DocTachyon

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Interested.

Am I right in saying that this is set in an original universe rather than Marvel, DC, etc.?

@Larfleeze

You are correct indeed. If it was set in Marvel or DC the existence of characters like Franklin Richards would make apocalypse a non-issue.

Interested.

I have been thinking of exploring something with superheroes that "happened" with the passage of Comet Hale-Bopp. I like your idea.

Also I like your Dr. Tachyon avy (I'm half way done with Wild Cards and considering purchasing Aces High).

Defacto

@Defacto

Thank you. Also, I highly, HIGHLY, recommend Aces High. IMO it's better than the first one, and the Yeoman and Fortunato stories are a lot more interesting.

So, would you guys prefer the roleplay beginning as the apocalypse is actively happening, or two weeks in the aftermath?

RP about stuff...and things

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Would anyone be interested in an RP centered around Metahumans/Superheros during or immediately after the apocalypse?

The general idea thus far is that some kind of apocalypse happens(unsure of what at the moment) and depending on the results of the IC, we would either play through the progression of the apocalypse to start off, or we could begin about two weeks after the end. It would be about the heroes of the now fallen world struggling to survive, becoming leaders of their own civilizations or razing others. It would be about choosing sides in a struggle for power, and force our characters to think about what it really means to be called a hero.

Anyone interested?

Fallout 4 : The Settlement

Capital Wasteland.

Fallout 4 : The Settlement

What about a Fallout RP set in the ruins of London? Some possible factions:

The Monarchy: Led by the Monarch, a warlord squatting in the ruins of Buckingham Palace, claiming to be descended from the old royal family.
The Whitehall Republic: The remnant of the former English government and military in Westminster, directly opposed to The Monarchy.
Cathedral City: A loose community of outlaws, raiders, chem pushers and whores operating out of the ruins of St Paul's Cathedral.
The Ruskies: Descendants of the Communist Soviet forces stranded on English soil after the Great War, operating out of a derelict Soviet aircraft carrier beached at the mouth of the Thames.

Another possible hazard in the London Wasteland would be the London Underground. Full of all manner of ghouls and mutant beasties. Not to mention a ruthless slaver ring operating out of King's Cross Station.

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Huh. That ended up a lot more fleshed out than the basic idea I started with.

@Kuroneko

This is interesting and all, but I don't like it. One of the most important features in Fallout is Americana, and setting it anywhere but the USA would take that away.

Fallout 4 : The Settlement

Suppose this takes place very far pre-LW and will build Megaton?

Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

Bishop

”You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man.”-The Man in the Golden Suit

Name: Matthew Bishop
Gender: Male
Age: 36

Height: 6” 3’
Weight: 220 Lbs.
Appearance:
Bishop is a physically imposing man, standing at the impressive height of 6” 3’, towering above an average male. He maintains a muscular physique that is ready for action, with somewhat lean yet strong muscles that allow from fast movement and hard punches if need be. He is often seen wearing a long coat and a desperado hat with a hand resting on his holster, as though he were some kind of cowboy. He has short, closely cut brown hair and a badly trimmed rough beard. he usually has one of many different kinds of serious expressions on his face, though he’ll sometimes smile if he hears a joke that tickles his sense of humor. When he smiles it seems like his whole face crinkles up, his dark eyes almost shrinking somewhat. When he frowns however, his oval shaped face and expression remains monotone, his eyes staring ahead.
With the way he moves, he gives off a sort of gentle giant vibe. His moves when not in combat tend to be slow and deliberate, as though living in a world made of glass, ready to shatter at any given second.
Notable Markings:
-A large, bad scar going from his left temple to his scalp, from when his head was cracked open and crudely stitched back up.
-Tiny scars all over his knuckles and fingers.
-His fingers are extremely calloused; an archer's hands.
-He has a tattoo of a sun on the back of his right hand.

Personality:
To say Bishop is hard boiled would be to sell him short. He’s an extremely serious man with a sense of humor so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest. He’s a quiet and personal man, he tends to spend a lot of time in his own head, trying to think over situations very carefully. His slow and deliberate movements are an extension of his train of thought, he is very careful to control himself to ensure he doesn’t make any sudden or careless moves. He tries very hard to repress his criminal past, and control his own strength. Furthermore, he dislikes using his powers unless against an enemy which has equal or greater strength, as it would not make for a fair fight. He is an honorable man, and arguably one of his most important principles is honor. He will try to make any fights he’s involved in as fair as possible, and if he makes a promise he’s damned certain to keep it. if someone he knows ever breaches their own honor, his opinion of them declines greatly. One of his many personal mottos is “death before dishonor”. He is extremely conscious of how powerful he is and is quick to gage how powerful those he surrounds himself with are. He is happy filling most any role in a group, but has taken a liking to archery and the use of his firearms most prominently.
He is a live and let live type of person, preferring not to bother anyone unless they actively seek him out first. He won’t go out of his way to track someone down or do something unless he has a very good reason for it. That said, he has a very strong belief in prophecy, even prophecy coming from the lips of a fortune teller who’s probably a charlatan, because he believes everything happens for a reason, and he must have encountered this shoddy, two-bit fortune teller for some purpose or other.
Towards people he’s altogether friendly but will not actively seek to form friendships, oftentimes preferring to travel on his lonesome. He’s traveled in groups before to varying degrees of success.
He’s very wise and has a lot of wisdom to impart onto others, as was imparted onto him by the man who trained him.
Morally he falls into a grey area, this is not because he doesn’t fight for the side of good, he certainly does, but his stances on punishment of those who have done wrong is quite extreme. For even the smallest offense to the law or what Bishop views as cosmically right a bone shattering blow that might as well be criminal is in store for the wrongdoer from Bishop’s hands. This sense of morality he holds is often called hypocritical as Bishop used to be a criminal himself.
Equipment:
-Two Twin Two Shot Flintlock Pistols. He demonstrates exceptional skill with them and it careful to make his shots count. He had previously expressed interest in getting revolvers. However once getting those revolvers he discovered that they were wildly inaccurate and quickly went back to his trust flintlock. The only real problem with his guns is that they are a bother to reload.
-One Xiphos Short Sword. Bishop uses a slightly modernized version of the Xiphos shortsword with improved material and blade quality as a secondary weapon. ((Fun fact, ‘Xiphos’ apparently means ‘Penetrating Light’. Ancient Greeks and their fancy names for swords, eh?))
-A Double Concave Bow. Arguably his main weapon once his pistols run out of ammunition, he shows deadly accuracy with his bow and arrow. His feats include firing multiple arrows simultaneously, very fast and accurate shooting, and once he shot an opponent's arrows out of the air.
-A Lyre. Bishop keeps a finely made wooden Lyre with him when in need of his musically inclined talents.

Abilities: Bishop is often called a ‘Warrior of Utility’, because he very rarely finds himself squeezed into merely one combat role. He has performed duties similar to a combat medic, he’s been an archer, and has strummed a lyre in such furious desperation that at the time he must have been a bard.
His powers are reasonably expansive, due to the wide variety of subject’s Apollos godship covers. He has spent a significant portion of his life training, making him adept in his abilities. But, as his Master once said to him, “you have not realized the full power of your abilities, and until you unite with others like you, I doubt you ever will.”
Blinding Light- Bishop, as his ancestor is god of the sun, has access to a extremely useful light based attacks and utilities. He can cause his hand to glow very brightly, almost as though a flashlight or a torch. he can configure this light in many ways, making it shine like a flashlight, lantern, or even the ability to make shadow puppets with it, sort of like someone could do with a flashlight and their hands. Combat wise it has two applications, firstly if he can manage to put his hands over someone's eyes he can deliver an intense amount of brightness very suddenly, blinding them for a period of up to a half hour. His other combat option is to fire a beam of light, causing physical damage to an opponent, but this drains his energy severely
Musical Magic- Using any instrument, Bishop can play a variety of tunes that will empower those he is traveling with, though these effects are the most potent when using a lyre. He has a variety of songs, one which can slightly increase the strength of his team-mates, one that can make his enemies slightly weaker, calming songs, and a variety of others. ((In RP, if I want to use a song not mentioned in the sheet I’ll run it by the GM first.))
Healing Magic- Bishop has somewhat potent healing magic, which he calls his ‘healing hands’. If he passes close to someone he can sense if they have some kind of wound. By laying his hands on the wound, he can accelerate the healing process to a degree. paper cuts and little bruises would fade in a matter of seconds, but the length of time needed to fully mend something increase exponentially as the wound gets worse. Fixing something broken would take an entire day, but attempting to regrow a limb that was lost could take a year.
God Burst- Arrows of Revealing Light- His God Burst is a power he calls ‘The Arrows of Revealing Light’. It creates six golden arrows in his quiver and bathes him in a golden light. The first effect is that he is slightly stronger, faster, more accurate, and all his abilities are a bit more ffective. Additionally, he has the arrows, with which he can do many things. Can can absorb them to make himself further slightly stronger, he can shoot them at a friend to heal them massively, or he can shoot them at an enemy for either an instant kill or a massive amount of damage.

Ancestor/Patron: Apollo; God of Prophecy, Music, Archery, Medicine, The Sun, and basically anything that the other gods didn’t claim already.

Background:
Bishop has a storied past for a man of only 36. He was born in a small, backwater town in the country of Wandenzech. He was born into a very poor household that might as well have been little more than a dirt shack held up with nothing more than spit, sticks, and a whole lot of prayers. The only way to get by in the tiny town was criminal activity- Traders would pass through all the time, attempting to barter spice or coin or weapons to villagers who barely had enough money to pay for leaves to wipe their own asses with. The Bishop family got the idea to start taking from the traders. Nothing big, no fighting, no intimidation, just making small talk with the trader while their boy went around the back and nicked a sword or two. It was a good system- The merchant went on their merry way no worse for wear with only the slightest lightening of the load, and the Bishops had enough money.
But eventually, people began catching on. People were starting to realize the Bishop’s house was getting nicer and nicer- and that they had a bit more stuff than they used to. People started demanding cuts, threatening to bring the police down on the Bishops. They had to give away their profits, and they had to steal more and more to survive. Soon, they started holding up traders and trade caravans. Generally, it was fine, no one ever got hurt, and the Bishops and their village got what they wanted. until one day, when Matthew Bishop had just turned seventeen. There was a trade caravan that put up a fight- a bad one. Bishop pulled his most valuable possession, a gun, stolen when he was ten, and he fired. The fighting stopped, one of the traders was dead. Bishops parents forced him to turn himself in, and so he did, sentenced to six years in prison, five for murder, one for theft. retrospectively it was an extremely lax sentence for a second degree murder and multiple counts of grand theft, but at the time it seemed like a hell of a long sentence to Bishop.
It was in prison that he truly developed who he was. He was quick to adjust to a no-crime lifestyle; the prison supplied him will everything he needed. The only bad thing he probably did in there was beating the shit out of someone who tried to fuck with him in his first few days. After that, no one messed with The Bishop, as they started to call him. At that time, Bishop started to become enamored with religion, he felt as though it gave him a purpose. In his prison years he became a preacher of Apollo, lord of the sun, medicine, music, archery, and in some cases, knowledge. he got a tattoo of the sun on his hand to signify this. It made him feel like he was doing in prison. That he was in there for a reason.
That feeling went away when he got out, six years later. He was in a town he didn’t recognize with people who particularly hated ex-cons, at a dead-end, with no job, no prospects, and what he felt was his true purpose in life locked back inside the prison walls.
At this time, Bishop made a new friend- Alcohol. He spent what must have been a year of his life drinking, kicking back in dive bars and cheap pubs looking for good booze to drown his sorrows in. Sometime shortly after his twenty fourth birthday, something odd happened in the bar.
Bishop was just about to walk out the door, when a curious looking man in a beautiful golden suit walked in. He was dressed perfectly and seemed to radiate light. Bishop was the first one to speak to him, asking him what someone like him was doing in a place like this. The man responded, “To buy you a drink, Mr.Bishop.”
Bishop wasn’t one to turn down a free drink, so he accepted. As the two drank, they talked. The man revealing he knew a lot about Bishop- His past, his time in prison, his favorite drink for chrissakes. Instead of asking how the man knew all this, Bishop merely remarked he was no one special and got up to leave, saying he needed to get to bed for the never ending hunt for some kind of job that would accept him.
The man said, “You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man. Mr.Bishop, encourage you to stay here for just five minutes. it is your destiny. You shall be set on a path of heroism, honor, and glory, for whatever hardship it may be fraught with. But if you walk out of that door, right now, you embark on a darker path than I could ever foresee.” With that the man in the suit paid and left, leaving Bishop to make his choice.
Bishop stayed in that bar for another half an hour, and in that time a man older than he was walked in, only to be assaulted by a group of bar assholes. He stood there and took it, before Bishop walked up to them and told them to piss off. After the ensuing fight, the older gentleman told Bishop to pursue him at his dojo.
Bishop ventured to the dojo and trained there for a great many years, until he was thirty, learning everything his new master has to teach him, and even learning of his godly ancestry. He eventually began deducing that the man he’d met, the one with the golden suit, was Apollo, his ancestor.
After completing his training, he traveled for many years, being a part of many adventurer’s groups and seeing places all around the world.

Pandora's Box RP

Here's my sheet, @Cinderella Man, you nerd.

Bishop

”You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man.”-The Man in the Golden Suit

Name: Matthew Bishop
Gender: Male
Age: 36

Height: 6” 3’
Weight: 220 Lbs.
Appearance:
Bishop is a physically imposing man, standing at the impressive height of 6” 3’, towering above an average male. He maintains a muscular physique that is ready for action, with somewhat lean yet strong muscles that allow from fast movement and hard punches if need be. He is often seen wearing a long coat and a desperado hat with a hand resting on his holster, as though he were some kind of cowboy. He has short, closely cut brown hair and a badly trimmed rough beard. he usually has one of many different kinds of serious expressions on his face, though he’ll sometimes smile if he hears a joke that tickles his sense of humor. When he smiles it seems like his whole face crinkles up, his dark eyes almost shrinking somewhat. When he frowns however, his oval shaped face and expression remains monotone, his eyes staring ahead.
With the way he moves, he gives off a sort of gentle giant vibe. His moves when not in combat tend to be slow and deliberate, as though living in a world made of glass, ready to shatter at any given second.
Notable Markings:
-A large, bad scar going from his left temple to his scalp, from when his head was cracked open and crudely stitched back up.
-Tiny scars all over his knuckles and fingers.
-His fingers are extremely calloused; an archer's hands.
-He has a tattoo of a sun on the back of his right hand.

Personality:
To say Bishop is hard boiled would be to sell him short. He’s an extremely serious man with a sense of humor so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest. He’s a quiet and personal man, he tends to spend a lot of time in his own head, trying to think over situations very carefully. His slow and deliberate movements are an extension of his train of thought, he is very careful to control himself to ensure he doesn’t make any sudden or careless moves. He tries very hard to repress his criminal past, and control his own strength. Furthermore, he dislikes using his powers unless against an enemy which has equal or greater strength, as it would not make for a fair fight. He is an honorable man, and arguably one of his most important principles is honor. He will try to make any fights he’s involved in as fair as possible, and if he makes a promise he’s damned certain to keep it. if someone he knows ever breaches their own honor, his opinion of them declines greatly. One of his many personal mottos is “death before dishonor”. He is extremely conscious of how powerful he is and is quick to gage how powerful those he surrounds himself with are. He is happy filling most any role in a group, but has taken a liking to archery and the use of his firearms most prominently.
He is a live and let live type of person, preferring not to bother anyone unless they actively seek him out first. He won’t go out of his way to track someone down or do something unless he has a very good reason for it. That said, he has a very strong belief in prophecy, even prophecy coming from the lips of a fortune teller who’s probably a charlatan, because he believes everything happens for a reason, and he must have encountered this shoddy, two-bit fortune teller for some purpose or other.
Towards people he’s altogether friendly but will not actively seek to form friendships, oftentimes preferring to travel on his lonesome. He’s traveled in groups before to varying degrees of success.
He’s very wise and has a lot of wisdom to impart onto others, as was imparted onto him by the man who trained him.
Morally he falls into a grey area, this is not because he doesn’t fight for the side of good, he certainly does, but his stances on punishment of those who have done wrong is quite extreme. For even the smallest offense to the law or what Bishop views as cosmically right a bone shattering blow that might as well be criminal is in store for the wrongdoer from Bishop’s hands. This sense of morality he holds is often called hypocritical as Bishop used to be a criminal himself.
Equipment:
-Two Twin Two Shot Flintlock Pistols. He demonstrates exceptional skill with them and it careful to make his shots count. He had previously expressed interest in getting revolvers. However once getting those revolvers he discovered that they were wildly inaccurate and quickly went back to his trust flintlock. The only real problem with his guns is that they are a bother to reload.
-One Xiphos Short Sword. Bishop uses a slightly modernized version of the Xiphos shortsword with improved material and blade quality as a secondary weapon. ((Fun fact, ‘Xiphos’ apparently means ‘Penetrating Light’. Ancient Greeks and their fancy names for swords, eh?))
-A Double Concave Bow. Arguably his main weapon once his pistols run out of ammunition, he shows deadly accuracy with his bow and arrow. His feats include firing multiple arrows simultaneously, very fast and accurate shooting, and once he shot an opponent's arrows out of the air.
-A Lyre. Bishop keeps a finely made wooden Lyre with him when in need of his musically inclined talents.

Abilities: Bishop is often called a ‘Warrior of Utility’, because he very rarely finds himself squeezed into merely one combat role. He has performed duties similar to a combat medic, he’s been an archer, and has strummed a lyre in such furious desperation that at the time he must have been a bard.
His powers are reasonably expansive, due to the wide variety of subject’s Apollos godship covers. He has spent a significant portion of his life training, making him adept in his abilities. But, as his Master once said to him, “you have not realized the full power of your abilities, and until you unite with others like you, I doubt you ever will.”
Blinding Light- Bishop, as his ancestor is god of the sun, has access to a extremely useful light based attacks and utilities. He can cause his hand to glow very brightly, almost as though a flashlight or a torch. he can configure this light in many ways, making it shine like a flashlight, lantern, or even the ability to make shadow puppets with it, sort of like someone could do with a flashlight and their hands. Combat wise it has two applications, firstly if he can manage to put his hands over someone's eyes he can deliver an intense amount of brightness very suddenly, blinding them for a period of up to a half hour. His other combat option is to fire a beam of light, causing physical damage to an opponent, but this drains his energy severely
Musical Magic- Using any instrument, Bishop can play a variety of tunes that will empower those he is traveling with, though these effects are the most potent when using a lyre. He has a variety of songs, one which can slightly increase the strength of his team-mates, one that can make his enemies slightly weaker, calming songs, and a variety of others. ((In RP, if I want to use a song not mentioned in the sheet I’ll run it by the GM first.))
Healing Magic- Bishop has somewhat potent healing magic, which he calls his ‘healing hands’. If he passes close to someone he can sense if they have some kind of wound. By laying his hands on the wound, he can accelerate the healing process to a degree. paper cuts and little bruises would fade in a matter of seconds, but the length of time needed to fully mend something increase exponentially as the wound gets worse. Fixing something broken would take an entire day, but attempting to regrow a limb that was lost could take a year.
God Burst- Arrows of Revealing Light- His God Burst is a power he calls ‘The Arrows of Revealing Light’. It creates six golden arrows in his quiver and bathes him in a golden light. The first effect is that he is slightly stronger, faster, more accurate, and all his abilities are a bit more ffective. Additionally, he has the arrows, with which he can do many things. Can can absorb them to make himself further slightly stronger, he can shoot them at a friend to heal them massively, or he can shoot them at an enemy for either an instant kill or a massive amount of damage.

Ancestor/Patron: Apollo; God of Prophecy, Music, Archery, Medicine, The Sun, and basically anything that the other gods didn’t claim already.

Background:
Bishop has a storied past for a man of only 36. He was born in a small, backwater town in the country of Wandenzech. He was born into a very poor household that might as well have been little more than a dirt shack held up with nothing more than spit, sticks, and a whole lot of prayers. The only way to get by in the tiny town was criminal activity- Traders would pass through all the time, attempting to barter spice or coin or weapons to villagers who barely had enough money to pay for leaves to wipe their own asses with. The Bishop family got the idea to start taking from the traders. Nothing big, no fighting, no intimidation, just making small talk with the trader while their boy went around the back and nicked a sword or two. It was a good system- The merchant went on their merry way no worse for wear with only the slightest lightening of the load, and the Bishops had enough money.
But eventually, people began catching on. People were starting to realize the Bishop’s house was getting nicer and nicer- and that they had a bit more stuff than they used to. People started demanding cuts, threatening to bring the police down on the Bishops. They had to give away their profits, and they had to steal more and more to survive. Soon, they started holding up traders and trade caravans. Generally, it was fine, no one ever got hurt, and the Bishops and their village got what they wanted. until one day, when Matthew Bishop had just turned seventeen. There was a trade caravan that put up a fight- a bad one. Bishop pulled his most valuable possession, a gun, stolen when he was ten, and he fired. The fighting stopped, one of the traders was dead. Bishops parents forced him to turn himself in, and so he did, sentenced to six years in prison, five for murder, one for theft. retrospectively it was an extremely lax sentence for a second degree murder and multiple counts of grand theft, but at the time it seemed like a hell of a long sentence to Bishop.
It was in prison that he truly developed who he was. He was quick to adjust to a no-crime lifestyle; the prison supplied him will everything he needed. The only bad thing he probably did in there was beating the shit out of someone who tried to fuck with him in his first few days. After that, no one messed with The Bishop, as they started to call him. At that time, Bishop started to become enamored with religion, he felt as though it gave him a purpose. In his prison years he became a preacher of Apollo, lord of the sun, medicine, music, archery, and in some cases, knowledge. he got a tattoo of the sun on his hand to signify this. It made him feel like he was doing in prison. That he was in there for a reason.
That feeling went away when he got out, six years later. He was in a town he didn’t recognize with people who particularly hated ex-cons, at a dead-end, with no job, no prospects, and what he felt was his true purpose in life locked back inside the prison walls.
At this time, Bishop made a new friend- Alcohol. He spent what must have been a year of his life drinking, kicking back in dive bars and cheap pubs looking for good booze to drown his sorrows in. Sometime shortly after his twenty fourth birthday, something odd happened in the bar.
Bishop was just about to walk out the door, when a curious looking man in a beautiful golden suit walked in. He was dressed perfectly and seemed to radiate light. Bishop was the first one to speak to him, asking him what someone like him was doing in a place like this. The man responded, “To buy you a drink, Mr.Bishop.”
Bishop wasn’t one to turn down a free drink, so he accepted. As the two drank, they talked. The man revealing he knew a lot about Bishop- His past, his time in prison, his favorite drink for chrissakes. Instead of asking how the man knew all this, Bishop merely remarked he was no one special and got up to leave, saying he needed to get to bed for the never ending hunt for some kind of job that would accept him.
The man said, “You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man. Mr.Bishop, encourage you to stay here for just five minutes. it is your destiny. You shall be set on a path of heroism, honor, and glory, for whatever hardship it may be fraught with. But if you walk out of that door, right now, you embark on a darker path than I could ever foresee.” With that the man in the suit paid and left, leaving Bishop to make his choice.
Bishop stayed in that bar for another half an hour, and in that time a man older than he was walked in, only to be assaulted by a group of bar assholes. He stood there and took it, before Bishop walked up to them and told them to piss off. After the ensuing fight, the older gentleman told Bishop to pursue him at his dojo.
Bishop ventured to the dojo and trained there for a great many years, until he was thirty, learning everything his new master has to teach him, and even learning of his godly ancestry. He eventually began deducing that the man he’d met, the one with the golden suit, was Apollo, his ancestor.
After completing his training, he traveled for many years, being a part of many adventurer’s groups and seeing places all around the world.

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

DEL HALE
Del stood there, for almost a full awkward minute, holding his hand out to the girl who refused to take it while equally seeming mystified by it. During this time, Del wondered many things. Why he was being sent on a mission with this girl? Why did he walk in the doors of Nova Infinitum of all places? Most importantly, why was he receiving a stare down? it was very unsettling, to be stared down by someone with eyes the size of dinner plates. Del knew she was a corrupted, making him wonder whether or not she was staring at him with decidedly murderous intent or if she was just nervous. Did corrupteds get nervous?
He was about to lower his hand when the girl next to Aquarius greeted him.
"Um, hi, Lyra." He now tried to give her a handshake. Suddenly, his eyes flitted upward, scanning her face. "Oh my god, I'm an idiot, she's blind." He remembered, and he lowered his hand faster than perhaps he ever had before. Reflexively he smiled, trying to be polite, then he remembered she couldn't see the smile and he panicked slightly, internally. While trying to think of a response, something tiny and fast slammed into his chest and then he was on the floor with a little corrupted girl directly on top of him.
Before Del could do so much a yelp, scream, or get away in any fashion, the girl nuzzled into his chest, saying he was her new big brother. in the back of Del's mind, he wondered what happened to her old big brother.
"So, um, Lyra..." Del began, while attempted to pry the little girl off of him, but her death grip on his shirt was making it no easier.
"Are you going on the mission with us...?" Now he was on his feet, holding the little girl in his arms.
Before the girl could answer, an woman only a few years older than them walked over. He vaguely remembered her- Ms.Scythe, wasn't it? If Del remembered correctly, she had reverse telepathy. With a power and name like that, it was a wonder she wasn't buddy buddy with that guy Ursa. This woman had taught a few classes with him in them- He'd only been there a few days, after all. He also remembered her from his one session of cooking club, in which e'd eaten the pizzas the club made. All fifteen of them.
"You doing okay there? What's with all the fuss today?" She asked.
"Missions, and evidently, today is the day we all pick new big brothers." Del said, letting out a rare glimpse of one of his jokes.
He looked back at Aquarius, noticing that she was wearing gloves and bracelets. Interesting clothing choice, particularly for a little girl. he wondered if it had something to do with her power...? It might be. Del had realized a while ago that he subconsciously had altered his appearance to fit around his power. it made him wonder what her power was. Glove manipulation?

URSA
Ursa rose from his seat a half second before Virgo made her irrelevant comment on the mission time. He already knew it was time to go, and he imagined Jace did as well. Jace nodded and stood as well, while all three made their way to the car. As they walked, Ursa thought about Virgo. He remembered reading over her file Zoolingualisim was her power. If it came down to it, he'd deal with her indoors. Outside he might have to contend with a veritable legion of pigeons. Enough of them would make it hard to aim. Indoors his problems might consist of a house cat or dog- In other words, a non-issue. Ursa thought about specific ways to kill her. Most anything would probably work, she didn't seem to have physical prowess in any way, shape, or form. he'd be a push-over, easy to make it seem like an 'accident'. He tucked that bit of knowledge away as the trio stepped outside, the air biting into Ursa's neck. Jace silently handed him his coat and he took it, putting it on, enjoying the familar feeling of the fabric brushing against the bits of his exposed skin while he zipped and buttoned it.
Jace opened the door and Virgo stepped in, followed by Ursa. The three of them jammed into the backseat while Virgo peered over the file. A crusty cabbie stared at them from the front seat, he face covered with stubble, and from the backseat Ursa could tell his breath stunk of cheap hot dogs and the last traces of alcohol from a morning hangover. Ursa's eyes flickered over his rates, confirming his suspicious that they were investing a low amount of money in their travel.
"To the airport, yeah?" The cabbie said, a thick New York accent permeating his voice.
"Make it snappy." Ursa said. The cabbie frowned deeper and started to drive.
"So, Ursa... Any thoughts on our mission?" The assassin was thinking about that, too.
"Waste of our talents. An Agent could be deployed alone just as easily. Could be a test. Or he could be dangerous." Ursa said, one of the few times he'd spoken to someone not associated with his training or his missions.
"As much as I don't want to admit it, Ursa has a point. Nova Infinitum doesn't send our stars to find other stars, usually...Unless..." Jace said. he didn't finish the though, but he knew what Jace was thinking. Unless there was a problem.

ALEX MASTERS "ATLAS"
Alex awoke that morning to the calming tones of his alarm clock- Smooth jazz, turned up just loud enough to rouse him from his slumber. He was in a spacious room, easily two dozen meters by two dozen meters. A king sized bed with clean white sheets was against the wall, and other walls were adorned with framed pictures or had shelves against them that held a myriad of trophies. The only thing the place didn't seem to have was a vaulted ceiling, but his associates had decided adding one of those to his quarters wasn't exactly cost effective.
He rolled out of bed, yawning loudly, going to pour himself a cup of coffee. He strode to his kitchenette, opening cabinets while his combination TV/Computer lit up, with today's mission and training assignments. He lazily ready it as he began making his coffee.
"Division 12; Live Fire on Ranges. Units 22, 39, and 75 to receive disciplinary action." Was all he managed to read before a new assignment popped up "Personnel Assignment- ATLAS". Puzzled, he clicked on the file. Inside were the details of a young girl, someone named Vespira. Living in Washington, over in the United States, she had the power of adoptive muscle memory. His higher-ups were suggesting he... Persuade her to come to their side.
Alex cracked a smile. Someone with Adoptive Muscle Memory would be an invaluable asset for the training of his soldiers. he could show her footage of something being done, and pick the knowledge of it right from her head. Alex printed the plane tickets, and went to get his coat. Today he'd be heading to Seattle...
((Sorry for short posts, again. Somewhat busy day for me...

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

So basically any power as long as we can pull a techno/science-babble out that sounds plausible? Sounds cool.