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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 10, 2017 2:23:52 GMT
Find out what happens to our heroes in their lives after University. Not canon obviously.
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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 10, 2017 2:28:12 GMT
Premise/Synopsis It's been just over seven and a half years since the end of the first academic year that our heroes met. Since then the world has changed. Olympus has fallen from its blinding height after an attack ravaged the organisation. Olympus is now under immense pressure by the public to be gotten rid of despite the governments continued support. Our heroes have gone their separate ways, each following their own path but the mystery as to what happened to Olympus and to our heroes during their year together at University still hangs over them. There is a menace lurking in the shadows hunting supers. Can our heroes re-unite to take down this threat and unravel the mystery of the events all those years ago or will they fall victim to this new stalker in the night? (OOC apologies for any inaccuracies in your characters' personalities and actions, did my best to grasp your characters' personas. Tune in once a week, most likely Monday/Tuesday for a new episode. Ps. If this is found to be intolerably shit, let me know and I'll stop rather than waste everybody's time with a load of pretentious garbage )
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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 10, 2017 2:28:45 GMT
Episode 1- Pilot: Seven And A Half Years Gone
"Officer! What have we got here?" "Another one Sergeant." "Goddammit! That makes three, and three we know of." "Shame about this one. She was kinda pretty." "Be professional Officer. She's just a victim. No need for attachments. Where are the CSIs?" "On their way Sergeant." "Well they'd better hurry up. It's cold and wet and I don't like to be kept waiting."
A white van pulled up at the crime scene and two men in white lab coats got out. They opened up the back of the van and started pulling some equipment out. They walked over to the body, metal briefcases in hand. One knelt down and opened up his briefcase, taking out a pair of rubber gloves and putting them on. The other addressed the police Sergeant.
"They said it was the same C.O.D as before Sergeant." "It would appear that way but you're the experts so you tell me."
The CSI just raised an eyebrow at the Sergeant before he too knelt down and began probing the corpse, slipping his gloves on.
"Well Pete? What we got?" "Exactly the same as the other two Dave. Body's completely drained of all fluid. At this point I'd say it's a giant spider the way these corpses are turning out but there are no bite marks."
"Well of course there won't be any bite marks!"
A loud voice suddenly broke the crisp morning air. Standing in front of the police officers was a tall figure wearing an anorak and a trilby. What looked like combat boots poked out from the bottom of the coat. Their fur was dark, their nose twitched and their eyes scanned the area inquisitively. The figure was accompanied by three others; two blonde haired people and one pink haired.
"Well if it isn't the Fantastic Four," Dave mocked them. "Can it arsehole! Someone's just died so can we please just act professional and get on with our jobs," one of the blondes snapped as she emitted a light aura around her body. "Alright honey, no need to get all aggressive," Dave put his hands up. "Ed, go do your thing," the blonde woman said as she turned to the one in the coat and hat.
Ed walked over to the Sergeant, her tail poking out between the flaps at the back of her coat. It was usually left to Ed to question the people at the scene, it was what she was best at. The other three went over to the body, Pete and Dave getting out of their way. They each put on their own pair of rubber gloves as the knelt down around the body, examining it closely. The aggressive blonde placed her backpack on the floor and pulled out what looked like some sort of scanning device.
"Hmm…….low level alpha waves again," she mumbled to the others. "Who does something like this?" the pink haired woman wondered. "I'm more interested in the how," the other blonde woman queried. "Why alpha waves though? Doesn't make sense. It's been the same at the other two crime scenes," the blonde woman said as she put her device back in her bag. "I dunno Chris. Nothing about these cases seem normal," the pink haired girl responded. "Were supers Aurora, when has anything been normal for us in the past seven years," Chris growled, frustrated by lack of answers. "Calm down Chris, we'll get this guy," the other blonde reassured her. "Well we need to start finding some answers and fast Freya. Three victims in London alone and there have been reports of more victims all over the world," Chris reminded her. "A year, a whole year this has been going on for," Aurora lamented, "If only Olympus was still around." "It still is in its own small way. It just doesn't have any big hitters anymore. Save one," Chris said as she got to her feet, "let's see what Ed's turned up."
"Nothing!? You have nothing!?" Ed did not sound impressed. "That's what I said. We don't have anything on any of these victims. We don't even fully understand how they died," the Sergeant replied. "You do realise that even though we are private contractors, you still have to provide us with information if we ask for it?" Ed snarled at him. "Yes I do and I have done so but the information we have is next to nothing," the Sergeant snarled back. Neither one was going to back down. "Well have you at least identified her?" Ed growled. "Twenty-two year old Shannon Rose," the Sergeant gave up. "Leave it Ed. Let's just get back to the station," Chris said as she led the others back to their car, "Hey! Tweedle-dee and Tweedle dum! I want your reports on our desks by this afternoon," she called out to Dave and Pete as she entered the car.
They all clambered in the black Mercedes. Freya drove with Chris riding shotgun, Ed and Aurora sat in the back. The four of them worked together as private investigators, investigating cases of a very particular nature: supers. Ever since the attack on Olympus seven years ago, the world had become a dangerous place for people with abilities. They were frowned upon in society and usually met with fear and violence. Luckily, Chris and Freya had more than enough firepower between them to fend off any attackers. Olympus had managed to rebuild and had maintained the support of the government but it was never discovered just who or what had attacked and brought down the organisation in the first place. It was this new found sense of distrust in the public that had led to a sharp increase in the number of attacks on and by supers over the past few years and it was these crimes that the gang investigated. Sometimes contracted by the government and forced to work alongside the police, just like in this case, or they were sometimes hired out by a private party. Ed's expert and tenacious ability as a reporter had made the transition to private investigator very easy and natural. The other three, being psychologists, used their expert knowledge to figure out the why and perhaps plot the culprits' next move. They were a well oiled, well drilled, efficient team. The car sped down the road, ripping through puddles, splashing the pavement, the windscreen wipers whirring away as the rain started to come down harder. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside the London Metropolitan Police's main station and headquarters. They got out of the car and headed inside the great glass cave. The smell of air freshener was intoxicating as they walked through the door; even for those with human noses so for Ed, the smell was so potent, it nearly knocked her out. She just sneezed and carried on walking. The carpets were still immaculately clean, the glass doors polished to a glistening shine. It was all very official.
Entering their shared office, Chris swung her bag off her shoulders and placed it on her chair, rummaging through it and pulling out the equipment inside.
"Alright, Ed go grab the files for the other two cases the personal file for our latest victim, Aurora, here's the data from this one so start putting together a file for this case," Chris said as she handed her the device, "and Freya, get on to Whitehall and try to get us any information they have on any similar cases from anywhere on the planet," each 'any' word becoming more and more emphasised the more she spoke, "as for me…….I'll go grab us some coffee," Chris wearily said as she left the room and headed for the vending machines. "Here Rora, you might need these," Ed said as she gave Aurora the notes she'd made at the crime scene. "Oh thanks Ed," Aurora smiled back at her.
They worked hard through the day, Chris, Ed and Aurora worked on piecing together the bits of the puzzle they had from the three cases in London whilst Freya tried to get more information from their government contact.
"….and that's all you can tell me?" Freya asked down the phone. "Yes. That's all we can give you," a posh sounding voice responded "Surely there must be more? We need more details than this." "I'm afraid not. The PM has made it quite clear. We don't want this situation getting out of hand any further than it already has." "If you don't tell us everything, this situation will get much, much worse." "I'm sorry. That's all I can give you." The phone went dead.
Freya returned to the others, rubbing her eyes from both tiredness and frustration. It had been a long year working on this case on and off. They were no closer to figuring out what was going on than when they'd started.
"Well?" Aurora asked with a smile and hope in her eyes as Freya re-entered the room. "They didn't give us much but enough that we might be able to work with," Freya said, trying to sound confident. "So what did they tell you?" Ed jumped in. Aurora's face just sank back down, her smile faded. "They've at least told us where the other incidents occurred and that the cause of death is the same," Freya replied as she sat down and took a sip of her coffee. "Well it's about goddamn time they told us something," Chris snarled, "so? C'mon tell us." "Okay here goes. The first case was in New York, October 25th, 2018, a man named Todd Rogers, aged 34," as Freya spoke, Ed got up and walked towards a world map they had on one of their notice boards. She scribbled the details down on a post-it note before pinning it down over New York. "The second was in Boston, July 17th, 2020, another man named Steven Humphrey, aged 29" Freya continued, as did Ed in noting down the locations. "Then the cases move to Spain, more specifically Madrid, May 7th, 2022, a woman called Francesca Baroja, aged 27. After that it appears our friend moved to Tellasi. February 28th, 2023, a boy, a student even, Francesco Salvatore, aged 18. And the last one before the cases here in London, Frankfurt, Germany, September 11th, 2023, a girl by the name of Sascha Trutt, aged 24," Frey finished relaying the information and Ed finished charting it all on the map.
They all paused for a moment, staring at the map. Nothing. No pattern. No obvious connection between the victims. Nothing.
"Daniel Wells, January 14th, 2024, aged 26, Hannah Willis, August 19th, 2024, aged 26 also and now, Shannon Rose, January 10th, 2025, aged 22," Chris added. "All in the London area too?" Aurora pondered.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Dave and Pete, holding what looked like their reports on the crime scene. They dumped them on the desk and left without saying a word. Ed picked them up and quickly scanned through them.
"Nothing new," Ed sounded disappointed, placing the files back down on the table. "Body's drained of what you call 'life energy' I guess, all fluids missing, not marks or puncture wounds and nothing to suggest that they were killed by any exterior force," Chris said as she now read through the documents, scratching her chin. "You don't think this could be Olem do you?" Aurora gasped with a worried expression on her face. "The Plague Doctor hasn't been seen for a long time Rora," Freya answered, "besides, this isn't his style. Plus why would he kill innocent civilians? No. That's not his way." "Last I heard he was off chasing down some rogue military black-ops group through the Middle East and across Europe," Ed informed them.
Their discussion was interrupted by another person knocking on their door. He was average height, had short brown hair and brown eyes. He too was wearing a lab coat.
"Hey guys, I'm Rufus," he began, "I was told to bring you guys the initial autopsy report and list of belongings found on the victims body," he explained as he handed them another file. "Wow that was fast," Ed remarked. "Thanks hun," Chris said with a smile and a wink as she took the file from him. Rufus simply blushed and left. Chris still had it. "Yep, cause of death, drained of bodily fluids," Chris said slamming the file down on the desk, "it's definitely a super doing this." Ed picked it up and began to scan through the documents. "Huh!?" Ed exclaimed, astonished by what she saw, "she had an Olympus business card in one of her pockets!?" "What!? Lemme see that," Chris said, snatching the paper out of Ed's hands. Ed didn't like that very much. "But I thought only supers who Olympus had contacted directly got one of these nowadays!?" Aurora queried with a puzzled look on her face. "Guess our victim here was also a super," Freya stated as she took the paper from Chris. "Well guys……" Chris began, "looks like we're heading back to Olympus."
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Post by Mittens on Jan 10, 2017 3:18:32 GMT
Holy shit this is awesome. I'd had ideas myself of doing something like this but this is way better than what I had planned. I'm really looking forward to the next instalment.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Jan 10, 2017 11:56:49 GMT
'chasing down rogue military black ops' I like the cut of that jib
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Post by UraharaSteph on Jan 10, 2017 14:47:56 GMT
I'm interested in where this is going ^_^
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 10, 2017 17:31:17 GMT
Nice stuff! A future story is a great idea. Fully powered heroes!
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Post by Sleuth on Jan 10, 2017 20:16:22 GMT
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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 14, 2017 23:01:42 GMT
Episode 2- From The Heights Of Mount Olympus
The elevator doors opened as an averagely tall man walked out into the corridor. He was wearing a shiny, navy blue suit with a light blue shirt and a red tie. His left hand tucked neatly away in his trouser pocket whilst his right arm swung by his side as he confidently marched towards the big double doors. His brown hair slicked back. An armed guard stood to attention, saluting and being ever so careful not to make eye contact with his superior.
"Morning Stan," the man smiled at the guard.
The man went to pull the door on his right despite the push sign. The door jammed, clicking back into place. Sighing, the man pushed forward on the door, going through it. The guard did his best not to laugh.
On the other side was an office; a large desk on the left hand side of the room and shelves and filing cabinets on the other. There were large pot plants on either side of the desk. The desk itself had been buried underneath a plethora of papers and documents. The rest of the room was all very neat and tidy, very modern in design, metal everywhere. The man carried on through to the next room but paused to address the young woman sat at the desk. She had light brown hair done up in a ponytail with hazel coloured eyes and a fair complexion.
"Good morning Stephanie," he said with a smile. "Good morning sir," she responded, returning his smile, taking but a moment to avert her eyes away from her computer screen to him. "Did you have a nice weekend?" he asked enthusiastically. "Erm…not really," she chuckled, "I spent most of my time filing and preparing your itinerary for this week so…" "Oh Steph," the man replied with a sad expression, "I've told you before, if you want to have a little bit more free time I can at least do my itinerary myself." "It's okay sir. It is part of my job description as your secretary," Stephanie just continued to smile. "Well if you say so," the man conceded. He turned to walk away into the next room. "Oh one more thing sir," Stephanie interrupted his stride, "there's a note on your desk for you. There was a phone call earlier from number 10 but you weren't here so…." "Thank you Steph," the man cut her off, smiling at her as he entered his office and closed the door.
The man's office was grand and magnificent. The back wall was just one huge window commanding a spectacular view over central London. His desk was the centre piece, made from only the finest mahogany. The files on his desk were neatly piled on either side of the monitor. Just beside the door was a coat stand with five hooks hanging off it, a long black trench coat was already hung there. The man took off his suit jacket and placed it on the other side of the coat stand. Sitting down in his comfy, giant, executive-like leather chair, he began to gently sway from side to side, looking round the room.
He had a huge canvas on the wall nearest the door of a woodland scene on a crisp spring morning. The suns rays shining through down through the trees in individual beams of light, illuminating the ground as a couple walked down the path holding hands. The woman was wearing a bright red coat and was nestling her head on the man's shoulder. His coat, a light brown, billowing out at the bottom as he was walking forward. Happy and content expressions on their faces, loving even. At least, that's what the man in the office imagined they would be, it was hard to tell. There was a snow white Yorkshire terrier was rummaging around under a log a little way ahead of the pair.
The man now swung round to look at the other wall. It was just one great, big notice board. He got up and walked towards it. Running his finger down a list on one of the sheets of paper pinned there, he began to rub his face with the other hand. It was a list of dates of official dinners he had to attend. He hated those. He'd much rather get on with his job which was to protect and save people. Sighing, he went and sat back down, picking up the note that Stephanie had left on his desk: PM called. You should probably call back. He picked up the phone and started dialling.
Outside, Freya's black Mercedes was pulling up to the barrier in front of the building. Winding the window down, she flashed the guard in the booth her ID badge, informing him that they were here on official business. After being let through, they drove down the courtyard towards the entrance to the building. In the middle of the courtyard was a large fountain with a huge statue of Captain Omega as its centrepiece. The car swung round it, pulling up outside the doors. Just like the main building for the police headquarters, this building was also a very modern build in its design and architecture. The four detectives got out and stared up at the huge 'OLYMPUS ' letters plastered onto the glass.
"Can't believe we're back here," Chris moaned. "Oh c'mon now, it's not so bad," Aurora said, giving Chris a rye smile. "Remember, we're here on business, we're looking for answers not a big happy reunion," Ed snapped, fully focused on the task at hand, her thirst to find answers getting the better of her usual good nature.
The automatic doors swung open and the four of them marched into the lobby, striding with purpose, not pausing to look around. Then again, they already knew this building as if it itself were an old friend. They were now stood at the main reception desk, each giving the receptionist an impatient look as he ignored them and continued typing on his keyboard. Ed cleared her throat and the receptionist glanced over slightly before immediately spinning round, staring wide-eyed at Ed, his mouth hanging open.
"What's wrong buster? You work for Olympus. Haven't you ever seen a dog-person before?" Ed snarled at him as he continued to stare. "Erm, we're here to see your boss," Freya jumped in, trying just to get on with business. "My boss?" the man queried as he shook his head and diverted his attention to Freya. "Yes. The super who is head of Olympus. We're here to see him," Freya explained. "Oh you can't do that. No one gets to see him without an appointment," the receptionist bluntly stated. "We are here on official business," Aurora put across. "I'm sorry. I can't let you up," he refused to give way. "Get him on the phone," Chris aggressively blurted out. "I'm sorry I can't….." "Now!" Chris interrupted him with a stern and threatening look on her face. The receptionist didn't argue any longer. He picked up the phone and called the office upstairs.
The phone rang on Stephanie's desk. She picked it up and recited her usual line. "Hello this is Mega Man's office, how may I help you?" After the information from the receptionist downstairs had been relayed to her, Stephanie got up and walked towards the other office's door. She knocked before entering as the man in there was still on the phone.
"…..that's no problem Prime Minister……..yes……..absolutely…….well we try hahaha……..alright……thank you……goodbye."
The man finished his conversation and put the phone down. He rubbed his brow before turning his attention to Stephanie who was still stood in the doorway.
"Yes Stephanie?" the man smiled at her. He always made sure to keep a friendly relationship with staff. "I got a call from the lobby, there are four persons here to see you. Apparently it's official business," she reported to him. "Oh? Did they say who they were?" "No. But the receptionist did say that one of them was a dog-person." "Thank you Steph. Send them up," he ordered as his eyes widened with excitement, his beaming smile returning in even finer form than before. There was only one person this 'dog-person' could be.
After getting the all clear from the receptionist, the four women headed over to the elevator, going up. The elevator doors opened and they all strode out in unison, walking down the corridor towards the offices at the end of it. The guard let them through the doors, saluting as he did so.
"Steph!" Aurora cried as she entered the first office, embracing her old friend. "Rora! Oh my gosh!" Steph was equally excited as she too rushed to enter the embrace. "This is going to be so awkward," Chris mumbled to herself, grimacing as she did so. "Wha? What have you guys been up to?" Steph looked around at each of them, smiling all the while. "Oh this and that," Aurora tentatively remarked, not wanting to give anything away. "Can we go in and see him now?" Chris shattered the happy mood that had washed over Steph and Aurora. "Sure," Steph said gloomily, the smile had well and truly been wiped from her face.
Stephanie led them over to the other office's door before knocking and re-entering again. The man was stood at the window, staring out over the London skyline, rubbing his hands in excitement. He turned around to look at his four visitors, a smile stretching from ear to ear spread right across his face.
"Hey Herb," Aurora squealed like a little school girl as she frantically waved at him before rushing over to hug him. "Aww come 'ere guys," Ed too was now smiling as she went up and bear hugged the pair of them, lifting them off the ground. Once Ed had grounded Aurora and Herbert, Freya also joined the group hug, smiling gently as she did so. Chris just stood next to Steph in the doorway with her arms folded, the smile had returned to Steph's face though.
"Oh my God, guys! What are you doing here? Not that I'm unhappy to see any of you of course," Herbert chuckled once Ed had broken the hug after a few minutes. "Unfortunately this is a business call not a social one," Aurora admitted, smiling back at him. "That's a shame," Herbert looked down, "but I'll do what I can to help of course," he began smiling again. "Because that's what you do isn't it? Right Mega Man?" Chris mocked him as she unfolded her arms and stepped forward. "Chris please," Freya stepped across her, halting her advance, "now's not the time for petty squabbles from the past," she reasoned with her. "Alright then," Chris conceded as she took a step back. "I'll leave you guys to it," Steph said as she exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Herbert sat back down in his chair and gestured to the others to sit in the two chairs on the other side of his desk. Aurora and Freya occupied the chairs, Ed was too big for them so she stood behind the others. Chris remained by the door, arms folded again.
"So?" Herbert began, still smiling, "What do you need?" "We need help with a case we're working on. As you know, we are now working as a team of private investigators, specialising in 'special' cases," Freya began to explain, her tone very calm and authoritative, she sat with immaculate posture. "In the past year, there have been three identical murders in the London area where the cause of death has been a complete drain of all bodily fluids," Aurora continued their explanation, "no signs of puncture marks anywhere on the bodies. Nothing." "So that would suggest the possible use of an ability?" Herbert pondered. "Yes," Freya replied. "So you want to know if Olympus has any supers on the database that have an ability that could do this?" Herbert concluded. "Yes and no," Aurora answered.
Ed began to fidget around in the bag she had slung over shoulder. She pulled out the case reports for the three victims in London and a few sheets of paper she had scribbled down the details of all the other cases from around the world on. Ed handed them over to Herbert for him to look at. He quickly scanned through the documents, soaking in as much of the information as he could. This certainly was a strange case.
"Hmmm…" Herbert mulled over what he had just read, processing the information, "eight cases from all around the world, all identical?" "That's right. And we don't have any leads," Freya stated. "So besides information from the Olympus database, what else do you need?" Herbert asked. "Information about her…" Chris said as she walked up and pointed to the picture of Shannon Rose in her file, "Shannon Rose is the latest victim. Just like all the other cases, hers is identical with one exception. There was an Olympus business card in one of her pockets. Not her purse, her pocket. I thought only those who Olympus had contacted directly received one of these nowadays? Do you recognise her?" Chris began to probe Herbert. "No…..I don't," Herbert seemed to express genuine concern upon receiving this information. "You're sure?" Freya quizzed him. "Yes I'm sure. It's true, we don't give cards out to anyone willy-nilly, not even when we go into schools to give talks. Only when there's an incident with an unregistered super do we give them a card so that they can make the choice of whether or not they want to join us," Herbert clarified. "You give them a choice!?" Chris scoffed, "You mean, you give them a chance to join Olympus or be hunted by them?" she scowled at Herbert. He got up and went back to the window before turning round to face them all.
"Look, after the attack on Olympus, we've had to really crack down on super villains and vigilantes. If you're not with Olympus but practicing your abilities then you have to be considered a threat to the public. The only reason you guys aren't behind bars is because you're at least registered as private investigators who are sometimes hired by the authorities. Having said that, I've had to convince a lot of people in Parliament you aren't a threat on many occasions. If supers are given these cards then it's usually left up to me to go and convince them to join Olympus, that's part of my job. I'd rather see them safe under my supervision than have me hunt them down. It's not nice going after your own kind you know," Herbert disclosed to them. "The fact that this girl has a card without me knowing is very disturbing. But I will look into it," he resolved.
Ed began to gather the papers up and put them back into her bag. Aurora and Freya rose from their seats. Chris just turned the other way.
"Thank you Herbert, you've been a great help," Freya said with a smile. "I'll let you know if I find anything," he smiled back. "You still have my number right?" Chris said as she turned around, giving Herbert a half-smile. "Course I do," Herbert's smile dropped into a softer, more affectionate one. "We'll be in touch then," Aurora assured him as she gave him a hug. "Yeh. Be sure to forward all the information you have directly to me and I'll be sure to send you any information I find on the Olympus database," Herbert planned out. "Will do," Ed replied as the four of them exited the office.
Herbert turned away to his window again. He gazed out onto the city. His mind scrambled, all over the place. What was going on? There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. Something was going on behind his back, he could sense it, in fact, he'd been suspicious something was up for quite some time. Whatever it was, he would get to the bottom of it.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 12:44:54 GMT
1. I hate the name Mega Man, but I'll let it slide.
2. Herbert is badass here, I approve.
3. Make the next part so I can read it.
4. Bye!
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Post by Sleuth on Jan 15, 2017 12:49:17 GMT
you're just mad that mega man is a perfect name for herb and you didn't think of it first. i love the idea of an all-girl investigative team. and ed being super into questioning people. and buster is so being added to ed's list of nicknames
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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 16, 2017 2:06:05 GMT
Episode 3- Home-Boy
Chris was the first to walk back into their office down at police headquarters. She slumped back down in her chair, swiping her coffee cup from the table and taking a swig. She grimaced as she did so as the coffee had gone cold. Rubbing her face with her free hand she replaced the coffee back onto the table. By now the others had come in and sat down.
"Right so what's the plan now?" Aurora enquired. "We should file all the documents properly and get them up onto the system, Ed if you could see to that please," Freya began listing instructions, "Aurora, go back down to the morgue and get them to pull up the autopsy files on Daniel Wells and Hannah Willis, see if they had an Olympus card on them too. Chris," Freya paused at this point, she could Chris was just staring off into space; her brow had furrowed, "Chris go get us some more coffee. I have a phone call to make."
They each did as they were told, there was a lot to do, there always was so they usually just went with whoever's plan came out first. Besides, each task was assigned to the person most suited for it. Ed was great with detail and took great care and precision with her work. Aurora was great with people, nice, friendly and not at all brash. Chris, well Chris knew how to make good coffee but she wasn't a bad detective either. Freya was usually the one who dealt with whoever it was that hired them. Her upper class upbringing gave the group a certain sense of respectability as Freya seemed to have the right tone and presence about her.
After a while Aurora returned from the morgue, more files in hand. She tossed them into the middle of the desks and gave out a huge sigh as she plonked herself in her chair. She seemed worn out.
"Nothing then I take it?" Freya presumed. Aurora simply nodded. "Well I tried to get a hold of the autopsy reports for all the other victims but Whitehall just flat out refused," Freya admitted, "how's the filing coming along you two?" she turned to Ed and Chris. "All done," Ed said with a smile, proud of her work. "Okay then. Chris, will you send those to Herbert like we said we would?" Freya requested. "Doing it now," Chris replied as she began to type on her keyboard. "I think we can call it a night then," Freya said with a deflated tone, "Tomorrow we'll go check out Mr. Wells and Mrs Willis' homes again. We may have missed something," she planned. The others just nodded in agreement.
They all bid each other good night as they went their separate ways for the evening. Freya got in her black Mercedes while Aurora went over to her little blue Toyota Aygo 4. Ed lived within running distance, which she didn't mind, it was good for her to stretch her legs. Chris just flung on a leather jacket, zipping it up halfway before placing her helmet on her head as she clambered onto her moped and revved the engine, the back wheel spun violently as she pulled away and drove off. Ed watched and waved at the others as they each drove off in sequence: Chris, Freya then Aurora.
Freya pulled in to the underground car park that was underneath the block of apartments she lived in. Getting out, she retrieved her satchel from the boot and locked the car as she walked away. A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened and Freya walked out, down the corridor towards her apartment. The hallway in her apartment wasn't grand but it was wide enough that you didn't feel cramped. Just off the hallway was a rather large bathroom. Tiled floors and walls with a mirror taking up most of the back wall. To its right, a large bath with a standing shower in it. Opposite the bathroom was a small room that was used for storage though it was just about big enough to fit a single bed in. A little further down was the master bedroom. In it was a king-sized bed with a bedside table on either side. Both had lamps on them but only one had a book, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. The position of the bookmark seemed to indicate that Mr. Darcy was about to propose. Opposite the bed was a non-working fireplace with a mantelpiece which had all sorts of ornaments on. Above the fireplace, another large mirror, either side of the fireplace, were two separate wardrobes. At the end of the hallway was a spacious open planed kitchen-dinner-living area.
A man was sat at the table, eating. He was of average height, had green eyes, messy dark hair with a rather prominent goatee. Freya walked over to the man, placing her satchel down on a chair.
"Hello home-boy," she lovingly smiled at him as she sat down. "Evening," the man chuckled, "You're home rather late. How was your day?" "Long and arduous," Freya wearily replied, "we're back on to 'that' case again." "Oh," the man's face dropped a little, he seemed almost annoyed. "Though we might be making a breakthrough with it," she said with a little spark of hope in her eyes. "Yeh, how so?" the man perked up. "Well…….it has something to do with Olympus," at these words, the man's face turned to thunder at the very mention of that name. "What have they done now!?" he angrily exclaimed. "Nothing that we know of. It might not actually be them who are at fault, it's just our only lead led us there today," Freya explained, trying to calm him down. "Well of course it's their fault! Everything always is!" the man cried out as he abruptly shot up from his chair, his anger swelling inside him. "Alex calm down!" Freya responded in kind, "We went to see Herbert, we're working with him, we're going to solve this," she assured him. "Oh? And just what is it exactly you guys will be solving together? Why did your lead take you to Olympus?" Alex interrogated as he sat back down. "As I've told you before, we suspected the killer was a super with the ability to drain 'life' away. Well it turns out the latest victim might also have been a super as she had an Olympus card on her. We went to see Herbert to find out if he knew the victim. He didn't. But he's going to look on the database and see of he can find her and any super with an ability that matches our killers," she explained in great detail. "So you're going after someone who can just drain your life away and who might be possibly hunting supers!?" Alex concluded, "That's it, I'm going with you." "No!" Freya refused to hear of this. "Why not!? I'm Zero the Master of Gravity and all I do is make TV commercials! C'mon Freya, when we were all part of our team back in the day, I was one of the most powerful and you know it. You guys need me. There's only you and Chris who are really any good for combat, you need more firepower," Alex tried to argue his case. "We have Herbert if need be." "Oh yes and how is Mega Man? Still a pacifist? You know he wouldn't kill this guy if he had to." "And you would!?" "If I had to, yes!"
It was at this point the pair of them stopped yelling at each other and just looked away, sad expressions across their faces. Freya and Alex married three years ago and had managed to keep their relationship going even through the hard time of Olympus being nearly destroyed. They and their friends had joined and formed their own team and they were by far the best. However, after the fall of Olympus, some of them, like Alex, left. Over time, they all eventually left Olympus, save Herbert, who rose to become its number one super. It was as they left Olympus that Freya, Aurora, Ed and Chris decided to stay together as a team. Alex only refrained from becoming a vigilante because of the increased crackdown and because he did not wish to leave Freya alone. After a few minutes they both looked up at each other and smiled softly.
"I just don't want you getting hurt," Alex admitted, speaking gently, "we've lost enough people; James, Kirk, Signe. I know Aurora won't be getting over that any time soon." "Yeh I know. It's been a tough seven years," Freya looked down at the ground, tears beginning to build at the back of her eyes. "Come 'ere," Alex softly said as he stood up and walked over to Freya.
He pulled her up out of her chair and embraced her tightly, so tight that she felt she might be crushed. Alex always felt at peace whenever he embraced his wife, she was his world after all. He kissed her on the top of her head before reeling back slightly and brushing her hair behind her ears. "I can't lose you," he whispered softly as tears started to fill his eyes. "You won't," Freya smiled back at him as she tenderly locked their lips together.
Over in his penthouse suite, Herbert tossed and turned in his bed, his sleep haunted by the vision he was having. Most of Herbert's nightmares were made up of past memories and regrets that still plagued his mind but tonight, his precognitive dreaming ability was kicking in for the first time in a long time. These new revelations that had been sprung upon him must have triggered something in his mind. Breathing heavily and breaking out into a cold sweat, Herbert tried to concentrate and focus on the images that were forming in his head.
He could see a beautiful, middle-aged woman with long, flowing blonde hair in a white dress and yellow gloves that came up to her elbows. She was facing off against a short dark figure. Herbert couldn't make out any of their features, not even possible gender. The figure seemed to be wearing a long black trench coat that went as far down as their ankles. Their entire face and head was covered by a large hood. Herbert thought it could be the Redeemer, but the figure was too short and the Redeemer had been dead for seven and a half years.
The pair seemed to be having a conversation. What about though? Herbert could only see, he couldn't hear. They seemed to be in some sort of abandoned warehouse as it was dark but Herbert could still tell that they were in a wide open area with empty wooden crates scattered about the place. Above them he could see broken windows, a stereotypical derelict building.
Suddenly, the woman began to hurl the crates at the figure opposite her as she frantically waved her arms around. Did she have telekinesis? Was it Preservation? Herbert had believed her to have vanished during Olympus' crackdown on villains and vigilantes. The dark figure however, seemed completely unphased by the woman's attack. The crates all seemed to swerve around them, missing altogether. The woman now levitated shards of broken glass in front of her before firing them across the room at the figure. This time, the figure seemed to release some kind of force field as the glass shattered when it hit.
Time seemed to skip ahead a bit as the dark figure was now stood over the woman who was lying on the ground, beaten. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her white dress heavily stained by her own blood. "You don't deserve your power!" Herbert heard the dark figure growl as they stared down at their victim. The dark figure suddenly slammed their hand down on the woman's face, covering the mouth and nose. The woman began to scream though the sound was muffled by the gloved hand that was squeezing her face. All of a sudden, the colour from her cheeks began to fade and the light in her eyes dwindled. The screaming stopped and so did the woman's struggle against her attacker.
Herbert shot up in bed, sweat flung off his body, screaming at the top of his lungs. He swung his legs round and sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, eyes wide open. More sweat began to pour down from his brow so he wiped it with his forearm. He grasped his sides and began to violently shake. In agony, he began to writhe in pain as he collapsed off the bed and onto the floor. It felt like the pain that had been inflicted on the woman was being inflicted on him. Herbert was in this state of shock for no more than about ten minutes before he crawled back over to the bed and slumped against the side of it. He was still breathing heavily and sweat was still dripping down his muscular body.
Herbert began to wonder. What had he just seen? Who were those people? He was pretty sure the woman was Preservation but how could it be? She'd be over forty by now and been in hiding for years, why would she show herself now? Had it already happened? Was it happening as he was seeing it in his dream?
He got up and went to the bathroom to swill his face. Staring at himself in the mirror he mumbled: "We're in trouble."
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Post by UraharaSteph on Jan 16, 2017 2:45:42 GMT
This is my favourite instalment so far! I loved the Freya and Alex bit, especially about Alex doing commercials XD Also the dream was super interesting as well So wonderfully written and I'm excited for the next bit!
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Post by Zero on Jan 16, 2017 16:00:27 GMT
Only just found this and I approve so much!! I love bitter old Alex with his deadly edge (though I think he's far too anti-establishment to ever get into ads or Olympus!)
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Post by dbzbabe on Jan 16, 2017 16:33:41 GMT
Hahaha yeh I saw that Alex was studying film so I just picked a random possible job that field of study could lead to. Also it's a quiet, out of the way kinda job where no one would ever suspect he's a super so it's basically a convenient job where he can lay low despite the fact that he despises it. That was my trail of though anyway.
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