Please respect this thread as it's dedicated to Agents of the Organization Without Initials.
The conversations will first consist of the recruitment of specially selected supers (Mostly consistent of "villains" because they're least likely to have emotions compromise their missions). They may post their response to whether or not they choose to join if/when they are contacted.
The members that choose to join will be given Cellphones/Blackberries/GPS/ and other such portable devices to communicate with each other (basically they'll be given a network to communicate and learn about each other, thus solving the problem of having to meet another super in person to talk to him/her)
Eventually missions will be given out either by Mr. E or the higher ups (A board of mysterious figureheads - played by The_Heroic_Loser), you'll be expected to carry them out swiftly. (Keep the casualties to a minimum)
Some editing will most likely occur in this thread as the plot develops.
UPDATE, THANKS TO STUPID NATHAN... THE BOMB DIDN'T GO OFF AS PLANNED... THE OWI NEVER GOT TO REALIZE THEIR DREAMS... AND THE PERSECUTION OF THE METAHUMANS NEVER HAPPENED... T^T
from the worlds of the little cancer boy at the end of South Park (Episode Stanley's Cup)..... "No hope........ *Beeeeeeeeeeep*"
Alias : Mr. E
Location : 200 ft above Triggs, Demonique, and Molly.
Time : Right after Molly regains consciousness
*Helicopter whirling sound*
*Helicopter lands*
Mr. E : Molly!!
Molly : Mister E!!
*the 2 ran towards each other like they haven't seen each other in ages*
*HUGZ*
Mr. E : Molly, however did you get here?
We've scheduled you to return to us at 13 hundred hours. When you didn't return, we've sent everyone out to find you. Oh you've had us all so worried!!
Molly : I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
Mr. E : Molly what happened?
Molly : I dunno. I was hiding from the scary person.
Then my guardian angel found me, and saved me again!
Mr. E : What guardian angel Molly?
Molly : The one who found me, after the boogieman hurt my mommy and daddy.
Mr. E : Mr. Parkman?
Molly : Mmhmm!!
Mr. E : Molly, I need you to wait for me in the helicopter while I talk to your friends, can you do that for me?
Molly : Okay..
Mr. E : Good girl ^_^
*Mr. E's Attention is now towards the other 2 supers*
Mister Triggs, miss Blaine.
First just let me say, Thank you so much for finding Molly and returning her to us.
She is... a very special person.
Triggs : No problem
Mr. E : Now, lets get down to business.
I'm a representative of an organization.
What we do is kept a secret from the public, or at least has been kept a secret for some time now.
Triggs : and that is?
Demonique : It has something to do with us.
Mr. E : Very good miss Blaine. ^_^
Yes, she's correct mister Trigg.
Our organization is interested in "special people", people like yourselves.
We've been tracking your kind, monitoring you, and sometimes though very rarely, even recruiting you to help our cause.
Triggs : and just what is your cause?
Mr. E : to put it quite simply, Unity mister Trigg.
Triggs : Unity?
Mr. E : Yes. Our organization was created with one thing in mind.
To unify the world and heal it from the sufferings men have dealt it.
We do so by placing candidates in the highest positions of each and every major branch of government around the world.
But needless to say, even that is not enough to unify mankind, countries still wage wars over poverty, religion, race; their people cry out for help to deaf ears.
We're going to change all of that,... with the help of your kind.
Triggs : Us? How? --;
Mr. E : Look around you...
*they look around and see nothing but fire, smoke, rubble, destruction....*
If history's taught us anything about human nature, it's that we fear what we don't understand, and only when faced with adversity, can we put aside our differences, and come together.
(ex. When there were holes in the Ozone layer. Groups from around the world saw that threat, announced the dangers of it to the masses, and Together, we patched it up)
The world will soon once again be united.
Demonique : United against what?
Mr. E : Ah, very sharp miss Blaine.
As I was saying, our organization used to monitor the movements of your kind,... make sure you're kept a secret, in order to protect you from the world, and the world from you.
And it was fine for the time being, but as of the last few decades, your numbers have grew faster then original predictions. It's getting harder to track and locate all of you now.
Some of your kind decided to go rogue abusing their powers to spread fear in the innocent while others decided to use their powers for personal gains. So we responded in kind.
I don't have to tell you that dealing with your kind can be tricky. So we've recruited some of your "more willing" people to help us subdue them.
Recently due to some unseen events... our numbers have dwindled.
If we are to move onto our next phase of the operation, we'll need to refresh our numbers, which is what I'm here for.
So, mister Trigg, miss Blaine, will you come with us?
Demonique: You still haven't answered my question, united against what?
Mr. E Smiles and replies "All of those who refuse us of course" ^_^
So, mister Trigg, miss Blaine, will you come with us?
Demonique: You still haven't answered my question, united against what?
Mr. E Smiles and replies "All of those who refuse us of course" ^_^
Well "Mr. E" I'm not liking your tone of voice. And there's no thing like "My Kind". I am "My Kind". Noone else. And if I want to kill someone, I will. None of this Protection bull.
He looks around NY. The girl, Molly, sits in the chopper, and looks out towards him. He then glances at Demonique, an uncertain expression in her face. Join Him, or Be a Victim of him. Hard Choice Triggs thought. He then looks into the eyes of Mr. E, and tries to figure him out, something that he learned from his poker days in England. He could tell Mr E was doing exactly the same thing to him. He speaks as if he's wise, yet he has no power of his own. He would've showed us by now..
However, despite how I may not like your attitude, or you threatening me, I am intruiged. What can your organisation offer me that I cannot gain myself?
An operative straight out of highschool, James did not relish the idea of quitting. He took a shotgun from a locker and went straight to Mr. E's office. Sorry f-cker, but I can't stand this job any more. He lifted the barrel of the gun to his mouth and squeezed the trigger. Unbeknownst to everyone, James was atill alive thanks to a power he'd picked from a woman named Jaimie Rathstone, a former operative of the OWI. His other self was in New York City, and was about to feel the effect a shotgun has on the brain at point blank range.