Ah, good, a distraction from that sight. Even if it's some random bugger I don't know who...just muttered to himself? Bit weird.
I know, right?
"Well, if you MUST know, my mum caught wind of this big meeting or whatever the hell- Doesn't know what it's really about, just worked it into her ongoing agenda to force me into social activities. There isn't a snack bar, is there?"
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Jacob's explanation might have earned him a place in anyone else's mind, but the fact he had just interjected into the conversation with it earned him a glare from Lenore. "Right." She grumbled, heavily made up eyes just filing Jacob into an 'ignore' folder, a courtesy she kindly and instantly expanded over to David as well.
"Ziro." Ed repeated, nodding along to Ciro as if he had just gotten it right. He wheeled alongside the older boy, watching as he asked the right questions before deciding to step in with a question of his own. "I just think we should figure out what our powers are, Ziro. Mine are cool, so yours are probably cool too, which means we can do a lot of cool things together."
"I am Benjyyyyy." Benjy muttered, getting on his knees... and then getting slightly lower... so he could be at Ivy and Luna's eye level (yes, he is that tall). Raising one hand to point, he tried to smile but stopped once he noticed his acidic spit was burning the pretty green ground beneath him. "I... Benjyyyy... Chemistry classss... teacher?"
Luna just blinked twice before moving aside so that Benjy could point at Ivy. "Her! It's her mother!" She explained. "I think the big wants to talk to you."
"I think this is everyone?" Rose said, stepping into the middle of the quickly growing group. "Yeah, it looks... it looks like mostly everyone. Some people are missing, but I'm not surprised Nadine said no to my request."
"She's probably busy." Luna added in haphazardly.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Yeah, busy."
"Don't start without me." A groggy female voice spoke up from the dark, as Jae Hyung approached the group, clutching onto her leather jacket and mentally cursing herself for choosing to wear jean shorts. "Hold up-" She raised one hand to silence Rose, and then used that hand to light a cigarette for herself. "-aight, you can start now."
"Thanks, uhm... you." Rose muttered, giving Sebastian a do you know her? glance before crossing her arms and taking the lead once more. "Alright, let's get down to business. Yesterday, we all got super powers. No ifs, ands or butts about it. Now, I'm really curious as to the how and the why, but right now... I just wanna make sure everyone is in agreement in this: we can't tell anyone about it. Right? Because if we do- and this happens in every superhero comic book- our lives are going to go to hell faster than you can say... something short."
"I was doing it in the woods, you idiot!" Nadine grumbled, her clutch on the driving wheel growing tighter with every passing second. "Cops don't go into the woods. That's just how cops work. Jesus, Hyeon, it's like you've never smoked anything in a public place! Next you're gonna tell me you never parked in a sidewalk or some shit like that."
"This may shock you, Jung, but I'm well aware of the side effects of marijuana consumption." Benedict replied from the back seat as he shoved a bundle of Tic-Tacs into his mouth. Nadine, currently in the passenger seat, just stopped halfway through gorging on her Twinkie to glare at Hyeon and then roll her eyes, mimicking the act of shooting herself in the head.
After helping Hyeon with Longhorn's gifts (and after Benedict failed to explain why it was so funny to Josephine, partly because he wouldn't stop laughing when talking about it and partly because Nadine gave him the mother of all death glares), Nadine kicked off her boots- Twinkie still hanging off her mouth- and threw herself onto the couch, whilst Benedict looked at Hyeon's back with an incredulous look.
"Not to burst your proverbial bubble— that's slang for grounding someone's stupid dreams, Engel—" He added on a quick glance at the fourth member of the group as Nadine offered another Twinkie to Josephine. "But I have no plans to get rid of my abilities, Jung. You see, I enjoy the prospects of being the smartest man in the universe. Now, I'm not against the idea of finding out who did this to us... seeing as right now that's the only question I can't possibly answer."
Edited by Stratofarius on Sep 29th 2018 at 4:21:05 AM
Transcender of Gender
Warner Street Park, Won't Get Nothing From Me Coppah
Ciro nodded as Ivy nodded, ready to respond with another question- something along the lines of 'So how have you been holding up after you ran away last night and helped kidnap that author?'- but the words caught in his throat as Benjy knelt down next to them. The acid that dripped from his mouth brought back unwelcome memories of green blood, and Ciro had to fight to suppress a shiver. Benjy was just a kid, he didn't deserve to be reacted to with fear.
Maybe he was a little relieved when Ed tried to continue their conversation. With a somewhat strained chuckle, Ciro answered, "I don't know if cool is the word I'd use..."
The rest was interrupted by the girl from before (actually, he thought Barbra had name dropped her as Rose), addressing the group as a whole. Ciro scanned them again- a few new faces, but still no sign of the three he was looking for... and the four he wasn't. He turned back to Rose, speaking up once she was finished.
"I talked with the principal this morning." After sneaking into his office, but Ciro was too embarrassed to disclose that detail. "There's a government agent that knows what happened last night. He thinks she has the police on her side, and she was willing to threaten him so that he'd blame Finn for what happened in the auditorium." He nodded to the boy in question, once he'd spotted the red hair in the crowd.
"I don't really know about her beyond that, but... she seems dangerous. And if she does have the police on her side, then maybe it's for the best to keep it quiet from them. Unless we absolutely have to." The last part he added after remembering the lizard. He couldn't honestly say that the cops didn't make him nervous, but if it was between them and a literal monster...
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Blood Mage Apologist
The Park
"There's a government agent that knows what happened last night," Sebastian repeated, eyes wide. "Then what do we do? I'm all for laying low, but if they already know what happened..."
They know what happened last night could mean many, many things. It isn't a guarantee that they know that you and your friends have gained supernatural abilities, Fesxis stated calmly. Do not jump to conclusions.
"Maybe... maybe we shouldn't keep quiet about this? Like, again, if they're on to us, we could strike first." The teenager paced back and forth, glancing at Jae and then at Rose and then at everyone else. "What if we go to the media? Show them what we can do, have the people with the flashiest powers show off?"
Sebastian... Fesxis growled.
"Like, if we get the media on our side, they can't just shoot us or take us prisoner or whatever immediately," he continued, sounding kind of panicked. "And it'll make us look good. They won't be able to make us disappear if everyone knows what happened..."
Don't do that, the spirit ordered. Not without proper planning. It could work, but there are also many things that could go wrong.
Edited by Cwest5538 on Oct 1st 2018 at 8:01:26 AM
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Warner Street Park - Witty Title Machine Broke
Ivan looked up at the boy in front of him. He'd met him before the events of the street, for a brief moment, although most of his facial features had faded from memory until the group had picked him up. Well, there were many more immediate concerns on the agenda back then, although best not to dwell - thinking about that too much broke the spell of normalcy that had sort of descended over the place. Regardless, it was time to learn if his personality went past noticing others' heights.
And he opened with the two most glaring topics. Well, at least he wasn't rude about it. Ivan stared at him for a moment, piecing together his answer while accidentally giving off his best "you dun goofed" expression, then had to control a giggling fit - by covering his smile and his 'belly chuckle', not by muffling any sounds - as the naivete of the followup overwhelmed his hair-trigger sense of humour. Brother, he hadn't realised how much he needed that. After calming down some, he wrote some answers, in more detail than his usual shorthand, since he hadn't really talked with this one before. ''Still experimenting with power." He kept that page visible as he wrote on the next one, then flipped it over after he'd given his new interrogator enough time to read the first. "I was born this way you nitwit!" There was a badly-drawn cartoony winky face instead of the point in the exclamation mark. Hopefully that would convey that the tongue is sufficiently enveloped within the cheek.
Noticing the smile and wave from Ciro and Ed, Ivan didn't drop his own smile as he waved back at the pair. As they turned back to their conversation, he turned back to his notepad, and wrote with brevity this time. "Name's Ivan. You?"
There was barely a chance to exchange further pleasantries before the meeting's tone became increasingly grave. Talk about conspiracies, agents, media... this was all just too much for an evening. Ivan zoned out a little; he could get the specifics later, and besides, it's not like he could contribute much. For now, he could just relax, letting his thoughts take him elsewhere for a time as his notepad's text shifted, too fast to settle on words, too slow to be entirely a blur.
Knight Cheesebeam
Warner Street Park
Harriet caught wind of Simon, who very much looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. Even if there was a snack bar here, though, they'd probably be closed at this hour, so all she said in response would be a rather blase "No."
And then there's talk about government conspiracies and whatnot. Usually when these sorts of topics start up around her, Harriet just shrinks back inward since it hardly concerns her. Being potentially part of a high-level government sting is...worrying, to say the least. And a little bit fishy, given that she like everyone else here only acquired their powers a day or so ago. While the others discussed about their next move, Harriet was more concerned about why it happened in the first place. If anything, it would be naive to assume all of them were similarly broken as she is. At least one of them is wearing some fancy attire. But aside from that, Harriet could hardly draw any other hint. But still, she must know, so she croaked out a question.
"...why us, though? What would they want...with us?"
Timers to measure time, thermometers to measure thermomets, mometers to measure mom, and measuring containers to measure measurements.
"...B-Ben...jy...uhhh..."
She wracked her mind, trying to put a name to a face that she didn't have access to right now. Okay, she at least heard of Benjy, she knew her mom taught him and talked about him at least once (in kind terms, of course), but...
"O-Oooooooohhhh, Benjy, right!" No, Ivy couldn't recall. At least this confirmed that there was a 99% chance that this insect monster was a fellow classmate 1% confirmed that he might be a shapeshifter that stole his identity
She raised her hands and started pointing at herself and him, as if him being a bug made his grasp of the English language less firm. "Yeahhh, I'm Mrs. Havilland's k-k—daughter, and we...I'm pretty sure we've met. Yeah. How are you...?"
Ivy was suddenly gripped with the feeling that he probably wasn't good right now.
"...You...holding up okay?"
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Park
Jacob looked at Harriet strangely for a few moments after she told them her "last name" was... something he had already forgotten. He refused to believe that was her real name, and he assumed it was just a joke at his expense. Well he wasn't going to buy it! The teen pointedly began to look away from her.
More importantly, things were starting to get underway. And the starter topic was the one Jacob believed to be most important. What was really worrying was that apparently the government already knew. How? That wasn't a pleasant thing to be told.
"Are you stupid?" was Jacob's curt response to Sebastian's idea of making this a public thing. "It would take a lot of things going our way for that to work out correctly and I don't want to leave so much up to chance. And... well, Benjy k-killed some people... people find out about him and what he can do and anyone could realize the thing in the warehouse was him. We might be throwing him under the bus by doing this even if it ends well for most of us." He might not have cared so much about it, but he'd bring up the topic if it would help dissuade Sebastian from wanting to go public.
And speaking of Benjy... "If we want to keep this a secret, and I do, we'd need to solve a few issues," he added. "Not all of us really blend in so well... I don't think I need to explain who. Going to need to come to a consensus on what to do about that."
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Blood Mage Apologist
The Big Meeting
"Are you blind?" Sebastian said to Jacob, annoyed. "There's a lot of chance elements to it, yeah, but there's also a lot of chance elements to getting killed by the government. Or arrested by the government Besides," he pointed out, "you just admitted that a bunch of us are obviously different now. We're going to get found out eventually."
As blunt as your friend there might be, he isn't wrong, Sebastian, Fesxis pointed out. Again, revealing yourselves might have merit, but it is a dangerous proposition. I'd advise you to consider it as a last resort, nothing more.
"And besides, obviously I don't want Benjy to get thrown under the bus," he argued, "but the same exact thing is going to happen if we get found out without telling anyone, and we'll look even guiltier. "What exactly would you propose?" He continued, trying to sound reasonable and not like Jacob was getting on his nerves. "Lock everyone who got transformed up for the rest of their lives?"
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Irene - Graveyard
Irene said nothing for a time, ever since Mirielle's attention had been diverted. She listened to the croaking of her fellows all the while.
She raised an eyebrow at Rhongomyniad. Was this the newest fad? Would the scions of Caliburn, Excalibur and Arondight be making an appearance as well? Or maybe for the international flavour it'd be Gram and Gungner and Joyeuse?
She kept silent about that too.
The talk of government agents and conspiracies smacked of the same nonsense that Mr. Morrison was spouting. But perhaps it merited further consideration.
Finally she spoke up, as the subject touched on Benjy's actions.
"Since we've touched on the matter of killings and reaching a consensus," she said. "I will say that David Livingston over there attempted to kill me earlier today, for the crime of ignoring his babbling."
She brushed aside some of her golden locks, revealing a stripe of clotted blood behind her left eye's orbit.
"His bullet grazed me here."
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AKA Nixer
David tensed up – his coin halting mid-flip and dropping into his open palm as he overheard Irene's snitching. That was the last thing he wanted to deal with today. As if the situation wasn't poor enough.
“That... event has left a sour taste in my mouth, I'll have you know. I don't know what overcame me then, but I assure you I am repulsed of the idea of committing such an act again. Such a haze is unbecoming of a scientist – and now I am clear-headed I cannot fathom my reasoning. But in any case, did you get that properly disinfected?”
There was... well to be frank no objective hint of an apology in his words. His tone sounded fatigued and mildly disturbed – which seemed to be the most one could get out of him. That and the blank look in his visible eye. Which now couldn't meet anybody else's gaze.
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Irene - Graveyard
Irene raised an eyebrow at David's response. It certainly didn't qualify as an apology, as much as an attempt to dodge guilt and responsibility. She stifled a scowl.
"Your feelings are unimportant," said Irene. "To your credit, you have admitted your misdeeds, but murder cannot be excused so simply. At best, it would be manslaughter in the heat of the moment, still a crime. Your actions certainly warrant an arrest."
Internally, she was glad. The admission meant a host of witnesses who could confirm that David did attempt to kill her. The wound left from where the bullet grazed her combined with those witnesses should prove sufficient for justice to be carried out.
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Transcender of Gender
Warner Street Park - Any Other Crime I Should Know About?
Ciro barely heard the question from the raven-haired girl. He frowned as he recalled the rest of what Shooter had told him. "The principal said that the agent knows what happened last night, and wants to... find us. 'Contain' us. There was a word she..." He racked his head. "Accidents. She said we were 'accidents', and it was her job to deal with us."
He then glanced quickly between Jacob and Sebastian, raising his hands placatingly as he sensed the beginning of an argument. "Uh, hey, let's think this through instead of panicking and throwing insults at each other. If we went to the media, than we would have to hope that they would be on our side, that they'd want to tell our story on our terms, that they wouldn't instead ally with the police and the government, or that they wouldn't be forced into silence by them, or forced into painting us as the bad guys..."
He thought about the stories that got told about Eustis and the surrounding streets. Rarely were they sympathetic to the residents. They talked about the squalid conditions and the higher crime rate, without ever going deeper into what was responsible for forcing them into poverty and crime in the first place. Maybe that was why he just couldn't believe that the media would be on his side, especially if there was the opportunity to paint them as dangerous. Especially when it was them versus the government.
"I'm not saying you-" he looked at Sebastian, not knowing his name, "-are wrong in suggesting that we seek help. If there's someone we think can help us, like our parents, or the teachers- the principal already has, after all- then we should definitely consider that as an option. I just don't think the media are the ones to go to. I doubt they'd have our best interests at heart."
Sebastian did bring up another good point, though, in that Benjy and Jenna were hardly inconspicuous. Jenna, maybe, could pass as human with some work, but Benjy... and if there were others, too...
Any thought into that problem had to be put on hold, though, as the topic of murder was brought up for a second time. Ciro's eyes widened as Irene revealed her wound, evidence that someone had tried to hurt her at the very least. He made his way over to her so he could get a closer look at the injury.
"Has it been cleaned properly?" he asked, his voice (in contrast to David) thick with worry. He looked over at the blond boy, his alarmed mind trying to process the idea that he'd made an attempt on Irene's life. That they were standing in the presence of one boy who'd murdered and another who'd attempted it.
He struggled to find his words. "W-What happened, exactly?" he asked Irene. "When, and where, and how did he..?" He hoped those questions were self-explanatory enough, because he couldn't find it in himself to directly ask 'Tell me more about how he tried to kill you.' "And Benjy, too." He looked in the general direction of the bug boy and Jacob. "What do you mean that he... What happened?!"
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AKA Nixer
David levelled his gaze with Irene's own, before sighing at Ciro's questions and pocketing his coin; stuffing his hands in his pockets in the process.
“I would provide a defense if there was one to give – but she's accurate, and my actions were unjustified. The only excuse I can possibly think to give is that it was in the heat of the moment and certain... issues of mine came to the forefront, but that is exactly what it is. An excuse. Irrational behaviour like that is unjustified.”
He truly seemed... dead, for lack of a better term. The more he spoke of the matter the more detached he got in terms of his tone, and the more mechanical and clear-cut his speech became.
“If you wish to report my actions, I accept that and I won't stop you. But keep in mind this: if I'm handed over to the authorities, that puts this whole façade we have in severe jeopardy. They'll undoubtedly question me and I'll eventually hit a point where I cannot lie for your and my sakes any longer. Thus suspicions will arise – and the true manner of the events will be revealed. I understand if you hate me, but considering the consequences, do you want that outcome?”
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Blood Mage Apologist
The Big Meeting
Sebastian made to respond to Ciro, and then he heard... Irene, right? And David. Irene and David talking- about attempted murder. "What the fu-"
I, personally, believe that an informal trial amongst ourselves would be the best course of action here, Fesxis mused to herself, apparently having heard enough of their conversation to pronounce judgement. With the quick execution of your friend, there. He's a loose cannon, but he's right. We can't turn him in to the authorities, so ending him before he can harm us would likely be the best course of action here- but I doubt you'll go for that, would you?
"You tried to kill her?" Sebastian repeated, summarizing the situation pretty well. "The heck, man?" He was obviously pretty pissed, and black wisps of shadows swirled around his feet. The teenager looked for all the world like he wanted to say more, but he paused, as if listening to someone.
"Look, you're right, we can't just turn you in, but... we can't just let this go," he pointed out angrily. It was one thing to argue and bicker, but attempted murder? They didn't have all the facts yet, but David was admitting to it.
Murder is still the best solution here, the spirit in his head drawled. But, alas, you won't for that. And control your temper.
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
AKA Nixer
“I don't expect you to, Sebastian. I am not inclined to either,” David replied distantly, before gaining a pensive expression and cupping his chin with his hand. “Although... I did experience strange phenomena in the aftermath, including auditory and visual hallucinations. I saw manifestations of Persian text on one of my theoretical books, for example – as well as a glint of unnatural light reflecting off of my retina from no obvious source accompanied by a distinct whispering. I initially thought these to be the results of stress and perhaps trauma – and that indeed may have contributed a little – but I kept receiving strange looks on my way back home. Perhaps the latter anomaly was indeed an actual occurrence; and as such visible to the naked eye. Potentially tied in somehow to my abilities,though I cannot think how. It is likely these abnormalities are connected to my rash mindset at the time. Although... certain genetic factors may contribute.”
He flicked his gaze to each of the others, before settling it on Irene once more. “So in this case, I do wish I can apologize, but I would require a solid basis for what happened in order to do so. At the most I can assure you I will keep a tighter grip on my actions, and will never intentionally spark such a conflict again. And perhaps, after I work this out... I can most certainly and sincerely apologize for what I did to you.”
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
“And please do get that checked if you haven't. I understand if you left it in the state I... left it in as proof, but septic symptoms are never pleasant. For your own sake, please deal with it.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 9th 2018 at 2:07:51 PM
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Blood Mage Apologist
The Big Meeting- you done messed up
"Look, just because you have weird thoughts or whatnot, that doesn't mean you can try to kill people," Sebastian said, annoyed, although he sounded less angry. "You aren't the only one with someone messing around in your head, I haven't tried to kill anyone-"
Be quiet! Fesxis snarled. If you had wanted to tell people about me, there were multiple opportunities to do so! This is not one of them-
At that point, the teenager had realized what he was saying, and shut up very, very quickly. "I mean, at least, I assume. Since it can't be an isolated thing."
That was a terrible, terrible attempt at salvaging the situation, but there wasn't exactly anything he could say that would help with that verbal slip-
Sebastian, be silent, Fesxis commanded. Zia already knows that you have a voice in your head, and Mirelle will likely figure it out soon. You don't need to keep digging yourself deeper.
"I'm not trying to fucking dig myself deeper," he hissed to himself under his breath, before shooting what he hoped was an apologetic smile at David before trying to back off.
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
Happy Box Hater
Park
Alright, so maybe Sebastian had several good points. But they didn't mean anything to Jacob. His main objective was to keep this away from his mother as long as possible, and that meant that bringing this to the media was the last thing he wanted to do. But now the Ciro guy had also spoken in favor of reconsidering to some extent, so there was no reason to bring his own refutations. Not like anyone would listen to him.
More importantly, apparently David was unhinged. Finally someone that he thinks he can get along with, and it turns out they shot someone for no good reason... and had something messing with their head. Best not to be anywhere alone with him from now on.
No way he was putting his two cents in about how attempted murder is wrong. He'd rather continue calling out Sebastian. "You know you've already said too much, right?" Jacob asked rhetorically. "Bit too late to ignore the fact you used yourself as an example of someone coping well with weird things in their head. Anything you'd like to share with us? Because I don't like surprises, and there's already been too many of those today."
Why is a yam attacking me?
huzzaaaaaaaah
"I'm with the kid." Lenore spoke in a low tone, nodding over at Harriet. "We're not from the same class. Some of us don't know each other. And we're clearly all from different worlds. I don't know why they'd pick us, unless it was just random choice." She then glanced back at Harriet, raising an eyebrow. "You cold? You look like you're shrinking."
Ciro's mention of a secret government agent made Rose's face drop (a reaction that was echoed by some of the other kids, Lenore particularly, though her reaction was much more muted). "Okay, so the government's behind this!" Rose muttered, throwing her hands up in the air. "We're fucked! We're officially fucked!"
"I ammmmm goooood." Benjy replied, almost holding out his hand to touch Ivy's, but pulling it back once he noticed that it was the size of her face. "I ammmm biiig noooow. Biiiiiigger thaaaaan youuuu or Msssss Havillaaaaand." When Jacob brought up Benjy's actions, his nostrils flared up as he clenched the ground. "I wassss nooottt mysssseeeeelf!"
"Oh my God, he's gonna Jeff Goldblum you." Luna whispered to Ivy, standing behind her. "I remember that creepy ass movie. He's gonna imprint on you or some shit and then you're gonna be his fly wife. You gotta push him back right now!"
Meanwhile, Rose was about to go around the park, throwing her hands up again and again, when Sebastian made his suggestion. "Holy shit, holy shit, everybody shut up! Seb, this could be it. If we get our faces out there, we blow the secret before it happens! I know you all are freaked out, but listen to me: I read comic books for a living. Telling our teachers, our parents, all that jazz, it's not gonna take us anywhere, because they're just people, and people can be silenced. But, if we get ourselves out there, on the internet, then we can't be ignored!"
There was a low, almost dog-like growl as Benjy got back up and shook his head, frowning as he tried to seem smaller than he really was. "I'm with, uh... bug kid there." Jae said to Sebastian's general direction. "I don't really want to get my face in the news. I already get enough shit as it is... plus, I don't even know what I can do."
"You haven't tried yet?" Ed asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
Jae looked down at him, and she slowly removed the cigarette from her lips. She snapped her fingers, and there was an eery beat before Lenore suddenly yelped, placing one of her fingers inside her mouth as Vivian looked on with worry. "Fuck," She hissed. "I think my nail just broke or something. Dammit."
There was another beat as Ed looked back at Jae. "You break people's nails?"
"It's not that, you—" She clenched her fists and shoved the cigarette back in her mouth. "Whenever I snap my fingers, something happens to people. I don't know what, though. I made a friend of mine slip and another friend found two dollars in his pocket. Makes no fuckin' sense, okay? Besides, that one tried to kill the other. We've got bigger things to worry about."
With the discussion that was going on, Rose found herself losing control of the conversation, and just as Sebastian began giving too much away, she stepped right in between all of them. "Okay, look, what David did... that's fucked up. But then again, so is what happened to all of us! We all got a little fucked up today! And Irene didn't die, so... okay, I'm not saying we should let David go, I'm saying we should focus on the important things. And right now, that's figuring out our powers as soon as possible, preferably right here, right now. Because— think about it like this— okay, he went a little weird and tried to kill her, what if... what if Bag Lady went a little weird and tried to kill a bunch of people just because we haven't figured out what her power is yet and helped her to control it?"
"Can you not use this girl as an example?" Lenore complained, though she didn't look that pissed.
"Okay, okay, fine, whatever, I'm not going to— just listen to me, everyone. We've been handed a situation that's unlike anything any human on the face of the planet has ever dealt with! Our decisions here can change the fate of the world! So let's not waste that on David and Irene- who, look, she's fine- and let's waste it on important things, like figuring out what our superpowers are!" She finished her speech facing Sebastian. "Back me up on this."
Michal watched with unbridled interest as Ivan wrote down his explanations, though a wave of guilt washed over his face once Ivan said he was born with it. "Oh— I-I-I'm sorry!" He stammered, as sweat began to build up on his forehead. "I didn't m-mean to offend you, M-Mister Ivan, a-a-a-and I swear that it w-was just—" The sweat started evaporating as the redness in Michal's cheeks grew. "— I didn't want t-to—-"
FWAH! The lampposts in the park were suddenly dwarfed by a new, brighter source of light: Michal, who had now become a walking human torch. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He yelled, falling back on his behind as his backpack turned into ashes and were lifted off him by the wind, leaving behind nothing more than a vague shape with a red-hot silhuoette. "SOMEONE!" He yelled, waving his arms around. "I CAN'T STOP IIIIT!"
Edited by Stratofarius on Nov 4th 2018 at 1:53:54 AM
AKA Nixer
It was quite the mistake that David had returned to anxiously fiddling around with his coin as Rose gave her little speech, as once Michal literally revealed himself to be the hottest guy in the room it was more than enough to make David jump and subsequently fling his favourite item into the upper atmosphere.
“#$&%.”
After peering up at the clouds for a few moments, trying to catch even the faintest glimmer of metal, he disappointedly returned his gaze to the slightly more urgent event, narrowing his eyes and loudly snapping his fingers to draw attention.
“I would say stay calm, but he's on fire. Anyone with unexplainably massive coats or hoodies please donate for the simple fact of he's on fire. As well as any water bottles and no alcohol no matter how chilled it is. And anyone who can't help please keep your distance for the love of god...”
Half of this was being said in a dull monotone even as he was sprinting towards the floundering Michal, shedding his rather weighty jacket himself and leaping up to throw it over the panicking teen's head and body; half-wrapping himself around him in an attempt to knock him to the ground.
It didn't work.
“Oh, #$&%. Michal, stop panicking. Drop and roll, for Christ's sakes! Drop and roll!”
Curse my pre-growth-spurt form.
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Transcender of Gender
Warner Street Park, Light 'Em Up Up Up (Actually Please Don't)
It was a little frustrating that the answers that Ciro received about the two crimes were still vague on the details. Benjy and David both saying that they weren't in control of their actions, but not actually explaining what their actions were.
Rose, in a roundabout way, put his thoughts into words. "I agree that our biggest problem is that we just don't know anything about what's happening. About what we're capable of, what we've all done, and why. It's making us freak out, and that's causing these-" he struggled with the word, "-these powers to get out of control. The best thing we can do is try to calm down and actually talk this through, rather than arguing with each other over things that we don't fully understand. We need to get a better grip of our situation right now before thinking about the big picture."
Then, however, he frowned at Rose. "That all said, you shouldn't say what happened to Irene isn't important. There was an attempt made on her life. She could've d- she could've died." Sharp claws, children screaming. Ciro stuttered to a halt, having to take a deep breath before he could continue. "It doesn't matter what the circumstances were. She deserves to be heard about it, and more importantly, she deserves to feel safe after what-"
As if deciding to immediately contradict his words, Michal burst into flames.
It wasn't for the first time, so Ciro was somewhat prepared, but the sudden shift from a single flame to full immolation still made him freeze. Long enough for David to hurry by him, remove his hoodie, and attempt to throw it over the flaming boy. "David, wait-!"
Michal's clothing had burnt to a crisp. It was too dangerous to get close to him, but too late for Ciro to grab David and pull him back. There was nothing he could do.
Not with his body, anyway.
David would find, as both him and his coat fell over Michal's body, that it wasn't technically Michal's body that they'd grabbed. Rather, it was as if there was an invisible layer surrounding Michal, David kept from the burning flame by a few inches of solid air. Not only that, but the barrier seemed to dilute the heat, at least to a degree that David wouldn't feel like he was hugging a naked flame.
Presumably, more than one person was now staring at Michal, so it wasn't immediately apparent where this strange barrier had emerged from. Ciro gasped as suddenly a heat enveloped his mind, growing hotter the longer he concentrated on keeping a wrap on Michal's body. His only thought was to stop Michal from hurting himself or others, but if the barrier continued to exist without interruption then it would cause Michal to burn up the small amount of oxygen he had and, hopefully, douse the flames as a result.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Schrodinger's Human
Hyeonmobile:
Josephine Engel could never get the feeling of being out of place in this group. She was unsure if it was because of her prolonged history of being a loner or because of the ongoing conversation about drugs. Due to her lack of expertise regarding drugs, she elected to stay silent, occasionally petting the squirrel in front of her.
Accepting Nadine's offer, she pondered about Hyeon's idea of getting rid of powers.
"Do I want to give up this?"
This question circled around her mind. Giving up her newly acquired abilities would mean the return to her mundane life and, with it, no risk of danger. She would not hurt anyone by accident or being pursued by individuals that wish to use her. However, several thoughts prevented her from deciding to abandon her cryokinesis and electrokinesis.
What if unknown forces had already gotten their ever watchful eyes on her?
Paranoia, again. Yet, this time, she found her fears justified. Or at least, she tried to believe so. "What unscrupulous organization or individual would not want to use this potential for their goals? If they do come after me, then how will I protect myself or my family?" This was the justification that she settled with. Unlike most of the time, the girl was willing to let herself believe in what was probably a lie.
It was because it sounded more justified than "I don't want to lose my powers because I feel worthless without them."
"Figured as much..." Josephine reacted to Hyeon. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea in the first place..."
Edited by kaalban on Oct 15th 2018 at 1:23:12 AM
Everything that lives is designed to end.
Blood Mage Apologist
Warner Street Park, Emergency Fire Rescue
Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief as Rose came to his rescue. "Yeah, Rose is right," he told everyone, since, well, she was pretty right. "Let's hold off on the media thing. No one is going to go and reveal ourselves unless we've got a majority vote, and especially not without the people who have the most to lose agreeing," he stated-
And then Michal caught fire and everything went to hell.
His cry of "What the fuck?" and Fesxis's cry of Get back! went unheard- although the latter was the norm- as he stumbled backwards, one of their friends now suddenly a human torch. Like the comic.
Save your friends and get clear, Fesxis commanded, a touch of concern in her voice. Not for them- but for him, Sebastian realized with a start. Just do it! She snapped.
David had ran forward and was trying to knock Michal to the ground when Ciro started to do things. And David was hugging Michal but apparently Michal wasn't as hot anymore? But Ciro looked like he was-
Pull him away!
Throwing a shadowy tendril forward from a hand, Sebastian wrapped it around David and yanked, trying to drag him away from the on-fire man.
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
AKA Nixer
David realised his mistake only when he had already glomped the somehow-shorter teen. Though the heat felt lessened. That and Michal was more solid than he had initially thought. And by that he meant literally as solid as diamond.
In fact, was he even touching him to begin with...?
His thoughts were cut off as he was forcibly pulled off of the inadvertent human torch, landing rather solidly on his spine with an accompanying grunt of pain as he skidded along the ground a short distance. Scrambling back up onto his feet, he watched with minor disappointment as his jacket nonetheless caught light despite the diluted flame, the concentrated heat from the walking furnace that was Michal evidently too much for it despite Ciro's barrier.
“...In any case. Anyone have hydrokinesis? Cryokinesis? Because the only way I think I could personally stop it is by sapping out all the vibrational energy in his atoms. Except he's walking fire, so that'll probably extinguish him from existence. That and I'd need physical contact. And I quite like my hand.”
He turned to Seb a fraction, as he was closest to him and thus the most ready for idea-bouncing. “Talk him down? Except better this time? What do you think?”
Edited by Enirboreh on Oct 15th 2018 at 4:48:59 PM
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“Well then, maybe you need to get your nose checked – since Jacob got it in one,” replied David in a rather droll tone to Lenore, briefly looking her up and down before evidently becoming disinterested and returning his attention to the one of apparently decent scientific knowledge and the girl with the... spear.
He was still trying to work out how 'manipulation of quantum mechanical systems' and 'i have a big spear' fitted together in this whole superpowers schtick. But he supposed that didn't matter that much. They had two individuals related to creepy-crawlers, so at the very least redundancy wasn't a major concern. Plain weirdness undoubtedly hadn't to be either.
“Rhongomyniad,” he repeated softly, although that was mainly to disguise any initial pronunciation errors he might have made. The next comment was made out of genuineness, however. “That's a nice name.”
The odd half-smile he gave along with that wasn't a conventional one, but nonetheless he did seem to mean it in his own strange way. Inwardly, he was still checking off lists as to how this girl was similar to his own sister. Although he was starting to consider the possibility that this one was worse off than her.
The thought made him shudder.
Edited by Enirboreh on Sep 29th 2018 at 12:33:12 PM
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