The Unlikely

[RavenWolf1010]

Her head throbbed.

 

Raven sat up slowly, wincing as the throbbing increased. Looking around, she saw destruction upon destruction. She was still in the what remained of the city. What she'd last known was that they had been gathering supplies, and then they were attacked. Fire rippled across her stomach when she tried to move further. Breathing heavily as she waited for the pain across her side to cease, she carefully pulled her shirt up, crying out as it brushed the wound. The shirt itself was bloody, and when Raven saw her side, she stifled a scream.

The skin had been burned away. Leaving a road rash type abrasion. However, closer to the middle, it was more of a deep laceration. Blood oozed from it lightly, but she wasn't at risk of bleeding out. She let her head fall back, instantly regretting it as it sent her stomach reeling. Light filtered down from the cracks in the calling over her head. She was in a lopsided house. Well, what was left of a house. It was more of a bunch of concrete slabs forming a small cave.

 

Raven carefully felt around for any other wounds, finding a few tender open-skinned ones. But it was one that ran across her thigh that worried her. "Alright, nice and slow."

She sat up slowly, tears brimming her eyes. All her muscles screamed in protest. Keeping a hand on her side, she looked for something to clean it and bandage it with. Spotting her backpack, she reached for it, and rummages through. She pulled out gauze and water, and thanked herself for coming prepared. She took some water, and washed off the dirt and old blood from around her side, and wrapped it. Raven had to grit her teeth to keep from yelling.

 

Then she carefully went to work wrapping her leg up after cleaning it as well. Great, matching scars on my other leg. Laying back down, she tried to block the thought of all the pain consuming her body. Where are they? Did they make it out? Where did they go? Are they... Dead? Raven sipped some water. "I have to keep moving." Too exausted and still in pain, she fell into a fitful sleep.

[padfoot]

After a week of absents from his perspective, Zeke returned to his team. It only seemed like a hour or two. He was wearing a bullet proof vest like his future self and carrying a vaguely familiar duffel bag over one shoulder. He was splattered with blood, both alien and his own, as well as covered in the red dust of the desert. He dropped the duffel bag on the ground, beam weapons dumped out in front of his team, "Arm yourselves", he said. He definitely been busy since he left. HE brought down the ship that he thought sent the assassin's to kill his past self. He tried to change the present and like always, it failed. His teenage self's death was set in stone and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The fact that the time traveling eon was being sent from the present, nothing short of killing it would rewrite the future. Zeke took a seat against the truck next to Navi and leaned his head back, "AS long as our doppelgangers are running around we are not safe anywhere", he said then looked up at the confused faced of his team, "Oh...somewhere in the alternate timelines we have all been captured and used to make super soldiers and my copy has been dragging them around the time lines trying to wipe us out". Zeke cast his eyes to the patch of disturbed earth where his red shirted self was buried, "They are doing a good job too". Of course he wasn't sure, but he had a hunch that his flickery counterpart was jumping around the alternate timelines, picking off the heroes before Zeke can get to them. That meant they were lucky to have Mina and Carter with them. He leaned his head back again with a dull thunk, "might as well catch some sleep now, we have a long day of walking ahead of us tomorrow", he said.

[shadow_claw]

Mina had spent plenty of time catching up on current events and then getting to know everyone. She was rather personable, so she caught on to everyone else's personalities quickly. With the help of the others, she was also able to figure out her own power. And it was pretty damn cool as well. When Zeke appeared, she was busy morphing certain parts of herself instead of all over. Half of her face was pale, while the other half was its usual olive. "Hey, you're back!" Eagerly hopping to her feet, Mina rummaged through the bag he had dropped. She settled on two strange-looking pistols."You're kidding about the sleeping, right? Ya know what? I can take guard duty. I've had the luxury of sleeping in a bed until today, so it's only fair."

[RavenWolf1010]

When Raven awoke again, she was feeling better. This time she could actually sit up. Unable to determine how much time had passed, she drank a little more water, and nibbled on some food from her backpack. Checking her leg, she was satisfied to find only a pink fleshy scar. But that would have meant she'd been out for nearly two days. However, it was odd, she may have been stiff, yet hunger didn't leap at her heels like a savage dog.

 

Sounds of footsteps drew her attention away from the food in hand. She went silent, listening to the whistle of the wind, and for the footsteps again. They were close, too close in fact. Her hopes began to rise. Had they come back for her? Creeping slowly into the light, she squinted, trying to make the figure out.

It's a strange thing to see yourself, besides in a mirror or picture. In fact, no one has ever seen their own face, just reflected images of it. And to see, in the flesh, a face she knew so well, cut down somewhere deep. Raven faltered, and her jaw slacked. While the clone had not seen her yet, she ducked back inside, thoughts whirling around her head.

 

What the Hell?

 

Peeking her head around the slab slowly, she made sure it wasn't a figure of her imagination. She now watched the girl shift forms, and stand now not as a human, but a wolf, bearing ashy-colored fur. It sniffed along the rubble, growing closer by the moment. Raven had to think fast. Gathering up her food and water, she hurriedly crawled out of the slabs and started hobbling in the opposite direction. Muscles screamed in protest. While she'd thought she was in the clear, she couldn't have been more wrong.

Raven pitched forward, knocked out by an unseen force. Crab-walking backwards on her hands and feet, she squinted against the dust. The wolf stood before her, ears shoved forward, and a snarl rippling across it's muzzle. Raven shifted herself, feeling the fatigue settle in her joints. Her snarl sliced through the air. Without warning, the ash-hued wolf lunged, going straight for Raven's throat.

[SUP3RSPAWN3R]

Carter lifted a slightly heavy rifle from the pile, fiddling with a few switches on the sides. "How am I supposed to know how to work this thing?" Snapping his fingers, a human pistol appeared in a holster at his side with a small pop. "Couldn't I just use this? Or can Eons only be killed by their own weapons?" He sat down dropping the heavy rifle on the dry dirt and leaning against a box.

[nlechoppa]

Username:

Name:

Rebellion Name: The Blacksmith.

Age: 23

Period: When his powers fully manifested.

Gender: Male

Personality: Strong inside and out. He loves weapons and loves using them

Appearance:

Power: He creates weapons with a thought of his mind. The stronger the weapon though the more strain it creates on him. He can create almost anything. He can also create armor

Job with the Rebellion: To equip everybody

Other: He has a sword he uses

Edited March 5, 2014 by Soulking

[psyshock]

Ethan looked up as Zeke returned, with a bunch of weapons along with him, instinctively a charm was placed on Zeke. The weapons were placed on the ground for everyone to pick and choose, although he already had his own weapon. "So there are Eon copies of us pretty much?"

 

He didn't show it but the thought of facing a copy of himself was quite terrifying. With countless situations where he made it solely based on the fact that he could bend the luck and probability of things having to face someone else who could do that would be quite a tough battle.

[ChildeRolande]

Panting, Pooch flopped backwards onto the cool dirt, filthy and exhausted from her hike up the side of the pit. She rested a moment, wiggling her toes in gratitude to be out of the rocky terrain before letting out a great whistling breath as Wyrm flopped down as well; settling his enormous weight on her chest.. Cyrus landed nearby, fluttering his wings irritably as he adjusted to perch on an outcropping of root before nipping at strands of Pooches' long straggly hair. "Oi!" she grumbled, kicking Wyrm off her "Ya'd think I'd never trained you two in my life"

Pooch furrowed her brows, waving a hand at her agitated companion before drawing it back quickly with a yelp. Nursing her pecked hand, Pooch stood up to stumble towards camp, grumbling. "Damn bird...outta have left ya in the damn pit."

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Shuffling slowly through the nests of pine needles, Pooch entered the small fire-lit clearing, still arguing crankily with the enormous owl perched in her hair; even as her enormous dog nipped at its' long feathers. Levelling a surly look at the other guardians, she flopped in front of the fire, so close in fact; that Cyrus took off with an irritable hoot, one long tailfeather singed and smoking.

Pooch watched the enormous bird glide silently away with a sharp smile,grinning widely as it disappeared amongst the trees.

"Cyrus helped me fall down a cliff face" she started with a surly look, peeking back and forth amongst the gathered group for a sign of food "Was full 'a some kinda metal lookin' stuff. Real ugly, glad I buried it... the slitherbeasts hated what it did to the decor."

 

 

[padfoot]

((Someone already made a character with that power and even though Techno hasn't been on for a while, I don't think it's fair to give her character away))

 

Zeke rubbed his face and suddenly looked very old. He nodded at Ethan's question, "You bet, they captured alternate versions of ourselves and made something that can track us down and kill us". He cracked open his book and noticed that the pages were much more blank than it was this time last. This really worried Zeke. It meant that his alternate selves were being hunted down and killed as they spoke. He wondered how many other they found and killed, "They are getting desperate. Guess that means we are doing something right", he said with a rare smile. He wondered what they were suppose to do when they find the crashed ship. Would there be an ambush waiting? He was sure the Eons were catching on at this point. They were being sloppy and loud on their trip, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs wherever they went. He was worried that they would not be able to travel much longer.

 

Pooch appeared not to long later, covered in dirt and an owl perched on her head. He raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Pooch was strange and it would be less confusing if he just didn't ask for an explanation. Besides, she sorta explained it a few seconds later, "Metal looking stuff?", he asked, confused with her riddle, "Human or alien?", he asked. He didn't get time to hear an answer. A low sound reverberated across the desert. It was a mixture between a growl and the hum of a generator. Zeke got to his feet and scanned the desert, "We need to move", he announced, moving towards the forest, "Pooch, where is this pit of yours?".

[Thaelasan]

Username: Thaelasan

Name: Arcaius Chronor (A name he made for himself. His real name has been lost to history.)

Rebellion Name: The Historian

Age: Ageless

Period: Where Zeke has the ability to grab people in timelines, Arcaius is the one who aids in finding those worthy of such an honor. It is his duty to keep the timelines in check when Zeke grabs someone from the past. It is also his duty to ensure the safety of the timelines and that they proceed as planned.

Gender: Says he is male.

Personality: Arcaius is distant and separated from the world, unable to feel either emotion or empathy due to his sacred task as the Historian. His cold demeanor makes many believe that he's being cruel on purpose, causing many to avoid entering the Sacred Library he rules over. Truthfully, he actually wishes he had the "time" to make friends but time is never on his side. He does, however, enjoy when Zeke appears with new information. It is also his habit to inform others of certain key events that are predicted to happen in the near future.

Appearance: The first thing many notice when they lay eyes upon him is that his right eye has no pupil or iris. His left eye resembles a golden clock, with two hands counting down the minutes. In fact, if you look at it hard enough, it's actually ticking.

His hair, due to his trade, is wild and long, as well as golden.

Power: To put it bluntly, it's to ensure that time goes as planned, as it is his job in all timelines. In reality, should he have need of it, he can decide that the universe should be restarted, in the event that it has reached diversion numbers above the limit that the balance of the universe can maintain safely. Some would say he is akin to God himself in that regard but he has always answered he actually is only a servant of the Lord.

His power, currently, is quite simple: Locating key points in the timeline and ensuring they run smoothly. He also locates probable recruits for Zeke and then weaves a timeline so that Zeke may travel across it without causing a paradox. In truth, he's actually quite fascinated by Zeke's ability, because Zeke can do the one thing the Historian can't - demonstrate free will by changing time without regard for safety. In truth, the Historian has no capability of changing time without Zeke's help. He can only mend it and report it, as well as restart it.

It is also well known that he can call versions of himself from other timelines when need be, using them as decoys and clones. He can also use this power on people, similar to Zeke, but his clones are doomed to die the moment they enter the timeline, in order to prevent damage to it.

Job withen the Rebellion: Chronokeeper and Historian. As stated above, he ensures everything runs smoothly. If someone needs to ask a question about events of the past or the future related to the task at hand, he will most likely answer it. Besides - he already knows you're coming to ask, unless you're one of the people Zeke fetched.

Though he hasn't told Zeke yet, Arcaius can't see or predict the futures of those Zeke saves because they are anomalies in the fabric of space-time. Though he can make room for them in the cloth, they make their own weaves.

Other: He once stated the clock in his left eye counts down to the end of days.

 

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Username: Thaelasan

Name: Michael Queens

Rebellion Name: The Kinetic

Age: 23

Period: He was actually about to die from his own abilities, stuck in the middle of the vacuum of space without anything with which to use his powers. He had accidentally shot himself out during a battle, killing his enemy with a great explosion but sending himself out to space.

Gender: Male

Personality: Michael is a bit overzealous in his approach. Like his ability, he's good at manipulating his words to move people to join him - one reason for his current status in the Rebellion. He's talkative and isn't afraid of being the center of attention in any situation.

Appearance: Michael tries desperately to look the part of an epic hero, since he considers himself one. He wears long, trailing cloaks and walks with the swagger of a man sure of himself. He normally wears sunglasses on the front of his head, yet normally never uses them. He has a pair of black gloves made of a special material to prevent his powers from being used accidentally.

Power: Originally, when his power began to manifest, it did so most prominently in his hands. He could move anything within his range of control, even homes. The theory he's developed is that when he touches something, it loses its frictional forces, allowing it to move as if it was in a vacuum.

However, this also, over time, has turned out to be more than that - it affects the kinetic energy of molecules and atoms, allowing him to alter their physical structure. Though this is very difficult to achieve, he has discovered he can vibrate molecules enough to change a relatively solid structure into a gas with enough energy.

This, however, still requires time to do efficiently. When in combat, he removes his gloves and is known to grab the closest object, as whatever weapon he uses has no air resistance or friction when swung.

Job within the Rebellion: Motivator and Squad Captain, as well as instructor to the younger trainees. Michael doesn't believe in sitting back in times of crisis.

Other: I can explain his powers more in depth if you require.

 

Edited March 5, 2014 by Thaelasan

[ChildeRolande]

Pooch stiffened, listening to the low, long rumble resonate across the desert sand and through the trees. Wordlessly, she nodded in response to Zekes' question, eyes huge by the light of the fire.

Standing, she waved an arm to the gathered guardians before calling Wyrm, turning to follow his huge silhouette into the dark forest. Following her own nearly imperceptible tracks, she led the ragtag group through the unfamiliar terrain; stopping short by a large tree which overlooked the pit. The low hum still resonated, bouncing between trees to form a maddening roar. Pooch bit her lip, leaning over the cliff face to look for some form of trail to take them down... she was certain she and Wyrm could make it down, but travelling with an injured team member wasn't going to work if someone else couldn't. Suddenly, she grinned; a long thin switchback trail stood a few yards away, glowing the moonlight. She really wished she'd been smart enough to look for one in the first place....