Now, considering that Ivy was about to run home out of fear of getting in trouble with her parents, did you really need to introduce a much, much worse fear? Did you think that she was gonna go along with the idea of fighting a giant lizard monster, Zia?
No? Well, evidently you did, otherwise Ivy wouldn't have pulled herself free with much, much more force than she usually did.
Having finally considered that when Zia mentioned that they should all be going there, that included herself as well, she wasn't having any of it. Leaning over towards Zia's ear, she whispered "Z-Zia, I just w—can't fight, and, uhhhh...there's Luna, she can do...fight things! She shot a hole through a t-t-tree last night! So, just...I'm gonna leave, and, uhh, Finn just said the government's in on this, so..."
She wasn't sure if Zia was listening to her at the same time as she was Finn, but...hey, it was effort!
Ivy looked past Zia and at Flannagan, the only one to own a car among them, probably. "H-Hey, uhh...where are you going, Finn?"
Edited by wikkit on Jul 11th 2018 at 6:09:04 AM
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Outside Vivan's House -> Outside Flannagan House
"Downtown," Finn answered simply, quirking an eyebrow at Havilland the Younger as he finally stood up from where he'd been crouching at Jessica's head, "Why? Do you..." The gears turning in his head were practically audible as his faux affable smile twisted into a wide smirk. "...need a ride back to school because you didn't think through the consequences of a teacher's kid skipping to hang around a bunch of strange, suspicious hooligans?"
"Alright," he agreed immediately, pointing back toward his house even as he started a brisk jog in said direction, "but remember that you owe me."
The Flannagan home wasn't exactly a true mansion, but it was big enough for a pricey piece of prime real estate at the heart of Oldport. The shrubbery and small, colorful flowerbeds surrounding the porch of the red brick and wood-paneled house were well-maintained. Like many of the nearby abodes, it also featured a simple driveway on the side, though this one led to a garage far in the back, a modern, just-as-red Toyota revealed to be sitting in the latter with a click of a door-opener. Finn fished the keys out of a pocket and unlocked it with a couple of light beeps.
"Get in, loser," he said, more for the sake of it than anything else, "It's time to get schooled."
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Happy Box Hater
Sebastian's House
Jacob calmed down very slightly upon seeing the effects of Harriet's spear piercing her. Sure, the obvious mental anguish and pain was troubling, as was the fact that it seemed like the spear might have talked to her or something based on her suddenly having a name for it, but at least there was no wound. In other words, he hadn't been nearly subject to a messy death by spear. Not that he was so keen on collapsing to the ground in pain, but that wasn't too far removed from what the smoke snakes did to him anyways.
But that didn't make him like this new girl any more! All it meant was that Jacob no longer was in the middle of a panic. "Bag lady?" he asked with a puzzled expression, hearing what Rose called Harriet. "Wait, never mind, I have a better question! Why did you come here? It shouldn't have been obvious that people in the same situation were gathered in here, even if the news vans give away that something is wrong around here. Surely you weren't just acting on a hunch?"
Of course that couldn't be it, that would be silly! After all, what would she do if it was something completely unrelated? She must have known... somehow, right?
Why is a yam attacking me?
The Fantabulous
Leaving Vivian's House
Zia only noticed that she had maintained a hold on Ivy's arm during her hasty exit when the girl abruptly wrenched it free. The telepath slowed but didn't turn around, eyes locked on some invisible horror ahead - it seemed that Ciro was gaining some handle on the situation. Literally. A faint smile touched her lips, at least until she registered Ivy's protests and saw Finn chatting to the downed form of Jessica, "I don't give a flying fuck what the government is doing, Ivy." Brayne looked back at her, adamant but nevertheless oddly... understanding. She knew that they weren't going with her and, much to her chagrin, she was forced to understand why, "That monster is going to eat Ciro and Ivan!"
With a frustrated gesture the purple-haired musician resumed her frantic sprint towards Eustis Avenue, trying to focus on the voices in that street amid the static of Oldport's populace. The adrenaline seemed to help Zia's focus, almost able to hear her own thoughts for the first time since yesterday - one particularly loud thought was pointing out the increasing likelihood of this being a bizarre hallucination. She ignored this possibility and pushed herself faster, finding herself only a street away withing a few minutes, "Fucking... Daigo..." Brayne gasped, hearing his snide tone in the distance as well as the squeal of car tires.
“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?”
That One Gal
That was it? A 'happy trails' and that was that? Maggie was not happy with that outcome and - as Irene was soon to find out - an unhappy Maggie meant an unhappy everyone else.
With a couple of quick sparks from Maggie's hands, Irene found herself stuck to the ground mid-step, her shoes magnetized to the concrete. She could slip out of them and keep walking, sure, if not for the fact that Maggie closed the distance and blocked Irene's path forward (for as much as one can block a wide-open space).
"It's Maggie," she stated, arms folded in an effort to look intimidating. She didn't shower today so many the grungy look would help. "And there's like, no way you're ditching me to do your own thing. Like everyone else did today. Someone did that to Dini, right? You know who?"
It wasn't easy to keep wanting that right now, but she managed nevertheless.
Visibly wincing as Finn managed to hit the nail on the head with one swift strike, Ivy could only help but quietly nod. "...Y-Ye...yeah, actually, heh, hehhhhhh," she said, her laughter probably only able to convince the machine she had just made. "Just...what do I owe you...?"
Before she'd abandon everyone to their deaths, she'd at least consider helping them out. She'd step over to Luna, who didn't seem to be taking this whole thing all that much better than her, and said "...Sorry. I'll...t-try to help n-next time, I promise, but..."
Pulling off her backpack, she took out two familiar things and handed them to her friend. "Ziz, and, the m—phone thing. I don't know if they'll be really useful." Ivy flicked Ziz's switch, and it came to life, hovering up and around the two. "Just listen to Luna for n-now."
It wasn't easy for her to do this, exactly, but at least it meant not killing herself via lizard and via her mother. Ivy took off in a hurried jog towards Finn's house, and Ziz introduced himself once more by displaying HELLO AGAIN on the grass in front of Luna.
Just down the street, she caught up just in time to be called a loser, just like she was. "Okay..." was about the biggest response Finn got out of her, besides looking even more downcast.
Schrodinger's Human
Brenton Point Park:
Basically getting "no" as an answer, Josephine wondered about the true meaning behind Hyeon's words. Was it indeed a truth, him being a normal teenager and his conversation with an animal being all but a hallucination borne from madness? Or was it a lie, a sign of his distrust?
Josephine was, again, unsure of herself. After all, how could she trust her own mind, the very thing that used to make her think the whole world was against her? "How can I trust myself when I keep having these delusions?" she asked herself. However, another part of herself was convinced that the girl indeed saw the truth. Josephine needed to confirm the truth, once and for all... And the only way to do that was to show him her abilities.
Fear crept up in her mind again. While asking a person if they were superhuman had an escape route, performing this action could spell a disaster if done to the wrong person. Especially troublesome since, unlike Hyeon's powers, there was no legitimate way to disprove the existence of electricity-conducting ice once exposed to another person. It carried too much risk, and Josephine was succumbing to the lure of escape. "Maybe I should just go. Maybe I have gone mad and am now seeing things I shouldn't be seeing. Maybe even my own "powers" aren't real..."
No...
I definitely saw that. I won't run away now. It might be risky, but it will be worth it.
Josephine decided to be daring, to trust her judgement.
"What if I am?" Josephine answered the question with another question, flickering her fingers to generate a spark of lightning. It disappeared quickly enough to escape the eyes of the inattentive, but it lingered enough to be noticed by either the squirrel or Hyeon.
Edited by kaalban on Jul 17th 2018 at 5:33:57 AM
Everything that lives is designed to end.
Irene - Car Park
Irene frowned at her shoes, which seemed for the moment disinclined to move from the asphalt. She looked up at Margaret, taking a moment to formulate her answer.
"I have told you what I know, Liams," said Irene, trying to keep her voice calm and even. "I do know not with whom the fault lies for our nurse's injuries. If I did, I'd have told our principal as much rather than give him mere denials. The last person I spoke to before him was Mr Morrison, who had nothing to do with it either that I know of."
Irene paused again. Margaret thought to block her way, but her position and posture left her face and throat exposed.
"Now, since I'm neither omniscient or possessed of oracular abilities, keeping me glued to the ground isn't going to help you. Please release me."
Internally, she began a slow count to ten. It was rare for her to struggle this hard with anger.
"One..."
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Flannagan House -> Mann Ave.
"Ah..." Finn watched his new associate trod toward the car with an incredulous expression. "Good Lord, you're pitiful, Hallivand!"
"That was a joke," he enunciated with a huge eyeroll, his annoyance more than clear, "You do know what those are, right? Whatever, just get in."
"Now then," the Flannagan continued after they were both seated and the engine was rumbling, "how about something... cheerful?" He punched the audio on, and the speaker began blaring out a pop-y eurobeat jam
.
"So," the redhead prodded as they were backing out, "you overheard my half of the story. Why don't you tell me all about what you were doing at Viv's house?"
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
That One Gal
"Are you trying to piss me off? Knock it off with the nerd speak!" In her anger, Maggie swept her hand through the air, accidentally causing a Do Not Enter sign to break free from the concrete and stick to the nearby wall. She spared it a glance, keeping her attention to Irene.
"Well okay, but you know something. I should know, anyone who covers up that much is tryin' to hide something." She jabbed Irene in the shoulder. Not too hard, but still a solid poke. "You were here last night, right? You got something happen to you? Anyone else you know about?"
Irene - Car Park
Irene laughed at that, though it lacked mirth. Oh, Liams was angry. Who was keeping who against their will again?
"Two..."
"I truly don't," said she. "I'd gone to ask Mr Morrison about what was going on, actually. Thing was, he gave me only a lot of theories on the matter, little concrete. Though he did mention a couple of names you might want to look into if you're that curious."
She paused, as if realizing something.
"You might get more out of him than me, he's still in his office."
"Three..."
As angry as she was, Irene was still mostly in control. If she grabbed Liams' throat, she could probably twist and block off the arteries and windpipe. Ideally loss of consciousness would swiftly follow, and she could revert the changes. Irene wasn't that confident about the latter step however, which would likely mean killing Margaret. That, or even some brain damage, were both results she did not want on her conscience.
Edited by joergenjetsam on Jul 14th 2018 at 9:46:55 PM
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Hm...so the newsman don't know what's new. Inconvenient, tha'. Won't get anyfin' outta pesterin' 'im, or that tub of lard what's acting as camerawoman. Could try gettin' somefin' outta the cops, were it not for the searing hatred gettin' in the way. What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do... Fuck it, I'm gettin' a snack.
I skulk my way over to the news van area. Smart suit's gotta 'ave at least a mini-fridge in the fing. He'd probably demand some kind of refreshment at all times, meaning if I play my cards right then maybe I can snaffle a sandwich 'r two. I've reached the van, 'owever, when suddenly another fought strikes me. The lady with the camera, lookin' like she'd rather be anyplace else. She looks like she'd be pret'y cheap to grill f'r info. Wouldn't even 'ave to resort to actual grilling.
So, casual as y' like, I saunter my way over behind 'er. Soon as I'm right beside, I rest me back against the van side, and reduce me energy to match 'er lazy tedium wiv perfection. "So," I say, conversational like. "Guess this town's finally gettin' interesting, huh? What's that, a, uh...movie set or somefin'?"
Where am I? What's going on?
Vivian’s House
Having fully restored her head, Jenna was in the process of putting her shirt back on (and hopefully culling her embarrassment in the process), when shit hit the fan. Again. For like the third time in as many hours.
This time around, the cause for alarm was twofold. One, the evacuation of the school meant her parents were going to be worried sick about her, especially since she had never come home last night. But it wasn’t like she could just go home in her current state, either. The second, probably more pressing, concern was how her purple-haired classmate had just run out of the room screaming about Daigo killing people. Jenna knew Daigo, unfortunately, and she had no doubt he was willing to kill. If he had been changed too, then things were much worse than she’d ever even dared to imagine.
Both these issues would probably be causes for panic attacks on their own, but together, combined with her already fragile mental state, they were more than Jenna could handle. She simply broke. The girl almost seemed to deflate or melt as she lost the mental wherewithal to maintain her humanoid shape, becoming little more than a pile of bugs with clothes mixed in. If one listened closely, they could hear the faint “sound” of her muttering to herself.
“What do I do? What can I do? Is there even a point to doing anything? No matter what I do, everything will only get worse, and worse, and worse…”
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Jul 15th 2018 at 12:50:33 PM
This sounded like the kind of thing that she imagined played in the background of 80s work out rooms. She wasn't even sure it was in English, to be honest. Why was Finn Flannagan of all people pumping this shit?
Eventually she did answer, but not before she made it clear through everything but speech that she didn't understand what the hell she was listening to. "...We...found a lead, with a...well. I—This m-might sound kind of weird, but, you know, I heard a voice in the radio. Last night. Me and my mo—Ms. Havilland, we were, you know, driving, and then...it talked to me specifically. And then we found out who it was and kiiiiiii—-"
That was a grave, grave error, and Ivy realized it. You see, leaving it off at "kidnapped him" was probably bad enough, but stopping at "kiiii"? Now it just sounds like you killed him! Ivy may not look like a murderer, but you know what they say about the quiet ones, yes you do!
So, how was Ivy gonna backpedal?
"—iiiiiindled him. Like...he was an author, so, we...read his book, and then we...found him. At Vivian's house."
Ivy, if she rolled down the window, would probably be a foot outside the car if she tried to get more space in between her and Finn.
The Grand Re-Vizier
A lot was going on and honestly Ed was feeling a little overwhelmed. First, he turned to apparently the only adult in the room.
"Look, I really appreciate the jokey stuff but like...who are you? Why isn't all this crazy stuff bothering you and why are you in Vivian's house? It doesn't seem very responsible for an adult."
He glanced over to see that the pile of bugs head was reforming, and remembered that Des had yelled at him about it actually being her friend he was pretty sure he'd hung out with before.
"Um, sorry for...destroying your...head? Are you usually bugs because I'm pretty sure you aren't usually bugs. Like almost 100% sure."
huzzaaaaaaaah
It all seemed to happen in slow motion, and Ciro's cry was the event that started it all. His voice grabbed both Kev and Daigo's attention, the latter's eyes widening once he spotted the careening car. His feet spun around and he almost fell face first onto the floor, trying to change his direction towards the teen in danger.
Kev also turned to look at Ciro, but in between the monster and the boy was the incoming vehicle, growing bigger and bigger with each passing second... until an ethereal tug grasped the corners of his waist, pulling him back and sending him flying towards Daigo. The gun slipped out of his hand, disappearing in mid-air, and the monster screeched loudly at Kev, claws scraping against the concrete as it snapped, jaws grasping the air in a hungry dash for a meal.
The impact was deafening, a series of sickening sounds played in surreal succession, the crunching of broken bones underscored by the car's windshield shattering in a million pieces, the injured body of the lizard monster driving right through it and landing on the back seats. The car itself skidded to a halt, and there was an eery science (punctuated by a single column of smoke seeping out of the car's front half) as all on the street watched it with baited breath.
A thump broke through the silence, as the driver- a white woman in her 30's, dressed in casual business (now tinted by the creature's green blood)- fell to the ground, panting. "What the FUCK?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
If they weren't distracted by the woman's visible fear, Ciro and Ivan might notice Daigo wrapping his arms around the shocked Kev, dragging him to his feet as the group attempted to slip back into the bushes. Though Devin was already halfway into his escape plan, Melissa stood completely still, waiting until either Ivan or Ciro were watching them before trying to make her own getaway.
Noticing Harriet's gaze upon him, Benjy gave her a quiet little wave and tried his best to follow it up with a non-confrontational smile.
"Yeah, bag lady." Rose sighed and pointed at Harriet's eyes. "Because of the... because of the bags? In her eyes?" She then pointed at her own eyes. "You know? From when you're tired or depressed or whatever?"
"Mirrrrri..." Benjy muttered. "You sssssaid ssssoooomethinnng about Emmmmmmanuel?
As he crept closer, the Dark Dragon would be able to notice that the camerawoman had her eyes glued to her phone, typing with one hand and holding on tight to the camera with the other. Looking up as he spoke, she gave him an once over before clicking her tongue and slipping her phone on her vest's pocket. "Yeah, no." With her free hand, she tried to push the Dark Dragon away. "What do you want? You want money? Is that what you kids want?
After spending at least two minutes trying to figure out where was the beginning and where was the end of the swarm, Destiny took a deep breath, closed her eyes, gulped down all her fears and patted down the outer edge of Jenna. "I got an idea!" She said in one breath, pulling back her hand. "Sorry, sorry, I know I shouldn't react like that, but... I'm really afraid of ladybugs. "
"Look, I-I got an idea!" Destiny continued before neither of them could stop and think about what she had just said. "I'll call your dad, say you're with me and that we're both in my home, maybe studying... and then, uh, and then once you get home, you can stay in your room and s-speak through them?... I'm not the best at making these kinds of plans."
Glancing at Ed, Destiny rubbed the back of her neck. "Ed, I'm pretty sure the bugs part is because of what happened to us yesterday. You know, with the snakes and stuff?"
At Ed's questioning, Crispin adjusted a non-existent tie and let out a sigh of despair. "Jeez, who are you, my Mom?" He chuckled, looking around, before just rolling his eyes and groaning. "My name is Crispin Hayward. I wrote a book about teenagers getting superpowers, and your friends think it's based on them— I don't blame them, cuz I only wrote my book after years of research on government experiments. They have this project, where every generation, they take what's in the population's mind, and use that as makeup for their next attempt at supersoldiers."
"This generation, it's superheroes. And metacommentary, but I could tell you more about it later. You should get a copy of my book. It's really good." Crispin smiled to himself. "For example- and this is a detail I got straight from the government program- each kid is supposed to fill a role within the project. You're probably the..." He took a look at Ed and rubbed his chin. "... the..." His eyes glanced at the wheelchair at the base of the stairs. "... uhmmmmmmmm..."
"Just SHUT UP!" Luna roared at him, not noticing that Crispin mouthed a silent 'thank you' in response. She didn't even say anything to her departing friend, choosing instead to just nod and wave at the door, before looking over at Ziz with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah. Okay, Ziz, here's what you're going to do. Are you plugged to the web? Can you contact other people? Cause-" She pointed at Crispin. "-I need you to follow this dude."
"Clearly planning how to make you shove your own head as deep as possible into your ass..." Jessica mumbled against the dirt, struggling as she got herself back up just in time to see Finn leave with Ivy. She didn't say another word, choosing instead to sit on the spot of dirt that had until recently been occupied by her face, and glowering at Finn as he departed.
Edited by Stratofarius on Jul 17th 2018 at 11:06:34 AM
AKA Nixer
Car Park
“You left me hanging. Don't do that. Do tell me.”
With a static buzzing, a small dollar coin drifted towards Maggie and Irene, positioning itself between them. It was apparently vintage; 1924 judging by the text on its circumference. Small, greenish sparks trailed across its surface every few seconds, one particularly long-lasting one being a herald to it starting to gradually spin, picking up in speed until it was little more than a blur of silver.
“I'm not backing down yet. I need to know what happened. And what you two can do. Show me. If you can. Or just tell me. Whatever's easier.”
David was standing a short distance away, enough for him to have his arm outstretched towards the coin, a somewhat glazed, detached look in his eye. A slight twitch of his fingers halted its revolution with another spark that jumped between it and his hand, and another gesture caused it to leap away from them and towards him at a frightening speed, only stopping as he raised his palm flat against it in a halting motion.
It didn't bob up and down or otherwise show any sign of floatation. It just stayed stationary, as if frozen. After a while, David sighed, reaching out and lightly flicking it, causing it to let out a high pitched ring as it vibrated, before dropping out of the air. He deftly caught it, beginning to absently flick it with his thumb.
“See that? That's a potentially infinite source of energy,” he informed in a quietened tone. “Remove all the stops beforehand, then set something in motion. It'll just... keep... going.” He flicked it up particularly high, and it halted again, spinning rapidly before dropping back into his palm. He manoeuvred it onto his finger, raising it up to show them as it twirled on the tip of his nail, sending greenish arcs out as it span.
“Practical application. You gotta consider that. I always consider that. Beneficial to mankind. My... gift is, and I'm sure yours are too. Tell me. If you two would stop bickering, we could work something out. Change the world.”
He snapped his hand closed around the coin, discreetly pocketing it before clearing his throat and extending his palm, offering a formal handshake to them. An unnatural, almost otherworldly glint had manifested in the back of his retina, and one could swear it was actually glowing beneath the shadows of his hair.
“What do you say?”
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 18th 2018 at 6:24:29 PM
bork
That One Gal
Maggie let silence fill the air between her and Irene for a moment. She squinted her eyes, debating just how far she even wants to let this back-and-forth go on for. Eventually she shrugged and stepped back. "No way I'm askin' that crackpot anything," she said as her hands sparked, freeing Irene from the asphalt. She knew from experience just how much she can push the envelope, and wasn't looking forward to see what this chick could do to her.
"Y'know, no offense, but you should really try to get that stick out of your—"
Her insult was cut short when David, who had since been ignored, reaffirmed his presence. That is to say that he went on a very long and rambling speech about peace or love or whatever (honestly, Maggie's attention glazed over about midway through the guy's stunt show).
When he wrapped up, Maggie looked down at the hand he was offering them. Instead of taking it, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a shiny quarter. With another crackle of electricity, Maggie let go of the coin; it flew through the air and hit David right on his forehead - with as much force as if she had actually thrown it - and stuck there.
"Yeah, right," Maggie scoffed. "If everyone really cared about doin' the right thing, then Nurse Dini wouldn't have exploded and the school wouldn't be evacuated. Plus I doubt the like 20 kids that went missing didn't run off to go be some sorta heroic vigilantes." She reached over and pinched the edges of her coin, fighting the magnetic force in order to pull it off of David's head...only to let go and have it smack against him again.
"You can do your perpetual motion bullshit, I can do magnets. It's easy to preach when you think you're tough shit, ain't it?"
Irene - Car Park
Though Margaret had prefaced the statement with 'no offence', Irene was fairly certain it was meant to be an insult. She'd heard enough that she could guess the rest. At least she could walk again.
The weird boy's re-entry into their shared umwelt took her mind off that. One eyebrow arched in puzzlement as he made his pitch. She could appreciate, on an idealistic level, the sentiment being professed. She liked rather less the way this boy went about expressing it. But yes, aiding humanity with infinite energy did sound good.
For a brief moment she allowed herself to agree.
Then she recalled that she didn't want to remain any longer, that her bus was soon to leave, and that she had information best parsed in the safety and comfort of her home.
So she turned and left for the bus stop.
Edited by joergenjetsam on Jul 21st 2018 at 9:59:12 PM
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Okay, so much for bonding over malcontent laziness. Camera lady's gettin' a little pushy, so elegantly I spin my way out of 'er reach wiv an easygoin' shrug.
"Me, I'm just lookin' for a good time, luv, and looks like whatever breezed this way had a helluva time. Did an escaped rhino just break out 'r sumfin'? 'cause last time I checked, we didn't have a zoo 'ere."
AKA Nixer
Car Park
The force of the coin seemed to be enough to bowl David over onto his back – that is, the second strike of it definitely would have if it didn't before.
To his credit, he seemed to compose the majority of any anger he must have felt with a slight clench of the teeth and a long hiss through his teeth, before resuming in a decidedly less calmer voice.
“Well. If no one else shows themselves to be of at least basic decency enough to walk this earth, I'll have to do it on my own, won't I?”
He reached up with a tired sigh, lightly tapping the coin stapled purely by force to his head with his finger. It shuddered, and he peeled it away with little effort, placing it in the air in front of him as easily if he was putting it on an invisible shelf.
“‘Perpetual motion?’ That is barely a side-effect. Did you even take advanced theoretical science? Don't answer that, you probably didn't – and even if you did zero-point energy is not really much of a common subject. Even if they do talk about it they don't bother getting into it to a level that useful. But... since I see you have all the attention span of a brain dead gnat, I'll try and keep it short for you.”
He leaned in, his one visible eye boring into her own. “Zero-point energy is also called ‘ground state energy’. In short, to get to it, you have strip away every single quantum mechanical system covering it up. Like magnetism. Or gravity. Or inertia. Heat? Negatable. Energy? Drainable. Physics? Ignorable. All these things. I strip them away, tack them back on. Play with the values of reality.”
A sick, borderline demented smirk seemed to creep across his features as he gave her a condescending pat on the shoulders, grabbing his coin out the air and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he made to trail after Irene instead.
“Thank you. For telling me your power. I'm sure you'll go far with it. If you have the gumption to work it out, of course.” he called back, waving his hand behind him dismissively as he stalked towards the bus stop.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 21st 2018 at 12:21:05 PM
bork
That One Gal
"That was mine," Maggie halfheartedly said, drowned out by David's new monologue. For as wordy and as condescending her was, Maggie couldn't help but be a bit impressed by his explanation. A bit. She wasn't going to start groveling at his feet like he was a god among mere mortals, but hey, that all sounded pretty cool. Good for him. "Really hit the jackpot with that, huh? Mr. Can Do Anything?"
Then he gave her a very telling pat on her shoulder, took her coin, and left. Maggie stared daggers into the back of his head for a moment before she turned to face him. "Sorry, Irene." Her arm outstretched, Maggie focused her power on Irene again. Two sparks jumped from her finger tips, arcing through the air towards the pair, and the would-be escapees were flung towards each other, colliding together.note
"You know, you're right," Maggie called, staying right where she was. "Your powers are pretty neat. You could do a lot of good with them, if you had the 'gumption'. But, y'know, it's weird. People who look down on someone else, who insult people they see as beneath them? They don't really tend to do good things." She moved closer, keeping her hands raised just in case. "While you've been taking your weird-ass classes or whatever, I've been living in the real world. And what I've learned, that I guess you didn't, is that people like you don't do good things. Creepy guys with a superiority complex."
She stopped about six feet away from David, turning her arms to either side as an exaggerated shrug. "First lesson about reality, don't piss off people who can literally make you hit yourself."
Edited by TruthHurts22 on Jul 21st 2018 at 2:12:42 PM
The Fantabulous
EUSTIS AVENUE - Who says wrestling is fake?
Zia found herself agreeing with the older woman's perspective on the unfolding chaos, although she personally had a few more creative verbs to add. The constantly escalating parade calamity had finally dulled her panic to manageable levels. That, or exhaustion was taking hold. In any case she had never been so glad for reckless driving, even when the wave of the monster's pain hit her. Brayne stumbled but kept running, finally confirming that Ivan and Ciro were alive, if not completely okay, "Oh thank fuck!" She muttered, pushing herself faster.
Unfortunately, Daigo and his goons were also okay and trying to escape, "Like.... Bloody... Hell..." Zia hadn't been spotted by the vampire wannabe and elected to use that to her advantage. Within a few moments a furious, purple-haired figure was lunging to tackle Daigo and Kevin with a wild look in her eyes.
“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?”
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Mann Ave. -> Broadway
"Uh-huh, right." Clearly Finn wasn't buying this at all. "So, after you kiiiiiiindled him, you decided to leave school to find him, and your search eventually took you to Viv's house. Well, what was he doing there? For that matter, what's his name and the title of his book, anyway?"
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Irene - Car Park
Irene fought to stifle a grimace as she considered an answer.
"You'll lose that bet, for I've told no lies," said Irene. "I came across Dini in the state you saw her now, Margaret."
That was true, as far as Irene was concerned. Anything more was just conjecture on her part, and certainly not worth sharing here and now. She thought back to the other kids. Ed, Jessica and Destiny, and they'd spoken with a Jen.
She had a fairly good idea of who these people were, and a brief look on Facebook would no doubt serve to confirm her suspicions. Going home for a rest after this debacle sounded like a good idea anyway. Then she could write down all she knew. That all sounded good.
"Anyway, now that Dini is in good hands I think I'll be going home," she said to Margaret. "Have a nice day, Miss Liams."
With a wave she began walking to the bus stop down the road. The next bus going her way would arrive in around 6 minutes, she noted with a glance at her watch. That meant she'd be home in half an hour, should traffic be kind.
Edited by joergenjetsam on Jul 11th 2018 at 8:14:15 PM
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