It's a brand new day and the sun is high. All the birds are singing that you're gonna DIE! How I hesitated now I wonder why.
Tyson woke up on the couch, not even remembering he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the living room still groggy. He turns off the TV, and got off the couch with every bone and joint in his body cracking and popping violently. His mind still hasn't woke up, it was focusing on the dreams he was having. None were as intense as that first dream with Zadkiel and Gabriel, but they were still strange. They were dreams of different lifetimes in different time periods. Some were about warriors, kings, judges, and a few artist. But no matter who it was about they all seemed familiar to him. Tyson turns on his phone to check the time. "Son of a..." Tyson has only 15 minutes to get ready for work. He bolts to the kitchen, and puts two pieces bread in the toaster. With the toast on, he moves to the closet and grabs the cat food. The toast pops up as he is pouring the cat food into Hitch's bowl. He puts the toast in his mouth and the cat food back into the closet all while Hitch watches him scramble about. He rushes to the bathroom with his toast still in his mouth, he realizes that he doesn't have time for a shower. So he grabs the deodorant and rubs it all over his pits. Then he grabs his body spray and sprays his whole body. With his morning stank quilled he heads to the bedroom to get dressed. With his shirt and tie on he struggles out of the bedroom towards the door while pulling up his pants. With his pants up, he grabs his gun and badge off the nightstand next to the door. He heads to Denise. "Sorry Denise, no time to talk." He opens the car door and gets in.
A BOOMBOX IS NOT A TOY!
May I Join? Username: lord-insan-E-O Name: Johnny Parker Age: 22 Background: Johnny's just a southern gentleman from Kentucky. His father was a hunter who was working a case when he blew into town and met his mother. His father and mother stayed in contact and he knew his father fairly well. Both his parents never wanted him to become a hunter, but knowing what was out there they taught him enough to protect himself. His father got ripped to shreds by a werewolf when he was 13. With his father dead his mother became paranoid, and learned a whole lot more about what goes bump in the night. She then was all 'Sarah Conner' when raising him, making sure he was prepared for anything. But she died when Johnny was 18, yeah smoking does kill kids. With nothing left for him and knowing how to kill about anything with anything, he left his home for a life of cheap Motel rooms, internet porn, and violence. Personality: Johnny enjoys being a hunter. The fighting, the women, the traveling, and most of all the one liners, he loves it all. He's a big softie, willing to help anyone if they ask nicely. When it comes to the unnatural, he has a motto, 'Don't kill, then won't get killed'. Appearance: Link mofo Favorite weapon: Smith & Wesson Model 460 he calls 'Sally', Sawed off Over and Under Shotgun, and a machete. Other: He drives a SUV. Celine Demon.
I'm not fat......I'm just larger than life.
Tyson hopped down on the couch. And turned the TV on even though the satellite signal was coming in and out. He turned the channel to a classic monster movie marathon, 'The Wolf-Man' was currently playing. Tyson tried to lay back, relax and tone out the storm. He doesn't know why but this storm is unsettling him, just something's wrong with it he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. About half way through the movie Tyson dozed off, and began to toss and turn on the couch. His dream was becoming more clear, more vivid. Until he could make out what he saw. "You summoned, Gabriel." A tall brown curly haired young man appeared out of nowhere next to a older man with a beard and black hair with silver streaks in it, on a cliff overlooking the ocean. "Yes, Zadkiel it is good to see you." The man, Gabriel said with a thunderous voice. "Yes, but let's skip the pleasantries. I'm guessing you didn't summon me here to chat." Zadkiel responded. Gabriel grinned "Of course. You must stop this, ask for forgiveness. God...Heaven needs you." "Nether God nor Heaven needs me." Zadkiel calmly said. "No you are needed! You are 'The Righteous of God', 'The Archangel of Mercy and Forgiveness'! You will always be needed!" Gabriel grew increasingly angry. Thunder clouds began to form above their heads. Gabriel took deep breaths in and out, as he calmed down the storm clouds dissipated. "You forgot 'Archangel of Freedom'. And that's what I want Gabriel, freedom." Gabriel looked Zadkiel over, unsure what to say. "God gave humans free will. Freedom to choose their own fate, their own religion, too do whatever they wish. Pure freedom. While us angels, we are at the whim of God. He gives us a duty and we must carry it out if we wish too or not. I want the freedom to choose not." Zadkiel said. "But it is not our way. We are meant to carry out God's will." Gabriel replied trying to convince Zadkiel to see things his way. "Why can't God carry out his own will!" Zadkiel yelled as thunder could be heard in the distance. "Please reconsider. Freedom comes at a price, pain, suffering are you prepared for that?" Gabriel pleaded, you could hear the desperation in his voice. "I'll take all the pain, all the suffering, you know why? Because it will be mine! Mine, not something God bestowed on me! Mine!" Zadkiel yelled growing more frustrated. "Then that is your choice. And you must live with the consequences." "Then I will." Zadkiel and Gabriel traded stares with one another. "Zadkiel, you are here by striped of your rank, and banished from the Host of Heaven. Your soul doomed to roam this world for eternity, never knowing peace. As it is God's will. I'm sorry." Gabriel turns his back on Zadkiel, and stretches out his wings with his shadow towering over the newly fallen angel. "I hope freedom is worth it.....for your sake." "It is." Zadkiel replied to Gabriel as he disappears. Zadkiel looks towards the sky, signs and disappears. Tyson wakes in a sweat. Breathing heavily, unsure what the hell just happened. He lays back down to try to relax. But the name, Zadkiel was burnt into his mind.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: OmegaTech Briefing Room Time: 1:05 pm Mood: A little worried "A flirt and a geek. Just what I need. As if I didn't have enough problems." Elle thought as she resisted the urge to punch Darcy after he smiled at her innocently. "You know I'm starting to think you don't like us very well oh fearless leader." Ryder grinned at Elle. Ryder could tell he was going to like the rookie. "Now that that's done," Dr. Callistarr said, grabbing attention from the others, "The reason why I've brought you here. Word has been going around my contacts that a rival organization is looking to destroy all Enhancermorphs. Has anyone ever heard of the Ut Mali?" "I'm guessing they aren't very nice guys." Ryder replied. "But if they want us dead shouldn't we have all hands on deck. Not just 5 teenagers? Wait where's Poke?" The door to the briefing room barged open, and in came Poke with toast in his mouth. "Nope!" He replied, hearing the question, as he took a seat. "Sorry, food first. Unless if it's a dire emergency, which this doesn't count as one." He grabbed his bread, and munched a piece off. "So, then, I heard there was a new recruit?" He looked around, and finally found him. "Ah, so you're the new guy! Nice eyes." He said, noting the similarities between their eye colors. He took out that something he got from the fridge out from his pocket, and slid it towards Darcy. "Here, think of it as a welcoming gift." The thing he slid to Darcy was a king-sized kit-kat bar. "Nice of you to join us Pokey. So how'd you die this time in the sim? Rubble crush you?" Ryder asked.
"Well, don't I feel special." Archer said as the older agent left. No matter what the circumstances of being drafted into the Allies, he had a job to do. Archer walked out of the alley, and got on his motorcycle. Archer quickly raced towards the Tanker. Archer in a split-second attached a explosive arrow to the bike and used some near by rubble as a ramp, leaped off the bike in a few seconds before it rammed into the Tanker. His bike exploded in a spectacular display, staggering the Tanker back. Archer glanced over at the other Allies. "That's why I can't have nice things, I hope that doesn't come out of my pay check. So, Superfriends, you guys done playing patty cake with the giant toaster or you gonna kick off your high heels and Sunday dresses and kick it's ass?" Archer began firing explosive arrows rapidly at the Tanker. But they just starched the paint job. "I told command to make me some more powerful explosives, but no having small 'atomic warhead' arrows was over doing it." Archer continued to fire arrows while circling the Tanker. "You'd disagree wouldn't you buddy?" "I'm open for suggestions. Got any Highlander (Apostle), Jumping Bean (Runner), 3PO (Alice), you Sparkles (Enerjak), or you Gecko Girl (Dragoness)?"
So you're going to touch me in the morning and then just walk away?
Tyson and the other cops looked up at the darken sky as it started to pour the rain. "God damnit!" Steward yelled at the sky. "Crap, alright finish up taking pictures and collecting what evidence you can before the rain washes it away!" Steward barked as the other cops and detectives scrambled to get what they needed. "Well looks like this killer got lucky!" James yelled at Tyson but he could barely hear what he said on account of the booming thunder. With the evidence all bagged and packed up, they all headed back to the station. "Son of a dick! I can barely see two feet in front of me! How bout' you?" Tyson trying to see out of the wind shield asked his partner. "Just barely! It's freaking biblical up in here!" James said bobbing his head back and forth trying to get a better look outside. The car begins to swivel around the road. "It's ok I got it under control!" James said to reassure Tyson. They finally make it back with no more trouble. They rush into the station trying to avoid getting too soaked. "Fan-freaking-tastic!" Steward yelled pacing the floor. "Well looks like chuckles is in a good mood." Tyson said to James with a little smile on his face. "I heard that dick!" Steward snapped back. "Well at least our sift is over." James said after glancing over at the clock. They finish there reports and clock out. Tyson heads back to Denise. "It's ok Denise. Get ya home and cover you up. I know you hate the rain too." Tyson said while rubbing the dash board. After getting back home Tyson went around to the truck grabbing a tarp and placing it over Denise. Tyson went back to his apartment. Opening the door, Tyson sees Hitch hiding under the table, shaking in fear of the thunder. "Yeah, I don't like it either buddy." Tyson said.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: OmegaTech briefing room Time: 1:04 Mood: Friendly "Name's Darcy. Nice nickname, by the way. I'm guessing that you can enhance your body mass? Because if that's the case, then I'm already impressed." "Nice to meet you Darcy. And yeah I'm a little like the incredible Hulk. Cept' no degree, and not that many angrier issues." Ryder said with a smile. "We'll have plently of time to swap tales later, gentlemen." Dr. Callistar said impatiently, gathering a bunch of papers for the briefing, "Is Poke enroute right now, Muscle?" "I'm not sure sir. Last I heard he was in the training sim." Ryder replied. Ryder likes to hang out with Poke, mostly to hassle him over his training sim deaths. Ryder noticed in the corner of his eye a girl walking into the room. "Sorry for being late.." She said quietly as she approached the group. "Hi, I'm Rachael." Ryder recognized her, he didn't know her personally but he knew of her from some of the other Enhancermorphs. All he knew was she kept to herself and had some kind of mental powers. Which made her a target of rumors and stuff. "Hi Rachael!" Ryder greeted her back. Rachael stared into Darcy's eyes. Ryder wasn't sure what was happening. "Elle isn't a bad person once you get to know her..." Rachael caught herself before she said anything more, realizing that he had not actually said anything about Elaine. "Sorry." She said quickly as she averted her and stared back at the floor. Ryder watched as Rachael moved to a corner away from them with a amazed look on his face as he knew she read Darcy's mind. He could tell by her face she was more than a little embarrassed, but he didn't know why. Ryder walked over towards her "Ummm something wrong?" Ryder asked with a genuine look of curiosity.
Tyson and James finally make it back at the police station. James begins the paper work while Tyson escorts Lester to a cell in the station. "Alright buddy here you go." Tyson said when opened a cell door. "If you need anything just ask." Tyson gave a faint smile as he closed the door. Tyson heads back to his partner who was already about done with the paper work. "Aaaannnnnndddddd done. Next time you do the paper work Ty." James sighed. "Ah but Jimbo, your so good at-" But before Tyson could finish his sentence the chief walked in. "Hey rookies we got a fresh one, your on crowd control." The chief barked. Crowd control was Tyson's least favorite part of the job, because it was SO boring. They went on back to their cruiser and headed to the crime scene with the sirens flashing and beeping. "So what do you think happened." James said to break the silence. "I hope it's nothing too gross." "Its probably some guy that was offed by his wife for cheating or something like that." Tyson replied. "Yeah your probably right, but still it would be kinda' cool if it was a serial killer or something." Tyson rolled his eyes at James. James always glamourized being a cop like it was the same on TV, although he likes his job he would rather be a homicide detective or something exciting. Tyson on the other hand was happy at where he was, he enjoyed the feeling of helping people. They finally arrived at the scene of the crime. Stepping out of the cruiser they went over for orders from the detectives in charge. "Hey there maggots." Detective Norman one of the detectives in charge. Norman is the top dog around here, having the highest score from the Police Academy, that was until Tyson arrived. He always did everything in his power to humiliate and berate Tyson. "Hey! That's enough! You've only been a detective for little over a month, so get too high and mighty. Partner." A familiar voice came to there defense, it was Steward. "Nice to see ya kid. Go ahead and take post over there." Steward pointed over to his right with people taking pictures of the scene. Tyson and James gave him a nod and headed over to there post.
Everybody's a little nutty! Deal with it.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: Entrance to the briefing room Time: 1:00 pm Mood: A little bored Ryder watched as Elaine slide by after that first meeting with the rookie. Ryder always thought their fearless leader need to work on her people skills and get a therapist for good measure. Ryder continued forward towards the briefing. Seeing the new recruit and the good doctor, Ryder moved towards them. "Sup, you must be the new guy. Sorry about our fearless leader she can be a little hot headed." Ryder said with a welcoming look on his face. "So to speak. I'm Ryder aka Muscle." Ryder looked over at the doctor forgetting he was there. Ryder quickly straightened up and looked towards the doctor. "Umm sir, I didn't mean anything by it." Although none of the scientists, especially Callistarr really asked him to be so formal towards them, Ryder always did. Mostly because he respected them a lot, especially Callistarr for all they've done for him and the other Enhancermorphs. It annoyed the other scientists and Enhancermorphs. And lot of the others called him a kiss ass, until he grows 8 ft tall and gets muscles that would make Hulk Hogan piss himself, do they back down for whatever reason.
"So, Lester what's new?" Tyson asked the dirty old bum. "Other then the end of days. Heard from your family lately?" Tyson asked, even though Lester's 'asylum was missing a few patients' Tyson felt sympatric towards the old guy, because before he was shoplifting canned goods during the whole Y2K thing he was a loving father and husband. But tragedy struck when he lost his 16 year old son by a stray shot in a police shooting during a bank robbery gone wrong. A little time later he lost it and was convinced the world was ending. His wife left sometime after that taking their 12 year old daughter with her. "No....its been months since we last talked." Lester said with a hurt tone in his voice. "Hey, it'll be alright." James said looking through the rear view mirror at Lester in the back seat of the car. Tyson glanced at his watch to see what time it was. "Say, Jimbo pull the car over here." Tyson told his partner. James give him a confused look and did what his partner said. After the car was pulled over on the side of the road, Tyson pulled out that lunch that Lucy made for them. "Hungry Lester?" Tyson asked as he slide the little divider between the front and back seat open and handed Lester half of his PB&J sandwich. Lester with a really confused look took the half of the sandwich. James took his sandwich and started eating it as did Tyson. With a hesitant look Lester glanced back and forth between the cops and the sandwich unsure what the hell was going on. He finally took a bite of the sandwich. "You thirsty Lester? I've got some graph juice here." Tyson asked with a smile on his face. "Um no I'm fine thanks." Lester replied. "Ok, so how you been?" Tyson asked with his mouth full of PB&J goodness. "Fine, I read about your fiancé in the paper. I'm sorry, losing someone you love is never easy, are you ok?" Lester said while pecking at his sandwich. James with a nerves look turned to his partner to see his response, James was curious about how Tyson was doing too but was a little sacred to ask because he didn't want to upset his friend at such a rough time in his life. Tyson calmly swallowed the food in his mouth, and looked back at Lester. "I'm ok, its rough. God its rough. But hopefully it'll get easier." Tyson turned back around and finished his sandwich and juice. James looked at Tyson, he knew his partner too well to know when he's hiding something. But he didn't press him on the subject. "It doesn't." Lester responded. Then he finished his sandwich in silence. With there food finished they started back to the police station.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: His room Time: 12:48 pm Date: 5/17/2032 The sound of heavy punches hitting a old punching bag echo's though his room. Although he could use a holographic training sim, he prefers to use the real thing. It probably has to do with his father being a history teacher and collects old artifacts. In his room he has old training equipment including bench presses and dumb bells. "Sir, you have been requested to meet with Doctor Callistarr, we have a new recruit." The AI interrupted Ryder's workout. "Yes, I'm on my way." Ryder said while already half way though the door. Ryder heading towards to meeting spot looks around the city, he was amazed that in only a few years the city has become this vast. While on his way he noticed some girl walking away from a game of chess with ice pieces. He didn't really know her, heck he only knew her name and power but he's seen her around. Ryder mostly just interacts with the more younger Enhancermorphs acting like a big brother, or den mother a lot of them liked to call him. The biggest reason he acts that way is because he was experimented on only one month before the riot back when this wasn't a city, and feels a little sorry that he went though a lot less then some of the others.
"Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Kane," the gray-haired AEGIS agent said. "Of course sir." Tray said in a calm voice. Tray hadn't been in AEGIS for a while now he still finds himself working with beyonders a little unsettling. Not that he was racist against beyonders, he just felt a little useless since he doesn't have any powers. And he still wasn't used to working with other people in general because he was always working alone when he was with Olympus. Olympus for those who don't know, which is just about everybody without high AEGIS clearance, is a league of the world's top assassins. But that was a long time ago and save war stories for another time. "As you know, the Justice Allies are a very important...venture for AEGIS. However, it seems that the final roster isn't exactly the approved roster. Management is, of course, miffed about it, for lack of a better term. You know how those old men can be, it's all procedure and budget with them. Anyways, guess who was just chosen to join the Allies?" The agent smiled as he pointed at Archer and mouthed the word 'you.' "Me?!" Tray asked. "I'm honored sir, but me? I don't have any powers what use could I be? Besides if you need one of the few heroes who doesn't have powers save an entire team of beyonders, what's that say about the team?" Tray was a little uncomfortable with the idea of being the only member of the team without powers. "But before you go in, arrows blazing, we have information for you." "Ok sir, I've got no choice so Let's get started."
Nah i'm hip to the gundam fight and stuff.
ooohhh sorry I wasn't thinking, its not my strong suit.
Oh slipped my mind and yes to both parts. :D
