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Post by rawful on Aug 4, 2012 22:26:09 GMT -5
He didn't want to know how Sylvan knew about his kids, he was getting a bit too intimate. He'd keep playing it cool, and conjure up an alibi for his son without giving too much away, he wanted to distance Sylvan from his family in any way possible.
"Pfff if he was my son he wouldn't have been so reckless." He warned him, he warned him! "Besides I don't know what business he'd have near a prison..." He threw in some fabricated parental concern for his show. Hopefully Sylvan would buy it
(STARTING EVERY SENTENCE WITH HE HE HE HE HE HE)
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 10, 2012 19:33:06 GMT -5
Sylvan chuckled. "Well, I'm reassured to hear that your son is the more well-behaved of today's young people. Then again, I should never have doubted that, I suppose." He said with a shrug. His concerns were not settled. He may have still bee right and Anthony may have blatantly been lying. Either way whatever tools Sylvan had been going to use to try and sooth Anthony's discomforts with him were running out. Not that it was a real problem, but he did like to make the effort to try.
Then again maybe he was telling the truth. It's not as though the family of a mafioso would be light on discipline, after all.
"Anyways, there's no need for you to hang around here, with Avalon being all whiny and John being... John." He rolled his eyes. "She'll calm down, though, and I'm certain you've already found your own ways to deal with him." Vesdel, of course, was perfectly quiet and well-behaved. Sylvan was honestly thankful. "I can show you someplace to get cleaned up if you want to head home." His voice was quiet, sincere. He knew Anthony didn't want to be around him. He was okay with that.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 10, 2012 19:58:18 GMT -5
Tristan knew RITA was being the way she was for a reason. That did little to ease his frustration, however, when she insisted on more research first. He knew those symbols, he'd used them himself back when, yeah, he actually had the means to do so. So he sighed but did not argue. He thought he was right, but he only risked being more right by waiting for her to prove it.
"Surveillance is a good start. When something crops up, it'll be good for us to be ready and waiting for it." Because it wasn't an 'if', not if he was as sure as he was.
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Post by rawful on Aug 11, 2012 13:31:29 GMT -5
Right, home. Between the prison break, the trip to India, and being teleported into a magical villain's secret lair and being blackmailed into working for him, the thought didn't cross his mind. Usually he was more prepared but things didn't go as he planned.
"Home sir?"
Where was home? Was Sylvan just telling him to go back home to his family? If he could he wouldn't need to be working for Sylvan now would he? The meaning was lost to him. Besides he was a wanted man, he couldn't just walk home, and if he did he'd have a lot of explaining to his family to do.
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Post by rawful on Aug 11, 2012 15:34:28 GMT -5
"Perfect I'll start surveillance of Angel Grove right away. You'll be the first to know if something is discovered."
She plugged herself into the database and began searching
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 11, 2012 20:53:16 GMT -5
Sylvan nodded. "Enough records are wiped that you should be able to get home safe. I wouldn't suggest robbing a bank in person, but the local cops won't have a good god damn thing on you, and the feds are... a little busy." He elaborated.
"I don't know much about family being as I haven't had one in almost thirty years, but I'd guess that you probably miss yours, and they probably miss you." He said levelly. "You can get a shower here, and a fresh set of clothes...maybe a bite to eat if John's cleaned up the bloody table." He rolled his eyes. "And then we can get you home. Take a few days, then give me a call." His voice was almost, almost warm.
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Post by rawful on Sept 12, 2012 15:57:27 GMT -5
Anthony's mouth turned to ash and he swallowed hard. The magnitude of his situation hit him like a train. This wasn't blackmail.
"Y-yes. Thank you boss." Something Sylvan said noticeably changed Anthony's usually stone cold disposition. Sylvan wasn't blackmailing him, he wasn't offering him his family life back in exchange for work, he was offering him work because he could take it all away at any given moment and what did an all powerful magician need from them anyway?
He'd have plenty of time to think about that at home, but he was certain the conclusion wasn't going to be pretty. He needed a plan to pry Sylvan's clutches off of him. Could a man that could survive a bullet to the head even be killed? Perhaps a magical problem needed a magical solution.
Nodding his head and dismissing himself he walked to the showers and wondered if there were any all powerful wizards for hire in Angel Grove.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Sept 14, 2012 17:12:47 GMT -5
Sylvan watched Antony's change in demeanor with faint curiosity and concern. That was a quick change. What ever had inspired it? He sighed quietly to himself and dismissed it. Whatever it was he wasn't likely ever to know. It was already exceedingly clear that Anthony was a very private man and would take offense to any of Sylvan's interest in his internal affairs. He had best keep that at a minimum.
It was only the next day that, while Avalon was off pestering Vesdel with her presence, Sylvan approached John with a job for him to do. Another wonton act of destruction. Of course, that was right up John's alley.
The fact that Avalon was not there to muck up his dealings with the volatile soldier only made things a little easier on Sylvan.
The plan? For John to go on an rain unholy terror down on the outskirts of town. Close enough to scare people, not too near the business centers to destroy the town's productivity. Sylvan didn't want to make a ghost town. He needed a lively populace to exploit. John wasn't completely happy with Sylvan's direction, he'd rather clear the town of every living thing in his own way. But Sylvan did give him a new toy to play with as long as he followed the rules.
It just looked like a glass sphere, some sort of garden ornament, but Sylvan had reassured him that when it was broken, it would be pretty darn entertaining, provided John got out of the way to watch it. He figured it was some sort of bomb.
It wasn't until later, when he was gleefully shooting up a shopping mall that he actually did break it and find out what it was. He certainly wasn' t expecting a god damn skeleton man thing in a hat and a fucking cape. What was this bullshit.
But he did have laser eyes. That was not so bad. It was still a bloody motherfucking skeleton in a cape. Sylvan was batshit insane. But John should have known that already.
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Post by rawful on Sept 15, 2012 11:57:17 GMT -5
Vesdel was busy piecing together his lab, true to his word Sylvan provided all the equipment he could ever dream of. He organized beakers and burners and vials in a very particular order, near the eyewash station, goggles, aprons and other safety equipment, even after perfecting his burn formula, it was always good to be safe. Avalon's company was welcome and enjoyable, but she also presented a physical obstacle for him to shuffle around.
The smooth jazz station he was listening to suddenly stopped playing music for a special broadcast.
"We interrupt your usual program for breaking news! There have been reports of a rampaging well dressed skeleton terrorizing the outskirts of town!"
Vesdel chuckled to himself. That was funny.
Elsewhere in the secret mountain base, a blaring siren jolted R.I.T.A from her sleep mode, she had been searching for signatures of magical energy for what seemed like ages, and she was so sure she wouldn't find anything that the alert startled her.
"Tristian, strong magical energy has been detected in sector Z-40 of Angel Grove, what will you have me do?"
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Sept 16, 2012 18:51:52 GMT -5
Avalon had conjured herself a chair out of Vesdel's way and watched him work, humming along to the music he put on. She liked jazz and thought that he had good taste for choosing it. She also liked Vesdel. He was studious and mostly pleasant to her (even if she had been in the way at the beginning...) and Master was working so he was good company. Still, when thee radio switched over, she was very confused. That wasn't jazz music. But Vesdel laughed a bit and she had to giggle too. That must have been Master's work. He had a pretty good sense of humour. ~*~ In the mountain base, Tristan came to alert just as R.I.T.A. and the sirens came to life. "Bring it up on the screen!" He said, but could barely believe what he was seeing when it came up. There was definitely a gunman in the mall, but he was not the cause of the alarm. The sirens were going off because there was a skeleton in shakespearean accessories shooting lazers out of it's eyes at innocent civilians. That wasn't something they could expect the police to handle. "R.I.T.A., that is all the proof we could need. Summon the power rangers! They are going to have a lot of work ahead of them." It certainly wasn't good that they needed the rangers, it would have been better if they hadn't needed them... But he did feel a little vindicated now that it had turned out he had been right. ~*~ Aya peeked over the top of her stacks of books, blinking at the crowd of students that filled the hall between her and the library. All she wanted was to sit down and find a quiet place to study... But there were so many people and she had so many books! They weren't too heavy, she was very strong for her small size, but they were slippery and hard to handle. It was going to take a long time to get to the library like this... ~*~ Brand was maybe a little supposed to be in class. It wasn't a big deal. The class was to go over a project that he had made sure he handed in on time. The problem was that it was an absolutely gorgeous day outside and the beach was nearly empty (it was the middle of the day, the middle of the week!) and he just had to enjoy it outside. So he was swimming an generally enjoying himself. He was a good student when it counted... But his heart was always in the outoors, and more specifically, in the water. ~*~ Charon, unlike his brother, was in class. English might have been his major but he wasn't minoring in dance for nothing. His classes were physically hard work... but he loved them. The class was almost done, and he was pretty thoroughly covered in sweat, out of breath and grinning. Today was a pretty good day, altogether. Simon was off at school, Brand was somewhere around (though knowing him, he might have snuck away from class on a day like today...), and all of this exertion was making him feel great. Plus his dance partner, a young redheaded lady, wasn't half bad either.
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Post by rawful on Sept 25, 2012 19:38:26 GMT -5
" Hai whohder hwhat the sssskeleton isss for?" Vesdel mused to himself while he completed his lab setup. There! All finished! He put his hands on his hips and nodded in approval of his own work, wondering when he was going to get to use any of it. "Dohne!"
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A cold metallic sensation tickled his skin. It was chilly the way a toilet seat first thing in the morning was. Slowly peeling his eyes open, he'd see a long stretch of white. He was sleeping on top of a washer and dryer. Still in yesterday's clothes, he staggered through a sea of passed out bodies.
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Despite his grandmother's protests, Dom was in school the next day, limping between his classes. If he waited as long as the doctor's told him before he went back to collegge the semester would be over. Without a doubt the teacher's would understand his situation and make exceptions but Dom didn't need exceptions. Long periods of recovery may be just fine for everyone else but the doctor didn't take into a count that he wasn't a bitch
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"Right away sir." If her face could portray any kind of expression, it would have been complete and utter embarassement. How could she be wrong? Tristian would be enjoying a few days of compliance and a cooperation from R.I.T.A after this, but it would only last a short while, afterall it probably wouldn't be long until Tristian was wrong again, and then she couldn't possible restrain herself. She had another daunting task ahead of her. She was so certain that there was no real threat that she hadn't exactly chosen the next rangers yet.
"Um...these ones!"
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Oct 2, 2012 20:34:43 GMT -5
It happened all at once. Aya was walking down the hall with her stack of books and then pop! the school was gone and so was her footing. She collapsed with a cry and books went everywhere, crashing around her. That of course left her sitting frazzled and wide-eyed on the floor, looking around herself in amazement. This was definitely not the library. Her knee-length skirt was in a mess around her, her long hair a mess.
Only a few steps over a very wet, very broadshouldered young man also popped into existence. He wore only swim trunks and slipped almost immediately on entering, falling onto his ass with a wince. “Ow, sonofa-” Brand flailed, brushed his wet hair out of his face, looking around, seeing nothing that he recognized except the cute asian girl he occasionally passed in the hall and... his brother.
Charon stumbled into existence, sweaty and disoriented, but thankfully the first thing he saw was his own brother. He wore a pair of fitted jeans and that was it- he had been on his way to have a shower when whatever happened, happened since he was so sweaty. “Brand, what the hell....” He stumbled over to Brand and helped him up. And then it was, “Oh, hey, are you okay?!” He wandered over to Aya on the ground and offered her a hand up.
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Post by rawful on Oct 20, 2012 8:37:33 GMT -5
" " Allan didn't seem too phased by his sudden change in location. It was incredibly bizarre but then again, he wasn't entirely sober, or maybe he was still asleep? Things sure felt very real, if it was a dream it was very convincing. He yawned and squinted his eyes at all the blinky lights. For some the landing was harder than others. Dom hissed when he landed on both his feet and leaned against a computer for support, crutches splayed on the ground just out of his grasp. His attempts to reach them were absolutely pitiful. R.I.T.A held her head in her hand. She had obviously made a grave mistake.She'd have to wipe their memories, and be more selective about choosing their heros next time. Finally Allan spoke up, this time looking a bit green around the gills. His stomach wasn't agreeing with the teleportation. "Guys. Guys what?" "Greetings humans." R.I.T.A welcomed them coldly.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Oct 20, 2012 13:02:32 GMT -5
Brand watched his brother go to help the young woman with her pile of books, and he took it on himself to help the fellow with the crutches. "Here you go, man..." He said. He handed him back his crutches but found his attention more taken by his surroundings. He hadn't seen anything like it except maybe in comic books.
"Where are we...?" Aya scooped her books into a pile and looked around them with wide brown eyes.
Charon looked around, noting the location secondary to the people in it. The asian girl, his brother, Dominic and a guy who looked like he had partied way too hard the night before. What was this?
And then the robot thing spoke to them and Aya was sure she could not have hit her head that hard. This couldn't be a hallucination. There was no way.
"Um... Hello robot?" Aya answered tentatively. "Or... are you an alien...?" She asked, confused. She was sore from the fall and none of this was making sense to her brain.
"Could be an alien in a robot suit." Brand commented, curiously. Charon, at least for now, kept his mouth shut.
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Post by rawful on Oct 22, 2012 10:26:40 GMT -5
"Thank you." Dom answered a little too formally and nodded his head politely at the young man, getting back on his crutches, trying hard to pretend that his leg wasn't screaming at him (or hasn't been screaming at him all day, he really should have stayed home) and act unphased. When he finally looked up, he tried not to stare at the blonde boy in the group, or at least tried not to get caught looking so bewildered by his presence. Again?
"I am the robotic intergallactic tracking assistant, or R.I.T.A. All you need to know is that the world is in danger and I have summoned you to save it and what is that on your shirt?" She said sounding short tempered, pointing accusingly at Allan, who stared at his shirt and noticed an unpleasant smear on it for the first time today.
"Oh. Vomit."
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