CITY REPRESENTATIVES busy themselves about amid the hustle and bustle of Paragon City Hall. VARIOUS AGENCIES make use of the facility such as MAGI, ELITE, GIFT, SERAPH, DATA and the FBSA. The REGISTRATION OFFICE for new heroes, as well as new super groups, is also located herein with extensive logs of almost every single known hyper-normal individual.


This message was last edited by the GM at 17:12, Wed 11 Oct 2017.

Mr T Jones walks slowly into the City hall.
This middle age man of oriental features stays calm and is in no hurry.
He looks around the hall.
Taking in all different desks and departments.
Trying to make sense of city and it organization.
He looking for business section to see if there is any document he must fill in to make sure his gym is legal and he can open for business.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:51, Wed 15 Nov 2017.

Mark paused outside the registration office for the third time. He walks towards the doors, looks to be about to enter, and then moves back outside into the parking lot.

"Just do it already..." He grumbled to himself. Every time he wanted to, the doubts, paranoia, and bitterness with the other such places bled into his mind. Then he paused and left.

The veteran's affairs office was in the building, and they gave him the same bull every time. Stuff him full of pills, let him see a doc once a week, and send him out the door. How many of the guys on his old unit had not made it waiting around for help? Even when they got help, it was half assed crap.

He sat down and looked at the building once more. He wanted to move about with worrying about the cops. However, he could not trust the military not coming after him sooner or later. Granted they already knew about him, but it would make it a lot easier for them to find him if he did register.

He exhaled, and looked at the building some more. He was in his civillian clothes. No one would care or notice him.  Maybe he would come back tomorrow...

'Mr. T Jones' doesn't find much difficulty acquiring the business licenses and documentation for opening up a gym in Kings Row. Prior owner aside, any business would be an improvement over a boarded up and abandoned building. Not that the area was in a state of disrepair, but it certainly could use some fixing up...especially the neighborhood. The local PPD division were having difficulty keeping the crime down to a 'respectable' level. Gang violence has been on the rise where the gym currently resides, vandalism occurs frequently - a visage of a skull. The latest rumor was that there was some new type of drug being peddled, Superadine...and the 'Skulls' gang primarily responsible for it's production and distribution. Apparently Kings Row needed a lot of fixing.

The irony of Mark's position before the entrance of Atlas Park's City Hall in preparations to follow all the legal loop-de-loops beneath the shadow of the Atlas Statue couldn't be more poignant. Still, he left one battlefield behind him...why land in another? Being on some dumb government watch list was bad enough...'person of interest'. Probably why Mark was almost immediately recognized, and with terse greetings, explained where he would need to go. A lot of tense emotions surface when Mark becomes the subject of discussion...nervous, tense, fear, anger. Not the first time, he knew not to expect a warm welcome from a government agency. The process could go faster, though...being here was an emotional pressure cooker.

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Book Wisdom Volume III. Two minds usually better than one.  Someone to help with problem will, with kindness reduce the problem.

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(Pupil): Master what is the problem.  I can tell there is problem.
(The Temple Master): Pupil you are the problem and I am the problem.  We should not be Pupil and Master.  It is wrong.

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Mr T Jones walks with little effort out of the building and towards his new home.
So much of the past to face.  So much to remember.  This was his new life.
One his teaching told him to embrace full.  Peacefully, Carefully.

The man walked past few people taking in there faces, cloths, items on them.
At lot to learn.  Memory and programs to tap into.
As he past one man he could feel the tension mounting.
Something was not right and monk could feel something bubbling unsafe within.

Windwalker stop.  Turned and looked back at man.  Shook his head at himself.
So this is who I am.  I just have to act.  I could not let things be.
So that why the Pupil was The Pupil and the Master and The Master.
So that was why I walked the winds and found myself here.  Why change.

Windwalker turn and walks back.  He make a little bow to man.
I am Mr T Jones.  Owner of T Jones Gym and Medication center.
I can tell you feel little stressed.  May I offer my services for few hour for free.

He gives the man a smile.
Do not worry there is a catch.  I just reopened and by helping you I start letting people know I have reopened.

Windwalker makes another bow to the stressed man (Crimson Fury).

OOC:
Subject to GM not getting to upset with few assumptions I getting away with here.
However picking up Crimson feeling would be something my character could do with his past and training.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:48, Wed 15 Nov 2017.

In reply to Windwalker (msg # 5):

Mark did not notice Mr Jones at all-even when he started speaking. It took a second for his ears to catch up with what was going on. Then he heard, and Jones could see the look of surprise, confusion, and...Fear of all things.

Normally fear was not an issue for Mark. Not because he was especially brave of course. Mark lived on rage now-physically and mentally. When he did not have enough of his own, he could sense it in the world around him. It was why he was guided to so many crimes as they were happening. The rage called to him...

Expect for now, with the man in front of him.

When he met most people, all their emotions stood out. It was almost like a sign above thier heads what they were feeling. Even repressed emotions. Especially rage of course-it was basically Mark's version of food and water now. He could not even ingest actual food anymore...which just made him angrier...which proceeded to feed him of course.

But this man? His mind was like a ocean. No strong emotions, desires, uncontrolled urges. There was something there-he was not robot. But it seem like all those other feeling where deep underwater. Kept down by training or discipline.

It made Mark want to remove himself from the man's presence. Mark could tell of course he wanted to help. There were no ulterior motives. It was that which unbalanced whatever odd form of life Mark was now.

Fury has no function in the face of inner peace. So Mark took a step back from the man like he was poisonous.

"What...what are you?" Mark said. "Everything's...buried. Deep down." Mark frowned. "Where are your...feelings?" He stepped back again.

(OOC-Mark has senses d10 but only for emotions. I figure with your monk training you learned a Buddhist like ideal that desire must be put aside for enlightenment. That means all desire, not just the bad ones. Given your past as you wrote it-you still have feeling, but they are contained, not repressed. If I jumped to any conclusion that I should not, let me know and I will change my post.

Also, if you are the Buddha in this metaphor, then Mark is one of the demons that drag people away from enlightenment via desire.)

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Book Wisdom Volume X. Wisdom say a human cannot stop the wind blowing.  Wisdom also say that should not stop human enjoying flying kite in the wind.

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Book Wisdom Notes. Book Wisdom Volume X is often called the forbidden knowledge as  large number of Monk consider the text subversive and pocks fun at other books.  Other monks point out it has place as all thing even books of wisdom need a counterbalance.

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(The Temple Master): Action:  The Temple Master hit the last bandit in the face very hard in anger.  Braking his noise.  It was however justified.  So he thought.
(Pupil): Who are you and what are you going to with me. (fear in pupil's eyes).
(The Temple Master): I am The Temple Master.  You will be my student.  I am going to train you to be a Monk.

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Mr T Jones looked at the man and smiled.
In answer to your question young man?  What are you?
The monk replies.
Everything's is exploding, on fire, like a volcano.
Winkwalker rises his eyebrows to emphasizing what he is saying.
To many feeling, to strong for you.

With a very mischievous smile.  Winkwalker next words where almost a dare.
Would you like to feel my emotions.  To fine out if I do have feeling and what they are?
Well then if you do you will need to follow me.  Or you can run away like a frighten child.

Humans, present them with a bottle of poisonous.  Tell them it not going kill them right away but does taste good (very good).  Then most will just have to try it!  Just once! Just to see...

With that the Monk turns and walks slowly towards his home.
Not looking back until he get to his gym.  All the while walking carefully and fully measured.  Both physically, spiritually and emotionally.

(OOC: I did not realize the true nature of Crimson Fury but this turn out great.  You have got the measure of Windwalker both in your character reaction and your OOC:  The only mistake is that he Is a Shaolin Buddhist Monk.  Even if not a normal one.  With great gifts come great responsibility and sometime need be little different.  So all is good with me.)
This message was last edited by the player at 13:15, Wed 15 Nov 2017.

In reply to Windwalker (msg # 7):

It took more than a taunt to provoke Mark. Actually, it took far less, but it was not due the the typical reason of wounded pride. Anger was his first, second, and maybe even third reaction. Not because anything Jones did was really so terrible, but Mark's body needed a 'hit' of rage. He certainly was not getting any from Jones, so his own would have to do.

He inhaled to bark at the man's back-but he had already moved out of speaking range. Mark would have to yell.

"Oh, that's the way it is? Fine! I...I will just follow you to tell you off to your face! So there!" He said to no one.

For Mark, that was very poor faire when it came to rage. The gas station egg salad sandwich of food, which had most likely gone bad. Still, it was anger, even a pathetic lesser version of it. He tired to hold back an excess he might feel-but in this case it was not difficult.

After all, Jones had no anger to reflect back at him for Mark to absorb. He had to speed up a bit once Jones got into the crowd, because he could not use the man's emotions to track him.

OOC-1 xp-tries to hold back unneeded anger?
This message was last edited by the player at 20:02, Wed 15 Nov 2017.

True to his observations, the elderly oriental man seemed quite devoid of any particular type of emotion to Mark...an oddity in Paragon City. Mr. T Jones simply carries on as if no verbal tirade were thrown at his backside as he strides to the Paragon Transit Authority's monorail boarding platform just across City Hall's parking lot. Contrary to popular belief, it's not long before the monorail arrives depositing a series of official looking business folk, camera toting tourists, and a myriad of others - mixed company that has literally become the hallmark of Paragon City where 'everyone is welcome'. Upon entering, the monorail soon disembarks with a rhythmic clatter of railing and a sonorous drone of the monorail's engine as the train makes it way towards it's next destination - Kings Row.

OOC: Sure, go ahead and give yourself an XP, especially since you were in an area where you could have easily lost control...especially since a representative reminds you that you need to keep your emotions in check, should schedule your appointment with the therapist, and inquires if you're taking any meds. :D

If you want to continue this dialogue, we'll have to create another scene like the 'PTA Monorail In Transit' or just skip to Kings Row, up to you. Consequently, already have a scene set up for Kings Row - High Park, the area I figured where Windwalker's Gym is.
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:34, Fri 17 Nov 2017.