Project Open Mind

[Stealth_Prawn]

Test log 33. August 12th, 2031.
1 in 10 subjects show rapid mutation of muscle mass.
2 in 10 subjects show telekinetic abilities.
2 in 10 subjects show greatly enhanced regenerative abilities.
1 in 10 subjects show ability to manipulate peers.
2 in 10 subjects show ability to mutate at will.
9 in 10 subjects show enhanced reaction time, as well as slight improvements to muscle mass, white blood cell count, and electrical activity in brain.
1 in 10 subjects resulted in severe cerebral hemorrhaging.
End test log 33.


“Are the preparations ready, Dr. Shnaus?”
“Almost, Mein Fuhrer. The animal tests have been hugely successful. Only one in 10 subjects result in cerebral hemorrhaging now. All we need are human subjects.”
“That can be arranged, Shnaus.”

As Claus left the room, Shnaus turned his head back to his work. There, in the test room, sat 20 simians. 18 of them tested their newfound powers, with shock and awe. 2 lie on the floor, blood seeping from their ears. It pained Dr. Shnaus to press the button which would gas the chamber, but he had to. As noxious gasses filled the room, and the monkeys began to pass out, Shnaus hung his head. Is this what his research had come to? Gassing monkeys? As he thought of this, a tear came to his eye.


CHARACTER SHEET-
Forum name-
Character name-
Gender-
Age-
Physical appearance- (before transformation)
Clothing-
Psionic Powers- (You may have one minor one which you choose. Your major power will be random)
Mutations- (You may have one minor one which you may choose. Your major one will be random. If you choose your minor to be a Psi power, you may choose your Major to be a Mutation, but there are no minor mutations.
Bio-

EG
Forum name- SUMnub
Character name-John Smith
Gender- Male
Age- 21
Physical appearance- 6 feet tall, muscular, with short brown hair.
Clothing- Prison uniform. Was wearing a green shirt tucked into tan pants.
Psionic Powers- Minor power-Telekenisis. Major N/A
Mutations- Major power- To be chosen.
Bio- John grew up in a middle class American home. His father was a construction worker and his mother was a stay at home mom. He graduated high school with average marks and went on to attend college. He was last seen at a coffee shop which he frequents.

WEAPONS

Guns- can be one long arm and one side arm, or 3 side arms.

Long arms-
LAPAR 13- The Light Anti Personal Assault Rifle. Fires .38 rounds at 60 rounds/minute. Can tear through flesh with ease. Each clip holds 50 rounds.

Fisheye 50.- A .50 sniper rifle. Can be modded to fire semi-explosive rounds. Can punch a hole through a tank. Each clip holds 10 rounds.

Class 7 'Avenger' Minigun- this large chaingun fires over 1000 50 caliber rounds per minute. It is belt fed, and the only thing restricting its ammo capacity is the length of the belt. Because of its immense size, it is difficult to carry, and only used by heavy shock troopers.

Dispatcher 08- a high-power, 8 gauge shotgun. Very powerful. Holds 6 rounds per clip.

FF14H Perdition Flamethrower- a heavyweight flamethrower. It launches a stream of highly volatile, semi adhesive liquid which is ignited by a flame at the end of the barrel. It comes equipped with a fusion pack which is strapped to the back of the user like a backpack, allowing use for up to 14 hours in a row.

LRAAL- The Long Range Anti Armor Launcher can fire 60 mm rockets or standard grenades.

Side arms-
Broken Butterfly- .45 revolver. Has been known to blow heads clean off. Holds 6 rounds per clip.

SHAPP 9- Silenced Hand-held Anti Personal Pistol. Fires .357 (9mm) rounds, sports a silencer and a laser sight. Perfect for stealthy infiltrations. Each clip holds 12 rounds.

Terrier SMG- A small Sub Machine Gun. Can extend the stock and heat-shield to swap between uzi or full length size, depending on the needs of the user. Fires 9mm rounds. Holds 60 rounds/ clip,


.38 Magnum Special- A .38 semi automatic handgun. Holds 16 rounds/clip.

Melee Weapon- Can be any one of the following.

Stun Baton- An electrical stun baton. A single whack can knock out any human, but it can only sustain about two dozen strikes before the battery fails.


Combat Knife- A stainless steel 12'' blade makes this a tough knife to beat. It can be used as a prying tool. Is balanced for throwing.


Riot Shield- Though not technically a weapon, this shield can be used as one. When extended to full size, it is 4 feet tall and 2 feet wide, but it can be retracted to 1 foot by 6 inches.

Throwing weapons- You may carry 3 of the following at any one time. Eg- 2 frags and an EMP, 3 frags, 2 incendiaries and an EMP, 2 Knives and a tracker/stunner, ect.

Throwing knife- Different from the standard combat knife in that it is shorter and more suited for throwing. Can still be used for stabbing attacks and prying, but is useless at slashing, and less adept at prying.

TSAIO 110- This is a very small object which sticks to virtually any surface. When approached by a live target, it emits an electrical discharge and knocks them out. It also provides a live feed of location, as well as a camera feed, to a device used by the operator. This device can also be used to change the discharge to trigger when prompted.

F10 AP Grenade- A fragmentation grenade with an effective blast radius of 10 feet, with wounds up to 15.

F20 AA Grenade- A fragmentation grenade with a lethal blast radius of 5 feet, with wounds up to 7. Highly concentrated blast and shaped charge make this grenade very effective against vehicles.

EMP AD Grenade- This grenade emits an electromagnetic pulse with a radius of 20 feet, disabling all electronics nearby and causing them to emit erratic discharges of electrical energy.

I10 AP Grenade- This grenade is filled with a highly volatile substance which can combust with very little energy applied. The kinetic force of the grenade breaking is often enough to set it off, in case the small charge fails to ignite.


POWERS-
Psionic- These powers are manipulated using the mind, and only the mind. Excess use results in headaches, nausea, and light fatigue.

Telekinesis- The ability to throw objects with ones mind. As a minor power, it can lift a 50 pound object and throw it 25 feet. As a major power, it can lift 500 pounds across multiple targets, and throw them 40 feet. A Telekinetic who unlocks their full potential can lift over 2 tons across hundreds of objects, and throw them roughly 200 feet.

Pyrokinesis- The ability to manipulate energy, namely Thermal and Electrical in the form of fire and lightning. As a minor ability, it can control both types of energy for roughly 5 minutes at a time, and amplify it only slight amounts. As a major power, it can manipulate both types of energy for approximately half an hour, or both simultaneously for 10 minutes. They can amplify this energy to form fairly large fires from sparks, or create a major electrical shock from small currents. A Pyrokinetic who unlocks their full potential can create fire and lighting with little or no source, and control it for hours.

Telepathy- The ability to read minds and communicate without any devices. Although everyone (even non-Psionics) has this ability, however dormant, unlocking your Psi abilities enables you to use this to a greater degree. Everyone with a Psi-Power can send very primitive messages to a minor or major user. Minor users can read the surface thoughts and feelings of a person in close proximity, as well as send more complex messages. Major users can send very complex messages and read deeper thoughts and emotions from people farther away. Someone who has reached their potential can read every though of any person for miles away, unless they have a Psi power and attempt to block out the intrusion.

Mind Control- The ability to control or influence somebody’s actions without their knowledge. Minor users cannot force someone to do something drastic (eg shoot a friend, kill themselves, ect.) but they can control a target to an extent, for a few minutes. As a major power, a target may be forced to do almost anything, including (although will cause symptoms described above) kill themselves. They may be controlled for up to half an hour. Major users may also control multiple people, although this lowers their level of control and becomes increasingly difficult. Someone who has unlocked their full potential can control many people for hours or one person indefinitely. A person with Psi powers can resist mind control.

Out of Body Influence- Similar to Telekinesis, but with a few major changes. This power allows you to project your view beyond your physical form, and even perform minor interactions. As a minor power, one can explore roughly 50 feet away from your body for about 20 minutes. Interactions are limited to low strength ones, such as giving a light shove, pushing a button, or moving a light object. As a major power, you may move roughly 100 feet from your body and do more complex interactions, including lifting objects up to 35 pounds and moving them freely. One who has unlocked their full potential may move anywhere, for any amount of time, and interact to the point of Major telekinesis. When using this power, your body is vulnerable. Your consciousness, however, remains invisible.

Mutations- These are physical changes that you may acquire. They rely on increased caloric intake. Failure to produce required calories (4000-10000 per day, depending on usage) results in severe cramps, hunger pangs, and possibly starvation.

Animal-human hybrid- This allows you to transform to a part animal, part human, at will. Only the change itself requires more calories, not remaining in the state. With enough calories (upwards of 30000,) it is possible to completely morph into an animal.

Hyperactive metabolism- Improves metabolic rate to increase blood flow, muscle mass, bone density, and visual acuity, among other things.

Enhanced Regenerative abilities- Allows for a vastly improved white blood cell count, which speeds up healing up to 10000%. Cuts and scrapes heal almost instantly, and bones heal within hours. Brain damage and major internal bleeding can be healed, but since this relies on caloric intake, these must be taken care of in a controlled environment, where caloric intake can be adjusted very quickly.

Adhesive appendages- Allows the user to stick to almost any surface using a substance excreted by their palms and heels. This allows for ease when climbing or holding on to something. The extra calories needed for this power are almost negligible.

Post your character sheet in this thread. When we have a total of 3 or more people, the thread starts.

ACCEPTED CHARACTERS-
Forum name- Stealth_Prawn
Character name- Leon Trotsky
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Physical appearance- Six feet one inch tall. He has an average build with an unremarkable face. He wears glasses with semi-thick frames and has brown shaggy hair.
Clothing- Prison uniform. Was wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans.
Psionic Powers- Minor- Pyrokinesis Major- Telekinesis
Mutations- N/A
Bio- Leon grew up in a small town in Northern Canada. In the mid 2020's, a large reserve of oil was found near his town, resulting in a population boom. His father sold his house from a profit of over one million dollars and moved the family to Britian. There, Leon attended Cambridge, and graduated, just barely earning his degree in Medicine. He then moved to Berlin, Germany, to practice.

Forum Name- DarkMirror
Character Name- Wesley Weatherbee
Gender- Male
Age- 27
Physical appearance- Tall, lanky, pale skinned. Has very short red hair and a lot of freckles, with green eyes. Not very well muscled. A short, hooked vertical tattoo under his right eye.
Clothing- A pair of grey, incredibly baggy camouflage pants which can be unzipped to make shorts, and a light grey t-shirt. Black steel-toes boots.
Psionic Powers- Minor Astral Projection (Proper term for "Out of Body Influence"), Major Mind Control.
Mutations- None.
Bio- Didn't actually work, since his stepfather had been rich and had given Wesley most of his money after he had died, left behind in his will. Studied a few subjects which interested him, which he soon become highly informed in. Very smart, and creative, too. One of his hobbies was assembling and dissembling computers.

Forum Name- Jaxander
Character Name- Jason Pullman
Gender- Male
Age- 23
Physical appearance- Short for his age, standing only about 5' 7". Light build, but fit. Short-cut black hair and a chin-strap, light beard. Square jaw, hazel eyes, short and thick arms. Tanned skin.
Clothing- Generally seen wearing black cargo shorts, a white beater and an unbuttoned, dull green shirt.
Psionic Powers- Telekinesis (Minor)
Mutations- Enhanced Regenerative abilities.
Bio- Son of a college wrestling champion, Jason followed in his father's footsteps. Rose to the top of his weight class for wrestling, and also excelled in track and field, rugby and soccer. A sportsman, he uses speed more so than strength, but can throw a punch with the best of them. Jason has shown great reflexes and well-conditioned endurance. He was never great at school, often settling for average grades and letting his sports scholarships carry him through education. Doesn't think outside of the box, isn't too creative, and has inherited his father's racist views, although they have been somewhat nullified through the college experience.

Forum name- Rifleman223
Character name- Zachary Williams
Gender-
Age- 28
Physical appearance- Tall, Muscular, 6' 4"
Clothing- Woodland Camo pants, Woodland Camo jacket with 2 patches on the side saying 82nd Airborne, 325th Infantry. The front patch said the name Williams
Psionic Powers- Mind Control
Mutations- Animal hybrid transformation
Bio- Quickly graduating collage at Class A he went straight to West Point. When he was finished he went to boot camp and qualified for jump school and advanced medical training. He was soon stationed in Germany at the U.S. Embassy. KIA

Forum name- Starcraft78cwal
Character name- Mark Tarin
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Physical appearance- Tall, lean, well muscled, with a mess of black hair. Clothing- Black shirt, blue jeans, sneakers
Psionic Powers- Minor Telepathy
Mutations- Hyperactive metabolism
Bio- Mark grew up an introvert, choosing to hang out only with a few close friends, mostly avoiding crowds when he could. Because of this, he developed a close connection with his friends, almost going as close as to know what they were thinking.

[DarkMirror]

Submitting Character Sheet

Forum Name- DarkMirror
Character Name- Wesley Weatherbee
Gender- Male
Age- 27
Physical appearance- Tall, lanky, pale skinned. Has very short red hair and a lot of freckles, with green eyes. Not very well muscled. A short, hooked vertical tattoo under his right eye.
Clothing- A pair of grey, incredibly baggy camouflage pants which can be unzipped to make shorts, and a light grey t-shirt. Black steel-toes boots.
Psionic Powers- Minor Astral Projection (Proper term for "Out of Body Influence"), Major Mind Control ability.
Mutations- None.
Bio- Didn't actually work, since his stepfather had been rich and had given Wesley most of his money after he had died, left behind in his will. Studied a few subjects which interested him, which he soon become highly informed in. Very smart, and creative, too. One of his hobbies was assembling and dissembling computers.

[Stealth_Prawn]

You get to choose if you want to have a mutation or power for you major. Which one do you want?

[DarkMirror]

Oh. Uhm... I kind of figured that would be random too. Psionic power, please.

[Jaxander]

Forum Name- Jaxander
Character Name- Jason Pullman
Gender- Male
Age- 23
Physical appearance- Short for his age, standing only about 5' 7". Light build, but fit. Short-cut black hair and a chin-strap, light beard. Square jaw, hazel eyes, short and thick arms. Tanned skin.
Clothing- Generally seen wearing black cargo shorts, a white beater and an unbuttoned, dull green shirt.
Psionic Powers- Telekinesis (Minor)
Mutations-
Bio- Son of a college wrestling champion, Jason followed in his father's footsteps. Rose to the top of his weight class for wrestling, and also excelled in track and field, rugby and soccer. A sportsman, he uses speed more so than strength, but can throw a punch with the best of them. Jason has shown great reflexes and well-conditioned endurance. He was never great at school, often settling for average grades and letting his sports scholarships carry him through education. Doesn't think outside of the box, isn't too creative, and has inherited his father's racist views, although they have been somewhat nullified through the college experience.


Also, I would like my major to be a mutation, please.

[Stealth_Prawn]

Leon raised his steaming cup of coffee to his mouth. It was going to be a long night. Already 10 hours into his work, Leon had had to treat 14 bludgeon wounds, all from what appeared to be the same attackers. People with black ski masks and police-like uniforms, every single one of them with a swastika on their shoulder. He spared a fleeting glance outside. The street lamps had turned on, seeing as how it was nearing midnight. A glance into the waiting room would have revealed about 10 more people, most of which would have bludgeon wounds.

3 hours later, Leon was done for the night. A total of 21 people reported the same attackers and same circumstances- they had each been walking alone and attacked from behind. None had put up a good fight. Perhaps there was a connection, but Leon was too tired to care either way. He slammed the door to his Jeep Wrangler and got out. Although most SUVs were no longer common, Leon had made sure to have an electric motor installed. There was just something about the design of a Jeep that appealed to him.

His Jeep was parked and safely locked, so he began to walk the short distance from his parking stall to his condo. He heard it about a second before it hit. A nightstick whacked him soundly on the head, knocking him to the ground. He rose as quickly as he could and swung a punch, not really aiming, just wanting the attacker to step back. His vision cleared and he barely registered his attackers appearance before he got a sudden burst of adrenaline. It was the same person who attacked all of his patients. He lunged.

A vicious right hook caught his assailant in the jaw. He stumbled back a few feet before tripping and smacking his head on the ground. 3 more people, in similar outfits stepped from the shadows. Every one of them held a night stick, and had a pistol holstered at their hip.

Leon knew there was no chance of winning, but figured he might as well go down swinging. He lunged again, simultaneously raising his left hand to grasp the nightstick of the person he was facing. His right hand grappled their throat. The two men wrestled for a moment before Leon was hit on the back of the head by another one of them. His vision blurred, and his consciousness faded. Another hit. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Take care of Avigdor." said the lead assailant, gesturing to their stunned companion. He had finally succeeded. The Fuhrer wanted top physical candidates. He said to find likely targets and see if they fight back. The ones who did were to be kidnapped. He and the other assailant lifted Leon by his feet and arms and carried him to the back of their van. They drove off into the night, leaving no trace that they were ever there.

[DarkMirror]

So what powers do we get?

[Stealth_Prawn]

First post.

[DarkMirror]

Might want to mention that next time. Oh, and tell me if there are any problems with this post.

Wesley sat in the corner of a dark, nearly featureless grey concrete cell, hugging his knees and with his head bowed, face hidden. He vaguely remembered having been dragged and thrown into the cell, and before that having been tackled in an alleyway behind a tech store.

He had been buying heat sinks. What an odd thing to be doing before being kidnapped. I bet most people in this situation couldn't say that.

The lights flickered. They tended to do that at regular intervals, roughly three times now, every four hours or so, if his count was right. He figured there must be a major power drain on the block somewhere during that.

He began to count in binary, doing math and translating simple dates he could remember. 11+124x89+56 becomes 00110001 00110001 00101011 00110001 00110010 00110100 01111000 00111000 00111001 00101011 00110101 00110110.

He did this for about an hour, keeping track. He didn't know if his mental clock was off. It probobly was. He went back to maths.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC- Good one.

IC- Leon moved in and out of consciousness for the next few hours. He vaguely remembered a ride in a van, accompanied by a few injections. He also recalled being dragged into some kind of bunker, and put on an uncomfortable hospital cot. The next thing he knew, he awoke in a cell.

Pain was the first thing he felt. Fear closely followed. He scanned his surroundings and took a quick survey. His cell had three walls, with one barred window in the back. The front had a barred cell door. The room smelled slightly of urine, among other things. As he noticed this, Leon also noticed the lack of anything, from a toilet to a bed. The room was a blank slate.

As he began to come to grips with his surroundings, he noticed the flickering of the lights, which was followed by a faint whisper.

"100101010111000101010"

Leon furrowed his brows as he concentrated on finding the source of the sound. The searing pain made it all but impossible to locate it. He finally got a lock on the whisper. He inched closer and closer to the wall on the right. The whispering stopped.

"Hello?" he called in a hushed voice.
"Is somebody there?" asked the voice that was whispering only moments ago.
"Yeah, I'm here. Hey, my name's Leon- do you know where we are?" Leon replied.
"Not a fuckin' clue." responded the voice. "So how did you get here?"
"I was on my way home when I was jumped from behind. You?"
"Pretty much the same. Oh hey, I'm Wes, by the way. I'd shake your hand, but theres a half foot of concrete between me and you."
"How the hell do you manage a sense of hum-"

Leon was cut short by loud footsteps coming from the end of the hall. A soldier with a swastika on his arm stepped in front of his door.
"CLEAR!" he shouted in German.
"What the fuck are they say-" Wesley began. He was cut short by the sound of his cell door opening and what sounded like an electrical short circuit. Wesley screamed in pain.
"I said CLEAR!" shouted the soldier again.
Leon backed away from the door just in time to avoid the door being kicked in. The soldier raised an Uzi-style sub machine gun and pointed it at him. Several soldiers rushed in and placed a black bag over his head and tied his arms up. The last thing he could see was a pale young man being dragged away in the same position as him.

[Flametrooper]

(OOC: Can I still get in on this?)

[DarkMirror]

After the pain of getting an iron door to the face subsided and he accepted that we was being dragged though hallways while blind, Wesley began to do two things at once. First, he started memorizing the paths they were taking. Secondly, he began to comb his mind for anything he could remember on German.

There wasn't much he did remember, but he had managed to recall a few of the basics. Hopefully enough to avoid a second incident like the last one.

He then realized that something big was probobly about to happen. Seeing as he was being led somewhere, and not already dead, there was probobly a reason for this. Possibly, they were after his money. Maybe the other guy was rich too.

Oh well. I'll find out soon enough. Or, I'll be dead, in which case I either get to find out what the afterlife is, or I wont care either way, due to having stopped existing.

Not a rather cheery thought, though.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC- Post a sheet FT. One more person was accepted, as well. See first post for details.

IC- Leon was pushed through one more door before his bag was taken off. He was strapped to a seat similar to one used by dentists, in a white, sterile room. With him were two armed guards and a man in a lab coat with a name tag reading "Dr Shnaus- Level 4 Clearance". To one side was a steel door, the only thing besides the soldiers uniforms that wasn't white. To the front was what appeared to be a mirror, but what Leon suspected to be a two-way-mirror. Directly to the right was a machine which looked vaguely like the ones used to test vision, but with a large selection of needles hooked up to it.

"If you'll calm down and co-operate, this will be a quick and painless procedure." said one of the soldiers in awkward English.
"What the hell do you want from me?!" panicked Leon in near perfect German.
"Oh, you speak German? This will make things so much easier." said the doctor. Although he attempted to sound upbeat, a glance at his eyes would reveal a tortured, beaten soul.

Shnaus began to take a needle from the machine. He paused before injecting it into Leon's Jugular vein.
"I'm so sorry." he muttered.

Pain. Searing and flaming pain. It filled his senses. He could feel it, smell it, see it, hear it, even taste it. Leon didn't even know you could taste pain. That's all that existed for what seemed like hours, but what he knew to be only seconds. When his senses returned, it was only brief. Everyone was in the exact same positions.
"I'm so sorry." repeated Shnaus before injecting another needle into Leon's wrist.

Pain again, for another eternal few seconds. This went on dozens of times. By now, Dr.Shnaus had given up on telling him he was sorry. He simply gave him a distant gaze. In Leon's few seconds of sanity, he could tell Shnaus was bearing his soul to him. There was something about that stare that said "This hurts me so much more than you." Leon, for some unimaginable reason, believed him.

After about half an hour of the injections, Shnaus stopped. He lowered the what looked like this vision testing device on to Leon's face. He gave him one last pitiful glance, and muttered "I'm so sorry." By this time, the doctor was crying silent tears. Shnaus and one of the guards left the room. Without warning, screams began from the next room. He somehow knew it was Wesley and he somehow knew that Shnaus was once again in tears. After countless sessions of screams from various patients, Leon lost track of the time. Suddenly, everything went black.

At first, Leon though he had gone blind or passed out. Then he knew that it was an electrical problem, not a physical one. A crippling electrical shock rippled through his head. It jolted every part of his body. He tried to scream, but the saliva from his throat and tongue had sizzled away and Leon was left to silently cry.

He slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

[Rifleman223]

Zach, woke up holding his head desperately as if he was hit in the head hardly. He tried getting a grip with the wall and getting up, but he fell back down. Pain tightened through his legs as he tried to move 'em.

He pushed his head back, feeling slight pain through his neck muscles, he cried in anguish.
Zach thought for a minute and saw the nearby guard walking by his cell, his black boots clamping on the cold hard cement floor.
He spoke really quick. " Where am i ? " He noticed the swastika on the guard's arm and gave the guard a nasty look.

He tightened his fist and made a quick glance around. What happened to the embassy... He thought. Some thing obviously must have happened to the embassy.

[Jaxander]

Jason left the television station, coat clung over his shoulder with one finger on the brisk, refreshing night, and began his walk home. His boots clipped on the sidewalk as cars passed him on the Berlin road. Plenty of vehicles, but not necessarily busy, considering how big Berlin was.

Have you been reading the headlines at all? Or do you just sit there and flip the switches without paying attention?

Not more than thirty minutes ago, Jason's studio director had asked him those questions. They were wrapping up another late night news cast in the station, and Jason was once again seated in his Technical Director seat. Plenty of people hear the title and assume it's a nice job. It really isn't. Especially when you work for a short-tempered director. Jason makes one slip up on the camera switch, either too slow or too fast, and he gets a slap to the back of the head.

Jason's instincts noramlly told him to fight back, but he had been working on supressing those. Hed been done with college for a full year now, and his brother had told him the international news crew needed some studio help. Jason had taken some TV production classes in high school as well as college, and had volunteered with a local, 'yankee' news crew before he had moved to Germany. This, apparently, was enough to get him the job.

Over fifty cases, all identical. Muggers on the streets, they say. Everyone who's reported had cowered in an alley or behind a garbage can, hands over their heads, begging for mercy. The muggers took off, not bothering the victims any more. I swear, Jason, stop wading through life like as if it was a dream and start paying attention to the news that you're helping to get out there.

Jason had shrugged. Not much to it, really. Wading through life as if it were a dream? He was an athlete, first and foremost. College was done, so where would he go now? He'd tried out for some minor teams, some local sponsors, but no bites. He had to face it, after college, his sports life had come to a screeching halt. Now everything that he had planned out was over and done with.

Now what?

As if in response to his thought, he heard boots clamp on the sidewalk behind him. Swiftly. Someone was running.

Muggers, no doubt.

Jason spun and was barely able to get a sight of the nightstick coming down on his forehead. And then he was staggering backwards, but kept his balance. Luckily it had only been one year since he last had a good wrestling match. He dropped low and lunged at the attacker, grappling his stomach.

The nightstick came down again on his back. Jason grunted with the pain, felt his vertebrae tingle. He knew it'd swell up, but he ignored it. Had to focus on this lunatic who wanted his money.

Tightening his hold, Jason had little trouble getting the mugger down to the sidewalk. He slammed onto the concrete on his back, and Jason pinned him as if it were wrestling again. But he didn't stop there.

The nightstick was raised again, but Jason caught the man's wrist and wrenched it out and sideways. The bludgeon fell to the ground, and Jason shifted his weight forward and placed a knee on the man's throat as he reached for the weapon.

But more of them had come out by then, and before he knew it there were four of them, all masked, all uniformed, and he was soon beat into unconsciousness.

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He woke up to pounding. Heavy pounding, as if someone was beating on the shell of a tank, and he was inside. His eyes opened slowly, one of them was swollen from the fight.

The fight? Yes, he began to remember it all. Attacked in Berlin, about three blocks from his job. Where was he now? Surrounded by concrete walls, on a concrete floor, with a concrete ceiling. And a very small, iron door. Upon which someone was banging.

"STAND CLEAR!" He heard someone shout in German from the other side of the door.

Jason didn't move. He was well enough clear where he was seated against the far wall. The door was thrown wide and men in the same garb as had attacked him - black masks, ski masks, actually, and some sort of civil protection uniform - rushed in faster than he could think in his groggy state.

A canvas bag was thrown over his head, and he thought, but couldn't be certain, that he heard other people yelling, and more commotion a little ways off. They tightened the bag about his neck, and pulled him up, forcing him to walk with them. Briskly walk, that is.

They moved fast. They didn't want him to see anything. Again, his initial reaction was to fight back, somehow free himself, but he didn't think he'd be able to. He caught sight of those guns. They didn't wield them, but they had them anyhow. He was a good fighter, but he couldn't outpunch a bullet.

He decided it'd be best to wait this one out. Let them do what they wanted to. He wasn't in any position to do anything, anyways.

[Jaxander]

OOC: Wait, so Rifleman223 and I have the same major power? Can I request that his or mine gets changed? I'd prefer a bit more diversity.

Sorry for the Double post.

[Rifleman223]

OOC: i actually had another power i would like to want which would allow him to use the environment around him as an advantage, like basically if he touched metal, a metal coating would appear around him.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC-Unless it has a specific background, its out. If you'll notice, every one of the powers listed is quite well known and has a Greek name. If that power is known, show me a source, and I'll add it. Otherwise, I've re-rolled for you and you got Animal Hybrid. Just to clear this up, you can only transform into ONE SPECIES! Choose wisely and soon.

Also, Rifleman, watch the Italics. Those are for emphasis or thoughts. For conversations, try quotations. They're shift+'. That key is right next to enter. Also, act realistically. Would a well trained soldier flip out when captured? No. They have a specific role they preform, which is do what they have to do to survive, unless it results in treason or the like.

[DarkMirror]

You don't get custom powers. Honestly, I would prefer if you took a bit more time before joining this RP. Your post is rather... uninspired, and hard to read. Plus, your coming in ignoring the basic premise of random powers.

EDIT: MOAR IN CHARACTER PLEASE

[Rifleman223]

Sorry!

[Stealth_Prawn]

When Leon awoke, he was completely disoriented. Everything was dark, and though he had a faint headache, he also felt strangely peaceful. He blinked repeatedly and then remembered what happened. His arms attempted to reach up, but he remembered they were restrained. He shook his head wildly and the device slowly slipped off backwards. The lights were so bright he was momentarily blinded. His vision cleared, and he took in his surroundings.

The room was now bare, save for the mirror and door. Gone were the guard and device. Leon looked down at his wrists. The restraints looked fairly loose, like they could be knocked loose with a bit of struggle. He went at it.

Half an hour of struggle had lead almost nowhere. By now, hunger had set in and Leon was getting angry. He struggled one more time before settling for an angry stare. The strap began to loosen.

Leon shook his head. Surely he must be delusional. You can't loosen a strap just by looking at it! He turned his head back to the leather strap and stared one more time, just to test it. Sure enough, the strap loosened further. A smile spread across Leon's face as the strap came undone, followed by the one on his other wrist, then his legs. He got up, grinning ear to ear, massaging his wrists. He took off the outer shirt of his prison uniform and put it on the floor. Taking a few steps back, he began to concentrate.

Nothing happened. He tried again, this time gesturing with his hands. The shirt hovered briefly, then fell to the floor, useless. For the next few minutes, Leon practiced this, getting better each time. After about 10 minutes, he could make the shirt hover, move it around, and even throw it. He decided to move a step up.

Leon walked to the door and held his hand out. He concentrated with all of his might before giving a mighty grunt and pushing forward. A rush of air blew his hair back as the door flew off of it's hinges, hitting a guard in the arm in the process. He fell to the ground.

"Scheisser!" shouted the guard. Leon thrust his right arm towards the guard. He began to hover. With a quick shove forward, the guard flew towards the wall. He slumped down, knocked out. Leon stopped only to pick up his SMG and Magnum before moving down the hallway.

[DarkMirror]

Wesley couldn't believe it. He was currently sitting cross legged, hovering in mid air, looking at himself. Not in a mirror, but actually himself. He was sitting in a room, and yet he was lying on a cot. On one side of the room there was a thick, glass window, with a guard on the other side. A simple control panel seemed to be there too, with controls for opening the door.

He had been pondering the ramifications of having an out of body experience when suddenly everything went black. He opened his eyes, and was sitting on the cot, with a mild headache.

The guard glared at him. Wesley groaned, glaring back.

Ah well. Suppose it isn't as simple as him simply opening the door for me. What is this, an observation room of some kind?

Halfway though the thought, the door clicked. Unlocked. The guard looked confused, hand on a switch. He looked at Wesley, then shouted something.

"Shut up! I don't get what just happened either."

The guard stopped shouting.

Wesley realized it. As absurd as it was, he was actually forcing the guard to obey his thoughts. He decided to try something else.

Go to sleep.

The guard slumped to the floor with a dull thud. Wesley got off the cot, walked through the doorway, and looked around the other room. Nothing but the control panel, the window, and another door. This one didn't have a handle.

That was a test, maybe? Did they plan for this?

Then he got another idea, sitting with his back to a wall, he placed his head on his knees again, and then imagined himself out of his body, in the room, next to himself. Next thing he knew, he was there. He walked through the door, and saw another room, similar to the first. This one, however, had three armed guards instead of the one unarmed one.

Wesley pondered for a moment, then decided he couldn't risk getting trapped back in the other room. He concentrated on the guards, willing them to go to sleep. After a few moments, they did.

This is... interesting. Lets try something else. Wake up! They did, looking around confusedly. You there! Burly guy! Take that gun. Thats right. Now shoot the skinny guy. Yeah, just like that. Shoot the other guy while hes confused! Yeah, thats right. Now, sleepy time. Wait! First, open the door. Then sleepy time.

And then he was back in his body, looking up, the door unlocked. He opened it gently, just as the guard slumped to the ground. Blood was spattered around. Gingerly, he took one of the dead guards pistols. A Broken Butterfly, not that he knew it, along with a combat knife.

Then, avoiding looking upon the bloody mess for too long, he headed down the hallway.

[Rifleman223]

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[Jaxander]

Jason was awoken, yet again, by a sudden loud noise. A clang, followed by the sound of metal scraping along concrete. He opened his eyes, but this time, instead of seeing his cell, he saw only darkness.

The canvas bag! That had to be it. He shook his head a bit, but it didn't move. It was no longer bound about his neck, which was very fortunate, but it was still pulled down over his chin, so it wasn't ready to just slide off.

He ducked his chin against his chest, and then swiftly swing his head back. He felt the bag slide a little bit, but not too far at all. He did it again, throwing his head back more forcefully. Same effect. He tried a third time, arching his neck almost fully.

And this time the loud clang came from his cranium striking the metal cot onto which he was strapped.

"God Damnit!" He shouted, and clenched his teeth to will the pain away. It wasn't too bad, he'd been hit worse, but still, it made his head ring.

If only I could get this fucking bag off, he thought to himself. He imagined the bag sliding off his face to reveal the room he was in. But all his mind could come up with was his cell, since that was the only glimpse of this place he had. He saw the bag moving in his mind, thought he felt it on his skin.

And then he was blinded by the lights directly above him, shining bright white pain into his retinas. He closed his eyes tightly, and it took him a minute to realize what had happened. The bag had fallen off. But how? He wasn't too certain how, but it was gone. All he knew was that he had thought of it, swore he felt it, and next thing he knew it was on the floor beneath him.

He glanced about the room, and his eyes first landed on an IV stuck into his arm. His deep seeded fear of needles came surging back in full force, and his mouth dropped open. He yelled in fear at seeing this tube entering into his body, making a hole where there wasn't one before, and he was struck with terror. He just wanted to rip the thing off.

The IV tube promptly pulled out of his wrist and swung across the room, the stand it was connected to falling to the concrete floor.

Okay, this time, he couldn't have imagined that. Jason lay there, his breathing heavy as he began to think about what he had just seen. The shock of the IV, the extreme need to remove it, and then it pulling out and being thrown across the room by...

...nothing?

Or did he do it?

He shook his head at the idea. That couldn't happen. But then again, he didn't think that shit like this happened, either. But here he was, in some hidden room, without any idea where or by whom.

"It's like I'm in a fricken movie," he said quietly.

He looked down at his restraints. Not too strong. He tried to break them by pulling, but to no effect.

Staring at those restraints, he thought about the bag, and the IV. He almost shirked those thoughts away, but then another one came to mind.

What have I got to lose?

Jason stared at the restraint, thought of it coming undone and flipping open. He saw with his mind's eye the leather strap laying open, his arm free to move.

And then it happened. The next thing he knew, he was undoing his other strap with his free arm, and then leaning forward to undo the ones on his ankles before dropping to the floor.

He felt exhausted, but his adrenaline was still high. He moved towards the door, but it was obviously locked. He wondered if he could will it open. He concentrated, saw the door opening slowly, lock unlatching, hearing the old hinges creak heavily in his mind, and a long hallway beyond.

But nothing. In fact, he had to drop to one knee. Apparently this mind stuff was harder than he thought. Which was weird, because he wasn't using his body like he was accustomed to.

And the door still stood. Strong and steadfast. He cursed it between his heavy breaths, and eventually stood back up. Deciding on a more practical manner, Jason attempted the handle.

Yep, locked.

He tightened his grip on the handle, and tried to force it. Even though it felt old, it wouldn't turn. It sounded like it wanted to give, but it didn't. Releasing the handle, he gave the iron door a knock to see how thick it was. The sound was solid and heavy.

Pretty thick door.

Moving back towards the bed, he glanced down in thought. He saw his arms hanging by his sides, both of them unscathed.

Unscathed? He lifted up his left arm, the one that had the IV in it. He didn't see any puncture wound, no hole, no blood, at least no wet blood. There was dried blood in a vaguely circular pattern, indicating that there once was a hole, but now...nothing.

"This is a mind-trip," he said to himself.

He decided to try something. Grabbing the IV, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as he thrust it back into his arm. He let out a scream as he felt it puncture his skin, blood seeping out. He pulled the IV back out and looked at his arm in horror. The blood pumped through with each heartbeat, and he slapped his other hand over it in an attempt to stem the flow. He cursed himself for his stupidity.

He lifted his shaking hand up to see if he was slowing the blood flow any, and instead he saw something that only proved his original thoughts true. His arm stopped bleeding. There was no sign of a wound at all, in fact. Again, the blood that had already come out was still there, but no more had left his veins. In fact, there was only a slight tingling on his arm, which quickly disipated.

Then he heard gunshots, and another door sliding open somewhere outside his small room. He decided there was no time to waste.

He marched up to the door, the defiant slab of solid iron that stood in his way. He balled his hand up into a fist and drew his arm back, punching forward as hard as he has ever punched anything.

The door dented outwards, and Jason lay on the floor of his cell, his hand throbbing with intense pain. He watched has his fingers started to swell, but soon returned to their normal size. He looked at the dent in the door, and then looked at his hand again, now back to its original state.

"Oh, I'm liking this," he said, as he stood again, clenching his fists. After a count to three, he bolted towards the door, fists leading.

[Stealth_Prawn]

Leon stormed down the hall, blowing open each door, in search of Wes. He knew that the two of them would have a better chance of escaping than by themselves. He also knew somehow that Wes was still alive. Somehow.

Each room he opened was as empty as the first one. He reached the last on in the hallway and was about to open this door, too, when he heard talking.

"You brought this on yourself! You knew you couldn't control them with their powers! Look at 1-B! He doesn't even know the full extent of his powers! If he knew of his Pyrokinetic powers, he wouldn't think twice of breaking down this door!"
"Foolish Doctor. Terminate them all or I will have you terminated. That is an order from Sir Claus himself. As for 1-B..."

Leon heard a shotgun cock and took a few steps back from the door. A man in the uniform of all of the guards kicked the door down and fired. Time seemed to stand still.

Leon reacted instantaneously. As though in slow motion, he thrust his hand forward, concentrating on the barrel of the gun. He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw the shell move slowly out of the barrel. He could see the heat billowing out from the barrel. His mind raced back to a moment before.

They had mentioned 1-B had Pyrokinetic powers, and also knew that 1-B was outside their room. That meant that Leon was 1-B. If Pyro meant 'fire or lightning' in greek, and Kinesis meant 'motion' that meant he could control fire and lightning and make them move for him. Maybe that meant...

He concentrated harder on the barrel. The shell was completely out, now, centimeters from the barrel. In an instant, it would hit him, and at this range, it would be fatal. This knowledge pushed him harder, making him concentrate more on the heat from the shotgun. The barrel exploded. Both Leon and the guard were tossed back.

"CHRIST! OH CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL?!" screamed Leon. The soldiers hands had been destroyed, his face melted. He slumped to the ground, dead. Leon had just murdered.

Shnaus emerged from the room, hands raised in a surrendering pose.

"You! You did this to me!" screamed Leon, his SMG raised in one hand, telekinetic power charged in the other.
"I'm so sorry. I let my research get too far. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so sorry..." the doctor spilled out.
"Back the FUCK off! I don't care how sorry you are! I'll KILL you! Now BACK OFF!" Leon cried.
"Your right... I deserve to die. Shoot me."
"Wha..? No!" replied Leon, shocked at his embrace of death.
"Kill me!" he demanded, lunging at Leon.

Leon struggled to fend him off, using small nudges of telekinesis. He gave one push to strong and the doctor went flying back. He hit the wall hard enough that it cracked. He gave Leon one last smile before he died. "Thank you."

[DarkMirror]

Wesley, meanwhile, had reached another locked door at the end of a similar hallway. Ignoring the headache that had built up, he slipped from his body after sitting down and looked through, simply passing through the solid door and wall.

On the other side a man in a white lab coat was frantically looking at a security feed of the dead and sleeping guards. He pressed a button and began to record an audio message.

"Subject 3-A, who was given a psionic-enhancing treatment to give him control over others, has somehow managed to influence those he did not know of, freeing himself and possibly killing or incapacitating all three guards assigned to him. Current status unknown."

Wesley willed the man to get up after finishing, then unlock and open the door. He quickly returned to his body, maintaining concentration on making the scientist obey orders. He made the man return to his chair, and add onto the recording.

"Addition: I'm free. Run run, as fast as you can, you cant catch me, I'm mind-control man!"

[Jaxander]

"You! You did this to me!"
"I'm so sorry. I let my research get too far. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so sorry..."
"Back the FUCK off! I don't care how sorry you are! I'll KILL you! Now BACK OFF!"
"Your right... I deserve to die. Shoot me."
"Wha..? No!"
"Kill me!"

BANG!

Jason's door finally clattered to the floor, with him on top of it. He was breathing heavily as his fists and knees slowly deswelled. He lay there for a few minutes, and lifted his head up, seeing an armed, uniformed man dashing around a corner farther down the hall.

After a moment the guard peeked back down Jason's hallway. Obviously the sound of the door had stopped this man from getting to whatever he was trying to get to, and he leveled his weapon - which looked like an SMG - at Jason.

"Well, I can keep my hands from swelling, but can I keep a bullet from killing?" He asked himself quietly as he stood up.

The man shouted something in German. Not that Jason couldn't understand, but he was too disoriented to hear it. And suddenly Jason remembered the IV.

Next thing he knew the SMG was in his hands, and the guard, in a very dumbfounded manner, scrambled for his sidearm.

Not exactly sure he wanted a death on his shoulders, Jason fired the SMG at the man's feet. He jumped reflexively, and then pulled the pistol from his holster. Not wanting the man to get a shot off, Jason fired again, sweeping the barrel of the SMG upwards. Bullets pinged off the concrete floor before tearing into the guard's stomach, chest, and finally his jawline and left ear.

The man fell to the floor in a steadily growing pool of blood. Jason stepped carefully over him and continued down the hallway.

Turning the corner, he saw a wider hall, with a series of doors on either side. Also, he heard a voice from the room nearest to him...

"Subject 3-A, who was given a psionic-enhancing treatment to give him control over others, has somehow managed to influence those he did not know of, freeing himself and possibly killing or incapacitating all three guards assigned to him. Current status unknown...

"Addition: I'm free. Run run, as fast as you can, you cant catch me, I'm mind-control man!"

His eyebrow went up in question, but he decided not to wait any longer. He pushed the door open, and it swung wide with ease. Apparently they only thought to lock his cell. Idiots.

He entered to see one man, in a lab coat, seated at a computer terminal. In another door to the same room, he saw a second man, who didn't appear to be a guard or a doctor, standing there, looking as haggard and tired as Jason felt.

[Stealth_Prawn]

Leon stood up quickly, and that's when it hit him. A wave of nausea so intense he nearly vomited. But he had to keep going. He walked into the room and took a quick glance around. The room had several monitors, each showing a camera feed from somewhere in the complex. Leon scanned the monitors and saw 3 notable ones. In the one marked Testing Cell 2-D, there was a man on top of a battered door, breathing heavily. In Holding Block 1 there was a man beating on a guard. Finally, in Main Elevator Entrance, there was Wesley. He was clutching a rather large revolver and grinning wildly.

That was his destination, then. He turned around and was ready to leave, when he remembered something. Shnaus had a nametag reading 'Level 4 Security Clearance." That would certainly help out a bit.

Leon bent down and searched his front pocket. The concept of handling a dead man was grossly unappealing to Leon, but he knew Shnaus would approve. He pulled a keycard out and turned to exit the room.

OOC-Thats it for tonight, guys. I have work in the morning. Talk to you soon.

Also, edited to fit in with Jaxander.

[Rifleman223]

Zach woke up in a room, his vision blurred, darkness overwhelmed the area from his sight. He tried to get up, but the guard pushed him back down. Zach closed his eyes quickly, and pain coursed through his muscles.

The guards quickly tried to hold Zach down, but failed. They backed up, his body was gone, the results horrified them. Eventually one fell down, a wolf-like thing slit his neck, gunshots overwhelmed the room, guards yelling and screaming. The wolf jumped off the dead body and jumped at the other guards neck and ripped it out, blood leaked out all over the place.

Quickly, all the guards were dead inside the room. Zach laughed as he transformed back to human,, he turned towards the camera and laughed, saying.
" You're next. " Zach grabbed keys off a guard along with a SHAPP 9 in the pistol holster and a LAPAR 13, he searched through the other body's grabbing clips.
He thought to himself. Damn, I' m hungry.

While in the room, a mysterious man says this.
"Subject 3-F, an unusual one, has the ability to transform into a wolf, but also has the ability to use Mind Control. He should be an interesting one to watch."
He smirked and pressed a button.

[DarkMirror]

Jax posted first, I'm going to use his version. Sorry.

Wesly turned to look at the other man, and lost his concentration on the scientist, who looked around confusedly. Nodding quickly, he reached out to the man with his mind again and snagged the scientist.

Go to sleep.

The man fell over with a thud. Wesley turned to the newcomer again, smiling. "Hello there. I suppose you got kidnapped too? Don't suppose you can leave your body alone and control other peoples thoughts too, eh?"

[Starcraft78cwal]

Forum name- Starcraft78cwal
Character name- Mark Tarin
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Physical appearance- Tall, lean, well muscled, with a mess of black hair. Clothing- Black shirt, blue jeans, sneakers
Psionic Powers- Minor Telepathy
Mutations- None
Bio- Mark grew up an introvert, choosing to hang out only with a few close friends, mostly avoiding crowds when he could. Because of this, he developed a close connection with his friends, almost going as close as to know what they were thinking. And a mutation for the major power.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC- Accepted. Your mutation is Enhanced Metabolism- essentially super strength.

IC- Leon walked briskly down the corridor, not daring to lose a moment. He passed about a dozen doors before anything happened.

HELP!

"What the hell? Who said that?" asked Leon, looking around for the source.

HELP!

Leon took a few paces back, and began to check each cell in the corridor. The first three were empty. The fourth cell held a gruesome sight. Leon blasted the door open with his telekinesis. By this time, the voice was getting so loud he could concentrate on nothing but it. It was so over powering, it was even affecting his vision. He could not fight the nausea or headaches anymore, he needed to find the source. This, however, was not it.

He walked slowly into the room, his jaw slightly slack. In the chair was a man Leon had never seen, but pitied regardless. The mans head was on its side, his mouth opened in what could have been a comical pose. From his ears leaked a large amount of very alkaline blood. Leon vomited. Twice.

He stumbled out of the cell, losing strength with every step. He had to find the voice, ever present, if he was going to live. He knew he had the strength for only one more blast of power before he was too tired to function. He chose a door at random. Leon rose a shaky hand and pressed it to the door. He gave a grunt and let out all he had. The door creaked a little, but didn't break down. He gave one more small shove. It was all he could do, and it barely helped. Leon slumped to the floor, defeated.

He raised his hands to his head in an attempt to block out the sound, dropping his SMG in the process. It clattered to the floor, useless. In a moment of inspiration, Leon looked down at it. Perhaps if he heated the barrel of the gun enough, he could amplify the thermal energy and use it to blast the door open. He aimed the gun at the door and fired every single bullet out of it before throwing the gun at it. He concentrated with all his might on the flying gun. It exploded, knocking him back. The door fell inwards with a mighty bang, and the voice was finally silenced. Leon got up and walked in slowly, Magnum now raised.

A very muscular man was strapped to the chair in the room. He was having random convulsions and foaming at the mouth. Leon unstrapped his wrists and legs and tried to calm him down.
"It's going to be okay. Your going to be just fine, but you have to calm down." he said slowly and clearly. Without medication, there was only so much he could do for this man. He was having a non-epileptic seizure, so unless he could find the proper medicine, this man could die.

He rushed over to the cart with the needles, searching frantically for a bottle of pills prescribed for seizures. Surely these people, however heartless, would want to save him for later studies in case of a seizure. He had nearly given up hope when he spotted an orange bottle hidden behind all of the needles. He summoned up some strength and pulled it towards him with his mind, for it was to small for his hands to fit in. He read the label quickly and concluded that regardless of whether or not it was for seizures, it didn't matter. Either this man would die from his seizure, or the pill, or he could be saved by the pill. Leon liked that chance, however small, better than the chance of death. He popped a pill into the mans mouth and went back to the cart. He grabbed a small bottle of water, no doubt meant for Dr. Shnaus, and poured some down his throat. His convulsions stopped almost instantaneously.

"Thank god!" said the man. "Wait a second... where am I? Who are you? What's going on!?"
"I'm Dr. Leon Trotsky, and you've been kidnapped. So have I, for that matter. As for where we are, I have no idea save for that it's underground. Are you okay? Can you stand up?"
"Yeah... Yeah, I can stand up. Thanks a lot, man. You saved my life for sure. My name is Mark, by the way. I wish I could say it's nice to meet you, but given the circumstances, I'm sure you'll agree, it's not." he replied, giving out his hand to shake it.
"I guess so," answered Leon, taking Mark up on his offer. "Now, since we've established you are okay, let's do some tests. Can you do a push up or two?"
"What is this, Gym Class?" Mark said, smirking. He got down on the ground and did a push up, launching himself a foot into the air on his way up.

"What the hell?! I'm not supposed to be that strong!" he exclaimed, examining his arms. Indeed, Leon now noticed, his biceps were much larger than his face would have suggested. If he had seen a head shot of him, Leon would think that he was in good shape, to be sure, but not a body builder.
"Interesting." said Leon. "From what I've gathered, we are in a scientific testing lab. Whoever brought us here has been doing odd experiments. I, for example, can manipulate objects with my mind."
"Bullshit." muttered Mark.
"Not at all. Watch." replied Leon. He was feeling better now, his headache dissipated. He pushed his hand towards the cart with the needles and devices and it flew across the room. Marks jaw dropped.
"Can I do that?" he asked.
"Maybe. I can also manipulate thermal energy, so perhaps you have another ability as well."

Mark furrowed his brows in concentration. He moved his hands around in wild gestures, but the cart remained on the ground. He frowned.

Wenn diese Kerle so tödlich sind, wie sie sagen…

"Did you say that?" Asked Mark.
"Say what?" asked Leon.
"I don't know. Sounded like German."
"Oh shit, find cover."

Mark grabbed the solid steel door and lifted it well over his head he brought it to the back of the room and slammed it into the ground for a makeshift barrier. He and Leon hid behind it. Leon pulled out his hand gun and checked the ammo. The clip was full, it had 16 rounds. He did what he remembered from the movies- slammed the clip in, pulled back the slide, and looked down range. A guard entered the room holding a flamethrower. Leon aimed at his head and pulled the trigger before the guard even knew he was there, despite the fact the they were facing each other.

Nothing happened. For a second, Leon thought he hadn't pulled it. It was so fast that it didn't seem real, but when he pulled again, nothing happened. The soldier let out a shout and towards him, flame spouting from his weapon.
"
"SHIT!" shouted Mark. He fell to the ground and covered his head. Leon dropped his weapon in terror and held out his hands to block his face. The fire stopped jetting towards him. The bright flames merely sat in mid air, almost touching their wielder, who had stopped in confusion. That's when Leon remembered his Pyrokinesis. He pushed his hands forwards and the fire followed his command. The soldier was ablaze, swatting his entire body. Leon picked him up with his mind and pushed him backwards. He flew into pair of soldiers who were entering the room, armed with Assault Rifles. Their weapons flew out of their hands and the fire merely spread. The soldiers, whose arms were broken by the impact of their comrade, were stunned by a mixture of confusion and pain. Leon yet out a monstrous roar and the blaze exploded into a burning inferno. Three blackened corpses fell to the ground and the fire died to an ember. Leon motioned their rifles towards him and handed one to a stunned Mark.

"What the fuck..."

OOC-Okay, you can post what you want now.

[Starcraft78cwal]

Mark gingerly stepped over the charred corpses, trying not to look lest it make him sick.

ir haben zu beseitigen, bevor sie ihre wahre aufdecken Potential ... Warum hatte ich mich für diesen Job ...

"Leon! Hide!" Mark hissed, pressing his back on one side of the opening, waiting. Leon dove behind a box, gun at the ready.

As soon as the first soldier stepped through the door, Mark spun around facing him and delivered a forceful punch to the jaw. The poor guard's neck snapped backward, and he died instantly, crumpling to the floor. About three more guards showed up, and Mark dived out of the way as Leon unleashed a hail of bullet fire. All the guards dropped except for one, and Mark took the chance to grab him by the neck. He lifted him up in the air, but underestimating his new found strength, actually sent him straight up into the ceiling. His head cracked upon impact, blood seeping from the wound. Mark dropped the guard, shocked. He fell to the floor in a heap.

"I'm out of bullets," Leon muttered, tossing the empty gun away. Mark leaned down and pried the gun out of the corpse's grip, and shakily handed it to Leon. Leon checked the clip, and nodded. "Let's get going."

OOC: Hope that's a tad better. :S

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC-Ehem. I apologize, but look above your post. Although I'm sure you put tons of effort into it (you must have, considering I beat you to it, and I took forever) your going to have to remove it. Instead, write up what happened after Leon and Mark met. I promise, I won't do anything until you are done.

Edit- Most excellent! *wails on guitar*

Tell me you get joke

[Starcraft78cwal]

OOC: Oh God...I only saw half of your post, the rest of it didn't load or something, sorry. >_> I need to up my post quality, too, I'm still rusty. I'll fix it now.

There, fixed it. And no, I don't get the joke. :P

[Rifleman223]

Edit: I guess noone wants me around then... fine..

[Stealth_Prawn]

Leon and Mark rounded the corner. Immediately, a burst of fire came at them. The bullets missed by centimeters, and only the recoil of the weapon saved them from certain death. Leon raised his left hand to blow away the attacker while holding his rifle in his right hand. The combined fire of he and Mark was enough to drive the attacker behind a few nearby crates. Leon picked up the crates and pulled them towards him with his mind, exposing something that wasn't entirely human.

There knelt a wolf-like being. It was humanoid in shape, and bipedal in motion, but the rest was wolf-like. It's snout was elongated, it's ears as well. Fur had sprouted up all over its body, and fangs from its mouth. It charged them. Leon raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired off a burst. 4 rounds tore through the beast's skull, and 2 through it's chest. It fell to the ground, dead.

OOC- Thats it. Your dead. Go away. I killed you off for fucking up the RP.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC- Go at it.

IC-
"That was... strange." said Mark.
"No kidding." agreed Leon, "Do you think that was a test subject gone mad?"
"Most likely. Jesus, these Nazis are really getting into some deep shit."
"Yeah, no kidding. Come on, we have to meet up with Wesley. Maybe he can help us out of this mess."

The two men continued warily down the hall. Eventually, after a few minutes of walking, they found a door marked "Lockers". They opened the door, which was, luckily enough, unlocked, and continued inside. A lone guard was sitting there, listening to the latest version of an iPod, smoking a cigarette. Mark raised his rifle in preparation to blow his head off, but Leon stopped him. He had a better plan. He pulled Mark slowly out of the room.

"Read his mind, find out if there is some kind of secret exit." he whispered as quietly as he could. Mark concentrated for a moment before nodding.
"It was hard. For the most part, the lyrics of his song drowned out his thoughts, but I did pick up something." he said. "Apparently, there is an elevator that leads straight to the surface. One problem though- it requires a keycard."
"I'll take care of that." Leon told him.

Leon pushed the door open slightly and concentrated on the lit end of the cigarette. The fire moved slowly down the length of it before reaching the mans face. He dropped it a mix of surprise and pain, but it was too late. The flame had grown large enough that it lit his entire face on fire. His features distorted as his flesh was badly burned. He dropped to the ground, gurgling his last breath. Leon let the fire die to a small ember and then flicker out of existence.

"I didn't expect it to be that gory..." he said with a hint of remorse. The sight of the charred face made him shudder, so he took off his prison jacket. Then he lay the orange garment on the dead man's face. That was enough to strengthen his stomach. He reached into the front pocket of the mans uniform and pulled out a keycard marked "MEV1." Whatever that mean didn't matter- it probably opened the elevators he was thinking of. Leon stopped to grab the mans Magnum and Terrier. He handed them both to Mark, who seemed to have lost his weapon. Then he grabbed the mans combat knife, sheath, and grenades. There were two fragmentation grenades and an EMP grenade. He got up to go.

"Wait a minute." said Mark, "Look over here." Mark was pointing to a row of lockers marked Test-Thema-Besitz.
"What does that say?" he asked.
"'Test subject possessions'" said Leon. "Maybe our clothes are there. I'd love to get out of these prison clothes."
"Same." replied Mark, picking at his orange uniform. Leon sent a blast of telekinesis out, knocking the locks off of all of the lockers. The two searched until they found what they were looking for- They each pulled off their white undershirts and orange pants and pulled on their jeans and shirts. Leon even found his dark green hoody in the back of the locker, although he had no idea why it was there. He was carrying it when he was attacked. Regardless, he pulled it on. It felt good to be back in normal clothes.

Leon and Mark left the locker room and continued down the hallway. There journey was rather uneventful for the next few minutes. Every now and then they would break down a door to see if there was a scientist who they could interrogate, but the base was devoid of life now. Perhaps it had been evacuated, or perhaps it was never all that full. Neo-fascism wasn't an appealing line of work for most people in this modern, understanding world.

Finally, they reached a room with something interesting. As soon as they came in, they noticed the elevators in the other end of the room. The doors of each one slid open about a score of troops walked out, carrying a variety of weapons. One of them even had a minigun. Mark and Leon dove for cover as soon as they could, and narrowly avoided detection. It was then that they noticed Wesley and another man, unknown to Leon, hiding as best they could in similar spots. They looked at their newfound allies with pleading looks, but Leon merely put his finger to his mouth in a 'shush' motion.

[Jaxander]

The man turned to look at Jason again, smiling. "Hello there. I suppose you got kidnapped too? Don't suppose you can leave your body alone and control other peoples thoughts too, eh?"

Jason raised an eyebrow as he lowered his weapon. "Don't suppose I can what?" He asked quietly, processing the question. His head was still ringing from the door he had barreled through, and it took him a few moments to realize the question. "Oh, no, I can't. Wait...you can?

"Well, as far as I can tell, I can move objects without touching them, but not everything. Some, bigger stuff, is beyond me. Oh, and apparently I can't die." Jason said with a grin.

At the sight of the man's quizzical look, Jason shook his head with a smile. "Well, that hasn't been tested. I just know that I recover from wounds pretty damn fast. And I'm Jason, by the way."

The other man introduced himself as Wesley, and in a few moments the two of them recounted their experiences in the facility to one another. Upon exploring the room, Wesley found a third door which opened onto a long corridor that had a set of elevators at the far end.

"Wonder where those go," Jason said aloud.

"You think we're underground, and they lead to the surface?" Wesley asked.

Jason shrugged, but soon lifted his gun to his shoulder, aiming it straight ahead. The elevators opened one by one, and out stepped armed guards from each one. Roughly twenty men stood at the far end of the corridor now, each carrying a firearm.

Jason and Wesley ducked behind a stack of crates at their end. Looking at his new companion, Jason mouthed 'what do we do?'

He saw Welsey look at him, probably contemplating the possible outcomes. Then, the thinner, pale man closed his eyes. His breathing settled, and he remained seated, motionless, unresponsive for a few moments. Soon, his eyes fluttered open again, and he looked at Jason.

"We've got some friends." He whispered.

Just then two other men, well armed and haggered, stepped through another door nearby. Seeing the soldiers, they ducked behind a short computer kiosk. They saw Wesley and Jason right away, and one of them put his fingers to his lips, motioning for them all to be quiet.

Jason almost rolled his eyes. 'No shit,' he thought. But he refrained. They'd need to work together in order to get through this, and so he waited for a reaction from them. Jason had never been a good problem-solver, and was always more of a supporter and not a leader.

[DarkMirror]

Wesley considered his options. He had a splitting headache, and didnt feel like trying any mass-control any time soon. However...

He gestured to the others, acting out priming and activating a grenade, then an explosion, and then pointing to the direction of the other soldiers. Finally, he pressed his fingers to his temples and feigned concentration.

[Starcraft78cwal]

Mark stared dumbly at Wesley, who was making erratic hand signs. Leon sighed, and whispered in Mark's ear.

"He can control people. He's saying that he'll control a guard, and have him detonate a grenade," Leon hissed, painfully aware of the guards who were dangerously close. Mark nodded in understanding. He looked over at Wesley, nodding his head in agreement over the idea.

[SolidSamurai]

Forum name- SolidSamurai
Character name- Brent Johanssen
Gender- Male
Age- 19
Physical appearance- 5'10, muscular, 'peroxide spiked' hair, short; caucasian
Clothing- Gray drab tank top, brown cargos
Psionic Powers: Major - Randomized, Minor - Pyrokinesis
Mutation: Major Power - Regeneration
Bio - Brent grew up in west Germany, in a rough neighborhood with an impoverished family who'd originated from the east, way back in 1989. His situation had naturally given him both a tough interior and exterior. However, unnaturally, he's also a mutant.

He works full time in warehousing, but would like to become an apprentice welder in the near future.

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Brent was just finishing up his shift, arriving at the front of the store only to discover what appeared to be his employer leaning back in a wooden chair. The arabic, middle-aged, round, nice woman appeared to be mesmerized and when he came closer he noticed a dark red dot on her forehead.

His heart leapt. A fucking bullethole.

"Holy hell..."

His voice had cracked, but was suddenly immediately muffled as a powerful arm swept around his stomach with crushing force and a black bag was brought over his head.

He screamed. He could barely breath and he couldn't even see. He tried to kick but arms and bodies sat on him anyway. His voice was horse. Now he definitely couldn't breathe.

He felt a white hot, sharp burning sensation near his kidney. He could feel the cinders on his cotton clothes. Another white hot stab.

"Fuck - what the hell is this - you can't do this to me you son of a - !"

A jolting sensation resounded through his body. He could feel his spine vibrate and spasm and then everything went numb. The lightning traveled to his brain and it promptly turned it off. He didn't dream.

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He woke in a room of blinding light, like an ER.

Figures I'd end up in the ER after those god damn kidnappers.

"Hey! You!" Brent shouted at the first man he saw in the room. His vision was still blurry, but he never realised that this man was yet another guard.

"Shut up, kid! I get paid by the hour! I'm not going to listen to the tripe of souless products like you!"

"... dude... aren't I getting like, surgery or something? This is an ER, isn't it?!" He panicked, watching the guard smirk evilly.

"Where the fuck am I?!"

The guard waited until Brent could slow his breathing, then he simply responded with, "You're being held."

"Look, buddy, I got rights here." Brent craned his neck around. He was still wearing all his regular clothes, but...

"And course, you probably took my fucking ID!"

The guard laughed.

"Bitch, you're gonna pay for this! We don't need a lawyer, my family will fuck you up themselves! Hell I'll fuck you up."

The guard gave a look of mock surprise and bafflement, "Hoho, there kid, I think I'd enjoy seeing you try." He fingered his stun baton, "Let's try to exclude those straps that happen to be restricting your movement. Really, it's actually too bad we can't hurt you, there's some strict rules in place in this facility."

Brent was clearly pissed, "Ok I don't give a fuck about whatever facility I'm in... you'll hurt me? What is this, like a fucking interrogation? I'll tell you what, you look like a fucking rent a cop, man! Bring in the detective if you have to. But it sure as hell doesn't look like you can hurt me; I work out man!"

The guard continued to pretend to be frightened by Brent's insulting quips, cackling. Brent eventually became exhausted, but when the guard finally declared a rotate of shift...

"'Kay kid, it's been fun hanging out with you, but I gotta take a classic coffee break. Someone else will return to look after you, shortly."

Brent rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasn't in a good situation. He couldn't be. He had no idea what he was doing here. Facility? Facilitating what? Well fuck if he knew.

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Nobody came. It'd been over an hour. Brent had even taken a short nap in that interval. Frustrated thoughts continually filled his mind. It wasn't like his life as a whole was utterly hopeless; he knew he wasn't destined for much. But this? Forced confinement? He still couldn't get his head around this.

Thoughts filled him. Thoughts of possible escape. He worked his wrists on the sharp vinyl straps.

3 hours. He heard more thudding noises. He thought he'd heard some a few hours ago. He couldn't recall. He still felt angry and frustrated and clueless and now quite depressed. He felt a desperation. Desperation at remembering what he saw before ending up in this shit hole of a mock ER; the dead eyes of the jolly arabic woman. There were plenty of those kinds of people around, but he'd really gotten to know her. It was too bad they fucking shot her. Whoever these god damned fascists had to be. He never likened to corporations. Perhaps they'd taken over for good and were now molding citizens? Who fucking knew, the theories he had weren't entirely less crazy than what he'd seen and what had happened up until now, now that he was lying in this room.

In his desperation to finally break free, his wrists had become incredibly sore, and the sharp vinyl had actually made rather long, deep cuts along his forearms without him even realizing it. All he'd realized for past few hours was the simple feeling, a continuous and now quite itchy, numb pain. He'd discovered a long time ago that he could rotate and tilt the smooth table he was laying on. It was until he discovered sharp barriers, four of them. They each lay side by side, arranged precisely, right next to the table. And while he was working his wrists, tilting the table this way and that, it wasn't until he finally realized that it had been slowly elevating to one direction; right towards the sharpened steel barriers. One for each limb.

Okay... okay... wait, wait... he thought as the proximity towards the barriers became uncontrollable. Suddenly the table fully tilted to the left; completely capsized.

Fuck.

8 seconds later, he lay stock still, still vaguely connected to the vinyl straps in some numb distant part of his mind. He tasted blood. He could feel its wetness all throughout his body. His clothes were probably soaked. He inhaled and exhaled at a surprising steadiness, considering the incredible fucking huge injury he'd suddenly commited on himself.

He tried to shuffle a little. 30 vague, numb seconds later, he felt himself move away from the bench. There was a pool of blood. A thick, massive one. He peered at his hands.

Oh... shit.

Stumps. Nubbly stumps where hands used to be. The steel barriers had fucking cut them off! Completely! His feet too! Severed by the steel barriers that had been conveniently arranged beside the table. Sure he was out now, but he was fucked. Why hadn't he bled to death yet, and why could he move? Why wasn't he in shock? Why weren't their any ER people here to treat him? His little accident? One that would confine him for several years. Probably turn him into a quadraplegic, for fuck sakes.

He felt like one of the poorly written characters in final destination. A convenient accident mutilates yet another teenager... like that one in final destination. He couldn't think of a funnier head line right now. This wasn't funny.

He stared at his stumps again. They'd stopped bleeding. Fresh skin and muscle seemed to pulse and nubs of bone suddenly extended. He could feel everything. Sure the pain was tremendous now, but it was obviously one of those injuries that resulted in little pain due to numb shock. But he could feel his hands growing.

He didn't have hands. Was it phantom pain?

Huh.

OOC: Waiting until someone 'randomizes' my major psychic power, whatever it means when the GM said 'random'. If I don't choose a major mutation, does that mean I get both major and minor of both, but randomized majors?

[Stealth_Prawn]

A sudden blast distracted Marks staring contest with his spaced out ally. He realized that it must have been the grenade mentioned by Leon. Taking advantage of the soldier's confusion, Leon threw another grenade over his soldier to supplement the existing damage. The blast killed another 3 soldiers, leaving only 12 left. The remaining dozen took cover behind various objects, some of them even deploying their riot shields.

Mark popped out from cover long enough to fire a burst from his SMG. The rounds pinged off of a soldiers shield, who returned fire just a split second too late. Leon, using the distraction to his advantage, dove across to another cubicle to seperate himself. He figured if someone threw a grenade now, at least some of them would survive. A shotgun blast hit the wall, missing him by precious inches. Wes took aim and fired a shot from his revolver, hitting the soldier in the shoulder. The flesh flew from it, leaving the arm attached by only a strand of sinew and muscle. The victim fell to the ground, dead or dying.

Another soldier, in retaliation, fired off a burst from his LAPAR. The rounds narrowly missed him, but blew several holes in the box he was hiding behind. The soldier got up to take another few shots but was surprised by a hail of fire from Jason. He fell to the ground, mortally wounded. Jason, who was momentarily put off balance from the recoil, was exposed. A soldier with a LAPAR popped up and fired a burst of rounds at him. Two round missed him narrowly, but three found their marks. Two hit his torso, another in his arm. Jason fell to the ground, now safely behind cover, but bleeding quite badly from his wounds.

"Son of a bitch!" he screamed.
"Ich töte sie, Arschloch!" vowed Leon. He got up, oblivious to the 10 guns now pointed at him. He summoned all of his strength and lifted up four of the soldiers. Throwing his hands forwards, he threw them all at the wall at the opposite end of the room. One of the soldiers hit one of the elevator doors, creating a rather large dent down the center of the steel doors. The minigun revved up to fire, complemented by the two other soldiers who weren't distracted by Leon's show of power. Leon ducked as fast as he could, but he was still hit in the lower torso by a handgun round. It hurt almost as much as the injections.

Pain clouded his senses. His vision blurred, his fingers numbed. He slumped forwards into the cubicle, dimly aware of the dozens of 50. rounds that whizzed by his head.

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: You didn't specify #1 in the introduction.

And yah, I'll catch up, dude.

[DarkMirror]

You could have read the thread. Also, MOAR IC.

[Stealth_Prawn]

Edited for space

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: Read my post again, it got edited.

Just pretend that the employer doesn't exist, so that I don't have to continue editing.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC- I read it. It still doesn't fit. Like I said, edit a second time. And stop wasting space in here, just PM me. Also, for future reference, you don't post until you are accepted.

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: Right, I could have included the fact that the employer could have reported a kidnapping, but I think I'd rather not be included in this after all.

Maybe it's because you're a jerk.

Pretty original motive for someone to leave, eh?

[DarkMirror]

No, your leaving because your not willing to follow simple rules Solid.

Wesley saw Leon start to topple over, thinking quickly. Throwing his mind at the man, he took over, ignored the bodies complaints, and made Leon throw himself to the ground behind cover. Then, he quickly released control, screaming at the splitting headache he now had.

"Argh! God dammit, we need to get the hell out of here!"

[Stealth_Prawn]

"This is getting is nowhere fast." Wes said to Jason. "Any ideas?"
"Just one." said Jason. The wound he had sustained earlier had already healed, so he had an idea of his regenerative capabilities. He summoned up all of his courage and rose out of cover. He unleashed a hail of bullets on the soldier with the minigun. 5 guns found their way towards him, and he braced himself as they started firing towards him. Dozens of rounds ripped through his flesh. He fell down, clenching his teeth, doing his damndest not to pass out. He knew that once the first bit was over, it would get better.

By this time, Leon had awakened. He looked at his chest and saw the entry from the small caliber bullet. All of his energy went into pulling that bullet out, and although it was not a particularly large object, it was painful. The bullet popped free of the wound and was followed by a small gush of blood. Leon knew that if he could bind the wound, the bleeding would stop, so he ripped a piece from his hoody and tied it around his chest as a make shift bandage. The pain had already begun to receed, as a safeguard for the experiments was to give all subjects increased white blood cell counts. Although not as effective as Jasons healing, Leon could not help but be impressed by his fairly quick regeneration.

A glance over at Jason revealed a bloody man, pulling out each bullet with his bare hands. Leon had to admire his courage.knowing his comrade to be safe, he was able to focus his sights on the enemies. Five now remained. The soldier who formerly held the minigun was now dead, his weapon discarded on the floor. Leon focused on it and pulled it towards him. The heavy weapon caused a headache for him in his weakened state, but he was able to drag it towards him. He picked it up, shocked at the weight in his hands. This was what he needed.

Leon began revving the gun while standing up. The five soldiers were now terrified- they had witnessed four weak and weary men take out 15 of their well trained comrades. Now the one who was shot only moments ago was up, holding a weapon weighing almost 100 pounds. Only one bothered to raise his weapon. He was first.

The six rotating barrels of the gun fired off countless rounds. Leon swept it from right to left as quickly as he could, and in six seconds, with hundreds of casings on the floor, the four prisoners were left without targets.

Leon, Mark, Jason, and Wesley raided the bodies of their enemies for all the water and rations they could find. Although Leon and Wes were only a little hungry, Mark was even more so. Jason in particular was starving after such a huge recuperation. In total, they found enough to sedate their hunger, as well as plenty of weapons. The Avenger minigun still had plenty of ammo, and they also found a Fisheye, several Dispatchers, LAPARs, Terriers, and even a LRAAR with a 60mm rocket. They also managed to find several grenades of each kind, as well as knives. Jason convinced everyone to grab body armor from whoever they could find, testifying that it hurt like hell to get shot. Leon ended up with the Avenger, and a Magnum Special, as well as two incendiary grenades and a frag. He also now wore a bullet-proof vest and combat boots.

[Starcraft78cwal]

Mark slipped on the body armor and picked up a LAPAR, weighing it in his hands. Satisfied, he turned to the others, trying to avert his eyes from the bodies strewn across the floor but ultimately failing as there were bodies and blood everywhere he looked. Mark sighed; he was getting used to the sight of bodies, anyways.

He waited for the others to make their choices of weapons and gear so they could move on.

[Stealth_Prawn]

OOC-the Avenger IS the minigun. Read the weapon sheet.

[Starcraft78cwal]

OOC- Oops, sorry 'bout that...

[Stealth_Prawn]

Jason grabbed the LRAAL and a Terrier while Wes grabbed a Dispatcher shotgun and Magnum. Leon swiped the key card, grabbed from the guard earlier, through the reader near the elevator door. The doors swung open and the four men stepped inside. There were 3 buttons- B, M, and S. Leon guessed that they meant Basement, Main, and Surface, so he pressed the button marked "S." With a sudden jerk, the elevator started upwards.

The elevator travelled for about 5 minutes, indicating that they were very far underground. Finally, the doors slid open and the blinding sun shine shone in their faces. They each smiled and stepped out, happily noticing the lack of guards. Leon motioned them to find hiding spots before scanning the area. They were in a large courtyard with many doors, likely leading to other parts of the complex. The courtyard was surrounded by a large wall on each side and there were guard towers placed periodically.

On the far side from them, Leon noticed a very large two door gate. It was guarded by armed soldiers on both sides, as well as a guard shack. Mark raised his assault rifle to his shoulder and focused the sight on one of the guards heads. Although there was no scope and the distance was well over two hundred meters, Mark was confident in his ability to score a kill. He closed his eyes briefly before squeezing the trigger.

[DarkMirror]

Wesley had, while the others raided the bodies, added a number of interesting TSAIO 110s to his own weapons, along with a basic suit of body armor and a Dispatcher 08. When they arrived at the courtyard, he thought quickly, and two things happened at the same time.

One, the gate began to slide open. Second, the tower directly next to the gate exploded.

Inside said tower, it went something like this...

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you opening the gat-"

*Stops, and then calmly pulls the pins out of all his grenades.*