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Invincible

Father Thomas

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It was 2am when Matins started, Father Thomas was roused from the sleep that over took him while he was in the chapel. Hours of prayer will do that to you. Thomas' knees hurt but the thoughts had stopped for now. He prayed the office with the Brother, his Latin was not what it was when he used it daily. After the service, one of the brothers took him to a confessional. This was strange as this was a time of silence and the only talking allowed was for critical things. So, being brought to a confessional was strange.

Thomas made the sign of the cross and kissed the Christ on his Rosary and entered. They had brought him to the confessor's side of the booth. As he entered a man started, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last confession."
Thomas replied, "Continue my Son with your confession."
Through the opening in the privacy wall, a package was passed.
The man whispered, "This is what you are to pick up. Do not open it. Say one Rosary before you exit or you will not be safe."
Then the man said, "For these things I am heartfully sorry."
Thomas gave him the standard penance. The man thanked him then left.

Thomas spent the twenty minutes praying the rosary, then left the booth and headed for his room.

In the morning, Before breakfast he got a call from Vincent that it was time to head back. With two fresh Carmel rolls, two cups of coffee, a backpack with two old illuminated books that he carried in his arms. He waited for Vincent to arrive.
When the truck arrived, he noticed that it was riding low again. He handed up the coffee and roll, then put his stuff and climbed in. He showed Vincent the Illuminated books in Latin. The first was a was a missal, in Latin, for the offices. It was new, and one of the brother's had noticed his Latin was getting rusty. So this was a gift. The brother who illuminated the book had spent months working on the book. The other was a prayer book that was older, wrapped in leather. The second was near priceless due to its age and condition.

Thomas read through the Missal, as they drove.

About an hour into the drive back a semi truck loaded with metal pipes had a securing band break causing pipes to roll from the bed as the truck and start falling on the passing lane and shoulder of the express way. Instinctively, Thomas put his hands up to protect his face. As he did this, his powers activated. Fueled by fear, the heavy pipes lifted and flipped to the shoulders of the road away from cars. As on pipe floated slowly in the air, Thomas watched in amazement then mentally flicked it to the side of the road too.

Vincent got the truck to a stopped and off to the side of the road, they noticed that none of the pipes that came loose had hit any of the vehicles. Vincent let out a string of expletives, and Thomas' response to Vincent was that his guardian angel must be watching out for him.

Thomas was in shock of being able to move pipes like they were nothing more than tooth picks.

A little after Noon, Thomas was dropped off at the cathedral and delivered the precious book to the Bishop's office. The rest of his stuff he put away in his apartment and headed to the store.

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Ivy

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Towards the end of the press conference, Ivy was getting ready to make her good-byes.
A reporter called out, "Governor Ivy, Are you planning to run for president?"
Ivy blushed a genuine blush.
"I do declare," she said then paused for effect.
"The thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I've only been Governor for a short period of time and right now, my focus is on keeping the good people of Georgia safe. That is why we need to pass the Registration Law" she paused as one of the State troopers approached her turn his back to the crowd and whispered something to her. Ivy went a pale. She turned and talked with a couple other officials on the stage. Then she was rushed off the stage. Reporters shouted questions trying to figure out what was happening.

In the Limo, Ivy flipped on the television set to watch the film crew live casting the death and destruction. She started to tear up. She knew those news crews. Those police officers were under her command. As she went into the situation room at the Capital and sat at the head of the table. They needed to upgrade the technology being used in this room, she thought. The news station had better camera feeds and connections to the world. She could be connected anywhere in the world there with a green screen and a video camera. Getting a briefing of what was known and what was happening, she picked up the phone and conference called the leadership of the legislature. "Another hundred dead within weeks, and no action. If something isn't done quickly, I will declare a state of emergency and use executive orders. I expect to see something on my desk before sunrise," she said hanging up the phone.

When the Secretary announced to her that the President was on the line, she pointed at her press secretary to video the call. When the camera was going she picked up the phone.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. President," she said looking serious.
"Ivy, I hear you are having trouble down there. I saw it on television. Oh the carnage and meaningless loss of life. I've got the best people working on this. Smart people. I want you to know we are going to make resources available to you..." the president said, "Anything you need just ask."
"Thank you, Mr. President. The people of Georgia appreciate that. We really need to get a registry going so we can know," Ivy said being cut off.
"My people say that won't work...," the President said, "We need something else. My experts are working on it. They are are smart. Very smart. They'll come up with a way to deal with this. We just need more time and we've got to be patient. I've got to go Ivy, sorry about your son. It's a big loss and my heart is with you. Let me know if you need anything."
"Good bye Mr. President," Ivy said hanging up the phone.

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Father Thomas

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True to her word, Thomas' phone rang. The man introduced himself as Vincent and wanted to know where to pick him up. When he arrived, Thomas recognized him. He, his wife, and two children came to mass fairly routinely. This made Thomas smile. When the box truck came to a stop, Thomas went and climbed in the cab. He had worked at a warehouse when he was in seminary.

Vincent looked at him a little funny and said, "Company policy is no riders. But, I got a call from the big boss telling me to come pick you up and treat you nice." There was a little smile, as he confessed his sin. "So, enjoy the ride." There was no radio in the truck, and Thomas' cellular phone did not work, there was just a heads up display with a screen built into the dash connected through some private radio network.

Vincent looked at Thomas, "Company policy, no cell phones. They are jammed. Not radio either. It is safer that way." he shrugged.

Thomas smiled and made small talk with the driver. Talking about church and the man's family. When they got into to traffic, a computer voice came on. "Traffic, please be quiet and pay attention." Vincent shrugged. Thomas pulled out a rosary and started praying in a whisper. "Is the traffic that bad that you need to pray," a woman's voice came through the screen.
"It's brutal, some bozo with New Jersey plates driving his Mazda keeps weaving, think he could kill with that car," Vincent said giving Thomas a wink. Thomas got the idea, that he needed to be quiet.

When they stopped at the first club, He tapped some buttons on the screen then hopped out. Thomas got out too.
"You push a dolly?" Vincent asked. Thomas nodded and climbed up the ramp that had been pulled out after the door was rolled out. There was enough booze and other boxes to fill the box. Two dolly's were there. Vincent loaded each and had Thomas help him wield it in to the back door of the club, through the kitchen.

When they came into the bar, Thomas' mouth just about hit the floor. A couple patrons and a couple of the girls tried to hide, but when you are 97% naked, it is hard to hid yourself. Thomas started looking at the floor. Papers were signed and a bag passed over. Then they were on their way. This was how much of the day went.

At The Paradise, some of the girls took am interest in Thomas. For some he was fresh meat, others thought he was cute, one described him as sweet and kept pressing herself up against him. He had blessed a few of them and prayed with a handful more. He was having a hard time. Natural biological reactions are natural reactions and he was trying hard to keep his thoughts in check. He even took confession from a young lady that was topless and acted like it was no big deal. With a gaggle of girls scantly dresses, Vincent called Thomas' name, making him look up. The camera on his phone clicked and the message was sent. Vincent ordered them two steak sandwiches that they ate in the truck. "Sorry," Vincent said, "the boss wanted protection."

As they headed for Savannah, Thomas asked if Bella was going to black male him? Vincent smiled and said, "No, she just wants you not to get so nosy into her operations. She told me that she would destroy the picture or we can stop and have a 9 by 11" photo printed. Not many people get that royal of a treatment, you are a novelty." Thomas was suprised to find that there was a lot of different stories and reasons the girls did this job. Some liked the power it offered, others because they were desperate, some because it was good money, and others because of addiction issues.

When the reached the monastery, Thomas hopped out of the truck tired and sore as Vincent drove off. He would call him in the morning for the pick up. Thomas headed for confession then to the chapel to pray. They were created in the image of God. They had fathers and mothers. They were someones child. Vincent texted a copy of the picture to him. It didn't help and he didn't delete it either. All the girls were "clothed" or covered as not to appear naked for the camera. Still this was a dangerous photo.

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Ivy

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Towards the end of the press conference, Ivy was getting ready to make her good-byes.
A reporter called out, "Governor Ivy, Are you planning to run for president?"
Ivy blushed a genuine blush.
"I do declare! The thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I've only been Governor for a short period of time and right now," she said then paused for effect.
"My focus is on keeping the good people of Georgia safe. That is why we need to pass Empowered Registration Bill, it is sad to see that this President and congress are making this a partisan issue. Putting politics in front of children like my Tyler and allowing the empowered criminals to be above the law like some others think they are."
She let that hang, letting people associate it with whoever they felt fit that bit.
"Let me be clear, there are good honest Empowered people and I want to protect their rights too," Ivy said.

Again the voice called out. "Are you going to run?"
She smiled and waved.
Running for the presidency she knew that would take a lot of money. Running as a independent meant that she did not have big political machines to help her. over her years she had made both republicans and democrats mad at her. There would need to bea ground swell of support.

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"Another one." Bella said as she sat in her home office looking at her vibrating phone that rumbled against the hard wood. She reached for her black coffee mug first and took a quick sip before answering the call. She was somewhat expecting it due to courtesy text message from Pastor Grady, one of her father's friends who was cashing in on a favor. "Hello, may I ask who's speaking, please?" Bella answered politely. This almost a different woman.

Thomas wondered about the greeting she gave, very defensive like people called her often to ask for things. It put him slightly on edge as he was calling to ask her for something. He responded, "This is Father Alexander and Pastor Grady gave me your number saying that you might be able to help me go and pickup something in Savannah at the Benedictine House there." His pause wondering if he should tell her about the flat tire, that would then bring up a question of why he needed a ride and from there it would get complicated. He hoped that she just wanted the short version.

"Father? A priest asking for my assistance is a a man who will be helped." Bella spoke in a way that made her hard to read. Was she patronizing the man, or just trying to do a good deed? "Are you with Cathedral of Christ the King? My father loved that place. Said it was the only decent place left in this city."

Thomas answered her, "Yes, Ma'am" one of the few southern phrases he allowed himself then he continued, "There are a lot of good places and people in the city if you look hard enough. Grady is one of them. A couple of the neighborhoods are having a revival."

"A revival? I'll have to get with you on how to provide a donation that might help with that. It's what my father would have done." Bella's voice trailed off towards the end before she took a breath to compose herself. "So Father, is it a courier you need, a vehicle, or a driver? I can provide any for a man like yourself."

Thomas smiled as he said, "A donation would be quite nice, I know of some needs that could easily be met." He thought about a couple soup kitchens, and one of the schools that really needed some new technology if the children were going learn how to make it out of poverty and drugs. "Well, I need a vehicle and a driver. I'm not sure what I am picking up yet. The brothers told me to come; we may need to stay the night at the monastery. The room would be free and the food is very good."

"Simple enough then. I'll get your phone number to a driver and he will call you to set up your pick up free of charge. Don't hesitate to call if there are any issues. And I mean any issues at all.... Oh and expect the donation in a few days and let Grady know he gets to keep his favor and that he should use it on himself next time." Bella smiled, glad to making conversation that didn't pertain to work. Maybe I need a vacation... Probably after I wipe Jace Williams off the map.

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Bubba

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Sitting at the bar, He raised a toast to his team. Today, they had pumped enough oil out of their little operation to make them each millionaires. OPEC was scrambling as were many of the other oil markets, they had calls coming in from China trying to bypass the American Export embargo. They were pumping out enough oil to drive the price below the breakeven point of most operations. Well drillers, wild catters, and the big oil companies would be scrambling to adjust their operations. He had spent two weeks, pushing his abilities to produce enough crude oil to glut the crude market. It would take weeks for the world to absorb that much oil and longer for the prices to stabalize. The South American oil cartels would be devastated. Countries whose economies were so dependent on the oil trade would possibly have their governments collapse. It would take him another week of work till he could flood the market again.

He thought he might need to fly down to Brazil and pick up a few girls to bring back with him now that he was a multi-millionare.

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Name: Bubba Tyler
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 190lbs
Ethnicity: German, Irish, Mexican
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Not practicing
Occupation: Texas Wildcater

Ability: Fluid Manipulation

Background:

Bubba has been working in the oil fields of Oklahoma and Texas since he was 14. His father was a driller that moved from place-to-place. When the incident happened, Bubba ended up at a non productive well site and refinery. Scraping together a couple thousand dollars, he bought the rites and access to the pipeline. Within a week, his tanks were full and the refinery was ready to be brought online.

Bubba’s father oversees the operation while Bubba is technically the owner/manager. But functions as a rigger.

Bubba likes to hang out at the local bar with the guys from the plant. He wears a lot of boots, big hats and belt buckles. He has been known to chase a few of the local women.

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Name: Bubba Tyler
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 190lbs
Ethnicity: German, Irish, Mexican
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Not practicing
Occupation: Texas Wildcater

Ability: Fluid Manipulation

Background:

Bubba has been working in the oil fields of Oklahoma and Texas since he was 14. His father was a driller that moved from place-to-place. When the incident happened, Bubba ended up at a non productive well site and refinery. Scraping together a couple thousand dollars, he bought the rites and access to the pipeline. Within a week, his tanks were full and the refinery was ready to be brought online.

Bubba’s father oversees the operation while Bubba is technically the owner/manager. But functions as a rigger.

Bubba likes to hang out at the local bar with the guys from the plant. He wears a lot of boots, big hats and belt buckles. He has been known to chase a few of the local women.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

The died too?

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Father Thomas Alexander

Link to Thomas' Character Sheet
interaction with: Bella(@FunnyGuy)

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Grady was just finishing up another sermon about The Remaining. He truly believed in his heart, that "The Incident" as it was named was directly caused by the direct hand of God, or at the very least part of his divine plan. He himself had struggled with fornication in the past prior to The Incident, and felt that was the reason the holy father had left him on earth. "Dear Lord, forgive me for my past transgressions against you. To be a man of your word, yet willingly defile my marriage I understand why I was not chosen. Please give me the strength and power to lead others to the truth as the end times approach." Grady opened his eyes as he finished his prayer, and saw his cell phone was ringing. "Ah Brother Thomas" Without hesitation he answered the call. "Hello Thomas, my fellow brother in Christ how are you."

Thomas smiled, “How’s my favorite black pastor?” He said as he answered, “How was the T.V. response? Getting any new diamond rings?” Thomas liked to tease Grady. Being on T.V. would scare the heck out of Thomas. Grady was reaching people, and they were repenting. People were talking about Grady’s messages even at his church., well former church. “I have a problem,” he said, “I need to get to Savannah to pick something up.”

“Doing better Thomas, every thing day-by-day what with everything going on." Despite the world's situation, humor still wasn't lost to him. It was perhaps one of the only things keeping him going besides God's mercy. "In all seriousness it's difficult, TV pastors don't have the best reputation, and plenty of them really seem to be in it just for the material benefit. In my humble opinion listening to them is one of the reasons so many of us are part of "The Remaining" and not up in Heaven, but you know my testimony I'm no saint either." Even when he spoke in jest he never wasted an opportunity to proselytize. He took the time to consider what Thomas had requested, contemplating any options he had to help him. "Well I have a solution Brother Thomas, I don't have the means to get you there myself. However my old friend Vincent Nova's daughter Bella Nova might, he owed me a favor before his untimely demise and she's let me know that still stands. One of the business's they own is a transportation service. I can arrange that if you want, provide you a direct line to Bella, get you right on your way." Grady spoke enthusiastic to help a fellow pastor.

Grady texted Thomas Bella’s phone number, so Thomas called hoping to find her in a good mood.