Re: Sim's call for help. (Quest Thread)

[VivaLaCult]

Thrash was pretty zoned out, but once Amp flipped Sim's couch he came back to. Thrash looked around and looked at Mosh and Audio and smiled. "You guys are serious all the time, lighten up." he said as he stood up and walked over to the wall and leaned against it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, and began flicking it. "You act like I killed someone." he said as he propped his foot against the wall, he would smoke more later, right now it seemed best to let Audio and Mosh calm down. thrash looked over at Bash and nodded, letting him know to chill for a little while, if he could even comprehend his motions at this point.

[Sul-Fury]

There seemed to be a lot of commotion in the background of the phone, as he heard Sim's response. She seemed like a troubled young woman, there probably wasn't too much of a threat that it was a trap by Hurricane. Apparently he isn't the first to respond to her newspaper section.

"Hello, I saw your add in the paper. I was just curious about the details. I'm a traveler by nature, so it seemed fitting for me. I don't have too much publicity as a 'hero'. I tend to avoid it. But I did get caught on the news in California over a bank robbery, you may have heard of that... If you're looking for some muscle, I've got nowhere else to go right now."

[Coffinhunter]

The Samaritan was sitting in his secret lair, which was actually the 1950's bomb shelter in his back yard that he'd repurposed. He'd been there for all of last night, his dear wife Mary lou still terrible upset with him dashing off yesterday and forgetting to bring her home a new bottle of spirits. Not that he was bothered, he thoroughly enjoyed his own little fortress of solitude and now with his first trophy adorning the wall he was even happier still.

The Tesla coil he taken from the battle at the bank yesterday hummed and crackled with electric streams. It was cracked open from the blow Sul-fury had delivered but still managed to arch streams of energy every few minutes. It was just the first, and some day he would have a whole hall of these trophies from the villains he'd apprehend. Solid proof of his accomplishments of making the world a better place, just like his heroes from the League of Legends.

He reached up and stretched with a yawn, last night he'd had a horrible sleep. He had chaulked it up to sleeping on the old army cot instead of his comfy bed next to his wife. The dreams he had last night, were stranger than he'd had ever. What he didn't know was that the object of his admiration had been secretly seeping it's negative energy into him all night. It seemed that El Ray wasn't quite done creating chaos just yet.

The Samaritan leafed through the paper and read the write up of yesterday's bank heist write up. To say the least it was unflattering, with most the focus not leaning toward the stoppage of the crime and far more of it focusing on untrained heroes using powers unchecked. The loss of those poor civilian been their power point. The Samaritan huffed and shook his head. He was going to have to be more careful, it was just this sort of press that could ruin a fledgling hero's reputation before he even got started. With the sour taste still in his mouth, he flipped to the comic's page to read his favorite strip. The Family Circus's morally acceptable humor had been one of his favorites since he was a child and he'd never missed one yet.

After a short giggle he glanced over and saw the 'help wanted' ad. Some poor person needed help with a task that was suited specifically for a hero of the Samaritan's merit. He stood up and grabbed a new costume, his other had been decimated during yesterday's battle. This one was his last, he hoped it fared better, as the budget around the Wagner household was tight with his wife's recreation habits. He quickly got dressed and bolted out of the Bomb shelter's doors at a speed that wouldn't let his nosey neighbor get a good look.

After a few short minutes of flight he'd arrived at his destination. As he landed he saw that the door had been kicked in. As he strode up the walkway he could hear a loud ruckus inside. 'I'm too late, hooligan's have already had their way with who ever placed the add.' He thought to himself as he walked in through the door.

"Cease and desist! The Samaritan has arrived! Place any drugs on the floor and your hands on your head, Hooligans! Don't worry mam, The Samaritan will clear out these addicts and have your domicile straightened up post haste!" The Samaritan announced in his typical uber-heroic tone, as he wagged his finger at the drug addicts.

[Sim]

"Hello, I saw your add in the paper. I was just curious about the details. I'm a traveler by nature, so it seemed fitting for me. I don't have too much publicity as a 'hero'. I tend to avoid it. But I did get caught on the news in California over a bank robbery, you may have heard of that... If you're looking for some muscle, I've got nowhere else to go right now."

"Yes. I need escort across the ocean, to reclaim something precious from a powerful villainous organization." Sim decided to deal with the man on the phone for now. One thing at a time. "I cannot pay you, but there are many valuable things in their base. I'm sure you could become rich if you desire." Things continued to happen around her. What had she gotten herself into with these dirty humans? Sim gave the man over the phone her address. "If you will come to help me, please hurry. I.....need help with my help. Thank you sir." She hung the phone up and pocketed it.

Metis stood up, she was polite but she had grown irritated. Not so much because of anything that had been done or said to her, but to her it seemed they were showing Alex's home great disrespect. In her world, this would be even ruder than it is on this one. She clenched her gloved fists and her teeth. Her lips parted, revealing white rows of dagger-like teeth and two larger fangs. She uttered a sound that was somewhere between a snarl and a hiss, and definitely didn't sound completely human. "Please, can all of you at least respect my friend's home while you are here? It has already been damaged enough." The young teen looking girl walked over to the couch, picked it up and righted it with one hand. "I do not have anything for any of you. There is some sort of plant in the cold cabinet that Alex eats. If you will all make things a little less confusing for me, you can have it." The "cold cabinet" she referred too was the refrigerator, and the plant was a head of lettuce. Mosh's words had calmed her a little, but everything being so hectic was pretty stressful on someone who was more or less a fish out of water anyway.

Just then another newcomer came in, dressed in something very different from everyone else. The way he spoke was odd compared to other humans, but odd was comforting Sim. She wasn't sure if he had the right idea, but she would wait a second and see. Sim kind of hoped he would straighten everything out for her.

[Slamfist]

Mosh threw the box of coke syringes to the Samaritan, "Have 'em," he said before turning his attention back to Audio who's head was now leaned on him. "Just let them settled down," Mosh assured his friend, patting him on the back. "But I will get on to him for agreeing to something we still have no idea about, it could be way out of our league," Mosh continued. Mosh once again focused on his potential employer. He hushed the room and motioned for Audio to turn on his amp, "And turn away from her so that they'll be quiet but we can still here her talk."

[Rex]

Amp looked at the new guy and shrugged going back to his guitar,His eyes raised as Sim got up and hearing food he moved to the kitchen and came back with the lettuce "Anyone else want any"? Amp looked over at Mosh and shrugged sitting back "Hey if we can't help one very pretty girl with her problems then i don't think we should have came, But we did and to her that shows we are brave but Mosh your talking about us like were kids". Amp shrugged turning back to his Music "if were just gonna leave we never should have came in the first place". Amp tore off a piece of lettuce and began to eat offering to anyone else who wanted some.

[Slamfist]

"I don't mean it that way. You know very well we're not exactly the most put together group," Mosh motioned to Bash and Thrash, "Their drugs," he then motioned to Audio, "He doesn't have super powers," he went on to point to Amp and himself, "You and me both going out of our way to help a pretty girl. I was just saying, let's here what this is about before blindly agreeing to what she wants."

[Zane Hataro]

In the distance, presumably eight miles away from the location where the group of combatants gathered for their mission, a sonic-boom blasted out from a far, but the source of such would be obvious to most soon. The boom was created by using speed far above that of sound iitself, or what the base of sound was, being 761 miles per hour. A few moments later, about a minute to be accurate, a figure would come into view, moving at speeds that would be extremely rare to see by any being these days, as not many were as speed oriented as in the past.

The man had come from an add he had heard of from one of the citizens living in New York. The main reason he had come was for the reason he did everything. To fight and kill his eternal bordom. It was a simple reason, too simple, actually. However, that was just how he was. How his entire species used to be.

Coming to an instantanious stop at the address mentioned in the ad, or from what he had heard, the being automatically assumed the home belonging to who had the ad put up. The man walked up to the door and grabed the doorknob, twisting it while pulling his arm back to open the door without any knocking. Surely the sonic-boom frm earlier and the sound of the door would be enough for whoever was here to know of his presence.

The man who had just entered the home, or what they called here, stood at a height of six foot six, relatively taller then most usually were. His attire consisted of a black leather jacket that covered his back, chest, stomache,shoulders, and a portion of his neck, as well as black pants that reached down to his ankles. He only wore sandalss for shoes as he really didn't bother getting normal footwear. His hair was of a somewhat spiked style downward along the back of his neck and the top portion of his forehead, almost reaching the point where the spiekd strands would get in the way of his eyes and obscure the sense of vision.

The new entrant looked around inside the building, seeing several others who, presumably were also on the mission that had been in the ad. However, only time would tell that. Deciding to speak and announce who he was as well as his reasoning for being here, though that should have been obvious to the group, the man spoke in a rather bored, but somewhat laid-back tone in a average-volume. "So, this is where the mission, or whatever the hell ya feel like calling it, meeting point is, I assume? I am Zane Hataro and will be partaking in the event as well. Seems like quite a few people are here."

[VivaLaCult]

Thrash pulled another joint out of his pant's pocket and looked at the Samaritan. Thrash handed the joint to Bash and winked. "This should hold you over man." he whispered as he moved his hands through his pockets to make sure he still had enough for himself. "Ah I'm good." he said to himself as he looked around the room, it was getting pretty crowded in the room they were all standing in, so Thrash began to walk around.

[Sul-Fury]

It took a while, but Sul arrived at the location described by Sim. Going across the sea seemed like a good opportunity to have an adventure and perhaps gain a new strength or two. It seemed dangerous, so he would probably gain some sort of benefits, even if it was just to pass time. He didn't want money, he didn't know what he wanted anymore. Purpose? Sul knocked on the door and waited. Inside he could hear the ruckus of the drug abusers inside.

[Araska]

Audio nodded at Mosh and let everyone finish what they were doing, before clapping his hands to grab everyone's attention. "OK, now, I hope you all got all of that out of your system, and if you don't, too bad. Cause I think it's time to let the person who asked us to come here to tell us what she wants, so we can, you know, help. Now, Miss, if you will..." Audio triggered his amp's ability to absorb sound, making sure to leave Sim out of it's range, and the room fell silent. He got his guitar out and plugged it into his amp, as his amp could only absorb so much sound before it needed to be released. With the people in the room it could probably overload very quickly..

[Coffinhunter]

(I really don't know if the Samaritan can morally participate with you guys as peers...He's like a boy scout)

The Samaritan zoomed into action, he snatched the box of needles, the joint of marajuanna being passed, and the bag of weed from the leather jacketed man and was back near the door where he'd entered in the blink of an eye. He crushed the mass of illegal drugs into nothingness with his massive strength and then stepped outside and threw the mass as far as he could. It landed 10 miles out in the Pacific Ocean.

The Samaritan stepped back inside and wiped his hands together in a clap that said 'job well done'. With that he turned to the tiny girl ' Shall I eject these hooligans ma'am? Is this why you've place your help wanted add, are these drenches of society causing you harm?" He smiled completely oblivious to the dirty looks in the room.

When his companion from yesterday appeared, Samaritan smiled and greeted the adept rock man.

[Sim]

The rowdy ones were calming each other down, and new arrivals were still coming. She was amazed at how many people answered her help call, she chalked it up to mankind's huge population. To that end, she thought maybe their short lifespans explained why these were so hectic. Why, Sim might be running around everywhere if she knew she had less than a century to live!

"So, this is where the mission, or whatever the hell ya feel like calling it, meeting point is, I assume? I am Zane Hataro and will be partaking in the event as well. Seems like quite a few people are here."

"Yes sir Zane, it appears many people have come to help. You are appreciated. Please find anywhere to sit or stand comfortably for you." Even as she spoke, there came another knock at the door. When Sim opened it, she was surprised at what met her. A tall humanoid, but with glowing yellow eyes and black stone-like skin. She stood silent for a couple seconds, just out of surprise. His appearance didn't bother her though, in fact it was comforting to her. It made him seem less human, and her own eyes glowed in the dark. She gave him a big smile showing off her dagger-like teeth, just to assure him that she wasn't being rude because of his appearance. "Please come in sir. You are here to help as well?"

the Samaritan turned and spoke to her. He was ready to throw the whole rowdy bunch out of Alex's home for her. Sim couldn't help but consider letting him for a second, but her better judgment told her otherwise. "Actually Sir Samaritan." She began in a light and pleasant voice. "These ah...drenches of society as you called them, are also here in response to my help call. I am afraid the trouble I have is far greater than a home." She looked around. things were still pretty hectic between the music group. Perhaps it would be simplest to show everyone. Shock usually bought silence, at least for a moment.

she walked to on end of the room, so that she was in front of everyone. "Please listen everyone. I am Sim, and I come from a world apart from your own." She spoke loudly, unaware that sounds was being manipulated so that she could be heard. As she spoke she took off her jacket, laying it down on a nearby peace furniture. "I was kidnapped by humans who somehow found a way into our world. I was used as their resource, in their experiments. They did many wretched things to me, and even crippled me." She turned around, showing her back to everyone. She unzipped her body suit down to her bellybutton, and let it fall down enough to show her back to everyone in the room. Her entire back was disfigured. The chemical burns had caused it to become discolored and with a strange jagged texture. Near her shoulder blades were two large painful-looking reddish scars, where her wings had been ripped from her body. "I do not know if you humans can understand what it is like for someone like me to have their wings ripped from their bodies, since you have none to begin with, but you can try to imagine someone cutting off your legs." she spoke over her shoulder, letting her back stay faced to her audience. "They crippled me, and stole my precious gift and birthright. In a device fashioned out of my own body, they have stored my stolen magick so that they may use it. I cannot fathom how dangerous this power could be in the hands of such evil humans." The expression on her face was solemn. she wasn't sure how seriously these humans would take her but it was a grave matter both for her and their world. "I escaped from that place, but they followed me here and wounded a dear friend who took me in and healed my many wounds. To protect her, as well as your own world, I must destroy their entire base and reclaim my gift. I am not even a full century old however, and hardly able to to accomplish this task by myself. Especially stripped of my power. That is why I issued a call for help. Who is willing to help me face this dangerous task?"

[Bash]

(no offense Metis, Bash is being RP the way he is designed. Not of disrespect.)

Bash was overwhelmed, So much was happening, and yet the Stimulants made thing happen so slow. All he could do is just sit there and twitch with his fingers. Even when Mosh burned the blunt on his legs, Bash barely winced, as per the cocaine was deafening his pain, When the Samaritan came and threw a bummer party, Bash said, "Dude, Calm down." Just then Sim made her announcements Bash saw the scars and gashes of her back and without showing any form of respect (Because he is high on cocaine) said "Dude, that is awesome! I should try that sometime."

[Rex]

Amp rolled his eyes at Bash and looked at the scars shuddering just a little, He had never known pain his body made things that would hurt others feel like moths but he couldn't imagine chemical burns feeling good, He looked at thrash and Mosh tilting his head "I don't know about you guys but I will help her, Something like that should not go unpunished and in all honesty I am curious to see what happens next". Amp finished the lettuce since no one else seemed to have wanted. Amp looked at the girl while stroking his strings slowly which meant he was thinking. Instead of coming up with some philosophical saying that would inspire bravery and excitement Amp just rested his head back falling asleep, His comrades would make there own decisions he had already made his.

[Sul-Fury]

Sul raised his eyebrow at the woman who greeted him at the door. She had similar features to himself, with a few differences. Her sharp teeth made her appear to be a mutant or of supernatural origin herself, which was unexpected. He pictured a defenseless girl initially, so this assured him that it was a more serious matter. But he was glad that his 'purpose' as a hero was evident by his complexion, and that he didn't have anything to prove. He was the muscle. Sul-Fury nodded. "Yes, we spoke over the phone... Thank you for your hospitality."

What was a bit more shocking is that The Samaritan was here. They had met previously in a battle against a gang lord called El Ray. Though they had came to no solution to contact each other for the future, it seemed destiny brought them back together for one last battle.

When Sim spoke of her tragedy, Sul listened intently. It was a pretty sad tale, humans can be pretty monstrous when seeking power that does not belong to them. Though he was once in the position to fear mutants, he knew why they did it. When asked "Who is willing to help me face this dangerous task?", Sul spoke aloud. "I am."

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