01-30-2011, 03:41 PM
Shane pulled off his helmet; after all, he had all the time in the world. “Mister William, listen I’m stuck in a major traffic jam, really sorry about being late!” the British accented man had to shout over the constant horns of vehicles and noises pedestrians were making.
“Yeah I know-”
“What?!”
“I said I know!”
“Oh!”
“Shane, just forget about the meeting!”
“The meeting, yeah I know.”
“Listen Shane, head straight to your local militia!”
“What about the meeting?!”
“It’s cancelled! Hardly anyone’s turned up for one reason or another so I just told everyone to head to their local militia!”
“You want me to head to my local militia?!”
“Affirmative!”
“Okay; would be nice if you could send down a chopper!” Shane laughed. He was half serious. That would not have been a bad idea.
“Chopper?! So I take it you haven’t perfected your flight training yet!”
Shane’s cheeks turned a little red with embarrassment. “Something like that!”
“I wish I had seen this coming! We underestimated the distress call and because of that, did not prepare for a war! Anyway, where are you?!”
Most of William’s last sentence sounded like mumbling to Shane, but he managed to catch the most important part, the last part. “In Shersdon!”
“Only?! How long have you been in traffic for?!”
“Twenty five minutes! It’s ridiculous!”
“Well lucky for you I’ve just had a teleporter come over! She left a few moments ago! I’ll get her to pick you up and teleport you to her local militia!
“What?!”
“There’s this teleporter I’m sending to pick you up and take you to her militia!”
“Okay; thanks!”
Shane had read a book in his academy’s library titled Abilities that provided every ability known and a description about them.
For the first time today a smile appeared on Shane’s face. Normally he would have a problem about a female coming to his rescue but with the morning he had had so far, he would not mind even if it were a toddler who was coming to his aid.
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”Prue… Prue… Come in Prue,” said a masculine voice telepathically.
“Mister William,” a teenage girl replied.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Right now? I’m in a long queue trying to sign up for the war.”
“This concerns the war.”
Prue moved forward. ”What is it?”
“Report back to the academy.”
The black haired girls face contorted into a look of concern. “Something happen?”
“I’ll explain when you get here.”
Prue gazed at the long line of people in front and then looked behind her. She could count the number of people who were behind on one hand which meant that most volunteers had already signed up. That was a good thing; it meant that she would not have to wait in line for long the next time she joined the queue.
In a flash the girl disappeared from the queue, leaving behind particles of black dust.
She reappeared in a circle structured hall with marble flooring and cream coloured walls. Naturally, the assembly hall was the largest room in the entire academy, but it was also the fanciest.
There were only three others in the room, the leader of COST William, and two of his staff members who were both mentors at the academy.
“We’ll get to it,” said the member of staff to William’s left.
The boss nodded and then the two headed towards the exit of the room, leaving Prue and William alone.
The man wearing a blue suit with a white shirt turned to the teenage girl. “The reason I summoned you here is because I want you pick someone up and transport them to your local militia and get registered. His name’s Shane Warnock.”
“Ah.”
“Funny enough he was supposed to be a member of the team you were assigned to lead but with this huge clusterfuck, three quarters of the academy’s members have failed to show up therefore no teams have been assembled.”
“Oh right,” she replied. “Well where is he?”
“I’ll use my advanced telepathic ability to show you where he is.”
William had stated that he has mastered sixteen abilities and telepathy happened to be one of them, although Prue herself had never actually experienced him communicate telepathically. Prue’s telepathic ability was at an advanced level, even as advanced as her brother, one of earths greatest heroes named Kirano; therefore she was eager to find out if her leaders exceeded her own.
“Close your eyes… and for a moment forget everything that’s going on,” he said. “Clear your mind.”
So far so good for the girl as the images in her mind began to fade to pitch black.
William fixated his eyes on her, the expression on his face blank, and then moments later an image formed in Prue’s mind, it was an overhead view of a busy road full of cars and busy streets filled with pedestrians rioting. The teenage girl slowly shook her head in disgust. Humans had to be the most dysfunctional race in the universe. She would have thought that after having experienced so many threats from other races that they would have grown to learn how to cope in situations like these by now.
The image zoomed in to some cars, still zooming in until a man on a red and black motorbike became the main focus.
“That’s Shane,” said William.
Prue’s mouth went agape. This was a form of telepathy she had never experienced before. William was truly a talented man, definitely worthy of being the leader of the academy, COST.
“I’m on it,” she replied.
“Good luck,” was the last thing he said before she disappeared.
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Shane felt his right shoulder being tapped and responded by turning to his right to view a chest, a D cup at least, tucked underneath a white vest. The girl was wearing a blue and white checker shirt, but the top four buttons had been undone; that must have been intentionally left undone to entice men like Shane, or maybe he was just being paranoid. She was a Caucasian with long raven hair that had been tied into a ponytail. She meant no harm; she could not have because he had not predicted her arrival with his foresight ability.
“Hey,” said Shane, muffled voice through his helmet.
“Shane Warnock from the academy,” she indicated at him with an index finger.
He pulled off his helmet and then directed his attention to the traffic for a moment. Fuck it, he thought, putting the stabilizers on his bike and then getting off of it. The traffic was not going anywhere so he figured he may as well bide the time by talking to a girl he found attractive. Maybe his day would turn around for the better.
“Are you from the academy too?”
“Yeah, I’m new though, Prue,” she replied flicking her head up.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand towards her.
She held his hand but let go after a few seconds. “Stuck in traffic I see.”
“Yeah,” he replied unenthusiastically.
“Well you’re in luck coz the boss sent me to pick you up and take you to my local militia to sign up for this shindig.”
So she was his rescue party.
Shane turned to the traffic. He was not going to pass on the opportunity of getting out of the jam. “How are we supposed to get out of this mess?”
“I’m a teleporter.”
A smile spread across Shane’s face. “That’s awesome.”
“Meh,” she replied with the flick of her hand as if it was not commendable.
To him she was more than just attractive; she seemed pretty cool. He could tell she was the type of girl he could get along well with.
“I’m good to go,” he replied.
Prue noticed him place his left hand on his Suzuki GSXR.
“Tell me you’re aware you won’t be able to board your bike on that ship?”
“Hopefully I can find a parking space for it,” he replied.
“Hmm, a Suzuki motorbike in a parking zone during the heart of rioting; I’m pretty sure you’ll meet the bike when the war is over.”
She was sarcastic too but that did not bother him.
“You’re open to ideas,” he replied.
Instead of a retort, Prue reached into the left pocket of her jeans and brought out a small capsule a few centimetres smaller than a laser pen. The white capsule had a CC insignia on it that Shane instantly recognized.
“A storage capsule; awesome.” They were very expensive. Shane had tried saving up for one a few times but had always spent the money on other things like a Suzuki motorbike for instance.
Shane had seen how to use a storage capsule on TV but had never seen anyone use one up and close. The girl clicked the top of the capsule and the young man watched in fascination as his vehicle slowly began to fade, and then he went agape once it completely dissolved into nothing. “Wow,” was all he could utter.
“That’s pretty much everyone’s reaction the first time they see how it works,” she replied. “After a while it’s no big deal.”
Beep Beep
“Get out of the road!” a man in a car behind Shane yelled.
“Word of warning before we go, you might feel dizzy afterwards; still up for it?” asked Prue.
“The teleportation; for sure,” he replied.
“Cool.” The girl then placed her hand on his shoulder and then the two vanished.
“Yeah I know-”
“What?!”
“I said I know!”
“Oh!”
“Shane, just forget about the meeting!”
“The meeting, yeah I know.”
“Listen Shane, head straight to your local militia!”
“What about the meeting?!”
“It’s cancelled! Hardly anyone’s turned up for one reason or another so I just told everyone to head to their local militia!”
“You want me to head to my local militia?!”
“Affirmative!”
“Okay; would be nice if you could send down a chopper!” Shane laughed. He was half serious. That would not have been a bad idea.
“Chopper?! So I take it you haven’t perfected your flight training yet!”
Shane’s cheeks turned a little red with embarrassment. “Something like that!”
“I wish I had seen this coming! We underestimated the distress call and because of that, did not prepare for a war! Anyway, where are you?!”
Most of William’s last sentence sounded like mumbling to Shane, but he managed to catch the most important part, the last part. “In Shersdon!”
“Only?! How long have you been in traffic for?!”
“Twenty five minutes! It’s ridiculous!”
“Well lucky for you I’ve just had a teleporter come over! She left a few moments ago! I’ll get her to pick you up and teleport you to her local militia!
“What?!”
“There’s this teleporter I’m sending to pick you up and take you to her militia!”
“Okay; thanks!”
Shane had read a book in his academy’s library titled Abilities that provided every ability known and a description about them.
For the first time today a smile appeared on Shane’s face. Normally he would have a problem about a female coming to his rescue but with the morning he had had so far, he would not mind even if it were a toddler who was coming to his aid.
====
”Prue… Prue… Come in Prue,” said a masculine voice telepathically.
“Mister William,” a teenage girl replied.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Right now? I’m in a long queue trying to sign up for the war.”
“This concerns the war.”
Prue moved forward. ”What is it?”
“Report back to the academy.”
The black haired girls face contorted into a look of concern. “Something happen?”
“I’ll explain when you get here.”
Prue gazed at the long line of people in front and then looked behind her. She could count the number of people who were behind on one hand which meant that most volunteers had already signed up. That was a good thing; it meant that she would not have to wait in line for long the next time she joined the queue.
In a flash the girl disappeared from the queue, leaving behind particles of black dust.
She reappeared in a circle structured hall with marble flooring and cream coloured walls. Naturally, the assembly hall was the largest room in the entire academy, but it was also the fanciest.
There were only three others in the room, the leader of COST William, and two of his staff members who were both mentors at the academy.
“We’ll get to it,” said the member of staff to William’s left.
The boss nodded and then the two headed towards the exit of the room, leaving Prue and William alone.
The man wearing a blue suit with a white shirt turned to the teenage girl. “The reason I summoned you here is because I want you pick someone up and transport them to your local militia and get registered. His name’s Shane Warnock.”
“Ah.”
“Funny enough he was supposed to be a member of the team you were assigned to lead but with this huge clusterfuck, three quarters of the academy’s members have failed to show up therefore no teams have been assembled.”
“Oh right,” she replied. “Well where is he?”
“I’ll use my advanced telepathic ability to show you where he is.”
William had stated that he has mastered sixteen abilities and telepathy happened to be one of them, although Prue herself had never actually experienced him communicate telepathically. Prue’s telepathic ability was at an advanced level, even as advanced as her brother, one of earths greatest heroes named Kirano; therefore she was eager to find out if her leaders exceeded her own.
“Close your eyes… and for a moment forget everything that’s going on,” he said. “Clear your mind.”
So far so good for the girl as the images in her mind began to fade to pitch black.
William fixated his eyes on her, the expression on his face blank, and then moments later an image formed in Prue’s mind, it was an overhead view of a busy road full of cars and busy streets filled with pedestrians rioting. The teenage girl slowly shook her head in disgust. Humans had to be the most dysfunctional race in the universe. She would have thought that after having experienced so many threats from other races that they would have grown to learn how to cope in situations like these by now.
The image zoomed in to some cars, still zooming in until a man on a red and black motorbike became the main focus.
“That’s Shane,” said William.
Prue’s mouth went agape. This was a form of telepathy she had never experienced before. William was truly a talented man, definitely worthy of being the leader of the academy, COST.
“I’m on it,” she replied.
“Good luck,” was the last thing he said before she disappeared.
====
Shane felt his right shoulder being tapped and responded by turning to his right to view a chest, a D cup at least, tucked underneath a white vest. The girl was wearing a blue and white checker shirt, but the top four buttons had been undone; that must have been intentionally left undone to entice men like Shane, or maybe he was just being paranoid. She was a Caucasian with long raven hair that had been tied into a ponytail. She meant no harm; she could not have because he had not predicted her arrival with his foresight ability.
“Hey,” said Shane, muffled voice through his helmet.
“Shane Warnock from the academy,” she indicated at him with an index finger.
He pulled off his helmet and then directed his attention to the traffic for a moment. Fuck it, he thought, putting the stabilizers on his bike and then getting off of it. The traffic was not going anywhere so he figured he may as well bide the time by talking to a girl he found attractive. Maybe his day would turn around for the better.
“Are you from the academy too?”
“Yeah, I’m new though, Prue,” she replied flicking her head up.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand towards her.
She held his hand but let go after a few seconds. “Stuck in traffic I see.”
“Yeah,” he replied unenthusiastically.
“Well you’re in luck coz the boss sent me to pick you up and take you to my local militia to sign up for this shindig.”
So she was his rescue party.
Shane turned to the traffic. He was not going to pass on the opportunity of getting out of the jam. “How are we supposed to get out of this mess?”
“I’m a teleporter.”
A smile spread across Shane’s face. “That’s awesome.”
“Meh,” she replied with the flick of her hand as if it was not commendable.
To him she was more than just attractive; she seemed pretty cool. He could tell she was the type of girl he could get along well with.
“I’m good to go,” he replied.
Prue noticed him place his left hand on his Suzuki GSXR.
“Tell me you’re aware you won’t be able to board your bike on that ship?”
“Hopefully I can find a parking space for it,” he replied.
“Hmm, a Suzuki motorbike in a parking zone during the heart of rioting; I’m pretty sure you’ll meet the bike when the war is over.”
She was sarcastic too but that did not bother him.
“You’re open to ideas,” he replied.
Instead of a retort, Prue reached into the left pocket of her jeans and brought out a small capsule a few centimetres smaller than a laser pen. The white capsule had a CC insignia on it that Shane instantly recognized.
“A storage capsule; awesome.” They were very expensive. Shane had tried saving up for one a few times but had always spent the money on other things like a Suzuki motorbike for instance.
Shane had seen how to use a storage capsule on TV but had never seen anyone use one up and close. The girl clicked the top of the capsule and the young man watched in fascination as his vehicle slowly began to fade, and then he went agape once it completely dissolved into nothing. “Wow,” was all he could utter.
“That’s pretty much everyone’s reaction the first time they see how it works,” she replied. “After a while it’s no big deal.”
Beep Beep
“Get out of the road!” a man in a car behind Shane yelled.
“Word of warning before we go, you might feel dizzy afterwards; still up for it?” asked Prue.
“The teleportation; for sure,” he replied.
“Cool.” The girl then placed her hand on his shoulder and then the two vanished.