End of an Era (August 8th through 27th)

X-Men 2020 Role-Playing Records
The following is the story in Air Raiser's X-Men 2020 RP at http://www.oocities.org/the2020rp/.

This Role Playing thread are most of the posts that were created from the 16th of September to now. The are many different plots in this record.

NOTE: Not every single posting was copied into this file. Only the posts that actually added to the plot line where added. Most of the Out Of Character (OOC) comments have been eliminated to save space. Some of the text as been changed to combine two or more different threads. If you have any problems with with this notify me, Sirah at the2020rp@yahoo.ca

Posted by Oblivion on 9/16/2001, 4:52 pm
Oblivion perches in the window of the building across from the diner. Strangely enough the green mutant actually missed having the diner around. The presence of the mutant hang out made things interesting. The world was rather boring at the moment. Sure, mutants where being hauled off the streets and into the camps, but that was of no concern to him. All the people doing the tagging were mutants. His powers neutralized that threat. The disappearance of mutants from the street was a bit of an annoyance to him. So many of the mutants with interesting powers where gone. That left him without a form of entertainment. With a sigh he turned his attention to the street below. There had to be something interesting to do somewhere. The only problem was finding it..

Posted by A figure on 9/17/2001, 12:07 pm
A few streets over, a figure darts through the shadows with jerky, hurried movements. He's hunched over slightly, apparently concealing something in the front of his metallic green wind breaker. He looks over his shoulder every few seconds with narrowed eyes.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/17/2001, 6:26 pm
With a final look at the mess that used to be the Diner, Oblivion leaves his perch. Moving across the roof tops he pauses momentarily a few streets over. The sight of the hunched over figure moving so hurriedly draws his attention. He watches from the roof of a building on the same street.
What the heck, he thinks. If it's turns out not to be interesting, I can leave.
Having decided that Oblivion calls on a set of stolen powers and rises into the air. He could follow the guy over the roof-tops but it would be too much effort, floating silently overhead was much more appealing. Absently he follows the man on the ground at a good distance.

Posted by The figure on 9/17/2001, 7:17 pm
It continues to scurry through the shadows. At last, it stops by a rather well-to-do looking house. Smirking to himself, he slips through the back door, disappearing into the rather dirty room that must have once been the servant's kitchens.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/17/2001, 8:11 pm
Oblivion frowns, it would have been so much easier if he would have staid outside. Oh well, now that the cat mutants curiosity was aroused nothing would stop him. Landing on a nearby rooftop the green mutant sent his mental presence skidding through the house.

Posted by The figure on 9/17/2001, 8:19 pm
He crept through the kitchen and stopped at a cabinet with a door hanging at an odd angle. He pulls a tattered canvas bag from his wind breaker and stuffs it inside before bounding through a door leading deeper into the house.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/17/2001, 8:25 pm
He follows the man, looking at his surroundings.

Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 11:50 pm
Compared to the kitchen, a grungey little room lined with rows of cabinets and small pewter sinks, the next room is near to glamourous.
It's old and dusty, true, but it retains a sort of dignity common to very old houses. A single large picture window stares out into the back alley. A plush windowseat lines this. Old, carved wooden furniture and overstuffed armchairs radiate in systematic spokes around a crumbling stone fireplace. The wall opposite the picture window is occupied by a wall to ceiling book case/display shelf.
In the largest, most well-preserved chair sits the strange man. His eyes are closed, he appears to be sleeping.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/18/2001, 6:23 pm
His mental eyebrows raise at the sight of the room and the man. He does one circle around the entire room, peeking in corners and such. Then he does one around the man. After he finishes his snooping he pauses, waiting to see what will happen next.

Posted by the figure on 9/19/2001, 7:38 pm
The corners of the room are filled with all kinds of interesting things ranging from futuristic to archaic. Several items look as if they haven't been touched in quite some time.
He continues to doze quietly; apparently he can't sense the other's presence.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/19/2001, 8:12 pm
Continues to circle the room. He's tempted to give the guy in the chair a prod.

He gives a light snore
Posted by The figure on 9/19/2001, 8:15 pm
and stirrs slightly, but still doesn't show any signs of awakening.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/19/2001, 8:19 pm
Snorts mentally in disgust. This was getting boring fast.

Posted by the figure on 9/19/2001, 8:25 pm
After a few more minutes, the person stirrs and sits up. His eyes don't have irises - they're just oversized pupils.
With a yawn, he swings out of the chair and peers around the room, making sure he's not being followed.

Posted by Oblivion on 9/19/2001, 8:27 pm
He chuckles at this, following along behind like an invisible wraith.

Near the diner's ruins...
Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 7:51 pm
The gangly youth crouches silently behind the corner of a neighboring building. If he found one mutant here, there were sure to be others eventually.

Posted by Talon on 9/17/2001, 7:56 pm
She is somewhat shocked when she returns to the diner to find it in worse shape than it had ever been in. She stands there in stunned silence, then, with a small sigh, she turns away from it to walk towards Calico's apartment.

Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 8:02 pm
He perks up slightly. Pointed ears, oddly colored hair. Maybe it was just some new-age stand out thing, but the mutant had a hunch that it was more.
Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't mess this one up.
He jogs noisily out from his hiding place and slows to a walk just behind the girl.
He's quite a bit taller then her, just over six inches more. Despite his height, he doesn't really look threatening. He's two thin and gangly to really cause any damage.
"Hello."

Posted by Talon on 9/17/2001, 8:07 pm
She could hear him coming as soon as he moved from his hiding place, and she listens, following his approach cautiously without seeming to. When he comes up behind her she turns instinctively, watching him closely with red-orange and silver eyes.
"Hi."

Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 8:12 pm
He grins slightly. With eyes like those, she's almost certainly a mutant.
The smile on his face doesn't quite make it through all his features. His near-black crimson eyes don't look as if they've smiled in quite some time.
"Um... How are you?"

Posted by Talon on 9/17/2001, 8:16 pm
She relaxes a little, she senses (in scents and body language, not telepathy..) little or no aggression emanating from whoever this was. Her eyes blend and swirl, and finally become a yellow-green color.
"Fine, a little surprised that there's anyone around." she gives him a quizzical look as her eyes shift from grass green to a curious teal.

Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 8:21 pm
"Yeah. I was hoping..."
He quickly changes the subject, realizing that he was revealing a bit too much.
"So... you're a mutant?"

Posted by Talon on 9/17/2001, 8:26 pm
Her face hardens somewhat. Even though she still feels no aggression on his part, she is careful. Her eyes flash yellow-orange "Are you?" fresh in her mind are the horrors of the Lab, and if what she keeps hearing is even remotely correct, she didn't want to get captured again. No matter what the cost. If she comes off cold or untrusting, it isn't her fault, and she most likely doesn't realize it; she's acting in her best interests because that's what her instincts tell her.

Posted by Gavin on 9/17/2001, 11:42 pm
He shrugs apologetically.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
He rubs a hand over his eyes, bringing attention to the three reddish-brown dots around each of his eyes.
A look of embarrassed sheepishness comes over his face.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything..."
The boy stuffs his hands into his pockets and carefully eyes the pavement between their shoes.
"Um, I'm Gavin." This seems to be said more to his shoes than to Talon.

Posted by Talon on 9/18/2001, 12:44 pm
She almost laughs, but does smile, some of the caution melting away from her eyes, leaving them grassy green again. "Talon." she winces inwardly at how used she had become to using her callsign instead of her real name.

Posted by Gavin on 9/18/2001, 8:25 pm
He looks up a bit, a half grin spread easily over his features.
"So, what are your powers... Talon?"

Posted by Talon on 9/19/2001, 1:28 pm
She considers a moment before responding, "C'mon," and leads him into the rubble that was the diner, looking around quickly to make sure no one was in sight. Satisfied that she wouldn't be seen, she opens her massive wings. They materialize the instant she wills them open, and spread out in the warm air, sunlight glinting off silver tipped primaries. She smiles and stretches luxuriously, looking up at her lovely wings. Then she turns back to Gavin, the contented smile still on her lips and in her deep green eyes "How about you?" she seats herself, folds one wing into nothingness and turns to preen the other.

Posted by Gavin on 9/19/2001, 7:36 pm
He looks first suprised, then confused, then slightly disappointed, somehow.
"I..." He hesitates, not sure exactly what to do in response to her question.

Posted by Talon on 9/19/2001, 7:52 pm
She waits, calmly preening her feathers. She scents his various reactions, but pays them no mind.

Posted by Gavin on 9/19/2001, 8:14 pm
"Well... I can... Cast webs and... become a spider, I guess."
From the way he says it, he really doesn't think that's anything to be proud of.

Posted by Talon on 9/19/2001, 8:20 pm
She blinks and her eyes swirl with impressed rainbows "Wow," and is curious about his tone of voice "Why aren't you more... pleased?" She knows it isn't the right word, but can't think of a better one. Her eyes shift to a teal-brown of contented curiosity and she cocks her head "I know it's hard sometimes to fit in, but at least you can hide your... differences.. easily." This is more the real Talon, Mirrim. Shy, but friendly.

Posted by The two... on 9/18/2001, 2:37 pm
Tracker roams the streets, looking for possible employment. After the labs had started gathering mutants, he usually stayed in his protective sheild, safe from anything and everything. That, however, was no way to find a job. He sighs inwardly. He'd had no mony for food since their previous employer had ended their contract. Not that it bothered him. All he had to do is stroll into a store, or anything else for that matter, and take what he needed. Changeling could take care of herself.
He shudders at the thought of his partner, trapped in the dark untill sunset. He didn't mind her weekly 'nights out', but it creeped him out. He wasn't normally so squemish, but this hapened to intrude in on his security: if she was possible, then other vampires could be around... He shivers again, and turns to head for 'their' building, still invisible to sight and sense.

Changeling broods in her corner, annoyed that Tracker could go out now, but she couldn't. It was times like these, when she was practically starvig to death (even though she couldn't die of starvation) that she truly hated being what she is. Sometimes she wishes she had let Memory take her pain away when they had fought, but then again, she couldn't leave Tracker to his own devices. He could make the same mistake she had, so many centuries ago...
She looks up when her partner enters the dark room, her eyes shining eerily orange in the little light there is. "Well?" she asks in leu of greeting.
He grimaces "Nothing. Not even a possibilty." he slumps into the only chair in the small room with a sigh. Changeling shrugs and returns to her thoughts.
Together they wait for sunset...

*wanders*
Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 7:32 pm
After finding the diner in ruins she just drifts over the city, wondering if she'll see anybody she knows. Where are you guys, anyway? Sighs.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 7:37 pm
The green cat mutant is perched high above the street, watching the traffic below.

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 7:41 pm
Spotting Oblivion below, she recalls what happened last time she met him. Oh great! She settles above a building on the other side of the street, slightly taller than the one he's on, and waits to see what he's doing or if he notices her.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 7:51 pm
He sits with his legs tucked up to his chest with his arms wrapped around his knees and his tail curled around his feet with his head resting on his knees. He's staring down at the traffic below, without much interest in anything else around him. In fact, he almost looks... sad?

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 7:54 pm
Tilts her head curiously, blinking and watching. He seems so lonely! She felt the urge to go and ask what was wrong, but her logical side cuaght up with her. You know what he'll do to you! You wouldn't even make it across the street wihtout him dampening you!
She just sighed and kept watching..

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 7:58 pm
He continues watching the traffic below. He cheers up a bit when he senses a new mutant power go by below, going so far as to lift his head off his knees. Then he scowls, sighing and his head falls back to his knees. His eyes close and his ears flip back. Oblivion is just not a happy camper at the moment.

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 8:01 pm
Wonders How can somebody hate so much? Eveerybody must have a weakness somewhere, what's his? Why does he just hate? she shakes her head, watching him stare at the cars. Eventually, out of boredom, she watches them too, but looking up now and then to make sure Oblivion's still there.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 8:05 pm
He continues to watch, counting all the red cars that go by out of bordom. He looks a lot younger when he's curled up in a little ball.

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 8:08 pm
Wonders how old he really is. Is he one of those mutants that doesn't age? she struggles to push back the thoughts that tell her This is going nowhere! Counts blue cars.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 8:14 pm
Another mutant goes past, and he raises his head, trying to see what the person looks like, more out of curiousity then out of any chance of actually seeing them. He stops dead as he realizes that there's another mutant signature. He was so intent on scanning the signatures below that he didn't even bother to look across the street! With snarl of surprise he looks at the figure sitting on the building across from him. He snarls again when he recognises the signature. He leaps from the ledge, disappearing onto the roof.

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 8:17 pm
Blinks Well, so much for a welcome. She wonders if she should follow...
Hovers off the roof and lands on the ledge of "Oblivion's" building. So far, so good. looks around.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/11/2001, 8:29 pm
He's completely disappeared. There's no sign of the green mutant on the roof. Of course, he could just be invisible....

Posted by Alysa on 10/11/2001, 8:32 pm
Sighs, Ah, well, at least he's not in some war mode. Settles a short distance above the ledge of the roof but keeps looking.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 8:54 pm
Meanwhile Oblivion is sitting on the air conditioner unit, scowling. This made the perfect end to his day.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 8:57 pm
Begins wandering around the roof, eventually returning back where she started to keep hovering and staring at the cars, but now her back's to the main roof part....

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:01 pm
He scowls at her back, wishing that would just go away. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:05 pm
What if he's left already? You shouldn't be waiting around here for the whole day, go find the others!
Pushes the nagging thoughts aside and counts more blue cars.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:10 pm
He continues to scowl at her back, trying to think up some way to be rid of her. He just wanted to be left alone.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:13 pm
Gets bored, so she drifts to the other side and flotas down to the ground in an alleyway.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:16 pm
Gives a sigh of relief, loosing the invisibility he scrambles down from the Air Conditioner and heads the opposite direction .

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:17 pm
Hears, the AC being scrambled off of. Floats back up to investigate and see who's on the roof...

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:20 pm
He disappears as he leaps the ledge and throws himself over. It's a fifty story drop down..

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:25 pm
Sees just the tip of him as he jumps. She rushes over to the other edge to see if he's all right, or if he at least made the jump alive.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:33 pm
He's perched on the side of the wall, less then a foot from her face. With a snarl that's as much surprise as anger he lashes out, claws extended.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:37 pm
"Gah! Shoot!" Falls back, a long scratch along the cheek. She fingers it quickly, to see how bad the bleeding is, then throws a smallish rock (that just so happened to be on the roof at that time) over the ledge, seeing what she hits.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:42 pm
The rock bounces off Oblivion's head, startling another snarl from him. He moves from his perch on the wall, jumps the ledge and lands on the roof in a crouch. "Why can't you people just leave me alone!" He snarls, sounding more like a little kid then his usual ice cold self.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:46 pm
Raises an eyebrow, not expecting to hear these words come out of his mouth. She back away a little bit, looking startled. "Is that what you want right now. To be alone? Secluded from the world you can't avoid but run into?" even wonders why she's saying anything.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:50 pm
"Yes!" He practically snarls the word. "If everyone would just leave me alone I would be perfectly fine!"

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 9:53 pm
Backs away soem more, not sure what to say. "And you think everyone will leave you alone? What about the norms, those who want to capture you and study you.." emphasizes the last part "Even those who want to be your friends?" Glares.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 9:59 pm
"No. I figured that out long ago." His tone is bitter.
He breaks out laughing at that last bit, it's not a completely sane laugh. "Friends?! I have no friends. Norms don't want to make friends with some one green, and no mutant will make friends with someone who can leech their powers from their body, leaving them completely helpless. I've been betrayed too many times to have any friends." The last sentence is said in an undertone.
He grins cockily at her glare, showing his teeth. This was something he was used to, this was something he could deal with.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 10:02 pm
"You need to learn to trust. There are those who would be your friend if you could learn to trust them, and realize with an open mind that not all of the world is against you. Some people just got bad first impressions I imagine. Trust, Oblivion, it's something in this world that a lot of people need to learn." Along with being nice...
Stops glaring and just looks at him with a questioning glance.

Posted by Oblvion on 10/12/2001, 10:04 pm
He starts laughing again.
"The world is against me."

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 10:06 pm
"Are you so sure? Can you prove that? Can you even prove that I'm totally against you? Maybe you're not, but I'm willing to give more than just one chance with somebody..." she's begining to get freaked out by the insanity that Oblivion seems to harness inside himself.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 10:09 pm
He grins again,"Sure I can. I've been betrayed more times then I can count." He frowns. "In fact, I'm wondering why I'm even talking to you..." He shrugs. "Possibly because I have nothing else better to do.." He answers his own question.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 10:13 pm
"And what makes you so sure that this time would be the same? Are you so postitive you'd be better of onyour own, by yourself, without anybody/thing to assiciate with? Have you even thought about that yet?" She ignores the last statement.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 10:17 pm
"Why wouldn't it?" He raises his eyebrows at this.
"Personally I'd rather be on my own then dead. For some strange reason people are always trying to kill me..." His tone is a 'and I don't have any idea why', but it's also sarcastic.

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 10:21 pm
"Because not everybodies the same, and not everybody will treat the situation the same." Hopes that's a good enough reason, tries to think of a better one.
"I wouldn't know, you might though. Seeing how you might always treat situations like you did in the diner." Pauses, struggling the second words out carefully "I'm sorry."

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 10:26 pm
"They all seem to act the same to me, or maybe the term should be re-act the same to me.."
He laughs again, shrugging it off. "True, true... No need to apologise, after all the best defense is a good offense. I'm just a little more ahead then most."

Posted by Alysa on 10/12/2001, 10:28 pm
"You might be more open to change then that..." She has a bit of a teasing look when she says this.
"In what way?" Confused and raised-eyebrow look.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/12/2001, 10:33 pm
"Change? What is Change?" He says, matching her tone and raising an eyebrow in answer. He looks perfectly serious, but the amused glint in his eyes give him away.
He pointedly doesn't answer the other question, it appears he doesn't want to talk about it.

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:11 pm
Stares and thinks for a moment.... "Something that you have no control over. Some call it fate, and it can sweep you off your feet and place you wherever it desires. It makes people and places different over time, and it happens. You just can't stop it." she shrugs, knowing this wasn't the answer he wanted or even if he wanted an answer.
She leaves that subject alone.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:14 pm
He laughs again, this one actually sounds half sane.

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:16 pm
Tilts her head again, but shrugs. "Well? What's so funny?"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:20 pm
"Ah, sarcasm, my one true friend." He starts laughing again.

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:22 pm
"And what makes you sure that won't betray you?"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:24 pm
He chuckles. " Ah, you are good, aren't you? It already has in a way, but I don't mind.."

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:29 pm
"You don't seem to mind much...." pauses, "But thank you for the compliment, I suppose. It seems you've been delt a bad hand of cards though, doesn't it?"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:33 pm
"Yes it does.." He ponders this for a moment.

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:35 pm
"But you don't seem to mind that much, you just go on thinking the rest of the world has better cards. You might want to remember that there are people who are worse off." she stops, waiting for a reply.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:38 pm
"Oh yes, they could have a family, or be popular... Or some other such horror!"

Posted by Alysa on 10/17/2001, 9:42 pm
"It's all in the eye of the beholder." she's hurt by the fact that he considers a family bad, since she had lost hers. "In your situation though, remember that there are those in labs, being tortured, and those who have even died from the acts of others. You seem to have none of these problems though; it's not all bad..."

Posted by Oblivion on 10/17/2001, 9:44 pm
"None of?!" He starts laughing, this time it's no where near sane. "Not all bad??"

Posted by Alysa on 10/20/2001, 10:09 pm
"Well, you're still here. I don't see wires or needles sticking out of you. And since I don't belive there's a mob of people behind me... you're in good shape from where I see it." she looks at him, "Do you see my point? If you think the glass is more than half empty, look again!"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/20/2001, 10:12 pm
"I'm here because no one has managed to catch me yet." He chuckles. "By the time I've looked again, someone's finished the rest of my drink and the glass is completely empty."

Posted by Alysa on 10/20/2001, 10:15 pm
"Well, they haven't manged to catch any of us yet, it's not just you." listens to his last part "But it somehow manages to refill itself doesn't it? How else could they empty it? Think, how does it become full again if your life is just misery?"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/20/2001, 10:20 pm
"Simply put, it doesn't. The glass was emptied long ago and has staid that way ever since."

Posted by Alysa on 10/20/2001, 10:22 pm
"So, you've never felt happiness, joy, pride, etc? You're life is one big whorlpool of pain and suffering?"

Posted by Oblivion on 10/20/2001, 10:24 pm
"Basically, yup, that about sums it up!" He flashes a smile that's more a grimace then anything else.

Posted by Alysa on 10/20/2001, 10:31 pm , in reply to "Re: *sighs*"
"Don't you think you're over exagerating?" scolding voice. Just then a voice comes from down below. "Hey Mack, come here! There's somebody on the roof!" Alysa freezes, slipping as low to the ground as she can.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/20/2001, 10:33 pm
He pretends to ponder this for a moment. "Let me think about it. No, I'm not."
When he hears the shout he glares at Alysa like it's all her fault.

Posted by Alysa on 10/20/2001, 10:36 pm
Rolls her eyes.
Whispers, "Yeah, what did I do? You were here before I was! And you were also talking..."
The man begins to climb the ladder, sending the other back for reinforcements.

Posted by Oblivion on 10/20/2001, 10:40 pm
"If you hadn't been here I would be long gone!" He snarls in a whisper.

Posted by Alysa on 11/17/2001, 5:54 pm
"Oh well, arguing is not going to help us now!" braces herself as the man and a few of his friends have reached the top. They pause with shock at the sight of a hovering teen and a green mutant cat...

Posted by Oblivion on 11/17/2001, 5:59 pm
He snarls, whether it's an answer to Alysa comment or a reaction to the people on the roof is unknown. A bit of venom drips down his fangs.

Posted by Alysa on 11/17/2001, 6:04 pm
Norms: One of the men carries a gun. He carries it and points threateningly.
The other men run at a charge towards the mutants.
Alysa: Kicks one of them, and twists the arms of another. "Watch the gun, I don't think he knows how to use it anyway."

Posted by Oblivion on 11/17/2001, 6:16 pm
His answer is a wordless snarl. Leaping out of the way of the charging norms a ball of fire forms in his palms. With an almost careless toss he throws it at the guy with the gun. It melts the firearm, splattering molten metal on those nearby.

Posted by Alysa on 11/17/2001, 6:18 pm
Shrugs and does more kick and punches until three men are unconscious on the roof. More still come up the ladder, even people who are not working at the building.

Posted by Oblivion on 11/17/2001, 6:24 pm
He blasts his way to the ladder, not caring who or what he blasts. With another snarl he blasts the ladder. Reducing it to molten metal that showers on the growing crowd below.

Posted by Alysa on 11/20/2001, 7:37 pm
Dodges random blasts. "Hey!" Keeps the men on the roof off his tail. They all are shocked at the melted ladder. "Well, it's efficient!"
Another man with a gun AND a ladder starts climbing the roof. You never stop, do you? Sighs.

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:32 pm
Oblvion snarls again, more venom dripping of his fangs. If this situation got any worse he'd start using them, and as annoyed as he was now he'd probably end up killing someone. The man with the gun and the ladder disappears in a giant fireball.

Posted by Alysa on 12/10/2001, 7:32 pm
Stares in amazement, not realizing they are becoming severly outnumbered. "Umm, Oblivion, I have to interrupt your moment and all, but the odds are about 10 to one on this roof right now.."

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:33 pm
"I pity them." Another giant fireball takes out another five guys.

Posted by Alysa on 12/10/2001, 7:34 pm
Alysa shrugs and continues to kick and knock out members of the mob, trying to avoid hurting someone in the small space she has.
The mob starts to realize Oblivion is more of a threat then the strange floating girl and start to surround him... SWAT team arrives.

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:36 pm
Oblivion quite oblivously doesn't care who he hurts. Several members are down with sevear burns, and more are going down with every blast. He grins when the SWAT team arrives. Their armor wouldn't do much against his fireballs.

Posted by Swat team on 12/10/2001, 7:41 pm
Is wearing fire-proof suits and carrying titanium shielding (Oooh ahh). Start firing tranquilizers into the mess, and trying to take people off the roof, in stretchers or not.

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:42 pm
Oblivion just laughs, enjoying the challenge. He changes to ice and starts freezing the SWAT team to the roof, cackling insanely the whole time.

Posted by Swat team on 12/10/2001, 7:43 pm
A stray tranquilizer dart hit right in Oblivions neck. Alysa cringes...

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:46 pm
The green mutant blinks, his hand going to the dart embedded in his neck. For a moment he looks like he’s about to start blasting people with ice again, but then he first effects of the tranquilizer hit and he staggers. Realizing he’s in trouble the green mutant uses what concious time he has left to transport himself away, leaveing Alysa in the middle of the mob without an ally.

Posted by Alysa on 12/10/2001, 7:49 pm
"Ummm, see ya!" dodges darts and flying objects and flies off the premesis, leaving a roof of chaos and a broken AC behind...

Posted by Oblivion on 12/10/2001, 7:50 pm
Oblivion lands hard on the roof of the apartment building beside the rubble that was once the diner. He has enough time to drag himself behind the AC unit on the roof before he blacks out.

Update 2021
Posted by GM2 on 10/13/2001, 4:31 am
Okay, here's the deal. The government can no longer keep the truth from the people. on September 11, copycat terrorists bombed the 911 memorial. They destroyed power centers throughout the nation, throwing hundreds of cities into darkness, and hundreds more into massive power shortages.
Not only that, but our nation's resources are declining rapidly. Oil and gasoline, becoming limited twenty years ago, are now in short supply and great demand. Global warming as dramatically changed growing conditions. Kansas has begun to look more like a desert then anything else.
This is causing shortages in grain products, causing prices to skyrocket.
Depression presses in our nation from all sides.
With no diner to continue visiting, very few choices remain for the mutants of our remote New York city. Something must be done. Something will be.
Keep an eey out for the articles in The NY Clarity. This local paper will try to keep the citizens of our town updated on the events affectiong our Nation.
The world is about to change.

Wander the streets..
Posted by Kat and Kanga on 10/13/2001, 2:13 pm
Watching the people around the somewhat nervously. Kat has her hood pulled up and her hands tucked into her bunny hug so she looks fairly normal. However nothing can hide Kanga's mutations. Even with her hood pulled up and a pair of baggy pants on, she can't disguise her Kangaroo hop-stride.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 2:23 pm
Just up ahead from where Kanga and Kat are a black jackal like mutant is pestering a few norms. When one of them fires a gun he laughs much like a hyena and grabs the gun. "Interesting.." he bends the gun then grins, showing his sharp teeth to the norms. It takes less then a second to scare them all off, they didn't want to deal with a mutant who had overly sharp teeth.
He chuckles to himself, "Leaving so soon?"
He doesn't seem to notice the norms staring at him from across the street, let alone Kanga and Kat.

Posted by Kat and Kanga on 10/13/2001, 2:27 pm
Kat blinks when she hears the laugh. "What the heck was that?" She asks Kanga quietly.
The roo mutant shrugs. "I dunno, wana go look?"
Kat studies the other side of the street nervously. "Do you think that's a good idea?"
Kanga shrugs again.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 2:40 pm
Fang grins before turning his attention to the norms on the opposite side of the street. He smirks, an utter look of mischief covering his features.

Posted by Kat and Kanga on 10/13/2001, 2:42 pm
They blink, not quite sure how to react to this.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 2:45 pm
He turns around, looking straight at Kanga and Kat with seemingly lifeless eyes. His smirk looking quite evil.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 2:47 pm
They blink.
"I think we're in trouble.." Says Kat.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 2:51 pm
He grins from ear to ear before leaping forward and running on all fours, right towards the two mutants.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 2:55 pm
Kat gives a startled squeak and goes to move out of the way. Kanga hops out of Fangs path.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:01 pm
He runs right by, skiding to a stop about 20 feet away. Howling he turns around and tries again, this time his metal claws scratching against the cement as he runs.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 3:13 pm
Seeing that he's about to try again Kat goes up the nearest vertical suface. Kanga bounces nervously, wondering who he's going to go after.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:20 pm
Again he laughs like a hyena, only seconds before lunging at Kanga.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 3:24 pm
She bounces straigh up, going over his head to land behind Fang. She hauls out a small cylinder and hits a button making it extend. Kat watches from her perch on the building.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:27 pm
Upon landing on the other side he yelps. Doing a summersault he turns around to face Kanga, his gold rimmed eyes looking her over. He growls when he notices the cylinder.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 3:42 pm
The cylinder is now a long slim staff, Kanga is watching him as closely as he's watching her.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:45 pm
He suddenly jerks to the right then stops, testing to see what Kanga's reaction is to fast movements.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 3:48 pm , in reply to "Re: Wander the streets.."
She takes a small leap back and readies her staff.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:50 pm
Grinning he relaxes, "You're a quick one." He eyes her staff, "But you depend on a staff, why?" The threat of him attacking Kanga seems to have passed for the moment.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 3:53 pm
Eyes him warrily. "Because it's what I know." Kat watches them both from her perch.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 3:56 pm
Narrows his eyes, "No offensive mutation?" He looks at Kat out of the side of his eye, the look of mischeif back on his face.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 4:06 pm
"I'm one big offensive mutation.."

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:09 pm
Turns his attention back to Kanga. "Oh really?" He waits for some proof.

Posted by Kanga on 10/13/2001, 4:12 pm
"Yup." She's not planning to take off her hood, there where too many people around to see.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:17 pm
He looks disappointed, his eyes move over to Kat. "What about you?"
He crosses his arms, waiting.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 4:22 pm
"Ditto." She says cheerfully while jumping from the wall to land neatly on the street.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:32 pm
He looks at Kat, "I suppose you're going to hide aswell?" Glances at the norms walking past who stare as they walk pass, after all a 6ft anthro like jackal wasn't exactly normal.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 4:34 pm
She looks around. "Yes, I think so. It's not easy being green."

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:38 pm
"Green?" Smirks, interest flashing in his almost white eyes. He scratches his neck with his metal claws, he's still waiting.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 4:39 pm
Her hooded head bobs. "Yup, green.."

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:44 pm
Again the look of disappointment crosses his face. He needed some excitement....Turning he faces a few norms that seem to hiding in a nearby store. The famillar smirk appearing right away.

Posted by Kat and Kanga on 10/13/2001, 4:50 pm
They watch silently..

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 4:57 pm
He looks at Kat and Kanga, then back to the store, then once more at the two. The smirk now an evil grin.
The grin fades for a moment, "What did you say your names were?"

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 5:05 pm
"We didn't." Says Kanga.
"I'm Kat, she's Kanga.." Answers Kat.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:14 pm
"Hmmm...Two K's." The grin returns on his face, "Name's Fang."
Suddenly he breaks into a run, leaping right through the store's window. Upon landing inside he shifts into an actual black jackal.
The norms inside quickly race for any way out of the store, some even running off towards Kat and Kanga in an attempt to escape the mutant.
Fang growls, chasing any norm who hasn't fled already.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 5:20 pm
Kat blinks, Kanga just accpets this name.
Kat watches, more then a little worried as the norms go racing out of the store. Kanga sits, watching a smile on her face. She found it funny.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:24 pm
All the norms have raced out of the store except for the one Fang's chasing around in circles.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 5:27 pm
Kat steps forward, but she's pulled back as Kanga grabs her arm. Kat blinks at her friend, surprised and annoyed. "Come on, we should go help!"
Kanga scowls at her. "Why should we? Soceity in general hates us."
Kat sighs, "But that person's never done anything to us!"
Kanga continues to scowl. "How do you know?"
Kat continues to stare at her. Finally Kanga gives in. "All right, fine." She growls.
Kat heads to the rescue. "Leave the poor norm alone, Fang!"

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:33 pm
He doesn't seem to hear Kat, or he's ignoring her. Racing around the store he blocks all the exits, he was having to much fun to let this norm escape.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 5:36 pm
She bounces towards the door, trying to open it and let the guy out. Kanga is a little behind.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:39 pm
Fang leaps at the man when he tries to run towards the door, promptly making him fall to the ground, but the man doesn't seem to be phased by the fall since he's too scared to care.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 5:42 pm
Continues to open the doorway so that if the guy did get up he could get out.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:46 pm
Fang falls over, chuckling as best a jackal can as the guy crawls out the door.

Posted by Kat on 10/13/2001, 5:48 pm
She watches the guy scramble to his feet and take off down the street. Then turning back to Fang she steps into the small shop, absently picking up a large bag of M'n'M's and opening them. "What was that all about?"

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 5:54 pm
He shifts back to his jackal anthro like self before looking at Kat. Grinning he gets up, "I've seen norms pestering mutants like that, so why can't a mutant pester a norm in the same way?"
Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 5:59 pm
"Because the norms have this obession with guns." Kanga says from the doorway.
Kat frowns back at her friend, before answering Fang. "Because it's wrong, on both accounts."
Kanga can't help snickering at her friends nieve answer.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 6:05 pm
He smirks, "Ah well, whats done is done." He doesn't regret doing what he just did, it was fun. "Eh...At least they make hasty retreats..," chuckles when he thinks about how fast the norm crawled out the door.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 6:08 pm
Kanga laughs. "True enough."
Kat frowns at her friend, but it doesn't last long. She really shouldn't find it amusing, but watching that older man in a suit crawl out of the door was kinda funny..

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 6:14 pm
Smirking he looks over the stuff in the store. "Anyone hungry?" He grins at the isle of candy and the sodas at the back.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 6:15 pm
Kat holds up her bag of M'n'M's. "I'm fine, thanks."
Kanga eyes the soda's hungrily.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 6:26 pm
"Alright," he helps himself to a bag of zesty doritos and a can of pepsi.

Posted by The Duo on 10/13/2001, 6:35 pm
Kat continues to munch on her M'n'M's. Kanga bounces through the store, grabbing things off the shelves. Where she's putting them is a mystery.

Posted by Fang on 10/13/2001, 10:51 pm
Munches happily on his doritos when his curiousity hits him, "What were you two doing out on the streets anyway?"

Posted by The Duo on 10/14/2001, 4:14 pm
Kat shrugs. "Wandering mostly."

Posted by Fang on 10/14/2001, 6:02 pm
"Ah. I see." He just nods and opens his pepsi can. About two seconds later the last bit of glass on the window falls to the ground, causing the silent alarm to be tripped.

Posted by A strange 16 year old on 9/29/2001, 10:44 am
Her long, braided, dark red hair swinging around her ankles as she walks down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket. A sword lies slantways across her back but anyone looking at her wouldn't think she could handle a sword. Her clothing seems to be similar to those of a character from an old anime show that came on in the year 2000. As she walks she looks around, green eyes watching the empty street and sidewalk's for a sign of anything.

Brrr...
Posted by Raze on 11/10/2001, 12:32 am
Raze's outlandish clothing is covered by the tattered trenchcoat pulled close to his body against the fall chill. The air tonight holds more than a hint of winter's bite.
The only peice of Raze's clothing that shows is a pair of bright yellow rain boots. Even their color doesn't show up well in the pitch black street - another rolling power loss has claimed this section of city. Still, the teenager walks unhampered, as if it was the middle of the day.
After a while of walking, he slips inside a doorless, gutted warehouse that looks as if it should have been condemned two years ago.
Inside is nothing more than a few old wooden boxes and scatttered papers. After standing in the doorway for a few moments, he seems to decide something and walks inside, humming. From his trenchcoat he pulls a large bedroll and a rediculously large and overstuffed pillow. How he got those things to fit inside that thin, threadbare jakcket is anyone's guess.
After arranging these items near the back of the building, as far from the cutting wind as possible, he sits in front of one of the boxes, removes a deck of cards from a pocket, and begins dealing them up in a complex solitaire set. For once, he removes the ruby red sunglasses that nearly never leave his face and begins playing, not bothering to find a light. He can see fine.

Posted by Alex on 11/10/2001, 11:06 am
The boy shivers as the strange man walks by his hiding spot. He had thought no one would be around, especially at this time of night and with the power going out....
Curious, the small boy follows, keeping to a distance until he sees the young man enter the warehouse. Looking quickly around, a nervous expression on his face, he darts inside, immediatly taking to the shadows of a far wall to watch the man play some unknown card game without a light.
The boy, too, could see perfectly.

Posted by Raze on 11/10/2001, 5:23 pm
The movement at the door catches Raze's eye. With a fumbling movement, he smashes the sunglassesd back onto his face and looks over at the boy. After a good natured wave and smile, he turns back to his game, glaring down at a card that doesn't seem to be cooperating with his plans.

Posted by Alexander the small... on 11/10/2001, 5:43 pm
The boy blinks in surprise that he was discovered, but beams and waves back, scooting closer to peer at the cards.
The boy is dressed in clothes that are definitily in an archaic style: burgundy breeches and a crisp tunic and loose white shirt. His eyes are strange, like a creamy gold, almost like honey. His hair is dark and his skin is a medium tone.

Posted by Raze on 11/10/2001, 5:47 pm
After a few more moments, he drags his eyes away from the cards and runs a hand through his unruly dusky blond hair.
"Hey kid." His voice carries a strong southern drawl, for the moment.
He takes in the strange eyes and clothing from eyes shrouded by ruby lenses without a second glance.
"Nice night, huh?"
He moves a few cards to different rows and draws another from the deck, studying it carefully.

Posted by Alex on 11/10/2001, 5:53 pm
"Yeah," the boy says, wide eyed in taking the stranger's even stranger clothes in. His voice has an unidentified accent to it, almost as if he had grown up in several different countries and time periods...but that couldn't be right, could it? I mean, he only looked about six or seven years old....
"Whatcha playing?"

Posted by Raze on 11/10/2001, 6:00 pm
When he spoke again at last, his drawl had diminished greatly, now barely noticable.
"Um... solitaire-fish-war-blackjack. It's fun. I think I'm about to win though." He placed another card and gave a triumphant little shout. "You are so loosing this, man." There really doesn't seem to be anyone else there...

Posted by Alex on 11/10/2001, 6:22 pm
He looked around, wonderingly, and then laughed as he saw no one was around. Who was this strange man? He was like no one else he had met before. So, why not ask?
"I've never heard of it," he said, but his voice showed that perhaps he believed that there could be a game called that. "What's your name?"

Posted by Raze on 11/10/2001, 6:34 pm
He played a few more cards, very quickly, then grinned happily, revealing lion-like canines on the left side of his mouth.
"Hah! I win! You never could beat me at solitaire-fish-war-blackjack!"
He remembers the little boy again and answers. "I'm Raze. What's yours?"

Posted by Alex on 11/10/2001, 9:46 pm
At Raze's triumph, he covers an amused smile with one small hand. Then he caught sight of the fangs and his eyes widened, suddenly uncomfortable but not in the least afraid.
"I'm Alexander the Small," he said, quickly getting over his discomfort, "but my friends call me Alex."
He looked down at the cards and then back up at Raze. "Are you a mutant? Because I did not think a human could win that game." He smiled boyishly and quickly went on. "Will you teach me how to play? I'm part mutant, too! One eighth to be exact," he declared proudly.

Posted by Raze on 11/11/2001, 12:23 pm
He begins to push the cards into an untidy pile at the middle of the table, then shuffles them back into a stack.
He nods as the boy gives his name. "Well, you certainly are."
"Well... um... sort of, yeah. I'm a mutant." By this time, the drawl is nearly gone. "I dunno, I don't think a human's ever tried to play..." The teen scratches his head, thinking. "Nope, none ever have. One eighth mutant, huh? What's the rest of you?"
He seems to have forgotten about Alex's request to learn the game, because he's now sending the cards shooting back and forth between his hands in a fancy bridge shuffle.

Posted by Alex on 11/12/2001, 4:59 pm
He seemed unphased by Raze's absentmindedness, perhaps even taking to it gladly as if he were relieved that someone was not always watching him, always measuring him.
"I am--" he started proudly, but then suddenly his creamy golden eyes unfocused, his jaw clenched, and his small hands became fists in his lap as he cut off abruptly.
He stood up suddenly as his eyes focused once more, but his gaze rested on something just above and to the right of them, unseen in the darkness. He fidgeted a moment then said urgently and all in a rush, "I-I must go. Mummy says I should not talk to p-people--and--it is time to go visit my aunt."
He turned and darted out the shadowy doorway with a hurried "Au revoir," said in a shaky voice that perhaps did not know he had switched languages.

Posted by Raze on 11/12/2001, 8:55 pm
He squinted, the expression unseen behind the stylish shades, and gave a little nod of farewell.
"All right, have fun."
With that, he stuffs the cards into a pocket and heads towards his little sleeping arrangement, turning the short encounter over in his mind.

The NY Clarity
Posted by that little newpaper stand on 11/12/2001, 10:55 am
A teen hauls a stack of bound papers out to the bins in front of the shop. He unties them, filling the Clarity's bin with the morning edition. He goes back in, grabs a backpack, and heads out again, melting in with the crowd...
THE NY CLARITY seems thicker this morning. One passerby picks a copy up and opens it wide. A huge color photo of a desert covers the front page. The caption, though, reads "The planes of Kansas?" Other articles scream out headlines of pressing depression and power failures..... for all.

Breaks away from the crowd of kids...
Posted by A teen girl on 11/12/2001, 11:17 am
streaming toward the local, rebuilt, high school, heading out onto the street. Her butt length red hair streams out behind this high fashion chic, and she heads toward one of the better know break-away dance clubs. A friend calls out to her, and she answers with a yell, breaking into a trot to make better time.

The sound of wheels on pavement…
Posted by Calvin on 11/16/2001, 1:44 am
The sound of wheels on pavement…
... echoes down an alleyway, announcing Calvin's presence. He executes a rather impressive Impossible over an overturned trashcan, then swerves a couple times to avoid garbage in his way. A few minutes later, he emerges from another street and keeps skating, right through the open door of a small food mart/gas station.
A few moments later, he backs out of the store, holding his board defensively in front of him as if to ward off the angry, heavyset proprietor, who looks as if he’s had previous experience with Calvin. “Dude, dude, sorry! Jeeze!” He exaggeratedly sets the board on the ground, waits for the owner to lead, then quickly runs inside again, emerging moments later with a full plastic grocery bag. With a tap of one Vans-clad foot, he rights the skateboard, jumps on, grinds rebelliously over one of the parking bumps, and keeps skating.
After a while of wandering aimlessly about, he heads through the entrance to the park, showing off with a few little board flips to a gaggle of teenage girls standing beside the sidewalk. A few of them giggle, one snorts in annoyance, and a third gives a joking little whistle. Passing this all off with a laugh, he keeps on going until he reaches his favorite bench and sits down, well worn skateboard resting beneath his feet, plastic bag in his lap.
The teen then proceeds to unload a plastic bottle of root beer, a huge bag of spicy tortilla chips, a rather sloppily put together deli sandwich (he must have made it himself in the store), and a handful of various candy bars. The bag’s still not empty, but he seems content with the food he has for the moment. Rolling his board back and forth absently, he starts on the sandwich, munching away happily.