Experimentals

The events happened so fast Blaze or Frost had not had time to react. Leah had disappeared Zach had fought the wolfman untill Locks returned and restrained him. Now he had broken free and his regen seemed to have increased his muscle size dramatically.
"He is even capable of this!?"
"Blaze focus, he is loose again and looks like he's headed after the others"
"Right"
In an instant Frost and I charge after him. Frost slides under his arms and slashes his torso with her ice claws, still moving after the fact. I Jets-step around him in a circle sending fireball after fireball at him, If it's anything like last time I'm going to need everything i have

 

He heard muffled voices and everything he saw was blurred beyond belief. He needed sleep. He drifted into slumber.
"Your weak you lost to the labs."
"I'm coming back Jet."
"No you failed us I'm done with you."
"Why did you leave."
"I needed to find help so I can save you."
"You took too long now were probably dead."
The dream changed. No longer was he just seeing their faces but he was walking along side them. He was confused was everything that had happened when they were captured been a dream?
"Hey Locks where are we going?"
"I don't know."
Just as he said that the doctor appeared in front of them as if out of thin air.
"You've lost them they're ours now."
"Give them back!"
"Never"
He looked to his right and left to see that Jess and Jet were slowly walking towards the doctor.
"Jet!"
He didn't respond.
"Jess!"
She continued to walk.
"Jess!"
He now had tears in his eyes.
"JESS COME BACK!"
He looked to his sides again he was sitting up and Zach and Leah were sitting next to him. He must of been dreaming. And judging by the looks on their faces he was talking in his sleep.

 

He let out a bellow, trying to grab Frost - but she was far too fast.
So, when she slid past, his instincts told him to change targets but Blaze was no slower.
Keening in frustration, he opened his mouth and started snapping at the air, chasing blindly after Blaze hoping for a mouthful of leg.

 

Shit, this isn't good! I pull my leg closer to me and avoid having it bit into but this had killed my momentum, his next luge would hit me, unless..... let's hope the same trick works twice. I put my hand directly infront of the beast face and *FLASH* he recoils back from the bright light so close to his eyes, just like back at the labs.
"Can't bite what you can see can you?"
"Enough Idiot now hold still.."
As frost says this she slides into me and use me as a spring board to launch herself into the air. While in the air something was forming above her head, it almost looked like... an iceberg? About the time i figured it out it came crashing down along with Frost after the wolfman.

 

Meanwhile back at the city... (OOC- Watching Wolfman tormant you guys is highly amusing)

Now this is more like it
The club had an aged feel to it. It has seen it's fair share of customers but it was sturdy, not worn down. Leonard didn't like the sleek brand new establishments. To be a respectable club owner, your place must show that it has survived the test of time. People were dancing on the dance floor at the center of the room. The neon lights in sync with the music. Well except for one that seemed to burn out.
Well almost survived the test of time

An attractive waitress went to the table where Leonard and Slasher were sitting. "Welcome to Pure, would you like to sample one of our specialty cocktails?"
"Scotch please. It's been a long week." Leonard looked at Slasher. "Is that fine or do you want something else?"
Slasher only shrugged. "We need to get to work"
Leonard let's out a sigh and whispers too loudly to the waitress "Better keep them coming. This guy is more of a wreak then I am!" The waitress smiled softly and went to get their drinks.

"What are you doing? This isn't work."
"Just be patient and watch"

The waitress returned with their drinks. "Is there anything else you need? We have a large selection of appetizers"
"Those wings look pretty good. Some information about the local area would be nice as well."
"Oh so you are new to the city? I figured, you don't look like our regular customers. Let me get your wings first" The lady left, then momentarily returned with a sky high basket of wings.
"So what is it you want to know? Kras City is pretty easy to get lost in so I don't blame you for feeling overwhelmed"
"Well..." If you were trying to hide, who would you go to? Where would you take shelter? Zenma says Shape shifter can't leave this area. Shape shifter needs to eat and sleep. He needs a place where no one would reveal who he is.
"Is there a church nearby?"
The sultry waitress looks surprised. Obviously not a question she was accustomed to answering.
"Um, there used to be a small chapel nearby from here." The lady thought for a moment.
"It's not in use anymore. I think it was converted into some kind of shelter"

Leonard let a smile show on his face
"Tell me about this chapel"

 

(OOC- I'm working for the labs now. I'm not looking for the other role players however. Yet.)

The chapel was on the western side of the power plant, close to the industrial area. This part of town was still in the vicinity of where Zenma says the shape shifter could be. Leonard felt very uncomfortable around this part of town. The downtrodden and the homeless could be seen hiding in the alleyways.
Disgusting. Why do I have to do this? This is so beneath me

Not for the first time Leonard wondered why he was doing these assignments for the doctor.
He's the only lead I have. Besides, finding other experiments may help me understand what the hell is going on
It was the safest option he decided. Working for the labs was staining his soul but Leonard decided it was really no different then the dirty business he had to undertake as a footman for PlasmiumTech.
Like old times. I forgotten how exciting this was
Leonard knew this was dirty work.
The end justifies the means father would always say

Zenma's orders were clear. Shape shifter was conditioned to hide from everyone but his lab personal. "His" lab personal are dead in that accident.
This won't end well. I need to extract as much memories from him as possible


"Boss, that's the place" Slasher pointed at the building across the street. "Do you really think he would hide in such a building?"
"I have no idea" replies Leonard "It's as good as place as any to hide though. Maybe these vagrants know of some oddities around this area."
Great, I have to touch these wastrels
Leonard tried to open the door but it was locked tight.
"Hmm. I should have foreseen that, maybe I'll go back to the hotel and-"
Slasher whipped his hands out at incredible speeds and chopped the door into pieces
"The obstacle is clear boss"
What the hell are we?

Leonard took a look inside

 

Since it seemed that no one was after them for the time, Zach decided he needed to sleep. With his abilities drained, and he was also physically exhausted, he lay down on the floor, and drifted off into unconscious.


OOT: The dream will have a character that comes in later on, and this will also do some explaining of why Zach was experimented on.

The familiar white walls. All the machines were beeping, keeping track of his vital signs. Zach was in the experimentation room, although he wasn’t hooked up to anything. His right arm was all metal, and he saw people outside the room talking. “So, you have managed to find out some of the truth behind the experiments.” Zach looked over and saw the man that helped him escape from the lab. “I know some of the reason, but there has to be more behind this.” Zach said. “Indeed, and the reason why you were chosen is because of the work you were doing. Your professors worked for this company, and they did not want to be shown up by a student. So they gladly accepted the offer of turning you over, and they stole your work. But that actually paved the way for your ability. Speaking of, your bio-morph will return much stronger, but with it, the hunters you will face will be even stronger as well. Your main objective should be to find out the truth behind the city, as well as helping Leah with her abilities.” The dream faded, and Zach opened his eyes

Zach sat back up, and noticed Locks and Leah were standing and walking around the warehouse.

“Well, I think our next move is to get back to base, and see what the others are planning. I’m also going to find out where a lot of the information on the city is kept, and get as much info on the city as I can.”

 

"Ok."
He looked at the door.
"I need to talk to Echo."
Locks looked at them both.
"And one question. When i was alseep was I..... talking. And if I was how much did you hear."

 

The room was full of people. Most were laying down or sitting with their heads down. Some had the look of fear in their eyes. A man in brown clothing was standing in the middle of the room.
"Please sir don't hurt us, you won't find anything of value here" The man was obviously spooked about the loud entrance.
Great he thinks we're looters
"My apologies sir, we were tracking down a suspect and thought this was the place they were hiding out" The lie came easily.
Probably has a semblance of truth, low class wastrels like these probably steal for a living

Leonard and Slasher walked up to the man. "If you don't mind I would like to question some of these beggars...um I mean residents."
The man looked skeptically at the pair. "Are you the authorities? It's strange that they have chosen now to care what happens on this part of town"

It was now when Leonard realized how out of place he and Slasher must have looked. Him with his tailored black suit and Slasher with his cowboy vest.
"We are private detectives. My client from the Lucky Seven hotel has charged me with finding a missing passcard from the hotel basement. It's very important he finds it since he left a very hungry exotic creature in there. He thinks one of his former employees may have taken it."
This is too easy
Leonard made a quick scan of the people around the room but no one stirred.
A valiant effort to no avail. Time to do this the new way

"I'm sorry sir" the man was saying. "I don't know anyone who would have anything to do with that place you speak of."
"Then do you mind if I question them?"
"Do what you wish. We want no trouble with you"

Leonard nods at Slasher who nods back.
Time to get to work

 

Locks couldn't sleep. Every time he tried he was hit with the same horrible nightmare. He just sat near the door propping himself up on the wall.
"You guys get some rest I'll keep watch."
He could hear crashing from the still ongoing fight.
"Don't worry, I'm coming for you."
He examined himself. Leah had patched him up well enough but he was in no condition for a fight. If the wolf man did come in here he would be nothing but a distraction that would be later turned into puppy chow.
He looked out a small hole in the wall and saw nothing but the black night.

 

The ice pressed bone against skin to the point of rupture, reducing him to a bloody smear with little white specks of broken bone and an eyeball floating on the red puddle, rolling out from under the frozen slab and gently resting against a nearby crate.
A moment later however, as though watching a horror movie in reverse, the eye started to twitch. Then little veins sprouted from behind the eye. Bone started forming from nowhere, sprouting like fast-forwarded footage of a growing bamboo tree. Flesh and organs, guts and ligaments and tendons and muscles seemed to erupt out of the wildly staring eye until in less than forty seconds he was slouched, moaning, and fully restored. His muscles, however, had not kept their freakish proportions, and his skin was no longer drenched in blood. He less resembled some hulking monster now, more some slender ghostly wraith.
He lurched towards them again, again targeting Blaze - Frost was too cold, he didn't like frozen food.

 

OOT: Hey, guys! Long time no see. Sorry I haven't posted in what probably seems like forever, I've been kinda busy and I've had a serious case of writer's block when it comes to this RP. I haven't completely sorted it out yet, but I'm gonna at least try to get back into it.


A lone figure crawled out of the wreckage of the downed helicopter. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, he just wanted to go...away. As far away as he could from whoever that man was. Sadly, he didn't make it too far before a helmeted figure in a strange suit of what looked like body armor loomed over him, pistol in hand. The man looked up in horror, his injured body unable to make any effort to defend himself.
"How...how did you...?"

The figure removed his helmet, revealing himself to be none other than Claus. He did so in order to ask the man what was on his mind.
"How did I swat that annoying fly that you called a helicopter? Well, that is a complicated story. One that I don't think you need to be told. Instead, I'd like you to answer my question. Which way did the latest group of escapees go?"

The helicopter pilot sneered at him and chuckled weakly.
"Hah...if you're gonna be that way...then why should I feel the need to tell you anything?"

Claus raised an eyebrow.
"Fair enough. Then would you mind if I just went ahead and took a guess?"
He leaned in closer to the man with a smirk on his face.
"I don't suppose they went...north, did they? Hmm?"

The pilot's eyes went wide.
"No way...how...did you know?

Claus stood up straight and laughed.
"Well, after digging through a few more computers, I managed to get some basic information on this city's layout. Then I asked myself, "which direction would I have taken if I had just escaped this place in a hurry?" But of course, all of that was just guesswork. So really, the only way to be sure was to ask you to confirm it-- after all, even if it was just a guess, I still had a one in four chance of being right. Thanks to your ever-so-helpful reaction just now, I know that I'm on the right track."
He then pointed his gun at the man's head.
"I guess I could answer your question now, since that seems to be your last request. You really should have recognized that missile launcher I used. After all, it was one of yours."
Just as the man's face began to contort in rage, Claus pulled the trigger, ending his life. What he said was mostly true, he did use one of their own missile launchers to bring down the helicopter. Or, more accurately, he used a copy of one that he saw. As he continued to wander around the base for quite a while gathering as much information as he could, he made some very helpful discoveries along the way. One of those discoveries was that he could learn an item's composition by having direct contact with it; a useful by-product of being able to manipulate and transform materials. As he began to transmute it, he would learn every last detail of how it was made, allowing him to create a replica of the item. This aspect of his ability was extremely useful when he raided one of the armories in the lab, which was where he acquired the "specifications" for the missile launcher, pistol and advanced body armor that he was using now. This meant that he could create these items when he needed them and transmute them into something easier to carry when he didn't. The only drawback was that creating and manipulating such detailed, intricate objects was more draining on his power than something much simpler in design. So for now, he kept them as they were and started heading north.

"Supposedly, they went this way...I can only hope that they haven't gone too far in a different direction."
He let out a heavy sigh.
"One way or another, I need to find that girl with the ability to create black holes; that takes priority over anything else. With that level of power, she will either be a tremendously powerful ally or a devastatingly powerful enemy. I would prefer the former."
Muttering to himself, he wandered around the town, looking carefully for any sign of his fellow escapees.

 

(OOC-Welcome back Dungeon Master! I'm sure Miss Elegent Serenity will fill you in. The escapees are still in survival mode, sometimes they have to fend off Wolfman. I opted to join the labs and have been stationed in the city.)

The people of the shelter were of a mindset completely different then what Leonard predicted. He thought he would be spending his day here reading memories of how the latest heist went, or how a purse was snatched at the most opportune time.
Instead what Leonard saw was the same sad story of the neglect and treatment that has been bestowed on these people. Sure some of them weren't exactly the brightest of the bunch (some didn't even finish high school), but almost all of them were treated like they had the plague. Their only crime not having enough money. It was made even more profound on how these people have resigned themselves to their fate. They have lost all hope, no one willing to go the extra mile.
It's this power. This is all from their point of view, not necessarily an unbiased opinion
Still Leonard couldn't help but feel anxious.
This isn't going anywhere, I need a clue of the present not the past!

Leonard went to a cowering man in the corner of the room. This one seemed terrified ever since he entered. Maybe even before that.
"Excuse me, mind if I check your pulse?" It seemed touching areas where the blood flows made it easier to concentrate on specific memory threads. Not enough testing was done to figure out exactly why, the doctor mostly let Leonard figure it out himself.

The man's mind was a cluttered mess.
Great another one
The man was on a serious drug trip and in no condition to hold a conversation.
Wait...what the hell?
It was a dark alleyway, not all that far from the shelter. A man with aged weathered skin was peeling strips out of some kind of rag. No...wait...that's a person! He just ripped the skin off his forearm and ate it! Oh my god I got to get out of here! Oh shit! :CRASH: I ran into the side of the garbage container, the heavy boxes tumbled on top of me and crushed me beneath it's weight. I heard a cat screech and scurry away. What a relief, It looks like that weird man thought the cat caused the commotion. Oh god he's eating another strip! I can't move he'll see me for sure! Oh god! His skin is changing color, like some kind of lizard of something. RIP. SLURP. He's skinning him raw! I started crying, please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me....SLURP.....

Leonard forced himself out of the man's mind
Son of bitch what the hell was that!? The illusions of his drugged mind or...
"Slasher"
"Yeah boss?"
Leonard was still shaken up from the memory
"We're going outside, I want to see the alleyway out in the back"
They left the man sobbing on the floor.

 

"Got him" Frost said as the boulder of ice crashed directly into the wolfman. The impact destroyed him, all we found was a bloody mess and an eye. Back at the labs it took everything i had to just stop him but Frost she just..... wait what's going on? Something horrible happened, the eye it seemed like is was forming something.... a new body!
"Shit, it's just like back at the labs! He just regens as if nothing happened"
"Hm damn thing"
The wolfman had return to his original size and charge at me once again
"You are persistent aren't you?"
I dodge while sending fireballs at him. Shit at this rate he will just regen till i have hit my limit. Got to think, maybe I'm going about this wrong, instead of a single high damage attack what if i had a low long lasting effect? A firestream would work but can i even make one? One way to find out, but i do admit he's made me use my powers more than anyone has, hell half my powers came from using them on him. I bring both hands forward and two jets of flame shoot out burning the wolf. He still charges me despite being on fire.
"I've had enough of this....I'm finishing you now"

I look over to Frost and the air around her as chilled dramatically as the areas temperature drop around us. Frost eyes have gone from a iceblue to a deep purple....a purple i had once seen before.... the 2nd stage power. She uses her claws to make small cuts on her own arms, the cuts let a small amount of blood flow out. Despite it being a small amount her claws change to a crimson color, she sends out a ice spike from each of her claws into the ground. These crimson spikes stick in the ground then start to gather and freeze the air, they are forming something. Suddenly they all took shape, the shape of a human, the shape of a woman, they all look exactly like Frost expect colored crimson.
"It's about" "Time we" "Finished you" Off. Don't you think" "Blaze?" They all spoke, spoke in Frost's voice. While speaking they also changed color From the crimson to flesh, the looked exactly like Frost. Ten of them to be exactly Ten things that looked like Frost, when you added in Frost her self and me the odds became 12 v 1

The Eleven 'Frosts' charged in at once, all cutting slashing and dodging the wolfman. He was under a constant attack from all sides, i could barely keep track off their movements as each one flowed into the next. I hesitated join in for fear of hitting one of the doubles and revealing the real Frost but the wolfman just snapped at them. He finally caught an arm but when he did it shattered like ice. The Frost he had bite was one of the doubles and shortly after the attack her arm was back as if nothing happened. After seeing this i realized so long as Frost herself doesn't get in the way could fire freely. I jumped into the figth landing fireballs or streams at openings i saw: mouth open to bite one of the Frosts, Attack from behind on his legs, direct assaults while he is busy with the Frosts. Frost and I continued attacking, if we weren't going to kill it we would at least show enough tenacity to drive the beast away.

MEANWHILE

Dr. Edward Richard Toufin sat back at a certain labs pouring of footage of the fight and all that has gone on in the past several days.
"Ah so the boy has meet up with the group of bandits eh. Should be quite interesting, especially those two..."
He said looking at the footage of the current fight
"Everyone always theorized Project Crin's power would always beat Project Gama's, after all Crin's multiplicative power will beat out Gama's Life steal but only barely. No one ever though what would happen if they worked together, opposite yet the same: Each others weakens is their own strength.... And then there is Project Loop, such vitality in that one but too much instinct... I'll have to see if we can get that regen from Project Loop and implement it into our programs"
As the Doctor then changed video to a photograph taken earlier of a man an woman on a boat talking, both had Dynamic eyes....

 

It was still light out, the sun was beginning to set. Leonard found the alleyway near the back and told Slasher to keep his eyes open.
There was nothing here. The container was empty and no sign of human remains could be found.
That's impossible, no one could hide evidence of that so easily

Leonard thought that maybe the trail has gone cold. It was possible the memory was too old to be of use. It was possible the man was a lunatic.
DAMN! I have gotten no where with this!
Leonard bent down to where the skinned body used to be and put his right palm on the dirt. It was a difficult feeling to explain. Although no one was here it felt to Leonard that this place has left an imprint of it's former occupants. It was as if the very ground itself had a memory, the area has been used multiple times before.

Leonard closed his eyes and felt a rush of power from his right arm.
There was...a fight. Blood has been spilled. A bone crunching sound.
Leonard willed the feelings into images, the memories of this place fighting against the current that rushed from him
Heavy man, feet left imprints on the muddy soil,....
Leonard felt as if a ton of bricks fell down on him
Fell hard on ground, attacked by... thing. Loud crash hits the floor. Sounds of tearing. Weight of thing increases, becomes face of fallen man. Fat thing tries to fit in nearby sewer duct. Gives up and goes away...

"Boss! Boss! Are you alright? Snap out of it!" Slasher was shaking Leonard who was laying prone on the ground.
"Huh what? What happened?"
"I don't know boss, you been like that for almost an hour"

An hour has passed? The sun was over the horizon. It was getting pretty dark.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine thank you. I think I learned something"
"Huh?" for once the usually stoic Slasher looked confused
"It seems my ability has a few tricks up it's sleeve. We're heading back to the hotel to inform the doctor. I'll need the lab's resources to find the citie's sewer map for any manhole large enough to fit an overweight person."
"Now why do you want to know that?" Slasher asks
"Because I think I may have found our suspect. Also..."
Leonard patted down the front of his suit, it got muddy in the ground
"I need a change of clothes"

(OOC- Leonard has fine tuned his ability even further. Any area where blood has been spilled can be picked up with his ability. Much as how a trained hound can sniff out clues, Leonard does so with the keen mind of a human being. I'll update the character bio. I'll be at the hotel and might react to any nearby role players)

New bio. If someone would be so kind to update the op

Spoiler

Name: Leonard Batista
Gender:Male
Age:28
Experimental change: Ability
Backstory: Son of the president of PlasmiumTech Corporation and likely heir. Was making great progress in a special project for the corporation when he was betrayed by his secretary and R&D team on false charges. Standing in a room full of private security personal, his last memories were the cold words of his father "Do what you want with him, he's no son of mine"
Special abilities: Can read small threads of memories of another person. Capacity of the human mind limits the ability to picking single threads at a time. Requires constant contact with Leonard's right hand.
Recent practice has allowed Leonard to pick up memories of areas where blood has been spilled. Much like a hound that has been trained, Leonard can do so with the keen mind of a human being.
Strength/ weaknesses:
PROS- Incredibly smart, capable of using his ability in it's most efficient uses. Was the former head of the R&D team of PlasmiumTech. Rich upbringing has groomed him to the daily affairs of the rich and powerful.
CONS- Inconsiderate to those who are in need. His elite and wealthy background has earned him the ire of peers. His arrogant and over inflated view of himself has worsened over the years and only served to make enemies. Has a very poor choice of friends and is generally an unhappy person. His power requires constant contact and can take time to filter out distracting memories. More so if the only thing left is blood. Somewhat normal stature, not really combative

 

His mind lacked the sufficient cognitive functions to even grasp the concept of surrender, retreat, anything that involved moving away from the succulent beckoning meat.
In some situations this would be a benefit. After all, the idea of a creature that will not and can not stop coming is a dream come true for military investors or horror movie fans.
In THIS situation, however, where all that awaited him was a relentless, obscenely one-sided beat-down, he effectively was a punching bag. Had they been using guns, they would have run out of bullets. Weapons would have broken. However, they were not using weapons.
So as a result, despite his groans, flailing arms and gnashing teeth, he was currently getting pummeled. He would continue getting pummeled until Blaze and Frost either tired, got bored, or found something to do with him.

 

He heard thrashing then shattering followed by more growls. There fight was dragging on, For the wolf to take on both of them he must be a fierce opponent. His whole body was in pain. Every scratch and wound ached. He had sustained a lot of damage not only from his skirmishes with Jets gang, frost, and Jet again in the labs, but just getting himself here from the labs had taken every ounce of will he could muster. He had swam such a long distance and had to force himself to crawl across rocky dirt. He turned a small pipe into chain and began to play with it. It danced in his hand wrapped around his armed and slithered across the ground. His power could be countered too easily. Blaze could melt anything he made. Atlas could destroy it. Frost could freeze and break it. He needed to get stronger. He looked at the chain and it sharpened like a dagger and flew across the room an fast as a bullet piercing the wall in the back of the factory.
"Sweet."
This wouldn't be very effective against any of the people he had thought of before but this was proof he could continue training and develop new ways to use his ability. He could keep getting stronger and he could save Jess and Jet.

 

OOT: Thanks for the welcome, Doomguy. I'm still not completely up to speed on what's going on, so I'm just gonna bamf near where the action is going on and hope for the best.


Claus continued to wander the city aimlessly, becoming more frustrated by the moment as his search seemed to be in vain. But just then, as he was wandering through a dark alleyway, he heard loud noises nearby. He also noticed the smell of smoke in the air, even though the temperature seemed unusually cool. The most logical assumption came to him immediately.
"They're close."
He moved around carefully, trying to find the source of the noise. What he ended up finding was a very strange sight, to be sure. It looked like a group of people attacking a feral, almost wolf-like man. The wolf-man was obviously losing this fight, but something odd happened every time he was injured.
"His injuries are healing at an incredible rate. He must be one of the "Experimentals" as well."
Thinking this to himself, he readied his rifle but decided to stay concealed for the moment. Since the group of people-- who he now noticed looked very similar to each other, as if most of them were the same person-- seemed to have the situation well in hand, he decided to simply observe them for now. Since they were occupied with the fight, he made the reasonable assumption that they probably wouldn't notice him.