RPG-Superhumans (Page 27 of 40)

ummmm do you mean symbiote??

Chromium thought now would be a fine time to tell Haze his life story, so he would answer her question in time.

"I'll tell you along the way to where your father is. At the moment I need to make a quick stop however." He told Haze

"Where?" She asked, finishing her kebob and telekinetically steering the stick into a nearby trash can.

"The bell tower, I need to pick something up."

Chromium lifted wrapped his arms around Haze and vice versa. He looked into her eyes again before blasting off again into the sky. He flew higher than usualy this time, not wanting to be seen by the police. They reached the tower and Chromium quickly walked in, grabbed his thick black cloak and put it on, and took flight again with Haze.

"Before I begin my story and we look for your father, tell me, what is your name? You know mine, and ive been wondering what yours was." Chromium asked Haze as they soared through the sky.

Okay

Name: Rocky Parks
Age:27
Villain.
A simple healing power

Any more on that??? like powers? or anything? maby an apearance?

"Very well, im new to this city of course so... lead the way." Chromium told Haze

She pointed him in the right direction and they continued their journey.

"Well? Whats your story? We had a deal..." Haze told Chromium after several moments of silence.

"Ah yes...that...alright."

(This next post will be kinda long.. so give me some time to compose it all )

"Well, I already told you how my powers came about, thats the most interesting part about my life I guess. But I havent told you anything about my early life.

I was born in Princeton, New Jersey and raised there and in Montana and California. My parents liked to move around alot and travel the world. I usually went with them, and it was fun for the most part. Seeing all those amazing places and wonderful things of course. Yet I never had a stable relationship with friends or girlfriends because of the constant moving. It was quite lonely at times, but life goes on.

After high school I attended Brown University and studied majored in biochemistry and minored in geology. After I got my Ph.D I started doing work for Boston University.....

....Thats when I met Sophia Torrens. She was a professor of Engineering there at the time. We spent some time together after working together to develop a way to unearth the old subways under Boston and create better frames to hold them open. We hit it off pretty well and we had a genuine love for one another. We got married 3 years after we first met.

And thats when I got the call from the government about the meteorite they found in the Northern most reaches of the planet with the silver liquid inside it. Naturally, with my credentials, I was perfect for the job of investigating it, and strengthening its healing power. At first, I denied it because I loved Boston and Sophia wanted to stay as well. However they insisted and offered an insane income. It wasnt greed however that curved my choice to stay, I just wanted to start a family with Sophia and I wanted to be able to give them what ever their hearts desired. So I agreed.

They moved us to Southern Nevada and provided everything for us. Life was quite comfortable. My lab was located deep within the depths of Area 51. It was quite exciting. I saw many things... But thats another story. Anyways, after about a year of working there my father died of old age and my mother soon followed a few months afterwards. She really couldn't live without him. It was very hard for me naturally, their deaths being so close together and them being my only friends when I was young. Sophia helped me get through it of course, bless her. We thought about moving back to Boston to relax, but I needed to finish my project. It would revolutionize medicine and first aid around the world.

Well, you know what happened after that. The silver liquid, now named Quintolorium, took over my body and I became a super. I dont remember exactly how I came upon the name Chromium, but I think it was from some help from the media. This happened at the time right after I became controlled by the symbiote and it made me insane. I nearly completely destroyed Area51 and the surrounding dwellings. I returned home and Sophia already knew what was going on. She tried to get me to calm down and explain what had happened when the military showed up and tried to subdue me. Naturally I destroyed them all, but I thought that Sophia had betrayed me and called them in on me. She hadn't, they just followed me I discovered later. In my anger and crazed state....I killed Sophia. I killed her. My wife, my friend, my love. I killed her.

Her death began the rebellion of my mind and body against the symbiote. I fought with it for 4 months in the desert before I could finally recall it back into my body. Several months after that I leanred how to completely control it. Now im learning how to control it while it isn't connected to me. However, then, the military was still after me. I sought them out and spoke with the head of Area 51, General Decant, and we struck a deal. All charges would be lifted from me if I worked for them for one year and did their bidding. I agreed.

They sent me to do anything and everything for them. Of course I was unbeatable. No other military or terroist division could stop me. They tried to duplicate the Quintolorium, yet it seemed impossible. Eventually, Decant saw the inhumanity of the slave like bidding I was doing for the government and he released me.

Then I came here...and I met you."

Flame was had found Oni, at least, he hoped so. He reached the car where, Oni and Jericho were, apparently out of gas. Oni spoted him. "Hey, buddy, where you been?"

Flame looked at him, his face, as usual, mostly unreadable(Its the lizardyness) "We need your help. Now."

"Uh, whos 'we'"?

"Just come on. Jericho too."

Oni hesitated, clearly uneasy "Alright, lets go." And with that, they were on their way back.

"About 3 years, it was ok though. I actually enjoy solitude most of the time. Or I used to..." He said looking into Haze's eyes.

"Hold up." Oni held back Flame and Jericho.

"We need to go now." Flame growled, growing impatient.

"Listen bubelah, either we go in right now, half-cocked, or we go in later, fully armed. Which woud you prefer?"

The point was well made. They were close to the museum, anyway. Hidden under the exhibit for Feudal Japan was another of Oni's special bases.

"Make yourselves comfy guys, this shouldn't take long." Oni entered a weapons closet, which was seemingly completely empty.

"See, after all the crap that's gone down, everyone's looking for me, or rather, looking for Oni. But a new player...someone unheard of...he could slip under the radar better than Oni's whose mask is all over the tabloids." As he spoke, Oni removed his mask, and pressed a button on wall in the closet he stood in. Cords and cables fried from all around him, connecting to his suit.

"Time for an upgrade." Smoke poured from the various tubes and a metal door slid down in front of Oni.

"I'm altering my suit's appearances and weapons systems. I'm dumping the tranqs and repulsor rays. They're both pretty lame in the grand scheme of things. Also, my forearm blades are out. I'm upping the strength enhancers and adding some speed and agility enhancers. As for appearances..."

The door slid open, and Oni, unmasked, stood in an armor that closely resmebled the armor worn by japanese shoguns, only all black. Aleksander, Oni no longer, picked up his old demon mask and split it in half. He picked up a mask resembling that of a shogun.

"Last night, when all the shat went down, I lost my purpose in life. All  worked so hard for got blown to hell. I'm a wanderer without a purpose, a traveller without a home, a samurai without a master. Or rather, Oni was. I'm not Oni anymore."

"Then...what are you,huh?"

"Oh..." Aleks winked before covering his face with his mask. "Call me Ronin."

“What?” Haze asked picking up the look between her parents.

“This shape-shifter wouldn’t happen to own a bar called Happy Harry’s by any chance?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah he would.” Haze said looking from her father to her mother, “You know him don’t you?”

“You mean you don’t remember Uncle Harry?” Tristan said.

Haze slapped herself on the forehead, “Am I related to everyone in this damn place?”

Helen shook her head, “He’s not related. He was your father’s side kick.”

“Oh man, that’s even worse.” Haze sat as she sat down on the lounge.

Tristan shook his head, “You don’t understand, Harry can’t mimic me. He’s never been able to.”

Haze covered her eyes with her hand, “Why couldn’t I just have a normal family.”

Helen sat down beside her daughter and placed her hands on Haze’s shoulders. “What your father is trying to say is that Harry could never defeat him. You see Harry imitated me to try and destroy us. That’s when you saw the fighting between what looked like your father and I. We didn’t tell you what was going on because we were so scared that Harry would hurt you.”

Haze watched her parents for a moment and could see the truth in their eyes. “You should have told me.”

“You were fifteen, you wouldn’t have listened to us.” Tristan said defending his wife.

Haze shook her head, “I’m twenty-seven now, surely you could have said something.”

“We tried to but you didn’t want anything to do with us.” Tristan said in response.

Haze sat in silence for a moment mulling over the information. “So what can we do about Harry?”

“We wait,” said Helen.

“Wait?” Haze said in amazement.

“Yeah,” her father grinned. “Harry is limited to how many super’s he can imitate. I think it’s about ten and he can only be one at a time, which means he can only have one super’s power at one time. He has to shift into the form of the one he wants to be before he can use their power. Wait until he’s picked someone you know is easy to take down and there’s your angle.”

“That sounds too easy,” Tanis said breaking the silence.

“It’s not so hard, once you know how.” Tristan said as he laid his arm across his wife’s shoulders.

-

Haze and Tanis stepped out of her parent’s house and out into the street. Haze felt like she was suffering from information overload.

“I guess we should find the others.” Haze said as she stared blankly into the distance.

“I think you need some quiet time. You’re parents certainly dropped a bomb shell on you.” Tanis said as he notice her far off gaze.

Haze blinked coming back to herself, “Okay maybe we should go back to the park for a while.”

The pair walked back to the park and found a park bench to sit down on. Tanis sat close to Haze and draped an arm around her shoulders. “Just breathe,” he said quietly.

Jack and Desdemona lost track of Darklight and Void as Darklight had taken Void somewhere in a bubble of light.

“Let’s fly after them,” Jack said then quickly quietened down as a few people looked their way. “We better get the ‘copter ready.” He said to cover himself.

Desdemona picked up on Jack’s nervousness but did not understand. She was about to take his hand and fly when he yanked her arm hard.

“We need to stay on the ground,” Jack whispered to her.

“But you just said…” Desdemona started.

“Let’s walk to the car,” Jack said loud enough for the other people to hear. They had crowded around to watch Darklight and Void fight. Now that it was over people were starting to thin out.

“What do you wish to do?” Desdemona asked, not understanding the words he used.

“Let’s just walk away for now,” Jack said leading them away from the crowd. When they were finally alone Jack stopped, “Do you know where Darklight took Void?”

“Not exactly but I could find them.” Desdemona answered as she looked up to the sky. “Why are you afraid?” she asked picking up on his edginess.

“I’m not afraid. I’m nervous, I heard that the city is out to ‘collect’ supers.” Jack said as he began to pace.

“Supers?” Desdemona asked, not understanding.

“Those with powers beyond the norm for humans.” Jack clarified.

“Oh, I see.” Desdemona said as she watched Jack move back and forward, she reached out a hand to stop him. “We can still walk to find Darklight and Void.”

“Oh I think we can do better than that,” Jack grinned, “I’ll get my scooter.”

"Ah Bessie how missed you."  His scooter was still parked where he left it back what seemed oh so long ago when he first met Flame and the others.  And it had accumulated parking tickets.

"Crap.  Good thing I insured it in Darklight's name.  Hehe."  Jack hopped on to his scooter, "Come on Dessy, we need to get going."  She tentatively stepped onto the scooter.  Jack was off.  He felt free again.  Just him and his baby. 

"Nice scooter fruitcake!"  Some guy in a Mustang pulled up next to him and yelled at him.

"I'll have you know it's my totally manly transportation vehicle.  Geez have people changed much since your time, sometimes they are so judgmental."

Jack made his way where Desdemona told him approaching the scene of the battle.