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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

wow a lot happened while i was away! ok, let's see if i can take this in order.

@lord coake: biggest issue is probably the age thing, but acer's already covered that. i am a little confused about the emotion thing though. so he's crazy except for when he uses his powers, which are triggered by emotions, but when he uses his powers, they automatically make him grim? so his powers are controlled by his emotions but then it becomes the other way around? and then he has to keep that all the time or he goes crazy again. hmm. maybe i'm just overthinking things. if acer doesn't have issue with it then i suppose you can just ignore this. maybe some further explanation for my benefit tho?

@letter bee: as always, acer has the final say, but from my perspective the revamped powers for lucas are looking better. could be interesting to see him and sebastian fight for control over a blood soaked environment (though from the descriptions of the characters, i think i know who'd win that battle).

@blizz: rai and wizliz have already covered the primary issue with this, which is that you seem to be adding entirely new lore to this universe – which isn't a bad thing per se. there's nothing wrong with coming up with history or relationships to help expand the world. the thing about metas though, is while they are all very diverse people with a wide range of powers, it's generally accepted that all their abilities come from the same source. i don't think acer has decided completely on what that source is yet, or how much we're going to explore it within the rp, but i'm fairly certain it's not a supernatural alternate dimension. that's not to say that this dimension can't exist via your character's powers, and maybe his ability to access it for example, but it can't be the source of his power. with the exception of characters like clementine, whose natural abilities are augmented with science, all characters inherited their powers without their knowledge, through no special means. please also include more details about this character's abilities and ranking, so we can understand him better and see if anything else needs to be edited before being accepted.

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Aya

Aya was still frozen when a group of people emerged out of seemingly nowhere to surround Edge. Then the gunfire started. This time Aya really did scream. The people around her erupted into panic and began scrambling every which way, but the large armored man who'd jumped down shortly before seemed unfazed. She was still trying to get her bearings, her ears ringing from the gunshots, when another man, younger than the first, materialized in a blur.

Before she even comprehended what was going on, the knight was charging at her, scooping her up in a none too delicate grip. Adrenaline potent as it thrummed through her veins, she reacted in fear before she could even comprehend what was going on.

"No, no let me go!" she shouted as she began squirming in his arms her mind ran through years of training, but it was hard to flip someone when you had no leverage to work with. So she pushed against him, trying vainly to escape his grasp. A burst of light enveloped them and on a terrified impulse, Aya shut her eyes and shoved her hand up at her savior's face, finally managing to escape his grasp. She expected a harsh impact with the street – but it never came.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the astral plane. Suddenly, the overwhelming LA heat, city smells, the pain of being held against hard metal armor, all disappeared. Sounds became muffled, as if Aya had cloth over her ears. The world was dark around her, objects and people outlined with brilliant stars, hinting at their shapes and colors. Only her spirit, and the spirit of the man holding her carried the same colors as in life. Aya's eyes widened as they darted from the stranger's spirit to the shimmering outline of their physical bodies, her own still in his grasp, still as statues.

"Oh my god," she whispered, taking a step backwards, away from the man. She'd been doing so well. She'd managed to stay under the radar in a city so rife with Meta politics. It'd been over a year since she'd used her power.

Another twilit man materialized next to their bodies, speaking to them – or rather, speaking to the knight. Apparently she didn't warrant any consideration. In spite of the situation, a bubble of annoyance rose in her stomach. But it was quickly smothered with fear again as she looked down at her hands, to the knight, to their bodies.

"I –… I…" Her mind drew a blank as she tried to think of what to say. What was there to say? Sorry I just ripped your soul out of your body, please don't hurt me? She just snapped her mouth shut and stared at him with wide eyes, watching him like a cornered animal would, ready to jump at the slightest action.

@TheWizardLizard@Nytefall

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Hey I'm at work right now but I'll try to get a post up during my break

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

holy shit. i played the first one once with a friend. we failed the first night and then said "nope"

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ok edited.

@Archmage MC

Go ahead and throw her in the cs tab then and post whenever you're ready.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ok how about we step back and take a breath.

Now, archmage, honestly I think it's reasonable to expect you to do the thinking for your character considering she's your character and I don't remember you asking for any help or suggestions. If you did and I just missed it completely then I'm sorry, but getting snippy isn't going to do anything but make the people who just showed up to have fun uncomfortable. Now admittedly vulnerabilities to iron and steel in a city is a pretty significant weakness. Like Tate said, we're just trying to make it so that you don't have to get auto-hit all the time and can actually get some wins under light's belt.

Acer gets to have the final call whenever he wants to chime in.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

hey guys, so just in case any clarification is needed, the ugm launched an attack on an anti-meta hate group, and the reformists are being called upon to deal with it. so that means their respective members are to report there, and y'know, make stuff happen. if you don't belong to either of those groups then obviously you don't have to go down there, but it'll likely be an easy way to score some interactions.

rai, ian is probably accepted? i'm pretty sure.

archmage, i think wait for acer and tate to weigh in on light.

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Sable Smoak

Sable Smoak, leader of the Reformists, was sitting in her office. Reclining in her chair, she blew out a plume of smoke, a cigarette resting in her weathered fingers. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to say she sighed it out. She held the paper she'd been reading up in front of her face, her mouth flattened into a displeased line.

And it is with great pleasure and humility that I welcome Mayor Joseph Martinez…

She snorted. The only thing that would give her pleasure would be walking into his house for just an hour, so she could watch him cough and gag away the smoke for the next month. But he was the only official willing to support them openly, and such… friendship required reciprocation, usually in the form of bullshit speeches, smiles, and handshaking. Sable lifted her cigarette and pressed the tip into his name, twirling it a little as orange embers fanned out around it, eating away at the ink and paper. The corner of her lips quirked up. She was pulled out of her petty enjoyment though when the phone rang. Pulling the smoke down to the paper to smother the embers, she looked down at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. Speak of the pompous devil.

"What," she said into the phone, her gravelly voice no doubt even harsher over the phone.

"I-its… the… the LA," Mayor Martinez stammered, and Sable made a face.

"Out with it boy, you ain't askin' me to prom." Sable pursed her lips in what might've been a smile. The mayor hated when she called him that.

There was a moment of silence before the mayor answered. "The LA Center for Humans has been attacked, and sources all but confirm it was the Underground Movement," he finally managed. Sable froze. Then she turned to her computer – surprisingly current for a woman of her age – and pulled up the local news.

Sable cursed, using language that no doubt made the mayor blush.

"We ain't your super powered police dogs," she said when she finally finished watching the footage. But even as she said it, she knew that wasn't true, and so did he. As the self-appointed ambassadors for Metas all over the world, the mayor, and more importantly, the public held them responsible any time the Underground decided to play.

"Deal with it, Smoak!" The line went dead.

Sable slammed the receiver down before lifting it again, pressing a sequence of numbers.

"I want everyone available down at the LA Center for Pea-Brains and Racists," she bit into the phone, more and more smoke filling the room. The person on the other end was confused, and rightfully so. The group wasn't exactly subtle with its beliefs – that all Metas should be eradicated immediately. But apparently the other person's response had been the wrong one. "Was that a question I heard?" the Reformist leader all but shouted. She pinched her eyes shut and brought her cigarette hand to her temple.

"Just make sure no more end up dead," she said at a more reasonable volume. "And someone better tell me how the hell we didn't know jack shit about this until now!" Then she slammed the phone down.

Aya

Aya was walking back towards her apartment after a day of work. Today had been one of her longer days, and all she wanted to do was to unlock her door that didn't open unless you yanked at least three times, walk up the creaking stairs, and collapse into her flat, uncomfortable bed. At this point she was seriously considering just buying a futon and throwing some pillows on it. It couldn't have been any worse than the sorry excuse for a mattress she had now.

Sighing, Aya gathered herself up as she turned the corner. This block was her least favorite part of the walk home – right past one of LA's more vocal anti-Meta groups. Of course, no one knew she was a Meta. And if she had it her way, no one ever would. But still, walking past that building made her hair stand on end, and her stomach migrate to her throat. Unfortunately, this was the quickest way home, and the next best route took her right through a notoriously violent ghetto. Aya supposed she'd rather be uncomfortable than mugged.

But something seemed off today. The sounds of the city were more frantic, more alarmed than they normally were. People normally talked or shouted, but Aya was certain she heard screaming. Her eyes widened when she realized the screaming was coming from further down the street, from the very building she dreaded to pass every day. People were clamoring like ants, some running away, others frozen in place with their phones out, no doubt recording whatever spectacle was on display. Aya's heart pounded in her chest to turn around and take her chances with the ghetto, but her feet drove forward, speeding up until she was sprinting to the scene.

Aya skidded to a stop when she reached a clump of people standing on the sidewalk, gawking at the building. It wasn't until she pushed her way to the front, chest panting – whether from fear or exhaustion, she couldn't tell – that she finally understood.

The grand double doors of the building were held wide open, blood seeping from the carpet to the asphalt as it crossed the threshold. The corner of the back pews could be seen, stained crimson. A sickening lump was resting just within her field of vision, covered in light blue cotton that had once been an immaculate shirt. Just to the side of it on the floor, resting in a growing pool of blood was its head.

Aya smothered a scream, clamping her shaking hand over her mouth. But her heart stopped when a figure strolled through the door, wearing a splattered trench coat. She knew that figure. Everyone in LA knew it.

Edge. The leader of the Underground Movement.

Aya stood frozen, paralyzed by fear as he made his way out of the building.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Reformist Leader
Name: Sable Smoak
Alias(s): Aunty Sable, General Smoak
Age: 83
Affiliations: Heroes
Factions: Reformists
Description:


Powers: Typhokinesis
Sable has complete control over smoke, able to generate and manipulate it at will. She can also sense when smoke is nearby, and completely turn her body into smoke, using it to evade attacks or as a form of transportation. Because of her power, she is able to breathe smoke like oxygen.

Weaknesses: Sable is unable to anything into else smoke except for her own personal belongings, and is completely trapped inside air-tight enclosures. Her powers also don't work when submerged under water, and while she can generate smoke, she can't get rid of it. Her only option would be to send it to some open area where it can dissipate on its own. Sable is also blind in her left eye, and has the frailty of an old woman.

Skills: Airplane pilot, military strategy, knitting, mixing drinks, dancing, firearm training, and total lack of filter
Equipment: Lighter and a pack of cigs, walking cane, old people medication, makeup, and jewelry
Ranking: S

(Optional) Brief History: Her story changes every time she tells it, but the few consistents seem to be that she was a fighter pilot in the Vietnam and Korean wars, and at one point she was married. Beyond that is anyone's guess.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

now introducing the reformist leader

Name: Sable Smoak
Alias(s): Aunty Sable
Age: 83
Affiliations: Heroes
Factions: Reformists
Description:


Powers: Typhokinesis
Sable has complete control over smoke, able to generate and manipulate it at will. She can also sense when smoke is nearby, and completely turn her body into smoke, using it to evade attacks or as a form of transportation. Because of her power, she is able to breathe smoke like oxygen.

Weaknesses: Sable is unable to anything into else smoke except for her own personal belongings, and is completely trapped inside air-tight enclosures. Her powers also don't work when submerged under water, and while she can generate smoke, she can't get rid of it. Her only option would be to send it to some open area where it can dissipate on its own. Sable is also blind in her left eye, and has the frailty of an old woman.

Skills: Airplane pilot, military strategy, knitting, mixing drinks, dancing, firearm training, and total lack of filter
Equipment: Lighter and a pack of cigs, walking cane, old people medication, makeup, and jewelry
Ranking: S

(Optional) Brief History: Her story changes every time she tells it, but the few consistents seem to be that she was a fighter pilot in the Vietnam and Korean wars, and at one point she was married. Beyond that is anyone's guess.