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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2017 12:01:02 GMT -5
[ I gottcha lol It's summer, parrtteeeeehhhhh inside, with a nice book and maybe a drink of choice. Hope you have fun! ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 12, 2017 12:47:24 GMT -5
《 hello hello, i'm back and mostly still in one piece how are things? 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 13, 2017 7:24:31 GMT -5
[ Hey! Welcome back lol Everything is cool here, did some stuff to get started for school and whatnot. How about you? ] [ Typing up that long awaited reply cause I sure did procrastinate ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 13, 2017 8:23:54 GMT -5
What did she say? Boone could barely make out a word Vertigo said....which was odd since when these strangers spoke...he could hear them clearly as if the noise only stopped for them. Well not stopped but dulled enough to which he could understand them. Boone flinched when Vertigo seemed to slump, the nerves that were already on edge flared at the thought that these crazy cult evil people...things had something to do with it. But at the same time he felt like there was nothing to worry about, considering the people around them didn't seem all that worried either. He-
Can't think
His mind felt scrambled, every thought was interrupted now at this point, he couldn't remember what he was thinking just a few seconds ago. What was it? What was this noise?! He felt more then pain now, he felt irritation slowly building to a frustration, which would lead to a anger. He's never felt...this feeling before. It was overwhelming and the more this noise buzzed on it only brought the feeling closer and closer to the surface. He wanted it to end, he wanted it to just stop and give him a-
Can't think
He let out a low growl mixed with a whine, his fingers digging into his skull as the noise buzzed on and on and on. Everyone was just standing around! Doing nothing! They were useless, just being dumb and looking at the big screen like a bunch of scared sheep. Why weren't they doing anything? They could be doing something but instead they are just doing nothing! And it angered him, he wanted them to make this stop. For a moment he thought he felt something towards his back, a whisper of a feeling, as if someone was about to touch him but...that feeling vanished just as quickly. He wanted to get to his feet and yell at them and scream. Anything to get this feeling off his chest. It was weighing down, further and further. Like his chest was being crushed slowly by a huge weight and-
I can't THINK
Vertigo was speaking again, her body coming back to life like a whip snapping it back into her. Again, he couldn't understand her clearly. Everything was just muffled and if he could just finish one th-
"Clever little girl" these weird cult people spoke once more, the figure shifting slightly as if they were placing a hand to their chin and were contemplating Vertigos words. "So did you happen to figure out what would happen if you were to stay in this spot? I'm sure the fire one is already feeling the early affects. The pain fading to this itch in the back of your head that you just can't scratch." The voice said with a tone so lazy like it was as if they were explaining something as simple as a TV plot. But the ones who weren't affected, the Alliance soldiers acted. The commander snapped out of whatever trance he was in, the fear that had settled over them had broken at Vertigo's words. Instead a new fear seemed to snap at them, as if the thought of having more super powered freaks going berserk was more frightening then having to deal with the Creep Cult on the screen. The commander once more took Vertigo's and Boone's arms and began dragging them toward one of the space carriers with the Alliance sigil printed on it. Boone could hardly pick up his own feet, he felt like snapping away from the Commander at his touch.
"Of course, it's alright to run. Running is a natural instinct. Fight or Flight...of course, flight is the only option when your choice to fight is taken away. So fly away, in an attempt to get away from what you fear is coming once more. But since the cold one, the tiny female had said....the device is too far away...for a right reason" The babbled on, the Alliance soldiers already hurrying to clean out the square of anyone else trapped underneath the rubble in an attempt to flee with the others. "The closer you are to the device, as earlier as an...example" They started, the screen cutting for a moment to view the Alliance HQ.
Boone was able to look up, even though his vision felt like it was being painted red he could make out shapes. He could make out 5 figures, 3 of which were circling 2 other figures who were on a rampage. He was in too much of a daze to figure out who exactly they were...but the two who were going berserk showed erratic behavior. More so then Boone and Vertigo. The faint scream over the speakers, strangled and in anger with a underlining message of pain came through. They were fighting the other 3, swiveling around and knocking them down, going ham on them.
The video kept going as this stranger began to speak. "The faster the effects take place. In this situation, the device was close enough to trigger this effect in just 10 minutes. But the farther you are, the slower the effects take place. The distance the device is at right now...I suggest it would take an hour and a half at most to reach this level of violence...but then again we have no idea. The device was tailored to certain heroes...not yet" The video zoomed in on a hero, this time Boone could make out details. A man with green hair, and gold tattoos lining under his eyeballs that vanished underneath the collar of his suit.
"Vizan" Boone muttered. Vizan was a high class hero...part of the heavy class because of how slow he was at times, but packed punches that could shatter a persons bones to almost dust. But also one of the calmest beings ever, hardly ever angry or remotely upset. He was...a nice guy. And a friend. "Get inside" The commander growled, being quiet most of this time, shoving the two into the carrier and sliding in himself as the pilot started the engines back up. The video was still playing he could tell, the screams from the audio ranging above all else even the noise inside of his head. Only when the door closed to the carrier did the noise get slightly muffled, the vehicle shifting as they began to ascend for an escape.
"You all can try running...but this will be everyone's fate. Soon. We'll be meeting again soon Commander...Boone. Vertigo. Have a...pleasant evening" They said, as if smiling at the idea to see them all again.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 16, 2017 21:48:08 GMT -5
《 Ugh I apologize for this short and gross rambly potato of a reply 》
It was almost worse now, having had a short reprieve from the insanity going on in her head. The first time, it had crept up, the initial shock of pain intense before gradually ramping up in a crescendo of misery. It had been a forest fire tearing through. The second shock, after Vertigo had returned to her corporeal self, was a grenade going off in her head, the blast contained within her skull. The world was whited out - sound and surroundings blurred by numbed senses. She curled in on herself, reaching out with her mind for something to hold on to as her fingers failed to find a proper purchase on the smoothly paved road beneath her. Fragments of rubble skittered under her frantic touch. What now what now what now what do I do? Not a single answer came to mind. Her thoughts were left as fragments too.
Vertigo’s eyes lifted to the screen in time to witness the video clip of earlier. Horror played another round in her stomach at the sight. These were heroes, ones she recognized from the tabloids and news stories, the real deal… only they weren't acting like heroes here. Her breathing staggered for a moment as she scanned the figures. Was that Sisu, on the screen? And Sockdolager? She remembered the pair of Alliance heroes from when they'd brought her in a year ago. She'd managed to worm her way out before making it into custody, but only after she'd been transferred out of their custody. And the green one was unmistakably Vizan… She'd followed these heroes in the news since she was an awkward teenager (though she'd never really had any average teenage years). She'd idolized them, even despite her fathers rambled lectures about the uselessness of the Alliance. Better to be able to look out for yourself and your own first, he'd say. No reasonable person would take on the responsibility of so many lives from solely the good of their heart. That had never stopped Vertigo from her quiet admiration. To see them fighting like animals like -
She was yanked to her feet by some Alliance soldier or other. No, not just any soldier; a quick glance confirmed that it was the commander, dragging her off toward a ship. Vertigo was compliant, doing her best to get her feet to coordinate to assist in her own transportation. No wait stop, get him, punch him, make a break for it, another part of her mind shouted. Don't just walk yourself to prison - fighthimbreakthemleavethem. She hushed these thoughts, conscious enough to realize the irrationality of them. To stay on this planet was to hand her mind of to a group of tyrants. Her own ship was parked too far away to reach, too far to travel in her current condition. She would feel worse about that later, when she was able to think about anything other than her current pain.
The doors of the carrier slammed shut, muffling the noise just the tiniest bit. It was like a stolen gulp of oxygen before the waves once again swept a drowning victim under. Vertigo staggered on her feet. The ground swayed beneath her. At some point she made it to a spot on the floor, curled up in a ball. She blanked out to the world.
The next few minutes - possibly hours - passed in snapshots. The carrier launched, lifting from the ground of the planet. They ascended. The view outside shifted from a scene of chaos to the vast expanse of space. Vertigo’s view of the patch of floor in front of her face from her spot on the ground remained remarkably the same. She memorized it, mapped it, recorded every grain of dirt within her memory. Around her, the ship’s systems roared in their alived-ness. As the pain in her head gradually gradually faded, she allowed them to occupy the space instead. She wrapped her mind in their comforting coding. She recited the ones and zeroes in her head, their patterns calming (it was less in her head than she thought, she was actually mumbling them quietly aloud.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 18, 2017 15:05:18 GMT -5
[ It's alright~ Mine is like a mashed potato]
Boone was not one for silence, in fact he loathed any form of silence. The silent treatment, awkward silences....empty silence. But at this moment, he was glad to hear just that. Silence, the only noises coming to his ears was Vertigos mumbling and the hum of the engine. Other then that, the noise was gone...faded away like a memory. He pried his hands from his ears, letting out a shaky sigh as his eyes finally looked up from the metal floor he's been staring at. The commander was sitting up front now, talking with the pilot as they stopped just above the planet they were just on. With a shaky hand he forced himself upwards to stand, looking back at Vertigo once more before moving towards the front. She probably needed a moment...just like he should be giving himself. But he wanted to know what happened. What happened to those heroes on the screen, to his friends. His eyes skipped upwards as he came up behind the commander and the pilot, looking out towards space with a bit of awe.
If he had been through the ordeal they all just went through, he would have considered this a peaceful sight. The space outside of the planet never seemed to be the same...the stars were always moving around and tiny specks of light that were a hue different then the others shifted with them. It was like the ocean only...a lot more vast and unknown. "You should be resting" the commander said after a moment, not even bothering to glance up at Boone. "I don't need that right now...that's what Advil is for" he answered only to get a confused look off of the pilot. Oh yeah...aliens don't have Advil in space. "I mean...I'll take something later...but right now you got to tell me what the hell just happened...what happened to Vizan and-and Sisu and the others...are they?-"
"If what you're gonna ask is if they are dead, then no. They are all fine just...being watched for now..."
"As in at a hospital or in a prison cell?" Boone countered. The commander only looked down, letting out a long sigh. "They're in the labs being tested for now...and will be transported somewhere safe for further observation...and until we know what to do with them" He looked up at Boone at last, like he was trying to convey just how hard this was for him. How hard it was to translate to Boone that the law of the Alliance still applies even to their own trusted heroes. Which only fired Boone up with a new found frustration that he thankfully could easily control this time. "But it wasn't their fault, they-"
"I know! I know it wasn't their fault exactly, but Boone...I'm in a sticky spot here. The public will grow restless if they learn that a whole bunch of Heroes just went nuts cause of some cult group wanting to purify the galaxy..." the commander said, reaching up to run a hand through his hair with a sigh to follow with. "Then planets will start to fall from the Alliance...and go to people like the Yukon...." He grumbled. "Who the hell cares about that?! People are gonna get hurt and you're worried about loosing product?" Boone said with a tone to his voice, the pilot glancing over to the hero after seeing his erm...hair flare up a bit. "Could you uh...calm down sir. Your raising the humidity levels..." The pilot asked after a moment, the little red meter on the dash board ticking slowly upwards. "Sorry sorry...." Boone apologized, letting himself 'power down' so to speak. Really all he did was let his hair turn into that normal silver shade he has grown so use to seeing.
The commander sighed, like he himself was having a hard time trying to wrap his head around this. "It isn't like that...those planets need our protection, and we can't do anything if they start dropping out from the Alliance...it would leave them open to more attacks and probably be exactly what those...freaks want" he started again, his tone said nothing but his frustration for this situation. "I will talk to the council about this but for now...for now I want you to just head home Boone. I'll give you an update on the others later." He quickly added, seeming to just leave the topic alone for now. Even though Boone wanted to know exactly what would happen, what will happen. There's no way they'll send the two heroes who started to freak out to jail but...there will be a punishment for them. He just didn't know what.
So instead Boone found himself moving away from the front and back towards where he had been, for once keeping his mouth shut. Yeah sure he could go home and-wait. He looked up once more, as if just now remembering that Vertigo was there and really...he couldn't just head home without dropping her off somewhere. He certainly wasn't gonna lock her up in his bathroom. No. Never again. "Uh..." He awkwardly said after a moment towards Vertigo, chewing on his bottom lip. "You uh...alright over there?"
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 18, 2017 22:39:03 GMT -5
《 Excuse the typos; I'm super tired right now. 》
The pain in Vertigo’s head faded gradually, although in the moment it felt like it was there one moment and gone the next. It was the same feeling you experienced when you walked a long distance with nothing but your thoughts; at some point you looked up and realized you couldn't remember in any detail the past few minutes of walking. Like the brain had short-circuited - or a loading screen that suddenly jumped from one frozen number a whole forty percent. At some point in her dazed staring at the floor the pain had subsided.
The absence of it was a shock unto itself. Around her, the ship felt deafeningly silent. Of course, it wasn't really silent - an orchestra of mechanics hummed around her. The whirrrr and pshhh of the machines that maintained the survivability of conditions aboard the ship - oxygen, temperature, humidity, etcetera. The engines, purred so softly in these newer ships, so much so that you had to strain to hear them. A percussion of movement - doors opening and closing, buttons clicking, fans spinning. Then of course there was the silent presence on Vertigo’s mind - she could feel the ship’s computer systems, a gentle and comforting brush against her conscience. She'd never found the right words to describe the feeling to anybody else before. She'd experienced it for as long as she could remember - she hadn't even known it wasn't a regular thing for humans until she was at least seven or eight years old. Then again, she hadn't understood that she wasn't entirely human until much later still.
A pair of voices reached Vertigo’s ears. One was unmistakably Boone’s. She guessed the other must belong to the commander who had gotten them on board. Of course, she still had the Alliance to contend with. Somehow - her chances of escape seemed slim to none at this point, but she was also pleased enough to not have been driven insane by that whatever-it-was that she found it hard to care quite so much. She was alive and still in possession of her own mind, which counted for something. It didn't prevent her from eavesdropping, however.
Her chest tightened at the commander's words, a simmer of anger in her stomach. For once (begrudgingly, and don't expect her to admit it) she agreed with Boone. It wasn't as if it had been any of those heroes’ faults - the commander hadn't felt what she and Boone had. That feeling… it was unlike anything Vertigo had ever experienced. And she'd experienced her fair share of odd pains and things. She'd practically grown up in hospitals on Earth for one thing or another. The feeling (and the noise - high pitched, whining) had been maddening.
She let her eyes fall shut as Boone was approaching, feigning some kind of innocence (as if closing her eyes prevented her from eavesdropping. Pshaw.). On the other hand, she really didn't care if he knew she'd been eavesdropping. But having her eyes closed did provide a more valid reason for her to still be curled up on the floor.
Vertigo snorted at his question. “Careful Boone; for a moment it almost sounded as if you were genuinely worried about me,” she said by way of answer. Dry humour dripped from every letter, and she opened a single eye to peer up at him, awaiting a response. “I've never been better.”
Now that they were out of immediate danger, Vertigo’s mind wandered back to that unusual moment earlier by its own accord. She remembered the sensation of falling, the pavement spiraling closer to them. Her hands on Boone’s back. A surge of power, like an electrical discharge, and then suddenly they weren't falling to their deaths anymore. What exactly had she done? It had made sense in the moment, but… would she even remember how to do it well enough to try it again. Did she even want to? The first time it had felt… awfully intimate, in some weird, ethereal way. She certainly wouldn't be attempting it with Boone again.
Vertigo sat up, regarding Boone impassively. “So, where are we headed this time? Seródiza?” There was an Alliance managed prison on Seródiza - one she'd managed to escape before. She tilted her head, curious.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 20, 2017 20:13:42 GMT -5
[ S'alright, mines kinda short and rambly. BTW are you able to see the fancy eclipse tomorrow? ]
"No"
Boone lifted his head at the answer, the commander answering before Boone could even open his mouth. "No?... What do you mean?" Boone asked looking toward the front with a confused expression written over his face. "That's the closest prison right now. Seródiza is literally a hop skip and away from where we are. Don't tell me you're gonna bring her to Reshan" Boone asked with a scuff to his voice, like he had a problem with it- well in a way he kind of did. Reshan was far, almost in a whole other sector entirely. Not to mention that Reshan was for well...for crazies. The ones with a screw loose in the head type of people. Not the type of place to put petty criminals like Vertigo that's for sure. "We're not going to a prison. She'll be confide in a cell at Alliance Sector N3" the commander answered, even the pilot turned his head suddenly to the words just as Boone nearly coughed up a lung as he swallowed a sharp intake of air. "W-What?! You're taking her there?! We-We're going there now?!" He stuttered, sounding like he was ready to leap to his feet and take a chance with the space outside of the ship.
"Of course...HQ is comprised...not to mention those loons know about you two. Best to keep you both as close as possible to whatever stronghold we have" he said it so calmly. Like it was nothing big. Well it was to Boone. "I am not going to N3. Take me to Serifi or Camori but NOT N3" Boone argued, getting to his feet, actually contemplating the idea of jumping ship. "Quit your whining, N3 isn't that bad-"
"Clearly you haven't been around Eri for a full 23 hours and 53 seconds"
"You're exaggerating. It's not that bad. You two will be safe there, you're play pal will be kept in the lower sector and you can have a floor to yourself if you want" The commander drawled out, punching at the buttons on the dashboard for directions to N3. "I don't want a whole floor. I want a whole planet that doesn't consist of Eri Rives" Boone bit back, the bitterness in his voice sounded like he was talking about some other evil doer. When in reality, Eri Rives was the commanding officer of the N3 sector building. And also probably one of the most unpleasant beings in the whole galaxy. Wasn't exactly the friendliest to lower level heroes and sucked as a guardian for training. And ugly as hell.
"Until we sort this whole thing out, it's best to make sure all enhanced beings that have come in contact with these...people...are kept isolated and out of reach. You'll both like it there...well the girl probably not as much." The commander went on as Boone scowled in his spot on the floor. First he had to deal with a crappy rail accident, weird masked guys in a cult, some killer hero mind control machine, then he had to deal with Miss Ice Cube here-and getting that weird ZAP too. Which still bothered him he didn't forget that easily, it was a feeling that you don't really forget about. He didn't know how she felt about that little....moment but he certainly felt...weird. Like the core inside of him was at a full tank of energy and it was about to overflow. It kind of, as much as he hate to admit it, felt really good. If it wasn't so weird and just...wrong to, he would ask her to do it again to see just what the heck was happening inside of him. It happened so fast that he barely got a reading on the feeling. That feeling felt similar to when he first actually felt his powers surge through him.
Snapping back to reality, he glanced over to Vertigo and then looked away just as quickly. "Lucky you, you seemed to be getting the luxury prison this time around"
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 22, 2017 8:25:55 GMT -5
《 Ehh it was partial where I am, but I didn't have the equipment to view it anyway, so I just watched a little on TV. You? 》
Vertigo looked sharply at the commander, just as in surprise as Boone was. Her jaw actually dropped slightly for a second. Not going to to Seródiza, or Reshan (thank goodness), or any prison. They were taking her with them to an Alliance Sector base. N3.
She wondered how many times she'd imagined strolling into the Alliance, uniform proudly on display, greeted by a friendly and familiar face. Not that that was going to happen now - or any time in her future. Her dream Alliance career was made infinitely impossible by her criminal record. No, it had been impossible before that, too; she remembered their letter of rejection quite clearly. Dear Ms. O’Sheehan of Earth, we regret to inform you that based off of your candidate screening you do not meet the physical requirements of an Alliance agent. If you are interested in an alternative line of employment, we are currently hiring in various office positions. Please examine the attached list of requirements prior to application to one of these positions... Ha, working in an office. That sounded about akin to a slow and sure death to Vertigo. Besides, the attached sheet had revealed most every position required some fancy degree or other that she didn't have. The only way she would be walking into an Alliance building was in cuffs.
She was happy with just about any place where she might be safe from those people for the moment -- only while she tried to figure out her next course of action. If some weird creepy cult thought they were going to use some mind control device to make her go berserk on the galaxy, they had another thing coming. She would find their machine and render it useless -- or perhaps she would just disappear to somewhere far far away where it would never find her.
Anyway, the part of no matter which plan she settled on was to escape and go back to grab her ship. As carefully as she'd hidden it when she'd landed, the thought of leaving her ship untended for any duration of time was unnerving. It was, after all, her home. Getting back would be difficult -- and that would only be after making it out of N3, a facility she was entirely unfamiliar with. There was no point in trying to piece any of it together now before she had some idea of what she was walking into.
Vertigo scowled at the commander's lack of use of her name. Play pal, girl… “I have a name, you know,” she grumbled. Actually, I have several, she added to herself. Her alias, of course, and also a handful of fake names on various bits of forged paperwork. And from long ago, a real name, Earthen in all its glory. It had been a while since she'd heard anybody call her by her real name. Probably because she was in touch with very few people who actually knew it nowadays. But she would've settled for being referred to as any one of her false identities over such dismissal. Supervillain? Ha! They don't even bother with your name, petty criminal.
She turned her attention to Boone as he addressed her. She gave him a quick once-over with her eyes, then looked away with pointed dismissal. “Oh. Well, I don't know about luxury if you're to be my only company,” she replied dryly. She sat in tired, sullen silence. She did not want to speak with Boone -- inevitably, every conversation with him was infuriating. She did not, and would not -- “Who’s this Eri Rives?” Vertigo blurted out, unable to keep her curiosity at bay. “What's so bad about them?”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 22, 2017 21:32:07 GMT -5
[ Eh I was able to see the last few minutes of it once I actually got the glasses, it was mostly cloudy during the first half too. ]
"As if I'm gonna be spending any time there around you..." He grumbled at her comment. Even if he was a small fry hero he still had some sort of class to his rank. Probably sleep it out in the training rooms on the 5th floor. Or anywhere that he could hide from Eris, which would mean the filing rooms or in the young cadet training floors. Maybe the old geezer had finally bit the dust after coughing up bull crap for so long.
Speaking of the devil, when Vertigo asked that age old question Boone suppressed a groan that threatened to fall from his mouth. "He's one of the commanding officers that are in charge of overseeing transfer cadets or cadets that are accepted in the late semesters of sign up" He said with a stiff tone to his voice, a small scowl was starting to spread over his face. "He's also the worst instructor to ever enter the force. Has the worst rep, attitude, and treats cadets that are from the outer sectors like crap. Not to mention he only favors those that seem to suck up to him the most." Boone went on, lowering his voice so that the commander doesn't over hear him. Last thing Boone needs is to be lectured on how he should respect the old man. Just talking about him got Boone upset, old memories bubbling up to the surface.
Boone remembered being assigned to the man, having to walk up in the line up ready to start a new day with his guardian officer...only to have the old man complain off the bat to the assignment coach in charge that he didn't want 'No stinking earth match-stick' as his next cadet. Continued for 5 weeks to try and get Boone transferred to someone else, during that time only having Boone run through the obstacles the whole time to which Boone would finish at least 4 times before their one on one training was done. The remaining time they had left? Forcing Boone to go through all these silly obstacles that weren't even made for him. Supposedly each cadet was suppose to get a obstacle that was specially made for them to help harness their abilities. To help push their own powers instead of trying to push their normal attributes. Boone on the other hand never got to go through that experience, instead having to struggle with obstacles that either bested him or he bested it. He broke a speed runners wind tunnel, nearly got crushed over a heavy lifters weights, and almost set fire to the whole upper floor when put into a freaking oxygen training chamber. At that point Boone was going crazy, denied any more one on one training with the man which resulted in punishment group exercises....mainly hydro training.
Long story short when Boone graduated that hell hole and went on to take the test to see what rank he would be at...no surprise that he had no idea what he was doing the whole time. He wasn't nuts either, he knew that Eris was a bad officer, having been stuck in the file room once ( more like locked himself in after melting the handle ) he had read numerous reports of cadets filing for a different trainer, claiming the man seemed to only care about his more cliché powered students. The more unique ones though were left with bizarre training habits and often still unable to control their powers. Boone liked to think that Eris was the blame for his low status....then again Eris was probably the only real excuse he could give for that.
"Don't worry, I doubt you'll see him. Probably too busy training another poor soul to failure" He grumbled. Maybe if Boone was really lucky, he could just hide away somewhere or if he was really REALLY lucky, Eris died before landing and he would never see him again. That isn't something Boone would like to wish upon people but for that stain on the alliance he will. "T-minus 14 till we land" The pilot announced, shocking Boone back to what was going on around him. "T-minus 14 until we're on house lock down you mean. Well more like until you're put behind a nice set of lazer protected cells" Boone said, trying to go back to where he couldn't really stand to be around her. Instead of this feeling of well...not being totally upset to see her. Still upset just not as much
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 25, 2017 10:45:10 GMT -5
《 Nice.
I was writing this up last night and a fell asleep shame 》
Vertigo only pretended to look disinterested as he spoke, which was perhaps a bit silly since she'd been the one to ask in the first place. Really, she was listening intently - partly because there was nothing else to do, but mostly because she was genuinely curious. About this apparently despicable character Eris, about the way the Alliance trained its agents. She'd never had access to formal training herself - or rather she'd never been accepted for it. She'd learned about her powers the hard, slow way. Accidental discovery, trial and error and a little familial coaching from her father and the crew (not that any of them had had any better clue on how it worked than she had, but as a group of pirates they were certainly interested in any ability which might prove useful to their line of work). She was curious about Boone himself to an extent as well. Beyond his annoyingly Boonish Earthen personality and his habits of occasionally bursting into flame, she didn't know a whole lot about her arch nemesis (if he was so deserving of the term). Of course, her interest wasn't entirely benign -- it was nice to have things to hold against him if the need arose.
This Eris fellow -- well, he certainly seemed like something . She had to admit, he did sound pretty awful, but… A bubble of irritation rose in her gut, and suddenly it didn't take quite as much effort to look annoyed. She gave a short, ironic laugh. “And I suppose that's why you're so useless in the field that you need someone holding your hand to properly use your power? Because you had a bad teacher?” Vertigo said dryly. “Well, news flash for you Boone, but some of us don't get any teachers, and we sure as bloody hell don't get a whole floor to ourselves whenever we show up at our second choice residence!” Despite her best efforts to keep her voice down to the same level as his, it rose in the last portion of her phrase. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and the crease between her brow had furrowed with irritation. Entitled, she added silently to her list of his negative qualities. She ran through it once in her head, just to be sure her urge to punch him was clearly apparent.
Because for a moment, Boone had seemed almost tolerable. Which wouldn't do at all.
Vertigo was as much caught off guard by the pilot’s words as Boone, straightening as if she'd been caught in the act of something. Fourteen minutes to landing… How long had they been on this ship for? She couldn't remember if she'd been on the floor for hours or minutes before the piercing in her head had stopped. How far had they traveled? Her thoughts strayed again to her ship, still tucked away and now being left farther and farther behind. She would get back to it, of course. It was only a question of how and when. The thought of anyone laying a hand on it was enough to make her bristle.
Determined not to give him the satisfaction of annoying her with his comment, Vertigo merely shrugged at Boone’s words. “What's new?” Really, it didn't bother her as much as it should. But the simple truth was that she was used to it at this point. Her life so far had been spent in cramped spaceships, hospital rooms and prison cells. The latter two at least came with consistent meals, and really didn't feel so different. Stiff and sterile and regimented. “I do hope you’ll let whoever’s in charge of meals know not to kill me with the food this time,” she added plainly.
Seeing as she wasn't confined to her place on the floor, but merely by the cuffs on her wrists, Vertigo rose to her feet. She strode over to the window, gazing out at their approaching destination. It wasn't the best vantage point for discerning any kind of information, but she could see a portion of the planet which must be N3. To her surprise, it was rather… green. A deep, lush green, the kind that you didn't see much of on more developed planets these days. Its oceans were vast and blue, like they put on postcards from exoctic destinations. It was almost… Earthlike. At least, how Earth used to be. She'd wager this planet was a whole lot less developed than Earth was. Vertigo hadn't been to many undeveloped planets like this in a long time -- there wasn't much point, when you were working in criminal activities that involved, well, people to steal from.
This complicated things. It was a hell of a lot harder to escape from a barren wasteland than it was from somewhere where she might be able to steal any number of spacecraft. That and the fact that she'd never been a particularly outdoorsy person -- she grew up in Dublin, which was surrounded mostly by farmland. Hiking also wasn't particularly recommended for her at the time. So most of her knowledge of outdoor survival skills came fairly questionably from movies and TV.
She'd manage. Somehow.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 27, 2017 23:25:35 GMT -5
[ Sorry about being slow on replys, school started up and I've been trying to situate myself back into the life of college. I'll reply as soon as possible ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 29, 2017 16:49:58 GMT -5
Boone felt...taken back by her sudden outburst, nearly snapping back at her that she asked and he answered. He voiced his own feelings toward Eris which resulted in her what? Getting angry. If he had known that telling her about Eris he would have just ignored her question and let her fester by herself. He wanted to snap at her, to tell her off that just because the Alliance members had better living styles because they worked for it, they all worked hard for where they were. Last time he checked, the Alliance worked to protect whole planets of life...while she decided to only live for herself. "You asked and I answered. Next time I'll lie and just say he's peachy to avoid 'hurting your feelings' " He responded.
"Hey! If you two are done squabbling, why don't you make yourselves presentable. T-minus 3 until we land" The commander barked from the front, making Boone skip his eyes up to the commander who was twisted around in his chair to look at them with an unamused look in his eyes. "Yes sir" Boone answered with a mocking salute before getting to his feet, turning towards the window to the lush planet below them. But that wasn't what he was focusing on really...nah he was more focused on the giant building rising out from the trees that reflected the harsh light of the sun.
It reached so far into the sky you might actually be able to touched the few clouds that surrounded the top, each floor housing some sort of room filled with cadets training for their exam to be evaluated before being assigned to whatever sector the council decided on. He could see faint specks flying around it, probably some poor hero having to do laps around the building. Or cleaning up those mangy windows even. Some people might have been in awe of the giant building and the stupid shiny walls but to Boone this place was just a fester of bad memories.
The commander hefted himself out of his seat, saying something to the pilot before edging his way out of the front and to where the other two were. "Now when we land Boone, I want you to hand off Vertigo to someone else and then I want you to head to whatever medic is on duty to get checked out. We'll send someone down to the cells to check on her as well....after she is securely locked up" He ordered, while gesturing for Boone to get Vertigo as the aircraft began to descend, the loud whirl of the engines roaring as they grew closer to the ground. Boone only shrugged slightly, his body already moving towards Vertigo to drag her up beside the Commander and himself. He kept his iron like grip on her forearm like before, the last thing he wanted was for her to escape on actual Alliance territory but...he doubt she will. This place had twice as many agents as any other base, not to mention the cadets that stayed here as well weren't complete idiots.
"Then what? Council meeting? Home lockdown?" Boone inquired only to get the stink eye from the commander. "Oh! Sorry that's right. Don't have that clearance. Right. That's fine, I like surprises" Boone mocked a knowing wink up at the commander who only rolled his eyes in response. The ship shifted before Boone could make another remark, the loud metal landing gear smacking down against the landing pad rattled the ship.
The metal sliding doors that they had rushed through what felt like just a moment ago began to slide open once more. Almost like how the doors slid open when he first came here, only when he first came here it was raining like a monsoon and there was a bigger rush to get everyone inside. This time around though, instead of the angry shouts of commanders he was met with the distant chants of cadets being worked on the other side, other landing crafts zooming in above them or people unloading supply shipments. It was as if nothing has changed from the last time Boone was here honestly, the cadets were even still wearing the same uniform design from when he was here.
"Commander Yavix, Boone. Welcome to N3"
The voice sparked Boone out of his gazing to the people standing in front of the now open door. Two of which seemed like generic Alliance soldiers with their uniforms buttoned up tight enough to probably be on the verge of choking themselves. But the man in front of them wore a different outfit, completely black with black foil lettering over his chest and down the side of his arms. Smiling, kind face....bald. Like completely bad, not a single hair strand in sight. No eyebrows either just a...hairless face. And his skin had a...glowing look to it? Boone couldn't really describe what he was looking at. But as long as it wasn't Eris he was fine.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 1, 2017 21:35:20 GMT -5
《 eep sorry this is so short. I kept falling asleep every night when I finally had a chance to work on this xc 》
A pointed remark rose to Vertigo’s lips in response to Boone’s words, but the Commander interjected before she had the chance to voice them, informing them that they were three minutes to landing. Instead, she settled on a pointed glare at him. Real mature, she was aware, but she couldn't help it with him. It wasn't enough to simply dislike Boone -- she felt the overwhelming urge to prove her hatred of him to himself and the whole galaxy every time they met. I asked about Eris, not your whiny life story, she snapped back in her head.
She fixed her gaze pointedly out the window, this time paying more attention to the building ahead of them, rising high from the green earth (lower case e, not “Earth”) like an oasis in negative colours. It stretched up, up, up, dwarfing the majority of Earthen skyscrapers. It was a monstrosity of metal and glass and concrete, shining like a beacon in the light of this planet’s sun. It was certainly shiny, the windows made of that particular kind of glass which was clear from the inside but reflective on the outside, as if it were covered in mirrors. The Alliance’s logo was emblazoned huge on one side, but beyond that the building seemed to be devoid of external decoration. Which kind of made sense, seeing as there appeared to be very little else around in the vicinity, and very few outsiders around to impress. Vertigo didn't need the flashiness; her heart thrummed and soared and sank in her chest at the sight, rattling around in its empty cage. In all her years of adolescent daydreaming about being here, she'd never imagined it to be this way, never imagined herself this way; half-starved and locked up in handcuffs, a prisoner rather than a trainee.
Vertigo hovered by that window, watching, the anger that had been simmering in her moments before… deflated. With all the excitement of earlier, she'd forgotten her exhaustion, her hunger. She'd been so occupied with planning her escape, but it hit her now that maybe she would be better off not fighting. Imprisonment came at least with regular meals. How easy it would be to allow herself that one comfort. How easy it would be just to give in…
A hand clamped hard around her forearm. She drew in a sharp breath, despite the fact she'd known it was coming. Boone, of course. She could feel the heat through the point of their contact, burning through the layers of her sleeves. Beneath the heat, now, she was aware of his energy, the way she had been earlier. Was that the reason that his body temperature always seemed so disproportionate? Perhaps she was actually sensing something on the level of her own abilities. All this she wondered, and none of which she spoke aloud. She had no interest in messing with Boone’s energy again, which included any exploration of the topic. What would she say anyway. So I was wondering if the reason you're so hot is because I can sense and maybe possibly manipulate your metaphysical energy? And by hot I mean thermally you smug --
Yeah, she'd take a pass on that conversation.
Vertigo allowed herself to be led through the ship’s metal doors, to where a party of Alliance officers awaited them. The highest ranking of them (she could tell by uniform), who looked a little like an alien Mr. Clean, greeted Boone and the Commander with formality. She snorted. “Feelin’ the love, here, baldie.” She muttered under her breath.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 1, 2017 23:17:11 GMT -5
[ S'alright~! Sleep is important. How've you been lately thou? Busy? Chillaxin? ]
"Watch your mouth" The commander snapped at Vertigo so fast that Boone jumped like the man was gonna swing around and punch him. Of course Boone also squeezed Vertigo's arm as a extra 'Yeah what he said' sort of thing. The two soldiers on either side of the man glared at Vertigo before the man in question chuckled. "Calm down commander. It's fine." He waved his hand nonchalantly, his eyes crinkling up when he smiled. "Of course mister General sir..." the commander answered in response, shifting where he stood like he was in a uncomfortable position. "I just...didn't expect you...here" came the commanders next words, almost kind of awkward like. It was like seeing your dad at the school prom and every single one of your friends are hitting on said dad kind of awkward. Boone knew how that felt...don't ask him how he knew how that felt. It wasn't like the General was a odd man, no in fact the General was the first person he spoke to when he became all blue and fire like. He was a nice man, very patient but commanding when needed. Also on the high council which was an added bonus. When Boone was still in the training academy he heard rumors that the General was a lot older then he looked....which now a days Boone could expect. "I heard what happened back on HQ...I thought it would be appropriate to see to that our own were not affected. Your the first ship to arrive from there" the general answered.
"The ship carry the injured heroes hasn't arrived yet?" The commander asked, but the General waved a hand. "They are being transported else where...it is best believed that the injures they sustained would be better helped somewhere less known in case of...visitors" The General said with a pause. Which was a good idea. If those freaks decided to follow just think of the havoc they would cause with a whole Alliance site of nothing but heroes in training. "But I see that you brought back one. It's nice to see you again Boone" The Genreal- or as Boone has learned to call him Tamir - greeted the hero. Boone couldn't help but smile and nod back to him in greeting. "Likewise sir" he said with a edge of respect to his voice. Of course Boone held lots of respect for the man so how could he not? Tamir smiled, before looking over to Vertigo. "And I'm to guess your Vertigo correct? I see you a lot in Boone's file reports. Along with many others."
Boone couldn't help but smile once more at that, out of everyone in the galaxy he was sure that Tamir was probably one of the 10 people that actually liked him. Tamir was the one who picked him up from Earth that day, helped him get acquainted with the galaxy and offered the choices of living as a citizen or working in the Alliance. Of course you know which one Boone picked. Of course it gave Boone pride that the General read some of his reports, barely anyone did since Boone either forgets to turn them in or ends up burning them when sneezing.
"Speaking of Vertigo, Boone why don't you go do what you need to. I need to tell the General about what happened...as I suspect that is another reason as to why you're here sir..." The commander said, looking to the General whose face had fallen into a grim frown. As much as Boone would like to stand there and kiss up to the General as much as he could...he kind of wanted to find some empty storage room and turn the switch off for a while if you know what I mean. "Right..." Boone scrambled to regain his composer as he had in fact just been staring into space thinking about stupid memories and burning reports. He saluted the General farewell as most did before dragging Vertigo along with him toward the giant steel doors that would lead them into the giant gleaming tower. Even walking up to it gave Boone hot flashbacks to when he first arrived. Of course the first time he came here it was raining like crazy and he was huddled in wrapped up in thick fire blankets and hand clamps...cause you know he was on fire.
But the inside man...still the same. Even when those doors slide open he felt that sense of overwhelming feeling of just...he couldn't even describe it. Pride maybe? The building and the way it was designed wanted to make you feel PROUD of it. To feeling the sudden rush of that those joining were going to be a part of something so much bigger then themselves. That everything they were giving up...was for the greater good. The main lobby was slick with iron pillars holding the ceiling far above their heads, People were rushing back and forth between doors. Elevators were lined up along two walls, and the ceiling had a straight up hole right up to the tippy top. All so the sun could shine the Alliance logo on the floor through the patterned glass roof. Steel gray and stripes of gold were painted across the walls, and of course every big building had to have it's own front desk. Cadets were rushing back and forth between the stairs and the elevators, some even cramming into huge groups trying to get to the right floor on time. Or the occasional cadet would swoop in from the said hole in the ceiling and up their designation.
He kind of stood there for a moment, trying to remember all the times he himself had to squeeze into an elevator to get to where he was going...or one time being dared to jump out one of the windows leading to the hole that connected all the floors. How he didn't break his neck then was a mystery.
"Boone?"
The sound of his name coming from someone else caused him to turn around almost fast enough to snap his neck...or to fling Vertigo off if he had tried. Instead stood a girl whose big glowing green eyes and big poofy black hair would catch a normal person off guard. Especially with the golden decals under her eyes that resembled a tribal tattoo...if it weren't for her really golden brown skin the golden decals would probably be poppin'...as some kids would say. "Demiria?" Boone smiled at the girl, who let out a shrill chirping noise that he guessed was suppose to be a squeal. She bounced up and down and clapped her hands together, skipping towards Boone and also letting a torrent of paperwork fall to the floor. "Boone! I haven't seen you in centuries! Last time I did, you nearly drowned in the current pit that Eris tossed you into before your exam!" She said, the sound of her voice was light as if it were some fun event that happened when really it was probably a near death experience for Boone. "Yeah...it's actually only been 2 years Demiria..."
"Ah yes! 2 years, 5 months and 34 Equinx cycles since our last meeting!" She buzzed happily. Little clueless...innocent Demiria. Her green eyes shifted though from Boone to Vertigo who Boone was still clasping onto. "And who are you?"
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 4, 2017 21:05:26 GMT -5
《 *frantic squawking noise* I didn't get any notification for this ahhh what. I honestly didn't even see your reply til now. So sorry. I'm starting school tomorrow so I'm gonna gead to sleep early, but I promise a reply tomorrow.
Otherwise I've been good. Pretty busy with work and stuff though. How about you? 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 6, 2017 0:14:12 GMT -5
[ It's alright! The notifications for this website have been a bit buggy with me as well so no worries. Also yes get some rest for school! ] [ Meh back at school again so been busy with that, and also work. Not bad yet thou ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 7, 2017 22:05:06 GMT -5
《 Ahgshah I'm so sorry I haven't got a reply up yet. I've been really busy this week with back to school things and also hust being very weirdly tired. I think my sleep schedule is kind of out of whack.
Anyway, I have part of a reply done, so hopefully I'll finish that up tomorrow night after work. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 9, 2017 12:49:59 GMT -5
[ It's fine! The beginning of the school year is always really busy at the start. Hopefully it winds down. Take your time~! ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 11, 2017 21:57:46 GMT -5
《 AT LAST. Good god I am so sorry this took so long. This weekend was a bit messy for me; I was working and I had homework and I wasn't feeling well, and all of that was leaving me so drained that I just went to sleep when I could. But I think I'm over that, which is good. How are things for you? 》
Vertigo hardly batted an eye at the commander's outburst. Compared to the rest of this weird situation, being barked at for mouthing off seemed… normal. Familiar, even. To someone normal, that notion would certainly seem a little backwards. She thought nothing of it. She leveled her gaze at the commander, making a concerted effort to have her face look as unaffected as possible. God, she figured she must be annoying. For that extra level of irritating, she smirked. From her past experience, smirking seemed to get on most goody-goody Alliance members’ nerves. What most people didn't know was how much villainy could be committed simply by expression.
General. Vertigo paused. Now that was something that caught her off guard. Baldie, apparently, was actually a general. The kind of general people referred to with a capital G. Even more, an Alliance General. She checked her smirk, expression sobering. Of course, she should have recognized his rank by the uniform, but it had flown right over her head. To be fair, it had been quite a day, what with accidentally causing a small scale disaster, witnessing a much larger disaster, and then have some mind control device designed to turn superheroes into violent weapons tested on her brain. It had been more eventful than usual, to say the least.
What caught her even more off guard was that the General knew who she was. She blinked as he spoke of her with recognition, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly in bewilderment. Vertigo really ought not to have been so surprised; she'd had numerous run-ins with Alliance heroes, more often than not ending in her arrest, and followed eventually by an escape. Well, really it had only happened twice, but that was still a few more than the average criminal could escape from an Alliance prison. If escaping were a profession, she'd be rich, but so far all it had gotten her was a fair amount of infamy with no skill to live up to it with.
She'd barely had the chance to nod in response, let alone think of something to say, when Boone was pulling her away again to let the Commander fill in the details for the General. Away from the others, Vertigo allowed herself to relax a little. She scowled familiarly at Boone, already running through her arsenal of witty but scathing remarks she might say to him. For all her unpleasant thoughts, however, Vertigo followed him inside without protest. Her heart stuttered in her chest.
Her dark eyes were wide as she took in the building's vast foyer, the ceiling way, way up high. People rushed around in frenzies, all of whom she imagined to have grandly important things to do. She felt her chest skip as a group of cadets hurried by, stirring up a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. It belonged to a part of her heart she'd kept thoroughly locked down for the past several years. She couldn't help but imagining what it would be like to be the one in that uniform, rushing off with somewhere to be, someone to save.
Vertigo’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud squeal as they were suddenly bombarded by a small beast of dark poofy hair (impressively poofy, even to Vertigo, whose white mane resembled something of a cloud when she wore it down, hence why it was so tightly twisted up into a knot). The girl had vividly green eyes, underlined by a matrix of golden tribal tattoos. The combination of features came to something of a startling face, a collection of spare unusual parts, or a Picasso painting (Vertigo could hardly remember any specific pieces of art by Picasso, so she probably wasn't the best reference for them ). Demiria, according to Boone’s response. Vertigo thought she looked like she was going to hop right out of her skin she was so excited.
And then Demiria fixed on her . Vertigo paused. Who are you? Her gaze skipped down to the handcuffs still clamped around her wrists, then back up again. Was it not obvious what that typically meant? “His girlfriend,” Vertigo replied sarcastically. She shook her head. “No, I'm… I don't matter.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 13, 2017 20:44:00 GMT -5
[ It's alright! Get as much sleep as you can and chill from the busy week you got~ Chill time is important ] [ I've been really busy this week, and thank god it's only for this week of the month. Just college and work butting heads with my time frames is all. But once the weekend comes everything settles down for a bit ] [ Reply will come either tomorrow night or Friday~! ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 15, 2017 18:59:02 GMT -5
"What is a...'girlfriend'?" Demiria questioned, her face growing puzzled over Vertigos words. "And who names their child 'I don't matter', how cruel"
"No no, her name isn't 'I don't matter' Demiria. Her name is Vertigo, a prisoner that should really think before speaking" Boone said, tossing a look towards Vertigo before looking at Demiria, whose face melted into understanding. "Oh! Yes that does make more sense!" She giggled, that same giggle that Boone had to listen to throughout training camp. Which after everything that has happened today, was a nice refreshing thing to hear. "But besides that, I am surprised to see you here Boone. Last time I saw you was on the dispatch ship to Quadrant 7 to HQ. What brings you back here on such a nice day? Are you- what do you humans say -party hard?" She inquired, tipping her head to the side as she thought about her choice of words, which seemed like the same old Demiria.
He chuckled at the phrase though, which caused Demiria's face to light up like she was waiting for some kind of approval from it. Same old puff ball he that he ran into in the training hall, after well uh...getting his butt handed to him by her at the same time. Despite her calm almost airhead nature, Demiria could probably snap your arm in two and use them as weapons. The girl nearly broke Boone's jaw if he weren't all supped up with alien junk. Boone could explain countless fighting sessions he had with Demiria where she tried to take his head clean off, almost broke his leg, fractured a couple of ribs and many more accidents. The only other people that could really fight her were cadets in the Strength class. She thought nothing of it though, cause according to her, on her own home planet she's considering a bit weaker then everyone else.
Boone had also made a mental note to never visit her planet or get in a fight with her kind.
"No none of that. I'm here because well...you know" Boone said, her face switching from that of happiness to that of a more grim nature. "Oh yes....that. We were notified of that just a while ago...are they...?"
"They're fine...I think" Boone reached with his free hand to rub the back of his neck, the pleasant reunion with Demiria suddenly washed away and instead filled with the reminder of what had happened today. "I will have to find time today to pray to my gods that they make a speedy recovery....are you alright though Boone? I heard you were also affected" She asked, her voice holding a worried tone to it. But Boone waved his hand and shrugged. "I'm fine, it wasn't as bad...they didn't plan for it" He said, the image of those cult like freaks popping into his head. It made his blood boil, thinking back to the video of his friends and comrades being manipulated like that...and how he couldn't do anything to help them. If he ever got his hands on a single one of those freaks...he would-
"Boone" Demiria said, snapping him out of whatever thought he was going to finish. He didn't realize that he had slowly ignited himself again, his hair once more that of a shifting blue flame. Goosebumps crawled down his back from the sudden chill that was a result of igniting, as he liked to call the transition from his 'normal' self to his more heated form. But it wasn't because of his switch that made Demiria say his name, it was the people watching him, some cadets having slowed down to watch him and the sectary at the front desk peeking over her screen to watch him. "Sorry...it's been a long day...I-I should actually get going. Or else I'm never gonna hear the end of it from the Commander" Boone said with as much of a carefree tone he could muster. "Yes. You do have the prisoner, Vertigo, with you. I suspect you are to take her to a containment room...?" Demiria asked, trying to switch her own tone as well but you could clearly see that her eyes were still pegged with worry about what has been transpiring. "Well I'm suppose to transfer her off to someone else but I don't want to inflict that kind of punishment on anyone. I got this. The containment rooms with the cryo locks are still on the lower floor right?" He asked, already moving his feet toward the elevator.
"Yes! And once your are done I wish to go to a training room, and we shall 'party hard' if you are up to it!" She called after him, to which Boone just gave a thumbs up over his shoulder to her as he walked towards the elevator, and jamming the down button when was at the slick metal doors. They opened up, and thankfully no one was inside which was a rare sight for him. Walking in, he quickly pressed the closed doors button as fast as he could before this nice empty elevator had a chance to be filled with someone else. Last thing he wanted was to be crammed up against a wall with a bunch of cadets or busy Alliance workers. The doors slide shut, and thus came the silence that followed it. Did he want to spark a conversation? No. Not really. He was tired. He was frustrated. Most of all though he just wanted to lock Vertigo in himself, and then promptly find a empty corner to sleep in until he was able to go back home.
Thankfully for the both of them though, the ride down to containment rooms was short and easy breezy. The doors slide back open, revealing a long corridor of different fashioned cell rooms. These containment rooms weren't built for criminals unlike normal jail cells the Alliance had in their buildings. These were for the cadets that stepped out of line, broke the rules and were all together a pain to handle. So any cadet that proved to be a pain in their teachers backsides were sent here to spend a night or two to recollect themselves.
Each cell was fashioned with unique holding equipment that changes each year when a new batch is registered. When a new batch of cadets is logged into the system, the cells are upgraded with tools on how to nullify their powers. Superhero time out really. Boone himself spent a handful of nights down here, placed right into a hydro-type cell. Can't spark a flame if he was submerged underwater all the time right?
It didn't take a long time to find a empty cell though, the real problem would be to figure out how to program the cell to keep Vertigo from jumping ship considering that her own powers were registered to the database. He pressed his hand against the hand reader, the clear glass doors sliding open when the light above blinked green. "Alright, in you go. Enjoy your stay at Alliance Inn" Boone said, pushing Vertigo past the thresh hold. The doors slide behind her, and the little screen that was the hand reader switched to the options menu basically. "Now how should we hold ya up? Laser grid? Cryo chamber maybe? How about a volcanic heat conductor?" Boone mused to himself, his voice was slightly muffled through the glass though as he spoke, a smug smile lining his lips.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 24, 2017 21:05:21 GMT -5
《 ohthankgoodness. I don't know if it was a forum wide thing or just my internet but when I finally got around to writing my reply last night the forums wouldn't load. Cue silent screaming and casual freaking out thinking it may have been deleted. Anyway, reply coming right up. 》
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 25, 2017 22:42:57 GMT -5
Vertigo blinked, still surprised somehow after all these years that people from other planets frequently misunderstood the turn of phrase she knew was familiar with. She'd been on the other side of it, too; occasionally some alien would blurt something or other and she was left reeling, mentally trying to put two and two together. But this poofy example in front of her seemed especially… not with it? Demiria seemed -- no pun intended -- kind of spacey. Something about the big poof of hair, the slightly vacant eyes… She either had her head in the clouds or clouds in her head. Boone seemed to like her, which did nothing to improve Vertigo’s opinion of her, but at least indicated that she must be a decent person. Vertigo had the inclination that there was definitely more to this odd individual than what met the eye, which was true for most people anyway, regardless of species.
She listened to their conversation casually, the bored expression on her face pasted there more out of habit than anything. She mentally shuddered as Demiria brought up the question of why they were here, forcing Boone to recount the general summary of what had happened to them. Them being Boone and herself, who made no them together. A shudder passed through her at the memory, and she sensed Boone’s own reaction to the thought before she saw it. He'd lit himself on fire, as usual, blue flames licking his scalp. She could feel the heat rolling off of them, and glanced down at the grip he still had on her forearm. Demiria beat her to a warning, but she still cut out softly; “Please don't light me on fire, Lumìère.” she whispered quiet and sharp, more taunting than concerned. Whether he paid attention to her comment or not, Boone extinguished his flames.
Finally, they split from Demiria, back on track to whatever containment facility they were planning to hold her in. The elevator ride down was mercifully brief but awkward, neither she nor Boone offering up any kind of conversation starter. Of course, anything that would ever be said between them should already have been said at this point. They had their roles, and knew how to play them. The elevator opened to a corridor of cells, and Vertigo could instantly sense the complexity of the systems put into place. This wasn't a prison like the ones Vertigo had been locked up in before. This one must have been specially designed for super powered individuals. Had this been designed for people like her? Criminals with super powers -- supervillains . Or was this just a way of keeping their own investments in line.
Boone shoved her unceremoniously through the doorway of one of the cells. An unnecessary amount of effort, really. Vertigo was pretty out of shape to fight back. She glowered at him through the glass out of habit, offering a particularly rude hand gesture just for him. He started rattling off different options for the cell, confirming her suspicions. She rolled her eyes at first, until he mentioned the cryo chamber. Her eyes widened just slightly, her lips forming the no before she could stop herself. She hated the cold enough, and was all too familiar with the feeling of shivering, lips chattering. The idea of being frozen in here. She was too proud, too stubborn to beg, but she debated it at the thought of the cryo chamber. She stared at him through the glass, body slumped but eyes hard.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 26, 2017 17:42:32 GMT -5
[ Yikes, I don't know if the whole forum shut down for a moment. Maybe it crashed like it normally does thou~ I'll get a reply up as soon as possible! ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 1, 2017 1:06:42 GMT -5
[ Halfway done with it, probs will be up tomorrow once I'm done with my projects and whatever else has cursed me ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 1, 2017 20:31:16 GMT -5
Vertigos sudden shift when mentioning the Cryo Chamber option made him pause, his eyes looking over to her with a slight smile tugging at his lips. "What? Don't like the cold?" He questioned, his finger dialing back to the Cryo chamber option. Of course he wasn't really gonna pick that as an option, Cryo Chambers were for the misbehaving hydro users that needs a bit of a cool down. Or maybe this one was for a very heated cadet that even water couldn't cool his systems. Either way, it would be way too cold for someone like Vertigo to be put in. Boone didn't like her sure, but he didn't like her to the point where he wanted her on the verge of frost bite and a cold death.
Boone could sympathize though in a way...he didn't really like the cold even though he felt cold all the time. So he went back to going through the options, half of which he didn't even know what they were meant for. System shut down adapters, Metal cuff links connected to a electric grid, and even a Void room- which in simple terms was leaving you in a room void of noise and light, just you and the darkness. Frankly, Boone didn't know which one to pick considering that he didn't really know a lot of them and didn't want to kill Vertigo if he chose something meant for a super dangerous powered being. "Emmmm let's try this one" He muttered, deciding on the only thing he really had somewhat of an understanding of- Plasma Room. Immediately the walls were covered in a iridescent purple like film, but the sound of electricity humming began once all four walls were covered. If there was a room option he's seen a thousand times, it was Plasma room, used for mind readers or body jumpers who liked to make a quick escape using the 4th plane of reality. It might work for Vertigo who knows, it would do for now. Not like she could really escape this place, she wouldn't make it past the front doors.
"Right, now that this is done, I'm gonna go on my merry way. Say Hi to the inmates at whatever prison your shipped off to after this" Boone said after checking the settings for the cell one more time. Didn't want this thing to time out after 24 hours. He had no idea how long the stay here was gonna last, but he rather not have to deal with her escaping the cell and end up on a witch hunt for her. Either way he was out of here, he turned on his heel went right back up to those elevator doors and just when he thought he was gonna be able to hide out in the files room and take a not so comfortable nap on some rickety old hologram file cabinets...Boone noticed a little something different then about this elevator button panel.
The fact that it had a passcode on it instead of actual buttons was a clue
"Nooo" Boone groaned at the sight of it, his hands flying to his hair and his mouth turning into a grimace as he looked at the buttons and the blinking light to which he guessed by now should be filled with numbers. "Are you kidding me, they were serious about that?" He said, immediately his finger punched in random numbers, each time blinking red to indicate the wrong passcode was inputted. They had talked about this a while back, like when he first got in trouble. About a new security lock being put on this elevator simply because they felt that students who somehow got out of their cells could easily just get back up to ground level with ease and make a dash for the exit. He thought they were joking, considering that no student has ever escaped from their cell since each cell was practically made for their powers. But here it was, staring back at him and taunting him. I can just melt it down, and blame it on some faulty wiring...no one would even notice until someone actually came down He thought, his hand even heating up at the thought.
But instead he just groaned and face planted against the wall, trying every combination he could think of. But it was fruitless to say the least, there were millions of combos out there and there was no way he could try them all and get out of here without forgetting ones he already did. So, in summary, he was stuck down here with Vertigo. And whoever else was in these godforsaken cells. He would say this was just as bad as being trapped in one, but the fact he could move around freely without feeling like he was suffocating was clear difference. Hell, even looking at these cells brought back memories of him being strapped down and having water filled all the way to the top with only a muffled hum of the lights above him to keep him company.
Boone turned around and plopped down on the floor in front of the elevator, narrowing his eyes to the end of the corridor like he could burn a hole right through them...which. He could. But that wasn't the point. What mattered was that someone was bound to come down here in 24 hours to release the cadets in these cells. If he remembered correctly, a monitor was set up to keep track of people in these cells so if a cell was activated then the monitor in some control room will light up and start some clock or whatever. He only knew that someone now knew that Vertigo was in a cell...and he was trapped down here not knowing the darn passcode back to ground level. Would it really hurt to just burn a hole right through the metal and blame it on some freak accident? He thought once more, staring up at the metal ceiling. Or maybe he could take out the panel and just hotwire the elevator, he did that plenty of times on earth with his car on the side of the road to campus. And again with Meryl Stevens during senior week, all to go and get some lame ice cream from some corner shop downtown. He highly doubted though that his commander would understand his reasoning to hotwire a elevator...in fact the commander had even said to pass her on to someone else. Probably for this exact reason.
So he was stuck. For 24 hours. Shouldn't be too bad. He just needed to pretend he was trapped in a water sealed cell and it'll be last year all over again.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 13, 2017 22:26:30 GMT -5
《 Hey! I'm still alive. Just popping in tonight, but I'm hoping to write a reply tomorrow. I was away on a school trip for a few days, and then got caught up in catching up in all my courses. Anyway, how are you? 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 16, 2017 21:29:57 GMT -5
[ Yay, you are alive! Lol it's alright. Been busy with school as well lately. It's that time during the semester where everything is a bit cramped ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 24, 2017 21:54:41 GMT -5
《 So this is horribly late. Anyway... cx 》
Vertigo’s gaze shifted into a glare at the sound of his taunts. He looked altogether far too pleased with himself at his current power over her -- he was smiling at her discomfort. She wanted to reach through the glass and wipe the expression off of his lips. “No I don’t, and I'm not exactly a fan of being turned into a bloody ice cube!” She snapped, her face hot with irritation. Super abilities in mind or not, some of the options sounded downright cruel -- or possibly that was her immense dislike of the cold speaking. She didn't like to feel like a wimp, but she'd spent enough time in her life with her teeth chattering to develop her passionate feelings about winter weather. Heck, she wore a jacket - the same snugly insulated one she wore now - most days of the year anyway, even when it wasn't cold. She tugged at the collar habitually.
Mercifully, Boone selected some other method of torture that had nothing to do with sub zero temperatures. All at once the walls of her cell were covered with a dim purple glow, the reflection painting her stark white hair and skin a pale violet. Simultaneously, Vertigo’s breath hitched. With the tap of Boone’s finger, the ever-present hum in the back of Vertigo’s mind had gone shockingly… silent. Where moments before there had been whisperings of functions and messages fired between systems, there was now nothing. Heart pounding in her chest, Vertigo reached out with her ability, feeling. Her advances were met by a solid wall. Plasma . Of course, that made sense. She relaxed.
She would not be escaping at the present moment, but that idea didn't scare her as much as it might have. The most she could do now was rest and wait for something to happen. They would have to deal with her more seriously at some point -- especially regarding the events of today. But there was nothing more to be done for the present moment.
She didn't give Boone the satisfaction of a glance as he bid a farewell. “Right, go and party hard , as they say,” she replied, referencing their brief previous conversation with Demiria. She tried not to care that he was probably going to go off and eat good food and sleep in a comfortable bed and see his old friends (did Boone have many friends? It wasn't the kind of thing you stopped to ask in the middle of a fight, although they did have a history of squabbling). Vertigo slumped down on the floor, tugging her jacket tighter around here. Even without the cryo setting it was cold down here.
She had just let her eyes fall shut when a groan interrupted her thoughts. She scuttled closer to the glass door, peering out to find Boone jamming at a control panel. She watched him curiously, more than a little smug about his struggle. After a few minutes of fighting with the controls -- for the elevator, of course -- he sank to the floor, obviously frustrated.
“What a sight; the great Boone, defeated by elevator. What ever will they say?” Came Vertigo from her cell. It was her turn to smirk at him now, and her pale lips were turned up in wicked delight.
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