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The room was spinning, and Ty's head was hurting worse than it had in a long time, but from what he could tell, he was no longer in a vehicle. In fact, he was strapped down to some sort of an operating table, or a hospital bed, or something. The room smelled sterile, and the bright lights made it even harder to focus, though he couldn't tell if the tears streaming down his face were from the lights or from whatever emotional state whatever they'd knocked him out with had put him in. He could vaguely see some figure in a white coat standing over him, and he struggled against his restraints.

They actually had put wooden blocks between his arms and the armrests of the bed so that his hands wouldn't be able to come into contact with anything. They knew about his power, apparently. Things finally came into focus, but he still couldn't identify his captors because the only person in the room was wearing a face-mask and some sort of headcover.

"Let me go you ****ing coward. You couldn't do **** if I wasn't tied down..."

"I doubt that, Mr. Fisher. From what I understand, you've lost your touch," the harsh feminine voice practically hissed.

His blood ran cold, not just at the mention of his name, but the way it was said. Ty knew he didn't always walk the straight and narrow. But the way this woman said his name, it was almost as if she was speaking a curse.

"We've been looking for you for a long time, Mr. Fisher...and now...we've finally got you."

He felt another jab in his arm, this one much more forceful than the lady in the van had been, and very slowly, everything went all blurry again before fading to black.

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His eyes flew open after some time. He found himself in a sterile room, painfully white, obnoxious lights buzzing overhead that he was forced to stare into. He went to sit up, but he couldn't. His arms were tied down, and his hands couldn't reach anything.

"What's going on? I didn't mean to steal that car! Okay, I did....but I was gonna put it back I promise!" His head was killing him, and fighting against the restraints seemed to do nothing. there didn't even seem to be anyone else here. God...he felt like his brain was about to pop out of his eye sockets...And the lights didn't help. So he just closed his eyes, trying to ignore it long enough to go to sleep.

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Ty Fisher awoke on a hard park bench as a bitter wind blew through. "God that was a weird-ass series of dreams..." he grumbled.

Sitting up, he pulled his leather jacket even tighter and adjusted his green fingerless gloves. He realized he had nothing else on him. No knife. No phone, no wallet. "Somebody musta stole my **** while I was asleep," he groaned as he stood to his feet.

His hair was shaggy and unkempt, his clothes were dirty, but his face was ridiculously smooth as he walked his way through the park, looking for a target to swipe some money off of. There was a small skip to his step as his icy blue eyes scanned the still dark area, though the sun would probably be up soon. Maybe he'd find a good mark before then.

After all, he was sixteen. And teenage boys required a lot of food. And a lot of food requires a lot of money.

Kansas had been rather nice to Ty over the past year or so he'd been there. He'd settled down and started a new life in a rural small town area, and was head of a small vigilante group he'd dubbed the Neighborhood Watch. Every now and then he would have these weird...flashes of...something? They weren't memories, or at least he didn't think so. But they felt like it. They weren't dreams because they hit him when he was wide awake. They weren't too big of a hinderence, but they were a bit disturbing to say the least.

In the day, Ty worked in a small-town antique shop where he was able to use his powers to aid in his work. But at night he and three other mutants worked with(and against) the local police force to keep the town of Lenexa clean and crime free.

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A black van was parked outside of Taylor's Treasure Trove at around noon. "Customer just left. No traffic for miles, and the only person inside seems to be the target. We've got him. Move in." The blonde woman in the passenger seat spoke, while a blue haired gentleman sat in the driver's seat in silence. Simultaneously, the two of them stepped out of the van, both clad in black, and strolled into the shop where Ty was sitting, honestly half asleep.

Ding-Dong!

The chiming of the bell woke Ty from his daze as the pair walked in and separated, looking at various objects. The male brought an old jug to the counter, and Ty reached out to ring it up when the man suddenly grabbed Ty's hand. "Hey! What the--"

Blue electricity arced from the man's hands and climbed up Ty's body, stunning him right as Brooke jumped the counter and tackled the ginger mutant to the ground. But grabbing his shirt stopped the blonde woman in her tracks.

Running water. Dog using a hydrant. Baby crying. Shoe stepping in gum. All black and white silent scenes just as random flashed before Brooke's mind as this gave Ty the opening he needed as the stun wore off and he was able to move. Quickly, he swept Brooke's leg and then darted out of the back. His feet ran pattered down the street as he ran for dear life. Then...he felt a sharp sting in the back of his neck and he went down, hard. His vision was blurred, but he was able to just make out two figures standing over him.

"Trying to leave your life of crime? You're very good at hiding, Ty Fisher. But we've got you now."

He tried to ask what the hell she was talking about, but no words came out as the world faded into darkness.

Ty had spent most of the day sitting in Jotunheim, in front of the computer screen, playing a game. His leg no longer hurt, but he still used the cane for his slight limp, which meant he was still sidelined and stuck to the boring behind the scenes aspects of Ragnarok. Paperwork, surveillance, tracking members, and that sort of thing never really suited the red-headed rogue's fancy.

Thankfully, Ty had Republic of Legendcraft to fall back on; Ty had spend most of his time sidelined leveling up his Rogue rather than doing his actual work(which he still managed to get done, albeit last minute.) So while he wasn't able to do any fun Ragnarok missions done in the real world, he could complete raids and quests with his guild online.

Guild, in this case meant a healer, Sporklady 200, a tank, Evildoctor_fishface, and himself.

Sporklady200: You guys up for another one?
Evildoctor_fishface: Sure, I've got another hour.
Redheadeddevil: Yeah, I'm supposed to be working, but I've got another round in me.

-Redheadeddevil has logged out-

As soon as Ty hit enter, however, his entire screen went black.

"What the hell?"

Before he could hit anything, a lone window popped up, also black, but with white text.

'You took quite a bit of work to find. You have been a thorn in the sides of my employers, so now, I get to be a thorn in yours.'

'What makes you think I'll let you?'

'You don't have a choice, Redheadeddevil. Or should I say Ty? It'd be a real shame if your rap sheet got out. Or if something happened to your little friends....or your sister...'

Ty's face went pale.

'Now, you will do exactly as I say, or you will regret it.'

Ty sighed, typing a simple 'okay.'

'There's a good Fishy. Now...I will text you your instructions. Enjoy your game.'

The screen went back to World of Legendcraft's loading screen, but he promptly shut the game off, and went to grab a beer to clear his head.

That role has been filled, but I could definitely work in some drama with Aura...

After all, Ty did pretty much leave the order for Ragnarok, and she did know Ty...in fact I think she played a role in recruiting him to the Order, if I'm not mistaken...

Well, I sorta do plan on shelving Ty for good; I feel he's made a good long run on MRO, but it's time to bring in a new face and have a different kind of fun.

I'm sort of doing a jigsaw puzzle with this thing, taking bits and pieces of different ideas and adding them to one I had earlier today to make one big, epic plot.

I do like the idea of cops being involved, actually. He always did end up on the wrong side of the law. And I already kinda pulled the coma card lol

Where do I begin?

First off, I'd like to apologize to all I had plots and threads with. I have had a lot ob my plate for awhile; between work and a pregnant Penguin being on bedrest. Also, I'm happy to inform you that within the next few weeks or so, I'll be the father of a bouncing baby Fishguin (It's a boy!)

I plan to return, little by little. Maybe chill in the cbox at first, then work my way up. See what happens. Considering starting from scratch, look at it from another character's eyes.

We miss you guys, but Fishy ain't gone yet.


With love,
Fishy, Penguin, and soon to be Fishguin/Fishy Jr