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Post by Felia Heart on Nov 27, 2010 6:48:52 GMT -5
It had been few months since Felia had last attempted to make contact with this humanoid world, scattering across the world she collected her ressources in shapes of binary, data as well as raw materials such as metals, ores and other items found on the scrap heaps and land fills that she had found here. Her storage was now full of materials that she found useful and her mind a little more knowledgable about this world, the society and the technology above all else. Still here life remained shadowed and unoticed and she kept aware of keeping that so.
Flying over the American land she passed the control over to the pilot droid before making her way down to her room. It was small and the walls, ceilings and stationary storage units were metalic silver with lights that spread in line around on the walls with a white light to brighten the room. Her desk and bed was scattered with little chips, metals and half built droids as she went back to attend to them. Attaching what appeared to be the legs onto the main chasis of the droid she allowed her mind to wonder back through her memories about the man who attempted to stop her. What or who was he looking for? There was something different about that man he wasn't....as human as the others on this earth. With that in mind, was he like her, or better yet were there others on this world? She paused for a moment and glanced at her PDA set beside her on the bed. She remembered looking through the networks before broadcasting, but to little success. Perhaps that was a little hostile to approach but how to make contact? Actual contact without being forced to flee...
She picked up her device and locked into her ships systems checking to see where there current position is....New York. She then spoke into her communications device to her droid.
"EVIE, keep the ship on auto route to circle round the patten i'm setting into the system now."
She altered and created a loop route round a particular part. When she was ready she was then going to go down and enter what known as a pub. These places were stationed all over the world to create interaction between humans and maybe species to. She took a deep breath and continued back on her work, wondering how to take her next approach
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Post by Calvin Rankin - Mimic on Dec 25, 2010 2:37:27 GMT -5
It had been a week since the incident concerning the Nullifier in the Savage Land. Calvin had returned to this worlds New York with the Avengers whom he had aided in saving this Earth from destruction. It felt good to be a hero again, it almost felt like old times yet he still missed his Exile friends and most of all he missed his Clarice. She was the love of his life and he knew he could never love another like her. With everything they had been through he knew their fates were forever intertwined and he need only wait till the day they were reunited. The Exiles were bound to eventually traipse their way through this dimension as they did so many others. That in mind he had no idea when that would be and he could not just sit on his laurel till that day came. Mimic was trapped on this world and since that was the case he would do his best to make the most of that time however long it would take. As it stood he was still a quasi-deputized Avenger, Iron Man had assigned him this temporary status just before they had set off to the Savage Land to make his actions official and leave him legally secure under the new super-human rules of conduct on this world. Since they had returned he had yet had a chance to speak to Tony Stark concerning this status, primarily due to the industrialist’s busy schedule and the fact that Captain America had been found near death in the ruins of the Avengers Mansion. Compared to that the status of a dimension hopping Exile hero meant little and he understood that. In the mean time he had decided to use this deputized status to his advantage, he would do a little on the side crime fighting to keep him busy.
He crouched low on the very peak of the empire state building and surveyed the city before him. He had yet to require the ability to fly yet, he could have done so by mimicking Ms. Marvel’s powers on the Nullifier mission but he had chosen not too, wishing to keep his options open. It had taken a lot to make his way to this extremely high place and remain inconspicuous, not the highest or most secure building in the city it was never the less highly traveled and monitored as well as a good vantage point to view New York as a near whole. Today had thus far been very uneventful… sunny, peaceful, quiet… boring… He certainly was not Spider-Man, he was not gonna be swinging around the city looking for muggers or other petty criminals while waiting for some super-powered freak to strike. He was looking for something of interest, something that stood out, not world shattering or cataclysmic but out of the ordinary.
Thus far zip…
Until…
Mimic looked up and about him. Something was out there… in the sky moving slow within the clouds. It was maybe cloaked or just hidden very well but it was there. His strong mutant senses, mimicked from none other than Wolverine, had alerted him to this, it was close, and it was moving closer. If he had too he would follow it along the rooftops till he could discern its nature, friend or foe, danger or benign.
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Post by Felia Heart on Dec 28, 2010 7:16:56 GMT -5
Felia went into her room and activated her PDA to the systems on the ship to go one what was known as 'the internet' which seemed to be a rather opened but contradictive source of information. No matter however as she was looking to investigate the culture and clothing of the people of this earth. As she scanned and searched she found that event clothing was contradictory. Shirts, shawls, Poncho's, Robes...Some even were made of unusual material such as grass or glass. 'Fashion' as it was called, was very serious it seemed from the sources she read. Though to be honest was familiar from other worlds and cultures she's met, just one she never made herself known to.
She opened her closet and gazed through the mounds of clothes that were shoved and forced into such a small space. Like a maze she guided her hands through the heap and pulls out a white shirt along with black long pants which swayed as she walked.
Throughing them on she glanced at herself in the mirror before proceeding into the cockpit. Looking at E.V.I.E she flips her hair and smiles warmingly at the droid.
"Well?..How do i Look?"
She then turns her attention to the main screen, switching the view to the front of the ship. Her hands moved throught the buttons and dials like lighting as she took the ship into manual while simultaniously looked for a good place to discreetly drop herself off. The ship tapping into satellights and networks to find a space thats not in view of humans of this earth. Finding a space she moves the ship as it's engines pick up momentom launching the ship through the clouds at greater speed.
"Move to the following co-ordinates that i'm sending EVIE when i've landed. Keep the ship out of sight using the clouds, cloaking method and this circuit route until i return."
She finally lands the ship keeping the engines on and runs out of the cockpit shouting 'With me luck' as she leaves.
Exitting out of the hanger and down the ramp she turns and watches the ship pick up hight and speed back into the clouds.
She looked and checked her items. She had her electronic weapon device as well as her PDA and kept the communication device attached to her ear. She then turns and makes her way through the concrete jungle, searching for an entry point of a 'pub' to make contact....she guessed..
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Post by Calvin Rankin - Mimic on Jan 3, 2011 20:51:20 GMT -5
With Wolverines enhanced animal like senses Mimic followed the unseen anomaly he had sensed from the top of the Empire State Building. Leaping across many roofs, using his bone claws encased in Colossus organic steel to scale walls and even occasionally using his Cyclops like optic blast to clear his path of debris when moving through dark, dank alleys when the high road was no longer an option. In this fashion he steadily made his way towards the docks area which this thing seemed to be heading. It was an excellent workout for his body, senses, powers and skills to track whatever it was hiding so perfectly from sight that nearly no one seemed to notice.
He reached the deserted metal works on the waterfront which was used in World War II to build battleships and found that whatever he was following had stopped dead above. Mimic took this opportunity to hide in a perfect place where he could see his entire surroundings. He was a bit surprised as he watched a distinctly alien ship land in one of the cleared out metal shipment platforms so silently that he could still hear the waves of the river not too far off. He also found it interesting as a quite human looking woman disembarked and moved off oh so casually towards the area of the docks where sailors took up in dingy bars, brothels, and two bit hotels. From her appearance she was defiantly not Shi’ar but could well in fact have been Kree or perhaps a Skrull in disguise thus Calvin decided it was prudent to follow, watching as she entered one of the cleaner looking bars of this area. Fishing out a tattered trench coat from a garbage bin, and ignoring its smell, he donned it as a disguise and slipped in after the woman while sticking to the back of the establishment to better watch her.
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Post by Felia Heart on Jan 7, 2011 10:31:46 GMT -5
Felia looked around feeling a little caucious. The men here were so bulky with a deathly expression on there faces. The air was a touch dense of smog or fog, it was hard to say as she hastened her steps towards a nearby building that appeared to be much more intact and clean than the others. Despite Felia not being one for judgement by hygene it was still none the less looked more welcoming than the others.
Stepping inside she shuddered and looked behind her at the darkening land as night began to shine making sure that no man was directly behind her. With a deep sigh she looked back infront of her and witnessed her surroundings. It was alien to say the least. Everything appeared to be made of organism materials....Wood she guessed from her studies however he couldn't be certain, she wasn't used to wood being a tool in development of any structure or device.
Moving in she look around taking in the details. The floors, tables and chairs were all made of wood. It was a long but thin room with stairs on the left leading up to an open balcony with more chairs and tables. The place wasn't busy but the number of people there made up the noise of a crowd. It was almost deafingly loud as she continued to gaze cauciously. There were mixtures of men and woman of different chasis and statures including the rather big bulky ones.
There was a seat up in the balcony that rather attracted her attention as she choose to go up the stairs and proceed to the fixed position. As she walked up the stairs she allowed a few men to pass her. She felt a sharp pinch from behind her as she jumped and looked back to see a man grasping her in a rather inappropriate area. She ignored it and sharpened her movements to the seat and rearranged it to stand behind a corner of the wall, this allowed her rear to be protected and her to observe this culture from up high.
She watched as everyone shouted, laughed and drank making her feel dry as the deserts and thirst for water. She felt around to see what she had. Her Electronic device, the PDA, part of her spider droid, some cables and a few coins. She picked up the coins and counted them. This was supposed to be of some kind of value in this world to gain access to pretty much anything that wasn't hackable.
She moved back down and thrusted the coins to the barman sheepishly asking for water. The man puzzlingly looked and thrusted the coins back before retrieving the water from a tap into a slight dirty glass and handed back to her.
She scouped it all up and proceeded back upstairs to her chair. Sitting she drank the water before attempting to relax her system from shock of what she was attempting to do.
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