Post by Wraith on Apr 10, 2022 20:56:05 GMT
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TELL ME AGAIN....WHAT HAPPENED
"Sure thing. It was an ordinary day at the plant where I worked. Got in, swiped my card, cinnamon raisin bagel with a TBSP of cream cheese for breakfast, and then I got to work. Normally its a pretty boring job watching over Nuclear Reactors; until a group of misinformed eco-terrorists kick down the door to shut the thing off. See they didn't know what they were doing and they didn't want to listen to any of us so of course shit goes sideways. First their waving guns around, calling us planet destroyers, and then then they're hitting every button they can google. By the time the capes got there the reactor was already going into meltdown and the only way to stop it from leveling a 10 mile radius was to manually dump the core. Honestly...don't know why I volunteered but, I did. Ever heard the story of Schrodinger's cat? Well my dad was a huge nerd so he changed his last name to Schrodinger which makes the irony of my situation pretty damn funny all things considered. I went into the tank, saved the day, and 'died'. At the same time, the version of me that existed in this dimension, renowned mercenary Michael Schrodinger, abandoned his eco-terrorist employers to do the same exact thing. Now I speculate that he was supposed to die but, since he didn't...space time overcorrected and here we are. Two versions of the same person merged into one body. Both alive and dead....it's truly fascinating."
HAVE YOU NOTICED ANYTHING STRANGE SINCE THE INCIDENT?
"Aside from the whole dead & alive thing? Quite a bit. We both got the physical stuff superhuman strength, speed, stamina, reaction time, ya know the standard (although his is definitely better than mine). I can see the echoes of the dead; which aren't to be confused with ghosts. Where people have died I can sometimes see a replay of the moments leading up to their death...helps alot in my line of work. The memories are weird since I experience his memories sometimes but, they still feel like mine. I don't feel pain anymore, I don't bleed, I don't eat, I don't sleep, basically I'm a walking corpse.
Oh yeah, and this pen. It seems to be displaced like us. When I write equations with it I get some pretty unique effects. Moving small objects, semi-accurate teleportation, its honestly kind of like a magic wand except not made up. "
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
"I'll let him explain that part. I have to warn you though, his voice is a little whispery"
WHAT KIND OF GEAR?
"I call them Sickle Darts. Some of em blow up, some of em are smoke bombs, some of em are flash bangs, I even managed to make something close to that old school containment foam stuff Invictus used to run around with. It's not as strong but most dudes have a hard time breaking out of it. The edges on em are incredibly sharp thanks to the fact that they are constantly shifting thousands of times a second. They can stick into almost anything.
I also had the connections to get some really rare extra-terrestrial metals. Stuff is damn near indestructible and it sucks heat from whatever it comes in contact with. I turned what we had into a set of batons and a set of spiked knuckle dusters. One time I punched this arms dealer in the jaw and it froze half his face solid. Oh and I made the bike too. The Wraith Cycle can keep pace with some of the fastest cars around, things got a V10 engine in the body of a Harley so you can imagine how fast she rips."
THANK YOU. IT LOOKS LIKE THATS OUR TIME FOR TODAY, I TRUST MR.SCHRODINGER WILL SCHEDULE A FOLLOW UP?
"I don't know, ask him yourself."
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"WRAITH"
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"WRAITH"
NAME? "Dr.Michale Schrodinger" DATE OF BIRTH? "August 8th, 1985" CITIZENSHIP? "United States of America" RACE? "Caucasian" ETHNICITY? "French" KNOWN LANGUAGES? "American English, French, Mandarin, and British English" OCCUPATION? "I was a Nuclear Physicist but, now I'm a vigilante." REGION OF OPERATIONS? "I tend to stick in Millennium City" OPPERATING ALIAS? "Depends on whose in the drivers seat. Michael is fine but, he prefers to be called 'Wraith'." HEIGHT? "5'10" and a half." BUILD? "I like to think of myself as keeping in good shape given my...condition." ARE YOU AWARE OF YOUR SIMILARITIES TO A NUMBER OF OTHER COSTUMED CHARACTERS? "Given where I live...painfully. Not much I can do about it though, no matter how hard I try the clothes stay white." |  |
TELL ME AGAIN....WHAT HAPPENED
"Sure thing. It was an ordinary day at the plant where I worked. Got in, swiped my card, cinnamon raisin bagel with a TBSP of cream cheese for breakfast, and then I got to work. Normally its a pretty boring job watching over Nuclear Reactors; until a group of misinformed eco-terrorists kick down the door to shut the thing off. See they didn't know what they were doing and they didn't want to listen to any of us so of course shit goes sideways. First their waving guns around, calling us planet destroyers, and then then they're hitting every button they can google. By the time the capes got there the reactor was already going into meltdown and the only way to stop it from leveling a 10 mile radius was to manually dump the core. Honestly...don't know why I volunteered but, I did. Ever heard the story of Schrodinger's cat? Well my dad was a huge nerd so he changed his last name to Schrodinger which makes the irony of my situation pretty damn funny all things considered. I went into the tank, saved the day, and 'died'. At the same time, the version of me that existed in this dimension, renowned mercenary Michael Schrodinger, abandoned his eco-terrorist employers to do the same exact thing. Now I speculate that he was supposed to die but, since he didn't...space time overcorrected and here we are. Two versions of the same person merged into one body. Both alive and dead....it's truly fascinating."
HAVE YOU NOTICED ANYTHING STRANGE SINCE THE INCIDENT?
"Aside from the whole dead & alive thing? Quite a bit. We both got the physical stuff superhuman strength, speed, stamina, reaction time, ya know the standard (although his is definitely better than mine). I can see the echoes of the dead; which aren't to be confused with ghosts. Where people have died I can sometimes see a replay of the moments leading up to their death...helps alot in my line of work. The memories are weird since I experience his memories sometimes but, they still feel like mine. I don't feel pain anymore, I don't bleed, I don't eat, I don't sleep, basically I'm a walking corpse.
Oh yeah, and this pen. It seems to be displaced like us. When I write equations with it I get some pretty unique effects. Moving small objects, semi-accurate teleportation, its honestly kind of like a magic wand except not made up. "
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
"I'll let him explain that part. I have to warn you though, his voice is a little whispery"
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"MICHAEL SCHRODINGER"
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"MICHAEL SCHRODINGER"
 | YOU MUST BE WRAITH? TELL ME ABOUT WHERE YOU AND MR.SCHRODINGER DIFFER. "He's the brains and I'm the muscle. I outclass him physically in almost every way and I did 3 tours in Iraq before I turned to the mercenary life so I have plenty of combat experience. I'm not even sure if he's even killed a bug. Outside of that I seem to have gotten most of the combat powers. I can shift between tangible and intangible, my body regenerates, and I can do something he calls a 'Quantum Expulsion' although I think 'Ghost Wail' is way cooler. I can scream really loudly and the people around me start seeing glimpses of other universes. Usually makes most people shit their pants or pass out. Oh and I make all the gear we use." |
WHAT KIND OF GEAR?
"I call them Sickle Darts. Some of em blow up, some of em are smoke bombs, some of em are flash bangs, I even managed to make something close to that old school containment foam stuff Invictus used to run around with. It's not as strong but most dudes have a hard time breaking out of it. The edges on em are incredibly sharp thanks to the fact that they are constantly shifting thousands of times a second. They can stick into almost anything.
I also had the connections to get some really rare extra-terrestrial metals. Stuff is damn near indestructible and it sucks heat from whatever it comes in contact with. I turned what we had into a set of batons and a set of spiked knuckle dusters. One time I punched this arms dealer in the jaw and it froze half his face solid. Oh and I made the bike too. The Wraith Cycle can keep pace with some of the fastest cars around, things got a V10 engine in the body of a Harley so you can imagine how fast she rips."
THANK YOU. IT LOOKS LIKE THATS OUR TIME FOR TODAY, I TRUST MR.SCHRODINGER WILL SCHEDULE A FOLLOW UP?
"I don't know, ask him yourself."