Writing up some NPCs: [hider=Nkiruka Lackle][hider=Picture][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1051369834639806544/1058197710928367676/Nkiruka.png[/img][/center][/hider] [b]Name |[/b] Nkiruka Lackle [b]Alias |[/b] 'Nick' for those who struggle to pronounce his name [b]Age |[/b] 23 [b]Gender |[/b] Male [b]Appearance |[/b] Dark skin, bright eyes, scrawny, and maybe filled with too much energy for his own good, Nkiruka hardly cuts an intimidating figure. He keeps his dark hair braided and bundled to stay out of his way when he’s working, either in the store or on the streets tracking Variant activity. Were it not for the shared surname, no one would guess he’s related to his sister. [Gear] [b]Attire |[/b] Nkiruka prefers bright, colorful clothing. He's rarely seen without his short-sleeved orange hoodie, even throwing it on over long sleeves in the winter months. [b]Armament/Equipment |[/b] He has a small handheld camera recorder and a camera phone - the latter, he usually uses for things spotted in the streets and generally unplanned interviews. The former, he prefers to use for formal interviews with Variants. His left eye is also made of glass, replacing the eye that should be there. [Temperament & Lifestyle] [b]Affiliation |[/b] Independent [b]Personality/Habits |[/b] Nkiruka has his head in the stars and his feet firmly on the ground - he’s an optimist who’s willing to work to make his vision of the future a reality. He doesn’t quite have the funds or connections, so he’s willing to do the next best thing: hit the streets. In his case, making his vision of the future a reality involves talking to as many Variants as he can manage in New Haven - get their side of the story, how they’ve suffered and coped, how they’ve done well. Because in his opinion, it’s important that people don’t forget Variants are human just like them. [b]Occupation/Trade |[/b] Stocker at Southern Technology/owner of the blog Variants and Vigilantes, a record of as many known Variants in New Haven as is possible [b]Skills/Talents |[/b] Almost supernaturally fearless and unflappable, few people can truly unnerve Nkiruka. He also enjoys whittling soap bars. [b]Family |[/b] Olufemi Lackle (father, alive), Amara Lackle (mother, deceased), Abeni Lackle (sister, alive)[/hider] [hider=Abeni Lackle][hider=Picture][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1051369834639806544/1059305673671856278/Abeni.png[/img][/center][/hider] [b]Name |[/b] Abeni Lackle [b]Alias |[/b] None [b]Age |[/b] 25 [b]Gender |[/b] Female [b]Appearance |[/b] Pale skin, one dark eye and one milky eye, a port-wine stain on her forehead and flowing clothing all contribute to the notion that perhaps Abeni is a specter from the great beyond. The only thing that rather ruins this idea is her hair - dyed purple, gathered into two pigtails, and curled. She doesn’t much look like her brother, the two only tied by blood and a surname. [Gear] [b]Attire |[/b] Abeni tends to favor flowing dresses in hues of purple and white. She also wears a red-chained necklace with an amethyst orb on it. [b]Armament/Equipment |[/b] Abeni doesn’t usually carry much around - a small purse, some cards, a snub nose revolver, a smartphone, and keys to her car and house. Nothing much. [Temperament & Lifestyle] [b]Affiliation |[/b] Independent [b]Personality/Habits |[/b] At a glance, Abeni could be your best friend - she’s warm, cheerful, empathetic, and willing to listen. Then she goes onstage to give her speech about the dangers of unchecked Variants, how self-policing never works, and the risk posed to her fellow humans. If she’s still your best friend after that, it depends on your own stance on Variants. To any Variant, even the Nobles, she’s no ally. She’s spearheaded a number of anti-Variant measures; her latest bill tackles the issue of Variants who supposedly can’t control their powers, with consequences such as fines, Variance suppression measures, and jail time. [b]Occupation/Trade |[/b] State house member [b]Skills/Talents |[/b] Abeni’s fond of mysteries and trying to solve them herself as an amateur detective. It of course helps that she can actually access police files. She also acts in stage productions during the annual Renaissance festival. [b]Family |[/b] Olufemi Lackle (father, alive), Amara Lackle (mother, deceased), Nkiruka Lackle (brother, alive)[/hider] And Nkiruka's interviews, not yet cleaned up/ready to post: [hider=Grassbones] 1. What's your name? Or preferred alias, if you like. 1: Grassbones. 2. So, you're a Variant, right? What can you do? 2: I’m a skeleton. I’m super-strong and I run real fast. Oh yeah and I’m the best boxer on earth, but that stays between us, cool? 2. -chuckles- That'll be between you, me, and all 5 of my blog readers if you don't mind. 3. They're working on tech these days that can suppress and supercharge variant powers. I dunno when or if it'll be publicly available, but let's pretend it is. Would you rather suppress or supercharge your powers? 3: Neither. I got all the juice I need, and I can switch them off whenever. 3. Consider it a philosophical exercise, if that's alright. If you'd still rather have neither, that's fine, but think of it more like: would I rather enhance my powers or hide them? 3: Got no reason to hit things even harder. If I did, I ought’a just kill somebody and that’s not cool. But… Hiding don’t sound so bad these days so I’d go with that one. 4. What does the word 'Variant' mean to you? 4: It means ya got somethin’ special most people don’t and that some people wanna do something about it, so you gotta watch yourself. 4. What do you mean by that? "Watch yourself", I mean. 4: We’re variants. Lot of us barely have a home to sleep at. I can go home, turn off the smoke and hang up my shoes any time I want. Some people can’t. We gotta look out for each other, that’s just the right thing to do. 5. What's your word for non-Variants? That's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? 5: I just call ‘em “people.” 6. For a lot of people, their world changed when they discovered they were a Variant. You wanna talk about the day your world changed? 6: Nope. 7. How often do you use your powers? 7: About every day as far as I remember. 7. Just for vigilante work? Or are there more mundane moments you find yourself using your powers? 7: This boney mug of mine is just a mask. Nothin’ else. I put it on when I go to work and take it off when I’m done. That’s all. 8. A lot of people have lost good jobs, friendships, even families due to their Variance. Some however have become celebrities in their own right and been superheroes to people around the world. Would you say you gained more or lost more as a Variant? 8: Pretty sure I was born this way, just didn’t know it til one real *bad* day. Ain’t a whole lot that’s changed. 8. Oof. I'm sorry to hear that. 9. Any messages you want to share with New Haven? 9: Smoking kills. Ask me how I know. [/hider] [hider=Murder Express] 1. What's your name? Or preferred alias, if you like. 1. It's Murder Express. Not because of... actual murder, but because I summon a group of black birds. They say that it's a murder of crows, but it's actually an unkindness of ravens. Murder Express sounds better than Unkindness Train or whatever, though. 1. Okay, not gonna lie - that's probably super-reassuring to my readers. Didn't know a flock of crows was called that, personally. 2. So, you're a Variant, right? What can you do? 2. I can transform into a big bird. I fly, I surround myself with black mist, and of course, I summon a swarm of ravens to annoy people. 2. Can you clarify 'annoy people'? Do you have to direct them, or do they act on their own? 2. Oh, just pecking and squawking incessantly. As for whether they act on their own or not, I control them as an extension of myself. They are formed from the mist that I exude, after all. 3. They're working on tech these days that can suppress and supercharge variant powers. I dunno when or if it'll be publicly available, but let's pretend it is. Would you rather suppress or supercharge your powers? 3. Oh, I'll definitely supercharge. You see, I've got a myriad of health problems that require expensive maintenance drugs. My transformation, however, negates all of those. 3. Huh. -more to self than ME- I wonder if that's common among Variants. -speaking up again- It certainly sounds convenient. Any downsides to becoming a giant bird? 3. As you might have noticed, I hit my head on the doorframe. I can't fit in most buildings and doors, so... yeah, that's a bit annoying, yeah? 3. I can imagine so, yeah. I hope painkillers work when you're a giant bird. 4. What does the word 'Variant' mean to you? 4. I'd say "Variant" simply refers to those blessed; or cursed, with powers. I wouldn't dare imagine to imply that we're a variation of humanity itself; a subspecies, if you will. 5. What's your word for non-Variants? That's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? 5. Mundanes, I suppose? 6. For a lot of people, their world changed when they discovered they were a Variant. You wanna talk about the day your world changed? 6. All I can say is that my parents kicked me out. Where and when, I can't tell you. Though its been long enough that I look back at it and think, "Oh wow, they're bad parents! I shouldn't be like them when I have kids of my own." 6. Yeah, it's depressing how often that happens. Glad to hear you don't intend to repeat their mistakes. If I may, though - do you think they'll ever change their minds? 6. I can only hope. 7. How often do you use your powers? 7. As often as possible. As I said, I have health conditions that are nullified when I'm transformed. Do you have any idea how expensive my meds are?! 7. Variance as a money-saving measure. I think you might be the first. 7. Well, to be fair, my condition is... life threatening. So the more I stave it off, the better. 7. Ah, didn't know that. I really do wish you the best in dealing with it. 8. A lot of people have lost good jobs, friendships, even families due to their Variance. Some however have become celebrities in their own right and been superheroes to people around the world. Would you say you gained more or lost more as a Variant? 8. I'd say it's 50/50. On one hand, I'm no longer... you know, rich, but I had bad parents either way. The other outcast Variants that I've met so far are usually nice folk. Oh, I know now. You should meet some of them! Except for the Scourge, of course. Those idiots can go lick a cactus. 8. I'm trying to meet them all, believe me. Even the Scourge - they have their own stories to tell, I'm sure. Though they don't seem open to reaching out. 8. I see. Well, that's nice of you. Just remember to be careful. You do know how those four blew up a lab recently. 8. Yeah, I heard. Don't worry, I won't seek them out. When they're ready to talk, they'll have to contact me first. ... which, given that I have a bunch of contact info on my blog, should be simple enough. I hope. 9. Any messages you want to share with New Haven? 9. Hello New Haven, please subscribe to my YouTube channel and donate to my Patreon account, it's located in... ahaha. AHAHAHA what do you mean that's not a message? Ahhhh, okay, fine. Ehem. Hello, New Haven. I hope that we can all come to an understanding in the future; that just because something looks weird, doesn't mean that it's bad. I mean, look at me! I'm a giant raven, and I am very nice.[/hider] [hider=Dianus] 1. What's your name? Or preferred alias, if you like. 1. A pleasure to meet you, I go by the alias of 'Dianus' and is that way that I am known on the Underground. 2. So, you're a Variant, right? What can you do? 2. I am a distortionist, that's to say that my Variancy affects space in some way, in my case it allows me to open portals to transport myself and anything I desire to other locations. 2. Cool! Does it work on living beings or no? 2. As far as I have tested anything can cross the portals, provided they can fit in it of course. 3. They're working on tech these days that can suppress and supercharge variant powers. I dunno when or if it'll be publicly available, but let's pretend it is. Would you rather suppress or supercharge your powers? 3. I would much prefer to supercharge my power if that was possible, portals are very useful in many ways as I am sure you can imagine, getting my power expanded in some way -or all ways- would be really beneficial. 3. That would be cool. How would you imagine your power getting expanded? Number of portals? Size? 3. Number of portals mostly, the thought of having portals ready to be opened at any location I desire is very tantalizing. 4. What does the word 'Variant' mean to you? 4. In the strictest sense of the word? A person that possesses a change in their person that makes them able to utilize abilities that they couldn't otherwise access. 5. What's your word for non-Variants? That's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? 5. Personally I don't refer to them as anything other than people, we call ourselves Variants more as a way to distinguish those that possess similar traits than to separate ourselves from the rest of the population. 6. For a lot of people, their world changed when they discovered they were a Variant. You wanna talk about the day your world changed? 6. My apologies but I would prefer not to, many of us -myself included- discovered our Variancies in deeply personal and stressful situations. 6. Sorry for bringing it up. 6. It's okay 7. How often do you use your powers? 7. Very much often, as I said before portals are one of those things that are just convenient to utilize, either to look for objects, grab said objects, or move towards another place. I can't imagine my daily life without them. 8. A lot of people have lost good jobs, friendships, even families due to their Variance. Some however have become celebrities in their own right and been superheroes to people around the world. Would you say you gained more or lost more as a Variant? 8. I would say that I have gained more as a Variant seeing how it was what allowed me to open my own business. 8. A business! What do you do? 8. Glad you asked, I provide a courier service for those who want a timely and secure delivery of merchindise within the city, however I have to admit that most of my customers are other Variants who desire to live more isolated lifestyles or need something that requieres a little discretion in order to sustain their Variancies. 9. Any messages you want to share with New Haven? 9. To all of you who may one day become Variants or are a new one, don't be afraid, it may seem like your life has been turned upside down and you don't know what to do but there are many more like you than you may realize, if you desire you can call me on the number I asked Nkiruka to post alongside this interview, I will do all I can to get you introduced to people that are capable of offering help for your new situation. 9. As the man said - number's at the end of the transcript. Stay safe out there, everyone.[/hider] [hider=Breakneck] 7/7/79 The video feed flicks to life, at first focusing on the young man adjusting the camera. When he steps out of the way, it now focuses on a person in a flight suit. Off-screen, the man speaks. "Just have to confirm - you don't mind me filming this, right?" The Noble shakes their head, fingers tapping against the helmet in their lap "Of course, feel free. I've tried to be transparent my whole career and I don't see a reason to stop now. Where would you like to begin?" There's a squeaking of a chair as the man sits down. "Well, let's start with something easy - what's your name? Or preferred alias? Just for the folks who aren't familiar with you yet." “Well, my legal name is Eli, Eli Ford. But ‘professionally’-“ She lifts her hands into air quotes, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m known as Breakneck.” "Just wondering, how'd you come up with Breakneck? Or do you want to save that for the next question?" There's a shuffling of papers, and the edge of a sheet can be seen on-camera - the man's trying to show Eli the next question, most likely. “I’ve been coached on softballs before but never during the interview itself.” Bn stifles a chuckle, waving away the offer. “In any case, I got it during my time as a mercenary. I move at breakneck speed so they called me Breakneck.” She shrugs, reaching for a water bottle nearby. “Hardly creative but it beats the hell out of my old one.” The papers are shuffled back off-camera. "Dare I ask your old one?" “The other cadets used to call me Kitten.” "Breakneck is the better choice, yeah." The man sounds like he has a smile on his face. "So, let's move on. You're a Variant, yeah? You mentioned moving quickly - want to elaborate on that?" Breakneck grins, nodding her head. “Yep, only reason I’m not enlisted anymore. To put it simply, I can breach supersonic speeds and have all the prerequisites to do so safely. Strength, endurance, perception, and more importantly, I can render people and objects immune.” "That must come in handy when people need rescuing. Can I ask what your top speed is?" “Oh it’s not a game-winner by itself but yeah, it’s pretty useful. My top speed fluctuates somewhat but north of Mach 3.” There's a low whistle, likely from the interviewer. "Impressive." He clears his throat. "So, quick hypothetical. There are a lot of laboratories working on tech these days that can suppress and supercharge variant powers. I dunno when or if it'll be publicly available, but let's pretend it is right now. Would you rather suppress or supercharge your powers?" She pauses, taking a drink of her water as she considers the question. "To be honest? I'm not sure. Being stronger, faster, harder to kill and all that, it'd be useful no doubt but..." Her gaze averts, a breath being sucked in through her teeth. "Ever since I got kicked out of the Space Force all I've had is Variance. I've worked hard to master it, and enhancing it feels like cheating somehow. It'd be like I spent ten years as a weightlifter and you offer me steroids, y'know? That's some peoples' deal, I dunno if it's mine." When Breakneck looks up her face has taken on a serious expression. "I certainly don't think they should give out that sorta stuff to anyone who asks. Most Variants can't do what I do, and they shouldn't try." "That's... pretty deep. Hadn't considered that angle." There's a brief beat. "Mostly, I guess I'm curious about who would stay a Variant and who wouldn't, when given the chance." A shuffle of papers. "I don't think they'll make the boosters public, if that helps. They'll probably be reserved for, like, plane crashes or major terrorist events." "I have my moments." She takes advantage of the pause, finishing her water near-instantly "Yeah, I imagine you're right. They wouldn't even let me keep flying after I discovered my powers, seems unlikely they'd let anyone boost themselves." "Right. Let's move onto the next question. This one - well, how easy it is is up to you. How would you define the term 'Variant'?" "A Variant is anyone with superpowers, abilities that simply could not be achieved through training or practice. Heat vision, flight, that sort of thing." "Fair enough. And what would you call a non-Variant? It's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?" "The term I've heard used is Mundane but I've never cared for it. Seems a bit...ugly." "I see. I try not to comment on what people use - tends to alter the atmosphere of the interview. Let's keep going. For a lot of people, their world changed when they discovered they were a Variant. You wanna talk about the day your world changed?" There's a pause and then a stage whisper. "It's ok if you don't." "I don't mind, or at least not as much as I used to. Only fair that people want to know." She clears her throat, sighing as she thinks back. "It was-oh wow, a couple decades ago now. I was a first lieutenant in the Space Force, an OOA pilot like both of my parents before me. I was returning to Earth after a routine excursion when debris cracked my windshield. Bad start to a landing." "Must've been scary." "It's not fun for anyone but I basically went catatonic. See, my dad crashed in similar circumstances when I was a kid so now I think I'm going the same way. All the warning lights are flashing, the instruments are fucked and the AI is screaming at me and all I can think is "Fuck, Mom's got another cremation on her hands"." "And yet, here you sit, thank goodness. What happened next?" "I hit the atmosphere, and it's still salvageable right? If I hit a retroburn I can slow down from twenty thousand miles an hour to something more survivable, come out of it with whiplash instead of in a thimble. I uh, I don't do that. I'm sitting there trying to get right with God, watching the ground hurtling towards me. Time seems to slow...and slow...and slow..." "But it's not. The stress awakened my Variance, which meant that I'm processing information far faster than any normal person could. I'm already used to making snap calls at the speed of sound so now it's like going back to high school chem after getting a doctorate." "Not gonna lie, that sounds absolutely trippy." "It is! I can't really describe it, but imagine everything moving in slow motion except for you. I don't have more time to work with, I just make better use of it. So I pull myself together and pull out. The landing is scuffed but I'm alive, and thanks to my Variance I'm not even hurt. I pop the top, climb out and I'm at the base ten miles down the road in a few seconds." "What an entrance to make!" The man sounds like he's gotten quite into the story. She chuckles, shifting in her seat. "I thought so! But the brass was less than impressed. Crashes happen but Variants? Those are a no-go. I'm taken off flight duty and within a week they give me some papers and say good luck." Her smile becomes bitter, Breakneck looking dead ahead at her interviewer. "Honorable discharge, like I got cancer or something." "Ouch." The wince is audible in his voice, excitement drained. "Did anyone at least say goodbye?" It's blatantly a reach for even one good detail. "Maybe a goodbye party?" "Yeah, ouch." She shrugs again at the question, unable to muster up much in the way of positive feelings. "Sure, I said goodbye to people and all that but honestly, I don't remember much of my last week. Just a blur of bad memories. Don't get me wrong, I know why it happened but still-" Her voice breaks, Breakneck blinking away the beginnings of tears. "It was my life. My dad died flying and my mom was still an AOO jock, how was I supposed to talk to her? What was I even supposed to do next?" A box of tissues is pushed towards Breakneck, presumably by the interviewer. "I'm sorry that happened." His voice is hushed. The box goes ignored, Breakneck preferring to wipe her eyes with her sleeve and move on. "Thanks. In any case-" She claps her hands once, taking a breath before continuing. "-I'm now outta the military and am the fastest known animal. That's when my world changed." The box is hesitantly withdrawn. Papers are shuffled. "It's a lot to take in. I'm sure it was even more, living it. But thank you for answering the question. You had me on the edge of my seat!" The interviewer is recovering some of his cheer. "And I'm sure it's helped some younger Variants, who get to know they aren't alone." "Hey if that's the case I'm happy. Look, the moment you discover your powers is the moment you become a new person. Like it or not you're not going back to the old world. The transition can be rough, but it's bearable if you have the right mindset." "Very true. We are who we choose to be - that's how the expression goes, I think? Even if it's difficult, it's up to us to decide who we are. But it helps to have role models like you along the way, I think." "That's partly why I became a Noble. Ten years ago you didn't have Variants in the news for saving lives or helping out, just talk of them needing to be regulated." "Yeah. But honestly, I've interviewed a lot of Variants who have lost their friends, their jobs, even their homes. They need support and understanding, not further regulation for something that's barely understood." There's a weak chuckle. "Uh, sorry, got carried away there." "Don't apologize, you're right. It's tragic really, it's not like we asked for this. I didn't have any control over being a Variant and if I wasn't one I'd have been left smeared all over the Eastern Seaboard. I got fired for not dying, just like people are getting evicted for manifesting powers when their house is robbed." "Yeah, exactly. I don't know what it'd take to fix the situation, but I hope things like this-" *It's easy to imagine the interviewer gesturing with his arms. "-are able to help somehow, even if it's just to remind people Variants are, in fact, humans." “It’d be nice. Sometimes I worry that this-“ She gestures to her flight suit and helmet. “-isn’t the right way to go about it. Is Breakneck more a mascot than a person? I don’t know.” "Hopefully, this will remind people. Breakneck is a person with a past of her own and views of her own. I... stopped asking about dreams a while back. The answers got too depressing." The last sentence is somewhat mumbled but still audible in the feed. “If people only see the helmet then so be it. As long as I’m helping I’ll be happy.” Breakneck’s expression softens, the hero sitting back in her chair. “My dream is that once I’ve recovered I’ll be able to go back to being a Noble, and doing better at it than I did before.” "I like that answer." The smile's back in his voice. "If you're ready, we can move onto the next question - your injury aside, how often would you say you use your powers?" “Daily. Even putting aside the sprinting after suspects and lifting cars off of trapped pedestrians they’re just useful in everyday life. I want to visit my mom? I’m there in moments. Something got stuck behind the fridge? I can move it effortlessly.” "Sounds pretty handy. Now, uh, this next question, I guess we touched on it a little, but I think it's still important to address it directly. You lost a life dream and your job due to your Variance. However, you've also been a superhero to people around the world, especially here in New Haven. Would you say you gained more or lost more as a Variant?" “Gained.” Her answer comes immediately, without an ounce of doubt. “Materially I’m a hundred times wealthier than I ever would have been as a pilot. My mom is living easy in the Hamptons, my son had college money, all of my people are taken care of. And emotionally, or even spiritually if you want to call it that, I’m far better off than I was as a mercenary. It’s empty work fighting over people’s wars, it drains you. Now I know that if I have to fight it’s for a good cause.” "That's great to hear!" He sounds genuinely happy. "I'm glad you've made it to this point - in general, I mean, though also glad you were willing to be interviewed." “I’m glad you asked! It’s like I said at the beginning, I try my best to be open and honest about everything, good or bad.” "And it's appreciated. One last quick question - any messages you want to share with New Haven?" “Yes, I do.” She turns to face the camera, sitting at attention. “There have been times I wasn’t fast enough to help, and from the bottom of my heart I am sorry for that. All I can do is try my best and not let let my recent failure stop me. I ask that you all do the same. No one will ever be perfect, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.” "I think people better remember the times you were quick enough. But true enough about perfection - no reason not to try. Just don't beat yourself up for failures, you know?" He might be addressing Eli, he might be addressing his audience. Maybe both.[/hider] [hider=Ignoble] 8/3/79 The camera is turned on and set down with a heavy thunk. It faces a heavily armored person. "Right. Do you consent to the filming of this interview?" Papers are shuffled right offscreen from the feed, the interviewer's tone sounding a bit tired, maybe. It's oddly flat. The figure has no visible face, features entirely obscured by the black skull-mask they wear. “Indeed. I, Ignoble, am aware and consent to being recorded.” Their voice is distorted and garbled but undeniably masculine underneath the excess noise, the vigilante carrying themselves with pride. “As loath as I am to start us off on the wrong foot, in the interest of fairness I have to warn you that if I get even the hint of law enforcement or a setup I’ll have to kill you.” They motion to the shotgun propped up against their seat. "If I did 'setups', I think the whole Underground would avoid me. But, noted." The chair squeaks as the interviewer sits down. "So I guess that technically answers the name question. Unless there's another name you like to use?" “I don’t mean to call your ethics into question, just a matter of formality. And no, Ignoble is preferred.” "Alright. Brief follow-up - why 'Ignoble'?" “It seemed like an obvious pseudonym to adopt, considering my activities. It’s an obvious parallel to the Nobles who have given themselves to N.O.V.A and a reflection of the decidedly ignoble reality we live in. Secondarily, it’s easy to remember.” "I... can track that logic, yeah. We'll move onto the next question - so, what exactly is your Variance? If you had to describe it." “My physiology is greatly enhanced compared to a non-Variant.” "....I was in engineering in college, not medicine. I have almost no clue what that means, between you, me, and everyone who looks at my blog." "Take a series of Olympic athletes, let's say...a sprinter, long-distance runner, powerlifter, and a boxer, and make all of them gold medalists. The kings and queens of their fields, each of them having set and broken record after record. I'm better than all of them by an insurmountable margin." "Gotcha. Thank you very much." There's a shuffling of papers and then a huff of air. "So, standard question. Given the choice, would you rather suppress or supercharge your powers?" The tone suggests he knows the answer but still feels obligated to ask. "A standard question that gets revealing answers." There's the creak of old wood and strained leather as the battered seat groans, strained by the weight of armor and gear. "If you were to offer me the choice right now I'd supercharge myself because I have a mission to complete. But in a perfect world, I would reject both. I'm not interested in meddling with the Variance, I want to preserve it." "I see. Can you elaborate on what you mean by 'preserve'?" He does sound genuinely curious. "Certainly. As it stands right now there's a small group, less than a percent of the population, who are naturally elevated above the others. Call it a gift from God, call it evolution or random chance, whatever the origin Variants are naturally superior. We should be allowed to use this as we see fit, to police ourselves without having to worry about the jealous and the fearful interfering." "....wow that's a lot to take in." There's a sharp inhale. "From a naturally inferior person, I'm just wondering, I suppose - is it possible there are Variants out there who would want their powers suppressed or enhanced, completely independent of outside pressures? Like, their job isn't in danger, they aren't going to lose their home or family - they just want to live without the effects of their Variance. Call it a philosophical question." "It's not just possible, it's a guarantee. Let's call the number of people on Earth ten billion, leaving Mars and other colonies out for ease. Half of a percent of ten billion is, hmm, fifty million?" Ignoble pauses to calculate, going as still and silent as the corpse they modeled their appearance after. "Spot-on. With fifty million different opinions and outlooks, there are going to be some who reject what they are. I pity them." "To be fair to them, you got awesome sports skills. They might have a killing touch. But I suppose that does answer the question I asked. I guess you've already explained how you view Variance, huh." He inhales and can be heard muttering, "Stop interjecting yourself, you're here to listen." "If they have a killer's touch and find such a thing distasteful they're free to simply ignore it. One Variant losing their gift threatens all of us, because if a willing person can give it up how far away is the ability to simply take it from the unwilling?" They nod impassively. "To an extent. I'm simplifying of course, but I felt it was enough for your audience to get the gist. And please-" A gloved hand extends towards the camera "Interject as you will. Puff pieces are for celebrities, true interviews have some of the reporter's personality." There's a deep breath off-camera. "It's important to have some personality, but I expect you often have your opinion spoken over. It's only fair you get this chance, same as everyone else, to have it heard. That can be done without sacrificing personality, I think." Papers can be heard being straightened. "We should move on - what exactly is it you call non-Variants?" "I appreciate your journalistic integrity. It's refreshing." The hand drops into Ignoble's lap, neoprene and nylon rubbing against heavy-duty canvas. "I refer to you collectively as Mundanes. Uncharitable Variants might mean it in the sense of you being boring, or uninteresting. When I use it I mean that you are, for all your individualities and uniqueness, simply on a lower plane than we are." "I've heard worse." A pause in which he might be nodding. "I'm not sharing worse. Moving on - would you be willing to answer a question about your past?" "I'm not opposed, although you'll have to forgive me if I'm vague on specifics. I'd prefer not to be identified." "Understandable. So, for a lot of Variants, their world changed when they discovered they were, well, Variant. Do you want to talk about what happened on the day your world changed? Or how it changed?" "Like many, if not most Variants, discovering my gift was traumatic. Immediately I was marked out as being one of the Other, something to be excluded from the wider group. Although I tried to be content in my oddity the Mundanes would not even let me have that, doing their best to collar me while ensuring I would have nothing resembling a 'normal' life." "Traumatic awakenings do seem to be a common theme in Variant awakenings." He seems to be listening for more, if there is any. "How could they not be, when the Mundane world is so eager to demonize all of us? I learned very quickly that my two options were to live in fear or fight back, and I chose the latter. I wasn't picking the right targets at first, but I found my way soon enough." "Some might say fighting back makes it worse. What do you say to those people?" "The people who say that are scared Variants and smug Mundanes. To the Variants I extend my sympathy, for it's not their fault that they feel that way. Like every outnumbered and underfoot group in history we are told that try to lift the boot off our neck is exactly what makes us deserving of the pressure. That is a lie, a lie made easy to believe when backed by force of arms." Now they look towards the camera, an expressionless skull peering into each and every viewer's eyes. "To the Mundanes, I offer my understanding and a warning. I have only gone to war with those who would harm me and mine: N.O.V.A, the MADmen, lab-coated criminals who pick and prod at what's beyond them. Whatever you feel about me and others like me, those fighting back against the forces of forced mediocrity, don't join the battle. Sit it out on the sidelines, because I will kill those on the other side of the field." There's a squeak as the interviewer shifts in his seat. "Right." His tone has gone flat again, something like resignation in his voice. "I suppose it's a little late to ask you not to threaten the viewers of the blog. I can't speak with certainty, but I'm sure most of them are in no position to be in your way. They just want to know your side of the story. That's on me, I should've considered that from the very beginning." "Much like the beginning of this conversation, I take no pleasure in doing so. But as with you I must in the interest of fairness. For the vast majority of your audience, my warning is meaningless, like a lion's roar at the zoo. For the few who would sign up with M.A.D, well, they can't say they weren't warned." "I suppose they can't, no." He clears his throat. "So, next question: how often would you say you use your powers?" "Not as often as you might expect. They're not powerful enough to warrant constant use when outside of my uniform, and they don't provide any sort of physical difference that would mark me out as a Variant to the common man. When I'm not Ignoble I simply cease to exist." "Interesting." And he sounds like he truly is interested. "I've found a lot of Variants often find uses for their powers outside of combat. For you, it might make cleaning under the fridge a lot easier?" He chuckles weakly. "Not as easy as it is for Breakneck. Although, she might not be allowed to do any heavy lifting yet." Ignoble's laugh is just as warped as their voice, the hollow, grating sound echoing around the damp safehouse. "A full recovery is important." While the average viewer is unnerved by Ignoble's laughter, the interviewer seems unfazed, simply stating the fact once Ignoble is done. "She'll be back to being able to clean under the fridge and the streets of New Haven when she's ready." Something seems to be on his mind - his interview with Breakneck, likely. "I watched her interview the other day when I was getting a feel for your content. And genuinely, I hope she's back up to speed soon. But she is the perfect example of my enemy. Her country abandoned her for being a Variant and she turns herself into N.O.V.A for the privilege of getting a certificate saying she's allowed to use her powers? She disgraces herself, and had she not done so she wouldn't have been caught in my trap." "She's allowed to use her powers for fighting crime - something that's otherwise illegal, Variant or not." He shifts in his seat. "Just to be clear on that, using powers for non-criminal acts is not illegal at this point in time." Something in the phrasing of that is odd. "I don't agree that she disgraces herself, not if she's doing something she believes in, but I doubt any argument I give will persuade you otherwise." "I fight crime as well. I hunt rogue Variants that have done too much harm to the Mundanes, I prey on the more unscrupulous criminal organizations in New Haven and beyond, and I don't need N.O.V.A to hold my hand while I do so. Breakneck is not law enforcement, as far as the government is concerned she's a useful thug." Ignoble cocks a head at the peculiar phrasing but lets it pass for the moment, choosing to pry at that last statement. "I'm doing what I believe in. Do you not find my actions...disgraceful?" "I don't care much for bullying, frankly. Perhaps my way of trying to change things through my blog is wrong and we do need violence. But I can't bring myself to believe that threatening to kill people for your beliefs is the right thing to do." His tone is flat again, and it's starting to become clear that it's expectant - like he expects Ignoble to take up the shotgun. "I won't say you're disgraceful - it's just not a word I use - but I think your actions are wrong." Ignoble nods, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "I would like to think that your way will work, at the end of the day. But I expect that such a thing is impossible without someone like me to serve as a contrast. We live in a world of superheroes, and with them come villains. If that's what history damns me as so be it, as long as it doesn't forget who made me." "In the meantime, you had a list of questions and I got us off track. Forgive me." "Forgiven. We're nearly done anyways - just two more. Another standard that tends to say a lot: you mentioned how society tried to collar you once it realized you were a Variant. Would you say you gained more or lost more as a Variant?" "I lost my chance at an average, happy life but found a struggle that will be remembered as righteous long after I'm gone. I live in darkness now so that my people will be in the light." They pause, letting their words hang in the air for one moment, then two. "I broke even." "That's a... surprisingly optimistic way to view it." He sounds a bit surprised. "And last question -" There's a long silence. Then a deep inhale. "Any messages you want to share with New Haven? Anything at all." You can almost hear the regret in his words. "You seem scared. No, apprehensive." "Please don't threaten my viewers again. I technically can't make requests - it's supposed to be an open forum - but I beg you." "No more threats, just a request for Variant and Mundane alike. There's a passage by Bishop Philip Brooks that I'm quite fond of, albeit not in the literal sense. I hope you'll allow me to share a not entirely secular quote?" "That's fine, go ahead." "Thank you. Then as the good Bishop said, 'O, do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men! Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks! Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a miracle.' " "I think I see why you like it." The statement sounds rather genuine. "I always did find it fitting. Thank you for your time, Nkiruka." The gloved hand is extended once more, this time to shake. The interviewer, Nkiruka, is quite quick to take Ignoble's hand for a friendly shake. "And yours as well. Hopefully you're pleased with how this interview went?" "Quite. I feel I was able to express myself...clearly."[/hider]