History
Cam started learning judo and karate when he was still a small child although it was never just so he could beat people up. He took naturally to the whole culture of the east, the personal discipline, and spent most of his childhood and much of his teenage years learning various different forms of martial arts as well as studying the thinking behind them. As soon as he was old enough he applied for a scholarship to study Far Eastern Philosophies. He then spent six months in Japan, three in China, and another three skipping about in south east Asia, Vietnam, Thailand. It was during these travels that he learned about eastern medicine and herbal remedies and how with concentration you could move your body beyond pain.
When not travelling and devoting himself to his studies, Cam would love to visit his remaining family. His cousin Angus Mackie, Angus' wife Elisabeth and son Gus lived in the far North East of Scotland near the Dounreay Nuclear Facility. A couple of years before Cam's fateful accident he had made such a trip north for his cousin's birthday. On the day after Gus's thirteenth birthday, Cam had driven him to a nearby clifftop on his old Norton motorcycle. As Gus settled down, resting his back against a large rock, Cameron had reached over the bike, pulling a long clothbound package into view. As he began to unwrap the cloth, Gus saw it was a samurai sword, just like he had seen in the movies.
"Ah'm pitting a lot o' trust in ye by giving ye this sword Gus. It wis the sword ah first used when ah wis learning. It's nae a toy. This katana should become part o' ye, an extension o' yer airm. Ye should know each pairt o' it as well as ye do the fingers o' yer hand. Ye should treat it with the same respect that ye treat yerself."
Cameron sat cross legged in front of Gus and spread out the cloth on the ground between them. Removing the sword from it's scabard, he placed it gently on the cloth halfway between them and bowed his head towards Gus. Raising his head after a moment, Cam sat back with the his hands resting on his knees, palms outwards. Gus looked at him in confusion for a few moments, trying to remember some of the things Cam had told him about the training he had undertaken. Gus then bowed his own head, not truly sure what he was doing, but he knew it felt like the right thing to do. He reached forward, slowly picking up the sword by it's handle, resting the blade carefully on the palm of his other hand. He sat back, holding the sword across his knees in a mirror of Cam's position.
Cameron looked at him seriously for a second, then smiled broadly. "Ach, there's hope fer ye yet." Gus looked at the sword carefully. "Ah thought ye said this was an auld sword?" He said slightly dubiously. "It looks brand new." Cam raised an eyebrow. "That's because ah treated it with respect Gus."
Just over two years later, a few weeks after his fifteenth birthday Gus had shown there was more about him than an ordinary teenager. While watching the Aurora Borealis with his friends on the hilltop overlooking his little village, his skin began to pulse in time with the colors caressing the night sky above. He was so shocked at this that he let off a small electromagnetic pulse that unfortunately rendered all of his friends watches and phones useless, as well as his older friend Jack's pride and joy, his old Ford Escort.
Over the next few month's Gus did everything he could to make it up to Jack, and eventually the two of them managed to get the car back up and running. He found most of his other abilities by accident also, the ability to cloak himself from sight he found especially useful for hiding from the bullies at the High School he attended in the neighbouring town. In the months after Gus had begun to exhibit these rather unusual traits his parents had been on at Cam that it might be good for him to talk to Gus about it, and help the boy gain more control.
And so Cam found himself once more headed towards the northern most tip of Scotland. He had been staying in Stirling for a few days before heading further north and decided to pay a visit to the Wallace Monument. As he was looking up at the monument, a freak storm appeared out of nowhere from the east. As it approached the monument there was a huge release of energy, which travelled down the tower, and into Cameron, knocking him unconscious. A few days later, as he recovered in hospital, he read in the newspaper about a battle between some superheroes and an unnamed being which ended up on Edinburgh Castle. The battle had ended with a huge release of energy shortly before the time at which Cam had been struck. Cameron wondered if this was related to his accident.[1]
Following his recovery he decided to continue his trip north. He had spent many happy times with the family in the past and despite the age gap had always found Gus to be excellent company. Besides, he mused, he needed to relax and it would give him a chance to see how Gus had gotten on with the swords he had given him, and talk to him about the other issue.
After the scenic drive north, Cam had arrived again at the Mackie's home. The visit allowed Cam to relax and become reacquainted with the what was left of his family. Returning to that same spot where he had presented Gus with the sword over two years before, the two young men sat back on the clifftop watching the waters of the North Sea break against the rocks below them. Discussion soon turned to Cam's accident once more and then on to Gus's special abilities.
After a brief display of what the youth could do, Cam sat back in silence lost in thought. When he finally spoke his voice had a deadly serious tone as he looked over at Gus. "Ah hope ye dinnae plan on playin' tricks on school bullies for the rest o' yer life. Ye have a real gift there Gus. Ah would hate tae see ye waste it." Gus had laughed and explained about a letter he had recieved concerning attending a special school in the USA for similarly talented youngsters. "Ah've heard some guid things aboot that place." Cam had said simply, knowing it was ultimately Gus's decision. "If ye dae decide tae go, let me know. Ah would definitely come over and visit ye."
Cam remained with the Mackie family for several weeks, but eventually it was time to return home. As he was riding his motorcycle back to Glasgow, the whole machine began to glow, as if lit by some internal source. Screeching to a halt at the roadside, Cam leaped off the bike, fearing it was about to explode. As he let go of the machine the glow subsided, leaving the motorcycle untouched and looking perfectly normal. He reached out to the bike once more and touching the handle bars, he found by experimenting that he could cause any metal part of the bike glow and by concentrating he could vary the intensity of the light.
Although a little surprised by the strange events of the night; given his conversations with Gus, Cam determined to return to the normal routine of his life until he decided how to handle it. A few months later, he was jumped by a a group of youths while walking home through Glasgow one evening. As he struggled with them Cam caught one of his assailants by the wrist, his hand over the teen's metal watch. It was difficult to tell who was more surprised by what happened next. As they struggled the watch began to light up, and as it reached an almost white peak, there was a flash and a crack like lightning and the mugger fell dazed on the ground. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour and knowing the police would ask questions he wasn't ready or willing to answer, Cameron took advantage of the shock running through the gang and ran into the night, eventually catching the Subway home.
Thinking it would be best if he got some space to try and make sense of his powers, Cam rented a cottage out near the west coast on a clifftop overlooking the Atlantic. Deciding to test what else he could do with his newfound abilities Cam began to practice, soon becoming proficient at generating streams of plasma-energy using a metal rod to channel the field in the direction he desired. By using a hollow tube he found he could create plasma 'pulses' like bullets. His mind went back to Gus, now residing in America and training to put his powers to good use.
[2 Months Later]
Returning to Glasgow he returned to his first love of teaching martial arts while he decided what his best course of action would be. He had only been working for a few weeks when he was offered a job by an old friend in London, and having nothing much keeping him in Scotland, decided to take it. It wasn't the only change he made to his life. In London he carried on as an Instructor during the day, but at night prowled the darkness, dispensing justice on hapless muggers and criminals who crossed his path. As time passed he secretly created a costume, threaded with metal for greater strength and to protect him from stab wounds. The sword and guns he also now carried (but only used to frighten) had been a gift from the parents of one of his students, T'Kana.
Her father had been the temporary Wakandan ambassador to London for several months, and worried about his daughter's safety in a strange land had arranged for Cameron to give her private lessons. One day while teaching T'Kana some relaxation techniques in the Embassy Courtyard, it was sprayed with automatic weapons fire. Almost instintively, Cameron had shielded T'Kana with his body. They were either very lucky or somehow his powers had kicked in and affected the bullets, but both of them escaped unscathed. The Wakandan goverment attributed the attack to a terrorist cell who had already threatened Wakandan interests abroad. T'Kana and her family were visibly shaken by the whole event, and requested that they return to Wakanda.
Shortly before the family were due to return home, they invited Cameron to join them for dinner at the Embassy. It was a lovely evening, during which they had presented him with two very special gifts in gratitude. Aware of his interest in weapons in general and swords in particular the Ambassador had arranged for a set of replica guns to be fashioned purely for display purposes really as they had no firing mechanism, and also a very special sword to be forged in honour of the service he had done them. The sword and guns were crafted from an alloy of a unique metal, explained the ambassador, that was only found in their homeland. Apparently the Chief of Wakanda himself had authorised the use of the metal.
Cameron had been almost dumbfounded by their generosity, and at first tried to refuse the gifts, saying he had done what anyone would do. The ambassador however would not take no for an answer, and so Cameron accepted his gifts and baid them farewell. Cameron subsequently found when using the sword and the guns that channeling his plasma seemed easier. He also observed that the metal of which they were made appeared to absorb and magnify his plasma energy.
[Several Months Later]
He had been following his usual routine down in London for a few months now. Working as a martial arts instructor to a bunch of spoiled rich kids (mostly) at a swanky Canary Wharf gym, teaching self defense during the day, hunting the streets and alleyways by night. During that time he had graduated from muggers and drug dealers, and had become embroiled in an investigation into some rumours of a gothic cult operating in the area. That in itself would normally not have come to his attention. What caused his concern was that one of his students, Rebecca (the step-daughter of some big shot in the government) had changed since apparently visiting the headquarters of a private group with some friends.
She had become distant from the rest of the class and seemed more interested in lethal forms of martial arts than in simple self defense. One evening after class, he followed her through the streets of London, watching as she entered a large house a couple of miles away from the gym. There were a lot of kids hanging about,from a distance the usual white makeup faux goths you saw everywhere. Cameron crossed the street, walking casually past the house and the assembled teenagers. They eyed him suspiciously as he passed, almost hungrily, but he was sure he was imagining it.
The house itself was large, and dark stoned, set back from the road a little with broad steps leading up to the main door. There were cameras looking down on the stairs and the pavement. Carrying on past, Cameron rounded a corner and ducked out of sight into an alleyway. He quickly donned his costume, wishing he had packed his sword into it's hidden pocket in his holdall, and stowed his belongings in a corner behind a dumpster which didn't look like it had moved since the turn of the century. Charging up his suit, he raised himself into the air easily and onto the roof of the building and made his way over to the far side from where he could watch the house more easily. As he settled down to observe the comings and goings, a large black sedan drew up in front of the house. Several large men got out, scanning the road and buildings, before motioning to final occupant of the car. The man was tall, thin and greying, but even from the distant rooftop Cameron could perceive the aura of power around him. He walked purposefully up the stairs to the house, where the door opened to admit him. There was something familiar about the man. Cameron was sure he had met him somewhere before.
Nothing much happened over the next couple of hours, some of the teenagers moved off into the darkness, only to return sometime later, whooping and joking. Knocking at the door they handed over a long bound package to the man who opened it. He gave them a small parcel in return and they ran off into the night arguing about who should hold it. Another hour had almost passed and Cam was begining to get stiff from sitting up on the frosty roof. He shifted uneasily, trying to find a position of comfort on the cold stone. His quest for a warm bit of stone was interrupted by the house door being opened below. As he watched a small struggling figure was dragged out into the car, followed by the Thin Man and the remainder of this goons, one of whom carried the long package. Just before getting into the car himself, the man paused, as though something had attracted his attention. He looked up at the building opposite, the one upon which Cameron sat, and smiled evilly, moonlight glinting of his grinning teeth. He got into the car and it drove off slowly along the street.
Cameron followed it, leaping across the rooftops where he could, flying where the gaps were too large to jump. The car had picked up a little speed, but not so much as to attract police attention. It was moving away from the Wharf, out into the darkness of the city. As Cam followed he tried to place the Thin Man. It was really beginning to annoy him, when the car drew into a empty car park. Landing silently on a low building at the far end of the lot, Cameron settled down once more. The car door opened and the Thin Man and his associates exited, dragging the still struggling figure, who they threw harshly to the ground. In the dim light from the distant street lamps, Cameron could make out that it was a girl. Young. Feisty. She struggled to her feet only to be pushed down once more and held on her knees. The Thin Man watched the whole scene, obviously enjoying the girl's struggles. He leant forward and appeared to say something to her, at which she struggled with renewed vigour, before one of the goons slapped her hard across the face.
The Thin Man held out his hand to the goon carrying the package, who immediately began to open it. As the thug handed the package content over to the Thin Man, Cameron's heart sank. The blue/white light glinting off the blade was unmistakable. That was his sword. They were going to kill the girl. He began to charge his suit. The next few minutes appeared to happen in slow motion to Cameron. Motioning the men back, the Thin Man raised the sword high above his head. The girl struggled to her feet, stumbling in her haste, almost falling again. The sword began to descend as she turned toward where Cameron was now leaping from the roof of the building, his plasma field taking, driving him forward. He saw the sparks of his sword striking the concrete of the parking lot, before he heard the halting scream. The Thin Man grinned in his direction and dropped the sword, it clattered noisily in the now silent lot.
The goons ushered him into the car which sped off into the darkness. Cameron landed, skidding to a halt next to his bloodied sword, he looked down at it glistening wet in the sickly lamp light. Forcing his gaze away from the blade, he turned to the girl's body lying on it's front next to it. The head lay at an awkward angle to the body, almost staring straight up at Cameron. Rebecca's eyes stared up at him, beginning to flash blue and red. Cameron was struggling to comprehend what was happening when he was startled back to his situation by the sirens of the Police cars screeching towards him. It wouldn't look good he thought. I'm her martial arts tutor, here I am standing over her almost headless body with a bloody sword at my feet, wearing a halloween costume. They must have called the police. They must know who I am. They.. Who were they? Deciding now wasn't the time to contemplate that, Cameron grabbed his sword and leapt skywards, disappearing into the darkness as the first police car skidded to a halt in the pool of blood below. "Ah'm sorry Rebecca." he whispered into the bleak night sky.
 Comic Adaptation of Lion Heart's adventures The next few weeks had been a blur of hiding from the Police interspersed with run ins with the Thin Man (as he called the apparent leader) and the Faction (as he learned they were called), after each of which he came off worse than he had begun. It was following the last of these run-ins that he had been found, alone, tired and battle weary by a team of other metahumans. Figuring that they might be able to help him eventually clear his name and fix the Faction for good, Cameron decided to pitch in with them. And he soon found himself wandering the empty halls of their HQ, an abandoned prison on a remote island off the coast of Scotland. Ah well he thought at least the scenery outside is worth the trip. He spent a short time with the team, during which he discovered he had the ability to see through artificially created illusions such as cloaks and holograms although he cannot see through biologically created illusions. After some subsequent digging for information between missions he concluded that this ability was probably related to his other powers and did indeed have their origin in who had battle that had occurred in Edinburgh.
The mutant who had been apparently destroyed when the groups colossal armored powerhouse had punched through him and converted him to pure energy which eventually hit Cam, altering him in the process. As Cam learned more about the mutant who had been destroyed he surmised that this might account for why he found it easier to generate electrical plasma through metals than without them (although with practice he is finding it easier to generate energy without external aids). On a subsequent mission, following an attack in which Cameron was seriously injured he felt as though someone or something else was in his head. Attributing it to the pain of his injuries, he wished for the intrusion and the injuries to disappear. And they did. Unsure of what this meant he buried the thoughts in his mind, unwilling to contemplate that he might be hosting something other than the ability to generate energy. Some time after this discovery Cam decided to leave the team he had been with, feeling the need to help his friend AJ (team mate Firefly, who had left several weeks before) more than the desire to stay where he was.[2]
While spending time on the road with Firefly, Cam learned more of the magikal influence behind his powers. After a year together, they went their separate ways for a while. Following his trip beyond the Veil to AJ's home, another realm, Cameron continued to practice some of the new skills he had learned and headed back to London to clear his name with the police and then onto to New York to check on his cousin Gus, promising AJ he'd come back soon.[3]
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| The Guardians of Twilight Biographies - The Castaways of Twilight Cove
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| [GM] A group of unique individuals given the chance for redemption set up shop on Twilight Cove, a small island in the Florida Keys. Valerie Cooper, their liaison with the US Government, is using the team as her own chance to redeem herself after the disaster with the Thunderbolts.
The Cove- Is a five-mile wide island situated in the Lower Key area of the Florida Keys. Covered with thick foliage and trees, it provides ample cover for the Guardian’s base. A small helipad resides near the base. The building itself is a 4 story *2 sublevels* metal exterior building built to withstand hurricane force winds. The building consists of living quarters for the team, a training facility, medical bay, garage, a large scale computer satellite tracking and monitoring system, and a recreation facility. Originally, the building was used by the National Weather Service to track hurricanes before they approached the United States Mainland, but was rendered obsolete after it failed to predict Hurricane Andrew in 1992.
Dr. Valerie Cooper, having failed miserably with the Thunderbolts, is on the verge of being booted out of the government’s good graces. Her position as Chairman of the Commission on Superhuman Activities is in jeopardy. She’s been given one last chance, and that chance, is the Guardians. Procuring their base on Twilight Cove was fairly easy, the team however, was a different story. Cooper was given a group of misfits, each with their own shadowy past. Criminal troubles, mental troubles, mutant troubles, she had her choice of who to pick, and the selection process was, interesting….
However, Dr. Cooper was pulled from the Guardians before their first actual mission began. Only to be replaced by FBI Agent Fox Mulder. "Spooky" as he insists on being called, informed the team that the truth really was out there....and oh..how things did change.
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - Field Trip: The Prelude
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| [GM] Washington D.C.
11.45 P.M.
“I see you have the folder.” A male voice came from the darkened room that Dr. Valerie Cooper had been directed to come to. It had all happened rather mysteriously. Two weeks earlier, Cooper had received a series of late night phone calls from someone known only as “Lazarus”. His messages had been the early warning of things to come over that time. Her own disaster with the Thunderbolts had put her into a precarious position with the government, and she was just waiting for the other shoe to fall. “Yes, I have the folder, now tell me what this is all about.” Her eyes narrowed as she closed the door to the small office behind her. She took a seat across from the shadowed figure and proceeded to listen as he began to explain Valerie Cooper’s role in the things to come.
“So, what you’re saying is, you want me to sponsor this team? You obviously know little of what goes on in Washington.” She curtly said to Lazarus after an hour of listening to him talk. His talk of mysteries, monsters and mutants sounded like something from a children’s story. “No, I don’t want you to sponsor these individuals, I’m ordering you to. You have no choice in this matter Dr. Cooper. If you turn me down, you’ll be as washed up in this town as you should be. Now, have you looked over your team?” Visibly shaken, Cooper gave her blond hair a push out of her face and opened the folder and began to look over the group of individuals that Lazarus had gathered unending information on. “Criminals, Strippers, Ex-Cons? You certainly know how to pick them.” She turned her nose up at most of these people; they were well beneath her.
“Each one of them, Dr. Cooper, is invaluable in their own way. You need not baby sit them, only guide them through their first mission, from there you will simply step away.” Lazarus leaned forward a bit to retrieve the folder, pulling out a few photos of the people inside. If Dr. Cooper could have seen his face, she would have seen a wry smile as he laid down one photo in particular and pushed it out into the small-lighted circle on his desk. “She…will be your first. She’s already waiting on the Island. You’ll find Ms. Broussard very…interesting.” Valerie could hear the mirth in his voice as she looked down at the pink haired winged mutant who was standing in a police line up, flipping the middle finger at whoever had taken the photo. “So, I take it they are all mutants?” Again, she pushed the photo back across the desk. “Then you take it wrong, Dr. Cooper.” There was a strain in his voice at the word “Dr.” and Valerie caught that. Apparently this Lazarus held about as much respect for her as she did him. She smirked as he continued to speak.
“Firefly is not a mutant, she’s a fairy.” He stated very matter of factly. “If you had bothered reading each of their dossiers you’d know this by now. Why am I even bothering with you Valerie Cooper? I thought you deserved another chance. But if you can’t study for the test, why take it?” His tone was had taken on a hard edge, daring the infamous Dr. Cooper to speak. “Read your notes Dr. They are important.” Was all Lazarus said as the door opened and Valerie turned to see someone waiting to usher her out.
Two weeks later, Valerie Cooper found herself standing on a sun washed beach in the Florida Keys. She knew that at least one of the team members had arrived already. She had already had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the pink haired harlot known as AJ. She had done her best to withhold the look of utter disgust from her face as the woman had shook her hand and welcomed her to “Fantasy Island.”
“The Island’s name is Twilight Cove, Ms. Broussard. I suggest you remember that.” But before Valerie could berate the winged woman any longer, she stood appalled as the girl had turned on her heel and walked away from her, waving her hand in the air and calling out… “Whatevah lady, ah’ve got a tan ta work on. Let me know when the rest of ya happy ass bunch gets here.”
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - The Field Trip
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| [GM] As the team went about making themselves ready for the trip to New York, Janet and Clint watched them carefully. Taking notes and looking at the roster that Valerie Cooper had sent with them. Calling off everyone by code names, until they got to De...Janet smiled and asked "Would you prefer Nate or De? Since I don't have a code name listed for you?" Making sure everyone was together and ready, Hawkeye and Wasp began to explain their trip there.
"Basically, Dr. Cooper seems to think you guys need a lesson in how a real team works. So, she's sending you with us for a day. Each of you will get paired off with an Avenger and will get to see how a team of heroes interacts and lives together. Maybe you learn some lessons, make some friends..."Clint let that trail off as the pink haired winged girl winked at him and smiled winsomely..."Definately make some new friends." Again, he felt Janet's elbow in his side. "So if we'll all move along, there's a quinjet waiting outside." Wasp smiled and opened the front door for them.
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - Assignment Japan
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| [GM] With the team gathered back on the island and Chandi still glowing about having flown the most high tech piece of equipment she ever had, the Guardians went about getting ready for their first real assignment. The man sleeping on the sofa was still there and try as they might, he simply would not awaken. With De and Kei manning the computer bays, 'Vok and AJ ransacking the weapons locker and finding all sorts of delightful laser guns, rocket launchers, and something that looked rather like a Star Trek phaser rifle, Chandi and Cameron were left getting the Jet prepared for the assignment. As the mission parameters finally appeared on screen, Kei smiled broadly and whirled the chair around several times. "Woohoo! Hiroshima here we come!"
In the air, on their way and loaded down with enough weapons to supply the Iraqis, the team began the 3 hour flight to Hiroshima. De and Kei again manned the onboard computer bays, Chandi in the pilot's chair and AJ as her co-pilot, it left Cameron and 'Vok strapped in for dear life and praying to the saints to perserve them from the two women at the helm. Intel began spilling in over the computers on Hiroshima, site of a nuclear bomb drop and still dealing with radioactivity all these years later, it was one message that caught De's eye and made him voice a concern to the group.
Addressing 'Vok, he questioned rather breezily..."Mate, that rocket launcher...you think it can take out a bird as big as Godzilla?" before 'Vok could even answer, De continued..."cause if not, then I think we need a bigger gun." The picture on the monitor behind him was a live satalite shot of the outskirts of Hiroshima...and as audio crackled and popped to life, a tell-tale sound crossed the airwaves. One that had been heard by most of the team, in countlessly badly made Japanese monster movies.
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - After Japan: Assignment Drunken Pirate Party (R&R)
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| [GM] It didn't take long for the group to find their way home. Waiting at the helipad with Vicki at his side was the dark haired man who had been sleeping on the sofa when they left. His suit was rumpled, his hair mussed and he looked like he had just spent the past month on a long drinking binge.
Not waiting for any of them to even bother asking he went about introducing himself to his new team.
"Most people call me Spooky, the name's Mulder, Fox Mulder...and before you say it, yeah from that tv show... it's a long story. Let's just say the government thought it would be interesting to show the American public the truth...but people didn't see past the Hollywood to know it was the truth. Yes, I'm a real FBI Agent, and yes, it as all real." he paused for a moment as he watched Chandi and Cameron letting AJ use them for support.
"You did a great job, and I think it's time for some R&R. Oh, Kei, some guy named Pietro left a message for you while you were gone. Wants you to call him back. I wrote the number on the fridge." turning, he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and began walking back to the house, humming as he walked along. Looking back at the Guardians as they stood dumbstruck for a moment, he smiled. "Come on, don't act like you've never seen anything like this before. You just battled Godzilla."
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - Assignment Great Britain
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[GM] It was a simple assignment. Go in, get the Scarecrow and turn him over to the Arkham Asylum crew that would be waiting. So the morning after the night long celebration, the weird Bermuda Triangle incident, and Cameron's odd phone call dawned...and the group was off on the next assigment. Minus Cameron, who had felt compelled to go find out what Gus was up to. The flight overseas was quick and for the most part uneventful. Landing at the coordinates Mulder had given them, they couldn't help but notice the huge castle that loomed over the next ridge.
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - After Great Britain: Assignment R&R
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| [GM] As the jet hovered down on the landing pad, the team could see Mulder standing with his hands in his pockets next to a couple of heavily uniformed military personnel. That would also explain the Army green helicopter sitting on their landing pad as well. With the Scarecrow in tow, they exited the jet and watched as the MPs silently came forward, took the Scarecrow from them, and made their way to their helicopter.
"Well, job well done and with only a few scratches I see." Mulder looked at AJ's bandaged hand and smiled. "You do manage to take the brunt of everything don't you?" motioning towards the main house, he turned and started walking away. "Come on, no debriefing on the beach."
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| The Guardians of Twilight RP - The Guardians Down Under: Assignment R&R
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| [GM] Hours after De's suggestion to move the quest for some much needed downtime from the sandy shores of Twilight Cove to the sandy shores of his native Australia, bags had been packed, the jet had been refueled and a note had been left behind to the effect of "Gone shopping. Be back in an hour!" With Chandi at the controls and a burning desire to get away from it all fueling them, the made the trip in record time, which was fortunate since De seemed to have a hard time keeping his mouth shut about what a great place it was and happy he was to be going back.
They touched down just on the far side of Melbourne Airport, after a bit of name dropping of De's part, and stepped out into the cool summer night of the Autralian air. It was beatiful really. A nice large moon hanging in the air, and stars littering the sky. They unloaded their belongings and locked up the jet, starting to make their way to the terminal so they could rent a car for their little vacation of sorts, and everything was going fine. Or at least things were until something told their resident intergalactic swashbucker to take one last peek at their ride home.
A ride home he found missing after having only walked twenty yards from the thing.
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