EarthBound - [True Evils Return] (a guaranteed first!) [STARTS! LSU? Sure]

[The Muffin Man]

Or "Mani Mani Mania!"

Earth

Bound
True Evils Return

Background/Plot:

Ninten fidgeted his hand between his mothers tight grip. She was enthralled by the womans endless babbling about how wonderful this house was for a new family, in the middle of the little town of Podunk. Although merely 7, Ninten was always a bright child, and knew the lady was being overly "nice" to him for some reason. He sensed it, like a pain in the back of his head. All he could hear was the lady worrying about some sort of 'haunting'...
"What happened," He asked, trying to seem innocent...The lady was confused, but soon her facade was lost.
"Your sons...awfully bright for his age...well...you might want to sit..."
She explained the whole story, her voice becoming fearful and strained. It was as if her throat was a parchment, speaking the words it bared...

In the early 1900's, a dark
shadow covered a small
country town in rural
America. At that time, a
young married couple
vanished mysteriously from
their home.

The man's name was George,
the woman's name was Maria.

Two years later, as suddenly
as he left, George returned.
He never told anyone where
he had been or what he had
done. But, he began an odd
study, all by himself.

As for Maria, his wife...
She never returned.
80 years have passed
since then.

The mother smiled and clapped, and Ninten could only stare.
"You've sold yourself a house!" Nintens mother, said...
Nintens life changed for the worst from that day onward...



Almost as soon as the events in the small town of Podunk occurred, a few hundred miles south, less terrifying events were happening. A young couple brought their baby son home for the first time.
"He's out little angel..." His mother smiled gently.
"He's got your hard-working spirit, I can tell...Let's call him...Ness."
"Ness...Yeah...That's a good name. Hi there, Ness!"
He smiled and cooed at the sound of his parents talking.
"He likes his name!" Ness' father commented.
Ness' little arm shot out, pointing at a baby bottle on the dresser. It began to shake and shiver a little. His parents were in awe, but shrugged it off the the time being. Ness' father quickly changed the subject.
"Here...let's put this hat on him..." Ness' mother smiled as her husband place the large cap over the infants large, round head.
"It's too big for him," His mother smiled gently...their puppy, King, sniffed around the inside of the door, and was scooped up quickly as the family failed to forget their first 'baby'.
"See King?" Ness' father smiled, "You're gonna have to protect him some day!"
And protect he did. Ness' big dog groaned as the now 14 yr old boy poked at him.
"C'mon boy, let's go. Pokey wants us to help him out..."
Ness groaned heavily. He didn't like his neighbors. Picky, Pokeys' little brother, was tolerable. But Pokey, his mother, and his father were unbearably rude. They would constantly remind Ness that his father owed them money, or that he was the richest man in town. But being the good samaritan that he is...if only he realized how much trouble that would bring him into.
Ness journey was long and difficult, and he made many friends a long the way. And in the end, it was those friends and loved ones that helped him defeat Giygas. And drive the true source of evil away once again...Ness was soon contacted by Pokey, believe it to be less coincidence that his neighbor was hounding him so closely all that time, and wondered what he was up to himself. But even after facing Pokey in combat, Ness wondered...was the boy truly evil? Or just twisted by Giygas' power?

"Both of these boys had something in common..." The old curiator droned on to the class.
"They both have an old guy rambling on 65 years later...?"
Everyone chuckled a bit. The fat, blonde boy smirked as the curiator narrowed his eyes.
"Listen here, boy, I knew the two men who fought Giygas. I was at the wedding of one of the men and the woman who fought beside him...I will not have you..."
"Remind everyone you're senial?"
The curiator had enough.
"QUIET! You will be quiet and respectful when I talk or you will leave this museum!"
The teacher sighed and rubbed her temples, too tired to bother with the boy.
"Now...the two boys had something in common...Psychokinetic powers called 'PSI'..."
Another, more respectful boy rose his hand, "Isn't that 'per square inch'?"
The man nodded and smiled, "Yes, but in this case it stands for Psionic. PSI, or PK, are powerful, almost magical, techniques. Ranging from strong bursts of energy, to electric charges, to healing pulses. Some are so powerful as to take the life of another being.
Everyone listened intently as he explained it all, some captivated by the power merely children held; others by the man rattling off a fairy tale like it was a true story. That is when it happened. A bright flash, a deep rumble, and a few cries of agony. The museum was on the unfortunate 'return path' of the Nightmare rock. The only one left, was the old man, the blonde child, and a few unfortunate guards.
"*Bzzt*An...*click*Do....*whirrr*Nuts...." The voice rasped, a silver arm reached out for the old man, the cold metal grasping him.
"It's about damn time..." the tubby child brushed himself off and cracked his dislocated neck back into place.
"Come. The good doctor is the only survivor, so be careful...I need him as a catalyst to restore the Apple of Enlightenment..."

The machine nodded, its' form flawlessly designed. It seemed more like liquid than solid, as the only uneven points were its' spiked shoulders and the insignia on its' right breast. The spikes over the left shoulder retracted just as the doctor was thrown over the shoulder. He uttered his last words before falling unconcious...
"Star...man..."

The rest of the plot will be revealed VERY early into the RPG so don't get wary. Trust me, if you're here from the beginning you'll get every last bit of the story within the first few posts.

Sign Ups: - Please don't be scared off by the size of the sign-up. It's actually your standard sign up with a more in-depth Spell system.

Name: Of course
Gender:
Age: Between 10 and 18 please.
Looks: Clothes, hair, height, etc.
Build: Athletic, Thin, etc.
Personality:
History:
Relationship:
Items: (Food, extra clothes, etc)
Weapons: Modern stuff. Guns are very limited to toy guns and lasers. No PSI if you choose them (Because you're the techy and techies don't use PSI) Weapons include, but aren't limited to, baseball bats, yoyos, slingshots, frying pans, etc. You CAN go unarmed. And no. Nobody gets the Sword of Kings
Also note the plural. Pick a couple of weapon types. Just list whatever in the Items section.
PSIAlpha-Omega means Alpha Beta Delta Omega) If none, leave blank. Please be reasonable when deciding if you have PSI. PSI comes in levels. As you get stronger, so does your PSI. It uses the Greek alphabet.
Recovery: Life-Up(Restores health, Alpha is low, Beta is high, Delta is fully healing, and Omega is a group-heal) Heal(Obvious. Alpha-Omega, just gets stronger) - Pick one of two you'll specialize in.
Assist: Paralyze(Alpha affects one, Gamma affects many), Hypnosis(same), Magnet(Causes mental stress on the opponents mind if they are capable of PSI and eases your own, making strong PSI easier to cast, Omega just has multiple rather than one target), Teleport(Alpha is a freebie. No Beta since it'd merely be aesthetic). Pick 2, and Teleport if you want it. Get all 3 Omega later if you want.
Attack: PSI Fire, Thunder, Freeze(All Alpha-Omega). Obvious, Fire, Thunder, or Ice-based spells. Thunder is not too accurate but nothing resists it. Fire bursts on a line, while Freeze targets only one. Starstorm(Alpha and Omega. Omega is an intensly powerful blast of psychokinetic energy bombarding the enemy). ONE person may have Starstorm and 2 other spells(NOT Rockin). PSI Rockin'(Alpha-Omega. Intense blast of psychic energy), ONE person may have PSI Rockin and two other spells(NOT Starstorm). PSI Flash(Alpha-Omega. Causes opponent to go blind(alpha), feel funny(beta), become numb(delta), and/or be destroyed(delta, low; Omega, mid). Pick 2 to specialize in, 3 to have unless otherwise stated.
Other: *PK FLASH!!**Blasts Other away*


Name: Mike Silvern
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Looks: He stands about 5'10 with a thing build. His hair is short black, usually stuffed underneith his grandfathers dusty red Mr.Baseball cap. His shirt is a blue and yellow striped t-shirt. He wears your generic "teenager" garb, with a backpack and sneakers.
Build: Average, kind of chubby, but not overweight.
Personality: He is a very friendly and outgoing young man, always ready to help his friends and family. This might seem like a fault, however, as he is willing to put his body and life on the line if need be.
History: Mike is the grandson of Ness. His grandfather never speaks of his escapades against Giygas, and treats it as if they never happened. This bothers him to no end, and thus has always been curious.
At the age of 4, he moved into his grandfathers' old house*They moved out, obviously* and has felt a strange presence, as if he was being watched...
For decades, Mike has felt out of place. Even with his girlfriend Laura at his side, he's felt a twinge of pain whenever someone compared him to his friends. As if his mind didn't like the comparisons being made..
Relationship: Laura, his girlfriend
Items: A hamburger, bag of fries, his own red hat, a change of clothes, a baseball bat, and small locket with Lauras' picture in it. The locket has a strange black hue to it, and it is supposedly his grandmothers 'Night Pendent' which is supposed to absorb the light of PK Flash attacks.
Weapons: Baseball bat, Yoyo, Slingshot, and poles(as in staves).
PSI:
Recovery: Life-Up(specialized) and Heal
Assist: Paralyze(spec.), Hypnosis(spec.) and Teleport
Attack: PSI Rockin(spec.), Flash(spec.), and Fire
Other: *Flash!*
Special Skill: TK

The year is 200X...

The Location is Eagleland, in a small town called Onett...

Mikes' House

Mike
-----
I sighed and kissed Laura one last time.
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Mike, look at me," she joked, "I can handle myself..."
I nodded and kissed her again.
"Goodnight, Laura."
She smiled, but was cut off by a flash of light before she could respond. The sound was deafening, as if a thousand explosives had gone off! Ok, so maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but the flash was rather bright. In a matter of moments, my mother barged into my room.
"Michael, where are you going?"
"To check out what that was!"
My mother sighed and rolled her eyes...
"Be careful..." she sighed, and returned to her room.

Laura and I landed on the wet grass, and she nearly slipped and fell.
"Careful..."I smiled. She smiled back, and looked around..."The hills that way," I nodded and pointed to the west.
"It looks like it's till burning, from here..." she groaned.
She smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "So c'mon ya big wuss..."



Crappy entrance, I know, but this was a bit forced to get the RPG started! I guarantee this is the only "crap post" from me

[The Blue Avenger]

Name: Jeff Azure
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Looks: Jeff wears a light blue long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He also has a pair of metallic boots that come up to his knees; they have small wheels set into the bottom that can be used as roller skates. His face is mostly obscured by a thick pair of glasses, and he has a thick mop of dark, unruly brown hair. He stands at about 6 feet.
Build: Jeff is not skinny, but not overweight either. He's not muscular but has decent upper body strength.
Personality: Jeff is generally cheerful and optimistic, but he does have a slight temper problem that severly limits the friends he has made in the past.
History: Jeff was born in Happy-Happy Village. Despite the reign of Carpainter being long over, Jeff still wears blue - partially due to his parents being former Happy-Happyists themselves. Shunned by many people in the village because of his tendency to blow up over the smallest thing, he recently left the village and, after a long trek through the Peaceful Rest Valley, is currently living in Twoson, where he volunteers at Polestar.
Relationship: Jeff is good friends with the Polestar family, if only because he volunteers there. He sends letters home to his family every so often, but other than that, he has no ties to anyone.
Items: Jeff makes it a point to keep a Hamburger or two on hand at all times, and he also has a backpack where he keeps a spare change of clothes and his weapon. He also keeps any spare machanical parts he finds in his pack.
Weapons: Jeff has decent hand-to-hand skills, but, harking back to his ancestry, his true skill shines in fighting with a paintbrush. He prefers using paint to blind the foes, but if that fails, Jeff can always just hit them over the head with the brush. He can also use yo-yos, but not as well.
PSI: None.
Other: Prayer is Jeff's special skill - staying with the Polestars gave him this ability. Also, working at a preschool and having to fix things up has given Jeff the ability to fix anything, much like the original Jeff Andonuts. He doesn't like to use guns, but has no problem with bazookas or bombs.

---Jeff---

Dear Mom and Dad, thanks for sending me the care package. I hunched over a sheet of paper, the room only dimly illuminated by a small lamp. Twoson has been pretty calm recently. The only thing out of the ordinary that happened recently was one of the cops going psycho on this drunk old man wandering around the streets. That surprises me, though; the cops around here are normally not that crooked. I remember you telling me stories about

The pen scratched across the paper, ink failing to come out. "Again? Aw, for the love of..." I grumbled under my breath as I searched through the drawers. I pulled out a pencil.

I remember you telling me stories about how cops and street signs used to wander around attacking people. You don't suppose that's starting again? ...Upon further reflection, I doubt it. Anyway, I have to get back to work. The preschool's boiler needs to be fixed before it gets too cold. Love, your son, Jeff.

I folded the letter and put it in an envelope, before grabbing a screwdriver and a wrench and walking out of the room. The room I lived in was situated above the Polestar preschool - a recent addition. The people I worked for had allowed me to live up there in exchange for helping them with any mechanical problems that arose.

Suddenly, just as I walked down the stairs, a brilliant burst of light appeared from the north. I dashed out of the house and stared. In the direction of Onett, I saw a rapidly fading light. Other Twosonians peeked outside their doors to see the problem. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm blared.

"No... it couldn't be..." I muttered to myself.

---

Meh, didn't want to screw anything up.

[Toxicity]

Name: Laura Deirdre
Gender: Female
Age: 17, going on 18
Looks: Stands about 5'7" with hauntingly beautiful hazel eyes buried behind the lenses of thin glasses, rather dark brown hair that falls straight down to about her shoulderblades that shades a bit of her face, and skin that seems a slight bit paler than normal, only due to a lack of sunlight. Partially due to her muscular frame, she has a slightly curved figure that gives her off as more of an adult than just a teenager. Clothing normally consists of somewhat loose shirts and jeans, and grey sneakers that seem a slight bit worn out.
Build: Thickly muscular. Mainly focused around the calves, back, and biceps, but everywhere else has a good amount. Again, not "mannish"...so you get the picture.
Personality: Laura is generally a kind soul, somewhat self-depricating by how her past has fared out, and takes the blame for most mishaps. By being within this depressed shell, she is a normally quiet person.
History: Laura is pretty much the granddaughter of Picky, but this doesn't matter much anymore. She lived a normal childhood until around five where divorce occured, and went into a few years of mistreatment after the remarriage of her mother. After this, she managed to break into the custody of her aunt, and has lived quietly since then, training within martial arts. The martial arts has mainly kept her strong and agile, but has added a bit more of muscle than she originally inherited.
Around the age of 10 or 11, she met Mike, who she felt was an immediate friend from when they first stumbled upon each other. The care for each other grew as they did, but it seems that the past will get in the way of expressing how she does feel.
Relationship: Her boyfriend, Mike.
Items: generic dark-colored headband (for random use), small bag of chips, water bottle, extra change of clothing, and a small shard of some sort of crystal...which has some unknown connection to her father, who hasn't seen her in years.
Weapons: Besides herself, no.
PSI:
Recovery: Life-Up, Heal (spec)
Assist: Hypnosis(spec), Magnet(spec), Teleport
Attack: Freeze(spec), Starstorm(spec), Flash
Special Skill: Focus
Other: I've got one move left...The Dixie Twist! *Shakoom!*

Laura
~~~~~~~

There was a sigh emitted before Mike leaned in to kiss my lips again. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but I simply chose to roll my eyes as a smirk formed on my face.

"Mike, look at me," I retorted with a mild sarcastic tone in my voice. "I can handle myself." He nodded and kissed one last time.

"Goodnight, Laura." He whispered. I gently smiled, but suddenly I was cut off by a bright light and deafening sound before I could say anything. Had this been the end? Maybe I was dreaming, but it wasn't long before his mother came in.

"Michael, where are you going?" By the tone in her voice, clearly she was as hysterical as the two of us.

"To check out what that was.."

"Alright," she sighed, her eyes rolling. "Be careful." With one last groan, she turned back towards her domain. Looking towards Mike, we both nodded our heads and slipped out his window carefully. As both of us landed on the dew-coated grass, my weight almost caused me to slip and fall onto my back.

"Careful." he said, a smile on both of our faces. "The hill's that way." with a finger pointed towards the west, he nodded. I looked over, seeing some embers still flare up in the dark sky.

"It looks like it's still burning from here..." I groaned, only to turn, smile, and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "So, c'mon ya wuss." He nodded and took my hand as we both made our dash for the hill, to see exactly what had happened...

[Weasel Overlord]

Name: Phineas Jos.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Looks: Phineas has jet black hair which is very unruly and curly around his face. He also has a slight amount of stubble on his chin. A bit of a six-o-clock shadow! He has rich brown eyes and he wears slightly faded blue jeans, a plain t-shirt, usually black, and a short brown leather jacket. Basically, he looks like a scuzzy old rocker!
Build: He’s slim, but a little on the skinny side. Not much meat on him!
Personality: Phineas is quite bubbly but most people don’t bother to find this out. Because he has a tendency not to smile like a mad hatter constantly, people are always asking him if there’s anything wrong. There never is! This irks (I’ve always wanted to use that word for something!) Phineas and he’s sick of trying to persuade people that there actually isn’t anything wrong with him, except for the fact that he’s getting pissed off with the constant questioning.
He likes talking about anything that’s interesting and isn’t the weather or the state of ‘kids today, with their loud music’, and he’s partial to a bit of garage rock. He also enjoys tinkering with various bits of machinery, whether built or dismantled and he has great skill in making things from totally random parts of other things.
History: He had a pretty normal childhood, apart from being bullied a bit for his long hair and taste in music. He made his first crossbow at the age of 9 and made the mistake of showing it to his mother, who promptly grounded him for having ‘dangerous weapons in the house’. This gave him time to find out how good he was at picking locks and shooting things with his crossbow.
Relationship: Any offers?
Items: A potted meat sandwich, a bottle of apple juice he found in the fridge, some spare underwear, some bundles of blunt crossbow bolts, and an umbrella.
Weapons: A crossbow and blunt bolts.
PSI: None, Phineas is a techie.
Other: He likes his crossbow, so don’t try to separate him from it…He also has a strange fascination with shiny things…*sways* oooh…shiiiiny….And so what if he bears a certain resemblance to a certain comic-book writer…

~Phineas Jos~

Thupp! The blunt bolt shot through the air to land dead centre of a much-used dart board. A clicking sound followed, and the sound of another bolt embedding itself into the dart board. I shook my head and trotted over to the far wall of my garage and general hang-out to extract the bolts from their temporary home.
The garage door was open, and the air reverberated with the sound of a blaring guitar solo. It was about 6 o-clock, and i was performing my daily ritual of hammering the crap out of my dart board with extremely blunt crossbow bolts. The sky was just turning dark and the sound of disgruntled parents was filtering through the thin garage wall.
“Turn that crap down, Phineas! I’m trying to watch telly…” The voice was muffled but unmistakably mothers. I tutted under my breath and turned up the music slightly, to drown out the sound of her dire soaps. I lobbed the crossbow onto the shabbily-made wooden table and picked up a small metal contraption that lay on the floor. Grabbing a screwdriver, I plonked myself down on the floor and started to tinker with my new invention.
It was supposed to be an automated, rapid-firing, sharp-bolted crossbow, but I liked to call it my automatic rapid-fire sharp-bolter. It seemed to be missing some sort of vital component…like, a spring or something, but I couldn’t get any more materials till next week so it’d have to wait. I was rather excited about this one though…it could actually pierce stuff, instead of causing a small, if rather multicoloured bruise.
Happy in my own little world, I poked about with the mechanism…trying to see if it could be improved, when an extremely bright flash lit the area. The light filled my garage and sent stars flashing inside my eyes. I squeezed them shut, but the light still burned my retinas. Opening my eyes gingerly, I realised that the world had returned to its normal semi-dark state and the abnormal light had disappeared.
I shook my head to dislodge the red bursts that were still exploding behind my eyes, when I heard my mother’s muffled but surprised exclamation from the living room.
“…the Hell was that?” To be honest, I didn’t know. But whatever the hell it was, it wasn’t normal…

[kalad1]

Name: Arthur
Gender:Male
Age:16
Looks: Very dirty,at 5'6" his long blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He has blue eyes and his clothes are composed of an old pair of jeans, an old black T-shirt, and a newer black leather jacket he recently stole.
Build: Lean yet muscular, he has no fat on his body and is actually quite thin, but is remarkably healthy.
Personality: Despite his poor luck in life, Arthur is cocky and sure of himself, he is reliable and always does what he needs to.
History: Put in an orphanage shortly after he was born, Arthur has no idea who his parents may be. At the age of ten, he ran away from the orphanage
and has been living on the streets of Fourside ever since. Since then, he's become part of a network of streetrats like himself, who know to either work together or stay out of each other's way. Recently left Fourside to see if they could expand into other towns.
Relationships: Is buddies with a bunch of other street rats, but other than that, no.
Items: his jacket, A wooden pole, the clothes on his back, and an old bottle of water.
Weapons: boomerangs, baseball bats(when he needs them), and poles.
PSI:
Recovery:Life-up(Spec.), Heal
Assist:Paralyze, Hypnosis(Spec.), Teleport.
Attack:Fire, Ice(Spec.), Flash.
Special Skill: Yoink.
Other:


Arthur
______________________________________
I'd been sleeping in a tree on Onett's large hill, after all, while I could acquire the money to stay in a hotel, I was trying to keep a rather low profile while scoping out the towns, though I don't think Onett would be the best place to move into, it was a bit too small, everyone knew each other and such, not a good thing for a group of thieves.
However, my sleep was not meant to continue, as I was awoken by a loud, deafening crash, causing me to jump awake and fall painfully out of the tree.
"What was THAT?" I muttered to myself, getting up. Looking up, it looked like something was burning higher up on the hill. "What the hell, can't hurt to investigate." I thought aloud to myself, grabbing my wooden pole and heading up the hill.

[The Muffin Man]

Just a warning - Whoevers not with me when I go to the first Sanctuary will have to wait till they get out. Anyone not posting actively when we get OUT of there is gone from the RPG. But don't worry, there's alot more to go...

Oh, and anyone STARTING outside Onett is exempt. I don't honestly expect Blue Avenger to really do anything besides see the news and maybe see the beginnings of the mess in Twoson.

Mike
----
I shook my head, trying to gather my barings at what I was about to do. The hillside path was nothing major, but the cops refused to let my by.
"Mike, c'mon...let's just go," Laura tugged at my arm. I shook my head and breathed deep.
"I can't...I dunno why..."
Ducking behind the rock, I sighed and explained.
"I just feel like somethings preventing me from leaving until the cops move..."
After a few more hours of waiting, I saw one of the officers eyes blink shut. He shook his head and sighed.
"No ones gonna steal a big flaming rock. Let's get out of here..."
His partner agreed, and the two of them head south, back to the commercial areas of Onett where the Police Station was. I snuck around the side, and saw the huge, fiery rock looming before me.
"Mike...d...do you hear that?"
I nodded slowly. The faint buzzing soon became louder. A beam of light shot out from the space rocks, as a small bug burst out, scattering pebbles around.
"It's..some kind of super-Bee!"
"A bee I am not...
I'm from 10 years in the future. And, in the future, all is devastation...
Giygas, the universal cosmic destroyer, sends all to the horror of eternal darkness...However, you must listen!
Where I am from, there is a well-known legend that has been handed down from ancient times. It says "When the chosen boy reaches the point, he will find the light.
The passing of time will shatter the nightmare rock and will reveal the path of light."
'You see, it is my opinion that you are that boy, Mike."
Something in my memory clicked. The story sounded familiar.
"This I believe...Giygas' monstrous plan must have been set in motion somewhere on Earth...
If you start to confront the enemy immediately, you may have time to counter the evil intentions of Giygas.
Three things are of the utmost importance: wisdom, courage, and friendship.
...The legends from the ancient times tell of a small group who defeat Giygas.
...I will tell you more later.
Go now! And do not be anxious about the future.
You have much work to do, Mike."
Laura and I sighed, and breathed deep, almost in synch. The bug, who I soon learned was Buzzbuzz, hovered behind me. Then it clicked!
"Hey! You told that SAME story to Ness, who apparently did this ages ago!"
He looked a bit confused.
"No one named Ness has ever been contacted. Especially not by me," Buzzbuzz insisted.
"But...I'm POSITIVE I heard that story..."
"It is possible that since a remnant of Giygas was not destroyed, I was never sent back to greet him like you said...but if that is true, it is most unfortunate..."
With a confused nod, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. With a quick glance to Laura and a nod to the left, I knelt down to grab a branch off the ground as a runaway dog snarled at us. It ran forward, and lunged at Laura, and a quick jab to the head didn't seem to do more than stun it, as the beast righted itself and growled. I ran forward and quickly smacked the branch into the dogs head. It whimpered a bit, but snarled again. Laura whipped her foot into its' side, and the dog scampered away, yelping in pain. She gave me a grin as she turned to me.
"See? Toldja these muscles weren't just for show!" she gave me a bit of a flex and I kissed her lips.
"Thanks 'Xena'..."
The path was damp with morning doo, and I nearly forgot Buzzbuzz was right behind us.
"GO NO FURTHER." The mechanical voice boomed. It wasn't yelling, but merely heavy.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS CHECKPOINT. *click, whiirrr*"
I clutched the branch, and Laura tensed up.
"Do not take him so lightly, this is a Starman!"
I smirked, "So if I touch it, I become invincible?"I joked, as the name reminded me of a Super Mario item.
"Not...quite..." he grumbled, "If you touch it, you'll be incinerated by his Fire PSI."
"His fire What-now?" Laura tried to asked, but a blast of flames struck the air before her, dissipating into nothing. Buzzbuzz had his little arms up, and grumbled.
"THAT. PSI SHIELD GAMMA!" He cried out, and a flash of light surrounded me, Laura, and Buzzbuzz.
"I WILL NOT GO EASY ON YOU."



Note to anyone thinking of jumping in - The Starmen are always very tough, but this one only knows PSI Fire, so don't forget that.

[Toxicity]

Laura
~~~~~~~

I glanced over towards Mike, who was shaking his head in thought. The path towards the hillside was nothing major, but considering the police...clearly he felt that it was complicated.

"Mike, c'mon..." I sighed, gripping his arm and tugging at it. "Let's just go." All he could do was shake his head with a heavy sigh.

"I can't, I dunno why..." He lead me over to a rock where we ducked, as he began to explain. "I just feel like something's preventing me from leaving until the cops move." We sat and waited for a few more hours, before one officer's eyes closed, just sighing and shaking his head in frustration.

"No one's gonna steal a big flamin' rock," he said, "Let's get out of here." His partner agreeing, and they began their quick trek south towards the station within the commercial section of Onett. Grabing my hand, we snuck to the side, a soft humming sounding out behind us.

"Mike," I whispered in a nervous tone. "D..do you hear that?" He nodded slowly as the drone grew louder, deeper. A small burst of light shot out from the gravel, as a tiny insect scattered the pebbles that came with it.

"It's some kind of Super-Bee!" Mike exclaimed quietly, clearly as astonished as I.

"A bee I am not." the insect responded, beginning a tale of how he came. "I am from ten years in the future. And in the future, all is devastation..." And then the bug began about a chosen boy, and how he believed that Mike was the chosen boy of the story. It then began about the Gigyas, and clearly Mike's memory clicked around when this part was told.

"Hey, you told that SAME story to Ness, who apparently did this years ago!" The bug shook its head, and said he knew nothing of a Ness. "But I'm positive I've heard that story before..."

I eventually lost concentration on the conversation between this bee and Mike, only before Mike looked to me and nodded. I turned, to see a stray dog, just snarling at us. It lunged at me, but a smack to the head stopped it and knocked it to the pavement...yet it only temporarily stunned it. A moment passed before it was back on its feet. Mike slammed the stick he grabbed down on it, and with a mild whimpered was snarling once more. Lunging at us again, I slammed a side kick into the animal's stomache, which finally then set it running off. Mike smiled as I grinned lightly.

"See? Told you these muscles weren't just for show.." I said, making a quick flex as he kissed my lips.

"Thanks, 'Xena'..." We then turned and walked towards the hill, the grass damp with dew. By the looks of it, Mike almost forgot about Buzzbuzz.

"GO NO FURTHER." a machine-operated voice boomed. My bones were chilled by this deepness. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS CHECKPOINT."

"Don't take him so lightly," Buzzbuzz explained, "He's a Starman."

"Oh," Mike said sarcastically, smirking. "So if I touch him, I become invicible?" I lightly chuckled for the Super Mario reference he made.

"Not quite..." he answered, clearly peeved deep down. "If you touch it, you'll be incinerated by his Fire PSI."

"His Fire....wha-now?" I asked, clearly confused. A flame burst above my head, as Buzzbuzz dashed in front of his, raising his small arms and grumbling.

"THAT." the Starman answered, clearly taunting me for my 'ignorance'. "PSI SHIELD GAMMA!" By that, we were all enveloped in a bright light. "I WILL NOT GO EASY ON YOU." I was confused now. This Starman had telekinetic abilities...and I'll be burned if I attempted anything physical. Gulping, I stepped back, almost not knowing what to do in this living hell.

[The Blue Avenger]

***Jeff***

The light faded, and I was left on the streets of Twoson holding a wrench and a hammer. The other residents started to go back indoors, mumbling to themselves about who-knows-what. I sighed and began to head back inside.

"Hey kid!" A voice stopped me before I made it indoors. A cop was running up the street toward me, flanked on either side by dogs. He stopped at the preschool's fence and breathed heavily.

"Yeah?" I said quietly. I did not like being approached this late at night.

"You're out too late, kid. Don't you know there's a curfew?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes sir, I was just heading back inside." As I moved to leave, the cop grabbed my arm.

"Kid, don't roll your eyes at me! You need to respect your elders!" Suddenly, his grip lessened, and he got a glazed look in his eyes. "Respect... elders..." He let go of my arm completely, and I moved to go back inside again. What stopped me this time was a whap to my head. I turned around, and the cop was standing there with a nightstick in his hand. The dogs flanking him growled.

I scowled. "Okay, you're really asking for it now..." But I restrained myself, deciding not to attack the cop... until one of the dogs lunged at me. I quickly whipped out my wrench and smacked the dog away. It fell back and whimpered a little before taking its spot beside the cop. The cop ran at me with his billyclub raised, but I stepped to the side. The cop tripped over my foot.

I took that moment to fold my hands together. Mumbling softly, I made a non-denominational prayer for help. A soft golden light surrounded me and extended to the cop and the dogs. The haze hung there for a moment, before disappearing. The glazed look left the cop's eyes.

"Huh... what am I doing up here?" the cop mumbled. He looked at me. "Be careful, son, there are all types of strange folks out there." I rolled my eyes once more as the cop left.

As I reentered the house, one thought was running through my mind: What the HECK is going on?

[Weasel Overlord]

Er, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to carry on in this RPG...I've got a HUGE amount of work to do this holiday and I really need to start revising for my exams! Sorry for starting and then not carrying on, but I didn't know...

[The Muffin Man]

Er, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to carry on in this RPG...I've got a HUGE amount of work to do this holiday and I really need to start revising for my exams! Sorry for starting and then not carrying on, but I didn't know...

Well where was your character? Weren't they in Winters?

As long as you stay in Winters or Threed or something, I could probably keep them out of the main story until you're ready

[Weasel Overlord]

Where? I dunno...He was just in...some place, I guess!

Sure, do that! I'll try and get back to it as soon as the holidays are over, jah?