tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59546452011-07-31T08:50:37.406+09:30NAoMi is the ongoing saga of the Misfit Freedom Fighters, as they battle monsters, villains and physical attraction to one another. <br><br>If you enjoy the story, please click 'Join This Site' on the right of the page, and please leave comments for Wilmo as it validates his continuation of the saga!Wilmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13296708622378005044noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954645.post-52845079611517591062009-09-05T23:58:00.001+09:302009-09-05T23:58:50.734+09:30

“Look, would you just cheer up and enjoy yourselves?” Jarrad exclaimed, opening the driver’s door and stepping out onto the dolomite driveway. “You’ll spoil the whole week if you just mope around the entire time!” Leonard and Daniel each emerged from the back doors of Jarrad’s car, both looking rather dejected at being separated from their partners. Exhaling loudly, Leo looked around at the

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Bryden’s buttermilk pancakes went down a treat with the rest of the misfits. Having now eaten their fill, some sat around reading newspapers and magazines whilst the rest filled the room with the sound of their conversations. “This Nikki Potter makes me so mad!” Anita exclaimed, ruffling her copy of the Modbury Post in annoyance. “Listen to this, ‘MiFFing In Action: Why the Freedom Fighters are

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Kylie stretched her arms out and arched her back as she let out a yawn. Still somewhere between her dreams and the reality of the morning, she managed to direct her feet into her slippers, and blinked several times as she tried to coerce her blurred vision to adjust to the dawning sunlight. The fuzzy soles of her scuffs shuffled across the carpet as she blearily made for the door connecting her

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Scouting through the corridors, Jarrad and Anita flanked each other as they descended deeper into the MiFFi mansion. As they delved further down the passages, they picked off the remaining PAIN soldiers that they stumbled across. The muzzle of Jarrad’s rifle flashed as he took down an Elite operative approaching from a side room, and the unfortunate target slumped to the ground before he even

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Alisa hesitantly took a seat in the study, as Leo and Daniel attempted to clean up the blood from her face. To the side, Chantelle and Zara stood next to each other, looking uneasily around the room. “Hey, I’m… sorry about the way I acted before,” Chany began, her eyes fixating on her feet and her fingers rapping against each other nervously. “I mean, earlier, when I yelled at you… I wasn’t

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“Keep moving, buster. I assume you want your girlfriend breathing when this is all over.” Alisa marched out of the west stairwell and into the corridor, still restraining Zara in a one-armed grappling hold, with her prosthetic arm cannon trained on the side of her head. Zara had given up on the hope of struggling out of her captive’s grasp, since even if she could overpower Alisa, she was still

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Roughly ten minutes had passed in the infirmary since Bazz and Chany had bunkered down in the infirmary. Kylie was still comatose, lying on one of the stretchers at the back of the medical bay, and completely oblivious to the destruction raging outside the building. Every few minutes, a violent rumble would shake everything in the room as another piece of PAIN’s military hardware was destroyed

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Daniel pressed his back against the wall and peered out through the back doorway of the mansion. Before him, the gardens sprawled out in all directions, interspersed with statues, birdbaths, park benches, rose gardens and tangled together with winding gravel paths. Beyond the gardens, the vineyard stretched out towards the lake at the back of the property. The unmistakable sound of approaching

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Anita took cover in the mansion’s vestibule, guarding the front entrance of the building. Peering out through the doorway, she had watched as the formerly sunny weather had become swallowed with storm clouds, casting the whole suburb in deep dusk. She looked up in horror as a helicopter spiralled downwards and disappeared behind the tree line, its pilot incapacitated, before exploding in a

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The drone of helicopter blades reverberated down the stairwell as Leonard and Jarrad dashed up towards the roof access. Their shoes pounded hard on every third step as they scaled the flight of stairs, and their chests heaved as they drew in deep, frantic breaths. Trailing his team mate by a short distance, Jarrad looked up at the back of Leo’s head. “Whatever happens up there, mate, I’ve got

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Zara led the charge back into the mansion, as the misfit freedom fighters rushed to the weapons storage room. Not knowing how long it would take the PAIN soldiers to arrive, they didn’t want to waste a second of preparation time. Jarrad and Leo were carrying Kylie’s unconscious body back inside, bringing up the rear of the group. Laying her down gently on one of the benches, Leo turned to the

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Alisa Vickers and Operation: Animus

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An emergency meeting had been called in Aaron’s study in his absence, as the misfit freedom fighters deliberated over their next course of action. The seven of them were seated around the room, but the empty chair behind Aaron’s desk unsettled them all. Division was forming amongst the team as they argued about Aaron’s choice to abscond with the journals. “I don’t care what you think his

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Chantelle’s body spiralled through the thick darkness, surrounded on all sides by nothing but black. It flowed over her like water, yet she was able to breathe it in normally as she tried to find some point of reference in this disorienting place. Even though unable to see anything through the obscure gloom, Chantelle’s ears were bombarded by constant screams of torment and anguished cries from

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Dawn broke the next morning with glorious weather, and the city of Modbury rose and began the day as normal. For the time being, everything was at it should be with its people as they left their homes and travelled to their jobs. Far from MiFFi Manor, in the city of Solandra on the opposite side of the city, an ominous building stood high above those surrounding it. Even if the glowing red

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Zara stepped inside Cafe Pruno, and instantly the warmth of the room overpowered the chill from the night air outside. Daniel followed her in, looking around the local restaurant as he took off his jacket. A waitress greeted them cheerfully near the counter, and directed them towards a booth near the back of the relatively quiet cafe. “Wow, this place seems... homely...” Zara commented,

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“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, it really means a lot.” “Hey, don’t mention it! I’m just looking on having a relaxing night, cutting loose after the events of the last few days, and really getting to know you better.” “You know, that sounds like just what we need at the moment.” Jarrad held the door open for Bazz as the two of them entered the Yak and Hamster pub, looking forward to a

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Stunned for a moment at the sight of the girl holding the pistol to her head, it took Wilmo a second to act. “NO!”he shouted, and dove at Chantelle. Grabbing the handgun away from her, he rolled back up to his feet and held it out of her reach. “Phew, that was close!” Chantelle’s face was screwed up in anger. “Wilmo, you idiot!” she shouted at him. “Idiot?” he challenged. “I just saved your

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“She’s asleep now, Doc.” Daniel sat next to the infirmary bed as Chantelle lay asleep under the covers, a complete reversal of how they’d been at the start of the day. The cuts on her face and arms were all patched up now, and the swelling and bruising was starting to fade. Behind Wilmo, Aaron looked up from his notepad. “Excellent. Perhaps the rest will help to clear her head,” he noted,

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“Busker, you’re still up, I see.” Aaron had returned to his study to find Leo sitting by his desk, waiting for him. The soft glow of the moonlight directly outside the window gently lit up the figures in the stained glass artwork, casting an eerie light over his body. Leonard nodded. “Sorry, Doc, but I just couldn’t get to sleep.” “You didn’t assist with Chantelle when I called you earlier. Is

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Aaron looked between the evil Chantelle and her purified clone, waiting for answers. “Well? Who wants to explain first?” “I’ll start!” Jarrad called out from the sidewalk. “She stole my Levi’s!” Bryden looked down at Jarrad’s boxers with interest. “Why’s Spidey swinging from a web on your crotch?” he asked, before wincing as Jarrad whacked him over the back of his head. Chany glared at her

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antiChany’s fierce energy aura lit up the dusk street as she approached her clone. Her top lip was split open, blood trickled down from her right eyebrow, and her nose was bent out of joint, yet she looked more determined and powerful as a result. “Ready to see just how powerful we can be?” she challenged Chantelle, who was still freaking out over her violent actions. The dark Chany hurled one

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Jarrad stood out the front of the Yak and Hamster, leaning against the wall by the entrance door as he waited impatiently. Noticing movement under the streetlight down the road, he saw Anita and Daniel dashing towards him. “About time, guys!” he frowned as they reached him. “Chany’s inside, and she’s acting really… weird. She tried to jump me in the middle of the bar!” He looked over at Wilmo. “

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“You…” Chany gasped, scuttling back on her hands until she hit the wall behind her. “I know you from somewhere… don’t I?” Justin chuckled, rubbing his hands together as he approached her. “Why, yes, I would hope that you did. If I hadn’t erased your memories, of course!” Chantelle flinched as the scientist leaned over her and reached for her, before realising that he was only offering her a

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“Nita! Nita!” Daniel’s cries echoed into the rec room before Daniel had even entered the passage leading to it. Groaning, Anita threw her copy of Cosmo down on the coffee table, having finally found a quiet moment to herself to read it. Sitting up on the couch, she watched as he ran into the room, puffed and sore from his injuries. “What’s the matter, big brother? Things not go well with Chany?

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About half an hour had passed since Chany had left for the shops. Anita had just left Daniel to return to her training, telling her brother that he should get some more rest in order to return to health sooner. Wilmo, however spent the time laying on the stretcher, as various conversational outcomes regarding his feelings for Chany ran through his mind. The door swung open suddenly, and Zara

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A few days passed by in the manor without much happening of note. Bryden found himself recruited into MiFFi with open arms by Aaron, but couldn’t help but feel that he was filling Kylie’s absence in the eyes of the other misfits. Struggling to fit in, just like so many times before, he did his best to resist the temptation to read their minds and determine what they really thought of him. Instead

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Alone in the study, Aaron’s thoughts were far away as he gazed up at the girl in the leadlight window. In his hands he rolled around an old ring, twirling it with his fingers and refracting the light with the single diamond set into its band. A movement outside the room snapped him back into reality, and he quickly slipped the ring into his top drawer. As the door opened, he sat up straight

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Chany and the Split Soul

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Leonard pulled his aching body back to a standing position, and squared off against Adam again. The blood boiled within him, fuelled by the loss of Kylie. “If you harm her, I swear I will make you suffer,” he threatened menacingly. “There’s a good boy,” Adam patronised, looking away from Leo to the other fighters. “Do you all not understand that I could finish you all in an instant, without even

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In front of the church, Jarrad and Leo sat on the edge of the road as they waited for their team mates to emerge. The colour had returned to Jarrad’s face now that he had some distance between himself and the First Church of Bob, and the searing pain in his head had subsided. “How’re you feeling now, mate?” Leo asked, looking across at his taller team mate. “Much better, thanks,” Jarrad

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Cautiously, Anita stepped in through the doorway and found herself at the rear of the chapel. In front of her, a dozen or more rows of pews were lined up, facing towards the raised altar at the far end of the room. The church glowed with many different colours as the sunlight streamed in through the stained glass windows along the side adding to the spiritual, mystical feeling. As she entered

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The seven fighters looked around at the crowd of onlookers, applauding and cheering on the Misfit Freedom Fighters. Inspired by their incredible powers, everyone who saw the mysterious strike force take down the mutated beasts was amazed by their heroic feats. “What do we do?” Kylie murmured to her team mates, rather nervous about being thrust into the spotlight after so many years of staying

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Anita, Bryden, Chany and Jarrad huddled in the middle of the open parkland, herded together as the myriad of mutated spiders surrounded them. Emerging from the ruins of the buildings, they now numbered in the twenties as they encircled the misfits. “Uh, guys,” Bryden murmured, looking nervously around at the encroaching monsters. “I’m kinda new at this, so... how do you rate our chances?”

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Chany, Jarrad, Bryden and Anita stood hesitantly at the edge of the street as, all around them, horrified onlookers screamed and scattered in every direction. The scene before them was one of utter carnage and destruction, as the three giant beasts brought down another building with ease. Anita was the first one to move. “Come on, guys, we’ve got to stop them!” She sprinted out across the street

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The storm had completely passed by lunchtime Monday, and the sun shone brightly over the outdoor cafe in the suburb of Banksia. Jarrad, Chany and Anita were seated at a round table by the street, under the shade of a large red umbrella, with one empty seat between Jarrad and Nita, as they waited for ‘Bazz’ to arrive. “Remind me again,” Jarrad sighed, looking over his menu. “Why are you skirts

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Anita Wilmington and the First Church of Bob

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The night passed without further incident, and the misfits returned to the mansion as soon as the Yak closed its doors. As Sunday morning turned into Sunday afternoon, the last of them rose from their beds and prepared for what was left of the day. Kylie, not having slept all night, deliberately avoided Leo all morning after their emotional encounter the night before. Leo chose to spend his day

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“Leonard, wait!” Kylie ran through the storm after the furious Leonard, trying to shield herself from the rain with her jacket, to little success. In front of her, Leo seemed to pay the weather no notice, storming down the road as the rain soaked him through. “Please, Leo, wait for me!” she cried, finally catching up to him and grabbing him by the shoulder. Leo tried to shrug her off. “Just

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The clock had just passed eight in the evening, and Kylie was putting the finishing touches to the decorations. The ‘Yak and Hamster’ pub, known simply as The Yak to the regulars, had become their local haunt since they had reached legal age, and the members of the Misfit Freedom Fighters found themselves spending most of their free Saturday nights sitting around a booth or gathered around a pool

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Anita and Jarrad stared at the contents of the box in Zara’s hands. The two orbs glimmered in the dimming light, almost as if they were calling out to the warriors, yearning for their touch. “After careful study,” Zara continued. “Aaron and I have concluded that these Obsidian geodes pose no threat to the health of those who use them. Chesterfield devoted his life to the development of these

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The weather stayed fine until early afternoon, when the sky became clouded over and a light breeze picked up. Leo, Chany and Daniel were relaxing out the back of the mansion, having just finished utilising the training grounds that Aaron had constructed in the gardens. Chany was stretched out on the grass, while Leo and Wilmo sat on a nearby bench. “They were some pretty slick moves, Chany!” Leo

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“What a glorious morning,” Aaron Braegen beamed, walking along the trail through the botanic park. Above him, the clear blue sky appeared through the gaps in the tree canopy stretching over the pathway, and the songs of nearby birds created a natural symphony for his ears. Anita nodded. “The fresh air really does wonders,” she agreed, walking alongside him as the gravel crunched beneath her

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More than three weeks went by, and life was relatively quiet for those residing in MiFFi manor. Aaron conducted further investigations into PAIN and Pixco, trying to learn more about each company’s motivations. Zara was hard at work, modifying the human-powered weapons, and unlocking the secrets of the Descolada orbs. But for the rest of the team, life was much more carefree. Daniel had been

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Leoanrd Busker and the Memory of Davenport

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There was a solemn air about the briefing room as MiFFi convened before Aaron. Both teams had arrived back at the manor, each with certain degrees of failure to report. Daniel and Jarrad sat together on the couch. Leo Was relaxing in the recliner, and to his annoyance, Kylie chose to sat on the carpet between his feet. Anita sat alone on the opposite side of the room, and Zara sat to the side of

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Jarrad stared defiantly into Alisa’s eyes, and she glared back at him. “Looks like your friend has sealed your fate,” she told Anita coldly. “Don’t worry, you won’t feel any pain at this range.” Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for the kill. Her concentration was thrown, however, by an explosion directly above them as the ceiling blew apart. Down through the newly-created hole, Zara

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Anita hung her head, realising that she had blindly led herself and Jarrad into a trap. This wasn’t going to look good on her debrief, she thought to herself. Beside her, she could see Jarrad’s anger boiling in his eyes, furious at Alisa for betraying them. “Found these two on the floor below us,” Alisa told her superior. “They said they were trying to stop us from obtaining the journal.” “

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Anita squeezed the triggers of her dual pistols simultaneously, and instantly felt a short, sharp pain in the centre of her back as the weapons drew energy out of her body to power the guns. The barrels flashed as they each shot a pulse of blue light towards the closer of the two guards, hitting him in both his shoulders and sending him flying backwards. At the same time, Jarrad quickly pulled

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Zara’s hatchback came to a stop about a block from the library. She opened the drivers’ door and hopped out onto the street, followed by Anita climbing out of the passengers’ door. After a few seconds, Jarrad pulled himself out of the cramped back seat, over the driver’s seat and out of the door. “Looks like they beat us here,” Zara noted, looking up the street at the half-dozen black military

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Aaron was already joined by Zara as Jarrad entered the study. Both locked in a heated discussion, they barely even noticed him enter. Through the speakers in the ceiling, Jarrad could hear Daniel’s voice. “Hey, I swear I was following Aaron’s orders!” Daniel exclaimed, his voice distorted by static. “It’s what he wanted to see me about, yesterday afternoon. Remember?” At his desk, Aaron

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Above the apparently deserted street, the sun became covered with dark clouds. Jarrad peered out from behind a dumpster, checking for any signs of danger. Far from the safety of his base, he now found himself in the middle of a mutant attack on an outlying surburb. Deeming the area safe, he beckoned for the two young children following him to charge for the grocer on the opposite side of the

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Jarrad Vaughn and the Dark Prognosticus

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“I sure hope Kylie knows what she’s doing down there,” Leo commented as they emerged through the lobby doors out into the car park of the compound. “I’m sure she’s got it all figured out...” Daniel replied, trying to hide his uncertainty. No sooner had he spoken, though, Leo and Wilmo felt the ground beneath them start to rumble. The bitumen around the building cracked and split, hissing steam

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Kylie looked down at the red orb in her hand, and remembered the feeling of warmth and power that had swept through her body the moment she touched it, and the amazing powers it had bestowed upon her. “You mean... this stone was one of your experiments?” she asked, becoming angry. “The most successful yet, in fact!” he confirmed. “Yourself, Busker and Wilmington have all become unwitting

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Daniel’s eyes were fixated on the glass chamber in the corner of the room. Submerged in the green liquid was a teenage girl, clad in a black rubber bodysuit. A breathing hose was fixed to a mask covering her mouth and nose, leading to the ceiling of the chamber. Several electrodes were stuck to the backs of her hands, up the lengths of her arms and down the back of her spine. Her shoulder-length

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The lift descended down to the lower basement level, and the doors slid open. Kylie pressed herself against the side of the elevator car, peering out around the opening with her finger on the ‘door open’ button. She was looking out into a massive facility, the one room taking up the entire level. Several columns stretched up to the ceiling, supporting the higher floors. Two banks of computers

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The lecture theatre was nearly gutted. The podium was demolished, most of the rows of chairs were twisted and torn apart, and several spot fires were blazing around the room. At the higher end of the room, Kylie, Daniel and Leo stood with their backs to the gaping hole in the wall, staring down towards the sole remaining beast. The final mutant dog stood on the platform that had raised the caged

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One of the dogs snorted a burst of flame from its nostrils. Another’s breath fogged up the air in front of it as it bared its teeth at the trio. “Okay guys, just stay calm,” Leo assured his comrades. “Keep your focus, and make sure you don’t-“ He was interrupted as one of the beasts leapt at him, sinking its fangs into Leo’s right forearm and delivering a massive electrical shock into his body.

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Three sets of feet hit the bitumen on the inside of the Pixco compound. Leo, Kylie and Daniel had successfully scaled the fence, and quickly scurried across the carpark to the front door of the building. As they approached, they were expecting a challenge to enter the building, possibly involving having to hack the electronics, or sneak in through the air conditioning vents. As it happened,

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0630. An alarm clock sounds, its chirping piercing the serenity of the bedroom. An arm reaches out from under the covers and turns it off. Shortly after, the arm is followed by the rest of the male body as he climbs out of the bed. 0635. The man gets onto an exercise bike and begins a workout session, swigging from a water bottle at regular intervals. 0710. The shower starts running. 0720. The

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Kylie Montblanc and the Savage Crystal

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It was the following day, around eight in the morning. Apart from Aaron, who was already perusing the local newspaper, and Anita, who was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for herself and Liam, everyone else in MiFFi Manor was enjoying a good sleep in. That is, of course, until Anita went down into the basement and found that Liam was missing. Placing the tray of food on the bench, she ran across

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The research terminus, as Aaron had dubbed it, took up most of the first floor of MiFFi Manor. A bank of computer monitors lined one side of the wall, one for each member of the group to access the network. The opposite wall had a much larger flat screen on it, used to provide news feeds around the clock. Several large desks were placed around the room as well, each with several pieces of

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“Aargh, you are so irritating!” Jarrad exasperated. “Have you listened to yourself lately?!” Anita shouted back. The two of them stood around in the rec room, their raised voices drowning out the music from the television. The other fighters would like to think that a heated argument such as this was a lone occurrence, but this situation was more of a semi-weekly affair. “It’s bad enough that

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Aaron Braegen was an interesting individual, to say the least. Perhaps it was his long brown hair and goatee. Maybe it was the fact that he insisted on being called ‘Doc’ despite not holding a doctorate in any trained field. It may have been his sophisticated idiom, or his love of the classic arts. Mostly, it was the fact that in the twelve years he had been training his adopted pupils, he had

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Liam sprinted through the suburb with amazing agility, leaping onto rooves, jumping from peak to peak, and swinging across streets from lamp posts without a single misplaced step. Not even daring a backwards glance for fear of losing his momentum, his concentration fixated on outrunning his pursuers. Speed, it seemed, was not enough to save him however, as he was caught midair with a dive tackle

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Aaron Braegen and the Misfit Freedom Fighters

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Many thousands of years ago, a terrifying evil was created. This entity was so fierce, so devastating, that it was sealed away with the strongest, purest binds known to mankind, lest it destroy the universe. But the seal weakened over countless centuries, and the creature grew stronger and stronger as it yearned to break free. Then one day, two thousand years ago, someone broke the binds that

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