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At the mention of being called guy, Chase realized that he had never really introduced himself to any other student in Professor Abraham’s mythology class. He kind of regretted that, thinking about Kylie and how he had never even learned her name before this incident.

“My name’s Chase,” he said to the other two students, “I’m a creative writing major.”

One of the other students mentioned something about making a card for Kylie. Chase then remembered that he had often seen this student drawing in a notebook which meant he was probably an art student. However Chase still could only really draw stick figures, instead focusing his creativity on the written word.

After all three students had agreed to helping move stuff, Professor Abraham led them to a storage space. The single light bulb at the top of the room was dim and tended to flicker every so often. What was also prevalent was the smell of dust, almost similar to opening a long lost tomb. Chase was really glad that he didn’t have asthma as he entered the storage room.

“When was the last time anyone was in here?” asked Chase as he wiped a thick layer of dust off a box.

Chase then picked up a stack of envelopes, seeing that some dated back all the way to 1967. He was pretty sure that meant it was as old as the college. Chase shoved the letters into a desk in the corner of the room, as he decided that he should focus on the boxes.

The Professor then said that they didn’t really need to sort, but rather just clear up some floor space. Chase was glad to hear that as it meant he wouldn’t be stuck in this room for too long. Professor Abraham also made sure to say not to break anything, which prompted Chase to slow down just a little bit.

As Chase was pushing a particularly heavy box, he accidentally knocked it into an even bigger box, knocking off its lid. This unleashed a cloud of dust, causing Chase to immediately start coughing. After a few seconds Chase regained his breath.

Picking up the lid to put back onto the box, Chase wondered what was so heavy so he peered inside. Expecting to find old outdated textbooks or faulty lab equipment, Chase instead found a giant backpack of some kind.

“What do we have here?” wondered Chase as he brushed some dust off of it, “It says proton pack. Anyone know what that is?”

Chase attempted to pick it up, only to find that it was very heavy. Whatever this was, if it was meant to be worn on someone’s back it would cause instant back issues.
Kurt held the controls of his Graze as steadily as possible as he lined up the shot on the Gjallarhorn mobile suit. While the teenager was waiting for the order to fire, Fox in his Hugo sped past him, firing his rifle. Kurt knew that at this distance those shots would do very little damage but he could see them as warning shots.

As Fox took up a position in some debris, Holly ordered Kurt to take out the enemy Graze’s booster pods. As this was the logical thing to do, Kurt had no problem with the order. Pumping his thrusters, Kurt launched his Graze toward the enemy mobile suit. Raising his rifle, Kurt adjusted its aim, trying to hone in on the Graze Schwalbe’s boosters.

Hoping that the Schwalbe wouldn’t notice him, Kurt hid his Graze between a particularly large piece of debris. Holly then taunted the Schwalbe pilot over an open channel, only to be knocked off course by some gunfire. Martyn took the opportunity to take lead, ordering Kurt to take out the booster pods.

“I know, I know,” replied Kurt over the comms system, “I just need a clear shot.”

The enemy Graze then left the area, heading toward Thom. Taking advantage of this, Kurt left the safety of the debris field and went over to where the Graze Schwalbe had first been spotted. Using his own boosters, Kurt blasted toward the Gjallarhorn wreck and the booster pods that floated near it.

“Alright, here we go,” muttered Kurt.

Once in range, Kurt lined his Graze’s rifle at the booster pods. Letting loose with gunfire, Kurt could only watch as the projectiles barreled through the void of space. As he held his breath, Kurt saw the bullets hit their mark, ripping into one of the pods. Breathing out strongly, Kurt was pretty sure that he had accomplished his mission.

But over his comms he heard Thom say to not let him die. Without thinking, Kurt whipped his Graze around, pointing back at the battle. His stomach felt like it dropped at the prospect of losing another comrade. While he wouldn’t say he was friends with Thom, he did know him enough that he didn’t want him to die.

“Damn it. Hold on,” shouted Kurt over the comms.

Hoping that the booster pods had been rendered unusable, Kurt boosted his Graze back over to the battle. Seeing the Graze Schwalbe right in front of Thom’s Graze-Z, Kurt pushed his mobile suit to the max. He had precious few seconds to get into firing range of the yellow mobile suit, knowing that if he fired now his shots would do nothing.
As someone who is enjoying Ghost Game, I would be interested in participating.
@Master Bruce
So I did end up picking a second character concept. As it is mutant related, I did talk to Ruby and Ezekiel before starting on the sheet to make sure there was no stepping on toes and to collaborate in the future. Anyways I decided to do a team concept: X-Factor.

The Power Ranger vibes are strong with this... which means I'm interested.
@Queen Arya
I'm interested in this as well. But I would like to ask what kind of races would be playable in this? Is it the standard D&D types, something more exotic, or custom races created for this RP?
Another new player who's interested in this.


Reprise of Destruction

1.04: The other side of the trees

Dr. Walter Langkowski breathed raggedly as he followed behind Agent Payne, the S.H.I.E.L.D. operative exchanging gunfire with the squad of unknown soldiers. The Canadian scientist took cover behind a large redwood tree, as he wondered why he hadn’t been assigned a gun. Granted he had never fired a gun before, but Walter would’ve felt better with a weapon of his own.

As the pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives fled the mystery gunmen, Payne tried to call for an extraction, only to discover that something was jamming all the cell signals in this area. As he went from tree to tree, shielding Walter’s body with his own, Payne told the scientist his plan. There was a nearby town called Ferndale where the jamming might not reach to, or if needed they could find a hard line.

“How much farther to town?” asked Walter as he cowered behind a redwood.

“Not sure,” replied Agent Payne in between reloading his gun, “I sort of lost track of distance once we started zigzagging.”

“Great,” responded Walter through gritted teeth.

The pair continued to move among the trees, bullets landing not far from behind them. As Agent Payne poked his head out to try and spot their assailants, he could see a road cutting through the forest. Motioning to Dr. Langkowski, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent fired a few shots before dashing toward the road.

Walter did his best to keep up with Payne, pure adrenaline taking him to the thin road. Once the pair cleared the tree line, they began heading west down the road, hoping to reach the nearby seaside town.

“Not to call bull on your plan, but aren’t we sitting ducks out here?” Walter asked Agent Payne.

But before the agent could respond, the sound of sirens roared up the road. Looking down the road, Walter and Payne could see a police car approaching, its red and blue lights spinning. The car would stop a few meters away from the pair, a sheriff getting out and drawing his weapon.

“I don’t know who the hell you are, but drop your weapon!” shouted the sheriff.

“Alright, be cool,” replied Agent Payne as he placed his gun down on the road, “We’re with S.H.I.E.L.D., and I’ll prove it by showing you my ID.”

As Agent Payne slowly took his ID, Walter held his breath as the sheriff kept his weapon pointed at them. But once the sheriff did get a look at the ID, he lowered his weapon.

“What the hell are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents doing out here?” asked the sheriff as he holstered his gun.

His answer came in the form of gunfire striking the road near the three assembled men, the sheriff exclaiming, “God dammit!”

“Do you mind driving us to town,” asked Agent Payne as he picked up his firearm and returned fire.

“Sure,” replied the sheriff as he too shot at the soldiers in the trees, “Just pile in.”

Walter did need to be told twice as he opened the rear door and took refuge in the backseat. In between shots, the sheriff and Payne got into the front seats. Taking the wheel, the sheriff spun his squad car around, and bolted back toward Ferndale.

“So why are we being shot at?” questioned the sheriff.

“Not sure,” answered Payne, “Why were you here?”

“Responding to reports of gunfire, and before that someone reported an explosion,” stated the sheriff.

At the mention of an explosion, Walter’s ears perked up, “What kind of explosion?”

“I don’t know. A driver apparently heard it coming from the forest as he was driving down this road,” responded the sheriff.

“Well that’s why we are here,” explained Walter, “We detected a gamma radiation event.”

“Radiation?” asked the sheriff, his face very concerned looking, “Do we need to evacuate the town?”

“I don’t think so. It seemed to be a small, controlled explosion, probably some kind of experiment,” theorized Walter.

“Isn’t that against the law? How the hell do you even make gamma radiation?” asked an incredulous sheriff.

“Well clearly these guys don’t care about the law,” interjected Agent Payne, “And these guys have some kind of backing. Those guys shooting at us were clearly military trained.”

The three of them didn’t talk for the next few minutes, still in shock from the battle that they had just escaped. Off in the distance Walter was able to see the first few buildings of Ferndale. But as they got more into focus, Walter could see that the road was barricaded, vehicles and soldiers blocking any further driving.

Seeing this, the sheriff attempted to reverse his vehicle, only for more vehicles to pour out of the woods, blocking their escape. Walter started to panic as he realized that they were surrounded. A group of soldiers with rifles in hand then approached the squad car, forcing the three men out onto the road.

“What should we do with them Captain Blonsky?” asked one of the soldiers.

“Well, I’m all for killing them,” replied the Captain with a sneer.

“Wait a minute,” said a voice from within one of the military jeeps, “I recognize one of them.”

A man with a thick beard got out, Walter recognizing him as well, “Dr. Crawford? Why?”

“Yes it has been awhile Dr. Langkowski. You should spare him, he’s an expert in the study of gamma radiation,” stated Dr. Crawford.

“So the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and the cop are fair game?” asked Captain Blonsky.

“Sure, go ahead,” answered Crawford as he had soldiers pull Walter away from the other two men.

“In that case, I’d like to test my new powers,” said Blonsky as he dropped his rifle.

The Captain’s eyes flashed green as his body began to ripple. In a few seconds his musculature doubled in size, as his skin turned gray in color. Blonsky’s tactical gear began to rip as his body grew, some pieces falling to the floor, others just dangling onto his massive frame. In thirty seconds, where once the Captain stood was now an Abomination of some kind.

“Alright, who would like to be smashed first?” asked the massive creature.

Dr. Langkowski looked back in horror as the Abomination raised both fists. But before he could see what happened, a bag was placed over his head.

“Please ignore that brutality Dr. Langkowski,” said Crawford, “You’ll be coming with me. We have a lot to discuss.”

Walter began to hyperventilate in the small confines of the bag. This whole life or death situation had brought on a panic attack, his first one in years. As Walter struggled to breath, he felt himself being placed in the back of a jeep.

“What the hell is going on?” asked Walter through the bag.

“Simply survival,” muttered Dr. Crawford.

Walter had no idea what that meant as he felt the jeep begin to move. The presence of Dr. Crawford here perplexed him, as he had been told that the gamma radiation studier had retired. Yet here he was with these mystery soldiers.
Thanks for clarifying that guys. I've finished the post and put it up.
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