave the order to drug me up again and the first time apart with my bare hands... ... I started with the fingers. I uh. I snapped them back, and to the side, and then just tore them off. With the elbows, I bent them back all the way to where his stub of hands touched his shoulders from underneath. Then, while stepping on his feet, I pulled up at the neck. His body came apart at the waist, and blood was as if a river. He hung there in my hands for a few minutes, bleeding out. I realized that I was enjoying killing this man. I was thinking that exact thought for two seconds, and when I came back to, my fingers were inside of his neck; my fingers had stabbed him. He uh..went into a convulsion then. Bit his own tounge off and broke his jaw. I could feel his pulse growing fainter and fainter. That's when I ended it. I raised my arms up, and turned towards the table they strapped me on for all those years. I slammed down as hard as I could, and I didn't even see what happened at the exact moment. When I regained my sense, I saw I had plunged him through the table and into the marble floor. His upper torso was crushed completely, bones just gone. His innards that remained inside has gone to mush. I stood there for another five minutes, and looked at the blood that covered me. Everything below my shoulders was crimson. And... So help me, God, I loved it. I loved the feeling of being able to just end a life, to feel the heart's beating slow down, and then just stop. So help me, God, ...I love it."[/size] [i]Medra glanced at Shalistrae, who's face was tainted with pity and a very serious caring image. He smiled embarrassingly, and looked at the floor. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he felt a hand brush it away. He thought for a brief second that he had done it out of habit, but when he looked, he saw Shalistrae with her left hand outstretched, index finger coupled with middle, and the rest of her hand balled gently, stroking his cheek, wiping away the moisture. He smiled again, and stood up.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "It's been a long day. Go get some rest. I'll sleep on this fold-out. Go on, get some rest." [i]He quietly and polietly ushered the young woman and the still-asleep girl to the master bedroom, and closed the door without a sound. He stretched out the couch, and layed there, in the peaceful dark, trying to sleep. But neverminding his exaustion, he fought sleep into the early A.M., for when he slept, he had no dreams...only nightmares.[/i]

Double posting is an evil sin in which I don't like to practice, but my edit isn't working for some reason. Draagul, as requested by Raiha, I am informing you to get the **** out. Your name is not on the confirmed list, and thus you have no business in this RPG. Post in here again and I will disembowel you and hand you your bladder on a silver plate, AND recommend you for ban warning. Have a nice life.

[i]A quiet conversation insued between the bellhop and Medra, as they shook hands firmly and spoke of simple things, like the weather. When it came down to business about two minutes later, Medra handed the card over, but the bellhop gave it right back, and smiled in a supermodel fasion. Medra returned with a more humble smile, and led the girls to stairs. He guestured for them to go first polietly, and followed _very_ closely behind. Upon reaching the ninth floor, this hotel turned more suite like, and the room they went into, with a keycard that the deskman slipped to Medra, was quite refined. Two bedrooms, fold-out sofa, in-wall monitors [TV] in each of the bedrooms, the dining room, and front room. Soft lights gave the room an ever more regal look to it as fancy paintings emitted a soothing essance. The windows were blocked, with good reason, by heavy satin curtains. The girls were quite shocked at the room, considering the area.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Well, this is...nice. I hope you can get your liver back from wherever you sold it to in order to pay for this..." [b]Medra:[/b] "Like I said, this is a nice hotel. And that bellhop downstairs? His uncle, which I helped keep alive the last time I broke out, owns this place. So yeah. We get the suite." [i]Some silence went by, and Medra looked at the two, just standing there.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "God, listen to me. You two have probably had the day from Hell and back and here I am talking about this room. Listen, main bathroom is in the back next to the first bedroom. Kitchen is opposite the dining room, and I'll see about getting room service. Anything you two want to eat?" [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Salads would be a wonderful treat..." [b]Rena:[/b] "Yeah, that sounds great.." [i]Medra gave a half smile, before personally showing them to the powder room and the bedrooms, and went to the phone-like device in which he ordered, as requested, two salads. He heard the shower running, and for some reason, he had a sudden compulsion to lock the door. He indeed did so, and watched out the window, holding his breath every time a car pulled to a stop outside, or slowed down for whatever reason.[/i]

[i]He looked at the little girl. Emotion twinged at him, and tears, ever so slightly, welled in his eyes. He crouched down, a squat so low his shins touched his thighs. He smiled gently toward the little one, but even though he was as low as he could go without laying down, he still dwarfed the girl. His huge hand delicatly reached out and propped her chin up so that they could see each other's face.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "I will not only not hurt her, or you, but I will protect you both with my life, if needed be." [i]The little girl smiled, and Medra coughed out a laugh as he stood upright again. He was silenced by an interested look, coming from almost straight down, from the older of the females, Shalistrae. She was just studying him, as if he were a display on some science fair entry. Blushing at her beauty, the man introduced himself properly to the pair, and whisked them through a nearby alley. He told them a brief plan, and explained his basic of intentions.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "We need a way to get rid of the complex once and for all, but in order to do that, we need more Altered humans. We'll lay low for a while, and stay away from a lot of activity. We need cash too, but I can only think of one way to get it, which either of you won't lik--" [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "She's too young and sweet for that, you *******!" [i]Medra looked briefly dumbfounded for a microsecond, before he slapped his hand to his face.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "No, not that! I was talking about mugging. Christ, I'm not sick...not like that bastard Vormir." [i]Shalistrae looked thoughful for a moment, before, with the confidence that all females that are ahead of the game seem to have, holding up her card. Medra snatched it out of her hand gently, with a wry smile on his face.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Follow me. I know a nice hotel that's cheap. But it's not in the best of neighborhoods... ...So stick close, and if you see people gathering around us suddenly, run like all Hell." -- -- -- -- If Raiha wouldst be so kind as to take it from here as I don't want to incriminate myself further...O_o;;

[b]Medra:[/b] "Why just let them waltz out though, that's my question. Surely you and your sick desires would love to see them fight their way out." [b]Vormir:[/b] "Ah, but that's just it. Once the world finds out what they are, they'll have to fight for themselves. We have security here. By the marks on your chest and holes in your shirt you no doubt have found out how ineffective they are to certain types. But a whole world of humans against two of the tests? No, I like those odds a whole lot more." [b]Medra:[/b] "Of course. And then Western civilization crumbles. Right, right. Well, I know what I wanted to know." [i]With that, Medra did something very suprising indeed. He helped Vormir up, and even so much as dusted his coat off after removing his foot from the "good" doctor's back. Vormir calmly fixed his hair, and looked sternly at the huge beast that dwarfed him by about two inches.[/i] [b]Vormir:[/b] "By the way, are their any other of your bloodworks that I should know about before I let you go save your little friends?" [b]Medra:[/b] "Two guards in incubation. One has jello for an upper torso and the other is broken in half in the far corner." [i]With that, Medra took off towards the front of the building, the reception area in which this hellish place seemed almost innocent...[/i]

[spoiler][center][i]"Is it wise to let him continue training?" [b]"I don't see why not. He'll escape eventually. Then the real tests begin."[/b] "...Very well. His vitamin supliments have been injected and his muscle growth and healing rate have tripled. I just hope his body can handle it." [u]He can take it. He's stronger than any gene we can inject into him...[/u][/i][/center][/spoiler] -- -- -- -- [center][i]I remembered hearing the fighting earlier. Their new victim, no doubt. As I was free to wander the compound, I figured I'd go see what was happening."[/i][/center] [i]The guards gave me a glance as I stepped out of my room. Their hands immedietly twitched in the direction of their cocked revolvers at their waists. But nothing was drawn. They knew I could have killed them before they could notice I was out of the room, so they relaxed. -- Hollow footsteps whispered as down the hall as Medra made his way forward. It was mostly silent, except for the occasional muttered whimper. It was a long walk up the corridor, it was dark and cold. The polished floor was often hit by the kicks, and the shoes under and around the huge man's feet squeaked shrilly. It came around, however, that he came to the incubation room. That whitewashed hellhole. The new prisioner was no doubt in there. The heavy door gave weight as Medra slung his shoulder into it. He did it so quickly, the guards reacted. The dual M16s fired off three rounds. Only at chest level, the bullets sank half of their length into the beasts' torso, and stopped dead. Medra slowly and deliberatly picked the bullets out, grasping the hot cylinders that didn't even have enough force to go through his ribs, and then tossed them on the ground. Every second was prolonged, as he then advanced on the guards. They quivered in absolute fear. It was over, and they knew it. Without time to think, Medra reared his massive, hogshead of a fist back, and punched the paler of the sentries with all his might. His foe's ribcage shattered like sugarglass under the pressure of a car crusher. His insides, likewise, imploded with the extreme force. The second guard went for his taser, but he soon found his throat crushed under the force of the same hand that killed his comrad. Medra's elbow even punctured skin, and he held his prey up in the air, right arm curved and bent at the joint. The latter of the guards in that room did not have a swift death. He bled out. He suffered. It was a few minutes later, when the sentry was dropped onto the floor, face and body white as a ghost. Medra kicked the body over to the corner wall, and smiled as it snapped in half at impact. He glanced at the table for the first time. Empty. ... He had the wrong room. He cursed, and plummeted into the dark corridor again. -- -- Vormir walked briskly yet sullenly towards the 'exit'. Where did this girl think she was going? That was the thoughts that ran through the doctor's min-- A fist came from the shadowed area os the hallway, and clipped the man at the neck. The doctor flipped completely around, at 180 degrees, and landed painfully on his nose. A huge foot came down, and pressed the space between his shoulder blades. A crunch was heard as the foot hammered down obviously harder this time.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Well, well, well. If it isn't Vormir. What brings you to the bowels of the facility, you insignificant prick?" [b]Vormir:[/b] "Either you get off of me now, or I see to it you will be caged like an animal for the rest of your unnaturally long days." [b]Medra:[/b] "Don't make idle threats. Now, honestly, why are you here? Human-animal corssbreeding section at this time? You must be mad. Now tell me. Why are you here? ...Or must I kill you?" -- -- -- -- Nothing personal Ken. It's just that I had to make some changes to this post because I took so long to type it up...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]Hell you don't even know what love is! [/B][/QUOTE] And you're just the God of Love, right? :p Anyway, I would suggest following gokents' idea of asking her to have a cup of coffee with you...Or, be like me, and drop subliminal hints of gettin it on with her in every other sentance. Mind you, I do that with girls that I'm very good friends with, and in a jokingly manner. This was mostly for comedy. But seriously, asking her to just go and walk to the cafe isn't a bad idea. If you share any classes together [Current Issues would be a [i]great[/i] topic to strike up some form of friendship upon because you can see where she stands in the world on viewpoints], talk about that a LITTLE bit. Try and find a common ground. Be a friend first, and don't rush into anything. Be a bit witty and suave. You need to crawl before you can walk.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]And also: this RPG will have graphic volence and dark subject matter. You have been warned.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Like sweet. Most cool. Birth name: [No former birth name; retained 'Medra' as a play-on of the Greek word for 'middle'; [i]mesos[/i]; marked the halfway point on pure physical enhancements.] Subject name: JR-147-9910; CODE :: V3 Age: 24 Appearance before: Six foot nothing; A bit chubby, but still exceedingly strong for figure; slightly tanned in that Blue-Collar worker way, brown scruffy hair; suprising speed for size. Appearance after: Six foot seven inches; cut like a diamond; physical strength uncharted; very dark skin; white, short-cut hair which stands straight up [not spiked, but it's too short to fall down]; speed parallels brute strength Bio: Life is, how to say, 'dark'. One could call it gothic, except the term is, to say the least, outdated. Moreover, this man is a genetic freak. Cold-hearted on the surface, and ripped like an Olympiad on steroids, he seems far and distant to all others. However, his stern past actually makes him mentally break down, and at times, tears can be shed if his memory gets the best of him. He was cloned, to put it the best way. Part of a genetic test to create a brainless oaf in which physical obstructions would be a thing of the past. That, however, failed. As due to a miscalculation, he turned out not only to be super-strong, but he was quite smart. This, sadly, only intrigued his creators, and he spent the first twenty years of his life as a test tube subject. However, lately, he has been resisting his captors, and has even been rumored to have briefly escaped. Unfortionatly for his 'fathers', he's about to go loco... Personality: As said, he appears cold-hearted, but he is actually a very lonely man. At the given chance, he could very well break apart and curl up in a ball until the emotional stress makes his head go 'pop'. Dressings: A pair of black, really baggy jeans, black shirt with a tribal version of the Adidas symbol, and a pair of black and white Air Force Ones [No, he doesn't need two girls]. His also has several self-mutilation scars, most obvious are his earrings; gold loops the size of nickels slashed into each lobe. My, but Rai's a looker nowadays...*bows before running off back to try and kill the creativity-sucking beast that has been plaguing him/listen to Bodies*

A short post, but it will get my point across... 'Girls have peer pressure, too, my friend.'

Wanna play, eh? Fist: Bare knuckles -- *pow* Melee: Golf club -- Knock them down, and it's the fastest melee weapon. Pistol: Colt Python -- It reminds me of the Magnum from Goldeneye...^_^ Sub-Machine Gun: TEC-9 -- Gotta have my TECie, man... Rifle: M4 -- As said by Flash, "Woo!" Sniper Rifle: Sniper Rifle -- I hate the laser light because you can only see it if it's on something. Shotgun: Stubby Shotgun -- It does more damage than a Chromed and it doesn't chew through ammo like the SPAZ Explosive: Molotov Cocktails -- The only drink for a pyro... Heavy Weapon: M60 -- Only because you can aim it and it knocks people flat on their ***. Overall weapon: Chaingun -- Goes through cars with three bullets, and I love doing the "Shower of Bullets" with peddies.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B]-insert rambly stuff-[/B][/QUOTE] Ever seen something explode? Notice that things go out and up when they explode. THAT'S what was going down in my post. Silly Jeh-Jeh. ;P

[i][center]The leg touched the ground. Go.[/center] Arano's body blurred as he jetted forth, such extreme speeds that seemed impossible by such a burly figure. His right hand came out, balled into a tight fist, but hit nothing more than a mere open-palm block. He kicked left, and got a dodge to the side in return. Sabirsing was quite the nimble one. Taking a quick chance to power up, Arano burst forward once more, and slung his fists out madly. Sabirsing took her leave, and bounded backwards; as soon as her feet touched the ground, she disappeared, an afterimage there-after fading away. Arano assumed his previous position, and waited the strike. It came in the form of a blow to the neck, a kick or chop. It was barely anything, but the single blow was then followed by many. Headshots, kicks to the back, and elbows sent the Saiya-jin sprawling to the side. He instantly shot up, and threw his hands above his head. A sphere of ki molded around his skin, and expanded ever so quickly. It found the target Arano could not. It wrapped itself around the girl, and trapped her deep within a ball of pure energy. She tried her best to move, kicked, punched, and swung her staff. Nothing freed her, and nothing would. Arano dove upwards, daintly floating above the girl for a moment, right fist drawn, legs brought up in habit of style, and the blow was landed. A deep impression was left in Sabirsing's cheek, as a shockingly loud smack was heard. Energy had been slid into the punch, and the visible aftermath was a potent shockwave which rocked the nearby training facility. As soon as the sphere of light made contact with the ground below, a hellfire was unleashed upon Sabirsing. The ball exploded, and knocked her back up into the air, where she regained what composure and pride she had left. She snarled and bared her fangs towards Arano. But he saw none of it. Instead, he was too busy. His eyes flashed white, and kept the color after a moment or two, his body cut down and still bulked up. His aura changed drastically, mimicing flames. His hair spiked up ever so slightly, but noticibly. It came at that fine line where you could tell it had moved, but not much at all. His power seemed off the wall, and it was just that. His PSM beeped several times, but only after rushing his ki out of his body did he look, while wind whipped at he and his opponent.[/i] [center]Subject :: ARANO :: //STAT SET ONE\\ [size=1][b]Strength: 38 -- 44 Defense: 29 -- 41 Speed: 32 -- 45 Ki: 45 -- 52 [u]Power Level: 182[/u][/b][/size] //STAT SET TWO \\ [size=1][b]Strength: 77 Defense: 62 Speed: 74 Ki: 92 [u]Power Level: 305[/u] [i]WARNING! EXTREME BODY STRESS! PLEASE USE CAUTION!![/i][/b][/size][/center] [i]Arano shoved the PSM into his pocket angrily. [center]**** that piece of junk. This is who I am. I will regain my former glory![/center] Arano blitzed forward, unable to be seen by Sabirsing, and punched her square in the gut. She started to fall downwards, winded, grasping her stomach. Her eyes gained a furious red tint to them, and her body began to change...[/i] -- -- -- Geheheh. Fire Saiya-jin ownz j00z.

OOC: A beautiful post, James. :) -- -- -- -- IC: [i]The explosions were deafening. The silence of early city life was ripped apart, the smoke and fire and heat everywhere. It seemed the destruction had no limit, and shrapnel rained down upon the earth as if it carried some bane for all life. Metal came down in showers as if to purge the planet of existence. The small squad of Hunters dove down, and had to keep moving. Within the few surrounding blocks, the Protogen attack was Hell on Earth, yet on the Hunter HQ alone. Rocks now fell, giving this apocalyptic image an even more frightening bite of realism. Chaos reigned supreme here, and it showed. People were running around, some getting cut down from the falling obstacles. Others ran for cover in buildings, and others curled up into balls and cried for their mothers. The Hunters did no such thing; they dove for the subway, along with what few humans and reploids that had the sense to go underground. Emergency response vehicles were heard roaring down the streets, avoiding regard for own personal safety. Sirens called out a warning to all, a prerecorded voice breaking the repetitive air raid horn, calling for people to seek shelter, and to not leave until the siren was deactivated. The message was repeated, and then night sky was then once more subjected to the harsh alarm. The Hunters sighed, and took to the tunnel, looking to see for any sign of a train, by sheer habit alone.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Oh what the Hell what the Hell what the HELL..?" [b]Reverb:[/b] "HQ isn't establishing contact. I can't even get dispatch." [b]Iota:[/b] "Great, we can't even find out what happened." [b]Demos:[/b] "I'm not even sure we want to know..." [i]The rest of the group was silent from here on in, and they listened to the screams of the people, the hammering of the debris, and the wail of the sirens...[/i]

If I died...I'd want to come back as some type of soul-stealing bastard in which whenever I come around 'normal' human life, they all suddenly hate me and want to leave. ...Wait, I am that. I'd want to be the character 'Blank' from that old BTAS story or 'Demos' in the MHP storyline...and actually BE in the MHP perspective. I mean, Hell, why not? Both are immortal and omnipowerful and get to blow up things at random. :p

[i]Arano leaned backwards, forward once more, and repeated this simple process a few times over. It was odd, really. He wasn't too used to having his bones shifted around so...liberally.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Well... Thanks, I suppose." [b]Sabirsing:[/b] "Glad to help. Now then, since Tornait has taken leave... ...Would you like to spar?" [i]Arano said nothing. His eyes grew dark, his face turned sour, and his snake-like veins slithered up underneathe his skin once more. Energy flustered outwards from within, forming an icy blue aura, which pulsed dangeriously and angrily. The Saiya-jin drew both fists back swiftly in a classic powering-up pose. But instead, he was ready for the fight now. This was his defensive position. His right foot lightly scraped the floor as it came to rest under his right shoulder; his left side following suit.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Ladies first..."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by S@bretooth [/i] [B]I never kne there [i]were[/i] trains in gta2, is that the pc version?[/B][/QUOTE] Yes, the PSX version was junky...>> [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by S@bretooth [/i] [B]ha, try doing that with mines, I did a rampage with mines once, and they were all blow up by the unsuspecting cars, then when I was on a very inportant mission, I ran over one that wasn't deactivated. -Karma -_-.[/B][/QUOTE] Hah. The worst, by far, is doing both at the same time. I did that after I read your post, and I must say, it was not fun...-_-