The Winds Of Change Blow In The End Of Days
 

On a dark street deep within the heart of NYC. Lights danced as an electrical discharge sparked between the surrounding buildings. The electric branches shattered the windows and lighting clothes strung between the buildings on clothes lines on fire. A Blue brilliant ball of light formed about two stories up off the street. Wind ripping down the streets, blowing trash, papers around in a mini hurricane.

Suddenly a figure fell from the ball of light that had formed, and as soon as the figure passed out of the light there was a blinding flash and the ball Electricity and wind Blinked out and was gone. The figure fell onto the roof of a car that had been parked below it. The figure hadn't fallen far but the impact of his landing dented the roof of the car inward and smashed out all the windows. The figure let out a yelp of pain.

Then all was silent for a little bit. The figure groaned and rose up. He lifted his hand up and brushed the wet strands of his dark shoulder length hair out of his face. He swore mummbleing as he slowly and painfully got off the roof of the dented car. His bare feet hit the pavement and he stood up. He was tall about 6'3" and stark naked. He looked down and pursed his lips... "Damn..." He mummbled and looked around. "Need Clothes..."

Casey rode down the street on his motorcycle. "Damn, I need some action tonite."

((OOC: what universe is this?))

He moved up the side of the street alittle ways keeping to the shadows and to a store front. He glanced at the sign. Harold's Consignment Goods. He reached back and gave the glass door a jab with his elbow smashing a glass pane quickly as to not cut him. He then reached in and flipped the lock. Swinging the door open he slipped inside quietly. He moved to a rack of clothing and pulled a few off looking them over.

No time to get picky he thought as he grabbed a simple white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black pants. He pulled the two on and then moved towards the foot ware. He reached out and grabbed a black jacket on his way slipping it on. He looked over the foot ware and pursed his lips... Pretty shoddy selection he thought. His concerns soon turned to pleasure as he found a pair of old jungle combat boots that were just his size. He Grabbed em and slid em on as well. As he was lacing them up he heard the rumble of an engine... from the sounds of it... a motorcycle... He moved to the large store window and crouched down hidden in the shadows...

((OOC: The TMNT Universe, Want to run an End of the world kinda scenario... LOL i know what your thinkin from his entrence... Terminator... and Yes he is from the Future but no This isn't a Terminator Cross over. I just Like how they handle Time Travel. No no i'm cooking up something much worse then Terminators... Jump in Anyone who wants to Join! Its gonna be a big fight in the end... least i hope so!))

((OOC:Are original characters allowed?))

((OOC: I meant what TMNT universe is this? Mirage, new toon, old toon, etc.))

Caey stopped when he saw the broken glass. "Looks like those damn teens again." Casey got off his bike, and grabbed a hockey stick. "Time to teach these punks a lesson."

He furrowed his brow when he saw the figure on the bike slow and then stop all together, looking at the door. Damn... He knew better then that... What was he thinking. He cursed himself in thoughts. He didn't have time for an altercation. He had to make it to ground zero before it was to late...He glanced at a wall clock at the time...

Damn, he thought. Not much time. He looked out the window at the figure... male... aprox 6 foot. Armed with what looks like an old hockey stick. Defently looks like he can hold his own in a fight...Perhaps i could enlist his help...He bit down on his lower lip... Damn he didn't have much time to be wrong. He looked up and narrowed his eyes seeing several drop celing squares missing he then jumped up and grabbing wire conduet running along the upper celing he pulled himself up and out of veiw as he waited for the figure to enter the room...

((OOC: I'm Thinking a mix of all the best features of The TMNT universe. As long as it dosn't Over power the main story line to bad i have no problem with it. The one thing i am hoping for is an April O'Neil player!!! Deffently in the Yellow jumpsuit! Thats the only Requirement for some woman RPer (Hopefully its a woman player LOL) to play April! Okay enough of my rant about April... And Yes Wing Nut People can be original Characters, My Guy is original. I like Original Characters!!! Okay Lets continue))

Casey went up to the broken glass, and looked into the store before entering. It didn't appear anybody was there.

Hanzo perched himself on a building ready to take care of the vandal himself until he heard a familiar motorcycle roaring down the street. "Hmmm this could be interesting" he thought to himself. And so he sat back to watch the clash with a little evil grin.

((Well sorry, I'm not a fan of the yellow jumpsuit April so I'll just play my original character.))

Torn bits of cloth that still hung to the ragged old hat swayed to and fro as the owner rocked her head from side to side listening--or rather, feeling--a rythem that she alone could sense. Like a pair of gothic wings her long, black jean jacket danced with the wind around her crouched body; she looked no different from the stone gargoyles that surrounded her.

Eyes closed and several stories above the street, every sound of the metropolitian city seemed to fall on deaf ears. She could not find what she was searching for by physical means. In truth, the girl had no real idea what she was searching for, but she knew that it was out there... somewhere. They were powers of some sort, concious beings; but something about them made the girl doubt that they were truly alive... but they weren't dead either.

It was then, that something broke the person's concentration and her eyes snapped open to see branches of electricity flash before her. One soft blue eye and a blood red eye watched curiously as the ball of blue light apparated below, causing a sort of suction that pulled in any light, loose object in general area. Her eyes narrowed as she witnessed what happened next: It was perhaps the wierdest thing that she had seen in at least a week; but she was sure that things were only going to get wierder.

Swiftly, the spectator stood up, her toes hugging the edge of the building for a brief second before she leapt from her spot; for a moment, it looked as if the short figure was going to plundge to her death but instead she hovered and landed on the roof of the building just across the street. From here, she watched as the nude man broke into a store.

Good idea, she thought, an amused smirk forming on her beak, Running around nude would get up put in the assylum in a heart beat. Before the man could exit the store, sounds of a motorcycle could be heard. The girl took another step into the shadows and continued to watch.

The 2nd spectator caught Hanzo's eye. He silently leaped from his spot to right behind the shrouded figure. He then whispered "you don't belong here do you?".....

The girl frowned as the second figure landed near her. "When does anyone really belong anywhere?" She replied more than asked, keeping her eyes on the situation at hand. Though she did not look at him, she kept tabs on Hanzo's posture and entent, ready to fight at a moment's notice.

Hanzo took a second to think about what the person had said then chuckled letting out a hissss. "You have a point there" He stood motionless behind the figure.

He was a hardened soldier, well trained in the art of survival... after all where he came from. If you didn't know the fine art of blending in... you were dead. He held his breath as he saw the darkened form peer through the door window scanning the room looking for signs of him. He could see the wall clock through the holes in the drop celing and pursed his lips. If the techs dropped him into the night before. he didn't have much time... He had no real way of knowing when or where he was exactly. But no matter when he was the clock was ticking...

He needed a gun. He needed a weapon of any kind. He knew the followers would try and stop him, but he was mankinds last hope and by god he wasn't going to go down without taking a few of them with him. He had a creepy feeling and then suddenly, there was a flash and he was in a store but it was long since it was last opened. He was hidden in the rafters between the drop ceiling and the blown out roof. Rubble littered the floor of the building and the picture front window had long been blown in. The Door hung askew, hinges squeeking in the wind... He was breathing heavy... He knew where he was. He was in his time. He had a rifle strapped to his back and was in standard human resistance army clothes. Huge Clawed feet hit the upheavaled Broken up streets out in front of the Buildings. He squeezed his eyes shut. This was it... he was cut off from his unit. He didn't have the right amout of fire power to take this thing out. He was done for... he could feel the hot breath pouring through the front of the store.

He suddenly awoke with a start! he almost cried out but his training took over as soon as he was incontrol again. Its okay, it was a flash back... thats it. What had seemed like minutes only took a few seconds... He was so tired. He can't remember when he had last had sleep. His deep brown eyes watched the figure at the door, ready for what ever might happen...

((OOC: Jade It actually works out better your Character is a Gargoyle like being... This will fit very nicely indeed... You don't like The Yellow Jump suit... but she was sooo hot in that!! This is gonna be fun i have such plans!!))

Enter: Michelangelo
 

((Gargoyle?? Randi?? Snicker snicker...))

"Ahem." A voice from above the shadows interrupted the group.

A figure shrouded in a cloth cloak and hood emerged from the shadows without making a noise. Unbeknownst to the others, he had been there the entire time observing them. It was Michelangelo.

He stood there eyeing the group, a calm intense gaze across his eyes. He smiled slightly.

((by the way, I am playing Miragish Mikey))

Casey stepped into the store, bat held tightly in his right hand. "Looks like I'm too late."

((OOC: I don't actually have combat stats for him yet Heretic888 is helpin me out with that but i wanna post. He's Gonna Jump ya Cqb101 but hes gonna go right into dialog. Unless you have a real problem with it, in which case i will certainly edit it and make it more fair! But here goes))

He watched as the door opened up slowly, and the figure walked in slowly looking around. Glass crunching benith a booted foot as he moved alittle bit into the old store. The man stopped almost directly under Him and tightened his grip on his weapon. He clentched his teeth not knowing if this man was one of the tainted or Just a passer by. He had no choice, he had to find out just how much time he had left...

"Looks like I'm too late." The man said and then suddenly booted feet swung down from out of one of the holes in the drop ceiling. They Slammed into the mans chest forceing him back against the wall. He let go of the pipeing he had been holding onto and followed the momentum that sent him agaisnt the Man he had just forced against the wall. He Forced an elbow against the ...Masked man? Huh he was wareing a mask... intresting. His hand gripped the hand holding the bat as he pinned the man against the wall.

His eyes were narrowed as he looked at the man and hissed out in a low voice that had a hint of desperation. "What day is it?!"

"Get off me you freak!" Casey kicked the man off of him, and freed himself from his grip."You don't know what day it is? Where'd you come from, the past?" Casey chuckled knowing that this was completely absurd.

"Get off me you freak!" The masked man kicked him off with a forced knee to his stomach. He fell back and knocked over a rack of shoes. The man rolled backwards over the fallen rack and came up in a low crouch watching the masked man. "You don't know what day it is? Where'd you come from, the past?" The man chuckled but he didn't know how close he actually was to the truth.

"Where is this? What City... And no not from the past, but rather in it. His muscles were knoted and and coiled ready for anything. He glanced around nervously, then looked back at the man...[/i]

"It's new york city. July 21st 2003."

He actually visually relaxed for a second, and then remembered where he was and what he was doing. Thank god he thought... I have ten days to try and stop the unstoppable. He sighed, this is not going to be fun. "Thank you...sorry i jumped you like that. Are you okay? He was still cautious as the man was still holding a weapon. "What's your name?"

"I'm fine. I can hold my own. My name's Casey Jones."

Re: Enter: Michelangelo
 

((Randi: *Blinks several times* E-ex-excuse me? Gargoyle? Me? *takes off her hat and pats her head* I don't feel and hornes... Wings? *looks behind* Nope, just a shell.))

(Heretic, is it okay if maybe Mike and Randi had encountered each other once before; if you

The female jerked slightly at the sound and she immediatly guessed who it was. She threw a glance over her left shoulder and smirked at the martial artist. ~Fancy meeting you here~. She told him non verbally and turned her attentions back to the store.

She had briefly met Michelangelo a few weeks ago when she first arrived in New York City; after thier introduction, however, Randi had brushed him off--inadvertenly, of course, she hadn't meant any offense--to follow a trail that had sadly turned up to be a dead end.

Damn. The man with the bat had gone inside leaving her with two choices: attempt Clairvoyancy which never worked as well as it should or move to another spot with a better view.

Breakneck seats, any one? She thought to herself as she walked to the edge of the building and stepped off only to land with an odd smoothness on the sidewalk below.

He looked at the man quietly for a moment as if trying to remember something. "Casey Jones Eh?..." He shook his head. "Never thought i would get to see you... let alone be the first person i met when i got here... I am sorry i hit you... He pursed his lips... The Casey Jones... "What would you say if i told you, you were one of the chosen ones..."

((OOC:
Sorry i mistook that for saying she looked gargoyle like! Again Sorry i misread it No Matter We shall Play On!! It will still work out))

Hanzo slowly stepped in the store ready to fight,when he heard the man say to Casey "What if i told you that you were one of the chosen ones?" this caused Hanzo to ease up. "Nobody around here talks like that" he thought to himself. "What do you mean by chosen one?" he said quietly to the figure.

"I'd say you had too much to drink."

(thought he had been on the roof with Randi and Mike)

((Oops,sorry,i forget to put the whole him jumping down part,im tryin to do like 7 things at once at my house so im kinda tied up ))

"I'd say you had too much to drink." He looked at the Casey for a few minutes and then just shook his head, he knew how this must all sound. He wouldn't have believed himself if he hadn't seen things to come...

"What do you mean by chosen one?" He spun around so fast that it was almost blinding. His eyes fell on the figure that walked in quietly and had been watching them converse. His muscles screamed to be reliesed and to quickly try and take out the spy... No... no he wasn't in his time anymore he had to remember that. Not everyone was an Agent of Evil... But if the others did not succed in their missions... he was man kinds last hope. His deep brown eyes slowly looked over this new commer, sizing him up...

Hanzo sensed the tension between him and unknown soul." You have an answer? " Hanzo said.

Mike
 

((Sure.))

Mike just nodded knowingly and smiled. He had hoped to run into this girl again. They had parted company so abruptly beforehand...

Mike followed suit and landed less than three feet away from Randi. Although, you wouldn't know it by listening. He made absolutely no noise at all as he landed and the fall didn't seem to strain him in the least bit. It was as if he had only hopped 20 inches rather than 20 feet.

Michelangelo sighed. "Now, what have you gotten your ass into this time, Case??"

"I dunno. Some dude from outta town is caling me the chosen one. Weird huh?"

Mike
 

Michelangelo just raised his left eyeridge in amusment and chuckled. He crossed his arms, waiting for the newcomers to make their next move...

Re: Mike
 

Randi closed her eyes and slowly rocked her head from shoulder to shoulder a few times as one of the 'powers' that she had felt before escalate in strength just slightly before dying down into nothing. "If you had witnessed what I had." She said, the street light reflecting off of her eyes as she opened them again, "I'm you'd consider his claim more seriously."

Re: Mike
 

Hanzo broke the silence by asking the vandal,"What are you doing here?"

Mike
 

"Yeah?" Mike replied with a raised eyeridge. "Then, what exactly did you see??"

"You have an answer?" The person who came in while Casey and he were talking asked again. Ash Clentched his teeth as he hated having someone get the drop on him, it ment he was being careless, and stupid... and that would only end up in him failing in his mission. He narrowed his eyes.

"Now, what have you gotten your ass into this time, Case??" Said yet another newcommer stepping into the store. Only this new commer was a turtle... A mutant. He tried to remember his briefing about the End of Days The term labled to the last few weeks before what was to come.

"I dunno. Some dude from outta town is caling me the chosen one. Weird huh?" Casey Said to the Turtles question. Ash was never much of a talker... in fact he didn't know why he was even chosen for this mission... Ash was more of a more brawns then brains kinda soldier. Nothing his guns couldn't answer when they did the talking for him. He suddenly felt very small like there was no way he was going to stop the unstoppable...

The turtle crossed his arms and Looked at him as if waiting for an explination to all of this, and Ash was running out of options short of bolting out the back... Thats when he heard the voice for the first time, But he knew who it was..."If you had witnessed what I had." The voice said as she stood in the door way. "You'd consider his claim more seriously." Ash looked at her and knew from the files they had of what little history they had written down who it was.

"What are you doing here?" The guy who had first interupted Casey and him.

"Then, what exactly did you see??" The turtle asked Miss Randi, Ash arching a brow a little curious himself. He looked at the one who had asked him what he was doing here and Nodded.

"The names Ash... What i am doing here is getting some clothes, since the time Displacer dosn't allow non living tissue to pass through it." He looked at all of them quietly for a minute noting their reactions. "As to why i am here. I'm here to stop an event from happening that will destroy this world as you know it and start a new age of pain and suffering that you can't possibly imagine..." He pursed his lips and arched a brow. Well if they were Foe it would soon be go time... If they were friend, perhaps the odds of him stopping it would be a little better... and if they thought he was crazy... well we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it, he thought...

Casey laughed. "You expect me to believe this? I'm outta here. Mikey, you coming?"

Hanzo stood deep i thought considering both sides of the story. He thought to himself "Well time travel doesen't seem possible but yet im a lizard and theres a talking turtle whos a ninja master in the room " he then announced to the man named Ash....." I'll join you "

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~Hard to explain... take a look for yourself~ She replied telepathically to Mike and then sent him a black and white mental picture of what she had whitnessed: The streeks of lightening gathering together into a ball of energy and then the nude ash falling out and landing on a car.

She caught Ash looking at her and crossed her arms, staring at him expectantly. She had an odd feeling in the pit of her soul and mind that this man knew her some how but she left it be until after she heard his explaination.

Randi nodded slightly recalling back to what she had learned as a soldier, non-living tissue not making it through did make sense. She thought back to the old stories of that boat and the attempts to put it through time and the outcome that came of that... shuddering slightly at the vision and listened to what else he had to say. An event? What sort of event? "Armagedon?" She said thoughtfully, more to herself then to them. "or... something of the sort?"

Mike
 

Michelangelo said nothing. He simply raised an eyeridge in curiosity. Hmmmmmm...

Mike raised his right hand up in a calm, relaxed fashion. He was indicating that he haden't made up his mind on what to do about this stranger. Normally he would discard such stories as the nonsense of a street lunatic, but there was something else....

"I'm no master." Mike replied calmly, still contemplating about the time-travelling stranger. He wondered how this mutant lizard knew he was though, and that he had received Ninjutsu training...

Mike saw the image clear as day. It did suprise him, but hardly cat him off guard. Nothing he wasn't used to. He stretched his neck muscles for a moment, and sighed.

He looked over at Randi and then back at Ash. He could feel some unspoken tension between the two of them. He may not be a psionic like Randi, but his intuition was never off....

Michelangelo remained silent for the time being. He would let the others draw whatever answers and information the stranger would give. Right now, observing would be the best course. Still, Mike could sense a nagging sensation near the back of his skull..... there was something "off" about this whole situation. But, as he couldn't ascertain the particulars, it would be best to just find out what he could from the stranger...