The Past…

It has been five years since Max and the Flock utterly destroyed Itex. After which they have really just been flying around, trying to stay alive. The School has been busy rebuilding itself to it’s former glory and has managed to do so. They have created Erasers again and are eager to get the Flock back. They know the Flock is alive do to the fact that Fang still has his blog up and going. They’ve tried to track them with it but have had little luck. However as if that would stop them, they’re determined to find the flock and are willing to do anything to get them.

Within the last five years a few things have happened;

The School was been taken over by a man named Adam Balder, he is the new director. He is very curious about the Flock, as he had never seen them before. He’s a cruel man who wants nothing more than to get his greedy hands on the Flock and sell them as weapons. His single mind is set very swiftly on them though he has started the Avian experiments again.

Balder has used everything he can to get information on the Flock. In doing so he discovered the fact that Jeb is the father of Max and located Dr. Martinez. He then attempted to lure Max and the Flock to him. In a short but violent skirmish with Erasers all of Max’s family were killed. Jeb, Dr Martinez and Ella. Max was devastated and blames herself, even though it was nearly two years ago.

The Flock has met up with a few more escaped experiments, a second Flock. There is Talon, King, Flinch, Kip, and Nixie. Now they are one larger Flock. The Second Flock were created up in Canada (Toronto to be exact) about the same time as the First Flock however one part of the School kept them despite the termination commands that the others had. Eventually they escaped. It was about four years ago and really due to Flinch’s gift. She was able to see a power outage a week before it happened. King took this opportunity to get his Flock out. It was a simple matter of using paper clips to get out of the dog cages and silence to get to the nearest window. Once outside the School they sought out Max’s flock, hoping to find allies. They’ve been together for about two years now and are good friends but there is still a little line between each flock.

The Present…

Now the Flock is still on the run…Or rather the flight. They’ve taken refuge in the Province of British Columbia in Canada. More specificly in and around a small city called Kimberly. Kimberly has everything the Flock needs from food to a public library but has a small population. They've made roost on a mountain nearby in an old abandoned cottage.


OOC note: Most of this site was based on the series not including Final Warning. The only things that it contains are the powers. That is all, ignore everything else that happened in that book.

Hannibal’s laughter did nothing to soothe Zodiac’s growing irritation. If anything, it only deepened his pissy mood. He was seriously taking the option of bashing his own head on a wall into consideration. He would have, too, although Zodo didn’t want to even give the effort of doing so, and therefore he could only sit and wait for Hannibal’s bouts of laughter to subside. As he did so, Zodiac couldn’t help but question which of Hannibal’s laughs were worse—the fake or actual one.

Zodo raised his head abruptly, restlessly shifting in his seat as he rested his head on the back of the chair. His eyes remained closed for a moment or two as he sat there silently, seriously regretting ever accepting Hannibal’s offer on this so called ‘game’. He was beginning to think he may as well have welcomed himself to hell. Granted, Zodo was enlarging the situation just a tad, although it is what he's truly feeling.

He appeared weary and worn down as he opened his eyes once more, sluggishly directing them in Hannibal’s direction. Frankly, he was fed up with the entire ‘twenty questions’ thing and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “Oh,” he mutter, his tone just as emotionless as he appeared. Zodiac had realized that Hannibal finished his laughing brigade and felt the need to comment on it. “Yer done.” As Hannibal began with his reply, however, Zodo’s eyes strayed from him and instead he gazed at the ceiling above them. It wasn’t too interesting, mind you, so with nothing else to distract his mind with, Zodo basically had no choice but to listen to Hannibal’s response.

“Not the same person you’d be thinking of Zodiac.” Zodo could only scoff at that. Who the hell said he was thinking about anyone? He freely spoke his thoughts aloud, the angered tone having returned to his voice. “I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout anybody, Hannibal.” As Hannibal continued, Zodiac scoffed once more, preparing to give his own two cents on Hannibal’s insufficient answer. “Yer s’pose to answer the question.” Despite saying this, however, Zodiac didn’t press for an answer. He either didn’t care, was too lazy, or thought he would discover this himself sooner or later.

Now it was his turn. Zodo allowed another lengthy sigh to escape him, bracing himself for the question, though he turned out to be rather relieved by what Hannibal asked—it didn’t involve much thinking on Zodo’s part, since he could probably imagine himself in that position, and he was fairly certain that he knew how his own self acted. “Weeell, Hannibal, that would really depend on the situation,” he began, prepared to delve into a rather lengthy explanation. “If the kid were about to fall off a bridge er somethin’ ‘cause of its own stupidity, then no, I can’t say that I would save it, let alone cut my hand off for it.” He studied the faint lines and cracks in the ceiling above him, the white paint having been crudely swiped on years earlier. “But y’know, if someone wanted it to die—like I dunno, a murder, let’s say—then I may actually go through the trouble of savin’ it. Maybe cut off my own hand, if I had to.” What was surprising about this, though, was that every word he had said was the absolute truth—Zodo saw no benefit in lying to Hannibal at this point. He would actually save the child—even cut his own arm off if that’s what it took—if it were in the hands of a murderer, but otherwise he couldn’t care less. It wouldn’t be the child’s life that he was concerned with, but rather, it's the fact that he’d be acting definitely toward the murderer that mattered to Zodo. I mean, if their pray was taken away before they had a chance to kill it, they wouldn’t be much of a murderer, now would they?

Once his answer had been completed, Zodiac was rather snappy in moving on to the question he needed to ask Hannibal, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Where do y’see yerself in five years?” Zodiac only asked because he often pondered the question himself. In five years, Zodiac would be twenty-one, and the way he was going now, he doubted he would be in college or anywhere else worth attending. Despite his natural gift of psychology and other studies of the mind (analyzing people is his basic talent), Zodiac seemed unable to give the sufficient effort to succeed in school. So where did he see himself in five years? Zodiac had no idea.