OOC: And We’re off.

Across the world a group of people have fitful dreams... flashes of light and stars, a feeling of great power, and enormous potential unlocked.

*A conversation takes place amongst the stars*
“Each person is unique in there perceptions and feelings, their individuality is what will make the determining factor.”

“But what does that have to do with the Guyver tendencies sir?

“Watch and Learn... watch and learn...”

Suburbia, Asheville North Carolina, USA

Beep....be.........p.........BEEP......BE....P..BEEP..BEEP..BEEP
A heavy fist drops on top of the severely annoying Chernobyl style beeping alarm clock.

(For the love of Christ why can’t I ever have a good nights sleep?)

Sith throws off the covers scratches his chest and yawns as he begins his morning routine. 15 minutes later he’s driving to school having forgotten all about his dream from the night before. He sit’s through a lecture from his automotive instructor who keeps it interesting by joking with his students. After laughing and yawning for an hour the class reports for the lab portion in the garage, vulgar humor, swearing, minor injury, and grease covered accomplishment fill the entirety of the average day...

Sith and several of his friends sit at dinner in a dimly lit Tex-Mex restaurant, average quickly coming to an end.

*Straw wrapper flies past Sith’s face as he refocus’s on his friends.*

“You see D, right there proves that you can’t intentionally hit him.”

“No Mouse, that takes a three storie tall tree falling in my direction and a tree branch.”

“Hey look, Sith finally speaks. But, that was a classic; you’ve gotta admit.”

“Yeah, I don’t get him with the falling tree, it’s when I ask him to pick up on the tree branch to free ths saw.”

“And he breaks the limb off, busts his ass on the ground, and rolls down hill into the lake.”

“D, Mel...7-11. Mouse, B E A U...*Looking away from his friends at the table* tiful...”

*His friends follow his gaze to a woman exiting the restaurant*

“Ummm...Guys, I’ll be back.”

“Go get her tiger.” *They all chime in*

Outside in a darker portion of the parking lot.

“ Hey Megan.”

*her pace quickens*

“Meg...*He grabs her wrist* what’s the matter?”

“Let me go, I can’t stay for very long.”

“Why? You shot like a bullet out of the restaurant.”

Figures appear in the shadows.

“Hey Asshole Dat’s my bitch.”

*Sith’s posture straightens, his eye’s narrow*

“Raymond, he’s an old friend who was just leaving.”

*Sith’s arms are restrained and he begins to take a beating*

“RAYMOND WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
*Raymond Raises His hand to her*

*Sith’s eyes focus, his rage issuing forth. His anger, sadness, and melancholy calling forth a command for more power. He form’s a single word.*

“Guyver...”

He doesn’t know where the word came from. Right now he doesn’t care, he’s free and very angry. Sith sees Megan laying on the ground, her nose bloody and he left eye blackened. He looks up at Raymond who’s pulled a 45 and frozen by fear. Sith begins walking forward, eerily ridged.

Raymond fire’s one shot after another, but the figure keeps coming. He pissed his pants, not because his accomplices are heaps of flesh on the ground but because he’s staring into its glowing blue eyes, and turns too run. A massive green and black hand grabs his shoulder, crushing it. The next thing he knows is that he’s tossed skyward by the figure. A blur passes him in the air, and his direction quickly changes downward as a pair of feet are now planted painfully in his belly.

At impact a rain of blood, entrails, and asphalt fills the air. Raymond now twitching and just before death is held up by Sith. His face would be twisted into a twisted sadistic grin if it weren’t hidden by the strange armored face that has replaced it. In the dimly lit parking lot, Sith turns to a group that has formed outside the restaurant with Raymond out front of him and mimics a ventriloquist act uttering “Look Ma, I’m Roadkill! HA HA!” He then spikes Raymond’s corpse and runs at high speed into the distance.

Graveyard Field’s up in the Blue Ridge mountains.

Sith stands gazing into the moonlit water at this thing that has replaced him. His mind flooded with images of the atrocity that he caused. He drops to his knees and smashes the rock with his hands, which crumbles beneath his fists. There was good and bad in this situation, he saved her but at what expense to himself. In rage he dismembered another human being, and joked about it. He looked down at his new hands, the water making the blood swill away from his hands. The words of his father filling his thoughts ‘With Great Power comes great responsibility’. He snickers, “Dad always was fond of Spider-Man.”

A lot of questions were nagging to be answered in the back of his brain, right now he just wanted to go home and sleep.

OOC: And that’s exactly what I’m going to do too.*looks at Kaiser, Gall, Blood, and Sparky* <_< Is everyone happy now? it only took 145 posts. :P

Crown point Indiana

Mr Z woke up after having a very strange dream, it had been pretty real. Strange lights and all sorts of weird things happening.

“Whoah that was pretty intense….it couldn’t have been them could it?” Mr Z had always suspected that beneath the surface of what we saw in this world there was something more. When something odd like this happened he always suspected that there may have been more to the incident then met the eye. But whether it had been aliens, interdimensional enetitys or even a visit to the astral plane, he needed to get up right now.

Mr Z got out some waffles and went down to the basement switching on the tv, another rerun of robot wars was playing on tech tv.

A robot that was supposed to look like a dog had just caught on fire

“Oh man what a hair brained design hahahaha!” he laughed as he ate the waffles.

The day went on as usual, after breakfast he worked on some of his projects and then left for school. As he was going in a large SUV was driving around erratically in front of him. This SUV belonged to Billy Bo Bob a local farmer who right now was 100% drunk.

“Damn SUV, you better move or I’ll kick your ass! That’s right, it’s going to be Bang-zoom straight to the third moon of omacron perseii 8 if you don’t get moving!” Mr Z knew perfectly well he couldn’t kick the SUV’s ass no matter how much he wanted too, but he still said stuff like this anyway.

Mr Z began to move to pass him up but the SUV swerved intot he other lane blocking him.

“Huhuhu…you think I’ll let a little clunker pas me up, you got another thing coming boy *hic * “ Billy Bo Bob slurred as he swerved erratically preventing Mr Z from passing him.

Mr Z was late and bad drivers in SUV’s always pissed him off, with Billy Bobs ridiculous driving it was about ten times worse.

“That’s it! GUYVER!” Mr Z didn’t know why he said it but all of a sudden his car exploded, the SUV in front of him was overturned by the blast.

Mr Z’s first reaction was “Oh bloody hell, my car! Hey…I’m still alive…no I’m not a ghost…” He seemed to be covered in some sort of weird armor.

“What the hell is this….whatever it is it protected me from the exploding car, wonder if it can do anything else…” he walked over and grabbed a stop sign crushing in in his hand and ripping it out of the ground “Hehehe….yes….I think this might not be such a bad thing after all…KYAHAHAHAHAHA “ He let loose a stream of maniacle laughter.

Billy Bob was climbing out of his SUV. “what in tarnation happened?”

“Ahhh…that’s right, my car got wrecked up because of him….” Mr Z walked over to Billy Bob who wet his pants in terror upon seeing him.

“Wh…what are you?”

Mr Z quickly thought up some bullshit story “I’m an alien who came here to destroy your planet or something ….My name is….uhh…”

Mr Z couldn’t think of a good name, he remembered that episode of aqua teen from the other night where meatwad was trying to predict lottery numbers and predicted they would be one, two , three four and Kfive.

“Err, my name is Kfive! Yeah that’s right, I’m Kfive the alien, and I just melted that other guys car with my alien powers….I think I might do the same to you!”

Billy Bob backed away terrified.

“But maybe I’ll reconsider if you take off your clothes and parade your ugly butt around town naked, that’s right put those dirty ass underpants on your head or I’ll hit you with this stop sign!”

Billy Bob quickly complied, after that Mr Z took off “Wow, I can run pretty fast now, this kicks ass….but I wonder how I get this armor off…as cool as this is I’ll have to be careful….maybe I should also go get some money to pay for my car that got totaled…but yes soon one very big frog shall rule over this small insignifigant pond!” Mr Z said to himself quoting Seargent Keroro.

OOC: Yes... I Do talk with myself.. and my voice does change along with my eye color.. it all depends on which of my personas is speaking at the moment.. And I'm sure most of you can figure out who's saying what here. B)
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BloodStorm woke up one morning covered in sweat with a throbbing head from some sort of crazy dream about flashing lights and stuff. "Note to self.. never eat an entire large pizza right before bed... even if it is fresh and hot.. and especially not if you've allready had an entire pizza earlier.. " He grumbled to himself and then got out of bed.

After seeing how fucking cold it was in his house, he crawled back in bed and wrapped himself in the covers. "Fucking broken heating system" he grumbled to himself.

"Kirstie! Go get me a muffin!' He yelled to himself, then got out of bed, went into the kitchen, got a muffin, and went back to bed. "Here ya go!" He said to himself in a cheary voice that sounded like it beloned to a little girl, which would be pretty funny if anyone saw it, since he was a huge guy over 6 feet tall. Deffinatly not a little girl.

He wrapped himself back in the blankets, took the muffin, and ate it in silence.. then screamed at an empty spot in the room "NOVA! Stop breaking shit!"

To anyone unfamiliar with this, it would seem BloodStorm was the victem of multiple personality disorder... allthough he'ld claim that his "personalitys" were all seperate beings.. no one else had ever seen either Kirsty or NOVA..


After playing his gameboy advance for a while, catching a bunch of pokemon and naming them all after sexually transmitted diseases, he finnally got out of bed and left the house, carrying nothing more than $50 in his wallet... and a pack of poptarts or something incase he got hungry.
"Today.. I begin my great crusade!" He said to himself, grabbing his favorite tree-pruner with it's weigted pullstring.. which he'ld use as a combination scythe/flail thing.. Ussually he just kicked his own ass with it as he wasn't very good with it.. but sometimes he could drive people away without needing it. Alot of people ignore you when they think your crazy. "What shall we crusade against?" He asked no one in particular as he walked down the road, using his tree-pruner as a walking stick. A sudden inspiration hit him and he nodded to himself. "We shall crusade against lemon flavored icecream! It shall be an excelent crusade."

He walked into the local gas station and grabbed a chocolate milk from the freezer for all the beverages gas statiosn sell.. this gas station had his favorite brand of chocolate milk... so he came here oftian.. and the attendants knew him well. After he got the milk, he went to the icecream freezer and saw they had lemon popsicles in stock.. so he grabbed the entire carton and took it with him to the register.

The woman at the register raised a brow at all the icecream, and BloodStorm shrugged. "I'm on a crusade, and must dispose of this devil's yogurt" he told her, handing her a wad of bills for the purchase.. then left the strore, grabbing his weapon and running at full speed towards the Yadkin river bridge.. which was less than 1000 feet away.. When he got there he began opening up each pop sickle and tossing it into the river below, all 50 some of them, chanting a made up mantra "Ethos Omni Jillypuff, Lead us to the Marshmallow" each time he dropped one of the icecreams over the side of the bridge into the water below. However he made sure to put all the wrappers in a nearby waste disposal bin, becuase he was an enviromentally concerned crazy person.

On his way back home, the gas station suddenly exploded as some people speed away in a black Sedan. "Holy fuck on a christwagon" He said.. as he was prone to saying stupid things... "That looked bad!" Then he realised that all the chocolate milk in the gas station blew up as well. "Noooooo!" He yelled in slow motion, streaching it out like you see in all those really bad movies.

Then something happened that always happened when he got upset. His vibrant blue eyes turned red, and his pupils seemed to fade away into nothingness.. he growled out a word of power, one that had wormed it's way into his head just a second ago, and began to run after the sedan. "Guyer" he yelled, and the armor wrapped itself around his body, forming to him like a second skin. He instantly felt a surge of power, but didn't instantly realise what had happened, as he ussually atributed sudden surges in power to letting his darkside take control.. All he noticed was that his weapon seemed much lighter in his hand, and he was moving alot faster, as well as seeing alot further than normal.. He saw the Sedan turn off onto the highway and he turned to follow up, running through a couple vacant lots to catch up.

Inside the sedan, a group of low-grade criminals were laughing at thier first successfull heists, when one of them looked out the back and saw a guy in what appeared to be a white armored bodysuit with red badding beneath the plating leap onto the highway behind them, it's red eye's glowing with Malace. "Holy fuck" He yelled and pulled out his shotgun, blowing out the Sedan's back window as he show at it. The two other people in the car looked back to see what had happened, and the driver yelled in surprise, slamming his feet to the floor, setting the car to go as fast as he can... But the strange figure swang the staff in his hands like a sword... and the weighted end of the long sturdy cord arced through the air like it had never done before. It's speed caused it to crash through what remained of the back window, impacting the guy with the shotgun between the eyes and continueing further, smashing through his skull and coming out the back, spraying Blood and brains out through the back of his head and all over the car.

The other passenger paniced as the figure jerked the saff backwards, pulling his buddy out of the car due to the weigted cord. The Figure ripped the guy's head off his weapon and let him go, the corpse tumbling across the highway untill it was hit by an 18-wheeler. The guy pulled out a machine gun and opened fire on the figure, but the bullets bounced off it's amored form.. and the figure lept forward, landing on the roof of the car and slamming it's weapon down on the hood, bending both the weapon and the car's frame into slag.. and the car came to a jerking halt as it's motore died. The guy with the machine gun wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was flung through the windsheild, landing in a bloody mess on the road.. the Figure was flung off, landing on it's side.. but it managed to force itself up and stared at the two. The driver paniced and jumped out of the car, pulling out a handgun and shot the armored figure untill he ran out of ammo.. but that only seemed to piss it off.

The figure walked forward and grabbed the driver by the head, lifting him up off the ground in an iron grip.. the guy's eye's buldging under the pressure of the grip. Suddenly the figure's eyeplate's changed from scarlet red to light pink, and it canted it's head to the side, and seemd to emit a girlish giggle. "I know what to do with YOU" It chuckled, then turned the guy around, grabbing his underwear in giving him such a wedgie that his back was torn open from the sudden force of the fabric being jerked upwards , bisecting the guy's lower half and ending the wedgie by wrapping the now bloodied underwear over the guy's head.

The armored figure seemed to dance and giggle to itself, then it turned to the machine gun guy.. who was crawling away. With a couple running steps, the figure ran up to him, kicking him under ther ribs and sent the poor would-be criminal flieing through the air several hundred feet, right into the path of an approaching police helicoptor. The guy landed in the blades and was cut into ribbons, spraying the coptor with gore and forcing it to make an emergancy landing... but luckily no-one inside was hurt.

The armored figure's pink eyes faded back to blue and he walked back to the car to pull his weapon out.. but it was broken beyond repair. "Fuck.. and I had just figured out how to not put my eye out with that thing" He cursed himself.. then looked around, realiseing alot of people were just staring at him. "Um... Think of something cool.. Uh.. That's it!." He turned to face a nearby videocamera from a local news station and held up the peace sign. "Love and Peice!" He said, quoting Trigun. Then when people still looked at him strangly, he stared at them and scrattched the back of his head. "Uh... what the hell do you want me to say? All your base are belong to us?"

He grabbed his weapon and turned to run off.. Several people tried to follow him.. but his supior speed and agility quickly enabled him to loose media and police pursuit. He ran to a place deep in the woods that he was fairly sure no one went to frequantly and he sat down to think on a tree stump with the words "Thinking stump" carved into it from a pocket knife's blade.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asked himself, then shrugged "I don't know.. maybe we've been given super powers" he said to himself. "Then he lept up and skipped a bit "We should become a vigilante super hero group!" He said in a girlish voice.

The figure sat down on the stump again "Maybe.. but first we should figure how to get this armor off" He said with a sigh.

Mr Z was out in the woods, with this new power he had a whole slew of naughty things he was planning to do with his new power, but before he could do any of that there was a couple things he needed to figure out.

"Hmmm...I'm going to need a cool name....what was that word I said before I summoned this thing...guyver....I know I'll call myself Guyver Kfive....yeah that'll kick ass.....this is definatly nothing human made...." Mr Z remembered the strange dream.

"I knew it! Aliens or interdimensional creatures or something did something to me last night....but why....well that's not important right now, the important thing is to figure out how this works."

Mr Z took notice of three blades on each of his fore arms. "Maybe these are some sort of weapons...oh man I hope they are...." when he thought the the blades extended and began to humm. Mr Z slashed at a nearby boulder splitting it in two. "The other things on this armor probably have a purpose too... wonder what the spike and these balls on my head do...."

he focused on them and immdiatly he began to take in his surroundings in great detail sensing if any animals were nearby and even picking up the location of a plane in the sky.

"Damn it wasn't another cool weapon like I hoped, still thats pretty cool too... another ball down here, wonder if its another sensor?" Mr Z focused on the ball at his waste and floated into the air. "Oooh. it flys...." Mr Z shot into the air flying faster and faster until he was high up in the sky. He spotted a local McDonalds. He knew he should have tested out more of his abilities , but the temptation to use what he had already found was too much.

"Oh, yes , I think you'll do just fine for a test run!"

He shot downwards at full speed.

With a tremendous crash he came down through the roof of McDonalds and stepped out onto the grill, the armor protecting him from the heat.

All the people screamed backing away. "Stop! I am a being from what you humans refer to as the fith dimension! My name is Guyver Kfive, and I have come to warn you, this corporation you know as McDonalds is not a mere fast food restaurant as you beilieve! This corporation is the tool of the third Rheich, they are using it for a front , slowly , silently ethnically cleansing the world with the undetectable genetic toxins they have put in it!"

"Hey....how do we know your telling the truth!" some annoying looking bald guy said from where he had fallen down. Mr Z jumped down of the grill and walked over to him.

"You doubt someone fromt he fith dimension? If you think I'm just some loser in a costume, I'll prove you wrong by wrecking up all the SUV's out in the lot with my bear hands.

Mr Z reached over and ripped a support beam out of the wall.

"Ok! OK! we believe you!"

"I'm still wrecking up your SUV's though."

"Were they made by the third Rheich too?"

"No I just don't like them, but McDonalds was! So don't eat here anymore, and be sure to spread this info all over the internet too!" Mr Z said as he walked out into the parking lot and began to wreck up the place.

OOC:

BloodStorm: One ability Gained to be discovered at his discresion

Sith Guyver: One ability gained to be discoverd at his discresion

Mr.Z: One ability gained and discovered (Vibrational Swords). Secondary function of gravity controler found (I'll let this slide)

All current applicant's and those who've yet to enlist will gain the Secondary function of the Grav. Cont. after first battle. This will not be taken as first upgrade.

Kris had been thinking about some weird dream he'd had all day,right up until the time he started work. A fairly peaceful night handing out flyers,usually saying something like "Bond*age tonight ladies/gents. Cocktail bar in the back room" but still he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed in him. His vision was blurring even with his glasses on,and his back wasn't as sore as it had been recently. 'Ah well,might have had a few too many tequila's before work after all' he thought. But that did nothing to explain the flashes of that dream that kept running through his mind like a bullet train...


The cry for help from nearby snapped him out of his dazed state. Before he even turned round he knew that one of his co-workers was in trouble. Fortunately traffic was light as he sprinted across Union Street to get to them. Fire burned in his heart as he saw Rachie and Cloud being surrounded by neds hurling abuse at them. It was usual for Cloud to get some lighthearted abuse,especially concerning ponchos but this was getting out of hand. Kris jumped into the fray just as one of the neds pulled out a knife. Something in Kris' mind called to him as the blade sped towards him. Without even meaning to,he cried out "Bio-boost" a sphere of force encapsulating him and knocking those around him back a few feet. The leading Ned looked shocked as the blast field cleared to reveal a seven foot tall obsidian figure,armour plating enhancing the muscle structure while some kind of dark green organism snaked its way beneath the plates. A single protrusion jutted out back wards from each forearm as the being which had replaced Kris cracked its knuckles into a fist. Finally it raised its head to reveal emerald green eye plates set in a haunting face plate. The circular control medal was crowned by a series of small spikes,rising into a long and slender spike. Two jets of air burst from vents on either side of the chin before a glow pulsed from around the medal,warning the neds away. Since neds were never known for their intellect, some of them still tried to attack Kris' new form. the first was caught by the throat and thrown into a nearby building and the second found his fist caught in mid swing. Kris Compressed the scum's fist until the knuckles were breaking apart and blood was oozing from the finger joints. A simple rotation had the thug down and whimpering,mumbling something about mercy and forgiveness. the orbs on the rear of Kris' head swirled to detect the incoming threat.

Rachie and Cloud had retreated to a safe distance when Kris had first changed into this thing but they were silently horrified at what was happening here. Cloud started to shout out and warn Kris that one of the remaining neds had thrown a bottle at him,but a blast of light shattered the incoming missile into thousands of heated shards,quickly cooling in the night air. Kris took two long strides to reach the one who'd thrown the bottle,quickly launching him into the air with a rising kick. The leader came on again,brandishing that knife only for Kris to flip over him and hoisted the Ned into the air. Jumping up-wards whilst carrying the Ned,Kris moved the attacker into a better position as gravity began to reclaim them. Paving slabs cracked as the Ned was slammed into the ground painfully.

With the fight finished,Kris concentrated on disarming his armour,but even the cold Aberdeen air couldn't stop him slumping into a deep sleep as son as his shift was finished...

BloodStorm was sitting on his thinking stump, looking at the remains of his weapon, bent to hell from smashing up the car's engine. "If I'm going to be a vigilante super hero... I'm going to need a better signiture weapon then that... " He said to himself.. and then his eyeplates flashed a deep red "There's that Titanium mill in the city... You know I could work something out for us with some of that stuff" He said in a deep rumbling voice.

"I suppose you could, Nova" he said, returning to normal. "You've got a real talent for making things that can hurt people..." He said, getting up and looking at the weapon on the ground. "We should probobly destroy this so no one finds it. "

BloodStorm picked up the weapon and using his guyver enchanced strength compressed it into a ball as small as he could make it. "I wonder if this thing has any weapons" he said, running his hand over the medalion on his head. "Is this a weapon?" He asked, when his finger touched the head laser. "Now THIS feels weapon-ish... as much as anything does.."

He looked down at the crushed weapon and focused his thoughts on the orb above his medal, and ZAP ZAP ZAP! Beams of light shot out of his head and melted the object into a puddle of medal and cheap plastic. "Remind me to get another one of those next time we go to lowes.. It's fun beating our friends with it.. and I don't think whatever NOVA makes will leave them alive if we try it on them.."

The eyeplates turned dark red again and the face beneath the armor curled into a grin "Lasers.. Yess... I can work with this" He chuckled to himself.

"Nova.. shut up" His eyeplates returned to normal and he turned in the direction of Winstain Salem.. a good 25 minute drive from his house.. but he didn't feel like driving. He took off at a sprint, his enhanced body eating up the distance between himself and the city.

It was now pretty late in the day, as BloodStorm ussually didn't get out of bed untll late afternoon most days.. so it was allready getting dark in his section of the country. "Good.. it'll be easier to sneak in in the dark" He thought to himself.

He carefully crept through the city, avoiding the busiest roads untill he came to the Titanium mill, the largest in the area, so it would deffinatly have enough material for what he was after. Eyeplates flashed pink "What your planning is strealing, you know" Kirstie said.

"I know" He said returning to his normal voice. "But a vigilante super hero needs a cool weapon!" He said striking a pose. "I mean.. look at Batman.. one of the coolest vigilantes ever.. and he had a shitload of weapons"

"But he didn't steal them.. he was rich and a genious and made them himself"

"Exactly.. but we're not rich.. so we're going to have to steal stuff.. we'll pay them back eventually... somehow" He said as he walked through the shadows through the nearly empty parking lot. Luckily there had been an inspection today so most of the employees weren't needed to come into work. He broke down a door and entere the warehouse. "Ok Nova.. get to work.." He said, letting his darkest side take over.

Nova relished this, using the headlaser to cut nice thick amount of titanium into his desired shapes. He quickly discovered the headlaser was too hot to work for welding.. and it melted the material too fast to let align it properly.. so had to make use of an on site welder. But after several hours or work, he spun around his new Staff weapon. "It's finished" He said. He flipped a hidden catch in one end, and a nice foot and a half blade came out of the side of the tip, making a sort of mini scythe. , It's edge razor sharp due to care laser trimming. He flipped the catch again and pressed the scythe back into place, whirleing the staff around and then hitting a catch on the other end, this time a 6 inch section of this end of the staff was released from an internat catch and came out attached to a long chain. Nova swung the flail end around, testing it's balance, slamming it into the nearby wall, leaving a nice hole.

"Daddy likes" Nova hissed to himself before one of the orbs on the side of his head swivveled backwards.. apperantly a night watchman had entered the scene and had his gun trained on the guyuver's back. Nova hit the switch and the inside springs coiled on themselves, retracting the flail end.

"Stop right there! I don't know what the hell your doing here.. but Drop the ... whatever that is and I wont have to shoot you"

Nova turned with a smile on his face "You would dare challenge a god? For that, I demand punishment.. and that punishment shall be death!" He said, quoting Large from Bubblegum Crisis.

BloodStorm's eye's turned blue and he shrugged "Sorry about that.. um.. Look.. I just came her to uh.. make sure that your facility isn't a secret staging ground for alien invasions!"

"Huh?" The gaurd looked confused. "We just had out alien invasion inspection today... your a bit late.. Is that some kind of new uniform?"

BloodStorm looked down at his armor and then back to the gaurd. "Um.. yeah.. Something like that... Hey! Is that a demonic duck of some sort?" He pointed behind the gaurd. The gaurd turned to see what he was pointing at, and Bloodstorm took the oppurtunity to leap out through the hole in the wall left by the flail. "YOINK!"

BloodStorm took his weapon with him as he ran back through the city... and suddenly his guyver enhanced hearing picked up a nearby alarm.. Someone was robbing a bank! "Destiny!" He said, turning off into the direction of the alarm.

When he got there, he saw a group of crooks armed with usi's leaving a bank with big bags on money in thier hands.. so he flipped the flail's catch and lept from out of an ally, bringing the flail down on one of the criminal's heads. The six inch long by inch and a half thick Titanium rod that was the flail's weight Impacted the man's head with a satisfieng crunch, and the weight drove itself partially into the man's chest. BloodStorm kicked the guy loose as the other crooks turned to face him "What the hell is that" One of them yelled.

"Oh crap.. I havn't thought of a good vigilantee name" He thought.. then inspiration struck "I am your worst nightmare.. I am the guy with the powerstaff that makes heads go splat.. I have a really corny diolouge.. I am... PantsMan! Defender of.. uh... Pants!"

"But your not wearing any pants" One of the criminals said. "You look more like some kind of killer space bunny"

BloodStorm blinked and raised one hand to his head... sure enough, his twin Hypersensory spikes looked like bunny ears.

"Okay then.. You've figured me out! I'm accually a Miniature Giant Space Rabbit.. I am Boo!"

"You mean that pink guy from Dragonball Z?" One guy asked.

"No.. I think he's making an obscure video game referance about hampsters.." another guy responed.

BloodStorm sighed and shook his head "Look.. it's my first day as Vigilantee super hero.. I havn't really gotten a good name yet"

The crooks all looked at him and nodded. "Yeah.. we understand that and all.. but you killed our driver.. and none of us know how to drive the getaway car.. so we're going to have to shoot you now, Kay?"

They opened fire on Bloodstorm, who just stood in the hail of bullets. Criminals liked to shoot your body in northcarolina.. so that way they could gloat over your face as your life ebbed out of your eyes.. so the shots bounced off.

"You guys suck" he said and hit the switchs on his weapon, switching it from flail mode to scythe mode and charged, swinging it at one of the guys and decapitated him. He turned and did a spinning kick to another robber, Hitting him square in the chest, breaking his ribs and knocking the wind out of him.

That robber fell down, clutching his chest.. but the final robber had pulled a missle launcher out of the trunk. "Looks like this is the end, Captian Spanky" He said, but BloodStorm fired his headlaser at the missle, detonating it while still in the launching tube. The explosoin blew apart the guy's upper body, also triggered the getaway car to explode in a brilliant fireball.

"Fire pretty" Bloodstorm grinned.

He turned around, and saw a large crowd had gathered behind him, compleat with a media van. "Um.. Hi" He said.

One of the reporters ran up to him "One of those Criminals called you Captian Spanky.. this this your name? Are you some sort of super hero?"

Bloodstorm raised a brow under his armor and shrugged. "I'm a super hero, yeah... I guess.. But My name's NOT Captian Spanky!.. It's uh..." He thought back to the word he said to summon the armor. "My name is Guyverman!" He said, Striking a dramtic pose.

"And guyveman.. were you aware that these same criminals kidnapped the mayor's daughter, and had her in the car which you just blew up?" The reporter asked.

"What? Oh Fuck!" He said, looking around. "Uh.. it wasn't me.. it was the martians! They sabaotaged the missle!"

"Martians?"

"Yeah.. Sneaky critters.. they'ld sabotaged missles, airplanes.. anything! It's like a high for them" He responded. Then pointed off behind the crowd. "Look! Obvious distraction!" He yelled, and all the reporters and everyone in the crowd tured to look.. "There's nothing there" The reporter said, but when she had turned back, Guyverman was gone.

BloodStorm had allready took off, running at high speed back in the genneral direction of his house. "Whew.. this super hero thing can get tireding pretty quick.. Lets go hime and have a nice hot pizza, then go right to bed" His other personas nodded in agreement as he ran on home.

OOC: Ok here goes..... And you believed me when I said I wasn't going to join, Tyde ;)
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IC:

In a small bay town on the south coast of Australia, Riven awoke from a restless night of sleep, groaning as he rolled over slightly, his back and neck hurting and his muscles refusing to wake up properly. He hated summer, he never could sleep well and spent most of it with bad neck and back pains. His long black hair was pasted to his body with sweat, Riven could stay in bed no longer and got up, and pulled his hair free of his sweat covered back.

After having a shower and some breakfast he packed some stuff into bag, drawing pads, art books, and a note book or too, a fairly regular morning routine he followed when he was going somewhere. He went out to the shed and got out his dirtbike, a Honda XR 80, his pride and joy, the bike that had been ready to be crushed, when he saved it and rebuilt it almost, he dubbed it the Honda Shadow due to the fact that he replaced its crappy old orange seat with a black one, along with its coverings. And it was now better then any old XR80.

"With out you Shadow, I would be a stay home lazy bastard, but now I can go some where and be lazy there" he said aloud with some amusement as he slipped his portable cd player into a pocket on the inside of his overcoat and put some ear phones in his ears before pulling on his black helmet, climbed on the bike, starting it and then driving off.

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OOC: Yes I wear black, and overcoats in summer,, especially when its boiling hot
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IC:

As he drove long the road, listening to Danger Zone and struggling not to speed like an idiot, Riven wondered about what he should do. His mother was working until 9pm, most of his friends were on vacation and the rest were as lazy as he was, and that was saying something. Today though he was burning with the desire to do something, not like he usually did where he would go to a friends place and bomb food off them and play video games all day long until he finally got bored and went home.

Suddenly the song switched to the opening theme song of Burn Up Excess, and his concentration was almost shattered when he pictured the females of that anime and when he regained control he knew if he was an anime character, this would be the perfect time to sweat drop nervously.

Half an hour later he found himself riding into the city, and frowned at its smog filled sky, he was going to have to find some where and stop and rest soon, the smog always gave him a headache. And sure enough as he got into the inner city he started to get a headache and soon drove on to he found this chinese restruant that had all you could eat for Eight Bucks!!

He was surprised when he went into find two familar faces. His best friend Reece and a girl called Sarah, a good friend, and one he wanted to ask out, but knew she would probably never go out with him, for fear of ruining a good friendship. Got that pissed him off.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked.

"We were bored" Reece shrugged.

"You're always bored" he replied dryly.

"Too true" his bestfriend conceeded.

"Come and join us" Sarah said, offering a seat next to her.

And so ten minutes later, Riven was chowing down on a big plate full of Honey Chicken, Rice, Sweet an Sour Pork and Chowmien like an anime character, Reece and Sarah following suit with their own meals. Yes, they were three of the biggest pigs in all of Australia, and each of them were Otaku's too boot.

"If only Mitchel was here" Reece said between moutfuls.

"Yeah, Cindy's probably whipped any Otaku spirit out of him though by now" Riven said, then shuddered, almost losing his appertite.

About an hour later, the three left the restruant, after being asked to leave of course, they could still easily go another five or more rounds of eating at the risk of eating the people that own the place into closing down. As the three of them walked, Riven worried about having to walk back to his bike, he hated walking, especially with a bad leg, but he put up with it.

It was while they were chatting happily, that a man ran into Sarah and knocked her over and at first it appeared to be an accident, but then the man grabbed Sarah's handbag and started running away.

"HEY!" Riven yelled. "Reece stay here!"

With that Riven was sprinting down the side walk as fast he could, which wasn't much when you had a fucked leg and asthma, but he wasn't going to let this bastard get away. He probably only got a hundred meters before his leg started to burn and his chest tighen but he put it out of his mind and ran. He chased the guy for what seemed like forgever, the muscles in both legs now burning and sweat pouring off his face and his overcoat flapping behind him like super hero's cape.

The bag snatched ducked down an alley way and Riven followed, skdding to a halt before following after him. He saw that the guy was strapped by a big fence blocking the rest of the alley way and Riven smiled triumphantly, until the guy managed to slip from a gap in the fence, which Riven knew he wasn't going to get through. So without stopping he jumped at the fence and started climbing it with the grace and skill of a cat, and then vaulted himself over the top and landed on the other side, and was off and running again, until a steel pipe came out of no where and smacked him in the head, causing him to flip through the air until he landed on his stomach.

Riven groaned in pain grabbing at his head and tried to rub away the pain.

"Jesus Christ, that should have split your head open! What are you, a Jackie Chan clone?" asked a mountain of a man who stepped out of the shadows, followed by a group of others, including the bag snatcher.

"Do I look asian?!" Riven growled and jumped up, smashing his fist into the man's face and breaking his nose.

The others were instantly charging towards him and he sprung into the air, executing a jumping spin kick that connected with most of them and then landed in a crouch before lunging at one man, kicking him in the chest before rebounding off him and on to another, punching the second in the mouth and shattering a couple of teeth, then he went still as he heard the deafening noise of a shotgun cocking, and looked up to see a big black man with a pump action shotgun pointed at him.

"Oh shit" Riven groaned.

The roar of the shotgun was deafening, and time seem to stop as the shotgun bullets raced at him in a spread pattern. Then something clicked in his mind and he muttered a word he had never heard before.

"Guyver."

Then there was a second explosion and the man he was standing on was crushed beneath him as bunch of tentacle like things shot out his neck and covered him in a strange armor. Then time resumed and the shotgun bullets smashed into his chest, but he didn't move an inch, staring in shock under the armor as he felt his chest but found no wounds at all. Riven looked at the man and smiled to himself cruely as he started waling menacingly towards him, the man frozen in fear as Riven pulled back his fist and then with sickening force, drove it forward and smashed it through the gang members mid section and out the other side.

"Try to kill me and you get punished" Riven snarled, and then without much effort, threw the spasming body into a dumbster and looked at the others. "Anymore takers!?"

The gang bangers all ran away in terror, the bag snatcher throwing the bag at his feet and disapearing down the alley way with his comrades.

Riven looked down at himself, he was covered in a pitch black armor, with dark purple organic material in between it. He felt his head and felt the head fin stick straight up and the orbs on the side of his head. Then he noticed the four blades, two on each arm, one set pointing forward from his wrists and the other set pointing backwards from his elbows. Then he looked down saw two more blades, one on each knee that pointed upward.

"Oh man, this is cool" Riven thought in awe of himself and then he stared straight up a the buildings on either side of him and thought to himself.

Seconds later a black figure could be seen jumping out of the alley way and on to a building.

"WOOO HOOOO!!"

After trashing about five more McDonalds restaurants Mr Z sat down on top of one of the large metal structures the power lines were connected to on the side of the highway.

“Yeah that ought to do it, now that I’ve spread descent against the masses, soon I’ll have a whole cult of followers who will destroy McDonalds for me….now how to get the money to get a new car…”

Among other things Mr Z planned to hunt down Bin Laden and get the reward for it and also blackmail bill gates to get his money. But both of those schemes would require planning, even with the armor neither would be a very easy task. Right now he needed some quick cash to replace his car or his parents would kill him when he got back. If he just outright robbed a bank people would distrust him, and would be less likely to trust his story of being a five dimensional being , he needed to keep their trust so they would rize up and destroy McDonalds, just as the poor had done to the nobles in the French revolution. He needed a subtler solution to the problem. These sensors could detect differences in molecular structures and could differentiate between types of metal and stone for example, but pin pointing the exact feel for detecting gold would take a lot of time and practice, and Mr Z wasn’t known for his patience. However the sensors could help him in another way. The best way to avoid attracting the authorities when robbing, is to rob from someone who was trying to avoid them in the first place, in other words rob a criminal. Chicago was full of criminals, most of them were small time punks, but Mr Z was sure that at least one of them would have something that could help him. Mr Z flew north towards Chicago.

Later in Chicago

Mr Z spotted a number of suspicious people hanging around one of the run down buildings in the projects. His head sensors swiveled “Ahhh…some of these guys are packing heat…yeah I think I may have hit paydirt!” Inside the building several other people were sitting at a table , one of them was carrying a square object, probably a suitcase. If Mr Z’s hunch was right they were probably settling some sort of drug trade.

One of them was walking around in front of the building. He heard a crash and reached inside his coat grabbing his gun. Suddenly he heard something whistle as a manhole cover shot out of the darkness at him with incredible speed smashing his arm before he could pull his gun out and breaking his ribs. He fell backwards in a heap on the ground. He was the only guy guarding this side of the building so Mr Z didn’t have to worry about the others. He walked over to the downed thug and pulled out his gun.

“This might come in handy .” he checked the gun and it was loaded. “Now lets see here….what would be the most efficient way for me to do this?” Mr Z picked up a brick.

Inside the building

Right outside the room where they were making their deal there was another guard who took out a lighter and was about to light a cigarette when suddenly a brick smashed through the wall with enough speed to lodge intot he mans chest , knocking him back with enough force to send him flying through the wall.

“What the fuck was that?” one of the drug lords said as all of them pulled out their guns.

Apprehensively they all walked out of the room and looked around not seeing anything except the hole in the wall from the brick. Suddenly the wall exploded as two more bricks through it, each hitting two of the men, the third brick missed and exploded against the wall behind it. The man whipped out a machine gun and let loose , the fire ripping apart what was left of the wall the bricks had been thrown through.

“Who the hell are you trying to shoot?” he turned to look in the room and saw an armored figure sitting on the desk where the suitcase was.

“After I threw those bricks at you I came in the back entrance while you were distracted. You guys are pretty slow….then again maybe I’m just fast.”

The man whipped out his gun but before he could fire Mr Z had gotten right in front of him where he stopped and then flicked his index finger at the mans fore head, he was knocked off his feet, bits of blood shooting out of the place on his fore head where he had been flicked. He landed with a thud and didn’t get up.

“Now lets see what we have here?” Mr Z opened the suitcase “Hmmmm not a bad start, I think this’ll do nicely…” he took the suitcase and walked over to the drug lord who had just got his skull cracked from the flick. “I think I’ll take this too…” Mr Z picked up his machine gun and did the same with all the others before leaving.

OOC:

Gall_4185: One ability gained and discovered (Head lazer).

Riven: One ability gained to be discovered at his discresion.

It was another boring day for Jesse, due ot the fact that he worked the graveyard shift, and slept during the day, most the poeple who knew him called him a vampire due tro the fact he's hardly ever seen in the day. He sat at hsi desk and watched the security cameras all night, nothing ever happened here, so it was easy money.

Though nothing was moving on the cameraqs due ot the fact that he was the only one in the building this night, getting tired of just watching the cameras he leaned back in hsi chair and started reading to help pass the time. A little over an hour later he heard a loud crash from inside the building so he checked the cameras and saw nothing and silently cursed himself as he picked up the phone and keys, then locked the security area before walking through the building.

It didn't take long for Jesse to find what caused the noise, a burglar had knocked over a computer monitor while scearching for something or other. Jesse was silently cursing himself fort he fact that he couldn't carry a gun due to the fact that he wasn't old enough yet. "Hey, what the hell do you think you'r doing!"

The startled burglar looked up and then turned around, a gun in the wasitband of his pants. "I'm robbing the place fool, now I suggest yousit yoru ass down before I shoot you!" The burglar then reached for his gun and something flashed through Jesses mind.

He said one word, though he had no idea what it ment. "Guyver!" In a flash some kind of sheild surrounded him, dentingthe floor he stood on as some kind of armor seemed to appear around him, though it wasn't normal armor, it seemed, organic and covered his entire body in a red armor, with some kinda blue undertone where it seemed more fleshy than the armor. He then darted forward and grabbed the robber's hand that had the gun in it and squeezed, shattering every bone in his grip and crushing the handel of the gun while he was at it, causing the burglarto scream real loud, and the gun went off also. "Well damn...."

About 10 minutes later the police arrived only to find the robbers unconsious form near the fornt ofthe building, the crushed gun lying nextrto him. Where as a few miles away, on the ocean coast, the Red and blue armored form stood on the beach, it was wellafter midnight, and he looked at his hands. "Now how the hell do i get thsis off?"

He began pulling at various peices of the armor and one of the chestplates popped open as he was pulling on it. "what the...." He noticed something under it, ad it was clowing, but before he could finish his sentance a blinding white beam of energy shot out of the object and flew over the ocean, vaporizing a lot of water until it went out of sight. His jaw would have been on the floor had the armor not been covering his face. "HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!" was all he could say, then he darted off into the night before anyone could find him.

OOC: I'll get the DF up later.

OOC: This RPG is going to be fun
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IC:

Riven moved silently across the roof tops, his black armored body a blur to those who happened to see him. He had never felt like this before, he knew his body had to be extremely heavy considering he was leaving foot prints in the roof tops as he ran across them, yet he felt as light as a feather. Then under the armor he frowned knowing that Saraha and Reece were probably worried about him by now. Then he suddenly had wicked thought run through his mind.

Back at where Sarah and Reece were, the two waited anxiously.

"What could be taking him so long? You think he's ok?" Sarah asked worriedly.

"I wouldn't worry about him. He may not look like much, but he once made my nose bleed just be tapping my chin with his foot" Reece replied, Sarah just arched an eye brow at him. "Ok, so it was a concidence that it happened at the same time but it was funny nevertheless."

Sarah was about to say something when all of sudden a black jumped between, grabbed them by the arm and then jumped back into the air, taking them with it, both of them screaming in terror as it soared through the air and landed on a small building then jumped higher on to a sky scraper, where it let of them and they stumbled away from it, turning to face it.

"Please dont kill me!!" Reece cried out, falling to his knee's in a begiing position.

"Oh my god you are pathetic" Riven said in disgust.

Sarah loooked at him in shock. "Riven?"

"Thats my name, don't where it out" he replied.

"What the hell? What are you wearing and how the hell did you do that?!" Reece demanded, refering to the jumping.

"I wish I knew, that answers both quuestions by the way" he told them. "I was chasing that bag snatcher, got jumped by a gang and when one of them went to shoot me, this thing activated on me. I said this word, Guyver I think it was, yeah, Guyver, and then it activated. This thing is so cool, I can run with out my leg hurting and I don't even limp on it."

Reece walked around him, inspecting the armor carefully and and even feeling along the edge of the blades.

"Hey watch those" Riven said suddenly, then without warning the elbow blade extended out and almost took Reece's hand off in the process. "Whoa! Look at that, didn't know that could happen!"

"Jesus Christ! You're a walking weapon!" Reece said in startlement.

"So how do you change back?" Sarah asked.

Riven went to speak but suddenly stopped. "You know, I have no idea how I'm suppose to get this armor off" he said calmly and suddenly started to panic. "Shit how am I suppose to get it off!"

"Calm down" Sarah said, grabbing his arm as he tried to rip a piece of armor and stopped him. "Now just stay calm, we've all watched enough anime to know what to do in these kinds of situations, granted Reece and I havent seen nearly as many as you. But come on think, 80 percent of the time, in these kinds of situations everything is controlled by your will power, so how about you try willing it off?"

"Ok" Riven said much more calmer. Suddenly though somethign strange happened and he suddenly felt himself lifting off the ground and he looked down to see he was hovering about five feet off the ground, both Reece and Sarah lookiong at him in shock. "Arrgghh, I'm flying!!"

"How did you do that?!" Reece asked.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how light I feel with this armor on and then, well look at me!!" Riven replied as he flailed about in the air.

"Picture the armor retracting or disappearing!" Sarah told him sharply to get his attention.

Riven nodded and picture the armor disappearing and then willed it to happen, forgetting a very important factor and screamed when the armor disappeared and he fell back to the roof of the building, landing hard on his ass.

"Oww" he groaned, rubbing his butt as he slowly stood up.

"See if you can activate it again" Reece said.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"Because I want to see if it looks as cool as it does retracting" Reece said eagerly.

"It wouldn't hurt to practice I suppose" Riven conceeded and he took a couple of steps back from them, and cleared his throat. "GUYVER!!"

Sure enough the armor reappeared on his body, and then Riven instantly retracted the armor again.

"Can we go now?" Sarah asked tiredly.

After the incident with activating his armor the first time, he'd figured out how to turn it off and make his way back home where he'd gone to bed. The next day he descided to take a trip, though with the armor on, since his car's battery was dead, after several hours he found himself on a military base...... and running for his life.

At first it was the MP's, yelling at him that he was on a restricted area, then they attacked him while trying to restrain him, needless to say they were all lying unconsious somewhere. though one of them stayed behind, and radioed for backup...... and he found himself facing a squad of heavily armed men. "oh dammit, why the hell does this have to happen to me?" he cringed and covered his face with his arms as they opened fire, and grinned a bit as he found out that the bukllets were just bouncing off his armor, he then prioceeded to beat the men into unconsiousness, though he didn't noticed one of them radioing for help, a few miles later he finds himself in a large predicament....

Needless to say these guys were efficient when it came to responding to threats, he ran into two tanks, which were obviously loaded with live rounds as the ground 20 feet to his left gets blown up. he then laughs a bit as he remembers a comic. "Why do I have the feeling i should be a green giant who keeps yelling "hulk angry, hulk smash!" "

He runs forward and jumps up onto the first tank and punches the machine gunner in the face, breaking hsi nose, then he grabbed the guy and threw him off of the tank as he popped open the turret and hopped in. "hmmmm, playtime." he then proceeds to beat the crap out of the tank crew, and tosses them out of the tank too before busting the controls in the tank so it'll keep driving in circles. "and heres number two!" He jumps into the air just as the second tank fires, blowing up the first tank, and he lands on the ground and runs at the tank, this time when he jumps up he grabs the barrel of the turret and proceeds to rip off a large chunk of it, he then leans over the side and jams it into the tred, thus causing one side to stop spinning and the other to keep moving, making the tank move in really right circles. "Hey, this thing CAN tuirn on a dime!" he takes out the other machine gunner, since its bullets are just bouncing off him he descided to leave him alone for now, he then jams the hatch of the tank closed and breaks the antennae dso they can't call out.

"well, that was fun, but I think it's time to get outta here before they call in air sup.... awwwww CRAP.... I shoulda taken out the radio sooner." He said as an attack chopper comes into view. "ok, time to make a mental note........ don't go onto military bases with your armor on." figuring he'd better make this quick he just picks up a peice of wreckage from the first tank and spins around, throwing it at the chopper, which fires it's missles. One of the missles hit the chunck of tank that was chucked at it, causingt he missle to explode, unfortunately it was too close tothe chopper and it gets caught in the explosion, and remains of the wreckage and goes down in flames. "He got tanked..... hey, that wasnt bad..." then the other missle slams into his left leg, blowing up, the missle shredded his armor, and most of the flesh underneath, the bone showing in somespots. "eeeeeew....... thats it, these guys pissed me off." With that he reaches up and pulls open a chestplate, and just like before the thing underneath glowed and fires out an energy beam, inveloping the tank, when the beam stopped, there was nothing left.

He closed the chestplate and limped away, hoping that nothing else attacked him otherwise he'd be very pissed. the wreackage from the first tank glowing brightly behind him as he limped away, the unconsious forms of its crew were scattered within 20 feet of the tank. When he looked down he noticed that his leg was starting to heal. "whoa, cool...... seems like this armor can heal me."

OOC: wheee, hulkish guyver fun ^-^

After flying his motorbike home first, and then went back for Sarah and Reece, both of whom were pleased about him picking his bike over them, but the fact that he could fly from the city back to the bay in under five minutes was remarkable and impressed them enough that they didn't complain much about it. Though they were edgy about the fact that their lives depended on him not losing his concentration or the armor just suddenly retracting off of him so naturally they were clinging to him awfully tight as he flew, he was just thankful that the armor kept them from choking.

"So what are you going to call yourself?" Reece asked just as he was about to fly home.

"What do you mean?" Riven asked in confusion.

"Well you have to give yourself a codename for when you use the armor" Reece pointed out.

Riven thought for a moment. "How about Shadow Guyver?"

"Oh how a original" Reece said dryly, Riven made a move to grab his neck. "I mean its an excellent name, suits you brillantl!!"

With that done Riven flew home, flying in the sky so as not to be seen by anyone and when he was above his house he quickly flew into the back yard and retracted the armor and quickly went inside, where he stayed for the rest of the day. It wasn't until long after his mother had gone to bed and was sound asleep that Riven went outside and walked around the back yard restlessly, thinking about the armor, finally he'd had enough and activated the armor and went for a flight. He had a destination already in mind and had a dark look beneath the armor.

About three hours later when the sun was still half an hour or so from peaking its head over the tree's, Riven, or Shadow Guyver as he was going to call himself stood in the shadow under a tree as he watched a house, he had been standing there patiently, waiting for the right time. Then the light to the bathroom flicked on and he knew it was time. Not long after the front door to the house opened a person walked out and wen to the car, got in, started it and drove off. Riven flew into the air and followed the car and went it turned on to a back road Riven striked.

He landed a few hundred meters in front of it and the driver barely had time to register what was happening before Riven slammed his big armored fist down on the front of the pick up truck and stopped it in its place, crushing the engine without coursing it to explode. Riven walked calmly around to the drivers side door and ripped it off, the man inside slumped over the steering wheel groaning in pain with blood running down his face from a small cut on his forehead.

"Should have worn your seat belt" Riven said coldly, before grabbing the man and flying away with him.

It was half an hour later before Riven found a suitable place to land, a small island far out to sea, it had very little trees but Riven didn't really care. When he about ten feet above the island he let go of the man, letting him hit the ground hard and probably breaking a few more bones. Then man crawled away from him in a mad panic as Riven landed acrcoss from him.

"Oh, come now, I thought you were a bit braver then this" Riven said, feigning disappointment as he slowly walked towards him. "After all, wasn't it you who said you should face what you're afraid of? Well I am today, father."

The man stopped and looked back at him with wide and confused eyes. "Riven?" he asked quietly.

Riven growled slightly and picked his father up by the foot, swinging him around and the letting of him and watching as his father slammed into a tree with sickening force, but Riven only seemed to take pleasure in it.

"No one believed me when I said I would kill you if I had the power and the means to get away with it. Now look at me, I'm about to make sure you die a very horrible death father" Riven said with an evil grin, his eye plates flashing a menacing crimson red.

"Why are you doing this?" his father asked.

"Because you must be made to suffer" Riven said coldly, taking some vines from a couple trees and tieing his father's arms and legs up. "You know, there's an old method of torture, where the victim is tied up and secured to a beach or cave near water and stripped naked, you then leave the victim to the crabs, which will eat you alive, very slowly, takes days too. If you're luck a posionous spider or snake might get you before that, but I doubt it" Riven explained, and then he proceed to do just that and was soon flying away from the island, where his father would spend however many days it would take to die, he had made sure not leave him where he could be drowned by high tied too.

"Revenge, can be so very sweet" Riven said with an evil grin.

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He was flying back home when he passed over the air force base that was not far from the bay, and stopped in mid air when he saw something strange, a group of men clad all in black using bolt cutters to remove the lock closing the doors to a big hanger.

"Oh what the hell, I'm in a good mood right now" Riven thought and flew down to investigate further, following the men into the hanger where he found them going through a bunch of crates. "So what do we have here huh?"

The men all spun around in shock and saw him standing there.

"What are you suppose to be?" one of the men asked.

Riven smiled under the armor, his eyes glowing red. "I'm your worse nightmare."

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OOC: Sorry for that sudden dark bit, but yeah, well I don't need to justify it actually....

Blue Ridge Mountains

After a full night of sleep Sith wonders if the previous day was but a dream. He reached to scratch his back and found a raised area. Turning to glance in the mirror he Notices Two strange Organisms on his back. This confirms for him that The Night before was not a dream. He dresses himself and goes down stairs to watch the News.

“Good morning, strange beings have appeared across the world. The sightings began with a massacre in the City of Asheville, in which three men were left dead and a woman beaten.

He cringes at the news, still feeling guilty at the slaughter he caused. They show a picture of him standing in the shadow of the Parking lot. He then wonders who the other strange beings could be.

“There are reports also from North Carolina of a similarly looking being who either is the greatest criminal mastermind of all time or the worst vigilante ever.”

The film shows an individual with a tree trimmer destroying a sedan and it’s occupants, and then switching film of him taking to the press after having blown a car up.

“Reports from Australia indicate another strange being seen flying over a city at high speed.”


“A high number of Peculiar Deaths has also been discovered in the wake of there discovery. Several men have been found crushed to death by some kind of blast field, while others have been ripped to shreds or bludgeoned to death. The reports stretch across the world from Australia to Scotland.”

“The most poignant evidence of found of these beings comes from Indiana where one of these things was caught on a security camera in a McDonald’s threatening patrons and destroying the buildin and the SUV’s outside.”

“On a similar note, a drunken farmer was found running around nude in the same town with his underwear on his head. When he was arrested for public indecency he was quoted to have said “The Martians made me do it!”

He realizes that he’s not the only one with this Guyver thing. Others across the world have gained its power. He decides he needs to be ready to deal with these people if they tun out to be a threat, and they may have answers. He leaves his home to go discover more about the guyver in the mountains.

OOC: Where he subsequently discovers the Pressure cannon by mimicking the Kamehameha.

BloodStorm groans and drags himself out of bed, having fallen asleep without even pulling himself under the covers. "Gah.. that was a crazy ass dream" he said, looking over to beside his bed, and his eyes sprang open in shock.. there was his weapon he made yesterday! "It's not a dream!"

"I could have told you that" Nova's voice responded. "Your lucky Kirstie figured out how to get the armor off before you hit the bed.. This peice of junk is allready ruined as it is.. we don't need and super heavy alien bioarmor on it."

"Alein, you say?" BloodStorm responded, picking up the staff and giving it a twirl. Being made primarily of Titanium, it was faily light.. but it was as duriable as a house..

"Yes, Aleins" Nova replied as Bloodstorm went into the living room and turned on the tv. "It's not from this planet, that's for sure"

"You sound pretty posative, Nova" Kirstie reponded.

"Well.. Did YOU see a tag with 'made in Taiwan' anywhere on it? Or a tag that mentions japan anywhere?" Nova responded as Bloodstorm took a bite out of a poptart.

"Shhh.. I want to see if we made it onto the news" Bloodstorm growled.

The TV turned on, this was a differant station, so it showed a little more of some things, and less of others. One guy was standing near a wrecked car that had been mostly burned. BloodStorm reckognised him as the Mayor of Winston. "I'll find the villian who did this to my daughter.. and then I'll see him hang... Or fry.. or whatever death sentance still allowed to use by the us constituition."
The scene changed to a road crew working on fixung a huge hole in the road "Yeah.. I saw it.. some kind of crazy space bunny slamed a tree trimming device into the motor of some car hard enough to imbed chunks of the motor in the road.. it'll take days before this section of the highway is ussable again"
Then the scene changed again to some police detective guy. "I've been assigned to this case since I've allways beliaved in aliens.. and this has got to be one.. It's got all the classic alien signs.. even the anal probeing.. I admit I've never heard of a guy probed with his own underwear before.. but that clearly means this is some new and highly powerfull alien.. Sent here from the fifth dimention to steal our virgins... I'm guessing the only way to stop it is to contact the lost civilazation of atlantis and" The guy was cut off suddenly as the anchor abrubtly closed contact with that camera crew.

The Tv now showed a clip of Bloodstorm making a couple lines to the press before running off.

"Wow... I really DO look like a space rabit" he said, finishing off a poptart.

"In Simingly related reports" the Anchor continued "We have sightings of a similer alien from Indiana whom stated be call himself..." She couldn't really figure out how to prounounce the word "Guybar Kvive? What the hell is this? Why am I wasting my time with this Tabloid shit?" The anchor got up and stormed out.

"Donating blood the all-nattural way" Bloodstorm mused to himself, and changed the channel, catching a repeat broadcast of an ealier show.

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OOC:(To read the repeat broadcast, read Sith's post again, as I'm not going to re-type all that)
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"Greatest Criminal mastermind or worst Vigilantee ever?" He said to himself with a brow raised in confusion. "Damn media.."

He got up and turned the tv off, then went downstairs and logged onto the internet. All over his favorite forums he found people saying stuff about how McDonalds was run by Nazis and how Aliens were invading quebeck.

"Well.. the Macdonald thing is new, atleast" He said scratching his chin, then shrugged. "allthough I've always suspected quebeck was the staging ground for alien takeover.. so that's not news to me"

He left a couple posts in one InvisionFree forum called the "BioMonster's Lair" and called all his friends morons and threated to set them all on fire and sit by thier burnign corpses since his heater was still broken. They all laughed at him.

He shut down the computer and went outside into the woods. "Time to train with this thing" He said to himself.. Aquainting going through the few combat techniques he accually knew while inside the amor. He had left his weapon, which he had decided to call his DeathStick, at home.. as he didn't think he'ld really need it.

During training, he discovered that he could fly with the orb at his waist.. so spend the rest of the day bouncing from treetop to treetop quoting lines from Crouching-Tiger-Hidden-Dragon for no real reason... It seemed like a good idea, so he went with it.. and he enjoyed it very much.

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OOC: Not sure if the crazy ditective is Sculder or not.. I just thought it'ld be funny to have a crazy ditective in my post..
Though if Mr.Z decides to use Sculder in this rpg, it's deffinatly a good rpg for our favorite x-files knock-off to show up.

However.. the Biomonster's Lair isn't the same as the Guyver's lair.. I just made the name up.. so that way none of us should know each other through the forum quite yet. ;)

It had been a few days since the incident witht he drug lords, as Mr Z suspected his parants werent too happy about the car, but none of that mattered since shortly afterwards 100,000 dollars mysteriously showed up on the front doorstep.

But that wasn't important, he needed to plan his next move, after destroying a few more McDonalds, he figured it was time to start planning for phase 1 of his "Lets destroy McDonalds and get rich in the process of doing so" scheme. The first order on that agenda was to go find Bin Laden. With his sensors it probably wouldn't be a problem, most people seemed to think he was hiding in some underground cave in Afganistan, his sensors could dete4ct life forces through solid rock, so finding him and his cronies wouldn't be the problem. The probelm would be how he would get to Afganistan in the first place, he could try flying there, but with his sense of direction he'd probably end up in Siberia or something. But that plan could wait until later.

Mr Z landed somewhere in Illinois and his armor disengaged, he walked over to the house of his freind Matt where, he had told him to have him and a few other freinds from high school he used to cause trouble with, which were Waleed and Satan (Satan is my freinds nickname for reasons I wont go into)

Mr Z walked in and they were there "So whats this all about anyway? You said it was important." Matt said

"Well, I assume you guys have all heard about the strange armored creature whose been wrecking all the McDonalds."

"Yeah......you don't want to go try to hunt that thing or something....I mean I heard it was strong enough to chuck an SUV through a brick wall, we'd die if we found it."

"Naw, he probably wants to team up with it since it's wrecking McDonalds." Satan said.

"That would be a bit closer, now follow me."

Mr Z lead them back into the alley where he motioned for them to step back. He summoned the armor destroying several trash cans in the process.

"Now does it make sense? I'm Guyver Kfive! A little while ago I was abducted by aliens or some other strange entities and they gave me this."

"What kind of crazy jackass of an alien would give you armor?" Walleed said backing away horrified.

Mr Z disengaged the armor and said "I don't know but any alien that would give me a secret weapon is ok in my book, in any case you know all those crazy plans we came up with in high school? Now we finnally have the power to carry them out. As of this moment, I'm starting the Kfive club! Satan will be our computer hacker, I will be the leader and secret weapon, Walleed will be our expert on wilderness navigation and zoology, and Matt, you'll be the comedy relief. The rules of Kfive club are the same as Fight club, rule number one , do not talk about Kfive Club, rule number 2 is do not talk about Kfive club, I think rule number three is if your opponent taps out or gives upt he fight is over....I forget the others but most importantly if anyone does rat out Kfive club, they get their balls cut off!"

Mr Z pulled out his butter fly knife to demonstrate the point and stuck it into the lid of a nearby garbage can.

"But why Kfive?"

"Well you know there was this one episode of aqua teen where meatwad tried to predict the lotto numbers and he predicted one, two three, four and kfive."

"Were all doomed!"

"What you doubt me? This armor has the power to take on the entire army! And with me at the driving seat, this'll be a piece of cake mixed with pizza on steroids baby! I am the master and the commander and in five years the industry will be mine!"

A bit later

"Dude, you should destroy Disney! Look at how they ruined fairy tales for our generation!" Matt said

"No! First McDonalds, then later if I feel like it I might destroy them too."

"I've detailed a number of plans here for Kfive club." Mr Z took out a chalk board

1. Locate a plane flying to Afganistan and hitch a ride.

2. Get Bin Ladens head and claim the reward

3. Use the good PR from bagging Bin Laden to further convince the public to rise up against the McDonalds in a glorious revolution.

3.5: Gather resources

4. Blackmail Bill gates into giving us his money.

5. Start our own country where nudity, high powered weapons, file sharing and polygamy are legal.

6. Capture the Chupacabra, Mothman or some other high level entity and make them work for us.

7. Locate and obtain the solar disk*!

"There, and that's what were gonna do! I think I'll call my country Benmark, named after Matts nick name!"

"Hey I never aknowledged that name!"

"I am the master and the commander, and I say your name is Benmark, and my word is law, just like Brannagans law, cold and ruthless like steel buttered up with pig fat baby!"

"What the hell is he talking about?" Walleed wondered to himself, he never understood half the things that came out of his mouth and he wasnt about to start understanding now.

"But what about those other guys, some of the others on the news definatly werent you..." Satan said

"Hmmmmm...I know that is somewhat troublesome, but never mind them right now, if they go against me I'll think of something."

OOC: *The solar disk is a rumored device said to have destroyed Atlantis. Supposedly it's guarded by some strange cult as well as various entitys. What would I do with something that could destroy Atlantis? Well I don't really know, all I know is that I want it!

Anyway, yeah this 7.5 step plan is exactly what I would do if i suddenly got guyver armor for some reason.

With a groan, Chris slapped his beeping PDA alarm, knocking it from the cradle to the floor with an annoying clatter. His dark brown eyes slowly crept open, fleeting memories from the previous nights dreams fading away. Bright lights, then nothing. Sitting up and letting the comforter slide from his face he groaned as the Laptop screen on the desk beside his bed blinked with a new mail sign from his canadian slave driver, demanding more art. Flicking off the computer he slid from the bed and went on the most dangerous hunt of his life. The hunt for clean clothes beneath his bed. A terrible battle then ensued with the dust bunny commander beneath his bed which is to gruesome to describe here. Grabbing a Legacy of Kain shirt and some jeans he slipped his car keys into his pocket and headed downstairs. EB Games had scheduled him for work at 9 and it was already 8:30. Cursing under his breath he threw on a True Crimes : Streets of LA hat and rushed out the door. Pulling open the door to his 99 Oldsmobile Alero, a white one at that, he slid in and started it. Almost immedeatly he was assaulted by Devildriver, Digging up the Corpses from the Resident Evil Apocalypse soundtrack. Slowly, a smirk crawled to his features as he stroked his chin, the first signs of a beard showing as he forgot to shave today and he threw it into drive heading for the mall. Alrhough it seemed like a completely normal day, Chris felt that something was very different about today. Pulling into a parking space and whipping out the store keys, he spun them on a finger and looked toward the light gray structure of the Warren Mall. "I'll be suprised if this place doesnt go under before I leave town."

It was the next day and Jesse was watching the news, then hears about several "training accidents" on the military base... "Training accidents my ass!unless they were training on how to take out a super powerful armored dude." As the newscast goes on,m he hears about a bunch of powerful armored guys around the world. "hmmm, well, thats interesting, maybe i should go find some of these guys?" He scribbles down where they were sighted and then looks at hte list. "hey, ones in austrailia.... Y'know I always wanted to meet Steve Irwin.... maybe i should head down there."

With that said he heads to the bank, and then heads to a travel agent to book a flight. several hours later he's on his way to austrailia.

OOC:

Warrior Zoalord: One ability gained to be discovered at his discresion.

You've used the Mega-Smasher twice now without the manditory low level armor disengage. You've been warned. :war:

What the hell was that sound, it was still night in the room and Sparky rolled over pulling the double quilt he used instead of a single up. Whatever, going back to sleep but then there was that moan again. Sparky got miffed and chucked the quilt off lying there for a minute before trying to lean up, his eyes were so heavy and he chucked one leg out from the bed and just lingered there before forcing his body up and trying to balance himself, "Fuck,shit" was the curse that came out as he stood on something in the mess of the floor next to the swivel chairfor the computer. He bounced back onto his bed before trying to get up again and stratching his crotch before reaching for a pair of jeans closeby aswell as a T-shirt, weather they were clean or dirty, he was too tired to care, he also thought he could rememebr some weird dream but he was too tired to care about that either.

He pulled on the jeans and felt some weird things on his upper back as he put his T-shirt on, he was pretty hot from just getting out the bed anf igured they were a heat rash or heat spots, he got those sometimes when he woke up. he iqnored it and put the T-shirt on walking out the room and going into the small tiolet at the hall and took a whiz and flicked the water from wshing his hands on the floor. He never washed them and his brother would probaly lsip on the water on hte wooden floorboards he though as he gave an inwards chuckkle at the thought. He knew there was stupid moaning or soem shit somewhere but he went to the kitchen and went behind teh door to the secondary fridge and took out the two litre plastic bottle of Irn Bru out and opened it drinking heavily from it.

Sparky walked out the kitchen and down the hall carrying the bottle taking another drink and going into hte living room, as soon as the door opened something black ran out at him. It was the damn dog, she was bursting to get out and moaning at the door, "I'm too tired for this crap" he said as he took another drink and went to his room to put his trainers on and put the bottle back in the fridge as he passed the kitchen. An Immensely tired Sparky looked at the cloak and saw 5:37am as he put his jacket on and walked out the door after unlocking it, it was then he realised he left the dog inside he was so damn tired and opened it to go in for her as she ran out in front of him and started sniffying anything hat was on the ground.

"Fucking move hen, I'm tired" Sparky told the dog as it ran about trying to find a palce to piss or shit or whatever te fuck it wanted to do.......

15 minutes later..........

Sparky opened the house door and the dog ran in but he heard something and pushed the dog in with his leg and shut the dog, it sounded like a car coming along the road which was weird since the road was alwas quiet at this time, Sparky walked out the fence and his eyes flashed in terror from nowhere a car came along the road it's headligh right for him. He tried to jump out the way but it was too fast.
The driver was a young boozehound and had some gimps in the car with him, when they came up the road and saw Sparky they though they'd give him a scare but unfortunately the car was lost out of they're control and was about to smack him.
As the car was about to go right over him Sparky didn't know what to do or why he said it but it was one word and from sheer reaction "Guyver........"

Something spherical in shape and powerful blew the car upwards destroying the front, as it was coming back down from about 5 feet in the air it didn't hit the ground right away. It just kind of slammed and became hung in mid air as it hit something, as the jerk from the catch hit the car the two dead people in the front of the car bounced out the ruined front window they're faces busted open. Below them Sparky was pretty much in shock and not realising quit how easily a car was being held above his head, he was one of those things on the tv. He'd seen reports of some of those things, there was one that had even be running round blowing up McDonalds. Not a bad idea considering, there was one pretty close to here, he smash it up and be back here in no time but first there was the bastards that had just tried to run him over.

The dark dull kind of blue grey armoured fiqure snapped into awaremess, a sensory spike slide up into position and another directly behind making a kind of two peice blade as both curved and seemed to go with each other perfectly. Sparky growled and haved the car where it was laucnhed onto the nearby hill as it knocked down some trees as it rolled to stop.

He turned and started to head for the shopping center where the Mcdonalds was located but in a mere few moments he found he was already there with a mere output excursion, he could move so fast it was incredible. He wondered just how much power this 'armour' gave him, now that he was awake Sparky realised he felt better. The last few days he had a really pretty crappy cough, he was having a hard time breathing and every minute he was chokin on flem but he was suddenly feeling better right now. He just hadn't noticed from being so tired.

This thing was just, amazing. he reached out and without any effort pulled a signpost out the ground, "Na, I held a car above my head a while ago, this is easy" It was then he spotted the construction site and some construction equipment........

OOC:Next post, find out what happened to that construction equipment...........

OOC: So you're coming into my territory are you Warrior?
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Riven yawned tiredly as he walked into the kitchen and poured some cereal into a bowl and then went into the lounge room where he sat down and turned on the tv and watched the morning news.

"An Official at the William Town Air Force reported that a group of armed men broke into a warehouse hanger early this morning, however when sercurity personel arrived the men had been brutally beaten and one of them had an arm cut off by an extremely sharp blade of some type. His condition is critical according to the Official. As of yet they have been unable to find out from the men what stopped them, or what their true intentions were to begin with, but whatever stopped them has been said to have scared them almost within an inch of their lives" a newsreported said. "And in other news, a McDonalds in Amercia was attacked by....."

"Yeah, I am pretty scary" Riven said as he calmly switched it over to another channel that was playing cartoons. "Alright, Garfield's on."

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In a dark room, a group of men sat around a table looking over survalience photos taken at the William town base. Pictures taken by sercurity camera's of the thing that had stopped the group of men earlier that day, and watching some of the video footage also take from the sercurity camera's. The speed with which it moved was astounding and the combat abilities even more so.

"That thing is incrediable" said one of the men.

"Its combat abilities are unbelieable, whoever it is, is a trained soldier no doubt" said another.

"Its probably some secret weapon America or Japan have been working on and decided to use us a test country" another one said a little bitterly.

"I want every base in a Australia on our highest alert" said the one in charge of the little gathering.

OOC: Yep, you got a tank in yer backyard now :P

As his plane touched down in Sydney he waited for the fasten seatbelt sign to turn off then he got up, collected the few things he brought with him, and heads off the plane. He gets his suitcase from the baggage claim then goes through customs, shows his passport gives a nothing to declair, and then heads out of the airport, stopping only to pick up a newspaper that talks about an attack on an air force base and a map, flags a cab, and heads off to a hotel.

File in the cab he reads up on the story of the air force base break in, and the unknown being that stopped it. "looks like I got a place to stop at after my zoo trip."Once he gets to the hotel he checks in, unpacks his things, and goes to bed, feeling tired from the long assed trip across the pacific.

Several hours later he wakes up, takes a shower and eats breakfast, then looks at a map of australia that he got from one of the gift shops in the airport with his paper. And frowns "ack, long way to the zoo...." Descides to check out the air force base and flags a cab, and heads to William Town.

OOC: alright, I edited my post due to something Riv told me.... stupid geography!

Riven flew across the sea at top speed, parting the sea on either side of him holding onto a heap of back packs that were almost bursting, they were pack that full and aside from those he also carried a really big camping bag on his back also filled with stuff.

"Japan is such a beautiful country and so bountiful with cool stuff" Riven thought as he flew around an oil tanker, almost flying straight through it and scaring many of the so called harden sailors abord. "Watch where ye going ye surly sea rats!!" he yelled back at them mockingly.

An hour and a half later he touched down in his back yard and shrugged off the bags before disengaging the armor and then draging the bags inside and, which was when he rang Reece up and told him to come down. By the time Reece got down he had piles of anime mechandize spread out all over the place, boxes with models, mangas, animes, other cool stuff that had nothing to do with anime. When Reece saw it all he stood frozen in shock, his jaw all but touching the floor.

"I'll have to take you and Sarah with me next time I go to Japan" Riven said calmly as he took out an Evangelion action figure, then he remembered something and started rumaging through all the stuff until he found something in particular. "This is for you."

He threw and Reece caught it, and stared at it in shock. It was a cold cast collectors edition statue of Riku from Final Fantasy X wearing a skimpy outfit. Reece instantly started to drool over it.

"Geez, don't mess yourself" he said in disgust, then suddenly he realized something else. "Oh shit!"

"What?" Reece asked.

"How am I going to hide this from my mum?" he said.

"Hmm, good question,better one though, how did you pay for all this?" Reece asked.

"Reece come on, honestly, how did you think I got all this?" Riven said dryly.

"You stole it?!" Reece said in shock.

"Thats a harsh word Reece" Riven winced a little.

"Well what would you call it?!" Reece demanded.

"I would call it finally having the power to do what I want when I want. I finally collecting my due Reece, collecting on what I've earned over the years, I'm sure you can understand that. Yes, with great power comes great responsibility and I fully intend to use my abilities to protect man kind and fight for the good of humanity, but I'm also going to use my powers to make my life a little bit better" Riven said with a hard stare. "All my life, my mother and I have struggled to put enough food on the table, now I have the power to make sure there's always enough food for us, whatever we need or want, I will take. You want a new computer Reece, give me the name of a shop, the name of model and its yours."

Reece stared at him a little stunned. "Riven, I'm not sure about this."

Riven stood up and looked straight at him. "Dont be worried Reece. You know me, you can trust me. And I have big plans, Australia is going to change, for the better I mind you, things will be better but I can't make this happen without the help of those I trust and you are one of those people Reece. Australia is about to change hands, and you'll be at the top with me, along with our closest friends. Our time has come to rise up and show everyone what we're made of. Unfortunately, I will have to get my hands dirty to do it, deaths will be involved, but I'm willing to live with that if it means creating a new Australia that won't be controlled by greedy politicians."

Reece sighed deeply then looked him straight in the eye. "I want my own jumbo jet, I want to be like John Trovolta."

Riven laughed loudly "Reece, you can have many fleets of Jumbo Jets and much, much, more. Now I'm going to go for a bit of a flight, I love being able to fly, its so amazing."

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Ten minutes later, a young man leaning over a radar screen gasped.

"Sir, its that thing again!!" he said in alarm.

A general walked up to the screen and narrowed his eyes. "Scramble the fighters now, shoot that thing down!!"

* * *

Riven was flying about happily doing loop to loops and barrel rolls without a care in the world, until a roaring noise filled his ears and he looked around in confusion, knowing he should know that noise from somewhere. That was when he spotted the twenty or so F22's flying straight for him.

"Oh shit" Riven said thought.

Within seconds the jets were on him and he found himself dodging a hail storm of bullets, spinning away from them and then flying straight up into the air above the clouds. He realized that he was too close to homes and other places where innocent people could get hurt, so he flew straight for the ocean where he would be able to fight without worrying about civilans.

He ducked out of the way as a bullets whizzed past him, the orbson his head twitching like they did when trouble was coming, almost like a spider sense he realized. With in a minute or so Riven found himself over the bay and pulled a sharp turn and flew straight at an oncoming jet, raising one of his vibrational blades and taking a wing off. The jet flew for a few meters before the wing fell away and the jet tumbled out of the sky and into the water just off the beach, the pilot ejecting a few seconds before the jet hit the water and exploded into a ball of flames.

"Hope he knows its breeding season for Sharks around these parts" Riven thought darkly then flew further out with the rest of the jets following after him. "Thats it, follow the warrior."

Suddenly white hot pain exploded in his mind and he grabbed at his shoulder where a bullet had just shot through, ripping a huge hole in his shoulder. He screamed out in pain and fell out of the sky and slamming into the water like a ton of bricks, sinking deep below the water. The mass of fighter jets flew about over head, the pilots staring down at where he had fallen and were congradulating themselves on a job well done, when suddenly a tower of water shot up into the sky surprising all of them, until Riven shot straight up through a jet, coursing it to explode a few seconds later.

"YOU'VE PISSED ME OFF NOW!!" Riven roared in a loud booming voice, his shoulder healing right before his eyes, then he felt something strange and looked down at his chest to see a strange light glowing between the armor plates. He smiled, knowing it had to be some kind of weapon and grabbed the chestplates in the middle, and then ripped them open as a bright light exploded out, engulfing two jets in the process, and then he started to spin turn around, wiping out jet after jet. But after about ten seconds the energy dissipated and Riven closed the plates, feeling very drained. "Won't be doing that for a while" he muttered

He looked up and saw saw the five jets left flying back towards him in attack formation, obviously having flown away when he fired the powerful weapon and had regrouped.

"Oh this is just prime" he said sarcastically. "Well, I'm certainly not running away from these bastards!" he yelled and flew straight for them, all of his swords extended to their full length. With his sensors he realized they had launched all their missiles at him and braced himself as he flew as fast as he possibly could, yelling out his defiance as he suddenly shot through the barrage of missiles and attacked the jets.

He drove through two of them and then flew another, slicing off the tail before going after the other two and ripping through them like they were tinfoil. Wreckages fell out of the sky as five pilots parachuted to safety while Riven seriously comtemplated killing all of them, but in the end he decided not to let them drown and grabbed each parachute and flew them back to the mainland, where he tied them up with the ropes and such.

"Now, you tell whoever gave you all the orders to kill me, that if I ever have a fighter jet on my ass again, I will n ot stop until they are dead. Furhter more, every time the government tries to kill me, I will retaliate with vicious force, If they sent five people after me, I will kill three, send ten I'll kill seven, and so on and so on. But if you really piss me off I will destroy Australia's military, air force and navy forces in a matter of days. Your superiors may not like my actions, but I don't care, I'm not a villian and I will save people with my abilities like I did you, but that does not mean, I'm going to follow the law. Things are going to change, and the government, if I decide there will be one when I'm done, will have to learn to live with it" He explained coldly. "Now, is that understood? Nod!"

The five men nodded quickly.

"Good, now I hope I won't see you again" Riven replied and flew off landin a few blocks away in deserted alley where the unit deactivated. "What a shitty ending to a good day. Obviously there's still some things I have to learn about this thing. Like not using the big flashy attack thing too much, I barely kept this thing from deactivating on me. Oh screw it, I'm going home and watching some anime" he said and calmly walked away.

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OOC: Give it a day before you go looking for him Warrior, Riven isn't in the best of moods right now and would probably sooner kill you then chat ^_^;

As he's riding along in the cab he hears the roaring of fighter jets and the firing of there guns, so he opens the window and looks out in time to see over a dozen fighter jets flying over head, shooting at something roughly human sized, and he blinks a bit. "whoa, didn't know they could fly also...."

A couple minutes later he sees a bright flash in the sky, and smirks a bit. "Well, deffinately know that's who i'm looking for, but i should probably wait a while till i visit him, if i figure out where he lives, since he's probably really angry and tired right now......" he smirks a bit as he has flashbacks of a couple days ago, with the tansk and all that. "seems like me and hyim got a few things in common."

He consults his map and draws a line over the direction that the figure and jets were heading, then extends it backwards to find out where they originated from, and finds only one city that he would accually cross over. "Well, that's where i'll start i guess." He pulls out a pen and marks 'possible hometown of australian guyver' on the map before folding it up as the cab continues on its way to William town, where he looks over the base, well, as much as he can without getting shot at and then takes the cab back to his hotel where he pays the cabbie and then goes inside before figuring out exactly how he's going to go on with his search.

Thinks outloud to himself. "Man, this would be so much easier if we had a way to talk to eachother...." He also makes a note to rent a car in the morning, as taking cabs everywhere would be getting very expensive, then he descides to walk the city for the rest of the day before heading off to bed.

OOC: in case your wondering how he came to the conclusion of which city riv's char came from, he's a genius and it was easy for him to calculate. :P

OOC: City my ass, Nelson Bay is a fishing village {err}
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"Do I want to know how you managed to get all that money?" Reece whispered.

"Nope" Riven said calmly without turning to face his friend.

"Right this way gentlemen" said a man in a bussiness suit similar to ones Reece and Riven were wearing, which they had brought with some of the said money Riven had "acquired" that day. The man led them into a large condo that overlooked the ocean of the city not far from the bay where the two lived. "It has three bedrooms, one is a master bedroom up those stairs with access to the balacony, it also has two bathrooms, a study, a kitchen and its own private elevator, as well as this spacious living room. Perfect for what you said you were looking for."

"Indeed" Riven said in a buisness like tone as he inspected the place. "I'll take it. Reece, Pay the man" he said as he snapped his fingers.

"Don't push it" Reece growled, but never the less he opened a suit case and showed the man two million dollars, before closing it and handing the suit case to the suddenly pasty white man.

"I'm afraid you don't pay me young sir" the man all but stammered.

"I know, thats part of your commission and there is a condition, I don't want people knowing that I've brought this place. I'm heir to a vast fortune and if I end up with paparrazi in the lobby of this building, I will not be impressed and I will take back my money. I trust though that me living here will stay between me, you Reece here and whoever I pay for this place" Riven explained.

"Of course" the man replied quickly.

"Good, then I'll start moving stuff in immediately, lets go and formly pay for this place and then we can be on our way. Reece, the door" Reece growled as Riven moved ino earshot. "I'll buy you a Ferrari" Riven added silently.

"Right this way master" Reece said as he opened the door with lightning speed.

* * *

"Sorry about that" Riven said as he drove down the street in his own Ferrari that he brought earlier before going to buy the apartment. "I needed to make it look like I was royalty and royalty always travel with a servant, usually a bodyguard so if it keeps you from bursting into fits of rage, think of yourself as a bodyguard" he told his friend who sat in the passenger seat with a pissed off look on his face.

"You owe me a cool car" Reece said.

"You can have this own" Riven said.

Reece looked at him in shock. "You've always wanted a car like this one though?"

"True, but I can get any car I want now, so you can have this one" Riven shrugged.

"So where did you get that money from?" Reece as with narrowed eyes, it was obviously he was still feeling a bit at odds about this whole taking what they wanted thing.

"Lets see, there was a columbian drug lord in Columbia, a couple drug lords in america and a few in Sydney. Then I knocked over an armored transport truck carrying a heap of money, don't worry though, only the drug lords got hurt, I just took the money from the armored truck and left the guys there scared out of their minds" he said. "Took me all night though to get everything done though, flying all over the place and dodging all those bullets was a little tiring."

"You're lucky that thing can heal you. Actually you're lucky those missiles didn't kill you yesterday" Reece said seriously, then shook his head. "How much money do we have anyway? Can I get my own apartment too?"

"Yeah, why not, we'll do that another time though. And we have more then enough money to last us for now though, and I would recommend we keep this car hidden in the parking garage at the apartment building for now" Riven told him. "So we'll take this back there when we're finished and then we're going home for the day. Mum's been asking questions about where I've been and I don't know how I'm going to tell her about all this, and I think she won't like what I'm doing, taking things I mean, even though it is for a good cause."

"Your mum can be pretty scary" Reece agreed.

"Who said I'm scared of her!" Riven said quickly.

"Because you're not stupit" Reece said dryly.

* * *

Later that day, Riven was out the back of his house practicing his kata, and many other martial arts moves, working up a sweat, though he was just getting started.

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OOC: You can have them meet now Warrior

With a great heaving effort John pried himself out of his bed and rubbed his thick mane of bedhead hair as he made his way to the shower. His head was throbbing, and not from the drinking from last night, it was something else.

His pesky younger sister made some comment about his less then presentable appearance when he came downstairs. Without a word John shook his hair, spraying water all over her and her breakfast. "That's what I thought ya little wench!"

University was out due to the christmas holidays and it was hellishly cold outside, just the way John liked it. He dried his hair and dressed after eating his breakfast, bacon sandwitch with a side of ham. He still couldn't piece together what happened last night, he remembered the party, he remembered the women, and the beer, and the shots but nothing after he left.

He shrugged it off and went to go take his dogs for a walk outside, it was about 15 degrees below zero or so outside, perfect weather, barring the fact that he had no goddamn snow.

After the thirty minute walk he decided to take the bus down to the mall to get some munchies, it was student's discount at the local Bulk Barn which mean more snacks per buck for him.

He sat there motionless in a sleepy trance as the engine of the extremely long bus roared as it continued towards the largest mall in Ontario. However as they came to another stop he had this strange urge to look up to see who'd came on the bus. A scruffy looking man that anyone wouldn't like. He shrugged it off and lulled his head back until he jumped at the sound of a gunshot and felt a hot liquid splatter across his face.

Instinct took over as he saw the man, obviously derranged and upset whirling his gun around, the passenger next to John, slumped to their side shivering from the blood loss. With little prompting he stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around the young teenager his own age and quickly ripped off one of his sleeves and began to bind the wound.

John could feel the man loom over him and press the hot barrel to the back of his neck and mutter some incoherent nonsense and snap off the safety. A sudden fire errupted from deep within his core as he spun and knocked the man's gun away and with a familar diving tackle knocked him out the open door of the bus as people screamed in horror.

Midway out of the bus the barrel of the gun was pressed up against John's temple and a strange sensation came over his body, much like he was on fire and saw a nova like blast of energy explode out of him, vaporizing the man and his gun before he could pull the trigger. It happened so fast John landed in the small crater he made from this blast like explosion and took in the world as though he had just seen it for the first time.

"Whoa..."

OOC:

Kaiser Dragoon: One ability gained to be discovered at his discresion.

Sparky: One ability gained to be discovered at his discresion.

Riven : Second ability gained to be discovered at his discresion.

Sitting behind the bright yellow EB Games desk, Chris grumbled slightly. Once again, the boss Doug had left well over 75 trade ins ungutted and unstickered. Prying open the first case he began the slow process of turning trade ins into profit. The first hour or so of the day was pretty dead. A kid or so walked into the store to browse or try and read a magazine but Chris shooed them away almost as soon as they sat down with the magazine. Leaning against the display case full of games he was about to crack open his daily 2-liter of Mountain Dew when the malls PA system crackled to life. The message which ensued caused him to drop the soda and duck behind his desk. A gruff voice came over the PA, speaking about how a group of unknown men had taken over the mall and would be going store to store to take the money within. This boded pretty badly as half the mall was Northwest Savings Banks. Hell, Warren County was the international Capitol for Northwest right now. He had no idea of knowing if these guys were carrying weapons but he had one. it was more of a good luck charm than anything. An ornate knife given to him by his father. As silly as it was, the knife casing was set up to look like the pricing bar of a Spider Man comic from the early sixties. Chris always carried it with him as it seemed to really work as a good luck charm. Especially since his dads health had been waning over the last few years. he always believed that so long as he kept the knife nearby his father would always be around. Scrambling into the back room he pulled the knife from his jacket pocket and flicked it open. While ornate, he had always kept it sharp as possible and in a hand to hand situation this may give him an advantage. The weight of the knife in his hands was comforting even in a situation like this. keeping in a low crouch he slid across the wall facing the hallway and peered through the stores only display window. Three men were walking this way through the hall. One went into Kay Jewelers, one went into the Fashion Bug, and one was heading here. each one seemed to be carrying a 45. semi auto handgun. Seven shots a piece, if he was lucky they werent holopoints. Turning the knife so the back of the blade rested agains this forearm he tensed himself for the inevitable. Muscles tensed and senses seemed to sharpen even as the slightest tremor raced through his body. He had never been more scared in his entire life and if he couldnt defend himself and at least get this guys gun he would more than likely be dead.

The next few seconds seemed to span hours. The mands boot fell across the carpeting, Chris' entire body pushed halfway around and forward, his arm jutting out as fast as humanly possible. The knife slid across the mans gun arm causing him to cry out and fall back dropping the 45. Putting to much weight into the lung Chris fell forward onto the gun and by sheer luck rolled over to grab it and get up onto one knee, raising the weapon to head level and aiming for the mans face. Clutching his arm the man backed off in a backwards crab waddle from the floor. looking like some trained soldier, Chris held the knife and the gun in his hands looking ready to switch between them at a seconds notice if need be. breathing evenly he braced himself as the man screamed for his accomplices to come help him.

After several days of training in the mountains Sith Decided to look for his Piedmont counter part. In that brief time he Had learned how to fly, Throw medium range gravity bombs, and used a particle cannon of unimaginable power. He decided that he would stay at home and watch for reports on the news for this individual rather than randomly scouring the countryside for him. His current pattern of behavior led Sith to believe that it wouldn’t be too long till he was one again trying to be a vigilante. But, slipping into his devious Sith mind set he would not reveal himself at first, he would take care of business in his home town first. And observe this person should he decide to show himself.

(I am the shadow; Knowledge is my power, stealth is my weapon, terror is my shield. Something beyond us is watching how we conduct ourselves, studying and gauging our reactions. We could be part of some great unknown weapons test. I must be cautious. I will silently make contact with my counter parts, and so long as they don’t kill innocent bystanders I shall leave them be.)

Little did Sith know just how right his deductions were, Something big loomed on the horizon. And it would alter everyone’s lives forever.

Sparky woke up at pretty late in the aternoon as usual and got up and dresssed himself before walking out his room and down hte hall to hte living room. His dad was sitting there watching the news, "And what we have here is a breaking story, yesterday we had a report from areas of the world of these apparant rumured figures and one locatedin hte town of glasgow it's self. We now have a report of another"

The scene suddenly changed to the Mcdonalds where a bunch of construction equipment had been torn apart and smashed through the Mcdonalds buildings and the narration continued, "However some believe this to be the work of the Indiana location based person that has been destroying the McDonalds of this regoin, this figure has so far been dubbed the McDonalds Ripper" As a comparison there was a mildly recovered security video from the ruined mcdonalds comparing the figure in Glasgow to the one in Indiana and some video analyst had said from what he could make out it was the same thing.

He stood in the living room thinking it over and Spark grinned as he looked out the window to see some trucks clearing away the car he tossed onto the hill last night he came to hte conclusion that no-one suspected a different Guyver thing to be in Glasgow and they all somhow thought it was that one in Indiana and not even the one that was reported in Aberdeen. He walked out the living room and into the kitchen to get something to eat before grabbing his jacket, he thought at first those guyver things were just some prank but after last night he knew better and he also knew about the rumers of the one that had been seen in aberdeen.

"Where you going" Sparky heard his dad call, "Just out to the town, get some stuff"

"Alright, don't be long" he heard as he went out the door, he knew he'd have to fly towards the Aberdeen area like he had found out last night how to do but he needed to find soem place to turn the armour on, it wasn't exactly a good place to activate something like that in the middle of the street. He decided to use the hill and ran across the road avoiding any cars before hopping the fence and going into the treets that grow there so no-one would see him.

"Guyver" was the only thing said as the blastfield activated ad once again he was wearing that weird armour, when he was smashing stuff last night he felt round his head and those weird orbs were giving him all kinds of information about the area round him. His hand passd by the secondary sensory spike directly behind the forward one, only it was placed halfway back across the top of the head. He started to think at the orb thing at his waist and the dull grey/blue figure started to lift from the ground and then straight up so he was no where close to being able to being seen by anyone on the ground. He was so high up Sparky began to wonder if this thing could hit the outer atmosphere or even space it's self but he wasn't about to try that anytime soon. Instead he started to fly in the direction of Aberdeen, see if he couldn't find that other one......