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[indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=e700ff][I]Midway City,[/I] - [I]Michigan[/I][/color][/sub][sup][right][b]Episode #1:[/b] [COLOR=e700ff][I]Magnetic Madness[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=e700ff][I][@PatientBean] - Oracle   |   [@Damo021] - Flamebird   |   [@Lord Wraith] - Blitzkrieg  |   [@PapaOso] - Sacrifice |   [@Hillan] - Accelerate   [/I][/COLOR][/sub][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Post #1.01:[/b] [COLOR=e700ff][I]Opposite Forces[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/indent]

[indent]Evie's alarm went off right next to her head during that quiet hour of the morning where the sun wasn't quite up, but the sky wasn't quite dark either. Light poured in through the windows of her room as she flung herself out of the bed with the grace of a tractor tire, onto her feet before the blood could rush to her head. It was three months since she first showed up at this place, and every day served to drill a new routine into her having left home. The first part of that routine was to wake up with the sun to get a head start. She was doing that now. Rolling her neck, stretching her arms and shoulders, then her legs. Evie's joints popped like an empty plastic bottle clacking against the ground as she grabbed a fistful of what she called “the essentials,” her phone, two energy bars, rolled up hand wraps, and her earbuds. All of this happened in the span of two minutes, with throwing on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt making it three, before she even turned on the lights. Reaching the hallway made it four minutes.

It was a little over three months now since Evie first got here, and so far, she often felt like the one high school student among a group of grade school students. Most of the students at Titans Academy were wide-eyed metahumans or otherwise “super” in their own right, but lacked the confidence she had as she walked across one arm of the comically shaped building to the other. One earbud was currently in her ear as the other dangled from her shirt collar as she crunched down on one energy bar after the other. As she walked, she was hooking her free thumbs into her hand wraps and slowly getting them looped around her palms. Evie was very much a morning person, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of early day, and taking advantage of the overall deficit in distractions that gave her additional time to dedicate to the second part of her morning routine: The training.

The gym was completely empty. Good. Evie instantly broke into a run around the gym, starting slow and gradually picking up speed with each lap, until she was running as hard as she could after 15 laps around the gym, as which point she slowed down to a walk the same way after another 15. Evie took a short break while flipping through her phone. She walked over to a punching bag and started a playlist titled “Soundtrack for Fighting God.” The first [url=https://youtu.be/2j9Cn6q-kag]song[/url] started, and Evie put it on full blast as her hands started glowing.

What followed was an entire hour of noises that could have been mistaken for explosions had anyone been around to witness it. 

[color=silver][b][i]🎶LEADER OF THE GODS, LORD OF THE SKIES. HE BRINGS A STORM OF HEAVEN’S WRATH TO HEED OUR CRIES!🎶[/i][/b][/color]

Evie laid into a punching bag with ferocity of a machine gun, like the rapid-fire drums of heavy metal. Each punch was punctuated by a burst of neon fuchsia light that rippled across the punching bag in a shower of sparks. A full second didn’t have the chance to pass in the time that one fist left the bag and the other made contact once again.

[color=silver][b][i]🎶A REALM AWAITS OUR PASSING, AND AS OUR EMPIRE DIES, FROM THE BLACKENED SOIL OF EARTH…🎶[/i][/b][/color]

The floor around her bag to shake as her arms began to wear a mantle of the vibrant glow that assaulted the punching bag without end, like the rumble of a million feet stomping through bleachers. Evie’s arms were starting to burn from the brutal workout, while light traveled up and down her like fire, she would maintain this until either she was too fatigued from such an intense exercise, or…

[color=silver][b][i]🎶THE UNDERWORLD SHALL RISE!🎶[/i][/b][/color]

Evie reared her left fist back into a haymaker, and slugged the punching bag, leaning into her right leg. The bag swung upwards from the collision, and her left leg absorbed every drop of light brimming from her as it was brought up in time with the punching bag’s fall. The contact resulted in a blinding flash and a sound similar to a deep whip crack. The bag was destroyed, and the entire gym rumbled like an earthquake. Evie was carried into the ground by the motion, tumbling only somewhat gracefully as clumps of foam and nylon were exploded across the gym, leaving half of the punching bag hanging from its spot. Faint trails of neon light were left behind from concussive shockwave. Kicks were not Evie’s strong suit. Hopefully no one would know that it was her who just destroyed a perfectly good piece of training equipment. Now that she was warmed up, it was time for breakfast.

Breakfast, however, was cut short as the alarms went off.

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“If you’re here at the academy suit up and get ready to go into the field. There’s been an accident at STAR Labs and the local authorities aren’t able to get through. Meet me out back at the helipad in three minutes to teleport there. Cyborg out.”[/i]

Evie immediately sprung for her gear in a level-headed dash to the armory, and was at the helipad in record time. Teleportation wasn’t something she had much experience with. Interestingly enough, she never faced a teleporter at Blackburn, and she wasn’t a tech whiz who knew how an engineered teleporter worked. Evie- now Shattercrash- stumbled a little as she found herself in STAR Labs surrounded by her fellow Titans-in-training. The lab was an absolute mess. Scattered degree, broken glass, and a mad scientist in front of her. Shattercrash’s eyes darted around the room under her fuschia colored hood. The glow of her power emanated faintly like the flame of a candle as she processed the situation.

Cyborg was in pieces… literally.

[color=lightgray]"Shattercrash, Flamebird, take the offensive-[/color]

[color=e700ff][i]You read my mind, furball.[/i][/color]

Shattercrash was wearing black, knee-high boots than began to glow brighter and brighter along with her right arm. Shattercrash broke into a run and pushed off the ground with a loud booming sound, slingshotting herself across the lab as she turned her shoulder towards Polaris. Her plan was a simple one: Wait for an opening- check- and punish the Doctor for letting his guard down with a frontal body slam. 

In that sense, she was living up to hers as well.

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