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After receiving his cabin number, Roy rushed to cabin nine and threw his stuff down. He did not want to stay here to long. He wanted to meet more of the other campers and see the camp grounds. Once he was done settling in he wanted to try his powers again. So he pulled out a black duffle bag and inside was a car battery. He then place his hands on the negative and positive receivers. Then he drained the battery of its contents. He felt the numbness flow through him as he drained the electricity. Only electricity made him numb like this. After he was all charged up he left his cabin and as a he was talking back he saw David and went to talk to him.
"I think I would be best as a distraction. Although my powers work indoors, it woulds be very dangerous in a confined space. I will also work with the pirate on the destruction of the technology and our enemies." Eli said without a hint of emotion. He knew that if he got put inside trying to retrieve the alien tech he might hurt some one and leaves horrible first impression. Eli does not know how he felt towards these people, well he didn't know how he felt at all, but this mission had to be a success. He looked around and waited for objection. When there was none he place his hand on the metal pad gently.
Micheal and Tod had arrived about a week ago in this small town. Micheal was told by Alice that this is were he would find his Ingredient X. This was vital for his research to continue forward. He and Tom bought a house and have been watching the crowds to make sure the city is safe for hunting. This was Tod's idea, Micheal hates to wait around and has been brooding the entire week. While Tom leaves at 9 in the morning and does not come back until 10 at night, doing his "surveillance." When Tod announced that it was safe for them to begin Micheal was thrilled. As they left the house and drove into town Tod voiced his worries.
"We should leave." Tod said while driving.
"Now why would I do that?" Micheal said while playing with a pair of Chinese handcuffs. "I've paid all this money to get us her-Wait don't tell me your scared of all the things that go bump in the night in this little city." He said condescendingly.
"All I'm saying is that if we are gonna stay, we need to be more careful. I don't need a remake of what happen last time." Tod said with a stern look and Micheal blushed hard.
"It was an accident. I thought we were not going to bring it up again." Micheal said as memories flooded at what happened the last time he made a visit to a town. " I promise things should not get that bad again. Now were are we going?" He said with confidence while he still played with his toy.
"We need to eat and I know you are just full of excitement so we will also explore as well." Tod looked at Micheal the entire time he said this then looked back at the road when he finished.
The road in silence and continued their drive into the city. Once they parked Tod pointed to a nearby diner that had good food. Tod got out of the car and wait for Micheal to follow. When he looked back Micheal was holding his hands up that were still stuck in the handcuffs. Tod huffed and walked over and let him out of the back seat. The walked together as snow fell upon them. Micheal could feel all the different energies begin given off from the nearby monster. As the walked a human bumped into Micheal, he snarled at the man and scared him away with fear and a silent apology. Micheal hates humans because they lynched and burned his parents alive for what they were. There is very few that he can tolerate for long, and even then he has an itch to kill them. He sees most as source for research and that's how he uses them, as test subjects. He once held a dinner party and invited the most important humans he could find in the area. He had each of their drinks spiked with a different potion. They all died before the night was over. The news tabloids called it The Dinner Party From Hell. He only did this for fun and a little data to see how different ingredients affect humans.
When they reached the diner Tod had to open the door again and Micheal walked in. Tod could smell the scent of a demon in the establishment. This put him on edge, he knew that there were a few in town but he had not expected to meet one so soon. They took a seat at a booth with a view of the street and awaited a waitress to take their orders. Micheal was still playing with his handcuffs to pass the time, but after they finished their food he would tell Tod it is time to begin their hunt.
"We should leave." Tod said while driving.
"Now why would I do that?" Micheal said while playing with a pair of Chinese handcuffs. "I've paid all this money to get us her-Wait don't tell me your scared of all the things that go bump in the night in this little city." He said condescendingly.
"All I'm saying is that if we are gonna stay, we need to be more careful. I don't need a remake of what happen last time." Tod said with a stern look and Micheal blushed hard.
"It was an accident. I thought we were not going to bring it up again." Micheal said as memories flooded at what happened the last time he made a visit to a town. " I promise things should not get that bad again. Now were are we going?" He said with confidence while he still played with his toy.
"We need to eat and I know you are just full of excitement so we will also explore as well." Tod looked at Micheal the entire time he said this then looked back at the road when he finished.
The road in silence and continued their drive into the city. Once they parked Tod pointed to a nearby diner that had good food. Tod got out of the car and wait for Micheal to follow. When he looked back Micheal was holding his hands up that were still stuck in the handcuffs. Tod huffed and walked over and let him out of the back seat. The walked together as snow fell upon them. Micheal could feel all the different energies begin given off from the nearby monster. As the walked a human bumped into Micheal, he snarled at the man and scared him away with fear and a silent apology. Micheal hates humans because they lynched and burned his parents alive for what they were. There is very few that he can tolerate for long, and even then he has an itch to kill them. He sees most as source for research and that's how he uses them, as test subjects. He once held a dinner party and invited the most important humans he could find in the area. He had each of their drinks spiked with a different potion. They all died before the night was over. The news tabloids called it The Dinner Party From Hell. He only did this for fun and a little data to see how different ingredients affect humans.
When they reached the diner Tod had to open the door again and Micheal walked in. Tod could smell the scent of a demon in the establishment. This put him on edge, he knew that there were a few in town but he had not expected to meet one so soon. They took a seat at a booth with a view of the street and awaited a waitress to take their orders. Micheal was still playing with his handcuffs to pass the time, but after they finished their food he would tell Tod it is time to begin their hunt.
After saying his goodbyes, Roy walked over to the councilors. Hey name's Roy, here to get my cabin number.
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Digby was very confused upon waking from his nap.
Digby's Bridgeview Apartment
8:00 AM EDT
Digby awoke to the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs filling his apartment. He knew who was responsible for these amazing aromas that woke him from his sleep, Mother. "Shes at it again." He thought to himself as he got up and headed to the bathroom. Mother was not supposed to be on her feet, let alone cooking. He had tried to tell he this but it just earned him a slap across the head and her life mantra "I'm Old not Dead, so leave me alone." When he left the bathroom and entered into the kitchen area, she was sitting at the counter reading some newspaper and drinking tea. "Did you hear about the break out, I wonder if the prisoners are okay?" She said in her sweet southern accent. It always amazed him how she could find a way to care for everyone. "Yes, but should you really be worried about the villains?" Digby said as he got his food. "Well they are people too. Maybe they just need someone to listen." Digby shook his head at this and looked at the stove clock. It was 8:00 and he had to be at work by 11:30. He scarfed his food down and thanked the cook. He got dressed and was about to head out the door to Starbucks when he heard her say, "Digby don't you go down to that coffee place and sleep again. You were late last time, and you know I hate gettin' those phone calls from the University askin' all these question. You bess get there on time and don't be late ya hear, I still need a place to stay." He turned to her and said a polite "Yes Mama" before leaving.
Starbucks, Public Square
9:00 AM EDT
When he arrived at his favorite Starbucks in Cleveland, he saw the owner, Grives. Grives had owned this Starbucks since Digby was young and he was a generous man. He gave jobs to college students and even high school kids in the summer. He gave Digby a job and they had been friends ever since. When Grives saw Digby he already knew that he wanted a Java Chip with extra chocolate and no whipped cream (Digby thought whipped cream was too much trouble to have to eat). Digby went over to his favorite seat and his drink arrived not too soon after. He paid, laid down, got his phone, and started to watch Tom and Jerry. He began to fall asleep and eventually he knocked out.
Public Square
10:30 AM EDT
When he awoke, Digby was covered in wood, debris, glass, ashes. He looked around and the store was in shambles. There were holes in the walls, some the size of boulders others the size of bullets. Half of the door was missing, and the roof had almost caved in. The marquee counter was now just a pile of shot up wood. Surprisingly the couch he was on was only burnt black a little. He had been cut up by the loose glass and wood. As he began to get up he stepped over what was left of the table, he could see some bodies and parts sticking out from here and there. "I hope Mother didn't do this because I slept over again." He said aloud to himself. "No it was not her this time." The voice came from behind a fallen beam. When he got behind it, he saw Grives. Grives had a large Cutlass in his chest; he was sitting on the floor with a shotgun in one hand and shells in the other. "It was those damn Pirates; they came through here shooting up Public Square. Then the police got involved and it turned into an even bigger mess." He coughed op blooded as he told his story. "Then mid-fight they backed off and left the heroes out to dry. The Pirates ran through here real quick, one of them came in here and tried to cause a fuss. I tried to stop him but he had other ideas as you can see." He gestured to the sword impaled in his chest. Digby reached up to pull it out but Grives stopped him. "Don't do that, just go kid. Head back to your mom and get some place safe." Digby knew he was not dead yet but those were his final words. So he got up and headed to the door to get out side. The moment he took a step onto the side walk he felt a pain shoot though his right leg; he had a large piece of glass sticking through his upper leg. “Aww shit! Well this is just great" He thought to himself. He looked around and what Grives had said was true. It looked like World War III had come through Downtown Cleveland. There was smoke everywhere; some stores were on fire, others full of cannon and bullet holes. The smell of ash ad gun powder could be smelt. Public Square was no more. The memorial statue was all but gone, the grass and trees were burnt to a crisp black and nothing was left but the dirt. All around him could see bodies of police officers, civilians, and some pirates too. He looked down Ontario St. and saw a large gathering of red and blue lights. He began to limp in that direction. When he finally arrived he saw that there was police, EMT's, the fire department, and the local news. He saw three black trucks and knew that is where the heroes were being held. An EMT came up to him, "Sir you need help sit down and I’ll get that out of your leg." Digby sat down on the floor and let the man work. He cringed when the glass came out but that is about it. "What is in those trucks?" Digby asked as he pointed at the three large black trucks with tinted windows. "I think they have some of the pirates in those trucks, at least that's what the detective told me." He knew that this was a lie so after the man was done with his stitches he got up and walked over to the trucks. Digby got his goggles out and put them on. He set them on day light mode. Then he opened his palms and focused light into his hand. He made a small cube of light, no bigger than marble. Then he pointed it at the trucks, and launched the cube. It moved as fast as a bullet and the moment it touched the middle truck the cube exploded in a flash of bright light. When the light subsided, people were walking around rubbing their eyes, they could not see and would not be able to for a few more minutes. Digby limped over to the trucks, avoiding the blind pedestrians, and when he reached the middle one he opened the back door. In the middle seat with hand cuffs on was Grand Slam. Then he went to the next truck to the right, in that car was Dervish. And coming around the last car held Damselfly. They gathered in front of the three vehicles. "Now listen we don't have much time left, and even less time to talk. So grab your things and let’s get out of here before my flash-bang wears off. Oh and by the way, the name's King."
Digby was very confused upon waking from his nap.
Digby's Bridgeview Apartment
8:00 AM EDT
Digby awoke to the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs filling his apartment. He knew who was responsible for these amazing aromas that woke him from his sleep, Mother. "Shes at it again." He thought to himself as he got up and headed to the bathroom. Mother was not supposed to be on her feet, let alone cooking. He had tried to tell he this but it just earned him a slap across the head and her life mantra "I'm Old not Dead, so leave me alone." When he left the bathroom and entered into the kitchen area, she was sitting at the counter reading some newspaper and drinking tea. "Did you hear about the break out, I wonder if the prisoners are okay?" She said in her sweet southern accent. It always amazed him how she could find a way to care for everyone. "Yes, but should you really be worried about the villains?" Digby said as he got his food. "Well they are people too. Maybe they just need someone to listen." Digby shook his head at this and looked at the stove clock. It was 8:00 and he had to be at work by 11:30. He scarfed his food down and thanked the cook. He got dressed and was about to head out the door to Starbucks when he heard her say, "Digby don't you go down to that coffee place and sleep again. You were late last time, and you know I hate gettin' those phone calls from the University askin' all these question. You bess get there on time and don't be late ya hear, I still need a place to stay." He turned to her and said a polite "Yes Mama" before leaving.
Starbucks, Public Square
9:00 AM EDT
When he arrived at his favorite Starbucks in Cleveland, he saw the owner, Grives. Grives had owned this Starbucks since Digby was young and he was a generous man. He gave jobs to college students and even high school kids in the summer. He gave Digby a job and they had been friends ever since. When Grives saw Digby he already knew that he wanted a Java Chip with extra chocolate and no whipped cream (Digby thought whipped cream was too much trouble to have to eat). Digby went over to his favorite seat and his drink arrived not too soon after. He paid, laid down, got his phone, and started to watch Tom and Jerry. He began to fall asleep and eventually he knocked out.
Public Square
10:30 AM EDT
When he awoke, Digby was covered in wood, debris, glass, ashes. He looked around and the store was in shambles. There were holes in the walls, some the size of boulders others the size of bullets. Half of the door was missing, and the roof had almost caved in. The marquee counter was now just a pile of shot up wood. Surprisingly the couch he was on was only burnt black a little. He had been cut up by the loose glass and wood. As he began to get up he stepped over what was left of the table, he could see some bodies and parts sticking out from here and there. "I hope Mother didn't do this because I slept over again." He said aloud to himself. "No it was not her this time." The voice came from behind a fallen beam. When he got behind it, he saw Grives. Grives had a large Cutlass in his chest; he was sitting on the floor with a shotgun in one hand and shells in the other. "It was those damn Pirates; they came through here shooting up Public Square. Then the police got involved and it turned into an even bigger mess." He coughed op blooded as he told his story. "Then mid-fight they backed off and left the heroes out to dry. The Pirates ran through here real quick, one of them came in here and tried to cause a fuss. I tried to stop him but he had other ideas as you can see." He gestured to the sword impaled in his chest. Digby reached up to pull it out but Grives stopped him. "Don't do that, just go kid. Head back to your mom and get some place safe." Digby knew he was not dead yet but those were his final words. So he got up and headed to the door to get out side. The moment he took a step onto the side walk he felt a pain shoot though his right leg; he had a large piece of glass sticking through his upper leg. “Aww shit! Well this is just great" He thought to himself. He looked around and what Grives had said was true. It looked like World War III had come through Downtown Cleveland. There was smoke everywhere; some stores were on fire, others full of cannon and bullet holes. The smell of ash ad gun powder could be smelt. Public Square was no more. The memorial statue was all but gone, the grass and trees were burnt to a crisp black and nothing was left but the dirt. All around him could see bodies of police officers, civilians, and some pirates too. He looked down Ontario St. and saw a large gathering of red and blue lights. He began to limp in that direction. When he finally arrived he saw that there was police, EMT's, the fire department, and the local news. He saw three black trucks and knew that is where the heroes were being held. An EMT came up to him, "Sir you need help sit down and I’ll get that out of your leg." Digby sat down on the floor and let the man work. He cringed when the glass came out but that is about it. "What is in those trucks?" Digby asked as he pointed at the three large black trucks with tinted windows. "I think they have some of the pirates in those trucks, at least that's what the detective told me." He knew that this was a lie so after the man was done with his stitches he got up and walked over to the trucks. Digby got his goggles out and put them on. He set them on day light mode. Then he opened his palms and focused light into his hand. He made a small cube of light, no bigger than marble. Then he pointed it at the trucks, and launched the cube. It moved as fast as a bullet and the moment it touched the middle truck the cube exploded in a flash of bright light. When the light subsided, people were walking around rubbing their eyes, they could not see and would not be able to for a few more minutes. Digby limped over to the trucks, avoiding the blind pedestrians, and when he reached the middle one he opened the back door. In the middle seat with hand cuffs on was Grand Slam. Then he went to the next truck to the right, in that car was Dervish. And coming around the last car held Damselfly. They gathered in front of the three vehicles. "Now listen we don't have much time left, and even less time to talk. So grab your things and let’s get out of here before my flash-bang wears off. Oh and by the way, the name's King."
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So do I just jump into the ic
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