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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

poor Dean couldn't hear Castiel. :( and Cas got glass on him :(

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

The attempt to communicate with Dean Winchester had failed, he was sure that Dean was capable of speaking to him directly. After all of any human was capable of both listening to and seeing his true form wouldn't it be the eldest winchester?

He watched with curiosity as the newly revived hunter seemed to be elated to be back on earth. Who wouldn't be more then happy to escape ever lasting torment in the after life? There seemed to be no price that was worth your eternal soul, the greed of ao many humans among other emotions always confused him. But he was a soldier of the greatest army to ever exist fighting the most important war to ever be fought. Trivial things such as emotions of these walking sacs of dirt & blood made by the father wasn't his focus. He had a mission to carry out and no matter what he intended to achieve it. It had been so long since he'd walked the earth, basking in the warm rays of the sun.

Of course he wasn't in a physical form yet, he was still working on that. The focus had been lifting the chosen one from the pit, while the rest of his flight was still in search of a proper host for him to use to truly walk the earth like men. In the mean while he was fully focused on establishing connection with Dean. His force attempt to say "can you hear me" had caused an ear shattering noise to Dean. He decided to "lower" his volume and spoke once again. "Listen to me Dean!" The Being called out to the hunter. Of course the words he spoke from his heavenly body were not heard by Dean in english. "Listen!!" He raised his voice causing the entire inside of the gas station to shake. A violent bright light filled Dean's vision briefly, and every window in the gas station shattered. The tv sparked violently before shattering from electrical sparks. The very ground the hunter stood on shook violently forming some cracks in the earth. This was all from him raising his voice which of course was something the newly revived human could not hear.

@AnnaBeth

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Guess what team!
We're starting in Season 4!
Is everyone cool with that! So we can start in the thick of the apocalypse, and work together to SAVE THE WORLD!!!!!! We've GOT to stop Lucifer he's evil!
Plus he wants to take Sam as a vessel and have him kill Dean!!!! We can't let that happen never!!! Castiel saved Dean for perdition!

Save the Hunter, Save the World!

Wrong show, but let's do this!!!

The Energy Storm

Washington D.C - President David Forrester - White House Press Conference

“Ladies & Gentlemen, men & women of this proud brave country. It’s with a heavy heart that I announce these laws that must take place in order for the continued survival of our great nation.” David Forrester, the President spoke. The brother of Nathan Forrester, CEO of Forrester Corporation he was hardly anything but a man of the people. Thanks to his family’s uber wealth he responded the major corporations & corporate conglermate’s that ruled America with an financial iron fist. He was making an announcement of some new laws that would be passed to address the situation with the enhanced humans. These laws were most needed especially after George Sanchez’s vile use of his ability to create a sinkhole that enclosed his entire high School in Chicago resulting in the deaths of 729 people including students & faculty.

“These measures are known as the Emergency Enhanced Act. In addition to the mandatory blood tests, these laws will also accompany them to ensure our nation makes it through these tough times. As I’ve said before I’ll say again I want nothing more then to keep my promise to the hard working American people. I will stop at nothing till I MAKE, AMERICA, SAFE, AGAIN” David spat out getting an eruption of positivity & claps from several in the attendance of the White House. Investigative Journalists, Reporters, Critics, and regular citizens alike had joined in the chorus of claps to President Forrester’s announcement.

Although he wasn’t the man the nation had chosen to be their leader, quite literally in-fact. He’d lost to Hiliary Clinton in the popular vote, but against all odds the electoral college had voted to select him to be next person for presidential power. Many felt the Republican Party had pulled a fast one letting the electoral college pick him despite loosing the popular vote. Rumors of various conspiracies had spread like wildfire across the four corners of the country of how David Forrester had truly attained power. The mysterious aura that surrounded & oozed around the Forrester Family didn’t help. Like the infamous Rothschild family who had massive influence & control over the banks, the Forrester Family had been in power & wealthy for centuries.

As far as back as the early days when Columbus had first “discovered” America so to speak for the British immigrants. They’d been known, a family who was the complete definition of “old money”. It was known that they’d had a massive hand in slavery & the transatlantic slave trade back in the day. Not ones to settle for over-seas money, they’d made a great deal of profit & secured quite a bit of land from actual slavery within the confines of the new world as well. They and the people they represented fought to the bitter end to maintain slavery during the Civil War. They were staunch against Abe Lincoln’s efforts to free the slaves due to the economic repercussions they’d face. Even now in the present the fact that their family was still enriched & wealthy in America despite their iron tight hold to maintain slavery was a strike against them. However their known infamous acts of evil didn’t end with trying to maintain & expand slavery during the 1400’s to the Civil War. Oh no in more recent times they’d played a major financial role in investing in prescription pain killers, and as a result were implicated in the opiate crisis that was roaring through the nation.

As the number of addicts rose & the amount of over-doses rapidly increased the Forrester Family name & The Forrester Corporation were dragged through the mud with Purdue. Like the Tobacco Companies who pushed to make smoking nicotine specifically cigarettes mainstream & downplayed the addictive damage inducing & cancer causing effects of their product they acted similarly with prescription pain-killers. They’d worked with Purdue to surprise any scientific information about the dangers of opiates, and their vile addictive nature even when used in cycles & periods of time prescribed with medical oversight. The pattern of devious behaviors & projects the Forrester Family had their grubby hands in with money didn’t stop with those two incidents in history. So you could see why people who were more curious then the average American layman were curious about how David Forrester managed to wiggle his way into Presidency during the recent 2016 election.

“As for these laws.” The President was speaking again and people were listening intently. Political writers were speaking writing down every word the leader of the free world spoke as he went about explaining these new laws being passed for America to control it’s superhuman situation. Journalists where bubbling getting ready to ask questions, & others in the crowd where just there in present to listen to their leader speak about how he planned to lead the country to deal with this situation. “Altered humans will be required to declare their status on their driver license or whatever form of ID they have, Altered humans will NOT be allowed to be sold or consume alcoholic beverages due to the danger of superhumans being intoxicated, Altered humans will not be allowed to consume marijuana or any illicit drugs for the same reasons as their ban on alcohol consumption, Altered humans will have a curfew and will not be permitted to be roaming the streets from the hours of 10PM to 8AM under no exceptions, Altered humans will not be allowed to be present at any educational facility including all schools & college’s neither as student or faculty regardless of age. Altered humans will not be allowed to use their abilities in public for any reason or face federal prosecution. Altered humans will not be allowed to utilize their powers during the the commission of any business or financial activities. Altered Humans will be temporarily barred from certain profession’s where their inclusion right now is detrimental including law enforcement, practicing law, all forms of medical practice, the educational system. Altered humans are not considered a protected class like race, religion & gender and can be banned or removed from any private or public business for safety measures without warning at will. Altered Humans are banned from using all forms of public transportation including privately owned such as Uber & Lyft. Altered humans are not allowed to engage in ownership or possession of guns or other weaponry.” The President continued on delivering the series of restrictive laws that were being passed against Altered humans in tandem with the mandatory blood tests.

After the President’s announcement of the laws multiple hands shot into the air. An invisible tension so thick it could be cut with a knife was felt in the atmosphere. The mandatory blood tests were one thing entirely, but these other laws being enforced under the guise of emergency powers were restrictive. They were quite frankly combating the rights that Altered humans had as American citizens. There were some who were questioning if these new rules came from a place of heartfelt security in the country or from a place of deep seated hatred. One factor that some felt these laws were rooted in was racial bias, especially considering that thus far all advanced humans in America belonged to racial minorities. Along-side the Blood Tests these laws were in effect immediately, and the President had finished his statement with a declaration that the National Guard would be mobilizing in all fifty states to ensure that these new laws & regulations involving altered humans were enforced & followed promptly.

The Forrester Administration had wasted no time swinging the metaphorical hammer of justice down against these advanced humans. With these new precedents being carried out, there was sure to be those among the altered who might be further pushed towards the Reaper’s agenda which was starting to look slightly less radical with the new rules being pushed by President Forrester. Of course considering that in the past month an advanced human in Chicago had used his abilities to snuff out the lives of 729 Americans it was hardly surprising. The icing on the proverbial cake was the national guard was being mobilized in all fifty states. With the rapid spread of the Energy plague ravaging the states many had discussed rumors of military involvement to enforce the proposed government lockdown & quarantine regulations to prevent the further spread of this deadly virus. Despite the rising number of cases over the past three months, U.S Soldiers had yet to march the streets armed to the teeth in body armor & impenetrable vehicles patrolling the states.

San Francisco, California - Floyd Banker - Fuck all that shit Forrester Saying
Floyd wasn’t the least bit concerned with the political climate surrounding Altered Humans. Yeah he knew about the kid who dropped his high school into a hole. Plus he was no stranger to the activities enhanced humans were involved in thanks to being an avid twitter user. So yeah he didn’t use traditional news media, social media was a fine substitute to him. Besides unlike what he saw on the evening news, there was no filter to the information spread online. Really it had a more authentic feel in his opinion, especially since it was coming from the people not outsiders in suits reporting on the situation.

Life in California the past seven months had been interesting. It hadn’t been an easy choice to just up and leave his home-town of Atlanta. But he needed a change of scenery, and a different pace to his life. Plus recreational marijuana being legal and readily available here was another bonus. He thought about that specific aspect of why he moved as he took some deep inhales from a fat filled marijuana cigar he was puffing on.

“Floyd pass that shit c’mon puta!” Rita Salzaras protested, as Floyd was doing what he did best. Smoking the marijuana himself without sharing. At the sound of her voice ringing in his ears he passed the cigar to her. She promptly snatched it from his hand and took a few deep puffs herself. “Ahh ya that hits the spot. Sheesh you smoking this weed like you bought it or something, you gotta roll the next blunt.” She retorted with anger in her accent.

“Okay okay jeez Rita calm down, you act like you going anywhere. Yo fine ass finna be right here in the crib with me, yeah I hit it a couple more times before I passed It but shit we got enough weed. “Floyd responded nonchalantly wondering why she was worried about him chiefing at all when she was connected & had pounds of weed. After a few more minutes of going back and forth Floyd had rolled up another one for them to smoke. He looked around for a lighter but mentally face-palmed realizing how silly it was for him to look for a lighter. With a simple motion flames erupted around his finger tips which he shot forth to spark the marijuana. “Yeah that never gets old, I ain’t Neva aint nevaaaa gotta worry about a lighter again.” Floyd exclaimed with the upmost satisfaction to having a permanent lighter for his smoking habit.

He was enjoying his day right now, kicked back using his literal ability to disperse flames from his finger tips to light up. Not only that he was fucking the Rita Salzaras, who’d played a big role in him being able to move up in the drug game in California. He’d came out here wanting to boost his illicit revenue to really rise up financially shipping pounds back home to Atlanta. But getting entangled with Rita meant he could get his hands on other stuff than grass. He wasn’t ashamed to say that he was moving white girl & pain pills now making way more money. Although the risk was greater, thanks to his newfound abilities he found himself adjusting just find.

Of course shooting flames wasn’t going to keep him out of prison & off the fed’s radar. Quite the opposite really since he figured being a human flame thrower was an attention drawer with how the feds were cracking down on people with powers. Lucky for him and perhaps unlucky depending on how you looked at it unlike Rita his power wasn’t necessarily just shooting fire. Ever since he’d a sexual fling with Luna right after recovering from the energy plague his life had been on a wild ride ever since the past two months. He seemed to pick up something from every different person he encountered, and at first he wasn’t able to notice that. He figured he’d lost the superpower lottery to take a page from the tropes, but it turned out he might be the overall winner. As ecstatic as he was to be living his literal power dream, it brought up the age old moniker of being careful what you wish for.

Since plunging himself into Luna’s warm embrace, and trysts with her throughout the late night he’d been plagued with horrific nightmares. The thing is these nightmares weren’t just horrid dreams filled with dark confusing events. No these were extremely lucid visions of future occurrence’s, of real bad things that were coming to past in the world. At first he thought that taking a break from cannabis was triggering the usual lucid dreams that come with any tolerance break. But A he hadn’t slowed down on smoking recently quite the opposite. And B once he witnessed the events of one of his nightmares on the news play out scene by scene the same way it did in his dreams he knew that the extra spring in his step he felt from getting over the energy plague wasn’t just overall satisfaction from recovering from the deadly illness.

His mind drifted away from the smoke session & to the details of the nightmare he’d experienced this morning. Of all the dreams he’d experienced so far, this That’s so Raven moment was the worst.

He recalled seeing the streets of Atlanta, Georgia. They were filled with people roaming about, the city was bustling with life as always. He was back home and it was May of 2019, about a year from now. He was at a baroque at his homie Juice’s spot and they were talking about plans to take their marketing business to the next level. “Man this shit really finna be some major, we going next level with this shit, the streets is ready for this shit, after all we been through we finna be on top.” Juice spoke elated about the progress their business ventures was making.

“Hell yeah I mean my super powers playing a big role in that my dawg, Tres always use to say I was a magic man, but I never thought that’d really be the case.” Floyd beamed happy about the role his powers had played in him & Juice getting a major big break in the entertainment & music industry.

“Shit I ain’t hating man, I swear with all the luck you’ve had over the years I think you’ve had powers before the energy plague shit, the real luck being that you was able to get pass that blood test shit. I mean shit you see what’s been happening to the rest of the Altered people, shit. Been telling y’all to get the fuck out the country before it’s too latest his some modern us vs them bullshit.” Juice spoke leading the conversation down a darker tone that Floyd found somewhat uncomfortable with his own status as an Altered Human.

It was clear from the vibe of the conversation in the vision, that although he managed to use some of his luck to skirt through the testing. The situation for Altered humans a year from now in the vision was bleak. But the focus of the dream wasn’t about the cryptic conversation he had with his friend about him skating Liberty. The dream had taken a plunge for true darkness shortly after that. The vision had continued relatively normal with him, Juice & others in their business & inner circle smoking some weed, having some cold stiff drinks, mingling with some gorgeous instagram models, & jamming out to some new tunes. Within an hour the entire sky was filled with darkness, and then it happened. The vision began moving at a rapid pace, skipping time constantly. One minute he saw his lovely city of Atlanta the good, the bad, the ugly. Then there was a new way of seeing his home town he wasn’t use to. The destroyed, the eradicated, & the remains.

It all happened so fast in the blink of an eye. He’d never seen some a graphic brutal scene of such desolation in reality. The entire city was engulfed in flames, people running for their lives in every direction. Buildings on fire, crumbling to the ground. The blood of innocents spilled, the entire city of Atlanta all the way to the metro area engulfed in massive explosions. This was like the Energy Storm but worst, it wasn’t just energy beams raining down toppling a few buildings. No the entire city of Atlanta was disintegrated, but it didn’t stop there. These explosions weren’t just taking place in his city, but other major American cities. LA, Chicago, Vegas, New York City, New Jersey, D.C, all engulfed in simultaneous explosions. Millions of people dying in a blink, but it didn’t stop there. Because unlike the Energy Storm whatever he was witnessing wasn’t just happening in the United States. The entire world had succumb to this fate, all around the world civilization crumbled. The entirety of the human race was slaughtered. Blood spilled across the globe, every major city in every major country toppled. Buildings collapsing, rivers of blood, every city engulfed in flames, destroyed countries, streets littered with corpses. The earth flooded with dead bodies, dismembered, many disintegrated. It was if some major event had occurred all round the world at once, and everyone fell victim at once. No one was prepared, the entire world’s intelligence community was unable to see this coming.

This brutality, this globe spanning massacre was something he’d only imagined in his worst nightmares. It Brought back feelings of true fear that had been cousing through his veins when learning about the biblical apoylcapse back in Sunday school when Jesus was suppose to return for the believers. But in this particular vision he didn’t see any glowing crosses in the sky, nor did he witness a chorus of angels coming down to the earth. No this was just pure destruction & eradication of the human race. There was no one who was spared from this horrible fate, he was witnessing the end of the world.

As the bloody vision was nearing an end, a battered and beaten man was see walking through the remains of New York City. The entire city was wiped out, and lifeless as was the rest of the world. The skies were gray, and radiation resonated through-out the entire atmosphere of the planet. All life or the bulk of it was gone from the earth. The man continued truding forward through the remains of the big city stumbling into what remained of a parking garage and collapsing onto the ground. Reaching into his tattered sweats he took out a radio and set it on the ground. A Buzzing could be heard as the radio was locked in a battle with heavy static. Finally a voice could be heard speaking through the radio. “Hello if your hearing this you have survived, not that means much. What is survival anymore, there everywhere. It’s bad enough that the entire planet was wiped out. But then they came out, then they began coming out hunting us down. For anyone listening you know what I’m talking about, they’ve managed to track us down under-ground. All around the world, they’ve burst into the fallout bunkers. For those of us lucky enough to make it under-ground or happen to be in a protected area right when the bombs went off. Sometimes I think that we the remnants had it the worst, at least they were all gone in a flash. Of course I can’t say I’ve never been disintegrated, maybe it was worst. But knowing that only 5 percent of the human population is around and that those monsters are out there tearing us apart limb by limb metallic demons with no souls. Picking us apart, hunting us like wounded animals. Well if your out there all I can say is this as pointless as it is we need to find each other, fight. We’ve lost everything, but not our hope if we’re all going to die we’re going to go out with a bang. No matter what we stand togther we fall together, it’s funny we were all worried about that energy storm, those superhumans it made but in the end the real monster was the one we crafted…the one who anyone hearing this broad-cast knows of very well, the real monster…that it’s looking like humanity won’t live to stop…KIVA.” Right as that word was spoken the broadcast eded.

Tears rolled down the man’s face, Floyd was in sheer agony watching this horrific journey. HE had no idea who this man was, why he was roaming the ruins of the desolate New York City and the bone chilling name KIVA what it meant. What was going on, if all his visions had come to life so far, then what did this one mean. As if it couldn’t get any worst the man leaned up to push the radio aside when a spear flew forward from out of nowhere and pierced the man’s skull/ Blood splurged from his cranium as the man fell to the ground dead. In the distance the sound of metallic whirring and a cold dark laughter could be heard. As the ear shattering metallic empty souless laughter grew louder the vision faded to black. Moments later Floyd woke up shooting up in the bed covered in sweat, nearly whacking Rita who was laying in bed next to him passed out.

Floyd was breathing heavily looking around to see the world hadn’t ended. Civilization hadn’t collapsed and there wasn’t a sole beaten, battered & weary man walking the streets with a damaged radio. “Puta!!! Banker, aye what’s going on?!” Riya protested about Floyd jumping up out of his sleep and nearly smacking her. Rita caused some flames to appear in her hand, shooting a stream past Floyd’s face causing him to jump back startled.

“Hey shit calm down what the fuck was that for”!” Floyd barked back at his cartel accomplice upset about her sending a column of flame past his face to catch his attention.

“I should be asking you god damn it, dream that bad you almost woke up and whacked me sheesh. What the pussy was so good you had a dream you woke up without it.” Rita teased leaning forward to kiss Floyd.

Back in the present Floyd saw another column of flame brush past him and snapped out of his day dream. Turning to see once again that it was Rita again using her powers to catch her attention. This time it wasn’t about him waking up from his sleep rapidly in fear but something more mundane. This time it was her who had been chiefing on the weed, and taking too many hits. “Damn you really are high as fuck right now aren’y you.” Rita laughed and passed the blunt to Floyd who accepted gladly.

“Shit hell yeah it’s some good shit, see I ain’t say nothing when you was over there being Cheech & Chong with the wood, now make sure you give me the same behavior,.” Floyd said in a joking tone as he hit the backwood a few times. It felt so surreal sitting up in his apartment with Rita getting super baked on Zaza when he knew that the potential end of humanity itself loomed over his head. He mentally cursed about the visions he’d been experiencing, what with it being so horrific that he couldn’t even focus on the smoke session he was having with Rita. As he was hitting the blunt he froze and almost dropped the backwood on himself hearing a word that caused him to almost freeze him.

“God damn I know we’re fire proof but your bed’s not Floyd. You want the fire department coming here, we got too much damn weed in the house and we’re fucking mutants, what’s wrong with you, you sure you not on some other shit baby.” Rita asked wondering why Floyd was being so jumpy today. She noticed what seemed to startle him was something to do with the television. She didn’t get it because they weren’t watching a horror movie, they were just watching the news. Something about CyberCorp, some major tech company & the biggest rival to the infamous Forrester corporation. Those two technological titans were in a race to be the company to develop supposed world changing technology for the American Government. “Hello earth to Floyd, a bunch of old white scientists talking about there projects can’t be that scary what’s wrong with you?

But Floyd wasn’t listening, and it wasn’t because of the weed. He as staring at the television screen brows scrunched as he was looking at the title of the broadcast. He had no idea what it really meant, but it gave him an horrible feeling. The title on the news broadcast was a simple read, but one that caused him to feel as though he was frozen in time. The title was “CyberCorp unveils it’s newest project, state of the art tech defense that will be sure to change the world, Project KIVA”.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth Yasss ma'am Annabeth! It's Josiah only right now out of that bunch. which makes sense & figures into that point in storyline/timeline. :)

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Ayee!!!!!!

I've waited a long time for this reboot

So happy to be back in an RP with @AnnaBeth & @FuriePhoenix, there the best! Truly made a wonderful story & experience with SPN the Dark with these gals! It's great for us to be back in action & rebooting this. This is just what my life needs right now with Covid/this pandemic and everything that's happened.

I'm assuming the boys are taken, darn it lol I can play a riveting Dean Winchester, and a pretty decent Sammy haha. But for my cannons I'll be claiming Castiel, my favorite angelic trench coat wearing angel. Plus Gabriel & Chuck. I'll also be bringing back my main OC from the RP's previous incarnation Josiah. I'll whip up Josiah's CS ASAP, I just found the old one from the previous RP. Hmmm those are the only characters I'm planning on right now, if I think of any others or fabricate another character concept for an OC I'll let you know Annabeth! :)

Early Supernatural (the show) semi canon RP?

Confirmed

I'm def interested and love this RP and the last incarnation is in my all time favorite RP's ever! :)

The Energy Storm

San Francisco, California - Trap House - Devon’s Crew

“Man I don’t believe in all that shit that’s dumb as hell.” A man with a southern dialect was the prominent voice among a group of African American individuals outside engaging in the consumption of marijuana while some amongst them were rolling. They were standing along the sidewalk path leading up to a dilapidated house.

From within the boarded windows house, billows & columns of smoke could be seen escaping through the cracks of the shattered wood covered windows. The man who spoke was licking the ends of a backwood he’d unraveled before sprinkling the contents of a torn open packet within. His fingers tightened crushing the cannabis he had into a smaller nuts before dumping it into the backwood wrapper.

“Man Ramone just roll the gas formal you it don’t matter if this Shade muthafucka real or not he ain;t fucking with Devon’s trap house, we eating regardless. Big Dev ain’t going get ran outta business cuz of no damn fairy tale so we eating, listen to Uncle Leonard I know what the fuck going on.” Leonard said apparently the uncle too Ramon. He had just finished taking a few puffs of a stuffed back-wood that was passed his way before it was sent along to another man in the smoking circle that formed outside the apparent trap-house.

Ramone took a blue Bic lighter to the under belly of the newly sealed backwood. Running the flames underneath to dry the portions of the wood that were licked and tucked by the hand rolling process. “Yeah I mean I feel it but 3 months ago energy beams came out the sky. Some shit we only seen Goku shooting at Vegeta & Freeza was raining from the sky blasting buildings in LA, Vegas, ATL, Chicago, New York, Seattle, and other places into dust, now we got a virus that’s coming from energy, and they saying colored folks getting powers from it too.” Ramone continued speaking about all the developments taking place among them. As he was talking he took the lighter to the edge of the wood burning the ends and inhaling the reefer smoke as a nice secure cherry was formed.

“Man I guess unc you just know it’s some crazy shit going on nowadays. But all that talk about motherfuckers getting powers from the virus make me wanna run around the beach with no mask ond take my chances. Shit I always wanted to be in the X Men no cap.” Ramone continued ranting on about the possibilities of getting powers from self exposure to the virus while Leonard and some of the others laughed.

Despite standing around getting high and cracking jokes, all of them were heavily armed. Inside the damaged residence there were naked women & a few more dealers inside working on organizing and cooking product. The chemical smell of crack cocaine being made could be sniffed out at the entrance of the door. The chemical smell of rocky cocaine permeated through the thick odor of the marijuana clouds that were being blown about all around the entrance of the drug house. As the two were speaking, the leader of the dealers had emerged from the house. Devon to let people know the next batch of product was almost done and they’d soon be able to hit the streets with it.

“Go ahead and let all ya plays, jays, flunky’s all em know we back. Good crack, strong powder, great dogfood, I want a line wrapped around the door fulla jays we gotta get this money, feds focused on looking for the X Men right now so shit should be sweet right now.” Devon was thrilled with the whole Altered human situation and how much it was pre-occupying police & other law enforcement officials. As he stepped back in the building Ramone was stepping out the marijuana cigar they’d been passing around outside.

“Shit I’m cool with that let’s go, it’s time to get some paper anyway. I ain’t got no more time to be talking bout feds and all this other ole shit that don’t matter.” Leonard exclaimed whipping out his cell phone to text his plays that he had more product. The jays who were looking for opiates of course had been texting him the most flooding him with messages asking him when he’d have more heroin for sale. Thanks to the intense withdrawals that stuff caused he had no shortage of customers even with the Energy Plague going around.

As he was texting some people he was alerted to the sound of some gun-shots in the distance. He quickly reached in his pocket for his own gun, turning to see Ramone & some of the others did the same. “Aye you heard dat bruh, what the fuck was that? Ion hear no sirens coming so.”

Before Ramone could ask his uncle more questions, his question was answered/ An entire SUV was hurtling through the air. The air-borne vehicle slammed into one of the dealers sending both crashing through the front wall of the crack house, “AYO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!” Leonard yelled out only to see the one who had delivered the vehicle and his co-worker, for lack of a better word into the wall.

Turning with his gun raised at the culprit he saw a man dressed in all black. The man was also sporting a full black mask face covering and appeared to be wearing a TRU Religion jean jacket. But what worried him the most was what the mysterious man was wearing on his feet, black air forces.

“I suggest you all lay down your weapons and get the fuck out of the way If you want to live. I have no tolerance or patience for thugs sitting around wasting their lives smoking gas, selling this trash in our neighborhoods, to our own people.” The masked man spoke as he slowly approached Ramone, Leonard & the others calmly.

The strangest part about this man approaching was that he didn’t seem to have any weapons of his own. Of course he’d just chucked an SUV at one of their allies, and watched as it catapulted him through a brick wall. No doubt this man had to be one o those people from the news, Altered Humans was it. Leonard quickly changed to make sure he had a ready bullet in the chamber. If this guy could pick up & chuck cars he was getting ready to dump the whole clip on him if needed. “Aye look motherfucker, I don’t know who the FUCK you think you is coming up over here telling us what to do! But you got me fucked up, you got all of fucked up! I don’t give a fuck how many cars you can pick up, yo ass finna die today!.”

Before Leonard could speak any more, two of the others had pulled out their own weapons. They began firing emptying rounds into the mysterious muscle bound aggressor. To their shock & dismay, the bullets did little to deter the mystery man. They watched in disbelief as the bullets crunched up against his skin, having no effect. The man cracked a smile as the flurry of bullets did little to stop him, responding by simply cracking his knuckles.

Jace Williams was very happy with the powers he’d received from the Energy Plague. Upon finding out he could make himself bullet-proof among other things he’d decided to put these powers to good use. Having lost so many people to gang violence, he was determined to eradicate everyone who was involved with them. His violent crusade to end crime had been noticed by the media & attracted some attention of it’s own. The name he’d started going by was Shade, and it was one that was starting to spread through the streets of California from Los Angeles all the way to San Francisco.

“Yo bruh this the real deal Shade we gotta get outta here we can’t beat this guy! I seen what this mofo be up to on twitter, youtube all that.” Ramone balked, seeing their traditional weaponry had no effect on the masked bullet proof vigilante.

“Oh please don’t stop now, honestly you hit part of my shoulder that was really itching. Ya know one of those hard to reach spots, but I guess if your done I might as well return the favor.” Jace retorted a smirk forming on his face that the defenders of the drug house couldn’t see under the mask.

The moment of tension would quickly come to an end as Jace went on the offensive. He lunged forward towards his would be killers, causing them to resume firing to no avail. Rushing through the bullets he punched a hole clean through the chest of one of the attackers, jerking his fist back. The shooter fell to the ground his last sight being Jace’s blood stained fist and seeing him spin around to kick another one of his allies.

The gangster went sprawling through the air soaring until he slammed into an impala parked on the other side of the street. As his body collided with the car bashing through the driver side window triggering the alarm the remaining three including Leonard & Ramone seemed to realize that a gun fight with this man wasn’t the best option if they wanted to escape this encounter alive not to mention unscathed. But Jace had no intentions on sparing these enemies, if not for his own powers his body would have been riddled with bullets.

“Going so soon?! Not so fun when your on the loosing side is it!” Jace blurted out as he retrieved the gun from the first thug he’d brutally murdered. He opened fire with the automatic weapon gunning down Leonard & the thug next to him only barely missing Ramone. Ramone had sprinted inside the drug house yelling to the others inside that they were under attack by a masked superhuman enemy who was dead-set on sending all of them to an early grave.

“Oh wow that’s smart go get more grunts that’ll help I’m sure of it.” Jace mocked them as he turned to point the gun he was holding at the drug house. Pressing his finger against the trigger gently, he tapped into his ability intending to use the confiscated weapon as a vessel. Pressing down he opened fire while simultaneously using his power to vastly increase the strength of the bullets. The first round of rapid fire collided with the drug house doing far more damage then should be possible from regular shots.

Of course the shots were far from regular, having the power to increase not just his own physical strength but that of others including objects. As such the soaring projectiles piercing & explosive power was raised to far more dangerous heights.. The front door was sent flying back, and the bullets themselves caused explosions when colliding with the dilapidated property. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as what remains of the windows in the front of the residence were wiped out. The screams of armed thugs & the women inside helping the dealers cook & bag up the drugs was heard.

It was like music to Jace’s ears, nothing made him feel better the hearing the screams of terror of his enemies. He slowly waltzed towards the interest or rather what remained of it. Taking his time enjoying stalking his prey, who were utterly defenseless against his powers. “I know all yall ain’t dead so it ain’t no point hiding. Best thing you can do is say some quick prayers, cause you finna meet ya maker. Doubt it’ll do you any good, the way y’all living y’all going straight to hell. “ Jace mocked as he stepped through where the door should have been.

“Naw bruh only one going to meet Jesus is you.” Jace whipped around to see Devon the leader of the drug house. He had a shot-gun in hand and fired at Jace. The shotgun blast unlike the rounds from the pistols was actually able to send Jace stumbling backwards. Devon seeing the stronger gun had some effect on the muscle bound hero fire again. The second shot causing Jace to grind his teeth as the force from the second round sent him to the ground.

To the thugs dismay this also led to him dropping the gun, disarming him of the superhuman enhanced rounds. As he rose back to his feet Devon sprinted to another part of the house, causing Jace to roll his eyes. While the shot-gun had packed more of a punch it hadn’t left more then a small bruise under-neath his shirt. As he trudged forward to go around the corner to pursue Devon he realized that the dealer wasn’t just running to escape. “Oh shit.”

Jace let out a gasp as a grenade rolled over to mere feet away from him. Within seconds the hand-held explosive detonated. The explosion causing the area around Jace to be enveloped in flames caused by the subsequent explosion, as well as eradicating what was left of the wooden staircase that was next to him. A yell was heard from Jace as the blast consumed him. In the other room Ramone stood next to Devon with two other men and three women. They’d scrambled to toss all the remaining drugs they had in the house including the crack cocaine they’d just finished cooking into bags when the fire-fight had started outside.

“Oh shit I ain’t know you was packing them motherfuckers.” Ramone let out taken aback by the fact that Devon had ready access to grenades.

“Shit bruh you gotta always be prepared. We living in a world where motherfuckers can tank bullets, breath fire, and fly, a 40 ain’t going cut it in the streets now.” Devon replied. He took a few steps to peak around the corner as the smoke cleared hoping to be welcomed by the site of Jace’s charred body.

He was met instead with a violent death so quick he had no time to react. A cell broken cell phone from one of the men Jace had slaughtered outside had been lunged forward into Devon’s neck. Blood splurted from his neck as the head dealer fell to the ground gasping for breath in his final moments. Ramone raised his own weapon shooting both of the men still standing then pistol whipped the girl carrying the bags of drugs and cash.

“Fuck that I’m outta here.” Ramone stepped forward pushing one of the other two girls to the ground causing her to land on the ground with a thud next to Devon’s corpse. The girl screamed loudly as Ramone took off running towards the back with bags of cash & narcotics slung over his shoulder. Within seconds he was outside hopping in a gray 2007 Honda Civid parked outside. He heard the sounds of the people he’d left inside screaming bloody murder as he started up the vehicle. Plunging the keys in the ignition and moving the car into drive he slammed his foot down on the gas.

“YESSUR!!!! I’m getting the fuck outta here.” Ramone yelled out in excitement as he began speeding out from the back of the house. He had no ill feelings about turning the gun on his own co-workers if It meant escape. Not only getting away but getting all of the drugs & the money. He was ecstatic heart racing as he pressed his foot down intending to go as fast as possible to get out of the neighborhood.

In the corner of his eye he noticed some shadow that appeared to be getting larger and rapidly so. As he looked into the rear view mirror to get a glimpse of what was going on, he was suddenly catapulted forward into the front windshield of the car. Jace had used his great strength to leap into the air several miles and land on top of the Honda. The crash landing into the front of the car caused it to bend forward crushing the vehicle’s engine & sending the non seat belt wearing criminal into a face front meeting with the glass.

He stumbled out the car bleeding and more then likely with a couple bones broken. “Fuck….what the fuck are you……damn it.”

“You said you heard about me ain’t you, I’m Shade.” Jace stepped forward towards the gangster who was now bleeding profusely. He fell forward onto the cement unable to move further with the injuries he’d taken from Jace literally catapulting from the sky onto his car. Jace kicked the injured dealer’s head breaking his neck and killing him instantly on impact.

“Your a real piece of shit, shooting at your own people just for a head-start and you wasn’t even getting away, dumbass.” Jace waltzed over to the bags he’d dropped filled with cocaine, crack, heroin, & cash. Jace poured the drugs out on the ground & tore the plastic bags that sealed them apart. Narcotic powders spilled into the street and he brought his foot down literally stepping on the solidified crack rocks crushing them into powder mixed with the street’s asphalt. After a few strength enhanced stomps onto the drug packaging leaving it spread through the ground in unusable condition he felt satisfied. Checking the bag to ensure that the only thing that remained was the illicit drug money and no remnants of the hard drugs. “Alright looks like my work here is done.”

In the distance Jace could hear the blaring of police sirens. Between the gun-shots, the exploding bullets he’d used on the drug house & all the other violence that followed his confrontation with Devon & his goons it was no surprise that law enforcement was on the way. He didn’t want to be around when the police cruisers showed up to the scene. He sprinted off with the bag of drug money towards his jeep which he’d parked a few houses away from the trap-house when he’d arrived. He slung the bag of drug money into the back-seat, and took off going in the opposite direction of the approaching cruisers. It felt good to be able to use these powers to make a positive impact on the world, even if he had some extremely brutal bloody methods to do that. Of course the fact that he was taking whatever money the criminals he murdered had on hand with him was an added bonus to his murderous vigilante operation. The vicious killings of Devon’s crew would soon make it’s way to the news & social media accompanying stories of other gang members & operations that had met a violent end at his hands in the past few weeks.

San Francisco, California - Liberty Condo - Jonah Hanes

Watching the latest Reaper video had stirred Jonah up and not in a good way. Seeing this suspected superhuman radical spewing nonsense about Altered humans rising up against the Government was something that boiled his blood. It also served to justify his overly aggressive behavior towards the newly empowered superhuman population.

He’d wrapped up his notes on the latest visual communication from Reaper, then bagged up his MacBook as well as some other supplies. He’d informed his partner Angela that he’d be making his way to the office soon and he intends to keep his word. With the President’s announcement of the mandatory blood testing he was sure they’d have their hands full at Liberty’s head-quarters.

California was starting to become a hotspot for Altered human activity, and with people like Reaper spreading radical messages of revolution he was certain that further conflict with Altered humans was imminent. It wasn’t long before he was all packed up and getting into his car. As he was plugging his keys into the ignition he felt his phone vibrating once again.

This time however it wasn’t a call but a text message & not from his main partner either. Taking out his phone once again he was welcomed to a message from Jennifer. She was one of the newer recruits to Liberty, but her credentials spoke for themselves. Although he was wary of any and all newer operatives to the operation he’d vetted her himself pouring through her documentation a couple times to verify her identity.

It didn’t matter to him that she’d passed the rigorous background checks implemented by the CIA, Homeland Security, and even Liberty. The threat they were facing was dangerous, resourceful & unprecedented. All that went out the window as he glanced over at the message on his screen.

Hey, I have a contact who may possibly be able to track down Reaper. See you in the office.

“I might have been wrong about you after all, if your telling the truth that is.” Jonah spoke out-loud to himself. Having just reviewed the latest uploads from Reaper, he was eager to bring him to justice. If she really had any leads on Reaper’s whereabouts then he wanted to review the intel & make a move. While Reaper hadn’t been associated with or tied to any active or previous altered human crime scene’s yet. He was a dangerous radical who was no doubt spreading a message that he was sure resonated within the hearts & minds of some of the Altered humans he was employed to investigate.

He sent a response text to Anya/Jennifer. I’m on my way to the office as we speak, I’ll be there in no less then 25 minutes. Whatever you’ve got on Reaper spring it on me there, right now bringing him in is one of Liberty’s top priorities.

@Xandrya

Jonah pressed send, shooting the message to the agent. He briefly thought about informing Angela about what he’d just been told but decided against it. He had no idea what intel she actually had about Reaper. As such he wanted to wait to see what she had before he actually passed any news about his potential location & capture to anyone else in Liberty. With thoughts of making a dent in the operations of dangerous Altered human radicals on his mind he departed from the condo.

The Energy Storm

@The Man Emperor You can still make a Russian character lol

@TimemasterNot bad! I can't even tell your rusty, looks spectacular!

The Energy Storm

Energy Storm World-Building

This post will feature information about the world of Energy Storm. It's set in an Alternate Timeline/History of the real world, and currently the RP is set in the year of 2018.

Forrester Corporation = Billionaire Technology Company. Operates in several areas including weapons development, security systems, private technology research, microchip/tracking technology etc
They are a major company within the RP, and in the world of Energy Storm this company is one of the top ten riches companies in existence.
The Current CEO of the Forrester Corporation is Nathan Forrester, a multi billionaire who is well known around America & the rest of the world as a very succesful technological business CEO. He's got a reputation for being a very greedy man & despite his company doing very well pays their workers/employee's the bare minimum. He's also been featured in headlines over the years for a multitude of different scandals for questionable business practices but thanks to his wealth has managed to elude any form of serious punishment.
===Nathan's brother DAVID FORRESTER, is the current President of the United States. He's a member of the Republican Party, & the Forrester Administration is Republican. David was elected President right after Barack Obama's term ended within the RP. He's very popular among the wealthy & upper class in America. His victory & subsequent acquisition of the presidential seat was seen as detrimental to the middle & lower class of America. The Majority of his policies are geared towards helping further enrich those who are already wealthy & further increase the divide between the economic class's in the United States. He's an outspoken racist & is known to discriminate against ethnic minorities, LGBT & other marginalized groups. Similar to Trump in the real world, David Forrester has no political history prior to becoming the President. He is considered to be a very controversial individual and his ties to corporate America have been met with disdain by several people who feel he is not able to relate & represent a good portion of American Citizens who are not born into & an accustomed to an affluent lifestyle like him & his family.

Emergency Altered Act - The Forrester Administration under the leadership & guidance of David Forrester has passed a set of laws using emergency powers to get a tighter grip on the Altered human situation. These laws are being passed in conjunction/combination with the mandatory blood tests to determine which American Citizens are Altered Humans. President David Forrester has stated that the Emergency Altered Act laws are temporary but will be enforced for the forseeable future with a pre-determined period of 3-6 months at minimum.
--All Altered Humans have a curfew of 10PM that's carried out till 8 AM the next morning.
--Altered Humans are barred/banned from working in certain occupations/professions including law enforcement, Legal practice, Medical Fields, Education/Teaching,
--Altered Humans are not allowed to purchase, consume or possess Alcohol
--Altered Humans are not allowed to purchase, consume, or possess other or illegal drugs. Enhanced penalties for Altered humans committing any drug crimes.
--Altered Humans cannot be present at any education facility including all school's and college's, neither as students or staff.
--Altered humans are not allowed to use their powers in public for any reason
--Altered Humans cannot use their powers during commission of any business or financial activities.
--Altered humans are not a protected class like race, religion & gender, and can be barred from & fired from any job without warning or reason.
--Altered Humans are banned from using public transportation and private transportation such as Uber & Lyft.
--Altered humans are barred/banned from using and/or owning guns & other weaponry.