Sim's call for help. (Quest Thread)

Sim was flying through skies, surrounded by her friends and family. Alex was there too, flying beside her. She had a smile on her face. A real smile, not like the forced ones she usually wore. Sim was utterly at peace. Suddenly the horizon turned red, and the sky took an orange hue. Fireballs flew up through that air, and the peace was shattered. Great bolts flew up from unseen ballistae. Sim looked around panicked, but none of her brethren were to be seen. Alex was still beside her, and Sim reached out to her. Even as her fingers stretched outward, Alex jerked upwards as one of the bolts pierced through her. She plummeted down into the red-orange haze until Sim could see her anymore. Sim tried to flee, but suddenly she couldn’t move. Everything was dark now, but she could see sinister claw-less hands that grabbed her wings. She could sense the disembodied arms preparing for one strong pull. In one quick motion, the limbs holding onto her wings jerked away from her body.

Sim let out a curdling scream. She jerked upright in her bed, panting heavily. Tears were already rolling down her cheeks. She tentatively let a hand wander to her back, where her wings should be. Her fingertips brushed against the harsh, burnt and scarred skin and she immediately jerked away. She tensely grabbed the covers with both of her hands, bringing the soft comforter to her face and quietly sobbing into it for a few minutes. Things were even harder for her alone, knowing that those men were still after her; knowing that Alex had been hurt badly because she tried to help Sim.

Sim gathered herself, and got out of bed. She got into her Navy bodysuit, and zipped it up. She put her purple pants and jacket on, the jacket’s high collar hiding most of her neck. Once she slipped her gloves onto her hands to cover her clawed hands, she looked practically human. Of course her icy cool hair and jewel-like purple eyes would still make her stand out, but her obvious differences were covered. Today was the day. She had told everyone who contacted her to meet her at Alex’s house. She thought about meeting at somewhere that hadn’t already been attacked, but she didn’t know where she would meet. She was in a completely foreign world, and she would just have to hope that she had taken out all of the torches that were sent after her. She had cleaned up, but there was still bullet holes scattered throughout the living room.

She had put out a newspaper ad, because that’s what the man at the help desk sarcastically suggested it to her. In her innocence, Sim didn’t realize that the help desk wasn’t helpful with problems outside of the supermarket. Of course an ad in a local newspaper wouldn’t have gotten much attention, if it wasn’t for it’s contents.

“Girl seeking help from human heroes. Secret evil organization has crippled me and stolen something very important. I need help traveling to their secret base across the ocean, and fighting their forces. Combat skill necessary, I cannot guarantee safety. I have nothing to offer, but there will be lots of riches and artifacts for the taking. Those willing to help should call…”

Sim had much more to say, but was kindly informed that’s as many words as she could afford. Because of the bizarre nature of the ad, it was featured in the news’ humor section and passed around all over the internet. Most people assumed it was some sort of joke or prank. The number she had provided was to Alex’s cell phone, which she had assumed ownership for the time being. She figured Alex wouldn’t mind, and if Alex came out of her coma she would know to call her own phone. Most of the people called were getting in on what they thought was a joke, and harassed Sim. Some people thought she might be serious though, and to them she gave her address. So for know she waited in by the door, wondering who might actually show up.

As she waited she kept her hands busy with the weapon she had purchased. Well actually, it was an authentic replication she had taken from a local festival during the night. It wasn’t stealing though, as soon as she got the money she would send it to the shop. It wasn’t exactly the quality of something forged by a Draconian smith, but it was weighted properly and was sufficient. The blue and white hilted katana was similar to the weapons she had trained with and mastered during her education, so she would be able to make the best of it. She sheathed the weapon and set it against the wall near the door to the basement stairs. She sat down and waited in a bullet-riddled recliner, and tried to wait patiently for the people she hoped would come to aid her.

Nightstrike didn't like reading the paper. Rather boring in his opinion, and he really only read the comics. However, the young man attending Stanford did love reading FailBlog, and that's where he found the article.

At first, he laughed his ass off, but he figured he'd give it a shot. Secret evil organization could refer to FEARE, or perhaps SCAR, and give him a lead on murdering his father. Also, riches and money sounded very nice to him. He was fairly confident of his skills.

So, he had called. The girl sounded weary and tired when he did, but he agreed he would visit the house. Getting in his Toyota Corolla, and putting on his much loved leather jacket, he drove all the way to LA on coffee, taking a leave of absence at his university.

He checked the directions he had printed off from Google Maps, and checked his GPS. This seemed to be the right place. The white-haired boy cautiously walked up, and knocked on the door. "Hello?" he asked. Hopefully he didn't drive here for no reason, just for this to turn out to be some kind of prank. That would seriously ruin his day.

He had a small gun, eleven bullets, in his pocket, along with some pot. California had some advantages there.

Sul-Fury yawned. Was it night yet? He slept during the day 90% of the time. But for some reason he woke a few hours early. He had no home, really. He just traveled around the World, hoping to find a place that would accept him. He had a hard time fitting in anywhere with his appearance. Alan put his hands in his pockets and walked along the street. Something caught his eye on a fellow homeless man nearby. His blanket, a newspaper, said "Heroes Wanted".

Great. An opportunity to get some work? Nope. The paper said "No pay". Alan sighed. He was hungry, too bad. He'd have to find some other way to eat. But it wouldn't be the first time he helped someone out of generosity. If this person did need help, he could offer it. It might throw him off his normal schedule, but maybe he can come out during the day if they didn't care what he looked like. As long as he helped.

Sul shrugged his shoulders and headed to the nearest phone booth. He thumbed through what money he had on him looking for a quarter, found one, and inserted it into the coin acceptor. Then dialed the number. He waited on the dial tone.

Sim waited anxiously, and finally she heard a knock at the door. She jumped up excitedly out of her chair and raced towards the door. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it. She was only beginning to learn that trust should not be as easily given out here as on her home world. “Hello Sir! I am Sim. Are you here answering the call I put in the newspaper?” Her eyes were still a little red from crying, but she was smiling sincerely at the stranger. Then she remembered that her teeth were different from human’s, and closed her lips to cover the sharp teeth and ivory fangs. She kept smiling though. “If so, please come in. No one else has come yet, but I am sure they will. Come in. I am sorry if the place is…unsatisfactory.” Though her kind spoke a form of English, her speech seemed oddly formal at times and had a strange accent. “Please make yourself comfortable. I would like to wait on others. I may answer any questions you have, I know I must be making an odd request.”

Just then her phone rang. Most of the pranksters had lost interest by now, so her heart leapt in hope it was someone who truly wanted to help. She pressed the green answer button, as she had come to call it. “Yes, hello? I am Sim.”

Thrash wasn't but maybe 10 seconds behind Nightstrike. Thrash and his band picked up the quest while touring through California, neither Mosh nor Thrash could see that and not help out. They traveled in a tour bus, and most of the band decide to help out aside from Audio who preferred his solitude while "tinkering". Thrash opened the door without knocking, he was a nice enough guy but manners was not one of his strong suits.

Thrash had the rest of the band behind him (I figured we would all show up at the same time, so enter how you please), but he didn't know how far back they were. Over the phone he heard the voice of a girl so he rushed up the stairs as fast as he could. He entered the room and as he entered so did the a wall of smoke and the unmistakable smell of burning marijuana. Thrash had a joint rolled up and half burned out sitting between his lips. "Shit, I really hope I am in the right place." he said as he just realized his rude entrance. Once Thrash's eyes moved to Sim he had hoped so, he still had no idea she was anything but human.

Nightstrike looked around, and sat down on the couch with the fewest bullet holes.

He had seen the fangs, he had seen the bullet holes. So, she was telling the truth in the ad. It was still excellent weather, even though it was mid- December.

"What powers do you have?" he asked bluntly. "You're superhuman, that much is obvious." he said. He then facepalmed. "Where are my manners, I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Jim, pleasure to meet you, Sim." he said with a chuckle. Rhyming names.

He debated pulling out some pot to smoke, but the appearance of Thrash saved him from this trouble. He sniffed the air. Sweet smell. "Hey, dude." he said, pulling out a joint. "You here for the ad too? It;s true, I can tell you that."

Bash was high on cocaine right now, "Hello? You there?" Bash called out to sim. "If you dont mind we are gonna crash here for a while." Bash couldn't think right. Infact he assumed that this was gonna be their vacation spot whilst they toured the west coast. Bash turned to Mosh outside and yelled, "Hey, We are here for the night right?"

Yea cocaine would do that, he went in while scratching his neck in a very stereotypical manner. Being a cocaine paranoid he shut the door behind him, and started shutting any open blinds. Hedid not want the populace to know of his addiction. He plopped down on the couch looking around at sims decorations. How very low quality, "Some vacation house this is, This is lame!" Bash then pulled out a wooden box with hinges, he flipped it up and inside was some needles of more cocaine. Ahh sweet stimulants. It couldnt hurt to do some more. He flicked the needle, making sure it was not clogged.

Thrash's eyes followed Bash as he stumbled around the room to the couch, when he pulled out a needle filled with cocaine Thrash's eyes widened, and he sprinted across the room and retrieved it from him. "Dude, come on." he said with a smile as he passed him the joint and took a seat next to him. Thrash's eyes stayed fixed on Sim, she looked like his style, he wasn't aware her hair color wasn't dyed, she kinda came off like a rocker chick to him, but then again he was all hopped up on pot. Thrash didn't turn to Nightsrike as he spoke but simply nodded at him.

Audio busted though the door, holding his mask in his hand. It quieted down his screams somewhat, and that was something he didn't need at the moment. "THRASH! Shit where is..." And then there was Bash on drugs. Of course. "Son of a bitch, your in SOMEONES... forget it, you're high." He looked around and saw none of his band, but he could smell them. "F'kin... THRASH!" Audio dashed up the stairs, seeing his friend when he got there. ''What the hell were you thinking just leaving without me! You think that I shouldn't help! You left this.." Audio reached into his pocket and pulled out a cutout from a newspaper, with Sim's ad on it. "..on a magnet on the fridge! Were you even thinking! Or were you high again like usual!" He angrily smacked the joint from Thrash's hand, and watched it roll, then stop short of someone's foot. He followed the leg up, and saw who he immediately known to be the person who put in the ad. "Oh, um, hello Miss..." He looked down, slightly embarrassed by the tantrum he just had in front of the stranger he intended to work for. And others, there seemed to be several others there. As he slowly became more aware, Audio saw all bulletholes lining the room. "Wow..." he whispered, before asking the question that was the elephant in the room. "What exactly happened here?"

Sim was a bit put off by the newcomer's entrance, and her nose curled up at the odd smells he brought with him. She knew for a fact that humans weren't completely ignorant of manners. she kept quiet though, she needed any possible help she could get. "Yessir, this is the right place if you are answering the newspaper call." She said loudly, without putting a hand over the phone receiver. Just then another man barged in, and sat down. Sim wasn't really sure what he was talking about, but she caught that he insulted Alex's home and obviously wasn't in control of his own faculties. "Please hold on for one moment please!" She said to the person on the phone. she lowered the phone and pointed the the man with the needles. She cringed a little as he brought them out, reminded a bit of her experiences in captivity. "Who is this man? What influences has he put himself under? He is with you? He does not look capable of helping himself."


"What powers do you have?" he asked bluntly. "You're superhuman, that much is obvious." he said.

She turned to Jim. "I am not superhuman." she said, with a twinge of anger. "I am not human at all. Humans kidnapped me from my world, crippled me and stole my gift. My race has natural magical abilities that humans wanted. That is what I must get back at all costs." Even as she spoke, more people entered. Things were starting to get chaotic and overwhelming to Sim, it was as if everything around her was spinning. She fell down into a chair in exasperation.

Mosh entered in behind Audio, extremely quiet compared to the other members of his band. He strolled over to the blunt in front of his current employer and picked it up. He walked back over to his friend, who had obviously been identified as Bash and put the hot joint out on his own pant leg. "You guys are fucking ridiculous," Mosh said as he shut the box of ill-conceived syringes of cocaine and snatched it up. "How the fuck do you even function?" He continued still looking at Bash.

Amp walked in stroking the strings on his guitar as he tightened and loosened them to find the right note "Ok who here touched my guitar, It hasn't worked right for a week", Amp sighed as he looked at bash shaking his head. Amp had ignored the drug abuse for sometime but it was starting to get annoying. He chuckled as his guitar made a sweet noise and nodded sliding it over his shoulder, That was when he noticed Sim slumped down and walked over to her and got on one knee raising her chin to look into his eyes "Hey I know it must suck right now but everyone here is going to help you, That is what you need and that is what we will do. Ignore these Knuckleheads they may act foolish but when it's time they will not let you down, I will not let you down", Amp walked over grabbing the couch Thrash and Bash were on and flipped it "And as for you two stop[ making a scene this chick has gone through enough without you two making it worse".

Amp sat down on the floor facing the door as he tapped his foot while playing his Guitar "Hey it's Mosh's turn to get the food right"?

"You're also fucking ridiculous." Mosh said as he turned his attention to Amp now. "I'm aware they're doing drugs, but you just flipped her fucking couch over. Plus you went right from bitching to asking about food. How about answer more question before we start asking more, especially ones so irrelevant to right now." Mosh massaged his temples, this was giving him a headache. "Plus you don't even know what we're doing yet, how do you know we're not going to let her down?" He turned his attention to Sim finally. "I'm really sorry for the way these oбщественным-выгоды are acting. I assure you that most of them," Mosh glanced at Bash, knowing he was the only one to worry about doing something stupid out there, "Will start behaving when we get to trying to accomplish...whatever you're looking for us to do."

Audio couldn't speak, he just watched amazed at his bandmates, before sighing and leaned his forehead on Mosh's shoulder. "What are going to do with these guys..." He stepped back and motioned at Amp. "But don't get onto him for saying we wont let her down, cause we wont. Well..." Looking around the room again, he shuddered slightly, most of the light coming from holes in the wall, now that Bash has closed up the blinds. "Unless we already have..."

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.