Advent Evolution (Game Thread)

[Prescient]

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[Prescient]

Advent Evolution

Time: 2100 - EST

The plane screeched to a halt on the tarmack of the John F. Kennedy airport in New York. Cal Dashun stepped off looking uncharacteristically tired and distressed. This morning, he woke from a nightmare filled night. When he established contract with his other clones, one was missing, Theodore Wellsmith.
Nothing like this had ever happened before, he wasn't just out of touch, he was completely gone.
The only clue, or at least he thought it was a clue, was an image that was burned into his brain during a nightmare last night: the face of a young boy that he had helped out in New York a few years prior. Armed with his personal file on the boy, which contains all details on the kid (including place of residence), Cal was resolved to investigating why one of his clones could just dissappear.

Tomas is in over his head. He had tried his hand at crime fighting a few times, with moderate success, but he never faced Guardians before. So far he had managed to evade them, but he knew that the Razors, Guardian spec ops support, were on his tail.
He didn't think they could hurt him with his brother's protection, but that energy bolt that hit him made his brother go unconscious. He was dripping off of Tomas, holding on only through instinct.
The alley Tomas was in led to the back door of an old art shop that had fallen into disrepair. The lock was easy enough to break with the butt of his gun and it seemed like a safe place to hide for now.

The American Ninja was out for vengeance. Last night an innocent had died in his arms after being shot by the head of the Guardians and world reknowned hero, Diehard.
In the man's death throws, he reached forward to whisper something in Ninja's ear. He never got a word out, but pulled the cloth from Ninja's face, the last thing he would ever see. As far as he knew, the man was not a mutant and had done nothing wrong.
American Ninja was traveling from rooftop to rooftop looking for a Guardian unit. He had no idea what he was going to do, he had never taken on a Guardian before, but he knew that it was his only lead to finding Diehard.

Rose was meditating in her inner sanctum, focusing on the connection magic that her master had taught her. She extended her senses out beyond the small dimension that she was sitting in.
You can do it, use the sanctum's connections, be everywhere at once. A familiar voice prompted her.
Having to prepare the required ritual herself was hard enough, but the spell was excruciatingly difficult. For the first time, though, she managed to perform it. Her senses flew out to all of the sanctum's earthly portals at once, if only for a second.
As soon as she broke the dimensional threshold, a disturbance at one location broke her concentration and forced her to focus there. She saw a young man breaking into the old art shop in New York. He looked distressed, and he had a gun.

General Notes: Cal Dashun gains 1 Hero Point (Complication - Clone)
Tomas gains 1 Hero Point (GM Fiat - Loss of Powers)
Setting info on Diehard to come, everyone knows who he is. For now, he is a famous hero for the U.N. countries. (the only one in existence).

[RavenMaestro]

Rose



The young mystic struggled, trying hard to focus on the ritual. As the connection opened, her soul soared.

I did it! Master Kaeil, did you see?...

She remembered then. She remembered that her master was not really there, yet again. With that single lapse, the spell shattered. Rose sighed.

Just another failure. Well, I did better this time.

A poor excuse, one that shows just how unworthy you are as a mage.

Rose grimaced, as she heard in her mind a far less pleasant voice than that of her master. She could all but see the bitter, hated figure of Cartwright laughing at her here. She ground her teeth, and without another thought, redoubled her focus on those fragments of the spell remaining. Enough to see the actions in a certain abandoned New York arts shop.

What the?...

Focus, Rose. Let's see just what this little criminal is up to.

Can Rose maintain the vision? She'll try the ritual, if she can still work it, but if not, she'll use the All Seeing Eyes. If that fails (Probably due to range) She'll port to the shop, but that's a last resort. I've rolled concentration, assuming it's needed to keep up the ritual.

[MaskedBrute]

Cal

Cal exited the plane with the rest of the passengers, making his way towards the airport exit in a rather direct way. He was still somewhat annoyed and upset by the whole situation, feeling somewhat violated and exposed... a feeling he wasn't at all used to.

Sure they'd had trouble before, as not every job or role was a cake-walk, but this felt wrong. It was a blank spot in his senses, a spot that had been alive and active for years now, and he was damned if he was going to let it go.

He glanced at the file in his hand again. Had the kid from before gone bad? Become a mistake that needed fixing? Or was this something else, and had Theodore been targeted specifically? Had someone seen through the charade?

It was all up in the air for the moment.

Well, first thing he was going to do was see what was going on near Theo's apartment, if anyone was watching the place.

He picked up his luggage and hailed a cab.

[Darkus]

Tomas

Tomas makes one last scan down the alley in check for Razors then quickly steps inside the shop and closes the door. Not good! This isn’t good! Tomas paces back and forth What to do? What to do? then stops. keep calm... He looks around the shop. first things first I better find a way to wake up brother he quickly checks the shop for a restroom apon finding one he starts trying to splashing water on his driping brother come on! wake up!

[RavenMaestro]

Rose

Rose continued watching this strange boy, and grew ever more curious. She laughed at him splashing toilet water on himself, for whatever reason

Well, that's... unusual.

Gun or no, curiosity had got the better of the mystic now. She broke the link calmly and simply. Then, still siting down, she held one hand to her face.

She didn't strictly need to do that, but always found it helpful for what she had to do now. It gave her a sense of control.

An onlooker might have been a tad nauseous at what happened next. Her whole body began to... well, melt isn't the right word. Her flesh seemed to... well, pour. It shifted, perhaps like wet clay in the hands of a sculptor. It... changed.

After a few seconds, a short, stocky red haired girl, of about 16, stood up. She was waring designer jeans (Faked, but well), and a fairly anonymous black t-shirt, no logo. Her hair was done up in a pair of pig tails, and her face was quite compact, with higher cheekbones that Rose had.

As an artistic touch, she had a pair of vicious claws on her hands, two spiked horns growing from her head and a pointed tail at her back.

The young girl smiled with a gleam that would have anyone who knew her running. With a few minor incantations, she vanished from the sanctum, to appear immediately behind the unknown thief of toilet water with a burst of flame that scorched the floor (But not the visitor). She spoke quickly, as she materialized.

"Why, exactly, have you broken into this place? It's generally regarded as polite to ask before entering someone's home. And as for carrying a gun... Well, that could be taken as a sign that you were going to try and kill me. Even if not, this is irritating. I'm angry now."

As she speaks, Tomas can see unnaturally bright fire licking around one of her clawed hands, her right, as she gestures with it. She is smirking, like someone who is in control, and knows it. Her knees are slightly bent, almost as though she is about to pounce on this new arrival.

"Tell me what you're doing here, and everything you know. Now. I might be generous if you do.

She looks him in the eyes, as she continued, before he can speak. Every so often, she tapped her claws together, making a sound disconcertingly like iron.

Was it Cartwright, or Nether that sent you? Some local dabbler? Or was it those busybodies of the Sept? "

Intimidate. Doesn't actually work on PCs, but rolled as a note as to how intimidating she is. (1d20 20=31)

[Darkus]

Tomas eyes wide "what the?..." he backs up to the far corner "uh?... who?...how did, what? No! Im not here for that!" COME ON WAKE UP BRO! "who are you!?!" in a panic he draws his stun gun and shoots it at her.

(Quick Draw)Stun gun has 7 stun
Initiative +1 Attack +8
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1548615/

[Lone Star]

American Ninja

The American Ninja was "jumping" over the large buildings, teleporting from roof to roof. Why was this man so much trouble to Diehard? And why was Diehard working with the Guardians? I don't even know where to begin...all I know is I need to find one of their members so I can track down the so-called "hero" Diehard. His black costume made long shadows over the ground as he half-teleported, half jumped over the buildings, the fire of vengance burning deep in his eyes. He would track down the Guardians and find Diehard.

[RavenMaestro]

Rose

"Calm. Down. Now! "

Rose stands tall, and a lick of mystic flame underlines her words, insinuating it's way into the mind of the thief

If the young trigger happy clown stands down, Rose doesn't attack, instead, she stands very still, and talks, obviously irritated, but not threatening yet.

"Here's a hint, if you want to survive long, don't threaten people. Many would have killed you here. Now, if you are nothing to do with my various "friends", why are you here?"

Initative (1d20 5=19)

[Prescient]

After paying the driver, Cal half ignored the cab as it sped off. He had left the paper he had been reading on the seat inside, the article he had paid specific attention to was about a costumed criminal that was dressed as a ninja and robbing decent folk of the city. It had an artist's rendering, nothing more.
Although he had never personally been to Theodore's apartment, his memory of it was such that he might as well have grown up there.
It was eerie, his memories were so complete, he actually felt as though it were just yesterday when he lived here. In a way, it was.
Cal pulled out the key he had for Theodore's apartment. He had a key for all of his clone's living spaces, just in case something like this were to happen. However, he didn't need it. The door pushed open, the lock had been damaged and the handle was loose.
Inside, the place was trashed, but there was a science to it. It was clearly an "investigative" search. But done by who? Feds? BSA? And even worse, why?
There were no answers to be found here.
As he left, Cal saw a Guardian flying low over some buildings a few blocks away. He knew the flight maneuver, it was supporting a unit of Razors. They only activated in case of a mutant sighting.

After an hour searching, the American Ninja found what he was looking for. A Guardian unit, powered up and ready for action was flying over low-lying buildings with a spotlight aimed between them. Undoubtably, it was lighting the way for a group of Razors. They must have been tracking a mutant.
From here, the Guardian looked incredible, like some giant mecha straight out of an anime cartoon. The prospect of even causing a dent left some doubt in Ninja's mind.
Looking over the side of the building, Ninja could see a group of Razors getting ready to mount an assault on a closed door in an alley. The Guardian seemed to be following something else, but was not far away.

Will was returning to his dormroom at ESU (fictional New York college) after a particularly draining day of studies. He was walking at normal pace, trying to seem normal. As he walked past the graphic arts building, he saw old posters being displayed of Vanguard. The most impressive of the group, the metallic strongman Titan, took up half the poster due to his large size. He stopped for a moment to stare, to be inspired.
Something large and flashy caught his eye. It was a Guardian flying high above some buildings across the river in queens. It was usual to see Guardians around the city, there were always one or two in Manhattan, oppressing any would-be mutant terrorists. It was unusual for one to be so active, however.

[MaskedBrute]

Cal

"Well, this is just becoming more and more of a bad situation, isn't it?" Cal muttered, walking into an alley and carefully looking around to make sure he wasn't within view of any cameras or prying eyes.

The plan, if you could call it that, unfolded in his mind; he'd split off a duplicate here that would carry on as him, making a few phone calls to see what names had been flagged in New York in the last 48 hours and trying to find where exactly Theodore had been during those last images. The real Cal would change his appearance, changing up his clothing a bit as well as his face, and investigate the Guardian patrol.

"Something smells fishy," Cal said as he took a deep breath.

"Tell me about it," he responded.

Rolling for Notice:
17 (roll) + Notice = 27

Using Contacts:
Taking 10 + Notice = 24

Using Investigation:
10 (roll) + Investigation = 18

[Darkus]

Tomas

After calming down Sorry about breaking in I didnt think anyone was around some worry creeps into his features Im try to shake some razors off that are after me and I thought I could lay low here. Im a he pauses sort of a mutant.

[RavenMaestro]

Rose

Usually Rose would have made a witticism at the young Tomas' final words; after all, his state was obvious. However, she was far to angry at what he had done to care.

Razors. You lead Razors here?!

Her eyes flared with the flame as she shouted, but quickly calmed back down again. She even held out a hand, in a gesture of apology. She was very still for a few seconds, before she spoke again.

Sorry. Look, I think we can work together here. You, presumably, don't want to be captured by the IDF, or BSA. I have little to fear from either, but don't want them to poke around this place.

So, this is how I see it.. I'm going to go outside, find those Razors, and try and lead them away from here. Whilst I'm doing that, you can get out of here, and leave them with a very cold scent indeed. Sound agreeable?

Oh, and if you are still here after I'm done, well, I'm afraid you'll have added me to your list of enemies.

Irrespective of Tomas' answer, Rose, with a smile, teleported to the roof, hoping to catch sight of the investigating Razors.

[Darkus]

After she leaves tomas quick switch into civilian clothes by simple puting on a his hooded sweat shirt which he had grabed in his flight form the razors and puting his mask in the sweater pocket. Come brother wake up! He quickly leaves though the front door and jions the crowded streets as soon as he can.

[RavenMaestro]

Rose

The now elevated Rose all but whistled at the sight of the Razors

She paused, and for a few seconds her figure was still. then, her body shifted to a passing attempt at that of Tomas.

Still, she hesitated for a second, as though thinking. Then, her mind seemingly made up, the young 'Tomas' proceeded to the back of the roof, keeping just out of sight of the Razors. A canny observer might have noticed a slight scowl.

Lone Star, Masked Brute, if you want to interfere here, do it now. Otherwise Rose will carry on with her plan ASAP. Just giving you a chance to do something if you wish.

If the Razors are just about to break in though, forget it. Rose is going ahead as soon as possible.