Morph: The Blast (Actual RP)

Jordan looked at his new friend, Kevin, and then Sherlock. Jordan took a single step towards Sherlock and looked down at his own feet, chuckling a bit. "I'm going to let you know right now that that won't be happening. Period." Jordan raised his head up a bit, smiling at Theia. "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you.....well.....maybe a little. But if you had anything to do with me being locked up like some kind of dog, you'll be on my list too."

Jordan nodded at Kevin and replied, "Whatever you say bro. You got me out of here so the least I can do is help out. Although...I would love to see what our kind are doing on the outside by now." He now turned his attention to Will and laughed a bit. "You get me out of these gloves and grab that guy-" he gestured to one of the guards that had the rock and cinder block powers, "and I'll show you what I can do."

Now looking back at Sherlock, Jordan gave her a sarcastic salute before tapping Kevin to leave.

 

Will's eyes went between the two before he smiled a bit. "I would actually agree with Jordan. As curious as I am about the Spades, Sherlock, and Darius, the fact that the walls have been reverberating with explosions makes me interested in what is happening on the surface. Now, you said you need help. Allow me..." Will lifted a finger, twitching it to the side and watching the gauntlets fall off without him even touching them. He glanced at Kevin. "If you wouldn't mind another person tagging along with you I would rather like to see what's happening in the city right now." He said, waiting to see the other's reactions about his abilities.

 

"Is this really happening" Remi thought as she stood observing the scene in a dreamlike state....
Ever since the cloaked figure arrived through the portal Remi began to feel stuck in a movie of her past life.
Aaron is alive, after everything that happened he was alright. Remi couldn't help but think that maybe he could somehow lead her to her cousin.

Remi watched as Victor chattered on about something. "Did he really just call me sweet cheeks" Remi thought to herself, this guy seems like a total douche.
Remi Focus !
Remi heard the voice talking to her, a surge of energy shot through her body. That's the one thing about Gigi, she is a fighter and she likes to do it a lot. "But now is not the time !" Remi thought.

Just as Remi looked up Aaron was getting into the portal. "Well Victor it looks like I was correct, playtime is over." Remi said as she walked toward the portal finally regaining grip on reality. "I would expect that you would follow suit, it seems there's nothing left here to indulge you. Seeing that you like to be indulged" Remi said as she chuckled and jumped into the portal.
As Remi arrived to the other side seeing Aaron gave her the hope that she had been looking for all along that she could get her life back.

 

Jordan flexed his wrists, now free from the constraints of the Spades' gloves. He held them soothingly before looking up at Will with a smile. He thought to grab Will's arm right there and show Will first hand what he could do, but something held him back. He instead looked to the unconscious guard on the side and grabbed his neck with one hand, holding it with a firm grip.

Scattered memories fluttered through Jordan's head, all not of his own. From being initiated into the Defiant Spades to becoming one the big muscles of the gang, the guard had been with the gang for sometime now. Then there was the blast, which gave the guard even more strength in the form of rock and ground.

And now everything Michael had was now Jordan's.

Jordan had finished getting what he wanted and stumbled back a bit. He shook off the slightly nauseating feel of poking around someones head and found himself feeling a bit more refresh than before. He looked down at his hands to see sharp bits of rock covering parts of his fingers. With a smirk, Jordan waved at Will, showing it off, before running up behind Kevin to catch up.

 

Will's eyes grew wide for a second before jogging to follow them. As his feet padded on the stairs he called ahead to Jordan. "Your an impass? You can pull a power from another person? That's an amazing ability!" Will's mouth was saying what he thought but not the whole thought as his mind continued to process. "This means in a fight he could be useful. He could literally switch abilities solely from contact. Better know to keep my distance though because I would rather not learn the limits of my abilities by having them used against me." Will continued up the stairs with the other two, mind rattling off tactical information about his new knowledge of both the Spades, and his current comrades.

 

Jordan nodded his head, not looking back at Will but replying, "Yup. Guards gave me a nickname while I was locked up: Leech." Jordan looked at his hands, the small rock fragments now gone, his hands now began to faintly produce black ash and red smoke. He gave a small chuckle as he turned his hands around, admiring his own power. "Hehe, and boy I do not mind that name at all," he muttered under his breath. He glanced back at Will and said, "Hey, if you don't mind, I would love to get a small taste of your power too. The more the merrier!"

More like the more, the stronger he would become. But even that wasn't at the front of Jordan's mind. He figured having these abilities was just fun, and he couldn't see a downside to it. He was special and normal people would now either loathe him or simply admire him. Gaining another power would just add on to the list of incredible feats in which people could admire him.

 

Sherlock shook her head watching Kevin "morph" into her, but all it was was a physical copy, she was no idiot. She let them go, she had planted the seed within the mind of Kevin, it would only be time before he came back.

It's how she worked, Darius was too forceful, she worked with the mind though, she was a sociopath, and one of the details it entails is the ability to naturally manipulate people with only a few words. It worked.

She looked at the unconscious guard before a few other members of the Spade arrived.

"Take him up and get him cared for." Sherlock ordered looking back at the elevator.

"Yes, ma'am, but what of the prisoners." She whipped around quickly.

"You ever see that old movie, what was it called, the Matrix? From here on out you're all ordered to take no prisoner, unless it be that of the Defiant and you know who's in the Defiant, if Darius behind my back orders you to kidnap and take prisoner somebody who's not in the Defiant, you let me know first and I'll take care of them. Got that?" Sherlock stated. They all looked at her.

"Got it." They spoke but she saw the truth. They were weary, Darius was their leader, but since the accident, he hasn't been himself and they all saw it. She smirked when one of them mentally sighed and knew that Sherlock would be the best to go to as a leader until Darius got his life straightened out, that all it took was one for the word to get passed around.

"Alright, now I'm going to go speak to Darius about this. Take care of him and I want a field report of what's happening in the city on my desk in my room."

She turned around and headed towards the elevator before heading up it.





Jay was getting ready to fight Victor, he was itching for that fight before a dark portal opened behind him, one he did not create.

"Jay, stand down. This isn't your crew nor is this your fight...Victor if I may talk to you and Remi for a moment, then I'll allow you both to do as you please."

Jay knew that voice, the last he heard that voice, the owner was thought dead, but without even having to turn around Jay could sense who the voice belonged to.

At first he was shocked the other relieved and thankful, his best friend was alive, but then something else was there, what Jay sensed coming off of his old friend was new and dark, then came the words.

His brain cranking to comprehend his words, "Jay, stand down. This isn't your crew nor is this your fight."

"You are all dismissed, except for you Julie, we need to speak after I'm done talking to Victor"

Jay turned around slowly looking at his best friend, he was darker, not much different from himself. Jay became more of a psychopath dark after the explosion, his friend was much different.

Jay looked back at Julie confused as she appeared just as pissed unable to fight Victor before her face relaxed perhaps presenting some confusion just as sure as Jay's own face was.

With him still standing there, his 'friend' spoke again.

" Julie I need a report on what's been happening since I've been gone, and as of right now you out rank everyone except for me and Remi up there, we are your only superior, any orders given to you go through me got it?"

Jay about exploded. His inner psychopath ready to kill his enemy there on the spot.

'Who the fuck does he think he is?! Back from the dead my ass, I'm ready to put him back in the grave?! Douche!' The inner psychopath shouted in Jay's head as his true consciousness, his intellectual mind fought it to observe and try to comprehend what the fuck was going on.

Julie was always loyal, in fact for a while Jay did think Aaron had some feelings for her, but Aaron and Jay always shared a code, Bro's come first. It was partially why he left the Spade's was because of Aaron, otherwise he probably would of stayed to try and win back Sherlock's heart, but Aaron was his best friend and the two have been together for years.

As for Remi, the kid to Jay was annoying and weird. Granted, she possessed a lot of details similar to Theia and Sherlock, both even seeming to possess a similar partially secretive background, but she was like a lost puppy dog most of the time. She either was attached to her cousin, a lower rank member in the gang who has since gone missing, or she hung around Aaron, who he was certain had a crush for him.

But why suddenly were the two women more important than he, what the hell happened to their bro code.

He clenched his hand into a fist as the portal remained opened. He relaxed and turned to the two women.

"Both of you be careful, whoever the fuck that is, it's not Aaron, I fucking know my best friend." Jay said glaring at the portal before leaving.

'You should go back, and snap his fucking neck, that son of a bitch needs to remember who you are-'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' Jay shouted mentally to the voice within his head.



Sherlock found herself traveling up in the elevator before a voice shouted in her head.

"The hell?" She hit the stop button on the elevator.

'James?'


Jay heard a reply after he had shouted but this voice wasn't the annoying psychopath piece of shit he had yelled at this, this was the confident, well carried voice that belonged to Theia.

'Theia?'

He looked around before noticing an opening to the sewers before jumping down within. He closed his eyes as the world turned black but he could see a blur of light.


Sherlock looked around before closing her eyes entering a dark world as she could see the light of a figure.

Both coming into focus to the other, Sherlock stared at Jay and he stared back.

"How is this possible, how are you in my head?" Jay asked.

"Part of my power, what I'm more concerned about is how you with low level psychic powers were able to send me a telepathic message? Not that it was on purpose." Sherlock replied to him.

"I'm not sure, I was just, I was pissed."

"You still are." Sherlock stated taking note of his clenched up fists before Jay looked down and relaxed.

"Aaron, he's back, but not the way he used to be, he's dark, not too mention a fucking asshole."

"James, relax, you suspected this did you not? Rosalyn came and told me, plus I suspected it myself to an extent."

"Rosalyn came to you?!" Jay said angry before relaxing, "So like her, I guess she needs to maintain a friend code, can't completely break it like Aaron did. Never did understand why she joined us, except her powers being blood hungry so she claimed." Sherlock shifted her feet awkward, if only it was just a friend code, plus she understood why she left, she shook the awkward thoughts she interpreted from Rosalyn away.

"Well, she left us, but she came to just me worried about you." Sherlock told him, "That's not the point though at the moment, what about Aaron."

Jay sighed, "Sever members believed he had come back, reporting seeing a dark figure amongst the shadows that looked like him. Part of me believed it as I felt like, I guess maybe like you, there's no possible way he could be dead, but seeing him it proved he's still alive, however, he dismissed me, fucking asshole-"

"James!" Sherlock exclaimed before looking at Jay who looked up at her, "So that's how you reached out to me..." Sherlock spoke. Jay sighed.

"Sorry... I know what you told me, that... I've been working on it, trying, but..."

"Jay, it's fine, I understand, but I also now see what Rosalyn was worried about with you-"

"James, come in...James do you read me?"

Jay and Sherlock looked down at the walkie on Jay's person as a connection from the outside world was attempting to break up their mental connection.

"So now he wants me!"

"Jay," Jay looked up shocked at Sherlock looking at him concerned, "We'll be in touch I'm sure, but whatever you do be careful."

"If you think I'm listening to him, then you would be-"

"I'm not talking about Aaron, I mean be careful for yourself, your biggest enemy isn't Aaron or Spade or whoever, it's you." Sherlock said as the mental connection broke.


Jay stood there angry before realizing what Sherlock meant. He grumbled to himself before picking up the walkie.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jay asked trying to hold back his rage but it didn't work like he wanted it to.



Sherlock leaned on the back of the elevator wall her eyes still shut as she was thinking through everything before being brought back completely by her own walkie going off.

"Theia! Report to me immediately please I need to inform you of something..."

She pushed the continue button on the elevator as it continued to ascend the levels before opening up in the smaller old storage area that has since become Darius's room.

"We also need to talk." Sherlock said stepping into the room not sitting down at the table but standing across from where Darius sat.

 

Jordan looked around him and noted the slightly cloudy sky, the first time he had seen it for days. "Missed seeing that burning beauty," he cheerfully said. He started to reply to Kevin before also noticing the S.W.A.T. team nearby. He clenched his fists, dispersing the smoke that was formerly exuding from them. He nodded at Kevin and continued walking. One of the S.W.A.T. members looked at the trio's direction, with Jordan staring right back. The two practically locked eyes for several seconds before the S.W.A.T. member began whispering something to one of the others.

In all of Jordan's life in San Francisco, he had never once seen a S.W.A.T. team. What could they be here for? Could it have been the blast? Or maybe the super human activity that might have been occurring in the area? Or, most likely, both? Whatever the reason, one thing was for certain: the van behind the team bothered Jordan insanely. He bit his lips to constrain himself from trying to get rid of it or sprinting far from it and drawing attention. It made no sound nor moved but it gave off a disturbing presence. It was like the feeling of nails on a chalkboard, piercing Jordan's skull repeatedly. Unbeknownst to even Jordan, he began to pick up his pace a bit.

He only slowed down before seeing a thick, silver chain lying on the ground next to a fence. Slowly picking it up, Jordan compared it to the chain he once had before his temporary detainment. This one showed little trace of wear and felt a bit heavier than his previous one. With ease though, Jordan wrapped the chain around his arm with a smile on his face.

"Bad ass...."

He looked back at the S.W.A.T. team and noticed that the whole team was now staring at him and the others. He pulled his beanie down a bit before walking back a bit to Kevin and whispering, "We're going to have to run."

 

Will stood next to Jordan, stretching his right hand with a small smirk. Will was getting ready to shoot a bolt of lightning from his hand when he felt it wasn't about to work. "What the fuck? He's right... there's something wrong with that SWAT van... I've never really seen any around, even in bad events..." Will breathed lightly, eyes going to the others as he brushed his coat, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I think we should make our exit gentlemen, this does not look to be in our favor." Will said, rolling his shoulders and tapping his boots on the concrete.

 

Jordan nodded back at Will before turning his attention to Kevin. "Things go down south, we'll regroup at your place. Providing your house is still there of course," Jordan somewhat joked. He noticed that the armed men had begun to follow them. Looking around for an escape, Jordan saw a five foot gate not too far away from the group. Jordan could easily get through using his smoke talents but was concerned for the others. Kevin could manage to jump it, as the two had down such feats before, but he wasn't entirely sure about Will, even though he seemed physically capable of so.

After much mental debate, Jordan tapped both Will and Kevin, giving them at least a two second warning. And with that, Jordan took off at full speed. The SWAT team gave chase to the group almost instantly, not wasting time at opening fire at them, although their shots seemed to be more directed at the trio's feet. Jordan changed began smoking as he ran until he finally became a stream of black and red ash and smoke, slipping through the gate easily. He looked back at the others, waving for them to hurry up, while avoiding gunfire by hiding behind a corner.

 

Will turned, sprinting towards the gate. His mind picked up the surrounding area quickly as he saw a dumpster near the gate. He flicked his fingers towards the dumpster, making it slide towards the gate. Will quickly clambered his way up the dumpster before clearing the gate. He hit the ground hard, rolling on the concrete as he stood up. As he was about to turn and sprint towards Jordan one more thing crossed his mind. He turned back to the fence, lifting his hand and hurling the dumpster towards the SWAT with his ability. As the dumpster rocketed towards their combatants he smirked before heading towards Jordan. "Not bad for a rookie, right?" He cracked, eyes flitting back to the massive dumpster rolling down the street.