All in a few seconds, his life was in a new turmoil. All those from his vision had gathered, but seemed to be fighting in confusion. Thankfully he had other powers. He started his telekinesis, his eyes glowing green, holding all against the walls, seperate. Then, in a retalitory action, a sudden attack was directed at his mind. Being pshycic, he was immune to most, but this was powerful. It broke his power on the one the attack had come from, destroying the hold. that person said, "Now. We should all thank our host, for his hospitality." HE realeased them all. He couldn't take the strain. Appearently there was another psychic. This could get interesting.
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
Skyler waited for the next words. The man seemed to be amking a dramatis pause.
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
OOC: Talk to us! Continue the story! I stuck you all on the wall. Now for an explanation.
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
OOC: Strike the part about the inning to the wall. Let's go with this.
BIC: Skyler yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quiet!" He began to ask for an explanation, when there was a rumbling. He was startled for a moment, then he screamed, "Out! The Authority noticed us! They're about to attack! The rumbling is just the beginning! We need to get to safety. Now!" He hurled telekinetic force at the door, being careful, in case they had already entered. It was true. They were inside the apartment. He grabbed and shook some of the shocked participants. "Out!" Then the building slowly started to collapse.
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
"We're running away.? Hon, we've waited so long, and now that we've gotten what we've waited for we're going to run? I have powers, I can use them, I'm not running away." Sophie ran back into the depths of the apartment. The girl who had fallen through the window took one look back and followed her.
"Shit." She heard Skyler mutter and footsteps pursued them.
"Remind me why we're doing this." Sam asked, breathing heavily.
"I want to know what we're hiding from. I want to find answers, not more questions." A second later her request was granted. Two large forms had kicked a hole in the side of the apartment. They had gas masks on. It took Sophie a moment to register what was going on. "They're gassing us out. We have to get out of here." The affects of the knock-out gas was already taking place. Sam was looking a bit loopy already.
"Come on," Sam said quickly and started running. Sophie followed her just as fast. They ran into Skyler.
"What do you think you're doing..." He started.
"They're gassing us, get moving." Sophie replied. They all ran out of the flat as fog-like tendrils of the gas slipped out windows and cracks of the building.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
"Shit." Skyler ran to the door, and saw Sophie run down, followed by Sam. Just then, some black-clad ninja like people appeared on the other side of the hall. "Ninjas! Why does it always have to be nijas?" he complained. He took on a starting pose. They rushed him. He activated his future-sight just a little, and predicted their moves. he did not hold back. He had them down in about 45 seconds with a combination of powers and martial arts. He sighed. "I have a plan. I have to stay here to make sure they don't get my future writings. I always planned for this. I havfe a way to get out. I just need you out. Go to the next room. Find the window with the fire escape. If possible, use powers to speed it up. Now go!" He shoved all the people out. He then concentrated on his writings. They began to rise and glow...
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
"Stop trying to be the damn hero. We're all in this hole, we all have to dig ourselves out." Sophie said, glancing at him. "I'll hold them off, get whatever you need. Let's go Sam."
Sophie took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling and opened her mouth. A horrible but attracting sound came out and the two figures paused. "Don't look at me dammit." Skyler heard Sophie say, from somewhere. Skyler looked away and behind him the two men flew backwards into the side of the flat.
Sam tore her eyes off Sophie and suddenly two large vines, with pencil long thorns secured them. "Let's go Skyler." She called out.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
"Finally." Skyler ran down, Sophie and Sam in front of him. They turned a corner, and met a large number of black clad men. "We need to work together a bit more," he said to Sophie. She snorted. "As if we haven't been." He was infuriated. "Why do you..." Then they were attacked. Here we go again. he thought. They all turned to fight the oncoming slaughter...
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
Sophie rolled her eyes, they only sent five people in all? Fabulous. It was only when hundreds more seemed to pour through every crevice in the building. "We're dead..." She muttered. "Shut up and fight," Skyler said back. "I can't guarantee any results, there's too many of them.... I'll be right back..." "You can't leave now, we nee-... where are you going?"
Sophie ran into the bathroom where no black clad people swarmed. She took a deep breath and began moulding the air. A large black head appeared, then a sleek lithe body and then a long tail. A huge panther, about twice the size it should be, stood at attention. "C'mon honey," Sophie told it, indicating it to follow. It happily walked at her side. As she neared the battle scene, she whispered in it's ear, and it jumped into the battle, claws out and teeth bared.
So many of the black clad people covered the small area, Skyler and Sam had managed to kill a great majority of them off, but it seemed like the flow of fighters was steady.
"How many are there?" Sophie yelled aloud, quickly crafting arrows out of energy and throwing them at the black masses.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
"A bit too many for us. Can you distract them, as in, terrify them?" Sophie looked a bit timid. "I think..."
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
Sophie sighed. She was exhausted, each new object she created drained more energy out of her. But they had to win this.... "Close your eyes, both of you, don't open them until I say so." They nodded. She closed her eyes as well.
For the militia in black the whole room was swallowed in flame. wait, no, the entire house was engulfed in the stuff. The heart of the fire seemed to be coming from two fallen soldiers. Dead ones. As the flame spread, many of the dead soldiers began to rise and walk towards the rest of the astonished militia. As the dead resisted their blows they abandoned their mission and lef the apartment in haste.
Sophie immediately snapped out of the illusion once the forces were gone. She swayed on her feet once, and then fell to floor.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Name:Thomas Marshall Age:16 Gender:male Power:luck, Resist mental intrusion and attack(like a wall you can only see what is pressed up against it, can feel/whatever when someone eles does) Weakness:Does not have full controll over it, It may hurt other people to protect him. cant control who hears what he pushes, not immune to physical mind control Personality:Rather moody and restless sometimes, can sometimes be very determined or concentrated, Alternatively, sometimes he can be very distracted Apperance:5'7",rather thin, slightly muscular Face:Light skin, hazel eyes, dark brown hair Nationality: He considers himself Hawaiian(never been there, doesn't speak Hawaiian), Mixed white ancestry Fitness:somewhat good Style: Likes comfortable clothes, jeans,t shirts, in vibrant colors, has an elegantly carved quarterstaff Other:gay, exelent with a quarterstaff Up for love:yes
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If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
Skyler caught Sophie. As her eyes fluttered shut, he said, "Nice job." Her eyes opened sleepily. "Betcha you couldin do it that good," she said, slurring her words. Skyler felt a rush of affection for her. She'd risked her life. He stood. "Let's get out."
Some say the written word is dead, and only spoken can it be made alive. But, when you read, is the story dead? Are the characters just ink? No, it is something more. The written word is what worlds are made of. If you don't believe me, read a book.
Follow your passion. Stay true to yourself. Never follow someone else's path unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path. By all means, you should follow that. — Ellen DeGeneres
