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Nero is in the classroom

Nero: Evening everyone, tonight we have a guest speaker from the local recycling plant. We've been told he's talented at turning odd bits and pieces into practical items, sadly he isn't here yet, but that's to look forward to.

There's a knock at the door and Silas walks in

Silas: I'm Silas from the recycling plant, here for the demonstration on err what I can errm make from unwanted materials.


Nero: Excellent, the floor is yours

Silas has an uneasy look about him but he goes about his business. Nero's eye is caught by something in Silas' bag

Nero: Silas can we see what that gleaming piece of beauty is?

Silas: Those are my homemade nun-chucks

Nero couldn't help but notice their distinct pattern. Silas seemed to get even more uneasy, as if he felt something was wrong

Silas: That's why I do, anyone I must leave, I have lots to do. I hope i've inspired you to get more use out of your unwanted materials.

Silas hastily leaves as Nero has a confused look on his face

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Yoko With her new found speed Looks across and can't believe she has seen this guy burn through a fence and is now a Wolf with speed to match hers. She summons more strenght from the moonlight and speeds across the rooftops. She has the higher vantage point and needs to close in on bagman. She spots bag man and she takes the rooftops and drops into the alley Bagman is turning into.  

She hides behind a dumpster and as Bagman draws level she uses her cutlass as a pivot and hit's Bagman with a knee to the face, at this moment with no Natural moonlight to keep her Bloodtrait going the fatigue of the chase hit's her as her Eye's return to normal. Yoko tries to stand but can only manage on her hands and knees silently crying as her muscles scream out in pain the Lactic acid build up has her paralyzed she can't move. Her lungs are burning, she was able to breathe effortlessly when she harnessed the energy of natural light, But now she had no natural light to aid her recovery, she had never felt this helpless before.

Yoko can tell the artificial light grows dark she can't speak through exhaustion, She hit bagman Hard but not nearly enough to cause any real damage, "Is this how it ends for me On my hands and knees in a dirty New York City alleyway on a cold night" she wonders, steam was coming for her body in the cool air of NYC. She needs to get into natural light again she need's the moonlight The artificial lights have no effect for her bloodtrait, still looking at the floor Yoko is resigned to the fact she is less than useless until she can recover or get to light, She can hear the blood pounding in her neck and ears, she can taste the blood on her lips and the back of her throat, and she can see the droplets of blood on the ground, her blood, The Artificial light grows darker still, not darker, it's a shadow she tires to look round but she can barely move.

Yoko tries to move but she collapses, she is to fatigued. Yoko feels the darkness closing in.....


Edited by LennyComa - 06/September/2013 at 16:55
Y'know what?....It's really fucking hot here in Africa. Who knew?....Well me, I have been doing this for almost 5 years
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*As Far Strike continues to help the people injured from the blast moved to safety, police sirens wail in the distance. The smoke from the fire swirls around him, and he looks around for Spirit Guard, but the big man is nowhere to be seen. A huge headache randomly building behind his temples, he stops, helps one last man buried beneath a small pile of rubble across the street, then ascends another fire escape and takes off across the rooftop. He catches a glimpse of two burly police officers running to the scene as he leaps from the edge of the roof to the next, and he barely manages to grab the edge with his fingertips and haul himself up.*

Far Strike: I don't know what happened to Spirit Guard, but I'm nearing my limits. It's midnight and sun won't be up for another 7 hours at least. I'll come back in the morning when it's not so crowded and when I'm not in uniform. Holy shit I'm exhausted.

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He tried to push through his fatigue, but his muscles screamed in agony as he leapt across another alleyway and crashed in a heap on the surface of the roof. He staggered to his feet, walked to the edge of the roof and gauged the distance between the two buildings, before backing away and slumping to the ground against the air conditioning unit.*

Far Strike: I'll take a quick rest here, and climb down to ground level soon. I gotta stretch and cool my jets.

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He leaned back against the machine and fell instantly to sleep. The camera imbedded in the vent of the A/C unit swiveled to

Roughly an hour later, the door to the building opened and two men dressed in black combat fatigues and ski masks strode up to him. One of the men pulled a syringe out of his pocket and tapped it twice, before injecting the contents of the vial into his bloodstream. The second man pulls out some type of metallic clamping tool and fixes the two prongs on either side of Fletcher's neck before pulling the trigger mechanism, and a soft *thump* comes from the apparatus. The two men back away and retreat back through the door they came through.*

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Silas is rushing through the streets

Silas: Something isn't right, the balance is being titled too much towards goodness, I can sense it, but where is all this goodness coming from......

Silas takes a sharp right turn and heads to his new house

Silas: I need to get to work quickly. This communication set needs to be setup right away, so does the security system, now lets find an electricians number to get it done first thing in the morning, now where's my bag of tricks......

Silas smiles as he sifts through his bag

Silas: Interesting, I could make a nice defence system out of this, just a few tweaks here and there, and this could prove very potent and well disguised in my everyday outfit.

Silas turns his back as he gets to work on his workbench

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*Fletcher woke up with a huge gasp of air, and sat up quickly. The blood rushed through his body, and as his equilibrium tried to balance out, he put his head in his hands and leaned forward into his knees. A migraine pounded behind his left temple, but gradually receded and his body returned to normal.*

Fletcher: Hades that was weird. I'm a fucking demigod, there is no way I should have been that messed up after last night. It was eventful, but nothing I would consider so exhausting.

*He stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He was in some sort of staircase, and as he tried to recognize it a sudden flood of images raced through his mind. The fire at the university, his clumsier than normal strafing across the rooftops, and settling down back against the A/C unit.*

Fletcher: Alright, I guess I crawled into the staircase somehow. I better get moving and get out of here. A trespasser with my type of outfit isn't likely to draw the good kind of attention.

*He grabbed his bow and quiver,  ran back up the last bit of stairs, threw open the outside door (thanking his father for a warm and sunny morning), and slid down the fire escape and into the alley below. He snuck down the darkest alleyways he could and managed to make it back to his apartment without his arraignment drawing too much attention. As he stepped inside his apartment, he dropped his bow and quiver gently, threw off his tunic, sandals, various armor strappings and bronze plates and tossed them into his room before collapsing on the couch with a slight moan. His head was throbbing, but after a while he noticed a small, sharp pain on his right bicep, like a tiny bruise.*

Fletcher: This week is just getting weirder and weirder. I don't remember being TOUCHED last night, let alone enough for a contusion.

*He stood up, swayed to the mirror in the hallway, and flipped on a light switch. He checked his arm and found a small pinprick sized puncture wound in the crook of his right elbow, and a small, geometrically shaped protrusion from his right wrist. *

Fletcher: This isn't right, Fletch. I recognize a needle mark when I see one, but that bump looks troubling.

*He staggered back to his couch just in time to collapse onto his sofa and fall into a fitful unconsciousness....

SUDDENLY he was jarred awake from his sleep by the buzzing of his doorbell buzzer. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, then made his way to the door before throwing it open to find a stunning short red headed girl in Buddy Holly glasses and black, skin tight jeans. With a brown clipboard in hand, he wore a dark green and black t-shirt, emblazoned with the album cover from the Abbey Road album, that hugged her slim but deceptively curvy body.

(Small tits, but that ass is on point!) his mind noticed, as he sized her up quizzically.*

Fletcher: Um, yes can I help you?

*She looked up at him and grinned, a mouth full of pearly whites flashed as they reflected the sunlight from outside. *

Annie: My name is Annie Moss, and I gotta say you're the tallest guy I've had to deal with today.

Fletcher (With a smile of his own): Well I'll take that as a compliment. So now I guess, can I help you?

*She pushed the hair out of her eyes and held out her clipboard.*

Annie: I'm a student from CUNY, and I'm passing around a petition in the neighborhood to raise awareness for the abolishment of masked vigilantes in the city. They've begun really overstepping their bounds in the last few weeks, and last night there were two different bombings not very far from here that I believe were a result of their involvement. It's embarassing, but it seems like I'm one of the few people around here that aren't caught up in the "superhero frenzy".

*Fletcher frowned and looked at the sheet of paper on the clipboard, and realized the irony in the situation.*

Fletcher: Yeah, it seems like you're the ONLY one.

*She ducked her head in humiliation, before looking straight into his eyes.*

Annie: Please don't let me wander around here without at least one signature. I've been discouraged enough as it is.

*He sighed, before signing the top slot and passing it back. Annie smiled brightly and hugged him, catching him off guard.*

Annie: OH MY GOD thank you so so much, you don't know how much this means to me.

Fletcher: Oh, well no problem. Not a big deal.

*She looked at the paper again, then back up to him with a coy smile.*

Annie: I really appreciate it. Here, here's my card. It has my phone number on it if you ever wanna chat, or grab some coffee.

*She smiled again, before walking down the hallway, her hips rolling sensuously with each step. He watched appreciatingly, shook his head, and closed the door. As she heard the door slam, she smirked and looked down at the signature, before taking out the paper from the clipboard, tossed the clipboard over the railing of the balcony, and jumped in the elevator.*
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Oh Spirits, is this going to become a regular thing now? Granted, the bag guy was just a regular thug, small fish, so to say, but, still... three channels in a single day, this hasn´t happened since the days of my forefathers, when they were fighting in the wars!

Olafs mind was racing while the clanking sound of metal and the occasional groan of exhaustion echoed through the large, brightly lit room of the gym. Olaf was wielding a long handlebar with lots of broad discs attached to either end. He balanced the bar on his shoulders while bending his knees and straightening up again. Dark stains showed on his grey T-shirt and pearly drops of sweat cascaded down his forehead. Again and again, he lifted his body and the bar by the power of his legs.

Recount.... Have met Far Strike, son of Apollo. He´s one of the good guys, right? Then, a mob boss was taught how to fly... guess he was a slow learner. Pancaked a Police cruiser. His warehouse? Reduced to cinders. Another explosion in the university. Connected? The bank robbery? Is this part of all this? The explosions diversions? No.... doesn´t feel right. Spirits help me.... 

Olaf grabbed to heavy dumbbells and started lifting his arms in front of his chest and sideways, straining the muscles on his shoulders. 

Hunted twice. Burned once. The last thug... I wasn´t the only hunter. A girl. Don´t know anything about her. Good? Probably. Something different to her though.

His mind still wandering, Olaf moved over to the benchpress station, dropped weights onto an empty bar and laid down onto the bench. He lifted the bar, lowered it onto his chest, then pushed it upwards again and again.

I shall need to get some axe training in too later today. I have a feeling, I will need it. Some throwing exercises.... Far Stike does have the range advantage on me with that bow, I cannot fall behind too much. Yes, Spirits, he´s a good guy... now. But...

A voice tore Olaf out of his thoughts as a bulky, obviously fake tanned man with the badge "trainer" on his T-shirt stepped next to him.

Trainer: Dude, you know, it´s... like... forbidden to do benchpresses alone without someone covering you... I mean, you could get choked or something.

Olaf pushed the bar upwards and held it in that position while staring at the man. 

Olaf: That does not apply to me.

He continued his repetitions, ignoring the look of bewilderment and momentary anger on the "trainer"s face.

Trainer: Seriously, dude? I mean, that attitude is, like, gonna get you kicked outta here. Put the bar away before you get hurt and bring a training buddy next time! Come on now, or I´ll have to, like, take it away from you.

Olafs face broke into a wide, mocking grin.

Olaf: You can try, skinny. Just don´t tear something.

The trainers face blazed with anger at the open mockery and he stepped behind Olaf´s head, reaching for the bar. With a grunt, he tried to lift it from Olaf´s hands and place it back on the rack. Visible strain ran through the muscles of the trainers arms as his face slowly turned red. Olaf chuckled.

Olaf: Here, let me help you with that.

Thank you for your strength, Bear.... just a bit.

Olaf´s eyes started to shimmer blue as he lifted the bar up while standing up from the bench. Holding the heavy handle in just his left hand, he grabbed his towel and water bottle with the right hand before putting the bar onto its rest. Instantly, he felt the surging strength of the bear fade again. He was sweating before, so the sudden rise in exhaustion went unnoticed. What was not unnoticeable was the expression of complete amazement on the face of the trainer.

Trainer: Dude, that was, like, 500 lbs!

Again, the mocking grin appeared on Olafs face as he started to casually walk away.

Olaf: Yeah, you know... low weight, high reps...

Thank you for your strength, Bear.... it was worth every second....
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Yoko opens her eyes, She tries to stand but is exhausted. She Is on a roof top and the sun is shining on her, Still bitterly cold but A bright day none the less. She feels safe and the suns rays are aiding her in her recovery.

"How did I get up here?" she asks aloud even though she knows no one can see it.

She looks over the ledge of the wall scanning the busy Metropolitan streets for Bag man. She already knew he was long gone. She could tell she had been here hours. The contact she made with Bagman was hard for sure, she flexes her knee and watches the swelling reduce. She smiles and the Sun os helping to heal the Injuries....She could tell just form the way she was feeling that she was healing. 

"Who was that wolf man?" again asking outloud, a trait she had inherited from her grandmother. 

She looks around again she feels strong enough to brave the shadow's the sun had done as much as it could but she needed to eat, She unsheathes her cutlass and spins round, the blade stops inches from a Old Black ladies Face

"Whoa dariln' I'm just hangout out ma washin' is all" Her southern twang shining through eyes wide in fear.

"I apologise, forgive me" as she sheathes her blade.

"You onea them superheroes I been hearin' 'bout on the news ain't cha"

Yoko is confused, she feigns a Smile. "Sorry I got to go, Nice meeting you" 

And with that she bounds from the roof top the next and jumps off the side of the Building into an alleyway, She walks toward Joe's House. He will be on his way to work now but she can meet him at the Deli 2 blocks from his house, he stops there everyday for breakfast and coffee. She need's to speak to him. Although Joe is an Average guy bored with his life He is a wickedly smart and can help her make more sense of last nights action. Joe will be able to help she thinks.

She stops outside the Deli and there Sit's Joe, Bacon and cream cheese bagel in one hand, NY Times paper in front on the table, His coffee sits by his left hand. Yoko walks inside and takes a seat across from Him.

"Hey Joe, got some time before work? I need to pick your Brain, You won't believe the night I had....."
Y'know what?....It's really fucking hot here in Africa. Who knew?....Well me, I have been doing this for almost 5 years
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Nero is clearing up the classroom, when something shiny catches his eye

Nero: This is Silas' hmm what could it be....

Nero presses a button and out shoots a shuriken

Nero: Wooooaah, what the hell? Why would a guy have such a deadly weapon concealed like this? I knew he looked a bit uneasy but this?

Nero pulls the shiruken out of the wall.

Nero: I think I best track down Silas to see what he is up to!

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"Hmm, very interesting indeed" the specialist stiffened as he re-read the printout. "This efficiency is quite astonishing, the residual power levels are barely any lower than before your exertions." flipping over a few pages on the printout summary he stopped suddenly, raising his eyebrows he looked up to the stranger "Your power use last night was excessive, I need you to refrain from any further usage until I can complete my analysis" he looked at the computer display and saw the compiler was seconds away from completing its download. "I should have my preliminary findings by this evening. take it easy for the day, it will help me build a baseline for future analysis"

The Stranger nodded before leaving the lab, he decided to drop into the deli for a while, maybe the pretty waitress would be working. Walking into the deli he chose the table which would allow him to see all of the entry points, he made his order before making his way over to his seat. He noticed a couple on the table next to his, they were so deep in conversation that the man barely noticed him, the woman looked at him as soon as his gaze passed over her, he smiled and inclined his head slightly before taking his seat.

He watched as the waitress brought his order, she flirted with him a while and left her number on his napkin "call me later, honey" he winked before sipping his coffee. Smiling to himself he set his coffee down he watched the waitress walk away and overheard the woman on the next table talking about a bagman from the night before. She described the events and they were very close to where he had finished the Andrini's, he ate his food while he listened to the rest of her account. He knew he hadn't been seen last night, but he made a mental note to check for anyone following him when he was out at night.

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later that day

"Hey John, finally back on the job, how you feeling?"

"you know." John checked his weapon before putting on the safety and holstering it. "I'm thinking Lanza will be the next one to get hit, we're gonna keep an eye on his nightclub tonight"

Daniel looked at his partner and shook his head, he knew John wouldn't let this go until they had caught the killer. "OK man, but we call back up the minute we see anything." John reluctantly agreed. 

John grabbed the paperwork to book out an unmarked car and filled in the forms in triplicate, he hadn't missed the bureaucracy that interfered in his investigations. "It's more likely that Lanza will be hit tomorrow, so tonight we can give it a dry run"


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As Nero heads through the city he gets caught up in some party celebration. Hidden up in a tower block is Silas

Silas: All this good in the world is making me sick, it's time to put some evil amongst all the good, now to just bide my time....

Silas sets aim with what looks like an homemade drinks bottle. A brand new car is dropped off near the group of people celebrating. Silas takes aim and hits perfectly as the car sets ablaze

Silas: Perfect shot, the balance is feeling much better already, time to get home.

Silas rushes off. Meanwhile at ground level Nero is make his way through the chaotic screams. He sees the fire....

Nero softly says to himself..."Father I hope your gift to me doesn't fail me now"

Nero breaks open the closest fire hydrant and quickly puts out the fire before the emergency services arrive. Upon closer inspection he sees a symbol he recognises.

Nero: That symbol....it's a mark of Silas work. It can't be? Surely not? I must get to Silas before he causes anymore damage!

Nero takes some thanks from the crowd but then slips out quickly to try and find Silas

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