RPG: Superheroes and Mary Sues, Part 3
Continued from Part Two.
Date: June 11, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Wednesday, 24 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Continued from Part Two.
Date: June 11, 2009
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
((Alright, let’s get this thread started: Anyone from the Lorien group on our capture?))
((Sorry, I’ve been busy with a LOT. I think I’m pretty sure what’s happening. I’ll come in during some battle when it seems dramatic. Probably will have been so annoying to my Mary-Sue-ness that I got rid of it. Where should I appear?))
((Good question. Here’s my summary:
There are now several groups:
Group Lorien
Is in Lorien, has been taken prisoner by the elves & the fellowship. Characters there: Hera, Carrie, Tasha, Invisible girl, Anacae (now a Mary Sue but hiding it), (and Tasha’s unicorn), and Cera (in dog form).
Group Space
Is in space. Consists of Aliena and Aster (a new character). Aliena has met Aster, and recruited/is recruiting en because she can see that en is not evil.
Group Base:
Is in the mountain base and has woke up to find notes from Aliena & Anacae (see the other groups), and are now deciding on their course of action. Heros at the base: Rainbowstar, Delta V, everyone else.
Whereabouts unknown:
Kitty: near the Suefiyer, but also near powerful equipment, so could be anywhere now.
Typhea: wants to meet Hera. Is flying. Could be anywhere.
Just skim the posts after it (377) and come in whenever you want.))
((Electro, seriously, get yourself a new avatar. PLEASE. Sorry, the image I have of you has nothing to do with a pink face. I suppose you could just change a letter of your email, if you can’t access Gravatar, and I’ll probably get used to it if you leave it long enough, but it still doesn’t really fit. Sorry I posted this here, I wasn’t sure Electro would see it on the random thread.))
((4: better?))
((Heh. Kind of fits. *is pied*))
((*coughcoughpeoplecomebacknow!coughcough*))
“As I was saying, Kate, forgive our puzzled expressions, but this base is supposed to be… secret, and we’d just wondering how you knew it was here.”
Kate Wetherall dug a small metal pod with a green screen out of her bucket. “New tool,” she explained. “Locates supernatural powers anywhere in the world. There was a clustering here, and we just had to see what was going on.”
“But we have a Faraday shield,” said Kai. “How did you get in?”
Kate pulled out another gadget – a metal rod about the size of a pencil. She pressed a button. A green light flashed on the end of it, with a buzzing sound. “Sonic screwdriver,” she said. “Unlocks anything.”
The bald boy and the ordinary-looking boy glanced nervously at each other, as if worried Kate was revealing too much. The toddler girl cleared her throat and recited,
“The prizes for joining the villain in green,
Were gadgets the kind that we never had seen.
Mr. Benedict said, ‘Don’t join’, but too late,
We opened your stupid force field like a gate.”
“It’s a Faraday shield, actually,” said the bald boy.
((A Faraday shield isn’t a force field, it just blocks out communications signals.))
I let the energy that had gathered in my hands go, throwing up a wall between us and Kate’s group.
The Mysterious Benedict Society screamed as they were blasted back across the room by Kai’s invisible wall. I morphed back to human.
“Zyo, myey ga penera our Varayay shield,” I said as my teeth and tongue shifted shape. “Mr. Joe is bribing them with advanced technology.”
The sunlamp had done its work, I observed, as Kate’s group screamed as they were blasted against the wall. The MJL launched into battle.
“Bring it on, I’m running hot.” I muttered, paraphrasing Holly in Artemis Fowl.
((Lorien group! Report!))
((I’m here. Anything on our capture? *is blocked*))
((Grrr. I can’t write ANYTHING lately.))
((Can I join??? What do you do here???))
((We’re superheroes, fighting an army of Mary Sues gathered by Mr. Joe.))
((A little boost.))
((I just wrote something in Lorien. I’m separated from the group. Can someone else go back over to the old thread and look, and then decide what to do next?))
((Whoops, I realized that I didn’t make that very clear.
I was the last one to post from the Lorien group on the old thread. So I think we should probably have someone else RP a little, since I don’t want to be too controlling.))
((Sorry *is blocked*.))
((All right, I’m back. ))
((Let’s say I’m in group Base.))
((I’ll wait until someone in Base actually posts.))
Kokonilly, myself, and the other Leaguers at the base launched into battle against Kate’s group. b
What’s going on in space?
((Could someone from the Lorien group please post?))
Faldrea:
After taking Aster to the scoop, we spend the days living in the fashion native to the Montresrs. By night we trade stories about our past, and I speak of my experiences at the Musers Justice League. Tonight we are doing nothing, for all nine moons are full, and we would never miss such a rare spectacle.
Aster:
I listened to what is happening on earth with amazement. A lot can happen in three years, when you don’t go back at all. I wonder how my family’s doing, whether they miss me at all. My sister doesn’t, that’s for sure, but my parents might. Anyway, I stared up at the moons now. They were so beautiful. I tried to remember what they were. The little brown one, the one that reminded the Montresrs of their planet, was Mort. The largest, reddish, one, that was… I didn’t quite remember, but it started with an ‘H’.
POST HERE PLEASE!
((I’m lost. Sorry to be a bother, but can I have a bit of assistance understanding the plot? WHY are we on the moon?
I’ll assume I’m with Nilly in group base unless someone tells me otherwise. ))
((We aren’t. Aliena’s character and Errata’s new character are. Aliena’s character and Errata’s original character ran off at diferent times during the night and left notes. Anacae is now a Mary Sue, and she’s in Lothlorien with both my characters, both bookgirl_me’s, Cera and a bunch of elves/LOTR characters.))
((Speaking of LOTR, could someone RP us before I explode?))
((Sure. I can try. Let’s see… Anyone up for an Orc attack?))
“Take me to your queen.” Hera told the elves. They shifted slightly, as if they resented being told what to do.
“We are required to do that,” one of the elves said, the syllables flowing smoothly, “Follow us.”
We had only just turned when suddenly, a noise from behind us made us all turn around again. A horrible face was peering out from behind the trees, and called out something, in a different language, I didn’t understand it. The elves stared in shock, one calling out, “Yrch!
The moons are beautiful. There are Mort, Harlenium, Natal, Lio, Calypsium, Kokranga, Tipoa, Uci, and Flafle all together. But the spectacle is just beginning. I can’t wait to see the look on Aster’s face when the moons approach their zeninth. They are almost there. Close…closer… Ah! There! Something about the full moons being together makes their orbit, shall we say, erratic. First it is a slight wobble. Then a larger tug. Then suddenly a great heave and… They start to dance. They spin and move and weave around each other in an intricate ballet. The Montresers call it The Eternal Sky-Dance. They believe that the spirits of their ancestors send them messages through the dance. Saying hello to loved ones, giving warnings and friendly advice. The town elder watches the dance to interpret what it is saying. None of her warnings have ever been wrong. Aster of course knows nothing of this, or of the ceremony that follows in which the elder speaks of what she saw in the moons. I wanted it to be a suprize for Aster. They will explain everything at the ceremony.
((Please note, the names are in the language of the Montressers and have been roughly translated into English.))
INVISIBLE GIRL:
“Uh… hi… um… well. I kind of need some help, here…”
“Uh… who are you? We kind of need to know that first,” said one of the hobbits, who was either Merry or Pippin.
“I’m Kathryn. My friends and some of my enemies are about to get captured by the elves, and we really don’t need that, since we didn’t intend to be here in the first place. Although of course I don’t mind if my enemies get captured.”
“So how exactly did you get here?” asked Frodo.
“Well, lessee. I’m not sure how all the rest of them got here, but I fell off of a unicorn.”
They stared at me.
“I’m serious!”
“All right, but what arewe supposed to do about this?”
“Well, you could–”
“Yrch!” someone screamed.
We looked around at each other.
“Anyone know what that means?” I asked.
“Trouble. Get down!” said Frodo. We all hit the floor just in time to avoid getting hit by a flying spear.
“Orcs!” someone called from down on the ground.
Cake, I thought. “Let’s get out of here!”
I was about to do just that when I heard a scream.
TASHA:
Ohcakeohcakeohcake…
“Orcs!” Aragorn translated. As if we needed that to identify those big ugly faces.
I drew my magic sword, but it was a little late for that. I screamed. One of the orcs had grabbed me and was about to finish me off…
Anacae:
I suddenly realized the Orc was about to finish Tasha off. I sent a beam of energy at the Orc, which fell asleep instantly. Whirling around, I suddenly found I was a wolf. When did I transform? Oh well. I leapt on to the nearest Orc, allowing my instincts to take over.
INVISIBLE GIRL:
I became invisible and leapt down to the forest floor. An orc was about to kill Tasha! I didn’t know what I could do about it. I was panicking!
Suddenly Anacae sent a beam of energy at the orc, causing it to fall down. She then transformed into a wolf.
Could she do that before? I couldn’t remember. Sighing, I figured there wasn’t much use for me in this battle, and returned to where I had left the Fellowship.
((I figure I might as well answer your question, to avoid confusion. Actually, I should probably wait for an actual person to confirm that there is confusion… But I never tire of making myself much too clear.
Anacae’s abilities are changing. They won’t change completely away from what they were, but some of her previous abilities are getting much weaker, and a new one becoming stronger. She is gaining the power to control sleep, and losing the powers to manipulate objects and read names. Becoming a Mary Sue is making this change happen faster, given that she now has total control over all her powers… But two of them are too weak to function, so she’ll discover the change much faster. Her transformation is also changing, but is not disappearing. She will probably lose the ability to change into anything but nocturnal animals, although that isn’t solid yet. Sorry if this is all redundant.))
((I am going to see if I can return from my break.))
Hello?
((Hello… Lo… Lo… Lo… *deademtythreadechos* This thread is becoming depressing. Maybe a ad on the random thread?))
((Maybe… Where did everyone go?))
((I have no idea what my group is doing… “Kokonilly, myself, and the other Leaguers at the base launched into battle against Kate’s group.” doesn’t help me very much, sorry, because I don’t know who Kate is.))
((Kate Wetherall, from The Mysterious Benedict Society. If you haven’t read it you’ll still have no idea what I’m talking about.))
((OHHH, I love that book! Okay. Thanks.))
((Hehe, me too.))
((Do you know their weaknesses?))
((They probably left. I think at least one of your characters is in Lorien with the rest of the group, probably Cera and the other is flying somewhere… You probably knew that, but I love making unnecessary comments.))
((It’s okay. its always nice to be sure…))
((Oh my gosh! I haven’t posted on this thread in so long. Would someone kindly tell me what happened since I last posted?))
((Not much.))
((Don’t worry, i’ve missed even more…))
((Nothing important. We’re still on Mortsre-thing. I haven’t RPed for a while. We all forgot about this thread. I think the summer’s hit it hard. Why is it that some threads last so long, and others die after a few threads?))
((I’m attempting to revive this. *poke poke* *poke poke*))
*pokes back*
((SFTDP))
(( *pokes everyone that I can find*))
((*poke poke*))
Aster:
I stared up at the sky, relaxing. This was the longest I’d spent on a planet, and the longest I’d been in somebody’s company, for years. Maybe I would go back to Earth. I missed it more than I had known, but…
Just then, I was distracted. Those moons couldn’t have moved… Right? It was just my imagination… No. They were moving. I gasped, the pure beauty of motions that could only be described as a dance capturing my imagination. Oh, how I’d love to be up there. Pulled by the gravity, part of the perfection. But i knew that the slightest change would affect the dance, make it imperfect, and perhaps destroy it completely. I’d stay down here, where I belonged.
((SFTDP.
*poke poke poke poke*))
((*pokes back*))
CERA:
I whined softly. I don’t know exactly what is going on, but I probably won’t understand it anyways. I don’t know what it is with peoples nowadays. I remembered that people used to wear chitons and sandals, but that has obviously changed. Even the person Hera wasn’t wearing what Greek Goddesses were supposed to wear. And she seemed a bit little for a goddess. I thought all goddesses were as pretty as Persephone?
I was hungry again. I wanted cake. I. Want. Cake. i whined softly again. I didn’t like the little peoples who were calling us prisoners. But they were so little! Couldn’t we beat them up or something, though there’s more of them?
I glanced once at Carrie and wondered if she had any plan what to do.
((*poke poke poke* COME BACK, EVERYONE!))
((I’m here.))
((Great. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND WERE ONCE PART OF THIS THREAD, COME BAAAACK!!
It’s depressing when RPGs die. This one had so much promise…))
((Okay, I’m back, I’ll just put everyone in the same place.))
Hera:
Okay, this way definitely sick and wrong. I was not only in some stupid novel ((she’s evil, remember?)) but now I was getting killed by some stupid beasts. Great. I needed to do something. But for that, I needed Carrie’s help. I changed to put a spare remote out of my pocket and then grabbed it and started using it.
Carrie:
Something tugged at me. I turned around. No-one was there. Kinda like in Narnia, when they all got called by a horn. I had a nightmare about that recently, where suddenly started eating the landscape…
I grabbed Cera as I started to disappear.
Hera:
Victory. The whole clearing started to fade as we sped away to wherever Carrie was thinking of. Knowing her, we’d be surrounded by food, hopefully in or world…
Carrie:
“This definitely isn’t Kansas. I love this place!” I said as we (Cera and myself) ended up on a sandy beach. Suddenly Hera, Delta V and all my Superhero friends except invisible girl ((Carrie can’t see her)) appeared as well. So did the Cullens. And Harry & friends, and the white queen (who, for some odd reason, had a mustache drawn on her face) and Kitty and …
“Can’t we just put aside our differences and have a marshmallow roast?” I asked hopefully. But the lack of marshmallows seemed the least of our problems.
“Crpnish!” I yelled as I appeared back on Earth. “Carrie! What have you done?!” Desperation and fear fueled my rage.
“Faldrea?
Oh, right. I was still a Montresr.
“I was hiding! I have to go back and find Aster!”
“Who?”
I groaned. I forgot that she had never met Aster. “You noodlebrained flarphead! You’re all in danger! I have to go!”
Carrie:
“Hey, wait a minute! I didn’t do anything. At least I think I didn’t… It’s all Hera’s fault! Besides, I don’t know where we are!”
I gasped as everyone who was missing suddenly appeared in front of us.
I groaned in impatience. “I have to go! Now!”
I pressed a button on my Transporter, and disappeared back to Montresciania.
“Where were you?” asked Aster. “You missed half the dance!”
“Carrie accidentally pulled me back to Earth.”
“Oh.” She knew all about Carrie. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, why did you leave Earth? What are you hiding from?”
I groaned. “I guess I should tell you. I’m a renegade. I severed contact with my home planet, which is against the law. I was never caught, so now I’m a beacon of hope to those who oppose the government. The government is so frustrated that I now have an enormous bounty on my capture. Brought in dead or alive. If they find me, they may harm those who were sheltering me. So I left Earth to put them off the scent and protect my friends there.”
Hera:
“Yes you do! You brought us here!”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Since Carrie was loosing, she ran to the shore and splashed my with some salty water. I shrieked. “My supersuit!”
Aster:
“Is that the ‘Them’ you spoke of when I first came?”
She nodded.
“So are we going back to Earth? ‘Cause if we are, we have to figure out a way to distract Them while we go back to Earth. Assuming they haven’t already figured out that you’re here. Does your kind ever go crazy?”
“What?” She looked extremely confused.
“Even if they don’t, you could just run out into the middle of this crowd, and shout something along the lines of ‘I’m sick of you following me everywhere I go! Meet me on… Aglosh, and if you can take me down, I’ll yield!’ and then disappear. If they’ve got armies everywhere you say they do, then it shouldn’t be long before they’re on Aglosh, but it won’t matter, because you won’t be on Aglosh! You’ll come back to Earth to meet me! Actually, you’ll come find me in the Solar System, because there’s no way I’ll be able to transport to anywhere near exactly where your friends are. But anyway, you’ll meet me there. You like it?”
((Is this okay? Sorry I took so long to get back.))
“No, you don’t understand.” I said. “Remember when you first saw me here, you asked why I’m surrounded by a purple tint?”
“Yeah…” She said, not getting it.
“It’s because I morphed incorrectly on purpose. I want Them to find me here. As soon as I get even a scent that They know where I am, I will morph back human and go back to Earth. They’ll look for a purple-haloed Montressr but They won’t find one, because I’ll be gone. And since they won’t find me, they won’t hurt anyone. Just be on the lookout. They have cloaking devices on their space ships, so if you see a strangeness in the sky where the light is bending just slightly differently than it should, tell me immediately.”
Hello? Anyone there?
((Somewhat… I’m checking back periodically, anyway.))
((Sometimes…))
PLEASE POST HERE!!!!
I’m here.
((I’m here!
So I have an idea. How about, whenever we come, instead of just saying, ‘post here, this thread is dying’ etc., we post some amount of roleplay? It takes much longer though..
Sorry if this post sounds somewhat sarcastic, or something. I don’t know how to fix it and still get the idea across.))
((My problem is that most of the people in my group haven’t posted yet. I just keep randomly changing the scenery when everyone gets to confused, but that doesn’t seem to work. Plotline???))
((I don’t know. I’m with you at the beach, but I haven’t ever taken the time to actually to anything, and my life is very busy right now. It’s not likely to get better going into NaNo, either.))
(( So we’re all at the beach. I’m not sure what exactly happened, but it seems that not much has been going on…
I’m probably disappearing for NaNo…))
((The beach…. in Narnia, right? I’m not sure I get this, but I think I do.))
((I didn’t know Narnia had to do with anything…
This thread is somewhat dead. Maybe that’s because of NaNo…))
((PEOPLE, COME BACK!!!!!!))
((Sorry for screaming.))
((Screaming is entirely warranted.
I need to remember this thread… Bad Errata, bad Errata.))
((Yay! So some people do come along.))
((Well. I haven’t been MBing for a while either…))
((Everyone come back!))
Anacae:
I suddenly looked around and blinked. There were two, fairly defined groups of people forming. My allies, and the- Jouster League? Mustard Justice League? I couldn’t remember. I was standing in the middle, more or less. Pretty much alone.
There was a fight coming, and I would have to take sides. While I knew which side I was actually on, I also knew that I didn’t really want to reveal that to my former allies so soon. But I needed to decide, and soon.
((Can I join? I’ll make a superhero;
Name:Selena Jerichen
Age:13
Power:Is a were…animal. Depending on the phases of the moon, she takes on many different animal forms. Here’s the list of forms and their corresponding phases of the moon;
Crescent moon (waxing or waning)-Raven
Half moon (waxing or waning)-Binturong
Full moon-African rock python
New moon-Panther
She can also talk to animals.
Description:Pretty shy, protective of her friends, doesn’t like to talk.
Side: Good, obviously :lol:))
((Hello? Anyone? Revive, thread, revive!!!!!!))
((Sure. I’m glad somebody’s actually remembering this thread. COME BAAAACK!))
((okay! :D))
Errata, will you please post Aster’s response to my comment in post 52?
((64- Sure, sorry. I got confused. I still am, slightly, but I can reply anyway.))
“Oh. Okay.” I thought for a minute. I’d thought I knew what was going on, but now I wasn’t sure. “So, wait. Basically, we’re stuck here until they notice you?”
((Wait. We’ve been here a week, correct? So then we get transported back to Earth, and we’re in exactly the same timeframe as everyone else, despite the fact that we should be about six days ahead of them. I propose that days and nights here on Monstrescra (Forgot the name… ) are much, much, shorter then on Earth.))
((Well, reading the posts, I’d say quite a bit of time passed on Earth too. I was thinking that the days on Montresciania are a bit shorter than Earth days, but not by much. I want us to be away long enough for people to wonder what’s going on.))
((63.1.1.1-Okay, can I be in the Base Group? I’ll need a bit of a summary to write myself in.))
((So, wait. We’re on a beach. In Narnia. In Prince Caspian. Riiiiiiight?))
I smiled at Aster. “You’re not. I am. You can go wherever you want. It’s probably safer for you that way. I’m the renegade alien, after all. This whole scheme of hiding out is just for the sake of protecting my friends, and staying a half-step ahead of the government. Let me tell you something. On Earth, you hear all the time about how corrupt the government is. Well, compared to Orp, that’s nothing. Of course, on Orp you never hear about how corrupt it is, because anyone showing any sign of not being completely socially brainwashed into total loyalty and patriotism disappears for a while, then returns a few days later physically brainwashed. The plan you mentioned earlier, of tricking Them into thinking I’ll comply, works in theory when the people you’re running from are human, but these are Zorps. They’re not nearly stupid enough to fall for that. And even if They were, They could use Their handheld tracking devices to find us. These aren’t humans, Aster, these are aliens with access to technology from every planet they’ve visited. And considering how many entire multiverses They’ve been to, that’s quite a lot. If you want to go somewhere safe, by all means, do so. I have to stay here a while to make sure nobody gets hurt.”
Let´s wrap this up somehow. It doesn’t deserve to die like this. Big final battle?
((69- No, it’s still active. Or can be revived. *sniffle* *teary eyes*
You’re right though, we need to do something. Advertisement on Random Thread?
65.1- I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that much time… I think it’s still the day after we left back on Earth. This is so confusing…
67- Narnia? Really? Are you sure? I don’t think it is…))
((So what’s going on?!))
((We’re on a beach. In some random place. Which could be Narnia, but I don’t think it was ever specified. Was it?
And Aster’s on the moon with Faldrea. At some point in time which I believe for simplicity’s sake will be determined as the same point as Earth Group.))
((Confuzzling… ah well?))
((Come back, peoples! P*ease?))
SFTDP
((COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
((I’m here! I just have no idea what to do.))
((Do you have a hero/mary sue yet?))
((I believe she does. She just needs to get herself in, somehow.))
((Hmmm. She could somehow appear in the group that is at someplace (Narnia?)…))
((I think I’ll just let Craya Typhaea disappear for the while. She’s not doing anything…))
((Actually, if it still exists, I want to be in the Base group. Oh, and I think I forgot to describe what my character looks like. Selena is pretty shot, with shoulder-length brown hair and golden eyes that seem to glow a bit.))
((Don’t think it does. Base Group was transported to a beach somewhere, which may or may not be Narnia, by bookgirl, attempting to simplify things.))
((Okay, I’ll write my character in. It’s daytime, right?))
((*short, not shot. SFTDP))
((I’m back! …I’ll go catch up on what’s happening.))
((I’ve no clue what’s going on. For the last bunch of posts, I was screaming for people to come back…))
Aster:
“Oh, that makes sense. I’m sorry, I think I read too many adventure novels back on Earth, it sounds exactly like something from one of them. And no thanks, I’m staying. For exactly the same reasons. This sounds like a story, and a good one, too. I want a part in it.”
((SFTDP))
CERA:
i had no clue what a ‘supersuit’ was. But that un-goddess-like Hera was annoying me. Hera was already on of my least favorite Olympians, and now she was being a spoiled brat. And screaming at Carrie. Carrie, at the very least, was a nice person. Even if she made no sense. (What the UnderWorld are marshmallows?! ) But she was one of the first people I’ve met, and the person who grabbed me when we started teleporting. And that was something.
There came the smell of splashed sea water, and more annoying screams from Hera. Hera’s ‘supersuit’ smelt funny. I wonder how it would taste…
((I’ve returned, because I remembered this thread! Gee, I miss it. Can someone give me a short summary of where we are so that I can write Psyche back in?))
((The last thing I can remember was rescuing Slate from a laboratory. After that, I have no idea, except that I’m in Group Base, who seems to be doing…nothing.))
((Okay. Towards the end of the story, I tried to teleport everyone to narnia to try to fit us in with bashing book characters. But considering how frought the plotline is, I think we should be in Florida or somewhere near the base. My suggestion: lets be in America, near base. We end at a standoff and Hera & co leave. The good heros get a message from the rebuilt base (perhaps someone still has a phone or telepathy), then go there and get new orders. Perhaps they were gone for several years, took over the world and they have to get it back? Just an idea.))
Carrie:
I laughed as Hera was drenched in seawater and made a fuss. Then, a sort of groan behind me made me turn around. The white queen and several other characters revived and turned evil by had started out towards me to avenge Hera’s suit, but they flimmered and disappeared. Horrified, Hera stopped shrieking.
Hera:
Suddenly all my allies vanished! I stopped shrieking about my beloved supersuit, now killed by exposure, and focused. I was facing many superheros alone, and Carrie was only a foot away. “LOOK, a flying whale!” I shouted and sprinted away as soon as Carrie’s gaze followed my finger. One or two heros tried to stop me, but I dodged then and triped one of the more enthusiastic girls ((Aggie, I hope you don’t mind)).
Carrie:
“Wait, where’s the- oh.” My face burned with shame as I remembered tgat flying whales didn’t exist. To conceal this, I headed over to the girl who Hera had tripped. She got up again and I saw her face. “Psyche!” I said, grinning. “Welcome back!”
((Okay, Hera’s escape is unlikely, but she’s a Mary Sue so…))
((SFTDP: We can also use the base to bring the MS-ifyer back into the plotline.))
((76- Thanks so much!))
PSYCHE:
I appeared out of nowhere, with no idea where I was. Suddenly, someone tripped me and I fell face-first into what appeared to be…sand?
The person who had tripped me ran past and disappeared before I could get a good look at their face. I brushed myself off indignantly, then I saw Carrie grinning at me. “Psyche!” she called. “Welcome back!”
“Thank you,” I replied, slightly dazed. I walked back over to Carrie and a group of other heroes, my friends. I seemed to have amnesia, something very unfamiliar to me. “What’s going on?”
“Well, the bad guys just escaped,” someone said.
“Oh,” I replied. “Oops.”
((Should I get the telepathic message about the base?))
SELENA
Dazed, I sat down hard in…sand? I looked down. Yup, we were on a beach, and I heard some screaming. Then, it stopped, and I heard some running footsteps fade into the distance.
((Arrgh, stupid writers block. Someone write me in, please?))
((Actually, I thought that we could, to spare the plotline, have you be a new hero who meets us at the base. Otherwise the retro-inserting and Carrie’s power-inflation could be a real pain- I’m going to try to tone her down a good deal.))
((Okay, sounds good.))
Anacae:
I suddenly realized my situation. I was surrounded by my enemies, all of whom thought themselves my friends. I needed to leave. Now. I turned, and followed Hera into the forest. Fast. I quickly transformed into some small animal, and in moments, I was gone.
((By the way, to simplify things, Anacae transforms with her clothes.))
((It’s a live! Yay!))
((Even though I’m not sure what’s going on. Because Cera is kind-of dead…))
((I made a character, and posted, but it didn’t fit with the plotline. Can someone make a summary? I’ll make a better character.
Name: Anoia
Age: 15
Power: As an aura of annoyingness that keeps her hidden, or makes her very obvious. Also can make drawers and cabinets completely useless (Can anybody tell I’ve been reading too much Discworld?
Description: Nobody’s been able to get close enough to her to tell. But everyone agrees she is annoying (Gasp!). Almost like a little mosquito, that keeps buzzing around you, and is also quite a bit more intelligent than a mosquito.
Side: The Superheroes, but they probably won’t be very happy about that.))
((The superheroes are at a beach in Florida/Narnia/whatever-place-it-is. Hera and the Mary Sues escaped. I’m not sure what’s going on now.
We always love people to join, annoying or not. ))
((So the rest of the characters are in Narnia somewhere, but my character isn’t? kay, I’m going to pretend it’s nighttime in the real world, just to introduce her. It’s a full moon. Oh, and she tends to “lose” herself in the animal, exactly like a werewolf “loses” enself in its form. Just forget my other post. Aww, great, I can’t write now, gotta go get ready for bed. I’ll write more tomorrow.))
((How about Anoia encounters your character, and then we find the rest of the superheroes?))
((Okay, I’ll add that onto my post down below. Or you can, so I don’t have a triple post.))
((I’m going to try and have only the one character for the whole time. Just to see how it works out. SFTDP Oh, and Selena’s clothes transform with her. And (I’m really sorry, I just keep getting ideas.) Selena has an alter ego, Eranta Bestia, which means “Were Animal” in latin.))
My tongue flickered as I slithered over the branches. Suddenly, the roots ended and I was facing a ((base appearance)) jutting out from a mountain. Soft light filled the air, and I turned to see the sun. Shivering, I stood up and walked over to the base. “Oog,” I moaned, “That mouse doesn’t agree with me at all…bleh.” I looked around. The place was deserted. There was a phone, though, with a list of names next to it. I wondered if this was the Muser Justice League I’d heard about. I looked at the list of names. Psyche, Carrie, Cera,… ((I can’t find anymore. XD)). I decided to call one of them and see where they were.
((Not narnia, please. I’m sorry, I started it, but lets be in the real world so that we can meet up with LBK & Anoia asap.))
((I’ll get the telepathic transmission now.))
Suddenly, Psyche felt something shudder through her body. Her black eyes suddenly glowed a bright red and she was raised off of the ground a few inches. She was not herself. A different voice echoed through her open, unmoving mouth.
“Hello? Is this the Muser Justice League?” A female voice hissed through the phone.
“May I ask who’s calling?” said Carrie.
“My name is Selena, and I want to join you, I’m at your base,” hissed the girl.
The superheroes conversed quietly amongst themselves. “Maybe we should go back to base,” someone whispered.
“That’s a good idea,” said another.”
“We’ll meet you there,” Carrie said to the girl talking through Psyche. “Five minutes.”
The girl hung up abruptly and Psyche crashed to the ground, falling flat on her face. “What just happened?” she groaned, rubbing her aching head.
“You’re a psychic telephone?” someone snickered.
((Sorry for the massive powerplaying! I just want to move things along.))
((Great! I’ll continue later and add a few people who meet the heros to explain the situation at base. I’m too tired now- reading and editing the first threads of this.))
I hung up the phone. Something tapped me on my shoulder, and I felt really annoyed for some reason. “What!?” I said, turning around. A girl was standing behind me, but I found it aggravating to look at her for too long. “I want to join too.” she said. “Whatever, we have to wait a bit.” The girl nodded and turned around. Instantly I felt better and looked around. The base was well furnished, in a strange shade of pink. There was a whole wall of computers and techno-stuff. There were also a couple of couches and a TV. However, the really annoying girl was seated on one of the couches near the TV, and I didn’t want to go near her. So, I checked out the computers instead.
CERA:
So we were going back to base. I kind of remembered what base was like… but it was so long ago and I had died so many times in between…
Wait… what?!
Anyways, it’s nice to be going home. Err, base. Whatever…
It was always nice to have some sort of action.
((Come on! We were just reviving this thread!!!! And I can’t do anything!!!))
((And I’m not sure what to do either?))
CERA:
“So…” someone said. “How’re we going to get back to base?”
((Yes you can! Meet the few remaining scientists who maintain a base within the ruins of the old one, tell us what the world has become like since took over (you know, write about your thoughts wandering) ….))
Carrie:
‘”I could do a little-” I tried to offer, but was stopped by a general outcry. After much bickering, we settled on walking to the next road and hitchhiking from there.
((I messed up a bit with the animals. Here’s the new list:
Waxing or waning “white” crescent moon-Over-sized raven
Waxing or waning “white” gibbous-Binturong
Waxing or waning half moon-Raccoon
Full moon-African rock python
New moon-Panther))
I yawned. The computers were just generating random codes, or something like that. I couldn’t even get on the MrJoe-net. I thought about what had happened since the Green One took over. HIs first order was “everyone wears green and smiles all the time.” Naturally, I wore hot pink and frowned a lot. Mr. Joe sent people after me, people with long white coats and sharp needles. The first time they had come, my mom had been killed ((Gosh, why do my stories always have death in them? Why can’t I write something happy for once?)) while protecting…the mail, I think. My dad had left by then, a slave to Mr. Joe. He said we were weak to defy him, and we would fall eventually. That was when my mom creamed him with the toaster. I shook myself awake and ran for the door. There was something in the mail for me, so I grabbed the whole pile and ran into the woods behind our house as the sun was setting. I spun around, snarling at the men, but they kept coming. I had no choice, and my animal part was hungry. I crouched, and pounced a split second after they realized what I was going to do. One tripped and fell, and I fell onto him, ripping out his throat in one, swift, painless motion. I ate my fill, my human side retching, but it was all I had, or would have, for the long trek away from here. I dug through the mail to find what I needed. Bill…bill…brochure…Muser Justice League Acceptation Letter….wait, what? I took that one and left the police to figure out why there was a body, a pile of mail, and panther tracks in the woods behind Selena Jerichen’s house.
I traveled a couple of miles south that night, towards the beach. When the sun came up, I opened the letter.
Dear Eranta Bestia, it read. How did they know my secret identity? I kept reading:
Thank you for your application. You have been accepted into the Muser Justice League. Huh? Application? Muser Justice League? Maybe that’s what Mom had stayed up all night doing, a couple weeks before she was killed. To reach the base, head east for 10 miles, then go south for 5 from your house. You will come to a park with a series of mountains. Ask around, and there should be one called Mt. Jay El. Go there, and, if you so choose to, go in. It will only let you in if you have superpowers.
Sincerely,
The Official Random Bunch Of People That Pick Superheroes
I sighed. If anyone was fighting Mr. Joe, it was these people. They were my best bet. I stowed it in my backpack, and started east. When the sun went down, my back became my feathers, and I covered started south, eating what I could. By the time the sun came back up, I was full, and ready to ask around. The person I asked, the receptionist, wouldn’t tell me until I told her that I was a runaway. “But don’t bother trying to call the police.” I said quickly. “My parents don’t even know I’m gone. They don’t care.” The receptionist smiled, like she was going to call right after I left. “Oh, it’s the smallest peak, sweetie, just over there.” She gestured with her highly manicured hand. “Here’s a map.” She handed me a soppy brochure with “We Are The Best” written all over it. I flashed her my best fake-polite smile and turned to go. “Oh, wait, honey.” The receptionist called. “Don’t you want to rest?” I suddenly felt extremely tired and turned around. She waved to an open door and I stepped in. It was literally a five-star-hotel room. There was a giant bathtub, a giant bed, a giant box of chocolates, you name it, it was super-sized. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I never wanted to leave. Once, I ran out of bubbles and went to ask her for more. “–doesn’t suspect a thing.” I froze, just outside of the door. “We need to keep her from the MJL. She will fall asleep soon, and that’s when we’ll grab–hold on. I heard something outside.” The sun was setting, and my heart was pounding. How would I get out of this mess. I heard heavy footsteps, and just as a man opened the door, I hissed and slithered up to him. “Aww, it’s just a snake. Go on, shoo. Scat.” I hissed again. “Hey, Mrs. Kincaid! There’s a snake out here that won’t leave!” The receptionist came out. Her nails…they looked awfully sharp. “Don’t worry, mister, I’ll get him.” I sprung and Mrs. Kincaid jumped back. I wrapped around her neck, and her eyes bulged. The man was stunned, and I hissed at him for good measure. I would never be able to swallow him, so when he snapped out of it and advanced, I bit him. I wasn’t poisonous, but I think I hit an artery. Blood spurted and he cursed, giving me a spiteful glare. Mrs. Kincaid dropped to the ground, blue in the face.
((I’ll write more later, I’ve gotta go.))
((Here’s the rest, or what I can get in. My dad is picking me up to go to the hospital for my brother. :())
I slithered off Mrs. Kincaid’s body, snapping at the man’s legs. He growled at me, still bleeding. I made my way into the forest, just generally wandering around because I’d left the map. Along the way, I surprised a mouse, and ate it.
((Triple Post Time! Sorry, I forgot some stuff. Bookgirl, what do you mean, “the few remaining scientists who maintain a base within the ruins of the old one”? Do you mean this base is in an old base?))
I was thinking about all of this while walking along, when somebody ran into me. “Oh, I’m sorry!” we said at the same time. I got up and helped the other person up. “I’m Selena, one of the newbies” I said. The other person grinned, and said, “Cool. I’m Nage, one of the scientists here. ((10 Pokemon points to whoever gets the reference)) We’ve been trying to keep going with our research just outside there, but it’s hard, what with that part being ruined ‘n all…” His face closed up. “Anyways, do you know what your powers are?” He said it like it was no big deal.
“Well, duh. Doesn’t everybody?”
“You’d be surprised. What are they?”
“When the sun goes down, depending on the moon, I can transform into different animals. I think it goes, from the new moon, panther, over-sized rave, raccoon, binturong, python.”
His eyebrows went up, but nothing else. “A shape-shifter. Cool. Okay, just to be sure, I’m going to have you sit in here for a moment. It will determine whether you’re telling the truth or not.” He gestured to an octagonal prism-type-thing. “Just sit in there,” he told me, then went off somewhere. I cautiously slid in and was looking at nothing for about 10 minutes, when Nage came back. “Okay,” he said, “all done.”
“That was it?” I asked, climbing out
“Yup. I was bombarding your body with UV rays, to see if you would show any ill affects. Luckily, you didn’t, and we know what your powers are. You can shape-shift at night, but you can also talk to animals.” My mind flashed back to when I was about three. I had been playing in the yard, but I was all alone. “I wish I had some fwends,” I said crankily, and some squirrels came out. I laughed, and played with them for a bit. “What are you doing!?” came my mother’s voice. I looked up. “Pwaying wif my fwends.” I replied, as business-like as I could be with my three-year-old voice. My mother ran into the yard and scooped me up. “They could have rabies! Thank goodness you weren’t hurt!” She brushed back my hair. “But mommy, they’we my fwends!” I squirmed, trying to get off my mother, but she held on, a faraway look in her eyes.
“Hello? Hello!” A voice brought me back to the present. Nage was staring at me. “Oh, sorry, I just remembered something.” I said quickly. When I was three, I wished I had some friends, and some squirrels came out and played with me. Then my mom saw and ruined everything.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I’m just through that door if you need me. Just make yourself comfy, okay? I think the others should be coming soon.”
CERA:
We ambled on, and I figured that ‘five minutes’ probably wouldn’t be five minutes. Or maybe, as a puppy, my time sense(which sucked already) was even worse.
((Okay, here goes massive PPing. Wheee!
On a related note: To make sense of this RPG, I’m editing it into episodes. This will be the end of episode 5 and beginning of episode six, where we battle who has taken over the world (we can extend that plot for the next few episodes as well, if we feel like it). As far as I can remember, the major remaining plot devices that we forgot about along the way are the MS-ifyer (which we can re-insert as a weapon
uses to expand his army and secure his reign of terror) and the few hundred evil, perfect book characters trying to kill us (which will have faded because the machine
used to bring them over was destroyed). Also, we should try to get any new recruits for this RPG here now.
*so far, I’ve divided it into e1 (the base gets blown up, betrayal), e2 (the hotel until the teams meet up again), e3 (the battle of the all-you-can-eat buffet, the H&H, ends at s base), e4 (
s base until the battle of the second base (the one where it rains ravioli)), e5 (the whole leaving & Lothlorien mess + wherever everyone else went + the beach until now).))
Carrie:
We trekked through the bushes, which all seemed to be intent on taking me out. I thought about secretly trying to use my powers to speed things up, but as far is feasibility goes, I got stuck on the “secretly” part. Suddenly there was a low humming sound.
“What’s that noise?” I asked.
“What noise, Carrie?” asked Psyche, sounding a little cross. That was completely incomprehensible. I mean, I’d only changed the fabric of reality a little and landed us in some desolate corner of the universe with a few bushes for company, with absolutely nothing but a psychic, possible prank call which she’d answered and been nearly knocked out a consequence. There’s just no pleasing some people.
“That annoying humming noise!” I said, even more irritable. It gave me a headache just listening to it, but since no-one else seemed to notice and it didn’t fade I started singing to drown it out.
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves,
everybody’s nerves,
everybody’s nerves,
I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves
and this is how it goes:
I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves,
everybody’s nerves,
everybody’s nerves,
I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves
and this is how it goes:
I know-“
Suddenly, the world jerked sideways under my feet and I found myself falling… again.
Oh, great.
All the others had vanished. I was falling, further and further but in no place I’d ever been before. Around me, I saw different scenes that I half remembered but might as well have been from a comic book or fairy tale- Klutzgirl tripping in a cockpit, a blond girl clinging to a dragon, running from a boar, KaiYves’s face, Kitty, my debilitated toaster, Rosalie’s diary, a lab with several scientists standing expectantly around a platform…
Sometimes, I caught glimpses of some of my companions from the forest falling, but none of them responded and I was unable to control my fall- or anything else for that matter. I thought I saw Klutzgirl to my lower left for a few minutes. Her eyes were closed, a trickle of blood down her left temple and she didn’t move at all. I tried to scream or to reach out to her, but I kept falling and another image blocked my vision of her. Alone and lost. Falling.
My initial panic left me when I realized that there was nothing I could do. Nothing. So I fell, watching my life being played before my eyes. This whole situation was impossible- I must have been hit on the head very hard. Too hard. But there was one last thing I wanted to do- with an inhuman effort, I lifted my head up. “Let there be stars” I prayed. I just want to see the stars once more.
But instead (why does the universe always feel the need to short-change me?), there hung a vision of the forest a few minutes ago, with a girl singing.
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves.”
I fought to keep my eyes opened as they fluttered. If I let them fall closed, I wouldn’t be able to open them again.
“… everybody’s nerves…”
They shut, but the song went on in the darkness, sounding slower and more mournful by the moment. Somehow, it felt appropriate and I gave up fighting and relaxed.
“And this is
how it
… goes.”
((End of episode 5. I’ll post the rest in a few hours.))
((Wait, so what just happened? ))
((Nothing important. Somehow NaNo has left me with a tendecy to constantly write dramatic filler ))
((Hello? I don’t really think I can post much until you guys get to the base. Can we do a time skip or something?))
((How is LKB’s post suddenly under mine? It was there before I posted… oh, never mind.))
((Who’s LKB? :lol:))
((The first manifestation of my dyslexia, which spontaneously appears whenever I’m in a hurry. ))
((
So…can your group get to the base now? Like I said, I can’t really do much more without that group being there. I think a time skip is in order here.))
Carrie:
With a thud, I landed on something very hard and was winded. I gasped for air and tried to look around me. White floor, white wall- someone here was obviously colorblind or had a very small fashion sense- white lab coat, white chair, black puppy… Something was wrong here. Shouldn’t that be a white dog? Someone had got the colors wrong. “Wait a second.” some previously dormant part of my brain which was in charge of Intelligence reported. “You just had some seriously freaky hallucinations and you’re supposed to be dead. Why am I here? What is my porpoise in life?”
Then, my slightly burry vision cleared. Now that black puppy- Cera! And next to her were Psyche, Aster, ((insert anyone else still here)), a slightly frowning girl in hot pink, some girl who managed to seem annoying even though we’d never met and some of my favorite people in the world- scientists. Normal scientists are fine, but the ones who research heros and mary sues usually have the nasty habit of putting me in a cage and/or prodding me with needles. Or maybe they were just standing to close to Miss Annoying.
My friends had all comfortably landed on a padded dish-like platform which reminded me of the room they beamed people from on Star Trek. I had missed it my just a foot and landed hard on the floor. Typical. Psyche and Aster were interviewing some scientists, another one was interviewing Cera, talking at high speeds and none of them looking remotely disturbed by the teleportation, only a little disoriented. I felt like I’d been run over by a truck, told that my dog had died and then locked into the mental ward with a pyromaniac with anger issues and probably looked like it too.
“Are you okay?” the scientist from next to the hot pink girl asked me. I tried to formulate an accurate description of my condition, but it ended up coming out. “Pink.” I murmured, trying to push myself off the floor.
“Thank you for rescuing us from the forest, but …who are you? Why have you brought us here?” asked one of my companions.
“You must follow me into the briefing room.” one of the scientists said firmly. His white mustache put me in mind of a rather large walrus and I grinned. “The situation is grave. has taken over the world. Now come!” The others followed him. “Mr Tate, I’m afraid this one might have a concussion.” said the nice scientist. “Everyone tends to their personal wards. Geoffry will handle it.” said Mr Tate. Nice guy shrugged and left with pink girl. I would up with a tall, dark haired guy who had been standing in the back. “Ward?” I asked, trying to concentrate on short words. “Since there are so few of you, each one gets a scientist assigned to them. I got stuck with you, unfortunately.” On this cheerful note, he hauled me up and I half stumbled, half was dragged towards the briefing room since my feet seemed to have lost the hang of walking. I tried to say: “I can see this is the beginning of a long and fruitful partnership.” but it came out more like “Fruitbat”. Geoffry rolled his eyes and we stumbled into seats at the back of the briefing room.
((Aster’s still up with Faldrea. Anacae is off being a traitor. (By the way, she’s suffering under amnesia as a side affect of the Sueification) Which isolates me from most of the other people… I’ll have to work on that.))
((They got summoned too, otherwise we’re cooked cats with too few people to write. Sorry about Anacae… I’ll have Hera meet her, or you could write that.))
((ARGGHHHH, I’m bored!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody get to the cakin’ base!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
((We are at the caking base. The scientist just transported us there- well, Carrie missed the landing dish and is slight concussed. The guy you were talking to is your personal assistant dude, and we’re now having a meeting thing.))
((Really? No offense, but your post was a bit confusing to me. But now that I just reread it, it makes more sense. Also, is the girl in hot pink Selena?))
((That was what I intended… sorry, clarity isn’t my strong suit. I figured someone dressed in hot pink would stay out, and the annoying girl is Enc’s character. Now I’ll shut up and let you guys decide what we do next.))
((Okay, thanks for clearing that up!))
((Umm, hello…? I honestly don’t know what to do!))
((Nor I…
So now we’re all in a the base with a bunch of scientists?))
Anoia:
I stood in the base, while everybody appeared. Most of them looked on with a taste of disgust. I was used to it, though.
I was relaxing in front of the TV, since the annoying girl had left, when Nage came. He said that the others had come, and he led me to the room in the back. It was completely white, with a dish shaped thing. Lots of people were standing on it, except for one girl. She seemed to be unconscious, but then she groaned. “Pink” she muttered, and I rolled my eyes. Duh it was pink, Mr. Joe hates pink.
((Okay, I can write more, but I suggest that the scientist tell us about our next mission (we should probably save the world from eventually, but I’m open for anything).))
((Mission… ah… I suppose saving the world would work… isn’t that what we always do anyways? ))
((Hello? *echoes* Hello…hello…hello))
((I’m here! I have absolutely no idea what to post! *echo*…to post…to post…to post…))
*pokes*
*pokes harder*
DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! DEAD!!!!! *POOOOOOKKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
I’m here! Just write something- anything at this point! We could break in somewhere or fight Mary Sues & Gary Stus or get pedicures or whatever.
((?!?!?!?!?!?!?))
((People, COME BACK!!!!!!!!))
((not that I’m ever around…))
((I’m here. Someone just post something! ANYTHING!))
((POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE))
((POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEBACK))
((Don’t let it die again! This is probably the only thread I ever check anyways! :O ))
( can I join?)
(( stdp I’ll make a profile.
Sadie Kane ( yes, I know she’s a book charcter!)
age: 12
powers: think Red praymid.
Decsription: very good to have on your good side and bad to be on your bad side. Curly brown hair with red streaks.
Side: I think Superhero, but I might change sides later.
((Hi! Yes, you can join. Please don’t use a book character though it’s okay to use powers and characters similar to some from books. It would also be helpful if you explain “Red pyramid” powers for those who don’t know it.))
((Also sounds a bit Sue-ish, though I don’t know what “Red pyramid” is.))
( oh okay. Red Pyramid just means that she can say things and they appear (ex: she says fire a fire appears.) and instead her last name will be different. Her last name is now Nightingale. And i am intending for her to become a Mary sue later.))
((Backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
And…I have no idea what to write.))
Sadie Nightingale
(( pretend i just randomly opened an oblesik ( Egyptian art+ me = portal and there was a plaster pyramid with i slid down and fell by base.)
“INVASION!” I heard. i rubbed my head which was wildly throbbing. Where the Thoth was I? I tried entering the door. it was locked. “Hai-di” i said. the door exploded. i walked through. I wished that I knew where i was.
116-FORGET THAT POST OF THE BUNNIES WILL COME!!!
lets try that again.
Zoe Nightingale
age: 12
powers: Telepathic ,teleports( only 3 times a week) and can shape-shift into animals. when in animal form she can talk to animals.
Description: very good to have on your good side and bad to be on your bad side. Straight shiny black hair and purple eyes.
Side: I think Superhero, but I might change sides later.
Lets assume i have been newly recruited, blah blah i am running to get there.
I raced to base. I had just been recruited to the MLJ and a group of scientists were telling them the next mission when i busted in. The scientists looked over calmly. ” Hello Zoe. We’ve been expecting you.”
one said. I was guided to a second room. I probed his mind. I wonder if she knows about her powers? He was thinking. What powers? What were my powers? He seated me into a little pod. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. I peeked. The pod was opening and the scientist studied a sheet. I again probed his mind once it was clear that he wasn’t going to tell me. Telepathic ,teleports( only 3 times a week) and can shape shift into animals. when in animal form she can talk to animals. Wait. I can feel her presence in my brain… I was blocked out of his mind. I vaporized and my being was floating. I reformed in a white room with many people standing on a dish thing. one girl had passed out. I tried to sense her thoughts but all she was thinking was Air… Air… I turned into a bird and flew so i could see everything.
If you read this, come here!
Okay. Here’s what’s happening: everyone is at a base in a dystopian future where rules. Being superheros, we should save the world while the mary sues try to stop us. Right now, we’re about to be briefed on our new mission (whatever you guys want; just make something up).
118- So, a new set-up? Maybe we should start fresh on a new thread.
[Good idea. This one is almost a year old. Here you go. –Admin.]