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King Of Imagination] [URL="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/29537-necessity4fun/ said:
@Necessity4Fun[/URL] Yes, fall prey to the good looks and soothing voice of your eventual master... that sounds really weird actually. Oh well
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It sounds like something a vampire would say!! xD


Is Michael secretly a vampire?? OWO
 
@welian Rivals? Morgan, the plain looking, shy telepath, and Michael, the incredibly attractive, confident, well spoken, rich, foreign telekinetic? I mean, sure, we could be rivals, but I don't know how much of a rivalry it would be. Plus, rivals over what?
 
King Of Imagination] [URL="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/11743-welian/ said:
@welian[/URL], Morgan can't rival Michael. But no worries, Michael isn't interested in Cecilia, so Morgan's free to do his own thing.
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I would be slightly concerned if Morgan, 17, were interested in Cecilia, 14. She reminds him too much of his little sister, to boot.
 
@welian well, still, what is there for Morgan and Michael to be rivals over. Also, the day Michael got his rank:

Michael and Gabrielle has actually been scheduled by a social worker to go and have their powers tested. Gabrielle went in first, and came out looking relatively pleased with herself, having gotten an A-ranking. Michael was also pleased, he knew his sister was strong, and A was rather close to S, the strongest, and that meant his sister was more than strong enough to carry out their plans. But, of course, Michael knew he was better. He’s always been a little bit smarter, a little bit stronger, and a little bit more in control of his emotions than his sister. So at his turn, he walked in, and they asked him his power.


“Telekinesis.” he replied, and they put him through some testing, lifting various heavy objects, pushing and pulling, high impact hits, even flight. Basically, if you can think of it, they tested it. Michael’s tests actually took a little over two hours due to the range and scope of his abilities, and at the very end he sat down and the person in charge of testing walked over.


“Alright, we’ve scored your abilities, and we’ve decided you need a level 3 limiter. You have been determined to be A-rank.” As she finished her sentence however, the building began to shake. She looked at Michael, who was currently gripping the chair rather firmly, and just had time to get down as the entire right wall of the building torn off and thrown about 40 feet vertical and about 100 feet away. He was quickly strapped into a level 4 limiter and walked out with a small card labeling him as an S-rank.


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Swoob said:
so uh
our goal in flight of the valkyrie is taking down the birds and bird man right
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Lucas is on the bird man. Simple plan really. Hoping it even works! :D
 
Joel Dawson - First Day

I was thirteen years old when they found me. Or rather, I went to them. Doctor's orders.


I thought they were going to take me away. I thought I had done something wrong.


I thought they would throw me to the ground but this time would be different: This time I wouldn't get back up.


But they were courteous, if not a little stiff. I still remember my interrogator's, sorry, I mean my interviewer's voice: Baritone, enunciated his words, avoided contractions like the plague, a suit through and through.


He never told me his name.


I had been led to him and what sounded like an office. The receptionist gave me her arm. I thought about telling her to fuck off.


Instead, they started going down the checklist: Not one for people with the gene. One for signs of anxiety and depression in children.


"How often do you feel tired out for no reason?" Not lately.


"About how often do you feel nervous?" I feel it right now.


"Have you had thoughts about--" No.


At that age, I didn't have an explanation for the indignation I experienced. All I knew was that I felt insulted. What, just because I can't see, I can't be as happy as everyone else?


I didn't have a chance to voice my complaints before they ushered me elsewhere. Shuffling fabric, clinking metal, a gasped "oh" of pity. Haha, she had no idea.


Hours passed. Disgruntled voices argued back and forth. Eventually, they asked me, "So what can you do?"


And I had no idea how to answer. "I can whistle my school's anthem?" That answer sent the researchers on another wild goose chase, thinking my voice could do something unique but more importantly - useful.


I started getting antsy. So antsy, I tried to leave in the middle of their theories. Someone had taken my cane, though, so I fell back on the very curse-slash-blessing that had led me into this mess. As soon as I did, though, all sorts of sounds and alarms blared. Under my collar, I started to sweat. I sensed four bodies in the room with me.


Being a stupid ass kid, I bolted.


I got as far as the lobby and out the door before the overwhelming heat knocked me out and onto the pavement. Another bruise and bloody nose to add to the collection.
 
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instead of doing the writing prompt i did this :v


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CloudyBlueDay said:
instead of doing the writing prompt i did this :v
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For someone so confident of not fucking things up, she apparently fucked up her Ns though.
 
Mitch Castle - The day she finds out she's capable of doing something great


ps: long


plus i don't know whether she is allowed to be tested inside the hospital??

She woke up to find that she is handcuffed to her bed and a black box is strapped to her right leg. She's covered in bruises and scratches, nothing too serious. Without her glasses, she couldn't see clearly but she still could read that the name of the hospital she was in from the hanging wall calendar. She could also tell that the TV was on, showing a news channel reporting something involving a 'superpowers accident'.


A knock on the door and a lady and two men in a suit walked in. At first, Mitch thought she was from the Party. But she took out her ID card and showed it to her, someone from Commonwealth.


"Feeling better now?" Mitch nods as an answer, as the lady sat down on a chair next to her bed while the two men stood by the door. She took out a voice recorder and turned it on before asking, "Care to tell me what happened yesterday?"


"A man... He can control the earth... He lost control, wasn't he?" The woman nods. Of course, she remembers the dude in the theme park. The ground shook, boulders are lifted off the ground and randomly flies at people.


"People are injured, people running around to all direction..." Screaming and panic. Her friends joined the crowd, they are separated. Then a boulder comes down at her... And she blocked it. There's no mistake, though her memory is a little bit hazy.


"I don't... I don't exactly remember what happen next?"


"You managed to slow the man down- long enough for a blue card holder to take him down," The lady explained, picking up on where she last remembered. "By taking control of his boulders, dropping them to the ground before they strike anyone else."


"... Okay?"


"And then it's your turn to lost control."


"I started throwing rocks in every direction?"


"No... You see, the blue card holder was someone capable of manipulating the weather. He summoned a storm, using the strong wind to knock the out-of-control man down on his feet..." A dramatic pause. "Another storm appeared, as big as the one summoned by this A-rank before disappearing as sudden as it's appearance."


"... And?"


"There is no one else with weather-related power in the area at the time." Another pause. "Then, we realized that your power might not be what it seems to be."


"My power?" That was stupid. Of course it is her power. She's a freak now, a superpowered human being. She couldn't help but to be curious, hearing that her power is 'not be what it seems to be'. "What do you mean? I can control earth, just like that dude right?"


"Then try to destroy the wall in front of you." Mitch accepted the challenge. She lifted her left hand, one that's not cuffed, and tries to tear a hole in the wall. After staring at it and letting out an growl ("Come onnnnn!" which is embarassing) for at least two minutes, Mitch gave up. "See?"


"Then what is my power?"


"Can you guess our power?"


What.


The.


Hell.


Lady?


Mitch clearly asked about her power and now she tells her to guess hers instead? The lady smiled at her, still holding her recorder. She... Mitch somehow knew that she doesn't have any sort of power. The man with the red tie doesn't have one too, but the bald guy does. Animal? Beast?


"That person... Beast transformation?"


"Only partially." The bald guy corrected, as he transformed his left hand into one of a wolf. "But you are correct."


"Now, can you copy his power?"


"... Copy? I... I can't? I mean, how am i supposed to?"


"Well, we are just as clueless as you." The lady shook her head. "We suspected that this is your power, the ability to copy- to borrow - someone else's power for a short period of time...."


Wow, even her power couldn't decide on what it actually want to do and what to become. Just exactly like her.


"... Which is an amazing and unique power, in my opinion."


"Huh?"


"Your power has unlimited potential, albeit restricted by the limit of your own body. It seems like you can copy any kind of power, no matter what rank the power is if our theory is correct. You can be an S-rank, and then you can be a D-rank, depends on the power you copy at that moment. Not just that, your power allows you to be flexible and supportive, especially in a team. You should be able to fit in any role."


As blank as an empty canvas.


She was always blank, living her life aimlessly- She never had the courage to start drawing, to start painting. All these time, she did nothing but to stand in front of it and imagine what kind of painting that she will paint on it. The way the lady explained her power makes her realize that now she's holding a brush. Suddenly, a sense of determination appears inside her heart. Mitch turned to the bald guy and lifted up her left hand.


Partial beast transformation, he can change a part of his body into one of a beast. Is it just wolf? No, he could also probably turn into something else. A bear? With black fur and sharp claws...


And her arm started to turn. It grew slightly bigger, with black fur sticking out of her skin. Her fingers turned into claws, and just like that, she transformed her left arm into one of black bear's.


"The copy ability." The lady grinned. "Congratulations, Mitch Castle. You have a B-ranked superpower."
 
I did a thing, be happy.


The first prompt – Write about the day your character went to Commonwealth to have their powers tested and ranked.

Serving overseas, an outbreak of violence in Argentina that escalated into full blown conflict, Jason found himself pinned down behind enemy lines on the edge of the city with his squad. It was a hell hole, only 29 and he had found himself staring death in the face. Bullets flew overhead, embedding deep into the concrete behind his sweat soaked head, crumbling the bricks he and his two brothers took shelter behind, lacing the rest of the room with whizzes and thunks of death. The disintegrating building filled the air and their eyes with dust making it hard to pick out their assailants, and the moans and screams echoing through their small building never stopped leaking from their NCO's mouth, much like his blood wouldn't stop leaking from what was left of his knees, made it hard to listen out for approaching footsteps… Hell.


The rest was a blur.


Waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by clipboard wielding suits, Jason was informed that his platoon did indeed make it out alive, all thanks to himself, apparently. According to the reports delivered by his fellow soldiers, and satellite footage of the scene, Jason's "power" had awoken under the immense stress he was placed under during battle. The sounds of the surrounding battle had went silent, guns made no noise, the screams subsided from the air until a single literally earth shattering roar erupted from Jason's mouth, creating untold destruction across city, or what used to be a city… now nothing but a cone of scorched dirt and a single bullet riddled concrete wall.


"We have had reports from fields of battle several kilometers away that they felt, and heard, the blast. And the satellite readings are, well they're..." they explained, continuing on through figures and numbers, kilometers, PSI, wind speeds, particle velocities, Richter scales. Jason couldn't find the words to answer or ask any questions of his own though, his voice failed completely. Doctors explained that this was due to the outer layer of his vocal cords and trachea being cauterized, and that he would be needing surgery to recover.


A few months later, Jason found himself transferred into Commonwealths private security forces stationed around the US, moving from facility to facility, from situation to situation, from tests to experiments, he moved around as needed.


"Okay Jason, are you ready?" asked the voice excitedly through the intercom system. Looking over his shoulder with a hand over his eyes to block the harsh desert sun he had been stationed in for the last few days, Jason nodded towards the reinforced bunker like building built into the cliffs behind him.


"Ready."


"Okay, you're good to go whenever, good luck Colonel!"


Looking out over the flat barren expanse of land in front of him, Jason took in a large breath of hot air and steadied his nerves. It didn't help that much though, the number of cameras and instruments pointed towards him was enough to make anyone feel out of place.


His feet shifted on the dusty ground, steadying his balance, and with the sound of a siren ringing through the air Jason Raised his hands and took in a massive gulp of air as the siren vanished abruptly.


Leaning forward and throwing his hands out to arm's Length Jason let out a roar from his lungs. The siren reappeared in an instant, it's deafening squeal mixed within the rumbling roar of shockwaves that shot across the empty expanse. Cameras and sensors in their path disappeared within the clouds of dust and rock that used to make up the desert floor. BEhind him, the bunker within the cliff shook, the young woman conducting the experiment steadying her cup of coffee as it threatened to take a trip off the table. Her other hand gripping a handrail for all it was worth.


"Excellent…" she muttered watching the numbers flash across a monitor above the window. "190.60 decibels. Particle velocity is...180 miles per hour, no wait, higher?!" Someone else within the bunker muttered.


"Well then, we should keep our eyes on this one…" the young woman added.


Outside, Jason fell to his knees as the winds died down and the noise subsided. It took a matter of seconds for a medical team to rush to his side, but with a helping hand to his feet, Jason gladly accepted the drink of water they offered him.


"We could have use for someone like him for the Artemis Project." she stated, watching Jason walk off towards the field tents."Order a transfer to Clark Knight."
 
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I, being the impatient being that I am for a second character and my joy in this character's conception; has made me decide to use this gal for a second character! She might get some revision from now and when I actually plan to send her for judgement, but I like her current thing. <3 badass e ranks are needed plz


Besides upcoming character, been super busy and I got some hellish Geography coursework that I don't particularly want to do that's due in tomorrow. I swear on my life I shall get a post up by Saturday or I shall ask @welian smite me with her glorious GM wrath.





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  • Full Name

    Jesika Jha

    Nicknames

    J.J

    Codename

    The Houndmaster

    Gender

    Female

    Age

    34

    Rank

    E

    Limiter

    N/A

    Role

    Security Guard / Technician {HALL MONITOR OF DEATH}



 
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