World Domination

This is basically an idea I came up with. So in this RP we'll be rping as the babies we got in the chatbox/topic as them being adults/teenagers.

Plot:
17 years has passed since their parents gathered together to chat. Some had grown apart and haven't seen eachother since then. Now on a trip to Washington D.C., they meet once again. They soon realize they used to know eachother as children, and some of them even concoct plans. Plans that would make their parents proud. Plans to take over the world!

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The air was cool, the sun was shining, and Washington D.C., as always, was crowded with tourists. The seniors of Jackson High School had flown all the way from San Diego for their annual field trip and every student looked excited to be in such an historical place.

Even the Gothika twins, who stood at the back of their large group. Mirianna, or Miri, was looking around at the distant monuments while Damien, or Dam (pronounced dame), was eyeing a hotdog vendor nearby. He was hungry and the smell of frankfurters was really enticing.

"Hey Dam," Miri spoke up to her brother. "What do you think the Washington Monument looks like?"

"That George Washington was compensating for something," Damien said easily, still staring at the vendor who was handing over two hotdogs to a tall man.

Miri giggled. "That's what I thought too," she said happily.

Damien just wanted a hotdog.

Walking through the crowds of tourist, Isis made her way to get a good view of the monument. One day she would make this place hers and she wanted a good look around so she can decide what needed to be changed once she took the role of ruler of the world.

She didn't take any notice of the twins nearby her, as she pulled out a pen and paper to scrawl out some notes.

"Let's see... that monument has got to go," She muttered to herself, jotting down some more information.

"Yea the teacher said we'll be here for a few days, at least long enough to hit most of the museums.." Tobi droned into his phone, not paying attention to the guide's explanation of the reason a Washington Monument even existed.

"Cool. Well I'm leaving town for a few, so when you get back you'll be on your own for a few days. Don't burn the place down.." his dad answered from the other end of the line.

Tobi nodded, "Alright, pops."

"Don't call me that Tobi.. makes me feel old."

"You are old."

"See you next week, twerp."

Tobi smiled and cleared his throat, "Love ya, dad."

He ended the call and tucked his phone into his hoodie pocket, making sure to silence it as he put it away. He wasn't about to give his teacher another reason to get him in trouble -- so going without a phone was a must while she was around.

"Let's see... that monument has got to go," a girl muttered to his left, a pen and paper pad in her hands.

Tobi chuckled lightly and looked at the girl with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, "...I couldn't help but overhear you. Uhh, where exactly is the Washington Monument 'got to go'?"

Damien reached out and lightly patted his sister on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get a hotdog," he said, gesturing with his head to the vendor.

"Okay," Miri said, nodding her head. "Get me a drink too will you?"

Damien nodded and headed towards the vendor, pulling a couple bills out of his pocket. Damn those frankfurters smelled good. He got his food and drinks, paid for it, then headed back to Miri who he handed a bottle of juice to. Nodding her thanks, Miri drank her drink and Damien took a bite of his hotdog.

Yum.

"Hm?" started Isis, as she looked up from her notes to the boy before. "Where does it have to go?" she repeated with a puzzled look on her face. She tapped the pencil to her chin as she looked skyward.

"I don't know. The scrap pile, I suppose." She shrugged as she gave her answer. Maybe she could fill it down to a spike and use it in a war machine or something. Or perhaps just recycle the stones for use in pavement, since metals would work much better for something designed for killing.

Scribbling down a note about using it for pavement, she stuck her pen through the loop of her pad of paper and put more of her attention towards the boy before. "So, who are you? I don't believe we're met."

Tobi stuck out his hand, "Tobi. I'm here on a school tour-" he waved his hand around, "-museums n' shit, ya know? I live in New York, but I've never been down to the Capital."

Isis grabbed his hand and shook it, "Isis. I'm on a bit of a personal journey, you could say. I figured I might as well see what I'll be taking under my control soon."

Miri tilted her head to the side as she stared at the Washington Monument in the distance.

"Hey Dam, do you think that the Washington Monument can be a little smaller?" she asked her brother.

Damien, with his mouth full o hotdog, only shrugged and gestured with his head that usually meant, "Dunno. You gonna do something about it?"

Miri only smirked at her brother, then she lifted a hand and formed a gun with it, pointing her pointer finger at the monument. A little swirl of dark energy appeared at the tip of her finger, then with a small "Bang!" from Miri,the energy was set loose, shooting towards the monument.

There was a zoom as the energy flew, then it made contact with the tip of the monument, blowing off the pointed end and leaving a flat end.

"There we go!" Miri cried over the screaming of the crowd. Damien only rolled his eyes.

Tobi ducked out of reflex, "Shit! What the fuck-" he saw Isis just staring as pieces of monument rained down into the pool below, "-get down, chick!"

In the chaos he spied a girl with her hand aimed at the monument; a triumphant smirk was pasted across her face. Who the hell?

Isis didn't even bother to notice the chaos, pulling back out her notepad and crossed out all her notes on the monument, "Oh well that is one thing off my list I suppose."

Miri tilted her head to the side again and frowned a little, ignoring all the screaming people around her and the authorities trying to herd all the civilians away.

"I think I took too much off of the top," she muttered. "What do you think Dam?"

"I think that you're trying to get us in trouble," said Damien, ignoring the chaos around him as well.

Miri waved her hand around. "Pfft, as if these humans could do anything to retain us," she said.

"Maybe not them, but what about Mom? She just might toss us into the Pit of Despair when she finds out about this..."

Miri blanched and gulped. She had a tendency not to think before acting which leads her to trouble with her mother. And no matter what she does to cover up her little escapades, her mother always knows about it.

"Ahehe, I guess I wasn't thinking about that."

"No, of course you weren't."

Hayley blinked as the Washington Monument suddenly blew up, ducking her head as a piece of debree flew by her head.

"Hm...I didn't realize there were going to be fireworks..." she muttered to herself, then continuing to nod her head to the music on her i-Pod.

She was supposed to be here for a "school assignment" and write an article about the museums and monuments of D.C. In other words, her teachers and the principal wanted her out of their hair for a few weeks to repair the hole in the cafeteria's wall and rebuild the science lab...

Arun managed to play her PSP while sitting on top small wagon of her luggages. She was doing all fine and stuff on her game until her source of shade disappeared and everything went dusty as large debris started falling around her.

Arun huffed loudly before screaming in anger as she heard the music of her character's death started playing as she had become occupied with her new surroundings.

"WHY?!"

She began throwing a fit as she kicked away several rocks before stubbing her toe on a large debris beside her wagon.

"Fuck! Who dares interrupt my resting time on MY adventure in D.C. and put an AOE attack on me?!"

Tobi patted the dust off his hoodie and quickly felt himself over for any injuries; satisfied that he was unscathed, he gave Isis one last fleeting glance before hurrying over to another student who'd been pelted in the head with rubble.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, ohmygod! My head!" the girl shrieked as she tried to cover a massive gash across her forehead that bled freely down the side of her face.

"Chill, chill.. I got this," Tobi murmured, kneeling down and putting his hand over the girl's wound. He breathed in deeply and focused his chi to his palm. With a 'pop' his hand began to glow bright white and he quickly ran two fingers over the cut; the nasty wound healed instantly, leaving only a trace of dried blood.

"T-thank you so much!" the girl exclaimed as her fellow students came and picked her up. Tobi could hear sirens in the air.

He smiled easily and waved her off while dispelling the chi, which burst like a tiny star, sending slivers of light in all directions; he was glad there was a lot of dust in the air, or someone might have easily seen him.

Looking around, he spotted the girl again, this time accompanied by her twin. Reactively his hand reached down to his belt, where a slim, black cylinder was clipped; a small red button was engraved into one side with the word 'Open' engraved in silver.

Nah, Dante would cause a scene..

Removing his hand from the weapon almost reluctantly, Tobi walked over and wasted no time getting to the point, "Yo Emo Barbie, what's your major malfunction, hmm?" he asked, putting his hands in his pocket and looking at the girl expectantly.

(Emo Barbie... now doesn't that spark memories? XD)

Both Miri and Damien looked around when they heard Tobi's voice and both did a double take at the older boy. They couldn't be sure, but he looked familiar in some vague way...

"Emo Barbie?" Miri said, aghast. "That is an insult on not only me, but the rest of my subculture!"

"She's not Scene," Damien said offhandedly, reaching up to pat dust off of his own hoodie and simultaneously making sure that the sewn-on ears weren't damaged.

"Damn right I'm not!" Miri exclaimed. "And what do you mean major malfunction? I am not a robot!"

Damien sighed. Only his sister knew how to twist around a sentence.

Tobi donned a fake smile, "No, how could you be? I mean, when a robot does something it usually makes sense-" he jerked a thumb at the decapitated monument behind him, "-what you did makes no sense."

He looked at the girl a little more closely and for some reason his chest began to hurt. Shit, not now - not again..

A few months ago he'd started having nightmares, very vivid ones that involved a woman with flowing black hair; it was about the time he started having nightmares that his chest began to hurt -- sharp throbbing pains that made him feel like he was burning from the inside. He'd asked his father about it, but Obi had only donned a concerned, yet knowing look.

'It's your chi, son. Well, more like it's your mom's chi starting to show..'

That had been the only conversation they'd had on the subject, and neither father nor son brought it up again. Tobi just learned to cope.

"Who-" he winced and rested his hands on his knees for a moment, "-are you? And-" he winced again and clutched his chest, "-nnghh! Why the fuck did you clip a national treasure?"

Isis placed the pen into the spiral of the notepad, sticking the pad into her back pocket. She surveyed the area, noting the state of panic everyone was in. However, her expression remind blank though mildly curious as to what caused the monument to crumble. She spotted the boy she spoke to earlier talking to a set of twins.

Something about those twins was oddly familiar, as if she had met them before. She tried to recollect any memory of ever meeting twins like them, but found none.

Shrugging, Isis pulled off her red cap and shook all the dust from the rubble off of it. Placing it back on her head, she headed over to Tobi and the twins.

As she arrived, she caught the tail end of Tobi's statement, "Why the fuck did you clip a national treasure?"

Isis glanced over at Miri and spoke with a nuetral tone, "So it was you? Interesting. In any case, I must thank you for saving me the time and money of doing it myself."

Miri pouted a little and she had the decency to look sheepish. "My name is Mirianna and this is my brother, Damien," she said, gesturing to her brother. "And I only did that because I thought it was too tall and that it implied something indecent."

Damien snorted a little, causing his sister to give him a warning look. At that moment, Isis came over and said, "So it was you? Interesting. In any case, I must thank you for saving me the time and money of doing it myself."

Miri and Dam only gave her a disbelieving look and said, "You're welcome?" in their speak-in-unison habit.

Then they felt it; a short but strong burst of familiar energy. They looked around, having sensed that the energy very close to them and thinking that the person who harbored it was going to appear. But they didn't see her, only the panicked people around them and the girl and boy they were talking to, the latter looking like he was in pain.

The twins exchanged confused glances, then Damien asked Tobi, "Hey dude, you all right?"

Tobi sucked in a few deep breaths and straightened up; his eyes were closed as he nodded, "Yup, I'm just dandy."

He was a little embarrassed about this latest episode, so he dropped the 'scolding' he was going to give the girl. He didn't want any attention - from anyone - at the moment. Mentally he put down a note to call his dad, but that'd have to wait till he was somewhere alone.

"I'm Tobi," he said, introducing himself.

"And I am Isis," The young genius introduced herself as well, pushing her glasses further back, "And now that we're all acquainted, it is in my opinion that we leave before homeland security arrives."

"Hmmmm?" Miri hummed, turning around and spotting several police officers running towards them, probably thinking they needed help. "I guess so..."

Damien sighed and lifted his shoulders a bit in a shrug. "Where do we go then?" he asked.

"What do you mean, where do we go?" Tobi asked, cocking an eyebrow curiously, "-I'd love to join your little band of misfits, but I'm already under enough pressure to keep my nose clean."

He turned to leave, but caught sight of a kid pointing at him while talking to a policeman. Shit.

"On second thought, you seem like a fun lot-" he looked back at the twins and Isis, "-I'd suggest we go hide in the Lincoln Memorial?"

"Ah, good idea. Now which way was it again," Isis pondered looking around then instantly remembered, "Okay it's this way."

She pointed to the right, then headed in that direction, expecting the others to follow her.

Miri and Dam followed, Dam with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets and Miri with her hands clasped at her back, staring at her feet as she walked.

"Now look at the mess you've made," Damien scolded his sister. "I wouldn't be surprised if Mom not only pushes us into the Pit of Despair but also sends in Lola as well."

Miri blanched and groaned. "Not Lola! She's so naggy and rants about everything without stopping!"

"You brought this on all of us Miri."

"Shut up or I'll tell that Tobi guy you think he's hot."

Damien sputtered and blushed. "I do not! Stop making things up!"

Miri only stuck out her tongue childishly.

Tobi followed Isis, every now and then looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't followed; this school trip was turning into hell, and he was sure he'd end up getting blamed for defacing a monument.

"This blows donkey dong.." he commented, "-big, throbbing, donkey dong."

He just wanted to have fun -- that was his only goal in life, and somehow even that was unachievable. He blamed it all on his father's genes; his parent's notorious bad luck was somehow washing off on him.

Leading the way and not bothering to see if they were being followed, Isis headed to the Abraham Memorial. The people around them were state of panic, some even shoved into Isis. Her eye twitched slightly in annoyance, but otherwise she seemed perfectly calm about the situation.

"Here we are," Isis said when they reached the front of the memorial.

Miri and Damien stood behind Isis, looking up at the sitting Abraham Lincoln like servants looking at the king on his throne.

"And here we have yet another example of how over-the-top and exaggerated humans can be," Miri said in a mocking tour guide voice.

"Dad has statues of himself way taller then this," Damien muttered.

"Then I'll add demons to the mix," Miri said with an eye roll. "Anyway, so what are we here for? I kinda don't want to experience the hassle of the post 'terrorist attack' and mingle with the authorities."

"My dad has a few highschool football trophies, and that's about it," Tobi offered, leaning against one of the marble pillars that held up the memorial's roof.

"We're hiding in plain sight," Isis answered Miri with a matter of fact tone, "They're expecting some middle age, possibly middle eastern man to be the 'terrorist', I'm sure. Thus they won't suspect a couple of teenagers hanging out at the Lincoln Memorial."

"In any case, I'm curious as to how you destroyed that monument. Did you use a bomb, a disintegration ray, or possibly something else entirely," She continued, looking at the twins expectantly. She really wanted to know how they accomplished something like destroying a monument. She may be able to harness that power for herself to use for her plans of World Domination.