[Evolved] Event: Collision Course
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				Title: <strong>[Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 13:30:46</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Collision Course</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">For the scene involving the GM Event - Collision Course<br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] Ashford Junction | August 12, 2017 | 11:45am<br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Group:[/b]<br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 03:40:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.birminghamtimes.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/static1.squarespace.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Cave Complex some miles outside of Las Vegas | August 11, 2017 | 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Inerrant Lust, Deamonbane, Orange Marmalade, Juggtacular, MiraMirror, Knarfy <br><strong>Group:</strong> 3<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming together<br><hr><br>Despite becoming a standalone military power with nearly unlimited political clout, Tac 6 were not all knowing, and they were not infallible. In fact, becoming so powerful so fast made them foolish. A Juggernaut did not think himself vulnerable, and that was exactly what made him so. Zavimbi had eyes and ears all over the world, despite his power base being in Africa. And even though he was centered there, over the years his web of influence had extended far and wide across the globe. <br><br>So when they did an operation in his backyard, he was guaranteed to know about it. And once their presence and actions in the village were brought to his attention, he set to work. Now the fruits of that labor were about to pay off. Through many different deals, Zavimbi had gathered a group of Evolved with wildly different, but all incredibly useful abilities to help him do one thing...keep Tac 6 from the treasure they'd unearthed. Anything they wanted so badly would of course be bad for any and all Evolved not already under their control. So he would do his best to keep it from them. <br><br>All he'd invited would arrive at different times and by different methods, but they would have all been comfortable the entire journey and brought to the hastily put together base in a cave complex several miles outside of Vegas he'd created since coming here to the US. With the Tac 6 convoy going through Death Valley, Zavimbi himself would be taking part in the action. But even he needed and welcomed help. And once they all arrived, they could get down to business. "Sir," came the voice of a soldier who seemed to be made entirely of purple crystal. "They've started to arrive." He nodded slowly from his spot at the big conference table. "Thank you for the update. But I feel them. Tell the men to double time preparations, Prism. Tomorrow we make our move."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 16:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1428h-wqHU0/U2kPLLosHwI/AAAAAAABoqw/Nh5CjPFYp_o/s1600/0003-JF-3_0019.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Barstow, CA | August 11, 2017 | 8:10pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena, Olivia, Nadia, Julie, Colette<br><strong>Group:</strong> 2<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thinking, stressing.<br><hr>These chairs fucking sucked.<br><br>It's not like he could blame the hotel for having chairs that didn't accommodate his wing span, what with that being – what he assumed – a pretty rare condition that wasn't really on the accessibility checklist. It should have been though. It was new day, a new age! Stupid inconsiderate people. Then again all of his things had to be carefully ordered, specially crafted or otherwise modified to suit him. These were the thoughts that plagued him whilst he stared heavily at the not-nearly-big-enough wood table top in the room. Soon everyone would be joining him. Elena would be bringing her friend from San Francisco. Colette... He paused. Where had she even run off to? Probably to get food, that silly French girl – that gave him a little chuckle, but it was stifled by everything else weighing on his impressively broad shoulders. Elena and Colette would get along, he reckoned.<br><br>The others coming would be here too, soon. Nadia he had called in privately, wanting very much not to get her involved, but if they were going to do this they needed more people – he just didn't know what to expect, and he couldn't be everywhere at once. He had to wonder if she was going to forgive him for this; probably not, but if it kept everyone of them and all the others like them safe for an extra day he could live with some scorn. Finally Olivia would be showing up; his hands flexed on the edge of the table as he rolled that little bit over in his mind. Olivia was the most simply complex person he'd ever encountered and it had absolutely nothing to do with her. Having her and Elena in the same room for any length of time was going to be... A particularly trying experience. The worst part of that was that he had no doubt both of them were going to be completely fine. It was going to be him that was all sorts of weird.<br><br>People aside there was the bigger more looming problem. In like twelve hours they were going to <em>attack</em> a Tac 6 convoy. He was certain that he wanted the out come of successfully doing that, but the thought of stepping out and exposing himself and all of these others? That was tearing at him. Colette had been roped into this by Annie's employers or whatever – a thought that made him glance at the briefcase on one of the nearby beds. He and her, Colette, could have tried this on their own. He didn't need to involve anyone else... But he had. It felt terribly selfish. “Fuck.” He groaned, heaving a heavy sigh. Both elbows propped up on the table and he laid his head into his hands so he could think.<br><br>Absently his thumb curled in over his palm and began to spin his solid wedding band around on his finger; absently and distracted he waited for his make shift group of super heroes to arrive – everyone given the last name to check in under to get their key to the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 07:16:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/7qrx39c5d/Silky_Bust300.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres | Hollow Girl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Cave Complex some miles outside of Las Vegas | August 11, 2017 | 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Inerrant Lust, Deamonbane, Orange Marmalade, Juggtacular, MiraMirror, Knarfy <br><strong>Group:</strong> 3<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming together<br><hr>Silky was excited. <em>Really</em> excited. And maybe a little worried, but mostly excited. <br><br>When she'd gotten the call that some unnamed party wanted to hire her for a 'high risk operation' on short notice, she had been hoping this might be her chance to break into the big leagues. When they told her she had a plane ticket to Vegas as soon as she signed on, that hope grew. Now that she was stepping out of a private car into the desert heat and being lead into some kind of secret underground base... Well that just confirmed it. There was some serious shit going down, and she was going to get to be a part of it. Not that she hadn't taken precautions of course. She still had a double chilling back in San Francisco just in case she needed to bail for whatever reason. <br><br>Silky followed what she assumed was some hired goon into the cave complex, peering around curiously at the hastily assembled supplies and equipment on display. The goon stopped at the entrance to another chamber and motioned her inside. Silky shrugged in response and walked in. The solidly muscled man sitting at the head of the conference table was definitely the guy calling the shots. He owned the room without even trying, and his eyes had the calculating look of someone who was always looking for the winning angle. A look Silky knew fairly well. He was hot too. <br><br>Silky licked her lips, pursing them into a sly smile as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "So you're the boss around here I take it? You the one that called in the muscle too?" She walked with just a hint of strut to an open chair one space down from his seat and plopped into it, putting her feet up in the adjacent chair. "So what exactly are we planning to do out here anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 07:30:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mtv-teenwolf/images/1/18/Scott_McCall_-_Season_3B.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140328000254)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Ken Aldrin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379826#msg12379826)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ashford Junction | August 10, 2017 | 8:00pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Vivienne, Markus, Eva, Kaede, Shirong<br><strong>Group:</strong> 1<br><strong>Content:</strong> Putting the crew together<br><hr><br>Ken couldn't count the number of times he had to move from place to place, avoiding Tac 6's attention wherever he went.&nbsp; He was always on the move, always relocating and finding another safe place to hide.&nbsp; Even with his super speed, he knew he couldn't run forever.&nbsp; It was exhausting at times and every once in a while, he felt like dropping and passing out.&nbsp; Fortunately, there were places in this world that even the Evolved could find sanctuary in.&nbsp; The game store that stood before him was one such place.<br><br>A safe haven for the Evolved.&nbsp; One of the few places in the world where he felt comfortable returning to time and time again.&nbsp; When was the last time he came to this place?&nbsp; Has it been more than a week?&nbsp; A month or two?&nbsp; It couldn't have been an year, could it?<br><br>Whatever the case, he knew that this was the ideal place to meet up with other Evolved.&nbsp; More specifically, this was the best place to meet and discuss about how they were going to take the Mythrium away from Tac 6.&nbsp; He already looked into the flashdrive that Foste gave to him.&nbsp; He recognized the name of one of the people mentioned on that flashdrive.&nbsp; Markus Löfgren, a social worker who helped relocate Evolved.&nbsp; One of those cases was the scientist himself.&nbsp; Ken was convinced that if anyone could find the right people to help him with this, it would be Markus.<br><br>As soon as he entered the Game Store, he looked around, checking to see if Vivienne was working today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 19:47:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Colette Delcroix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379774#msg12379774)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Barstow, CA | August 11, 2017 | 8:12pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>&nbsp; Elena, Olivia, Nadia, Julie, Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Keeping her cool<br><hr><br>It was a short wait before Collette let herself into the room not with food but a brand new suit, a nice navy green pants, jacke, a light blue shirt and a black leather briefcase. It was a lot tidier a look than her usual showy outfits, though no less fancy.<br><br>"This Hotel's really clean" Collette said to Jason, "Barely any rats at all."<br><br>It sounded like genuine high praise from Collette. "No rats" was clearly an option that wasn't on the cards for any hotel. <br><br>"I'll keep their eyes out for anyone looking to butt in who shouldn't belong. You never know when someone might be taking an interest." she said as she pulled herself up a chair and set the case down on the table. It looked like she'd just bought it from a store, mainly because the price sticker hadn't fully come off the side and she'd clearly gotten bored trying to pick it off with her nails.<br><br>She was feeling good about this though. Usually she worked in a team that was completely under her control, but animals didn't have the punch of even a normal person with a firearm, let alone Evolved. She'd done some team ups before but they'd never been this well planned out, at the very worst in her opinion they'd put in a good showing and come away empty handed.<br><br>There were still a few to turn up yet so she didn't talk Jason's ear off. She'd just have to repeat it all when they came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Event: Collision Course</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 18:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.portfolios.ro/proiecte/big/yuri-boyka_446320031111.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Cave Complex some miles outside of Las Vegas | August 11, 2017 | 3:00pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Zavimbi, Silky, Kyle, Max, Aimi<br><strong>Group:</strong> 3<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr>The contact that had been made to him about the job had mentioned something about arriving in class. And they hadn't lied. A first class ticket on a commercial airline had been waiting for him when he left the music festival in Baltimore. He was an escaped convict in Russian, making do as an entertainer that usually traveled in buses or trucks or anything that would take him, really, so luxury when it came to trips across the country had always been more than a little out of his reach. He had spent most of the long flight sleeping, as there hadn't been much time for that during the festival, and enjoying the various vices to be had in the lap of luxury. He had told Chris and Gina that he had to leave early because another gig had come up that was paying a lot but required him to be there on the 11th. They understood and were more than accepting of it, especially when he let them have his pay for the festival to split between themselves.<br><br>The recruiter had promised a very generous payday for whatever this was. They mentioned that it was something about going up against Tac 6, a government institution that had been put up to control and restrict guys like him, so he was on board with both reason to be here. Now just to find out just how demanding this job was. Considering that the recruiter didn't have the details as to what exactly they would be doing and the fact that he has mentioned that Alexei had been contacted for his previous experience, he doubted it was something easily accomplished, or strictly legal for that matter. That or they wanted him to distract the Tac 6 guys and gals with a magic show.<br><br>Anything was possible these days, he thought with a small smile as he disembarked at McCarran. Where there was a limo waiting for him.<br><br>God, it must be good to be rich, Alexei mused as he slipped into the comfortable leather seat in the back of the stretch vehicle. It was a long drive, first leaving the storied city behind and heading out into the desert. There wasn't much to be seen outside, with the windows darkened out to the point where he couldn't see much outside, but there was enough to do inside to keep himself busy while they drove. Did they maybe not want him to know where they were going? No, otherwise they would have put a black bag over his head like the Russians did. This seemed to be going through too much trouble to just be a trick or a trap, so he wasn't overly concerned when the car finally ground to a halt inside a small cave complex in which a lot of work seemed to be put.<br><br>Not much time for sightseeing though, as a pair of gruff men escorted him quickly to a conference room in which two people were already waiting. A man, tall, dark and handsome, was sitting at the head of the table and appeared, from his choice of dress and the confident way in which he carried himself was the big cheese, to use the American idiom, of the organization. The second was a young woman, pretty in that Gothic sort of way, dressed skimpily. He paused briefly as his escort quickly made themselves scarce and shut the door behind them. Snapping out of his small moment of contemplation, he moved to one of the chairs, comfortable chairs too, and faced the two.<br><br>"Hello," He said tentatively, in order to break the silence," I am Mikhalev."
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