Since I already have more people signed up than I needed and I don't want to keep you all waiting. You guys may begin posting. BTW you guys don't know how to fully use your Croma and are extremely unskilled with using it.

Hmm, can we still sign up? I am bored ATM.

you can sign up if you want, but you cant post until I give you your croma ability.

OC: I suppose I am the first to post. Time to get started.

Alric shifted the battered car door from his "home" and took a glance around the burning city. The pungent and familiar smell of a recent massacre filled his nose, blocking his senses. Uh. I need to get out of here. Alric moved the car door back, bashing it into place, and made for the outskirts. What the hell am I supposed to be doing. It's not like anything I'll do will amount to any sort of value. Alric waved this thought from his mind and focused on his newfound powers.
Taking a look at a nearby light fixture, Alric concentrated on it. It was the enemy, the ones who had ruined what was once a simple life, an ideal life. Alric's left hand shimmered slightly, his thoughts flooding out and clearing the consciousness. It glowed ever more brightly, nearly giving off as much light as a winter dawn. Then...nothing. I failed. Again. Time to scrounge for the meal of the day
Alric walked off, looking for something edible, as a little bit of light flew from and back to his left hand.

-In the untidy house that was once Jin's paradise, the young man sat, his chin on his knees, on his bed in the dark room. In his hand was a framed picture of a young girl. Jin's deceased girl friend.-

"...."

-Jin's right hand clutches onto his face as he begins to shake...-

Terry looks around him, one hand on a gun he carries, the other hand on a samurai sword. A flame flickers in his hand and goes out. "Damn." Terry says. He sighs and tries again, this time, the flame takes a little longer to go out.

Mack was sitting on an expensive chair after training in his dojo. Rebecca had came to discuss with him after she finished her training.

Rebecca: "This war totally screwed things up eh?"

Mack: "I hated this war from the beggining. You always knew that. I hate how these idiots think that war is always the answer. Frankly, I find it funny how people don't know how to use diplomacy over violence. But what's the point of complaining about it, that's the reality we live in. Nobody can truly justify what has occured to be truly good or evil. This war was made out of hatred plain and simple."

Rebecca: "I find this to be very true. Yet we were in the middle of the mess of hatred which the both hardly cared for. The world is a mess as it is now. There aren't too many places like this that are relatively peaceful. But shall this peace last long like this is the problem. That's why we need to hone our croma powers before we set out. So once we leave here, where do you think we should head to?"

Mack: " I plan to try and find my siblings. Both of my siblings disappeared during WW3 and I feel that it's only obligatory to find them. I haven't heard any leads to their whereabouts, but I've heard of a person somewhere in this town who locks himself inside his room and apparently never comes out. The house is rumoured to have some sort of aura around it at night time. Could this be croma? I think it's worth it to check it out? Maybe we can make an ally of this person."

Rebecca: "What the hell. I've got nothing better to do. I suppose that we'll check it out."

Rebecca and Mack then head out into their parking lot and jump into their car. Rebecca decided to drive and then they found themselves in front of the person's house.

Mack: "So this is house. It looks deserted. I got to wonder what would lead someone to do something like this?"

Rebecca: "Probably the death of their girlfriend, tragic past, so on and so forth. But I can feel a surge of croma coming from him. It feels hostile too. I think this person can be a rather large threat to us. So move into the house with caution."

As the two walked towards the house, they tried to open the door but it was locked. So Mack simply broke through it by charging through it. The door itself wasn't that well built, so it was easy to break through. They walk then walk around the house looking for this person.

OT: Just to say, this is Jin's house.

Rin heaved the bag of food on her shoulder, it was pretty darn heavy. She walked down the wooden steps of the inn and began walking along the road side, not even saying goodbye to the residents who had looked after her all these years. She had long purple hair, no one really knows why it's purple. All Rin knows is that it changed the day her parents were killed, just like rest of her. She was wearing a navy blue dress which parted at the front, revealing her pleated mini skirt which was exactly the same color. Her socks came up to her thighs, and she wore black boots to finish her costume. Her fathers sword hung on her belt, it was the only thing she has of his, and she's used it more then once. Around her neck hung the necklace of her mother, her only remaining item. These two items were both precious to her, yet they never reminded Rin of her parents, or rather she never thought of them more then a few seconds. She knew if she did her mission would be a failure from that moment, so she vowed to never grieve.

The day was cold, and it made Rin shiver to the bone. She'd only been walking for five minutes now, but the inn was already out of sight behind the tree's surronding it. Rin sighed, the weight of the food bag was slowing her down considerably, she needed some way of transportation. At that moment, she heard a car engine from behind. Looking round, she could see a posh looking car turning the corner. Rin smiled and placed down her food bag. Her body turned to pure white and shrunk down to the size of a small child, probably around 8. The girl shivered and looked up as the car approached, stopping beside the girl. A man and woman looked down through the window at her and gasped,
"My dear lord you must be freezing!" exclaimed the woman, turning to the man. Rin emphisized on this, and let out a small fake sneeze. The man nodded at the woman and opened the car door, stepping outside
"Come on in here little lady, we'll give you a ride to the next town" he said. Rin nodded and handed him her food bag, which he put on the back seat. She then climbed into the back next to her bag, trying to keep the sword out of view. The man closed the door behind her and clampered back into the front,
"We live in the next city, it isn't that far from here" he smiled softly and the girl and drove on. Rin nodded,
"Thank you very much, your kindness will not be forgotten". A small smirk spread across her face as she clutched onto the handdle of the sword...

"Gentlemen, I'm sure we can work out an agreement." Alric stood ready as two of the Wielder's soldiers approached, both carrying heavy rifles. The small pistol in his pocket seemed like a child's toy in comparison. They continued to approach, and Alric heard the crack as the bullet entered the barrel. Alric sighed. "I suppose negotiations are now adjourned."
Alric turned around, breaking into a dash as the rifle muzzles spewed a hail of death. As he rounded the corner, he saw an apartment building closed off. Taking his handgun and pulling back the slide, he kicked at the door thrice until it broke down. Alric headed up the nearby stairs and waited for the soldiers to come. As the first readied to fire, Alric began to fire at the masked man. As he fell, Alric saw the second begin to squeeze the trigger. Pulling his own, nothing came but a click. "Damn it!" Throwing the pistol, he raised his arms to defend himself.
Alric opened his eyes, seeing a shimmering shield block the bullets. "Yes! It's about time!" Taking the chance, he ran up and gouged the second with the blade, almost unconsciously. The shimmering shield fell away, and Alric gasped sharply. Leaning against the wall for a moment, he picked up one of the rifles, searched through the bodies for magazines, and stood up.
Releasing the magazine catch, he placed a fresh one into the rifle. "This will hold me over until that happens again." He stepped out of the apartment, still wary of anymore attacks. He returned to his "home" and gathered his meager belongings, heading out for a dump site he had found a week earlier. Making his way through the useless junk, he finally found what he was looking for hours later. A car. "This thing better work." Wiring the car, he heard the sweet sound of ignition.

Jackson sits in outside on his back porch, exhausted from his sparring match with his brother Lance.

Lance: You did good today Jax. Keep it up and someday, you might actually be able to land a hit on me.

Jackson: Yeah, whatever. And someday I won't have to let you win.

They have a playful scuffle and Jackson's mind drifts back to when he was a little boy. He was playing basketball with his dad, and he had always let Jackson win. Lance sees the sullen look on his face.

Lance: You still thinking about mom and dad?

Jackson: Yeah. I mean...I've accepted that they're gone,but...it seems like it was just yesterday that they were cheering me on at a football game.

Lance: I know what you mean. Every time I come out here to train alone, I see them rooting for me at one of my MMA competitions. But, I know that they're watching us from a better place always.

Jackson: Yeah...ok.

Quincy: Hey idiots, I'm not gonna call you again to tell you that lunch is ready. If I've gotta come out there I'll kick both of your asses.

Jackson and Lance head into the house to eat lunch, thinking that this would be just another day.

-Meanwhile, still in the dark room, Jin has barely moved. He is still staring at the picture with his hand clutching his face, his eyes seen between his fingers.-

"......"

-As the night sky begins invade the light (well, at where he is anyway,) his eyes seem to grow more pale... suddenly, the neighbors jumped upon hearing...-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A boy sitting under a cold tree stared out into the night, looking down over the small city in his eyesight. He had been used to the cold, so this patch of wheather would not have been a problem for him. In fact, he felt perfectly fine in these conditions, just as a normal person would in a mild afternoon. The boy, Richard his name, was clicking his fingers. The beat was a steady one, about one click per second.

Around him was an array of small animals, squirrels, rabbits and even some birds, each smiling intently at the sound of the clicks. A second later, the beat changed faster, and the animals became hyper, jumping up and down to the beat. A second later, the beat ended with a loud clap and the animals roared in agony. How were they being effected in such a painful way? What was doing this to them.

His croma.

Clicking once more, the animals reutrned to normal, forgetting the existance of the clicking magistrate. Some went to his left, others right, some fell asleep where they were and others followed set routes beyond the knowledge of Richard.

"I'd probably best practice somewhere else... The ruckus would attract too much attention."

Rising to his feet with a grunt, the clicker left his spot on the hill, moving at a cautious pace down the hill. At the bottom of the hill, he heard a scream.

His entire body suffered an electric shock, forcing him at least one foot into the air. Who had screamed? Why? What could he do about it?

Right now, nothing. So, he continued on his way to the mall. There, he would practice for the night. Maybe he would be able to create projectiles somehow?

Mack: "What the hell was that?"

Rebecca: "I would assume that was him. The sound came from a room upstairs. So I'd assume that's where he is."

Mack and Rebecca then head up to the room where Jin is.

Rin shifts to her normal form and holds out her blade, thrusting the hard, cold metal against the man's throat,
"Get out of the car... And i may let you live". The woman screamed and stumbled out of the car, where as the man slowly edged his way out of the door and rolled into the dirt. Rin clumpered into the front seat and slammed both the doors close,
"You little wench, to think we tried to help you!" shouted the man. Rin shot him a glare and raised her hand. A small crystal sphere formed in her hand. She quickly rolled down the window and threw it at the mans head, sending him flying down onto his backside,
"Idiot" she muttered as she put the window up and started the engine, driving off into the distance. The pair were left by the road side in the cold, wondering what had just happened exactly.

Rin sniggered,
"Well that was easy, this little car should get me around for a while".

In the mall, Richard found it to be entirely empty. It was near pitch black in the room, the street lights around it acting as a squadron of torches on the inside. Whichever idiot left the door open that night would most likely have all hell to pay in the morning-If anything happened inside. And if Richard could get to grips with his Croma, then something would indefinately happen.

Taking a place in the centre of the mall's main hall, Richard clicked, repeating that same beat he had used before. As the beat continued, he decided to try making a jab motion as he clicked to the beat.

A large thud could be heard inside the mall as Richard fell, clutching his head. Stupidly, he had pulled back while he was clicking! At least he had the basics. He focused again, making sure to send the jab forward as he did it. About half of the time, he managed to send one flying, a quarter of the time he just clicked and it made a small wave where it was and the other quarter of the time it sort of took the form of a small wave, slower than the projectiles.

After five minutes, Richard decided to put his new found skill to the test. Lining himself up, he entered a battle stance and began click-jabbing, just like before. A rapid stream of knife-like sounds erupted from his hands, shattering the glass at the otherside of the hall. But still, he was not satisfied.

All he could do right now was send shurikens, only dealing minor damage to an opponent. No: he would have to create something stronger, but not too energy consuming. He took out an MP3 player and put it in his hand, allowing it to play 'Iris' by the goo goo dolls. He focused on his hand for a good five seconds and then made a harder punching motion with his hand.

To his deleight, a stronger, more visible projectile came as a result. The 'Sonic boom' took a snake-like form, the gentle guitaring of Iris allowing it to guide softly along, not too fast but fast, none the less. It slithered through the hole that was made by his 'sonic knives' and stopped there.

Using the same principle, Richard faced a wall and put on a much more powerful song, "Fury of the storm" by dragonforce. Richard did the same as before, only to find nothing happen. Then he tried to understand: Different songs need different amounts of power added?

Resuming his stance, Richard took a good five seconds to charge.

BOOM!

While his last projectile was a simple golden snake, this was a red, brilliant lightning blast that was at least a metre long and wide. It took the shape of an large arrowtip, jagged and serrated and brilliantly red. It made a huge dent in the wall, allowing Richard to go inside.

In the store he broke into was full of CDs and MP3 file packets which you could put into the MP3 using a computer. Also, there was an array of songbooks, guitars and other such musical instruments. This was brilliant. The police would be here soon, so he would have to take what he could while he could.

He nicked a series of rock, dance and heavymetal MP3 packs, a guitar and portable amp. He shoved the MP3 packs into the pocket of his coat and slung the guitar (w/ amp) on to his back. The guitar came with 'puck gloves', a pair of gloves which were plastic and had sturdy plucks embedded onto the end of the fingers. These were a deep crimson, just like the Flying V guitar which he took. The Mini-amp was about the size of an computar speaker and near identical in shape. It had slots for one C sized battery, which he'd need.

While he was at it, he would also need a "How to play guitar" book, some batteries and some song books. He wouldn't be able to fit all of those items in his coat; he needed a backpack.

Turning around, he found that there was no back-pack in sight. Damn. He went behind the counter, hoping to find some bags. To his luck, he saw a plastic bag, or more a whole bunch of them. Taking one, Richard proceeded to do his "Shopping", taking with him a book on playing guitar called "The way of the guitar hero", a copy of "Guitar hero: the greatest songs" and "The best of AC/DC" to boot, along side two C batteries. Putting the Carrier bag into his coat, he sprinted from the mall the opposite way to the one he came, only to not find the police. He would still lie low, though. At that point, his MP3 ran out of battery.
"Crap, now I have to go back into the store and get batteries!"
Turning on his heels, he sprinted back to the music store and quickly nicked some batteries before diving out and hiding outside the mall. Just as he did, a bright light shined through the mall.
'Crap!'He thought. He made a break westward, towards the beyond.

Xiera scrounged through the restaurant dumpster, one of the few places left where the rich still lived, finding ample food here, she consumed as much as she could before anyone noticed.

She had still not discovered who had attacked her village, and all this useless dillydalleying had gotten her no where.

A siren sounded, but she paid no heed, as their was always sirens of variouse sorts, all day and all night, echoing through the city. Things had changed, Xiera along with it.

She had never thought o herself as special, except at those times, but it seemed that after the raid, she had become special. Clutching onto her onlt possession, a long item rapped in clothing, she continued on, hoping that she would not be stopped, but looking as filthy as she was, she never was.

It would take a bit of explaining to why she had it anyway, and if she got scared or angry...

Xiera pushed those thoughts aside, she had just eaten of course, and food was hard to come by for those not in power, patting her beloved treasure, she crept into the sewers, towards her tempory home for now.

Another day, another waste of time. She would have to think of something soon, lest she be stuck in this garb for real, for the rest of what could be called a life.

Alric stared out of the dusty car window as he drove out of the city, staying on the smaller roads to avoid confrontation. The previous experience had him surviving a no-win situation, but Alric doubted another lucky break.
Another conflict with the Wielder's soldiers could be dire, and Alric wanted whole heartedly to prevent that. Just in case, the heavy rifle was always in reach.
An hour later, Alric drove up close to a large sign. 'Leaving New Orleans'. It's about time. Have to head north; that's where everyone else is. Alric took a last glance at the city he had called "home" for the past few weeks and the place that was etched in many childhood memories.

-Jin wonders who and how in the would trespassers got into the house. Most people avoided it like mice would avoid cats. He drags himself up.-

"To Hell... whoever you are..."

-He moved sluggishly, a few charm-like papers sticking out from his back pocket.-

"When I get hold of you..."

-He clutches his face again as the footsteps grew loud.-

"Say hello to her for me..."

As they neared Jin's room, Mack open the door with caution. When they opened the door, they found Jin walking towards them sluggishly.

Terry walks outside of the building he is in and looks for Leanne. She drives a car that stops beside him, Leanne motions for him to get in. Terry has taken as much supplies as the two need. He watches the road as he leaves New York City, the place where he has spent much of his life.

Don't worry Xiera, we'll find who attacked us soon, I can feel it

There it was again, Ellie's voice. Sometimes she wondered whether she was just going crazy, or whether Ellie was still with her. Her voice seemed so real, yet she knew she was dead.

WATCH OUT XIERA

Xiera stumbled and fell over, just as a gun blast echoed throughout the sewers. She clawed her way up and ran.

Left here, now right, now through here, quick turn into this grating, okay okay, keep going straight ahead, ahh here it is open this door

Xiera obeyed her deceased friends instructions, and found herself in an ancient basement, well as ancient as a basement can be in Australia.

She panted, grasping for air into her lungs, and shut the door, hearing a click sound that indicated that it had locked...damn.

Its okay Xiera, you'll be safe in here

"Elie?"

Its okay, I'll never leave you.

"But, but you died?" Xiera stammered, looking round but seeing no one.

Yes and No, but I'm still here, looking out for you, still getting into trouble as always. Now there should be some clean clothing in one of these boxes, and I think there may be some running water around here that you can use to clean yourself up with. Can't have you looking like a bum now can we!

Rin made her way towards San Fransisco in the stolen car, leaving a trail of skid marks on the floor. She wasn't exactly a world class driver... She'd only ever drove a few times before. Never the less, she stayed on the road with some effort and swiftly approached the city.

As she entered the city, she looked up at the sign that welcomed her. She smirked, no one would welcome her if they knew. She shrugged and slowly drove into the city. She didn't exactly know where to go or what to do, she had best find somewhere to rest first of all.

Everything was so quiet here, it made Rin's eyes flicker open and closed. Suddenly, lossing her concentration, she lost control of the car! She screamed and let go of the steering wheel and it spun out of her control. The car went swirving across the road and smashed into a huge concrete wall. Rin was thrashed fowardsand backwards, causing damage to her neck. She groaned as smoke floaded out from the engine. She didn't have the energy to move right now, so she leant back against the seat and sighed, her eyes closing once again.

Richard stopped.

Just a few seconds ago, he heard yet another scream, and here was the wreckage of source: Someone had crashed into a wall in their car!

Richard was unsure why he was so suprised at this, cars crashed all the time. Many people died in these numerous crashes, so that shouldn't be a suprise either. But why at this time in the night? And why couldn't he see the driver?

Richard made a quick check behind him: The police hadn't caught up with him yet. He would have time to get the person out of here: everything starts with a small step, even redemption.

But what was his redemption? Living the life of the criminal, fighting the law to benefit those who were shunned by it? Giving someone a greater life? Saving the world? Or getting away from the police and saving the girl?

Right now, redemption was closest as answer D.

Using his sonic knives, Richard blew away the hinges on the passenger seat door, which should of made it an easy save. However, the door was crumpled from the crash, and wouldn't break so easily. However, the glass would.

Focusing his energy for a second, he punched straight through the glass, his arm not free from it. Which was either a good leverage point, or a bad mistake.

Using his might to rip the door away, the answer became B, as he swung it above his shoulders, dislodged himself from it by punching away at the glass and then threw it onto the road.
'Let's see the police suffer on that one!' sprang to mind.

Getting inside the car, The rest was easy. Dislodge the seatbelt, get the girl and get out of there. But before he got her out, he decided to do some examination.

What he found was long, silky black hair, some form of green schoolgirl uniform and a rather sharp sword, which thank god, hadn't impaled her. Taking her sword with the girl, Richard got them out of the car, only to find spotlights on them. This really wasn't good. It could only mean one thing: The police. Richard turned to his rescuee and clicked in her ear.

'Wake up. For the love of god, and for your sake, open your eyes. You will have to fight. Now.'

Richard took a defensive stance around the girl, his back arching over her until she woke up.

Rin's eyes popped open after the clicking sound. She looked up, seeing a man was holding her. She then noticed the flash lights pointing at the two of them, and sighed.
"You... What have you got me into?" she asked as she got to her feet, pushing him away slightly. She saw the police surronding them and groaned, not exactly what she wanted right now. She clutched the handdle of her sword and looked sideways at the man,
"I guess you're like me then? Or are you just a normal, idiot criminal?" she questioned, looking him up and down. She could tell the police were getting itchy in their shoes, any minute now they'd attack... But what should Rin do? She could stay and fight, if this guy was the same as her they'd stand a chance, depending on his skill level. If he was just a regular guy, well... She wasn't so sure. She waited for the mans reply, readying herself to defend.

Richard's face faltered.

"Crazy woman. I use my croma to click into your mind, get you out of a smoking car and am prepared to defend you... Of course I'm not a 'normal, idiot criminal'."

Richard goes into his own battle stance(a boxing stance) and prepares for battle.

"And that's the thanks I get?"
With a shoot from his hand, a sonic knife impaled one of the police car's engines, casuing the diesel to react with the air and the car to explode. He then quickly sends more towards the police spotlights, and some to the gun-wielding police. An officer with a baton moves in, striking him once in the head. Richard doesn't move away in time, taking the blow. A second later, he comes out with a haymaker to the guards head, knocking him over. After taking a second to charge, he fires a razor-sharp knife into the policeman's head. His eyes now showed a mix of anger and focus.

Rin chuckled,
"Considerering i was knocked out, i dont exactly know how you got me out. And if you're expecting a big hug and thank you, you're barking up the wrong tree" she muttered and stood back, watching him take out a large portion of the officers with his strange croma. He was more advanced then her, she could only use her ability in child form, and could only create Crystal Balls. Rin glowed white and changed into her previous self. Pulling out her sword, she formed a crystal ball and threw it into an approaching officers head. It smashed and sent him flying to the floor. Three more officers came towards her, batons raised.

Rin ran fowards and slashed one down, then stood between the remaining two. As the went to hit downwards at the little girl, Rin rolled to the side and jumped, spinning her sword at their neck level. They both fell to the floor in a heap. Rin looked over at the boy, he seemed to be holding himself pretty well. As she watched him, a rain of bullets came flying fowards her. Rin quickly rolled to the side, taking cover behind her car. Five officers were walking towards the car and shooting. Rin gritted her teeth, she wasn't powerful enough to kill them with her crystals. Unlike the boy, Rin hadn't really known about her Croma until recently, so she hadn't exactly gotten much practice.

She shouted to the boy,
"Hey, a little help here?" she muttered, not really wanting to ask, and it showed through her tone of voice.

Mp3 player in hand playing 'saving me' by nickleback, Richard charged.

5...4...3...2...1...

"SONIC BOOM!"

A giant string of brilliant white light intercepted the second reign of bullets, sending them flying away. One nearly hit the girl, two went into police cars and a couple more hit the police men. One in the heart, another in his left eye, one had the vein of his hand cut, another got hit in the legs. As the ring died out, the last bullets dropped to the floor.

"Sorry, it's only the first time I've used that song."

Richard then got in front of the girl, grabbed her and jumped over the car.

"Sorry about that. What can you do in terms of Croma?"

After driving for a few kilometres, the car is stopped by Wielders. Terry can see them opening the door and pulling Leanne out, after seeing this, Terry snaps. He gets out of the car and punches one of the soldiers in the face. An aura of fire blazed around him. "Whoa." Terry says, dodging bullets. He draws his katana from its sheath and kills the Wielders. The fire aura fades and Terry helps Leanne into the car. "Thank you, Terry." Leanne says, kissing him on the cheek. Leanne gets back into the driver's seat and Terry gets back into the passenger's seat.

"I use crystals to attack... But so far i can only create small crystal balls and also have to be in this form to use it. I only reccently found out abot my Croma so i haven't had time to practice..." Rin sighed and smiled at the boy,
"Thanks" she muttered. She had to admitt, he saved her ass back there, and he was pretty darn powerful with those shock waves of his.

Rin looked around, more police were coming. Their flash lights blinded the two of them, Rin gritted her teeth,
"We can't take them all on, no matter how strong your Shock waves are" she said, looking at the boy. She held her sword out infront of her and stood beside the boy,
"Any bright ideas?" she questioned, getting ready for yet another attack.

Richard smiled as he was thanked, a grin forming no matter how he hid it.

At 'any bright ideas?', Richard's gears started turning like crazy. He HAD to win now: otherwise he would not find redemption. He would never find out what redepmtion was. His friend's deaths would all be in vain. She, the girl next to him, would be put in a place where the only thing she could do was rot- until he ripped her limb from limb, of course. But would he? No, most likely.

"Here's one. When I tried to do sonic jabs in the mall, I accidentally had some back lash. Maybe, if you grabbed on to my back, and I could survive a backlash from a sonic boom, we might just get out of here alive.

Well?"

Alric fought sleep as the long road in front of him winded into endless spirals. He quickly slapped himself to wake himself up, but only slightly. He stopped the car for a second, taking a look at the gas.
The "E" was barely legible, but it showed well enough. And he was nearly touching it. Have to find some gasoline. But first, where am I? Alric had previously guided himself with billboards and signs, but lately the whole landscape had been a blur. He stumbled slightly as he tried to move.
I have to wake up. Maybe a little adrenaline will get me going. So, staring out at the dirt ground at the distant horizon, Alric began to concentrate. It had happened once before, if only by chance, so it's highly possible that it can happen again.
A light shimmering came to his left hand, glower brighter, brighter as thoughts of the Wielder's soldiers entered his mind. A muzzle flash, the smell of gunpowder, and spray of blood. It all came back to him, flooding his mind.
"Damn it all!" In a rush of emotion, he had momentarily lost himself. He punched the air, rage and fear all coming at once. His hand glowed brightly, even more so than in his near death situation, and became a large shield. The blades became more prominent, and strange pattern emerged. Alric reached out to touch it, his hand meeting with what seemed to be metal.
Well, it's about time. But I have to test it. Calming himself, the shield dissipated. Then, with a hours worth of effort, it worked. Great! Now to find the gas.

:( Absololution sorry, but I am gonna have to take away your telepathic click. Your character isn't a telepath so he cant just snap his fingers and magically be in your head. Sorry, but you cant have that. And I'm still thinking if I should let you have that Demon which you control with the instrument, but probably not. Sorry. <_< I'm not really filling the clicking sheild or the sound clone either. I'll have to think about it. Just to let you know your character's abilities are like blast. He doesn't make barries, read minds, or create demons and clones just from manipulating sound. It doesn't work like that. I think Im gonna have to band you from using those abilities you gave to your character. I didn't give those abilities to your character so please don't use your abilites like that. Your ability is really a projecticle type power.

Fair enough. Telepathic click, rock band (which was just mass-instrument summon anyway), Sound clone, Rock solo and sound barrier(just an AOE blast based around him)-gone.
Edit: Also, no need to worry about the whole demons and clones stuff. I technically can't use any of it yet. I was just putting down possiblilities for the future.

I mean, I'm only a beginner with this whole Croma thing.

Terry and Leanne are smiling at eachother. "So, where to?" Terry asks. "I don't know, San Fransisco. I always wanted to go there." Leanne laughs, which is music to Terry's ears. Terry makes a flame flicker on his hand.

Thank you. I so glad you handled it well.

You're welcome. But technically, am I still able to use sound to alter emotions? Cause I mean, it was in your description of my coma.

BIC:

Richard looked up to find the police had somehow got on top of the car... but why where they only targetting him? Either way, it was time to fight again.
'ship.'

Richard began his slaughter with a fast click above his head, causing a soldier to double over in pain. The second fired, wounding his shoulder. In response, Richard elbowed the car, causing him to topple down onto the floor. From there, Richard Stamped on his hand, stopping him from fighting back. He then took the gun, Shooting that soldier in the head. Before he could turn to deal with the ultimate of the two officers alive, he felt the back of his gun against his head.

Seconds past, until Richard moved his left hand from the gun in his right hand. After another two seconds, he clicked back, sending a blindfire knife. Due to the size of the soldier's head, he managed to hit, and give him just enough time to shoot the soldier in the head. Inevitably this would result in more assaults, unless they chose to play it safe. Richard hoped for the latter, and continued to wait for the girl's answer... Who was she, anyway?

"By the way, the name's Richard. What's yours?"

Refreshed after finding a working sink and a few tanks of gas along with a map, Alric headed back to his car and filled it to the brim, placing the other tanks in the trunk. He started up the car and continued on the road, heading to New York. It's one of the larger cities out here. It has to be standing.
After a few more hours of driving, sleep again inched into Alric's bones. He yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. He continued on, making his way to the city. his eyes grew heavy, his body weary. Until he saw a dust cloud in the distance. Alric peered into the darkness, eying a car. The man in the passenger seat seemed to be playing with a lighter.
It's not one of the Wielder trucks. I'll check it out. Alric sped up, readying his rifle with one hand. He began concentrating, ready to unleash his newfound powers if the people in that car were hostile.
He rode up to the car, shouting across, "Hey! Pull over!"

Terry motions to Leanne to pull over. He can see a young man wielding a rifle. "Hello. Who are you and where are you going?" Terry asks.

Seems a bit calm to see a guy with a gun. Must be a hardened killer. Alric stamped on the brakes of his car and headed out, shutting the door behind him. He checked the license plate, noting the state name.
"I know your not one of the Wielder's, right? Look, if I'm right, you don't have much fondness for those guys. So, why don't we help each other out. I'm heading to New York and it's seems as if though you just came from there." Alric put the safety on his rifle. It looked like he wouldn't need it after all.
"So, tell me. What's over there, and if it's nothing good, I'll tag along with you." Alric slung the rifle over his shoulder and waited for a response.

Terry nods. "I just came from New York City. It almost got completely devastated thanks to WWIII. Queens is gone, Brooklyn is ruined, Manhattan, gone, Staten well. New York City is still standing, but it's not in that good a state." he waits.