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Current I feel like I'm rotating through the same four characters constantly since RPs die so quickly I never get enough quality time with them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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I always found political and social enemies interesting in RPs. Not always, mind you, but it's rarely done I find so I enjoy it.
For those of you unaware our glorious GM is currently amazingly sick and bedridden with fever. She will hopefully be better soon. I am so alone.
The boy had fallen asleep finally, against their resident behemoth to boot. Seems that Tank was nothing but a big teddy bear to a distressed child, all soothing words and gentle reassurance. It was quite a feat, and Reaper was rather glad as her own powers began to settle; distressed children made Zoey antsy. However there was little to celebrate, as her feet began moving, pacing once more as Ditch’s explanation began to settle in her mind. The others seemed equally appalled with her little discovery.

How do you fight mind control?

Reaper doubted that Ditch had any more insight into how it worked considering she didn’t offer anything else up. That was all they had – the knowledge that Umbra had the deadly power under his command, somehow, not even the details of how! Just glowing purple eyes. Omega was right, however, that they needed to study the bracelet. Ditch looked dead on her feet on top of being soaked to the bone, so she doubted that would be done anytime soon, which left the next biggest problem in their face – being found out. Of course, the returning Turn Back and Wraith both had their own opinions, which quickly began to clash.

The vigilante raised her gloved hand to rub at her temples with thumb and forefinger as Turn Back’s voice rose in response to Wraith. She was crass, yes, but from what she could tell the other girl seemed fairly young – at least compared to the rest of them. Honestly, could they not go one night without fighting?

“Cut it,” Reaper finally snapped sharply, her teeth almost snapping shut on the last syllable akin to a snarling dog. “You’re both pretty.” Sarcasm dripped from every word before her black eyes went back to Omega, at the same time reaching down into her shadow. Her fingers dipped into it, grabbing fabric from the pile of forgotten coats so that when she rose again the hoodie was now in her grasp once more. She shook it out, focusing on Omega – or more accurately the pocket with the bracelet in it currently.

“And you both have a point – we don’t know who the bracelet belonged to, other than the kid’s reaction that it – or another copy of it – was familiar. If it was the boy’s I doubt it was a tracking device, at least a functioning one, since he looks like he’s been by himself awhile. If it was someone else’s we’re in deep shit, and I wouldn’t risk staying here to find out.” The elemental paused in speaking to pull her hoodie back on once more, flipping the hood back over her mask to once more shadow her face in darkness.

“I can have us another building to meet in within minutes. We can’t just leave the kid either,” Reaper grimaced, her jaw tensing briefly before she added on, “… So my home could be one we could meet in as well, as alternative to Turn Back. There’s space, and it wouldn’t be a strain to provide for a child or have any of you dropping in or watching him. I doubt he’d want my… supervision, considering.” She gestured down at her feet, where her shadows continued to curl about her legs almost lazily.

“But the decision has to be made soon.”
Hey guys, for any of you seeking out your superhero kick during the period of slow posting [and who don't reddit and therefore haven't seen it] this is a superhero short I found. The owner posted it saying, "I directed a short film [Code 8] that is a more grounded and human take on the superpower genre. No costumes. No destroyed skyscrapers. Hope you dig it!"

I enjoyed it, so here ya go. The main dude made me think of TB. Broke ass motha fucka. [And somewhat Tank for supporting character]

This concept of a mind-controlling Super is pretty good. I'd like to see some fights between the vigilantes. I'd REALLY like to see Wraith vs Reaper.

(I prefer matchmaking fights instead of shipping)


Stop giving Cloudy ideas! She'll murder us all.

(As long as you acknowledge Stage x Tank OTP2016)
Why the fuck is OOC so dead. I'll devour all of you.
Like a frightened deer ready to bolt Reaper hovered near the exit of the auditorium, body tense and the gloved fingers of her left hand rubbing harshly against the back of her neck in an uncomfortable tick. Underneath the mask her black gaze alternated between the commotion surrounding the boy and her own feet, as though confirming her powers weren’t acting of their own accord once more. Well, their own accord wasn’t quite right – they technically didn’t have willpower. They just reacted to her own desires. Though, scaring the boy definitely wasn’t her intention…

Yet the damage was already done, and combined with the others’ poor attempts at comforting the boy was scared half to death, which considering he already looked half starved to death wasn’t a good thing. Hence Reaper’s hovering near the entrance, ready to leave if needed while silently cursing herself. Imagine if that had happened without her mask, as just Zoey. She tried to keep her mind off it – there was little chance of Zoey running into this situation. Meanwhile between Ditch, Turn Back and Omega – and she supposed Ecto, as awkward as his attempt was – he at least seemed to be calming. Something Reaper had no intention of breaking once more by approaching.

Wraith at the very least shared her sentiment, though she doubted for the same reason once the talk of ghosts came up. If Reaper was tense before she was absolutely rigid now, not even sparing Turn Back a glance as he swiftly made his retreat from the auditorium and into the rain, though she kept note of where his beacon went until it seemed to merge with the sea of indistinguishable blobs making up the city. It was almost tempting to slip out and follow his example despite the ache settling in her chest. There was an apology at the forefront of her mind, someone she needed to explain herself to for many years…

Now wasn’t the time. Physically shaking her head Reaper ripped her gaze once more away from the stage to try and pay attention, to keep track of anyone approaching that she could sense. It wasn’t like she could come close currently. She doubted Umbra enjoyed losing one of his assets either, however young the boy may be. Besides that, despite all the talk of being the good guys she highly doubted that the kid would appreciate her approaching once more.

“At least if the bracelet was his it means no one else was around here… that we know of,” The shadow manipulator muttered lowly, as though unwilling to be heard by the stage and instead glancing over to Wraith. “There was no signs of others where you found this?”
What's happening in IC? Completely not my fault. You guys did this.
Thin, pale fingers stilled on the glowing screen from the harsh swipes of her gloved hand as Reaper’s search for Dr. Stagelson’s emergency number came to an abrupt pause. The slight noise of the boy’s incoherent, feverish words caused the vigilante to lift her gaze to look to the small child in front of her, one hand leaving the phone to reach out for him. When his eyes snapped open she paused, hand halfway out stretched only to jump when he scrambled back as though she were an actual reaper. That was wrong though – he hadn’t even looked. Not at any of them. The fearful reaction was ingrained, a reaction as natural as his eyes weren’t.

A boiling shot of anger flooded Reaper’s chest and the moving shadow around her feet bristled akin to a threatened animal. Against her will, without thinking, the shadow at her feet began to stretch up and around her frozen legs and the front of the stage, sliding over the top as a shadow began to reach out from it towards the boy, reaching for distressed child like her own hand, left hanging in the air. As soon as her eyes caught it Reaper’s eyes widened amidst her mask, and she abruptly stepped back as though physically yanking the shadows back to her, hand falling limply at her side. They retreated back to her shadow, which continued to wisp and curl angrily up to her knees. A few more steps back put distance between them before Reaper tore her gaze away. As much as she desired to help the obviously hurting boy - it was evident even in the way her powers reacted - she wasn’t exactly the mothering type.

Breathe.

Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply through her nose Reaper then slowly exhaled, and when she opened her eyes the black of her pupils had begun to seemingly leak outward like a spiraling spiderweb, flooding the steel-blue and whites of her eyes until only black remained. Her now dark gaze swept along the wall of the auditorium to settle on the returning Wraith and take in her words that held little comfort. Eyeing the bracelet for a moment Reaper glanced away only to turn her attention outward, brows furrowing under her mask as she sought to find any beacons detached from the writhing mass of the city, directly around them in the city block. It was only their own.

“There’s no one else around, at least not that I can sense,” The redhead finally muttered gruffly, her fingers finding their way upward to rub at the back of her neck in agitation. “I think we’re alright for now, but they might’ve been followed before … whoever that belonged to split off.” Reaper's teeth grit beneath the mask as she glanced over her shoulder, watching the others. Turn Back and Omega seemed to be attempting to handle it. Giving them space was best. The boy probably felt cornered between all of them, not to mention Ecto behind him. Reaper raised her brow as he gaze caught sight of the 'ghost' before tearing her gaze away and taking a few more steps towards the entrance. There was little use hovering.

"If I'm right though, this place might have been compromised."
Ya'll need to calm down.



I can only talk in images now apparently.
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