Avant Dream Chapter 2:The calm
 

Chapter 1 Summery: You were summoned to meet the sleeper, a long with 9 other people you now know to be your comrades. The sleeper brought you into a room where he explained through video feed that the government was doing horrible things to your fellow neosapiens, as well as society as a whole. He has enlisted your help as a task force to help him keep the government under controll. He Blessed you all with mirculouse equipment and took you two a mansion that you are free to use to your hearts content. His only request is that you tell no one of your activities. He has given you a week (4 real time days) to do as you please and then he shall call upon your services.



Also If you Guys finish up your actions before the 4 real time days pass (just put something at the end of your finishing post to let us know), Then we will make the story line progress. And trust me its about to get much more interesting.

Thomas was at work in a factory. He had taken off a LOT of time from school to go find his brother, so he never graduated. Thanks to that, he never made it into college, and this was all that was left for him. It was good, honest work, though, so he had nothing to complain about.

No one, other than his employer, knew that he was a mutant. Which could have helped with him having many friends at the plant. Many of which had complimented him on his new bike. They could all tell it was his. Any vehicle Thomas ever owned had the ArchAngel sticker on the back.

He worked hard on repairing defective gearboxes. He would have to open up the gearbox, making sure that the oil inside didn't fall out, and had to check what was wrong. Most of the time it was a faulty sealing job. He was thankful for those. Those were easy. It was when they needed to replace the worm-gear drive inside of it that he got upset. It usually took an hour's work to replace, but thanks to his melding abilities, he could have the drive out and replaced in no time. But he had to be careful, though. It was hard to hide his talents, and a few of the people that didn't care for him much were starting to get suspicious.

Flint turned to Bolt. “Well there’s a gym not far from here. Id like to take you up on your offer, or would you like to take a break?”

Alex returned to school, keeping his suit in his closet. School itself continued to be mostly boring, and making up the test was always a problem, but besides that, how could he not be happy. I mean, come on, I'm a secret agent! I get to be all cool mutant-costume-superhero and what not! That made it a bit hard to focus in school, but he managed. In between class he decided to practice his talents a little, mostly by playing small pranks on other students.
Alex sat in the hallway, waiting until someone came out of the teachers lounge. He focused on seeing a bucket full of water above them, which as they walked out spilled over. The teacher jumps to the side, then kicks his feet slightly, muttering in disgust, before walking away. Nothing had actually happened of course, which just made it that much more fun.

As the week drew to an end, Alex locked his door and changed back into his 'super suit'. He hadn't walked around in it too much at the mansion, mostly due to it being, well, skin tight. That takes some getting used to. now he was able to appreciate it however. It was mostly black, with some grey pattern across it, reminiscent of a traditional japanese 'water' pattern. Plus it came with a cape! Not a long, billowing cape, but a short mid back cloak, which seemed to work just as well with the 'chameleon' aspect of the suit. Now, he wasn't normally much for masks, but this one he could deal with. It looked like a mardi gras wolf mask, grey and covering about half his face. When combined with the outfit, all in all a cool effect. Alex puts his street clothes on over this, and puts the mask in his backpack, the procedes to wait for the Sleeper.

OOC: my apologies again fro disapearing, this shouldn't keep happening, I promise. If you want me to spend more time in the week, let me know, but it seemed like I didn't have anything too pressing to attend to.

"Might as well have a little fun on my new toy." Mark said as he shot off in his bike. He decided to try out a trick he has been thinking about. He knew gas couldn't explode in a mist form, but he could change into one after gaining the speed he needed. He hit the highway going full blast. He saw some traffic up ahead and started getting ready. As soon as he was upon the traffic, he turned the bike and him into the mist form. The bike stopped running, but was still going the speed it was at, only slowing slightly. Once he was past the traffic jam, he got out of the form and rode on. "Oh yeah, I rock on this thing. Well, I guess I better head back." He muttered to himself as he spun the bike around and headed back.

Back at the mansion for the rest of the week, Mark called up his old job and told them to go f*ck themselves. After that, Mark got bored and headed down to the training room, practicing his sneaking skills. Finally, a week had pass, and Mark had gotten into his gear. "Wonder how our first mission is going to be" Blake said to himself as he headed out of his room.

"Hello, Alvah?...No, I'm not sick, just decided to meet up with some old friends...True, no big shindigs going on this time of year anyway...Speaking of which, would it be possible to try out a new column...No, I'm not quitting the Society page, I'm just saying, maybe an "Out n About" article, or editorials on the whole mutant craze...Yes, I know its risky, but it'll take a risky editor to allow it...Really? Well, I'll get right to work on it, have a rough draft for ya in a week or so. By Alvah." Job flipped the cell phone to off. He had just bought himself a week or so.

After making his work arrangements, he went to training room to watch other people train and occasionaly ease his boredom by destroying some of the training bots. Mostly he supervised without interfering. Whenever 'Mentalic' would strain himself too hard, Job thought of stopping him but watched him pull through. He'd then sigh and resign himself to typing up a fake 'mutant report'.

He'd save his confessional for after their first mission.

Bolt spent the rest of the week using the gym in the mansion to train. It had plenty of martial arts material, so as he practiced his boxing he also worked out some Krav Maga excersizes, followed by some Taekwondo and Judo.

Then, he spent more time after he finished his own exercises training Flint. To start, he taught him some basic boxing, showing him how to block, and how to punch. At the same time, he got him started on a variety of weights and exercises to increase his overall fitness.

When he wasn't training, sleeping, eating, or reading, Bolt was going to his normal gym. He had two boxing matches that week. He won both.

Petoral used his time in the mansion to be in the gym with Bolt. However he wasn't lifting weights. He was fine tuning his control by levitating and moving as many weights as he could at once. After several exhausting hours each day Petoral went to the kitchen made himself dinner and went to sleep. This was his routine throughout the entire weak.

“Left, right, keep your guard up, right hook.” Flint dropped to the floor, tired from exhaustion. Bolts instructions were now turning into a haze of murmurs in his ears. “Perhaps we should stop for today. I can’t seem to stop the room from spinning.” Bolt handed Flint a clean white towel. “Yes it will do that from time to time. You will learn to control it in time.” Bolt walked out of the gym.

Flint sat there whipping the sweat from every pour on his skin. The clean white towel had now become a dirty and disgusting yellow eyesore. Flint took a nap and awoke at around 3:00. He then called his mother and informed him that at times he may not be able to meet her for their weakly dinner. “I’m sorry mom….I know….I know, look I gata go something’s come up….yea…yea, I love you too, bye.” Flint decided to expand his powers and his boxing lesion. He put on his suit and went to the garage.

Opening the door he had seen the fresh oil and skid marks of the motorcycle that Tomas had supposedly clamed as his own. He looked around the fast carport and saw a stylish 1940 Ford Woody. Its Chestnut brown siding and classic look was more than enough to win over Flint. “Who ever this sleeper guy is he sure has good taste.”

Flint started up the engine and pulled out of the garage. The scenery had changed drastically, instead of being in the slum part of the city where “Happy Bobs Amusement Park” was, Flint found himself driving in the back country of the metropolis. Golden brown trees surrounded him at every turn. It was quite breathtaking. Whatever that Tilt-a-Whirl ride was it most defiantly did not limit its direction to just a downward spiral, as previously thought. Quite an impressive transit system the sleeper had built.

Flint had finally made it into the deep heart of the city. It took him a good 30 to 40 minutes to reach it from the mansion. Flint noticed at pizza joint and decided to stop for a quick bite. Noticing he still had his uniform on he decided to grab his pants and jacket, to arouse less suspicion.

After a nice nosh, Flint decided to take in the nightlife of the city. After a while he drove across town to a small deserted area, mistaking it for a nightclub strip. While taking a U-turn Flint saw several men in dark clothing loading the back of a truck with electronic goods inside an ally way.

“Something here has run a foul, but perhaps this is the exercise I have needed to test out my abilities.”

Flint parked the car about a block away from the suspected robbery. To confirm his suspicions he slid into concrete form and listened in as part of the sidewalk.

(OCC: I would like to offer the DM's of this board to take the role of the thugs. Enjoy scheme your hearts out)