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I had Castiel get Jimmy as his vessel in my last post & inform Uriel that he's looking for Dean now
I had Castiel get Jimmy as his vessel in my last post & inform Uriel that he's looking for Dean now
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Where's the story going with Castiel?
I'm about to introduce Josiah too! I'm gonna read the posts on page 3. I'm still on page 2 I'm catching up now.
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Where's the story going with Castiel?
I'm about to introduce Josiah too! I'm gonna read the posts on page 3. I'm still on page 2 I'm catching up now.
San Francisco - Jason Koravil - FEMA Camp
The situation was growing worst for altered humans. President Forrester’s new emergency laws made sure of that. After causing the accident at the cafe he’d decided to split. The Blood tests required an injection to determine if one was superhuman or not. Still he didn’t want to stick around at the scene of the crime per say. He was glad to have received these powers, to be able to enter the minds of others and determine their true intentions & character.
As a therapist he lived to delve into the mind of others & find out what made them tick. On the job of course the reason was to be able to help them sort out their demons. But now he was doing more then trying to sort out people’s inner beasts, now he wanted to slay them. In this case the biggest mammoth he was up against was that of the United States Government. They’d relegated an entire species as monsters in essence. A problematic issue that needed to be cut at the root.
These thoughts filled Jason’s mind as he began his walk back to his high rise condo. Justice appeared to be sympathetic to his cause. Of course his split personality was formed by his tremendous desire to spread justice to the world by force. Something he’d inherited as the son of a righteous police officer, who’d been screwed by the very system he strove to uphold order in & protect.
On his way back he thought about the altered support group he’d started a few weeks ago. To that end he’d stopped by a mom & pop store to pick up a bulk catering order he’d placed yesterday. In hindsight he was glad he’d picked a local food spot as it wasn’t occupied by soldiers or police trying to administer blood tests. After getting the food, he hailed a ride to the FEMA Camp with the chicken wings, cajun pasta, bread rolls, & three gallons of sweet tea. Upon arrival he came to the same area Amalia had been in speaking with the people in charge of running the camp and set about distributing the food, making small talk with three undercover altered humans who’d lost their homes during the energy storm.
It wasn’t long before the food had been distributed evenly among those who were at the camp. It is a good feeling to help others, there are so many things people like me could be doing for the world. But they rather ostracize us and paint us as monsters Jason thought to himself as his anger started to bubble & rise again. However he was among friends here so he wasn’t going to risk a violent outburst of his abilities. Just as he was getting ready to call another uber back to his place something startled him.
That was the arrival of another superhuman who seemed to take the attention of the FEMA Camp by a storm. Very interesting now who might this be Jason raised an eyebrow as Marcus made his flaming entrance into the FEMA Camp. He used his own power to peer into the mind of the person who made the flashy flaming entrance. Instantly hearing his thoughts he elicited a slight chuckle and made his way over to Marcus with a steady yet confident stride that oozed power.
“10 grand you say” Jason finally said as he was within ear shot of Marcus and stopped his approach. “Is that what you deem to be the appropriate payoff for us helpless & desperate at the camp?” Jason smirked as he finished the last statement if the man was smart he’d realize his mind had just been read. “Hello stranger, my name is Jason, and while I don’t know this Angel, I believe it may be of both of our interests to work together.” The mind reader was done speaking now waiting for the fiery speedster’s reaction.
@FunnyGuy
The situation was growing worst for altered humans. President Forrester’s new emergency laws made sure of that. After causing the accident at the cafe he’d decided to split. The Blood tests required an injection to determine if one was superhuman or not. Still he didn’t want to stick around at the scene of the crime per say. He was glad to have received these powers, to be able to enter the minds of others and determine their true intentions & character.
As a therapist he lived to delve into the mind of others & find out what made them tick. On the job of course the reason was to be able to help them sort out their demons. But now he was doing more then trying to sort out people’s inner beasts, now he wanted to slay them. In this case the biggest mammoth he was up against was that of the United States Government. They’d relegated an entire species as monsters in essence. A problematic issue that needed to be cut at the root.
These thoughts filled Jason’s mind as he began his walk back to his high rise condo. Justice appeared to be sympathetic to his cause. Of course his split personality was formed by his tremendous desire to spread justice to the world by force. Something he’d inherited as the son of a righteous police officer, who’d been screwed by the very system he strove to uphold order in & protect.
On his way back he thought about the altered support group he’d started a few weeks ago. To that end he’d stopped by a mom & pop store to pick up a bulk catering order he’d placed yesterday. In hindsight he was glad he’d picked a local food spot as it wasn’t occupied by soldiers or police trying to administer blood tests. After getting the food, he hailed a ride to the FEMA Camp with the chicken wings, cajun pasta, bread rolls, & three gallons of sweet tea. Upon arrival he came to the same area Amalia had been in speaking with the people in charge of running the camp and set about distributing the food, making small talk with three undercover altered humans who’d lost their homes during the energy storm.
It wasn’t long before the food had been distributed evenly among those who were at the camp. It is a good feeling to help others, there are so many things people like me could be doing for the world. But they rather ostracize us and paint us as monsters Jason thought to himself as his anger started to bubble & rise again. However he was among friends here so he wasn’t going to risk a violent outburst of his abilities. Just as he was getting ready to call another uber back to his place something startled him.
That was the arrival of another superhuman who seemed to take the attention of the FEMA Camp by a storm. Very interesting now who might this be Jason raised an eyebrow as Marcus made his flaming entrance into the FEMA Camp. He used his own power to peer into the mind of the person who made the flashy flaming entrance. Instantly hearing his thoughts he elicited a slight chuckle and made his way over to Marcus with a steady yet confident stride that oozed power.
“10 grand you say” Jason finally said as he was within ear shot of Marcus and stopped his approach. “Is that what you deem to be the appropriate payoff for us helpless & desperate at the camp?” Jason smirked as he finished the last statement if the man was smart he’d realize his mind had just been read. “Hello stranger, my name is Jason, and while I don’t know this Angel, I believe it may be of both of our interests to work together.” The mind reader was done speaking now waiting for the fiery speedster’s reaction.
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Really Really need people!
Only have a few players right now!
Will provide recap too if someone dosen't want to read the first page of posts! :)
Only have a few players right now!
Will provide recap too if someone dosen't want to read the first page of posts! :)
San Francisco, California - Jace Williams - Hideout
It was time for another video, the vigilante thought to himself while counting some blood drenched money. This was unsanitary but it wasn’t as if he was going to dunk the bills in water to clean the spilled blood off of them. He couldn’t risk ruining these crisp bills he earned from the dusty hands of narcotics dealers. There was a time in his life when he supposed that roaming the streets with pockets and bags full of drugs to earn cash for his family was a honest living. It seemed so easy to justify when you were born on the wrong side of the street.
He decided to clean up an area In the corner and set up his camera. He made sure there was nothing incriminating in the back-drop before he positioned himself to start recoding. His consulting business was his bread & butter, that hadn’t changed, But becoming a YouTuber and building up his channel was starting to bring in the type of revenue he desired. Within a few moments he was up on the screen addressing his audience.
“Hello your tuning in for another episode of Major Mula with Jace.” He stared straight into the camera with a smile etched on his face as he completed an introduction his audience was familiar with. “Last episode were talking about some pretty neat stuff. As always I instruct people to take notes and figure out of the things we talk about what will be the easiest to apply to your own life. Business Credit is something you want & need to develop. Unlike personal credit, when utilizing the business version, you can attain far more funding with less limits. One of the reasons of course is it’s for an operation rather than a personal venture. An operation that consists in you deriving income form your customers, as a business you will experience heavier cash flow than a personal individual. Thus banks & financial institutions feel far more secure about loaning the money to you in the first place. After-all them giving you money to use as additional capital for your company is far likelier to end up back in their hands with interest.” Jace continued with this episode now in full swing.
It wasn’t long before he completed the actual episode. He’d dished out some heathy advice about further building your business credit, net 30/net terms, and business credit cards. After finishing the visual recording of the base material, he uploaded the rough draft of the footage to his laptop. From there he started, or rather continued by beginning to work on the editing aspect. He didn’t plan on lingering around at this safe house much longer, but he had something pertinent coming up. He wanted to conduct this next risky business at the safe house. He felt there wasn’t a place safer he could go or include so this was it. As the clock ticked he noticed the speedier flutter of his heart indicating he was starting to get a little nervous as thehe time was coming for his next meeting. Guess I’m gonna find out the truth any minute now, whether she plans on crossing me or not.
San Francisco, - Liquid Paradise - Floyd Banker
After a few beers Floyd had a taste for something else aside from Mexican alcohol. Seeing the new laws was concerting for him, enough so that he’d logged into twitter to poke around the app. He’d read tweets about the military setting up post around the country at places with heavy foot traffic. He read tweets about people complaining that the military was starting to stop them, ask to see their ID’s, and forcing them to submit to blood tests if they refused.
He’d already told Darius he wasn’t too concerned, and that the level of nervousness he had was the same amount as when he had an upcoming drug test whilst he was still on probation. While that comparison was somewhat accurate, the feeling of pending danger of being exposed was much greater. On one hand failing a probation drug test almost certainly meant jail time which was somewhat he dreaded with every fiber of his being. On the other hand being labeled an Altered human right the current political climate was worst then being inducted into the hall of Felons.
“Earth to Floyd my boy, It’s okay to be scared. Damn you ain’t gotta lie to me ha ha.” Darius finished as he took another swig from his beer. He was on his fifth one, unlike Floyd who’d stopped at his third. “So having powers ain’t the best thing in the world for once huh, sucks to suck.” Darius teased earning him a death glare from Floyd. Darius instantly felt some regret for joking about the situation knowing the consequences of the testing where dire. “Right that was too far man I admit it, I ain’t mean to come at you like that. It’s not funny, I know you hate being at cells. You remember that time you got locked up and you had my number, musta called me bout 13 times after you was done getting processed talk bout c’mon and hurry up with the gudda gudda before they transport my ass to gen pop.” Darius once again couldn’t help but poke fun at Floyd’s situation. Humor was the tool he relied on to dissolve tension in almost any situation, and he had the same dark humor towards impending danger for his own circumstances.
“Look man I get it this you, this what you do. But that Ain’t me okay, yeah I lied bruh I’m fucking scared. This ain’t no state shit or even fed charges, this is super federal. And don’t make no super trapper jokes either, like this shit real deal the out here going around setting up post testing folks. Imma have to really stay in the crib if I wanna avoid them, and that’s if they don’t have soldiers out knocking door to door looking for motherfuckers to see if they took this test.” Floyd finally confessed to his friend at the bar counter. In all reality he was shook by the circumstances developing around the nation, even with his innate ability to fade from sight. Sure he could move un-disturbed around all manner of goons and get away from the boys in blue with more ease than usual. But the United States Military, they pursued terrorists & war-lords across international borders. They defused & destroyed continent spanning drug cartels. He was confident in the edge his powers gave him with the cops, but not the full force of the military.
“I get it, I ain’t going this some shit, it’s like they dropping Jim Crow Laws on y’all.” Darius responsed as he downed the contents of another beer.
“Man yeah shit you shouldn’t even say y’all, you don’t think it’s convenient that only black people, well all minorities only getting power. You really think ain’t no white people getting powers, hell nah they just not reporting it. “ Floyd decided going into a bit of conspiracy mode refusing to believe the media that so far no white people had been reported with powers.
“Shit so you thinking they just using this to be able to come after all of us?”
“I mean shit hell yeah, why else they doing it like this. It’s just like drugs, as a whole we be doing less yet we be getting nabbed em with more. It’s probably the same thing with powers, they going after people they don’t trust that they scared of with powers. Like Forrester really pulling the martial law shit, because what a school got sank, yeah that’s bad but think about all the bad shit that’s been going down there since them first two crazy boys.” Floyd retorted once again feeling he was being singled out because of the color of his skin and no better reason.
“I mean I feel where the fuck you coming from, and Forrester is giving me real I’m superior vibes, but ain’t know way he planned this Energy Storm, all this shit you sound crazy, hella motherfuckers died, he’s going away forever if he did some like that.”
“Psshhhh I do’t think he can or it woulda only hit our neighborhoods. I think he’s just taking real damn good advantage of the situation though.” Floyd responded finally lighting back his weed as he stared at the television screen.
After enjoying there time a little bit more, they’d decided to get some dances. But there celebration and ignoring of the dark events in the world came to a sharp halt. A well dressed black man in suit had entered with two bigger gentlemen who looked like they were human tanks. Some people in the club quickly recognized the man with the slimmer built as Lionel Smith. A notorious dealer who’d been trying to claim territory all the way from Oakland to San Francisco. He already had a fierce reputation in the past, but word on the street was he gained a power that made him even more of a fierce menace than before.
His order was clear he wanted a piece of everyone’s piece that was getting a good pie. Refusal to comply was met with an up close & personal introduction to his newfound powers. At first Floyd hadn’t noticed Lionel’s entrance in the club but quickly groaned when he did. This the last thing I need right now, on top of Forrester’s bullshit “Aye what t do Mistah Smith.”
“Don’t misty smith me Banker, you know why the fuck I’m here. You boys come up here from Atlanta and think you can just run shit without checking in & paying dues.” Lionel retorted with venom in his mouth, Floyd could see the other two men behind him had semi automatic weapons at their hip. Their entrance into the club was made with an increase in tension, and although the music was still blaring the girls that were getting him & Darius lap dances had skedaddled not wanting to be in the middle of any confrontation with Lionel Smith.
Darius himself seemed a bit nervous, as if he had some indication of what gift the energy storm had imbued him. “Ah man look my mans here Floyd is high and a lil crazy all the time, you just gotta review the terms with him and I’m sure he ain’t looking for no trouble ain’t that right Floyd.” Darius asked nervously indicating that he thought Floyd should play ball and not start anything with Lionel especially in one of their favorite establishments.
“Man look I already told you, I ain’t paying shit nada nothing comprende commmmmprende.” Floyd said his poor attempt at espanol slower the second time as if Lionel was mentally slow. This caused one of his grunts to reach for his gun electing two yelps from two girls in the corner of the club, but Lionel stretched out his hand to stop him.
“Naw naw this guy’s a wise talker, guys like him need to meet the Metal Man, it’s the only way to get them to really understand that paying is NOT an option. You wanna meet the metal man Floyd since your firm on your position not to pay right?” Lionel asked getting up closer in Floyd’s personal space. Darius slowly stood up out his seat backing away. As one of the grunts reached for his shoulder Lionel waved him down. “Let him go unlike this punk he’s got respect, my beef is with him, no need to hurt pretty boy, he seems like he’s already pissing in his pants when he seen us walk over.”
“I mea I ain’t pissing in my pants, I’m just saying I don’t think anyone here wants to meet Metal Man.” Darius interjected weekly to no avail seeing that a confrontation was inevitably brewing at the counter.
“Oh tell Metal Man I said FUCK YOU” Floyd had lept out his seat landing a sneak punch on Lionel sending him stumbling backwards into a bar stool. The thug yelp as he slid into the bar stool colliding against the metallic chair and slamming his back into the counter wall.
“Oh you cheap ass bitch ass motherfucker, I was just finna teach you a lesson, maybe break a few fingers but now I’m finna crack yo back in half if not damn near kill you.” Lionel groaned getting up this time his grunts hadn’t reached for their weapons which shocked Floyd who was almost about to whip out his own firearm. Lionel cracked his knuckles together and laughed as his entire skin became coated in thick metallic metal.
“Oh…shit….that’s Metal Man.” Floyd said loosing a bit of is swagger & bravado at seeing his enemy’s power. [I] Ah shit I just talked shit & picked a fight with Colossus [/I\
Darius noticed Floyds facial expression at seeing Lionel’s elemental transition to a far more damaging form and face-palmed at his friend’s stupidity. He looked around to see if there was anything he could do but he had left his gun in the car and it didn’t look like a 9mm would do anything to Lionel in this state. “Damn it Floyd.”
“Oh so you ain’t got shit to say huh, well since we fighting let me return the fucking favor.” Lionel lunged forward grabbing Floyd and throwing him effortlessly. Floyd was flung backwards clutching his nike bag as he slammed into a drink machine groaning in pain as he collided with the metallic drink dispenser. Just as he was getting up Lionel continued his relentless assault picking up a bar stool and flinging it at Floyd. Upon connectiong with him it drew blood and smacked Floyd down onto the bar counter causing him to scream out curse words.
“OH come on bruh keep talking, why don’t you throw another one of those punches. Come on right here I won’t even dodge.” Lionel stopped to taunt Floyd pointing his metallic face at his cheek motioning for Floyd to hit him. Floyd finally got up slinging his bag around his neck as he looked up at Lionel furious. “Bruh you tore my fucking bag, man fuck this shit metal man or not I’m finna whoop yo ass.”
The two grunts that accompanied Lionel burst out into laughter, while others in the club figured that Floyd had suffered brain damage from the brutal beatdown Lionel had already started to deliver. As Lionel himself chuckled he rushed towards Floyd grabbing him and open palming him causing him to cough up blood as it sent him sprawling through th air and crashing into the glass counter. Floyd screamed out in pain struggling to get up as Lionel was marching towards him. “Right I’m finna show you why you going PAY if you still alive today.””
“F…Fuck…this.” Floyd muttered spitting some blood out his mouth as Lionel neared him. Right as Lionel went to throw a blow, this time a punch which if connected would surely shatter bones. Floyd’s own skin became encased in metallic coating allowing him to block Lionel’s punch and he delivered a powerful knee to his chest then lunged forward elbowing Lionel in the nose. As they were both metallic armored warriors the were even footing the elbow causing an audible crack to be heard from Lionel’s nose as he stumbled backwards.
“What the fuck!? You do what I do, the fuck. Ion even give a fuck that don’t hardly make us even I’m finna whoop yo ass.” Lionel looked up and noticed Floyd was nowhere to seen. He turned right and left looking around the club unable to spot him. “Where the fuck?”
“ARGH UGH” The sounds of his two grunts yelling in pain was heard as Floyd elbowed one in the back and kicked the other sending him sprawling into the counter. Both grunts were taken down with single blows, Floyd grabbed the gun from the first grunt whom he’d elbowed tossing it to Darius. “Go on get the fuck outta here I’ll meet you outside get the car going.”
“Y’all boys ain’t going no DAMN Where”! Lionel stomped down and began marching over to Darius only to get hit by a flung bar-stool. Lionel raised his hands to defend himself as Floyd threw four more bar-stools in a row allowing Darius to jet past him and out the front door. Enraged with the delay tactic Lionel charged Floyd who parlayed out the way and responded with a round house kick to Lionel’s back sending him crumbling into a door to the private dancer room. The sound of shattering glass was heard as he was captaluted through the door.
Yo this is fucking crazy I’m made of metal fuck that’s not what I meant to do, but I ain’t complaining That brief train of thought being surprised about his situation had allowed Lionel to finally retaliate running put o him punching him in the chest, then delivering a few more blows to his chest.
“Enough” Floyd kicked Lionel in the metal nuts, which seemed to have the same effect as without metal coating since they both had it. Lionel groaned in pain practically yelling as he stumbled back, Floyd caused his right hand to be enveloped in a blue flame and he unleashed a spray of flame at Lionel blasting him into the wall and spreading fire through the bar. The combination of the two metal men dusking it out and now the stream of fire being launched had caused a mini-stampede as passengers rushed out. “ GO TO HELL.” Floyd yelled out as the color of the flames changed to blue indicating a hotter flame as Floyd unleashed a second more potent column of flame on Cornell blasting him into the wall and setting the walls around him ablaze as well as the roof above him.
The sound of a horn honking was heard loudly outside, and Floyd noticed the last blast of blue fire had caused his metal coating to evaporate. “Shit” Taking this as his moment to escape he rushed out the front door pushing a stripper to the ground behind him. Ignoring her cries of pain from being pushed to the hard floor he burst out the front doors seeing Darius had pulled pu in hi sca. “LETS GO!!!!”
“You ain’t metal skin no more?”! Darius asked highly concerned that if Lionel made it outside he’d got torn in half.
“BRUH NO!!!! DRIVE!!!!” Floyd still gripping his nike bag hopped into the passenger seat as Darius slammed his foot on the gas swerving out the parking lot and taking off from Liquid Paradise. In the rear view mirror he could see billows of smoke rising from part of the roof thanks to the flames Floyd had shot out. He looked into the passenger seat mirror to check on his skin which was back to it’s regular dark brown hue as he leaned back in the seat. He had just noticed he was now covered in sweat & breathing extremely heavily as if he’d just been running on a treadmill for 45 minutes right after football & basketball practice back to back.
It was time for another video, the vigilante thought to himself while counting some blood drenched money. This was unsanitary but it wasn’t as if he was going to dunk the bills in water to clean the spilled blood off of them. He couldn’t risk ruining these crisp bills he earned from the dusty hands of narcotics dealers. There was a time in his life when he supposed that roaming the streets with pockets and bags full of drugs to earn cash for his family was a honest living. It seemed so easy to justify when you were born on the wrong side of the street.
He decided to clean up an area In the corner and set up his camera. He made sure there was nothing incriminating in the back-drop before he positioned himself to start recoding. His consulting business was his bread & butter, that hadn’t changed, But becoming a YouTuber and building up his channel was starting to bring in the type of revenue he desired. Within a few moments he was up on the screen addressing his audience.
“Hello your tuning in for another episode of Major Mula with Jace.” He stared straight into the camera with a smile etched on his face as he completed an introduction his audience was familiar with. “Last episode were talking about some pretty neat stuff. As always I instruct people to take notes and figure out of the things we talk about what will be the easiest to apply to your own life. Business Credit is something you want & need to develop. Unlike personal credit, when utilizing the business version, you can attain far more funding with less limits. One of the reasons of course is it’s for an operation rather than a personal venture. An operation that consists in you deriving income form your customers, as a business you will experience heavier cash flow than a personal individual. Thus banks & financial institutions feel far more secure about loaning the money to you in the first place. After-all them giving you money to use as additional capital for your company is far likelier to end up back in their hands with interest.” Jace continued with this episode now in full swing.
It wasn’t long before he completed the actual episode. He’d dished out some heathy advice about further building your business credit, net 30/net terms, and business credit cards. After finishing the visual recording of the base material, he uploaded the rough draft of the footage to his laptop. From there he started, or rather continued by beginning to work on the editing aspect. He didn’t plan on lingering around at this safe house much longer, but he had something pertinent coming up. He wanted to conduct this next risky business at the safe house. He felt there wasn’t a place safer he could go or include so this was it. As the clock ticked he noticed the speedier flutter of his heart indicating he was starting to get a little nervous as thehe time was coming for his next meeting. Guess I’m gonna find out the truth any minute now, whether she plans on crossing me or not.
San Francisco, - Liquid Paradise - Floyd Banker
After a few beers Floyd had a taste for something else aside from Mexican alcohol. Seeing the new laws was concerting for him, enough so that he’d logged into twitter to poke around the app. He’d read tweets about the military setting up post around the country at places with heavy foot traffic. He read tweets about people complaining that the military was starting to stop them, ask to see their ID’s, and forcing them to submit to blood tests if they refused.
He’d already told Darius he wasn’t too concerned, and that the level of nervousness he had was the same amount as when he had an upcoming drug test whilst he was still on probation. While that comparison was somewhat accurate, the feeling of pending danger of being exposed was much greater. On one hand failing a probation drug test almost certainly meant jail time which was somewhat he dreaded with every fiber of his being. On the other hand being labeled an Altered human right the current political climate was worst then being inducted into the hall of Felons.
“Earth to Floyd my boy, It’s okay to be scared. Damn you ain’t gotta lie to me ha ha.” Darius finished as he took another swig from his beer. He was on his fifth one, unlike Floyd who’d stopped at his third. “So having powers ain’t the best thing in the world for once huh, sucks to suck.” Darius teased earning him a death glare from Floyd. Darius instantly felt some regret for joking about the situation knowing the consequences of the testing where dire. “Right that was too far man I admit it, I ain’t mean to come at you like that. It’s not funny, I know you hate being at cells. You remember that time you got locked up and you had my number, musta called me bout 13 times after you was done getting processed talk bout c’mon and hurry up with the gudda gudda before they transport my ass to gen pop.” Darius once again couldn’t help but poke fun at Floyd’s situation. Humor was the tool he relied on to dissolve tension in almost any situation, and he had the same dark humor towards impending danger for his own circumstances.
“Look man I get it this you, this what you do. But that Ain’t me okay, yeah I lied bruh I’m fucking scared. This ain’t no state shit or even fed charges, this is super federal. And don’t make no super trapper jokes either, like this shit real deal the out here going around setting up post testing folks. Imma have to really stay in the crib if I wanna avoid them, and that’s if they don’t have soldiers out knocking door to door looking for motherfuckers to see if they took this test.” Floyd finally confessed to his friend at the bar counter. In all reality he was shook by the circumstances developing around the nation, even with his innate ability to fade from sight. Sure he could move un-disturbed around all manner of goons and get away from the boys in blue with more ease than usual. But the United States Military, they pursued terrorists & war-lords across international borders. They defused & destroyed continent spanning drug cartels. He was confident in the edge his powers gave him with the cops, but not the full force of the military.
“I get it, I ain’t going this some shit, it’s like they dropping Jim Crow Laws on y’all.” Darius responsed as he downed the contents of another beer.
“Man yeah shit you shouldn’t even say y’all, you don’t think it’s convenient that only black people, well all minorities only getting power. You really think ain’t no white people getting powers, hell nah they just not reporting it. “ Floyd decided going into a bit of conspiracy mode refusing to believe the media that so far no white people had been reported with powers.
“Shit so you thinking they just using this to be able to come after all of us?”
“I mean shit hell yeah, why else they doing it like this. It’s just like drugs, as a whole we be doing less yet we be getting nabbed em with more. It’s probably the same thing with powers, they going after people they don’t trust that they scared of with powers. Like Forrester really pulling the martial law shit, because what a school got sank, yeah that’s bad but think about all the bad shit that’s been going down there since them first two crazy boys.” Floyd retorted once again feeling he was being singled out because of the color of his skin and no better reason.
“I mean I feel where the fuck you coming from, and Forrester is giving me real I’m superior vibes, but ain’t know way he planned this Energy Storm, all this shit you sound crazy, hella motherfuckers died, he’s going away forever if he did some like that.”
“Psshhhh I do’t think he can or it woulda only hit our neighborhoods. I think he’s just taking real damn good advantage of the situation though.” Floyd responded finally lighting back his weed as he stared at the television screen.
After enjoying there time a little bit more, they’d decided to get some dances. But there celebration and ignoring of the dark events in the world came to a sharp halt. A well dressed black man in suit had entered with two bigger gentlemen who looked like they were human tanks. Some people in the club quickly recognized the man with the slimmer built as Lionel Smith. A notorious dealer who’d been trying to claim territory all the way from Oakland to San Francisco. He already had a fierce reputation in the past, but word on the street was he gained a power that made him even more of a fierce menace than before.
His order was clear he wanted a piece of everyone’s piece that was getting a good pie. Refusal to comply was met with an up close & personal introduction to his newfound powers. At first Floyd hadn’t noticed Lionel’s entrance in the club but quickly groaned when he did. This the last thing I need right now, on top of Forrester’s bullshit “Aye what t do Mistah Smith.”
“Don’t misty smith me Banker, you know why the fuck I’m here. You boys come up here from Atlanta and think you can just run shit without checking in & paying dues.” Lionel retorted with venom in his mouth, Floyd could see the other two men behind him had semi automatic weapons at their hip. Their entrance into the club was made with an increase in tension, and although the music was still blaring the girls that were getting him & Darius lap dances had skedaddled not wanting to be in the middle of any confrontation with Lionel Smith.
Darius himself seemed a bit nervous, as if he had some indication of what gift the energy storm had imbued him. “Ah man look my mans here Floyd is high and a lil crazy all the time, you just gotta review the terms with him and I’m sure he ain’t looking for no trouble ain’t that right Floyd.” Darius asked nervously indicating that he thought Floyd should play ball and not start anything with Lionel especially in one of their favorite establishments.
“Man look I already told you, I ain’t paying shit nada nothing comprende commmmmprende.” Floyd said his poor attempt at espanol slower the second time as if Lionel was mentally slow. This caused one of his grunts to reach for his gun electing two yelps from two girls in the corner of the club, but Lionel stretched out his hand to stop him.
“Naw naw this guy’s a wise talker, guys like him need to meet the Metal Man, it’s the only way to get them to really understand that paying is NOT an option. You wanna meet the metal man Floyd since your firm on your position not to pay right?” Lionel asked getting up closer in Floyd’s personal space. Darius slowly stood up out his seat backing away. As one of the grunts reached for his shoulder Lionel waved him down. “Let him go unlike this punk he’s got respect, my beef is with him, no need to hurt pretty boy, he seems like he’s already pissing in his pants when he seen us walk over.”
“I mea I ain’t pissing in my pants, I’m just saying I don’t think anyone here wants to meet Metal Man.” Darius interjected weekly to no avail seeing that a confrontation was inevitably brewing at the counter.
“Oh tell Metal Man I said FUCK YOU” Floyd had lept out his seat landing a sneak punch on Lionel sending him stumbling backwards into a bar stool. The thug yelp as he slid into the bar stool colliding against the metallic chair and slamming his back into the counter wall.
“Oh you cheap ass bitch ass motherfucker, I was just finna teach you a lesson, maybe break a few fingers but now I’m finna crack yo back in half if not damn near kill you.” Lionel groaned getting up this time his grunts hadn’t reached for their weapons which shocked Floyd who was almost about to whip out his own firearm. Lionel cracked his knuckles together and laughed as his entire skin became coated in thick metallic metal.
“Oh…shit….that’s Metal Man.” Floyd said loosing a bit of is swagger & bravado at seeing his enemy’s power. [I] Ah shit I just talked shit & picked a fight with Colossus [/I\
Darius noticed Floyds facial expression at seeing Lionel’s elemental transition to a far more damaging form and face-palmed at his friend’s stupidity. He looked around to see if there was anything he could do but he had left his gun in the car and it didn’t look like a 9mm would do anything to Lionel in this state. “Damn it Floyd.”
“Oh so you ain’t got shit to say huh, well since we fighting let me return the fucking favor.” Lionel lunged forward grabbing Floyd and throwing him effortlessly. Floyd was flung backwards clutching his nike bag as he slammed into a drink machine groaning in pain as he collided with the metallic drink dispenser. Just as he was getting up Lionel continued his relentless assault picking up a bar stool and flinging it at Floyd. Upon connectiong with him it drew blood and smacked Floyd down onto the bar counter causing him to scream out curse words.
“OH come on bruh keep talking, why don’t you throw another one of those punches. Come on right here I won’t even dodge.” Lionel stopped to taunt Floyd pointing his metallic face at his cheek motioning for Floyd to hit him. Floyd finally got up slinging his bag around his neck as he looked up at Lionel furious. “Bruh you tore my fucking bag, man fuck this shit metal man or not I’m finna whoop yo ass.”
The two grunts that accompanied Lionel burst out into laughter, while others in the club figured that Floyd had suffered brain damage from the brutal beatdown Lionel had already started to deliver. As Lionel himself chuckled he rushed towards Floyd grabbing him and open palming him causing him to cough up blood as it sent him sprawling through th air and crashing into the glass counter. Floyd screamed out in pain struggling to get up as Lionel was marching towards him. “Right I’m finna show you why you going PAY if you still alive today.””
“F…Fuck…this.” Floyd muttered spitting some blood out his mouth as Lionel neared him. Right as Lionel went to throw a blow, this time a punch which if connected would surely shatter bones. Floyd’s own skin became encased in metallic coating allowing him to block Lionel’s punch and he delivered a powerful knee to his chest then lunged forward elbowing Lionel in the nose. As they were both metallic armored warriors the were even footing the elbow causing an audible crack to be heard from Lionel’s nose as he stumbled backwards.
“What the fuck!? You do what I do, the fuck. Ion even give a fuck that don’t hardly make us even I’m finna whoop yo ass.” Lionel looked up and noticed Floyd was nowhere to seen. He turned right and left looking around the club unable to spot him. “Where the fuck?”
“ARGH UGH” The sounds of his two grunts yelling in pain was heard as Floyd elbowed one in the back and kicked the other sending him sprawling into the counter. Both grunts were taken down with single blows, Floyd grabbed the gun from the first grunt whom he’d elbowed tossing it to Darius. “Go on get the fuck outta here I’ll meet you outside get the car going.”
“Y’all boys ain’t going no DAMN Where”! Lionel stomped down and began marching over to Darius only to get hit by a flung bar-stool. Lionel raised his hands to defend himself as Floyd threw four more bar-stools in a row allowing Darius to jet past him and out the front door. Enraged with the delay tactic Lionel charged Floyd who parlayed out the way and responded with a round house kick to Lionel’s back sending him crumbling into a door to the private dancer room. The sound of shattering glass was heard as he was captaluted through the door.
Yo this is fucking crazy I’m made of metal fuck that’s not what I meant to do, but I ain’t complaining That brief train of thought being surprised about his situation had allowed Lionel to finally retaliate running put o him punching him in the chest, then delivering a few more blows to his chest.
“Enough” Floyd kicked Lionel in the metal nuts, which seemed to have the same effect as without metal coating since they both had it. Lionel groaned in pain practically yelling as he stumbled back, Floyd caused his right hand to be enveloped in a blue flame and he unleashed a spray of flame at Lionel blasting him into the wall and spreading fire through the bar. The combination of the two metal men dusking it out and now the stream of fire being launched had caused a mini-stampede as passengers rushed out. “ GO TO HELL.” Floyd yelled out as the color of the flames changed to blue indicating a hotter flame as Floyd unleashed a second more potent column of flame on Cornell blasting him into the wall and setting the walls around him ablaze as well as the roof above him.
The sound of a horn honking was heard loudly outside, and Floyd noticed the last blast of blue fire had caused his metal coating to evaporate. “Shit” Taking this as his moment to escape he rushed out the front door pushing a stripper to the ground behind him. Ignoring her cries of pain from being pushed to the hard floor he burst out the front doors seeing Darius had pulled pu in hi sca. “LETS GO!!!!”
“You ain’t metal skin no more?”! Darius asked highly concerned that if Lionel made it outside he’d got torn in half.
“BRUH NO!!!! DRIVE!!!!” Floyd still gripping his nike bag hopped into the passenger seat as Darius slammed his foot on the gas swerving out the parking lot and taking off from Liquid Paradise. In the rear view mirror he could see billows of smoke rising from part of the roof thanks to the flames Floyd had shot out. He looked into the passenger seat mirror to check on his skin which was back to it’s regular dark brown hue as he leaned back in the seat. He had just noticed he was now covered in sweat & breathing extremely heavily as if he’d just been running on a treadmill for 45 minutes right after football & basketball practice back to back.
Castiel - Following Orders
A Vessel, from a devout man none the less who prayed for this. It felt weird to walk the earth again, something he had’t done in years. It was never something he’d ever questioned or even dared to question.
But now thanks to this new host, Jimmy Novak he was here again. He had promised the man that he would take care of his family in the trying times to come. That was one of the few stipulations Jimmy had requested when he agreed to angelic possession. The concept of which seemed foreign to him as popular media in this world made it seem that control of a human being was something limited to demons & other evil forces.
Now that the angel was up to date with the intricacies of human media & television. No he didn’t get CNN, Fox, AMC or any other channels in the holy realm he came from. He was standing out in a park allowing the breeze to brush against his face and push the strands of his newly acquired hair. Then he went to adjust the trench coat that now sat on his shoulders, before looking on at some children playing.
“Just look at them, there barbaric honestly. Those little things have no idea of the world that exists around them. Of the truth of existence itself, they have no concern for the great battle ahead. Perhaps in some ways I can understand why he fell, when asked to bow down to them, to recognize them as the supreme.” A black man in a dark black suit who appeared to the angel’s left spoke, the angel’s name was Uriel. “What do you think Castiel?”
“I think nothing of it except that I am here, we are here to follow our mission. The war that’s brewing is one that was foreseen eons ago. As angels of the Lord there are things we do not understand, but perhaps we were not made to understand those things. We must defeat the enemy to preserve this world, and all the beauty of it. I see you have managed to obtain a host so that you may interact with this world the same as me.”
“Of course, as you said there are some of them who strangely enough pray for this, but you as said we are soldiers, not philosophers.” Uriel said in response to Castiel still gazing at the kids playing at the park. As the two soldiers of Heaven spoke both were currently invisible to the naked human eye.
“That is correct, and right now I must move forward with my mission. Earlier I mistakenly tried to interact with “him” in my native form figuring he’d be one of the few who could perceive and hear my true visage without pain but I was wrong. None the less enough time has been wasted, as we speak the seals are being broken, I must find Dean Winchester.” Castiel spoke matter of factly, the fluttering of wings could be heard while behind him the dark shadowy imprints of his wings could be seen.
A Vessel, from a devout man none the less who prayed for this. It felt weird to walk the earth again, something he had’t done in years. It was never something he’d ever questioned or even dared to question.
But now thanks to this new host, Jimmy Novak he was here again. He had promised the man that he would take care of his family in the trying times to come. That was one of the few stipulations Jimmy had requested when he agreed to angelic possession. The concept of which seemed foreign to him as popular media in this world made it seem that control of a human being was something limited to demons & other evil forces.
Now that the angel was up to date with the intricacies of human media & television. No he didn’t get CNN, Fox, AMC or any other channels in the holy realm he came from. He was standing out in a park allowing the breeze to brush against his face and push the strands of his newly acquired hair. Then he went to adjust the trench coat that now sat on his shoulders, before looking on at some children playing.
“Just look at them, there barbaric honestly. Those little things have no idea of the world that exists around them. Of the truth of existence itself, they have no concern for the great battle ahead. Perhaps in some ways I can understand why he fell, when asked to bow down to them, to recognize them as the supreme.” A black man in a dark black suit who appeared to the angel’s left spoke, the angel’s name was Uriel. “What do you think Castiel?”
“I think nothing of it except that I am here, we are here to follow our mission. The war that’s brewing is one that was foreseen eons ago. As angels of the Lord there are things we do not understand, but perhaps we were not made to understand those things. We must defeat the enemy to preserve this world, and all the beauty of it. I see you have managed to obtain a host so that you may interact with this world the same as me.”
“Of course, as you said there are some of them who strangely enough pray for this, but you as said we are soldiers, not philosophers.” Uriel said in response to Castiel still gazing at the kids playing at the park. As the two soldiers of Heaven spoke both were currently invisible to the naked human eye.
“That is correct, and right now I must move forward with my mission. Earlier I mistakenly tried to interact with “him” in my native form figuring he’d be one of the few who could perceive and hear my true visage without pain but I was wrong. None the less enough time has been wasted, as we speak the seals are being broken, I must find Dean Winchester.” Castiel spoke matter of factly, the fluttering of wings could be heard while behind him the dark shadowy imprints of his wings could be seen.
@Everyone in the RP
Please remember to include substance in your posts. By that I just mean make sure the posts aren't too short and have enough description within them so that other players can respond with posts that are also of equal length.
I myself have only posted once, but I just noticed that a few of the posts seem a little short. But I also want to say that this RP seems to be moving fairly quickly which is a good thing, it's great to have active posters! And that this by no means I haven't been thoroughly enjoying everyone's posts & contributions to the RP so far! :) All I meant is we NEED posts with more then just dialogue make sure to describe everything going on around them in the posts. :) Thanks in advance, I know everyone here is capable!
Please remember to include substance in your posts. By that I just mean make sure the posts aren't too short and have enough description within them so that other players can respond with posts that are also of equal length.
I myself have only posted once, but I just noticed that a few of the posts seem a little short. But I also want to say that this RP seems to be moving fairly quickly which is a good thing, it's great to have active posters! And that this by no means I haven't been thoroughly enjoying everyone's posts & contributions to the RP so far! :) All I meant is we NEED posts with more then just dialogue make sure to describe everything going on around them in the posts. :) Thanks in advance, I know everyone here is capable!
Name: Josiah Mezunun
Species: Human, Blessed
Age: 22
Appearance:
Relation to characters: Against the Winchesters when it comes to them versus Heaven & the angels. Aside from such instances he tends to side with the angels, as he believes in working for the "greater good".
Personality: Josiah is a workaholic, when engaged with any task he puts all his effort into it. He's unwavering when it comes to following his moral code, and does not tend to associate with those who conflict with his values. The only exception to that rule is if said person is useful and circumstances are dire. He has an intense dislike for monsters & other things related to the supernatural deeming them to be unrepentant evil for the most part. He has developed a dark sense of humor that many understand as well as substance issues to cope with the reality of his lifestyle & mission. He's devoted to his family and any other people he loves willing to go the literal ends of the earth for them if needed. On a more negative note he can sometimes be impatient, brash & stubborn on top of a tendency to hold grudges.
Bio: Josiah was born & raised in a loving family in America. His father was a succesful businessman & his mother was a realtor. He was the eldest of his three siblings, having a younger brother & sister. He was raised to be the role-model to his younger siblings & took that role with pride. At a young age he stumbled upon something he had no business looking into & learned more about his father's business. He learned that his father had a hidden organization that generated great money obtaining & flipping supernatural artifacts. What's more he learned about his parents past as hunters fighting the good fight against the things that crept in the dark & how he leveraged his secrete organization to still provide aid to hunters around America & sometimes other places in the world.
It was through this that he learned of his destiny & of special abilities that ran in his bloodline. Although his mother was against it he wanted to learn more of the gifts that his family had and of the supernatural aspects of their business. Eventually she gave in and his father trained him in the ways of the hunter while also providing him education about the world of the supernatural. During his teenage years a massive demonic attack was launched on his home-town, and his training came into use. His father was slayed during the concentrated demonic attack, as well as the rest of his extended family. He managed to escape with his mother Tasha & younger sister Sonya who had been unaware of her family's extracurricular activities. They moved on to the big city life where his mother was determined to preserve the remnants of her family in LA & was staunchly against any more provoked supernatural interactions not wanting to loose what she had left of them.
Josiah understand his mother's pain, but still went on to educate & train his sister the same way his late-father once had. He wanted her to be aware of the family legacy as he still took pride in it, and figured that the evil attack on the town was related to his family's being there as well as the unique blessing that had passed through his people since biblical times. Upon graduating high school he went on to attend college in Miami, Florida. There he became immersed in the stereotypical lifestyle, and abandoned his devotion that his father had instilled in him as a youth. He grew accustomed to a new lifestyle of alcohol, drugs, sex & partying. Eventually his past caught up with him when he inadvertently got involved with a case upon uncovering a demonic sorority on campus. Pulling himself from his narcotic induced stupor he relied on his old training & managed to purge the campus of the demonic infestation. Seeing the positive impact he was able to have saving lives, he realized that he still had a yearning to do good things in the world like his father once had. He took note of the rising demonic activity in the world and grew concerned. He abandoned his courses to delve into the realm of the supernatural once more.
It was during this tenure of time that he grew to learn of the danger the world was now facing. He eventually made contact with his guardian angel who informed him the trials the earth was undergoing with demons seeking to shatter the seals that held the Devil to let him walk the earth once more. Recognizing the grave danger the world was in, the guardian allowed him to participate in some tests to unlock the power that flowed through his blood. Managing to pass all the tests and gain said power, he was then taught about both its origins & how to use it. Unfortunately demons hunting him down to prevent this from happening working with what he assumed was a rogue angel managed to spring a trap. His guardian was slayed, and Josiah barely managed to escape with his life. He sought to contact his family only to learn in horror that his mother had been kidnapped by demons. Fueled with rage and a desire to vengeance he was once again ready to fight the evils of the world. He sought out his sister Sonya, & together they got there father's business running again both the legitimate & the under the table supernatural one. Now working with her he's traveling around hunting monsters & demons hoping against all odds to be able to track down his mother & help put an end to the serpent's return.
Weapons: He has a silver machete, silver brass knuckles as well as two twin glocks that he frequently uses. Other tools in his arsenal include a sawed off shotgun that disperses salt rounds, a silver knife, an RPG, a sharpened iron rod, & a few other small weapons.
Inherited the blessing of the judges, allowing him to draw strength & durabiliy from his hair. He also wields the HoG which causes his arm to glow blue when in use allowing him supernatural negation. Drawing on this power can cause him strain with more powerful targets & more frequent uses.
Species: Human, Blessed
Age: 22
Appearance:
Relation to characters: Against the Winchesters when it comes to them versus Heaven & the angels. Aside from such instances he tends to side with the angels, as he believes in working for the "greater good".
Personality: Josiah is a workaholic, when engaged with any task he puts all his effort into it. He's unwavering when it comes to following his moral code, and does not tend to associate with those who conflict with his values. The only exception to that rule is if said person is useful and circumstances are dire. He has an intense dislike for monsters & other things related to the supernatural deeming them to be unrepentant evil for the most part. He has developed a dark sense of humor that many understand as well as substance issues to cope with the reality of his lifestyle & mission. He's devoted to his family and any other people he loves willing to go the literal ends of the earth for them if needed. On a more negative note he can sometimes be impatient, brash & stubborn on top of a tendency to hold grudges.
Bio: Josiah was born & raised in a loving family in America. His father was a succesful businessman & his mother was a realtor. He was the eldest of his three siblings, having a younger brother & sister. He was raised to be the role-model to his younger siblings & took that role with pride. At a young age he stumbled upon something he had no business looking into & learned more about his father's business. He learned that his father had a hidden organization that generated great money obtaining & flipping supernatural artifacts. What's more he learned about his parents past as hunters fighting the good fight against the things that crept in the dark & how he leveraged his secrete organization to still provide aid to hunters around America & sometimes other places in the world.
It was through this that he learned of his destiny & of special abilities that ran in his bloodline. Although his mother was against it he wanted to learn more of the gifts that his family had and of the supernatural aspects of their business. Eventually she gave in and his father trained him in the ways of the hunter while also providing him education about the world of the supernatural. During his teenage years a massive demonic attack was launched on his home-town, and his training came into use. His father was slayed during the concentrated demonic attack, as well as the rest of his extended family. He managed to escape with his mother Tasha & younger sister Sonya who had been unaware of her family's extracurricular activities. They moved on to the big city life where his mother was determined to preserve the remnants of her family in LA & was staunchly against any more provoked supernatural interactions not wanting to loose what she had left of them.
Josiah understand his mother's pain, but still went on to educate & train his sister the same way his late-father once had. He wanted her to be aware of the family legacy as he still took pride in it, and figured that the evil attack on the town was related to his family's being there as well as the unique blessing that had passed through his people since biblical times. Upon graduating high school he went on to attend college in Miami, Florida. There he became immersed in the stereotypical lifestyle, and abandoned his devotion that his father had instilled in him as a youth. He grew accustomed to a new lifestyle of alcohol, drugs, sex & partying. Eventually his past caught up with him when he inadvertently got involved with a case upon uncovering a demonic sorority on campus. Pulling himself from his narcotic induced stupor he relied on his old training & managed to purge the campus of the demonic infestation. Seeing the positive impact he was able to have saving lives, he realized that he still had a yearning to do good things in the world like his father once had. He took note of the rising demonic activity in the world and grew concerned. He abandoned his courses to delve into the realm of the supernatural once more.
It was during this tenure of time that he grew to learn of the danger the world was now facing. He eventually made contact with his guardian angel who informed him the trials the earth was undergoing with demons seeking to shatter the seals that held the Devil to let him walk the earth once more. Recognizing the grave danger the world was in, the guardian allowed him to participate in some tests to unlock the power that flowed through his blood. Managing to pass all the tests and gain said power, he was then taught about both its origins & how to use it. Unfortunately demons hunting him down to prevent this from happening working with what he assumed was a rogue angel managed to spring a trap. His guardian was slayed, and Josiah barely managed to escape with his life. He sought to contact his family only to learn in horror that his mother had been kidnapped by demons. Fueled with rage and a desire to vengeance he was once again ready to fight the evils of the world. He sought out his sister Sonya, & together they got there father's business running again both the legitimate & the under the table supernatural one. Now working with her he's traveling around hunting monsters & demons hoping against all odds to be able to track down his mother & help put an end to the serpent's return.
Weapons: He has a silver machete, silver brass knuckles as well as two twin glocks that he frequently uses. Other tools in his arsenal include a sawed off shotgun that disperses salt rounds, a silver knife, an RPG, a sharpened iron rod, & a few other small weapons.
Inherited the blessing of the judges, allowing him to draw strength & durabiliy from his hair. He also wields the HoG which causes his arm to glow blue when in use allowing him supernatural negation. Drawing on this power can cause him strain with more powerful targets & more frequent uses.
San Francisco, California - Jason Korvil - Cafe
Those things are monsters, they can’t be around the rest of us. I have kids how can people feel safe with them walking around and the worst type of people have gotten powers now.
Thoughts from an older white lady walking inside a nearby grocery store. Jason sat down at a table at a cafe watching videos on his laptop. This had become one of his favorite past-times since the manifestation of his abilities. Sitting outside at random cafe’s, enjoying a nice strong caffeinated brew & surfing the thoughts of random passerby’s.
People were filled with all sorts of thoughts he’d found out. This the psych major’s ultimate dream, being able to truly analyze people. It had served him well with his private practice allowing him to flourish the past two months. He’d even done some cold calls, catching some disturbing or risky thoughts from people that he talked into coming to the clinic. Between his practice & the evening support groups he’d started for Altered Humans he was feeling as though he put his powers to good use.
At least for regular old Jason, but not Justice. Justice had different ideas about how to use their powers. Justice was like a brother to Jason, the older brother he never had. Being the eldest sibling he was expected to be the example. Sometimes the pressure of that was too much, and finally the facade of strength cracked when his father was sentenced. From that moment in the darkest nether regions of his mind, the crevice of his subconscious his desire to be coddled and have someone to look up to expanded. His innate yearning to have someone else be the role model and him simply following their lead. Thus Justice was born, a fragment of his personality who’d grew up to lessen that burden on poor Jason.
“Jason you need to rest, let me take over for now. We’re sitting out here watching people like birds, I don’t want to hear them chirp anymore. There so predictable it’s almost funny. The ones you expect to be the judgmental pricks are, the ones who are suffering have this victim mentality about the whole thing that won’t go away because of this trauma or that trauma,” Justice spoke from within the confines of Jason’s mind, the alternate personality having a conversation with the primary one that was Jason.
“I do understand, perhaps I do need to rest. I mean you heard the President’s announcement, the blood tests are starting soon they will do horrible horrible things to us. Jason replied to his other self. As he said that he looked up to notice a convoy of armored vehicles pulling up to a wax-mart.
It didn’t take but a few minutes for the military to began setting up shop in-front of the grocery store. Soon he was able to see why, the exact reason the soldiers were planting themselves in-front of the super-center. Some medical professionals had accompanied them, they were setting up a blood testing center. Jason whipped out his phone going clicking into the twitter app. Searching about the blood tests and altering his settings to only show things from nearby his eyes widened. At other nearby places with large amounts of foot traffic including popularly frequented fast food restaurants & gas stations the same things were happening.
“The National Guard’s been deployed! This is nuts, there gonna find those freaks and drag them out of the corner there hiding in.” One man in his early 20’s spoke, he appeared to be speaking with a friend of similar age. The two youths were emerging from a game-stop that was next to the cafe Jason was sitting at.
“Yeah I hope they get em formal, the las thing we need is super powered black people. They commit enough crimes as it is.” The second man said the two friends laughing with each other. Jason’s teeth grinned and he rubbed his scalp to ease the anger that was rising in him. He despised people like them so callous in their hatred. As the two men hopped in their vehicle getting ready home to play the new games they’d obtained from the store.
“Justice…will be served.” Jason watched as the youths pulled out of their parking space into the main road. Jason turned his head in every which way seeing an SUV was speeding down the street and using his powers he used an invisible force that caused the SUV to spin out of control zooming until it crashed into the youths. A loud BOOM being heard as the two video’s collided, glass shattering, and the screaming of the youths as well as the SUV driver a middle aged white mom who’d been blasting country music while driving blowing her horn at everyone else who was trying to take their time on the road. Two sets of people who were both just a drain on society in Jason’s opinion from the brief observation of them out among everyone else. Using his ability to cause a violent collision between them was something that brought a smile to his face. Or rather Justice, the representation of everything Jason wanted to have protect him was in control. People around the area where whipping out their phones some to call 911, others to take pictures & record video of what just transpired. Jason stood up from the cafe and walked over to the trash to discard the near empty coffee cup. The age of loud mouthed oppressive bullies was over, thanks to the energy storm the world dynamic was changing. The oppressed shall rise up and become the oppressors, and finally thanks to these powers the meek shall inherit the earth.
San Francisco California - Floyd Banker - Drinks on Us
Floyd had parted ways with Rita after some bomb sex, delicious Mexican food & a couple backwoods. He enjoyed being around her for sure, she was fiery. He liked that personality in a woman, although some weren’t fans of the combative chicks he liked to go to war with his girl.
It made sense that the energy plague had turned her into a literal human flame-thrower then. Perhaps powers were a reflection of people’s personality traits, then again how could genetics care about your feelings? In the end what did Floyd know, more peculiar thoughts floating through his skull from over-consumption of marijuana. He decided to take his mind off things and accept Darius’ invitation to go out for some drinks. After all his pockets were more flush then usual thanks to getting his drugs through Rita.
It was a bit of a comfortability stretch to initiate doing business with the cartels. But he felt with superhuman powers at his disposal it couldn’t go wrong. Or at least not as wrong as it could without them. He strolled through the streets whistling just like any other guy, the only difference was he was currently invisible. As he strolled down the side-walk he noticed a girl he had an intense dislike of. Brianna, while he was out here he decided to make the most of his time and get enrolled in classes. Sure he already had a semi succesful business, a media & marketing firm Paradise Productions but he wanted something more. He wanted the validation that came with a piece of paper saying he really was intelligent. Why limit his options to any one thing, he wasn’t that type of guy. Who knew what the future held, and with a lengthy arrest record from his past he wanted to develop as many skills as possible that he could convert it into equitable skills.
“Girl you won’t believe it. But he put..it down! I’m telling you! And he drives a hellcat, this negro getting some bread fat-real he not one of them broke boys like you be talking too.” Brianna was being loud & obnoxious as usual whilst on the phone talking to one of her friends. Trading stories about the men they lured into their bed-rooms to pump dry of any & all financial assets. That behavior made Floyd’s blood boil, he grew tired of hearing women spouting this nonsense more and more since City Girl’s rise in popularity.
Suddenly a thought popped into Floyd’s mind an immature one at that but he couldn’t resist. He approached the female he had such disdain for making sure not to bump into anyone else on the side-walk considering he was unseen. As he neared closer to her he stuck his foot out causing her to trip.
“Guh AHH!! Brianna yelped from loosing her balance and fell face forward into the sidewalk. She cried out as she planted her face into the sidewalk screaming out. Some dude nearby who’d seen her fall rushed over to her while Floyd inched away from the scene holding back intense laughter. As he walked away he saw blood oozing from Brianna’s forehead showing that she’d really hurt herself with that fall.
“Stupid bitch.” Floyd muttered to himself as he turned a corner & finally was able to laugh aloud about the situation. Not wanting to be outed as the invisible bitch tripper he slipped into a dark ally where he reversed the effects of his power becoming part of the visible spectrum again. “Shit I thought I was feeling like Ghost when I got my first duffel bag full of cocaine, but this takes the cake.”
Floyd amused himself with his own inside jokes about Power, even though he was only speaking to himself. He took out his phone to look at how far he was walking distance from “Liquid Paradise” the bar he was meeting Darius at. He’d much rather have went to china town himself as he found a pretty nice bar run by a Vietnamese guy down there. Not to mention the had specials on drinks tonight and he’d seen some gorgeous asian women over there last time he went. The fact that he was extra sauced up on Hennessy could have played a role on how many pretty women he saw there as beer goggles often did but he was willing to trust that his intoxicated brain didn’t bump the women up too many points on the attractive scale.
It wasn’t long before he’d made it to the outside of the establishment. “Took ya long enough negro, the hell was you doing taking the scenic route? And where the hell is yo car, don’t tell me that shit got repossessed I new you ain’t owned that BMW. Yo ass was capping bout being up huh.”
Floyd turned to see the very friend he’d come over here to meet up with. Darius, who was a little older than him. Well maybe more then a little Darius was in his early, very early 30’s as he liked to say. He was very light skinned, had an impressive muscular build, and was sporting a white wife beater and some sweats. Not exactly the preferred garb at bars but at a whopping 240 pounds all muscle not many people wanted to address or correct Darius in public unless he was really making an ass of himself. Floyd was glad he was on the big guy’s side walking up and dapping up his friend. “Nah bruh my car just fine, I was fucking with Rita, and pussy so good I just started walking and shit like I got extra energy now. I forgot I even had a car.”
“Oh I see what happened yo ass took a uber to her spot, got too fucking high, and just walked from there.” Darius asked as they began approaching the entrance to Liquid Paradise.
“No bruh I got that shit on me, and I’m finna make a play. No need driving with this shit if I don’t got to, there aye bruh come over here.” Floyd waved down a hispanic man who was smoking a marblo red like it was his last. The man hurried over to Floyd and Darius, the trio walking into the parking lot ducking behind a parked SUV. Floyd reached in his nike duffel bag taking out a large bag of powder cocaine handing it to the man in exchange for a stack of blue bills.
“Ah ease I see you later, I go now, pleasure do business Floyd I.” A hand shot out from Darius grabbing the hispanic man’s shoulder causing him to freeze & tense up. “Aye what’s the big idea.”
“Calm down “Ese” let me count the money first shit you act ike everybody got 13 racks, predicate you looking out Darius,.” Floyd said thanking his friend from grabbing speedy Gonzalez to prevent him from speeding off before he counted all the proceeds from his drug sale. After a few seconds he confirmed he had all 13 K and Darius released the customer who left off a few choice words that let him know he wasn’t happy about the supposed “lack of trust between established professionals.”
It wasn’t until a few moments later they were both situated in the bar, Floyd producing a pre rolled Dank-Woods. Sparking up the flower, wax and kief infused cigar he took only three puffs before he started coughing profusely. “Shit gah damn this that strong ass shit forreal.” Floyd said between strained breaths passing the premium cannabis cigar to his buddy.
“I’d hope so, I’ve seen these motherfuckers around in the store, these joints going for $50 to $60 a pop and that’s out here in Cali. Can you imagine back in Atlanta shits prolly be $100 for a blunt, I mean I’m good I’ve got iron lungs and I ain’t smoked all day some of us have real jobs so we can’t just blow down kush all day.” Darius teased Floyd although there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. He had a good job as an engineer but he did find it unfair that Floyd made his monthly income in a day just selling cocaine alone. Not to mention the other drugs he sold on top of his legitimate business.
“Hey look man if you wanna work with me, ball out you always welcome. You know I’m getting money 10 different ways fa-shitsho.” Floyd announced with pride as a busty waitress in some thick fitting clothing came out producing their drinks and a plate of wings Floyd had ordered. Floyd slid her a $20 dollar bill propping it in-between her breasts as Darius grabbed a drumstick off the plate biting down into it passing the weed back to Floyd.
“Damn hold on there big fella, how you know this 20 piece wasn’t for me? I said drinks on me, I ain’t say wings.” Floyd protested as Darius continued to eat un-perturbed by his friends insane greediness.
“Bruh shut the fuck up I will knock yo ass out in the middle of the bar, and walk away with the duffel bag, damn don’t be a fucking crab. Like you got cartel bitches, a whole real business & fucking super powers, and you don’t wanna share wings? And I’m always looking out?” Darius said now sounding a little upset forreal causing Floyd to feel some guilt.
“Right right ighh you gotta point, shit It ain’t really going do nun to my funds. Ayo waitress, uhh Wass ya name Letucia yea lemme get another ten piece, make that teriyaki and throw in another order of fries, shit matter fact might as well get us another round of coronas two while you at it, multi-tasking is the shit right now.” Floyd said spitting off orders to the waitress whilst digging into the food himself in between hits. As it seemed he was having the perfect time out with his friends after spending some time with his girl he noticed something on the TV.
Nothing more about Project KIVA or operation KIVA whichever it was called, but something that affected him all the same none the less. Potentially more so as this was about the President’s announcement. He looked up at the television which was turned to Fox News reporting about President Forrester’s emergency enhanced act. “Awh man you gotta be kidding me you see this bullshit.” Floyd said in protest causing Darius to look up at & glance at the television screen.
The jolly brown giant’s eyes scrunched seeing what his friend was looking at. The bar had the subtitles turned on for anyone interested in keeping up with the news since loud hip hop music was blaring in the back-ground. Knowing that his own friend greedy and all was endangered by these new laws being announced was concerting to him. “You ain’t lied this guy some bullshit, it’s like he’s the republicans revenge for us finally having a black president. And Obama barely even helped us.” Darius stated taking another wing off the plate and biting down.
“Yeah well I wish we could go back to barely helped then this guy and his bullshit make America safe again. You know every time he be saying that I just be wondering what the fuck is he talking about? Jim Crow laws really ain’t even end until the middle of the 60’s, so when he’s talking about safe again he can’t be talking about for us and defiantly not Altered humans, so who exactly is he making the country safe again for? Hmm Yeah exactly racist ass motherfucker. Type of shit he saying makes someone with powers really think about going along with that fuck shit Reaper be saying.” Floyd stared at the screen with the same attention & intensity he had when he noticed the announcement from CyberCorp about KIVA earlier today. At this rate he was going to take an extended break from viewing the news, every time he managed to catch a report recently it was negative & causing him to feel more and more uneasy about what was coming next.
Those things are monsters, they can’t be around the rest of us. I have kids how can people feel safe with them walking around and the worst type of people have gotten powers now.
Thoughts from an older white lady walking inside a nearby grocery store. Jason sat down at a table at a cafe watching videos on his laptop. This had become one of his favorite past-times since the manifestation of his abilities. Sitting outside at random cafe’s, enjoying a nice strong caffeinated brew & surfing the thoughts of random passerby’s.
People were filled with all sorts of thoughts he’d found out. This the psych major’s ultimate dream, being able to truly analyze people. It had served him well with his private practice allowing him to flourish the past two months. He’d even done some cold calls, catching some disturbing or risky thoughts from people that he talked into coming to the clinic. Between his practice & the evening support groups he’d started for Altered Humans he was feeling as though he put his powers to good use.
At least for regular old Jason, but not Justice. Justice had different ideas about how to use their powers. Justice was like a brother to Jason, the older brother he never had. Being the eldest sibling he was expected to be the example. Sometimes the pressure of that was too much, and finally the facade of strength cracked when his father was sentenced. From that moment in the darkest nether regions of his mind, the crevice of his subconscious his desire to be coddled and have someone to look up to expanded. His innate yearning to have someone else be the role model and him simply following their lead. Thus Justice was born, a fragment of his personality who’d grew up to lessen that burden on poor Jason.
“Jason you need to rest, let me take over for now. We’re sitting out here watching people like birds, I don’t want to hear them chirp anymore. There so predictable it’s almost funny. The ones you expect to be the judgmental pricks are, the ones who are suffering have this victim mentality about the whole thing that won’t go away because of this trauma or that trauma,” Justice spoke from within the confines of Jason’s mind, the alternate personality having a conversation with the primary one that was Jason.
“I do understand, perhaps I do need to rest. I mean you heard the President’s announcement, the blood tests are starting soon they will do horrible horrible things to us. Jason replied to his other self. As he said that he looked up to notice a convoy of armored vehicles pulling up to a wax-mart.
It didn’t take but a few minutes for the military to began setting up shop in-front of the grocery store. Soon he was able to see why, the exact reason the soldiers were planting themselves in-front of the super-center. Some medical professionals had accompanied them, they were setting up a blood testing center. Jason whipped out his phone going clicking into the twitter app. Searching about the blood tests and altering his settings to only show things from nearby his eyes widened. At other nearby places with large amounts of foot traffic including popularly frequented fast food restaurants & gas stations the same things were happening.
“The National Guard’s been deployed! This is nuts, there gonna find those freaks and drag them out of the corner there hiding in.” One man in his early 20’s spoke, he appeared to be speaking with a friend of similar age. The two youths were emerging from a game-stop that was next to the cafe Jason was sitting at.
“Yeah I hope they get em formal, the las thing we need is super powered black people. They commit enough crimes as it is.” The second man said the two friends laughing with each other. Jason’s teeth grinned and he rubbed his scalp to ease the anger that was rising in him. He despised people like them so callous in their hatred. As the two men hopped in their vehicle getting ready home to play the new games they’d obtained from the store.
“Justice…will be served.” Jason watched as the youths pulled out of their parking space into the main road. Jason turned his head in every which way seeing an SUV was speeding down the street and using his powers he used an invisible force that caused the SUV to spin out of control zooming until it crashed into the youths. A loud BOOM being heard as the two video’s collided, glass shattering, and the screaming of the youths as well as the SUV driver a middle aged white mom who’d been blasting country music while driving blowing her horn at everyone else who was trying to take their time on the road. Two sets of people who were both just a drain on society in Jason’s opinion from the brief observation of them out among everyone else. Using his ability to cause a violent collision between them was something that brought a smile to his face. Or rather Justice, the representation of everything Jason wanted to have protect him was in control. People around the area where whipping out their phones some to call 911, others to take pictures & record video of what just transpired. Jason stood up from the cafe and walked over to the trash to discard the near empty coffee cup. The age of loud mouthed oppressive bullies was over, thanks to the energy storm the world dynamic was changing. The oppressed shall rise up and become the oppressors, and finally thanks to these powers the meek shall inherit the earth.
San Francisco California - Floyd Banker - Drinks on Us
Floyd had parted ways with Rita after some bomb sex, delicious Mexican food & a couple backwoods. He enjoyed being around her for sure, she was fiery. He liked that personality in a woman, although some weren’t fans of the combative chicks he liked to go to war with his girl.
It made sense that the energy plague had turned her into a literal human flame-thrower then. Perhaps powers were a reflection of people’s personality traits, then again how could genetics care about your feelings? In the end what did Floyd know, more peculiar thoughts floating through his skull from over-consumption of marijuana. He decided to take his mind off things and accept Darius’ invitation to go out for some drinks. After all his pockets were more flush then usual thanks to getting his drugs through Rita.
It was a bit of a comfortability stretch to initiate doing business with the cartels. But he felt with superhuman powers at his disposal it couldn’t go wrong. Or at least not as wrong as it could without them. He strolled through the streets whistling just like any other guy, the only difference was he was currently invisible. As he strolled down the side-walk he noticed a girl he had an intense dislike of. Brianna, while he was out here he decided to make the most of his time and get enrolled in classes. Sure he already had a semi succesful business, a media & marketing firm Paradise Productions but he wanted something more. He wanted the validation that came with a piece of paper saying he really was intelligent. Why limit his options to any one thing, he wasn’t that type of guy. Who knew what the future held, and with a lengthy arrest record from his past he wanted to develop as many skills as possible that he could convert it into equitable skills.
“Girl you won’t believe it. But he put..it down! I’m telling you! And he drives a hellcat, this negro getting some bread fat-real he not one of them broke boys like you be talking too.” Brianna was being loud & obnoxious as usual whilst on the phone talking to one of her friends. Trading stories about the men they lured into their bed-rooms to pump dry of any & all financial assets. That behavior made Floyd’s blood boil, he grew tired of hearing women spouting this nonsense more and more since City Girl’s rise in popularity.
Suddenly a thought popped into Floyd’s mind an immature one at that but he couldn’t resist. He approached the female he had such disdain for making sure not to bump into anyone else on the side-walk considering he was unseen. As he neared closer to her he stuck his foot out causing her to trip.
“Guh AHH!! Brianna yelped from loosing her balance and fell face forward into the sidewalk. She cried out as she planted her face into the sidewalk screaming out. Some dude nearby who’d seen her fall rushed over to her while Floyd inched away from the scene holding back intense laughter. As he walked away he saw blood oozing from Brianna’s forehead showing that she’d really hurt herself with that fall.
“Stupid bitch.” Floyd muttered to himself as he turned a corner & finally was able to laugh aloud about the situation. Not wanting to be outed as the invisible bitch tripper he slipped into a dark ally where he reversed the effects of his power becoming part of the visible spectrum again. “Shit I thought I was feeling like Ghost when I got my first duffel bag full of cocaine, but this takes the cake.”
Floyd amused himself with his own inside jokes about Power, even though he was only speaking to himself. He took out his phone to look at how far he was walking distance from “Liquid Paradise” the bar he was meeting Darius at. He’d much rather have went to china town himself as he found a pretty nice bar run by a Vietnamese guy down there. Not to mention the had specials on drinks tonight and he’d seen some gorgeous asian women over there last time he went. The fact that he was extra sauced up on Hennessy could have played a role on how many pretty women he saw there as beer goggles often did but he was willing to trust that his intoxicated brain didn’t bump the women up too many points on the attractive scale.
It wasn’t long before he’d made it to the outside of the establishment. “Took ya long enough negro, the hell was you doing taking the scenic route? And where the hell is yo car, don’t tell me that shit got repossessed I new you ain’t owned that BMW. Yo ass was capping bout being up huh.”
Floyd turned to see the very friend he’d come over here to meet up with. Darius, who was a little older than him. Well maybe more then a little Darius was in his early, very early 30’s as he liked to say. He was very light skinned, had an impressive muscular build, and was sporting a white wife beater and some sweats. Not exactly the preferred garb at bars but at a whopping 240 pounds all muscle not many people wanted to address or correct Darius in public unless he was really making an ass of himself. Floyd was glad he was on the big guy’s side walking up and dapping up his friend. “Nah bruh my car just fine, I was fucking with Rita, and pussy so good I just started walking and shit like I got extra energy now. I forgot I even had a car.”
“Oh I see what happened yo ass took a uber to her spot, got too fucking high, and just walked from there.” Darius asked as they began approaching the entrance to Liquid Paradise.
“No bruh I got that shit on me, and I’m finna make a play. No need driving with this shit if I don’t got to, there aye bruh come over here.” Floyd waved down a hispanic man who was smoking a marblo red like it was his last. The man hurried over to Floyd and Darius, the trio walking into the parking lot ducking behind a parked SUV. Floyd reached in his nike duffel bag taking out a large bag of powder cocaine handing it to the man in exchange for a stack of blue bills.
“Ah ease I see you later, I go now, pleasure do business Floyd I.” A hand shot out from Darius grabbing the hispanic man’s shoulder causing him to freeze & tense up. “Aye what’s the big idea.”
“Calm down “Ese” let me count the money first shit you act ike everybody got 13 racks, predicate you looking out Darius,.” Floyd said thanking his friend from grabbing speedy Gonzalez to prevent him from speeding off before he counted all the proceeds from his drug sale. After a few seconds he confirmed he had all 13 K and Darius released the customer who left off a few choice words that let him know he wasn’t happy about the supposed “lack of trust between established professionals.”
It wasn’t until a few moments later they were both situated in the bar, Floyd producing a pre rolled Dank-Woods. Sparking up the flower, wax and kief infused cigar he took only three puffs before he started coughing profusely. “Shit gah damn this that strong ass shit forreal.” Floyd said between strained breaths passing the premium cannabis cigar to his buddy.
“I’d hope so, I’ve seen these motherfuckers around in the store, these joints going for $50 to $60 a pop and that’s out here in Cali. Can you imagine back in Atlanta shits prolly be $100 for a blunt, I mean I’m good I’ve got iron lungs and I ain’t smoked all day some of us have real jobs so we can’t just blow down kush all day.” Darius teased Floyd although there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. He had a good job as an engineer but he did find it unfair that Floyd made his monthly income in a day just selling cocaine alone. Not to mention the other drugs he sold on top of his legitimate business.
“Hey look man if you wanna work with me, ball out you always welcome. You know I’m getting money 10 different ways fa-shitsho.” Floyd announced with pride as a busty waitress in some thick fitting clothing came out producing their drinks and a plate of wings Floyd had ordered. Floyd slid her a $20 dollar bill propping it in-between her breasts as Darius grabbed a drumstick off the plate biting down into it passing the weed back to Floyd.
“Damn hold on there big fella, how you know this 20 piece wasn’t for me? I said drinks on me, I ain’t say wings.” Floyd protested as Darius continued to eat un-perturbed by his friends insane greediness.
“Bruh shut the fuck up I will knock yo ass out in the middle of the bar, and walk away with the duffel bag, damn don’t be a fucking crab. Like you got cartel bitches, a whole real business & fucking super powers, and you don’t wanna share wings? And I’m always looking out?” Darius said now sounding a little upset forreal causing Floyd to feel some guilt.
“Right right ighh you gotta point, shit It ain’t really going do nun to my funds. Ayo waitress, uhh Wass ya name Letucia yea lemme get another ten piece, make that teriyaki and throw in another order of fries, shit matter fact might as well get us another round of coronas two while you at it, multi-tasking is the shit right now.” Floyd said spitting off orders to the waitress whilst digging into the food himself in between hits. As it seemed he was having the perfect time out with his friends after spending some time with his girl he noticed something on the TV.
Nothing more about Project KIVA or operation KIVA whichever it was called, but something that affected him all the same none the less. Potentially more so as this was about the President’s announcement. He looked up at the television which was turned to Fox News reporting about President Forrester’s emergency enhanced act. “Awh man you gotta be kidding me you see this bullshit.” Floyd said in protest causing Darius to look up at & glance at the television screen.
The jolly brown giant’s eyes scrunched seeing what his friend was looking at. The bar had the subtitles turned on for anyone interested in keeping up with the news since loud hip hop music was blaring in the back-ground. Knowing that his own friend greedy and all was endangered by these new laws being announced was concerting to him. “You ain’t lied this guy some bullshit, it’s like he’s the republicans revenge for us finally having a black president. And Obama barely even helped us.” Darius stated taking another wing off the plate and biting down.
“Yeah well I wish we could go back to barely helped then this guy and his bullshit make America safe again. You know every time he be saying that I just be wondering what the fuck is he talking about? Jim Crow laws really ain’t even end until the middle of the 60’s, so when he’s talking about safe again he can’t be talking about for us and defiantly not Altered humans, so who exactly is he making the country safe again for? Hmm Yeah exactly racist ass motherfucker. Type of shit he saying makes someone with powers really think about going along with that fuck shit Reaper be saying.” Floyd stared at the screen with the same attention & intensity he had when he noticed the announcement from CyberCorp about KIVA earlier today. At this rate he was going to take an extended break from viewing the news, every time he managed to catch a report recently it was negative & causing him to feel more and more uneasy about what was coming next.
@AnnaBethLmao I know I had Castiel raise his volume, he's gonna lower it now or wait until he finds Jimmy.
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