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"We're here." said all the workers at their compuiters in unison.

"Nice job, guys." Mr.Anasazi said, peering out of one of Leviathan's windows to the city below. "Just like I remeber it." Andromeda HQ suddenly caught his eye. Mr.Anasazi whistled. "Don't remember that though..."

Alastor walked by with a can of beer in his hand. "I'm going down for awhile." Mr.Anasazi siad to his partner. "Don't kill anyone while I'm gone."

"What're ya gonna do alone, huh, boss?"

"Oh, nothing big. Just visiting an old place I remembered. I'm beam myself back up when I'm done. Then we'll get down to business."


Mr.Anasazi stood in a graveyard in front of a lone headstone.


Really thought I could trust the guy. Mr.Anasazi thought to himself. Thought he was the last semi-honest guy in town. But nooooooo, he went and stabbed me in the back ,screwed me over, damn near killed me, and then I had to get the biggest ragtag team to ram  ten tons of vengeance down his throat. REally hated to do that. And then I had to start thi new freakin' gig with that nihilistic fruit loop. I know ithere's a massive countdown in the sky counting down the seconds till him and Jericho kill eachother, or he stabs me in the back and runs off with frikkin'  Gerrx, or maybe till Jerich ogets fed up with my %^&* and edcideds to go back to the old days.

Mr. Anasazi knelt and put his hand on the headstone, sighing deeply.

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CHARACTER:Hathorne Makane
Affiliation: excop / hero
Powers:healing factor
Personality:Cold hearted, kills any villins, cocky, , likes to smoke.
Weapons:12 gage shotgun, 45caliber pistol, magnum, sniper rifle, combat knife, daul berrets, throwing knifes, steel pipe, V tec goggles.
Appearence:Whiteskin, Black hair, Blue eyes, big build/muscular, wears a large leather coat, with all his holster all tucked inside his coat, his shotgun is on his back, his pipe is in his inside pocket it is32 inches long.
   The hum of the engine in the back round calms down Hathorne as he thinks of the task ahead.It was raining a great time to kill those who judged him.Hank and Carey were talking at the front of the van, probably argueing
about how safe it is.Carey is always worried about my safety, on the other hand Hank always knows that i can handle any situation thanks to my healing factor the only power that seperates me from the humans.The van comes to a stop and Hank slide the little window that will let him see the back of the van.Hanks says"are you ready Hathorne", Hathorne puts out his cigarette, cocks his shotgun and says"when am I not ready".Hathorne opens up the escape door from the top. He gets out looks into the sky as the rain hits his face and says"let the waters from the sky wash my soul".
  There was something that alerted Hathorne, it was a blue flash he had seen at a distance that alerted him, as he sqwinted his eyes he realized that the statue of liberty had been struck by lighting he reached into his pocket and pulled out his v-tech goggles.From inside the car he could hear Hank scream"holy crap", a numerous amount of times.Hathorne sliped back into the car and opened the window "why the hell are you driving to the danger?",... it took a minute for Hank to respond"well those people might need help","thats not our job the mission has been compromised,so we get the hell out of New York and back to Mission city". Carey looked at Hathorne with disgust and replied"but those people", Hathorne cut her off before she could finish and said"our mission was to defeat Alastor by any cost not, risk our skin trying to save anyone".Hathorne slamed the window shut lit a cig and sat down by the computer, Hank turned the car around and headed back to mission city.

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((Um we already have a mutant with a healing factor... 
And then you have a mutant who kills mutants?))

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Vandal approached Frost, the pair had an odd relationship. Vandal tended to flirt and lead him on then give him the cold shoulder. Her explanation to Haze had been that she hadn't wanted to delve into anything serious with another team member but Haze suspected she was just worried that Frost wasn't serious.

"Hey iceman, got a drink for me?" Vandal asked with a cheeky grin.

"Always for you," Frost said with a returning grin as he handed her a glass.

Vandal attempted to take a sip but as usual the entire contents of the glass were frozen. "I prefer liquid beverages," she commented as she put the drink down. Vandal headed towards Chromium, Haze, Jack and Chink. "So who do I get to play with?"

Frost immediately raised his hand, "I'll come with you."

"I was meaning which suspect am I going to take on," Vandal clarified.

"Oh," Frost replied then perked up, "I can come as back up."

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Flame stood and looked out the window. He wasn't able to sleep, he was having the dreams again. Being taken, seeing what he now recognized as a muzzle flash in the dark as they killed his mother, then waking up in a dark cell hours later. He had been changed.

   He remembered escaping, the psychic ability in him manifesting its self as fire, brought on by pain, anger, and hatred. The fire he had wielded had been hot enough to burn out of the cell, he killed everyone in the lab, destroying the data, everything. Unfortunately, he had destroyed who he was. He did not remember his name, or where he had lived, only that it was in this city. He had burnt the hidden laboratory, and killed all of the scientists. He remembered the sound of bursting glass, and the feeling of the rain pouring down around him when he had escaped, running down his arms only to sizzle and evaporate when it touched his still burning hands. Slowly the fire died and he found himself in a canal, ankle deep in water. It was dark. He remembered finding a bridge, and sleeping under it. He could still talk, and he could read as well, the scientists had made sure he could.

  He stopped thinking about the past, and stepped out of the house. He crouched down then pushed off, a shockwave rippling the air and kicking dust up.

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A light rain had started to fall as Haze made her way to Blur’s last known address. She had left the others to decide where they were going, Blur was not seen as a threat she couldn’t handle. As she reached the narrow apartment building she was glad to find an awning to stand under. She looked at the door and realised she was going to have to buzz in.

Haze found the button for number 6 and pushed it. There was silence for a moment then a static crackle. “Yeah,” was all that the male voice said.

Haze pushed the button to speak, “Hi I’m looking for Alex.”

“And who are you?” Came the response.

“I’m Kaylene West, I went to…” she started to say but the door suddenly opened. Taking her finger off the button Haze quickly went inside. “That was rather easy,” she commented to herself.

After checking the apartment numbers Haze made her way upstairs as she reached the second floor she saw Alex, also know as Blur, standing in his own doorway waiting for her. “Long time no see,” he said as he looked her up and down.

“That’s for sure,” Haze replied as she made her way towards him.

“So to what do I owe the honour?” Alex said with a puzzling smile.

Haze raised a brow then chuckled, “Don’t worry I haven’t come here to hit you again.”

“Oh that, I must have done something to deserve that.” Alex said with a touch of annoyance in his tone.

“You weren’t serious, it had to have been a dare.” Haze said in response as she adjusted her scarf.

“Really? You think so?” He asked and a most interesting look passed over his face. Haze suddenly wished that Vandal had come with her. She could have told her what he was thinking.

“Can I come in?” Haze asked feeling a little exposed in the corridor.

Alex looked a little agitated, “Oh sorry, yes please come in.” He stood back so Haze could walk into his apartment.

Haze moved forward and was greeted with a warm room. She immediately loosened her scarf and felt Alex’s hands on her shoulders.

“May I take your coat?” he asked sounding rather gruff.

“Sure,” Haze replied as she shifted to ease the coat off.

She wore a dark purple knitted top and a pair of black jeans with her favourite ankle-high boots. The woollen scarf around her neck was sky blue, she unlooped it so it hung down to her knees, detracting from the silver belt at her waist.

“Please take a seat,” Alex said as he indicated to the sofa.

Haze sat down on the two-seater and looked around the room. It was fairly plain and Haze suspected that Alex lived alone.

“Would you like something to drink? Tea or Coffee?” He asked looking somewhat nervous.

“A coffee would be great,” Haze said as she leant back into the sofa.

“Still white with one sugar?” Alex asked as he moved towards the back of the room.

“Yeah,” Haze said feeling rather surprised that he remembered. It had to have been over ten years since she’d seen him, let alone had coffee with him. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

Alex didn’t answer until he came back with two mugs of coffee. “I ah, I remember because you take your coffee the same as my sister.”

Haze nodded as she took the mug from him. His explanation was believable however the way he said it was not so convincing. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “I guess you’re wondering why I am here.”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Alex replied as he took a sip from his mug.

“You’ve probably noticed that I’m in league with other supers now. I finally chose a side,” she started.

“Yeah I hear you’ve taken the name of Haze,” Alex said as he watched her over the rim of his coffee mug. “You’re also dating the metal man.”

Haze nodded but felt uncomfortable under Alex’s scrutinising eyes, “Yes I am seeing Chromium. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Have you seen the news lately about national monuments being destroyed?”

Alex raised a brow, “I have. I have also noticed that a lightening wielding super villain has been responsible for it. Is that why you’re here?”

Haze could see he was growing angry, but he deserved the truth. “Yes I thought you might be able to give me some leads.”

“No you’ve come here to see if I did it,” Alex said as he placed his coffee mug down.

Alex was on his feet. Haze mimicked his motion and also stood. “You think so little of me?” Alex said as he made his way towards her.

Haze took a step backward but Alex moved in on her. “That’s not true, you were one of three likely suspects. I wanted to make sure you weren’t the culprit.”

Alex continued stalking towards her until she was backed up against a wall. “You always thought the worst of me, Kaylene.”

“That’s not true,” Haze replied as she realised she had no more space to move.

Alex placed his hands on the wall on either side of Haze’s head and moved closer. “It is the truth. You said it yourself. You thought that when I asked you out I’d only do it on a dare. You were wrong, very wrong, just as you are now. I did not have anything to do with the destruction of those monuments.”

Haze blinked as she watched him, his face was very close to hers and she could see that he was telling the truth. “Okay I believe you,” she said quietly.

Alex’s hands dropped back to his sides and he moved away slightly but not enough for Haze to feel comfortable. “So what do we do now?” Alex asked as he watched her with an unreadable look on his face.

“I guess I need to move on to the next suspect,” Haze said feeling a little rattled.

“So you’re out of the door and out of my life again without a backward glance,” Alex said as he ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair.

“You make it sound like we were more than just acquaintances,” Haze said in her defence.

“You were more than an acquaintance to me,” Alex said looking at her meaningfully.

Haze swallowed, this was getting complicated way too fast. “I already have someone special in my life,” Haze told as she thought of Chromium.

Alex lifted her left hand, “You’re not married though.”

“No but that doesn’t mean our relationship isn’t serious,” Haze said in response. Her hackles were rising.

“Perhaps, but it also means that I still have a chance,” Alex said as he moved back so Haze could reach her coat.

“A chance at what?” Haze said growing increasingly annoyed. “I am committed to Chromium. I’m not about to leave him.”

Alex shrugged as he put his own jacket on, “We’ll see. In the meantime I intend to prove my innocence and if that means following you around, then so be it.”

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Jack browsed through the two other people. Haze had just left.  He saw the names.  Alastor and Electric Guy.

"Oh.  No way.  I'm taking Electric Guy.  His name is awesome."

Chink immediately spoke up.  "I'll go after him too!"

"Okay.  Chink.  Let's go."  Jack began outside and Chink followed after.  He made his way outside and hopped onto down into the garage.  They passed supercar after supercar.  Chink watched in wonder.

"I never knew you owned one of these!"

"What?  Oh her!"  He said motioning in the direction of a Gallardo. 

"You own that one?!  It's beautiful."

"Hm.  Well she does have her problems.  But I'd say she's about the manliest thing on the road.  Somanly."

"You got that-"  She stoped dead as he passed the Gallardo and hopped onto a scooter.  But then a smile crept onto her lips and she laughed.  "Good one Jack.  You are such a joker."

Jack looked hurt.  "Me!  A joker!  I never joke!  Wait.  Scratch that.  I never joke in the presence of ladies.  No that doesn't work either...  Okay I joke.  But this is my manly vehicle.  What do you think?"

"Well since you drive it..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing.  Make room."

Chink hopped on and revved the engine.  He took off.  They plodding their way along to the last known coordinaes of Electric Guy.

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Character: Shifter (Real name Brandon James)
Affiliation: Super Hero
Powers: Able to change into animals(Modeling Beast Boy from Teen Titans)
Personality: Humorous, calm and when it comes down to a fight is silent at times
Age: 25
Appearence: except all Jet Black

Shifter went outside and said "Ah what a beautiful day" he runs into an alley and turns into a hawk. As he flys up he remembers what happened to him that gave him his super powers {FLASHBACK} (He was in a party in a warehouse with a few people dancing, when a bunch of thugs decide to shoot at each other inside the warehouse not knowing that there were nuclear waste in there. Well they shoot the cans of nuclear waste from their unacceptable behavior they ran and left every one behind but we this happens all the cans fell and tey opened. Suddenly all the nuclear waste was on the floor and rising. every one got out safely but in order to protect the others he pushed the others out the warehouse and closed the gate so the waste wouldn't get out. The waste covered Brandon and he felt that he was changing. When he got out he didn't want anybody to know that he was enhanced with Super Powers.) Brandon says to himself " I don't want to relive this again

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Alastor waited anxiously abord the Leviathan, anticipating his boss's return.

"^%&*, man, where are you?" He asked aloud, brandishing his scimitar. It had been a gift from his employer. The blade was special, able to act as a sort of lightning rod for Alastor that he could charge with electricity so that it shocked anyone who came in contact with it. He could also toss and then recall the blade at will and fire bolts of lighting from it. He called the latter function his "magic #%^&ing wand of Bradburry." No one was really sure why.

Alastor remembered his first mission with Bradburry.

It was 2018, in a city called Green Leaf, Michigan. Mr.Anasazi had given Alastor the sword before turning him loose to do an "audition" as he had called it.

The Leviathan was still largely under construction at that time, so they had travelled there by plane. Alastor had been sent to kill a man named Dirk Cosgrove, an old associate of Anasazi's. Dirk had lived in a run-down shed 10 miles west of nothing. The closest buidling was a rundown Kwik-E-Mart that had caught on fire long ago.

Dirk was asleep on a stained and filthy matress, while a adult-only movie was playing on a 7-inch TV screen.

Alastor had approached the house from the outside. The windows were blown out, so he could have easily glided in that way. He dedcided to blow the door of its hinges with a loud clap of thunder.

"Whuzzah?!!?" Dirk had awoken with a start.

"Jeez, man, what the heck have you been doing in here? It smells like a bunch of hobos came in here, got drunk, relieved themselves, then weaved in and out eachother's Hershey Highways till they all died of ezhaustion and rotted in here!" Alastor was floating in the air, bathed in an eery blue glow, his sword in one hand, the other on his hip flamboyantly.

"Who the-- Aw, hell with it. You know who I am?" Dirk roared, sounding very intoxicated. His eyes, which were staring in two different directions, igninted in an orangish glow and a stream of fire exploded from his throat.

"You know who I used to be?" He growled between bursts of flames that Alastor didn't need to avoid because they were terribly off-target. "I used to be Slowburn! I handed people like you their ^&%*#$@@$^%$^$--"

In the middle of this profanity fest, Alastor dashe din the air towards Dirk, blade outstretched, like he was jousting atop a phantom horse, spearing Slow Burn through the stomach. The moentum carried the tow into a wall.

"Tsk, tsk, such foul language, Dirk!" Alastor chastised him, shoving the hand not holding his sword into Slow burn's mouth. "Time to rinse your mouth out."

Moments later, Alastor stood over an extra-cripsy, unindentifiable corpse. "Aw, crap. It was supposed to look like an accident." He remembered, realsing his folly. "Oh well." Alastor knelt down, buidling up all the energy he could muster. These adial attacks took some time to build up, but they were worth it.


"Yeah, those were the good times." Alastor chuckled to himself, relishing that day.

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Flame hit the ground in the alley with the usual burst of psychic energy. He stepped out of the alley into the empty street. It was raining lightly. Flame loved the rain, the sounds it made as it hit the city. This wasn't much at all, he began to walk down the street, looking up at the sky, he eventualy began to wonder why he had left before, it didn't make much sense to him, He was starting to think it might have been because of- Flame stopped and listened, he heard something.... It sounded like a scooter.

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After 4 hours of seeing nothing but desert and corn, Jericho was relieved at the sight of Mission City. The massively tall buildings pierced the sky above the coastline, creating a familiar silouhette.

"It looks exactly how...I...remember it...That's not...The Andromeda Building. It looks...bigger in person. Damn." Jericho could just sigh...for now. He drove around the city looking for any sign of a bright yellow lightbulb standing around, yet found nothing. He drove out of the main sector and pulled over, got out, and lit up a cigar.
"Where is he Eleanor..." At this moment, the car stalled and died. "Ack! Ragafrikasica...rrrrrrr...damn. Of all places. A graveyard..."

*hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*

"This IS my signature."

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Jack continued along.  As he continued on he felt Chink's arm gently reach around his waist.  Odd.  None of these turns were that harrowing.  And he'd taken some harrowing turns on this scooter of his.  He filed the fact in the back of his mind along with quantum physics and the cycles of the moon.  Scootering along he witnessed a sight that would send most regular people screaming about in terror.  But not Jack.  He stopped and put the lady in front of him. 

"There's something in that alley!  It looks menacing."

"Should I take care of it?"

"Pssh.  You're probably too scared.  Let me handle it!" 

She gave him an odd look.  But then laughed.  Insanity is only funny when appreciated.  Jack pulled out Beauty aand Beast and rounded the corners.  He laughed when he saw who it was.  And he engufled him in a hug.

"Flame!  So good to-"

"Watch out Jack!  He's got you!"

Chink came out of nowhere shoving Jack aside.  She assumed a fight position and rushed at Flame. 

((Okay if Chink isn't a fighter at all I change it.  But just have her slap around Flame a bit.  Make sure he defends himself.  So hopefully we see what her powers are.))

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Chink’s body immediately reacted to the danger and millions of scales immerged from under her skin to cover her body in an impenetrable layer. The sound it made was a very distinctive ‘chink’ as it set in place.

Chink moved her arm and any loose scales flew as sharp mini projectiles directly at her enemy.

“Wait! He’s not our enemy!” Jack shouted.

Chink hesitated and she was tackled by Flame. She immediately started pounding him with her elbows, the blows were hard. Flame immediately lived up to his name by bursting into orange flames.

Chink closed her eyes to protect them, she suddenly flew into the air with Flame still attached.

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"VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER!  Well that's just a generalization.  And it doesn't really apply!  Ah what the heck.  Time for Jackie to intervene."  They both fell back to the earth and began slugging it out.

Jack randomly ran into the middle of the fight.  Chink immediately stopped her fist in mid air inches from the back of Jack's head but Flame for whatever reason followed through leveling Jack.  Jack felt a few bones in his face crack. He stood up and tried to talk but nothing came out.  Only a groan.  He started randomly running around yelling. After what seemed like an eternity his jaw finally healed but he kept on yelling.

I can't talk!  My gift to the rest of the world!  GONE!  AAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Flame only rolled his eyes.  "Jack!  You can talk!"

"I can?  Hey I can!  Hallelujah!  It's a miracle!"

"So Jack.  Who is this?  Another lady in your life?"

Jack grew solemn.  "She's just a friend.  My heart belongs to someone else."

"Jack face it.  She isn't coming back."  Flame placed a scaly hand on Jack's shoulder.  Chink allowed her scales to retract back under her skin.  She still had a chance with Jack.  She would just have to step up her efforts.

Jack casually switched topics.  "So.  Flame.  Meet Chink.  Newest member of Andromedina."


"Right.  I knew that.  I like my name better.  It rolls off the tongue.  Anyway.  We are looking for a dude named Electric Guy."

"Can't say I know him."

"Did I ask you?  No.  So don't answer unless spoken to.  Goodness.  Youth these days.  What I was wondering is that if you want to help us do some persuading." Jack tapped his head.  "You and your tele-whatever could come in handy."

"Sure I'll do it.  It's not as if I have anything else better to do."

"I only have room for two on my manly scooter..."

"Don't worry.  I've picked up a few tricks."  With that Flame hovered with ease in the air.

"Where to Capitain?"

"Right.  Follow me."  Jack and Chink hopped on and made their way to the last known location of Electric Guy.

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Character: Desdemona
Affiliation: Neutral – soul eater
Age: Unknown as she’s neither dead nor alive
Appearance: Blonde woman looking to be in her mid twenties. Her straight hair is worn down with a part in the middle. She wears a sleeveless cream dress that touches her toes. Over this she wears a black velvet cloak.
Personality: Desdemona is a servant to Death. Her purpose is to return errant souls or troublesome entities back to the underworld. She is summoned when a dark soul is released from its captivity.

Desdemona raised her head from the dark sleep. It was time yet again. She had another soul to retrieve. Part of her was weary of it all, mainly because she’d been so close to having a chance at life once again only this time she would have had someone wonderful to share it with.

However that had not eventuated. The last soul she had to collect to fill her quota had eluded her. Void had somehow gone to another plane of existence. Her chance at becoming human once more was extinguished for who knows how long.

She had gone to Death to renegotiate the terms of her quota. It hadn’t been a good deal, Death didn’t like to be cheated out of a soul that should have been his. Her deal was to collect 200 souls in Void’s place. She was up to 174 but it could be years before she collected the remaining souls allocated to her. They never died at exactly the same time. Her only shortcut was to find Void once more, but chances of that were slim to none.

Desdemona floated into the air, up into the sky. Her form was invisible to anyone alive, as she was hidden from view by her own will. Desdemona had many powers, as she was undead and had virtually no limits to what she could do. But since Death couldn’t have rogue Soul Eaters there were rules and boundaries that Desdemona had to conform to.

She had been unable to visit Jack. None of the souls she had to consume had been anywhere near Mission City. However this time it was different. Desdemona could feel it. Even if she couldn’t reach Jack physically she’d find him in his dreams. Even being almost devoid of all emotion, Desdemona found herself missing Jack.

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Character: Blur (Real Name: Alex Leigh)
Affiliation: Neutral
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Personality: The quiet type but when he talks people listen. He’s cool, calm and collected but loves a good fight.
Appearance: Dresses fairly casual to blend in. He tends to wear dark blue jeans, black t-shirt and a three-quarter length leather jacket.
Powers: Can dissipate into a fine mist, has the ability to conjure lightening at his will, is naturally strong and athletic with a rapid acting healing factor.

As Blur knelt down to tie his bootlaces back in a knot he grunted as he looked at the sky. It was going to rain again and Kaylene was looking at him with impatience.

He still couldn’t believe that she had turned up at his apartment. It had to have been 13 years since he’d seen her. That last time was when he’d asked her out and she’d clobbered him. He’d never understood why but now he did. She’d thought it had been a dare. Kaylene had never thought a lot of herself when he had known her. These days she looked a lot more self assured.

He’d first met Kaylene when he’d come over to see her cousin Maria Dunlap, also known as Starbright. Alex had been smitten the moment he’d laid eyes on Kaylene. Unfortunately the feeling had not been mutual. Kaylene had seen everyone as her enemy when she was a teenager. She did pay some attention to Maria but more often it was to the younger sister, Bethany.

Alex had increased his visits to see Maria though he always had an ulterior motive. He was certain that Maria’s parents were just waiting for him to suddenly become her boyfriend rather than Kaylene’s.

He’d had the odd moments alone with Kaylene but the conversations had always been awkward and stilted. Nerves had constantly gotten the best of him and she had simply been antisocial to the extreme.

“Are you done yet?” She asked with ever increasing impatience.

Alex stood, “Yeah I’m done. I was just wondering what ever happened to Bethany? I know Maria’s no longer with us.”

Haze turned sombre. “Bethany is still alive and well. I keep my distance, I don’t want her to end up on the same path as Starbright.”

“I doubt that your influence is going to result with her dying,” Alex said in response.

“Better safe than sorry,” Haze replied as she quickened her step.

“You blame yourself for everything bad that’s ever happened to anyone you love, don’t you?” Alex asked although he was certain that he was right.

“What does it matter to you?” Haze hissed feeling the hostile part of her come out of hibernation. She really needed to see Chromium, as he always seemed to centre her.

Alex didn’t respond he could see that she needed her space. He walked by her side matching her pace. He knew that she’d be returning to her team and wondered if they’d let him in.

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Gerrrx smiled. he had finished his brandy and thanked the waitress with as possible kindly he could manage.
Alastor was destroying New York, including other resorts and famous buildings in the world. Gerrrx wondered if he could be so popular. He smiled and fell asleep.........

You've been holding out on us again haven't you? Since you haven't given us enough money, I'll guess I'll have to take it out of you piece by piece! - Unknown Mandalorian.

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Flame was above the scooter, he had no idea what 'Electric Guy's mind felt like, it would be hard to find him. He looked down, seeing the now unarmored Chink clinging to Jack. Shes lucky I didn't decide to kill her..... Flame voiced to Jack.I could have too. Lit her up inside her scales. Flame paused for a moment, thinking. You notice she only attacked me after it looked like I was about to kill you..I think she likes you.

No, she just thought the big scary lizard-person was evil. I think. Jack thought, he was unable to project his thoughts but he was able to 'speak' in a much simpler way

Yeah, look at the way shes clinging to you. That piece of junk your riding isn't going that fast. Shes not afraid I can tell you that just from looking. Here let me check

Flame began to listen to Chink's thoughts and wasn't exactly suprised to find she was thinking about Jack. There were a few thoughts questioning why they were being helped by a lizard-person who was probably going to kill them.

I Can hear you.... Flame voiced, almost laughing at her reaction

[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
[url=]Interrogations are hard...[/url]

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Gerrrx woke up. He had arrived. He took his luggage and got out of the plane. He looked around his new resort for a month and smiled. Although it was nice , he had to find Alastor right away to discuss the meeting.....

You've been holding out on us again haven't you? Since you haven't given us enough money, I'll guess I'll have to take it out of you piece by piece! - Unknown Mandalorian.

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Burnout had taken a bit of a rest inside the lobby of an apartment building, narrowly avoiding the watchmen by racing around at the last second.  Even though he had technically been on the run, not in contact with any human or mutant person (Okay, he had stopped for a couple of burgers along the way) he still knew about the destruction of many of the worlds’ largest and most famous monuments.  This was interesting, to say the least.

After a generally quick and unnoticed breakfast, he took to the roads again, shooting down the streets in an orange and silver blur.  There were times that he simply started running, and let his conscious control go, letting his feet take him places.  He didn’t know how, but almost every time he did this, he wound up with a treasure trove of information, success, and sometimes clandestine meetings he hadn’t expected to find. He did this now.  And, expectedly, he wound up in a place he had never expected to be.

He could see a demolished wreck of a warehouse, one that the city had neglected to rebuild.  This was curious in itself.  The weird shimmer from underneath the rubble was weirder still.  He slowly jogged to the side (the equivalent of a car going about 50 kilometres per hour), and began to dig rapidly through the debris.

After about fifteen minutes of chucking debris and junk, he found himself staring at smooth, yet rotted floorboards, those that had belonged to the floor of the warehouse.  And on the floorboards rested two very intriguing objects.  There was a golden globe of what appeared to be light lying beside an ebon globe of what could only be described as shadow. 

Now why does this whole deal give me the willies? 

Burnout shrugged, and replaced the pile of rubble, hoping that no one would discover the globes until he could establish a permanent home.  Speaking of which, that was next on his agenda.  His attention shifting from spheres of light and shadow to acquiring a home in a second, and then he was off, zooming down the streets.

Due to maintenance problems, the light at the end of the tunnel will not be in operation today.  Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.

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Gerrrx went to the office were Alastor worked. He waited , a waitress came in. " Can i get you anything? " she said. " A small brandy and a hotdog please. " " Right away. " she said. and walked off. Gerrrx smiled as he sat down.....

You've been holding out on us again haven't you? Since you haven't given us enough money, I'll guess I'll have to take it out of you piece by piece! - Unknown Mandalorian.

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Jack pondered what Flame had said.

PIECE OF JUNK!  Not that fast!  Pssh.  Not fast equals unmanly.  And this is about one of the manliest things on the road.  He made sure to think extra loud.  Jack took a corner rather sharp riding on the sidewalk nearly knocking some people down.  Some cursed and others laughed. 

"Stop laughing at the lizardman!  He has feelings too!"

This caused Flame to break down in laughter nearly losing his concentration.  QUickly he gained composure and steadied himelf.

So Jack.  How much longer?

Just around the corner.  He lives in an old dilapetated apartment building.

As they came up on the building Jack parked his scooter in the alley.  He made his way to the door.

Chink spoke up.  "Not the kind of guy that seems capable of taking out several wonders of the world."

"Maybe that's what he wants us to think!  Maybe this is all a clever disguise!  Perhaps there issome secret lab in there."

Flame pushed the door in and was not surprised to see more junk lying around.

"Now you pull the candlestick on the wall revealing a staircase!"  Jack made his way to an old lighting fixture on the wall and pulled it as hard as he could.  The fixture and a section of the rotting wood came off.

"Well.  There goes that idea."  A racket to the left caught Jack's ear.


"Hey nice rhyme.  How long did that take you to figure that one out?" 

"Do notpoke fun of me!  For I shall destroy you!"  Jack took the time to sum up his enemy.  He had a thin scrawny form.  On his hands were gloves that were spluttering with a form of electricity.  Pathetic.

"Sic em Flame!"

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url][/url]

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Gerrrx ate. His hotdog was squirted with ketchup and mustard. His brandy was 5 centimetres full with rich, expensive liquid. He finished eating , brushed himself down and sipped his brandy. He shuddered. it was sour. He hoped Alastor was quick coming........

You've been holding out on us again haven't you? Since you haven't given us enough money, I'll guess I'll have to take it out of you piece by piece! - Unknown Mandalorian.

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Character: M'Lure
Affiliation: VILLIAN
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Personality: Anrgy and grudge holding. Hates non mutants and those that help them. Loves control and distuction.
Appearance: Tall blonde woman. Wears only black or plum. Always seen wearing high collared, victorian inspired, black texured leather duster. Also never seen with out dramatic plum stone and metal necklace.
Powers: Ability to manipulate metal and lesser, developing talent of moving non metal items.

History: Most of it is unknown. All that is left is a deep hate of non mutants. Has spent many years learning a great many things about mutant powers and how they could be used for her advantage. It is speculated that she was once a scientist, because of her knowedge of new and yet unheard of things. This leads many to think that she is older than she looks, but has found a way to stay youthful. The necklace she wears is a special creation of hers, designed to block out the abilty to read thoughts and minds. She has avoided conflict and being in Andromeda's database untill now, for she has been "underground" for many years waiting untill the time was right. This was eased by her "non- mutant" apperance and abilty to render her thoughts unread.

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder.
"Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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Gerrrx looked at his watch. It was 03.00. alastor was supposed to be here now, he frowned and waited for another 10 minutes......

You've been holding out on us again haven't you? Since you haven't given us enough money, I'll guess I'll have to take it out of you piece by piece! - Unknown Mandalorian.