The Lab

[ChildeRolande]

Viola read the scaled womans' reply, and the mermaids' swiftness in threatening to sell her out impressed her... for about a minute, anyway.

"yeah, yeah, yeah, cry me a river." Viola snapped, flicking a piece of splintered wood away from her place on the floor. "Sell me to yer lab all you want, that stupid floozy Starla managed to escape; I can guarantee I'll be a free woman in twenty minutes, tops. My question is, " the woman said, levelling her heavily mascaraed eyes with the mermaids' slitted green ones. " My question is, how are you gonna get yer little friend back if I'm locked up? Doesn't look like yer gonna be able to search very far with that." Viola said, pointing a painted finger to Sirens' scaled tail.

" We can have our little parking-lot fist fight for "justice" any time you want it, darlin', but the point is, yer friend is lost without me, and gettin' farther and farther away. You hate me so much already that yer willin' to give up yer partner just to see me rot?"

 

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Hazel was at the best, embarassed.

They'd caught the wrong mutant? There was no way in hell Starla was smart enough to cover her tracks like that.... there was no way she could have known they were coming. Was there?

" Eden!" Hazel hissed, moving past the impatient wolfy-looking man in the van. The red haired woman stepped into the van, and Hazel could tell by her look the woman had been eavesdropping. Good.

"Is what the trunk-mutant's saying legit?" Hazel whispered. " I keep thinking I've heard the name before, but I just can't be sure. "

Eden's eyes flashed, already scrolling through her smartphone before Hazel even saw her whip it out. Hazel waited impatiently as the woman scrolled and clicked before hearing a small *aha*.

Hazel crowded closer, poking her head over the other womans' shoulder to read the tiny print.

 

Poppy ?????

Female, extremely dangerous

last sighted working with target S.

Safest while completely separated from human contact.

Source: Static

 

Eden.

Organized, wonderful, sturdy, Eden.

Hazel could have kissed her.

 

It had been her idea to track down the already once-caught mutants, obtaining their time sheet and catch count from the DL by greasing some high-up palms; and then using the information to find older mutants the duo had caught once before.

The only question now was whether or not to let her out now, to be mauled, or to just drown her in the trunk once they'd gotten to their destination. Or, that was untruthful, rather. The true question was whether or not she was alone. They had no clue as to what the girls powers really were... for all they knew she could be telling the truth; or something close to it.

She summoned Esko closer with a "come hither" gesture and a sign to be silent.

"Welcome aboard. No how would you like to get your claws on a mutant-hunter, hmm?"

 

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Starla tried not to shriek when Poppy kicked her squarely in the armpit, shushing her. At least she seemed to have a plan, really.... because as far as Starla had been concerned, they were boned.

Now though, she could see Poppy's logic. Get the coyote-faced girl to open the trunk, and lightjam out... maybe even save a little time for a one-two punch to the kidneys.

If they were lucky, that is.[/i]

[Esko]

Esko looked up. Bleh. Since when was he summoned like THAT? He trudged over, and was about to say 'What' in a very nasty way when the purple haired girl gestured him to be silent. He crossed his arms.

 

Welcome aboard? Well that was an unexpected twist. Now he was allied with a bunch of people who looked like a punk band off the streets. Oh well. It is better then the Dark Legion.

 

Did he hear that correctly? Mutant hunter? For the Dark Legion? Any day. he said, a wicked, sharp toothed smile growing. There was enough shadow in here that he could make stronger claws. For both hands. The claws grew, and the way the shadow looked when being manipulated was pretty bad ass. He crouched on all fours, then pounced, claws outstretched, emitting a loud bark sound while pouncing.

[padfoot]

(((Esko what are you doing? Who is he pouncing on? Do you still not realize that they are locked in a truck?)))

[Esko]

((Can't he pounce in a truck? Plus, k was responding to Childe's thing))

[padfoot]

((( oh damn. Truck was a typo. They are locked in a trunk)))

[Esko]

((Hahaha

 

Well, any distance can be pounced. I am just going by what was posted))

[DrakeOfBones]

((Y'all excepting applications by chance?))

[Esko]

((Yuppers! Though try to be unique with your characters, that's all I say!))

[DrakeOfBones]

(( Name: Truce

Nickname: Risin, Oleanader, or Hemlock are the more common names he catches

Gender: Male

 

Age: 21

 

For/Against Dark Legion: Somewhere in the middle, depending on how the events after the labs destruction play out.

 

Powers/Special Abilities: He can create seeds that sprout into full grown plants in a few seconds, and will grow nearly any where. His list of species is ever long and ever changing, as he can modify each seed uniquely. He occasionally creates semi-intelligent plant life, and can make or break hive-mind type connections between them and himself.

 

History: Truce was one of the first human subjects used. Taken from his family around the age of 3, he was thrust right into experimentation. In a batch of tests, they were focused on creating a farming machine, something to be used to cure starvation epidemics still plaguing less advanced countries. While they succeeded, it came at a price. They killed nearly all of the subjects, and only one manifested the abilities they were looking for. Truce could spread seeds as fast as they wanted, and they would all grow faster than scientists thought they would achieve, but they missed one thing.

Truce was angry with them, he wanted his family back after 3 long years of testing and more drugs than his body should have handled with out dying, and in the battery of tests after his powers manifested, he poisoned a group of the head scientists with his plants. He was beaten and dragged back to his cell, and then the idea sprang to mind in his captors. Teaching him to cook, and grinding him down into an ideal espionage specialist, he became an assassin for the Dark Legion using poisonous plants that act and react like any other plant to kill his targets, quickly coining his nick name as Hemlock and the like.

It gave him a form of his freedom back, though he was still distant with most of his "employers" and would kill one every now and then. After the destruction of the lab, which was only about a mile from his property, he awoke to the firework like sounds of the destruction. He set out to potentially round up escapee's, possibly join them

 

Personality: While he can be cold if put into the wrong mood or with the wrong person, Truce tend's to be a very talkative person, if not overly so. Despite his training, he's traditionally very laid back and kind, unless there's a job to be done. He understand that it's him or them, so his targets rarely get the benefit of his mercy. Most of all he's intelligent, witty, and sharp.

 

Looks: About 6'3, with one green eye and one golden brown one. He keeps his hair medium length and styled, and has tattooed himself using small seeds that dig in and release pigment. He also released a few seeds into his back and upper arms that sprouted into a handful of blood red flowers that feed his body energy with chlorophyll and other plant type foods, in turn dyeing his blood green.

Image of Truce (without his plant buddies) ))

 

((Quick question. Where IS everyone?)

Edited March 10, 2015 by DrakeOfBones

[padfoot]

(((Voltage already has a character with almost the same plant powers. If he's ok with it i don't see a problem)))

[DrakeOfBones]

((SON OF A... I read the last few pages and tried to see if anyone had similar powers too I'll leave it up to voltage as well, though it could be interesting to see what two people with identical powers but on opposing sides could do. ))

[voltage]

(i'm fine with it, like i said earlier i think im getting rid of matt, i'm still trying to think of a power or 2 that isn't taken as well as a good personality etc for the new character i want to introduce though these things take me a while, but yea long story short i don't mind that he has plant type powers since i think im keeping matt out anyways.)

[DrakeOfBones]

((Oh thank goodness I do have a nice website that you can just hit random page and leaf through some cool powers.

 

Now the last question is, where would be the best place for a character tracking down escapees be...?))

[padfoot]

(((Well most everyone else's characters are at Poppy's place after she and Starla caught them all.

Roland and I have been playing the experiment catchers for the past couple dozen pages.

Not really sure who is left though)))

 

Poppy braced her elbows against the bottom of the trunk when she heard Hazel's offer to the new voice in the truck outside. Uh oh she thought nudging Starla with the toe of her shoe, Show time she muttered. There was a loud thump and the sound of ripping wood from just outside of their wooden prison. Pinpoints of light filtered through the forming cracks. Poppy threw herself against the back of the trunk as the stranger landed, tipping the box backwards. Click! The trunk lid popped open.

 

(((When did the facility explode?)))

 

Miles away, a soot covered, bleeding young man was tearing through the woods in full sprint. Finally, after that year in maximum security lock down, Jakobe was finally free. The itch was growing worse and he often had to pause while his body was racked by cold chills. He needed to get as much space between himself and that damned facility as he could. Without warning, Jakobe cocked his fist back and punched a nearby tree, blowing the trunk apart with a loud crack.

 

Poppy rolled backwards and grabbed the nearest ankle, pumping him or her full of her own mix of melatonin knock out juice (Eden) Poppy rose from her spot on the floor as Eden collapsed in her place. She scanned the room and blew her wild, pink hair from out in front of her face. Her eyes settled on the lad with the dark claws, " you wanna try that again?" she dared him, narrowing her eyes.

[DrakeOfBones]

((I assumed it was pretty heavily destroyed from the posts I read, and while I didn't say explode per say (cracking concrete does pop rather well) I can change it if I need.

 

How close to where the lab IS Starla's? And would Truce know where it is due to them both working for the DL?))

[padfoot]

(((Nah. That was forever ago. Who would they work for if the lab was gone?

 

Poppy's place a a few towns away on the edge of a mountain lake. The DL would know where it was because they pick up experiments Poppy catches but Starla wasn't created by the lab so they wouldn't know who she was.

 

Plus they are kinda kidnapped by Starla' s old punk rock band.

[DrakeOfBones]

Truce sifted through some of the files he could pull from the lab. This batch of escapees had been brought to his desk as targets for reacquisition. In time between other more... deadly missions the lab had him setting up a small web of plants to connect with in case of this kind of situation. It was still immature, many of the plants hadn't connected with the others so it wasn't much of a web, just tripwires that don't connect to the alarm. A couple subjects had tripped them, heading in the direction of... there it was. Down the mountain, towards that lake. No name or address in the file, but if I make enough noise they'll show up... He thought to himself.

 

Heading out of the lab he pulled out his keys, unlocking his car doors. He sat down and started his car, before reaching back into his back seat and grabbing a loose jacket, slipping it on. The blooms on his shoulders and back could lay rather flat, but they still drew unnecessary attention. He pulled out, clicked in his seat belt, then speed of toward the lake front town, keeping his eyes out for any unusual activity. Then a loud pop echoed across his wake, similar to when absurdly cold weather causes ice to form in the trunks of trees, the pressure blowing them out. It's not quite cold enough for that... might as well take a look.... He processed, pulling over and stepping into the forest.

[padfoot]

The gradient of the landscape sloped sharply as Jakobe drew closer to a road on top an embankment. He had been following the sounds of cars for a little under an hour now, hoping to find help into town. His grey jump suit was dirty and torn from his tromp through the woods and he doubted that would help his chances of catching a ride. He had never hitchhiked before.

 

He could see the road, it was just up the next hill. Wait, what was that? A truck was pulling to the shoulder and a man stepped out. He was alone and not very official looking but that still didn't put Jakobe's mind at ease. He had only recently escaped, maybe they wanted him back this badly. Still, he would think they would send more people.

 

Hell, maybe this guy was friendly and not hired to hunt him down, Jakobe wasn't one to judge negatively at first glance. Jokobe waved from his place on the opposite hill, "Hey! Can you Help Me!", Jak yelled, stumbling down the hill. The terrain was rough going, lots of places he could lose his footing and tumble all the way to the bottom of the hill.

[DrakeOfBones]

Hmpph. Grey jumpsuit isn't very subtle. Truce thought to himself, flashing a charming smile. "Well, I was just about to ask you the same thing! I heard a that loud pop, one like the ones you'd hear up in the wilderness farther north more consistently, of a trunk ripping apart like it froze. It's much too warm for that just yet, but I've got a friend in the Park Rangers so I was gonna go investigate a bit and let them know, but if you could shed any light on it I'd be glad to give you a lift into town!" He responded cheerfully, approaching the bottom of the rocky hill. "Names Truce, I'm a botanical scientist in the area doing some research for the government. And you are?"

[padfoot]

Jakobe paused at the bottom of the hill when the man started explaining himself. Rather unnecessarily at that. "Freezing trees? Park rangers? What the hell is this guy talking about? he thought, suddenly more weary of the situation. Still, suspicion aside, he was offering to give him a ride. Jak cautiously made his way back up the hill to meet the man called Truce.

 

"Jakobe Comely" he said when he reached the man. He chose to stand a few feet away to introduce himself. He might have been being a bit paranoid but could you blame him? Never be too careful when you just escaped from a place that has imprisoned him for the past year. He didn't count the first few years becasue it was under his own free will. Now he just needed to stay free and everything would be alright. Besides, this guy didn't seem to want to give him trouble, especially being a plant scientist. Even if he wanted to, Jakobe could shut him down with the pistol tucked under his waist band. It only had a few shots left but it was enough to give him the upper hand for a little while. Long enough to get away.

[DrakeOfBones]

"No a man of many word I see. But it's no bother!" He chirped, staying cheerful despite the debatable disrespect. "So what brings you around these parts? It's a long way from anything civilized really. Not the easiest mess to get yourself into." He finished, backing up towards his truck and unlocking the doors again. He motioned for Jakobe to hop in before walking around to his side. As he stepped out of view he dropped a couple seeds from his arm, mushing them into the ground with his steps. Vines sprouting and snaking their way along the underside of the truck. They sat at the edge of the passenger side door, coiled like snakes and ready to strike when Jakobe drew near. "I think the closest sheriff station is a couple towns over. I was headed that way anyways, so it's not even out of my way!"

[padfoot]

Fat camp. Parents sent to that one near the lake and I hated it. Decided to bail and head into down for some Denny's" he said confidently, hoping the other guy would just drop it. Jakobe, not sensing any ill intent from the man, decided to at least get a ride from him. He nodded and walked around the other side of the truck. The passenger side door opened with a thump.

[DrakeOfBones]

Truce chuckled, shaking his head, and with soft mutter his vines attacked. "Fool. Much too trusting for a boy someone just out of lock up." The vines lashed out, attempting to wrap up and around the males legs and torso, pulling to try to throw his balance off if they get a good grasp. Truce ducked, knowing that the boy could have some ranged power or something from his trials, and moved closer to the front wheel, putting a lot of truck in between them. A few more seeds popped free of his pores, which he slid into the earth with his thumb. He cooed as a trio of black flowers sprouted and bloomed in front of him, a short well of liquid contained in each flowers petals.

Edited March 15, 2015 by DrakeOfBones

[padfoot]

Jakobe backpedaled as vines crawled out from under the truck and tangled themselves around his ankles and legs. His feet stopped fast in the tangle and he toppled backwards, cracking the back of his head on the pavement. He raised his hands and clenched the sore spot. Of course, it didn't hurt as bad as it looked, it only added to the itchy feeling that was coursing around his body. He struggled to crawl backwards as the vines crept higher and higher up his body. wait, the gun", he muttered, fumbling for the pistol in his pocket before the vines completely covered it up. From his position on the ground, He was able to catch a look at what the man was doing on the other side of the truck. Some kind of nasty looking black plants were sprouting like a National Geographic special, way faster than nature intended. "Your one of them!" he yelled, struggling to untangle the gun from the advancing vines. Finally, he ripped it free and raised it to his temple, "I'm not going back there!" He yelled before squeezing the trigger.

 

His body convulsed once before falling still. The bullet fell to he ground unharmed from the bruised spot on his temple. Faster than the eye could see, Jakobe popped himself up off the pavement, ripping the vines from the ground and righting himself on the road. The torn vines dropped away from his body as he raised his leg to spartan kick the truck, "I'm not going back" he yelled, planting his foot against the door of the car and using the rest of the kinetic energy he stored from the gunshot. The truck slid sideways towards his attacker and started down the shallow embankment past the shoulder of the road. Jakobe aimed himself down the road and started running. He needed to get as much space between him and the hunter as he could.

[DrakeOfBones]

"WHY DO YOU ALL ALWAYS RUN!" Truce called as he rolled out of the way of the truck. He stood out of the roll, running the same way as Jakobe. He had spilled the three "cup" flowers as the truck thundered passed, the same truck he could now here tumbling down the rocky hill too his left. Tearing off his jacket, revealing his torso, he grew another seed, this time out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he jabbed it into his arm, wincing slightly as it sprouted, the roots taking form in his body. The flower bloomed, it's hard, cone like center spinning like a drill. Raising his arm, he pointed the sleep-poisoned dart at the escapee, it's projectile shooting forward with surprising speed. He hoped that it would be enough. He had worked with a couple subjects like this before. Bulletproof-like abilities did make it hard for him to take them down like this, but all he had to do was break the skin. It was a potent, home concocted poison, and while it might take a while to set in, the drowsiness would hopefully make him easier to track.

 

((You know I've had this post typed for three hours now and haven't been able to post cause of my cruddy internet... stupid router...))