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Yo, I'm Kidd. 29, latte enjoyer, not immune to anime girls.



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Working on a female character if ain't too late.
Sloane
Sloane hesitated in her steps, eyes narrowing at the horizon. She could barely make the group out, but they appeared to be human from this distance. They were still for a moment too...and then started to approach. Whatever they were, they moved in a slumber--but with a new purpose. Her eyes flickered about as she recalled Norihc's words: he had mentioned others but he had also pointed out that this place was for those who had been gifted, better than the typical rubble. And the closer the strange demons got, the less she believed they were even human to begin with. "Gross," she said simply once they were close enough, and her eyes flickered between her tattooed hands.

She was still unable to use magic: she didn't feel it respond when she reached for it, she couldn't conjure up a weapon, she couldn't light the monsters on fire. All she could feel was heat flushing her face in anger and another feeling sitting cold at the pit of her stomach. Was that fear? Glaring, she curled her hands into fists: she'd have to take care of these things the old fashioned way. Unfortunately for her human mother (bless her soul), Sloane had taken to human life as a bit of a delinquent--especially as an adolescent. Until her powers returned--or if they never did--those skills would have to carry her through this Hellscape.

Now that the monsters were before her, they were chattering about meat, and she was disgusted. It didn't quite read on her face, however, and even on her 4" heels, she stood firm. "Meat!" they continued to groan, and they moved in unison, like one force, as they spread out to close in on her. She remained confident, though, they were slow and zombie-like. So when she stepped back as one reached for her and she jerked her elbow down and knee up to violently sandwich his head between them, she wasn't surprised to see she was down to only five. Just take it easy, she thought, looking between them. She had all the time in the Void here, so she wasn't going to get herself killed by rushing this.
Sloane
This world was beyond her knowledge and belief, and Red had left without much warning or time for questions. So, Sloane sat at what might had been a bank of a vast lake if its water wasn't dried to Hell, eyes narrowed against the crimson sky as she struggled to put the pieces together. The strange being had said that 1) she was dead, but how she died or where her magic went eluded her memory. This was particularly frustrating for a witch who's goal was to achieve immortality. Luckily, 2) he had also suggested one of three ways out of here. The five thousand body count was intimidating to say the least, even for Sloane, and falling in love... Her lips pursed at the thought and Sloane reached out to pick up and spill the dirt and sand at her feet. The mysterious path number three was likely her ticket out, but Red had decided to keep it to himself. "Asshole," she muttered, her voice low and angry.

Suddenly, she stood up tall and looked around, watching the horizon. Either of the known goals would be difficult without other people. So she tied her dreads back out of her face and started walking. She'd have to find someone eventually, unless the man was just fucking with her--which seemed entirely possible. In the back of her mind, a fear set in that this was just one huge game to someone and God help them if Sloane got her hands on them. Her goals for now, though, were as simple as remembering what had happened before she died, gain her magic back, and put together tools to defend herself. As she was now, she was only a woman with sharp nails and hard muscles: this was acceptable back on Earth, but who knew what sorts of people she would encounter here.

Sloane Shields | 40 | Female

Appearance: Sloane appears to be in her early to mid twenties, despite being much older. Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a dull green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like an undercut with both sides shaved close to her scalp. The dreads themselves sometimes lazily drape to one side to the other, are tied back behind her neck, or styled up in a bun of sorts. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well.

Notable Tattoos (aka magic imbued tattoos): Water color compass on her wrist that she can use to locate items or people via magic. A tree of life on the back of her neck that has roots that extend down to her back tattoos. This tattoo is what gives her extended life. On the inside of her arm, she has “seize the night” scripted in Latin: carpe noctem. It allows her to read and speak Latin fluently and was one of her first tattoos.

Height/Weight: 6'1" / 145 lbs

Race: Witch

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Fighting class type: Brawler / magic user

Evolution: Despite being one of the most powerful witches of her time, here in the void she has yet to unlock her powers. So she'll be starting as a plain old human, but here's a general outline of what I'm loosely planning for Sloane:
1. Gain a weapon
2. Gain memories of her death
3. Gain some power back: her tattoos and simple magic/spells
4. Gain the rest of her memories, maybe a second weapon
5. Gain her powers back
6. ???
7. Proft

Personality: When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town.

Biography: Magic has run in her family for a long time, though the farthest back she remembers is her grandfather who was particularly powerful. He taught her the magic she knows now growing up since his next in line–her father–wasn’t around to do so. While he raised her in magic, her mother raised her in a normal life. In high school, she attempted her first original spell to help her through Latin class: her “carpe noctem” tattoo–and it got her addicted to both tattoos and magic. A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. She had planned to raise it with him, but when he died she put the baby up for adoption instead. Then she dropped out of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.

When her grandfather passed, she was left to figure out magic for herself. This added to her stress. She at least had his magic journals, previous generations' magic artifacts, and Nox--a demon-like creature bond to the Shield family in servitude. It was in researching magic that she found a new obsession and curiosity: immortality. She was barely 20 when she dove into research on how to live long--preferably forever. Via her tattoos, she found a way: she enchanted the ink she used on other people, and that ink would drain their life force and give it to her, instead. This significantly slowed her aging and after 20 years, she only looks a few years older.

Unfortunately, an elite hunter from a very old and very powerful organization caught wind of her magic. He was no ordinary human either, for Sloane never had a problem with the average human. It still took him months, however, to fully unravel Sloane's secrets and eventually kill her. When he finally killed Sloane, it was after freeing the demon bound to her family line who returned the kindness by helping take the witch down. So here she is, in the void.

Reasons sent to the void: I mean she was killing people to live longer. That's pretty fucked up. She also used another being as a slave for all her life. Complete disregard for human life and an obnoxious pride in her witch heritage.

Weaknesses:
- She might be a witch, but her body is fundamentally human and she bleeds just like everyone else. Her magic is affected by her state of mind and body, as well, so being sick or severely injured will weaken her.
- In regards to the magic tattoos, if they’re badly damaged or removed the magic will stop working as well.
That's what I've been wondering...
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The President was in the oval office sitting down getting ready for this meeting. President Ray Mason was sitting down, his time in the oval office had been stressful. But nothing compared to the past month, ever since that Storm things had been going down hill. He remembered the speech he gave the day of the Storm. Then things began to progress, all sorts of weird things happening across the country. The whole rumors of super powers were dismissed, but after yesterday it was time to take federal action. He gave a speech on live television about what happened in Atlanta, how they'd get stronger as a nation, how the person would be punished it didn't matter if they could move walls and shake the foudnation of the earth itself they couldn't ruin the country. Now he was going over some information that a high ranking CIA operative Cori had sent him.

All this information was unbelivable, a project to experiment with superhuman abilities, documentation and proof that it caused the global storm three weeks ago, re-engineered extera-terrestial alien technology, and the fact that said aliens had tried and failed to invade the planet and they had been detained somewhere on this planet. "This is insane, Director, Cori Woods is almost here..and this meeting can start? I understand you have a more..militaristic approach about we should approach this issue, and deal with potential superhuman individuals. I must admit I'm eager to hear Ms Woods opinion first before I make my own, these people no matter what abilities they may or may not have many of them might still be U.S Citizens."

Director Verdock rolled both hands into fists at his side, and his knuckles cracked. Yes he had a more direct approach to deal with these........things, but you could not consider them U.S. fucking citizens. Because in fact they arent citizens, they are monsters. Hell bent on causing destruction and mayhem. "Mr. President I assure you if you let me take over the super power front, I can contain it within a week and keep all damage within the predetermined amount specified. These.....Empowered ,as we have labeled them, are nothing more than super powered insane criminals sir. I can only hope Ms Woods does not have a sympathetic approach."

The door opened and Cori Woods was escorted in by a man in a suit, who curtly nodded and returned outside the office. Another operative may have been nervous or tense, but within the short window since last night, she felt properly prepared. Even as she prepared, though, there were new developments happening in Atlanta alone, and it was almost too much to keep up with. Being the woman of grace she was, she stepped forward to formally introduce herself, offering a firm handshake to both the Director and President. "Good morning and thank you both for inviting me here. I've put together a comprehensive portfolio about, um, my findings, but I'll walk you through it, of course," she explained, handing both thick binders before sitting down across the table.

"I...retrieved documents that explain everything, outlined in those binders for your eyes only. And it's inconvieable, what has happened: there is an unaffilated organization called Coalition. According to the information, they obtained alien technology. The storm three weeks ago was caused when they attempted to-- I'm not even sure what they were thinking. Duplicate it to use it as a weapon? But that Storm is exactly what created the superhumans we see now. And, just to confirm, they are superhumans, Mr. President. I've seen first hand what they're capable of." Wondering if she had talked too much--over both these powerful men--she pulled back a bit and cleared her throat, red eyes flickering between both.

Ray could tell that Director Verdock didn't have a sympathetic stance towards these superhuman individuals, although he could hardly blame him with everything that happened especially with that hospital in Atlanta. "You will certainly have the leading authority, as well as Cori as it was the CIA who brought this to the United States attention, but I still think some discretion is needed. Yes there's been some chaos, and some suffering, but we can't jump to the conclusion that every person who has these abilities is a killer." He wondered what Ms Woods approach, and relaxed in his chair as she entered.

He shook her hand as she came in and was ready to hear what she had to say.He accepted his binder and began a preview of looking through the information she had."This Coalition seems to be a very dangerous organization, I read about what they did in their efforts to kill you to prevent this information from getting into the CIA''s hands if anything they should be a priority just as much as these Empowered individuals if not more seeing as how there responsible for not only the powers, but also the Storm three weeks ago. I see at this point as far as I'm concerned there not rumors, so Verdock what do you suggest?"

Verdock held his wrist by his right hand behind his back and narrowed his eyes. "Mr.President I have to urge extreme prejudice. We have had strange reports of these empowered people, enought to warrant labeling them, and now that we have proof it is obvious. We have to keep the proof out of public hands about what happened, and then hunt down every Empowered we can. They are all dangerous criminals. It does not matter if there are any nice ones, the bad ones have gone too far. They have ruined anything these...creatures...could have obtained." Verdock sighed. "And as far as this new organization is concerned......we should leave them alone. They seem to want to get rid of these Empowered, so we can deal with them after this crisis has passed."

"We can't ignore Coalition--with all due respect," she said maybe too quickly. "When they attacked, it was with a platoon's worth full of armed men, trained to kill. They killed American civilians in trying to retrieve the information I've given to you this morning. I don't know what their goal is in regards to the Empowered now that we all have to deal with them, but I haven't seen any evidence of them acting against these superhumans either." Cori paused, searching for words. "Whatever we do...I think we need men in the field on both fronts: searching out more intelligence on Coalition because we know so little. But I do agree with Director Verdock that we must act against the Empowered, as well. They're too dangeorus. And who knows how that Storm affected them--it may have altered their minds too or something."

Director Verdock narrowed his eyes at Cori. "Ms Woods, do you presume to have all knowledge at your disposal? That your rank allows you to everything?"

Cori could feel the heat creeping to her ears, but she only swallowed hoping she wasn't turniing too red. "No, Sir, not at all. It's just that I have experienced these dangers first hand--both Coalition and the Empowered--so I feel like my input is valuable." She paused again, deciding whether or not to voice her thoughts. She decided wrong, her tone ice: "But, please, feel free to educate us with your experience, Sir."

Ray wasn't expecting all of this. This discussion was not going to be as smooth as he planned, but with the matters they were discussing this was to be expected. "I agree we need to take action against individuals with powers..but what exactly that action should be" Ray paused as Verdock didn't bother to let him finish as he explained why they needed to do what he said and soon. "I'll say this..The Coalition took the lives of innoncent American citizens, not to mention they experimented with highly dangerous foreign technology that could have even worst disastorous effects then it did on the planet, then what?" He said stressing the point that while the Empowered where the main issues The Coalition had already shown to be a dangerous third party. "Her direct experience is something you don't have Director" He could sense the tension and actually wanted to smile but not now.

Director Verdock could almost feel a vein popping in his forehead. If onyl they knew........."Sir I was appointed head of the entire CIA for a reason. Believe it or not, not everything is shared amongst the politicians of DC. You people here are busy, you have other things to worry about." Verdock gripped his wrist so tight he could feel it almost cracking. "But in this case I shall share. This is not the first report of Coalition I have had. And right now, the Empowered are more of a trheat than Coalition can ever be." Director Verdock then looked at Cori. "Ms Woods you will remember your place. And you will remember you are not the Director. I am."

"Then what do you suggest, Director Verdock?" she asked, sitting up straighter to frown at him.

"I suggest we immediatley outlaw all Empowered. Any empowered that surrenders willingly will be spared, apart from the ones that have commited mass murder but we dont tell them this. We send those ones to trial, find them guilty, and have them executed. Humanely for the publics sake. We send all empowered to government facilities for testing and safeguarding." Verdock laughed in his head, safeguarding.........."Coalition's goals are slightly obscure, but they are interested in the Empowered. We can use this Mr President."

Ray had to nod his head in agrement Verdock was picked for a reason, and he thought it was about time to bring up the proposition he'd been talking about with Congress. "I can accept and believe that perhaps some information about The Coalition has circulated around before, my only concern is there willingness to kill American citizens to cover up information. "I must say Verdock..first off..your idea is..effective but extreme..I still believe there are some of these people that may be good U.S. Citizens who didn't even want abilities, or abilities that may not even be dangerous or even those willing to co-operate with the laws. First I want to tell you this the CIA will be in charge of the anti superhuman actions against the Empowered, Verdock of course your in charge, but we'd like Cori to run the Task Force and submit directly to you." Ray paused to let that sink in.

"So Cori will be in charge of everything else field missions ect regarding them, however her department will focus on Empowered, you still have the CIA to run after all she'll just run every major executive descision by you, and you can of course get as involved as you can be with the task force as well. Second there's been talks to allow this Task Force to have authority over Homeland Security, the military, national-guard, FBI, and even police forces whenever is neccessary. But I will say this..what your suggesting..I really don't want to do but I admit if it turns out all the Empowered is dangerous I will 100% support these actions Director Verdock, and I'll even propose a bill to put them into action. However this is a democracy, and without Congress, and the Supreme Court I can't authorize that only what's already been put on the table. We're in the talks of developing facilities to contain these individuals across the country, so I can authorize the CIA to began rounding them up and removing them from society for now. Deadly force can be used against those who prove dangerous or those who've already commited heinous acts whether or not their powers were used to support them. I will inform you that this is illegal, but this is an emergency situation based off what happens the next few weeks or months we can make a desiscion about whether or not an Anti Empowered Bill needs to be passed and if the extremes you want will be neccessary." Ray said releasing all the information he had and his final opinion on the matter.

Director Verdock was not one to smile often, but he did let out a partial upward side lip raise. This was just what he needed. He had been given authority, and now even more freedom to do as he wished. He knew what was at stake, and he knew he was the only one who had the courage to do what needed to be done. But Cori Woods........Verdock sideways glanced at her. She had been given more privelage than he wanted her to have.......the Verdock thought of something. The President had given her a chance, or a rope. Maybe that rope was long enough so she could hang herself with it. "Excellent ideas sir. But If I may, despite the previous words said, shall we allow Ms Woods to have more? She certainly is motivated. And has the attitude to boot. She is in charge of the task force, and all Empowered Operations, so lets give her the access she needs to do her job. I would like to promote Ms Woods to Director of the Georgia branch. That way she is able to have all the freedom to act she needs, and we should give her level 1 access." Level 1 access was the highest level of security access an agent could have, right below directior access.

Cori remained silent as the men discussed what plan of action to take with the information she gave them. Needless to say, she was pleasantly surprised when President Mason himself declared her in charge of the field techniques that would fight the empowered. A rare smile--two in one week, impressive--started to show and she thought it was excitement that had her and Verdock sharing knowing glances. However, she found herself stunned by his suggestions and taken off guard. The smile faded and her brows furrowed together inquisitively. However, she didn't dare interupt. This was exactly what she wanted: to excellently serve her country with the goal of rising through its ranks. So despite that nagging feeling in the back of her mind telling her to protest and be appropriately humble for once in her life, she didn't.

"Director Verdock, that..that's quite an honor that I can't say I expected," she said carefully, her ears ringing. "I appreciate the proposed opportunity and responsibility and I'll take it on seriously."

Ray was surprised by Director Verdock's change in attitude but in some ways he wasn't. Verdock wasn't neccessarily a bad man, he was a man who liked to get the job done. What some say as a cruel strike he saw as a willingness to get the things done that others didn't at all costs. Still he couldn't give in to such an extreme motion so early especially illegally, it was bad enough he was doing what he was doing. Still he'd feel bad if Verdock turned out to be right and lives were loss but it was a risk he was willing to take for the sake of democracy. "Alright Verdock.. I can agree to that, I'll grant your request congratulations Cori Woods. I know you'll serve your country well, and Verdock..we do tend to disagree but you know I picked you for a reason so needless to say I know you'll do the same, we can get a handle on this situation, and although I know I couldn't immediately authorize the actions you requested I hope this compromise turns out for the best..."He spoke confidently but still in the back of his mind he'd seen the footage of the hospital in Atlanta, if they all turned to be like this he'd be the first one to push Verdock's bill mainly due to all the sleep he'd loose at night knowing he had a chance to start now.

Director Verdock nodded. "Understood sir. Now, may we depart? We have much work to do." Verdock indeed had much to do. So much planning, so much strategy, so little time. And Woods.....oh Woods. Verdock inwardly smiled. She was a pain in his ass. This will show her that women have no place in the CIA.

Cori blinked at the Director and hesitated. This was it? She had expected--or at least hoped--for more direction, of any sort, and the size of her role was quickly dawning on her. "Right... Uh, thank you. I'll stay in touch," she said, looking between them.

"Alright this meeting is adjourned, we're having make-shift facilities set up right now. Get everything set up by Monday we can start removing Empowered individuals from society. Like I said this is illegal, if they have a prior criminal record that makes it easier, build up from that..if they don't just do it swiftly..if there going to be lots of people who notice there missing plant evidence of crime or criminal history if neccessary or just blame it on Empowered themselves it's not as if they haven't shownt he capability to make people go away..let's get to work, we have a coutnry to fix." President Ray began organizing the paper work on his desk, he had a speech later today yesterday he'd talked about Atlanta, today he was going to talk about the whole country.

Director Verdock nodded, walked over to the door, and held it open as he motioned for Cori to walk through first. As rhey walked down the halls and to their own respective means of travel Verdock spoke. "I assume you will treat this temporary grant of power with care. After this fiasco of an event, maybe you can even keep it. Just so long as you are actually able to end this Empowered nightmare."

Despite the generous promotion, Cori could sense the tension between them and the coolness of his tone. "I don't want to keep it, sir, with all due respect. I'm aiming for the top, but I appreciate the sentiment," she responded before coming to a pause where they would go their seperate ways. "And I won't be a second choice when I'm there."


Cori Woods
Friday
The day was finally slowing down. Kieron was still on her mind after the phone call, and she pulled the keys to the base from her pocket to eye. He was putting her in a mind by insisting she see him tomorrow night, but she supposed it would be the weekend. She would be free to do as she wanted, at least for Saturday. "Ugh," she grumbled, resting her head in her arms. Why did her freelance and violent contact have to make friendly with her? She didn't want that sort of baggage in her life, and especially not in her professional life.

"Better get home and rest up. You have a plane to catch in the morning."

Cori flinched at the voice in her office doorway and sat up. "You scared me," she breathed, resting her hand on her chest and quickly hiding the keys in her pocket again. "Wait, what plane?"

Her father looked around the office as he approached her desk, putting the flashdrive down in front of her. "I haven't told you to clean your room in over ten years. Don't make me start that again," he said. Then he sniffed, his teasing smile fading. "Is that smoke?"

Cori rolled her eyes, but was smiling, as she grabbed the drive. However she paused and looked to him. "Uh, Sir, this isn't the flashdrive." The one she had stolen was black and sleek. This one was black, sure, but it was clunkier and looked like something you could find at Staples.

Damon nodded and sat down across from her. "Don't worry. Everything was copied exactly as you found it onto that drive. That one's a little more durable too. Didn't take much to destroy the first.The one you had was able to be tracked, as I'm sure you found out. " He paused, brows furrowing in concern as he eyed her bruised face and messy hair. He sighed and continued anyway. "But about that plane--pay attention, now--this is big.

"I talked with the Director myself. We're flying you out to DC in the morning to meet with him," Damon explained, pausing, "and the President."

Cori blinked and exhaled sharply, eyes widening as she stared at the flashdrive she was fiddling with as she tensed. "W-wait, what?"

"I explained to them how you've been investigating the incident since its happening. How you've been gathering information on these empowered humans, and how you successfully took the initiative to put together a team to...retrieve the intel from Coalition and finished the job personally. I suggested you at the very least advise whoever ends up taking the lead on all this. But, Cori, if your briefing goes well with the Director and the President, they want you leading this operation. You have first hand experience already. There's no one better for this task right now." His words were stiff and curt, not soft like he had been when he first entered the office. "So I hope you have something prepared."

"I-I-I do," she said. Exasperated, she gestured at the computer in front of her and the yellow folders all over her desk. "Oh my God, I have-- I have to go home. I have to prepare. This is so much," she rambled, gathering the folders and stuffing them into her bag. She continued like this for a few minutes before stopping, remembering Damon was right there and silently watching her. She swallowed and cleared her throat.

"Thank you," she said as she got up to run around the desk. He stood to meet her and they hugged: Cori was tall and had broad shoulders and lean build. But embracing Damon, she appeared much smaller. "Thank you so much, I won't let you down."

Damon pulled away and nodded at her at arms length. "I know, Cori. I'm so proud of you."

The two stood there for a moment. And while Damon had no problem being warm, Cori had always been colder and more awkward, taking after her other father. So she cleared her throat and pulled away, fixing her hair. "Right, I'll...I'll pack up here and get home."



Satuday
Cori Woods awoke early and downed a cup of coffee and a cigarette well before the sun rose in the east. Her home was large for one person and very stylish: modern and minimalist, designed by the prestigious Woods Co.. She hated the color white, so the walls and furniture were decorated with warm, neutral patterns. The furniture complimented it perfectly, and each room had modern art hanging on the wall. However, the home lacked personality and intimacy. There were no personal photos save for the office, of her parents, and the entire house was far too clean. Even the kitchen was mostly bare except for the frozen dinners and wine.

So it was easy for Cori to leave, only hesitating at the door as she struggled to pick between the keys to the Rolls Royce, the Bentley, the Aston Martin, or the Porsche. Deciding after a stuffy briefing with President, she would want to get off the plan to a speedy Aston martin, and away she went.
Ariana
The incident by itself didn't interest Ariana. Once the world recovered from the minor hiccup three weeks ago, it was reported on and covered by every news outlet, mainstream or otherwise. There was nothing left to say about it, and the incident was old news after a couple days. Things weren't like they used to be, Ariana complained to her roommate. No one is shocked anymore, especially when so few people even trusted their news. When everything is reported on, nothing is news. So Ariana had continued drafting click-bait articles for her liberal-orientated, website based "journal," her dull life unchanged and her mind uninspired.

However, in her time on the internet, Ariana would occasionally come across strange claims and stranger videos. Her critical eye blew most of it off as fiction, editing, or classic bull shit, but as the days went on, more and more stories started to pop up. It wasn't until a week and a half after the incident that Ariana started documenting and saving these strange stories to her personal laptop. And the more she collected, the more serious she took the strange super powers: she dedicated a good sum of money to keeping all the files--well organized and sorted--on an external harddrive. She even wrote up mock stories and summaries and notes, detailing her finds and theories. She knew none of the powers appeared before the incident, for example, but she hadn't shared a single thing...she was missing substance. Hard proof.

Atlanta, Georgia. The closet major city to Ariana's home far on its outskirts was blowing up with news and violence. So, she decided to do what any good reporter would: dive straight into the chaos.

So there she arrived, bag on her back, wide eyed and excited to do something that mattered--

Ariana squinted at the skyline. A giant...bullet? had crashed into the hospital, creating chaos and destruction. "Oh my God," she gasped quietly, eyebrows raising and jaw dropping. Awestruck, she stood there, fresh off the bus and already frozen in fear--but not for long. "Oh my God!" she said again, finding the ability to move toward the commotion as others scattered. As she jogged toward the chaos, she took out her phone to record.
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