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~*~The Dawn of War~*~

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"I've got something for you!" Aleah said. A huge fissure in the ground, that looked to be very long. As she spoke the ground shook again. "Yes, there's definetely a Tremor around here somewhere." She called to the Mentalist, who had followed her. He nodded. Aleah followed the fissure, and saw the Tremor in a battle between people that she recognized as government officials. She leapt into action, shaping a fireball with her fingers. She sent it flying at the officials.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."




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The men looked a little less sure of themselves when the very ground they stood on began to shake and roil. I was feeling pretty sure of myself when a fireball streaked past my shoulder. I turned out to see a group of mismatched youths running towards me. Other malformed? I thought hopefully. When this was over i'd have to invite them to the lake. It was rapidly becoming the last safe place for people like us.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.




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Aleah growled under her breath. Government officials annoyed her to no end. She stood next to the Tremor, gave him a small nod, and began to work her power to its fullest. Her hair began pouring sparks as she concentrated. The sparks that hit the gorund sank into it. She felt them moving towards the officials. After a moment they pooled right under them. There was a force to be reckoned with under just two feet of topsoil. Suddenly a huge flame came out of the ground, sending officals flying. The energy she had left her. The last thing she saw was the officials running off. Then everything went dark.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."




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The girl had told her she had clothing for her, but when the ground shook again they all forgot about the matter of nudity. Instead, Ava ran in her half-form and watched in amazement as the spirited Inferno joined the Tremor and sent a huge fire wall at a large ground of government officials. The girl immediately collasped, and even though she had taken out a huge dent in the numbers of officials, there were still plenty remaining.

The Tremor immediately started the ground rockin again and the Mentalist seemed to be manipulating one official into killing his own team members. Feeling left out of the fight, Ava quickly morphed into full tiger form and unsheathed her claws. With a wicked roar, she ran at the shaking line of officials.
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Aleah opened her eyes to see a government official stooped over her. She growled and shot a fireball up at him. He fell backwards. I must have used up too much energy at once. That ground is hard to manuver sparks through. She thought. She felt completely energized now though. She climbed to her feet just as the ground shook again. She fell back down again.

She got up and prepared to use her powers again. The Shifter was in her tiger form, fighting about ten officials at once. She saw one pull out a gun. Aleah raised her hands and sent a fireball in his direction. He fell to the ground, smoking. She ran to the fight, leaping off of a boulder. She did a complete flip in the air and landed on her feet next to the Shifter. Then she began sending tongues of flame and fireballs in every direction.
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"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."




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*Hey, I'm really just waiting for someone besides gsppcrocks10 to post. We've been kind of going back and forth for a bit and I'd love for some of the other characters to come into play. (Not saying I don't love gsppcrocks) Kick those creative brains into gear folks :P*
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**Heh, sorry about that. I'll lay off for a while... :oops: **
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."




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Mikael

Alright, i thought solemnly, i've had enough of this. I lifted my booted foot of the ground and brought it down with a crack far louder than a simple stamp should make. The ground began to rumble and shift enormously, geoforming before my very eyes. Vast caverns opened beneath the feet of the government men.
"Follow me!" I yelled as loud as i could before riding away on a wave of tarmac.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.




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**Okay, I know I said that I'd lay off for a while, but if I don't post this thing will be dead.**

Aleah

Aleah raced after the Tremor. This wouldn't go unnoticed, that was for certain. She half expected to hear helicopter blades whirring over their heads. Her hair sizzled and began sparking again, but she ignored it. This Tremor seemed to know where he was going, and Aleah needed to get out of this place. Every time she used her powers it upped the chance of her being caught. Even though she had no idea who he was, or where he was taking them, she followed.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."



Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
— David Foster Wallace