[center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
As she might have expected, Sylph's reaction was just the cutest thing, though she felt a bit guilty she couldn't help but giggle lightly, her chest full of a heady joy. She breathed in the feeling and it flooded her and for a moment things were good.

Then the ground shook, cratered, and split open. Tables were overturned, hers included, and in a flash, silver wings had spread, covering her. Evelyn had ducked behind the table as well and, instinctively, reached out to her projection, willing it up into the hall where it spread out into a fine lattice-like network of faintly glowing silver light. It remained like that for roughly ten seconds, allowing a copious amount of information to wash over her mind and coil in her thoughts, constricting her view, taking up all her focus, consuming her. Then she recoiled and the projection went hazy, before she shunted it back beneath the floor where it remained.

In that moment of abject panic and confusion she realized she wasn't breathing. Her mother's words that day before her power went under review and the words of her martial arts instructor came to her unbidden. Despite the situation and her fear she felt her lips curl into a slight smile.

Breathing again, then keeping that breath steady like she'd been taught, Evelyn centered herself. She was present. There were people here who needed protecting. Innocents and people she cared about. She didn't have time to cower.

[Color=pink]"Ceramix. Rockers' leader. Second in command Shatterpoint. I don't see anything indicating he's here too, but....I think it's likely. I'm with Messiah, what's our orders?"[/color] She heard Tiger Lily through her comms and the young girl's voice, in her ear, and near her was another point to focus on.

Turning her head she glanced at Lillian and her eyes lit up as things clicked into place. Messiah and Tiger Lily were holding hands, and despite the situation they had the cutest little grins on their face. There was a sort of determination and strength in their eyes and bearing. She envied it, but she was happy for them all the same.

Letting go a breath she didn't realized she'd started holding—again for that matter—Evelyn, no, [i]Tulpa[/i] closed her eyes, pressing a hand to her comms to be sure she'd be heard over the noise.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Team, cover me while I sort through powers. Got a lot, might take a minute, but when I'm done there's gonna be a helluva reckon—woah!"[/b][/color] with a crash that had her opening her eyes, the entrance to the concert hall burst forth, and a flash of white and pastel blue monstrosity blurred directly at the back of Ceramix's golem.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Um. Yeah. Cover me,"[/b][/color] she said, a bit stunned before centering, closing her eyes once more, and focusing. Focus directed out from her body, she took hold of her projection and a brief flash of silver light shot up through the floor, parallel to the floor, and swept up over everyone, before vanishing into the first layer of the concert hall's ceiling. She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as information roared through her mind, consuming her attention entirely. Tulpa felt a flash of fear, but for once she breathed and embraced it, letting it pass like the fleeting thing it was. Then the knowledge came, materials first, followed in swift order by cascading geometry with edges and lines marked with numbers and letters. It all converged, becoming groupings of the diagrams, which then began to rapidly—faster than the human eye could have tracked—cascade down from geometric forms, to anotated 2D diagrams, to equations with some words surrounding, and then finally rows of words formed, each grouped separately from the others. Some of the descriptions were more garbled than others and she focused on those. They clarified and organized themselves.

It was always weird seeing things like this, rather than just seeing the results of powers. Even stranger were the connections. Powers—however she perceived them—were always somehow linked to other powers. Sometimes it manifested in literal linking lines or overlapping geometry, other times, like now as she parsed the information that her projection was giving her, the connections were represented by how much distance was between one power description and another. Like blurbs of text arranged across a page, with those that were more closely related being physically nearer to eachother.

Shelving the thought process, Tulpa focused in on the powers, mentally flicking over those she'd seen before.

[indent][indent][indent][quote=Epsilon.][i][b]Construct creation. Process: Manual. Tech focus: Shard interfacing. Focus: Augmentation; Countermeasures; Permutation.

~~~(Mechanical)Shard-->Shard-to-Shard-to-Brain information transference. Full-spectrum access to information database. Limitation: Temporary Memory Retention. Access Trigger: Inspiration/Observation.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Margrave.][i][b]Contact-based transfiguration. Focus: Object alteration. Scalable size. Limit; 1:1 | "Condensed." Object localized mass-phase translocation.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Tiger Lily.][i][b]Alternate form. Scalable. High physical resistance and strength. Enhanced detection and reaction. Focus: Hearing, smell. Proximity object integration. Transformation method: dimensional mass-transition.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Messiah.][i][b]Protective absorption. Focus: Energetic. Physical limiter. Control appropriation. Non-adaptive control method. Upwards limit, irrelevant. Dimensional access. Energetic storage method: Dimensional. Access threshold: Neural interfacing. Ranged application. Heightened mental acuity. Focus: Precision.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Inkscape.][i][b]>>>~Maladapted shard. Synchronization error.
Hybrid anatomy: Cephalopod. Altered physiology. Ink generation--control. Extended autonomy. Dexterity/multitasking enhancement. Exact parameters unclear.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Noble.][i][b]Physical alteration; Phased mass, back-loaded respiratory function. Sub-dermal dimensional phase gas reservoir. Release method: Dermal Pores. Control schema; neural, muscular, dermal interfacing. Intuitive knowledge: Gases. Extended awareness. Limit: Auto-generated gases. Control Limit: Range.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Captain Morales.][i][b]One-way Neuro-chemical brain-to-brain interfacing. Ego-jacking. Control schema: Neural. Limit: Range.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Overlook.][i][b]Shard-host prediction interface. Temporal limit: 2:1. Automatic input. Physical Alteration: Augmented processing|Memory retention.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Hermes.][i][b]Time-space bredth compression. Static spatial reduction. Shard-host sync error. Limit: Host physiological deterioration. Waypoint queuing. Physical augmentation: Three-fold physiology. Travel mechanism: Sub-dimensional extraplanar phase shifting. Shard sync error: Broken limiter – Warning, possible material intermingling. Shard sync error-correction: Imposed limit – Prerequisite ~ Host destination awareness.[/b][/i][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent]

She breathed, eight seconds had passed, she could tell. It was weird, she hadn't been counting, but she just...[i]knew[/i] how long she'd taken. Still, the powers swirled in her mind, some untouched and she breathed deeply before sinking her awareness back into her power. Now that she had the familiar capes out of the way, it was time to analyze those she'd had little or no exposure to.

[indent][indent][indent][quote=Furnace][i][b]Dimensional phase thermal manifestation. Control schema: Neural|Shard backloading. High Precision. Physical alteration: Locked homeostatic equilibrium. Dual-phased physicality. High precision dermal temperature modulation.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Mastar.][i][b]Physical alteration focus: Hyper dense viscous material transmogrification. Intuitive control schema. External control method: Ingestion. Physical form modulation. Protective measure: Material generation. Trigger: Neural|Broken Threshold.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Sylph.][i][b]>>>~Maladapted shard. Synchronization error. Error correction success: 85%.
Non-standard anatomy: Metal-composite dermal layer. Homeostatic reduction. Thermal retention. Expanded physicality: Wing Pair(2). Tail. Digit weaponization: Successful. Error—Increased bear weight. Correction: Physical alteration – Enhanced strength, speed, physical awareness. Metallic layer, dermal shedding/manipulation. Shard-bud detected – Power expansion: Atmospheric pressurization. Modifier: Escalation. Limit: Focus.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Kyoshi.][i][b]Geologic matter interfacing. Limit: Range. Limit: Precision modulation on broken mass threshhold. Synchronization modifier: Host movement. Matter locomotive function: Shard offloaded. Extradimensional kinetic shunting.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=G4M3R.][i][b]Construct Creation. Process: Manual. Tech focus: N/A. Inspiration: Idea actualization/compounding/combination.

~~~(Mechanical)Shard-->Brain information transference. Intuition-based grasp of extraplanar mechanics; physics; astrophysics; quantum mechanics. Limitation: Temporary Memory Retention of gathered data.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Angel.][i][b]Altered State: Physiological alteration. Transdimensional mass vampirism/modulation. Focus: Durability. Enhanced physical output. Expanded form: Wings(2). Sight-initiated neurochemical tampering.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Ceramix.][i][b]Touch-initiated matter displacement. Manual interfacing. Limit; Mineral. Mineraloid.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Outsider.][i][b]>>>~Offloaded consciousness. Joint anchor. Terminal link.

[u]Prime Vessel:[/u] Activation Trigger access. Altered behavioral patterns. Neural path chimerization. Transdimensional interchange.

[u]Second Vessel:[/u] Activation Trigger access – Host. Augmented automaton. Sensory input: Electromagnetic|Sonic stimulus. Vocal Output: Extra dimensional phase. Specialized physiology: Transmutive conduit. Accelerated matter appropriation. Hyperdense multi-phase core. Focus: Kinetic energy. Redirection: Defense. Offense. Propulsion. Charge: Solar. Control Method: Shard offloading via-Second Vessel – Full-spectrum embodiment.[/b][/i][/quote]

[quote=Unknown Individual(Visage).][i][b]Sight-initiated neural interfacing. Focus, Visual cortex. Visual alteration. Alteration limit, Time interval. Scalable retro-temporal-permanence. Focus: Memory. Activation method, trigger. Perceptual-link. Personal sensory amplification.[/b][/i][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent]

She opened her eyes and found that a miracle had taken place. She'd kept breathing. Swallowing hard, Evelyn grasped at the overturned table, steadying herself. That had been quite a bit to process all at once. Blinking she checked her internal mechanism and found that only eight more seconds had passed. Well, at least it was consistent, she thought with a slight offkilter laugh. She didn't sound too good, maybe she'd overdone it.

Trying to center herself she called upon her projection and it fell, formless, from the ceiling, rushing imperceptibly about the room. She couldn't rise to see without endangering herself, but she could use it as her and her team's eyes. Swiftly she managed to paint a mental picture of the situation. With that done, her focus returned, she activated comms.

Her voice was shaky.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Got a scan of all capes present in the hall,"[/b][/color] she reported, [color=#3068FF][b]"No sign of Shatterpoint. That's the good news. Bad news is there's an unknown cape present in civilian clothes. Not sure on exact location. Nature of power is somewhat unclear. Too early to make call-outs, but try not to meet the eyes of any civilians. Power is initiated by sight. Going to sweep my projection elsewhere. Gather material traits for a manifestation. Awaiting orders, Messiah. Inkscape."[/b][/color]

With that her hand fell and she exhaled, willing her projection further out, scanning concrete and tar in the road, metal girders in buildings, humans, grass and other plant matter. Processed wood. Water, the rubber of tires, and many other materials too numerous to count, let alone note.

She swallowed again and suddenly wished she had some water, despite everything. She knew she had to use her power soon, but...she'd put it off  and play support for now. She hated the idea of anyone here getting hurt because of these...these [i]blathering idiots.[/i] They just had to attack and ruin a good thing.

She grit her teeth, feeling a scowl on her face. She breathed and felt the expression fade, clarity coming to her again, though the anger remained beneath the surface. Waiting, grasping, trying for purchase. She had to be careful. She had to give it none. Hopefully these [i]jokes[/i] didn't do anyone meaningful harm.

It was a slim hope.