NationStates Jolt Archive

K'm sat in a room by herself. The room was dull grey with a mattress in the corner. She twirled the pencil in front of her and watched as it stopped abruptly at her door. Nodding to herself she gathered up her bags and stood at her door as the government agents busted in with tasers held high. She nodded to them and walked out the door to the waiting van below. Getting in she sat down and waited for the stunned agents to pile in and take her to her new government home.

"Somehow you managed to figure out that we were coming to get you." The professor paced in front of her. His mouth was filled with a pipe of oaken wood.

"Well it was easy to find out. My sticks ne'er lie." She layed eight pencils on the table and watched them spin in different directions simultaneously. They stopped. The pattern before her was a long line. She gasped and looked up at the man in front of her. "More of me?"

"Yes K'm more of you. We know that your abilities are rather interesting but in order to form a group we need more. From other places. Places that ave different enviroments. Enviroments that form new capabilities that can be utilized. Though I may be happy to tell you that we have a catalyst from Camel Eaters in the group already. His name is Yebzer Webb. You two will train together while waiting for the rest of the group to arrive."

K'm was stunned into silence for a moment sitting back in the chair she occupied. "A catalyst?" She stumbled over the word momentarily.

The professor nodded. "A catalyst is someone who exhibits no psi like powers other than an ability to refine all psi capabilities near him or her and give them a good kick up. Example your sticks will tell you more and do it quicker."

K'm smirked and stood up following the professor who had motioned towards a door. She walked inside and saw a huge library like room with signs pointing in different directions. The first and second signs were the only ones with writing. The first read K'm Ha. The second Yebzer Webb.

"They point towards your bedrooms as more arrive more signs will be added." K'm shrugged and headed off to bed....

OOC: If you will be participating I would like new and interesting powers to be exhibited which means some thought must be put into it. I also will ignore all blatant Godmods with super characters. Each must have a weakness of some sort and you must RP your character well. If I ask you to leave then I expect you too. This should get interesting. I hope. Thanks for reading this and have a good day.

Meran sat at the small table, half-heartedly drinking the rapidly cooling coffee. It was obvious that he had not shaved in the last week-a mess of stubble grew from his chin. He had started the marijuana again, after all he had nothing to lose. His hiding place would only keep him safe for so long, there were eyes everywhere, vigilant for him and his kind. The sun hung over the treetops, its light paled by the mist and the haze that Meran had been living in since he had discovered what was happening.
He waited, although why he did not know. To stay in this run-down house too long would be a death sentence- he would either be found or his mind would slowly melt from paranoia and expectation. He picked up the mug, crossed the carpet to the television and turned it on, but he couldn't concentrate on the moving pictures. His mind just wouldn't allow it. He was too tired and too scared to focus on anything. Surely soon there would be a pounding at the door, and then the door would be broken down and the spectre-like special forces would spill into the hall, and then..... Meran didn't want to think.
He looked down. In his nervousness, he had allowed another power rush. The spoon was bent almost double, melted and warped. Little droplets of metal lay frozen on the surface. He stared hard at it and it bent back into its original shape. He bent it again, twisting the metal around and forming shapes. A star, a fish-hook, a face....
"Damn it, I can't just stay around here bending spoons as if I was a magician doing a show. I have to leave, and fast."
He ran outside. Straight into the arms of the waiting team.

ooc: Capture him? Basically he can reshape metal. Weaknesses? He can't fight well, he can't shoot, and he is scared of heights.

OOC: Sure I'll take him. And what you did was good he's not a super character but a human with interesting abilities.

IC: The team was quick and efficient goo-slugs were used in place of bullets. No kevlar vests either the men fired round after round of the green heavy slugs at the man each one loaded with neuro-tranquilizers that bled through the skin and knocked the man out.

He awoke at the insitution. In his own room. With a man in friendly and cheerful clothing standing over him...

OOC: Sorry for the mild godmodding just needed to get him there.

Little stars danced before his eyes, and blinking didn't seem to be helping. The objects behind them were blurred, and his vision swam trying to focus. He could make out walls....he was in a room. Probably for interrogation. But he was too weak to even think. He tried to sit up but the siganls didn't seem to be getting anywhere. All he could remember was running out of the door and then everything went black. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them he noticed the man standing over him. He had been captured.

"What do you want with me?"
Meran tried to stand up but in his drug-addled and sleep-deprived state he merely rolled off the bed and hit the floor hard. That was the jolt needed to bring him back to his senses. He stood up shakily and looked the mysterious man in the face.
"Where am I?"

Paul shambled down the street, barely able to stay upright. He'd had a little too much vodka tonight, and could barely see. For him, though, that was a blessing. Why...something bad...can't see...No! No! No! He was shaken out of his dark thoughts by the lamppost he wlaked into. He fell down, and swore as he rubbed the sore spot on his head. It was bleeding. He looked at the blood on his hand, mesmerized by it. It was as if he could see through his hand, see the very atoms making it up. The police sirens alerted him. They weren't coming for him, but he feared all the same. Feared that they would find him.

In his mind's eye, or is it real? He saw himself walking down the street. The van seemed innocous enough, and in any case Paul was too hammered to notice anything unusual. Then the door started to open...to know the future is to be trapped by it...The men were dressed in black, and they had weapons. Paul, unsure if this was real or another vision, began clawing at his eyes, screaming.

"No! NO!"

Then he slipped into merciful blackness.

OOC: basically he's able to predict some events, some of the time. A limited prescience, if you will. Weaknessess are that he's alcoholic, uber-paranoid, and barely sane. Take him if you want.

"I don't know man the guy is obviously marinated." The man held his gun at the drunk's head just to be sure.

"I'll call the doc see what he thinks. Hey anyone know the area code for Camel Eaters?" Everyone looked at him strangely so the man just dialed. He talked for a few minutes and turned around. "Yeah bring the drunk in. He'll be hitting detox hard though. So make sure to get those bonds on him good and tight."

The men drove off bringing in the next team member.

"You have been brought here to form an International Psi-Ops team. At your government's consent of course. You will be trained here Mr. Meran and then used internationally to stop terrorists, solve crimes, and kill annoying people." The professor stepped forward his form blurry as his voice slipped through Meran's mind as a purge began. "The chemicals we just fed you will make you incredibly sick and you'll be out for a few days. At that time all toxins and pathogens within you will have been purged. Think of it as an enema.....for your blood."

Meran blinked again. In his current state, he could do nothing except believe the man. He felt tired, nauseous, and utterly confused. His head spun, probably from whatever chemicals they had just given him. He felt his eyes grow heavy, but he was just too tired to fight it. They shut, and then almost instantly he jolted. He rolled over and threw up. He coughed and gasped for air, then threw up again. Then, utterly spent, he rolled over and fell asleep.