Excellent.
Should be able to start really soon.

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Yayyy I can't wait to start!

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.*+I'VE MET ANTIGONE, MONTANABOHEMIAN, RAIVYNN PHOENIX, BERIADANWEN & PIRATEOFTHERINGS+*.

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Gah, sorry, so she has, totally missed that. I'll go edit and think of something else.

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Great Can't wait to finally start this thing

Edit; I just checked back to read yer bio, Meldawen! @the new power! Total awesomeness!

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.*+I'VE MET ANTIGONE, MONTANABOHEMIAN, RAIVYNN PHOENIX, BERIADANWEN & PIRATEOFTHERINGS+*.

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Thanks Meldawen and agreed, your new power is awesome.

Oh yeah and before I forget....
I declare this RPG now officially OPEN!! *cuts ribbon*

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whoohooo!!!!

You want to do the honors of making the first post, Stimpizzle?

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.*+I'VE MET ANTIGONE, MONTANABOHEMIAN, RAIVYNN PHOENIX, BERIADANWEN & PIRATEOFTHERINGS+*.

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Down a dank and dark corridor two tall men walked towards room 7C. The few lights guiding them to their destination blinked on and off in a random fashion and most of the floor was bare floorboards. The other apartments were either vacant or destroyed, room 7C was the only ocupied room on this floor.
The two men, both around six foot six, both wearing the same clothing: a long black leather trench coat and sunglasses, even though they were inside. One had a shaven head, the other a short pony tail.
"Why do we have to keep coming here man? It's a dump."
The bald headed man turned to his partner to reply.
"Because the Virus lives here, and the boss wants the new info."
They both stopped at the door and the bald man knocked.
There was no answer.
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
The other man turned the door knob and found it was unlocked. They both went inside to find a very bare room, a messed bed in one corner and by a window there were a varitey of computers and boxes housing discs and other technically devices. Stood by the window was a thining man, six inches shorter than the two well dressed goons. He was gazing out of the window mumbling to himself.
"Er... Cyrus the Virus?" Asked the bald man, quite fearful of someone who looked rather insane.
Cyrus turned, he wore a white vest and jeans. He turned to face them, his bare feet slapping against the exposed floor boards.
"That would be me." He replied. His voice seemed calm and precise, it had an air of inteligence about it.
"We're here to collect a disk for Mr Southsea."
"Ah yes, the schematics of the banks he requested one moment."
Cyrus walked over to a CD case and pulled out a DVD. He handed it to the bald headed man.
"Yes yes, here you are." Something about his voice did seem a little odd. It may have sounded intelegent at first, but inteligence can often be mistaken as madness. Cyrus smiled a little.
Both men looked at each other. The man with the pony tail pulled out a brown envolope, filled with cash. He handed it to Cyrus.
"Your payment."
"Ah yes, thank you... Of course a person like me needs no such material item as money but tell Mr Southsea I appreciate his gesture."
"Um ok, we'll be going now."
Cyrus looked up at them.
"But of course, you have much to be doing havent you? Perhaps you will be killing someone next? Or collecting money from a local minority group hm?"
Cyrus now grinned.
The two men said nothing and left as quickly as they could, they did not wish to listen to any more of the Virus' strange voice.

The door closed and Cyrus threw the money onto his bed and returned to his window, overlooking the streets of New York. The apartment was run down, and the whole tower should have been destroyed years ago, but had been left unoticed. Cyrus chose this as his nest where he would opperate from and where he would plan.
"Look at them... all leeches. They all walk the street as if the world is fine, ignore the poor, the sick, the needy. The just take and take never give anything. One day your time will come!" His voice began to grow in volume, "One day you shall have me to answer to, and on that day you shall know your rightful place!"
Just then the computer screen flashed an announcement that a task had finished. Cyrus' head snapped round to look at it. He pulled his chair closer to the desk and sat down in front of the computer.
He began laughing loudly.
"I knew it! I knew it! They do exsist!"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Overhead, just visible from Cyrus' window, a plane streaked across the lightening sky.

Approximitely forty-five minutes later, Ami exited the airport. With a relieved sigh she hailed a taxi, bundling her one suitcase into the trunk but keeping her briefcase, which contained her laptop, with her as she slid into the car. The taxi driver had to ask her twice for his fee, and only then did Ami hasten to make sure her skin tone had retained its normal color. What with the towering skyscrapers of New York, alien to her hometown Vancouver, and the bewildering reams of traffic, Ami would not have been a bit surprised to find herself fading into the black leather seats, her skin turning matte black. She paid him, fumbling for change, and checked into the hotel he'd dropped her at. Journalism or no, it took quite a bit of persuasion to get Ami Wheeler to leave home, and she intended to spend as little time here as possible.

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Elisha sighed nervously as she stared out her plane's window as it decended onto the runway. Biting her bottom lip and tapping her fingers rapidly, a sign of her nervousness, she rose from her seat once they had fully landed and took her backpack from the overhead storage. Once no one could see her, the pack on her back dissapeared, leaving only the back of her rather tight orange shirt visible. She reached into the back pocked of her jeans and pulled out a small piece of paper. -Directions to a hotel nearby. Studying them carefully, she called for a taxi and soon found herself at the hotel. Going inside, she checked in, then went into the elevator, in which she quickly dissapeared. When the large box moved back down when the next person called for it, she slipped out unnoticed. She then seated herself on the floor by the couch and serveyed the people coming and going. -One of the things she did best.

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

Evelína stared at the display on the small device she was holding. Waiting, anticipating.

"Please, let it not be so... please let it not be so!" she pleaded inwardly. A vague dash slowly appeared. She double checked the instructions. "A plus for positive, a minus for negative" she repeated out loud. "Negative..." she thought. "Thank the Gods!" she sighed gratefully. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her period was several months late and she had began to fear the worst. "What on earth could be wrong?" she asked herself. She had never had an irregular cycle before in her life. She wasn't on the pill or on some weird medication. She hadn't even had to take the occasional aspirin for the past six months or so and she felt more alive than ever before. "I hope it's not the calm before the storm" she thought to herself. "Maybe I should have a checkup, just in case". She sighed heavily. That would mean she would have to go to town, something she dreaded doing every time. She had always lived in the wilderness of northern Sweden far away from any kind of civilization. She preferred it that way. Her family were Sámi and her parents had been reindeer herders, the very last remaining nomads. She had been around 12 when she stepped inside a real house for the first time and even now at 22, she was still not entirely comfortable with the 'modern world'. She loved her car though, a 1987 Dodge Ram 50 which was her pride and joy.

Evelína threw the home pregnancy test in the garbage and splashed her face with some water from the bowl she was using as a sink.

"I'll have to get some more water tonight" she thought.

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Connell stood in the kitchen of the restaurant, trying to catch his breath. It was a hectic day- all of the tables were full, besides the three that were reserved. Many of the restaurant's patrons were waiting for service, food, or their checks. On top of that, a waitress had called in sick.

A cook pushed several plates onto the counter, ready to go to a table. Connell walked over and grabbed them, then went out into the busy restaurant. He smiled as he set them on the table, asking the customers if there was anything else they needed. It was a skill he had learned when he was starting out as a waiter-how to give a sincere-looking smile, even when it was the last thing he wanted to do.

He collected dirty plates on his way back to the kitchen. <i>If I could just-</i> he cut the thought off before it finished. He had found out about his "ability" a couple of months ago. He practiced moving things with his mind when he was alone, although he was always careful not to use the power when anyone else could see.

He stopped his train of thoughts, and walked back into the kitchen. The day was too busy for him to worry about supernatural powers.

Ami charged out of her hotel room, a scowl evident on her normally quite neutral features. They'd promised she wouldn't be hectically busy, and now minutes after her plane had landed there was an interview!

Sometimes, she thought in disgust, journalism did not seem her cup of tea. Ami's intense shyness and introversion, along with a little surreptitious use of her strange abilities, made her perfect for observing minor details that others missed - but as for poking her nose where it didn't belong, Ami stayed far away from snooping. That was likely why she'd never gotten offered a job bigger than her current one, which paid enough for room and board and carefully budgeted groceries - and the occasional movie - but very little else.

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Arielle walked into her hotel and got her room key. She felt odd about her... ability, and she was determined that no one here would find out about it. With a sigh, she ditched her suitcase in a corner and stared out the window.

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~art credit~

Elizabeth sat on the back of a red Harley speedbike, waiting for the light to turn green. She hated being in traffic at this time of day when it was the worste. She would rather fly, but knew she couldn't unless she wanted to be called freak... like she already wasn't. A small smile pressed her lips.

Finally the light turned green, and she let go of the break and squeezed the accelorator. And after another hour of being in traffic, she finally made it back to the news station were she quickly went to her desk and plugged her camera into the computer. She watched as dozens of pictures, most of the same thing, came onto the screan...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Kaisa sat hunched over, her head in her hands. Her fingers lightly rubbing her temples. Her whole body tense and rigid.

"Miss Anders" came a soft male voice, "Miss Anders...the test came back negative. Why are you so upset?"

"It can't be..something has to be wrong" she replied back quietly, not looking up at towards the voice. "These...headaches. There not normal...I'm" she trailed off, her voice wavering.

For 4 months now the headaches had been getting worse and more frequent. Kaisa ignored them at first, thinking it was job related stress. She had just gotten a promotion in work and had taken on a lot of extra on tip of her normal duties. The manager, Rob was a total slacker, so the accounts, stock taking, everything was under her control.

Kaisa came out of her daydream and looked up, her eyes reddened from tears. "Doctor Hudson, please, just tell me something is wrong. At least then I can fix it, or deal with it. Don't tell me I'm fine, I'm not fine." Kaisa was beginning to let her emotions run away with her.

"Kaisa..I can't. You're fine, here " he said calmly, handing her over a sheet of paper that had several test results on it. "You got the all clear, there's no tumour. You are in perfect health, if the truth be told." he smiled at her, trying his best to reassure her.

Kaisa sat back in the chair and rubbed the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily. "It can't be right...I want another one."

Dr Hudson looked at Kaisa now with deep concern. "Why are you so desperate to have something be wrong with you? Be happy you are in good health." he looked at her, his brow furrowed "You have told me everything, haven't you Kaisa?" he asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

Kaisa sat upright in the chair "Yeah...I told you everything." she hoped he wouldn't be able to tell she was lying through her teeth.

Two months before the headaches began, she was begining to remember things, things she had maybe just scanned in a newspaper. Not unsual for most people, but for Kaisa this was unheard of. The dorky, underachiever wasn't ever special. But something was changing within her, something she had no control over and she had no explanation.

"Okay...if there's anything at all. Don't hesitate to come back and see me." he relented, giving her the benefit of the doubt.

Kaisa thanked him for his time and left the doctors surgery and made her out into the streets to hail a cab home.

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Cyrus' eyes flickered in excitment at what the screen told him. He had been hacking into a government account for some time and only now had he gained entry. He had heard of strange happinings all around the world. People being able to perform supernatural actions. You had to look in the right places to find the stories but they were there, online.
He had been investigating this deeply and discovered the government had a secret agency investigating this as well. Now he was in their mainframe. Information was flashing on his screen as he opened every file in quick succession. This was so exciting, these were the things that he dreamed of.
He found bios of people, what they were suspected of being able to do. All the vital statistics were on there, and most importantly a photo and location. He found a good fraction of them were living right in New York. This was perfect!
Cyrus laughed loudly with anticipation.
"This is it! Finally a chance to take controll. If I can get them on my side I will be able to change what I see fit."
His grin was stuck to his face.
"What's this?"
He found a file that had been thrown away, put in the deleted or unused folder. Quickly he saved it onto his copmuter and began to read.
"This amazing... I can take their powers?!"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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