"Hello, cat" The man sneered. "Or should I say, Calek" A shock of fear shot through Cale. His hair stood on end. "Don't be surprised, Cale. You know me. Remember this scar?" He pulled up his sleeve to expose four parallel gashes in his arm. Quickly Cale shifted to human.

"What do you want, Edmund?" He growled, pacing nervously. At their last encounter, Cale had escaped only by luck. Of course, he had been ambushed. The odds now seemed to be in Cale's favour, but he was ready for a surprise.

"Oh, not much. Just your life." Edmond smiled as sincerly as the circumstances would allow.

"This is crazy!" Cale hissed. "Just leave me alone. I never did anything to hurt you." He was pacing wildly, like a caged tiger. His mind raced, searching for escape. Then, with sudden determination, Cale shifted to a giant harpy eagle, and dove through the window, ignoring the shards of glass. He flew as high as he could, hearing Edmond's curses die away slowly. When he was well into the clouds, he shifted to a more common pigeon, and descended, all the while thinking about his escape. It was too easy, too simple. Edmond had been up to somthing, and Cale had the cold feeling that Edmond's plans were in motion.

Cale never returned to his flat. There was no way he could return, not when Edmond had discovered him. He would have to fly to another city and set up a new life. He growled with fustration. His life had been so perfect before. It was times like these he cursed his mutation.

((I'm interested in doing a Marvel Team Up RPG..if anyone's interested. Let me know))

The man sat at his desk, looking intently at his computer console. His hand rested firmly under his chin. One hand moved onto the desk and his fingers began to drum on the wood. The console sprang to life, as data began to rapidly materialise on the screen. He tensed up and was very obviously irritable. He rubbed his hand through his short white hair and stood up from the desk.

He strode over to a nearby coat hanger and grabbed his long dark jacket and the cane that leant against the wall next to it.

"Fools!" he muttered aloud, angrily.

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(Elenriel, is it ok if my character runs into yours?)

Owen looked around as he walked through the storm again. He scanned the streets and the crowd for any Paladins. He can't see how they could have found him that fast. He's been here for only a month. Far too short in such a lovely city. Right now he did all he could to prevent himself from panicking and giving into his paranoia and fear and do something incredibly stupid. Like either combust or flash freeze an innocent passerby. Freeze every liquid within a block of him. Burn down an entire building. He gazed around him and his heart stopped for a minute as he saw two men in menacing black suits approach him from across the street. He sighed and took a deep breath before mixing himself with the crowd.

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I was cured all right.

(Sure. That would be great! I was hoping to run into another character)

Catalina walked through the streets, clenching the strap of her bag even tighter. She glanced nervously about, thinking that she just caught sight of two men in black suits. Yet, when she looked again in their direction they were nowhere to be seen. You are just becoming paranoid, she chided herself. The storm was beginning to grate on her nerves and she nearly laughed at the thought. She could manipulate the weather if she wanted to and nearly did so, but quickly realized that would just give her location away. Gritting her teeth, she stepped into the crowd, hopping to evade detection from her pursuers a bit longer.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Owen kept his head low as he casually weaved through the crowd. He hoped the Paladins didn't start shoving people out of the way in their pursuit of him. He clenched one of his hands, just in case he need to form fireballs and throw them at his hunters. He needed a place to stay before he could begin traveling. Absentmindedly he dug his other hand into his pocket to extract the wallet filled with fake IDs, when he ran into a girl carrying a bag.

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I was cured all right.

Owen kept his head low as he casually weaved through the crowd. He hoped the Paladins didn't start shoving people out of the way in their pursuit of him. He clenched one of his hands, just in case he need to form fireballs and throw them at his hunters. He needed a place to stay before he could begin traveling. Absentmindedly he dug his other hand into his pocket to extract the wallet filled with fake IDs, when he ran into a girl carrying a bag.

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I was cured all right.

Catalina gave a slight start as she bumped into a man who seemed to be just as uneasy as she. Well, at least I know he is not one of them. she thought to herself although she was not at all reassured, remembering the two men in suits she saw earlier. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said simply.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Owen looked at the girl curiously as she quickly assumed a casual face. Much like the one Owen tried to display. Had circumstances been different, he would have certainly asked her for a drink. But they weren't and he was trying to hide from an international group of fanatical soldiers. He quickly apologised, saying "Don't worry, it's my fault." He looked behind him and saw the two men in suits point him out and run towards him. He mentally swore as the adrenaline he always associated with the hunt kicked in.

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I was cured all right.

(could my character bump into someone else's character soon?)

Morgan soon plopped down on the couch in her three story, two-winged house. It was an old house built somewhere in the 1800's, and had been passed to her by her grandfather when he had died. It took forever to clean, but finally it was clean enough.

She turned the tv on with her remote, and got up to get some food. She glanced out the window to see a figure on the front lawn. Morgan shrugged it off, thinking it the hired help that took care of the gardening. The figure pulled out a phone and sent a text. "target sighted. no sign of what power has manifested into".

Morgan paused, target sighted? No sign of what power has manifested into? Did this guy know she had some kind of power, or was capable of such? She looked out the window to get a closer look at the figure. Wasn't that the man in the trench coat that was at her work building reading a newspaper?

Starting to panic, Morgan ran to the back door then to the small garage where her bike was parked. But the man in the trench coat was there already, and in the dim light, Morgan saw the face of a young man. Almost an older version of her dark haired brother. Morgan slid to a halt twenty yards away and watched the man suspiciously.

"Hello Morgan," the man said. "I am Donatello. I've been looking forward to this moment. When we finally meet in person."

Morgan stayed silent, her mind working overtime. Then Donatello's cell phone rang. Or beeped, which ever you want to call it. He pulled it out and read the text message and smiled.

"Nice trick, but that won't work. You see I'm a paladin, and us paladins never stand down on a mission, and we never get or give orders to stand down," Donatello said with a grin.

Plan A: faliure. Time for plan B, Morgan thought, and took off running, Donatello followed pursuit. Luckly her. She ran all the way around the garage, and slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

She jumped onto her bike, and revved the engine. Donatello was trying to open the door. Morgan started going, did a wheely, and nocked down the door, and the paladin, and sped away...

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

hey, can i joen or is it too late?

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clicky
Me, Eruraina, and Tonks:FF VII triplets

((No, it's not too late at all. Just set up your characters bio and start posting))

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Catalina glanced behind Owen as she saw the two men clad in suits approach them. "Oh no." she muttered, thinking that they were only after her. What can I do now? In this crowd it will be too risky to use my powers. Unless maybe I could create a fog or try to push pass this crowd. she thought, her mind racing quickly.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

(Hey, posted on the other thread, heres me...

Name: Tina Fellows
Age: 17
Jumper/Mutant/Paladin: Jumper
Powers (if not a Jumper or Paladin): Above
Appearance: Violet purpley shoulder-length hair, orangey brown eyes, and a mocking smile. Stands about 5"7 and is usually wearing torn jeans and some form of bright T-Shirt.
Personality: Ironic humour, a wind-up merchant. This has gotten her into various sticky situations. Generally a friendly and warm person, is usually more fond of people than she lets on. Her ever-smiling-face doesn't reveal the hot temper she has, which she will use if need be.
History: Grew up with her parents, older brother and younger sister in England. Her mother went missing soon after she made her first Jump. This gave her cause for suspicion, but she didn't follow anything up. Her first Jump was during an argument with a girl who said that "You just aren't normal". She'd laughed at this, wishing for something to prove the girl right. She Jumped from in front of the girl, to behind her. This girl, thinking Tina was an "alien freak" as she put it, went away and never spoke to her again, like others that were there at the time.
Misc: Found it useful to train herself in hand-to-hand combat, after exprimenting in Jumping she found herself in a few sticky situations that she would have rather avoided. After a middle-aged man tried to capture/ kill her, she realised it was time for her to miraculously disappear.)

(I was bored so I`ll join here is my bio

Name: Adrian Mason
Age: 23
Jumper/Mutant/Paladin: Mutant
Powers: Mind Control ( Can be resisted to a degree, provided the target possess sufficient mental capabilities, willpower etc. The ability can be used by eye contact for minor purposes and empowered with words in order to force someone to commit suicide example. )
Appearance: Tall and pale complex, greenish gray eyes, short black spiky hair and a little beard on his chin. He usually wears a dark business suit without a tie and with a jacket, when the weather requires it sunglasses.
Personality: Adrian can be portrayed as a rather calm and lazy person, he can get the job done, but only when it is a necessity or just feels like doing it, in which case he usually believes there can be some fun involved. He is also very casual and hardly an unpleasant person unless angered when he tends to get obsessive.

History: Adrian spent his youth on a farm, but soon enough found that there was a whole world waiting for him to explore. He didn`t really care for the farm anyway despite his family and as soon as he was independent, he moved into the city. In the city he began working as a moderate workman, but soon, despite his lousy living conditions, in need of money. Thus he was forced to start stealing equipment and items from his workplace, but he was caught and fired thus making him unemployed. This lead him to work as a small time thief and thug for the Russian mob, but during that time he became conscious of his abilities. At first he had thought that he was insane, but after making a few experiments he came to the full realization of his talents. This lead him to scheming against the mafia in order start clean with the aid of his powers.

He orchestrated the bust on a prominent members of the mafia and was taken into the witness protection program, he was relocated to another city, in which he became a company salesman. He became quite good and respected at his job, mainly due to his talents and despite his lack of high education. However as of late Adrian has noticed, that he is being followed by someone.....

Misc: To Adrian people have slowly began to seem more and more like puppets, playthings, which he can easily bend to his will with no consequence whatsoever. This has caused him to develop a somewhat nihilistic point of view on the lives of others besides his own.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Welcome both of you. Good to have you on board.

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Adrian quietly whistled as he left the elevator to the parking hall of the building, he slowly approached his red Toyota, but the phase of his steps began to slow down. He stopped and listened, there was another person on the floor with him, a steady sound of breathing and slow steps behind him. Adrian slowly turned to confront this stranger, whose eyes he had already felt peering into the back of his skull a few days ago, trying to find out his thoughts and secrets. The man was dressed in dark, he seemed like coming out of a funeral or ready to attend one, especially due to the fact that he held a gun in his right hand.

Adrian grinned and stared at the man, eye to eye, trying to see trough the strangers motives as he began to talk. The man only needed to raise the gun and shoot, Adrian only needed to say a few words in order to make an effect as a deadly a bullet.

"So, did the russians send you?" Adrian inquired with a relaxed tone.

"That is none of your concern demon, I know what you are and I am prepared to put you down."

The stranger proclaimed, rather zealously, that was enough. The man knew, too much, and was considered a threat to his existence from now on. He had to disappear, he couldn`t allow some whacko to ruin his career and new life, that he had achieved. It was time to act and Adrian nailed his eyes on the man, apparently paralyzing him, but inside there was a great mental struggle. Adrian was immediately alarmed by the fact, that the man was able to resist him as such and decided to end it quickly, questioning might prove dangerous. Luckily there were no cameras here and even, if there were Adrian could as easily gain access to them and wipe out the evidence.

"Put the gun to your head and pull the trigger" Adrian commanded and the strangers hand began to rise, but suddenly stopped, struggling to get free from the mutants influence.

"Ye... no! Scr.." The man uttered in horror and partial anger.

"I said, put the gun to your head and pull the goddamn trigger already!" Adrian shouted, increasing the volume of his power to it`s height and concentrating all his will to control this man.

After a moment of exchanging murderous glares, the man`s will submitted, bitterly and the gun delivered it`s bullet clean trough the man`s head. As the body fell limp on the ground, Adrian didn`t bother to check the body for anything, but decided to leave the scene. In his car, sighed in relief yet frustration as he drove out of the parking hall. Who the hell was that? And why did he use the word `demon`? Was he some religious fanatic, who had caught sight of his powers? Impossible, he hadn`t demonstrated his powers openly or in a way someone could have figured it out.

Adrian headed out to a near by diner to have lunch, he was exhausted and in need of a meal, after that he might go home to relax. Forgetting about all this strange business might be for the best already, it might have been just co-incidence and no one could link it to him. If something more would come up, he would act upon it. He quietly entered the diner and took a seat in a window side table, after ordering a suitable meal he lit a cigarette to ease his nerves. However he could shake the feeling that something was going to happen nor the willpower or the glare, that the man had when facing him. Who the hell was that?

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!