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Hi. I haven't proof-read this.

Her Lostman power. Miyane's biggest and most present wish is to be forgotten by the general public and to have her name vanish from the public eye. She has skewed views about how society receives popular media so her power grants her the ability to detect and manipulate people's sightlines. Because clearly, the only way to stop being invested in something is to develop a fixation on something else.

She views the sightlines as similar to cones of visions in video games. Miyane can force beings to 'fixate' on entities of her choosing, focusing their visual acuity. Trying to look away results in rapidly blurred vision or a sudden migraine until they return their gaze to the entity. It is merely a sight-based fixation, their thoughts are still free to roam. Basically a variation of Momo's power from KagePro.

Sweet. I'll give it a go soon.
Whew, this intchk has been busy. Any slots left?
Yes, hello, am interested.
Wendel & Sunny

Collab with @Diggerton



Wendel & Sunny

Collab with @Diggerton


Horsing Around


Amelie | Wren | Yulia

A Collab by @banjoanjo @Baklava and @Lasrever


𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝟖𝓽𝓱, 𝟏𝟑𝟐𝟕 / / 𝓐𝓾𝓼𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓭 / / 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮 / / 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰




GEORGE ELLINGTON

George felt some responsibility for the fake out this whole night turned out to be.

Maybe if he hadn’t been bashing Purp’s ears so hard, the ‘razzi doll wouldn’t’ve wriggled outta his mitts. The ‘beatnik’ watched in gobsmacked dismay as the other arrival, some brickhouse brunette, popped the clutch and tore ass after the photographer. Well, George might’ve been a total fat-head in a fight but if it was a chase that needed to be run, he was your guy. He’d have to go hard after this false start though. With a crouch of his long legs, he felt his power swell around him, and he took off with an explosive leap.

Speaking of ‘explosive’…

The ear-smashing bang caught the group as soon as his feet left the ground. The edge of the Hot Box dug painfully into his back. There was no time to react, no time to revert. Gravity still borderline eradicated, the kinetic force of the blast threw the boy upwards and outwards, his terrified screech thankfully masked by the noise of the explosion as he ascended past the skyline.
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