RPG X-Men: Mutants Brigades

[Circ]

Group Blueberry Lognet.

[i]It is a chance that we recently captured escaped Experimental Mutant #626. After psionic investigations, it was discovered that he wasn't the serial killer the government accused him to be. We transmitted the FBI informations about the real murderer. The mutant of unknown name is now codename Silex. He asked not to be handed over back to the goverment and it is very understandable. He is now being sent undercover for hiding into one of our outerstates facilities.

I received today key informations from New York's Group Rainforest about Andromeda. We are finally able to locate and stop these dangerous criminals. I am joining them myself in order to look out over the best team I can muster. Members of both Operation Group Solidariy and Group Blueberry will be joining in this elite force to stop some of the most dangerous mutants in North America.[/i] - Logging out

Dreamcast


Michael Biddall disconnected the psionic computer and thanked his human screen "Telvi". He then activated the new special list for the mutant group that would called to be the new force in mutant fighting. Codename: Operation Tsunami. Members: Siren, Biomass, Graffiti, Myth, Stop, Klepto, Fathom and himself. He waited a dozen minutes befor ethe first came tumbling into the room.

[SIZE=1]Okay people, let's get this thing started! Your caracter is just going through is everyday life when his "thing" (whatever you want it to be) suddenly starts beeping, indicating there is an urgent mission/reunion. You get into your fighting costumes and into the room where the near-legendary (as a founder of the brigades) Dreamcast is waiting for you.[/SIZE]

[Vicky]

Do you have to sign up for this?

[Eclectic]

OOC: Yes.

Dani ran down the field, wanting to setup the play she had made, but couldn't. She refused to speak in public. Still, it would have been the perfect play. She had thought up quite a few since the start of the season. Taking the shot, she scored again, giving her team the lead once again. It was half time now. She sat down, resting a bit before she had to go back in. Someone handed her a note.
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[i]While you were in, someone left you a text message. If you need more time after the half, take it.[/i]
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She immeadiately pulled out her phone. She thought she had heard something. She quickly opened the message, hoping it might be from her boyfriend...
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[i]New mission. Report immeadiately for briefing.[/i]
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She frowned. This wasn't good news or bad news, just a bit depressing. She wanted to go back in during the second half, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She wrote a note and handed it to the coach, who nodded and dismissed her. No doubt she must wonder where she was going. In the past three years, Dani had told them six uncles, five aunts, three cousins, and a half-brother had either died or become seriously injured. She needed to come up with some new lies. It wasn't a long walk, but she still drove. It only took about ten minutes. She left her things in the car and ran for the meeting room, falling through the door.

[Ben]

Klepto was sitting in his remote little corner of the mall, his clowns ([url]http://www.streetgangs.com/homies/psychoclowns.html[/url]) being displayed on the floor in front of him. The mall's manager had told him he was not allowed to sell his clowns on the premises, but Ben just ignored him. He had been chased by the mall security too many times to count, and had never been caught. Things were just too easy for him.

He currently had his eyes on George, the only security guard who had actually laid a hand on him. He was standing in a doze near a candle shop about thirty feet away. George was an elderly man, but you could not tell it by his physique. He still had plenty of energy to chase Ben around. He was also just about as clever as Ben. He knew that Ben was no ordinary thief. Just then Ben's watch beeped. He looked down at it.

[I]New Mission. Report Immediately for Briefing.[/I]

Ben grinned. Finally, something to do! Ben liked his clowns, sure enough, but sitting with them all day and hoping that someone would buy them wasn't very fun. Just then he noticed that a shadow had fallen over him. Ben looked up. And there stood George.

"I know, I know, I'm leaving." said Ben.

"You better be. Now get out!" replied George.

Ben slunk past George, heading towards the exit. When he reached the doors, he smiled. In his hands he held George's security card and his wallet. He laughed softly.

"Too easy..."

[BlueGender]

[size=1][color=blue]Micheal sat in his room staring at the television. He was doing menial tasks in Animal Crossing once again to raise money. He was 200,000 bells away from paying of his morgage. He quickly became bored and decided he was going to quit and make some breakfast. As he turned off his GameCube his PDA beeped informing him he had just recieved new message. Mike opened up his email and saw his newest email was from Dreamcast. Without looking at the message Mike stood up and began to leave. Mike grabbed his key's and began to leave his apartment. He quickly realised he was still in his pajama's. Mike quickly threw on a t-shirt and some jeans then proceded to leave.[/size][/color]

[Geist]

[COLOR=blue]
[I]Evan stared the brick wall in front of him before he pulled out his spray can. Across the wall, in large white letters, he wrote.
[B]Let Love Rule[/B]
He stood back a little and admired his work. Some call it vandalism, but he calls it art. Because of his mutant powers, he could have easily wrote the message without a spray can, but he wanted the wall to remain standing. Evan slipped the can back into a bag by his side and looked over at a building with an electronic marquee.
[B]New Mission. Report Immediately for Brieifing.[/B] flashed by.
Evan blinked. The marquee was displaying it's normal message once again.[/I]

[B]OOC: Sorry about the short intro. I got the idea for, "Let Love Rule" from some graffiti on a building in New Orleans.[/B]
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[Eclectic]

Dani stood up and dusted herself off. She glared at Michael for a little before saying anything. "Hello, Michael. Is there a reason you dragged me from my game? You know this is the most important one of the season. If we win, we're in the semi-finals. Who knows what could happen if I'm not there! We could lose and the team will never forgive me!"

[Circ]

Dreamcast looked around himself and spoke nonchalantly.

"You most certainly have heard during the last year about the actions of Andromeda. A secret organization constituted of mutants and whose activities, though unknown precisely, are most certainly not in tune with the laws."

The mutants looked at him quizzically. Telvi acted again, projecting random data about andromeda as a transparent hologram betweem him and them.

"Andromeda is an association of thirteen mutants, no less, no more. ranging from bodyguards, murderer, thieves and adventurer. They are up for any act, preferably criminal in form or concept, as long as they are paid."

Various pictures showed of murder and thief scenes were Andromeda was involved.

"Up to very recently, the informations we had on Andromeda were scarce and unaccurate. This resulted in the fiasco of Operation Laurel. The plan of thwarting the attempt against Israel's Prime Minister in Quebec City failed miserably, resulting in the blow up of the whole Frontenac hotel and the death of three members of Operation Group Solidearity."

This was hard to forget, especially as the three dead mutant were considered among the elite in Canada.

"Thanks to recent investigations from Group Rainforest in New York and specially the risks taken by mutant Yromem, we are now well-aware of Andromeda's wereabouts. This group has been formed to destroy Andromeda. Codename: Operation Tsunami. Your first mission to achieve this goal is the capture of Nipple."

A Mutant profile with a picture appeared on the holographic screen. The picture showed a young women in a classic Karate stance. Her her was a bright green, and her her skin had a definite green tone to it too. Leather covered most of body but her head and breasts (this elicited some stares from the Men present, which then elicited several whacks from the women. On the shoulder was a very visible [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=417283]symbol[/URL] .

[b]Name[/b]: Caleen Dowblock

[b]Codename[/b]: Nipple

[b]Age[/b]: 25

[b]Occupation[/b]: Hired Killer and adventurer

[b]Identity[/b]: The general public and government are unaware of Nipple's existence

[b]Legal status[/b]: none

[b]Group Affiliation[/b]: Andromeda

[b]Strength Level[/b]: Caleen Dowblock possesses the normal strenght of a woman of hi age who engage in intensive exercise.

[b]Mutation Type[/b]: Blaster, Invader

[b]Known superhuman power[/b]: Nipple is able to charm any living being of the opposite sex and with enough intelligence that stand in her imediate area. They will follow her very orders without any thinking. Even once they leave the direct nearby area, she can keep a slight unconscious control over them. She is also able to fire dangerous green beams of energy from her breast tips.

[b]Current Wereabouts[/b]: Currently on a contract with the Hell's Angels in Canada. She is to kill the leaders of all opposite biker gangs. She is currently in Alberta where she assassinated 5 leaders of the Blood Coughs three days ago in Edmonton.


As the words faded on the screen, Biddall grabbed a box on his desk. "Our technical department had these made for the mission. Myth?" He threw the teen several small round tablets that were catched unceremoniously.

The mutant looked up at him. "What are these?"

"Nitroglycerin tablets." He smirked as the mutant jumped. "If you throw them hard enough, they create a small firecracker-like explosion. Not powerfull enough to harm, noisy enough to scare, and big enough for you to work with."

A pair of spray paint were then produced. One was labelled "Destruction Red" the other was "Crazy Blue".

"Errr... They told me you'd understand." Michael tossed them at Graffiti. "And finally..." He hold out a tuning fork. They al blinked.

"This is for you, Siren. This little thing produces a specific sound frequency that multiply your voice's powers by ten. For last resort uses only. One last thing: Stop, you're in charge of looking over Klepto so he don't steal too much."

Dreamcast glanced meaningfully at the mutant.

"There, I think we are ready. All you are waiting for is our lift."

They looked at him quizzically ([i]you[/i]?) and he suddenly seemed to slump over his desk and fall asleep.

[Ben]

"Watch over me." Klepto snorted. "You'd lose your voice if it weren't lodged in your throat."

Siren fired a high pitched note at him. He cried out and covered his ears. He began to change color, as was always the case when he was hurt. He shook his head, stood up, and resumed control of his coloring.

"Well, I haven't lost it yet." said Siren sweetly.

Klepto rolled his eyes. She thought she was so cool. He would show her. He chuckled. He knew just what he would do.

"Are you coming?" asked Siren, as the lift had just arrived.

"Yup." said Klepto, walking up from behind her.

"Now, remember what Dreamcast said, limit the theft." she said.

"Of course." said Klepto. He was busily stowing away the tuning fork he had just taken into his pocket. He had a nytroglycerin tablet he had stolen stuck to his forearm and a can of Graffiti's spraypaint in one of his cargo pockets.

This was going to be a fun mission.