[hr][h1][color=Powderblue]Taylor Pierpoint[/color][/h1]

[@Mr Allen J] 
[@RaijinSlayer] 
[@Toadropes] [hr] 

"Ah, I did not know that," Taylor said to Jen. "Where I come from, powers are generally accepted. It is nice to meet all three of you." As Taylor was about to comment on Ratchet's arm, a voice came from behind her. 

[color=0072bc][i]"As if people are going to give two shits that you're dad's some glorified tailor, who's greatest contributions to the world is making people pay outrageous amounts of money for stupid shit. Tell me, Taylor, what has your father, and you for that matter, done that really makes a difference in anyone's life? I really doubt you can come up with anything that really counts, but hey, maybe you'll prove me wrong."[/i][/color] 


There are three things that you generally shouldn't do in this world. The first one is smoke. Smoking cigarettes is gross and disgusting. Just don't do it. It makes me want to punch you (This has been a public service announcement from the Maxx campaign to end cigarette smoking). The second one is scream "fire!" at a microphone at anything involving the White House, FBI, CIA, or NSA. You will get tackled and tasered and beat the fuck up. 

The third thing you should never do is talk shit about Taylor Pierpoint's father in the presence of Taylor Pierpoint. 


The moment Aiden's words escaped his mouth, the surrounding area got [i]very[/i] cold. Taylor had opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it and turned around. Frost was accumulating across the boards and on the snowflake floating in Taylor's hand, making it look more like an oversized shuriken. She stared him down with her intense blue eyes, thinking of what to say. She thought of just kicking his ass, firstly, of turning him into a little ice sculpture. But, as Jen had mentioned, people didn't use their powers as freely around here, and she didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself. Then she thought about answering the question directly, about donating to charity and her father's non-profit organization which he used to bring clothing and shoes to people in poor nations. She herself had run clothing drives at the Academy. Then, after Meifeng spoke, she decided to just tell him to go fuck himself. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she shouted. "You know nothing about me! I don't have to justify myself to you, you asshole! Maintenant tu es perdu avant que je vous geler à mort et laisse votre corps au fond de l'océan!" 


[hr][h1][color=Dimgray]Sam Clarke[/color][/h1]

[@He Who Walks Behind] 
[@Mr Allen J] 
[@SepticGentleman] [hr] 

The bartender went off and got the rest of the drinks, placing them in front of the customers. Someone from the back brought out an order of wings and sat it next to Sam. His eyes widened and he whispered "thanks". He dug into a wing as Michelle talked. He smirked at the "I hate birds" part, and laughed when she mentioned "stories". He exchanged glances with CONDOR, and they both smiled. 

"Oh hell yeah," Sam said. "We've been through some crazy shit back in Mendel, let me tell y'all. I remember there was this one raid we went on against the Skulls, up on ol' Watson Street. Our intel told us that this was one of their big hideouts, y'know? This was supposed to be where they were keeping all of their heroin and it was guarded by a substantial number of men. Mooks, mainly, no metas. Ol' Skelly always let the humans get mowed down first, y'see. The hideout was in this old school building, abandoned a few years before, and we figure out that the heroin is being stored in the old principal's office in the center of the building. So we bust through, kick ass, CONDOR straight decked this one poor fucker. This one agent we called OSTRICH walks in with a fucking machine gun and starts mowing down everything that moves. 

"We finally get to the principal's office, and y'know what we find? Jack shit but this one really fat guy with tusks. We walk in, tell him to stand down, ask him where the drugs are, and this guy is real fucking ugly. Like, brown mohawk, a literal pig nose, tusks coming out the corners of his mouth. Real fuckin gross. He looks at me, goes "oink!" and then turns into a giant fucking warthog! I'm not even joking this thing look like it was out of fucking Mario Party or something! And he was real fuckin tough too! Bulletproof skin, resistant to electricity, whole nine yards. The fucker starts chasing us down the halls. Just imagine; me, CONDOR, and this guy who looked like a damn powerlifter sprinting down a hallway chased by a giant bulletproof pig! It was ridiculous!"