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Saraibre Ryu
10-09-2011, 08:01 PM
Nexen

...the extension of the world...

Note: This is an original novel concept and all ideas belong to myself.


Reality, where we know everything is, know of everything and know of our existence. This world is no different from the one you live in now, well, not quite. The people here are like your people, the food, air, cities, and oceans, pretty much the same. The only difference is the soul of the world. Here, those who are imaginative to a certain level, can create to a point where if they don’t, they become overwhelmed. We became overwhelmed. We weren’t the first. Michelangelo, Da Vinci…Bach and Beethoven, Martin Luther King, many people throughout history as great artists, musicians, speakers…their creative minds shaped the world, and not just Reality…but gave nurturing to another world. No one knows when it began, or where it came from. It’s existence wasn’t recognized until sometime around the 1900’s. Now, every being on the planet knows about it.

Nexen…the parallel soul of Reality.

Nexen is the place where all the creative and imaginative excess of those who overflow with it, reside in. This creativity is given a living form, universally known as a Sona. A Sona belongs to its creator and is an extension of them. Here, ideas and inspiration are brought to the creator in order to share them and enrich the world of Reality. Horizons are made, places of Nexen that gives a Sona their own little world to call home in. People in Reality can share these Horizons with friends, family, anyone they share a close connection to, as well as other Sona’s. As Nexen flourished, so did Reality. People were happy, the world became a seemingly better place, however there were always those who used their ideas for the wrong reasons. As time went on, people began to think of plots and ploys to abuse people, cause harm to others, commit crimes, and even start wars. Nothing got too out of hand, as it was typical of things to go wrong in Reality.

However, something else was festering…

No one knows where it came from, or how it began, but in Nexen, a tragedy struck. One of the newly born areas fell plight to a plague of unknown power. All of its life, ideas, creations, fell to a purge. This purge was contained in that area, now known as Velvod. Despite this, living things began to appear there…terrible things. They were the Sona’s that had been victim of this purge. Their creative abilities changed to degrading, destructive powers. It seemed to have no effect in Reality, not yet anyway.

Reality went on its way, things continued as the world normally did. A few things happened that seemed odd, but no one took notice of it, as the odd thing happened every so often. Slowly but surely, it grew worse. People in Reality started to become depressive, lose their will to do anything out of the normal, lost passion and desire to be exceptional. It started with the few people around the globe, but soon it started to spread. Some just became almost lifeless in their eyes, some became new leaders. In Nexen, Velvod was developing, some small groups making their way through the mazes of Enfin, assaulting the Horizons of Sona’s and taking them to Velvod, testing their mettle to see if they were powerful enough to be more than a mindless soldier. Over a few decades, the force in Reality grew to a staggering level, schools were dulled, artists arrested, musicians moved to rehabilitation, speakers muted, everyone who tried to keep living a creative life was shut down and out. Soon, people couldn’t see colour anymore, became deaf to music, couldn’t speak out of the ordinary or move to another place. Finally the force gave it’s identity in Reality, constantly muttering ‘We are everything…we are everything. WAE…the way…”

There were still those who hid underground, practising, rebelling. Sona’s of these people did the same. Those who fought against the WAE, those who are rebelling in Reality and fight the normal, have been given the tag of Deviants. By definition; ‘One that differs from a norm, especially a person whose behavior and attitudes differ from accepted social standards.’ Fit those people well. They took the name with pride, looking to reform and replace the society they knew now. They would die trying, knowing that there was no way to escape becoming one of the WAE. The WAE knew this as well, and that idea kept them at the upper hand.

Then, something happened…

‘I got out…’

Nexen shook and the WAE in Reality knew their foundation had been shaken. A Sona who had been taken into Velvod, partially developed into a special weapon to fight the remaining Deviantss and their Sona’s, escaped the hold of WAE.

‘I am the one who escaped…’

WAE searches for Deviants now more than ever in Reality, looking for the body and mind of the one who broke through their hold. They never found the Sona’s creator before or after claiming the Sona, and the Sona never was the same after influence of WAE. Deviants look to or for this unknown Deviant, knowing that they themselves have the ability to fight off the very thing that is killing their world.

No one knows why the WAE is taking over, no one knows why it came or what the motives are. The only thing anyone knows is that there is one Deviant that needs to be found.

‘Find us and you’ll find the answers…’


REALITY
Reality is the world people live in. It isn't any different from the world we know. All of everything in the real world exists in Reality, almost like a paralell world to Earth. Any references in our world exists in this one. The world is heavily falling into WAE control with heavily controlled society, almost everything being monitored and checked by high levels of security. If you resist, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they can't seem to brainwash you.



Nexen

Nexen is a paralell world that is always changing. Here, Sona's of Deviants live, interacting with other Sona's and doing what they feel like. WAE, living in a section of Nexen, slowly is breaking through the barriers and attacking the more vast areas of the world, instead of individual horizons. Many a Sona have fallen to the WAE, thouogh many Sona remain. Sona's are not limited to just people, even animals, from the common house cat to a wild bear has a Sona. They take the form of any beast and do as they will. What powers do Sonas have? Anything, whatever their creator gave them.

Nexen is broken up into five areas, as listed and described below:

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A world of fantasy where you would expect DnD and Magic players to be at their peak. He forests are thick and the fields are every colour imaginable. Flower petals float in the breeze almost like a constant rain. Caves are aglow with odd crystals and are formed in the oddest of ways. Many animal Sona’s call this place home and the more adventurous Sona’s reside in the forests. This is the oldest area of Nexen and often the first visited. Many old souls often have their Horizon connected here rather than Mecyti.


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A hilly mountainous area with a more medieval taste to it. The second oldest living area of Nexen, small villages are separated by long and grand areas of wilderness complete with sharp peaks, unpredictable paths and weather that would make you experience an entire year’s worth in one day. Even in the rocky fields that imitate the vastness of a sea, anything could happen. Animal based Sona’s seem abnormally more intelligent here so everyone is constantly on their toes…or paws or claws, whatever their Sona has.


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An urban sprawl of sprawls, where sky scrapers stand upon towering hills of more skyscrapers. Everyone here may speak their own language, but somehow everyone can understand each other. Music and graffiti are celebrated, people dance in the street and stand atop buildings and give speeches, and as long as you respect everyone else, there won’t be any trouble. There’s always some gang messing with things around town. Nevertheless the place is the center hub for creative expression of any and every kind.


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Deep labyrinth-like caverns twist and turn, making travellers there never cross the same place twice. Lamps light the more used tunnels and leave the darker ones veiled in ominous enigma. Rumors of the more deadly Sona’s float around in the eerie wind. Some say that this place was a test for Enginez’ Sonas. This place is nigh explored due to it being the only wall standing between Velvod and the rest of Nexen.


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The first area of Nexen completely decimated into an industrial wasteland, and where the origin of creative death known as the WAE started. Everything clad in a sepia hue with the only contrast, shades of grey, huge dust and sandstorms blow over the underground facility where Sona’s at near disembodiment are refined into powerful Antitivity. Despite the WAE being all over Reality, Nexen has Enfin stopping most of the WAE forces from attacking the rest of the areas. However, some forces are breaking through in small guerilla groups.


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Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Seattle, USA
ARPer's: None

When you walked through the city, anyone would expect to hear murmurs of endless, thoughtless conversation of people, haphazardly not paying attention to what they were doing or where they were going. Anything else, you’d take that for granted and ignore it and everything else when you walked by and through crowds of people. I heard murmuring alright, but it was only out of my own head. Reality around me was an entirely different story. People walked around in masses; however, aside from the clinking and constant movement of footsteps, they didn’t make a sound. The only people that spoke were those in newspaper stands, trying to sell a paper or two. I few people close by walked past, merely saying no thank you to the salesman. I felt bad for him honestly. Actually, I felt bad for them all.

I went over to the man, who looked at me, or at least tried to. My hood hid some of my face, but not enough to make me look like anyone from an assassin’s guild. My bandana around my neck didn’t help much either with the whole face thing, but it was one of the things that kept me sane. Everything now was so dulled down and very much starting to die. I picked up one of the papers and looked at it, looking at the headlines for the week. I wished the headlines were mentioning something about the world starting to lose its soul, but as usual, that wasn’t the case, or would it ever be the case. The man gave me a pleasant look, which in my case, was the equivalent to a beaming smile. I handed him a couple dollars and nodded to him, and he nodded in response. I then turned and walked away, back into the silent flow of people, stuffing the paper in my bag as I went.

I never really read the papers; I only looked at the front page really. It’d make a person wonder why bother spending two bucks for only one page with more ink on it than the rest, especially when everything was printed in black and white ink. Call me analytical, but headlines sometimes said more than what was in the paper itself. For someone like me, you needed to watch that for your own safety. Why my safety? Could say I’m a special one. In fact, I’m the one everyone’s looking for. The only thing I have going for me is that here, no one knows who they’re looking for, all they know is that it’s a Deviant. Though, on the flipside, now Deviants are a priority target, and are going to most likely end up as target practice. Why? Simple, we’re being creative, showing the world expression. No, that wasn’t acceptable behaviour, it was criminal. All because of the WAE…

We are everything…we are everything…should stop saying it to myself before I go under again…

Whatever started WAE…no one knows, and it’s gone back decades, even before I was born. In Reality though, it’s only been a decade or so. Nexen…it’s been there longer but Reality’s been hit the hardest. Nexen however won’t last much longer without going into war. At least I’ve got super powers there…even if I was militarized into a super weapon…almost. I probably shouldn’t say it’s me either, but rather, another part of me. The only reason why I’m as I am now is thanks to her.

I reached the park, finding less people there, and less WAE officers looking around at people. I walked along the path like anyone else, head down a bit, not giving any reason to bring attention to myself. I could see speakers on light posts when I turned to go towards a block of abandoned buildings. My mind played songs inside of it as if it were some kind of radio. I needed it to be that way, or I would go insane. Music, was everything to me, it was my second language, my blood, heart and soul. It kept me going, and that’s why I was a Tuner, and a damned good one.

I think it’s about time I was leaving the city. Not even sure which city I was in, but all I knew is that I would be getting out of it.

I quickly dove into an alley way, having no one see me doing so in the process. I came to a fence, which I climbed over quickly and easily. Running a lot gave you the ability to do that. On the other side of the fence was my ride: a sleek black bike. I wasn’t sure what model it was, but things like that didn’t really matter. All I knew was that it was damn fast and had been my perfect escape vehicle for the past month or so. It would do that job today.

I tightened my backpack onto the end of the bike, knowing my equipment needed to be safe and wasn’t going to stay on my back as I drove. I pulled my hood off, tucked it into the back of my jacket, and put my helmet on. As I mounted, I gripped the handles slowly, knowing I had to wait for just a moment. I turned on the ignition, waited a moment longer, then sat down. With one firm twist I revved the machine loud, and took off down the empty alley and down a vacant street that lead out of town. I drove for about a minute before I heard something break the silence.

It was whistling, followed by a sturdy drum beat, and then piano and bass came in. The drums got a bit more complicated, and then the full song broke out. I didn’t have time to turn and check, but I knew that people somewhere were stopping, wondering what the hell they were listening to. I also knew that officers were probably scrambling to shut the audio terrorism and propaganda off before anyone was affected by it.

I didn’t care what it was called; it will always be music to me. I kept on driving, following the highway until the city was well behind me. Funny how I remember the city’s name as I’m departing it.

Seattle…should of played Hello Seattle…but that wouldn’t of fit my leave.


Note: Song used: Streamline by Newton (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fVe5UHJmAg)



Veza Ryngsen
Umetic, Nexen
ARPer's: None

I wouldn’t have known how long I was in those tunnels for before I hit Umetic. I wanted to think it was long enough for the WAE to die out. Of course that was hoping beyond height could fathom. Hoping that Enfin was going to hold them back forever, was also just as high. I knew they didn’t plan on I, and hell they could have broken through ages ago. They weren’t stupid though, and that’s why the turned me into what I am. Luckily, the typical armor of Antitivity Sona’s was different from mine, and another colour. Besides that fact, there was such a variety of Sona’s still in Umecit that I fit right in. Abnormal was the normal, and you only got looked at funny if you were in a group of similar looking people. The only ones who did travel in groups of similar appearance were the Antitivity anyway. Luckily for me, I was a need-to-know-basis project. Grunts didn’t know I was the missing super weapon if they stared at me point blank for ten minutes or more. If one of the higher officers saw me, less likely for a similar scenario, but if higher ups were out, then there was something to worry about.

I was sitting on top of one of the towers of towers, looking down as Umetic was hitting its evening run. Lights were starting to come on the farther away he light drew away. Night time in this area was always entertaining, in either a good or a bad way. Walking around in the daylight you constantly heard chatter, music and some other form of pleasantries going around. Rumors going around of the Sona that broke WAE control were moving fast as well. There were those who had managed to be strong enough to resist, but going completely downside, and then getting out was an entirely different story. It was unheard of and seen as impossible, until now.

I got up and pulled my wings over and around me, forming into a ball, and started rolling down the street. If it weren’t for the two massive lines of muscle on my back I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. Those two muscles were apparently my basis for being made. I had one hell of a weird creator.

Being a ball, yes, I couldn’t see, but I could hear. Hearing was all you really needed. I heard other Sona’s walking by, some who weren’t paying attention to where they were going, yelling at me for not paying attention to where I was going. People liked heading uptown, literally, uptown because it rose over the entire downtown, due to parties or other late night events that drew into the daytime. Then people would take on the downtown with more parties and it just never stopped. Umetic just kept on going forever. If anything stopped, the entire area knew something was going on.

I could tell I hit the lower downtown area due to the lack of incline or decline on the ground. I still rolled around, the one Sona or two walking by without a word. Things were quiet here at night and I just needed some quiet. I needed to think about things. Most of them were about how WAE needed to be removed from Nexen. Deviants and Sona’s alike knew that. There weren’t near as many Sona’s around anymore because of that damned plague, but, there were still enough kicking to keep things alive.

As I continued rolling down into a more slums part of town, I had a dim feeling start to get in my mind. Everything seemed darker, and yes, that was possible even if you already had your eyes shut as you were curled up like a hedgehog. I then turned into dismal feelings of loss and being lost. I knew what that feeling was.

WAE…

WAE, a small group of WAE infected Sona’s, we called them Antitivity, were coming into Umetic from the outside of the city. The slum area where few Sona actually liked living, were going to be in trouble, and no one would know of their attack or absence because of the night time isolation.

Like hell that was going to happen.

Socratic Sarcasm
10-10-2011, 12:22 AM
Doctor Gregory Matthew "Doc" Xanatos
Deviant Engine
Ann Arbor, MI, USA
ARPers: None so far

I'm pretty smart.

At least, that's what they say. Or used to, anyway. I had to hide my real strengths when the when those claiming omnipresence dominated the world.

"We Are Everything... We Are Everything..." It's so annoying.

Moreover, it was infuriating. I had to act dull and emotionless whenever anyone was around. I could not trust anyone, lest they be my O'Brian; I refuse to allow my creativity to be sucked from me.

Fortunately, I have always been able to wipe my face of emotion: I do this now.

I leave the University hospital having saved a life today. As usual. But I wanted to allow the man to pass into death, to be free. No, I did not want it. I longed for it.

But I could not. It was atypical behavior. And it would have alerted 'the' WAE (that what they were called, those ominous chanters). I had to keep my creativity alive. And alerting them would not have been conducive to my goal.

I walk 2 blocks to my apartment building, and go two floors up to apartment 221B. I put the key in the lock, gave it a counterclockwise twist, and opened the door. I gingerly push the door closed, and lock it. Because I was on call for 36 hours, I don't even take off my lab coat before I crawl into bed and call upon the last place I can be me...

Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu (Veza Ryngsen)

Oh great, Greg's watching.

I allow him to see, if only because his life is so depressing. Of course mine wasn't exactly a float in the park. Especially since I was chasing guerrillas, looking for new prisoners. New people whose identities they needed to suck.

I say I'm chasing, but I'm really tracing the group, basically what I've since I saw them in Enfin, my home. I had to loop around their front lines to better defend Umetic's outskirts, when I see the ball.

I used my telekinetic abilities to 'feel' the sphere, and I notice that it is a being. Based on the tenseness in its muscles, I can tell it sees the guerrillas too.

I levitate quickly toward it and try to slow it down so it can hear me. I then begin to speak:

"Can I help? I've been tracing them from my home in Enfin, and I want to stop them. We'll probably be more effective if we work as a team."

It's a little forward, but I'd rather her be weirded out then to miss an opportunity to save creativity.

Winter
10-10-2011, 02:39 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: None, atm

The truck rolled across the pavement smoothly as it crossed onto the big red bridge. Home, home again. Allen's mind sang even as words flew from her lips with ironic timing. "...won't you save me, San Francisco?" This brought a laugh from Shiba, who joined in the singing for a chorus, off key and a little too loud for the confines of the truck. Argeno shook his head with a slight smile, eyes still on the road.

"Hey girls, I know the clinker here is an enclosed space, and singing your lovely little throats out is fine when we're on the road, but we're back in city city limits, now. You two are going to have to tone it down a bit." He reminded them, which caused the girls to go suddenly silent. It felt like they had just learned of a death of someone they loved in the car. It was suddenly that quiet. "Sorry, sorry..." Argeno muttered quickly. "I'll shut up and drive."

"Nah, you're fine, hon." Shiba assured quickly. "That's just the longest amount of time we've had to be free for awhile."

"On the road it's almost like everything is normal again." Al admitted quietly, almost-blue gray eyes focused straight ahead even as she pulled up the neck of her hoodie to cover the big blue rose tattoo on her cheek.

Splat. The fat drop of water hit the windshield from almost nowhere, surprising all three. "Rain?" Shiba asked, glancing up to the sky and just noticing the angry-looking dark clouds for the first time.

"Typically that's what they call water falling from the sky, Shiba." Al said flatly, getting a laugh out of Argeno as more quickly followed, falling in sheets that made it harder to see, which was better for them, really. The truck was oddly silent as Argeno navigated the streets that lead up to their hideout, a lovely little two-story house that was probably four times as tall as it was wide and squished in between more houses just like it that would have been worth a lot more than they had bought it for if people could still enjoy the beautiful view it offered from it's back and upper rooms. His smile from under his hood as he got out of the truck was hidden. Red, rusted, and as beat as it appeared, Argeno loved the truck, which Al had talked the junkyard manager into practically giving them. That and he got a kick out of the fact it was red, if you had color vision, it stood out. Without color vision? Not so much.

The inside of the house was almost welcoming, even if it hosted very little furniture, there were enough beds thrown on the floor to comfortably accomodate everyone and more if needed, there were blankets, working heating and air, and a working, non-public toilet, that made it all worthwhile. The cable television and perfectly operational kitchen were just very lucky bonuses, even if the TV only had the news on anymore, but that was what they needed to stay safe and try to find others like them, that was where their last trip had taken them, trying to find other Deviants up a ways in Napa, but they had had no luck.

"It shouldn't have to be this hard..." Shiba murmured, Argeno turned to see her staring at the TV, which was still off. "We are everything... WAE... They're taking something that should be a good motto and using it to shut everything down... We are everything, the creators, the ones who should bringing color and life into our world, and instead, they're shutting it all down. It's sick." She growled before flopping herself down onto a mattress and cutting the television on, frowning. Al joined her quickly, unzipping the extended neck of her hoodie and flipping the hood down so that her wild hair spilled down around her. Argeno sighed and joined them without a word to see what was going on now.

If only there was a way for things to change...


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Sabi(Veza) and narphoenix(Dos)

"Me ga mawari jiku mo bureteru kedo/ Nii-ju-san ten yon do katamuite nagameta machinami wa/ Itsu no manika mita koto no nai iro ni somatteita/ Hankei roku-sen-san-byaku KILO wa kono to ne todoku kyori/ Ima nara dekiru ki ga shimasu no de hanareteite kudasai/ Hankei hachi-juu-go SENCHI ga kono te no todoku kyori / Itsu no hi ka mawari tsukareta toki ha soba ni ite kudasai..." Blue eyes the color of the ocean observed the street as she sang, walking on the edge of the sidewalk, arms out like she thought she was walking on a tightrope. Just out of the way of getting hit, actually on the sidewalk another girl walked beside her, with ponytails the color of chocolate and flashes of silver standing out against her skin. The second girl shook her head and sighed as the pink-haired one started the song again.

"Don't you ever get tired of that song, Shiri? I mean it's about a girl who likes to spin around, isn't it?" Kari Penn asked her companion.

/It's better than rap./ Silverstreak commented, causing Shiri to stop singing to giggle.

"No, I like it. Besides, Kari, it's about more than that--as the girl spins more and more, her reach gets longer and longer until she can reach around the whole world, and by the time she's done, she's got an entirely new perspective on things! It could really be applied a lot of things, like music--Al and I, one day we both want our voices to reach around the whole of both our worlds without the WAE to stop us, we want to make people and Sonas feel good, inspire them! Keep everyone from ever losing their inspiration ever again!" Shiri chirped, hopping off the sidewalk's edge with a litte twirl, tossing her arms into the air like a ballet dancer might so do pirouette and landing lightly on the balls of her feet.

"At least one of us has a big dream." Kari sighed, glancing up to see an enormous ball rolling down the street and a floating blue sphere near it--then she felt it.

/Antivity.../ The word was agrowl in both Sonas minds. Kari's siliver dragon tattoo twitched.

"Hold on a second, let's find out what they're doing..." Kari warned the ink dragon softly.

"So much for going home." Shiri muttered, stepping to the side so that Kari could join her in the street and try to catch up to the two spheric Sonas going down the road. She didn't like fighting, but Antivity hanging around Umecite was bad news and should be dealt with one way or another, and it would be easier if everyone here was on the same side. So much for the idea that life would be more peaceful if you lived in the slums where so few others lived.

"Hey, are you two headed to find the Antivity as well?" Kari called as she and Shiri jogged up to the pair.

OOC: Songs used include-
Save Me, San Francisco by Train (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj7NnR_QJNQ)(The song Al and Shiba are singing in the car)
and Double Lariat by Luka Megurine (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=253boGzYvBU)(The song Shiri is singing, particularly the last part of the section is quoted)*Note that this song is in Japanese; translation to English is in the video

Saraibre Ryu
10-12-2011, 05:09 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Anyone with a TV or radio indirectly


As I drove down the highway, not sure what one it was, but it was out of Seattle, I had a feeling to turn on the radio. Some people hoped that their favorite song might be playing back then. Now it was all news. Well, that’s what they wanted. I had other plans for radio waves, and they had yet to catch me, name me, find out who I was. What I did before I left town was just a small little ‘attack’ compared to what I normally did. Hours of music, pre-recorded, my voice scrambled ten times more than a WAE affected brain…I rarely used my voice though, as much as I had the urge and wish to sing over live radio for the world to hear…yeah that would have to wait, unless I wanted to die.

On the radio, with the special feed in my helmet, I could hear the report done on my little gift I tried to give to those who were stricken with the damn plague.

‘Earlier today, Seattle became victim to a terrorist attack about half an hour ago. The form of attack was an audio recording and is being dealt with as we bring you this breaking news. Investigators believe this is the work of the same Deviant audio terrorist who was the cause of the three hours of audio terrorism last week, with over two hundred victims, and the attack five days before that one with just fewer than ninety affected. Those who were a victim of this attack are not yet known, but many are being taken in for evaluations. WAE officials would like to remind our viewers that these are merely acts of terrorism and will be dealt with accordingly. If any Deviant activity is suspected, remember to report it to WAE officers. Authorities will be mounting a search for any Deviants in the Seattle area and outward areas. In the meantime, officials request that people remain in doors with windows shut and doors firmly closed until it is safe. This is United Global News, USA Network reporting live.’

Wonderful world where every other word in a news report about someone playing music by hijacking park speakers was either ‘terrorist’ or ‘terrorism’…This is why things need to change. I wasn’t sure how but however it was going to be done, it was going to be. That or die trying. I knew I couldn’t do this thing myself, but hell if I had to I would. I wasn’t the only one, there were other Deviants out there. However I was the special one. So in a sense, I was alone.

I figured I was going south, because at the rate I was driving, I would of hit the border by now. Not many people drove anywhere anymore, only if it was necessary. So the only good thing that came out of WAE was it killing rush hour traffic…or really traffic all together. Traffic probably existed on the other side of the world, where WAE was less of a tyrannical force of nature that called everything else an abomination. I felt the engine of my bike rev, and I found myself gripping the handles really tightly. Yeah this world was really starting to get to me.

Though dealing with people with guns sounded better than giant mechanized monsters with military enhancements. Though having super powers to combat that rather than not much was the other side of the track.



Veza Ryngsen
Umetic, Nexen
ARPer's: Winter, narphoenix

I continued rolling down the street until I heard a voice address what I assumed was me. I continued rolling as well, even though the other Sona started talking about the Antitivity Sonas coming along. What surprised me was that whatever it was, as I was still tucked into my massive armored ball form and couldn’t see, had tracked this all the way from Enfin. That was a ways, and Enfin was a maze, in a maze, inside a labyrinth. In thought I slowed and stopped, but I didn’t come out of my ball just yet.

“Enfin…so then you’ll know what kind of beasts we’re dealing with then?”

It wasn’t long after that when another voice came to my attention. Someone else looking for the Antitivity Sona’s as well. I knew WAE needed to be erased off the face of existence but I didn’t plan on running into so many other people who were looking to beat up a roulette of beasts with powers we gambled wouldn’t end up killing us. WAE used the variety of Deviant made Sona’s and enhanced whatever they wanted on them. Well, whatever was useful. That’s what they did to me, however because I was a special project, I didn’t quite look it. On top of that, my natural colour still didn’t get bleached off, even if it was greyish, it was greenish grey, steely…I had colour.

“Are you looking for them?” I asked the other voice with a question.

I had different ways of responding…WAE messed up my head like that and I was aware of it. I just wasn’t aware of it happening when it was. I was off like that.

“If we’re all going after it…I suggest we let the one who’s been tracking us inform us of what we’re dealing with before we go in with a battle cry of blazing glory.” I was literal about the blazing part, though I wasn’t ignited yet and these two strangers I couldn’t see didn’t know I could light myself on fire.

Socratic Sarcasm
10-14-2011, 01:27 AM
Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu (Veza Ryngsen), Winter (all Sonas)

An irradiating heat.

That's my second impression of the armored ball.

My third is that she's wary, but also anxious.

Most people look at the WAE in fear, regardless of their courage. But their was no fear in her, on revulsion and anticipation. What would add up to such a comb....

Yes. Yes, Yes, YES!

Revenge is what she was after. I couldn't understand why (although I had a shrewd, though improbable, idea) but she was after their blood. My respect for her temper grew.

I trusted her too; Greg always said that revenge makes one very predictable. I decided to tell her (and the other three that joined us) what I knew:

"They're a force of about 20 Sonas; however, this is not the main problem. They are here not just people, I think, but for land with which they can launch more attacks; it's getting tiresome to travel constantly through Enfin. They are elite: each of them is capable of ripping apart 30 ordinary Sonas. That said, an ambush would throw them off guard. They're not at peak strength, thankfully, so we shoulf be able to take care of them if we are careful."

I looked expectantly at the ball, waiting for a plan. For some reason, she seemed to be a leader.

OOC: Yes, Dos suspects.

Winter
10-16-2011, 03:38 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: None, atm

It was almost a day with no big news...almost. The news suddenly went from boring weather reports and news on local 'stories' which were braodcasted by blank-faced men and women who talked in monotones and acted more like robots than humans to a sudden emergency warning.

‘Earlier today, Seattle became victim to a terrorist attack about half an hour ago. The form of attack was an audio recording and is being dealt with as we bring you this breaking news. Investigators believe this is the work of the same Deviant audio terrorist who was the cause of the three hours of audio terrorism last week, with over two hundred victims, and the attack five days before that one with just fewer than ninety affected. Those who were a victim of this attack are not yet known, but many are being taken in for evaluations. WAE officials would like to remind our viewers that these are merely acts of terrorism and will be dealt with accordingly. If any Deviant activity is suspected, remember to report it to WAE officers. Authorities will be mounting a search for any Deviants in the Seattle area and outward areas. In the meantime, officials request that people remain in doors with windows shut and doors firmly closed until it is safe. This is United Global News, USA Network reporting live.’

Shiba and Argeno both shook their heads, that was all they ever heard any more. At least the Deviant hadn't been caught yet. Whoever it was was obviously more lucky than them. Of course, none of them would complain--at least there were some out there that were still willing to fight publically like that. Shiba looked to Al and almost felt like crying, they were lucky that they could even get Al to go outside at all after the incident two months ago, as it was the girl had alredy been hurt too much by this world, that was why she always had earphones in and would probably go insane if she had to live in a world where she could not sing and had to live without music. the younger girl sat balled up on the mattress next to hers, large, almost-blue gray eyes staring blankly ahead at the television, not giving away a thing about how she felt about the situation.

"...Good luck..." The faintly-spoken words broke the silence following the announcement in the living room. "Not sure who or where you are, but good luck..." Al murmured softly, still staring at the television screen.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Sabi(Veza) and narphoenix(Dos)

"Well, we weren't looking for them until we realized they were here. We live out here and were coming home...but if they're going to try and attack us, we can't just stand around and let them, can we?" Kari stated in response to Veza. Shiri twirled a few strands of pink hair around her left hand index finger nervously.

"Not if we want our dreams to come true... Not if I want to keep Al alive." The Siren murmured, though she visibly paled at the blue sphere's information on what they might be going against.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but you have the Sonas of a Tattu, Graphix, and Tungz here, though Little Shiri isn't much of a fighter unless she has to be. She specializes in distracting and quick defense...though it might blow your eardrums out if you are't careful. Silverstreak and I, though, we cna fight." Kari indicated the silver dragon tattoo, which didn't both moving for the time just yet.

Velocity
10-17-2011, 03:27 AM
Daniel Redrock and Drauvant Domini
Alignment: Deviant - Grafix and WAE - Tungz
Location: Outskirts of San Fran, CA
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk, or at least they're nearby)

Daniel slid into the alleyway, panting with the effort of trying to evade his armed-and-angry pursuer. Domini could move surprisingly - and frighteningly - fast. The only reason that Daniel hadn't been caught was his sizable head start.

Daniel whipped the painting out of his pocket, unfolding it and staring at it, determined to memorize every last detail of it. He needed his Sona's help and advice now more than ever, and color was the only way to reach him. Color was the only thing that could draw Cyrus's focus.

The painting showed the image of a large cathedral, with tall, colorful stained-glass windows with flowing patterns and exotic designs. Rainbows of light flooded in, catching the dust motes spiraling upward from the ancient wooden floor. This cathedral was the last thought Daniel had caught from his Sona for a long time up until very recently, and he had committed it to paper as soon as he had the chance. Now Daniel stared hard at the paper, concentrating on it and his Sona.

A wave of hazy confusion hit Daniel. 'Dan... wha... you... happe... can't hea....'

'Cyrus, listen to me,' Daniel thought urgently. 'Please, focus. Domini is chasing me. I need you to tell me anything Fury's told you about him - anything - that might be helpful.'

There was a pause - Daniel couldn't tell if his Sona was thinking or just losing focus. Finally he heard, 'Can't... I'm sorry... Fury says... run.'

Daniel muttered a curse under his breath, folding up the picture and then sliding farther into the alley. He hoped to God that Domini would pass him by.

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Alignment: For the Deviants
Location: The outskirts of Inau, near Umecit
ARPers: None at present.

'Daniel! Daniel, what happened? I can't hear you... Blast!'

Cyrus opened his eyes, snarling in frustration as he lost contact with Daniel. Fury was looking back at him questioningly, her head tilted sideways and her dazzling violet eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Did you get though to him?" Fury asked. There was genuine concern in her voice.

"No," Cyrus snapped, fear making him angry. "I can't focus. Every time he tries to contact me, I can barely think. The barrier is closed to me, Fury."

"I haven't talked to my creator in a long time," Fury murmured gently. Anyway, Daniel will be fine. From what you've told me, he's a smart and able boy."

"Mm," was Cyrus's noncommittal reply. He suddenly paused, sniffing at the air. "I smell ashes... And I sense Antivity."

Fury growled, flexing her claws. "Shall we go on a hunt, then, my friend?"

"There's nothing I'd like better," Cyrus replied. And with Fury following in her lioness form, Cyrus streaked across the grass, heading toward the source of the Antivity and trying to push his worries out of his mind.

Saraibre Ryu
10-20-2011, 05:04 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: N/A


Driving alone gave a person a lot of time to think. Driving on a more of less straight highway made a person sleepy, but I couldn’t sleep, so I thought. I felt half asleep, driving southbound, on Highway Five. I wasn’t sure where I was going to stop, I wasn’t even sure why I stopped in Seattle. I just did. As I kept driving, I kept having that feeling of heavy half sleepiness fall over my mind. I didn’t fight it, but I remained with my eyes open on the road. After a moment or so, a voice came into my head.

‘Amiel…’

‘Yes Veza…?’

‘Theres a large group of Antisona in Umetic…larger than usual.’

‘And?’

‘Someone’s been tracking them through Enfin. They say it’s about twenty strong.’

‘That’s…impressive.’

‘Also, there’s another three here, Sona’s of a Tungz, Tattu and Graphix.’

‘…that’s good Veza…’

‘Should I?’

‘Later…at your own accord.’

‘Compliance is positive.’

‘I’ll set you up with a boost.’

After that, Veza’s voice went quiet and I felt more awake. I put one hand in my pocket as I drove, waiting for the right time. Music would give Veza a boost, whatever I was listening to. The right song however would pick her up more, and sometimes if I didn’t, her mood would swing. I waited for a while, before I started the tune. It was quite fitting and one of my favorite techno pieces. I drove faster as the song played, knowing that I was headed somewhere, I’m just not sure where that was yet.


Veza Ryngsen
Umetic, Nexen
ARPer's: Winter, narphoenix


Twenty Sona’s wasn’t exactly the guerrilla group I was thinking of. Maybe ten at most, but with my estimates doubled, I was glad I had help. I was starting to get into that vibe again. Before I did however, I put myself into a calm state, eyes closed, like meditating. If there was a Sona of a Tungz, Tatuu and Graphix, here, that was quite a trio. I remembered the goal Amiel and I had set for ourselves. She was a Tuner, those other three, practically added to the whole set. I sat for a while, in a half awake state, talking to my Deviant. After a moment I woke up, coming back to the task at hand. No doubt that after this, the Sona around me would notice I was a bit off for a Sona. If you’re wondering how, you’ll see in a moment.

“Its land they won’t get. Most likely they’re using animal Sona’s. Easiest to train, buff and command. Pray tell we don’t run into anything the slightest bit hydra.” I commented, starting to relax and let myself out.

First it was the panels on the wings that unlocked, then a careful opening of both wings, letting my massive claws and feet touch the ground. My tail came out, and my head soon followed. I let my arms fall to my sides, looking at those I had been speaking with so I knew not to make them explode for the fight ahead of us. I looked at the one who had given us information. He was a tiny blue ball that was about the size of a jawbreaker in my hand. My impression of his tracking ability was even more…well impressed. The others, a humanoid, and something that looked like a humanoid but didn’t smell quite human. As I expected, I was much larger than the lot of them.

“I can provide my own defense. I don’t have blood so my ears won’t bleed.” I stated in my semi mechanical voice. “If there is a distraction provided, I can try to overrun what ones are of the lesser power. I’ll draw the attention of the larger Antisona’s. I can tank heavy attacks. I can carry you two,” I pointed at the two humanoids. “inside my wings in ball form to get you at the center of things, and to do whatever it is you’re good at.”

Really I could tank anything, though afterwards I’d have to regenerate my crystal and panels. I could feel myself getting focused on this task. Defeat Antisona forces. All of them eliminated meant success.

“If there is a complete compliance, let’s depart.”

I could hear a song playing in my head. It was time to rock and roll. I was ready for the chaos.

OOC: Song used: Vagabond, Ready for Chaos (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQjJ0XYzrJY)

Winter
10-21-2011, 04:10 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel and Domini--welll, on their way, feel free to mention Argeno's big red clinker of a truck)

Al had lost interest in the boring news stories on the TV by now, and had become fairly quiet since her last little comment, balling up herself on the mattress and closing her eyes, letting the music spewing from her earbuds. She let herself float in self-induced blackness, letting the music surround her. Al found herself so deeply into the music that somewhere between the melodic chorus and the rap of the love song that she oddly found she identified with, she had drifted over into Shiri Namida's mind. Something seemed to be going on in the land her Sona inhabited. "...pretty confindent Little Shiri here can give you almost every distraction you need under the sun, so long as they aren't deaf. Just be careful, she's even disoriented Silverstreak a time or two." A half-familiar feminine voice said, followed up by a series of thought-words.

/She can alter her voice to ridiculous levels./ Another half-familiar voice commented.

Shiri...? Al thought, curious as to what was going on with her Sona.

Al?! Jeez, talk about bad timing... Shiri responded, sounding surprised and distracted.

What's going on, are you guys okay? Al couldn't help but worry, Shiri didn't often greet her like this, and it bothered her.

Yeah, we're fine, but there are a lot of Antivity coming, and me, Kari, Silverstreak, and two other Sonas are trying to figure out how to best fight them off. I don't like it, but for us to keep from loosing any more...

It's necessary, I ge-- Al was yanked from her contact with Shiri by someone gripping her shoulder tightly and shaking. She saw Shiba's lips move, but she couldn't hear over the older girl over the words as man with a fairly recognizable voice belted out "My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close..." in her ears. She saw Shiba's lips move, for a moment before Shiba seemed to realize her music was turned up too loud for Al to hear her, and rippped an earbud out of the girl's ear before pointing at the TV.

"...Again, residents of San Francisco and neighboring cities are advised to stay indoors with all entrances locked. There has been a Deviant with WAE in pursuit reported in the city of San Francisco, residents are..." The news reporter was suddenly dorwn out by Shiba.

"Come on, we need to get out there and see if we can't find this Deviant. That and get out before they atart up the house raids." She said, standing up after Argent, who was already loading the cooler they had brought in from their previous trip with whatever he could grab while Shiba snatched up a backpack from by the door, leaving Al to stand slowly. The little girl zipped her hoodie quickly and grabbed a thin blanket before Argeno was ushering her out the door and back into the light rain. They loaded in fairly quickly, all the extra things were simply precaution, if they were seen or had to lay low for a little while. All three hoped that they wouldn;t have to be away from home for long, but knowing their luck, they'd probably have to leave it for good.

Argeno fought the urge to back out of the driveway at full speed, and gripped the steering wheel so hard his fingers ached, but it prevented him from jumping the speed limit.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Sabi(Veza) and narphoenix(Dos)

Kari grinned like a madwoman at Veza, especially once the odd Sona uncurled herself from her ball form and further once she explained what she could do. "If you have a distraction, eh? I'm pretty confident Little Shiri here can give you almost every distraction you need under the sun, so long as they aren't deaf. Just be careful, she's even disoriented Silverstreak a time or two." She warned, gesturing to her tattoo as she mentioned Silverstreak, who twitched on her skin again, the ink dragon followed up with a series of thought-words.

/She can alter her voice to ridiculous levels./ He, like Kari, issued a warning about Shiri's voice-altering abilities. /However Kari and I are good for simply beating up things./

"Yeah, find me someplace with a lot of loose debris or a light pole or something and I should be good for a little while. It's unorthodox but it wo--will you please stop twitching, Silverstreak? You're making my skin crawl; I promise we'll get to the fighting, but hold on for a few more moments!" Kari huffed to the silver tattoo that took up the length of her entire body. She had noticed a sudden change in the dragon-like Sona's attitude and speech, and she was sure Shiri had noted it as well until she turned to see Shiri standing still and looking a bit unfocused. This was broken with a sudden cry of "Al!" before Shiri blinked and shook her head.

"Sorry, I... My Deviant decided to come calling and got pulled out of the conversation." Shiri glanced up at the sky for a moment before looking to Veza and trying to explain what she could do. "I'm a Siren, everyone be forewarned. If I tell you to cover your ears, there's a good reason for that. Otherwise I can pretty much keep myself protected so long as I'm not near lots of heat or fire. I try to stay away from fighting, but I'm sure I have a choice here..." She murmured, Kari patted her arm reassuringly.

"We're good, if there are no more things to share or any objections, I think we're ready to go." The brown-haired girl suggested.

OOC: Al happens to be listening to Stereo Hearts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3E9Wjbq44E) by Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine, which basically fueled this entire post. XD

Socratic Sarcasm
10-23-2011, 02:37 PM
Doctor Gregory Matthew "Doc" Xanatos
Deviant Engine
Ann Arbor, MI, USA
ARPers: None so far

RIIIIIIIIIIINGRIIIIIIIIIIINGRIIIIIIIIIIINGRIIIIIII IIIING...

"LEMME SLEEEP!" I scream, especially since no one can hear me.

I pick up my phone, shouting excruciatingly, and pick it up,"Hello?"
"Hello, am I speaking with Dr. Xanatos?"
"That would be me."
"Yes, Dr Xanatos, I am Dr. Kostovski."
"Dr. Kostovski? As in the Dean of the university?" The Dean never talked to me: I usually got an email. This had to be urgent.
"That would be me. I do apoligize, Dr. Xanatos, but Dr. Zhao is unable to make the Plastination conference due to a family illness: we need you to go instead. We already have a flight to San Fransisco for you, and we shall reimburse you fully for your trip, and then some. We shall even let you take a two week vacation there for your troubles, but your flight is in five hours."
I was shocked. They must really need me, especially since I only had experience in plastination during first year med school and a summer internship in high school. I was about to raise objections, when a little voice in my talked:
<Go. You need to. I don't why, but you do.>
<Get. Out. Of. My. Head.>
<Sheesh. No need to snap.>
<Dos...> Dos left.

"Fine, I'll go." I was stressed: I needed to pack and be at the airport in less than three hours for a three week trip.
"Excellent, Dr. Xanatos. I thank you again, and sorry for the inconvenience." Dr. Kostovski hung up.

Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu (Veza Ryngsen), Winter Chery (All Sonas)

I come out of a trance after speaking with Greg, but I percieved everything stated.

"Excellent. So it's agreed. Shiri will go create a distraction. You two," I nodded my head-body at the two Sona's with Shiri shall go attack from the front and aim for the leader. And the gargoyle and I shall loop around the back to provide support. I want every single Sona unable to go back to Velvod. For creativity!" I express that last part with quiet excitement. We didn't agree to the gargoyle and I looping around, but I want the general of that army dead before she goes in, in case my suspicions are correct (and I think they are).

I also blissfully ignored that last part about the other sphere acting as a tank. She's gonna wanna kill me. A glint of misheviousness coats my eyes, and then vanishes.

Eraizaa-kun
10-24-2011, 01:10 AM
Salem Cristobal Zabaleta
Deviant Paletz
Lost on some Highway
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu (Amiel Sable)



Racing through the Highway, the wind in my hair, no one in sight searching after me, and only the sound of my motorcycle and clinking metal from my passenger seat. You'd think I'd be happy about this, but I have no idea what I was doing or why I was there at all.

Not so long ago I was just peacefully standing on the kitchen of my own restaurant. Sure, besides plain slices of bread without toasting and the seldom hotdog with nothing on it, nothing else was sold, or on the menu for that matter as anything else could easily be considered poison, but, I still had my way there. Everyday I'd add a new spice or a new technique to preparing that simple food. The customers didn't notice, but once in a while one of them smiled...or maybe that was just my imagination. Still, I just know that was the reason my restaurant was the most popular.

Then that one glass of milk came along. I had sneaked just a drop of vanilla into it, and it was just a quick drink for myself, but something was off. It just tasted a bit sweeter than usual. I just knew something was wrong. Right there I took a glance to a side and there he was. A customer staring in horror at the vile of vanilla. The customer ran out the store and I knew I had to run for my life. I knew that was going to happen eventually. I had prepared a travel bag before hand with money and things I knew I would need. Before the WEA rushed into the store, I was already blocks away.

And now, now I'm riding on a very uncomfortable bike headed for someplace.


Just a bit further, a strange silhouette had materialized in the distance just to the side the road. As it became clearer, it revealed itself to be a gas station. I knew that's where I was headed somehow. As I arrived, I was relieved to find it completely deserted. But, why was I there? All I knew at that moment was that I felt like making bread. I was sure the reason would become clear eventually.

Using metal parts and wood from a nearby bench I prepared myself a grill. Luckily for me I had brought in my passenger seat everything I needed. After mixing several ingredients together in a mixing bowl, I used the metallic bowl and a skillet, I now had a makeshift oven. Sure it was nothing like a real oven and having to rush the process would probably make the bread flatter and not as soft as I'd like it to be, but it should at least take less time to make and the spices I added should give it great taste.

Still, I knew I was taking a risk as the spices would give out a strong smell. Even as the dough began heating up, a hint of garlic filled the air instantly. It was a big risk, but I knew I had to do this...for some reason at least.



Dare Dare Haru
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu, narphoenix, Winter_Cherry... ...and maybe Velocity if his Sonas catch ear of the music


"Salem?...Salem...SALEM!!!"

"Ugh! No matter how hard I try I can't contact him at all!" yelled the black tasmanian devil to his white counterpart.

His brother just sat there on the floor, playing some random soothing notes on his violin. He looked up and said, "He's probably caught up in some hard experiment again. You know he hasn't had a chance in a long time. You should just let him be for now."

"He's cooking now!? That's too soon! You know a big battle is coming...I think...And we'll need his inspiration then!"

"Maybe he'll be eating then. You know that's when his inspiration peaks, at the moment he's analyzing the result of his work."

At that moment, Light Dare's Violin became a Marching Drum. He immediately stood up and began playing some battle music.

"It's time?" asked Dark Dare as his brother just smiled and nodded.

Unknown to them, a group of Sonas who were headed their way were just at listening distance of the drums.



OOC: Yes, it's referring to Saraibre Ryu, narphoenix and Winter_Cherry's Sonas.
OOC2: The Violin was really playing random notes. The Drum is playing The Battle (http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=battle%20music%20bethoven%20youtube&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCEQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D7kY HsHFRFxQ&ei=rLikTpy_JfHFsQK_zfWwBQ&usg=AFQjCNGNePMeCujCzTCTBl4MC1ckG1O0sg&cad=rja) by Ludwig van Beethoven.

Sylver
10-24-2011, 12:55 PM
Aria "Sylver" Charmes
Deviant Enginez
San Francisco, California, USA
ARPer: Winter_Cherry

"Well, this is a fine mess I got myself into." I cursed myself over the sound of the engine of the truck. As it drove down the streets of San Francisco, I could only hang on to the undercarriage and wait until it stopped, my heat-resistant gloves being put through a run for their money. and my mind racing with solutions of how to get out of my predicament with minimal damage.

I had heard the announcement of a renegade Deviant here and hid to avoid the searches by hiding under this truck, which also served as a shelter from the steadily-growing rain. To say I was surprised when the engine started would be an underestimation. I was expecting it about as much as I would the WAE to suddenly vanish forever tomorrow. Again, I had let my focus on the WAE distract me from reality, and had paid little attention.

/Well, look at the bright side, Aria. Maybe they're fellow Deviants./ I heard a motherly voice in my head, soft, yet firm and confident, rising and falling slightly in a soothing tone.

/Inshur, I don't need to hear 'maybe', I need to know./ I thought back to her, used to communicating to her by now, my mind further pushing itself as variable after variable was added to the list of calculations. I was stuck hidden under a moving vehicle, traveling who knows how many miles per hour, and around- hopefully- other Deviants.

How to explain my situation if they are Deviants would be the important part.

Inshur
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Basically all the people with Sonas in the Umecit Battle

I chuckled lightly at Aria's mishap, deciding to lecture her on her lack of care later. For now, I had to deal with the Antivity on the outskirts of the city, seeing a group of Sona's standing nearby, talking about something. I looked further and saw two more Sona's completely identical, but with opposing colors, talking of something else, and could hear percussive beats coming from their direction. I liked the rhythm the Sona had going on, but I hoped it was a Deviant's Sona and not Antivity.

Shrugging it off, I took to the air and drew my sword, letting the etching on it glow in a soft, bluish white light as I held it straight up toward the sky. Looking down, I frowned from the chaos I was about to unleash. Why did it always have to end up like this whenever Antivity was involved?

"Alkmene, Sjorona." I whispered as luminous spheres of moonlight crashed into the Antivity and exploded, before readying an offensive stance with my blade, letting my magic spell run its course before I charged at the nearest Antivity, sword drawn back for an opening swing.

Velocity
10-25-2011, 01:15 AM
Daniel Redrock and Drauvant Domini
Alignment: Deviant - Grafix and WAE - Tungz
Location: Outskirts of San Fran, CA
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk) and Sylver (Aria 'Silver' Charmes)

Domini was getting very tired of this accursed boy.

He wasn't very noticeable, other than his paleness and his height, but he was very skittish and definitely a Deviant. Ordinarily, Domini would have just put a bullet in his head - he was a low-priority Grafix for heaven's sake - were it not for the fact that his 'art' had a disturbing quality: it had color. All of it was colorful, even to Domini's monochromatic vision. Such a powerful Deviant was for Acursio to decide what to do with. And anyway, Domini had heard the boy muttering to a 'Cyrus', possibly the same Sona Cyrus that had escaped WAE a couple of years ago. The Sona was powerful, and WAE wanted to know where it had gone.

Domini had been tracking him for a while, trying to find out if he had any Deviant friends Domini could get at in one fell swoop, but when none had been found, Domini had attempted to arrest the boy. The latter responded by getting very flustered, kicking Domini between the legs, and running off like there was no tomorrow. He had been running since yesterday, but now Domini was closing in.

There he was, huddled in an alleyway, staring at a picture of a cathedral. Domini was transfixed by the colors, he had to admit. But he had a job to do and it didn't involve looking at pretty pictures.

"Freeze right there, boy," Domini snarled, pointing Harmony at the boy's head. He jerked, eyes wide with shock and fear. He fought to stuff the paper back in his pocket.

"Do you even know what 'freeze means, kid? It means stop moving."

The boy didn't reply. He had shoved the picture into his pocket and was now glaring at Domini.

"What do you want?" he asked defiantly.

Domini stared at the boy in shock. "What do I want? Biy, you're a Deviant, and I -"

Domini had been distracted. His guard had slipped and the boy had taken his chance. He rushed at Domini, taking him by surprise and knocking him to the ground. The kid was off and running in seconds. Domini hauled himself to his feet and looked behind himself just in time to see the kid run out directly in front of a red truck.

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Alignment: For the Deviants
Location: The outskirts of Inau, near Umecit
ARPers: Those following the Antivity.

"Cyrus! I hear drums!"

Cyrus looked up in surprise, raising his ears. He heard nothing.

"It must mean that there are other Sonas nearby!" Fury continued, sounding excited. "They can help us fight!"

"I don't know," Cyrus replied uneasily. "The Antivity is strong. What if we're beaten?"

That seemed to get Fury's attention. "If there's enough other Sonas, we should be able to defeat any of those nasty turned Sonas, yes? Besides, I'll protect you."

Cyrus shook his head. They were coming closer to the other Sonas now - an odd mix of the humanoid and the spherical. Cyrus wasn't too pleased - humanoid Sonas were very likely not to treat him as an equal. Holding back his doubts, however, he let Fury lead him toward the group.

Saraibre Ryu
10-28-2011, 12:14 AM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Erai

I knew I was going to run out of gas soon, and there was some run down station not too far from here. At least, I assumed. Not many people traveled on the roads, no one except WAE most of the time, however I should have been fine if no one saw me leaving Seattle. I looked to my right and sure enough, there was an old gas station, boarded up for the most part. I doubted there was much of anything inside, Deviants most likely looted the place. I pulled up to one of the pumps, started filling up my prized bike. Besides the odor of gas, something else came to my attention. Something that smelled far better than the gasoline. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, being as cautious as I was. I slowly took the nozzle out of the gas tank and quietly put it back on the pump. Helmet still on, I slowly walked around the building. The smell was getting stronger and more familiar.

I wondered if it was a Deviant trap or a Deviant being foolish.

I had my answer soon enough when I finally came around to the back of the building. There, sitting next to a fire, was a guy. Checkered pants, an apron, grey. Typical WAE stricken colours…only that one afflicted by WAE wouldn’t be here alone behind an abandoned gas station with…was he making bread?

That’s what it was, it smelt like bread. No WAE insane person would start making bread behind an old gas station. Actually…what normal person would? I had a thought…maybe this person was a Deviant…they sure weren’t WAE so I was safe for the moment.

“Excuse me.”

I still had my helmet on. I wasn’t too keen on taking it off until I knew for sure this person could see colour. The only colour I had on was my near black, midnight blue bandana around my neck. I didn’t have my music on, I knew Veza would be fine without it until I figured out who this person was, and what they were doing.



Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle

Pre-emptive strike detected in area Antivitity Sona suspected in. Taking two humanoid Sona’s under wings, deploying in contracted sphere to designated fight area. ETA one minute, twenty seven seconds, first contact, ETA forty five seconds. Deploy humanoid Sona’s into right center field out of direct hostile area. Take out all Antitivity Sona following objective. Currently, objective not completed.

Contact made with hostiles. Smaller Antitivity collided with self. Target area ETA, fourteen seconds. Target area reached, humanoid Sona’s deployed. Objective, remove all hostile threats of Antitivity Sona’s. Commencing objective.

Veza, having run into the fray with Shiri, Kari, and Silverstreak now out from under her wings, she proceeded to roll out into the mass of Antitivity. Some humanoids were part of the group, some quadrapers, and a very big elephant looking east. All in heavy armor, a bit similar to Veza’s own. Staring at the small mass, the armor almost blended together like a zebra pattern. Veza unrolled herself, standing far from a few of the more human looking soldiers, twisting her arms and clenching her claws together, focusing on the ground. As a few of the Antitivity came at her, explosions erupted from the ground underneath. Those who were underneath the epicenter of them flew high into the air, burning thanks to the cinders. Others flew off to the sides. One of the larger, hexaped Antitivity, that looked as if it were based off of Sliepnir.

“Identification…mutated equine… leg joints weaker armor for mobility…”

Veza grabbed the mutated horses’ legs and gripped them hard, almost to a point of nearly snapping them in half. With a heavy heave, she tossed the Antitivity into another set of smaller foes, staring them down as they struggled to get out from under the kicking WAE soldier.

Socratic Sarcasm
10-29-2011, 12:08 AM
Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in battle of Umetic

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*K!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A strange word to be coming out of a 10-year-old's mouth, I know. But I was not happy: some upstart little Sona attacked the Antivity without a plan, or purpose, or REASON. And I had to protect the gargoyle, who was already in the distance.

I screamed the word as I launched myself at the huge elephant Sona that was thundering in the distance: this was the leader (note to self: spying = helpful), and if he saw the gargoyle, it would cause a problem. Now, I was about the size of a soccer ball, but I had a mass of 220 kilograms( I am pretty dense), and at a final acceleration of -9 m/s^2, I had a force of slightly less than 1980N: enough that, when I hit the side of the elephant's tusk, it shattered. I stopped myself and landed in front of the elephant, and 'picked up' stones for my use.

"What? A mere child attacking me, the colonel? How amusing." he said with a dull suprise, as was typical of an Antivity. I formed the stones I had levitated into a shield and began to attack, allowing my actions to show my retort.

Doc
Romulus, MI
ARPers: None so far

Uh...

I had to run. I went from the safe in my house to my closet to the attic to my closet to my car to the pharmacy (picked up some medicine for my 'angina') to my car to the airport to my gate and finally ended up on the plane.

I pass out...

Winter
10-29-2011, 03:27 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel and Domini

Argeno was expecting almost anything with a Deviant on the loose, but he wasn't expecting the kid to bolt out in the middle of the road. He cursed loudly, slamming the brakes as hard as he possibly could, jerking the wheel to the right as hard as he possibly could, causing the truck to skid, turning as it did while protesting in a screeching of wheels and Argeno's order of "Door, get the door for him!" As he saw the boy seemingly had someone in pursuit of him. Even if he wasn't a Deviant, Al could make him forget everything, but at the moment, the situation seemed to clearly point him out as a fellow Deviant. Shiba cursed just as loudly as Argeno, unbuckling both her and Al's seatbeats before ducking and shoving the door open for the boy to get in.

"Get in the freaking truck if you want to get away and live--NOW!" She shouted, grabbing Al's tiny form and picking her up off the seat so that Shiba could slide under her and place the smaller girl on her lap to allow the boy to get in the truck with them. The whole time this was going on, Argeno was willing them to hurry up and muttering 'Black windows and blurry license plate, black windows and blurry license plate, black windows..." over and over like a mantra and concentrating hard on what he wanted the boy's pursuer to see--opaque blackness where the windows were and a random license plate image so as to give them enough time to switch cars without having the entire state after them. He would really miss this truck, but Deviant's lives were more important than a truck, he supposed. With that, Argeno waited, still muttering his mantra and concentrating, his foot on the pedal, ready to go as soon as the boy was in. Al sat in Shiba's lap looking slightly confused, but she didn't say anything, only watched the boy with those big, almost-blue eyes of hers, pulling up her hoodie's extreme turtleneck up further..


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone fighting the Antivity

Suddenly the action was erupting around them, Veza engulfed the girls with her wings, forming into a ball around them to take them into the middle of the fight. "Silverstreak, sepearate one we're on the ground." Kari muttered while Shiri closed her eyes a moment, concentrating briefly on what she knew she had to do. These were Antivity, they were lost, and if they didn't do something, they would all be lost as well. She had Al to help, Shiri refused to let herself fall, and she would help to prevent everyone else she could from falling as well.

"Kari, you might want to cover your ears when we get let out. I'm going straight for a shrill blast." Shiri warned softly before they were suddenly spilled out into the light and onto the street. Kari's hands flew to her ears, covering them as best she could while performing a jerky lean backwards that seemed to free Silverstreak's head from her own, and as he came loose from her face, the rest of him deatched from her, silver webbing the formed his wings seeping through her jacket's sleeves without damaging them and uncoiling the rest of his body from hers until his tail, which remained firmly anchored to her ankle. Above them, Veza fought off some attacking Antivity, and Shiri looked up at her. "Here goes, be ready for some really loud noise!" Shiri warned, her voice booming much louder then it would normally have been and hopefully it reached everyone, because then Shiri sucked in a deep breath and let out a godawful screeching sound that it would have seemed impossible for her to produce. As she did, her arms appeared to lose their color at the elbow and her arms lengthened while her hands grew in size, becoming a pair of claws rather than fingers; if she had to fight, then so be it--she would.

Eraizaa-kun
10-30-2011, 02:52 AM
Salem Cristobal Zabaleta
Deviant Paletz
Apparently off of Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu


It had been some time since I arrived at the Gas station. I didn't have much to do as I waited for the bread to be ready. I just walked back and forth, waiting, and hoping nothing horrible was going to happen. Really hoping that my instincts wouldn't have tricked me this time. I pulled my motorcycle closer to the fire and sat right next to it. I knew the bread was almost done, but I still didn't know why I was making it in the first place.

That when I heard a strange sound, another motor vehicle. My heart jumped instantly 'cause I knew it could be trouble, but I didn't hide or move away. I just waited there, silently watching over the bread but panicking on the inside. I knew that whoever it was, WAE or Deviant, would immediately find me due to the smell of the bread.

"Excuse me," I heard someone say.

I slowly looked at her. My fear of who it might be was obviously shown in my face. This one time, I had no poker face to hide it. As I looked at the person before me, my eyes instantly locked in to her bandana. That wasn't black she was wearing, but, if she was a WAE, maybe she just couldn't tell what color it was. I thought I had to take a chance. I was thinking that, if she was WAE, she would have probably had me arrested just for being near the source of the smell that probably guided him there.

After realizing I had been staring at her for a few seconds now I shook my head, smiled and said, "Oh, sorry, sorry. Hello! Would you like some bread?"

I put my hand behind my apron, quickly pulling out an oven mitt I had hidden there. I removed the mixing bowl revealing the now fully cooked bread.

"It's not my best since I had to make it in these conditions, but, I was hoping to share it with someone."

I was still nervous, but I was more calm at that moment. It was hard to tell her likes with her dressed like that, but I was pretty sure I saw on her face one thing, at least at that moment, she couldn't say know to free food. I hoped I was right.

As I waited for his answer, I heard a familiar voice calling, and calling anxiously.

Salem?...HEY SALEM!!

"Huh? Dare? You okay?"

"Well...yeah! But I have a battle ahead, remember?!"

"Salem, I'm about to go into battle right now actually. I'll need your help."

"I understand. Please start without me. I'll help as soon as I can. I promise."

"But you..." "Understood. I'll be moving ahead."



Dare Dare Haru
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in the fight with the Antitivities.


"We have to wait just a little bit longer," said the white Tasmanian Devil as he saw his other half tapping his foot impatiently.

"Ugh...wait...Everyone else already jumped in. When is it my turn?!" complained the black one as his tapping switched to stomping the ground.

"Well, if you can contact Salem, I guess you can go ahead."

"Well fine!"

At that moment, Dark Dare began to concentrate.

Salem?...HEY SALEM!!

"Huh? Dare? You okay?"

"Well...yeah! But I have a battle ahead, remember?!"

"Salem, I'm about to go into battle right now actually. I'll need your help."

"I understand. Please start without me. I'll help as soon as I can. I promise."

"But you..." "Understood. I'll be moving ahead."


"What!?"

"Isn't that what you wanted? Let's go."

Light Dare began running towards the battle. His brother just grinned and ran right pass him. As he neared the battle zone, he didn't begin attacking quite yet. Instead, Light Dare kept beating his drum even faster until one of his drumsticks flipped off his hand into the air.

He stretched his art upwards and grabbed the stick again whispering, "Ode to Battle...for creativity."

As he finished saying that, he began to play the drum again. The same song as before, only that this time the song was a bit faster, louder. An energy suddenly burst out of the drums and into the air mixing with the song. It even seemed that instead of breaking or being broken by Shiri's screech, the song was actually phasing through it somehow. At that moment, Dark Dare felt filled with energy himself.

Still playing the drum, both of Dare's selves. Normally they would have been paralyzed by Shiri's screech, but the energy they now felt somehow made them endure it. They headed toward one of the Antitivities. It looked rather shapeless, colorless, like a grey blob squirming inside their signature armor, moving it around. It was odd seeing a that between a group of animal Sonas. Maybe it was an experiment gone wrong? Or maybe a surprise by the WAE. It seemed to be immobilized by the screech either way, so Dark Dare immediately pulled out his sword and jumped in for a strike, but the blob pushed a piece of armor in the way, blocking Dare's attack.

They are not going to make this too easy for us.

They never do.

Dark Dare jumped back and sprinted towards the blob with even more speed. Still, he had to keep his eyes open. After all, this wasn't a duel, but war. Thankfully, he also had his other self there to see for him.


OOC: Dare's song should boost energy and, hopefully, help the other Sonas endure Shiri's screech better. And, no, the whole "for creativity" part wasn't for dramatic effect. It means that the song will only affect Sonas who are currently fighting for that goal. Oh, and Narphoenix, sorry for stealing that line from you. It just fits so well is all. ^^;

Velocity
10-30-2011, 03:07 AM
Daniel Redrock and Drauvant Domini
Alignment: Deviant - Grafix and WAE - Tungz
Location: Outskirts of San Fran, CA
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk)

Daniel froze up for a second, staring back at Al and Shiba, dimly aware that he had come very, very close to being killed. Then he shook his head. He was clearly being offered a spot in the truck, and being in the truck meant being faster than his pursuer by a margin of a lot. He ran forward and hopped into the open seat, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Thanks," he panted with breathless gratitude. He glanced nervously out the window. The WAE was getting to his feet, and the look on his face permanently wrote a new definition of 'cold, murderous fury' into Daniel's mind. Daniel frankly could see why he was upset... But this was a little extreme, especially considering that Daniel was the victim.

"Can we please hurry?" Daniel asked meekly. "Because if we don't I doubt we'll be alive much longer."

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Alignment: For the Deviants
Location: The outskirts of Inau, near Umecit.
ARPers: Those fighting the Antivity.

Fury lifted her head to the sky and raised a lioness's roar to the heavens, answering the shriek with the sound of her ear pain. A couple of the Antitivity turned their heads to the lioness and the Lumanx, and a samurai-esque Sona rushed at the newcomers. Fury snarled and leaped at the samurai, raking his armor with slashing claws. He managed to knock her off and he turned on her, blade lifted. However, Cyrus was on the Sona in a heartbeat, sinking long fangs into the samurai's throat.

"Where," Cyrus growled, is your bushido now?"

Without waiting for an answer he sailed into battle. Fury followed in a heartbeat. Around her, on her side, she could see an odd blue ball, a massive dragon-like war machine, and two humans, one who appeared to be sprouting claws. Fury would have thought it a doomed fight against over a score of Antitivity, but the dragon was a natural killer, breaking everything it touched. Feeling confident, Fury sprang into ethereality, dematerializing every part of her except her claws. She began her favored trick: leaping from Sona to Sona with nothing but claws exposed, slashing them to bits while she was almost impune.

Cyrus, meanwhile, was running over to help the dragon - one of the Antitivity, an odd, serpentine creature, was sneaking up on it. He grasped the serpent in his fangs and tossed it at a vicious wolf. Cyrus turned toward the dragon. As he caught sight of its face, one thought rang in his mind.

I know you!

Sylver
11-03-2011, 05:40 AM
Aria Charmes
Deviant Enginez
Outskirts of San Franciso, California, USA
ARPers: Everyone in the beat-up red truck

"What the?!" Was all Aria could say as she was almost thrown from the underside of the truck, scrabbling to keep herself from bashing into anythin that would most likely kill her or, at the very least, leave her unconscious. Grumbling to herself, she slowly moved out from under as she saw some Deviant kid leap into the front seat. Seeing her opportunity, she hopped into the back and ran right to the window.

"Drive!" She yelled with all sense of urgency as she glaned at the person the boy was running from, hoping that he was not WAE, though all proper brain function advised otherwise. Her mind now flooded with thought as plan of action after plan of action ran through her brain. She could almost feel the strength Inshur was receiving from this flood of creativity...

Inshur
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Umecit Antitivity fight participants

/Damn! Aria, what's going on here! Your mental activity is overwhelming!/ Inshur tried to ask her, but to no avail. Sighing, she pivoted the heel of her boots and cut another Antitivity Sona, hearing a loud screech, but also faint drumming, which seemed to reduce the noise she heard from it. Whatever happened, the Antitivity seemed to be bothered by it, so she hopped over, taking off and flying towards two Sona's who looked almost perfectly identical, save for the inverted colors.

"Whatever you two are doing, keep doing it!" She smiled as she called, landing near them and fending off against a small Antitivity Sona that looked like a pangolin with hedgehog traits.

Saraibre Ryu
11-06-2011, 04:25 AM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Erai


Being offered bread behind a gas station by a random stranger was certainly not on my expectations list. Then again anything could happen and usually random stuff like this was good news. Plus, it was free food…then again it could have been poisoned…there were so many things to consider. Still, no one made bread of that caliber that was WAE…however maybe this person was trying to trap a WAE and bring them to their senses? I’m starting to think my head drawls on a bit too much.

I removed my helmet and sat down on the ground, figuring what the hell. This guy was cheery, showing more emotion than a crowd of WAE affected. I wondered if he noticed my bandana was midnight blue. He seemed to be staring for some reason. Maybe out of shock, but then he went a bit quiet. I knew that was a good sign, this guy seemed to be a Deviant. He was more emotional, even the grey clothing wasn’t typical, for some reason. It wasn’t dull and lifeless, though monochrome in the past ould be seen as such, here, there was a difference. I waited until he was finished possibly talking to his Sona before speaking again.

“May as well. Haven’t had a decent meal in awhile.”

I took a knife from my back pocket and cut the steaming loaf. I ignored the fact it was hot bread out of a fire, though I helped I was wearing my bike gloves to prevent any burns. I looked at it; the smell was wonderful and just looking at it seemed like art. I slowly took a bite of it.

To be honest, it was the best thing I had tasted in a few months. My mind couldn’t comprehend what it was all at the time, besides absolutely amazing. Still, I ate slowly, but at the same time I really wanted to pull out my compact mixing board and portable speakers I had on the back of my bike and start playing something. I continued eating slowly, and by the time I was more than halfway through the piece, I heard Veza’s voice in my head.

‘…the hell that come from?’

‘I’m eating real food Veza. Not dulled down crap. Actual food. Homemae…or rather behind a gas station made bread.’

‘…I’ll ask later, but whaever it was…helped me out a lot just now.’

I would ask later, I knew Veza was in a fight. I looked at the stranger, still having the bread in my one hand.

“Are you…a Paletz?”

It was a long shot question, as those guys were scarcer, if not just as scarce as Enginez were. I had a strong feeling this guy was.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle

Hostiles remaining: approximately fifty percent. Many larger objectives completely disabled or annihilated. Engaging in smaller infantry class units.

Veza rolled back into her ball form just as Shiri began to scream, blocking out much of the sound to a point where it didn’t bother her. She could hear a bit of it, but she wasn’t focusing on that, and thus, made herself completely deaf to it. She was a lit with violent flames, literally bowling over smaller humanoids in armor at a fast rate. She went back and forth again, and when she found it time to see her results, she uncurled herself and stood. She didn’t expect Shiri’s screaming to make her stumble just at the sheer volume of it.

My god…that screaming…is…loud…

I had my claws over my ears. It must have been the siren girl who was working with us and my god her Deviant made her a real shout out. Wait…I was thinking like myself…damn that was some powerful noise if she could do THAT. I opened my eyes and saw almost every single Antitivity stumble at the volume of it. This was some hell of a distraction. I used one of my wings to cover up the one side of my head, and had my one hand free to make some things explode. I saw one of the giant Antitivity, and focused hard on it’s one leg. I slowly made a fist, twisting my wrist around and clenching my claws towards my palm. Making something already excited by heat explode at your control wasn’t easy. Eventually though, the entire leg combusted in glorious flame, and literally, without that leg to stand on, it came crashing to the ground, on top of some other WAE infested Sona’s that were just laying on the ground.

…I probably did that damage.

I tried seeing what else I could blow up, as I was lucky my ignition ability involved little movement and more thought. As I concentrated, I felt empowered for some reason, and quite suddenly. I felt it coming from two sources, one from Amiel and another…was that drumming? Figuring everyone wasn’t able to move, I tried talking to Amiel for a moment.

Turns out bread gave me power…that didn’t explain the drumming. I didn’t have time to go look for it, so far we were winning at the moment. The Antivitity was starting to thin out, and as it was, I look in the distance, seeing the blue ball form some sort of stony shield for himself. I had a feeling who he was attacking was someone I didn’t want to be seen by.

Well…seen by and let live anyway.

Winter
11-07-2011, 02:30 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel and Domini) and Sylver(Aria)

Argeno had his foot on the pedal, he was about to slam it when there was suddenly a girl at the back window, yelling at him to drive. What the heck? Where had she-- "Gas, hon, gas!" Shiba shouted, snapping her boyfriend out of his daze, he glanced back to the girl.

"You'd better--" He started to tell back, but Al didn't let him finish.

"Get down! Gas, NOW!" The smaller girl shrieked, it wasn't a Suggestion, but an order, one that scared Argeno into slamming the gas and causing his 'Clinker' as he called it to roar and shoot forward with enough force to slam everyone in the car against the seat(and in Al's case, Shiba, who gasped as the wind was effectively knocked out of her) and who knew what happened to the girl in the bed. After a moment, Argeno eased off the accelerator only slightly, and began quickly navigating the streets he and the girls all knew so well. As this was going on, a rapid drumbeat that sounded nearly frantic picked up in her earbuds as the song on her MP3 switched. She smiled underneath her hoodie's enlongated collar, how ironic that that would come on now that they were basically running for their lives with two strangers and praying that they wouldn't get caught. With nearly the whole world against them, they were fleeing San Francisco to keep from losing themselves to a world of nothingness. It seemed that now they had revealed themselves to help out one like them, the spotlight certainly was on.

Without bothering to mention to Al that she had started bobbing her head to whatever song was playing on her MP3 player, Shiba reached behind her and yanked the back window of the truck open to address the girl in the truck bed when they were heading towards the Golden Gate bridge, back the way they came. "Would you please enlighten me as to when this truck had a 'Please hitch a ride whenever you feel like it!' sign put on it? He--" She paused to gesture at the boy in the seat next to her, "was invited. I don't even know where the heck you freaking came from!" She called back in annoyance.

"Shiba, dear..." Argeno sighed, but his girlfriend was not going to be calmed down yet.

"You'd better pray to whatever God or gods you believe in that we don't get pulled over because of you hitching a ride in the back, because if we do, the WAE won't kill you--I will!" She snarled, causing Al to turn her head and, unable to really see Shiba's face, pat the young woman's hand.

"Sorry about knocking the wind outta you." The tiny girl said softly, immediately bringing Shiba's attention to her.

"That? Nah, you're fine, you're too light to really do much more damage. For once I'm kinda glad you're tiny." Shiba replied, suddenly more calm and gentle than she had been with Aria. Argeno shook his head and sighed--this was bound to be an interesting trip. First of all, they were going to need a new car since not only had the guy following the boy now in the truck with them probably seem the clinker well enough to put the authorities on them, there was certainly not enough room for them all comfortably in the car as it was now, and the one in the bed would attract too much attention if she was seen...



Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone fighting the Antitivity

It seemed that Shiri's screeching had done it's job, and with that, the Siren stopped her screeching for a breath. Now that their brains were a bit scrambled by the godawful noise, she smiled and motioned for Kari and Silverstreak to go on. "Your turn, you two!" She laughed and Kari grinned, darting over to a nearby light post that no longer worked anyway, dragging Silverstreak behind her, and completely uprooted it.

"Feel like a bit of baseball, little Shiri?" The ponytailed girl asked, and in response Shiri's liquid arms reached out, snatching a smaller, hedgehog-like Antitivity armed with ton of metal spikeson it in their grasp and flinging it with amazing speed in Kari's direction. Much to Shiri's delight, the creature balled up as it flew towards her makeshift bat. Taking over from Shiri, Silverstreak's wings extended and hooked onto the thing's spikes and yanked it even harder towards the light pole. It contacted with a shattering ring of metal-on-metal before flying directly at the side of a larger Antitivity Veza had missed and smashing into it with enough force to bowl the thing over. Most of the creatures had been taken out by the large Dragon Sona, however, and not much was left--especially close to them.

"Should we advance, or do you want us to stay back?" Kari asked as she approached Veza casually, Silverstreak trailing behind her and the light pole still in hand. Shiri, however, had seen Veza'a display with fire and opted to keep her distance.


OOC: Spotlight by Mutemath (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1j4VBi7rcc) is what Al's listening to, and I can totally picture that entire section going to this song as a music video in my head.

Socratic Sarcasm
11-07-2011, 03:33 AM
Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in battle of Umetic

It was the epitome of violence, elevated to an art.

The 'colonel' did not earn his title for no reason: he fought viciously, trying to step on me with his humongous pillars known as feet with an agility not common to one who weighs several tons. I was almost crushed to death on several occasions. Levitating above him didn't help matters: his trunk got what his feet couldn't. I couldn't get distance because of the antiSonas, although that problem being resolved. The problem was time.

Ooh.

The elephant and the gargoyle made eye contact. The elephant visibly gasped.

That was the last expression on his face.

A long stone javelin ('thrown' by yours truly) pierced his eye. Or, as Greg would put it,"A large sharpened piece of compressed sediment entered through his orbit, pierced though his optical nerve, went through his cerebrum, impaled his cerebellum, and severed his medulla."

Ya, for you anatomy buffs, sorry for the image.

As he fell, I realized just how much energy I had been expending in my fight. And three particularly vicious-looking antiSonas surrounded me, ready for the kill.

I was screwed.

Eraizaa-kun
11-08-2011, 08:36 PM
Salem Cristobal Zabaleta
Deviant Paletz
Apparently off of Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu


As I saw the girl eating the bread and enjoying it so much, I couldn't help but smile as well. It had been such a long time since I was able to cook for someone else. I was about to warn her about how hot it was, but she didn't seem to care.

Eventually she stopped for a moment to ask a question. The way she asked it, it almost looked like she knew the answer already but couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I am," I answered gently.

To be honest, I guess I hadn't considered the fact that there didn't seem to be many Paletz around, then again, Deviants in general didn't seem too common either.

"What about you? You are obviously not WAE," I asked trying to make some conversation while we ate.

As I waited for the answer, I took the other piece of bread and began to eat as well. My mind quickly began to analyze every aspect of it, all the flavor it had, the ingredients, and possibilities for next time, but above all, it began to enjoy it.

"Dare, help is on its way..."



Dare Dare Haru
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in the fight with the Antitivities.


Dare's dark half was still fighting this strange blob-like Antitivity. It kept extending its body as sharp tentacles, trying to stab Dare. All he could do is jump around to dodge and it was starting to get really tired some. He wouldn't even be able to dodge all of it if it because he and his light half were sharing their sight.

Light Dare just kept on playing his drums as he wanted to make sure he was giving everyone their best chance. What looked like a phoenix flew by for a moment, telling him to keep up. All Light Dare could do at the moment was flash a smile towards her for a second as he was still in the middle of a fight.

Suddenly, they both felt a rush of energy rushing through their bodies.

"Salem..." whispered Dark Dare.

He grabbed his sword firmly and began to spin and jumped around. It almost looked like he was dancing in the battlefield, but as the antitivity's tentacles began closing in again, he swung his sword with the momentum of each step cutting the tentacles one by one, falling to the floor and apparently being absorbed by the ground.

Light Dare began playing his drum even faster at that moment and just as Dark Dare rushed towards what was left of the blob's body for the final strike, it just somehow melted on its own.

"A fail experiment after all," said Light Dare.

Dark Dare quickly began scanning the area for a new target when something else caught his eye. Rather than a target, it looked like a ball-shaped Sona was in trouble. His eyes locked towards him. Dark Dare tried running towards that area, but he wasn't sure if he could make it in time.

At that moment, both Dare nodded at the same time thinking to each other, "Time for a change of tune."

Light Dare's drum then morphed into a bell which began to float right in front of him.

He focused his energy on it and called, "Song of Lifted Spirits..."

At that moment, the bell began to play a swift melody. Its notes flew almost immediately right pass Dark Dare and towards Dos 'causing wind to pick up. As the song reached him, Dos suddenly disappeared only to reappear a few seconds later behind Light Dare just as the bell stopped playing.

Light Dare felt that his role was now changed as his Bell disappeared and he grabbed his shield. He was now in the middle of a battlefield with no weapons, with a Sona that seemed extremely tired, and with his other half running into a battle further ahead. His only choice at the moment was to protect himself, and probably protect the Sona next to him too.


OOC: The Song of Lifted Spirit was actually composed by a friend of mine, Sandstorm Lavastone, with a little touch here and there by me with her permission. Here it is! (http://tindeck.com/listen/juhb)

Velocity
11-10-2011, 10:33 PM
Daniel Redrock and Drauvant Domini
Alignment: Deviant - Grafix and WAE - Tungz
Location: Outskirts of San Fran, CA
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk)

Domini swore, loud and proud, letting out a string of curses that might have made a sailor blush. As the truck motored away, making loud, complaining noises and spitting clouds of noxious smoke that was dark even for WAE eyes, Domini watched, trying to make out the license plate but only able to see the first number. This was fuel on the fire, and his animated swearing grew louder. However, he did manage to get a good glimpse of the car itself, and the odd girl riding in the bed. He whipped out his phone, ready to call backup. He had a strong feeling that the drivers of the truck were Deviants - who else would be abetting a Deviant? And Deviants needed to stop being so Devious... Or simply be forever silenced.

-

Daniel squished himself as far into the seat as possible as the truck roared. He hated cars he hated cars hehatedcars. But then again, when it came down to it, he'd pick an agonizing truck ride over being kidnapped by a WAE official any freaking day.

He could hear one of his rescuers - a girl named Shiba, he was pretty sure - yelling at some girl in the truck bed, but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to really pay attention. He had no doubt that Cyrus was worried about him. But there was no time to contact Cyrus now - anyway, Daniel really needed to focus on making sure these people in the truck were friends. Because if this was the infamous WAE enforcer Daniel was thinking of, he would need all the friends he could get.

"Um," gulped Daniel rather lamely, "thanks for saving my life. Like, thanks a lot."

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Alignment: For the Deviants
Location: The outskirts of Inau, near Umecit.
ARPers: Those fighting the Antitivity.

Fury shot Cyrus a worried glance. The Lumanx was frozen, staring at the great iron dragon. Fury roared at him. "Wake up, Cyrus! Want to die?"

Cyrus managed to shake himself out of his trance. Most of the Antitivity were gone, and the ones that were still alive seemed to be retreating. Fury sprang at one that was too slow to escape her wrath - a large dog with shrubs growing on its back. She smacked it into the air with a huge paw, her claws tearing its fur. The Antitivity were either near the dragon and about to be dead, or they were running back to wherever they had come from.

"I told you we'd be fine," Fury said, sidling over to Cyrus. Her friend smiled weakly in response.

"Right... " Fury rolled her eyes and glanced at the other parts of the battlefield. She still couldn't see any major problems. A Tasmanian devil was gearing up to defend itself and the spherical blue Sona beside it. Two human females and an odd silver dragon that appeared to be made of ink were hanging back. The iron dragon was blowing something up.

"Looks like we're not really needed," Fury remarked.

"Not really," Cyrus admitted. "But I'd prefer to stay now that we have allies. Reinforcements may be coming."

Saraibre Ryu
11-16-2011, 06:43 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Erai


I’ll be damned it was a Paletz. Well, at the rate I was going I probably was anyway. I sat quietly for a moment, listening to whatever song I was making up in my head to help Veza a bit. What the guy said next had me a bit surprised though.

“I’m obviously not am I?” I asked casually with monotone.

Considering I’ve been there and done that, and I was wearing grey all over except for my tinted midnight blue, nearly looking black bandana. If he was a Paletz, he could have seen the small bit of blue. Regardless, anything else and I looked like one. At least I thought I did, maybe this guy was referring to something else other than physical appearance. He seemed like such a person. Not many people were those kinds of people. Not many people were really sane anymore.

“Tell me then…what makes it obvious?”

It was a rather redundant question and I usually didn’t speak this much, however I was remotely interested. I didn’t want to get too comfortable either; I had a non-existent agenda to keep. Also, staying in one place too long wasn’t something I would advise on in this day and age, with everything that’s going on. I wouldn’t be surprised if they started doing house checks for us Deviants soon.

Of course my saying it now, probably just screwed us all over.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle
My sights were focused on a trio of Antitivity going for the living blue jawbreaker. At that range, the best I could do was make some distracting implosion in the ground, which I knew would drain me because I caused things to ignite and not collapse. I rolled into a ball and thought I could bowl them over, lighting myself on fire in the process. I got close, and I heard something that made me uncurl. Instead of what I thought, there was some other pair of Sona’s there, giving the jawbreaker a hand. Since they had a shield, I took the opportunity to blast the nearest of the three, causing that one to collide into the other two with a nice domino effect. I wasn’t sure where these two, what looked like Tasmanian devils, had come from, but extra help was something I didn’t object to. With those three out of the way, the field was looking pretty clear, with a select few fleeing, or trying to pick themselves off the ground. I extinguished my fire, hearing someone coming from behind me.

As Kari asked her question, I was a bit confused by it, feeling like everyone had involuntarily put me as leader. It felt odd and awkward but I didn’t make any comments then. I looked around the large space, seeing everything was pretty much taken care of. The only apparent threat was the big guy in the hover tank-

…that wasn’t just any guy in a hover tank.

“Him. Terminat…GET. HIM.” I nearly shouted, trying not to go into war mode. “If he reports back, there’s going to be much more Antitivity next time around…”

There was no doubt in my mind that commander saw me. He was not allowed to leave my sight alive. I saw him try to leave quicker now that I had made the big declaration of his future demise. I sure hoped that anyone who was a sane Sona heard me.

Winter
11-21-2011, 03:10 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now entering San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel and Domini) and Sylver(Aria)

After Shiba and stopped talking, the truck had gone rather quiet for a few moments before their invited passenger spoke up. "Um,thanks for saving my life. Like, thanks a lot." Al turned her head and smiled, though you couldn't see it under her hoodie's elongated turtleneck.

"We couldn't just let him take you. We gotta watch out for our own." She said softly, Shiba looked at the boy and nodded.

"You're welcome. Now you wanna tell us how you came to be chased in the first place?" The girl didn't offer up her name just yet, she was waiting, watching to make sure he wasn't WAE and they were being played. She highly doubted they were, but she wasn't the kind to just up and introduce herself anyway.

"You're welcome. Just be thankful the brakes on this thing worked enough that I didn't plow you over." Argeno said simply, still navigating, the tenseness in his shoulders obvious.

Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone fighting the Antitivity

It took Veza a moment to answer, and when she did, it was frantically, pointing out a man in a hover tank. Whoever he was, he was apparently important and she recognized him as such. None of them paused to wonder why very long, though. "Gotcha." Kari smiled and shifted her light pole to rest against her shoulder before springing off toward the hover tank, getting only slightly closer before outright throwing the pole like a frisbee at it. Silverstreak shot forward, following the light pole up with a puff of fire. Shiri hung back, watching and waiting to see if she would need to produce another ear-grating shriek...or even a Calling, if she was incerdibly unlucky. She watched, however, as Kari spun after her throw and ran back, not waiting to see if she hit it. The trio did notice, however, the fact that now somebone was playing music--as Shiri glanced around, it appeared to be one of the pair of Tasmanian Devil Sona.

Ryza Hale
WAE Graphix
WAE Base, ?

Ryza lay, as always in her little white room that those emotionless jerks who liked to cause her pain had oh-so-"graciously" given her to stay in, drawing. Oh well, at least they let her have a sketchbook and pencils, as long as they left her alone and she had pencils, she was fine. They seemed to leave her alone a lot these days, allowing her to spend her time doing nothing other than drawing her life away--they seemed to finally realize that once they made her angry, she would look up, and looking up resulted in blasting them with the full effect of her ability as a Graphix, which led to ear-splitting screams that gave Ryza a headache. She really hated having to give herself a headache to get them to go away.

She lay sprawled out across the floor in the manner a child might, Cecil tucked under one the right arm, right hand holding her sketchbook in place as she drew. She didn't bother moving when she heard the door open, maybe if she ignore him, he would go away and she wouldn't have to make him scream and give herself a headache. She really hoped he would leave.

"What are you drawing today, Ryza?" Ryza paused in her drawing to cringe, nope. No such luck existed where Nova was concerned, he was too stubborn for his own good, but he, unlike some of the others, still had emotion. They hadn't wanted to make him crazy like her; he was an Enginez, too important to waste. What a freaking laugh. It was okay to turn a child into a twisted weapon of complete terror to gain victory over their enemies, but they would not harm a twenty someodd year-old man whose sole ability was that he was a great thinker? What had gone wrong with the world, Ryza would wonder from time to time, but it was quickly buried under the thought that the world had been screwed up long before they arrived and made everyone emotionless like them or turned them into twisted freaks like her.

"Same as always; the hero that is one day going to kill all of you in brutal, twisted ways to satisfy my revenge and then free me." She sounded almost cheerful, like a child describing what they planned to do over summer break. He didn't flinch, she knew he wouldn't.

"What if I told you that you didn't need to have a hero bust you outta here?" He asked her softly. The pencil hit the notepad she was writing on, her head snapped around to look at him, yet not at him--she glared over his shoulder. That made him flinch, the thought satisfied her for a brief moment before she spat the question at him.

"What do you mean? You know it's bad to lie, Nova." She asked, cheerful voice becoming so chilling it might have burned were she a Tungz.

"I'm not lying, Ryza." He spoke with a level voice, keeping the emotion out of it. "You're going to be let out, however, there are certain...strings attatched to the deal." He told her calmly, holding out a pair of sunglasses to her.

She snatched them from him--he was the only one who had any sense, but he didn't use it. He had figured out some time back that sunglasses made it a lot harder for her ability to kick in. The thing was, he never actually used them, and she wasn't sure anyone else knew about the fact he'd tried it and it worked up until she was mad enough to snatch them off. "What do I have to do?" She hissed, putting them on her face and looking at him eye-to-eye through the darkened lenses of the sunglasses.

"Come with me. I'll take you to the people who will be telling you what those strings are." He didn't sound like he really agreed with whatever these strings were, or he hated the people he was taking her to, but Ryza didn't care. All she could think was that she hadn't seen the light of day in a long, long time...

OOC:And that's all I have time for, I imagine Aerys is pinned up somewhere as well, but we'll hopefully see more of them actually in action in my next post...

Frost Dragon
11-21-2011, 09:20 PM
Blake Skelt
Deviant Grafix
Somewhere in the western rocky mountains
ARPer’s: None
Today makes a whole decade, Blake though while he etched another line onto the walls. The icy cave had a deep scratch in the walls reaching down to the rock below the layer of ice for every month Blake had been away from home. Satisfied with his 120th mark, he went to a drawing pad, one of his oldest. He reached next to the pad, but he found his pencils were missing. “What the- of course they are”, he said. What a stupid time to have to go outside, he said while looking into the snow outside. If the pencils had rolled out of the cave, they could all be at the bottom, probably broken. Well, no use in just sanding around. He set off for the town at the foot of the mountain. He would just have to take some more.

Name: Frost Telset
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer’s: Watching doesn’t effect people.

Thank god, it stopped. Frost’s search just seemed to be getting interrupted more and more these days. What the heck was that, anyway? He had been flying for about an hour when a horrible noise came through the air. It distracted him and, in turn, caused him to crash into the ground. “I swear,” he said while turning towards the souce of the noise, “if there was no good reason for that-” However, he cut himself off when he say what was going on. Antivity. The last time I saw them this far from Velvod was… No. Don’t think about it. It’s for your own good. It appeared to be a fight between a couple of sonas and antivity. As far as he could tell, the sonas were winning. If they want to fight, let them. They’re winning anyway. There’s no need to help someone who doesn’t need it. Yet for some reason, he stayed and watched.

OOC: It's short and not that good, but it is a start.

Socratic Sarcasm
11-25-2011, 03:48 PM
Doc
San Francisco, CA
ARPers: None so far

"The local time is XX:XX, Pacific Time. Please check the clock on the departure before checking your flight time. Thank you."

I heard this announcement as I walked pass my flight's carosel. Number one disadvantage of rushing to the airport: only have time to pack so much. I only had clothes and my smartphone in my bag, along with the papers necessary for travel. I took out my phone and checked my 'grocery list'.


Rental
Arms
Money (at least $3000)
Non-perishable food (3 days worth)
Stock up on scalpels
3 Jars
Prepare medicine


It was a weird list for normal life, but let's face it: I wasn't normal, my life wasn't normal, and I lived my everyday day in sheer fear. Quite frankly, I was glad (in this regard) my parents and sister were dead: I could focus on toppling the menace called the WAE. This thought track keeps going on until I reach the lady at the rental desk. I make my best effort to wipe my face blank.

"Here are your papers, sir."
"Thank you."

I fill out the papers and hand them in. I notice an ATM near by. Before I go out to my rental, I decide my list could do with an extra item crossed off.

$5000 dollars out of my bank account later, I'm cruising in a Navy Chevy Tahoe. I had already stopped at the grocery store (for the food and jars) and arms shop (for a pistol), and was getting a tour of the city of San Francisco from a colleague going to the Conference as well. He steered me to the University and to the Micro Anatomy Labs. I ask for a moment.

"Sure, sure, why not?"

I steal 10 scalpel handles and 10 boxes of scalpels before anyone knew what happened and hide them in my lab coat. I then stop by the chem labs and pull out the andgina medicine and three jars, and begin to work.


Dos
Umetic, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in battle of Umetic

I feel a surge of power. I knew Doc was using a lot of his brains, planning, preparing. I then register the guy in the hovertank thingy. He joined up with the guerillas late, but...

"The fact that you recognize him is not good, considering who you are and what your condition is." I was talking directly to the gargoyle, but now speak to the entire group. "Fortunately, my Deviant is finally using the watermelon between his ears. I'll keep him from running away." I turn to the gargoyle and the Tasmanian devils. "And by the way, thanks."

I pull giant rock hands out of the ground (moving them took less energy then you would think), about the size of an average human being. I levitate quickly in front of the tank and begin to speak.

"I defeated the great colonel Alfeelo in one to one combat. I shall not allow you to pass.
"It is not what you allow, child. It is what I wish that decides the day."

I decide to have a little fun. This could be entertaining, after all. My purpose is a diversion, allowing the gargoyle to move in for the kill (as she earned).

I put on my best announcer voice,"So this corner" I gesture towards the hovertank dude with glee, hitting him with my 'left hand' "We have this weird guy in a hovertank, think he's a bad***. But in the other corner, we have the dashingly handsome and brilliant DOS, who really is a bad***! Let's give both contestants a round of applause!" At that last word, I clapped with both my 'hands' right in front of the guy, who looks ready to retaliate.

I may have no visible mouth, but my eyes smirked viciously.

Velocity
11-26-2011, 01:08 PM
Daniel Redrock
Alignment: Deviant - Grafix and WAE - Tungz
Location: Outskirts of San Fran, CA
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk)

Daniel looked at the girl - he was pretty sure he'd heard someone call her Shiba? - who had asked him a question. For a boy who was completely unable to get on well with his own sex, let alone any of the complicated feminine 'species', let alone one who was older than him and who could probably destroy him in a fight, Daniel felt little fear, other than a slight nervousness at the woman's tone. After all, if these people had wanted to hurt him they would have left him with Domini. Heck, they could have just run him over.

"My name's Daniel Redrock," Daniel said. "We'd both be pretty safe to assume that the other's a Deviant, I think, so I may as well introduce myself as a Grafix. As for how he was chasing me... Beats me, really. I keep some of my supplies on hand - things like pencils and paints - and some of my drawings, but I don't know how he could have seen - oh God."

He slapped himself in the face. "That's it. I had to take one of my drawings out to talk to my Sona. The guy must have seen it somehow. Speaking of which, if you guys don't mind, I have to try to tell him I'm all right."

He pulled out a new drawing, this one a picture of a summer's night, with a little kid chasing white fireflies through a field full of rainbow flowers. He focused on the colors, until he felt Cyrus's mind connect fuzzily to his.

I'm all right, Daniel told his Sona, and broke the connection off. There, duty done.

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Alignment: For the Deviants
Location: The outskirts of Inau, near Umecit.
ARPers: Those fighting the Antitivity.

"Terminat - GET HIM!" Fury and Cyrus perked up their ears as they heard the dragon speak in its metallic voice. They followed the machine's line of sight to what appeared to be a human being in a floating tank. The odd ball-creature was already moving toward it, but Fury decided that the blue sphere may need some help. "Wait here if you like; I'm going to have some fun!" Fury sprang out toward the WAE commander. Cyrus followed reluctantly a moment later.

The two Sonas got in place, forming a triangle around the Antisona with the blue sphere as its vertex. Fury wasn't quite sure what to make of the ball-Sona pulling giant stone gauntlets out of the earth and smacking a WAE commander with them, taunting the Antisona when he clearly had machinery, presumably powerful, at his disposal. Cyrus didn't notice - he was receiving a message from Daniel, along with a dizzying splash of color.

I'm all right.

None of the Sonas, however, were about to be all right. The Antitivity in the hover-tank pushed a button on his control panel, and an electric pulse came out of his device like some sort of EMP, shocking all those within a radius of about three yards. Fury and Cyrus shrieked in pain. Cyrus managed to stay fixed to his spot, but Fury was flung far backward. She landed in the grass, out cold. Cyrus was in little better shape - he was conscious, but his whole body was shaking. Tremors were racking his muscles and his eyesight was fuzzy at best. Cyrus was unsure about the third Sona's condition, but he knew dimly that the Antitivity could kill them at his leisure.

Eraizaa-kun
11-26-2011, 08:51 PM
Salem Cristobal Zabaleta
Deviant Paletz
Apparently off of Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu


I was actually enjoying the moment a bit. I mean, what was there not to enjoy? I had found some time to actually eat and I was talking to someone who didn't want to kill me or have me arrested. It's good to take in the little moments in life. I listened to the girl's questions and, in all honesty, I found her tone amusing.

I gave her a smile and answered, "Your outfit looks more of one who's trying to not be identified. Sure, you could have still been a WAE undercover, but if you were, you would have easily taken me down by rushing in at the slightest scent of any of the spices I used."

I took another small bite off the bread to swallow it fast and keep up with the conversation.

"At least, that has been my experience with WAE," I added just before taking a bigger bite of bread.



Dare Dare Haru
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in the fight with the Antitivities.


Light Dare looked back at the Sona he was trying to shield from danger. Somehow, he looked a lot better all of a sudden. More than that, he looked ready for battle. The white Tasmanian Devil began to walk towards his brother as he felt they have been apart for too long.

"You are welcome," he responded to Dos before running towards his darker half.

Meanwhile, Dark Dare had suddenly stopped moving. He looked like he was seeing something in his mind which had him distracted.

Light Dare saw him from the distance and said, "Oh no...not now..."

At that moment, Dark Dare sat on the floor where a sketch pad and a few pencils of different numbers materialized in front of him. He quickly grabbed pencil after pencil and began to draw something very fast. Light Dare was almost to his brother's side when he noticed the Antitivity in the tank prepare for some sort of attack. The white Tasmanian Devil jumped towards his brother with his shield in hand.

Suddenly, just as the tank sent that electric pulse, a force field spread from Dare's shield protecting both his halves from the attack.

Light Dare looked back at his brother and said, "Seriously!?"

Dark Dare stood up while holding his finished drawing and said, "Yup. Now lets go."

Light Dare suddenly saw it through his brother's eyes. The drawing, it was of a very detailed peculiar angle of the hover tank ahead.

"Got it," responded Light Dare.

The two stood side by side and began running towards the tank. Zigzagging a bit, especially around the other Sonas to avoid attracting too much attention to themselves. Light Dare constantly holding his shield ready to defense while Dark Dare kept his sword in hand and his sight locked into the tank.

Suddenly, the two sprung forward and stopped right under the tank.

"There!" shouted Dark Dare as he jumped and thrust his sword upwards hitting the specific spot near the back of the tank which had been the focus of his drawing.

The sword quickly pierced through the tank with ease as if it had just hit a weak spot. Dark Dare pulled the sword out and jumped away from the tank with his brother following close behind. At that moment, the tank began making strange sounds, as if it was starting to short-circuit. Slowly but surely, the hover tank began to descend.

Saraibre Ryu
12-01-2011, 08:14 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Erai


It wasn’t the answer I was expecting, but a good one none the less. I had to admit this kid was observant as he was a good cook, but I didn’t say it. There was no need to state the obvious. I stared at the fire for a bit, realizing we were next to a gas station and fire usually meant that explosions followed afterward. That would have been an interesting site, then when it was found WAE could have a reason to label some Deviants as unnecessarily destructive. That’s what we really needed on our tags besides everything else. Then again they already called us out as terrorists…

“Your experiences huh…must have been hard.”

That’s all I could really say. I wasn’t keen on letting anyone know yet I was the special person the entire force of WAE was looking for. Mixed reactions, also I thought I was talking an awful lot today. The day had been full of surprises. With that in mind, I knew that I had to be going soon.

“If theres anything else…I would need to get going. I don’t stay in one place too long. Thanks for the bread.”

With that, I got up and slowly started back for my bike. I had to head south to the next big city that was going to be the next ‘victim of my terrorism’.

“Unless you’re also heading south.”


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle


I was a bit slower than the rest of our rag tag guerilla group, due to the fact I had to take this thing out by surprise with one heavy blow. That I couldn’t do by exploding the thing into tiny pieces and have shrapnel stab everyone within a twenty foot radius. No instead I decided to hover as far above it as I could, then just have gravity do the work for me. As I ascended high enough, at least what I assumed was high enough, I closed up into a ball and let myself fall. Knowing everyone was at least smart enough to move out of the way when they saw a giant ball falling from the sky coming straight towards them, I knew no one was going to get hurt…as long as my aim wasn’t off.

The fall took a bit longer than I thought, although it was a few seconds, but eventually I felt the hard force of metal and various other things hit my side, and a screeching of crushed metal and armor colliding with the ground. I felt small explosions within the armor of the tank and for that reason I didn’t uncurl myself until I knew it was safe to come out. I rolled backwards and took a look at the mess. A huge crater in the tank and whatever was inside it would be in even worse condition thanks to me.

I took in a heavy breath knowing that high ranking officer didn’t have the chance to report me. I looked around, seeing a few of the surviving Antitivity fleeing as fast as they could.

“I think that’s it…”

I didn’t notice the remaining static from the apparent EMP the tank was making earlier. Thanks to my armor I was going to be conducting it for a few moments longer, however it made me a bit stiff at the moment. I looked around and saw some Sona that weren’t in the initial group before. A pair of Tasmanian devils and some other humanoids.

“Thanks for your help.” I addressed the other strangers. “Is everyone alright?”

Winter
12-02-2011, 03:04 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Now leaving San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

Al peered over the top of her hoodie's extended neck and smiled as Daniel broke the connection between his Sona and himself, reminding her to check in with Shiri soon. "A Graphix?" She asked, Argeno laughed at that.

"You gotta be careful with that stuff, kid. I should know, I'm--" Shiba interrupted, twisting back to slide the back window shut with finality before he finished speaking. "A Graphix myself. My name's Argeno Balk, and these two are about the two most important people in the world to me." Some of the tension seemed to leave his shoulders as he spoke.

"Allen Whiteflower, Tungz. Call me Al." Al offered quietly, still looking over the boy intently. Shiba grinned and reached around Al to pull up her right jacket sleeve to display the webwork of colorful tattoos covering her arm, most notably the pair of snakes that were intertwined up her arm from wrist to shoulder, one a vibrant red and the other a soothing green in color.

"That's a bit of Argeno's work, I'm Shiba Set. I'm a Tattu." She informed him with an ironic little smirk, as though she found her ink addiction and Deviant kind a funny coincidence.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone fighting the Antitivity

Kari and Silverstreak glanced around as Veza spoke, noting the Antitivity were fleeing, Silverstreak sank back into Kari's skin, seeping through her jacket as though it wasn't there at all. Shiri looked around as well, eyeing the damage in disdain, she really did hate physical fighting... Her attention turned to Kari as the human Sona let out a soft laugh, noting that Silverstreak's image on her face was moving, settling back into place. "Dangit, Silverstreak, that tickles!" Kari accused.

/I cannot help that I feel uncomfortable in all but this one spot on your face./ Silverstreak shot back, earning another giggle from her as Veza asked about everyone else's well-being. They were fine--but then again, Shiri tended to stay out of action and Kari and Silverstreak tended to play it safe and used more long to mid range attacks than anything.

"We," The pink-haired Sona spoke up, indicating herself and the two other Sona who traveled with her "are perfectly fine. Nevermind Kari, once attached to her skin, any movement the dragon makes apparently tickles."

"We're glad to help--this is our main area of residence, it'd be a shame if it were to fall to the Antitivity." Kari piped up, grinning, while the silver tattoo's head on her face inclined and then returned to it's original position on her face, producing another round of giggles.

Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE Base, ?
ARPers: Sabi(Adrian)

The halls were, not surprisingly, white, and devoid of almost all decoration. Ryza wasn't sure exactly what she was expecting, but this had been a letdown. Meanwhile, Nova kept babbling, trying to advise her to do this and that, but most of all--be polite and try not to act like the complete psychopath she was at times. The sunglasses were supposed to stay on, not that she minded, considering the blinding white hurt her eyes. After a bit of walking and listening to nothing but Nova's suggestions, Ryza was sick of it when they got to a large door that Nova opened with ease and lead her in before him. "Here is the girl, sirs." The cheer in his voice was suddenly gone as he lead her to a pair of open chairs around the large, round table. Ryza shivered and wanted to yank away from his touch as she was reminded of the feel-nothing people that had made her the way she was and tended to her for the longest time before Nova came. She hated them, most often that was what people looking into her eyes were bombarded with, images from the experimentations... She stifled the urge and let Nova lead her to the seat, clutching Cecil to her so tightly it was a wonder the stuffed cat didn't explode. "This is Ryza Hale."

Immediately, she noticed she was sitting directly across from a man with pale, nearly colorless skin and pale hair, his eyes were blood red. There wer a handful of others with them, but she only noticed him. She shivered again and clutched her stuffed cat tighter.

Aerys and Thirteen
Wandering through Enfin
ARPer's: None, atm

"Are you sure this is the right way?" She asked for what felt like the fifty billionth time to Thirteen, who sighed.

"Aerys, I have spent almost my entire life in these tunnels, yes. Yes, we are going the right freaking way." The little Vampire growled through her teeth, agitated. She glanced back to notice the look of strain on the humanoid robot Sona's face and sighed.

"What is it they're doing to her now?" Thirteen snapped, really wishing the idiotic WAE would just leave the unstable girl alone. Aerys got incredibly testy when Ryza was annoyed, and she really didn't want half of Enfin falling on her because the Guardian went into a Ryza-induced rage, destroying anything in sight.

Socratic Sarcasm
12-03-2011, 12:58 PM
Dos
Umetic, Nexen/(briefly) Outskirts of Enfin, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone in battle of Umetic

The tank thingamagigy (notice my very scientific terms) let loose an electric pulse, which knocked out a phoenix (not the one I was gonna yell at, another one) and badly battered another creature. I instinctively threw my "hands" up. This was a mistake.

The pulse slammed the hands backward, throwing me straight to the entrance of Enfin, but not before I saw the twins take out the tank's hover generator. By the time I came back to the battle, the rest of the antiSonas were fleeing. The gargoyle had, quite resourcefully, smashed the falling tank under her own weight.

For some reason, I decided I liked her.

"Whew, battle's over. Hovertank dude is dead, Alfeelo is dead, antiSona's are running away, thankfully without knowing who the gargoyle is. But in the heat of battle, I don't believe I got a chance to introduce myself. I am Dos, and I have some yelling to do."

But before I got a chance to start yelling, I got a whiff of what Greg was doing.

<WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!>
<Exiting the facility.>
<BY MAKING IT EXPLODE?!?!
<Would you rather the alternative?>

And with that, he left.

Doc
San Francisco, CA
ARPers: Anyone with a radio (or TV, if they still exist), this is being broadcasted live.

I put a jar in my coat and the other two in my lab coat. I then sneaked into the Auditorium, hung up my coat on the coat racks in the back, near the entrance, and sat down in the front. I put my pistol in my hand, for I couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to go horribly wrong.

And wrong it went.

The MC called,"And now, Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos, here to present Dr. Zhao's research on room temperature plastination."

I carefully concealed everything I had in my lab coat (scalpels, gun and bullets, two jars... I especially made sure the lab coat I brought with me was designed for storage) as I walked up to the stage.

At the moment I turned around, I saw the door to the outside burst open, while a voice calmly shouted,"Arrest that man, he is a DEVIANT."

And everything went to all hell.

Everyone looked at one another, confused, trying to figure out who the WAE patrols were talking about. I began to laugh.

"Excellent! Finally, some action." I cockily tilted my head to the side, taking in the positions of the five WAE patrols based on how close they were to my jacket. I showed the gun I had in my hand, and pointed it at the leader.

"Really? You shoot that, and all of us shoot back. Regardless of your abilities, you will perish, taking only one, maybe two, of us with you."

"That's only true if I hit one of you at once. Fortunately, I have preperations in place to help me take care that little snag. Boom, gentlemen." I laughed evilly, and shot my jacket, which was still in place, conveniently near the officials.

The three officials closest to my jacket were dead in an instant. The other two were thrown back, knocked out. The scientists were shocked, frozen.

I ran.

I heard the news van outside, "WAE officials are currently attempting to capture Deviant Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos. They are believed to be acting on a confidential tip- WHAT THE?!"

Perfectly timed with the explosion, Ms.

I ran to my truck, opened the door, turned it on, closed the door, and stepped on it. Dos, then decided to contact me:

<WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!>
<Exiting the facility.>
<BY MAKING IT EXPLODE?!?!
<Would you rather the alternative?>

I left my mind, and focused on the road. There were probably going to be more.

Frost Dragon
12-05-2011, 07:41 PM
Blake Skelt
Deviant Grafix
Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
ARPer’s: None
There it it… The town was coming near. For so long, he had been stealing from the stores of the small town. It was the only way to survive. To tell the truth, he didn’t even like that he relied on the stores. He only stole what he needed to live and avoid insanity. All he needed was water, food and pencils.

ake… Blake? Can you hear me? A voice was calling out to him. Was that his sona?
Frost? Is that you? What do you want?
I was just telling you what’s going on. An antivity group managed to make it into Umecit. A small group of powerful sonas are trying to fight them off.
Umecit? Isn’t that fairly far from Velvod? How the heck did they make it there?
Well, yes. But you know perfectly well that it’s foolish to believe that cave system will hold them off forever.
Fair enough. Are you going to go help them?
I do not believe it’s necessary. They seem to be winning, if they haven't already.
I was just going to go get some new pencils. I think my old ones rolled down the mountainside.
Just be careful. You know that the security is going up there, the last thing you want it for them to get your picture.
Yeah, yeah. I know. If I’m ever on the run, I always carry my first notepad with me. That’s all I need.
Fine, but- The child cut him off. He didn’t need further warning. The short conversation seemed to take up most of his trip down. He climbed down a couple more yards until he reached the village.

Velocity
12-09-2011, 12:56 AM
Drauvant Domini
WAE Tungz
San Fransisco
ARPers: None.

Domini watched the truck go, unsure of whether to pursue it or simply put out a watch: old, rusty red trucks containing idiot Deviants, specifically one idiotic pale orange-haired -

Red? Orange?

Domini stopped dead and took a good look around. He blinked once, and then it was gone, but - for who knew how long, he had seen colors without even noticing.

Damn, not again, he thought. He always saw spurts of color whenever Fury was having strong emotions, or was in trouble. But ever since looking at the redheaded boy's drawings, he had been seeing across the entire light spectrum just as sporadically. And he had sensed nothing from Fury: no rage, no sorrow, no joy, no pai-

AAAAAARGH!

The world spun in circles and turned upside-down. Domini staggered into a short alleyway and collapsed against a wall, feeling like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. When he opened his eyes, he was alone in a world of white... except for the lioness lying on her side, looking dead, about a hundred feet away.

Domini had no time to think. He ran to his Sona's side, feeling a concern that surprised him. He put a hand on her flank - she was still breathing. Thank God.

Domini had once met with his Sona like this quite often. They had been neither in Nexen or on Earth in their minds; instead their thoughts had been somewhere in between. But they hadn't shared this space in a long, long time.

"Wake up," Domini snarled. "You won't die. How are you supposed to be the conscience I ignore if you're dead?"

Fury twitched at the sound of Domini's voice. "Don't touch me, Drauvant," she coughed. "The last person I wanted to see before I die - it's not you."

"You aren't going to die," Domini repeated angrily.

"Why do you care?" Fury shot back. "You're nothing but a WAE, Drauvant. No emotions. No soul."

The most amazing thing was that Fury's words hurt.

She grunted, then opened her eyes. Her fur was gray and plain to Domini, but her eyes were like purple lights in the darkness. "Let go of me. I have to go back, and find Cyrus."

"Cyrus?" there was that name again. "Who's Cyrus?"

"Cyrus Nelvenmig," grunted Fury, confirming Domini's suspicions.

Domini decided to hunt for more information. "Why do you need to look for him? Was he hurt?"

Fury grunted. "Probably. There was a WAE raid on Umecite. We... managed to stop most of it. But Cyrus was injured. Honestly, we were lucky that dragon was there. She saved us. She was odd-looking though: A huge, cyborg-dragon with an air of aloof in-betweenness. She was like a war machine, destroying everything in her path."

Domini stopped. Could it be the super-weapon?

Fury interrupted his thoughts with a critical glare. "What are you plotting?"

Domini didn't answer. He was coming to, looking around at the grey-bleached city. He pulled out his cellphone, ignoring the stabs of anger, then rage that came from his Sona. He had a call to make, and then he had a uniquely troublesome bunch of Deviants to stalk.

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: None.

Ring, ring, ring.

Teri stifled a sigh and glanced over at her cellphone, which had the name 'Mr. Domini' printed across its flashing screen. She was not in the mood for a chat with her wingnut of a partner - there was so much typing that needed to be done, so many Deviants who needed breaking, so much paperwork that needed to be filed that Teri felt like she was drowning in work. With tense shoulders she scooped up her phone, pressing the little green symbol on the screen to take the call. She wedged her phone in between her shoulder and cheek.

"What do you want, Mr. Domini?" she demanded, keeping up her fast-paced typing.

"The Umecite raid failed, Teri," said Domini without preamble.

Theresa stopped. Acursio would not be pleased. That had been an important raid, one that could weaken Umecite and potentially cripple the area. "How do you know?"

"My Sona was there," Domini replied.

"And whose side was she on?"

"Doesn't matter," Domini grunted, letting Teri know that she'd hit a nerve. "Either way, the raid was broken up by a small group of powerful Sonas - one who I know is an escapee, and another one who could potentially be the super-weapon."

"Holy hell," muttered Teri. She swiveled her chair away from the computer.

"Fury described the Sona as a 'huge, cyborg dragon' with... How did she put it? 'An air of in-betweenness'. In between WAE and Nexen. There's a possibility it's the weapon, Teri."

Theresa paused to let this sink in. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let Acursio know that the raid failed, and send your Sona out to check and see if it's really the super-weapon," Domini said. "Let him know about that, too."

"Fine," Teri replied, even though she preferred to keep her distance from that creepy, pale freak. She hung up, then stood and began to walk through the halls. She was fairly certain that Acursio was in some type of meeting or conference. She stopped a man in the hall and was told, "D Wing, room 003." She hurried to that meeting hall, stopping outside the door and sitting in one of the empty, hard gray chairs. She then closed her eyes to contact her Sona.

Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno).

Daniel listened as the others introduced themselves. It was odd being around them: he'd never been with other Deviants for any length of time, thanks to his parents' oppression of his creative instincts. But these people seemed different from even his barely-WAE parents. They had a life about them that Daniel had never seen before.

"It's great to meet all of you, really," he said with a smile. "Um... Where are we going?"

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Possibly Sabi (Amiel) and Araizaa (Salem).

Lousy stupid broken piece of freaking junk motorcycle I'm gonna...

Simon was not very pleased with the motorcycle, to say the least. The thing - it looked, honestly, like a giant plastic children's toy - had been spitting out black smoke for hours, but he hadn't expected it to die completely. Let alone to die, fall on its side, and make him crack his head against asphalt. For once, he was glad he had worn a helmet.

He stood up, pushing the side of the bike off of him, where it had nearly crushed his legs. He had no idea where the bike was broken, not that he had any means of fixing it since that stupid WAE guy had made him lose his tools.

Calm, Simon, The Engineer advised. You'll give yourself away, being that passionate about... a motorcycle? Isn't that that silly little wheel-device you like to sit on?

Simon sighed. The Engineer was really smart, but he was also pretty ignorant of human technology. Yes. And it's broken, meaning that I have no way to get anywhere and I'm stranded by some lousy old gas station with no way to get to Seattle but my feet and there's no way I'm doing all that walking just to go filch groceries.

Here came the sarcastic advice: Well, unless you wish to take up anorexia, you'll have to get groceries. And anyway, Seattle is our only lead about Them. He paused to think. Can't you just fix the motorcycle?

Didn't The Engineer understand? Simon wasn't even sure he wasn't being tailed, and The Engineer thought Simon was concerned with looking for Them at that point? What a laugh. No, I lost my tools when I was running from that WAE officer.

You said you're at a gas station? They might have tools.

As much as Simon hated to admit it, his Sona had a point. Maybe I - oh, geez, what's that amazing smell?

He stopped dead. The aroma of rich, warm, buttery bread had just hit his nostrils, replacing his brain with starvation and his stomach with hope. He took a step toward the gas station, which seemed to be emitting the smell. He could feel The Engineer's distraction, and since no warnings were forthcoming, he walked closer. All of his instincts were screaming 'trap', but Simon was starving. And anyway, why would someone who could cook like that, someone who was obviously a Deviant, care to set a trap for him?

Be careful, Simon, he heard The Engineer warn, but Simon was too hungry to care.

Katherine
Angelic Antisona
Inner Ianu, moving toward Umecite
ARPers: None.

Katherine heard a voice calling her from the distance. She stopped her wandering the lush Ianu fields to listen. After a moment's pause she realized that it was her WAE.

Katherine, I need a favor. Would you mind terribly heading toward the site of the planned Umecite raid? I need you to spy on the Sonas who prevented it, but not reveal yourself to them. One of them is a known fugitive and the other is potentially the super-weapon.

Katherine paused. She had heard about the dragon, but she didn't understand why it was being so ardently pursued. She was not, however, about to refuse an offer that likely ended in her getting to rip flesh. Of course I don't mind. As long as I get a chance to fight.

Later, promised Theresa, ending the contact. Katherine spread her wings wide and leaped into the wind, flapping powerfully to get to Umecite quickly. It would not do for her to miss her chance.

The Engineer
Neutral Griff-Sona
Inner Enfin
ARPers: None.

Velvod. Just the word made The Engineer's coat lift. But for some reason, he had chosen to stay in Enfin, a stone's throw away from the Antitivities' stronghold. He hated the just the thought of that place and yet... It was strangely alluring to him, too.

The remainders of his left-frontal shoulder muscles twitched within their cast of shiny bronze, as though remembering the torment they'd been through at the escape from the WAE base. One leg blown off in an explosion. The wing on the same side ripped off by a panther with a serpent for a tail and diamonds for teeth. The Engineer was lucky that Simon had been able to help him create new limbs for himself, or he would never be able to become his new home's smith - and unofficial leader.

He shifted his massive weight and stared around at the tools in his forge. He had no projects to work on, no weapons or repairs needed made. He was bored, for the first time in a while. Probably because Enfin had been unusually peaceful. He had heard rumors about attempted attacks on Umecite, which made him uneasy - Umecite was well-protected, but if it was taken, all of Nexen was probably next.

Lousy stupid broken piece of freaking junk motorcycle I'm gonna...

The Engineer blinked. Simon's smoldering anger seared across his consciousness, hot even to a phoenix. The rage stood in sharp contrast with The Engineer's own calm, slow thoughts.

Calm, Simon, The Engineer advised. You'll give yourself away, being that passionate about... a motorcycle? Isn't that that silly little wheel-device you like to sit on?

He heard the mental equivalent of a sigh from his Deviant. Yes. And it's broken, meaning that I have no way to get anywhere and I'm stranded by some lousy old gas station with no way to get to Seattle but my feet and there's no way I'm doing all that walking just to go filch groceries.

And there was that anger again. The Engineer wondered why on earth Simon was so angry - he wasn't usually like this. Well, unless you wish to take up anorexia, you'll have to get groceries. And anyway, Seattle is our only lead about Them. He paused to think. Can't you just fix the motorcycle?

No, Simon replied huffily, I lost my tools when I was running from that WAE officer.

Frankly, The Engineer had no idea what Simon was talking about, but it wasn't surprising. Perhaps, reasoned The Engineer, Simon's anger was caused by fear of pursuit. You said you're at a gas station? They might have tools.

Good point... Simon seemed loath to let go of his anger. Maybe I - oh, geez, what's that amazing smell?

The Engineer was about to say that he really had no idea what that amazing smell was, when he heard a voice.

"Engineer, sir? The sentinels say that there's a couple of Sonas wandering our tunnels."

The Engineer turned to see Lancel, a young boy with elvish ears, almond-shaped eyes, and violet skin staring up at him. The boy was his apprentice as a smith.

"Fine," The Engineer replied. "Tell Devon to send someone to keep an eye on them, find out if they're Antisonas or on our side. Tell them to report to me once they find out anything."

Lancel nodded and ran off, leaving The Engineer to his and to Simon's thoughts. The boy was wandering toward the back of the gas station, following the aroma of bread. Be careful, Simon, warned The Engineer quietly. Simon gave no reply.

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Angry Magical-Sonas
Umecit.
ARPers: Those fighting the Antivity.

"Fury! Wake up!"

Cyrus was pressed up against Fury, shoving his muzzle against hers, snarling into her ears. The huge, robotic dragon's fall had shocked him out of his stupor and he was trying desperately to awaken his friend.

"Cyrus, you're hurting me," Fury complained quietly. She opened her eyes - those rich, violet eyes that had drawn Cyrus to her like a moth to flame from the start. It was all Cyrus could do not to shiver with relief and joy.

"Thank you for your help," the dragon addressed everyone. "Is everyone all right?"

"Be fine," Fury replied with slurred speech. "Where's... tank?"

"Our friend here," he flicked his tail toward the gargoyle, who seemed to be paying attention to the weird blue ball and the three humans, "fell on it and crushed it."

"Oh." Fury paused, her brow creased as though she was fighting to remember something. "Oh, no. Cyrus."

"What's the matter?" Cyrus asked.

"Drauvant..." Fury was shaking with fear and rage. "I told him we staved off the raid - about the whole fight. He knows our position, everything.

Cyrus frowned; this was no good. He told Fury he'd be back and don't move, and then walked over to the dragon, who seemed to be in charge. "Excuse me."



OOC: Seven pages in word. With 10-point font. X'D

Saraibre Ryu
12-11-2011, 07:30 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Erai and Velocit

I was tightening the pack on my bike, knowing that if I lost the contents inside I wouldn’t be too happy about it. The bread making guy hadn’t answered me yet but there were things to get done and never any time to do them in leisurely. As I was about ready to go back to thank the still stranger to me for the free food and be on my way, I heard another vehicle coming around. The sound made me freeze and stare in the direction it was coming from. I wasn’t in plain sight but my bike was and if my bike was so much as touched while it had my pack on I was going to hurt someone.

Very badly.

When I finally spotted the driver, and the seemingly undead bike he was driving, I relaxed a bit, at least in my mind. This guy looked like he could of lived here, and if he did I wasn’t going to question it. I noticed that his shirts were entirely filthy with who knew what. Yeah that screamed mechanic to me, and also, he wasn’t WAE. WAE always liked to keep themselves remotely neat to prevent any disturbing thoughts going out through the minds of society. Either way, I knew this guy couldn’t go farther either on the bike or not.

I just hoped he wouldn’t try to throw something at me for looking like a WAE.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle

I listened to the humanoids know as Kari, and Shiri, and the dragon tattoo who was Silverstreak. I found Silverstreak an interesting Sona, not many had Sona’s anymore directly tied to their art. Then again I was glad not to be a floating pair of scratching boards. I looked at Dos, who was now by this point, talking, or rather, yelling at his Deviant. I let him talk without interruption, not sure when the blue jawbreaker could fit into my hand would be finished.

“Thank you for assisting in taking out…well this heap of junk.” I pointed to it with my claw. “I’m sure at least one of you is questioning why I said to do so.”

Then my thoughts fell back to how I was assumed the leader. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it or not but I was just going to roll with it.

“There are some things I think you’ve earned the right to know. If you don’t mind finding a safer more private place in Umecit to speak that is…” I explained, thinking I could trust these Sona with my big secret.

I stopped and turned to the other Sona who addressed me. I looked at her, not knowing who she was and assuming she was from the stray pair. I shuffled my wings and tail, getting the last bit of discharge off of me so I could move properly again. Hopefully I didn’t light on fire in the process.

“Yes?” I responded.



Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Winter and Velocity, metal sonic indirectly

The hall was nearly silent except for the mild chatting of the other executives. At the end of the table sat such a pale man, he was even pale by WAE standards. Skin nearly as white as the walls around him, hair a dull silver and a thin body that looked almost frail. He wore a long black jacket, slightly greyish white shirt that was hard to tell apart from his skin, black pants and shoes. The only colour on him was piercing red eyes that made your spine twist and turn, if not completely drawn into them. All sound stopped when the doors came open, and a man and a girl walked in, sitting down at the end farthest from the albino. The other, more lively gentlemen turned and immediately noticed her sketchbook, becoming wary but not being thrown into a panic. No, you didn’t panic when you were in his presence.

This was Adrian Acursio…no one knew how or why, but he was in charge of WAE, he just was and always seemed to be.

He only looked up when the girl sat down, and he noticed her gaze quickly left his. This made him smile just a bit. He put his hands softly on the metal table and got up from his seat, letting everyone know he was going to speak.

“Gentlemen, this is Ryza.” His voice was calm and pleasant, almost charming in a way, but it was devoid of almost, if not all emotion. “Yes, she is carrying a sketch book, but do not be alarmed.”

“May I ask why you brought a visual terrorist into this meeting sir?” One of the gentlemen on the far right asked, seemingly nervous of her presence despite the fact he was farthest away.

“I am getting to that. As you know it’s been apparent that the Deviants are growing more and more difficult to deal with. I forsee them turning to be a formidable obstacle, and that is something that will harm the WAE of life.”

Adrian was walking around the table slowly, making his long away around to Ryza.

“Therefore, I thought it would be suiting to have one of their very kind help us do so.”

“But sir, she’s a Deviant!”

“Please do not become uneasy.” Adrian commented, seemingly changing his tone of voice without actually doing it. “I will handle the matter myself, so that the rest of society may resume its current state. I am making you all aware of the situation so there are no surprises. There is no better way to deal with such a situation than by having the conflict being involved with just those who are not of the WAE, rather than those of and those not.”

The gentlemen looked at each other, knowing that Adrian was the Engine of WAE, and not to question the engine of WAE. After some mild murmuring, the other gentlemen knew that Adrian had nothing more to say to them, and went on their way before they possibly upset him. By now Adrian was only a few feet away from Ryza, watching as everyone else but the girl and her handler, leave the room. Once the doors echoed eerily shut, the albino went to Ryza and knelt down to her level, almost seeming, pleased to meet her.

“Excuse them Ryza. They don’t understand everything.” Adrian spoke to her softly. “Now I know you’d like to be out and not in that room they keep you in. I can give you your own place however and wherever you like. However we need one specific Deviant found…and we don’t know who and where they are. We just know how they’re going to react to your special skills.”

Adrian stopped when he heard something in his pocket shake. He stood up and pulled it out, a small and compact phone. He only flipped it open without a word, and a woman spoke on the other end, aware that Adrian was listening.

‘Sir, your appointment has arrived at the facility.’

“Thank you for telling me.” He said, turning back to Ryza. “Would you like to come with me around Ryza? I’m sure you’d like to see a place a bit more intriguing to look at.”

Then, suddenly, Adrian seemingly spoke at nothing.

“Miss Maverick you may come in.”

Dr Robotnik
12-11-2011, 10:25 PM
Subject IX
Combat machine with possible applications as a Sona creator
WAE hedquarters, testing facility

"... Three... two... Perfect!" Said a male voice enthusiastically. The machine knew it as the voice of its creator. He was a strange man, definitely insane, working for a man that, somehow, had managed to convince an entire organization to work for him. The machine's creator, of course, only cared about his work; what the man did with what his research produced didn't seem to hold any sway. The machine had spent six long days running through an intensive testing course meant to both calibrate its weapons and develop its personality. Its secondary function, however, showed no signs of beginning, something that was written visibly on its creators face despite his apparent happiness.

"Call that guy with the creepy eyes and let him know the robot finished testing. 'bout damn time, thought that would never get done. What was that anyways, a box with hearts on it? Who the hell thought of that?!" What followed was a definite rant about the personality sections of the testing, and the machine could not blame his creator. They were ridiculous.

"What? Oh, right, the robot. Whaddaya mean it doesn't have a name?! 'Subject nine' my bankr-- Wait, this thing's still on. Good job, robot, we've got a special assignment waiting for you in..." There was a sound of shuffling papers. "Just go find the creeper with the red eyes; couldn't forget him if I bleached my brain. And you, yeah you; I remember, you were the one who put that box with the hearts on it in there, box. Stuff. Parking lot, car, goodbye, you're fired and I don't want to see you at the end of three minutes! Out!"

The machine started on its way, a feeling like a small amusement surging briefly through its circuits. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared again. The machine lumbered to a lobby and simply stood there, waiting. It knew that the 'Creeper with red eyes' would have to come this way when he was leaving. All the machine needed now was a little patience. And it was very, very patient.

((BLAHPOST, but it will get better when my other characters appear...))

Winter
12-12-2011, 02:49 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Just outside San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

Where were they going? That was actually a really good question. Argeno shrugged, eyes still on the road. "Away from here, first of all. We'll get a more concrete plan in motion once we're relatively safe. Meaning a few towns away and in a different vehicle."

Shiba nodded at the answer, seeming to think for a moment. "There was a report of a Deviant hijacking Seattle's sound system earlier, maybe we'll try to hunt the mastermind down, or see if we can track down some old friends."

"There aren't too many Roses left in San Fran, Shiba, let alone outside of San Fran, no idea who you're planning on trying to find if we go that route. Only bright side to this is that I get to be of some use and help jack a car." Al spoke up thoughtfully.

"A van. If we're jacking something, I want a van where I can stretch out." Shiba spoke up, Argeno grimaced, he couldn't easily maneuver a van, but Shiba did have a point. With the way Deviants seemed to be suddenly popping out of the woodworks, they would need a bigger vehicle.

"Van it is then. Anyway, Daniel, got any questions or anything to put to us? I'm sure any of us is willing to offer answers within reason." Argeno asked simply, trying to start up a more interesting conversation.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity

Kari snorted as Veza mentioned wondering why it was that the guy in the hovertank had been so important to get rid of. "Obviously he's important and he was gonna get away. If he'd have gotten back to his higher-ups and told them about us, we'd all be screwed. Now, if it's a more personal motive, okay, but it's not like it would have affected all of us if we hadn't helped him get away, so it isn't as if we weren't helping to save ourselves as well." Shiri nodded, and then spoke up at the mention of a safer place to talk.

"Well, we'd offer up our home here, but I'm not sure everyone would fit there...anyone got any other ideas?" The pink-haired Siren asked, sounding almost cheerful, looking around at everyone in the group--it had expanded quite a bit from it's original number.


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: Sabi(Adrian)

At first, Ryza had been focused on nothing more than the man across the table from her and how much he scared her--he didn't look right, he seemed different than the others, had that air that even if she tried as hard as she could, her twisted ability would never be able to touch him. However, as the objections to her appearance started, Ryza's attention went to how much she hated the men sitting around her. A time or two, her arms clutching both Cecil and her notebook to her twitched as though she had the urge to tear the sunglasses off her face and force the to stare into her eyes and drive them mad--completely and utterly mad. She would have loved to hear those same voices calling out against her screaming in pure terror from the twisted thing she showed them, but Nova reached over and grabbed her arm gently in warning.

It was unneeded, but very much welcome. She reminded herself that she had to endure, this was the only way she would ever be free of them, she had to keep hold of herself and prevent herself from getting away. She listened as the man she feared argued for her, though she still couldn't bring herself to not fear him, she thought he might be different from those who seemed to prevail in the WAE. If he didn't scare the absolute crap out of her, she might have actually liked him.

Then it was just her, Nova, and the guy who scared her. Nova let her go, but gave a soft "Be nice, Ryza..." in warning, not that she needed it. As Adrian came closer, she found herself clinging to her stuffed cat and sketchbook, unable to really move.

“Excuse them Ryza. They don’t understand everything.” He told her softly--what a laugh, she highly doubtd even he understood everything about her, how her life had never amounted much more than drawing frantically, making up a superhero that would save her from everything and praying that one day that superhero would come to rescue her, and even when what had bothered her before stopped, they came and ruined her head, scared her to death, forced her to live sandwiched in between six flat, white surfaces with a sketchbook and her stuffed cat, forced to get rid of the ones who came to torment her by reducing them to screaming messes.

There wasn't anyone on this entire planet that could understand everything about that but her, Ryza thought, and maybe one in that other world--that annoying Aerys...

By the time he offered to let her go outside for nothing but trying to track down other Deviants--one in particular, Ryza wasn't aure what she could say. She wasn't sure she wanted to go anywhere with him, he scared her into motionlessness, he had that mostly flat, emotionless voice that reminded her of tests and needles and pain... "I..." She said slowly, forcing the word out, and thrn looking to Nova, who looked back at her through the sunglasses. "If I go...can Nova come?" She didn't particularly like him, but suddenly Nova was the only thing familiar to her, the only constant that she thought she understood fairly well. If she was going to be with this man who scared her so much, she wanted something familiar and predictable with her.

"Sir, forgive her question, Ryza may be a bit...wary of new people at first due to her past. She isn't incredibly sociable considering she was rarely ever let out of her room and when she was, it was often for the scientists heading her experimentation to run more tests and experiments on her..." He glanced away from her, frowning as though the idea bothered him as much as it did her. "Please understand."

Ryza could do nothing but hold onto Cecil and her sketchbook and wait for an answer when Adrian answered his phone, then called another in.

OOC: No idea what to put for Thirteen and Aerys atm and I'm outta time anyway...

Socratic Sarcasm
12-18-2011, 01:37 AM
Dos
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Everyone in the Battle of Umecit, but especially Inshur

Before I got to my yelling, I decided to show the gargoyle her deception was not foolproof. I was gonna have fun with this. I started out as I do usually: with dollops of sarcasm and an observance of tropes. I whispered to the gargoyle.

"Lemme guess. This is where you decide we are trustworthy enough to know your already discovered secret: that you were the secret weapon of the WAE that got away. The epitome of hope where there is none, blah, blah, blah. I know, I suspected when I met you, and it was only more and more confirmed with each action you made. I am not stupid, you know, being an Enginez's Sona tend to keep that from happening. Why do you I so blatantly launched myself at Alfeelo?"

I began to address the group.

"Anyway, I can solve the housing problem. I know Enfin like I know my name, and I have an easily exapansible home (pleasure of telekenesis). Just don't expect a place to sleep, unless you like sleeping on solid rock."

"Anyway, like I said before, I have some yelling to do."

I grabbed* the strangely mammalian Phoenix and start talking in that barely calm voice that usually preceded my screaming.

"Just who the HELL do you think you are? You just attacked them! With no plan, no thinking, no REASON. I should just throw you away to Velvod right now: let you mess up their plans instead of ours. "

It was vicious, and that last might get me stepped on, but I was barely getting into my stride.

Doc
Turning onto highway 5
ARPers: none

I turned onto highway 5 just as I was coming to an astonishing conclusion:

I was set up.

OCC: *From now on, when I say thing generally related to limbs, assume I mean that Dos is using telekenesis, unless explicitly stated otherwise. You probably knew that already, but just in case.

Frost Dragon
12-19-2011, 02:46 PM
Blake Skelt
Deviant Grafix
Kroger, near the heart of the city
ARPer’s: None

Blake jammed a paper clip into the lock on the back door. Why don’t they ever get a better lock? He thought when the door opened with ease. I guess it wouldn’t matter. I would get through that too. He stepped into the store and began searching. Aisle 3, right side. Thank god people can still write. As he approached the usual spot, there were none. This can't be right... They're never out. He went back to the exit and tried to open the door.

click.

What the… He didn’t finish the thought. He was interrupted by a flash. He was right. I am too careless… And now they really do have my picture! As WAE soldiers poured in he smashed the glass door with something he found on the ground. He made a run for it, he may not have the speed advantage but he could hide. He headed for the city limits.

OOC: God why am I so bad at writing?

Velocity
01-24-2012, 09:05 PM
Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: Sabi (Adrian) and Winter_Cherry (Ryza)

Theresa practically jumped out of her skin as Adrian's monotonous voice hit her ears. Then she shook her head; she needed to calm down. She rose slowly, then opened the door with a light touch. In the room were a single WAE scientist, the demon-child, and Acursio himself. Not quite daring to look directly at Acursio's eyes, Teri stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. In a voice as calm and patient as she could muster, Theresa said, "Pardon me if I'm intruding, Mr. Acursio, but I have recently been contacted by my partner, a Mr. Drauvant Domini. He supposedly has received information from his Sona, that a planned raid on Umecite was repelled by a small group of free Sonas. One of these apparently matched the description of..." she trailed off, glancing at the little girl and wondering whether it was good to talk about such things in front of one so unstable. "One of the Sonas apparently matched descriptions of a certain escaped Sona."


Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno).

Argeno's inquiry, as to whether Daniel had any other questions, caught Daniel rather off guard. Daniel looked out the window and thought about it for a moment, but there was nothing he needed to know that he didn't know already, except...

"What do you mean by Rose?" he asked. "Do you mean the little red flowers with the thorns, or someone named 'Rose', or is it some Deviant gang you guys are in...?"

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) (probably Araizaa (Salem)?).

Simon started in surprise. The smell was suddenly gone - and it had been replaced by a girl. She didn't look like much: just some young-adult-age girl with brown hair and gray clothing, with a bandana around her neck that had just a faint touch of blue. Immediately Simon felt a shiver of trepidation - this girl definitely looked WAE, and he was beginning to think that this really had all been a trap.

Simon put up his fists, knowing just how unimpressive he probably looked. Putting on his best menacing glare, he said, "Listen. You'd better stay away from me, unless you want to get clocked. I don't like you and you don't like me, so why don't we both just go our separate ways and forget this meeting ever happened, eh?"

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
Angry Magical-Sonas
Umecit.
ARPers: Those fighting the Antivity.

Cyrus ignored the two Sonas' offerings of shelter, though his ears perked up before-paw, when he heard the ball-shaped Sona whispering about how the gargoyle was the super-weapon. Cyrus had to admit that he wasn't surprised.

"Whoever can house us needs to get us away from here, fast," said Cyrus. He would have to choose his next words carefully, so as not to incriminate Fury. "I can't say how, but our position has been given away, as well as the fact that we have thwarted the raid, and that we have a certain... A specific Sona here that the WAE are eager to find. We must escape as soon as possible, else we risk being killed or captured."

Saraibre Ryu
01-25-2012, 06:27 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Velocity

I went to my bag, only to stop and turn and look at the runt engineer behind me with a turn of my head. I knew I was looking at him blankly as he made a fool of himself, putting his fists up to me. No doubt now he thought I was WAE, but his response was entirely ridiculous and proved he was a Deviant. No respectable…wait, strike that…no insane WAE member would act in such a manner in response to seeing one person. If I were still under their complete influence I would of panicked and fled the scene by now. I stood there and looked at him for awhile, or…okay it was more staring with no emotion on my face. I waited a moment before speaking, monotonely.

“I doubt you’re capable of clocking anything, especially on that bike.” I said, looking at it a moment with a tilt of my head. “I could have easily tried to harm you, and if you got on that dying machinery, you wouldn’t have lasted long, and I could have easily run you over.”

I turned back to my own bike, preparing my helmet and getting my gloves back on. I reconnected my music player to a special compartment in my helmet, knowing it would play music from the inside of it. I checked my bag again, making sure all the contents were in there and well protected just in case of an accident. I knew my driving was great, but things happened. I passed for a moment, wanting to tell Veza something, and ask her a favor. Afterwards, I turned back to the stranger, not one to be too social, but I wasn’t one to leave a Deviant in trouble.

“I’m going south. You aren’t going to last long. You can tail me until you either break down or you can get some help…whoever comes first.”

I waited patiently for an answer as I waited patiently for a phone call.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle


I knew that it was starting to become more and more obvious as to who I was. I wasn’t going to deny it, but right now I wasn’t going to confirm it. Our position being given away threw me a bit off guard though, and with that, I wasn’t going to wait on anything. It was time to bounce.

“Apparently I’m not the only one who has something to explain…” I said quietly, about to curl up into a ball.

Both my wings were at my sides, ready to just move out of this space and back into the city when my thoughts were invaded.

‘Veza.’

‘Amiel, someone knows about what we’ve done, make this fast.’

‘I need you to talk with Gess. I need a tune up and someone else here may as well.’

‘I’ll see if he’s open. I’ll talk to you later.’

I shook my head, awakening from the semi meditative trance, looking back at the other Sona’s who were with us. We now at least had a place to talk, even if I was running an errand for my Deviant, it was the safe way of doing it. If she found another Deviant, great, the more people we had safe the better it was for us.

“I have a place in mind. Follow me, and fast.”

I curled up into a ball and started rolling back into town speedily. Despite the fact I couldn’t see, I knew where I was going, I could feel it. Don’t ask me how I could memorize the feel of a street, I just knew. Down one street and around a few corners, the best part of Umecit was that nothing stayed even for lone, and archways, bridges and even aqueducts passed over the streets, making aerial followers easy to lose. Even on foot, some of the places twisted and turned so bad, one wrong step and you would lose someone. Those were the kinds of alley’s I was rolling down, making sure the others were following. I stopped near an awkwardly shaped door that blended in with the rest of the terracotta coloured buildings, all seemingly mashed together in some sort of hybrid block mass. I tapped my claws on the door, leaving it to swing open on it’s own. The opening wasn’t square, but a misshapen rectangle with a wave in it. I could barely fit my way through it, but I somehow always managed. I poked my hea out, looking to see if the others were following.

“Eh eh that V?”

I turned back, seeing what looked like a hybrid of a ferret and a bear, standing behind a counter. He had bright neon zig-zag markings that I knew changed colour every so often, and at the moment they were electric blue. He had a big fang filled grin on as he had his arms crossed against the counter. The room was fairly big, with some tables and chairs about, all seemingly made out of clay.

“Yeah, it’s me. Deviant needs a tune up.”

“Figured. Where she be?”

“Last I was told, south of Seattle most likely, you know her.”

He laughed a bit. “Sure, though I has a question fer eh.”

“Hmm.”

“You ain’t usually bringing a volley with eh.” I knew who he was referring to immediately. “Needs a talkin’?”

“Yeah that’d be great Gesser.” I said, turning around. “That is unless anyone wants to talk to you through to your Deviant about autoparts or vehicles…”


Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Winter and Velocity


Adrian only softened his gaze, had he been any more emotional he would have smiled at Ryza. He didn’t answer her question right away, rather looked at Nova to respond to him first, his expression turning to his typical, eerily emotionless one. He turned and looked at the floor a bit with a sideways glance when Nova mentioned experiments. If you knew Adrian enough the slight change in his eyes meant that he didn’t like something about that.

“How…terrible…” He said quietly, returning his focus to Nova and returning to his devoid face. “There is no further need for explanation.”

He then knelt back down to the floor, more to Ryza’s level and gave her a half smile of a pleasant look. “Nova may go with you. If there is anything else you need, you may ask me, and we’ll see what we can do.”

The albino stood back up when Maverick came in and began to speak to him. He looked at her unblinkingly, listening to every word she said, noting her acknowledgement of Ryza in the room as she neared the end of it. Once she was finished, Adrian looked off a bit to the side again, looking at nothing in particular other than a part of the floor.

“I see…” Was the only thing he said at first, followed by a long pause.

The mention of the Sona in particular aroused his own Sona, and when that happened, he had a head full of torrents of information and knowledge. His eyesight often started to act poorly, or more poorly than it normally did when he came in contact with him, and when it did, he looked almost void of his own soul. The machine that was almost his being worked away with this information, figuring out the best plan of action to follow this one that had failed. A few momments of standing there, unmoving and silently looking like a standing corpse, Adrian eyes came back into proper focus, and he looked back at Theresa.

“Success came in failure.” He told her. “Withdraw from Umecit, and send in some vampiric forces into Aheaelos and Inanu…gain more natural and wild forces and send in some feral ones so we can gain more forces. Send small squads of them too into Umecit every now and then. We have a new plan Miss Maverick.”

Adrian turned back to Nova and Ryza, looking at Ryza once again.

“This is Miss Theresa Maverick, Ryza. Miss Maverick, this is Ryza. She’ll be helping us.” He introduced calmly. “Would you and Nova like to come on a walk with me?”

He made sure to say her and Nova for the sake of her mentality.

Winter
01-27-2012, 02:17 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Just outside San Francisco, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

"Hmm, good question," Argeno murmured thoughtfully. "However it's Roses, not a rose, we're referring to. Al, Shiba?"

Al glanced around the cab for a moment before she unzipped her hoodie's neck and turned her head and lifted the flap where it fell over the blue-inked rose tattoo on her cheek. "The Blue Roses, it was a resistance group of Deviants that was really big in San Fran and nearby, but there was a big raid on one of our resistance events three months or so ago and a lot of the members got taken by the WAE--including my older brother, who happened to be the leader, and younger sister. It's basically been disbanded since then," the smaller girl told Daniel. Shiba's gloved hands curled into fists as Al spoke. "Argeno and Shiba are the only thing that saved me from being taken as well, they grabbed me and ran because that's what my brother told them to do if anything ever happened."

"We'll find them, one day. We'll find Grim, and Symph, and all the others one day and free them from the WAE's control... I know we will, Al," Shiba added softly, but there was no mistaking the pure resolve in her voice.

"And maybe we'll find Seth, Rosalie, and dad. I wouldn't mind seeing my own family again, you know? I bet you miss your brother, too, Shiba," Argeno added in, causing both girls to nod.

"Everyone..." Al said slowly, like she was trying to work up the courage to say what she wanted. "We'll save everyone, one day. I want to thank the Tuner who gave me my MP3..." With that, Al drew back into her music-engulfed world, trying to remember the face of the friendly Deviant who had passed her the tiny thing and told her to keep going on for the rest of them before the door closed. She couldn't remember the face, or the name, could bare remember the voice. Mostly she remembered clinging to her brother and sister with the loud bass of some random song roaring in her ears and blocking out the crashing and shouting.

"Yeah...everyone..." Shiba sighed, recognizing that Al had let go of her grip on reality for awhile. "You'll have to forgive Al, sometimes she's a bit odd. Very music-centric; don't touch her MP3 player if you know what's good for you, that's about the only time you ever see her get violent. Anyway, sorry about that bit there--we got a bit off topic, didn't we? Haha, any more questions?" The mood in the car had somehow managed to get a bit heavier yet lighter at the same time as Shiba turned her gaze back to Daniel.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity

The trio stayed firmly out of the other discussions going on around them, though Shiri visibly moved closer to Kari as Dos went off.

“I have a place in mind. Follow me, and fast.”

The words brought the group's attention back to what seemed to be the main plan of action. Kari looked and Veza and nodded as the Sona rolled up into a ball and took off down the street, prompting the Sona to nudge Shiri before taking off as well. Shiri bolted off just as quickly, and kept up speed by loosening up the molecules in her legs and resulting in what appeared to be a much faster, gliding walk that looked like she was rollerblading on normal shoes, although her legs and boots had become a fair bit transparent in the process. The pair of Sonas didn't have too much trouble keeping up with Veza, and watched in almost awe as she opened an odd doorway. They listened to the conversation between Veza and the odd, bear and ferret mix Sona. When vehicles were mentioned, Shiri thought back to Al and spoke up.

"Ours," she gestured to herself, Kari, and Silverstreak. "Might need a bit of help, hold on," she said before closing her eyes in concentration and nudging at Al's mind, hoping the girl was open. She got an almost immediate response.

/Shiri? Are you okay?/ Al asked, sounding almost sleepy or dazed.

/I'm fine, Al, how about you?/ Shiri asked, noting her Deviant must have been listening to something soft and slow, and she wondered for a moment if something had been bothering her.

/We're fine, other than the truck... Argeno's gotta ditch the Clinker because we picked up someone being chased by the WAE and we need more room anyway--I'm sitting on Shiba's lap. She's nice as warm./ Al replied, still sounding oddly dreamy.

/Do you guys need a bit of help with that? Might have a Sona whose Deviant might be able to help./

/Wouldn't mind it, help would make things easier. You could ask... Shiba wants a van or something big she can stretch out in, though./ Al's response was almost drowsy sounding, it was quite possible she was on the edge of sleep.

/Okay, I'll ask, and have Kari try talking to Shiba, then. I'll check in on you again later./ With that, Shiri withdrew from Al's mind and back to her own. "You or your Deviant wouldn't know an easy place to steal a good van from near San Francisco, would you? Ours happen to need to switch out a truck for something bigger and might be being followed by the WAE; they picked up a kid being chased by them," she asked Gesser softly. "Any help would be greatly appreciated."

"They're in trouble again?" Kari groaned, Shiri just laughed at her.


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: Sabi(Adrian) and Velocity(Teri)

Ryza noticed the slight change in the man's expression, but said nothing. She had to swallow back a barking laugh at his soft “How…terrible…” Terrible? What she had lived through was beyond terrible in her book. Nova looked away for a moment before speaking up.

"They don't bother her much now, too afraid of her. She tends to handle those that annoy her with a simple, very well-directed glare," he informed Adrian simply. Ryza cracked a tiny, almost demented smile, adjusted her sunglasses, and giggled, but continued to say nothing of importance. However, a real smile broke out across her lips when Adrian told her Nova could come with her.

"Thank you," she said simply, the words sounding odd coming from her, but they came from her nonetheless. That was when another entered and explained some situation related to something she was not involved in, but she didn't miss that glance at her and the sudden awkward omission of details. At the conclusion of the woman's report, Adrian stood still and silent for a few moments before he answered her with some kind counterplan, then turned his attention back to her.

“This is Miss Theresa Maverick, Ryza. Miss Maverick, this is Ryza. She’ll be helping us.” He introduced calmly. Ryza glanced the woman up and down one quick time before she spoke.

"I would tell you it's nice to meet you, but I'm not so sure I like you or consider this nice." She said flatly, causing Nova to cringe, then Adrian continued.

“Would you and Nova like to come on a walk with me?” Ryza hugged her stuffed cat and sketchbook to her and glanced over to Nova, who smiled and nodded encouragingly.

"Yes, yes would like to go on a walk with you," She said slowly, as though not sure she agreed with the words coming out of her mouth.

OOC: If anyone's got suggestions for Aerys and Thirteen, I'm open to them.

Socratic Sarcasm
02-05-2012, 09:00 PM
Dr. Gregory Matthew 'Doc' Xanatos
Deviant Enginez
Gas Station off of Highway 5
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel Sable), Velo (Simon Pruitt)

I reach this conclusion without a logical train of thought, intuitively. Unfortunately, that doesn't fly in my train of thought, and, as it was a problem completely in my head (ie not in front of me to examine), I needed to pace it off. I pulled over at a gas station that appeared to be out of the way, go to the back, and engage in this long missed activity.

Oh, the feelings of bliss I felt when I, after years of control, finally get lose myself in my head. It is beyond comprehension, it was absolutely amazing. Greene's theorem floats with DNA sequences and benzene derivatives. I debate with myself in a sudden rush of thoughts, reach conclusions that, in any other climate, could have won me a Nobel prize. I finally got to think with reckless abandon. The feeling was simply bliss.

Of course, there was still reality to worry about. After thinking with enough volume for Dos to personally rip Velvod without effort, I noticed a commotion. I heard a commotion. A very feeble looking Deviant was attempting to appear menacing to a young woman who, quite frankly, could have ripped him into about a thousand million shreds inside of an instant.

Where the hell do I get these impressions? I usually don't know people, but I seem to know the woman rather well. She seems so familiar, especially after implying she was a Deviant. I make eye contact wih the woman, and a rush of recognition washes over me. The gargoyle('s Deviant) was right in front me.

Everything connected in the same second. The pitch of her voice matched with the WAE mannerism with the Deviant's needs. Based on the way she's leaning her ear to listen to the man like her ear was her primary sense organ, she was probably a Tungz or Tuner. And everything, from that sense of calm leadership, to the simultaneous fierceness and concern, match with the gargoyle. I begin to talk to the man, trying to appear I know the gargoyle girl very well. To my infinite surprise, I find it very easy.

"Allow me to personally assure you, we are all on the same side here, I give my word. I know this young woman very well. In fact, I came here to tell her something. Unfortunately, it is a bit secret, sorry.". Sorry? Bullsh*t. I wasn't sorry in the slightest. But I did have something to tell the woman.

I walk up to the woman and whisper in her ear, using my hands to block my lips from being read. "Look, you think I'm BSing. That's half true. You may call me Doc. My Sona's name is Dos. He is a small blue ball wearing glasses exactly like mine. Your Sona is the gargoyle, who for some reason can curl up into a ball and set herself on fire. I promise to you, I am an ally. Just trust me. . With those last three words, I probably asking the sky to light up on fire, but it still feels right. I temprarily retreat in my head, noting that Dos was following the gargoyle to some Sona whose deviant apparently did repairs. I go back to reality, and await the gargoyle girl's response.

Michael Mikulak
Deviant Tungz
WAE HQ Maximum Security Prison
ARPers: None

I am the problem.

Well technically , I am a solution, but to them, I'm a problem. I'm the twelve year old with info and a lot of it, but any attempt to get it out will result in a broken interragator who managed to get absolutely nothing out of me.

Fine by me, but now my mouth is clamped shut, and I am attended to only by robots who fill my IV bag and make sure I'm alive.

Fortunately, I have one advantage. I can make myself clear with only the tone of my voice without losing potency. But I have one shot with it. I lose my chance, and they'll probably just kill me so that I don't connive anymore.

As for now, I connive more than ever.

Velocity
02-17-2012, 01:31 AM
Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno).

Daniel listened quietly to Al's explanation of the Blue Roses - a group of Deviants, fighting the WAE as one? Daniel couldn't imagine it. He hadn't grown up around any Deviants. Just meeting these three seemed weird - they were so more alive than what he was used to. So instead of imagining, or even listening really, he pulled a pencil and a sticky note out of his pocket and began to draw a rose in bloom, with widespread petals. He was gently shading one of the thorns when Shiba's inquiry, as to whether Daniel had any more questions, brought him back into the land of the living.

"Um, no," Daniel muttered, suddenly feeling nervous for no explicable reason. He jolted as he realized that Cyrus must be in trouble. Just for a moment he was stuck in one of his Sona's memories: a pair of violet eyes, soft and kind but also shining with fierce pride. Then the image faded.

What are you getting into now? Daniel thought glumly as he looked out the back window, watching the traffic behind them. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any police cars in pursuit. Hopefully things stayed that way - though frankly, Daniel doubted they would. Any of these cars could have been carrying Domini for all he knew. The thought was terrifying. Suddenly a question occurred to him.

"I do have a question, actually," he said, lifting up his pencil and jiggling it. No lead rattled within. "Any of you got a stick of seven-point on you?"

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: Sabi (Acursio), Winter (Nova and Ryza), and narphoenix (Michael)

Teri nodded, hastily scribbling notes on a Post-It. Withdraw... Vampires to Ahaelos and Ianu. Gain wilds and naturals, send ferals. Small squads into Umecite. She clicked the pen and stuck it and the note into her pocket. A cold voice suddenly hit her ears: the psychotic young girl, saying nice to meet you or some such. She gave the girl a nod of acknowledgement. She then waited for Acursio to stop speaking before raising a hand. "Excuse me, Acursio, sir... If I may, I have one more request. If you don't mind, I would like clearance to attempt to interrogate and break the Deviant named Michael Mikulam. I believe that such an... Interesting Deviant would be an excellent test of my skills as a Deviant-breaker, and I have little doubt that I can handle his rather unique brand of so-called Tungz charisma - if I can stand up to Domini, I think I can handle a twelve-year-old brat."

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) and narphoenix (Doc)

Simon let his shoulders sag as the girl spoke, offering to let him tag along with her to wherever she was going. However, the reaction was more from disappointment than the relief that came from the girl heavily implying she wasn't a WAE - the smell of bread was gone for some reason. He straightened up again, about to say that he would be able to easily fix his bike if he could have two minutes and a good wrench, but before he got the chance a strange man in a labcoat waltzed behind the gas station with them.

"Allow me to personally assure you, we are all on the same side here, I give my word," he said, waving a hand. His voice was rich and smooth. "I know this young woman very well. In fact, I came here to tell her something. Unfortunately, it is a bit secret, sorry."

He turned to whisper in the girl Deviant's ear. Simon resisted the urge to edge closer and try to listen into the conversation, not wanting to break whatever fragile trust the girl had. Instead he leaned down to inspect the moped, feeling the engine first, and then the wheels. To his relief, the problem would be easy to fix: one of the wheals had gotten jammed. He would be able to correct the issue in no time. He stood up again, feeling his many pockets. To his dismay, he'd been right when he'd assumed he'd lost all of his tools. He watched the newcomer and the girl, waiting for them to finish talking secrets.

Cyrus Nelvenmig
Magical Lumanx-Sona
Umecit
ARPers: Those fighting the Antivity

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one with things to explain," murmured the gargoyle. Cyrus looked at her, feeling himself stiffen. Yet again he was stricken by how familiar she was - and how much he owed her. He looked away and muttered something about how they could explain everything later, but the cybernetic dragon made no reply. Instead she curled into a ball and rolled away. Cyrus sighed and walked over to Fury, who was lying listlessly in the grass.

"Are you ready to go?" Cyrus asked in a brisk tone, hoping to re-energize his friend. If the lioness heard him, she gave no sign. "Fury, aren't you coming?"

"I don't see why I should," she snarled bitterly. "They're only going to find out I turned them in. Then they'll kill me - or worse, hand me over to the WAE. You heard that freaky metal dragon. She suspects me."

"She suspects us," Cyrus corrected, still trying to sound brisk. "Come on, Fury. They seem logical. Even if - and I do say 'if' - they were to find out, they would almost undoubtedly give you a fair hearing. You'll be fine. Besides, do you really expect me to believe you're willing to just lay here and wait for the spy Domini sent to show up and kill you or something? I don't think you do."

Fury grunted. She hesitated, then rose slowly and stiffly to her paws. Her form began to flicker and ripple. Sparks - so pale as to be almost white - danced across her body, and her purple eyes glowed. "Fine," she growled grudgingly. "Do you know which way they went?"

Cyrus angled his ears toward the battle party's position, and in an instant Fury dissolved into a cloud of white energy and zoomed off. Cyrus muttered a spell - a quick, easy spell to give him speed and stamina - and followed, his paws skimming the ground so lightly that he felt like he was flying. As he ran, he thought he noticed something dark against the pale sky - a bird? - but it quickly disappeared. He shook his head in agitation. He was seeing things. Even now, looking back at the field, he could see the image of a quickly sketched rose superimposed over everything.

If he ever got hold of the rotten Antisonas who'd fractured his mind and replaced colors with irritating hallucinations, there'd be hell to pay.

Fury
Energy Sona, now in convenient feline form
Umecite
ARPers: The Antivity-thwarters

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one with things to explain,"
Fury winced as she heard those words. She was so sick of being the Sona with the WAE for a creator. She was tired of feeling like and being made to feel like a traitor because of Drauvant's actions. She was sick and tired of not being able to hate him for all the guilt she felt.

Much to her dismay, Cyrus was able to talk her into rejoining the group, even though it wouldn't last. They'd find out about Drauvant somehow. And then came Fury's death. Or being handed over to the WAE. She hoped her ethereal form would work for a quick escape when the time came.

She moved with the crowd, able to keep up with ease. She moved through the buildings of Umecite just as often as around them, like a ghost. When the group halted in front of a messy stretch of terracotta buildings, Fury came to a rest as well, morphing into the shape of a ginger house-cat. She padded up to Cyrus and sat next to his leg, waiting for the others to be ready to do what was next - talk, travel, et cetera.

Saraibre Ryu
02-25-2012, 03:42 AM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Velocity, narphoenix

I saw someone pull up next to the other guy who was trying to intimidate me in a very bad manner. I stared at him, finding everything unusually well timed by this person. I didn’t like the looks of him, then again I really didn’t like the looks of anyone who approached me, especially in that kind of manner. I didn’t see anything weapon wise in his hands, or anything weighing his pockets down. I didn’t move anything besides my eyes, watching him come closer. I let him talk, not saying anything.

"Allow me to personally assure you, we are all on the same side here, I give my word. I know this young woman very well. In fact, I came here to tell her something. Unfortunately, it is a bit secret, sorry."

What the hell was this guy on…some random stranger claims he knows me well and has something to tell me. Okay this was getting weirder and weirder. Never again was I stopping at abandoned roadside gas stations. I was getting a bit hesitant of this guy; if he knew who I was, there were way too many possibilities of how he found out that information. Who I was, I liked to keep on a very low, need to know basis. I still remained as I was, unfaltering, but in my head I was getting a bit nervous, it jumped when he came next to my ear, well where it was assumed to be under my hood.

"Look, you think I'm BSing."

Damn right I do…

"That's half true. You may call me Doc. My Sona's name is Dos. He is a small blue ball wearing glasses exactly like mine. Your Sona is the gargoyle, who for some reason can curl up into a ball and set herself on fire. I promise to you, I am an ally. Just trust me."

The last few sentences made me very cautious. He managed to give a quick description of Veza, and something about his Sona. That sounded a bit similar to what Veza had told me before. Maybe this guy was a Deviant, and had some ability to do this with his Sona? I had no idea, but asking me to trust him was something that wasn’t gonna happen right away. Hell no. I stood there, staring at him for a few minutes before I said anything. Without closing my eyes, I called Veza into my mind.

‘Tell me you know a blue ball named Dos.’

‘I do…he’s the jawbreaker that made it through Enfin…’

‘I think his Deviant just ID’d me as your Deviant.’

‘…that’s…what?’

‘I don’t know either but he described you, after pulling up to this gas station.’

‘…never again with the abandoned gas stations.’ I heard Veza say. ‘Anyway, never mind the phone, Gesser says he can do some repairs, and the other Sona’s I’m with, their Deviants will be coming too, they need a new car.’

‘Maybe we’ll meet up then. See you.’

I returned to complete consciousness, still staring at this guy called Doc. I looked at him again, he finally turned towards my bike. I was ready to leave before some WAE helicopter happened to see this odd gathering they could easily pin as Deviant activity.

“Trust is something earned…” I replied. “IF you’re an ally help him over there. I’m going south to see my mechanic, you can follow and bring him with you.”

I turned back to my only means of transportation, checking my pack again to make sure nothing had changed. I checked it at least five times a day if not more. All of my precious possessions were in that bag. You could say that was the only thing bringing me back to sanity. I sat down on the seat and put my helmet on, turning back to see if the other two were going to bother following me. After waiting for what I thought was a decent amount of time, I started her up, revved the engine and went on my way.

Next stop, Grants Pass.



Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle

I listened to the trio of Sona’s explained to Gesser that their own Deviants needed a ride. He nodded and listened carefully, noting that they needed a van. The mammalian hybrid nodded, and held up a paw, signalling he was going to be right back. He stepped into the back, as I knew that Gesser kept track of everything his Deviant told him, practically copying all of his records from Reality into Nexen. There was a moment of waiting, where I took the chance to find a space on the floor and sit down for once. Being as large as I was, small spaces and I didn’t go together. I sat, waiting and watching in quiet, until Gesser came back out.

“I think we has a ride fer ya Dev’s.” He told the three of them. “If yous all can get to Grants Pass, and find the large junkyard there, I’m sure V can help walks ya through getting’ to my Dev’s.”

As Gesser explained what was going on, I felt my own Deviant poking at my mind. I responded quickly, noticing she wasn’t in a full meditating state, I had a reason to be worried.

‘Tell me you know a blue ball named Dos.’

I found the question rather odd, one for the reason it was out of the blue, two because that was the name of the Deviant who informed us of the impending attack we just fought off.

‘I do…he’s the jawbreaker that made it through Enfin…’

‘I think his Deviant just ID’d me as your Deviant.’

‘…that’s…what?’

‘I don’t know either but he described you, after pulling up to this gas station.’

‘…never again with the abandoned gas stations.’ Rolling my eyes mentally at this, just because she happened to stop at a gas station. ‘Anyway, never mind the phone, Gesser says he can do some repairs, and the other Sona’s I’m with, their Deviants will be coming too, they need a new car.’

‘Maybe we’ll meet up then. See you.’

That would have been interesting. I wonder what their Deviants looked like, or what Amiel looked like. I had a vague idea, and of course, she had a somewhat guess as to what I looked like; she made me. Still, some things changed a bit from the original design, myself, was one of those big exceptions. I came back out of it, just as Gesser finished explaining about the van. I looked at him.

“Everything quiet?”

“Locked up tighter than a wrenched monkey.”

“Thanks.”

I stood up, ready to give out the information that was either going to make or break me. I knew the gems on my neck were changing colour to a dark blue, the only time I turned serious, well, this serious while still being in complete control of myself anyway. I tried to relax, but doing this was not easy.

“My overdue explanation…” I began, finding no other way to get it out. “Like the rest of us still living Sona’s, I’m trying to stop the Antitivity, and WAE. However as some of you may have noticed I’m not a normal Sona. My Deviant isn’t a normal one either.”

Here comes the kicker…

“I’m the Sona that broke free from WAE.”


Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Winter and Velocity



Adrian almost smiled at Ryza’s spirit, knowing that’s exactly what he needed in order for his plan to become a success. He stood, listening to Theresa’s words and thinking things through carefully. He put his hands behind his back, staring off into nothing it seemed for a few minutes, as if, something was there, talking to him. He nodded his head once, then returned to his employee, ready with an answer.

“You may. Do be careful, the younger the age, the more weapons they have at hand. You may be dismissed.”

Adrian knew this was true, the younger people were the more imaginative and creative they were. Somehow, as people got older, they more or less lost some of that somewhere along in life. He turned for Ryza and Nova to follow him down the hall, with metal doors down either side, giving off a hypnotic impression it went on forever in redundancy and repetition. As he walked, Adrian said nothing for a while, walking ahead of the two, leading them to who knew where.

“I will have to do something about those scientists…they attempted to restrain and manipulate something they feared…only to have it work the other way around.” He said, almost as if it were an out loud thought. “That’s not something we can have, with what we want to achieve. Fear cannot be present if we want peace.”

The albino continued walking, almost too quietly down the hallway as his footsteps echoed only slightly. He remained quiet for a while until he suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring forward before turning to Nova and Ryza.

“Nova, I want you to continue to work with Ryza.” He stated in a light air. “As long as Ryza wants you around, that is. I’m sure she would like to go somewhere more…vibrant? We’ve had a plan to send in a small guerilla squad to Japan, seeing as the WAE is less apparent in that region. We have reason to believe it may be a sanctuary for Deviants and would only be a matter of time before a large terrorising assault happened on our grounds. When she is ready and refreshed, we could start with our work there?”

Winter
02-27-2012, 03:45 AM
OOC: Ouch, My group has a loooooooooong drive ahead. XD Google maps says 6 hours and 42 mins estimated drive time... Yeah, there will be a side-of-the-road car jacking somewhere.

Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
I-80, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

Shiba smiled at the boy encouragingly, he looked like he was slowly drowning in all the information they'd just dumped on him. "I know, sounds kinda crazy, huh? I joined up after living on the street for years with my brother, and we had to fight for everything we had. When Grim told me 'You're in, no need to fight me to join,' I thought it was crazy... What I'm trying to say is this--I know what it feels like to be the odd one out," she tried to reassure him. Moments later, the boy spoke up, holding up a mechanical pencil and shook it to show it was empty before asking if anyone had lead. Argeno laughed softly in response.

"I said I was a graphix, didn't I? However I don't have lead, just normal pencils, if you don't mind--more sturdy and they're better for shading and such," he replied before tilting his head slightly towards Shiba. "Dear, would you mind getting him a pencil outta my bag?" he asked Shiba, who nodded, reaching over and shoving her hand into the brown messenger bag wedged between her legs and Argeno's. She dug around for a moment before pulling out a plain number 2 pencil and handed it to Daniel.

"There you go," she murmured before stiffening.

/Little Shiri says that Al is asleep, so I should contact you. Anyway, if you can get to a junk yard Grants Pass, you guys might have some help with the car problem, and you might meet some others like you,/ her Sona informed her Deviant politely, Shiba sighed.

/That's a good ways, I think, but we might as well try. Not like we have anything better to do,/ Shiba replied, a soft laughed filled her head.

/And you know you want to meet more Deviants,/ Kari tacked on. /The more the--/ her message was cut off in a massive flood of surprise.

"Kari? Kari!" Shiba had to stop herself from jerking forward in her seat, Argeno's hands tightened sharply on the steering wheel and he nearly swerved, seeming to have been blindsided with the same surprise and Shiba's gasp.

"What's going on?" Argeno asked, voice tight.

"I don't know, Kari was telling me something about Grants Pass and how we might get help there, and then she hit me with this feeling of surprise..." Shiba shook her head. /Kari? Dangit, Kari, answer me!/ her mind practically screamed, searching out her Sona in panic.

/I...well... A car might not be the only thing they can help us with.../ finally came the weak response.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity

"You mind relaying that info about Grants pass to Shiba, Kari? I think Al's asleep," Shiri said before looking to Gesser and smiling. "Thank you, hopefully they can get there without much issue."

It was while Kari was relaying information to Shiba that Veza started speaking about who she was. Sure, a crazy story was to be expected--they all had their fair share of those. But not the complete insanity that spilled from the Sona's mouth. She could have said anything, but the moment she said "I’m the Sona that broke free from WAE,” the three Sonas exploded. Shiri's entire form entire form shivered and became clear for a moment before she was shouting.

"You're what?!" She shouted in unison with Kari as Silverstreak's head jerked free from Kari's face. Possibilities flooded the minds of all three, but mostly the possibility of reclaiming those lost to their Deviants and themselves. To Shiri, what stuck out most, was the idea that she could save Al, the possibility that they could free her brother and sister, maybe even her parents, if any of them were still alive and give Al back the life she should have had. Could give back everyone the lives they should have had, lives with color and art, and music, everything... The possibilities were staggering.

And now suddenly, there was a reason to believe possibility could become reality.


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: Sabi(Adrian) and Velocity(Teri)

Behind her sunglasses, Ryza's eyes narrowed at Teri as she spoke of wanting to interrogate some twelve year-old Tungz kid, talking down about the poor kid and downplaying his abilities as though the kid were complete trash. Her hand was halfway to her sunglasses before Nova caught it with a soft "Ryza!" as reminder. She made a soft growl as she pushed down the urge to fight Nova and snatch off the glasses to challenge Teri's ability to withstand her own twisted gift.

"I'd drop that confidence of yours. It leads to rather twisted things, in my own experience," the girl said softly, a gentle smile twisting on her lips. "The scientists who worked on me were confident that they could bend my powers to their will, and in that twisted them so much that I ended up as what I am today. Now many of them refuse to come near me because the powers they bent have twisted so much that suddenly what they sought to control was being used against them. Nova knows, I got tired of listening to him talk once, and so he got to see my eyes." The scientist visibly shuddered at the memory, but still held her hand in his own. "We get along now, but he also doesn't try to interrogate me." Nova bit the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the shorter girl. He wondered how Adrian would take this comment, as Ryza sounded quite unstable at the moment, and then he wondered just how much more it would take to totally set her off. However, Adrian gave Teri permission to interrogate the deviant anyway.

“I will have to do something about those scientists…they attempted to restrain and manipulate something they feared…only to have it work the other way around,” he mused, Ryza tilted her head to the side ever so slightly.

"They did not fear me at first, I believe. Once upon a time, I could talk to people eye-to-eye without making them scream like madmen. Now that's all I can do, because of them...I think they were trying to influence the other piece of me--a Sona? I think that's what they're called? I don't know how it worked out." Nova thought of the image of a cute girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a seafoam colored dress and smiling, the same girl he'd seen Ryza draw so many times before. He remembered the images of destruction the girl committed on Ryza's bad days that Thirteen had sent him... They had only succeeded in screwing both of them up. It was like their abilities were defense mechanisms developed to protect the two; Ryza's kept people away from her and Aerys's was an attempt to protect her Deviant, as she had been created to do in Ryza's mind. It had gone horribly.

Then Adrian brought up some kind of mission for them in Japan, saying that he wished for Nova to keep working with the girl so long as Ryza wanted the same thing. Suddenly Nova's grip on her became her grip on him, and she pulled herself from his grasp to cling to his arm. "I'm not sure that anyone else could deal with her, honestly... But Japan, sir? Is sending Ryza out for missions so soon really such a good idea? Her stability is fragile, as you can see... I mean, what would she be doing, I'm not sure getting her to work with others would be easy..." Nova spoke up, Ryza piped in then.

"I don't appreciate being singled out for what I was made," the girl said sharply.


Aerys and Thirteen
Wandering through Enfin
ARPer's: None, atm

Aerys squirmed next to her, and Thirteen sighed. "Aerys, are you going to be okay? It seems like they're really aggravating your Dev'" the vampire asked, looking to the blonde beside her. Aerys was twitchy, flexing her hands and pulling at her hair, ll while letting out small whines from time to time. It was really starting to make the vampire nervous--she really didn't need the Guardian flipping out and bringing all of Enfin down on top of them.

"Aggravating, just aggravating. Not hurting her, but it's still hard not to be bothered by it...she really want to strangle one of them, and she's afraid of the other, but he keeps saying things that provoke her. Your Dev's doing a good job of trying to keep her from losing it or doing anything she'd regret, though... And something about Japan--she doesn't know where Japan is... Do you know?" Aerys asked, tugging on a bit of her hair.

"No, and I'm not going to ask Nova, ei--" She cut off, turning around to stare down the tunnel after them, then inhaled sharply. "I knew it," she muttered under her breath.

"Thirteen?" Aerys asked, the Vampire shook her head. Thirteen then took a step forward, to which a sudden scrabbling sound erupted in the narrow corridor, like something was frantically trying to get away from them. Aerys gasped, but Thirteen wasn't going to let their pursuer get away--in a flash, the Sona was halfway down the corridor when she leaped into the air, twisting as though to grab something, and then hung in the air for a moment as though she actually had caught something. Aerys watched in confusion as Thirteen swung a foot into the air, which struck the air with the sound of a boot contacting flesh and a cry of pain before she fell to the tunnel floor, fighting with a suddenly there humanoid chameleon-like Sona.

"Who sent you?! Who sent you?!" The vampire snarled as she fought with the other Sona, who was letting out nothing but yelps and cries.

"Obviously no one after us specifically," Aerys said calmly, joining the fight to reach down and pluck the chameleon away from Thirteen and into the air. "They would have known to send something more stealthy, considering we both have fairly good senses when I'm not flipping." Thirteen shoved herself off the ground and into the other Sona's face.

"Who?" she snarled, "Talk now, or you're going to hurt a LOT more than you already do." The chameleon let out a wild squeak and struggled in Aerys's grasp, but she wasn't letting go. At the threat of a raised fist from Thirteen, the chameleon started talking.

"Don'tkillme, ohpleasedon'tkillme,pleasepleaseplase--The Engineer heard there were wanderers in Enfin, I was sent to find out what their intentions were!" It blurted out, eyes rolling wildly.

"Oh, really? Then I want to meet this Engineer character," Thirteen said. The chameleon's jaw dropped and it went pale.

"Ohno, ohnoohnoohno, I can't!"

"Yeah you can, and you will, unless you want to die." Thirteen smiled and drew one of the daggers sheathed at her side. "Aerys, drop him. Either he leads us to this character, or he dies," she said almost conversationally. Obediently, Aerys dropped the reptilian Sona. Thirteen smiled and met the Sona's wild eyes, "Now, start walking. No funny stuff, it's annoying, and it really doesn't work when you're dealing with a vampire," she told him. Wearily, the chameleon got up, still pale, and began walking, shaking and muttering the entire time.

OOC: Ugh, I don't really like that last bit, but I need to get Aerys and Thirteen somewhere and I was running out of time. XD

Socratic Sarcasm
03-10-2012, 12:40 AM
Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos
Enginez Deviant
Off of Highway 5
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel Sable), Velo (Simon Pruitt)

I give the woman a few seconds while she stares blankly at me. I retreat in my head to see what Dos is and was doing.

Dos and I have this strange ability, although I didn't think it was strange until a few years back, when I discovered it was unique. Whenever we retreat into each other's minds, we can access the other's memories like our own. It is really convenient: no need to worry about one of us neglecting to divulge information, and it's not like we need to keep secrets. I realize it probably stemmed from my need for someone to confide completely in, as I never really trusted anyone, even when I was younger: I was always singled out as the weird kid. It was before the WAE, so I thought it was just a phase. I laugh at the irony in my head.

Due to this strange ability, I can see that 'V' the gargoyle just told the Sonas in the Antitivity battle about her... unique situation. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at the divulging of this incredibly obvious fact, although I thought Dos was stupid for being so overt about his discovery before (really, rubbing it into her face?). The girl told me to take the frail boy with me and follow her, but she didn't tell me her eventual destination. Dos, fortunately, heard that I should be going to Grant's Pass, OR, or else I would have been very tempted to simply take my chances elsewhere: I don't like not knowing the eventual destination.

I opened the trunk of my truck and have just finished putting the seats down when it hits me. I was fresh out of my residency, so I was used to lack of sleep, but I wasn't an automaton: as I add it up, I realize that I have gotten 5 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, and I was positively crashing: I would never be able to drive to Grant's Pass, I'd kill myself and the kid before I got there. So I do the only thing I can think of and toss the keys to the kid. Then I speak using my most authoritative voice:

"Listen up. I am giving you the keys to the car that is now MINE. You are going to follow that motorcycle all the way to Grant's Pass, Oregon. You are going to drive this truck, after I put your motorcycle in, of course, with such precision that a chauffeur would be jealous, because if we or this truck dies, I swear I will kill you. Am I clear?"

I proceed to load the motorcycle in the trunk and over the horizontal captain's chairs. I go
over the front passenger's seat and close the door.

"Well?"

Dos
Sona
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Antitivity battle blah

Greg's life is finally interesting.

When V (I'm going off the name the mechanic's Sona called her) told everyone of the incredibly obvious, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I faze out quickly as Doc gleans the information about where he needs to go from my memories, and immediately begin thinking: Doc found V's Deviant, THE number one target of every WAE ever. If Doc wasn't so ready to pass out, he probably wouldn't let her out of his sight for a yoctosecond. Just like the way I was going to be with V. I try to make his life a bit easier as I address the gargoyle Sona:

"V, could you tell your Deviant to stop busting Doc's balls? It really is grating, especially since he's trying to help. Thanks."

Michael Mikulak
Tungz Deviant
WAE HQ Interrogation Room #44
ARPers: Velo (Teri)

All of a sudden, I am being moved from my prison.

My escort looks at me with triumphant eyes. He seems almost smug. Then I realize it's not almost. I am being taken to the same interrogation room (#44), but there really is only one reason for there to be previously absent smugness.

After breaking so many, I learned quite a few names: Adrian Acursio, Drauvant Domini, many other big players in the WAE. But one name stuck out more than any other. The name was a warning, an anticipation, and a beckoning challenge all in one. Every single one of my broken used the name, first with reverence and fear, then with disgust and fear. The bearer of the name, I was told, was unsympathetic, a sociopath who cared naught but for her own person and sating her sadism. The bearer of the name, I was told, was the single most skilled Deviant breaker the WAE had. The name in question, as any WAE would tell you, was Theresa Maverick.

The clamp on my mouth releases and falls to the floor, after I sit in the room. On my foot. My very exquisitely designed bracelets keep me from removing it, so I kick it across the room. Then I wait.

Velocity
03-23-2012, 12:14 AM
Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

"Real wood?" Daniel gasped. He hadn't laid hands on a real wooden pencil in a while - he was too lazy to go to town on most days, so the duty was left to his roommate, a Scribz named Jim. Jim only ever bought mechanical pencils, saying they were more precise, so there was rarely a bonafied Ticonderoga around. Thanking Argeno profusely, he started to draw again. He didn't like to draw with others around - it made him feel self-conscious and antisocial - but it was either that or be jumpy and nervy until he could get out of the truck. He began to doodle aimlessly on his sticky notes, wondering if he should be trying to make conversation. He was about to make some sort of passing remark about the weather that would have made him sound utterly backwards when Shiba screamed, "Kari! Kari!" and the car jerked slightly to the left.

"What's the matter?" Daniel asked, confused. At the same time, Shiba was talking, saying something about Grant's Pass. The name rung a faint, rusty bell in Daniel's mind, but he couldn't place it. He leaned forward. "What on earth are you people talking about?"

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: Sabi (Acursio), Winter (Nova and Ryza), and narphoenix (Michael)

Teri remained impassive as Acursio mulled over her request. Finally, he said, “You may. Do be careful, the younger the age, the more weapons they have at hand. You may be dismissed.”

Teri suppressed a thrill of excitement, forcing herself to nod seriously in affirmation to Acursio's warning. This would be the most intriguing challenge of her life if she succeeded, but the thing that broke her if she failed. She was about to turn and walk out of the room when she heard Ryza speaking to her in a venomous, cold voice, advising her to drop her confidence because it led to bad things. How sick she was of the WAE thinking they could control others. Blah blah blah; it was nothing Teri hadn't heard before. She thought about making a ripping remark, but she didn't think that Acursio would take particularly kindly to that. Toning it down to a level that was just barely pushing what she assumed was Acursio's tolerance, she said, "Thanks for the tip, sweetheart." With that, she walked out of the room.

She gave orders for Mikulak to be escorted into one of the interrogation rooms, then walked toward the appropriate wing. The escort had beaten her there, but he was still hanging around when Theresa arrived. 'Room #44,' he'd told her, and she followed the numbers, breezing in as if she was going to be interrogating a frightened, elderly Paletz. The kid was sitting on the nearest chair, his back turned. A sort of shortened muzzle-like apparatus sat on the floor; when attached its purpose was to keep Mikulak's mouth shut. But in Teri's experience trying to interrogate a mute was a pretty pointless way to spend time.

Teri took the chair opposite Mikulak, pausing to examine his features before she decided how she wanted to proceed. He was just a kid, twelve at the most. He was tiny, too; his prison jumpsuit was baggy on him and the cuffs on his wrists were just barely tight enough to keep him from slipping his bony wrists free. His dark hair was a wild mess. His dark eyes seemed hollow, like he wasn't all there, but Teri knew better than to take any of this child's tricks at face value.

"Hello, Michael," said Theresa in a more or less pleasant voice. "My name, as you may have heard or presumed on your own, is Theresa Maverick. Listen, Michael, I think we both know that there's no point in opening with false pleasantries?"

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) and narphoenix (Doc)

Simon decided to make himself useful while the two strangers talked - or stared at each other, or whatever the heck they thought they were doing. He walked into the gas station, which someone had been considerate enough to not board up. He walked through the dusty, dimly lit interior, hoping to find some tools. Much to his chagrin, however, he could only find several bags of beef jerky and a package of old, probably expired batteries. He took the jerky and left the batteries, hoping he would get a chance to eat the jerky soon. He was still upset about missing that delicious bread.

Without further ado, Simon walked back to the others, ready to do... something. He had only been standing for a second when something flew at him from the side. Simon caught it, finding out that it was a set of car keys. Simon looked up at the lab-coated man in confusion.

"Listen up," said the man sternly. "I am giving you the keys to the car that is now MINE. You are going to follow that motorcycle all the way to Grant's Pass, Oregon. You are going to drive this truck, after I put your motorcycle in, of course, with such precision that a chauffeur would be jealous, because if we or this truck dies, I swear I will kill you. Am I clear?"

Simon was a little startled, and a small part of him resented being given orders like this, but this was a good way to get himself a ride, so he nodded his assent. He would need it if he was going to go to...

Seattle! Hellfire, I forgot about Seattle!

Simon sighed. He didn't want to just abandon a lead about the mysterious Deviant whose Sona was the superweapon, but all things considered his chances of survival were better around masses of Deviants. Besides, pursuing rumors and whispers into one of the rainiest cities on the planet sounded a little less appealing than hanging around fellow Deviants for once. So he climbed into the driver's seat, starting up the car and following the girl on the motorcycle. He had driven a car exactly once - he found it was a lot easier and quicker to dodge WAE on a motorcycle, which was far less cumbersome than a car - but he remembered a lot, and he was pretty darn good at operating machines. After a minute or so, Simon asked the man in the passenger seat, "So, if you don't mind me asking, who are you, and who was she?"

Cyrus Nelvenmig
Magical Lumanx-Sona
Umecit
ARPers: Sabi, Winter, Nar, etc. You know the drill people!

Cyrus waited for the mammal to return, faintly concerned about Daniel. What was he doing now? He could sense calm from his Deviant. Calm. And Cyrus had run off most of his adrenaline from the fight... He was pretty calm, too. Maybe this would be a good time to contact him. Cyrus's black-and-orange eyes closed in focus, but it was no good. Cyrus's words bounced off of his Deviant's mind like water off of a duck's feathers. It's just no good, he thought miserably. Then he sighed, shaking himself angrily. Now was no time for self-pity. There was never a time for self-pity.

He found himself looking into the water-woman's ocean blue eyes, his gaze riveted by the color. There was something familiar about the kindness in those large blue pools but Cyrus would be damned if he could pin it down. He was so scatterbrained of late that he really couldn't keep track of mostly anything, and most of his remembering was done by accident. So he just let himself stare into that rich hue. Suddenly he was transported into another time, another place.

Deafening sound. Dazzling color. Everything was moving about, everything was shifting. Rocks were flying out from the land and into the ether, replaced almost immediately by new ground. The sky turned to a dazzling, rushing blitz of colors and noise - mostly blue, mingled with blacks and whites, like a glowing, neverending ocean. The edge of Nexen. The unbridgeable gap between it and the humans' reality.

Then the moment was gone and Cyrus was thrown into monochromacy again. He looked up to see the mammal returning; he was saying something about a 'Grant's Pass.' Nothing that concerned Cyrus; probably nothing that concerned Daniel. However, after that, 'V' the gargoyle did the unexpected - revealing herself as the former WAE super-weapon. Immediately the shrieking water-woman and the girl with the tattoo cried out with shock.

Cyrus twitched his ears. He wasn't the least bit surprised at the gargoyle's dramatic revelation. He was, however, a bit surprised at the others' shock - but then again, they'd never had the honor of meeting this gargoyle before, whereas Cyrus had certainly seen her. Her grand escape had provided the Lumanx enough of a distraction to escape the WAE who'd been holding him. As soon as Cyrus could get the dragon alone, he'd thank her. In the meanwhile, another conundrum was bothering him. That woman really was familiar. Maybe he should ask Daniel, if he could, where-slash-if he'd seen her.

Fury
Energy Sona, now in convenient feline form
Umecite
ARPers: The Antivity-thwarters

Fury's ears twitched with surprise as she heard the gargoyle claim to be the Sona who'd been WAE, but had thrown off her chains of anti-creativity. She knew that Domini had suspected as much, but she hadn't expected it to be the truth.

I bet he'd love to know that, Fury thought wryly. Unfortunately for Domini, however, it wasn't information that Fury was going to divulge.

The Immortal rose to her paws. Looking into the gargoyle's eyes, she could suddenly believe that this Sona was powerful enough to escape from anything - even the WAE. A desperate hope suddenly flared in her chest: could a human, once a Deviant, become free from the WAE as well? She wanted it to be true more than she'd ever wanted anything. She gave the gargoyle time to address the blue sphere who'd in turn addressed her before stepping forward.

"You say you've escaped from the WAE," Fury sounded very bold for a common housecat who was addressing a monstrously big metal dragon. "So tell me, could a human do it? Could a human break free from them - or is such a thing hopeless?"

Katherine
Angelic Antisona
Stalking those in Umecite.
ARPers: Anyone with sharp eyes and ears.

Katherine had been obedient to her WAE and had continued to listen in on the Sonas' conversation, flying down to the ground while the great metal dragon had been distracted and skulking in the shadows of an alleyway to listen in. And so she, too, heard the dragon 'V' reveal her true identity: the Sona who had escaped the WAE. Katherine reached out for her WAE immediately, revealing to her what she had guessed the whole time. Then Katherine slipped farther into the darkness of the alley, hoping to pick up other useful tidbits.

The Engineer
Neutral Griff-Sona
Inner Enfin
ARPers: Winter (Aerys and Thirteen)

The Engineer returned to his forge, satisfied that his sentinels would monitor those two travelers and report any problems back to him. However, the huge griffon barely had time to start stoking his smelting-fire when he heard Lancel's voice.

"Chemilo is back, and he brought two Sonas with him!" the little boy cried.

The Engineer blinked with shock. What was Chemilo thinking, bringing two strangers here when they were so close to Velvod? Maybe they were the two Sonas from the tunnels. The Engineer thanked Lancel for bringing him the news before heading out to greet the Sonas. Chemilo was leading them across the plain, looking very subdued. From this distance, The Engineer could see two humanesque shapes. He walked toward them slowly, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. The two humanoids didn't look WAE-ish, but it was hard to be to careful.

"Greetings," The Engineer said coolly in his deep voice. "I am The Engineer, the smith of this village. Do you walk with peaceful purpose - and are you WAE, or are you true Sonas?"

Saraibre Ryu
04-19-2012, 05:40 AM
OOC: OKAY. UPDATES WON'T take THIS LONG AGAIN.

Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Off of Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Velocity, narphoenix

I watched the guy talk to the younger one who tried to intimidate me earlier bicker about something, watching him put a bike into the car. I turned, replacing my helmet over my head and getting on my bike, revving the engine and letting it hum to a nice sound before kicking up the stand and taking off down the road. I wondered still, about that doctor and his Sona, and how he developed such abilities. Things like that would be a prime ability for WAE, but as long as he was on our side…apparently it seemed he was anyway, it was something to be thankful for at the moment.

I started playing music inside my helmet, something instrumental to calm my nerves, I was getting feelings from Veza. I knew that she was going to have a big explanation ahead of her Nexen-side. The only issue was, everyone asked how we did it, and we never really remembered how. Veza remembered few things, I barely remembered how I got out of it myself, however, I remembered the feeling of complete, emptiness, monochrome and silent, dead and waning. There wasn’t much other way to describe it, it was like describing colour to a blind person or music to the deaf. Well, maybe not music…

The drive was going to be a long one, and the dark clouds didn’t look too inviting, but I didn’t think it was going to rain. I pushed a button on my dash, if you could call it that on a bike, and a panel opened up, revealing a few nobs and a dial, looking like an old radio. I plugged in a set of earphones, one that was stuck inside my helmet. I turned the dial a bit, listening to static before I got some kind of clarity from the car behind me. Hacking into the radio of the car, I put one of my mics on, making sure that it was working alright, not doubting my hacking skills what so ever.

“Hey, I can talk to you through the radio if you need it. Just hook up a phone to a port and connect to this channel if you see anything.”

That was all I was going to say. I could feel Veza inside my head, something small and just a statement. Something about not busting the other guy’s balls, probably the guy who said he was an ally and had the car. I rolled my eyes, she knew my answer, and all I did was groan.

Long ass drive was going to be long.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle


The reactions were something I expected from everyone, though some probably had figured it out by now. I waited for everyone to catch their breath before continuing with my explanation. However, before I could, one of the other Sona’s asked me a question, one that was typical to expect as well. At least it seemed that no one despised me thus far from being one who broke out of the grip of a plague that was said to be unbreakable. Something told me that this Sona was the only existing creative soul left of their Deviant, that, or someone they knew.

“I will be honest, I’m not sure how I or my Deviant broke out. All I remember is a surge, and something finally snapping, something that made me break my way out. I’m not sure what it was entirely like for my Deviant, but I can’t imagine it was anything pleasant.” I started explaining. “I can’t see why a human couldn’t do it, but one thing I know for sure is that it takes both ends to come to. At least, that’s as solid of a conclusion we made anyway.”

I knew that telling them I had no idea how it happened that I got out wasn’t going to be a crowd pleaser, it never was. However, there was some key to it, and when I, or my Deviant figured it out, we would know, and be able to save people and both ends of the world. There was one thing I remembered most though, one specific detail about being trapped inside that dead space known as Velvod.

“There was one thing…a big engine, something that’s controlling all of it I think. All of the WAE.” I said. “I need more information on it, I have a feeling it’s been here much longer than any of us, and if we break it, everything will start to heal. I’ll go it alone if I have to, and I’m not asking anyone, but I feel you’re capable of being trusted.”

If these Sona’s were going to help me or not, that was their decision, I couldn’t make them do anything, I was no mind controller. I was a WAE Superweapon gone rogue, a dark metal shadow of my former self. I looked at Dos, seeing as he was asking of my Deviant to stop bothering his own Deviant. I knew she wouldn’t but pretended to talk to her regardless. After a moment, I returned to dos, and everyone for that matter.

“She’s been the brunt of the shield, she’s taken this harder than I have, and is taking longer to recover due to the fact she’s using what she knows of WAE to act it, to prevent from being found. She doesn’t trust easy, or help anyone, or speak much. In a crowd you’d barely be able to find her amongst those who are stricken with WAE.” I told them in a very serious tone of voice. “She was never like that though, as you are never the same after coming through that. Don’t press her too hard, or she’ll retaliate out of instinct.”

“So…yeah, I’m not asking anyone for help, but any would be helpful. My Deviant may never admit it, but we need it.”


Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Winter and Velocity

Adrian opened a door, finding Ryza’s room, almost seemingly ignoring everything Nova was saying, however listening to every word. The albino inspected the room to see it was up to par, significantly better than her previous room; a bed with blankets, tables and a desk, a fridge, and a closet for clothing, and even a bathroom off to the left hand side. Adrian only turned around when Nova put a firm grip on him, gazing into his eyes with his own. He listened to every word, and didn’t speak until he was finished. He then looked at Ryza, whose comment made him a bit more pleasant than he was initially feeling.

“Nova, I don’t believe I specified when this mission was to be carried out. I wouldn’t send Ryza until she was ready. We have others going on this mission as well, I’ve already worked things out that aren’t something to worry about.” He explained in an airy tone of voice, borderlining a crack of a smile. “Ryza, you weren’t singled out, you’re only hear because you were strong and defeated those odds that were set against you. Here you have more say of what you would like to do, but unfortunately for my superior, there are still some restrictions remaining.”

After that, Adrian removed Nova’s grip from his arm, and proceeded to leave what would be Ryza’s room, looking behind him just before the door shut.

“Nova, if you have any concerns, please address them to me after you’ve settled in. If any changes need to be made, let me know. For now, I need to take a call about the Seattle incident.”

With that, Adrian was gone, and walking down the hallway silently, moving towards the receptionist who handed him an envelope without a word. As he opened it, he saw images of the device that caused the place to erupt in the audio mess that was some time ago. The image was of a half melted radio, and due to the damage, it couldn’t be identified as what model it was, thus throwing out the option of where it came from. However, Adrian knew people who could give him some information.

“Call in Tom, we’re going to have this flown in by tonight. I want it examined.”

Winter
04-20-2012, 03:04 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
I-80, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

Argeno chuckled nervously at Daniel's reaction, still unsure of exaclt what was going on with Shiba. "You get more shading ability with those. It's harder to do with mechanical pencils," he explained, trying to shake off the thanks. "Now Shiba, dear, what is going on on our Sonas's end of things? Kari explained yet?" He asked gently, Shiba bit her lip and exhaled slowly.

"I finally got a reply. Seems like one of those in the battle is an escapee." The car swerved sharply again, and Shiba swore as she grabbed the wheel from behind Al and jerked it back into place. "You're gonna get us pulled over from drunk driving if you keep this up, Argeno. Straight ahead unless the road curves, got it?" she hissed sharply. Kari seemed to be slightly amused by the situation through her, but Kari did not find it funny in the slightest.

"I know, but it would help if people quit springing surprises on me!" he snapped back before turning his eyes back to the road, leaving Shiba to answer Daniel's question.

"What's happened is this--our Sonas seem to have just found the Sona of an escapee. On top of that, it seems like we'll also be getting a bit of help," she replied.

Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity

The moment VEza said that she didn't remember how she or her Deviant broke free of the WAE's spell, all three Sonas seemed to visibly deflate...until she said she wasn't asking for help, but it would be appreciated. Shiri stepped forward then, nodding back to Kari and smiling.

"I know I speak for not only myself, but Kari and Silverstreak, as well as our Deviants when I tell you that you don't have to ask for our help, because no matter what you want, we're helping you anyway. We're looking for the same thing--an end to the WAE, a way to save those lost, and find certain lost ones, should they still be alive. I have a Deviant who has taken the entire situation badly...I want to be able to make it so she can be happy again..." the Siren said softly, Kari smiled as well.

"Who knew you'd get all emotional on us, eh Little Shiri?" she joked, but she was nodding all the same. "She's right, however, we're in whether you want us or not, thankfully you do want us, so it's all good."


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: Sabi(Adrian)

At Adrian's response, Nova sighed. "Sir, please forgive me, I'm used to working in the science department, where when something is mentioned, it is usually done almost immediately or quite soon after," he said, meanwhile Ryza was looking around the room in pure curiosity, a look of awe appearing on her face as she did. Adrian left it at that and walked to the door, speaking to them one last time before the door shut, leaving the scientist and the demon child in the room together.

"Is this...mine?" Ryza breathed after a minute of silence between them. Nova looked down at her, grinning.

"I think it is, Ryza. A real room of your own, not a holding cell," he had begun to look around as well and realized that if he was right, she had been given a genuinely nice room, though to the girl it must have seemed more like a palace than simply a nice room--she now not only had a real bed, she had a closet he had a feeling would soon contain clothes, a desk rather than the floor to draw on, though he suspected she would probably rarely leave the bed while she was in the room--she even had a fridge, though he hoped that she didn't let that get to her, he didn't need her gorging herself because she wasn't used to having food on hand, available to her at all times.

"...It's amazing..." she whispered in awe. Nova couldn't help but smile at her.


Aerys and Thirteen
Wandering through Enfin
ARPer's: Velo(The Engineer)

Thirteen snorted "I don't know about walking with peace, but we sure as heck aren't with the WAE... Well, our Deviants have a slight connection, but they're not happy with it," the Vampire Sona said, sarcasm coloring her tone. Aerys blinked, shaking her head, and prompting Thirteen's attention to snap back to her. "Good god, what are they doing to her?" she sighed, Aerys blinked and smiled at Thirteen.

"Nothing bad this time. They...she's in awe over the fact she just got a real bedroom. At least she thinks it's supposed to be hers." Thirteen smiled at her and patted the Guardian's shoulder.

"That's good," she whispered before turning back to the situation, telling herself to bother Nova about details when she wasn't busy. "Now, what was your reptile friend here doing following us?" she asked, jumping straight into questions.

OOC: Could have been better, I suppose, but I won't complain--we're back to RPing again!~ :) BTW, this post was powered by Hotel California, by The Eagles.

Socratic Sarcasm
04-20-2012, 08:25 PM
Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos (Deviant Enginez)
Highway 5
Arpers: Sabi (Amiel) Velo (Simon)

"As to who I am: my name is Gregory Matthew Xanatos, but everyone I know calls me Doc. I am an Engine, like you. As to who she is, the only thing you are to know about THAT, until she decides otherwise, is that you are not to let her out of your sight for an instant. " I answer the boy.

The gargoyle girl did something to the radio so that the motorcycle and the car could "talk". I hooked up the car so that she could just hear our conversation and butt in if necessary.

I went on to contemplate the idea of being set up. Who could stand to gain from this? More importantly, how could they have manipulated Dr. Kostovski into letting a barely trained doctor present another's research. They would have had to have an iron-clad control of the doctor. The only person I know capable of doing that was... Bingo.

I dial a number on my phone, but get voicemail. I speak,"Very clever. I only just figured it out. Very clever indeed. I only got away by being VERY prepared. But now the game, is afoot. "

The only person capable of manipulating Dr. Kostovski so precisely was Dr. Elizabeth Alexandra Kostovski herself.

Michael Mikulak
WAE HQ Room 44
ARPers: Velo (Teri)

"False pleasantries and the obvious are 2 things I cannot stand, Miss Maverick. Unfortunately, in avoiding one, you slammed yourself face first into the other. Now, let us skip the part where you tell me the WAE is the best thing since sliced bread, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it 1000 times: it's annoying and insulting. In return, I shall avoid the speech about how a being a Deviant means so much more, blah, blah, blah. Instead, let us get to the hearts of our arguements, which shall be a lot more interesting. My core arguement inst rooted in rhetoric so much as it is a demonstration.

After hearing about Teri so many times, I had decided on the only way to defeat her. It was a bit ballsy, but it was the only to do it.

I began to sing.

In English and Spanish, my songs were exclusively from my mother's mouth. I memorized them because they were my strongest memory of her. She had a clear, strong voice, and, now I realize, so do I.

When, after 5 minutes, my songs were over (I had to abbreviate), I looked at Teri. "Now Teri, you've heard the 'Deviant meaning so much more arguement a zillion times, but I do believe this is the first time you understand what that more IS. "

OoC: Bleh, I had to rush.

Velocity
04-28-2012, 02:03 PM
[CENTER][FONT="Century Gothic"]Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

Daniel listened out of one ear as the other Deviants talked. Much to his surprise, they were talking about an escapee. For a wild moment, Cyrus flickered into Daniel's mind, but he dismissed the thought. After all, they were saying that the Sona's Deviant was an escapee, and while Daniel was escaping death now, he hadn't escaped much else, recently.

"An escapee?" Daniel queried as he shaded the metal panels on an iron dragon's scales. That little flare of hope, that thought of Cyrus, wasn't gone by any stretch. Maybe, just maybe, this could lead him to some information about his and Cyrus's infuriating half-separation - and even how to break it.

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: narphoenix (Michael)

"False pleasantries and the obvious are two things I cannot stand, Miss Maverick," was Michael's reaction to Teri's introduction. His voice was quiet, subdued, and hoarse from disuse. "Unfortunately, in avoiding one, you slammed yourself face first into the other. Now, let us skip the part where you tell me the WAE is the best thing since sliced bread, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it a thousand times: it's annoying and insulting. In return, I shall avoid the speech about how a being a Deviant means so much more, blah, blah, blah. Instead, let us get to the hearts of our arguments, which shall be a lot more interesting. My core argument inst rooted in rhetoric so much as it is a demonstration."

One of Teri's eyebrows crawled up on her face a fraction of an inch. "Oh, really? Do show me -"

Her voice caught in her throat when she heard what he was doing: no longer talking, but singing. He sounded just a little rusty, just a little off-key, but as he went on his voice became stronger, bolder, louder, more resonant and confident and smooth and heartbreakingly beautiful...

For the first time in her life, Theresa Maverick was completely and totally dumbstruck. She was paralyzed by the child's voice, and while he sang the world seemed to be changing. The table was gray. Her trembling hands were a very very pale peachy color, bleached by tension as her pinkish nails tried to carve gouges in the table. And Michael's eyes were blue.

It's been so long... she thought.

"Now Teri, you've heard the 'Deviant meaning so much more' argument a zillion times, but I do believe this is the first time you understand what that more IS. " Teri's whirling mind considered that for a moment. Then she stood up slowly, walked around the table, then lifted the boy out of his chair and kicked him across the room.

"I," said Teri in a tight voice, just a fraction of an inch away from perfect calm, "do not give a damn what being a Deviant means. I don't think you understand my point. I am not here to make patronizing speeches. I am not here to listen to any of said speeches. And I am not here to hear you... do that again. I am here to get every bit of valuable knowledge you have out of you and break your spirit in the process, plain and simple. If you sing again I will break every bone in your body that you do not need in order to speak. Am I perfectly clear?"

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) and narphoenix (Doc)

"As to who I am: my name is Gregory Matthew Xanatos, but everyone I know calls me Doc. I am an Engine, like you. As to who she is, the only thing you are to know about THAT, until she decides otherwise, is that you are not to let her out of your sight for an instant." Simon flinched so hard that his knee knocked into the bottom of the dashboard. "You're an Enginez? I thought I was the only one around here, at least that the WAE hadn't captured! What do you do? Do you work directly with machines, do you fix cars or build robots, or are you more of a schematics guy?" Simon was sure to keep his eyes on the road - he wasn't sure he didn't believe Doc meant his threats - but his excited chatter didn't sound like it needed to be coming from a driver.

“Hey, I can talk to you through the radio if you need it. Just hook up a phone to a port and connect to this channel if you see anything.” The radio blared out the Deviant girl's voice. Simon saw her pulling ahead of them on her motorcycle and put a little bit of gas on. Doc was talking on his phone, not at all interested in Simon's questions. With a sigh, Simon sank back into his seat and resolved himself to a long drive.

Cyrus Nelvenmig, Fury, and Katherine
Magical good Sonas and evil Angel-Sona
Umecit.
ARPers: Umecit people (If they can see/sense Kath)

“I will be honest, I’m not sure how I or my Deviant broke out. All I remember is a surge, and something finally snapping, something that made me break my way out. I’m not sure what it was entirely like for my Deviant, but I can’t imagine it was anything pleasant.” Fury's heart dropped into her paws as the dragon answered her question, sounding uncertain and unhopeful. “I can’t see why a human couldn’t do it, but one thing I know for sure is that it takes both ends to come to. At least, that’s as solid of a conclusion we made anyway.”

But she did continue to listen, along with Cyrus, as the dragon continued, telling them about a WAE 'engine' of sorts. She also mentioned her Deviant, about how she shouldn't be provoked, and about how she was going to need help to take out the 'engine'. Cyrus and Fury exchanged a glance and this time it was Cyrus who came forward, speaking for both of them. "I will lend my teeth and claws and magic, as will Fury, my companion. We have been trying to organize a group to fight the WAE for some time, but this... It's an opportunity we've never even dreamed of. We'll help you break this engine - and bring color to a gray world at last."

... And from the rooftops, a fallen angel watched and listened. Boy, what a story she would have to tell her WAE...

The Engineer
Neutral Griff-Sona
Inner Enfin
ARPers: Winter (Aerys and Thirteen)

The Engineer was glad to hear that the Sonas before him were not enemies. He nodded to them, waited politely as they addressed each other, and answered their next question: why had Chemilo been following them?

"It was merely a precaution," the Engineer rumbled. "Our village is very close to Velvod, so we can't take risks when strangers come walking through our lands. I sent Chemilo to keep an eye on you, and make sure you were not plotting any evil. Now, if I may ask, what are your intentions - other than frightening chameleons?"

Saraibre Ryu
05-11-2012, 02:25 AM
OOC: Short transition post is short. I don't have much for Adrian for right now. ><


Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Highway 5, USA
ARPer's: Velocity, narphoenix

Driving along the highway with the lack of traffic going by always made the world feel empty. It was very empty o me, and it wasn’t from being part of WAE. It was from being what seemed like such a distance from what made the world colourful and lively. The small idea of Veza letting me know she had some help on her side gave me something to be remotely upbeat about. I wasn’t going to say I had the same thing on my end yet, despite the fact I had two active Enginez behind me on the road. I could hear the doctor guy talking to the other kid who tried to look threatening. I rolled my eyes at his comments. He had an idea of who I was but that was it. No one knew who I really was, only myself and Veza. Even with that, going WAE, you lose part of that identity indefinitely, and having to find it again was a trial done blind within a marathon that never seemed to end.

“You can stop thinking you know all the details about me. Good way for me to want to disappear as fast as you found me.” I spoke through the radio, not bothering to pause my music for a second. “It’s going to be a long drive so I suggest you keep for focus and energy for the road.”

I continued to listen to the music with an open, yet blank mind. Having a blank mind was both a curse and blessing from WAE, it made it hard to do original creations, a pinnacle of a Deviant’s ability, however the blankness allowed for other’s creations to overflow easily. Having music take over my mind was a wonderful thing.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Anyone involved in the Antitivity battle


The reception I got in response to my big reveal was more or less positive, so far no jumps about why I hadn’t been able to save anyone else. I didn’t feel like I was forcing anyone now, and that made me feel better a bit. However, with these Sona’s so adamant for helping me, I felt that their wellbeing was my responsibility now.

“Thanks for your support. I don’t know what will happen from here on until now.” I said. “Right now, the best thing we can do is quietly rally a group, see if there are more of us. I’m thinking we may want to go around…I know some of the more wild areas are more to animal Sona’s, but we can commune easier with those than Deviant’s can with, what my person told me, are pets.”

That was as much of a plan as I had so far. I hardly had anything else to go on, but that was part of the plan, to find out more information and get WAE out of the lives of people and Deviants.

“Ya may wanna get ‘er goin’, knowing that WAe, they’ll be persistent in lookin’ fer ya.” Gesser interrupted my thoughts, almost surprisingly. “I’ll keep yer unknown, but I gots a bud down in a village down in Ahaelos. Help yous find a big ol’ beasty.”

“Thanks Gesser. I take it you’ve still got that cache outside?”

“Sure does.”

“Alright, thanks for all your help. Stay safe while we’re gone.”

He only nodded, and I picked myself up to leave. I knew the cache of supplies that we may need was going to be just outside the defined border of Ahealos and Umecit. There was usually a nice glow around the evening time, sort of like an aurora. I poked my head out the door, making sure that there wasn’t anyone on our tail. I had a bad feeling that someone may have been watching us, but that could have been my paranoia.

“If no one has any more questions…may we depart?”

Winter
05-13-2012, 09:42 PM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
I-80, California(USA)
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel)

Shiba looked to Daniel and nodded. "Yes, an escapee. One who broke WAE control after falling to it. The Sona and the Deviant both... This could change our whole--"

"We could bring everyone back, wake them all up," Al said suddenly, cutting Shiba off.

"Thought you were asleep, hon?" Shiba murmured, Al glanced back at the woman slightly.

"Shiri's too excited. Can't do it," she said matter-of-factly. Then the girl's eyes seemed to fall on Daniel's drawing and she smiled. "You draw dragons, too? Argeno likes drawing dragons...or liked to. He draws everything now, but he used to draw dragons all the time. Copy paper ream after copy paper ream of all kinds of dragons. They were pretty when he got ahold of colored pencils." Shiba looked in surprise at the girl on her lap. Al had said quite a bit about something other than her family for once, which she found fairly surprising, and it seemed Argeno did as well, as he glanced over at her.

"Dragons, huh? I wouldn't mind having a look when you're done, then," Argeno said, eyes still on the road. "Dang, what I would give for a car with GPS..."

"Car-jacking time?" Both girls asked, sounding almost excited. Argeno almost snorted, shaking his head.

"Why is it that my girlfriend and my friend's little sister are so eager to steal a car?" he groaned to the air.

"It's too small in here and I want to do something, anything other than just sitting here," Al replied simply, leaving Shiba to nod in agreement.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity

They were not alone, it appeared, as the other Sonas offered help the Veza as well. The escapee Sona then continued to go on explain what very little of a plan she had and discussed a few matters with Gesser before moving to the door. It seemed like they were going to be heading out of Umecit. Shiri had spent most of her time there, really, and she could feel the adventure ahead of them. I'll make sure to tell Al all about it, maybe it will lift her spirits some, the Sona thought, while Kari and Silverstreak were considering letting their own Deviants in on the plan, Silverstreak wondering vaguely if Argeno felt left out for not having been spoken to. When Veza asked if they could depart, Kari stretched before walking up to her, Shiri in tow. " Beats staying around here, let's go."

/Hmm, maybe there will be other Sonas like me as well?/ Silverstreak asked, Kari shrugged.

"No idea, Silverstreak," she commented, Shiri shrugged as well.

"Maybe, it would be cool."

Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: N/A

When her awe seemed to finally give way to realization, Ryza finally stopped standing in the middle of the room in favor of taking a seat on the bed. When she sat down and bounced, the girl looked startled as could be, so surprised that Nova couldn't hold back a laugh. He could feel her glare at him through the sunglasses blocking her eyes from view and protecting him from the nightmarish images the young woman could conjure from her head. "I have a real bedroom," she said slowly, as though trying to taste the words. Nova smiled at her--it was nice to see her almost happy for a change, and it had taken far too long to see it happen. People shouldn't have to be this unhappy, he thought, watching as Ryza pushed her luck and gave the bed an experimental bounce, squeaking when it sprang back up under her. He couldn't help it--he laughed again. When Ryza's head snapped to glare at him, he held his hands up in defense.

"Hey now, stop glaring at me like that. I've watched over you for how long now? I can laugh at you for finding amusement in bouncing on the bed--I have a right to considering how many times you've anger-blasted me for doing nothing wrong."

"You were annoying me," Ryza pouted, falling back on the bed, hair splaying everywhere.

"Hey, it's not like I was trying to jab you with a needle or drag you out!" he countered, Ryza's face fell a moment before she noticed the smile on his face; he obviously wasn't trying to be mean about it.

"So, Nova...why does that guy want us to go to Japan?"

"Adrian? Probably because he believes that you can help with the situation there. Japan is one of those places that held rather creative people. Ones that aren't falling to WAE influence easily--there is a good deal of resistance activity there, and it seems that he thinks you can stop it." Ryza let out a mocking laugh.

"With what? A group of people who think I'm devilspawn and I, the nightmarish WAE experiment who can make people scream by meeting their eyes, who is dragging along an Enginez behind her with a stuffed cat and sketchbook tucked under her arm? Ha!" Nova sighed and hid his displeasure at her biting remark by sitting down at the desk chair, where he then busied himself by opening drawers and inspecting the contents. There wasn't much, a new sketchbook, a pack of normal pencils, and...

"Dang, new colored pencils. The really good kind. Someone's really trying to get on your good side, Ryza." The girl shot up, off the bed, and practically dove across the remaining space to get a look at the pack of pencils Nova held up. "I haven't seen this many colors in..."

"You can see colors? I thought WAE couldn't." Nova nearly laughed at the question.

"Yeah, I can see color, but very few can. My Sona tried to work with the other WAE Sonas and it just didn't go over well." He shrugged, "What can you do?"

"Can you draw?" He raised an eyebrow at the question before he smiled.

"Yeah, not like a Grafix, though." Ryza looked visibly disappointed at this, but didn't let it bother her much.

"Then I guess I'll leave the plans to you and you can leave the artistic talent to me, huh?" Nova blinked at how easily her attitude had turned around, and then smiled.

"Guess so," he agreed.


Aerys and Thirteen
Wandering through Enfin
ARPer's: Velo(The Engineer)

"Frightening chameleons! Ha--you say that as though we were at fault for that when he was following us, and minding our own business at that point," Thirteen shook her head, sarcastic smirk forming on her lips. "That aside, we were just kind of wandering aimlessly, though I think eventually I would have gotten us out to Umecit. When the WAE starts bothering her Deviant, Aerys can get a touch destructive, but nonetheless, we were looking for a way to help both her Deviant and mine, in a kind of foot-draggingly slow way," the vampiric Sona said simply. Aerys ducked her head as if ashamed, but Thirteen patted her arm gently, which seemed to ease some of the tension in the Guardian.

OOC: Well definitely not my best, but if it gets us moving...

Saraibre Ryu
09-21-2012, 04:52 PM
OOC: YAY FOR MOVIN' THIG ALONG

People that were traveling can end up at ther desinations. Time skip is about a few hours long, up to your discretion.


Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Grant's Pass, USA
ARPer's: Velocity, narphoenix, Winter if she gets there

The drive was a long and continuous one. I wasn’t sure how long for, but I was starting to get sore just sitting down on my bike. That probably meant a few hours. Grants Pass was in sight and I knew where to go from memory. The sky was greying up even more, almost promising rain, maybe a thunder storm. I liked thunder storms, less of a chance of finding a helicopter that was WAE operated and owned catching you and then capturing you like some wild animal that left the woods. As I pulled around the outside of town, I could see a large junkyard in the distance, piles of metal and scrap imitating miniature mountains. As you drove closer, the mounds grew higher and higher, to the point of towering over a single story house. A basic fence ran around the property, and the opening to drive in had a weathered and wooden sign reading ‘Charlie’s Repair and Recycling’. Signs were usually short and simple, to the point as anything catchy was seen as suspicious. I pulled in, not paying attention if the people who were following me before were still following me. As I did, a scruffy looking man came out, oil stains splattered on his overalls, a grey shirt, gloves and a bandana around his head.

I dismounted my bike, and handed it off to the man. “Just the usual Devon.”

“Yeah yeah I got a heads up. Also more are comin’ I hear?” Devon half asked, half stated to me.

“So I’ve been told. I’ll be inside.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t eat out my fridge.”

I walked into the small house that paralleled the garage. Devon secretly harbored Deviants that passed through, so had an extra stock of food, a spare room with cots and the like. The inside looked like a typical cabin, a couch, a chair, tv and a small kitchen. There was a small square table in the corner with two folding chairs with cushions on them. I decided to sit at the table, put my arms on it and put my head down. I took rest where I could get it, but I always slept so lightly.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: Everyone involved in the fight [we need a new name for this]

I could tell the terrain was changing as we left Umecit. The hills were getting more sloped, and rocks started to buffet me off course. At least try to anyway. Ahaelos was our next destination, a place where a lot of more beastly Sona’s lived, and certainly where the majority of the ones belonging to animals lived. These Sona were tricky, and good at getting in and out of the sight of WAE. Some rumored they knew how to get in and out of the Velvod territory without much harm. That’s the kind of people we needed to find, and maybe recruit more in a quiet manner. One huge uprising was going to spread like wildfire, and as much as I wanted to help, getting caught and put back in wasn’t going to be any kind of productive. What we had to find was the small, or one of the small villages that knew of the beast that could bypass any lock. No one was sure if it was a human Sona in an incredibly beastly form, or an animal one with an incredible amount of intelligence. Either way I knew we needed to find it. From what I remember of being stuck in WAE, they wanted this beast for assimilation, but they could never find it, and anyone who did was unlucky enough to end up dead. There was only one thing I had to ask.

“Could anyone tell me…how creative people such as Graphix get when creating something new like a creature…? Since we’re looking for one I’d want to be prepared.”

If only my Sona was a Graphix, I wouldn’t feel so stupid about asking the question. Being out of creativity for as long as I was had it’s moments.


Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Anyone with a TV for the broadcast

“We bring you the latest news update regarding the conflict in Japan. Deviants have massed together to take over much of the Shibuya area, including the majority of the train lines going in and out to smaller communities and cities. WAE officials are at a stalemate currently with these terrorists, who have been unwilling to comply to a truce or an agreement. As the majority of the footage involves high levels of vandalism including graffiti and radio hijacking, we are unable to show it on his channel. Officials are not sure for then the resistance will show weakness, as numbers seem to be growing. However they reassure civilians that there is no need to worry or panic, and remind anyone who feels threatened or uneasy by these people, to visit their local clinic for a psychological appointment. This has been a report from the International News network.”

Adrian turned off the TV once the report was over. He was sitting in his quarters, feeling a bit sick himself from the broadcast. It wasn’t something that hadn’t happened before, but it was still something he didn’t like. He knew the entire broadcast would play on the unfiltered channels where the strongest of WAE watched without falter. He knew one thing though, every time he watched a broadcast, a voice came to him. The albino wandered to his coffee machine that was placed plainly, and cleanly on the desk, pouring in the dark liquid carefully. Soon a shooting pain came through his head, forcing him to flinch in such a way his hand jerked, spilling the contents of the pot over the countertop.

‘They will be there…’

Adrian tried to endure the pain, but it was the same every time, and he succumbed to it every time. Once it subsided, he stood up, looking at the mess he had made, and walked to find a towel to clean it up. He wasn’t sure who they were, but if it had to do with Japan, he had to get something up and started. That’s why he had taken Ryza away and gotten Nova to work with her.

Winter
09-22-2012, 09:17 PM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Grant's Pass, USA
ARPers: Velocity(Daniel), Sabi (Amiel), and Nar(?)

"Land!" Shiba gasped, not bothering to wait for Daniel, or Al, for that matter, to move. The woman opted instead to throw an arm around the smaller girl parked on her lap and swung both of the out of the driver’s side door the moment Argeno was out of the truck. Al let out a small shriek of surprise that turned into laughter as she was set on her feet. “I thought that ride was never going to end!” she exclaimed, moving into runner’s stretches and grumbling about her legs feeling like they were barely there. Somehow Argeno had talked the girls out of their plan to jack a car despite the lack of space in the Clinker. Al and Shiba had both been disappointed in his case, but allowed him to win, seeing as the beat-up red truck was like his baby, though neither girl could quite understand why.

“You aren’t alone there,” Al contributed quietly, watching her as the girl zipped up her hoodie again, but flipped down the hood. Argeno slid his bag back into place on his shoulder and then stretched out his own tall figure before looking to Al.

“Think you can be ready to suggest your way out of here if this is the wrong place?” he asked her, Al nodded.

“Of course, Argeno,” the smaller girl replied, suggesting a small smile was pulling at her lips. “I’m always ready to protect you and Shiba—you’re all I have left, and I’m going to keep you with me if it’s the last thing I ever do.” Argeno and Shiba both shivered at the words, but didn’t show just how much they wished that protecting them wasn’t the last thing Al would ever have to do.

“Alright,” he sighed, slamming the driver’s side door of the truck shut and heading to where a rough-looking man in stain-covered overalls and a grey shirt was already approaching them. Al and Shiba followed closely behind, assuming Daniel would follow as well as soon as he was done doing whathever he was doing in the truck. “Excuse me, we’re in need of a new vehicle…a van, or something else big, preferably, and heard we might find one at a junkyard in Grant’s Pass… Would this be the place we were directed to?” Argeno asked the man. Al and Shiba waited tensely behind him, unsure of whether or not they were in hot water yet.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: Anyone involved with the fight against the Antitivity (The Resistance, mebbe?)

"A creature?" Silverstreak responded to Veza's question curiously before popping free of Kari's face to float free of his partner, this was inevitably followed by a peal of giggles from the girl. Next to them, Shiri just shook her head and sighed.

"That is the least imposing thing ever. I mean, really, Kari? Big bad girl and awesome silver dragon... but the girl giggles when the dragon separates from her skin? Ridiculous. Our enemies will die of laughter." It was easy to tell the girl was partly joking, and Kari laughed a little, shrugging.

“What? I can’t help it!” The Sona countered as she kept walking, dragging Silverstreak along with her.

”What kind of creature? Just a new one in general? You have to understand, creativity with a Graphix is highly dependent on several factors, my Deviant is a Graphix, so I understand most of the process, but you’re going to have to elaborate a bit more,” the dragon continued to direct his thoughts mostly to Veza, choosing to ignore his companions and their laughing and joking. The question had attracted the dragon’s interest, and it was going to take a bit more before he could totally understand it.

“Oh jeez, you’re going to get ‘Streak going on one of his huge Graphix lectures,” Kari groaned, Shiri laughed softly as well.

“I think they’re kind of interesting,” the Siren admitted.

“Only because you like comparing how they make stuff to how you and Al come up with stuff,” Kari shot back. Silverstreak turned his head to almost glare at Kari.

”Would you kindly stop your pouting, Kari? I’m trying to answer a question.” he said, effectively putting an end to the current banter and left the girls to pick their way over the changing terrain with Veza and the others.


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: N/A

“We bring you the latest news update regarding the conflict in Japan. Deviants have massed together to take over much of the Shibuya area, including the majority of the train lines going in and out to smaller communities and cities. WAE officials are at a stalemate currently with these terrorists, who have been unwilling to comply to a truce or an agreement. As the majority of the footage involves high levels of vandalism including graffiti and radio hijacking, we are unable to show it on his channel. Officials are not sure for then the resistance will show weakness, as numbers seem to be growing. However they reassure civilians that there is no need to worry or panic, and remind anyone who feels threatened or uneasy by these people, to visit their local clinic for a psychological appointment. This has been a report from the International News network.”

Nova sighed and turned the television in Ryza’s room off. “And that would be why Adrian wants us in Japan,” he announced simply, though he knew Ryza had just barely been paying attention to it. The girl was too busy drawing at the desk almost opposite of the television with her new colored pencils to be interested in the news, and it tended to be fairly boring anyway.

“Great. A crowd control job—just what the public needs to see, news videos of me anger blasting crowds of Deviants. That’s really gonna help convince everyone I’m not a monster,” the girl replied bitingly. Nova sighed, and turned to face the back of her head.

“You want to be free, don’t you? This is what to have to do to get your freedom, unfortunately, Ryza. Adrian doesn’t seem to be under the impression you’re a monster, in fact he didn’t seem pleased about what was being done to you. Just think of it this way—if he’s the one giving you your freedom, his opinion is the only one that should matter to you,” he suggested. Ryza turned around to face him, sunglasses sitting on the desk. Blue eyes met brown, but Ryza didn’t blast him like he would have suspected she would, Ryza just looked sad.

“Nova,” she started quietly, “I am sixteen years old. I might not be right in the head, but peoples opinons still matter to me slightly. No one wants to be seen as a monster by everyone around them.”

“Ryza—“ Nova was cut off by a knock at the door just before the knocker opened it. The woman that stood there blinked in what might have been a flash of surprise at finding both the room’s inhabitant and a man there, but the surprise was quickly stifled.

“Ryza Hale and Nova Bard, Mr. Acursio would like to see you. Please come with me.” Without a word, Ryza dropped her pencil and grabbed Cecil and put on her sunglasses, choosing to leave her sketchbook behind so she could more easily cling to Nova’s arm—which she caught ahold of the moment Nova stood and headed towards the door. The girl wanted to tell Nova the man scared her and she didn’t want to see him again, but she knew they had no choice. She belonged to the WAE, no matter how much freedom she was gaining at this point, and because of that, she had no option to choose who she did and didn’t want to see.

OOC: I feels nice to be writing for these guys again... Velo, feel free to skip to wherever you need to with Aerys, Thirteen, and The Engineer.

Socratic Sarcasm
09-29-2012, 04:34 AM
Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos (Deviant Enginez)
Highway 5
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) Velo (Simon, Daniel) Winter (The Roses)

The car ride was long, apparently. I couldn't tell, except from the way I was feeling rather refreshed after my nap after the gargoyle girl kindly shut up, as did the kid. I was feeling physically better, but as I went inside, there were several things that bugged me.

One, how in the hell did Dr. Kostovski find out about my creative abilities? I met with her what, once every two months? And she's only been the dean for a year. We had a conversation a whole six times, and she came up not only with the fact that I was an Engine Deviant, but also managed to concoct a viable plan to destroy me. If I hadn't been absolutely paranoid, always concocting plans to get out of a situation I could be trapped in, I would have been dead. It's a pity this didn't happen in my city: I not only knew the layout there, but I had all sorts of dangerous goodies in various hidey-holes that I could have used.

Still, I was feeling quite vindicated: an Engine dirty little secret is that while we plan, we tend to have to improvise more than anything else. The fact that I pulled off this off without a hitch when I was sleep depped and only had a few minutes to come up with the plan based on the layout of the place only added to the vindication.

So why was I feeling so horrid?

I walked into a dangerous situation barely prepared. I walked, with my back to the situation, and still came out on top. I managed to keep five men from arresting me or worse by shooting a single bullet.

And I killed three of them.

For crying out loud, I'm a doctor! I heal people, not hurt them! I'm not supposed to kill; as a matter of fact, Hippocrates makes it really clear that healers aren't supposed to be killers. Not to mention every law under the sun forbidding the act of killing another human being, including the human conscience.

No wonder I was feeling crappy.

I was going to continue wallowing in self pity when the Deviant the gargoyle girl called Devon answered the door. Three familiar people were standing there, trying to be cheerful. I got up, looked each of the three in the eye, and realized through my strange talent that they were the trio I found in Nexen. I also noticed a kid behind them somewhere. He was kinda familiar, kinda... it was weird. I don't know how to explain it. I didn't manage to quite make eye contact with him, though.

"This IS the junkyard you're looking for." I said, waving my right hand in front of their faces while impersonating the voice of an old man. I made the same wave to Devon's face and said in the same voice,"Let them pass." I turned my attention to them.

"So, Shiri, Kari, Silverstreak. May I have the names you go by in this world? You can call me Doc."

In retrospect, that might NOT have been my smartest move.


Dos
Sona
Aheolus (or however you spell it), Nexen
ARPers: No, Dos, that level of egotism is NOT allowed.

V was all business, apparently trying to find someone. Not someone she knew though, based on the way she was asking a tattoo (not a Tattu) she just about information about Graphix Sonas. He started off the way Doc usually did when he was on the brink of being able to explain something that interested him: gentle questioning designed to see if he really was allowed to go off on a spiel. The Sona trio was laughing about the way Kari giggled when Silverstreak moved on or off her face. I decided to add my own two cents:

"Well, I'm not exactly the single most intimidating Sona in the world either. I was actually deliberately designed like a cute video game character liked since he was my age. Except he ate everything. Anyway, V, I wish I could help you, but I really can't. To give you an idea, I look like this because this is the most complicated thing my Deviant can draw without it coming out like a misshapen mutant. And before you ask, he's an Engine. NOT a pushover one, either. But point of order, we need a cool name for the resistance team. Oh I know, you can't get any cooler than this: the Dos FAN CLUB!"

OOC: Michael is back in the interrogation room after being knocked out by Teri's blow. And I STILL can't think of a good entry for Leeroy!

Velocity
09-30-2012, 01:10 PM
Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
San Fransisco
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

"Land!" without any other warning, Shiba was clambering out of the truck. Daniel flattened himself against the seat, clutching his drawings against his chest protectively. As soon as the coast was clear, he followed suit. His legs felt stiff and shaky, his head was throbbing, and his stomach was rather unsettled. No larger car had been jacked, Daniel realized dimly; he had paid no attention to the others between his doodling and fits of stray thought from Cyrus. The Lumanx was really intruding on Daniel's consciousness that day, for whatever reason. It was getting annoying, but Daniel also felt hopeful. Could they be getting their connection back?

A building was ahead, complete with a sign that said, "Charlie's Repair and Recycling". Argeno glanced at Al, asking if she was ready to suggest their way out if their information happened to be wrong. "Of course, Argeno," was Al's reply. "I’m always ready to protect you and Shiba—you’re all I have left, and I’m going to keep you with me if it’s the last thing I ever do."

Daniel hovered behind as the three walked toward the building, suddenly feeling incredibly lonely. What was he? Only a single Deviant who may as well not have even had a Sona! Sure, these three had helped him, but they weren't his friends. They had just done what any decent person would have.

Argeno addressed the man approaching them - some guy in stained overalls. He looked rather rough around the edges, not at all neat and immaculate like most WAE were. That seemed like a good sign, although it could have meant absolutely nothing. The other Grafix asked about getting a new vehicle, which they still desperately needed.

Suddenly, another stranger strode up. "This IS the junkyard you're looking for," he said, waving a hand. "Let them pass," he said to the junkyard owner. Daniel stared at him in confusion - who was this guy? He turned his attention to the other three, whom Daniel was careful to place between himself and the newcomer. "So, Shiri, Kari, Silverstreak. May I have the names you go by in this world? You can call me Doc."

Daniel stared, absolutely dumbstruck. This world? Were those the names of their Sonas? How the hell had he even -?

A presence seemed to hover nearby. Daniel turned to see a kid about his age standing nearby. His dark hair was a mess, as were his jeans, which seemed to have machine parts sticking out of the pockets. "You idiot," muttered the kid as he watched the strange man who called himself Doc. "We want these people to trust us, you ignorant ass."

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base
ARPers: narphoenix (Michael)

Michael seemed to have been knocked out by Teri's kick; he lay at one end of the room, unconscious. For a heartbeat Teri thought to be concerned, but she knew that the boy would recover. She had more important things to do - her Sona was contacting her.

Teri, I've found out some things, said the angel in her singsong voice. The super-weapon is there. They've formed a little group - seven Sonas strong. They're looking for someone in Ahaelos.

Teri nodded along. Excellent, her mental voice was rich with appreciation. Acursio will love this.

There was a pause. I thought I felt you panicking, before, Katherine said. Is something the matter?

Certainly not, snorted Teri. Everything is under control. Keep monitoring those Sonas. I want to know of the others' combat capabilities. When - certainly not if - we send troops at them, we'll need to know how to take down those others.

Katherine murmured agreement before breaking away, leaving Teri to her own thoughts. She scribbled down another little note and handed it to one of the guards in the hall, telling him to deliver it to Acursio before locking the door once more. She then turned toward Micheal, waiting for him to come to.

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Highway 5, USA
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

Simon wasn't particularly happy about being in the driver's seat. He didn't like cars much, not to mention the fact that he was already tired and cranky. Of course, Doc was sitting there napping, but Simon had to stay awake for the length of the ride, driving the clunky car...

He would liked to have conversed with The Engineer, but his Sona seemed unfortunately busy. So Simon had to bear down and deal.

Eventually they reached their destination: a smallish, squarish building with a sign in front that noted it as belonging to a man named Charlie. Simon stepped out quickly and began to disengage his moped from the trunk. The thing still wouldn't start - hopefully Simon could pick up some parts from this 'Charlie' person.

There were already several people outside - a mechanic-type, a couple of girls, and a couple of guys, one of whom hovered at the back of the group. Simon walked over slowly, listening to Doc running his mouth again. "You idiot," he snarled under his breath, ignoring the other boy's odd glance. "We want these people to trust us, you ignorant ass."

"Who are you?" asked the other kid quietly. "My name's Daniel."

"Simon," replied Simon, nodding. "Good to meet you, I suppose."

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
'Lion-thing' and other lion-thing
Umecit, en route to Ahaelos
ARPers: That big old crowd.

Cyrus and Fury followed the group, their pawsteps light and swift as they moved from Umecit to the wild, rugged territory of Ahaelos. This was familiar terrain for both Sonas; Cyrus especially. After his escape, Cyrus had hung around Ahaelos quite a bit. He'd earned himself quite the reputation as the one who had seen the Edge.

The Edge of Nexen! The very thought sent a tingle up Cyrus's spine. Driven only by sheer willpower, alone and balanced on the knife's edge between despair and redemption, Cyrus had sought out the Edge. He had known not why; only that it felt like he must. If he had a chance of restoring his sanity, that was it. He remained convinced that the sight was all that had saved him.

“Could anyone tell me…how creative people such as Graphix get when creating something new like a creature…? Since we’re looking for one I’d want to be prepared.”

The dragon tattoo on one of the other Sonas' faces - Kari was her name - popped off of the face and into the air. "A creature?" it asked with mischief in its voice. The others began to giggle in high-pitched voices that made Fury's ears twitch.

Dos went off on his own spiel, suggesting that they name their group after him. Fury rolled her eyes and let out a small growl of annoyance.

"Are you okay?" he whispered to her. She shook her head as if to clear it. "You've been acting strangely ever since the fight."

"I'm just tired," she growled, turning her head away. "Leave me alone." Cyrus looked at her with concern glinting in his orange eyes before curving slightly away to give the lioness plenty of space. Turning to Veza, he did his best to answer her question about the Grafix.

"Well," he said, "look at me if you want an example. Grafix usually focus on good aesthetic, right? Something that looks good, probably new and colorful and different. There really are no limits whatsoever. As for the name of our little group, I don't think Dos's idea will work, no offense to you, Dos. Maybe... Ah, I have no idea. I'm not very good at coming up with names."

The Engineer
Neutral Griff-Sona
Inner Enfin
ARPers: narphoenix (Leroy) and Winter (Aerys and Thirteen)

The Engineer had managed to get the other two Sonas into the town hall, chatting with them privately for a short time to ascertain their intentions before letting them a room and excusing himself. He returned to his forge, but it wasn't long afterward that his attention was drawn again - apparently Leroy, an automaton, had been injured on patrol and he needed to be repaired in the field. The Engineer trekked toward the location, a bag full of metal for the repairs slung onto his muscular back.

Saraibre Ryu
10-25-2012, 12:11 AM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Grant's Pass, USA
ARPer's: Velocity, narphoenix, Winter

Outside had suddenly gotten rather loud. Even with my earphones on a low volume, I could hear them talking. I lifted my head slowly, my face completely covered in the shadow of my hood and bandana around my neck. Their voices were lively, something I hadn’t heard since that weird doctor happened to just find me on the highway. For some reason, I felt compelled to go outside. I slowly got up from my chair, walked across the floor and passed what was a living room, and opened the door. Outside there were several people. Several people in colour. I stood there, slowly closing the door behind me. I hadn’t seen this many active people in one place that wasn’t on the news, that weren’t being arrested. They were hear, talking, free.

It was overwhelming.

Devon stood out of his garage, cleaning his hands off with a stained rag. He looked at the Doc’s car, and the other one that I assumed belonged to the other group of strangers. I could hear music coming from somewhere. It was an incredibly low hum, but I could tell it was music.

“Oy, quiet down. This is that garage if y’all talked to Gesser.” Devon instructed, looking at Argeno, and then at his car. “Eh yeah I think I got somethin’ that don’t stick out too much. That set of wheels you got has been through tons of rough roads. Might be able to fix ‘er up too. I’ll take a look, see what I got.”

Devon turned to Doc, looking at him unimpressed. “You, enough with the quotes. I already don’t like you.”

I didn’t like him either, he knew too much already, Enginez or no Enginez.


Veza Ryngsen
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer's: That group yo.

I listened to what everyone had to say, and there was certainly a wide array of varying answers. Graphix seems more directly associated with their Sona’s creation than other Deviants were. I didn’t have much say though, I wasn’t how I originally was, and that forever left a scar on us both. Perhaps one day I would be as I was, however right now I was happy to be alive. I continued to roll along, slowly between boulders, trying not to get myself stuck between them. As I rolled over some of the smaller boulders, I felt a weird heat source from them. It was incredibly slight, but I found it odd. I slowed down and uncoiled myself, walking forward and putting my claws in the moss.

“This please is most unusual… I feel warmth from these stones.”

It wasn’t geothermal, and I wasn’t sure what it was. I looked around for any signs of some type of creature but I couldn’t find any right away.

“Does anyone else feel that we are not walking on normal ground?”


Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Velocity, Winter

Adrian sat on his chair, next to his bed. The coffee remained as it was on the counter, the smell starting to claim the air in the room. His eyes were staring through the floor and into nothing. His mind had no thoughts in it and he remained almost motionless. If someone looked at him, he almost seemed sick, trying to grasp something that wasn’t there. His breathing was silent and his pale red eyes seemed to fade just a bit more. He didn’t even look up when his assistant opened the door again, and she wasn’t fazed by him sitting there, or even noticed the spilt coffee.

“Mr. Acursio, did you need anything before your meeting today?"

Adrian didn’t answer immediately, and when he finally did answer, his voice seemed to change to something that didn’t belong to him.

“No.”

“Alright.”

She closed the door promptly behind her, leaving Adrian to his own devices. He continued to sit there, as if frozen within his own mind or caught in a tumble of vertigo at the centre of limbo. He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there for, as he wasn’t aware of anything. All of his senses were shutting off, and trying not too at the same time.

“Sss…Colo…” He muttered.

By the time he finally ‘woke’ from his state, he looked up.

“Oh…Nova and Ryza…hello.”

Winter
10-26-2012, 04:21 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Grant's Pass, USA
ARPers: Velocity, Sabi, and Nar

Before the man in overalls could speak, another approached. "This IS the junkyard you're looking for." he said, waving his right hand in front of their faces while impersonating the voice of an old man. Shiba and Argeno frowned, both stepping protectively around Al, who wrinkled her nose at the guy. None of the three liked him, and he'd only spoken a single sentence so far. The stranger made the same wave to overall guy's face and said in the same voice, "Let them pass." The taken-aback expression on Al's face (which was half-hidden by her hoodie's neck, seemed to summarize their feelings well enough: Who did this guy think he was? Overalls guy looked more like the owner than he did, so why on earth was the guy acting like he owned the place? Shiba's frown deepened, and then he turned to them.

"So, Shiri, Kari, Silverstreak. May I have the names you go by in this world? You can call me Doc." That got the strongest reaction yet. Shiba, without looking, shoved Al backward, towards Argeno, and shot forward, grabbing a fistful of the guy's lab coat.

"Those names, how do you know them?" Shiba snarled, meanwhile, Al had fallen back into Argeno hard enough to knock the earbuds out of her ears, and both 'Doc' and Al were about to get hoisted up for very different reasons when another voice broke in.

"You idiot, we want these people to trust us, you ignorant ass." This brought pause to the both Argeno and Shiba, who clearly looked torn--was this the safe place they had thought it was supposed to be, or was this a trap? In Argeno's grasp, Al squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with her earbuds now hanging from their wires at the front of her hoodie rather than being fitted snugly into her ears.

The newcomer quickly introduced himself to Daniel while Shiba, Al, and Argeno stood frozen, their better judgement screaming at them that this was a trap and that they needed to run...and then the guy in the overalls started talking.

“Oy, quiet down. This is that garage if y’all talked to Gesser," he said, looking at Argeno, still holding the smaller girl of the group by her shoulders, a look of discomfort steadily growing on Al's face, and then over to the cars. “Eh yeah I think I got somethin’ that don’t stick out too much. That set of wheels you got has been through tons of rough roads. Might be able to fix ‘er up too. I’ll take a look, see what I got.” Argeno was too confused to say that he would love to have the Clinker get a fix-up, it was old and he loved the cars to death, but he was still baffled by the contrast between Doc and the others remarks.

Overalls guy then turned turned his attention to Doc. “You, enough with the quotes. I already don’t like you.”

"That makes most of us, I would think," Shiba grumbled, still keeping hold of the fistful of fabric she had, attention focused on the doctor no one so far seemed to like, while Argeno suddenly caught sight of another who had come out to join the group--another who wore no color, except for maybe the bandanna around their neck, and whose face was hidden from view. Al trembled, fighting not to throw a fit over her loss of music, but the tension around her prevented her from shoving the earbuds back in her ears, and Argeno's attention was now totally taken up by the person whose presence screamed WAE.

Which was why when Al began to sing, he nearly dropped her. "It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine/ You can't down it with your eyes/ So we don't need the headlines/ No, we don't want your headlines/ We just want..." Al's tiny voice had started just murmuring the words, but they quickly got louder and more steady sounding. The irony was amazing, as he recognized the song, and knew the rest of it--it was one of Al's favorite "freedom anthems" or sorts, and she had a thing for Paramore. A lot of songs of theirs were pieces of irony in this situation... Argeno just hoped someone would either explain that they were safe or try and attack them already. This was too confusing.


Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: The big group

Kari snorted at the floating blue ball's suggestion of a team name. "Because that's totally not self-centered," she shot, rolling her eyes. Beside her, Shiri shrugged.

"Hey, at least he's honest, if a bit annoying," she said, brushing a bit of hair back behind her ear. Then she looked up as Veza unrolled herself, seemingly intrigued by something.

“This please is most unusual… I feel warmth from these stones," she said, looking around. “Does anyone else feel that we are not walking on normal ground?” Kari, Silverstreak, and Shiri all swiveled their heads around, scanning for any sign of danger before Shiri crouched down to put her hand against the rocks.

"Well, it's warm, but I have no idea why... I've never left Umecit, so I'm clueless," the Siren murmured. Silverstreak let out a mental sigh.

"I've heard of creatures stumbling across castles of ice around here and sometimes in Inanu, but not anything like this..." the dragon said slowly.


Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: N/A

The pair kept silent as they walked down the hall, following the woman. Ryza observed that she didn't seem to bother checking behind her to make sure that she and Nova kept up with her pace. She was WAE, what did she really care? Ryza just barely prevented herself from snorting at her own mental response. What did she care? Probably not much; whether they followed or got lost, it would most likely be the same to her.

She glanced up in time to see Nova chewing on his bottom lip almost nervously before they arrived at a door not much different than any other in the hall. "Mr. Acursio is just inside, knock when you are ready to enter," she told them primly before leaving them standing in front of the door.

"Are you okay, Nova?" Ryza asked, noting he was still chewing on his bottom lip. Nova jumped slightly before looking at her and nodding.

"Yes, I'm just fine...just a bit nervous," he muttered in reply, shaking his head. "Come on, let's not push this back any farther," he said as he knocked gently. He received no response. Nova tried again, louder this time, and still got no response. After a third, rather loud knock, he opened the door, frowning. Was something wrong?

"Mr. Acursio?" he called softly as her entered, Ryza following. She felt that as though any moment, alarms would start going off, as though they had done something wrong... Except no alarms went off. In fact, Adrian Acursio didn't even respond. He sat unresponsive in a chair by a bed, the smell of coffee filling the room. "Mr. Acursio?" Nova repeated, spotting him, and then he froze.

"Is he okay...?" Ryza whispered, Nova shook his head.

"I have no idea, Ryza," he replied before trying again. "Mr.--" He stopped speaking as Adrian lifted his head to see them standing there.

“Oh…Nova and Ryza…hello.” Ryza jumped as though he had shouted, looking unnerved. Nova winced as she tightened her grip on his arm further, almost digging her nails into his arm through his lab coat.

"We were told you wanted to see us, sir?" Nova said, looking a bit surprised himself, but otherwise, he gave nothing away.


Aerys and Thirteen
Inner Enfin
ARPer's: N/A...I think?

Thirteen paced across the room impatiently. "First he sends people after us, accuses us of terrorizing chameleons, and then chats us up before going 'Here's a room, have fun,' and leaving us here?" the vampire asked agitatedly. Aerys watched her from her seat cross-legged on the floor.

"He seems to be the leader figure here, he must be busy," the Guardian replied, shrugging. Thirteen looked annoyed.

"Yes, but still...ugh, I hate this."

"It isn't like we're prisoners, Thirteen. We aren't locked in; we could leave if we really wanted to," Aerys pointed out softly, tilting her head as Thirteen strode across the floor one way and then the next.

"And? They're a resistance group. Who we need to be hanging around with, really. We can't just leave now that we've found them, " Thirteen countered, Aerys sighed.

"We could leave the room if you wanted. You're going to wear a track in the floor if you keep it up," the robotic girl grumbled.


Mao Masuyo, Hanbei, and Takumi "Kanon" Atsushi
Deviant Scribz, Tungz, and Fabz
Shibuya, Japan
ARPers: N/A right now

"I need to see Kanon," the man grumbled, gesturing to the door next to her. Mao Masuyo just gave the man an infuriating smile and leaned in close to his face.

"News flash, everyone wants to see Kanon these days," she shot back over the sound of the radio by her feet, blasting unauthorized music from a hijacked channel. It ricocheted off the walls of the hallway and created an almost eerie effect, and quite a humorous one as well, considering the line of people that had been crammed in the hallway earlier. "Who do you think everyone is here to see?" she asked him. "They certainly didn't head into an abandoned building looking for a party."

"I could swat you away like a fly, little girl," the larger man threatened, and Mao let out a sharp laugh, careful not to throw her head back when she did for fear of knocking the green chin-cut wig off her head, despite the fact half a hood held it in place.

She took care to push the delicate-looking fake glasses up her nose before she spoke again. "You're a Tattu? Thanks for volunteering the info; I now know the best strategy to use against you. Size and ability won't help you fight me; just sit down and wait your turn, strongman." The man let out an animalistic growl in reply, and that was the end of it.

"Come on now, let's take it easy," a soft voice commanded as a boy only slightly shorter than Mao rose from a collapsible chair on the other side of the radio. "If you would just have some patience, and stop trying to pick a fight with the lovely lady, Kanon will see you as soon as he's done taking his current commission. Until then, please calm down and wait patiently," he suggested warmly, punctuating the sentence with a smile. For a moment, the other man looked confused, and then he shook his head and stepped away from Mao, re-joining the last few people looking to order outfits from 'Kanon.' She wondered if he even realized he had just been ordered around by a Tungz. Mao glanced over at the boy, wishing they could go home so she could get both her wig and his off. Hanbei didn't look right with a blond bob and electric blue eyes. She wasn't a fan of commission days, but they were a necessary evil to keep paying the bills, unfortunately. This meant that for the next few days, Takumi would be holed up in the basement of the house they shared, and she would be pestering him to come up for air every few hours.

Her housemate was dedicated to his work, and she was dedicated to her role as mother hen of the trio. Hanbei would complain they didn't see him enough in those next few days, too, but that just meant she would have more of an excuse to drag Takumi up, or maybe they would all put in a little bit of time down in the basement with him--they both knew enough of Takumi's process to know how to produce clothes on their own, even though Takumi never actually let them.

"Thanks," she murmured to Hanbei, and the boy inclined his head.

"You're welcome," he murmured back returning to his chair and becoming a ball of hoodies and shirts and a single heavy coat--he looked homeless, Mao thought, and then shook her head. No, there was no need for thoughts like that, she didn't need to jinx their luck. With that, the girl was left to lean against the doorframe and drown in the j-pop that flowed through the speakers of the raddio by her feet until Takumi came out and told her they were done or until the WAE took the station back. Mao figured Takumi would be done before the station was.

OOC: WHOO! Long post! ...and an odd intro to Takumi and crew.

EDIT: Also, that song al is singing; it's "Born for This" by Paramore, the chourus, to be exact.

Socratic Sarcasm
11-17-2012, 12:23 AM
Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos
Enginez Deviant
The guy’s house
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) Velo (Simon, Daniel) Winter (The Roses)

Great. Now I was pushed up against a wall by a little girl orders of magnitude stronger than I was. Not only that, but the allies I was supposed to be making were all suspicious of me. While I was trying to come up with a way to put their worries to rest, my larynx and tongue decided to, upon seeing my foot in my mouth, conspire to shove it down my poor esophagus.

“For crying out loud, if you’re going to be paranoid, at least be thorough about it. Through your halfassedness, you missed no less than seven ways I could have killed, disabled, or captured everyone in that truck between the time you got out and the time you decided get all scawwyyyy.” Of course I had to use the patronizing baby voice, because I wasn’t already Mariana Trench deep in my own crap already,”I mean, how do you know I don’t have a knife in my sleeve? Or a a gun in my lab coat? Or even explosives on my person?” All these were, of course, true, but I knew I wasn’t going to use them against her.

I was still rebooting the connection between my brain and my speech when I heard the mechanic’s remark and Supergirl’s reply. I instantly put cheer into my voice as I said,“That’s good; I wouldn’t want my life to change too much. And it’s appropriate, too; I really wouldn’t mind if basically everyone on Earth dropped mysteriously, so rest assured that I really don’t like any of you either. It’s not personal, though. Now, with this piece of information, you may wonder why I seek an alliance with people, and why I decided to curse YOU with my presence. Well that’s simple: while I don’t like you, I must confess a certain loathing for the Wicked Apathetic Evilness that transcends my normal dislike for humanity. I mean they keep me from pacing! How dare they keep me from my pacing?! So as long as you’re working to make them all die, suffer, and die, I’m perfectly fine with working with you, kinda like most people wear socks when their feet are really cold even though they’re slippery and stifling.”

“Now, as to how I know your names Over There. That’s simple, really: you told me. Granted, it was in the Land of Dreams, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was you who told me. I’ve always wondered about the differentiation between Sona and person, in fact: what are we if not our thought, and what are our Sonas if not their epitome?”



Dos
Sona
Aheolus (or however you spell it), Nexen
ARPers: No, Dos, that level of egotism is NOT allowed.

I heard the girls in the trio making smartass remarks, and I was about to demonstrate that living with an Engine in your head made you a master at them when V spoke, mentioning something about... warmth in the stones?

Warmth in the stones? I thought to myself. I could barely believe it, until I reached out with my telekinesis and felt the rocks in my mind. I didn't move them: it was like putting a hand on something. Sure enough, the rocks were warm. Far warmer than the environment. I began thinking aloud, hoping the others might be able to pick something that would fit from the ideas I was tossing out as they formed.

"I primarily hung around in Enfin, so I can't really say with confidence how things work in Aheolus. I've seen Sonas with enough power to make the air around them warm, but if that was the answer, our bodies' heats would have altered the temperature now. It's as though there's a huge reservoir of substance at that temperature around the stones, geothermal?, but obviously we're lifting them up without a temperature change, so that isn't it. Perhaps something is continuously pumping in power at the same rate as the stones are losing it? But that's a waste of energy. A lot of it." I thought of something that Doc was bouncing around a few weeks ago,"Guys, my Deviant likes to study Nexen in his spare time. He has a whole hidden library on the subject. Not all in one place, though." And definitely not in his house. He'd been preparing for capture for a while, out of sheer paranoia than anything else, and he did NOT need those found,"He said that it's theoretically possible to construct a place as a Sona. He mentioned though, that it would take quite a bit of power to do it, because the Sona would have to be large enough to be immobile. That amount of power could be radiating from the stones the Sona is rooted in. But why would anyone want to deliberately make an immobile Sona? It takes a lot of power for not much of a benefit. Unless you count control of the area it's in. Well, the area it IS. Hmm..."

Michael Mikulak
Tungz Deviant
WAE HQ Interrogation Room #44
ARPers: Velo (Teri)

I was actually awake before I was awake.

You may wonder what I mean by that. It's simple, really. I feigned sleep after I woke up from getting knocked out to ensure that I had my emotions under control before I spoke, then to observe Teri (if only through hearing) recover and form a plan as to how exactly I was going to strike next.

In case you're wondering, the emotion I was trying to conceal was not rage. It was glee. Now, I was only twelve, so let me assure you that I had no sexual tastes yet, masochistic, sadistic, or otherwise. But that didn't mean I couldn't be happy with the fact that Teri had walked right into my emotional trap. Rule number one of interrogations: always remain in control of your emotions. You lose that, you lose. End of story.

When I was under control and my head stopped thumping wildly, I pulled myself up and into my chair. I studied Teri, and I noticed she was acting as though nothing had happened. As though she was the one still in control.

I was going to shatter that delusion right about... now.

"Miss Maverick, you just came in here, all gung-ho, trying to act like your normal arrogant despicable self. But Teri," I twisted the word into something sickly sweet,"if a couple of notes from a child whose specialty isn't even music brought you to your knees, what would songs, PLURAL, do to you? You say that if I sing again, you'll break everything I don't need to speak. But here's the thing: if I can speak, I can sing. And if I sing, guess what I'm going to do when singing has already proven to be so effective? Oh, not now. I just need to wait. Now, since you have done me the courtesy of dropping the act, Miss Maverick, I will do you the same kindness. You see, I'm not like most Devs. Most Devs think, no, HOPE, that the WAE can be redeemed. But I am of the firm opinion they can't. You know why? Because to be able to redeem something, it has to be human. And there are no humans among the WAE, only vermin, to be exterminated. I think I've been doing a pretty good job as an exterminator so far. What say you?”

Me, vicious? Never.

Leeroy
Colossus Sona
Engineer’s Place, Enfin
ARPers: Velo (Engineer), Winter indirectly (Aerys and 13)

I came from the lines holding my arm.

I don’t mean I was holding it like a baby. I mean I was holding it, in my other hand, because it had fallen off.

On the other hand, I was happy. I had just come back from a raid, and killed about 15 WAEs. Not my best, but not bad, either. I still felt like crap, though. I mean, I was falling apart. Not joking. My leg was about to come off due this one snake’s bite, and if I wasn’t a machine, I would have passed out from the pain and the poison. But at least the fight was fun.

Hopefully, the Engie would be able to patch me up. At least, he’s done it the past five times I’ve lost limbs. Heh. Once, he even made me a new one. I don’t think he was happy about it, though. Michael wasn’t. Michael told me to stop acting like an idiot every time I fight. I told him that I fought in the only someone should fight: with pure rage. I told him that when I fought, I didn’t need to think.

The brat said that that was good, since I didn’t know how to think. I was annoyed, but didn’t talk to him further about that.

‘Course, that was weeks ago. Now the brat was fighting his way, with his words. Words. Never cared much for ‘em. I just prefer to bash heads. You can’t talk if you don’t have a head.

I barely made it into the workshop before my leg fell off and I fell on my ass. I then waited for the guy who was gonna fix me up.

OoC: Leeroy's post was annoying. I had to make an active effort to dumb down my words. Michael's given the pass that his mother would always use big words, so he picked them up, but Leeroy's kinda dumb. Not a complete idiot, but he doesn't exactly read Dr. Zhivago in the original Russian in his spare time either.

Velocity
12-02-2012, 07:14 PM
Daniel Redrock
Deviant Graphix
Grant's Pass.
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

Daniel turned to his new acquaintance. "How does he know all these names?" the Grafix hissed. "What's going -"

He stopped as Shiba slammed the doctor against a wall, demanding to know where the latter had gotten those names. Daniel took a step back, not wanting to get involved in the fighting. Simon merely rolled his eyes and pulled his tatty red hoodie closer to his bony frame. "That man is a moron," he muttered low enough for only Daniel to hear. "And that chick's going to gouge his flipping eyes out if he doesn't watch himself."

"Oy, quiet down," the mechanic groused, looking critically at Argeno's car. "This is that garage if y’all talked to Gesser. Eh, yeah I think I got somethin’ that don’t stick out too much. That set of wheels you got has been through tons of rough roads. Might be able to fix ‘er up too. I’ll take a look, see what I got." He proceeded to glare at the lab-coated man. "You," he growled. "Enough with the quotes. I already don't like you."

The good (-at-annoying-everyone) doctor was talking again: "I’ve always wondered about the differentiation between Sona and person, in fact," he said, "what are we if not our thought, and what are our Sonas if not their epitome?”

Daniel looked at Doc curiously; the words made him wonder about his predicament with Cyrus. The epitome of our thoughts... Surely that wasn't right. Surely Sonas were their own, unique beings? If that wasn't true, Daniel was likely insane - unable to communicate with his own thoughts! He sighed, wishing for the thousandth time that he could just have a normal conversation with his Sona like everyone else.

'Normal'. The irony of that word put a faint smile on his face.

Theresa Maverick
WAE Tuner
Ambiguous WAE Base.
ARPers: narphoenix (Michael)

Teri glared at the boy as she watched him rise. Calm, she thought. If he decided to sing again, she was going to beat him within an inch of his barely-lived life, that was certain; but she wasn't going to use that tactic otherwise unless it became necessary. So she merely listened, doing her best to hear the words but let the tones bounce off her, as the boy spoke.

She was silent for a long time as she chewed the words over in her head, not replying immediately. Given her partnership with the ever manipulative, domineering Domini, Teri had learned much better than most how to deal with a Tungz and was now putting this knowledge to use. Forget the tone; analyze the words under a lens of facts. If you believe what he says, you're going to lose.

With a deep breath, Teri began, "First of all, you seem to be suffering from the delusion that I am afraid of you, which - surprise, surprise - I am not. Now, if I'm speaking honestly, I will admit that you have been a thorn in our side for a long time. But I do find it quite ironic that you call me arrogant. I think you’ve badly exaggerated your own importance. You are one child and the WAE fill the world. We are a force that you, for all of your gilt-tongued eloquence, cannot stop, and you’re a fool for thinking otherwise. And as for your talk of ‘redemption’, do you genuinely think that I care to be ‘redeemed’? Perhaps the WAE aren’t human. To err is to be human, and since that is the case I would prefer to be evolved beyond that meager standard and be something else, something more, instead."

Simon Pruitt
Deviant Enginez
Grant's Pass.
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter_Cherry (Al, Shiba, and Argeno)

Simon rolled his eyes as Doc blathered, clapping his fingers against his thumb like flapping gums. Seriously, why did he insist on digging his own grave? Then he stepped forward into the fray, putting up his hands as if to separate Doc and the girl who held him, but without touching either. "Listen," he said firmly, looking into Shiba's eyes. "I sincerely apologize for my... Um, I don't even know what to call this guy. Anyway, he's being a jerk. Sorry.” He sighed. “Now listen. I know that we all don’t trust each other in the slightest, and that’s fine. Great. Do what you want. But I’m just going to say that we don’t have any reason to be fighting right now. So, please kindly stop. Otherwise we’re never going to get anything done.”

He stepped back a bit, tensed to intervene again if either of them made a move. “Anyway, my name’s Simon, for those of you who don’t know. Hi.”

Ayami Chiyoko
Deviant Tattu
Shibuya, Japan
ARPers: None at the moment

Ayami stood back to admire her work: a white crane in flight, surrounded by rainbow colors, painted on the side of a hotel. Wonderful. With a satisfied smile, she tossed her cans of spray-paint into her backpack and hopped off the crate she'd been standing on. She danced down the streets, wishing that the WAE could see how beautiful it all was: all the Deviants milling about. It was an uncertain situation, to be sure, but Ayami was undaunted. The WAE will not take back this city!

Cyrus Nelvenmig and Fury
'Lion-thing' and other lion-thing
Umecit, en route to Ahaelos
ARPers: Hem.

As Fury lagged behind the group, lost in thoughts, she heard Veza talking about warmth in the stones below them. Curious, Fury placed her pads on the rocks; certainly enough, she felt a faint heat radiating from them. I have to pay better attention, she chided herself.

"Does anyone else feel that we are not walking on normal ground?" Veza ventured. Fury didn't bother to reply; you were never walking on normal ground in Ahaelos.

Shiri, Silverstreak, and Kari didn't seem to have answers. Dos began to ramble; Fury was careful to follow his rantings, but he wasn't making much sense. "An immobile Sona?" she growled. "That sounds pretty much pointless."

"Maybe not," said Cyrus. Fury looked up at him, her ears raised in surprise; he sounded spooked. "I may be going crazy here, but... Dos, if you're right about this Sona's creator wanting to control a whole area... The people who would be doing that are not people that we want to meet, I think. And if the WAE is as far as Ahaelos..." he broke off, shaking his head.

The Engineer
Neutral Griff-Sona
Enfin
ARPers: narphoenix (Leeroy)

Leeroy was waiting for the Engineer in the latter's workshop. The flame-cloaked griffin heaved a sigh at the sight of the automaton, lying on the floor with a leg missing and one arm holding the other one.

"I thought I told you to be careful," the Engineer said, inspecting the dents and rents all over the gold body. He looked at the place where Leeroy's leg had been not too long ago. "Most if not all of the joints and wires in your leg have been corroded. Some I can fix, but some I'll have to replace. The arm..." he paused to give the shoulder joint a once-over. "The arm will be much easier to fix. A few severed wires, but the more complicated bits seem to have survived."

Saying this, he got to work, beginning to reattach the broken-off limb.

Nadi
Crane Sona
Ahaelos
ARPers: None at the moment

Far above Ahaelos, Nadi flew, enjoying the sight of the rolling land before her, savoring the feeling of the wind in her feathers. This was the way life should be: no worries or dangers. No enemies crawling around, trying to taint the world's colors with dingy gray.

After a short while, Nadi noticed a group of Sonas on the ground - a large group. She frowned; that meant trouble most of the time. The sight of a hulking, robotic dragon didn't help much to assuage the fortuneteller's fears. Wary of being spied, she landed on a tall rock and watched them in an attempt to figure out who they were and what their purpose was.

Saraibre Ryu
12-09-2012, 11:56 PM
Amiel Sable
Deviant Tuner
Grant's Pass, Junkyard, USA
ARPer's: Everyone at the junkyard

The only real reason I stuck around was because of the first thing I saw; Doctor Knowsitall being held up by some other new guy that I had no idea who it was. Well he already got brownie points for doing something I hadn’t the time to do earlier. Hell I almost giggled at it, but it was only the thought of a thought of doing it. I hadn’t laughed in years, and I had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen for a long time to come. Recovering as the sole survivor of the worst mental epidemic of all time didn’t exactly happen as fast as playing Row Row Row Your Boat. As I watched, slightly out of amusement and for the sake of knowing while no one noticed I was there, hopefully… it seemed that no one else liked the big bad doctor. Excellent, I wasn’t as insane as I thought I was, though was disappointed that one of the first Enginez I meet after coming back is this ego inflated ass who would suffocate everyone in Devon’s small living room if he so much as stood in the doorway. Every sentence of his was slowly starting to piss me off, whereas what anyone else said, made me less so.

I felt my head snap in another direction. Why? Someone was staring at me. In face, a couple people were. So much for not being noticed… One of them, I could see ear buds hanging out of her hood, and I could hear the music from them. Music that I wasn’t playing…

People… talking… colour… music that wasn’t mine…

I could feel my brain shutting down, as if it wanted to hide. I couldn’t let it, no, it wasn’t going to hide away. I kept staring at the one girl, pushing the door completely open while I had an audience of sorts. I didn’t move, as standing still was a good skill of mine thanks to going under, as I called it. It was as if she never saw someone afflicted with the condition in her life, or at least, had no expectation of seeing one. I didn’t like that prospect too much, but what made it worse was that she started singing.

Singing.

I stopped, and listened. I knew what the song was, and which part, who it was done by. However, I had to pause at the sheer confusion of someone performing what would be considered a martyr’s act in the modern rules of society at the sight of one person who looked like they were of WAE. I didn’t stop staring at this girl, for reasons beyond my current understanding. Either she was really good at singing, and this was a defensive reaction in order to stun people with guns, or it was a fear reaction that would make the people with those guns, shoot her. Great, now I either had a walking bullet magnet or a deadly siren. Or both, both would have been just… fantastic… because we definitely needed something like that to keep low key. I was going to go with the bullet magnet on this one because it was really looking like a fear reaction that Rambo on the right of me could have dealt with. Then again, the guy with a master’s degree in ego inflation and assery seemed to be distracting everyone else from the fact that this girl, was pretty much committing borderline suicide, if it were anywhere else, but here. As she continued to sing, I pulled out my phone slash mp3, whatever they were called these days. I found the song, the same version she was singing. I timed it correctly to her lines, the beat, and rhythm of what would be if we had a full set of instruments. The device was on mute, but as I turned it up, slowly, the song timed up perfectly with the girl’s words. I held up my phone as I increased the volume, making it clear as to what I was doing.

Sure as hell no WAE, or even a moderate Tuner could do what I just did. Before I could respond, the Ego Master’s words finally hit my ears. I took in what he said, and it echoed in a hollow of my mind. I slowly turned to him, walking up to him with deadly intent, as if he wasn’t off the ground thanks to Rambo over there, I would have run him over.

“Suffer and die… Suffer…and die? You ignorant, self centered, egotistical, son of a bitch… the only reason your nose isn’t broken right now is because someone else is going to beat me too it, and I need my hands for playing music. Everyone of WAE suffers, everyone. Having your very mind ripped apart like some twisted biology lab, and examined, isolated and burned away with the dull, unending imprisonment of depression, lack of motivation, and loss while your Sona has no way to contact you… No way to keep you company, and no way to save you while they are broken down, thrown into a hell hole that alters their appearance and personality to sever the link that you created with your very heart and soul… You don’t call that, suffering? You don’t call that a death of its own kind? No one, on this damn planet knows for sure, what their Sona looks like; it always slightly deviates from what actually is because they develop in their own way, as to people. WAE takes that familiarity away and only leaves a ghost of what was behind. There is nothing to grasp for because who they were, is frozen and annihilated from your reach, erased from what you know. Your horizon is obliterated, leaving you with no safe haven. You endure torture, alone. You are murdered from the inside, alone. If you don’t call that suffering and death, then you are the most pathetic excuse for an existing, breathing thing I’ve ever had the displeasure to come across.”

You don’t get away with pissing me off.

“I don’t know why I’m so special to have recovered from the apocalypse that is slowly growing to full completion across the globe. I’ve been hailed as some kind of savior, and I’ve been accused of everyone else’s problems, and even for all of WAE happening. I’m not WAE, and I’m not a true Deviant anymore, so I’m the odd one out. I’m a shadow, that’s all I am. I endured everything that these people had to go through, and I know that it’s different for everyone. So if you dare… suggest anything about such things again… I will go out of my way to make you feel the pain that this planet, and Nexen itself are feeling, and don’t think I don’t have the ability to do so…”

I turned after staring at him for a bit, burning holes into him. I headed back to the door, stopping briefly.

“Veza may have chosen your Sona’s, but that doesn’t mean I trust any of you. This side, is a whole other story.”

I slammed the door behind me, hard, and returned to the table I was sitting at previously. I wanted less, and less to do with these people the more I thought about it. I didn’t have to work with these people if Veza had to deal with their Sona’s.

Veza Ryngsen
Ahaelos, Nexen
ARPer's: That group yo.


I was far too distracted by the heat that I kept feeling from the ground to pay much attention to anyone else. For some reason I was drawn to it, and it felt it was incredibly far down. I wanted to say we were walking over a volcanic vein, but that wasn’t possible if it wasn’t geothermal. Even a geyser gave off that kind of energy, that’s what made the water hot. I got on all fours to try and see if I could determine the source of the heat, maybe what it was. The moss between my claws threw me off a bit, but it was unusually soft, and dare I say, comfortable. I tried to create friction between the particles down below to trace back the heat, which was difficult to do when your specialty was making things explode.

That didn’t stop it from happening though. Before I knew it, earth and stone struck my face in a liquid fashion, temporarily blinding me as I tried to jump back. My neck and head followed through with the motion I was attempting to make, however my claws did not move from their placement. I pulled as hard as I could but they refused to move. Beyond twitching, I was trapped within the rocks, trying vigorously to free myself by jerking it out of the ground.

Then the ground pulled back.

Something was trying to pull me into the ground, and whatever it was gave off such incredible heat, I knew I would have received heavy burns if not for my scaly armor. A warm grip took a hold of my ankles, leaving only my tail and wings free. I whipped my tail around and flapped my wings, but all that did was kick up more dust and debris. I could barely see what was going on around me, but all I could hear, was moaning, and the sound of rocks grinding together. The level of heat around us was increasing dramatically, and I could feel something, trying to grab for my right wing. What I saw, was a hand, created entirely out of a skeleton of engraved, glowing stones, with tendons of roots reaching for whatever they could find.

Whatever limbs couldn’t grab anything lifted their bodies out of the ground. Some were quadrupeds, some hexapeds, others looked like large arachnids, and some as a more classic looking golem. Each one were made out of the earth and wood, some bearing trees that had grown on them from the surface, others were missing a limb, or head entirely. Their engravings on their stones were all different, all in different shades of red, orange and copper. While I wasn’t being attacked other than having these things try to bury me alive, those that weren’t trapped were rushed by the rest. What was worse is that they didn’t even care if they crashed into each other, as one limb fell off; it only reassembled itself in a matter of seconds.

I couldn’t hear them, but they were all chanting something.

Adrian Acursio
WAE
WAE HQ
Affected RPer's: Winter


Adrian seemed confused by Nova’s earlier question about whether he was okay or not, or, did he even ask that question at all? The albino wasn’t sure, in fact he wasn’t sure why he did call Ryza here in the first place, or Nova. All he remembered was the coffee. He slowly looked over at it, unnervingly slow, and stared at it. There was a towel nearby, and he slowly got up, grabbed it, and set it on the spill, moving his left hand in circles even more slowly than he had gotten up to clean up the mess. Adrian was silent the entire time. Once he was finished, he picked up the towel, and stared at it for a while, as if he was straining to find a detail that wasn’t there.

“…am I okay?” He repeated Nova’s earlier question, in a rather high strung voice, not directed at his guests. “I think I am okay…I think—oh, yes Nova, Ryza. I did call you… for something…”

Adrian kept holding the caffeine soaked fabric in his hand as he walked back over towards them, closing the door behind them. Meandering back in front of them, almost in a fashion as if he were possessed, he sat back down in his chair.

“I apologize… I am recovering from a rather abrupt headache. No one can see or hear us in here.” He explained, looking at the towel in his hand, and then holding it up to the caretaker. “Nova…can you tell me what colour you see? You may answer whenever you like.”

He held it up in silence, wondering if Nova would answer him or not. His expression was blank, and his tone was completely emotionless and nothing of that of an accusation. After waiting awhile, he slowly put the towel down, and hung it over one of the arms of his chair. His attention turned to Ryza, of who he looked at slightly differently than Nova, and if you were just that analytical, it almost looked like it was out of desperation.

“Ryza, I need to ask you a favor.” He told her quietly. “I would like you to try and do, what you did to those scientists that held you, and do it to me.”

Adrian was completely serious with his request, and his demeanour did not falter.

Winter
12-16-2012, 05:27 AM
Allen Whiteflower, Shiba Set, and Argeno Balk
Deviant Tungz, Tattu, and Graphix
Grant's Pass, USA
ARPers: Velocity, Sabi, and Nar

Al quieted the moment the other woman turned her music on, shattering the tension and flooding her world with glorious sound again. She slipped through Argeno's grasp like a fish and put her earphones back into her ears as though nothing had happened to begin with. "Sorry," she murmured to her friend. "Earbuds came out, couldn't help it." Argeno looked at her with sad eyes--she had been this way for as long as he had known her. Always living on music that played in the background, that partly blocked the world out.

He was about to tell her it wasn't a problem; wouldn't have been if the other guy hadn't decided to use their Sonas' names to begin with, but that was when said "other guy" decided to open his mouth and make everyone mad again. Particularly the woman who it now seemed was the Deviant who had escaped WAE control...the same one who had played music for Al.

She whirled on the one everyone seemed to dislike in a moment and began shouting about what it was like to be under WAE influence. Argeno watched as Al's face pinched up, like the girl was going to burst into tears. As the woman finished her rant, Al watched her move back to the building she had come from. "And now that moron's gone and upset the reason we have hope... I'm going after her," she murmured before taking off after her.

"Al--" he started, but the girl just shook her head before his attention was drawn back to his raging girlfriend.

"You know, I don't think we'll get along at all, then." Shiba's voice was glacial when she spoke. She regarded Simon with a glance before fixing her gaze back on Doc. "Now I have a reason to want to fight him," she said flatly. Suddenly one of her hands released its grasp on Doc's coat and struck, hand in a fist, out at the man's face. This done, she dropped her hold on him and stepped away.

Once again, her gaze landed on Simon, who had since offered his name. "Shiba, my name is Shiba," she growled before stalking back to a pale-faced Argeno. Her hand reached up to play with the zipper of her jacket, pulling it down slightly to reveal a collar of tattoos before she seemed to think better and yanked it up, hiding Argeno's work away again. Her eyes moved to Devon this time. "How often to you get WAE coming through here?" she asked him warily.

Al stepped into the house on light feet. It was a habit that died hard, even around other people she knew weren't going to hurt her. She just didn't like stepping into buildings she wasn't familiar with, however she couldn't leave the woman alone, either. She wasn't sure if it was discovery that the woman had music on her that drew her to the woman, or her earlier outburst, but she refused to just let her go off alone. Being alone never solved anything...well, at least, for her it hadn't. When she found the woman sitting at a table in one of the rooms, the girl stopped.

What on earth was she supposed to say? Al had no idea.

"You play music, you said?” The words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Oddly enough, now that one had heard her singing voice come out strong and clear for a few moments, Al’s speaking voice probably sounded similar to that of a small child’s. “My big brother was a Tuner, but he had the leadership ability of a Tungz. He had a drum set he pulled together out of plastic buckets and wooden dowels—when he played was the only time I didn’t have to have earbuds in,” she said absently, looking all around the room at everything but Amiel. “Because something in me hasn’t been right since the WAE took my parents. I can no longer go without earbuds wedged in place, half-drowning out the world. It drives me crazy if I don’t.” She finally looked at Amiel before pulling up a chair and sitting down. "You might not trust us, but some of us want to trust you, you know? Want to trust that we might be able to make a change."

Shiri Namida, Kari Penn, and Silverstreak Watermark
Umecit, Nexen
ARPers: The big group

The trio watched as Veza seemed to preoccupy herself with trying to inspect the ground more closely. They watched as what appeared to be liquified ground shot up and came into contact with the Sona's face. She tried to jerk back, but none of her came off the ground. "What the--?" Kari breathed as suddenly Veza began to be pulled into the ground. "Everyone, get back!" she shouted, mind reeling. Around them, the heat was rising more and more, and Veza's attempts to free herself kicked up more dust a debris, dropping visibility quickly. Kari swore and Shiri shuddered as the heat continued to rise.

"I'm going to turn into vapor if the heat keeps rising!" Shiri shouted, looking frantically around to find something to stop herself from boiling away.

"Ugh, fantastic--you're going to turn into a vapor cloud and I'm going to sweat to death, then," Kari muttered. Silverstreak pulled himself free of her skin once more as some of the attackers pulled themselves out of the ground.

"It looks as if you might be able to make use of yourself, Shiri," Silverstreak observed. "The creatures appear to have plants attached to them...or at least some do. Maybe if you can get close enough to them you can pull water from them?"

Kari grinned crookedly. "Looks like baseball tactics again, then?" she asked. In response, Silverstreak shot forward and hooked onto a skeleton-looking creature came towards them.

Ryza Hale and Nova Bard
WAE Graphix and Enginez
WAE HQ
ARPers: Sabi

The pair watched Adrian with wide, unnerved eyes as he didn't answer them at first, but moved to clean up a coffee spill neither had noticed before. This he did very slowly. When the man finally did answer, he sounded like he had lost his mind. Ryza further attempted to hide herself behind Nova.

After cleaning the spill he moved about the room for a while more, oddly seemingly both with and without purpose. "Nova," Ryza whispered uncomfortably, but the man shushed her and tried to pat her arm reassuringly.

“I apologize… I am recovering from a rather abrupt headache. No one can see or hear us in here.” A headache had caused his actions? That was what he was claiming? Ryza suspected he was lying, but his actions were unsettling her more and more. Things were starting to make less sense to her, but she knew it was a bad thing when he spoke again. “Nova…can you tell me what colour you see? You may answer whenever you like.”

Nova stiffened like he had been electrocuted. The head of the WAE wanted to know what color something was? How much stranger was the man going to get. When he didn't answer immediately, Adrian put the coffee-stained cloth on of his chair arms. At that point, he turned his attention to Ryza.

“Ryza, I need to ask you a favor.” He told her quietly. “I would like you to try and do, what you did to those scientists that held you, and do it to me.” The girl let out a gasp, things starting to further fly out of focus. Why would anyone--

"Sir, have you lost your mind?" Nova asked, putting himself between Adrian and Ryza, who was now trembling. "There are some things you simply don't ask Ryza to do; trying out her ability isn't one I advise." Not that the man would listen. Something in Ryza recognized his odd requests as making a backwards sort of sense. The stress and worry that was building up in her wasn't letting her think along normal lines anymore. She could tell he wanted to figure something out, and for some strange reason, she decided to give the man what he wanted.

The girl stepped around Nova, who started at her action.

"Sir, it's coffee-colored. Brown. Now please--" he looked to Ryza, who was reaching to take off her sunglasses. "Ryza--!" The girl glanced at him, and his vision swam with heat shimmers of black before she looked away, closing her eyes before she pulled the glasses of.

"He asked me to, Nova," she said softly, summoning up all the evils she could think of, bringing up all the anger, hurt, and fear she had experienced in her short life to the front of her mind. In her head, she heard gunshots and sirens, saw yellow tape and black bags. She remembered looking at graffiti-covered walls and her mom hurrying her by masses of screaming people. Remembered lying in bed at night, listening to the sound of her father yelling at her mom through paper-thin walls…and then silence. Memories of scientists coming at her with needles flooded up, then memories of being strapped to tables, memories of screaming until she fell into coughing fits, and crying alone, waiting for someone to save her that never came surfaced. With the memories came feeling, and the let the feelings take over. Let them consume her. She had to work up and anger this time, will her ability to work... It had been meant as a defense mechanism, Nova had said a time or two. Like anything would, she adapted to the situation the WAE had forced her to live in. "Remember," she said softly, "you asked me to." Nova wondered if Adrian noticed that the girl’s voice was trembling. His eyes flickered down to observe the hand she held her sunglasses in. It shook. He was about to tell her to stop; that it didn’t matter what Adrian wanted if it tormented her to do it.

And then she opened her eyes and stared right into Adrian's.


Mao Masuyo, Hanbei, and Takumi "Kanon" Atsushi
Deviant Scribz, Tungz, and Fabz
Shibuya, Japan
ARPers: N/A right now

Takumi exited the room, looking both ways down the hall to make sure it truly was clear before he sighed. "I thought that line would never end," he said softly, bending down to touch his toes in a stretch.

"You weren't alone," Mao muttered in reply, snatching off her green wig and tossing it to the Fabz. "I don't think I've almost been in so many fights, either. Tensions are running high." Takumi's eyes widened in surprise.

"Nothing bad happened, did it? Are you--" He was cut off as Mao shook her head.

"I'm fine. Hanbei made sure there was no trouble," she told him, nodding to the boy who was now dozing fitfully in his folding chair. Takumi smiled, looking relieved before he gently pulled the blond wig off the boy's head and moved back into the room he had come out of. Gently, Mao moved over and shook his shoulder. "Hey, sleepyhead, time to get ready to go," she murmured.

After a few moments, the Tungz boy opened his eyes and grumbled sleepily. "Time to go?" he repeated. Mao nodded in reply as Takumi came back with another single wig, long and black. In his other hand, he carried a baseball cap.

"Yes, so we all need to change and then we can leave," he said, offering Mao the wig. The girl too it with a look of annoyance before moving into the room to change her clothes to something Takumi had picked before they left.

She exited the room with a sigh, as she found herself wearing a rather frilly Goth Lolita-style dress in black and white. It was just the kind of over-the-top thing Takumi liked to make, and since the Deviants had taken more of a hold on the city he'd been talking her into wearing more vibrant articles of clothing out. Mao wasn't very fond of the whole thing, as the balance of power in the city seemed to be precarious, but at the same time, she had to give Takumi a little slack; he did thrive off of fashion. "You look pretty like that," Hanbei said tiredly, though his blue contact-covered eyes looked slightly upset. "Though I bet you'd look better in the dress without the wig."

"I have to agree, even if the wig will have to stay on," Takumi said. "Hanbei, all you have to do is pop your contacts out and wear the hat bill low, so it covers your face." Takumi had changed in the room already. This she knew because she'd seen him go in earlier looking totally different; same black wig she had put on and green eyes, wearing a suit. Now he looked at her with gray eyes, his own hair looking messy. His body was mostly hidden by a large coat, only showing pants and almost-concealed beat-up sneakers on his feet.

After a small amount of packing items into duffel bags (and in Mao's case, an overly large purse), the group exited the building out the back entrance and set off down the streets in a broken up kind of formation, headed back to what they called home. One never could be too careful, they thought, even if the streets belonged to Deviants for now. There were still WAE around, and if they weren't careful, they'd take back the city and haul the three into custody. It was easier to take precautions now than make mistakes that could get them separated later.

Socratic Sarcasm
03-17-2013, 08:43 PM
Dr. Gregory Matthew Xanatos
Enginez Deviant
The guy’s house
ARPers: Sabi (Amiel) Velo (Simon, Daniel) Winter (The Roses)

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. These people, in their wise and enlightened minds, sounded like they were sympathizing with the W-no. I didn’t even want to do them the service of calling them by the name they chose, the lie that it was. They were nothing. They were already dead, and making their bodies cease to function would do nothing.

A little voice in my head (as though I need MORE reason to doubt my sanity) perked up,Then why were you angsting about killing them a second ago?

Another little voice replied, with heat,Their visual appearance made it somewhat difficult to separate them from actual human beings.

Voice 1 shot back, I never thought you would descend to lying to yourself. You know what you’re saying is not true. What about Gargoyle Girl? Is she some sort of zombie, then?

Voice 2 replied testily, She is a statistical anomaly. You can infer nothing about the set based on one outlier point.

She’s a statistical anomaly that represents hope! You know that!

They all deserve to die for what they did! Every single last one of them!

Yes. You are clearly thinking both logically and rationally right now.

None of this internal conversation showed on my face. The fact that it had taken place at the speed of thought meant it had lasted for no more than a few moments. Unfortunately, those few moments allowed Supergirl to punch me in the face and drop me.

I briefly debated telling her that she punched like a girl, before the last shreds of my self preservation instinct throttled the thought and beat it to a bloody pulp.

Don’t look so shocked. One, I didn’t think Supergirl punched as hard she could have (and later I found out the truth in THAT statement). Two, I’m used to getting beaten up. Used to happen all the time in school. Something about getting a smart mouth.

I took a breath to steady my rampant emotions, and came to a resolution. I could not allow anger or angst or whatever-the-hell-else to influence my thinking. I had to make all of my decisions based only on logic.

I managed to land on my feet when Supergirl rang my bells, so I came out of the encounter with some modicum of dignity. I allowed myself a breath to steady myself (and to ignore the throbbing of my cheek), and then I spoke with a politely neutral tone.

“None of you like me. That’s fine. I don’t need you to. I just need you to understand that, despite my amiability, or lack thereof, I am still here for more or less the same purposes you are. And, a word of advice: do try to avoid mentioning to other Deviants once we expand that we are apparently trying to redeem our opposition. When in war, people tend to think in terms of ‘them’ and ‘us.’ And if they think you’re not one of ‘us’... And make no mistake, this IS war. Just by gathering here, we have committed a grave treason. Fine by me, but still.”


Dos
Sona
Aheolus (or however you spell it), Nexen
ARPers: The Group

Those were a lot of beasties.

I mean seriously. I was extremely glad that I levitated as a default, because there were legions of misshapen earthen creatures. Quadrupeds, bipeds, arthropods of various kinds, if anyone could have imagined it, there was a shape for it.

I grabbed one the unfortunate things idiotic enough to try to attack me. Now, I had extensive amounts of experience of shaping the earth. It was one of my biggest advantages in Enfin, allowing me to live semi-nomadically, sealing off my usual home as I wandered the labyrinth. Therefore, when the idiot made the mistake of volunteering himself as my personal bludgeon, it was easier than pie (I could just hear Greg chanting 3.1415 etc. as long as he could accurately list the digits) to turn the former large tick-like creature into what looked like a snake, killing it, before shaping it into my own personal hammer. I let myself smirk, but I was overflowing with whatever the equivalent of adrenaline was for my species.

Michael Mikulak
Tungz Deviant
WAE HQ Interrogation Room #44
ARPers: Velo (Teri)

“Man Teri, I knew you were an arrogant *****, but I never thought you were a stupid one, too. I mean, here you are, in a building designed by some creative architect, calculated to be safe by equations derived by some creative engineer or mathematician, and even facing a prisoner who is tied up with handcuffs designed by some entrepreneuring jailer, and you think that, by removing creativity, you have become more perfect? Don’t make me laugh. You call yourselves perfect, Teri. I call you self defeating. Granted, to defeat you without making the human race die out will require some help, but the point stands.” I noticed the clock,“Anyway, your time ‘interrogating’ me is up. Time to take me back to the pokey.” I smiled. She would hate being told what to do by some upstart. Especially when the upstart was right about her orders.

Leeroy
Colossus Sona
Engineer’s Place, Enfin
ARPers: Velo (Engineer), Winter indirectly (Aerys and 13)

“Cut the talking, Engie. Patch me up, and I’ll go on bashing heads for us. No need to keep talking about it.”

Jeez oh peez, Leeroy, there’s something called diplomacy.

Yup, there was my daily talking to.

Feel free to listen to what I told the Engie, Michael. Just stop talking. I don’t need two lectures about the same thing at the same time.

I might have actually said that last sentence. Out loud. Dammit. At least it made sense. I didn’t need the Engie to start prying around in my head gadgetry, too.

Velocity
03-23-2013, 09:41 PM
Daniel Redrock.
Deviant Graphix.
Grant's Pass.
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter (Al, Shiba, and Argeno).

Daniel loved being around other Deviants, even if his rather irritable and erratic behavior didn't make that fact particularly obvious. Frankly, the meeting should have been nothing save enjoyable for everyone, but all anyone seemed to want to do was fight. For a split second, the thought of intervening crossed Daniel's mind, but Simon was there before he could really do anything.

Music begin to rise in a surprising crescendo that caught Daniel’s attention. He turned toward the source – the escapee, who supposedly could change so much. Highly distracting colors danced behind his eyes as he listened, and he could feel the ghost of a smile on his face. However, the happiness vanished when the escapee then began to rant, in a voice as cold as death, about the horrors of life as a WAE. With that, and an added few words about how she didn’t trust any of them she vanished into the garage and took the music with her. Al followed after moments later.

Shiba glanced at Simon, who was still holding out his arms but not quite blocking anything. Almost too fast to see, she punched Doc squarely in the face. He staggered backward, then straightened up as Shiba withdrew to talk to Devon.

Meanwhile, Doc was busy talking again, as if he hadn't done enough of that already. This time, though, he didn't seem to be intentionally offending anyone; rather, he was only delivering some advice about war.

"War?"

... Oh, no.

Simon Pruitt.
Deviant Enginez.
Grant's Pass.
ARPers: narphoenix (Doc), Sabi (Amiel), Winter (Al, Shiba, and Argeno).

Amiel's rant hurt like hell.

At first, he wasn't focusing on her, since his main interest was in preventing violence and creating some sort of peace, however tenuous. But when she started going off about how the WAE suffered, he was riveted on every gut-wrenching word. By the time she was through, his stomach was turning and his thoughts were a mess. He barely caught Shiba's introduction; he barely registered her punching Doc in the face.

But he heard it clearly enough when Doc started ranting about war against the WAE. Simon turned on the man, unable to stop up his anger. "War? Didn't you hear any of what she just said?" he pointed in the general direction in which Amiel had vanished. "Don't you give a **** - " he stopped himself, feeling his voice beginning to crack. Dammit, he was not going to cry in front of these people. After trying to explain his frustration in nonverbal gestures - which mostly consisted of curling up his fingers and waving his hands - he stalked over to the car and pulled the defunct motorcycle out of its trunk. "That's it, screw you, I'm done. I'll be in the garage," he growled, tugging the vehicle toward the aforementioned destination, pausing to add an, "If you don't mind," in Charlie's direction.

Theresa Maverick.
WAE Tuner.
Ambiguous WAE Base.
ARPers: narphoenix (Michael).

Michael's smug attitude both infuriated and fascinated Teri. How anyone, let alone a child with such little muscle on his easily-breakable bones, could be so confident was beyond her. He believed in his own power fully. Of course, he was unusually strong, and possessed valuable knowledge, but he ought to know best that he was expendable enough. He ought to know that if Teri failed to break him, the thin ice he'd been treading on all this time would snap beneath his feet - his talents could be incredibly useful, but eventually losses would have to be cut. Honestly, Teri had expected him to play along and pretend to be in the WAE's thrall. It was a fairly common Tungz strategy that Michael apparently deemed unnecessary to employ. Perhaps he was trying to throw her off, but he wouldn't succeed in that.

Not again, she thought. The memory of his singing was still fresh, and she still seethed at herself for having lost her temper. Him bossing her around didn't help her anger at all, and he knew it, too. Time limits were an inconvenient but necessary part of the interrogation business. Push a Deviant too far, and they would be broken past usefulness. Teri had never hit that mark. Her record was flawless - and the last thing she wanted was to besmirch it by disobeying protocol, which was why she listened to the brat.

"Fine," she shrugged, not allowing her anger to show. Her brain was already working, thinking of new strategies to break the boy. Then he would see how necessary he and his fellow Deviants were. Tomorrow. She opened the door just a fraction and ordered a pair of guards outside, "Return him to his cell."

Drauvant Domini.
WAE Tungz.
Heading toward Grant's Pass.
ARPers: None.

Sitting in his borrowed car with the WAE news station filtering through the speakers, Domini allowed himself a smug smile. It had taken him a little while to pick up the trail, but through a combination of luck, skill, and his tenacious determination he'd managed to zero in on the troublesome group.

It had been fortunate for him, he'd reflected, that he had been lured away from his first targets on a call. Some doctor had apparently blown up half an auditorium in a research facility; he'd gone reluctantly to investigate. As it turned out, Domini was able to track his vehicle to a gas station, where the smell of freshly-baked bread had let him know that he was on the right track. The doctor was heading north - the same direction as the Deviants from before. A correlation couldn't be ruled out. Domini had hopped in his car again and taken off in pursuit, guided by hints every now and again over the radio: a beat-up truck, and a motorcycle that had taken up with the Deviant doctor's white car. He kept his eyes out, but he didn't expect to see them. Apparently, no one had noticed them past a smallish city known as Grant's Pass. That was where Domini was headed now. In the city, he would find them - or at least, traces of them. There were six Deviants in all that he knew of - the doctor, the four from the truck, and the motorcyclist. Those were an awful lot of Deviants, most of them probably dangerous. He considered the situation, how he would go about attacking.

He flipped to the encrypted WAE command channel, requested that backup be made ready for him in Grant's Pass, Oregon, and pressed his foot down just a little harder on the gas.

Ayami Chiyoko.
Deviant Tattu.
Shibuya, Japan.
ARPers: Winter (Mao Masuyo, Hanbei, and Takumi "Kanon" Atsushi)

Ayami kept up her dancing. Someone was playing music from their window: a somber, beautiful song with fierce drumbeats that made Ayami's heart beat faster. Her steps changed to match the rhythm; her body moved to flow with the rise and fall of the music. As the chorus exploded into life, she leaped up and twirled, kicking out with one foot. It felt so good to dance in the open air; felt so good to let the music flow through her. She wondered what it was like to have this all the time. Could the people of the past really dance and sing and paint the world in color whenever they chose? A faint pang of jealousy stole through her at the thought.

The sight of a trio of other people caught her eye. She didn't recognize any of them, but they were conspicuous enough. One of them wore a large dress adorned with frills, which was fairly eye-catching. That it was the work of a Deviant was almost certain. Ayami didn't approach, but she offered a wave and a hello in their general direction. If they were going to be friendly, they would be friendly, and if they weren't friendly she wanted nothing to do with them.

And, on the offshot that they were WAE, she could always run like hell.

Cyrus Nelvenmig.
Canine.
Ahaelos.
ARPers: Everybody (at least one character).

Tense as he was, Cyrus almost bolted when the ground started to suck Veza in.

It was only Fury that kept him grounded, which he found was becoming a recurring theme in his life. Her roared challenge to the monsters rising from the earth gave him the strength to continue standing tall. Two fights in one day was difficult, but he could handle it. He had pulled through in worse circumstances.

A small group of the earth monsters came for Fury and himself. He responded with a blast of fire magic that shot from his claws and burnt the first wave. "I have to help Veza!" he hissed to Fury. She seemed irate at having him leave, but through a telepathic exchange that took place in the blink of an eye he managed to convey his reasons: after Veza was pulled free, they would be able to run. While he was confident in the others' fighting skills - not to mention Fury's and his own - they wouldn't be able to fight off all of these attackers, especially when more and more just kept on rising. Not to mention the chanting in the air, which any fool could tell meant nothing good.

Wheeling away from Fury, he turned to the place where a hand, formed out of rune-encruted stones and tree roots, had risen from the ground to grip Veza. It was located in the middle of the earthen creatures, the epicenter of all of these events. Even in the heat of battle, Cyrus was able to appreciate the irony of the situation.

Without hesitation, Cyrus brought his magic to bear. His jaws opened wide, and a column of fire flew from it, as if he himself had become a dragon. Hopefully the flames would weaken the base of the hand and free the gargoyle.

Fury.
Feline.
Ahaelos.
ARPers: Everybody (at least one character).

Fury was, well, furious. It wasn't the fact that she had to fight twice in a day; she was used to that. It wasn't the fact that the odds seemed to be against them; she was used to that, too. The thing that made her fur itch was the fact that Cyrus saw fit to leave her side in the middle of a fight.

Not, she thought as she clobbered an earthen spider with a huge paw, that I don't understand his reasons. Her jaws clamped down on one leg, and she pulled back hard, cracking the limb. This would be a stupid fight to finish, she twisted to avoid getting bitten in the neck, seeing as how we're fighting live ground. With a final tug, she ripped the leg free. It crumbled to dust, returning to the ground, leaving the spider now unable to support its massive body. Invigorated by the success, she spun around and sliced through a golem formed from sticks and soil. Tireless as anyone would expect from a creature composed of raw energy, she slashed in a rust-red-and-violet whirlwind at whatever earthy enemies were moronic enough to come near.

Nadi
Bird.
Ahaelos.
ARPers: Everybody (at least one character).

From her vantage point atop the rock, Nadi saw it all: the hand rising from the ground, and the beasts that soon followed. She was immensely curious, and part of her wanted to help - but how could she be sure who to help? This group was just as liable to be WAE as to be friendly. Then again, with the exception of the steel gargoyle, they were all fairly colorful and exotic - certainly enough so to be Deviant-made.

When one of the Sonas went back to try and help the gargoyle, who was trapped in the grip of the earthen hand, she made her choice. That wasn't WAE behavior. WAE behavior was based on self-preservation, not taking the needs of others into account unless meeting them served the WAE's own purpose. With a great flap of her wings, she descended from the pillar and lowered herself into the fray.

She landed beside the nearest Sona - a lioness who demorphed and morphed again, becoming more than once a swirl of violet light before resuming feline state again. "Deviant?" the lioness asked shortly, to which Nadi replied with a curt nod. A ripple of gold fire flew from her wings, catching the legs of a huge spider ablaze. The lioness turned to gape at the struggling arachnid. "I just ripped one of its legs off; how the - " she broke off to turn on an unidentifiable, shambling moss-monster that was trying to sneak up on her flank. Nadi found herself growing troubled. Could these earth-creatures regenerate, then? Regardless of whether or not they did, she knew that she would have to keep fighting. Deviants had to stick together, after all.

The Engineer.
Neutral Griffon.
Enfin.
ARPers: narphoenix (Leeroy).

The Engineer didn't reply to Leeroy; he was already gone, plunged into his thoughts as he worked. Wire by wire, he reattached the arm, pulling it back in so that the joint could function properly. He then reexamined the leg. He would need a new cable there, and that corroded segment of joint here would certainly need replacing. A vague flicker of irritation surfaced in his mind, but it was quickly pushed back into the rolling gray sea of his thoughts. Out loud, he told Leeroy, "I'm going to have to make a few new parts by hand, which means that you ought to be up and able to fight again tomorrow or earlier. I'll get to work; I advise that you wait and rest here."