Pumpkinlord — Roleplayer Guild

The Botanist Mortician sits in the back seat of the town car contemplating the realities of his current situations. 
"Did things go well. Sir?"

Squad says as he puts down whatever novel he happened to be reading. 

"No Juro. No, things didn't go to well at all. It seems that our plans to mount an attack on the mutant registration department holding facility stands. We will need everyone on point. You all know your rolls. 
Inform Stampede that he will indeed be the way we smash through the front fortifications. We attack in one day." 
The town car continues down the road towards the city proper,  woodland trees pass them by as they make there way out of the outskirts and into Omega city. 
A loud sound like a thousand rusty nails scraping on the bottom of the car is coupled with a violent and sudden impact. The passengers feel a moment of vertigo before slamming down into a large crack that formed in the road. The ground continues to tremble, the sounds of trees cracking and toppling over reverberates through out the woods. 
Sebastian opens his eyes, blood drips from the side of his head. His vision blurs but then returns to normal as he attempts to assess the situation. The different Squads start to come back into consciousness, bloody and wrecked the passengers exit the vehicle. The crack is deep enough to hold several vehicles and travels along the road a few hundred yards before curving into the forest. Sebastian holds his hands out towards the ground, and almost as if he is molding the earth he causes a piller of dirt, rock, roots and rubble to ascend raising them up and out of the hole in the ground, placing them safely next to the crack. Omega city is on fire in the distance.
"Will! Sebastian says out loud.

The Botanist Morticians com link buzzes in his ear, on the other end 'War' has his eye on Doc Williams. 
"Orders, assassinate Williams,  confirm or cancel?"
The Mortician taps the miniature chrome com link in his ear.
"Cancel, cancel. I need Williams alive."
The Mortician uses his power over the earth to raise his companion Squad and himself into the air on a wave of pure earth. With the clench of his first the Mortician seals the crack in the ground surrounding him, literally moving and shaping the earth to his will. 
"Delta delta! Unknown vector, Charlie on the field, Williams in danger! Orders, sir." 
Sounds the com link in the Botanical barons ear. 

"What! Who is it? The Zetas?  Stop them!, Squad do you read? What's happening? Protect the Light!" 
The wave of earth starts moving back towards the old farm house carrying them along like a rolling mound of destruction made from dirt. 
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His child hood home was destroyed,  his friendship with Sebastian diminishing. Not to mention that the direction the world is going in seems bleak at best. Mutants being discriminated  against, the government attempting to take control over it all. The old man stands there looking out at his memories in the ruble that use to be his farm house. 
A gleam in the sky catches Williams eye, he looks up and sees a dot getting bigger and bigger until it takes the form of some sort of robot. The mechanical monstrosity stops short of the Light and says. 
"I am CHNCY-3, I'd tell you to call me Chauncey, but it wouldn't really be worth it considering I'm about to riddle you with so many holes, one might mistake you for a poorly built dam.

Confused, Williams holds out one hand shaking it as one would shake there head 'no' and says,
"What are you? What is this all about?"
The Light stands ready to defend himself at moments notice. He forms the thoughts in his mind necessary to allow him to create a light burst hot enough to melt techno-Steel and bright enough to fry beta class artificial sensory units. He holds the attack at the ready,  waiting for this robots responce.
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The sea foam green colored fish bone tipped dart flies through the air piercing through several black helium filled balloons, eventually embedding itself into the dart board shaped like a cream pie located on the back wall of his throne room. The balloons pop deflating and droping the explosive load they where each holding up. The charges drop hitting his scale model of Omega city in various locations. Each charge blows up a small area of  Omega, catching the surrounding areas on fire.
The Mad Merman let's out a loud shreeking Cackle followed by a hideously happy laugh before lowering his goggles and tweaking another component in his latest wacky invention. 
A small hand torch heats different coils as he moves them slightly to the left in an attempt to sync the vibrational field. He flips a switch on the torch changing it to 'welding' then continues to weld the coil in place. A little squid oil here and some anti-matter dilution fluid there and it was complete. It had taken him nearly a year to finish the device without the help of his two ex companions, not too mention several items had to be stolen in order to make it. Several guards and a cop where killed stealing the items and Necron caught on fire...twice. But, alas it was complete. The Mad Merman points a small remote control toward a ginormous holo screen suspended over his main computer unit.
"Computer,  play the waltz of thunder track seven."
'Beep'
"Playing Waltz of the fallen soul"
The computer responds in a pleasant female voice. The music starts slowly, the Merman spots the mop in the corner he keeps around to clean Chemical spills. He points at the inanimate mop and says in a feisty tone of voice,
May I have this dance my lady?
He slowly moves towards the cleaning tool with a groove in his step moving with the music. In one clean swoop he takes the mop into his imbrace and starts spinning around like Cinderella and prince charming at the Grand ball. As the music builds and builds to the climax he dances with grace with his beloved. 
The dramatic ending to the waltz approaches, him and the mop dancing furiously. As the last notes of the classical composition hit Frosner launches the mop into the air, it spins and twirls beautifully. The Merman catches the mop and bows to the make believe audience in one smooth action. 
A buzzing sound on the door catches his attention. He tosses the mop back into the corner discarding it like a used sock before walking to the door and opening it. 
"Ahh yes Cyclone. Enter. I need your assistance." the Merman says.
Cyclone follows the Merman into his lab, the door slamming behind them. 
"Sir, I wanted to ask you if. .." Cyclone is cut off by the Merman. 
"Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes... it can wait. I need to test my new time dilation device."
Frosner takes the controls of the device and tweaks a few calibrations, adjusts a few dials and then presses the activation button. A beam of gray light shoots from the center eye of the device and creates a dark swirling portal. A rip in time that spins as it floats suspended in the laboratory. 
With a smile on his face that looks inhumanly large and evil the Merman looks over at Cyclone and says, "stick your head through and tell me what you see"
Cautiously Cyclone puts his hands up in protest. He knows what can happen to the Mermans 'test subjects'
"But sir are you sure that it is ready?"
"FACE IN THE PORTAL!" the Mad one yells with buldging eyes.
 A bit horrified at what might happen to him Cyclone approaches the portal. Whatever happens, it will be better then disobeying his bosses orders he thinks as he sticks his head through the void.  Cyclone is instantly hit with the sheer cold of the snow covered landscape  laid out before him. "Where in the world was this place? " He thinks as he pulls his head back out from the portal. 
"it's a cold place. ..cold, freezing place with snow everywhere." Cyclone says as he brushes the frost off his nose. 
"it's Antarctica, the device can open a portal to any place in the world. Now to make it smaller."
The portal closes up in a flash of light as the device powers down. 
"Thats amazing sir. Truly amazing, but if I  may, please what I needed to tell you was that a seismic event has been detected moving towards us." 
"An earthquake huh? Strange. Computer, reverse the polarity sonar field and zero in on the source."

"Computing... it looks as if the most likely sources  all lead back to the octagon government buildings."

"The government? Curious. .. Computer activate the energy shields and inform everyone to brace for impact. Suddenly the lights start to flicker. 
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Explosion sits and cleans his high powerd rifle in the corner of the dojo as he watches Chi-tah spar with one of the martial arts masters also employed by the government. The two throwing punches and kicks with great precision. Explosion clicks the last piece back into his gun before replacing it on his back. He streaches his arms up into the air and looks as if he might be yawning although no one would know since he never takes off his helmet. No one has ever seen his face or herd Explosion talk and have just gotten use to his vague hand gestures. No one can tell if he is a mute or if he just won't talk. 
General Harth walks out of his office and motions for the team to come front and center. 
"We have orders straight from the white house,  president Zullin wants the Botanist Mortician imprisoned. We have orders to pursue the runaway criminals he is aiding and abetting aswell. We depart tomorrow night, get prepar..." the building starts to shake and rumble, glass windows start to shatter. FBI agents being thrown to the ground,  book shelves toppling over. General Harth braces him self on the wall trying to gain footing, Explosion almost falls forward but catches his balance on the uneven, distorted ground using a wild display of flailing arms. The General slams the big maroon 'Red Alert' button on the wall sounding an alarm and flashing a bright red light through out the compound.
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Green insectoid bio wings flutter fiercely as Mantis boy glides to the next building landing with grace on the side of the structure and sticking like glue. He looks out over the city and sees the chaos taking place. A devastating earthquake has ripped through the city and left many dead and even more injured. Mantis boy has already helped an elderly gentleman to a safety zone and pulled a school bus free from some rubble. He thought he would be able to see more from a higher vantage point and is scoping out the area. People frantically try and figure out what to do,  vehicles strewn about, some crashed down into cracks in the road. Smoke wafting out from a burning apartment building catches the Mantis's eye. He dashes into the air multiple stories high and retracts his wings from his back. They start to buzz rapidly as he soars towards the burning building landing at various points as he goes. The young hero is startled when what looks like a robot soars by him also heading towards the burning structure. 
"Who the heck is that?" he says outloud to himself as he watches the mech creature speed away. Tyler pokes the Omega league com link in his bio suit and calls Parlor Trick. 
"We're sorry but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service, if you believe you got this message in error please hang up and try your call again"
"Damit, someone tell me who this robot guy is!"

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Doc Williams locks the door to the old farm house that he grew up in. His negotiations with Sebastian did not go as he wanted them to and it seems that his old friend is set on war with the humans. 
 He had no idea what Frosner was up to,  he hadn't herd anything about him in a while. It was determined long ago that he was a lost cause. It was hard for Bas and him to come to that conclusion about their third wing. They use to be an inseparable trio breaking through the boundaries of science. Now one is mentally insane and the other is hell bent on taking over the city in the name of mutant kind. 

Williams walks down the white painted wooden steps that lead to the driveway, he holds the handrail as he descends to keep his balance. His black shiny nineteen thirty four Ford coupe waits for him at the end of the dirt driveway. Williams opens the door and gets inside his vintage car. The engine starts perfectly and gives off a lovely humm that brings a smile to his face every time. 
   He switches the radio on and hears a news anouncer talking
 "The mutants have to be stopped, they are terrorists who jeopardize the safety of the US. For example the terrorist group Zeta attacked the city just last week. The extremist Faction of Brothers are trying to recruit members and post a takeover of the city. They just have to be stopped Clark, just have to be stopped. This has been Ben Raiters your ace on the story with eye witness news. Back to you Clark.

Williams quickly switches the radio back off and sighs deeply. If only he could find a way to make the humans trust mutant kind... his thought is cut off by a sharp and violent jerk to the left side. Another Shockwave sends Williams forward causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel.
The ground pulses, shaking with an eerie vibration that sends chills down William spine. A crack in the ground opens up causing the 34 Ford to fall downwards into the earth. The front end of the vehicle slams into the side of the crack causing Williams to once again slam forward into the steering wheel. The old man desperately tries to undo his seat belt an attempt to escape. Williams manages to crawl out the window and climb the side of the newly formed crack in the yard of his childhood home. Williams brushes the dust off his black slacks and adjusts his suit vest before glancing over at the old barn that used to house the horses back in the old days. The building was completely shattered and caved in on itself into the crack. He didn't want to believe that his best friend Sebastian had just used his power over the earth to attack, he knows that Sebastian controls the earth and all plant life and would be capable of doing something like this. But why attack? Is it to show me that you are willing to do what it takes for your cause? Or was this all just a natural disaster that just so happens to have happened at the right moment. Williams had to keep an open mind about this and he couldn't rule out other causes like the Zetas.
Doc Williams pulls out his cellular phone and starts to compose a new text message.
      To: Jaron Edrics 
      Report back, urgent.

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