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FX Zombie Marco         Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| "PATrOclUs! HaS PriaM sent you? HAs he found a way tO bypass The Noxadrain? I cannot sTand to be imprisoned in thiS fluorescent prison a momeNt longer. I need To be free, to feel The sun beat Freely aGainsT mY sKIN." | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "Priam has been forced into hiding, like many of us. There is an ISPF task bearing down upon us. They shall never be able to catch me, but many of us are hiding alone across the country. Priam spoke to me of the history of the drug, but an antidote, sadly, he has not procured." Patrocius twitched and faded slightly when he heard footsteps, but after a moment, his form returned to normal.
"He informed me that the drug was based around the powers of a hero from the fifties. Some scientists copied what he did somehow. Priam said something about 'special neurotransmittens' or something. I don't know. You know how hard it can be to follow him." |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 636 days Last activity: 445 days |
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((OOC: Sorry, gang, I'll be out of town 'til Sunday night. Helena's just gonna have to be subdued for a few days.  ))
Helena was led back to her cell by two large orderlies wearing long-sleeved white uniforms and gloves with power-dampening fabric sewn into the palms and finger-tips. The hoods on their specialized-uniforms were pulled atop their heads, and zipped up to the bridge of their noses. German safety goggles, sporting a tint that could deflect anything from the brightness of solar flares to the effect of hypnosis, covered the rest of them. To Helena, they were hardly human any longer. Practically faceless lackeys from any given Bond movie. Each of them carried a cattle prod attached to their belts just for those "difficult to work with" internees. Helena sighed and cursed herself for being so emotional today. It wasn't her style to appear fragile, but sometimes the most minuscule amount of stress got to her from time to time. Her mind switched to auto-pilot as she trudged back to her home away from home. 'Why am I here again?' she thought to herself. 'Why did I allow this happen? I know I could be somewhere else right now. Rio's pretty packed this time of year. Lots of strapping, young men in tight, little, spandex swimsuits.' As she busied herself with the coulda, woulda, and shouldas, she finally struck upon the reason. 'Oh yeah. That whole registration requirement.' She sighed again. What a stupid technicality to be caught on. She was there when women burned their bras and men their draft cards. When Jews were hidden from tyrants. When Christians were thrown to lions. And most especially when her lover's people were murdered and their homes sacked because their silly prince had fallen for another man's wife. After all, hers was "the face that launched a thousand ships." The steel door to her cell swung open. For safety reasons Helena was kept in solitary and not allowed to be looked upon when kept in the solid chamber with no windows and low lighting. Though she was heavily-medicated, voiding her abilities, the doctors still wanted to be sure their staff wouldn't fall prey to her whims should she develop an immunity or seduce someone into releasing her. It was all in the eyes after all. ((See you all in a few days, guys. Love you lots.  )) (Last edited by Rogue on 07-23-08 04:03 AM) |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| He slammed his fist against, the wall sending a reverberating echo through the room, yet leaving no mark on the khazinium surface.
"THEY CANNOT KEEP ME IMPRISONED IN THEIR PUNY JAILHOUSE FOREVER." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I REfUse To alLow theM to be victoRious oveR me-- over Us. I will be free soOn enough, And then tHey will tremBle undeR us OncE mORE." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "Yes, sir!" Patrocius smiled the grin of a man in love with his cause.
"Lycaon! You have a visitor!" Loud footsteps echoed down the hall. Patrocius turned to his leader, nodded, and faded into nothingness. A heavily muscled guard stood before the bars, staring at Lycaon. "Come on, Frankenstein. Your Doctor's here." |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| As his subordinate disappeared, Lycaon replaced his bonds. When they had been put back in place, they emitted a light beep as the relocked. The bolt on his door was undone, and he was lead silently out of the room. Three guards followed him: one behind, and one on each side. There used to be a fourth guard, that led ahead, but he had been... retired, and was not replaced.
He was set down on a hard chair, and a phone receiver was held to his ear. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "Enjoying your stay?" Othello, the famed superhero, spoke from the other side of the glass. He'd often gotten the remark he looked like Laurence Fishbourne, but with harder features. He liked to let people know that.
Othello was a high ranking non-powered officer in the ISPF when he was possesed by the superpowered influence of Iago. In this state Othello became responsible for the death of his wife. After being freed of the influence, he shortly became responsible for Iago's. Othello is a cold, methodical military genius. Few trust him anymore in the ISPF, but they trust his results. Lycaon could attest. Othello was a hero who was not above murder. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| Lycaon glanced at the nearby guard, then leaned closer to the glass.
"have you come to gloat, james? to admire your walls, and your guards, and your little boxes? to make sure that all is well in the kingdom you have created. quite a gathering of powers here, i'm sure you know. and all that keeps them at bay is your little drug. are you sure it will hold out james? are you sure it can contain all of us." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "It's held everyone but you for 40 years, and you did it last time without powers. They know what to expect from you. I know what to expect from you. You'll be here for a very long time, Lycaon."
Othello grinned a subdued yet satisfied grin. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| "yes, i did; for you have not yet found a miracle drug that can subdue man's greatest weapon: his mind. you and your men may know me, but i have strode upon this earth for a long time, and i plan to do so for much longer. i will still be here when you have passed; whether by my hands, or other means. eventually, mistakes will be made. it is the essence of human nature." | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "For such a genius, you can a godamn fool. There's tons of ways to stop the brain! Take the high calibur rifle I used to splatter the brains of your bodyguard. That subdued that mothafucka' pretty damn quick."
Othello was obviously enjoying this. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| "and yet, for such an effective method, i remain alive. why is that? do you honestly think that i will be reformed. that you can change my purpose. or do just enjoy keeping me here, like a trophy. a shiny bauble to add to your collection. but let me ask you this,
He had been slowly moving closer to the window, drawing the attention of his captor. "is this trophy worth your life." With that, he leapt forward, smashing through the two planes of plexiglass. The wire between the glass gouged his flesh as he tore through it, going straight for Othello's throat. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| To ordinary prison guards, breaking through two panes of Plexiglass might seem amazing. But to Bon Reve's dedicated staff, it was essentially expected.
The first guard to respond responded before Othello could react. He dashed forward, grabbing Lycaon's collar and yanking violently. We're talking superspeed full power yank. Lycaon went flying against the wall and slumped into the corner. Just as the speedster had responded first, his accomplice, the jokester who'd made the frankenstein comment earlier, responded next. He lifted Lycaon up and slammed him into the wall three times with great might, shaking the room. Afterwards, he tossed Lycaon to the corner and pressed the yellow alert signal. He knew it wasn't really nessecary after what he just did, but the greatest deterrent for a supervillian is excruciating, long-lasting, good old-fashioned pain. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| Lycaon landed in a crouched position, but quickly fell forward, landing awkwardly on his sphere enclosed hands. His heads swam. He slowly stood, and attempted to assume some form of defensive stance. Of course, with his wrists and ankles bound together, it was quite a challenge. In fact, the entire process of standing brought to mind that of a baby giraffe. Quite a display for such an infamous being.
Despite this, he managed to stand, and face the guards. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| "You'd think Frankenstein would learn after the first time!"
The powerful guard grabbed Lycaon and slammed him against the wall, before picking him up and slamming him onto the ground, making him bounce. He grabbed Lycaon by his ankle restraint and dragged him down the hall, away from the quietly laughing Othello. The guard made the entire trip back to cell as bumpy as possible. Guards appeared at different intervals, ready for action. But the powerful guard laughed and informed them Lycaon was had "a widdle temper tantrum". He needed some time to calm down. For supervillians, the perfect place for that is in the Detention Chambers, magically constructed holding chambers for the deliquent super felon. He tossed him and slammed shut the khazinium door. In the cell, there was nothing to see (it was darker than black), nothing to feel (perfect temperature), nothing to hear, nothing to smell. The room was emptier than a vacumn. For now. |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 102 days Last activity: 102 days |
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| She held her head and sighed closing her eyes. Elsie constantly put herself in a happy place but it wasn't helping. Elsie couldn't control it any more. Her emotions were getting the better of her, but she was drugged up this time so she couldn't cause damage even if she wanted to. Elsie fell to her side as the stress began to take over. She started to hyperventilate and began to claw at the ground. Her thoughts began to change from I want to see my family to everything just needs to disappear until I see my mother. Elsie's tears covered her face. | |||
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| Lines of pain arced across Lycaon's flesh, reminders of the wires that he had dove through, gouging every inch of his flesh. Larger gashes, left from the shards of plexiglass, were scattered across his body. The trails of blood ran down into his eyes from where his head had shattered the barrier. He attempted to wipe it away with his arm, but the chain attaching his wrists to his ankles was too short.
His wounds didn't bother him, they would heal. It was the dark. He had excellent night vision, but even the best required some light to operate. He saw nothing. It was not something that happened naturally, complete blackness, and it would be disconcerting to even a normal person, but Lycaon drew his power from the light. Already his body felt weak. Even the taint of fluorescent lights provided him with power, but in this blackness his body was feeding on the last of its energy. He would last, of course. Even without light it took him quite some time to die. How long had the left him in there last time? He had no idea -- time lost its meaning in here -- but they had waited until the last moment to pull him out. He had been so weak that he couldn't even stand. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5077 days Last activity: 1387 days |
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| A door to a cell opened and Marionette was sitting with a calculated look upon his face. The guard spoke quickly.
"Get up, freak." Marionette's eyeshadow was wearing off, and he looked quite thirsty, but he stood almost as if upon strings. His puppet's eyes glimmered red for a second, and the guard was lost. Marionette smiled, one under his control, two days without medicine, almost full power. Good experiment. There was sweat upon his face, but that could have been from the solitary confinement. Marionette waltzed past the guard, the hero following immediately. As he passed each cell, he slid open the slat hole and took a peek inside. The first few slats he opened held pitiful creatures, but the last held one whom seemed to be thoroughly sated by the flood of light. Because of this, Marionette fully opened the cell door, with the help of his guard friend. It was the morning sun, rushing through the windows behind him. The figure, tattered and bleeding, seemed to spring to new life. "Hello there big guy, my, you sure seem happy to see me, happier than I'd be. My name's Marionette, pleased to meet you!" Marionette spoke in the same tone, although he seemed a bit joyful to see Lycaon, he was certainly not showing too much emotion, as always. (Last edited by Soiex on 07-24-08 12:58 AM) |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3833 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| Lycaon shuffled out, embracing the warming sun. The effects on his system were instantly obvious. The cuts running along his body had barely healed enough to stem the blood flow, his body conserving its precious energy. Now, the wounds began to heal at a visible rate, until all that remained were red lines crossing across his flesh. Closed his eyes, took a deep breath and seemed to grow in size. The colors returned to his face, as his body restoring functions that it had shut down in his weakened state.
He opened his eyes and eyed Marionette. "WHAt ArE yOU lookiNG AT?" |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5077 days Last activity: 1387 days |
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| "Hmmm, someone's not so grateful that he was let out of his cell by yours truly."
Marionette struck a fancy sort of bow at the time he said 'yours truly.' He regained composure and his doll was becoming surrounded by an aura of light, whatever it was doing, it sure was interesting. Marionette chuckled. "So, how did they catch a big, strong feller like you?" |
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