Heroes: The Rise of Omnicorp

[Dark Silver]

The knock caught him off guard. He shoved a picture back into a drawer, before he closed it.

He had changed out of his costume, dressed in civilian clothing. Jeans and a black t-shirt.

"It's open" he said, figuring it could be one of two people, and neither would hurt him

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost opened the door, leaning against the door frame. "Well, shall we get started with training?" He said, eager to continue and learn how to use the ring on his right hand.

[Dark Silver]

"Your learning pretty well so far. We need to work on your flying.."

Saibot walked to the door, "Let's head up to the desert, and we'll practice a bit."

He put a hand on Ghost's shoulder, and walked down the hall to the elevator that would take them to the surface.




On the surface, Saibot looked around, "The Ring, as you know, responds to your thoughts. Somethings, like the Life Support fields, work on the Ring's own violition, it's very rare for the Field to go out, short of you being knocked unconcious."

He walked a bit away from Ghost, as his light blue field outlined him, "To fly, you simply will yourself off the ground. Like so."

With that, Saibot lifted off the ground, slowly, without disturbing a spec of sand.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost nodded, gulping a bit. He took a deep breath and breathed it out slowly. He focused, the support field of the ring lighting up around him, a green glow. Ghost slowly lifted off the ground. He smiled, figuring it wasn't too hard. As the thought crossed his mind, he fell back to the hard dirt, grunting. "Ah, shit." He said, shaking his head. "Well, not bad for a first try." The spook said, looking up at Garth from behind his sunglasses.

[LadyTevar]

Li Na, of course, got back to the house first, a literal dark cloud following her as her ire and wrath stirred up the shadows nearby. Anyone brave enough to face her might get a straight answer on what happened in SF.

[frigidmagi]

Blast had been puttering around. He was still sore and a bit tired. Argent's "dark cloud" made his head hurt.

"Hey, what's the deal with the bad vibes?" Blast asked rubbing his head.

[rhoenix]

Argent, to Alexander, was first "that shadowy dragon-thing," and now as her own person, to be sure - but still, like the rest, an unknown quantity - he didn't know what all of their abilities, powers, or whatnot were.

He knew in a limited capacity that she was empathic. What Alexander did not know, however, was that she could project, and very strongly. Like now, for instance, as she stomped gracefully into the house, seemingly surrounded by a palpable dark cloud of angry rageful screaming pissedoffness that almost felt like it was pushing him, trying to start a fight as she moved into the room.

Taking a sip of his tea, Alexander looked up from his laptop at Argent, who actually seemed as if she were warming the air around her due to how mad she was, and threw caution to the winds. "Bad day out?"

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart went down to Ghiradeli's and enjoyed a massive and sinfully delicious sundae. He then resumed his walk.

[General Havoc]

Hydro had spent most of the day following his conversation with Argent engaged in examining the relative efficiencies of drip and sprinkler irrigation systems, with which the garden had examples in abundance. As the best way to follow them was with an internal investigation, he had spent several hours feeding himself through pipes and irrigation lines, reforming out of the dirt in every case and timing his flowthrough rate with some form of chronometry derived from the chirping of cicadas and fed through his own calculations. He was on his way to constructing a viable theory for the improvement of the system when the wave of aggression hit him like a proverbial truck.

He went completely rigid, save for the fact that his internal water began to boil frantically, rippling his surface with cat's paws and shimmering refraction. He did not move for several minutes, and it was only when he spotted Argent returning to the property that he... slowly... made his way over to the kitchen of the house, his every move extremely rigid and tightly controlled, with the caveat that he was an animate mass of water.

"There is... something... greatly amiss..." he said, but his voice was entirely changed, deeper and with malice rolling through it, no longer the bubbling sound of a "tame" body of water like a water cooler or reservoir, it was now the faint rumblings of the open ocean, as it was slowly whipped into an unstoppable frenzy by a terrible storm.

[LadyTevar]

"Hey, what's the deal with the bad vibes?" Blast asked rubbing his head.

Taking a sip of his tea, Alexander looked up from his laptop at Argent, who actually seemed as if she were warming the air around her due to how mad she was, and threw caution to the winds. "Bad day out?"

"There is... something... greatly amiss..." (Hydro) said, but his voice was entirely changed, deeper and with malice rolling through it....

Li Na's answer was as close to malice as Hydro's own, and the shadows writhed and cringed like lovecraftian constructs. "Yes. There Is. And when Blackheart comes back, he can take his clothing and swim home. Or I Will Remove Him."

[rhoenix]

Li Na's answer was as close to malice as Hydro's own, and the shadows writhed and cringed like lovecraftian constructs. "Yes. There Is. And when Blackheart comes back, he can take his clothing and swim home. Or I Will Remove Him."

"Alright," said Alexander, watching Argent out of the corner of his eye, and the shadows all around the room. "There's still some Kona coffee in the pot - I bought a bag this morning."

The most frightening thing to Alexander about this whole situation felt...normal, despite the immediate shock hearing that Blackheart, who was apparently this group's de facto leader, was to be kicked out. Even so, the situation reminded him a little of the orphanage in which he grew up, though the similarities beyond some of the personalities were tenuous at best.

As he finished musing, he returned to designing a photon-based complex circuit. If it worked, he'd be able to use something built with it without requiring a battery.

[Hotfoot]

Hotfoot was in the middle of his daily exercises when Argent stormed back in, and the flood of emotions caused his eyes to narrow. "Great," he muttered, up in his room, "more drama."

The last week had been somewhat solitary. He didn't want to talk to anyone here, he had some things he needed to come to terms with himself. More than once he had left the house for personal business. He had been tempted to go visit a far-off place, but he didn't want to call undue attention to himself from the other side of the country.

The tensions in the house had been running high lately. Between the new guy Hotfoot had brought back from the last mission, the loss of Legacies, and the growing storm between Blackheart and Argent, Hotfoot's patience had been wearing thin. Usually, he had avoided conflict, but this seemed worse than before. He walked down into the common area, making a path to the kitchen, looking for the coffee. The shadow creations around the area caused him to raise an eyebrow. No, now coffee was a requirement. No need to ask what was wrong, soon enough people would start asking, arguing, or generally talking about it...

[Dark Silver]

Saibot, chuckled as Ghost floated up, then crashed down hard. With the flicker of the life support field, he had a idea of what happened.

"You need to concentrate. It takes will to work the Ring's properly. Something you'll have to work on, eventually, it'll become second nature, it did to me..."

A frown crossed his face for a moment, and he shook his head. Why did he say it took time? He never remembered a time when he didn't have complete control of the Ring.....neither did the others have to adjust....

They all knew how to use the Ring's instinctively....

"Try again Ghost, just clear your mind for now...just concentrate on floating, then after, we'll work on actually flying. We shouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing us out here...luckily. We're almost two hundred miles from Vegas..."

[General Havoc]

"That is not what I meant..."

Hydro was speaking more directly than he ever had in the past week or so that he had been among the metahumans, and his tendril, used normally as a head or a place for reference, had folded back into his body. He seemed to swell, to loom up, as his coloration faded from translucent light cerulean to dark Grey, like a northern sea in an arctic gale.

"Something..." he said, his watery voice becoming more distorted and forced, as he plainly was having trouble articulating the proper sounds. "something... most... disturbing is... t... taking.... place...."

His very surface began to warp and twist, as he quivered, droplets of water falling from his looming form onto the floor, and not reforming as they otherwise would.

[frigidmagi]

Blast almost fell over from the slam of emotions. He almost flare up his powers in defense... It was defense right? Later for that later.

"Okay! Okay! Let's tamp that down huh? For me okay? Now can you start at the beginning Argent?" Blast said holding out his hands placatingly.

[LadyTevar]

In the back of her mind, Gravitas stirred. In his current state, not comatose, but more a deep mediation, he felt the emotions Argent was emitting, and sent back his own: a deep peace and calm. It trickled slowly across the link in the back of her mind, a serenity that began to sooth her agitation, and thus calm himself.

It allowed Argent to take a deep breath and reign in the worst of the anger, shunting it away from the links to her allies and swallowing back the more obvious aura around her. The shadows around her grew, however, as the anger found an outlet there.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost nodded. "Concentrate, huh? Alright. At least you aren't talking backwards, green and two feet tall." Ghost said, concentrating and soon was off the ground again, this time remaining there, though only a foot high.

[Dark Silver]

Saibot watched Ghost, nodding in approval as the man was floating.

"Good, now higher."

In example, Saibot started floating up higher, not slowly, but quickly. Within a second, he was nearly 60' in the air.

"Take your time. But get your ass up here."

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost slowly, but surely, floated up to the sixty foot mark, looking at Saibot. "How's this?" He asked, dipping down for a second, before he caught himself, back level with his teacher.

[Dark Silver]

"So far, so good, let's see how well you multitask."

With that, Saibot threw a punch at Ghost's face, waiting to see the reaction

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost let himself fall for a second, dropping five feet below Saibot, before rising back up, a few feet away from Saibot. "That work, or should I have tried to make a shield?"

[Dark Silver]

Saibot's eyebrow raised, "Doesn't matter how you dodged, you dodged it. But I want to see you being able to do other things besides floating, while floating. You need to be able to keep the Ring under control. Otherwise, you focus on doing one thing, and cancel out the others."

With that, Saibot started dropping slowly, "Start practicing. Stay floating and start making your Ring do things. Make shapes, tools, etc."

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost started off slow. Soon, a single small green block formed infront of him. Soon another, and then another. After at least thrity minutes, he started changing the shapes and sizes, every so often dipping or rising instead of maintaining his height.

[Dark Silver]

For the entire half hour, Saibot watched Ghost.

"Concentrate Dan, don't let your concentration waver, in the back of your mind, keep the thought of maintaining height."

He had to admit, at least, that Ghost took to the Ring quicker than he expected him to. It would take time for the two to entwine, to work as a unit, but they would get there.

"Work for another hour, and we'll go grab a bite to eat."

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost worked hard in that hour. It seemed to him that the more he worked with the ring, the easier it became to do new things and seemed to take less concentration to keep flying or making normal shapes.

As the hour expired, Ghost looked to Saibot. "Now what?" He asked, smiling.