Important note from Tempest

Hello Happy Blog People!

My name is Diffy, and I'm one of Tempust's bestest friends, and I get to have lots of fun on his team, and fight lots of bad guys!

Tempust called to me on the way out to let you know something he forgot to say on his Blog, so I get to do it. Yay!

Sorry if my writing is bad, but I still learning properely

Dameeun, (Sorry your names weird I cant spell it right, I going to copy it from your blog at some point) Temuest and evryone are going to get your mummy while theys at the bad building, and we's going to keep her here until you can get to us, and we going to let her stay in our nice safe house that NOBODY can find, I dont know how, but its cool, becasue she can't go home becasue the bad men know where that is. We think it's better if she stays with us in england, as it's a lot furtherer away from your house AND bad building.

And Tempust wanted me to say, he has a plan for getting Duble back from John, who I don't like anymore, he was nice when we met him firstly and then he went weird and he hurt Healthy! I mad at him now.

Anyways, he wants me to say he has a plan, but it will take evryone, and he'll explain when he gets back and Dameeuns mummy is safe, becxause mummys are very importiant and we got to make sure yours is ok.

He going to tell you his big plan when he get back.

Thats all, fun chating to you alls, maybe I allowed to do it again sometime, byebye!

Diffy :)

Secret plans, and new recruits

I was given a piece of paper today by a bird, with a progress report, and combining it with some new drawings of Precog's, (two from the set of five, loads separate) I think I can describe pretty accurately what happened.

So, Playwrite got my mind message and he and Doolittle watched the rat's memory to see EXACTLY what happened, Doolittle texted that she didn't translate it though for fear of being got by John's command, something I hadn't thought of!

Playwrite went and got the emergency money £5k from the safe as well as one of the two remaining phials of formula (There were ten, me and Damian used 8, and I'm the only one that can get the last one, we'd have had to meet for Playwrite to get it) so at least they had the ability to cause one more manifestation (Picture Two of the Five, Playwrite holding phial No.9). They went and got Evan, who was staying in Shelford, having telepathed himself into a B&B so he could hide from the government, and the situation was explained to him, he instantly agreed to help.

Doolittle got on the phone to her penfriends, she has three, one in America, one in Morocco and one in Belgium. I'd found them on the internet like I found this place and she had become friends with them (Because she was the only one that could talk to two of them) and they all agreed to come over and help, so Playwrite bought the three that needed help getting here plane tickets.

I should explain, two of them are EH's and one of them has a friend who is, and they've been keeping an eye out for us in their countries for specials. I've been told they too have taken on Codenames, so here we go:

Broadcast: the Belgian, He can create/manipulate music, or any kind of sound, at will. He can create it from thin air, cause radio's/televisions to beam out sounds, increase/decrease the volume of any noise, you name it. ANYTHING involving sound, he can do it! He often accidentally causes music to erupt from him if his emotions are high, the music will reflect his mood and any electronic equipment capable of music will join in.
(It should be noted that making TV's and Radio's turn on for him is only slight technopathy, which is a byproduct of his power that makes him able to vent sound by any means.)

Double: the American, can copy anything he touches, making a duplicate appear next to it. The duplicate is identical in every way and only he can tell the difference, but he can make changes to the copy if he wants to (Make a double of a jumper, but make it green when the original is blue, etc) and everything he creates is under a certain amount of control from him, so if he duplicates a cat, he can control it, he will know instinctively how to drive any vehicle he copies because in order to create the perfect copy he understands how the object works as soon as he touches it. He can even clone himself by concentrating and clapping his hands together, but he is having trouble cloning other people. He can destroy anything he's created at will. He's making his way over in a fighter jet he copied on a trip to a museum.

Shockwave: Friend of Moroccan penfriend, she can create seismic blasts with her hands, shatter things by pointing at them, and generally shake and brake anything she points at. Can cause a seismic wave to fire through the air by clapping her hands, it destroys the first thing it hits. Both her and her friend are coming over.

Broadcast made it by the evening on a last minute flight, and he and Doolittle went up to the the top of Great St Mary's Church to do her super scream (Picture Three of the Five, Doolittle and a boy with her with huge soundwaves of noise coming from her mouth.).
Basically Broadcast makes her voice really loud, and enables her to use many languages at once, and she screams in every animal language at once for animals to come to her. She was calling her army. Everyone heard it, including us, but at the time we didn't know where she was, so we didn't feel compelled to stop her.

Everyone else arrived later that night, Playwrite gave Doolittle's Morocan penfriend Phial No.9, and she became Freezeframe, with the power of Animation and Deanimation. She can animate statues and action figures and stuff, but she can also freeze people! Not with ice, but they can't move! She's found it's easier if she shouts FREEZE! will gesturing at her victim, but she can at least do it. She only has control of things she animated in the first place, not things she's frozen, but her boundary for control is quite far. There were quite alot of statues dotted around Cambridge, but now she's called them all to her!

Damian texted Doolittle details of a Boy called Arthur Dowland from Chandra Suresh's map, he's a fourteen year old kid who can, it turns out, create balls of light in his hands that he can fire at will, causing anything hit by the balls to ignite. ANYTHING. He can make a stone wall burst into flames! He can't make fire though, only set things on fire with his power.

So that's the situation with our remaining free agents, as it were. A group of kids, an army of statues, and several hundred animals.

I'll post more as I get it.

Talking in code

Make sure you read Cleo's 'Refugee blog and my comment on it and Damian's 'Deceived' blog before this one, or it won't make sense.

Well, the commotion downstairs was because of West. He was stumbling around downstairs, mumbling while Playwrite and Tingle looked at him, concentrating. I told them that John was dead and that must be why West was here, but Playwrite just looked at me and grimaced. 'No he's not' he said, frowning 'He's weak at the moment, he's just done something straining or he's injured, but his power is definately still in there' he nodded at West's head. 'I'm helping him to fight it, but John seems to be recovering' West turned to me, nearly tripping over Doolittle's rat (I know, weird, but he was there when we moved in, and she has omnilingualism) and his eyes faded from a dull bronze to a more normal tone, for just a second. 'Save...your friend...Pete...I have to...don't want to...take him...John...Help...me' And with that, Playwrite groaned as his nose started bleeding, Tingle turned to me and said 'Whatever that meant, it's true' and West went bronze-eyed again and flew out of the shop.

It wasn't very hard to work out what he meant, and now at least we had more of an idea of what was happening, and we knew where our priorities lay.

Later, Diffy, Healthbar, and Precog turned up, and said Precog had something important to show me. He took out a pictue of three people in a small hut,and told me that this had already happened, but he knew it was one of five important stages in the fight against John.

Lately, Precog's ability has been growing, he knows more about his painting's than he used too, he KNEW there four more in this 'set', don't ask me how!

Anyway, we sat to down to watch as he drew the rest, (It should be noted at this point that Playwrite left to find Doolittle, she was out with some cats she'd befriended, but Precog wanted her to be there) and he'd just come out from doing the first one when Damian turned up. This is where he comes in so I'll assume you read his bit.


*DECIEVED*

So I realized: Playwrite and Doolittle are our only hope. they haven't been got yet. I knew I couldn't see them face to face, because then John's control would force us to force them away from him, so I had to think. I found Doolittle's rat, who was hiding in a corner but had seen all the events of the last hour, and tied a note to him with string, saying, 'Get Playwrite to do the memory translation thing'. Now this is not in any way mentioning John, and I won't see them, so I think it should be ok, I didn't feel strange while I did it, apart from placing most of my hopes on a rat, obviously!

The memory translation thing is something Doolittle and Playwrite have been practising for a while. Playwrite reads an animals mind and veiws a memory, and sends it to Doolittle's mind, where she can translate what's being said from animal to human. They'd even managed to read old human conversations a couple of times, by Doolittle translating how an animal hears english into proper words. I was hoping they could be caught up like this, but I had a back up plan.

There are three lights in the main shop part of the base, and we set up a basic code for each of them, and two lights on means be careful, and check before coming in. This means different actions for each of us, but for Playwrite, it meant telepathically scanning the base to see who's inside and what's happening, so we all sat on the top floor, while I thought the situation and a basic plan of action in a loop in my head. You can see the lights on before actually entering the base, so I won't even hear them come in! We decided none of us should leave yet, because we couldn't afford to meet them by accident, whereas Playwrite would be able to keep himself and Doolittle away from base when he read me. I'll explain the ideas I sent him to you when I can, I need to make sure they're working first. I knew Playwrite couldn't open a telepathic link with any of us to tallk, because that would mean we were chatting and I'd have to stop him getting involved, but the one thing nobody can stop you doing is thinking, and one way communication should work. I got a note from a cat's collar from Doolittle later saying 'We're hiding, it's ok you don't know where we are, you won't be able to find us' and I read it out loud and who it was from so that Tingle could confirm it was genuine.

So there you are, that's the situation, Playwrite and Doolittle are the last fighters against John at the moment, I'll post more about this as it develops, watch this space!

REBELs, Traitors and Vampires

Wow, so much happened today, it's hard to take it all in, but I'll try and tell it like it happened:

First, unfortunately, Healthbar did end up losing half a finger. It didn't heal like the rest when Playwrite helped her heal herself a bit, and it fell off earlier today. I know she's lucky to be alive, but still, losing half your ring finger is hard for anyone. She was still in bad shape generally, but we thought we could save her completly, you know?

Next, I'm on my way home from college (Yeah, I still go when I can, we all do, we've managed to keep certain parts of our lives separate, I've made us unfindable by anyone outside college searching the records, etc, but our attendance is appaling!) and I go to sit near the back of a nearly deserted bus. I'm folding my bus ticket up, just messing around, when I feel a slight shimmering behind me. I turn, and find Rachel Mills! We got on quite well when we first met, but now she's with danko....
She gives me an urgent look , puts her finger to her lips, and grabs the bus ticket from me. Pulling a pen from her pocket, she scribbles frantically on the back, hands it back to me, smiles nervously and teleports away again. I mean what on earth! But I look at the ticket, and see six sentences in tiny writing:

Team just down the road, be careful.
Rebel wants me to help, I will if I can.
Messages from rebel (He said you'd know who these are?):
Healthbar will be different now, don't let her become the Vampire.
You must stop John, but keep him alive so Damian can redeem himself, he must have a chance.
You must find Pete, he has a vital role to play.

Weird huh? But I know what the vampire one means now, I think I'm already too late....
So I get off the bus in town, and head to base, hoping to meet with the others, we had nothing planned but I wanted to check on Healthbar and I knew the others would too.

I get into the base and see two people heading upstairs. I follow them and see John and another, scruffier looking boy head into the flat! I storm after him, literally, and burst in to see him frowning at Healthbar 'You should all be dead by now, but at least you seem quite far along. TELL ME EVERYTHING.' His voice went weird on the last bit, like mine does when I use persuasion, but deeper, and it seemed to come from every direction at once, it was sort of hypnotic but jarring at the same time, and that was just what I felt, and it wasn't even directed at me! So Healthbar catches him up on events so far, you can see that so much talking is a strain for her, but she can't stop, and I don't know, John must have been putting out a general 'No-interference' signal or something, because for some reason, I just stood there and let her. When she'd finished, he just looked at her and said 'Damn. still, I can finish you of myself.' and he put his hand on her arm, almost consideratly, and grinned 'You know, you might have been worth keeping alive if you'd had a power I'd wanted, but there's no point waiting for Tempest's transfer boy with you, there's nothing in your power for me.' Healthbar looked up at him, and her expression seemed darker than I'd seen it before, it was missing her usual bouncy, cheering, willing-to-help smile. 'Damian thought something similar' she whispered 'I could see it in his eyes, I think he may have remarked as much, I'm not sure, I was barely consious because of what YOU made him do to me. You're both right. My power did leave me defenceless. I couldn't fight back or even help myself. But since the attack, I don't know, I feel....different. Something in my power showed itself, unlocked. And now that I'm SO near your brain power, it's showing itself to me properly. Your power's opened mine. I know what I can REALLY do if I try, and if I find someone deserving...' John suddenly looked shocked, and stared at her head with something close to horror. 'What is that...in your mind...no..no...DON't!' But his command came too late, and faded on his lips. Healthbar had grabbed his wrist, and her hand had started to glow white slightly, like when she healed, but then it darkened, and glowed faintly black, as did her eyes. John cried out, and suddenly the passive command to stay was broken. I could move, and started shakily towards them, as the scruffy boy was blinking and looking confused. A black streak shot across John's arm, and he yelled again, as the black faded to reveal a gaping gash, which started to bleed, as Healthbar sighed with relief. I looked at her, and saw some of her cuts fading, and heard the fractured bone click a little closer to being healed. All this seemed to take place in about a second, and I realized what she was doing before I really understood how. She was draining his body of health in order to heal her own, and I hated to see her of all people doing something so cruel. John needed to be stopped, true, but I was not going to let Healthbar do it. She was too good. I got to them as another painful clicking sound was heard, this time from John, who screamed. 'STOP!' I yelled, throwing the full force of my persuasion at her, and she was forced to let go. She started to look confused, and seemed torn between bursting into tears and trying her new skill out on me. I looked at John, who was clutching his left wrist, as if it was broken, which, given the clicking sound, it probably was. 'Thank you Tempest' he said cordially, 'Now I order you to..' "Oh no, don't think I did it to save you, I don't want her morality tainted by your death. That's for me and Damian' I replied, glaring at him.

'Ah, I'm afraid not Mr Leader sir' he smirked sarcastically 'You see, I'm in control again, and I order you to kill all your teammates!' I looked at him aghast, and then stopped puzzled. He looked quite surprized too. 'Go on Then! he yelled at me, almost a shriek from the pain in his wrist. 'Nah, don't feel like it' I told him, which was true. I really didn't feel like I was being forced in any way.

'Aww, so close! Are the good guys immune to the nasty traitor's power?' said a smug but exhausted voice, and I turned to see Playwrite in the doorway, wincing with the mental strain of blocking John's power but very, very pleased with himself. 'SO sorry' he grinned, 'I'm afraid you won't get anywhere with us at the moment!' Then he turned to me 'Can't you zap him or something? His power's weak at the moment for some reason, but I can't sheild us for long!' 'Oh, yeah, right!' I realized, noticing I'd just been standing watching events unfold again. I looked for John, and saw him being held by the scruffy boy, hovering outside the window. 'Playwite, please say that other kid's protected too!'
'No such luck, it would take too much effort getting into a new mind to protect it, I couldn't help him and you two! I've been in your heads loads of times.' I could feel Playwrite's barrier glitching, it kept flashing on and off in my head. I flew out after John, and heard him say 'West, we will be needing a healer. Find one'
So that's West that Cleo mentioned! John has obviously been keeping him enslaved a long time. His t-shirt was tatty, had huge holes, nearly falling off, he had really tattered shorts and no shoes or socks. His hair was a mess too. I felt sorry for him, but knew I had to stop John. John turned and saw me, winced and gave one last effort, just as Playwrite's barrier failed again 'GO BACK TO your friends and kill THEM. YOU ARE not ALLOWED TO FOLLOW ME.' I was forced to obey the commands that had got through, but Playwrite had saved everyone. I managed to hit him with some Forcebubbles as I was being made to return, I needed to do SOMETHING. I went back through the window and saw Playwrite crouching on the floor. He collapsed into my arms as I got there. Healthbar was in tears. 'That barrier of yours saved us all' I told Playwrite 'and it failed in just the right places'
'I knew it was failing,' he told me' and I may have.....directed it's lapses' I grinned at him, impressed at the amount of control he had over his power even under that much pressure. 'We've not had a very good week though, have we?' he muttered, smiling. And with that, he fainted. Again.

Building 26: the Aftermath

So this was the situation: I'm shattered and ill from over-exertion with my powers from flying everyone back to base from Building 26 in america, Playwrite's exhausted from keeping Aron alive by force, Tingle is distressed he wasn't able to stop John and Aron from the start, Healthbar's unconsious from heavy healing, Aron's unconsious and seriously injured because Healthbar couldn't heal him completly in one go, but he'll live, Damian was in floods of tears for an at the time unknown reason, John was missing and Diffy was unhappy because all his friends were miserable. We left Aron and Healthbar to recover, and found Damian in the room we put them in. I decided to leave him to recover a bit before questioning him, but I wish I hadn't....



We left the three of them and made sure Evan was ok, we hadn't really been able to look after him since we found Aron, and he was a bit flustered at this turn of events. He assured us he was physically ok, and thanked us for getting him out, but said he couldn't deal with being on a team like this just yet. He gave us his phone number, and told us to call if we wanted his help, and Playwrite offered him a kind of apprenticeship, with lessons and tutoring on Telepathy if he wanted them. He set off to hide, and we advised him not to go home or anywhere he can normally be found for his own safety. After that, we sat in the abandoned shop part of the base and had a proper rest.

I woke suddenly, as did everyone else, to the sound of screaming, just as Precog and Doolittle came in to see how the rescue had gone. We rushed up to the flat above the shop, and found Healthbar almost dead, screaming from burns, and what looked like broken fingers and arms. I told Precog to get Diffy out of the base, he's too young for anything like that. I made sure Precog had got him out to take him to the park, but he was still asking about 'Healthy' (as he calls her, he calls me Tempust, he's still not great with long words) and why she wasn't moving, it was awful. There was no sign of Aron or Damian, except a small sprinkling of dust Doolittle found in a corner. Playwrite experimented going into Healthbar's head and getting her power to turn in on itself, and heal her. He managed for about half a minute, but it happened very slowly, and he fell back, crying out and landing on the floor. He's had a headache for about three days now, but his powers are returning. He managed to make her heal herself a bit, the broken arm is only fractured now as far as I can tell, and most of her fingers are better, we think she might lose one though, and some of the burning's gone down, but she's still in very bad shape. She has bruises on her neck and still has burns and something like frostbite and cuts and bruises and things, but she'll live, and I'll kill anyone who hurts her again, or any member of my team. I mean that. They will be shocked, burnt, frozen, drowned, persuaded to stab themselves, attacked by my Forcefield bubbles, and buried alive. I'm pissed now. I know it wasn't Damian's fault, but John WILL suffer. I swear it.

So, Healthbar told us everything that had happened, what Damian had told her and what he'd done, it took about an hour and a half she was so weak, she kept nearly passing out, and if we take her to a hospital, they'll find out about us and we're all doomed, but I don't care. If I have to, then I will.

Anyway, I came on here and found Damian's post which confirmed my theory of Damian's innocence, and now we're hunting John. I think that's it, I keep thinking I forgot to tell you guys something, I'll post it if I remember, keep watching this space!

Building 26

Well, Me, Diffy, Playwrite and Tingle were shooting off to save Evan, and we touch down a little way outside the gates just as Damian, Aron, and John appear from nowhere. Damian said they were coming to help, and they wanted to come in with me. I disagreed, saying it was better they stay outside so we weren't too big a group, but he pointed out that I'd said Aron would be helpful with cell doors, he could teleport out quickly if we needed him too, and he wasn't leaving John outside on his own. I reluctantly agreed, but made them promise to stay with the group, and made Damian swear not to go looking for his mum. We were here for Evan, not the full rescue plan for everyone else.

They all promised, so I flew us in down through the top, While Playwrite made a large thought bubble round us telling people to ignore us and Diffy made us look like cleaners as soon as we landed. We walked quickly downstairs one level to the holding rooms, and found Evan. I turned to ask Damien to teleport him out, and noticed he'd vanished! John was muttering to a blank looking Aron, and they both told Tingle truthfully that they didn't know where he was, but John said they would go and look for him, and before I could stop them they ran up the stairs again. Playwrite looked troubled and I asked why, and he said something wasn't right with them, but something was making it hard to see. He said Aron's thoughts weren't as complex and normal as they should be, and he couldn't tell what was going on with John. I sent Tingle after them and went phased Evan out of his room.

We followed the others back up the stairs, and found Tingle lying in a corridor unconsious. It was a miracle he hadn't been discovered, hell even as we found him a guard came round the corner, and Playwrite had to tell him to ignore us, and I used to persuasion to make sure he'd stop people coming into this corridor for a while. Tingle had a small lump on the side of his head like in cartoons when someone's hit by a saucepan. We heard raised voices round the corner and we got there in time to see Damian teleporting away from Aron, who was in a very bad way. We listened hard, and could just hear a slight heartbeat. John was nowhere to be seen. We knew something was up, but at the moment, we needed Healthbar urgently. I made us a large Forcefield and flew us straight up and out, Phasing through the floors, not caring about hiding. The life of a friend was in danger. We were going too fast to be seen properly. Playwrite called Healthbar on the way back, I was flying us so fast across that ocean I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Playwrite got Evan to support him as he went into Aron's mind and made it concentrate, keep himself alive, keep his heart beating just a bit longer. Playwrite was literally being Aron's mind, demanding that his organ's keep working.

Healthbar met us near the coast, she'd got a late train so she could get there as soon as possible, we couldn't wait for us to meet at base. She healed Tingle (it was easier to do the simple heal first, it got her power flowing better), who woke up, and told us while she started on Aron that it was Aron that had hit him, because John told him to. Then Healthbar screamed, and we saw that Aron was still unconsious, but his biggest wounds had healed, including the hole in his chest, and that he'd be fine in a second.

But then it all went wrong.

Healthbar screamed again and fainted. Aron had worn her out, and he wasn't anywhere near fully healed yet. But he would live. I flew us all back to base, and we carried them both inside and lay them down to rest for a bit. Damian was there, in floods of tears, but I thought it was better we leave him to be unhappy and ask what happened later. I wish I'd got him out of there to talk then, I might have saved everyone.....