Extraordinary Regularity

Maisie slipped her hand out, and held both of them behind her head, making sure to tighten her neckerchief. "I suppose so. " A big nature park? It had been so long since she'd been to one. It was like a fake forest. Little did she know, it was just a shitty park, with probably a slide and maybe swings.

 

Name: Hema
Sex: Female
Innate Abilities: Blood manipulation; Weapons, attacks, improved generation, tearing the blood out of an opponents body. Retroactive Immortality; You kill her, she regenerates completely.
Artificial Ability: Temporary sense improvement via chemicals. Highly addictive with nearly fatal withdrawal symptoms. The "Crash" from these drugs can render the user extremely fatigued to the point of collapse, instant unconscious or death. (Think Fallout 3 chems that improve SPECIAL stats)


She stood alone on the abandoned road staring down the line of flickering streetlights at the orange bubble of city lights in the distant. The asphalt was cool and smooth against her bare feet. A gentle breeze blew, tossing her hair and gently billowing the hem of her white dress. If a motorist came down the stretch of highway, she'd probably look like a ghost, she thought to herself with amusement. Up until the impact. It was a pleasant late summer night. Stars twinkled from their faraway places and there was no moon to add light to the dark scenery around her. It didn't matter much though as she stood patiently waiting.

The warm air seemed to stick to her and enclose her within its embrace. She ignored the slight feeling of suffocation and focused instead on the familiar sounds of the countryside at night. There was however, one inconsistency. The crackling of flames and the sirens slowly growling louder. A few moments ago a deafening explosion destroyed the serenity of the area as the main gas pipeline was punctured and ignited. The blast covered two miles, knocking down trees and straight up killing wildlife. The small rural family had never even awoken, their animals and plants and structures were nothing but charred ruins. It was a nice night.

Hema strolled casually towards her destination six miles outside of the city limits. Pollenraft Asylum stood on its own in a large clearing. The monstrous building stood 7 stories tall and covered ten acres of land with what appeared to be renovated Gothic architecture. The place looked like a modern castle missing only the moat and drawbridge. A river ran along the back of the property just outside of the fenced outside area where the eligible residents could go outside. Pollenraft was no ordinary asylum, however. It was built special for housing those with special abilities. This then required the hiring of super powered security personnel. The rent a cops and failed mercs of society trying to do the right thing without hurting any of the Normal Populace. The place was a prison for those locked up inside and the ones guarding the patients. The onsite barracks for the guards was an easy give away.

Hema lifted her dress, underneath was a mesh bodysuit that held a crazy array of belts and bandoleers and pouches. She withdrew a pair of auto-injector syringes and read the labels.

Crystal Clear
Too Faded to Read
DUR 30m
EFF Perc+

Nodding to herself, Hema stabbed one injector into her thigh feeling the needle puncture her skin. Dropping the empty plastic onto the ground she popped the cap off of the second syringe and injected that dose as well. As everything around her came into perfect focus time slowed just by a second or two to her drug en-wrapped mind. Reaching under her dress once more, she removed a block of clay with a cord wrapped around it. She moved down the hill as quickly as she could. Getting inside the compound took only long enough for her to locate a female guard. The woman's clothes fit loosely on her lithe form, but it would pass a cursory inspection. Walking into the facility she made her way to the proper group of rooms. With a smile on her face she pressed the block against the cinder block wall then casually walked away. Taking a small device reminiscent of a key FOB for a car out of her pocket, she pressed the single button and reveled in the blast that deafened her. Rushing back around the corner into the hallway she came to the ragged hole in the wall.
"All right you mugs! We got 30 minutes to get out of here. So let's get your shitty asses moving already!"

 

Name: Jessic
Gender: Male
Powers: Necromancy and Organic Manipulation
Age: Approx (apparently) 16
Bio: A ageless witch who got into their magic rather quickly, rather unusually he's male, and even refers to himself as a witch. Rivalries have risen between him and the other witch Maisie. It's friendly.. at least friendly mocking when ever he talks. Despite his confidence he is easily hurt by words of discouragement, or even mocking of his own magic being very prone to tears.. and maybe a little anger too.

Flappng wings and then touch down. Where did this kid come from? A smirk crossed his face as he looked at Maisie. "Been a while!" He chirped happily, his teeth a bit long, his fingers a bit sharp. Then he noticed the others. "Hey, you trying to cover your weaknesses by getting other people? Not fair at all but I guess befitting a witch like you!"

 

Maisie flicked her nose a bit, tilting her witch hat. "No. I'm spending time with an old friend." She smiled, taking a wee stretch. "I haven't seen you around for a long time either, laddy. What have you been doing?" Well, at least he knew to use the right title. She looked over at Riley... He wouldn't mind, surely.

 

"Well well well.... Who do we have here." A grin formed on Riley's face. "Is this your boyfriend Maisie? Hohoho." Obviously poking fun at Maisie. "But yeah.. I'm totally her bodyguard." Riley flexed their mechanical limbs. They put both arms onto Maisie's shoulders. "So who is this really, Maisie? Are you keeping secrets from me? You know how I don't like secrets."

 

Maisie sort of felt surrounded. "That's my laugh! And no. No he isn't." She folded her arms and closed her eyes. This was something that was very strange. "Well, I suppose you two should introduce yourselves, since you seem to be very much in the mood for talking." She tipped up the rim of her hat.

 

Jessic looked over Riley, his gaze disproving. "What do you see in this guy?" He asked Maisie, before turning to Riley. "I'm a fellow witch, much like her, but my magics are way better." He seemed rather confident of this. The wings he made receded into his back, bone and flesh vanishing just like that.

 

She was very confused. "What do you mean? I can make friends. We're allowed to, you know..." She must have went to witch school with this guy. If that was a thing. Why knows. "You can brag about your magic all you want." She wasn't really that bothered. There was no proof of anything, really. It didn't matter.

 

"I'm Riley, Ex-mercenary. Lost my limbs in an explosion." They rubbed their arm, the tone in their voice changing. "Got abandoned by my squad and left to die until Maisie found me. She helped me get my limbs fixed. After a few months I decided to drop the whole mercenary thing and went to a local Monastery to train as a monk and martial artist." They sighed, Obviously growing uncomfortable. "Let's move onto something else... I'd rather not remember the days before the Monastery."

 

"Should've brought them to me. I can fix stuff like that.." The witch said, grinning as he rubbed his hair, it grew kind of longer. "Eh. Maisie, when did you do this? You managing to save a life is astonishing!"

 

She pondered a bit... "What was it... Well. I'd say thirty... Twenty five?... I'd say around that many years ago. I'm not heartless, you know." She smiled. "It's not very easy to get into contact with you, you know. There used to be witch hunts and that, remember?" There probably still was, it just wasn't as common now. No where near.

 

Matthew blinked as the stranger displayed supreme levels of ungodly power.
"Well... this day is just getting weirder and weirder."
Then he threw himself between Kitty and the robot, making sure it couldn't crush her.
"Kitty, get back!"
A second later, the robot fizzled and sparked, then turned and punched its partner so hard it flew out of a window. Its speakers grated. "WE FOUND HIM DADDY, WE FOUND HIM!"
"Great!" Matthew whirled. "LOGAN! IT'S TIME TO BAIL!"

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"The year," Bravado said delicately, "is 2015. You've been dead for centuries."

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Most of the inmates were honestly insane, terrified of the outside world, and would much rather spend their time indulging themselves than run. A few, however, took Hema's offer - some by force.
The first out of the smoke was a long lanky man with gangly limbs and greasy black hair, beady eyes looking left and right suspiciously. When he was satisfied all was well, he gave Hema a sickly smile.
"Thanks, luv." He turned and called back. "Nom! Sistine! Get the two freaks and bring them out here with us."
Four people emerged from the jagged hole in the wall, two of them dragging, the other two dragged. One seemed to be unconscious, the other seemed to be struggling furiously, begging piteously to be let go. The two doing the dragging ignored her.
One of them, a tall bulky man with a fat face, had a mouth that didn't stop on his cheeks. His teeth visibly ran down his jawline to his neck, disappearing into the collar of his asylum uniform. He licked his lips with a tongue the size of an arm as he looked at the woman he was dragging.
"Can I eat this one, Rid? I promise I won't make a mess..."
The other energetic one, a woman too, laughed at the state her fellow female was in, mocking her reluctance. This woman was covered, head to foot, in tattoos. She may have been beautiful once, but there was so much body art on her you could hardly tell what she looked like now.
"Pathetic. I thought you loved freedom!"
"N-not... not with people..." the woman sobbed. "Not... I don't... don't let me hurt people..."
The last man was unconscious, and he looked completely ordinary. An average joe, someone you wouldn't notice if you passed him on the street. He looked highly normal, especially when compared to his strange captors. Nom dumped the woman at Rid's feet and bowed to Hema.
"Hello there, ma'am. You look mighty tasty this evening..." he slobbered somehow politely. Sistine tossed her hair and looked Hema up and down. "That outfit needs some work, darling. Just as a fashion tip."
As Nom picked up the woman again, Rid turned to the unconscious man. "Loyal soldier."
The man immediately leapt to his feet and snapped off a perfect salute. "P. R reporting for duty, sir!"
"Follow us, we're breaking out of this dump."
"Sir yes sir!" P. R. turned and immediately took up position behind some rubble, checking for any enemy troops.
"Let me go..." the woman begged. "Let me go back inside..."
"State, shut up or I will make you," Rid said viciously and the woman collapsed into sobbing. She looked like she'd just come out of a forest - her clothes were in tatters and her face was streaked with dirt and blood. "P-please..." she managed, before Rid kicked her hard in the side of the head. "Now let's get out of here before the Exceptioneers show up."

 

The building that Seth called home was what could only be described as a fortified palace. He had initially had the massive building constructed in the late 1800s to house him, his retainers and his existence's work, and had since then made numerous changes and enhancement. Thick outer walls of stone and steel, giant subterranean bunkers that currently stored most of his work, a servant's wing that would have made luxury condos look like tenement buildings, the best security money could buy, as well as the best security it couldn't and a colossal tower that currently acted as his living quarters and where he spent most of his days.
As Seth's car pulled into the grounds and up the long drive, he chuckled to himself. "This place could really do with an obelisk. Something to remind me of the old country."
The vehicle stopped at entrance of the main building, long enough for Seth to disembark. Standing at a respectful distance from him was an aged man in a traditional butler's garb. He was patriarch of the family Seth had brought in generations ago to be the steward of his estate between incarnations. Ironically, his family name was Steward.
"Good evening, sir. I take it your business concluded without incident?"
"Not quite, my dear Steward. Some pretty criminal attempted to take off with my property after the transaction had completed. But all was settled to the mutual understanding of both parties."
Steward bowed. "Very good, sir. Shall I have the tome transferred to your library?"
Seth placed the book into the old man's hand. "That would be the best course of action, yes. Also, would you be kind enough to get into contact with my old acquaintances?" He looked wistfully up at the sky, "I've been far too reclusive in this life."
Steward gave a brief bow, before turning to return to building, the master of the house following behind.

 

Well I can't say this is what I expected when I agreed to this job...
Then again, she really hadn't thought about the people she had been sent to free. She took the job, devised a plan then acted on it. And now here she was looking at the five of them. The first guy had the look of a mobster and his weaselly face made him seem shifty. The second man with his huge maw unsettled her, whether it was a good unsettled or a bad she couldn't' decide on right now. The woman was going to be trouble. Her attitude reeked of "my way or not at all." The other one was deeply troubled, afraid of hurting others. A legitimate claim, but better than being zombitized. And the final part of the motley crew, was a mindless drone. Honestly, that one disturbed Hema the most.
Two men in guard uniforms came running. One's hands were emitting flames while the other had undergone some kind of molecular change and seemed more beast than man.
"Stay right there! Don't move!" The Pyrocaster shouted. His beastly counterpart simply growled.
The two of them came to stand beside Hema. Bending down, she took a chunk of rock and stabbed herself with it. Blood oozed out into a liquid tendril that split into two parts.
"Now, just turn around slowly." Hema said calmly. "We don't need to use violence if we don't need to."
The human guard's hands burned brighter and the beast man took a step forward.
"No, we certainly wouldn't want that." The guard said. His eyes showed a fervor of imminent blood lust. He'd clearly spent too many boring days on the routine schedule. He turned to his comrades, looking for an approving nod or look. Instead his saw his friend with a dark red blade sticking out of his chest. The tendril cut upward and the guard's body fell to the ground then flopped open like a banana peel. His organs spread out with the pool of blood on the buckled floor.
"What are you-?" He began as the blood shot forward whipping him across his face. He recovered just in time to dodge the second blow. Unfortunately for him the blood morphed itself into a sickle and decapitated him on the return.
"Let's go." Hema said as the blood tendrils receded back inside of her flesh. Turning on her heel she bounded down the corridor towards the exit. It took a few moments, but the group came running after her. As they made their way through the facility, she used her blood to coup de grace any staff unlucky enough to stand before her.
How much longer? How much longer do I have? She wondered as they were getting closer. She could feel the chemical in her blood fading away. I can't just keel over here!
She erupted into the moonless night and sped for the river. Her blood cut a rough door sized hole in the fencing and she didn't even stop as she dove through it. Splashing across the river she slipped into the forest, realizing that she'd stopped paying attention to her charges. She turned back, curses flowing off her tongue and a slow pounding beginning in her head.

 

More guards piled in behind them, but by the time it got to blows Rid had found a key on the fallen guards and deactivated their restricting collars. As the clunky machinery fell to the ground, Rid straightened up, cricking his back.
"Ah... that feels good. Alright, let's get smacking."
A guard with spikes coming out of his skin came at him from the right, and Rid lashed out with his fist without looking at his target. There was what seemed to be a heat haze surrounding it, and the guard's body simply vanished before he even touched it. The haze rubbed him out, blood and all, and the guard crumpled lifeless to the floor, most of his internal organs just... gone. "Sorry, mate," Rid apologized. "Not exactly someone you want a tussle with."
Sistine gave a slightly wild laugh as she struck out at her former captors. One managed to grab her arm and she glared at him. "Unhand me, you brute!" She grabbed his wrist and with a slowly gargled shriek her unfortunate victim was suddenly flattened, reduced to an existence in the 2nd dimension on a nearby chunk of wall. Sistine tapped her chin in thought, studying her work as the trapped guard visibly struggled against his new prison. "One of my uglier works, I'm afraid."
Nom was relishing the combat, tearing off his shirt to reveal that the edges of his mouth spread even past his waist. His lower jaw along with the front part of his body fell down almost completely from the upper half, and he was suddenly an impossibly large mouth with a tongue the size of a tow cable. "I'M SO HUNGRY!" he roared as his tongue snatched up two guards who were then very messily... crunched. The other guards tried to rush him, but he whirled, his tongue lashing out like a prehensile club and adding to the feast as it wrapped around limbs and necks. "MORE! MORE!"
P. R. was struggling with the various guards until Rid called out to him. "Oi, buddy! Bruce Lee!" P. R.'s eyes crossed, then suddenly he was a blur - his hands and feet scything through them at lightning speed, dropping them before they could even react with devastatingly precise kicks and punches, letting out "Wutah" and "Heeyah" every so often in the exact same pitch as Bruce Lee.
State, to her credit, tried to surrender. "I-I'm not with them -" she managed before a guard slammed a truncheon into her skull, knocking her hard against the ground.

Everyone stopped as State got to all fours. A growl was coming out of her throat, a growl that didn't sound like it could come from a human voicebox. The fear was gone from her eyes, and she suddenly looked... predatory. Her legs straightened so that she was now on her hands and the balls of her toes. Her lips peeled back over her teeth, and she uttered a terrifying screech that made every guard take an involuntary step back.
"See now," Rid said conversationally, "look what you went and did. You went and let the bloody dogs out."
Her stare, the same stare of a hawk when it sights a mouse in a field, was locked onto the truncheon in the guard's hand - and when he dropped it, her eyes slid to its owner.
"Now, we may be a bit rough when we bash heads," Rid continued, as State raised one hooked hand, nails jutting out like claws. "But this bitch? Oh, she's a real nightmare. There's a few of you, so she won't play with you. She'll just go for the throat. Or maybe the guts. Ooh, she does like clawing out eyes though. And I swear blind, she tore a bloke's brain out his mouth one time."
State placed the hand down and moved one pace forward, and the guard took a step back. No-one else dared move.
"Now, when she's like this, you can actually calm her down if you know what you're doing. That said, you don't know what you're doing, and I'm not about to bloody tell you. Instead, I'm just going to cut straight through this melodrama."
He clicked his fingers, and State pounced.

It was a bloodbath. Even with Nom devouring everyone that couldn't get away from him fast enough, State was a hurricane of death. She was just too fast, too fast even to see. Every movement she made took a life. Her mouth became clotted with gore, her nails caked in blood. She was wailing and screeching and howling, and her strength was like that of twenty. Nom tried to eat a guard she was disembowelling and before he knew what was happening she'd slammed her frail arm into his chest so hard he'd nearly gone through a wall. He rose up, furious and starving, before Rid got in the way, pulled out what looked like a dog whistle and blew it, hard. State froze, and the survivors took that opportunity to run for their lives. Nom watched them leave, visibly regretting not having another morsel. Sistine huffed, looking around at the people she'd... transformed, and in a spirit of charity let one out. He managed one scream before Nom chewed him into a tasty red mush.
"Cheers."
"Disgusting..."
State blinked slowly, then faster, then she arched her back and vomited everywhere. "No... NO..." she gasped, the horror palpable in her voice.
"Oh bloody hell, not this again," Rid said impatiently. "Loyal henchman."
P.R walked over. "Yeah, boss?" he said in a thuggish voice. "Gag her, make sure she doesn't make noise." "Sure thing, boss," P. R. replied, tearing a strip of cloth from a dead guard and waited until she'd finished vomiting to gag her with it, muffling her screams.
Rid turned around to see Hema watching them from the hole in the fence. "Don't worry about us, luv. Nice tricks with the blood by the way. Real classy."

 

Kitty let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god for those kids..." She quickly got up and dusted herself off. "Let's get out of here before anything else weird happens!

 

"Thanks?" She seemed to ask, in shock from what she'd seen. And here I thought I'd be the odd one of the bunch.
She was about to say something witty in retort, but her vision blurred and she felt her legs giving out from beneath her. "Shit... too... long." She gasped suddenly dangerously short of breath before vomiting red onto the ground. Using the fence, she was able to get shakily to her feet and began moving down the slight incline to the river. She didn't want to die in the asylum. It would end no way but horribly for her. The world shrank until it was just her feet stumbling on legs that burned, wheezing up blood as she groped almost blindly in her darkened vision. The cold water once again overflowed into her stolen boots and she struggled across the knee deep water. A coughing fit dropped her to the ground, one head on the riverside. She was too weak to move as her body slowly shut down.

 

"Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies," from nearby giggles could be heard, "A Pocket full of Posies," Irene can be seen skipping around the forest, "A-tishoo! A-tishoo," She notices the unconscious/barely concious girl oddly placed, not standing upright, "We all fall Down!"
She skipped to the girl, initially poking her to see if she's alive as Fluff pokes its head out from behind the trees seemingly unaffected by the fact that the trees in a 2 metre radius of it seem to burn away even thought there was no fire in sight. After getting bored of poking the girl, Irene beings a long and painful process of pulling the girl to somewhere less... open? All the while, Fluff kept its distance as to not harm the girl.


Formalities:
Name - Irene Hawk
Gender - Female
Age - 6

Basic Description:
Height - 2ft4
Weight - 23lbs
Skin - Extremely pale.
Hair - Harlequin Green curls coming down to her waist.
Face - Concealed by a Visard Mask which has had a simple change to it so that it is kept on the face and head using a blacked out veil which goes around the entirety of the back of the head, covering her head entirely instead of a bitten bead. It also had a small bit of glass covering both the eye holes allowing vision from the inside out yet from the outside in would simply be a black surface. The mask completely conceals Irene's head, hair, and face.
Eyes - Entirely blacked out, pupils, cornea, everything.
Chin/Nose/Cheeks - Sharp, angular.
Physique - Thin, underweight
Special/Distinguishing Features - Scar on the lower left side of her jaw.
Clothing - She is clothed by a simple black dolly dress with a white collar. It has long sleeves and and goes down to just above her knees. She also wears black boots which come up to slightly above her knees.

Personality:
Generally - She tends to be very bubbly and friendly. She's also very childish, because, you know, she's 6 years old.
Likes - Sweets, bright colours, playing with her Phoenix.
Dislikes - Being told what to do, her ice cream melting, feeling helpless.
Relationships - She's 6.

Tools/Weaponory:
A sky blue topaz mounted on a ring on her left ring finger.

Abilities:
Irene has the ability to summon a Phoenix, although it is no normal Phoenix. Instead of being aflame like the stereotypical Phoenix, hers emits highly corrosive, poison gas. If the Phoenix happens to get close to something with powers, it 'duplicates and alters'. What this means is that it stores an edited version of the power within itself which it can use.
Irene can also 'merge' with the Phoenix, allowing her flight as long as they are merged and also transfers the powers which the Phoenix had stored over to Irene.
Note that due to her age, she would not know how to fully control these powers and thus can be dangerous to those around her as well as due to the sheer amount that can be collected, if all are transferred to her at once, it could cause in adverse affects.
The Phoenix is named Fluff and grows in size in proportion to the amount of abilities that it has stored.

 

Jessic blinked, his azure eyes cut from the world for but a second. "Oh yeah. Well we can fix that now!" He stated as his now pink hair grew out to just past ear length. "There's a recent invention I heard of a cellphone... imagine that, being able to call whenever!" Then as he spoke he pulled one out, a bit old and dated but it had enough to call and text and whatever the witch wanted. "It's amazing."

 

Maisie was used to this. They'd both probably seen some pretty weird things in their time. She eagerly observed... "At any time? You think they would have taught us something that could accomplish such a thing... Canna' see it?" She seemed pretty interested. She didn't really indulge herself in technology. She didn't think she needed it, to be honest. She was playing with her fingers a bit. Having the ability to contact people from wherever she wanted sounded like a must have ability.