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Post by Keiko Nakajima on Jun 9, 2015 5:01:26 GMT
Keiko stared in surprise at the beast, before she clenches her fists, creating a small gravity increase around her arm as she reared back, focusing on enhancing the kinetic force behind the punch. The greater mass and kinetic force would enhance her own strength as she roared back at the dinosaur.
"I've had enough of your GAMES!!!" She yelled, not to the dinosaur, but to whoever it was who had sent her here, regardless of whether they could still see her or not. She threw the punch with all her strength towards the grumpy Dinosaur.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 9, 2015 15:24:36 GMT
Keiko Nakajima MIG: 29 (Enchanced by Source)
Keiko finds herself covered in the guts of a dead, no longer grumpy dinosaur. It is hot and many kinds of icky. She will require a long shower after this encounter, should she ever sees one again.
The other dinosaurs recognize an alpha predator and stamp off. Keiko spots a nearby stream to rinse off in.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 10, 2015 3:43:03 GMT
"As it should be" Ewan said He took a moment to ensure his Companion couldn't hear what he was saying, so as to fill the act "If I may be honest, I'm more here for my friend out there" he said, gesturing to where the Trustwell agent was, outside the office "I met him a few years back while travelling, he is a decent guy, but can be a bit stubborn, and has had trouble finding work, I heard he was here and since he is normally a bit too proud to come to a place like this, no offence intended" Ewan said. "Well, I agreed to come along as well, hopefully , I had for a while thought of settling down somewhere for a bit, so I thought why not ambrosia" he continued, taking a moment to use his Morphic resonance again, this time focusing on his mother, as he paused momentarily. Again, the thoughts ring with a loud clarity. Lauren is going to freak the fuck out. Not sure how John will react..."Well, your friend, as a Native American, has a rather complicated relationship with the U.S. government. It's understandable he would be stubborn, after Ambrose Oakmont and Andrew Jackson and Wounded Knee. He has a good reason, I would say. We here understand what it feels to be lost and discarded. No connections, no greater authority to appeal to. This place was founded in the hopes of tending to to local residents because they were almost entire refugees and illegal immigrants. Did you know the Starborn are legally considered neither of those? Without a homeland, homeless Americans have more rights and benefits. At least the UK feeds and shelters them, even if its essentially slavery" She had lost her smile. "I don't know what's worse, being thought of as trash or or being thought of as tools." |
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Jun 10, 2015 9:56:02 GMT
"It is a troubling thought" Ewan said, activating his Morphic Resonance again, this time probing for information on himself, and Starborn.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 11, 2015 6:40:44 GMT
There were two sets of thoughts. The first was again Juniper's, simple and clear.
Why is he lying? We know what he is. Perhaps he just needs to be put at ease...
The other other presence was entirely new, and this one... echoed somehow, in a way Ewan had never encountered, as though a single thought were repeated in unison by a choir. It was distinctly masculine.
We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form.
"Hello, Ewan. You probably don't remember me. My name is John Wick."
Ewan Cromwell INT: 44
Behind him, in the office, was a tall man, lean, in a sweatervest and ties. His eyes were brown like his hair, and his voice was distinctly English, but there such a hint of carefully constructed enunciation, Ewan was certain it was either a false accent or at least a strong indicator it wasn't his original one. Wick appears somewhat older than Ewan, perhaps early 30s, but perhaps it is stress.
With perfect memory, Ewan can be sure he has never met this man, at least not as he seems now.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Jun 11, 2015 6:56:52 GMT
Ewan, somewhat taken by surprise, opted not to show his suprise, instead focusing on getting as much as possible from the conversation.
"Well, you have got me intrigued Mr Wick" Ewan said,
"Your right, I have no recollection of you, in fact, I am certain I have never met John Wick before, which leaves the question, who were you when I did meet you, how are you involved with Dr Vaughn, and most importantly, what do you know about my Mother?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 11, 2015 7:17:10 GMT
"I was 7, you were 12. Your mother helped arrange safe passage out of Europe for my family. Lauren Darrell saved countless lives by forging IDs and offering advice to other refugees and fugitives she encountered while looking after you. A lot of that work is what became the foundation for what we do here today.. Starborn and humans working together to help other Starborn and humans facing persecution. And now... you've finally found us. She never doubted it."
The age was obviously off. This man could not be five years younger than Ewan. And yes, his mother had always had a knack for finding new identities, but it seemed odd she would never mention this 'community' to him. Either she was an incredibly dedicated member, or she was incredibly dedicated to preventing Ewan from coming into contact with them. Neither possibility seemed particularly uplifting, and of course, he could simply be lying.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Jun 11, 2015 7:33:25 GMT
"Interesting, the issue is, your obviously not 19, and you have left out 1 important detail, how come I am only hearing about this 4 years after she vanished, from a complete stranger?" Ewan said.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 12, 2015 21:54:07 GMT
Elize Groeneveld INT: 8
Once upon a time, this area may have been Starcrown's financial center, but now it was just a series of buildings noone could afford to operate. Many of them were either half-finished or half-fallen. Elize didn't know the history for this area, but it wasn't hard to imagine Chronos Consolidated turning into this during the Reign.
The street was deserted, except for a few teenage boys playing ball nearby in a court beside an old apartment complex that may have been the Ritz Hilton of its day. One of them gives Elize a whistle, but makes no attempt to approach. Near the building marked 'Scarcrown Heights Welcome Center' was a very expensive car that stood out of place. Either Stacrown's crime problem was an exaggeration, this person was a fool, or for whatever reason, people intentionally avoided trouble in this area.
There was no clear entrance to the building, except through an alleyway nearby, with a door marked 'WELCOME TO STARCROWN HEIGHTS!'.
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"I'm sure you recall what Hamlet told Horatio." John Wick gave a genuinely warm smile, which somehow made him look even more disturbing. Ewan remembered similar men from his childhood in England, well-meaning bureaucrats looking to destroy his mother's life for the sake of something better. "I was born five years after you, but I am not an adolescent. Unlike your gift, which exerts its influence itself entirely within the confines of your consciousness, mine stretches out into the depths of reality itself. As I affect the world, so does it affect me in turn. For contrast, I know of a man who is already centuries old, and resides here in Ambrosia."
"As to Dr. Vaughan, well... that is a story for another time." His head tilted towards Ewan's companion in the hall.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Jun 13, 2015 2:51:15 GMT
Ewan, starting to get weary of Wicks avoidance of his questions, and so was more blunt.
"Lets assume I believe everything your saying, you still avoided my question, why am I hearing of my mothers work now, 4 years after she just vanished?" He asked, not hiding the annoyance on his tone.
"And actually, why should I believe you, I have yet to see any real proof of what you say?" he added.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on Jun 13, 2015 21:01:28 GMT
Keiko had expected much when she threw her swing at full power. Some animatronic to explode, or some sort of magical poof. She stared at the pile of red mess in front of her, then to her hands cover in entrails and blood, feeling it all over her.
She let out a whimper, then a sob, running towards the steam with tears and crying all the way, "IM SooOoOOOoooOoorrryyy.."
Shed never be able to look at dinosaurs the same way ever again.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 17, 2015 3:01:24 GMT
Keiko heard a strong voice in thick Kanto Japanese. "Dear Keiko-chan... please do not mourn the reptile. He was but a hungry ghost." There was now an Asian man with white hair and lab coat nearby, accompanied by Mr. Wick. The man was older than Wick, with a stark white moustache, but his shoulders were strong, and he had a face that Keiko recognized as commanding authority. Wick kept his own head low, as a sign of respect.
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Elsewhere, Wick sighed, showing the barest sign of frustration in his eyes. "Ewan, you are smarter than this. You know that you have been hunted by governments since before you were born. Under their supervision, you could have revolutionized medical science, mathematics, any number of technologies, military intelligence... instead, you chose to become an architect. A noble goal, but still nothing compared to the wonders you could have achieved under the guidance of others. Still..."
He turned around and opened the door to the hallway... revealing Ewan's home, as seen from his front door. "I think this conversation will have to be continued at a later time, after my companions and I have seen to the assassin in the hallway. But rest assured, your mother will contact you very soon."
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Jun 17, 2015 3:14:55 GMT
Ewan was intrigued by the nature of this place, however he was also frustrated with this Mr Wick, whoever the man was.
"I'm eager with anticipation" Ewan said, before walking into his house and closing the door, possibly slightly harder than was strictly necessary.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on Jun 17, 2015 4:07:40 GMT
Keiko looked between the two men, hands clenched and tears still in her eyes as she spoke in japanese as well. "What's going on..." She asked shakingly, before her face twisted into one of pure anger, "...WHAT's GOING ON!?!?!" She shouted as loud as she could, throwing her arms to her side as the entire strange situation was becoming to much.
"Was that thing real!? Is any of this even real!?" She demanded as she motioned her arms to the surrounding area, her eyes going to wick as she spoke, "Are you even real, Wick-San?"
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