Zia felt stupid and like she was just making everything worse. Moreover she was sick of Cornelius talking about 'good' and 'evil' like they were even real - she didn't believe their was any absolute right or wrong, much less any kind of god. Thinking their was just led to violence and wars and other horrible things humans insisted on doing to each other because their opinion was the 'right' one. Neil meant well but his ideas were going too far too fast and, frankly, he was kind of an insensitive dickhead. She apologised to Luna - she was just scared and that was her way of dealing with it. She was going to argue with Neil some more but then Jessica made her outburst.
"Well, okay then..." Zia said awkwardly after a moment, a little taken back by her violent threat. She didn't mean it but it didn't really support their arguments. She caught a thought from Cornelius, Of course, Zia or Telepath Boy, it says something she chose anger instead of a calm shutdown. Not my intention, but it provides us all information on her character. She didn't reply, rather placing a hand gently on her shoulder, "It's ok, Jessica. None of us are thinking straight. Shit, I don't even know was I yelled like that... All the thoughts in my head are screwing with my own, heh." She grimaced. Ciro was right - she was tired, even if the mind reading was involuntary just organizing them was giving her a migraine. "Yeah, you've got a point. Still..." She said quietly then approached the board.
Zia - Professor X - 3
Considering she had nearly killed a man this morning, 3 seemed the least score she could get away with in terms of danger. Not reality warper dangerous but nevertheless a worry. Frankly she thought Victor might have a point, "Neil, you don't know anything more than we do about these powers or the fire - maybe there is evidence of what happened. It might lead to a way to change us back. You don't know." She told him sternly, "I'm gonna try and look for the missing student's thoughts when I can think straight again."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”Cornelius is way too insensitive not to mention...ah, out of touch. Terry knew he kinda meant well, but all the same that didn't excuse all those hurtful comments, though maybe the fact he considered those opinions the truth might well be sad on its own. Terry felt that if someone had that kind of view of their fellow man, something had to have gone wrong.
He walked toward the blackboard and sighed.
This was it, this...this was in some way shape or form his commitment, to this whole Sentry idea. He could not just run away and close up his mind to the fact that this happened, this was real, and that...that really, he could do a lot with these powers, for many people.
I will be the Sentry of mankind.
But that, with all it entailed, required responsibility, and taking heed of the Void rather than simply wishing it to go away and not bother him.
"Terry Bramford, Sentry...2 / 1. I am not sure yet if I've inherited Sentry's reality breaking powers. But just to be safe...putting it up there."
He looked over at the others, pondering what they would do once they had everything together. Terry knew he wanted to get involved in an Avengers type Super Team, but was that even possible? Weren't vigilantism laws really strict?
Looking at Zia with a slightly raised eyebrow, Cornelius briefly speaks "I acquired breakfast at school, and saw no traces of the green fire. I also got mere confusion when I asked about Jerry the Janitor. If there is any evidence, then we'll need a high-class mage or super tech to scan for it. I would actually support investigation into finding evidence however." Staying in his seat, Cornelius lets loose a little sigh before trying to think at Zia.
"I know I've caused a bit of a mess regarding the comment we could be damned to villainy or influenced by our power donors. Let me explain a bit about myself. I do not believe in concrete ideas of good and evil, those are completely subjective to society's whims. They could of easily called murder the pinnacle of good or healing the ultimate of evil for example. Mainly the only reason I've even been using the word villain is because most people wouldn't understand my point there. I just thought I would try telling you to prove I do not see anyone as potential villains. However, I want to point out I see a monster as something completely different than a villain. I see a monster as someone completely embraced as an antagonistic force, unrepentant of their vile acts. I could understand and sympathize with a villain, a monster I cannot. So even if I do consider someone a potential villain, I don't consider them damned or deserving of hate."
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass.""I... certainly hope not." Benjy muttered under his breath as he watched Cornelius walk back to his chair. On the phone, Ruth replied instantly. I don't understand... why did this happen to me? She asked. I can see through everything. God, Cornelius, it's so big. The internet. I can see it all. So many webcams all over the world, I could find you in an instant. Silence. I can see my home... I think my Mom called an ambulance. The security cameras on the street are showing me... that's my body! It's completely still. I can see my body, Mom's crying... I want to reach out, but I can't. I feel trapped, I want to hug her...
"You're Nightcrawler!" Benjy told Victor, smiling brightly at him. "I love Nightcrawler. He's such a cool character! Do you feel like you love swordsmanship? Because that would be awesome!" He sang that last word, suddenly adopting the stance of someone holding a sword, fencing an invisible enemy.
"I don't know about you guys," Ice Girl said, writing down her name (Sarah) on the board. "But I don't wanna lose my powers. Yeah, sure, it sucks being made out of ice, but... look at all the cool stuff I can do!" She placed her hands together, creating a statue of herself. "Look! I'm pretty sure I can fly through the sky with my ice powers. Maybe we can't be superheroes or supervillains... but we sure as hell could use our abilities for something. We could basically breeze through the rest of life. We've just been given a huge opportunity!"
Benjy cleaned his throat. "First, we should learn how to better use our powers. The comics can give us ideas how to use them, but I'm pretty sure we'll need to study our abilities before we can do the real crazy stuff—"
At that moment, there was a sudden crash as something flew through the half-open window, crashing through several desks and hitting the wall on the other side. After the 'dust' settled, the kids would see someone who clearly looked older than his actual age... that, and the fact this shaggy brown-haired boy was shirtless, wearing very loose, very baggy jeans and showing some muscles that would put any jock in their place.
"Uh." The kid said, standing up. "Guys? I think I can fly."
"Johnathan?" Benjy asked, raising an eyebrow. The name would refresh everyone's memory of who Johnathan was: the fat kid on school, leader of the D&D club, owner of several kinds of social anxiety and target of everyone's mocking. And there he was, with a body that would surely gain him several spots on magazines.
"Hey, Benjy. Hey, everyone." Johnathan stammered. "... I really don't know how to put this, you guys, but... I think I might have turned into Superman."
edited 12th May '15 8:15:44 AM by GrateEscape
Developments
"An investigation sounds good...maybe see if that green fire appeared elsewhere, and if people in other places started gaining superpowers" Alex agreed, writing 3 next to his powers. "And I've already bonded with my symbiote. Separating us two is...not recommended at this point.''
You bet! I like you as my host, and nobody is taking you away from me! Bobby agreed.
Were the puppy eyes necessary? How does a symbiote even do puppy eyes?!
Uh-huh! it happily chirped, completely ignoring his question about how it was able to perform the puppy-eyed look without pupils.
When Jonathan crashed into the room, Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise. As a fellow outcast, the kickboxer was amicable towards the kid since they were both seen in a negative light. He remembered first talking to Jonathan after beating the shit out of some assholes who shoved him right into his (Alex's) locker.
I've heard about the wonders of Puberty, but this is ridiculous. Alex mentally deadpanned, before he greeted Jonathan with a small smirk. "Hey Jon. Looks like you can hold your own now."
edited 12th May '15 8:32:41 AM by svenorzokarkoff
"Hey," Amy said to Ciro, "ten year-olds will be sixteen year-olds one day. Gotta have connections." She chuckled, showing she was joking, before going ramrod straight as Johnathon crashed into the room.
She stared, wide-eyed, for a moment. That was Johnathon? She shook herself mentally and gave a whistle, instead. "L-looking good!" she said, a little disturbed. She could barely recognize him!
Blake just ignored the discussion of possibly removing powers - his were part of him now and others could try and get rid of their own but he was keeping them. And besides, none of them knew anything about the green fire so reversing it would be nigh-impossible.
...And then Jonathan barged in, in the most spectacular of fashions.
Hot damn.
Blake thought ... and, as he was distracted, accidentally transmitted to Jonathan. He stood there, gawping, as the superman revealed himself.
edited 12th May '15 11:24:51 AM by TenebrousGaze
"Jeez, I can't even imagine her being that old..." Ciro said, in reply to Amy. She seemed like a nice person. Maybe he'd ask to join her library session later on; he should probably do some research on his own power anyway.
Ice Girl's- no, Sarah's- words got him thinking. What could he actually do by vanishing? Win every game of hide-and-seek? Convince his neighbours that their apartment block was haunted? Hey, he might actually be able to make a dollar or two out of that-
And then his brain put invisibility and quick cash together to make a far less savoury option, one he fervently pushed away. That was bad, and he felt bad for even considering it. And I thought I'd stopped thinking about that stuff...
Wrapped up as he was, it took Ciro a moment to notice that something was flying towards the window. Really quickly, in fact. He barely had the sense to duck down before it crashed into the room, creating a huge mess in its wake.
It was... a shirtless guy. A really buff shirtless guy. Not exactly high on the list of things he'd been expecting.
There had to be a dozen 'Johnathans' or 'Johns' on campus, but the others seemed to recognise this one. Ciro busied himself with righting the fallen desks, distracting himself from the fact that the new arrival was also, er, quite distracting. "A-Are you alright? That would've killed a regular guy."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobA beep on Amy's phone confirmed that he'd be there with her and Victor.
Tim let out a low whistle. Johnathon was an okay GM, rolling with the shenanigans Amy and the group put him through, and a great player to have in a dungeon crawl. Other than that, he was a good friend, among Tim's small list.
"What Amy said," he reiterated when he wrote his name on the board, as Benjy instructed. On the 'Powers' column, he put two names; "Ghost Rider" or "Burning/Blazing Skull". Both had question marks at the end.
edited 13th May '15 6:33:22 AM by KR_Vandal
Terry looked over and registered the fact that a large, muscular guy just apparently stumbled into the room. He immediately went running over to the guy's side to help him up - just because Terry was the kind that went to help people if something happened.
"J-Johnathan? Wow...you...uh, I think you..."
Terry tried to search for the right words to fit what exactly happened to Johnathan, but couldn't find them.
The two were of a rather similar size now, though Terry never really wore revealing enough clothes to show that he actually was of any particularly impressive appearance, which combined with his slightly slouched stance made him less imposing.
And the drinker of the sun's radiance joins us. How wonderful.
"Wait wasn't that the nerd I rejected after he asked me on a date?" Luna wondered out loud as she looked at Jonathan, unsure if he was indeed the same guy.
"Well whatever," she muttered to herself, shrugging, as she went to write her name on the board. It was obvious,whose power she had at this point so it didn't seem to hurt to write it.
Luna Black- Black Adam (?)
Just like terry, Luna was unsure on what number to use. But after some quick google search, this guy started world war 3 on comics. It was him alone against literally every other superhero
◊ now that was bad ass in her opinion.
"This powers are the only good thing on my life and I am not getting rid of them," she said to no one in particular.
edited 13th May '15 2:32:41 AM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.Johnathan Ribeiro blew his nose on one of his many napkins, trying to stuff them inside the little plastic bag he had pulled out of his backpack. His pudgy hands struggled to reach over the gap inbetween his own body and the trash can in front of him, his body refusing to leave the comfort of the toilet, especially because of the noises he heard outside.
He wheezed, cleaning the smudge of his black shirt, groaning as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "Come on, come on, get off..." Johnathan grumbled to himself, his voice wet and stuffed, probably because of his cheeks. It wasn't his fault, really. He had been pushed to do it... they all thought it was funny. Make Fat Johnathan ask the cool, rebel Luna out for a date. Her rejection was so harsh, so vivid, he could barely contain himself. The puke that Jerry was currently cleaning up was a sign of what happened later.
"I-I'm so dumb..." Johnathan bemoaned, tears staining his glasses as he took 'em out, cleaning his eyes in the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm so dumb. I'm so... useless. " He said, sobs turning into full on cries after he heard the snickers coming from outside the toilet. Probably other kids laughing about him. Yeah, that's what they usually did. " I'm so useless. What good do I bring this world? Everyone thinks I'm dumb. My mom would be better off without me... I should just kill my— "
"Johnny?" Jerry's kindly, wrinkled voice came through the doors of the stall. Johnathan froze, his voice getting lodged on his throat, even as he heard the clinks of the keys to the stall being pulled out of Jerry's belt. There was a clack, and his door opened, Jerry's face immediately turning into a frown once he saw the kid's current state. "Oh. Johnny. Is everything alright?"
" Yes. " Johnathan stammered in a high pitched voice, just like he usually did when near people (except on the D&D Club, the only place where he didn't need to be fat, dumb, useless Johnathan Ribeiro). " Please leave me alone. "
"Johnny, you've got class in ten minutes, and you sure as hell aren't going into Ms. Branston's room with that look on your face."
"I-I don't wanna go to class." Johnathan said, looking up at Jerry. "They'll just laugh at me anyway, because I puked my guts in front of Luna."
"... Johnny, you're not the first person to... vomit out of anxiety!" Jerry chuckled, getting on one knee. "Stop hating on yourself. You did nothing wrong!"
"Y-yes I did! I got out of bed today, that's what I did wrong." Johnathan yelled, tears streaming down his face again. "I should just stay bed, eating, g-g-getting fatter, that's all I'm good for!"
"Do you really think that's true?" Jerry asked solemnly.
"Yes! That's all I should do! Just... get fatter and fatter until I have a heart attack and then the world will be better because they have one less useless idiot to care about!"
"Johnny, don't say that—"
"And then people will come to my grave and they'll say boy isn't it great that he's dead now we can feed the entirety of Africa because that's how fat he was and there'll be entire celebrations and my family will be happier without me as a burden and they won't have to care about my fat ass anymore and—" Johnathan's rant was interrupted by his rapid breathing suddenly turning into painful panting. Jerry reached over, caressing his back and speaking on a soft voice to calm him down.
"There, there, breath it out..." Jerry said, waiting until Johnathan was back to normal breathing. "Johnny... you know your club that you run every Thursday? I've seen people walk into that room with big ol' frowns and come out with gigantic smiles. And I may not know much about your game, but I know one thing: you're responsible for those smiles. Do you really think that makes you unworthy to be alive?"
"B-but—" Johnathan coughed up as Jerry cleaned his cheeks with a napkin. "— I'm so useless to the world, I'll never do anything worth a damn..."
"Anything worth a damn? Johnathan, you're seventeen! Nobody in this school has done anything worth a damn. And that's not something you should be thinking about right now... you're still young. You need to enjoy your life! And once you get into college, then start worrying about doing something worth a damn. You're not gonna save the world when you're seventeen, alright?"
Johnathan meekly, and silently, nodded.
"How about you clean those tears and get out of this bathroom?"
"They'll laugh at me." Johnathan added.
"They laughed at Einstein. They laughed at Mandela. Are you gonna tell me those folks didn't do anything worth a damn?" Jerry asked in a half-chuckle. "Those people out there, laughing at you? They don't have half of the potential you have." Jerry patted Johnathan in the back. "You have the potential to be great, Johnny. Don't weigh yourself down with 'what-ifs'."
Johnathan stood up, struggling a little, before sniffing one last time and giving Jerry a small, bright smile. "There's the Johnny I know." Jerry said, nodding. "Now, come on. Ms. Branston don't take too kindly to people who arrive late at her class."
All of the comments regarding Johnathan's sudden buffness immediately dropped a huge weight on the boy's conscience. He covered up his pecks, shrinking back. "P-please stop looking at me!" Johnathan yelped, trying to hide himself. "I j-just need a shirt, please. I think mine burned off when I-I was flying here... "
Sarah raised her hand, gingerly, as a wave of ice swept over Jonathan, leaving him with a bright blue, slightly twinkling shirt. "It's the best I could do. A normal person would be feeling pretty cold, but... I'm not so sure you're normal."
Johnathan looked down at his shirt, his shoulders sighing with relief as he leaned forward, wincing a little. Looking down at his feet, he realized his shoes had also burned up (probably when he flew off the ground) and he had just stepped on a shard of glass. Said shard of glass had also broken into a thousand pieces as if it had just hit a slab of metal.
"Johnathan, man, what happened to you?" Benjy asked incredulously.
"I-It was that fire last night." Johnathan replied only when he made sure the shirt was covering up his chest. "When it hit me, I felt... myself getting smaller? Or was it t-taller? I can't remember." He raised an eyebrow. "I woke up like... this. I could breathe easier... didn't need my glasses... pretty much all of my clothes didn't fit me- I'm holding this one up with string. I tried to run to school and... I ran so fast, I think I ended up in another state. It felt..." A big, dumb smile came to his face. "... amazing. But it hurt, a lot. I was hearing things so far away... smelling scents on the other side of the planet. I think I tried burying my hand in the sand to stop, but it wouldn't. Flying helped. Yeah, did I mention that? I f-f-flew, Benjy!" He took a moment to regain his breath out of excitement. "It took my mind off everything else, let me think a little. Like I said— I-I think I'm Superman. I think I'm Superman!" He added, laughing to himself. "Oh, isn't that aw—"
Johnathan's hands soared to his head, as he fell to his knees, screaming in pain. "AH, GOD, IT'S BACK!" He yelled, groaning as his eyes darted from one side to the other. He banged his head against the wall, trying to stop the noises and accidentally creating a crack on the wall that went all the way up to the ceiling. "MY HEAD, I CAN'T STOP... AAAAH!"
"Johnathan!" Benjy yelped, getting close to his friend- but not close enough, out of a twinge of fear. "Listen to my voice... try to focus on it!" He turned to Zia. "You're a telepath, can't you do something?! Maybe help him focus?!"
Cornelius was feeling pretty good, he acquired an extremely powerful ally and possible friend who's so far a secret, with the only issue being her obsession to return to the material realm. Then she told him about finding her body and her crying mother. Sitting still, staring a bit at his phone, Cornelius' fingers slowly reach for his head and slide through his hair. "Shit, we really did get screwed over... This, this is so... stupid, not able to do anything to punish our empowerers. I utterly hate not being to do what's right! The way society is, the evils throughout the omniverse, and more specifically these damned empowerers. All those monsters just think life is their play toy... I promise all of you that have been warped, I will one day punish our empowerers. Promise for life."
With his thoughts finished, Cornelius cracked his fingers against each other and starts to type a message to Ruth, only to be interrupted by someone crashing through the room. Looking through the destruction, Cornelius simply puts his face into his right palm, not really paying attention to anything said. "There will be questions just about the commotion and the desks alone. Johnathon's physical change is also just too blatant and obvious, so shit will clearly go down. Yet nobody wants to side with the one person here who knows what society really is. They either think they have no right to do so, or moronically think that's wrong. If I must, then I will be their lone savior, because somebody is going to have to protect them from the world. Why couldn't they have been secretly like-minded individuals? People who know society's core is hatred, greed, and lust for power. Makes this so much harder to protect them if they think I'm the enemy. But a hero doesn't do the things they do because its easy though..."
His thoughts trailing off as he starts trying to figure out what to plan, Cornelius' eyes suddenly shot up as he heard Johnathon starting to freak out. His own eyes wide, Cornelius suddenly calls out as he starts manipulating the metal of the desks Johnny plowed through "Stand clear everyone! I'm going to envelop his ears to try blocking out the noise!" Quickly following those words, Cornelius quickly but delicately moves masses of metal to envelop the sides of Johnny's head whilst mentally shouting "Help him! Shut down his senses, make him unconscious, just do something!" In addition to that, Cornelius tries his best to cancel any vibrations from moving through the metal.
edited 13th May '15 12:48:17 PM by Kkutwar
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."As Cornelius' thoughts took a darker and darker tone, shadows seemed to dart around the peripheral edge of his vision. Due to his experience in telepathy, it was relatively easy for the living shadow to establish a connection with him, and it overheard all of his statements.
Now...this sounds...familiar. The voice was at once everywhere, coming from everyone, but no one at the same time. It spoke with the voice of Zia, Cornelius' parents, and everyone from the empowering incident, many many voices synthesized into one.
You are frustrated with the others, and their complacency in an unjust world. You remind me of the last man I formed a contract with. For that reason alone, I would be willing to form...a bargain with you.
The Void was not capable yet of even manifesting without a good deed from Sentry, and had little "capability" right now. However, it was still very capable of mental speech.
Zia saw Jonathan and was, for once, rendered silent. She knew him from her few visits to the Dn D club - she never ended up joining because not long after her mum was diagnosed with breast cancer and Zia was too busy for much of anything recreational. Around that time she remembered he blew chunks all over his shirt after trying to ask Luna out. She would have given him her support but she was too busy. She still felt bad for not being his friend. However, now seemed time to make up as he screamed at his new perceptions.
She was kneeling before him before Benjy could even finish his sentence. Cornelius was trying to surround his head in inert metal but that was just going to get in her way, Neil, stop -it won't be enough. Let me try to help without knocking him out, please. Zia placed her hands lightly on his temples by some sort of instinct. That or she had seen way too much Star Trek. John would find her fingers impossible to remove by virtue of her mental influence and she stared into his panicked eyes and spoke. "John. Focus on my voice." Her words were spoken both aloud and into his mind, soothing but firm. "You're eyes and ears and nose are here in the study hall - nowhere else. You don't have to think about anything else in the world. I know you can sense them but I want you to focus on your breathing and my voice. Everything else is like passing traffic." She tried to sort through his mind as her voice rang through it, to compartmentalize his agony so he could listen. "You notice the world but don't interact, don't dwell on it and let it go as easily as it came."
Zia was exhausted but didn't care right now, she could feel John's agony as if it were her own. The telepath breathed in and out with the boy and slowed them simultaneously as well as she could. "Feel to your body, your breathing as the air moves in and out. How the air moves through your lips into your lungs and out again." She felt like a tosser for talking like this but it was part of this form of meditation. Zia worked to calm his mind and allow it to dull the senses beyond the room by itself.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”The words streaming through his head, Cornelius' face flashes a little snarl of actual hate as he turns it away from the others, thinking inwardly at the thing inside his mind. "I am not a fool demon, any bargain you offer has nothing to do with salvation. Destruction is all you want! I wish to free humanity from its ignorance, and show it a brand new age! Anything you offer-" Stopping his rant at what he thinks is Zia calling into his mind, Cornelius clenches his hands and reluctantly withdraws the metal plates due to worry it'll just panic Johnathon further. Glancing at Lord Sentry with hateful, if possibly worried, eyes Cornelius returns his attention to Johnathon.
"Fine, demon, if none of these humans will work with me... Then perhaps I need to work with something that isn't one of them. So tell me, why should I accept your bargain? In all honesty, I can work with humanity's destruction. I have sufficiently low hopes I could even make them understand the truth anyways."
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."Salvation and Destruction have always been entwined forces. In giving the Hebrew people Salvation, the Egyptian people from the lowest peasant to mighty Pharaoh felt my hate and wroth.
The Void then considered what it was hearing and continued, I am willing to become your Secret Weapon, to be unleashed upon stupid, ignorant humans who would scorn your better future - simply write the name of he who must die in...a Notebook, and then I will read it and exact a fitting - ironic - end. All I require is that when you become powerful, you create The Sentry Serum...so that I may overcome this ignominy and become as I should be once again.
Slightly smiling with soft demented chuckling, Cornelius composes himself before thinking. "My, Shinigami-san, a notebook is so... blasé, don't you think? Though, are there any limitations of this deal you would like to offer? Because I have a very prominent starting point for your spree of massacres: Everyone involved in North Korea's ruler ship. If that's too far away for you, then well I've just have to get back to you later. Criminals are simply a symptom of the real disease, and with the power I have there's no point in that. So swift strikes against prominent leaders of, well, disagreeable systems will do. Though, if you can leave your host and go murder, I do have a suggestion if this counts as part of our deal... Comb the streets for drug dealers, traffickers and any other lovely people of that sort... And end them, leaving a message at those bloody sites that this is the dawn of a new age. The age of humanity and its sin is over, now is the time of violent change in the name of perfection."
One soft little smirk forming on his face, Cornelius thinks once more at the demon. "I will also be willing to make the Sentry Serum, so is that something I'll need to work out or something you'll share? I'm afraid we don't have super-science of that kind thing, so it isn't something I can just concoct unless I can get a sample from your host."
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."I knew I would come to like you. A notebook is blase, but it probably be to your liking, no? Yes, I am quite capable of leaving Terry, though only when he does a "good" deed. However, things are swiftly changing. I will do as you request, upon their site of death the world will see a message.
The Void's own demented sounding laughter in Cornelius' head, The Serum is not so complicated. All you need do is find the right people and the right ingredients, and my hand will guide you.
Terry meanwhile was trying to help Johnathan, though he was keeping his distance enough so as not to crowd his fellow super strength imbued superhuman. He looked over at Zia, silently urging her to do whatever it was she was going to do.
Terry tried to project his calming, healing light aura, as he had read the Sentry was capable of doing, a calm bright light showing in his palm.
If only I knew what was plaguing him so. Please, Johnathan, calm down...
edited 13th May '15 6:53:50 PM by NickTheSwing
Struggling a little from keeping his smirk from growing, Cornelius thinks at the demon. "Assumptions are a very dangerous thing to make, and merely liking something doesn't mean it shall be emulated. Besides, I have no intention on being a failure like Kira. Thus mental communion will work for now, no demon? As for finding the right people, would you be capable of abducting individuals? Capturing the world's leading scientists on the various genetic sciences such as biochemistry should be of some help. Of course, if we could harness the green flame, then we could just make all the super-intelligent geniuses we want. So, any help there on the green fire subject?"
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."Amy smirked at Ciro's words. "Makes me glad I don't have a sibling, honestly. It must be pretty creepy." After she received Tim's text, she said, "Yeah, you can come along to the library too. Should be fun."
Then Johnathon started breaking down. "Shit," she breathed. She didn't touch him - she didn't want to distract from whatever Zia was doing - but she knelt down near him. The guy had always been a lot of fun, so it was the least she could do. The absolute least, since really she wasn't doing anything, but- "Just listen to her dude," she said quietly, even though he might not be able to hear her. At the thought, she looked at Cornelius. He was a dick, but...he was helping. She'd have to thank him later.

"Well, since everyone's volunteering..."
Benedict strode up to the board and wrote on it.
Benedict - Deadpool (5)
"And now I feel strangely inadequate with only regeneration and some annoying voices in my head."
Hey, we have a teleportation belt! ...right?
I don't think a belt qualifies as a power.
That other guy got the Blue Beetle's scarab.
Well, I suppose we could ask the GM to slip it in...
I hardly need teleporting I should think. After all, even if we become 'superheroes' there aren't any superpowered foes for us to face. Just common thugs, and seeing as I'm now buffed up and apparently damn near immortal, I should manage.
...welp, you just jinxed it.
It will be fine. Trust me.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?