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Kal though over what to do. Though with how fast it processed things with effort, time may as well have had been frozen to Kal. The fingers on it’s tail were long. Around 3 feet. But Jet was wounded. The girl was  surprisingly, less so. She was able to walk well it seemed it seemed.
Sarah’s gaze on the creature relaxed a bit. She seemed calmer but on edge. Especially not liking the “Get us out of here part.” That implied this thing would be transportation. “I know a place. My place. We can go there. It’s south of here. That way.” She says pointing in a direction. “It’s a few blocks away.”
Kal looked to Jet. Seeing what he thought first. It was ready to grab him and take him. It’s mind ever aware of the environment around it for give or take 1000 feet. Sarah also looked at Jet. To see if he would accept her offer.
“I guess some stuff must have happened, after I got knocked out…” She said her words trailing off.
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Jerrel:
“Awwww shit. Baylet all guzzied up. Got some demonic boombox shit. Man she ready to go.” Jerrel looks to his left and he has been talking to himself as Takra is gone. “Huh… wonder where he went.” Jerrel then listened as she played. “Music is a nice change a pace but I can’t party rock to this shit.” Jerrel started sifting through his phone, through different playlists.
Kuze:
The music was a bit overbearing on the Fog’s noise inhibition. Can’t have these things burn too much power, so the Fog  Dispersed. It left the room to go do other things as Kuze simultaneously was able to command it and dance with Aena. With his small tabletop Nanofactory plugged in and Sasha asleep. Kuze started to make some things. A few blades. May need them later. The demon boy doesn’t seem to like Kuze very much. And neither does the other darker skinned one.
However, of course. No reason right now to Fret over that. This was his time to give the girl his attention. Especially when no one else gave her much attention.
Pause.
Kuze then abruptly changed the tone of the entire dance he did with Aena. Going with he music now. Moving faster now. More upbeat.
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Jackal walked forward, stepping off the grassy land and into the barren sandy wasteland. He stooped down, looking towards the sand analytically as he scooped some of it towards his hand, and smelled it. He then took to licking it the sand from his hand, and then spitting it out to his side. Would have preferred more trees. But oh well.
Jackal wasn’t exactly sure about how he got here. Just some…black thing visiting him. Talking with him. Then the next thing he knew he was here with all his gear. It was all the gear he would have choosen, if he was given the chance to choose his gear. He looked over some piece of paper that explained his objective to him, and Jackal took to strolling. There would be others here. Probably not the friendly types. Not that he was a friendly to most himself.
He saw a path, clearly a few others had traveled it and Jackal sought to simply, stay along the path where possible. He wanted to keep an eye out for anyone. Jackal saw a Cactus and decided to stop over by it. He leaned by it, took out his cellphone. Stared dead into the front face and took a picture next to the cactus. With that, nobody seemed to be there, so he just went on his way. Long walk ahead. But Jackal had the stamina and endurance to keep walking for miles if need be. Running from the cops helped him build that Stamina. Still. Should have brought more food. He can’t really run too efficiently with all this gear for any sort of distance. Would be impractical outside of combat. Energy was vital here, because he had a long way to go.
Being in a hoodie here helped protect from the sun but it sucked overall. He began to think. This is a dessert. Gonna get cold at night. But having grown up in the streets of “Gothic” and run around New York, he was used to cold. And decided he’d probably do best traveling at night. With a Mesa up ahead he decides to go over to it and hunker down. Heat wasn’t unbearable but Jackal preferred the cold.
He went deeper into the cave, seeing well but taking his phone out and activating the flashlight app on it to see perfectly. Cave didn’t go very deep. Good. He scanned it for wildlife. Maybe he could catch a snake and find stuff for a fire. Never had snake before. Maybe if he makes it out of this he can goto the south. Hear there is some nice food down there….
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Jerrel:
“Yeah. Ya’ll niggas don’t need to be gettin’ drunk. Miwa especially. She waaaaay to young. And this supposed to be a school. Baylet is old but she just as a jackass any other teenage kid you give liquor.”
Kuze:
He thought it was kind of cute actually how her cheeks sparked. “Yes. It is a school. I’m sure he’ll let you stay here. I just walked right in essentially. No paper work or anything.” He says as he moves along with her. flinging her out with one arm and then pulling her back into his as they begin stepping again.
“An odd place. Filled with odd people. I doubt you’ll have any trouble being enrolled in this school.” No one else could hear them in the mist. Or the music playing within it.
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Name: Garron Anderson “Jackal”
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: 5 ft 10 160 lbs man with Tattoos and markings all about his face. Usually wears jeans, a sneaker and a hoodie.
History: Anarchist from a world of superhumans who utilizes no supernatural weaponry.
Weapons and Gear
- M16 Beowulf with 1 spare clip +ACOG . Made for penetrating armored vehicles. Hits with approximately 1 1/2 tons of force at the muzzle. (3, 123 lbs force) 12 lbs
- 3 “Hellfire” Grenades- Releases a gas that renders anything flammable (Chlorine Trifluoride). Â http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chlorine_trifluoride When released, it will burn sand, react violently and explosively with water, burn through any metal and the only way to extinguish it is to allow it to burn itself out. The casing containing the gas is made of nickel. As it forms a layer insoluable fluoride to contain it. 2.5 lbs
- Food rations 10 lbs
- 7 Water bottles 6 lbs
- Med-kit with anti-venom. 5 lbs
- Boxing tape
- Tinted goggles- Protects from bright lights and eye hazards such as sand and wind.
- Spider-co knife- .5 lbs
- A cellphone- For doing things .2 lbs
- A solar powered charger- Comes with cord for charging the phone .3 lbs
Solar powered charger- Kevlar vest filled with sheer thickening fluid- For protection of the torso against impacts, blades and light firearms
- S&W .500 with 6 rounds spare ammo 5 lbs
- Box of matches: .5 lbs
- Hiker’s bag- For supplies
- Hoodie+Baggy pants- For carrying weapons and gear.
- Tripwire- For traps. Negligible weight.
- Krakatoa- C-4 with a copper cone jet. Remote triggered. Can be set like a mine or launch molten copper at target. This is an anti-tank weapon said to be able to penetrate a battleship.Comes with a stand that allows it to be aimed and set up. 3x 5 lbs
Total 55 lbs
Skills:
Marksman: Doesn’t miss much when nothing inhibits his aim. He is very good at shooting acrobatic and quick targets
Parkour: Skilled at wallrunning
Hand-to-hand combat: Is very good at parts of Judo, Brazillian Jujitsu, Mixed martial arts, aikido, wrestling and boxing.
Stealth: He very quiet and very sneaky.
Senses: Very good at seeing in the dark and highly tuned hearing. He is very good at gauging one’s location based on noises they make.
Improvising- Can throw rocks at 70 mph, can use make shift items as weapons. Can sometime create weapons out of ambient materials.
Speed: Without gear, can run 22 miles per hour.
Strength: 180 lb snatch 155 lb bench 250 lb squat.
Stamina: Â Can run a mile without gear in 5 1/2 minutes.
Sadomasochism: Jackal doesn’t just tolerate pain. He gets off on it and enjoys it. Trying to torture him is pointless.
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Multos giggled at the comments of the new women. It found they way they talked about it…..amusing. Multos holds it’s hand out, and then a key from the demonic jar flies into it’s hand. She smiles. as she twirls they key in her hands.
“I dislike both absolute order and absolute chaos. But at least with chaos things won’t be boring. I would rather chaos. So I can instill order myself. I don’t know much about this universe. But I do know humans seem to be weak…” Multos tilts her head.
“The thing I like about humans and things like humans, is that you never know what they’ll do. They could become angels or demons in their way. It’s what makes them human.”
And with that. Multos warps the fabric of space time into a wormhole and then walks in to the new city of “demons.” Leaving it open for anyone who also wishes to come to the city of demons.
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Jerrel:
“Yeah.” Jerrel replied “I thought for sure she’d be here. She is the one who kept naggin’ Godal for the party and ended up getting smacked for it. She should be here. Man if Baylet were here, it’d be turnt up right now. Usually this happens after I’d have probably passed out or some sh**.”
Kuze:
Doesn’t give a flying fuck about what anyone besides Aena thinks. It’s as if no one else exists, besides Byrne and Charlotte, who he takes care to keep away from on the dance floor.
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Jerrel/Kuze:
Kuze’s eyes brighten upon the latter. “Yes they are Aena. But” Kuze raises her arm. Twirls her gracefully and then as he sets her to fall, leans towards her, catching her perfectly around her back as she is leaned over backwards and Kuze leans closely towards her.
“I prefer Tango.” With thatm Kuze then has the U-Fog surround them and make a sort of cloud around them. Obscuring the two a little bit, but they are still visible and removing ambient sound as the Utility fog produces the anti sound to cancel said sound out. While the fog closest to them produces music. As if they are in a completely different room.
“Are you ready?” Asks as he looks her in her eyes with a devilish sort of smile and locks his hand in between her fingers, holds it out to their side and he starts move slowly…but gracefully with. The mist of microbots following them wherever they go. Keeping anything they say private.
Jerrel bites his pizza. Show off.
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Jerrel:
Jerrel decided he was just gonna chill tonight and munch on party food. Him sitting in a chair. eating pizza, sipping punch. Miwa asleep, Takra gone prolly bein’ emo somewhere, Baylet asleep ironically, Dovaro got up n’ left, Tom…I dunno where the hell he went actually, Byrne dancin’ with that new girl  I ain’t meet yet, that guy in the suit dancin’ with that other new girl. Mo food for me.
Jerrel sat in the gym, but his look showed indifference and content-ness, rather than disgust and discomfort. He was just going to chill the rest of the night unless something happened.
Kuze:
He reaches out to take her hand. “Come then.” He said with a smile  as he lead her to the dance floor, and put both hands on her hips. He wasn’t planning on doing anything advanced. He looked her in the eyes and looked human for once, instead of having that other look in his eyes.
“I think I’ll lead.” He says to her as he looks to see how much she knows if anything at all.
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Multos giggled at the man’s complement as it watched the board and the candy appear. Multos decides to take one out of courtesy. Shifting the space within the bowl to re-position  candy towards it’s hand as it threw a few in it’s mouth. “Firearms. A nice choice in weaponry.” Multos itself didn’t feel the need to use weaponry in most situations, but hardly felt the need to look down on those who used weaponry, or anything to get themselves an advantage.
It listened to the newcomer tale. A tragic and interesting story. “I myself am wondering the same. What will we be doing? What battle is it you were speaking of earlier?” It throws another piece of candy in it’s mouth.
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Jerrel:
“Yeah. Miwa fine. Just a lil’ awkward.  I think Takra went with her. I think she should be asleep.” Jerrel said to Dovaro as he scratched his head as he looked around. “Huh. I wonder where Baylet is. She is the one who wanted the party after all.”
Kuze:
“The human body is just a machine made out of flesh and blood. The brain is the central processing unit.” He said in reply to his ability to reply to control those devices he made.
He tilted his head at her. She lacked a spike in vitals that would have given most anyone anyway, however, he suspected she was troubled because she was awkward at social gatherings. He also wondered if she could drink the punch and taste it. Likely not. She doesn’t have said receptors installed.
The copy poofed into mist as the actual Kuze stood behind it and shrugged as he asked “Want me how to teach you how to dance?”
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She could read lips and then opened the window immediately. Kal then stood to reveal itself. And jumped on the roof. It stood idly. Keeping track of where everyone was looking at the same time and everyone’s position.
The girl ran back to her bed and assumed a position as if she had been in it the entire time. ‘There is someone entering the room.’ The Doctor asked if she was alright, because he thought he heard something. Â She said it was just a draft. The doctor nodded and then he just left.
Right after. Kal then entered the room walking over to the girl. Her face being less fear and more, anger as Kal got closer. “Here to…to finish the job?” She hissed quietly at it. “No.” Was Kal’s answer.
With that it picked the girl up with it’s tail. It’s 3 fingers going along her slender preteen figure easily. More easily than Jet’s even. It them turned to the window and waiting about 30 seconds, climbed to the window and jumped back over to Jet.
“….Thanks. I was getting sick of that place.” She muttered.
She looks at Kal with a…straight sort of hostile, upset look. Its like looking at a Chihuahua stare down a pitbull. If Kal was a pitbull however, it was a very calm one.
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Jerrel/Kuze:
Jerrel facepalmed. He is…weirded out by the display. Miwa looks kinda adorable but at the same time uncomfortable and awkward. This dude clearly don’t know nothing about boundries. She all awkward and shit. And look at Takra over there. He can’t do shit about it. He been calm lately though. And at least Godal ain’t smacking people and shit. Making people upset.
But I guess he did lose his kids and he sees us as his kids….but this is just…nah. I think he should stop.
Kuze was amused. He could hardly hold back his snickering he hide behind his mouth. He then watch and even followed Godal as he took Miwa to her and tucked her in. A touching speech to the others. Though Kuze was here for his own reasons.
He noticed Aena sitting off to herself staring at the punch. He actually genuinely felt sorry for her.
He notices Takra complaining about the music and waves his hand towards him. Sound is canceled around Takra completely. He’ll probably complain about not being able to hear anything outside of 3 feet in front of him, but Fox-Face seems like he’ll complain about anything when irritated.
A copy of Kuze appears in front of Aena. She might be the only one who can tell that it is made of a swarm of micro-scale machines that assume different forms follow Kuze around wherever he goes or simply floats about. Like the fog swarm orbiting and following Takra invisibly right now, and negating sound. Each one being around the size of a cell and it taking trillions to make something with the mass of a person. S
“You seem troubled.” The copy says giving Aena a warmhearted smile.
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Jerrel:
“Hey Miwa how you feel? Can you walk? Dovaro. Go get-” Snoring. Very very loud snoring. “Fuck.*
Kuze:
He notices the Android leave and the little girl from before is unwell it would seem. A pity. Â His smile is now false, he joined the crowd and looked around. Then he scans the room, and instinctively he notices a guy sticking out. Away from the crowd. Showing seemingly no care and no concern for this little girl’s well being.
He reminded him of himself, somewhat.
Wherever Godal is, an exact copy of Kuze appears seemingly completely out of thin air.
“Hello Mr. Godal. Sorry, to interrupt your conversation. But one of your students seems to be unwell, it would seem. Though I suspect, that she underwent some type of transformation. Maybe you should have a look at her. Just in case.”
Kuze smiles at this much larger man politely.
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Jerrel:
Jerrel did just as Takra said as he murmured “Sh**…” underneath his breath. The hell is going on now? Jerrel watched, not quite understanding what Takra was doing. He just shouted something and then magic happened. “Where mike at? Or G…?” Jerrel muttered. He looked at Miwa, now looking very worried.
Dovaro came over and managed to calm her down. He suggested she take a nap…and then he fell asleep. THIS NIGGA RIGHT HERE. HOW THE FU-Agh. Whatever. Did more then I’m doin’. Jerrel thought about what he could do, him feeling her head to see her temperature and . “Ain’t feelin’ too good I see…can you stand?” He asked Miwa.
“Ey Takra…you know what’s up with her? I think we should get her to a bed. Maybe have G or Mikey look her over.”