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'In the wake of Africa and the destruction of the Uroboros virus, the survivors turn their attention toward homeland problems. Chris, Jill, Sheva, and Josh return to the states & take control of the remains of the B.S.A.A. Clean up on all fronts begins smoothly - teams spreading out to deal with the scattered pockets of Tricell's remains.
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Plot With the fall of BEGA, Boris once more disappeared from the scene until called up by voltaire's lawyer, stating he was to look after the Hiwitari company until Kai turned 25. No one expected for Boris to try his luck once more on the beyblading world. But this time, things got nasty. With the new and up rising teams coming into light, Boris used this opponity to get a hold on these naive teams. Offering a place to train and equitement to use in return for loyal to his cause.
Boris had re made his plan for world domination, but time in in a far more subtle way. He formed up a small beyblade summer camp, in which teams and single beybladers could enroll in during the summer months to become better bladers, offering them a chance at the title which Tyson held. Once he had discovered true talent, he carefully began to ease them away from the others, giving them more chances to improve their skills before they would just 'disappear' from the radar.
Backstory The date is 15th July 2006, Tyson having passed all expections is still World Champion. Much has changed in the BBA, Mr. Dickenson retired two years ago, and Hiro GRanger, Tyson's older brother, took over management. With the recent death of Voltaire Hiwitari, Boris Balkov has officially taken over the Hiwitari Industries until Kai hits the age of 25. Having faced against Tyson during the last world tournament and finishing 4th in the tournament, Max returned to America with his team mates, the PPB All Starz, to find that his mother, Judy Tate was with his father, talking over old matters. Much Max's delight, his parents were willing to give their old relationship another go. After much thought and consideration, his mother gave Max a vital role within the American Project Power Beyblade. Ray reaching third in the world tournament, Ray returned to his home village in the Chinese mountains. Training with his White Tiger X team mates. His old tutor, Tao having reached the end of his lifetime, passed on the last of his knowledge before slipping away. After spending time, thinking of tao's last words, they fially made sense to Ray, and so he lead his team mates deep into the heart of the chinese mountains.
Since Boris's departure from the Balkov Abbey, Tala and the other Blitzkrieg boys turned the abbey into a orphans shelter, removing all traces of their bitter past and hiring staff to care for the children whilst they live in Russia's capital, Moscow, occassionally offering lessons to the kids to teach them the spirit of blading, although this has sparked some friction between the team due to their lack of socialision with the public. Despite all of Tala's efforts to try and quell the agruements, the team fragemented, Ian still being young chose to leave the Blitzkireg boys, taking his own path. Bryan and Spencer chose to remain, assisting Tala, their loyalities to him still strong despite their less than pleasant situation
Whispers In The Dark « Result #4 on Nov 19, 2009, 4:51pm »
Welcome to Miami, Florida Fun in the sun… or not.
Just when you thought that things were safe, that you could go out at night to enjoy yourself at the various clubs along that large strip of beach on the city’s outskirts. Think again.
Miami used to be a city full of bustling people. Retirees from all over the world come here to die, young women think that they can make it rich modeling or even starring in that next big movie; men think that they can achieve and have everything from money to women all while driving a fancy car. But all of this is about to change.
We humans are not alone.
Crime scene investigator, Horatio Caine had thought that he’d seen everything. Several different murders across the city were popping up. Some of the murder victims with strange marks on their necks, or so mangled that they couldn’t tell if it was male or female.
But that’s not the end of it.
To add to the CSIs caseloads, other things are starting to happen. Unexplained deaths are occurring; with no rhyme or reason as to why the victim had lost their life.
Enter Demons & Angels
Heaven and Hell have been at odds for years. God and the Devil made a wager… a sort of standing bet that put the fate of the souls of mankind up for grabs. Each side can influence what people do but may not touch them. But the demons have figured out a way to get onto the plain of earth and to influence with beguiling speech.
Werewolves and Vampires
Right along side humans vampires and werewolves alike work and live undetected in the city. Some may own a favorite hotspot such as a club, restaurant, or spa. These creatures are both rich and poor and could even be your best friend, lover or boss. Mutants
Working alongside the police, mutants have moved into the city as well. Some of them work for law enforcement; others tend to enjoy the world of crime. Either way, they’ve managed to find ways fit in.
So what’s the problem?
Aside from the fact that there are clearly not just humans within the lively city of Miami, there’s the fact that these same beings have run into a complication. A virus has broken out infecting both vampires and werewolves alike. Threatening to destroy their lives and those that they care about. The police have no clue what is going on and have zero leads in finding out who is causing all of the dead bodies to pile up.
While demons threaten to come in through children, the angels are staying at arms length; all the while there are those angels that believe that they can put a stop to the stalemated war in Heaven with the coming of a Nephilim.
Friendly staff and members No posting length requirement or word count Always someone online to help you when you need it Vast array of characters to chose from The chance to make your own character You can take the story where you want it to go Freely come up with your own side plots Ability to have multiple characters No requirement to stick to one thread
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Re: Chilly Receptions « Result #5 on Oct 18, 2009, 9:36pm »
Stepping off the huge C-130, Chris immediately shuddered. You could feel the air growing colder in the back of the plane, but it wasn't nearly as bad as when you first emerged. Chris had been in Russia before, so he was a little more acclimated to the cold than Sheva was, but that didn't mean he wasn't still cold as hell. Even in a huge White Parka Chris was shivering just a little bit. Plus his Gun was not exactly all that warm either; the cold making the metal frosty.
"Strange that Carlos isn't answering; though he nevers answers for me. Guess I can't blame him though." Chris shrugged and then looked in the direction that Sherry had indicated and started off when Sheva threw the Radio in his direction. Had she not addressed him before she tossed it, odds are he would not have looked back just in time to snatch it before it hit the snow bank, as it was he bobbled it a little before finally getting a firm grip on it.
"Nice Toss." Chris said as he tried the frequency again but only heard Static. He then pulled out his Cell from one of his many pockets and turned it back on. Once the phone was fully on there was no Signal. Perfect. "I guess the Motherland doesn't believe in Cell Towers........ or maybe this is a Dead Zone. Well; I guess we do this the old fashioned way. Keep your eyes and ears open, we're going in."
Chris announced and then continued over the bank. Good thing the GPS was still working, it'd be far too easy to get lost in all of this Snow.
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Chilly Receptions « Result #6 on Oct 17, 2009, 10:49pm »
The flight was not something Sheva wanted to ever relive. She had said to get them a quick flight - she didn't know that that would have involved nearly a dozen hours in the belly of a cargo C130. She had been ecstatic to know they were landing, and tho it had been rough touching down on the snowy, second hand military runway.... at least it was ground.
The members of the team suited up in heavy winter gear, she tried to raise Jill's signal. No answer - damn it. Sheva hooked the radio on her belt before pulling her jacket on. It took a but of the chill off, not much tho.... she sighed. Snow was not on her list of wishes, but that didn't stop it from having 3 feet of the white mess piled on the ground as the group departed the plane - leaving the pilot to keep their ride ready to leave at a moments' notice. Could never be too careful.
"Bloody hell, its freezing!"
Sheva couldn't help the explanation as she pulled the fur lined hood of her parka up over her tightly braided back hair. Dark eyes peered at Chris, hoping that they had made the right choice. The third of their group didn't seem phased; Sheva wondered.
"Any luck?"
Sherry Birkin shook her head, gloved fingers tucking the satellite phone into her side pack.
" No.... Brazil's office isn't picking up. Strange... Carlos is always at the office at this hour tho..."
"No time to worry - we'll try again later. First things first, direction?"
After a few moments of fighting with the GPS, Sherry looked at the pair from behind her snow goggles.
" The GPS on Jill's phone it too the northwest - maybe about 2 miles? 4 at most, I think.... that is, if she has it with her..."
Sheva nodded, pulling the radio free. She gave it a underhand toss to Chris with a smile.
"You try to call her; radio or cellphone, I don't care..."
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Re: Dinner Plans (Private/Chris) « Result #7 on Oct 13, 2009, 11:29pm »
Motherland? Ugh... Sheva shuddered as she fished the keys out of her pocket. Jill needed them.... and she was her friend. Taking the steps down 2 at a time, she heard Chris's words and laughed.
" Meet you there. And Chris.... avoid the traffic this time?"
The smile spread over her face swiftly as she winked at him, then ran for her jeep. No time to waste - and at least this would get them out of the rain....
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Re: Dinner Plans (Private/Chris) « Result #8 on Oct 13, 2009, 11:24pm »
While Chris was still thinking of worse case scenarios, Sheva was already getting ready to book it out of the restaraunt and setting up the flight to Russia. He'd have to remember to fight for a raise for her.
He didn't really know how Sheva looked at Jill, but the fact that she was so willing to go and get her at even the slightest bit of trouble meant that Sheva cared about the woman, if nothing more than protecting a partner. But then, she had disregarded her fears and her anger before in Africa to save Jill; so what would be different now after everything they went through then, she probably didn't want to think about possibly losing her now.
"I'll meet you back at the Office. It's time to go back to The Motherland." Chris said as he stood up, looked to Sheva and headed to his car.
Digging Up Old Debts (Pvt) « Result #9 on Oct 13, 2009, 2:48pm »
Arms folded, the lights of the lab around her reflected around off the surface of her glossy sunglasses. Her outfit was stark, moon washed white. Silken slacks and spike heeled boots, the jacket zipped up only enough to make it decent. And enough to make the staff around her wonder if she actually had a shirt on under the jacket.
The staff was all new members; very few would have remembered the woman from before. Black, blue hair was pulled back tight against her skull standing in vivid contrast to her pale features. Behind the glasses, her eyes moved. Sparkly, left, right, then back.
"Status?"
One of the scientists looked up; eyes darting from her to the tube in the middle of the underground lab. Bubbles rose from top to bottom, nearly obscuring the form within the murky, blue-green liquid in it. The woman starred at the tube as the scientist cleared his throat.
"Its... taking more time then originally expected. If we had the base virus-"
"Well, you don't."
Her voice was sharp, cold. Turning her face to the man, she unfolded her arms and frowned at him. Painted fingernails caught the edge of the sunglasses' frame, pulling them down slightly. Blazing red eyes, rimmed with gold peered over them at the man.
"And I can't get it for you. So work with what you have."
"Yes... yes Ma'am."
As the man stammered and moved back to work, she pushed the glasses back up into their place. Stepping forward, she rested a hand on the tube, finding it kinda funny that she was so hooked on bringing this one back.....
Re: Staff Puppets {NPC} « Result #10 on Oct 13, 2009, 1:16pm »
Name: Unknown Alliance: Lazarus International Inc. Job: Seemingly Executive
Information: No one knows how she is - but she is here to stay. Moving swiftly, she has taken control of the Remains of Tricell Inc. in Africa as well as in the United States. It is rumored she also has control of similar facilities in Russia and China and united them under the new banner of a company called 'Lazarus International Inc.'
As of yet, she is only been seen at a distance by both military and enemy companies. She seems legitimate, for now.
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Current Location: Africa - Thread: Digging Up Old Debts
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