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 Pop! Goes the Weasel [Drugged Plot Starter/OPEN]

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PostSubject: Pop! Goes the Weasel [Drugged Plot Starter/OPEN]   Sat Oct 01, 2016 9:44 pm

The security was abysmal here, Turner felt embarrassed for all his comrades who'd had their arses royally kicked by these children. Here he was, dressed all in black, looking like the shadiest motherfucker to walk this earth and yet not a soul was here to stop him. What did a guy need to get a little attention around here? A neon sign? An automatic rifle?

Looking over his shoulder, he locked eyes with Claire, the tiny blonde grinning a little too toothily for comfort as she cleared her throat. If she wasn't so fucking crazy, she'd even be hot, but he had a strict policy of not sticking dick in crazy. And to the side of her stood another nutjob, Jew- something. So chink with more issues than even a normal member of their fucked up organisation. Turner thanked God that the other two infiltration teams were less fucked up, one of them was even a former member of this school, his knowledge of where shit was had been invaluable. If only Agrona had approved of this mission and helped, maybe they could have taken care of this school forever but she seemed to get her panties in a knot whenever someone tried to do something funny with the school.

They would have to settle for giving the kiddies a good scare and stealing all their files on current and potential gifted kids. Some of the fancier skilled ones sold for quite a mint on the market. With the fancy grade weapons around these days, people liked a little human touch, and a gifted bodyguard, that was all the rage in the right places. Maybe they'd 'nab a few of these kids, raise up. His powers couldn't permanently control them, but ten years ago, he could barely make a man hand over his wallet. Who knew what he might be able to accomplish with a little time.

"Ready?" He wasn't a complete arse, he was kind enough to ask out of courtesy. For that, he got the chink sliding into the ground and disappearing, and Claire running off to god only knew where. "I'll take that as a yes."

'Kids, Order 66.'

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PostSubject: Re: Pop! Goes the Weasel [Drugged Plot Starter/OPEN]   Sun Oct 02, 2016 8:32 pm

"Damn, where is it...?"

He didn't have a bad sense of direction. Usually. But for whatever reason, he couldn't figure this place out. Elliot turned the map over, and again, and again, a groan of exasperation building up in his throat while he walked down some empty backstreet. This place might as well have been a ghost town, because he hadn't seen another soul since he'd left the school, so he couldn't even ask for directions, even if he wanted to. There couldn't be more than a few hundred people living in a little village like this, so how hard could it be to find this stupid 'blacksmith,' or whatever he was called?

Too hard, apparently.

Elliot crumpled the map up in his hand and threw his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. Is it even worth it? Maybe it'd be better to cut his losses and head back before he ran out of daylight. This is exhausting.

All at once, it hit him.

A familiar chill down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Something he'd felt before. It was the cold. He took a step back, glancing around through the lifeless streets.

You could call it a bit of a sixth sense.

Elliot's frown twisted.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard the first screams and explosions.

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PostSubject: Re: Pop! Goes the Weasel [Drugged Plot Starter/OPEN]   Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:16 pm

Cracking his knuckles, Turner strutted through the campus without a care. The explosions, the screaming, the begging of dying children didn't put a dent in his day.

This was just another Tuesday for Agrona's Forces.

"Move it, runt." Turner gave the kid a rough shove when he came across Elliot, not interested in him at all. He was here for the files, he'd leave the mass murder and mayhem to the experts, not that he couldn't cause a little chaos himself. However, Mind Control wasn't exactly the most aggressive gift, and he knew full well that some of these kids could pack a real punch. He'd stick to toying with the hot secretary and getting all the info. Someone else, maybe the chink, could take care of 'nabbing some of these kiddies.

He was just the dude with the jedi mind tricks.

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PostSubject: Re: Pop! Goes the Weasel [Drugged Plot Starter/OPEN]   Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:44 pm

A man in black.

The cold crept through his limbs, a paralyzing venom flooding through his veins, locking him in place. He shoved past him with just two words, "Move it, runt." It flooded through his head, resonated in his skull, numbing out all his thoughts, an incontrovertible command that hijacked and overrode every signal in his body like a virus. Elliot went stumbling away, obedient, the trance settling over his consciousness.

Gift... ed...

Elliot dragged his foot across the concrete, halting with a sharp jerk. Something like a switch flipped in his head, and then it flowed through him, like blood, like water, pouring out through the conduit in his chest. The haze gripping his mind scattered, dissipated, blew apart, clearing the fog from his head. Dark fumes rose from his shoulders, a black aura that enveloped his whole body.

He could feel it. He could hear it. Rage and terror vibrated through the air from the direction of the school, thrumming, rippling. The man behind him... Power flowed off him. Mind control.

They'd come all the way here.

A blade slipped out of Elliot's sleeve and into his fingers. He turned on his heel, letting out a ragged breath.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

This place was supposed to be safe.

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