Both are truly Marvelous OST. Gets me pumped for what to expect in the KH3 OST!!!
That Black rabbit was so cunning. Who he was, D'daear wondered as he stood with group watching the film projector spread its light across the structure on the other side of the area. The machine rattled as the reel Mickey had received was gobbled up by the projector. It was an interesting experience, the most interesting thing about it was how it acted similarly to the windows they had been visiting this entire stay in this monochrome world. It had captured images just like the other windows which had captured memories. Were they one and the same or did this film merely act like the windows but never to really have that enigmatic magic that the windows had. The images continued to roll on, showing how the trolley the black rabbit had been manning was beginning to get out of control once they passed the plateau of that hill. One by one, the passengers were being dumped off the vehicle as the vehicle passed over a hill. Thankfully, no one in the video was getting hurt; merely stranded in whatever desolate land they were in. Speaking of which... "Why is the background so plain? There's no life like in the previous windows we saw." D'daear noted, commentating on it for everyone to hear. Then the trolley fell into the ravine filled with water. D'daear's eyes widened a little in shock, but soon calmed as the Black Rabbit emerged with the top of the trolley as a flotation vehicle. From there he went off, rowing through ravine with the film ending at that as blackness overtook the image as a closing hole. D'daear placed hands on hips, letting the film digest itself into the mind. "Sooo... the other rabbits were left stranded, and the Black rabbit just swam away thankful he lived through that... All things considered, glad to see he made it..." he said, eyes staring down at the floor in small contemplation.
View attachment 42218 The heavy doors were pushed open to reveal two guards standing guard before another single door with a pad next to it. The entrance area was fairly large, but desolate. It was missing a help desk and furniture. Earthy eyes made quick to find the camera that was staring at them from the top right side corner of the room. The guards were armed like army men. Both of them held service rifles, a bullet proof vest with pouches attached to it probably containing ammunition and whatnot. From the looks of it, they were both Caucasian, just like the other guards back at the check point. Jean's hand grabbed Christie by the shoulder, applying enough force to push the woman forward with him at her six; making sure to measure his strength according to the new density. Brows furrowed as to maintain a serious demeanor, one that the guards could relate too. One of the guards looked at Christie, examining the female as the two small people drew closer to the guarded door. "We got word from Checkpoint that there'd be an agent coming through with someone. Judging from her face, she's probably here for some Medical attention." the guard said, looking at Jean dead in the eyes. "Of course. She'll be in here for... a few days for some therapy after recovery." he said, speaking in the covert tongue. To be honest Jean had no idea what the hell he was saying, merely trying to say words that could possibly be interpreted in another way. The guards men looked at one another, raising a brow to one another. The scholar rolled his eyes, trying to seem a bit annoyed. "Listen, I don't have all day. I'm new to all of this....facility protocol stuff. Whatever is going on here, I was never briefed on it. So please forgive me if I don't know the lingo to get on through, but it's been a pretty hectic day." Jean explained, tugging at Christie to show the guards what he meant by 'hectic'. "There is no protocol..." one of the guards said grinning. "Ch'yeah. We were just messing with you newbie." the other said chuckling. Jean sighed. "Haha, hilarious guys. Can you just open the door?" he queried, feeling the high school feels all over again. "Yeah, but answer me just one question." one of them said, motioning with his chin to Christie. "How'd you capture her? She's not wearing any the facilities standard cuffs. So how is she not using her magic voodoo stuff?" Placing a hand on Christie's head, he turned it to the side to reveal the ear piece she had wearing. "It's a new piece of equipment the government issued out. Better than the hand cuffs. It causes them to feel all...weird while disabling their magic voodo. " he lied. "Feel weird?" "High. Stoned. Whatever. Just open the door." Jean said impatiently. The guard nodded in concede, getting to punching the code with his free index finger. The door unlocked with a green light being visible on the pad. The other guard opened the door for them to proceed into a long stretch of hallway. There was a black bulb in the middle of the ceiling, staring at them. "One of the staff members should intercept you the other end." the guardsmen said as he shut the door. The duo progressed through the hallway, not knowing who to expect on the other side of that door.
View attachment 42197 " H'ok. Just be ready for when they take you in. I'm going to have to give you up, and most likely they'll confiscate whatever is on you. They WILL take off that earpiece of yours... So I hope you can put up some kind of mental wall or else this operation is finished before it even started..." jean said a matter of factly, making left on the street. He trusted Christie to know what to do. The car was roaring, going fast on the deserted road. The feel of this speed was just exhilarating. It brought back so many memories of Jean when he was slightly younger, experimenting with ways of manipulating molecules to create different effects. One of the first things he sought out and accomplished to do was increasing his speed. It always ended up with him self combusting inevitably, but it was always worth it. He felt unstoppable, practically free every time wind rushed past his blurry form. It was hard for him to make tight turns or tight corners, but it was still fun to try. Passing a sign, Jean scoffed through nostrils as a memory of an accident that had occurred because of his many attempts at "super-speed". He was Nineteen years old when he end up falling flat on his face on the mud during an attempt. His entire body had become dirty while the rain persisted. It was a good day to practice because the rain kept his body cool enough to not combust; although despite all of that his body was steaming. It was on that rainy day that he discovered how limitless he truly was as he got up all muddy with a toothy grin. He had began to jump for joy at his success; despite the muddy crash. The rain was pouring down on the field like a sad drama, but he didn't take it that way. That joy was just so overwhelming. Everything on this planet of theirs, heck everything in the cosmos is comprised of molecules, atoms, subatomic particles that compose substances. They rule, define the universe. According to Darwin's theory of evolution, humans were once a single celled organism. To imagine, that life started from one small organism comprised of little molecules that eventually grew, began to split into other more defined cells. That's what Jean had been thinking of as he danced on that field with his joy. "Control the fundamentals, the foundation of all life, and you'll find that the impossible is now possible.." he had said way back when. Anime, movies, T.V. series, games, etc. Perhaps Jean had been delusional at the time, but these fictions were all ideas that could potentially be imitated. If he could do all of those things, if he could succeed in imitating the things he saw in science fiction by manipulating Molecules, then that wall called fiction would no longer be real. His drive for that boundless freedom is what stirred his desire for more knowledge in the more advanced sciences. He could do anything if he just knew how and why things worked the way they worked in this universe, because then...he would understand what he had to do to burst through that limit. A checkpoint was in full view as Jean slowed the car down. There was a booth with the passage being blocked by metal bars jutting from the ground. A man holding a service rifle walked up to the car, tapping on the window. Pressing an index against the button, Jean lowered the window for the man. "Form of Identification" he said, giving him a stern look. Jean casually pulled out the badge Errol had given him, acting lax. The man looked beyond the scholar, and at the young purple haired female. Stern eyes looked back at the badge, and raised an eyebrow. He handed the badge back to the shaggy haired individual before him, looking back to his other guards. After talking through a walkie attached to the mans vest, he Waved a hand to the air. The metal bars lowered themselves a second later to allow passage through. "Whatever you're here for, godspeed..." the man said, looking down at the window in skepticism. The window closed, and the car roared to life past the blockade and towards the large facility ahead of them. The sports-car eventually found its parking spot, and Jean climbed out of it with Christie, both heading for the main entrance of the building.
View attachment 42189 The USB was light, and it could easily hide among the car keys in his pocket. Hand took hold of the device and placed it inside pockets, nodding to Brendan's words. "I'll just send you a message via e-mail that it's done or something... I don't want to risk taking off the device Errol gave me. Besides, I don't know if this device as an off switch anyway. Heh.." he said, playing coy to the fact. It was now a part of him. Sure he could unwind and excrete the device, but that was something he did not want to do just yet. It would stay on for the remainder of the mission heck maybe longer; he enjoyed his privacy after all. As long as he was in the building, playing it safe by keeping the device on was their best bet of survival. The van door was opened by Jean, allowing him passage off as well as Christie. Eyes looked back to Brendan to repeat the orders. "Send you a message within a minute. Report to you in a minute. " he said, giving both Errol and Brendan a nod. Left hand played with the car keys as eyes then focused on the borrowed car before them. It was a sports car, with a nice wing on the back of the trunk. As he neared, a smile struggled to rise as the man child tried to hold it together. Just looking at that black car was making him excited, and all giddy inside. With his black jean jacket, black basic shirt, blue original straight jeans, and black boots. He felt like an action hero from those films like Jack Reacher, Bourne Identity, etc. Thumb pressed on the unlock button from a closing distance. Hand clamped on the drivers door, and opened. Eyes were met with a nice interior. This was his first time driving such a nice classy car. He got in and immediately let hands gently feel the wheel, keeping face as stoic as possible; but it was getting harder to. He waited until Christie got inside before he went off to play with the car for the 15 mile that awaited them. "Time to play the Cop and the captured fugitive." he said, looking at the road.
View attachment 42187 "Just get me in there. They can try to read my mind all they want, but the second I see an opportunity to get everyone out I'm taking it; and god help them if they get in my way" Jean looked at the earpiece in his hands. It was not what he was expecting; he was expecting something a bit bigger. He was NOT complaining however. Looking towards Christie, it was obvious how pumped this girl was. That was a good thing, however he hoped she would not become overzealous during the mission. The way she sounded, it was like she was hellbent on being reckless when the opportunity arose. A bit of jitters made their way over Jean. Perhaps he should say something. He looked over his shoulder towards the other teams, then to Nicole. It was good for Ms. Carter to stay behind; rather it was good to hear that she was not going to get seriously involved in this operation upon discovering that she was. The woman had done her part, and now it was time for them to do theirs. The last thing they needed to do was have Ms. Carter get injured trying to save her son, or worse. What would the children do without their mother, because Jean was sure as heck not going to allow their father to have custody over them. Eyes remained fixated on the teams, mind wandering to those memories Molly had shared with Errol and himself. Just pondering on that guy made his temper abnormally negative. He looked back at the ear piece held by the tip of his index and thumb. Placing the device on the back of his ear, he automatically felt the light buzzing sensation. It was whatever. An idea occurred to him amidst the sensation, one that he honestly was not fond of, but it would definitely reassure the device to stay in place. Pre-caution and all that jazz. Without anyone being capable of realizing what he was doing, he slowly mended the device into the side of his skull, just where the ear meets the head. Skin cells quickly fell into de-mitosis around the small area where the device was, giving space for the calcium in his skull to extended outward towards the device. It only took a few seconds for the area to calcify around the implant, which hurt. Blood was controlled so as to quickly coagulate around the implant area, leaving only a small scab no bigger than an inch in the surface of his skin. It wouldn't look too weird; who the hell looks behind someones ear anyway? Shaggy hair would do the rest as to hide the scab. A small pressure could be felt in the area as his body began to adjust to the new foreign object. Hopefully anit-bodies would be kind to it. If not, well... Jean blinked a few times, tilting head around as to get a feel for the modification he has just done. "Alright. Christie and I are ready to move on your command." he said, taking the Badge from Errol and placing it in pocket.
View attachment 42181 It wasn't until Danni mumbled her reply that Jean realized he had spoken out loud while Errol was busy speaking. Mouth remained shut as a precaution; well except for when he wanted to eat. Left hand reached out for another fruit, soon after teeth sinking into the sustenance. Time went by until the meeting had finally ended with Errol thanking everyone for attending and listening. Jean went to go take another doughnut, but was met with disappointment. The cart had nearly been depleted of all of its resources. Eating in great abundance was nothing for Jean as his metabolism was constantly being used for most of his tricks. It was why eating so much rarely affected him. "Aw man... could have really used more..." he frowned at the empty tray. “I would like Jean to pose as the government official and… Christie, you as the captured telekinetic. They know your face, but they’ve never seen Jean. Will you be comfortable with that, Christie and Jean?" The scholar quickly turned his attention to the head master. "Huh? Government official? uUuh..." he uttered, averting eyes away from Errol to Christie. "Dooo... I get an I.D. or a badge? Something that could help me identify myself as one?" he questioned under his breath, although not doubting Errol had his back. However, he couldn't resist the urge to ask for the sake of it. He approached the Head Master, removing himself from Danni's side; expecting Christie to come forward as well. When Errol had finished assigning people to groups, a small wave of relief came over the man at hearing Nicole would be hanging back from all of this. Jean spoke up, giving Christie a glance. "I'm concerned about the telepaths... How will Christie and I defend ourselves from having our minds invaded?"
Walking into my brother's room, I was immediately greeted by the sight of him on the computer. Being courteous and all, I knocked on the doorframe to get his attention, but then quickly realized my mistake of not noticing the earpieces he had on. A sigh escaped my mouth as my mood dropped to annoyed. I called out his name. "Jean!" I shouted once, hoping the dork wouldn't have the volume up too high. Thankfully, his ears managed to pick up my voice as he turned his head slightly to look me directly in the eye. This was my nerdy brother, loves to spend time doing god knows what on the computer. It was the late afternoon, and there was nothing to eat. Big brother needed to keep us both fed while mom and dad worked. "What's for lunch?" I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned on the door frame. Hopefully he wasn't oblivious to my body language. Jean took the ear pieces off of his ears and looked at me emotionless. "Ooh...food...right..." he said apathetically. His eyes wandered back to the screen before him as he slowly got up, trying his best to read as much as he could as his body slowly walked away from the screen. When he could read no more from the distance, he turned around, and walked past me. He was older than me by a few years, but I was taller than him. He didn't like to admit it, but he disliked that fact. While he was walking away, I took a quick peak at the computer to see what he was so mesmerized over. Upon laying eyes on the screen, my face fell to dull. It was some science journal from a study group in some college about virtual particles. Whatever that is. I did my best to read the first paragraph, but I gave up. My attention span when it came to these things was very limited. That, and the fact that I saw a bunch of math equations that I knew at first glance were beyond me. Heck, I was surprised he was even capable of understanding that himself. I took a step back from the computer, peripherals catching glimpses of the man child's walls. A few picture frames hung on the walls with posters of super heroes signed by their respective creators. On Jean's desk, there was a notebook with a pencil layed on top of it. On the monitor, a figure of spider-man perched on the side made for a ridiculous girl repellent; if he ever brought one over. I slowly did a panorama of my brother's room. A book shelf with manga organized in alphabetical order, boxes of comics neatly placed in their protective covers; collections as well as for reading material, another shelf filled with movies ranging from live action to animated to t.v. series and cartoons (Yes anime included), and a t.v. across from his bed with the gaming console connected. Man how I remembered when he first discovered online gaming. He spent hours upon hours just glued to that stupid thing. Honestly, I don't even know how the hell he managed good grades. I think the only thing normal in his room was his bed. Normal bed sheets, pillow casing, etc. My feet dragged against the wooden floor as I made my way to the t.v. Squatting down with my knees kept close, I looked at the games he had. They were mainly rpg games, with a few first person shooters, action adventure, and fighters. "If it's not the computer, it's this. Geez bro, get a life..." I muttered to myself. After a small while I decided to rise, and get a move on. Taking my first step, I felt a soft material under my foot. Looking down I was met with the sight of one of Jean's famous shirts. I picked it up, instantly realizing what it was. How could I not? This is my brother I'm talking about after all. I stretched the shirt to see the Superman Crest, size small. It was a black shirt with only a red superman symbol. Eyes looked up as I tried to remember off the top of my head who was it that wore this shirt in the comics. "Superboy...?" I questioned myself. Ugggh, I gave up. There were only so many iterations of that character, retelling a different story and whatnot. Losing interest in my brothers room I tossed the shirt onto his bed and walked out, demanding my meal. I would only see him for the next two weeks before he went off to college... The least I could do is lure him out of his man cave using false sense of responsibilities so I can see him every now and then. God knows he won't get out of the room unless it's necessary. --------------------------- "Katherine? Sweety?" a voice called out. My consciousness struggled to rise from the darkness that had a strong hold over me. Eyelids slowly parted, perspiration forming quickly to aid with the incoming light from above. I could see my mom's face looming, shadowed by the bright lights from above. There was a ceiling, and a beeping sound resonating nearby. Where was I? "Oh Katherine! How are you feeling?" the woman queried in great concern. Tears had formed in her eyes, nose sniffling from the uncontrollable urge emanating from mom. I could feel her soft hand over my head, brushing it gently. While this was happening, I began to regain feeling over my entire body. For some reason a blanket was over me reaching up to my clavicles. As I tried to move, I instantly felt a sharp pain where my lumbar spine was. Wincing, I decided to halt any desire to move. It was pretty obvious where I was from all the little details. However, I had no clue HOW I ended up here. "Why am I in the hospital?" I asked, eyes still adjusting to the light of the room. "You don't remember? Your roommate said you were crying from pain this morning." A knock on the door alerted the both of us to the visitor. My mother took a step back to reveal my roommate, Laurel. Dressed in non fashionable casual attire, she advanced towards my bedside; giving my mom a hug in the process before looking over to me. Long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, while green eyes looked down at me. Freckles decorated her white complexion, something that I always made fun of. "Hey girl. Your dad's outside with one of the doctor. How's the pain?" she asked. I looked away from her, staring up at the ceiling. "It's there if I don't move much... Did I really wake up this morning in pain?" "Yeah... You seriously scared the crap out of me. I didn't know what else to do, so I called 911. It was just off...watching you like that..." Laurel explained, eyes soon falling on the white sheets that blanketed my body. Again, I just stared off into space just like I had when my mother had picked me up from this very hospital yesterday. Perhaps it was best that I couldn't remember this morning. With how vulnerable I already feel from this, I think remembering would just make me feel worse than that. The heart rate monitor continued to beep.
The reel was caught by D'daear's free hand, eyes never wavering from the hooded man. A void sprouted from the earth, which caught the tall boy by surprise. It expanded, becoming large enough to let the man through. Eyes looked on at the void's blackness that awaited for the man to step on through, expressing a hidden shock as mandible tensed. He wasn't expressing fear at the void, but expressing a discovery to which linked it to a memory of his. The shape, and how it came to be. There were similarities to phenomenon he had gone through. Anyway, all of that came and went within a millisecond as things moved along. The hooded man left, but not without saying his final words which would no doubt leave some wondering. As the portal collapsed, D'daear merely narrowed his eyes at the spot in which the portal had ceased to exist. The keyblade wielder did not know what the man meant by those last words, but it was like Hikaru had implied earlier. You can't trust faceless people. "Whatever..." he muttered to himself, trying not to give it much thought as he turned around to the group. Head turned to the little mouse that was expressing joy. Giving the group a quick glance, he took in a deep breath and walked over to Mickey. Keyblade was used as a walking stick to help D'daear kneel down before the yet to be King, now almost being at eye level with him. He extended the reel to the mouse, smiling courteously. "Here, this belongs to you... I think." he said, giving the reel a final look before looking into the Mouses eyes.
View attachment 42141 Jean was stuffing his mouth full of carbs, drinking all that he could; again still being mindful of anyone else. Nicole became a small priority as a lot of faces came walking through the doors, and he recognized a few of them; but he didn't know much about them. Alex, Ken, Lief, he knew their faces, but he never had the time to speak with them in person; mostly because Jean was always up in his lab or room doing something; being somewhat antisocial. just as that was happening Errol commenced the meeting. A projector lit up, and slides began to display themselves on a whiteboard. However, before Errol could begin speaking a very familiar face walked in. Earthy eyes dilated as he saw Danni walk towards Errol with heavy panting. The two relatives spoke briefly before Errol went back to what he was doing. Danni and Jean locked eyes as the girl walked up to him, taking a place close to him. "Hey," she said quietly, standing on the other side of him. "Been a while," she muttered. "Hhkkeey." Jean mumbled over food. Throat swallowed whatever huge load was in his mouth, and evoked a small cough to which he covered with a hand. After clearing his throat, he placed hands on hips. "How're things with you? Is Jex doing alright?" he queried, remembering their visit to the hospital. At the time he wanted to comfort her, but his mind was too busy with their goal of capturing the Tempest lady. It had truly been a long time since the two could actually hang out without any disturbances from life. Jean was only sad that after so long, they had to meet up under these circumstances. Eyes hid worry as he realized, what if Danni got hurt just like Jex... or worse? The scholar looked away from his friend as one of the students spoke up after Errol. "I've been training three weeks for this day. They've been stuck in that hellhole too long, I'm going to get them out" the girl said, fiery determination in her voice as she spoke. A small faint smile emerged again, looking at Christie. This girl was with him when he started this investigation. It looked like she'd be finishing it with him as well. The smile faded away as he looked up at the palm of his hand, wondering whether the three weeks he spent molding his mind and body would be enough. Truth was, no one in this room knows what to expect. Blue prints, schematics, plans, training, teamwork...these were all things that could help their odds, but would it be enough to fend off or avoid the dangers of the unknown all together.
The lock had been pierced, and by that action it had released its hold on the barn doors. They swung open slowly to reveal a device which made Mickey very upbeat and excited. D'daear watched on as the little mouse went about trying to get the contraption to work, however for some reason it wasn't working. When Hikaru questioned the device not working, another voice spoke up behind the group which alerted everyone. Standing behind them was a entity dressed in white, face obscured by shadow cast by the hood. By the sound of the voice, it sounded like a man. In his hands was a round shaped item with holes in it and wrapped around it was a strand of something. Just like the Phantom Blot before him, this man also had words to say. Now, D'daear had no idea whether this man was a threat or not, but after having taken on waves upon waves of Heartless, AND scared the Phantom Blot away, he was feeling pretty confident in not only his but the teams fighting ability. About to say something, he kept his mouth shut when Hikaru began to speak. Eyes fell to a nonchalant state as the tall boy figured there was nothing more to say. Placing the keyblade over his shoulder, the other hand grasped at the other side of the blade, keeping the weapon around his shoulders in a relaxed mood. Whatever could have been said was kept short and simple by Hikaru, which definitely helped move things along. Finally, the conversation came to a type of plateau of sorts as the hooded man rested the item on his lap while asking a simple question. "So what are you afraid of then?" he asked. "I don't have to-" Hikaru started, but got cut off by the man. "It's a simple question child. All of you, in fact. Answer and the reel is yours. What do you fear?" Knowing what Hikaru was about to say, D'daear let out a sigh as eyes rolled in a visual display of attitude towards the hooded man; one he hoped the man in the hood noticed. D'daear was done with this. They came so far, and he had a feeling they were almost done with their visit in this monochrome world. Keeping it simple was in fact a choice, and it probably would get things moving along if this man was indeed a man of his word. Although, why did this man care about what they feared? Aden and Luna were the first to answer the man's question. D'daear looked at the two, wondering if he should do the same; because #followthecrowd, right? He shook his head as he looked over to Rain, Caixlyn, and Hikaru who had yet to answer the mans question. Having the courage to say what he needed to say, Black dot for eyes looked over to the hooded figure. D'daear dropped his relaxed posture as keyblade came to his side in a relaxed one handed eastern grip. All they had to do was answer the question, and they'd be one more step closer to getting out of here. A large sigh escaped D'daear. There was a curiosity that poked at his consciousness. This man they did not know wanted to know what they were afraid of. Why? "You know, just like the Phantom Blot, you also have something that does not belong to you. Just like the Phantom Blot, you have a lot to say. So I hope you understand my skepticism when I ask: What's it to you? Why do you need to know what we're afraid of?" he queried, eyes staring at the man nonchalantly. @Krowley
View attachment 42136 "He wants to get more students involved?" Jean thought to himself as he looked on to Errol. This was supposed to be covert, not a war; at least that's what Jean thought of it. Not to mention the more people involved, the higher the probability of one of them getting caught which would then lead to a possible force of hand. Knowing the people in the room, none of them were cold. If one of them got taken hostage, there would be a potential surrender on their part. Then what good would they be if they all got captured? Of course, when he thought to himself he realized there were two telepath users in the room, so thinking to ones self was pointless; one reason as to why he wanted one of those telepathy blocking devices. "Good morning, Nicole." he said casually, giving her a faint smile. He took his time to hover over to the cart full of carbs; you know his grogginess and all, and took a doughnut. Teeth sank into the soft substance as he went about eating. His breakfast had been great, but considering how his metabolism worked, he would require more sustenance; and something in his gut told him he would require a lot of calories for today. He dug into the cart, being mindful if the other perhaps wanted to indulge in this little feast. So much was happening today, and it was only the morning. First he woke up feeling extraordinarily tired, which was unusual. Then there was that strange hallucination he had, followed by forgetting how he got to his room in the first place, and then forgetting about this important operation. For gods sake, lives were at stake! How could he just forget something like that? Mouth indulged itself even more as he mindlessly ate fruits, started pouring himself milk, and orange juice. Anyone watching him now would think he'd been starving. "How did you sleep? I hope you didn't stay at that desk all night." Nicole spoke. Jean turned to her direction, mouth puffy from food clustered inside, but eyes suddenly full of hope. Right hand went to cover his mouth as he chewed through his food in order to respond. "So it was you who put the blanket over me." he said, but knew that he wanted to ask a specific question. However, given her words, he doubted she knew anything on how Jean made it to his room. So he just left it at that, feeling that brief hope fade away. Eyes inspected Nicole's attire, which was...different than what she normally wore. Throat took in the entire mouthful, expressing a nice, "GULP" sound before speaking. "That's...new. Where are you off to today?"
View attachment 42135 Birds did their morning ritual of chirping, singing a tune to the mysterious ball of light that always gave rise around the time most homosapians would become active. Brown shaggy hair was clearly visible from the outside window, face buried in a pillow. The chirping persisted, enough to stir this dormant form that was laying on the bed. Left arm dangled over the bed, but slowly began to make its way onto the edge of the bed in order to press palm against the soft exterior of the mattress and push himself up. Face revealed itself to be Jean with eyes irritated from being exposed to the light the was pouring out of the window. As he rose up, lungs swallowed a chunk of air as he readied a nice yawn which evoked perspiration in his eyes. Jean Slowly got out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom adjacent to his bed with dragging feet. His entire body felt groggy, stiff, and his mind was blur. As he placed his palms against the sinks counter, eyelids closed themselves over eyes as he fought the sleep that waged war over his conscious, all the while trying to recollect the events of yesterday. All he remembered was falling asleep on the chair of his laboratory, and then that's it. How did he end up on his bed? As he let eyelids rise to reveal vision, peripherals caught a glimpse of a black hooded silhouette through the bathroom mirror before him, which immediately stirred his heart awake as he quickly looked up to see find nothing. Head turned around to see if anyone was in his line of sight, but nothing. Peering out of the bathroom, his entire room seemed clear of any unwanted guests. Strange. Just to be extra careful, he walked around his apartment (Dorm) to make sure he was merely hallucinating. It only took a minute to see everything was all clear. He headed back to the bathroom where he turned the faucet on and cupped hands together underneath the flow of water to pour it all over his face. "Gotta Wake up..." he uttered to himself as the cold fresh water made itself comfy on his warm face. He went about doing his morning business before proceeding to making a quick hefty breakfast. Afterwards he got dressed and headed out the door. it was only half way to his laboratory that he remembered that today was the day they were going to try to rescue Colton and Carter. Eyes widened as he felt so...cold hearted. "****...!" he muttered in great disappointment, running towards Errol's office. Of all the things to forget, it had to be something so important as this. He quickly made his way to the office, slowing down just as he reared the corner of the door frame. There, Christie, Brendan, and Errol had already assembled. Brendan had his laptop, and had blueprints ready. Jean merely gave them a wave as salutations. "Hey." he said sheepishly.
The glass doors parted ways as the sensors picked up my presence, allowing for me to move on through the emergency entrance and out into the underpass where cars come for pick up and drop off. A car was waiting for me where inside my mother waved with a sympathetic smile. Holding onto to my purse, hands reached out to the door handle and pulled at the lever once within reach. "Hey sweety. Everything went ok?" mother asked, reaching over to plant a soft kiss on my head. "Yeah. I feel a little nauseated, but other than that I'm ok. I just want to go home." I replied, feeling like a child again. "Okay. Put your seat belt on." she commanded, as the car started movement. My head simply nods to her wishes, feeling a small bit of embarrassment. Ever since this dilemma arose, it's been like this. A part of me feels off, and not catering to this scenario. It makes me feel like a child, dependent on others to get around and to thrive. It's depressing, and yet ironically the other part of me enjoys this pity...this vulnerability. All this time it's been school, work, training, study, and repeat. With this situation I've found myself in, I get the opportunity to enjoy a nice vacation because, "I have a cancer". So maybe that's why it's depressing, because I KNOW I'm merely using this as an excuse to stop everything else I've been working hard for in these past few years. In reality, I'm more than capable to take the bus to school, work, hospital, the dojo, and my dorm. This cancer isn't hindering me, I am, and although I know this... I still feel weak for submitting to this desire. The sound of rain drops clattering against the car resonate within the car, calling to me as my elbow rested on the side of the closed window with my head slumped against my hand against the window. Drops slide down my view of the city. I can't help but sigh as my thoughts fade away, obscured by the calming sound of rain and thunder. Whatever. Nothing I can do about this. Might as well enjoy the ride until it's over. View attachment 42121 Jean awoke in the middle of the night, eyes groggy and swore from coming to use while in the middle of a deep sleep. A blanket was dressed over him, and most of the lights were turned off. He was feeling very off right now, and all he wanted to do was go to bed. And so, he rose off his chair, dropping the blanket on the chair, and walked out of the lab. He locked the door and dragged his sorry butt to the room which was a ways from the lab. It took a while, but he made it eventually. Keys inserted into the lock, and turned to unlock the door to his room. Upon opening, the sound of T.V. emanated from the living room. Eyes adjusted to the light in the darkness, still groggy as ever. He looked to the sofa and found that it was practically calling to him to lay on it. However, he wanted his soft bed. So he turned off the T.V, not giving it much thought as to WHY it was on in the first place, and dragged himself to the bedroom, passing by the last remaining clone that had yet to re-merge with Jean. It was just standing there, shirtless, and unmoving. He didn't realize this until reaching the bedroom entrance, where he stopped. Head turned to see the clone standing behind him, staring at him. It caused for a bit of a jump scare, but nothing crazy. A typical sigh escaped Jean as he collected himself, feeling more tired that frightened or surprised. "Let's get this over with..." was all he muttered, referring to the re-merging. No response, rather it just stared back soulless. A brow raised itself in question, but only briefly when Jean came to the conclusion that he was probably just so tired that their hive-mind like link was off or something. Whatever, he just wanted to hit the hay badly. Jean extended a hand out to the clones chest as to begin re-absorbing it into him when suddenly a breath of air came out of a small gap through the clones lips. The air was somewhat compressed, like it was trying to sound out a word or on the verge at least. Jean's hand stopped only an inch away from the clone. Eyes widened in confusion and curiosity. "What...?" Jean uttered under breath. Was their link back in synch? It had to be or how else was this even happening? Jean waited a minute for something else to happen, hand still in front of the clones chest. Nothing occurred. Eyes narrowed at the false alarm. It was probably just a normal biological reaction, an instinct of lungs to inhale and exhale through mouth or through the nostrils. Hands pressed against the chest, and immediately the clones cells began to mends with Jeans, breaking down into smaller molecules like protein, Polynucleotides strands, amino acids, calcium, vitamins, minerals, water, etc. It looked weird, play-dough fusing with play-dough, except the play-doughs were Jean's hand and the clone. When everything had finished, Jean moved the hands joints as a warm up, testing to see that everything had been mended properly. When that was all good and done, Jean walked to the bed, and just fell flat asleep.
View attachment 42108 Like everyone else in the room had been doing, Jean followed suit out of Brendan's room. They had done enough work, and it seemed they had found their volunteer as their inside man. Giving the group a thumbs up, he walked out with Errol. It had apparently taken them the entire afternoon to figure out a decent course of action for the next day, but it was time well spent. Half way to the lab, Jean let out a loud yawn followed by the stretching of arms into the sky. Three minutes later, the young scholar found himself inside the Lab where Clones were just about finished for the day. On the couch, was a passed out Molly with a comic book adjacent to her on the floor. with a small smile, he crouched low to pick up the comic. Eyes looked on to see Superman holding a gargantuan gold globe figure with the words The Daily Planet on them. The comic was placed on the desk nearby, hands reaching out towards a folded blanket. Wiggling the cloth undone, Jean placed it over the little figure that was nestled on the couch. "Alright guys, let's wrap things up here. I'm exhausted." he said, turning to the clones. They all started to pack things up, and put things back in their place. While that was happening, Jean extended his conscious further to locate the other clone that had been hard work with physical training. All he could see was blackness, but the sound of T.V. was prominent. It sounded like a action thriller flick was playing. "He must be asleep back in my room..." he uttered, while feeling the myogenesis and bone remodeling occurring in the clone. Cheeks drooped as Jean was doing his best to stay awake, but at the same time just trying to not think about everything he had seen through Errol and Brendan's hacking. It was truly an upsetting thing to see, and even more so disturbing. Poor Colton, Carter, and all the others that are in those scientists hands. Head slumped low as he closed eyes while standing, zoning out of everything the clones were up to. Tired. He was just tired, both physically and emotionally; but mainly emotionally. Hopefully he could handle all of this the next day. Lifting eyelids up, he found his desk and sat on the chair, laying back to just knock out completly. Lights were on and everything. Eventually the clones finished up and re-merged with Jean, and eventually the other clone would merge with Jean later in the evening when the chair became to uncomfortable for him.
Awesome. Been waiting for this to happen! I've been playing a few card game based Android apps, and they all seem so repetitive in terms of gameplay. This one looks somewhat identical in my honest opinion, however it has a few elements that definitely makes it unique in its own right. Can't wait for the US release!
View attachment 42076 Now Jean was a bit concerned. Originally, he had thought Brendan was coming with them. However his response led Jean to believe something else. Errol said something about Christie while the scholar placed hands into jacket pockets. A deep sigh escaped the man while thoughts ran their course; aware that Brendan was focused on his computer screens. "I'm a little confused. You're coming with us, right Brendan? If you are, then it shouldn't be much of a problem since you'd be nearby the facility." he stated, referring to what Brendan had told him. Eyes gazed at the floor in more contemplation. He didn't know much of the computer lingo that was used among computer technicians and whatnot, but he knew enough from watching documentaries, youtube videos, T.V shows and movies. Hopefully, Jean could help paint a picture. "You say your signal can be traced back to you if you go in too deep. What if while we're inside, one of us does a bit of sabotage? Like can you right a line of code or a virus that one of us can inject into their servers via USB or something? Being covert is going to be a lot harder if we don't have you at full capacity in there." he said, referring to the potential technological advantage the security had over the building. Heart rate monitors on security guards, motion sensors capable of detecting movement in the vents, sewers or in unauthorized areas in the building, pass-codes that they'll need to access said unauthorized areas. If the group couldn't get through these potential walls, then Jean honestly would rather not try to infiltrate at all. It would then be best for them to just go in guns-blazing or something; which he DID NOT want to do. Of course, all this was speculation that Brendan could probably inadvertently be listening to with his teepathy. If so, then GOOD because perhaps it would convince the Tech wizard Brendan to tag along with them IF he was not already going to tag along. Right foot began to tap on the floor, awaiting a response. So far it was Errol, Christie, Jean, and maybe Nicole who would be playing the role of infiltrators.
View attachment 42062 Walking into Brendan's open room, earthy eyes made contact with the Computer expert. A small wave was given to the man before standing by as Errol introduced Nicole to Brendan, and then the floor plan was exposed to everyone. It was indeed an impressive feat to behold as a 3D representation of the building was unveiled by some means only known to Brendan. It was fascinating to watch, and it was probably obvious to everyone how Jean felt as he bid his time walking around the 3D model, attempting to understand the building. If it was indeed a building of great importance, then surely there'd be tight security. The question was, just where exactly would security be most heaviest? Arms found themselves crossed in contemplation. The building as comprised of two floors above ground, and three floors below ground. His money was on that the captives would be at the lowest point. "I agree with Errol. We should take a hard copy of the buildings floor plans just for extra measures... Also, what's the schedule for security personnel on duty? Where will they be from hour to hour? Oh, can you find out if the building is using other methods of security? Not just man power, but the techy stuff like Motion sensors and whatnot. I'd like to know if it's possible to use the ventilation system to our advantage." he explained, keeping a watchful eye on the model. "So we got ourselves two visible floors, and three lower levels underground... Typical covert operations..." he muttered with a small sigh. Eyes squinted as they continued to examine the virtual floor plans. For Jean, guns-blazing was an option, however it was obviously not the smartest thing to do. They needed to find a way into the building without being seen, rescue the captives and make it out unseen. Now, being realistic about all this Jean already knew things were not going to go 100% according to plan, but if they could manage to stay covert long enough to set people free, then the escaping part would be all they would truly have to worry about, even if they were found out by that point. "Are there any sewers close by or better yet, within the area just outside the facility? Like that warehouse 30 feet to the side of the building." Jean pointed out. "Is there a point of entry we can use using the sewers?" If they could find a means to infiltrate the area of the facility, they could work from there. It would be a matter of either avoiding guards, or taking them out silently. Of course, there'd be the worry of cameras and other potential technological advantages these people may have like heart rate monitors on the security personnel. That would mean they couldn't take out the guards at all without alerting everyone. Although, Jean had hope that Brendan would be protecting them from such things using that tech savvy brain of his. Everything could go according to plan if they all played their parts perfectly. Together, they could save Carter, Colton, and perhaps anyone else these people may have captive. This would be them saving their own. Three weeks had gone by, but finally they were at this point where they could do something. "What happened that day... we're going to more than make up for it..." he thought, recollecting briefly what Errol had told them about the park incident. If only he had just not invited Christie or Colton to tag along. It was also because that decision that Christie ended up getting hurt trying to save Colton. "Christie..." the name popped up, no longer teasing it. "Errol... I think Christie should be here. I know this operation of ours will be putting a student at risk, but..." Jean paused briefly, looking up to the head Master. "...she was there when it happened. This is as much her fight as it is ours."
Code Name: Hexin Full Name: Noel Alexander Callum Date of Birth: 05/2/1990 Age 25 Photo I.D.: Here Personality: The silent type. Doesn't say much with words, but a lot through actions. Strong convictions, yet capable of turning that switch off when on the “hunt” or fighting for "survival". Emotionally stunted after the program, he can be perceived as cold. However that is far from it. Think of Noel as Mellow, but at the same time aggressive due to the program; which can sometimes come off a bit as a threat to others. History: After High school, he served his country by joining the navy. The benefits of joining the army helped him pay for his studies as well as his eventual applying for the CIA. On duty in the Navy he received extensive training, and off duty he focused on his studies; Majoring in International Affairs. If he was going to serve his country, he might as well study up on such things, right? After graduating with his Bachelors in science and 3.4 G.P.A, he transitioned to work for the CIA. Upon approval, he was immediately chosen for a special project. For one year Noel endured a rigorous special training program. It was what most people would call, “Training from Hell.” Not just any agent could forgo this program. Through strenuous challenges, Noel exceeded all expectations after having a rough start. The man came back to society different afterwards. That one year changed the Agent in ways not many could appreciate; however the agency sure does. Now that he’s a full-fledged Agent, Noel does whatever the Agency or people of higher authority tell him to do. Consider him the go to guy when extreme measures are necessary. Area of Study: Internal Affairs Employee Title: Agent Callum A.K.A. The Daimon Weapon(s): Anything is a weapon to him. Carries a Heckler&Kotch USP Pistol. (Always carries it in HK USP Compact mode [.45 ACP/12 rounds]) Gun can be modified for other uses/caliber. Special Gadgets: None. Strengths/Abilities (Some were acquired through the 1 year program, while others were acquired over the years, which includes the 1 year program) · Psychic Shield · Enhanced Dexterity · Enhanced Reflexes · Enhanced Combat and all of its applications · Peak Human Agility · Peak Human Endurance · Peak Human Stamina · Trajectory Manipulation (Only true psychic ability he knows) Basically superior than an Olympic athlete, and on par with or perhaps better than a master at martial arts. The man’s body is at its prime, with toned muscles, brain function, and intelligence being way above average. Weaknesses: Has a conscience for someone in this line of work. Could possibly defect loyalty later if he grows aware of any situation that does not sit well. Despite his augmentations (Enhancements) he is still susceptible to being overpowered by high level telekinetic users (The cunning, tactical kind.) or anyone that can match him in the same level of skill. Can be overwhelmed by grunts, albeit if there are enough of them doing enough things. Hobbies: Enjoys action flicks, hardcore parkour, playing the gEEEEEEtAAAAUUr Other: Has vast security clearance in the CIA. Safe houses Hidden armory throughout the cities Warehouses Facilities 70% Security Clearance at HQ Side: Good
View attachment 42043 (Thanks Maka for the banner!) Jean felt Nicole's arms release after a while. Whatever she had been going through seemed to have subsided. That was a good thing, and it helped the young scholar in a way as well. Mind was now thinking of something else, no longer distracted by unruly emotions. Head turned towards Errol, giving him a nod. Brendan, he was the go to guy for anything computer related like networking, setting up firewalls, and all the cyber related things; he's a highly renowned I.T guy if you will. Jean had not talked much with Brendan in a while, but he was aware of the man's existence. It was sort of impossible to NOT be aware of other staff members you work with in a facility you work/live in everyday. However, it was possible to be so caught up in your own flow of work that you barely spoke or even saw them. When Errol mentioned if they wanted to come with, of course Jean would follow. So follow he did, looking over to Nicole. "I'm fine... I just need to gather my mind is all. Come with us. I believe we're about to come up with a game plan." he said softly, mellow about what had just occurred.
