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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 17, 2013 21:43:09 GMT -8
"Well, the General is Dead."
Marcus replied, more to himself than to Strike. There were connections here. Connections that seemed so improbable, but at the same time.....
Made THE MOST Strangest of sense somehow!
"So. Where does that leave the project?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 17, 2013 21:45:53 GMT -8
"For now? On stand-by."
Strike would shrug.
"How much of the mask have you played with?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 17, 2013 22:19:29 GMT -8
Standby? Does that meant they had another 'General' Waiting in the wings? Not a reassuring thought especially if this general could influence everyone who wore a mask. Now for Strikes next question, Marcus saw no reason not to tell the truth. "Not much. Everyone else is all Giddy as fuck about it. Me? I'm rather more cautious. A Mask? A Dark creature? So far it looks like the Masks just amplify ones Qi powers or Modify them somehow or another." Suddenly Marcus thought to do something REALLY stupid but at the same time REALLY interesting. Reaching up, he Pulled his mask down.  A Bone white Mask would cover Marcus' face, his eyes, reddish yellow in color, would regard Strike with a mixture of anticipation and amusement. So? Now what? |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 17, 2013 22:33:19 GMT -8
Strike would watch, curious as the mask formed.
"Hmmm, incomplete. Seems even when it finds hosts that work it wont fully form."
He'd outwardly sigh and close his eyes before reaching up and lowering the cloth mask on his face to reveal a black mask taking up the lower half of his head and all his neck. And Raj would hear in his head.
~I am one hundred and ten thousand years old. You hold a portion of my power.~
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 17, 2013 22:40:03 GMT -8
Marcus had no idea how to take that.
No Idea.
None.
In fact he kinda just stood there Staring alittle, his mouth agape yet hidden by the mask.
"DUDE! YOU ARE SPEAKING IN MY BRAIN! HOW IN THE FU- Ok, hold on here, how the HELL can you be that old?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 17, 2013 22:45:34 GMT -8
Strike would wait for Marcus to calm himself, which it seemed he was. Marcus can actually see that Strike is human, but... There is something literally wrong with his existence. The mask is showing him that Strike isn't completely human.
~I was the first. I discovered Qi first, back then however I was just some cave dwelling savage barely living. I was found and changed, given this mask and experimented on until I became what you see. I am neither human, nor completely whatever they where trying to make.~
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 17, 2013 23:30:59 GMT -8
"Found by who? Changed by who?"
Marcus would ask after getting over his initial shock.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 17, 2013 23:40:03 GMT -8
Strike would pause, Marcus could feel either a mix of pain and anger, or a mix of hurt and fear.
"I don't know. They only told me that I would lead the army they where building, and how to use my powers. Then they left."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 18, 2013 0:50:08 GMT -8
Aliens?
People from the lost city of Atlantis?
The Old ones of Lovecraftian myth?
Angels of God?
If ANY of this were true, this was fast becomming bigger than Marcus could ever imagine. IF it was true. Marcus knew this was all fantastical to the extreme, but he was almost willing to believe it. What gave him doubts were the fact that it came from the mouth of someone percived as the enemy.
The emotions he felt.. were they real or fabricated?
Reaching up, he would pull the mask off, letting it disintigrate into shards and petals.
"All this begs the question then. If what I felt from you was real....what ARE your goals regarding these masks? You still gonna lead this army? Rebel against those who did this to you? What's the next step?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 19, 2013 0:03:53 GMT -8
Strike would lift the cloth mask back up over the one taking up the lower half of his face.
"These masks? Considering how valuable one salvageable mentally stable users is, the multitude of you make you very special. But I will continue as always. Search for those who created and abandoned me. Then kill them. With the army they hoped to create."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 19, 2013 23:47:59 GMT -8
The more Strike spoke, the more Marcus began to notice a creeping dread build up inside of him. If what he was saying was true, this was a man who lived Since the Dawn of man, Could Predict the Future and by the sounds of it, was manipulating the most powerful man in the known world in what could easily be assumed as a long term plan to create an army of Super powered beings to fight the very people who MADE HIM THAT WAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Marcus' Blood ran cold as the connections formed in his mind, weaving a VERY terrifying picture as to the nature of the man sitting across from him. A Man who had AGES to plan and patience to see it done right.
Marcus took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He suddenly felt very small. What could he do that John hadn't anticipated already?
"Which means more masks I take it?"
Marcus asked as he wracked his brain, Scribbling in his notebook like a madman while keeping his eyes on Strike. Barker always did strike Marcus as only a mere thug. Powerful enough to take what he wanted but lacking the foresight to know what to do with it after. John Strike on the other hand......
"And I'm guessing none of us who own the mask get a say in the manner? I mean why would we if you could just 'influence' us after all."
He HAD to warn the others. Get a message out. SOMETHING. Nobody was safe if they used their masks around Strike.
"Makes me wonder what you even Needed Barker for in the first place. Or why you felt the need to Plant your own men amongst mine. I figure you already know that I know anyway right? So I guess what I'm REALLY asking is....."
Marcus slowly pocketed the book back into his Jacket and rose to his feet, Looming over John and the Table between them.
"In what way does OUR encounter end?"
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Post by John Strike on Nov 20, 2013 0:15:47 GMT -8
Strike would watch Marcus a little more, leaning back in his chair. Relaxed really just wondering how much of the story Marcus was putting together. At the question Strike would simply nod.
"Two more."
Marcus kept going on his rant, then the influence was mentioned.
"But that's the big picture isn't it? How to break free of influence."
Then the funest question asked so far.
"Well theres the ending where you try and punch me. That one doesn't end well. Theres the one where your wolf pack disperses some to help you escape, others to tell Delilah and Lucien about what you have learned. But the only one that really works is the one where we part ways, peacefully."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 21, 2013 16:06:39 GMT -8
The last words Marcus had wrote in his book were 'Break the influence' before he closed it with a snap. Everything before that point, the entire conversation was logged in note form.
Giving Strike a thin lipped half smile as the man listed off his options, Marcus found the man made something of a good point.
Slipping thumb and index finger into his mouth, Marcus let loose with a shrill sharp whistle that brought Fox and Sleepy running.
"Take this."
The man ordered, slapping his book into Sleepy's chest.
"Put it straight in First Blacks hands. Stop for Nothing."
The droopy eyed blonde spat a curse out before climbing out of the pool and taking off. Leaving just Fox left. Marcus would put a hand on the womans shoulder. His eyes were unreadable yet his voice was firm.
"Fox, Get to a safe distance and radio the Pack. Direct as Nessisary. You're in charge now."
The red headed woman would hesistate for a moment, clearly not liking her superiors thought process, but with a defeated sigh and a nod, the woman took off.
Leaving The man alone to face Strike.
"You know I can't just let you leave. Peacefully or otherwise."
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Post by John Strike on Nov 24, 2013 8:41:52 GMT -8
Strike would remain seated leaning back in the chair closing his eyes and waiting for Marcus to make his choice... Which Strike told him was a bad idea. He'd open his eyes at Marcus speaking.
"Marcus... You don't have much choice. Do what you must."
Strike would wait.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 12, 2013 0:11:51 GMT -8
"Fox to Strike Packs......Fox to Wolfpack Strike teams Come in."
The young woman narrowed her remaining eye as static crackled in her ear. Interference?
"Any Wolfpack on this Channel please respond. Thi-"
Suddenly a massive burst of noise sent Fox reeling and clutching her head, nearly forcing her to rip the earpiece out with a shriek.
The closest she could come to describing it was like metal shearing coated in static.
What she heard next made her blood run cold.
Screaming, animal and raw. Of the kind that abruptly cuts off, leaving her in a deep sense of dread as she forced herself to wait. She could already hear the telltale Bleep-whump from the radio, many people were trying to reach her at once. Releasing the breath she hadn't known she was holding, Fox silently prayed as chopped bits of transmissions assaulted her.
"GET OUT OF THERE! GET BA-"
"CROAKER!"
"....NEED TO WARN FENRIS! THEY'RE ALL-"
"....Eyes open little one, Just.....hold on a few minu-"
"BASTARDS! YEH ROTTEN! FECKIN! CUNT! WHORE! FECKIN! BA-"
"Station is secured. Mon Dieu. Victor?"
"Aye. Urgh, here. Top floor. Fackin mess up in here....... Bucket ta Fox."
"Bucket ta Fox, whichare you girl?"
Dread nearly turned to despair before the young Red headed woman shook herself and answered in a shaky voice. She had NEVER heard the Wolfpack like this before and it unsettled her deeply. Shakily she answered
"Here. Fox here. Sit rep. Bucket I need a sit rep."
"Sitrep is Shit. Deh 'ole station wa'gainst us. Went all freaky fo' we 'ad ta put em all down. Am smacked up some. Doc be commin tah patch m'up."
"Wait...What do you mean ALL OF THEM?!?!?"
"Like I said gurl. Stations empty.
"Same here Ma'am...... Twas Fecking Shite, they all Attacked us. Wasn't just one or two. Whole Fecking lot of em!"
"Oi bruvs, I'm eyeing Smoke from The North and South points. I....I can't reach anyone there....."
SLAM!
Marcus' struck the table with both palms, collapsing his end as the legs snapped in half. His head hung low, Mouth fixed into a thin grimace.
He had heard the entire thing.
"Fenris to Pack. Sound off."
He began slowly, voice deceptively calm. Of the ten man and woman team, Only Six were able to respond with various injuries both heavy and light. Croaker, Silent, Frosty and Sarah were still out there. Marcus felt a twist in his guts. They weren't dead. He trained them well enough. They were still alive. He'd know if they weren't.
Wouldn't he?
"Fox, Get ahold of The pup and the woman. I want you to sweep the North Checkpoint. Doc, Triage the Station. Bucket I want you to gather the others, sort them out and take one other wolf to sweep the south."
Marcus then brought his eyes up to glare at John Strike.
"As for you. You're going to sit right FUCKING there until I get this mess you made for me sorted. Twitch in a way I don't like and I will PERSONALLY guarantee the only future you see is your end by my god damn knife."
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