Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Injustice

That was...quick.

That was...quick.

(Decoy would be awesome with Z! will respond)

(fckers already kicking into high gear will read when im in a better mood)

(Does this only apply to people with powers or do people with relics and technology-based powers gotta do this, too?)

@Amaranth_Strix@Quintus_Knightfall Having extensively prepared for the commenced political event circulating across the United States, the enigmatic Impero intends on exacting direct intervention. Immersed in a spiritually beneficial trance, he is joined by the ancient Keijijo Elders in the ominous quarters of the clan Grandmaster. Seated on a hard wooden floor, they achieve collective spiritual harmonization not only with themselves, but with higher metaphysical planes. Intent on doing so to directly rely on his comrades' metaphysical might to achieve a form of telepathy superior to his own, Ishin is quick to issue a mental message towards the Court of Arcani representative, Amaranth. "Amaranth-san, I'm certain you've grown aware of current events. The Registration Act is now a law in the United States. I've been watching the outside world closely, this law seems to be exclusive to the United States at the moment. However, possible success could lead to probable global expansion of the law which would eventually reach the home of my people", indeed, he was concerned for the future of the Keijijo.

Further elaborating, he concludes, "I'm not a man of violence. But if a bunch of Western clowns attempt to force this on us in the future, I'll have to snuff them all. Soon I'll be in New York. Meet me there when possible. You know how to contact me". Rising to his feet, the mysterious Impero stands to his full height prior to bowing respectfully before the present Keijijo Elders, their meditative purpose, the omnipotent monitoring of the entire Reisho Monastery during the Impero's absence. Gathering a series of esoteric weapons and items ranging from his personalized sword Hansha to his trademark Keijijo Geijutsu teleportation kunai, Ishin departed from the legendary monastery. Clad in his inapparently armored militaristic hooded attire and iconic alabaster mask, he headed for the city of New York. Standing in the outskirts of the snow pelted monastery, Ishin's initial intention was using his fearsome speed to travel to his desired destination, practical it was, but his explosive entrance would effortlessly attract unwanted attention. Instead, he relied on the unique properties of one of his recent inventions, the Potaru Amulet. Using its powerful link to the various metaphysical particles of higher dimensions, Impero executed an instant metaphysical leap towards New York.

Manifesting atop an indistinct building rooftop, the temporarily concealed Ishin recalled his previous statement to the masterful Knightfall heir, and a former pupil, Quintus Knightfall. Hoping that the Living Weapon carried with him the unique amulet previously given to him by the Keijijo Prodigy, Ishin telepathically reached the brooding Knightfall, "Quintus-san, its me, Ishin. No doubt you've heard of the Registration Act's start. I intend to oppose this with every fiber of my being. I'm in New York at the moment. Where can we meet?", he concluded, unaware of Quintus' current situation or specific location.

@Emerge_In_C: (It applies to all metahumans and vigilantes - regardless of how you receive your powers, or even if you have any - if I'm understanding the language of the law in the OP correctly)

@Impero said:

"I'm not a man of violence. But if a bunch of Western clowns attempt to force this on us in the future, I'll have to snuff them all. Soon I'll be in New York. Meet me there when possible. You know how to contact me".

@Meison_Calidus: LOL!

@_Quickster_ said:

You know, I think the biggest problem of the cape killers is three things, actually. After the New York incident, we were all convinced they were pretty much done, or at least totally weakened. That proved they didn't work. They lost their home. Right? But then, now, they came out in such large numbers, so powerful, so fast. No one saw it coming. So naturally, everyone goes out to challenge them right away...and gets their butts handed to 'em! Massive takedowns, prisons...Death sentences. They couldn't react. It's the fatal flaw in beings, or the law of nature that says the most fit will adapt and survive. And really, no one's really prepared for something like this, even if we did see the registration coming from miles away. Me? That's just perfect.


Because when things change in an instant, it's almost fast enough for me.

That right there is pure gold. Great stuff.

@Aeron: (Damn alright then. Thanks.)

 
Maybe too long, but it's an opening post. Opinions appreciated.

Station Infinity

Tranquil stepped outside the airport took sniff of the air. "Fire? Blood? Death. I just stepped into a warzone." He thought to himself. Instinctively he raised his hand, his index finger and thumb catching a single shuriken aimed for his head. Milo studied the insignia for a moment then stored the weapon within a concealed chest pocket, knowing he'd forget the entire event in a matter hours. More shuriken materialized out of the sky and Tranquil danced between them as his mind tried to make sense of what was going on. He could recall hearing something the news that might be pertaining to this but his memory had failed him. Out of the sky descended a squadron of well trained assassins. They landed around him in wedge formation swords drawn. Their training was top notch. Even Milo had to admit that their skill surpassed his own. As emotion welled up within him he swallowed hard, stifling anything that stirred within him. This emotion was replaced with loads of adrenaline being pumped into his system as he drew his blades.

"One question, what the hell is going on?" In unison the assassins surged forward and Tranquil leaped up, meeting them in the air with his blades. The clash of steel and titanium sent sparks everywhere as he pushed himself to limit, parrying an untold number of strikes. This was not enough as some strikes hit true, wrenching a bloodcurdling scream from his throat. This all transpired within a single second and when touched the ground Tranquil dropped to single knee in now heavily blood stained armor. They landed in an echelon formation this time and wasted no time moving in for the kill. Merely inches away from the target the assassins could taste victory. Behind his mask he smiled. A cloud of smoked erupted around him, and the assassins began to gag and cough. Using a combination of pepper and smoke pellets he was able to impeded their progress long enough for him to slip away into the sewers. As he trudged through the muddy waters he eyed the lacerations on his arms and chest that continued to bleed. "Whats the point of having a healing factor if it NEVER works?" He yelled as he blocked his pain receptors and continued down the path, unsure of what to do next.

@Impero: @_Strigidae_@Strigidae_Already in position inside the big apple, where he had been cultivating his contacts and organizing cells since before the Invasion, Amaranth contacts his local allies.

"Its time. Everyone, if you would be so kind, let us meet and speak face to face." Sending out an encrypted burst transmission, containing his current location.

@Amaranth_Strix: @_Strigidae_: The smell was unbearable and it wasn't long before Milo resurfaced. He'd intercepted an transmission close to his location that called for a gathering people. His intuition told him that if he wanted any chance of coming out of whatever what was going on without incarceration or execution he'd be at that meeting. He rounded the corner, cleared a ledge and leaped through a window landing in a crouched position on his toes. This was the location and the moment he raised his head to see who had arrived the sight a familiar figure brought a smile to his veiled face. "Well well, its a very small world." He said standing tall.

@Decoy Elite:

“Wait, no…” Fantasy said, landing on the ground. “He…he was alive I saw him!” she said, glancing around. Before she could completely register what was going on, a powerful strike came across her face. The strike forced the young blonde backwards; her body slammed against the concrete, the impact caused an immediate crater.

“Damn…” she said, rising to one knee. “ARGH!!!” she screamed, her body felt like it was being constricted. Allowing herself to be overcome by light, Fantasy intensified it causing it to burn the man. She could hear his wretched screams as her heat burned him.

Shifting the amount of light that hit her iris, Fantasy could see the thermal energy scans of everyone in the area. “I stopped checking for monsters, under my bed, when I realized I was one” Fantasy said, with her eye’s turning red. Stomping on the ground, the young blonde opted for a quake to stagger the illusion master.

Moving in close, Fantasy clapped her hands together trying to use the concussive wind to put him down.

@Fantasy Hopewell said:

@Decoy Elite:

“Wait, no…” Fantasy said, landing on the ground. “He…he was alive I saw him!” she said, glancing around. Before she could completely register what was going on, a powerful strike came across her face. The strike forced the young blonde backwards; her body slammed against the concrete, the impact caused an immediate crater.

“Damn…” she said, rising to one knee. “ARGH!!!” she screamed, her body felt like it was being constricted. Allowing herself to be overcome by light, Fantasy intensified it causing it to burn the man. She could hear his wretched screams as her heat burned him.

Shifting the amount of light that hit her iris, Fantasy could see the thermal energy scans of everyone in the area. “I stopped checking for monsters, under my bed, when I realized I was one” Fantasy said, with her eye’s turning red. Stomping on the ground, the young blonde opted for a quake to stagger the illusion master.

Moving in close, Fantasy clapped her hands together trying to use the concussive wind to put him down.

Since I already used gold, I guess this is platinum. Nicee!

Huh, guess were past the point of input. I'll just wait for some appropriate action time.

Your post was decent Legion, nice setup, good flow to it.

@Amaranth_Strix: @Tranquil: @_Strigidae_: Golden goggles appear in the darkness. At first, that is all. Then, slowly, yet inevetiablly, the rest of the Strigidae appears... like the Cheshire cat.

I am here. Why hast thou summoned me Strix? A voice, empty and icy.

@_Legion_: I liked it. The Captain America / Spartan thing is pretty darn cool, no denying it hehe.

@Decoy Elite:

“What is this bull” though inexperienced Fantasy made a mental note to his ability to cast illusions, something she hadn’t been prepared for until now. The brutal attack from the uman left her injured; her whole sternum ached; not to mention the multiple strikes she took to the face. Struggling through her discomfort Fan, switched her focus from electromagnetic radiation of checking for thermal energy, to that of X-ray.

“Only one of you has bones” she said, instantly, glancing on the roof she found her real target, but before she could act, images of death, slaughter, decay; and misery entered her head. The telepathic intrusion split Fantasy’s focus, ultimately losing control of her own thoughts. The optic scientist, had used pretty much all of her light tricks, those tricks proved to be far more resourceful than previously thought, but not good enough.

Reduced to one knee, the blonde Bravehart split into three separate versions of light; the two doppelgangers acted on Fan’s behalf. There was no possible way to accurately fire these two without proper focus, but given where his X-Ray read, she fired a light embodiment of herself in his general area, hoping to throw off his telepathic focus.

By now, hundreds of news media stations were already standing in the radius of their confrontation; things were looking bad all across the country, for all metas.

Pier 47

@Ashley_Knightfall@TheRumor said:

Slipping the cowl backwards off his face with a look that read neither concern nor certainty, while Rumor sat upside down on the ceiling and Ashely continued to monitor the latest developments on the news, Quintus raised his fist to his lips. Almost resting against it as if searching the resources of his mind for an answer. While in this somewhat halcyon state of ease the esoterically gifted Impero reached out with concentrated thought, seeking a place to federate their forces. However with the rest of the Knightfall clan still missing with no word or recent communications further hindering the units ability to cultivate a unified plan of action, his former Sifu's request went unanswered. "We cant wait any longer. Right or wrong we need to make a decision, now." (looking towards Ashely) "We could hang it up, go home. Simply take off the masks, burn the costumes, walk right down the street and never look back.....we all could. We could admit that this is to big for us, that we signed on to protect our city, protect the people, but the people no longer believe in us. They dont want our help, they want our blood." (turning his attention upwards) "You could go back to the Sanitarium. You'd be safe there, but you couldnt return home with us, you're to unstable, it'd be to risky. One day you might snap, use your powers, bring the whole goddamn establishment bearing down on our doorstep." (titling his head to look out the small port hole window) "Or......we make a stand, we fight back. We go out there right now and we find the others, and then.......(pulling the cowl back over his face with a look of anger) ...then we show the World what it means to be a Knightfall."

@Quintus_Knightfall: @Ashley_Knightfall Rumor clutched his knees tighter from the harsh yet oh so true words from Quintus, however, his head raised when he talked about taking a stand, a smile was even brought to his gloomy face. Dropping down from the ceiling, the madman stood at the side of the valiant Knight and his relative, he too, peering out the window. "Quintus...You saved me from my own recluse..You showed me what it's like to fight for something...Let alone have something to fight for...It would be my honor to help you, even if that means into death.." Rumor patted Quintus's stern shoulder with a respectful nod. He then looked over to Ashley and smiled in a friendly manner, like a innocent teenager. "Im Rumor by the way, im insane.." Rumor informed her with a chuckle, unaware or perhaps uncaring that it is usually odd to proclaim yourself mad.

@Ravek @Mr_LeBeau: (I promise to try and make posts from here shorter xP intros to me though I like to write a bit more. Had some ground I wanted to cover dang it ;3)

"These over cautious underlings have done their best to confine me into this place. I followed the guidance of one of their agents by the name of Creed, he had seamingly been called away however. And so for the past few weeks I have been held under strict guard. They limited my telepathy with restraints to a point I could only contact the other captive Ravek, as well as could receive telepathic messaging from Lady Coven. I have come to know in this time Ravek fairly well. I spent much time trying to teach him the language of this blasted rock. As he could easily pass as human it seamed wise he know the language. Lately though my mind has been troubled, Coven has informed me of the registration and what its allready begun to cause in these past hours. The Covenant has chosen to make no moves that might reveal the truth about them. A inteligent call for the moment, they've begun to welcome refugees but doing little to reveal much as well in flawless guidance. This however leaves me on my own....." The journal and her outfit was the only thing the security of the Hellicarier had permitted the xenos to have.

The star eyed murderer sat crossed legs in meditation having concluded her writing. Cell that had been her home as cold and empty as it was when first constructed. Only thing it really had was four walls a light and a door, she questioned if it even was a room in the first place. Dr Nicole Ashcliff smiled as she opened the door. Composure being held even though the last time she had seen the cat like eyes of Azrael she had wittnessed murder of the most brutal degree. "Alezra been some time hasn't it? Today you'll be located to Las Angelas to make a transfer. I've contacted the proper officials to try and get you back to our custody. Relocating you and your friend to Area Fifty One along with your friend where it will be more humble. I recomend you try and behave yourself, otherwise you'll be the minority in a prison where everyone is a meta being held captive looking for an outlet for their rage." It was true, in a prison of mutants and science gone wrong the alien would be someone to potentially point a finger at.

Engines grind to a low hum as a black hawk touches down in the park. The crimson skined xenomorph and Keresh guided to the center of the park for pick up. Behind each stood one of the ultrasapiens, or Umen they were dressed in a way that made the tattooed death dealer crinkle her brow in disgust. A swave of guards from the hovering base went to form a cirlce around them. Military personel that watched everyone with careful precaution. Part of this was to help implant fear with the media covering the event. Many would focus on every event, the generals and politicians wanted this one to be in their favor. "This is Dr Ashcliff trying to reach Mr. Lebaue or one of his representatives. I have in my custody two extra terrestrials likely not going to register. I'm not sure about the humanesque one, you and I both know of the red skined woman however." Of course Ashcliff didn't know of the meeting/interigation held by the two, or that at the time Alezra had possed as a mutant.

Azra makes a sudden leap her hands stretching down as her feet rise, bringing cuffed hands under her. Legs kicking off the shoulders of the Uman in a flip to the side. Landing the cuffs chain is brought against the guards throat. The soldier had her weapons if she were to get out of this endevour alive the weapons were a must. Dropping to knees clawing at the chain as he fought for life. Bloodhusk planting legs on his back to place added force, blood begins to flow as chains start to dig into flesh, as fingers with key in hand struggle. Stabbing as focuse begins to be lost from lack of oxygen. Finally he manages to get the device free, though to late to save himself, the few seconds serve nothing more then to free the alien. Weapons from their scooped up just in time to see the Ultrasapien's advance. Clossed powerful fist slamming into the light weight aliens stomach sending her flying. Blackish blood coughed up specking the grass.

In a puff of crimson mist she crossess the distance, focusing instantly on the superior soldiers. Her physical attacks would do nothing, mental attacks prepared for it was surely a given. Telkenesis and the plasma kataris her only hope. Striking force also a much, each time she phased it would heal wounds. Healing from a skull crushed by a fist that would fall like a sledgehammer wasn't going to happen. Rematerializing before the man her blade scythed into the sapiens chest. The blade making it half way before actually being haulted. Untill this day the kataris she weilded had shown to cut clean through the durability of these beings however could surpass it on a level. Her heart raced in excitment, a foe worthy of her warrior blood. With haste she pulled the weapon free and rammed it into the skull of the other sapien, a ruby blade bursting from the opposite end. The other blade trying to aid Ravek. "You know laws like these are the reason im not fond of you people."

^moved like that <.< but red...with headtails....in a park...against a soldier instead of a cop

(I imagine Lebaue is busy, but perhaps Rated R could be sent their way? Also I loath supermen, but I tried to sell em lol. Some inspiration came from Mystique in Xmen films including the line which is a twist on "you know people like you are the reason I was afraid to go to school as a child." Backstory, Creed had a alien handling association but left before the stuff could be continued in Chicago thread. Story related fact: Covenant is serving as a refugee camp as nobody knows they use force/powers. Fun detail, Nicole Ashcliff is from the Origin blog :D)

@Ult_Azrael: (skimmed it but I'll make sure to read it in depth tomorrow. I'll send someone after ya you can be sure of that :P)

@Quintus_Knightfall: I could say arrested Az went to park, then Az chocked a btch and stabbed some fools. <.< which is fun to write in itself but not so much as what was posted ;P

@Ult_Azrael: See, that I would have read :P

@Quintus_Knightfall: Maybe that can be the Spitfire style of things xP itl be right up your ally to as shes blond rofl

@Ult_Azrael said:

@Quintus_Knightfall: Maybe that can be the Spitfire style of things xP itl be right up your ally to as shes blond rofl

@Amaranth_Strix: @_Strigidae_:

With no received response from the masterful Knightfall heir, the strategical Impero opted against issuing yet another telepathic nudge, instead waiting for his former pupil's eventual response should it ever come. Fortunately, the self-controlled Grandmaster has reached by the experienced Amaranth, requesting that all allies gather at a specific location, one that was readily revealed by communicative message itself. Intent on heading for the Arcani representative's meeting, Ishin waited in composed patience for an anticipated arrival. Arms calmly crossed before his chiseled chest. Soon however, a familiar figure manifested before him, it was that of the knowledgeable Elder Zaraki. "Good you're here. Come with me", Ishin requested, the Original Guru responding with an agreeing nod. "We're going to meet with Amaranth-san", Ishin revealed, "I predicted as much", Zaraki replied. Together, with the collective efforts of their Potaru Amulets, they teleported directly to Amaranth's location, Zaraki standing beside his Grandmaster. "Amaranth-san", they both greeted respectfully prior to issuing a formal greeting nod to Amaranth's unnamed ally.

@Quintus_Knightfall: @TheRumor:

Ashley stood there for a few moments longer as the crazed young man introduced himself to her. “The name’s Ashley Knightfall, I’m from the Land Downunder.” She smiled back at him and gave him a nod, he didn’t seem TOO dangerous or crazy. back to Q. “Well my dear cousin, sadly you are stuck with me till the end. she gave him a smirk. I guess we should stop mucking around in here.” she looked at the two guys, she pushed herself off the wall and began tightening her belt and adjusting her gloves. “It’s going to a bloody long night and hiding in here isn’t going to make the time fly.” She turned off the telly, getting annoyed with the Yanky politics. “Now… the REAL question… what in bloody hell do we do first?”

Department of Meta Affairs - Seattle, WA

The routinely drizzle pours down on Rain City from the overcast, traffic bustles about on the streets as hundreds of metas line up in front of the DMA to be registered.

"Hey, what's the hold up, up there?!"

"This is bullsh**!"

"Hey! What the hell's goin on?!"

Several voices call out to the front of the line where a young teenage boy stands. In a nonchalant manner he swings his head backward with an eyebrow slightly cocked up, briefly glancing at his disgruntled coequals and throws a pair of hands in the air, shrugging, then steps forward and peers into a bullet-proof window booth with his forehead against the lancet. On the other side of the glass a portly middle-aged woman sits comfortably in her chair, casually talking on a corded phone, seemingly oblivious to the boy and the angry crowd behind him. On her computer screen is an open window of solitaire.

"Excuse, ma'am?" the teen states, sliding a backpack strap over one of his shoulders.

"One minute."

His laid back composure momentarily changes to a more stringent demeanor when he places his palms against the glass and lowers his head to the opening in the window. "Lady, we really can't be waiting around for you to take personal calls. It's cold and it's raining out here, we got places to be, jobs --shoot I'm already late for school-- and I'm really not tryna be caught up in an incident involving angry metas, you know? So please, hang it up and let's do this."

The woman replies with a sigh, giving no effort to hide the tone of obvious annoyance in her voice. "Do you have an ID?"

"Yeah," the boy removes his backpack and fumbles through his binder for his lunch card. "Here it is," he reveals, pressing it against the window.

The lady behind he window puts on a set of prescription glasses. "Mhm ... Mkay ..." She responds, entering his ID and school name into the computer. "I'm going to need you to fill out a meta registration sheet. All the starred questions are required and when you get to the field for powers, abilities, skills and training, make sure to write in detail."

Reaching into his binder once more the boy pulls a pen while the woman slides a registration form through the opening in the lancet. He writes ...

Name: Larone Amerigo

Age: 13

Weight: 128 lbs

Height: 5'5''

Affiliation: None

Base of Operations: None

Training:Uhhhh ... P.E. Class? None

Abilities: None

Weapons: None

Powers: My body is extremely compatible with and adaptable to energy. I'm also a lot stronger and faster than my peers. That's all I know.

Would you like to apply for a GSA position?

"Uhhh," Larone started up again at the woman in the booth.

"What can I help you with?" She says, seeming to have changed to a friendlier attitude.

"What's this GSA stuff about?"

"Oh, you fill that part out if you want to work for the government"

Oh whaa? Larone thought to himself. That might come with hella benefits, though ... but Iono, man ... this country's government IS kinda shady ...

After debating with himself for a few moments Larone finally finishes filling out the registration sheet and hands it in, taking another moment to collect his school materials before pushing his way through the crowd in a rush to the City transit bus stop four blocks away where the next bus is expected to arrive in less than a minute.

@SOULution: (hahaha badass pic to kick off your post)

Surreal is against it, but she's not a mutant so it won't effect her.

Callisto is all for it

Chevie is against it... this is going to be fun!

@Surreal SaDiablo said:

Surreal is against it, but she's not a mutant so it won't effect her.

Callisto is all for it

Chevie is against it... this is going to be fun!

If Surreal engages in anything that could be misconstrued as "vigilantism" or "heroics" it will :P

Here's my precursor to joining this,

http://www.comicvine.com/forums/rpg/9/building-a-better-man-second-quarter/743364/#1

Will work on getting involved properly in next 24 hours.

@Mr_LeBeau: A courier drops a letter off at Mr. LeBeau's office.

Mr. LeBeau,

I request to meet you to discuss the terms of my registration, not that I will not register in any case, but I offer so much more than an identity. I offer a particular set of resources and a few creative solutions to those that oppose the Registration. I have parked my retrofitted WWII battleship in the harbor in New York. While it utilizes cloaking systems, I am sure a man of your resources will have no trouble locating it. Meet me at your leisure and we can discuss matters of meta affairs.

The Dreadnought aka Leon Burke (consider that a down payment)

(This thread or New York, just reply so I know which)

@The_Dreadnought: (I'll respond here)

@Quintus_Knightfall said:

@Surreal SaDiablo said:

Surreal is against it, but she's not a mutant so it won't effect her.

Callisto is all for it

Chevie is against it... this is going to be fun!

If Surreal engages in anything that could be misconstrued as "vigilantism" or "heroics" it will :P

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@Surreal SaDiablo:

@Quintus_Knightfall:

(LMAO)

@Surreal SaDiablo: Join us mutants. We'll stand by your side in the fight for your rights.

@Amaranth_Strix:

(I'll stop spamming now)

So I gotta a man in armor equivalent to a tank driving an advanced fighter craft across the United States. Where might he be going hurm? The Capital? The Streets? The less than Urbanized Areas? Does it matter where he is going if he gets shot down? Decisions Decisions.

@Surreal SaDiablo said:

@Amaranth_Strix:

(I'll stop spamming now)

More spam! As long as its in technicolor. xP