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Aug 19, 2015 01:22PM
(( Yours is a sad Father child story. Mine is the opposite.))
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(( should we do more for those characters or move on? I feel I should do one more for Wonder Boy but I don't know.))
Vanessa sat in the waiting room for the principal's office. Apparently her hair was too distracting for school, because she'd shaved down the right side and styled it towards the left in a modern but cute looking way. It wasn't even against the school standards, but her Geology teacher had sent her right in. Apparently, though, there was a line. It had been twenty minutes. 16 years old and washed up, she thought to herself with a sigh. Maybe no one's told him I'm here. She considered using the latest development, her heightened sight. Well... It could work, she supposed, and maybe he'd open up if she knocked and he was alone. Cautiously, she flipped the switch and...
Her jaw dropped and she slammed through the principal's office door, where a young freshman girl was whimpering on the floor, only half dressed. "You're going to Hell!" Vanessa screamed.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had her hands tangled up in his jacket, and then the air and the ground traded off. She felt shards of glass dig into her back and heard the shattering sound as she fell, the office growing distant and far. she flipped in the air an instant before the ground her hands spread out in front of her... and froze, a moment before hitting the ground, and then an instant later, she fell to the concrete, but she caught herself. Quickly, she pulled out her phone. "911... Hey, I need help, I'm at the Petersburg High School, the principal just molested a freshman and threw me out a window. Please hurry..."
Super Nerd Gavin wrote: "(( should we do more for those characters or move on? I feel I should do one more for Wonder Boy but I don't know.))"((I was thinking get them up to date? Like, childhood stories til 16 years old or something, then move on to the next person?))
(( Well I think Wonderboy might not need that because his life is basically just being a superboy. A couple other things about him I want to wait to do. So I think this next story is good enough for him. The only thing changed about him after this is that he does more super hero stuff on his own now. That will be shown when Khari goes looking for him.))
12 year old Kevin put on the red and black outfit for the first time as his father walked in with the white and gold outfit almost everyone in the world knew" You ready for your first time on the job Kev?" Kev nodded quickly filled with excitement but also nervousness and worry he wouldn't be good enough to work along side his dad.
They then flew out of their home and onto into the skies above the city where Kevin and his father stood as Wonderman and Wonderboy.
After a minutes Kevin became restless" Why are we here dad? Shouldn't we be flying around doing heroic stuff?"
His father chuckled" We do that when there's something heroic to do. Now slow down and use all of your super senses to monitor for anything that would need us to intervene. Since it's your first time you need to go small and only monitor the local area."
Kevin looked down onto the city and focused using his hearing and sight.
He heard so many things and saw so much. He looked at his dad with a groan" Nothing."
Again his father chuckled" You have to spend longer than that.
I know it's for you to slow down so much. I had the same problem when I was young. Just rushed in. I didn't slow down. Just focus and try to pay attention to everything. Try not to be to intruding once you know it's none of our business"
Kevin tried again on focusing his super senses.
He seemed to zone out of where he was and be at multiple different places at one.
He floated high above the city for a while just listening and looking.
He finally heard something hit the ground then saw the flame from a candle light the carpet on fire when it hit the ground.
Kevin instantly flew towards the location of the fire.
His dad smiled with pride then followed after his son.
Kevin flew in and got everybody out as his dad stopped the fire from spreading.
Kevin felt so happy for saving those people from the fire.
William strolled through the Irish pub and sat down at a table of men. He was a young boy, maybe six or eight years old, and he pulled onto a chair. He pulled out a wad of cash. "I betchya I can tell ya morn' about yourself than yowd laik. I can tell you exactly where you got yer shoes, your clothes, each for a hundred bucks, and if I guess wrong, you get a hundo," he offered.The man shuffled in his pocket. "All right then. Tell me. A hundred for my jacket, shirt, pants, shoes... even my underwear. Take a flying guess." His hands hovered over the wad.
"Well, you got your jacket over your shirt, your shirt on your chest, your pants on your legs, your shoes on your feet, and your underwear on your arse," he offered, smiling brightly.
"Git outta here," the man knocked William to the floor, but the big beefy bartender stood up. "Leave my son alone, and pay him 'is dues, or you'll find yourself wondering what happened to your lower half."
William snatched up the cash. "Thanks, friend!" he darted up the steps.
(( I'm going to take telepathy away from Khari. Just have him use varying types of magic.))
A young 7 year old African boy and his 6 year old sister looked a barely opened door that went into the throne room. Their father the king of the small African country they lived was in an argument with his long time friend and general of the army. Guards stood around the room as the two men argued back and forth.
The general hit the king. The king tackled the general but the general kicked him off and lifted him up by the throat.
The king tried to scream for the guards to help but they did nothing.
The king had been betrayed.
The general looked at the king and said" Sorry old friend but you don't deserve the throne." He then snapped the king's neck and dropped.
The sister screamed but the brother ran at the general in fury.
The general just knocked the boy down and put his foot on the boy's skull" Little Khari. Don't worry boy you will join your father soon."
The queen ran in hearing the screams from her children. She saw what was happening and ran at the general. She was shot down by the guards.
The general laughed and walked up to the dead body of the Queen" How tragic."
Khari then jumped and ran out the room the guards barely missing him. He grabbed his sisters hand and they ran out of the palace.
They only escaped because others who loved the king revolted and that gave Khari and his sister a distraction to get away from the guards.
"Father, we'll need bunk beds," a confused young boy said simultaneously with himself, who stood next to him.((^Story all in itself. XD))
The 9 year Khari walked with his sister through the jungle. She looked at Khari" I'm so hungry brother."
He looked at her with deep sadness" I know Nomusa. I am too. But we must keep going. The soldiers are looking for us again. We shouldn't have stayed in that village so long. We put ourselves and everyone else in danger. They found us. Now we have to run again. It's all my fault."
Nomusa hugged her brother" No it's not brother. You're doing your best."
From the distance" How sweet."
8 soldiers then came up pointing their guns at the children."
A old man then walked up smiling and looking around.
A soldier yelled at the man" Leave old fool!"
The old man grinned a devilish grin" It is you who's going to leave. Cretora Leta!"
The soldiers aimed at the old man but giant vines shot out grabbing the soldiers and dragging them away."
The old man smiled and walked over to the children and kneeled" Hello Prince and Princess."
They were in amazement at the man's sorcery but Khari then said" Thank you for you help sir."
The old man stood up and said" It is is my duty to help the rightful king. You look hungry. Please come to my village. We don't have much but we have food for you to eat. Eat and stay there. "
Khari shook his head" We can't. We'd put you all in danger."
The old man laughed" I can defend my self as you saw. Don't worry children. I insist. It's the least I can do for you."
Aw, they're so cute! How does he find his destiny?
O-O I was planning it but I realized... That could be why he gathers the team!
William sighed outside the high school class. He had a double attending his classes and he'd gain the information gleaned when they rejoined. He slid his hands into his pockets and strolled down the empty hall, stepping outside the school, to have a day out in the town, spending his most recent cash earnings. He cloned himself down two or three streets, so they could call each other if one of them if one saw something really interesting. Antique shops were the most interesting, with old WWII artifacts and silverware and the neatest old toys and tools. He dropped by the normal spot and was about to enter, when both sides of him pulled, suddenly ripping, tearing.
He gained control of himself quickly, but it felt as if he'd been torn in two. He gasped. Too many clones... too far apart. It had split his good aspect with his bad, and he'd tend to favor one or the other throughout his life.
William pulled up. Ambitious and hasty. He had to do something with his life rather than cheap tricks for cash, didn't he? Well, he'd just need to become necessary. And influential.
A 17 year old Khari stood over a make shift grave with a stone with Zuberi written on it. " It's been eight years since you took us in. Started my teaching in the mystical arts. Two years since you passed away and left me to be the village's leader and protector. A few moons ago I was mediating. I was deep in connection with the spiritual realm. I had a vision. I was fighting Abasi along with three others. We dethroned him and ended his decade of tyranny. I've decided to look for the people in this vision. I've made it my mission to make this come true. I've left Nomusa in charge of the village in the time I'm gone. She'll do good. She's compassionate and intelligent. I've been working hard on a incantation that will create a portal to America. The location of one of the warriors in my vision. Through the spiritual train I found out he's a superhero named Wonderboy. Thank you for all of your help Zuberi. You taught me so much. I'm grateful for that."
Khari walked from the gravesite towards the village. Towards his destiny.
A 17 year old Khari stood over a make shift grave with a stone with Zuberi written on it. " It's been eight years since you took us in. Started my teaching in the mystical arts. Two years since you passed away and left me to be the village's leader and protector. A few moons ago I was mediating. I was deep in connection with the spiritual realm. I had a vision. I was fighting Abasi along with three others. We dethroned him and ended his decade of tyranny. I've decided to look for the people in this vision. I've made it my mission to make this come true. I've left Nomusa in charge of the village in the time I'm gone. She'll do good. She's compassionate and intelligent. I've been working hard on a incantation that will create a portal to America. The location of one of the warriors in my vision. Through the spiritual train I found out he's a superhero named Wonderboy. Thank you for all of your help Zuberi. You taught me so much. I'm grateful for that."
Khari walked from the gravesite towards the village. Towards his destiny.
((Whoohoo! Might want to make it one of mine so we can actually RP together.))
(( I have an idea... The portal messes up!))
(( Well he only speaks Swahili and English.))
((Ah, so to the Irishman! Vanessa speaks English too, though, classes.))
(( Which one do you want.))
Khari had symbols and paintings on the walls and ground. He stood in the middle of a circle then did a incantation. He is then going through a white void then he is spat out. He stands in the middle of a frozen tundra with snow everywhere. He then collapses from the amount of magic he used.
Khari had symbols and paintings on the walls and ground. He stood in the middle of a circle then did a incantation. He is then going through a white void then he is spat out. He stands in the middle of a frozen tundra with snow everywhere. He then collapses from the amount of magic he used.
(( I forgot to say but he's from Africa with jungles and it's very hot. So he's not prepared for cold.
Vanessa was out with a few school friends, about a mile from the town, going to go ice skating and maybe even get a date or something. Someone recited a blond joke they'd read online and they all busted up, because most were blond. Suddenly, one stopped and pointed at the dark-skinned figure. "We should call the police!" he pointed, "Or the hospital! Look!" They all huddled around the collapsed boy. "He looks weird."
"Don't be racist!"
"Not like that! He just feels weird!"
Vanessa was silent, but she dialed the emergency number, speaking into the phone for a while. "Hurry, take him to the nearest road, let's work together."
He wore ragged clothes. All he had was his clothes. Inside his mind he was blank. The magic had drained him. He would be comatose for at least a day.
Vanessa grunted, holding one of his legs as they crab dragged him to the road, as the ambulance pulled up.
(( I dunno know what to do.))
2 days later Khari wakes in the hospital and Sahili says" W-what is going on? Where am I?"
2 days later Khari wakes in the hospital and Sahili says" W-what is going on? Where am I?"
Vanessa jumped. "OH! He's awake!" she called in Russian, then tried in English, "Stay still. You hurt bad."
" I'm...." He looked at her and realized she was on of the people from his vision" I'm fine ..... Where am I?"
" I'm...." He looked at her and realized she was on of the people from his vision" I'm fine ..... Where am I?"
" I'm...." He looked at her and realized she was on of the people from his vision" I'm fine ..... Where am I?"
(( *facepalm* I forgot to say he said it in English.))
