Eric Horst

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Gordon Edwards

Rain was like a way of reminding people that god cried too.

At least, that's how Gordon sometimes saw it, most of the time however, all he could see was pouring rain coming from the clouds above as constant reminder that life went on, and that he was glad he wore a trench coat.

The droplets of water would hit him, only to slide off like tiny waterfalls, as the wind occasionally swiped at his scarf. Wind was never really an issue in a city such as Ravenport, as even on windy days the buildings gave some cover from it. Windy days were chilly, at least that's what he had heard others complain. The only thing he could possibly complain about was his new position in the sketchy detective agency and the case file he'd been handed. Earlier that day, he'd been given his first assignment, an investigation into a possible act of sabotage over at a local pub. It was a place he'd been at least once before, though he hadn't been there long. Something about live sea creatures unsettled him, and although he had been hungry, he decided to skip lunch and left before he'd even heard the specials.

Tugging his hood slightly more over his head, the young man stepped over one of the larger puddles that had formed on the road, his boots hitting the wet cobblestone with muffled thuds. He was looking forward to the case, at least in some sense. From the look of Rolfe when he handed him the files, this kinda thing had happened before, he could tell that much even before he looked the two characters over. Neither one looked the type, but competition sometimes changed people, but for all he knew, it really could be just another stupid coincidence that Barker's seafood were dying.

He'd find out sooner or later, as he rounded a corner and out from the dark buildings of the main streets, his eyes landed on another figure, standing just outside the pub known as the 'Crabbyshack'. Crabby was right, the woman who ran it didn't sound to cheerful. Judging from the way they stood, and the fact that he knew he had a partner on this particular mission, Gordon lightly jogged towards the figure, his boots kicking up small splashes behind him.

Slowing to a stop before the figure, He nodded at them, as he pushed open the door to the better off tavern. Comparing the Crabbyshack to it's competitor, the Bloated Barge, there was honestly no real contest, though he wasn't fond of either. Stepping inside and throwing off his hood with one hand while leaving the door open with the other, he gestured for his college to follow, while running a quick once over of the one he'd be working with.

She seemed somewhat impatient, obviously not fond of rain, or being in such a place, not to mention, even under his cloak, she seemed to be of noble birth, not exactly someone he'd expect to see working such a job, but she was there, she was easy on the eyes, and she seemed to have an air of intelligence to her. Good, he'd been worried he'd be sent in with some mindless brute who ended up breaking everything.

"Sorry for the wait." His voice was sincere, though he meant it as more of a formality then anything.

X-Men: The New Era

Alright that about covers it, so now I won't forget this. :P

Jason's Been Lazy

• Powers

Although his powers have decently improved, Jason appears to be holding himself back quite a bit as evident by his behavior. He's been seen as able to lift the weight equivalent of a whole sedan, however, the month has been spent pretending that his powers are next to nothing, though he's done a poor job of this. A recent occurrence involving one 'Isaac Miller' and another classmate when Jason witnessed a bullying caused him to apparently accidentally rip a large chunk of the ground out from under Isaac and hurl it several miles away. It would appear an adrenalin rush extends into his telekinetic powers.

Nobody witnessed this, but accounts from both Isaac's victim, Isaac himself, and the large gaping hole in the ground eventually led the staff to the only two possible culprits, and since Sally couldn't currently lift such a large piece out of the ground and hurl it that far, Jason was found as the culprit, though his punishment was minor as he had good intentions.

His X-Factor mutation has expanded it's range to about thirty feet, making life a lot more annoying.

• Relationships

Though quiet, Jason has slowly attempting to smash his shell into tiny itty bitty little pieces, (because he always hated that shell cuz it was itchy and cramped) but also because he's possibly made some friends within the academy. Him and Drake have taken passing glances at each other and even spoken a few times. Meanwhile him and Aya have been breaking the ice, occasionally hanging out.

Jason seems to have a rather large distain for Isaac, seeming to have pointed him out as the resident jerk, and has made next to no contact with him, with the exception of the one incident.

He's spoken with the others all at least once, though mostly about trivial things, leaving much of him a mystery. Why can't he just tell people about himself?!

Much mystery, so shy.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Seems it begins. This should be certainly entertaining.

I'll probably take my character on the mission about the sabotage, seems more up his alley then chasing cats around a city, mostly due to cats tending to end up in tight spaces and up on roofs.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

Sounds to me it's more of an actual physical change. Where as from what I read, Yunnie's powers are like illusions, a doppleganger could actually become the form of another, though from what they said, they don't gain any outward powers from it.

Our Evil Ways

William Sutherland

Expendable. Many of them were. At least, that's how he saw it. Will had been with the group long enough to know that about half of them were about dead weight, and the others had useful skills that others had, so most of them could be replaced, William included.

He knew his way out of tight fixes, it was one of the reasons he was still alive, but he was simply one of the many, and when things went down, the law of the jungle applied to them all. The vultures certainly knew it. Will wasn't sure if anyone else had bothered to take note of them, but the flying buzzards had been following them for quite some time now, and where there was death, there was vultures.

He had been half tempted to get one of the crack shots in the group to take a shot at a few of the flying annoyances, gaining them both a bit of extra food, and less things to linger in the backs of their minds.
He'd love to do it himself, but years of experience told him that it was better to make comments to others, and slowly make them believe it was their idea. The problem with his entire plan, was the noise. They were directly out in the open, and as much as he wanted to rid themselves of their constant stalkers, they didn't have any means of knocking the blasted birds down to earth that wouldn't make a lot of noise.

Shame really.

He hadn't spoken to any of the others within the group in a few days now. He'd had little reason to make things crazy just yet.

Shifting the digging tool he carried more comfortably onto his shoulder, the ex-grave digger slunk his way out of the center of the group and closer to the front, where several of their numbers, including that one guy, Freddie, discussed possible routes to take. This might have been the opportunity he needed to 'thin the herd' as it were. Large groups only lasted when they had a fortified place to stay for an extended period of time, as proven by his temporary stay with a group holed up in the Apartment he lived in.

They would probably still be alive if he hadn't have 'Accidentally' left the ladder he had used to get down the across the large gap in the stairway they had made. He might have also 'Accidentally' rang the dinner bell as it were, when he set off the fire alarm within the building.

Poor sods, they had such a good thing going to, but then they got paranoid that someone who dug graves was some sort of witch doctor and kicked him out.

William stepped forward, the blade of his shovel touching the ground with a light clang, as he leaned against it, deciding to help out with the conversation.

"if there's a Costco nearby, then maybe we can find some poor shambler caught underneath a shel-I mean," His eye had twitched several times until he corrected himself, as he proved once again why people avoided him, "Ahem, there might be something left over in the storage areas, or something else worth our while. Worth a shot, I'm in."

Danger was something he practically lived for at this point, and Costco had plenty of things he could turn into useful survival items. Wood into shields, metal into spears, cloth into bags. The possibilities were endless, of course, the trip would also depend on what kind of members decided to go.

William had volunteered, and since the chance of not returning growing when out on scavenging missions, he was rather certain he would be selected to go. He had a tendency to creep others out and he was certain at least one or two in the group wouldn't mind if he never came back.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

Adam Hill

Loud music and a darkened atmosphere wasn't anything new to Adam, his father had gone through a 'Rocker' phase at one point, and he constantly was walking into a darkened apartment building with the music from their stereo system turned up loud enough that he could hear it from several floors down. His father was weird like that, but at least he meant well.

It was the people around him that was suffocating him ever so slowly. Spending much of his time alone, Adam wasn't used to being 'On the scene' and for that matter, the center of attention for more then a singular psychical being at any time.

He was currently surrounded by more then one of the other party-goers, a older looking guy with more muscles then a body builder, a girl with some sort of odd headset on, and another guy with feet that simple refused to stay still, constantly jittering as he faded in and out of sight for split seconds. Adam sighed in annoyance, they had come over while he had gone over to the snack table to grab a soda and were now pestering him about his powers.

"C'mon!" The girl asked again. "Just tell us. You're the only one here not flaunting about their powers."

That wasn't true at all, he could point out at least one or two oth-wait they were gone. Drat.

"Bud, jus' tell us, we're really interest'd now, what've you got?" The bulky guy said, gesturing for the smaller male to do something. The gesture was slightly awkward, as if they weren't used to their own weight.

The jittery one began to pipe up himself, but Adam silenced him when he pointed towards him, his tone flat and some what smug. "You've been fading in and out of existence in rapid motions and constant jittery motions because you've been moving around the party knocking over people's drinks for the past few minutes, that's what I can assume since the I heard the first complaint about seventy seconds ago, and you've pecked the cheek of her," His finger moved to the girl with the headset, "Judging from the slight discoloration of one of her cheeks that occurred shortly after you three approached me, you like her because she makes lunch for the both of you, and that headset on her head allows her to focus her mental energy into something, which you seem to think is amazing from the constant glances in it's direction, and your large friend here has shown signs of not being comfortable in their own skin,"His finger finally moved to the bulky one, who now looked somewhat shocked. "Every motion they've made is slightly awkward, the way they carry themselves is nothing like someone of this weight should, and they show no signs of muscle stress, neither from any kind of heavy lifting or sudden muscle growth, pointing your friend as a shape shifter of some kind."

Not waiting for them to voice any objections, or surprise, Adam pushed through them and walked away, his relief beginning to wash over him as he allowed his mouth another long break. He hated long speeches, and speaking wasn't something he often did, out of both worry and choice. Behind him, the jittery speedster shouted:

"How the heck did he know that!? Wait oh jeeze! You know now!"

Although Adam wasn't looking anymore, something told him that his female friend was hugging him, because he had shut up, and the clapping of a shifting form had begun. Huh, seemed he had accidentally gotten two friends together, and made a muscle bound shapeshifter revert to a smaller form. Good for him, he had done an accidental good.

Pushing his way out the door, Adam Hill took a moment to breath in the fresh corridor air, not stuffed with the carbon dioxide of other living things, and moving to one of the windows, staring out into the night sky, as the moon stared back down at him, unfeeling, yet always watching. A constant companion that never had never judged him for how he was born, nor the life choices he had made. He liked the night sky, it left a lot to the imagination. Sadly, he couldn't spend time staring up into the atmosphere of his planet out at what lay beyond forever, so he tore his eyes away, and began making his way down the corridor towards the lockers. He wanted to retrieve his pack he had stowed away in there before he had been whisked away to the party.

Something caught his eye, and he paused for a moment, his gaze moving across the strange scene down in the courtyard. Well then, this was interesting. If he had spent any more time in that party he might have missed it. The headmaster was exchanging a child for something, though from the distance he was at, he could make out any details about what it was exactly. Whatever it was, it was worth a child's life, which meant it had a high probability to be something the masked man shouldn't have access to and the child was the trade off, meaning that whatever the headmaster had just handed over, was something that would hold grave consequences for somebody. The question was who, and when.

He wasn't the only one who had taken notice however, which was interesting. Only one thing to do he supposed. He made a small motion at them, signaling that he had seen as well, before he moved away from the window. He would do something interesting tomorrow, he was tired.

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Doctor Cranham (Sam)

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Main Compound, Corridors, On route to Study, Interactions:@Aamaya

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It wasn't often that he forgot things, but Sam had been losing sleep lately, and it had made him lose track of more then a few of his personal belonging's more then once in the past few days. He was slightly more sluggish then usual, not that he was a particularly hyper kind of creature to begin with. Sam was an individual of composure, at least when he needed to be, which was often. Most of his fellow researchers had either not seen the difference, or they were far to busy testing the subjects and devising new tests for their little "Lab Rats" to endure.

The young man often thought they were a little rough on their test subjects, but there wasn't much he could do to object to them. They had been given specific orders to carry out, and many couldn't see a reason to "Be Humane" to the test subjects, because in the end, even if he hated it, that's what they were. Test subjects.

Although Sam had no way of stopping his co-workers from being so cruel at times towards the test subjects, he did his best to try and be as pleasant as possible to any of the people he preformed his tests on. He did still refer to them as people more often then not, because that's what they were, and to him, these people were also the future of mankind. He just needed more time to focus his efforts into creating the right mixture of genes, and of course, possibly the right tests.

Doctor Cranham may have been one of the many who conducted tests on the subjects, but his were usually relatively simple. Lift something heavy, run on a tread mill for a while, run laps in the larger testing areas, and having them test their powers on various objects and small creatures. Although using small animals was a somewhat cruel thing to include in any of his tests, he needed to analyze every angle of what the test subjects had the capability to do. Although the test subjects were often sedated, drugged, or simply restrained, and against the wishes of the security force and several of his closer comrades, he often would find himself delivering items for the subjects to test on himself.

Some called him crazy, others suicidal, and most a fool who constantly broke protocol, but he merely said, if we don't test their power on people, what's the point? He knew fairly well of the main intentions of the facility, but his intentions were his own, and although he'd nearly been booted from the project once, they kept him around. His risk taking helped further their research as well as his own.

His foot steps drew to a halt, as he paused his forward motion, his wandering mind somehow remembering exactly where the Study was. Muscle memory was a fabulous thing. His foot began it's journey forward, but he was halted in place by a shout from a nearby source:

"Hold up for a moment there Doc!"

Spinning around, Sam located the source, an other wise generic looking guard, on a bee line straight for him. He waited patiently for the guard to stop before him, and gestured for him to be out with it.

"Doctor Cranham, I'm sorry but you can't be in there without an escort," He had paused for a moment, quickly scanning Sam's name tag before addressing him. "The Study is currently occupied by one of the freaks."

Irritated, and his patience already worn thin, as he was still remotely tired and wanted to get back to his coffee, Sam made a gesture towards the Study entrance. "Well then I guess you'll be having to join me then. Hurry up."

In no mood for any further time constraints, he stepped into the Study before the guard could make any further protests, and began scanning the area. If his memory served him correctly... it was on that desk... wait no, the chair. He looked over both spots, picking them clean, with no luck. Perfect.

With his bag of test tubes lost somewhere within the study, he was going to hunt for them. The guard was following him, trying to get an explanation as to what he could possibly be searching for, and if he needed assistance. Oh he needed some, but not from the gun toting moron whose only purpose was to shoot anything that disobeyed orders.

His eyes wandered across one of the only occupants of the room, and he felt himself smile internally. It was nice to see the test subjects when they weren't what they were there for. Just trying to do something human. Reading was one of their only past times, that they had available inside, alongside doing nothing, as she currently was, but reading was one they escaped to often, as books were a temporary portal away from the cruel reality they lived in. He began to approach her, the guard making a move to follow, but he waved them away.

"If I need you I'll call for you, stay put." With that, he swiftly approached the lone woman, whom he recognized to be Subject 616, the illusionist. He knew many of the test subjects by title, but he often tried to learn their names, though not all of them remembered or wanted to tell.

"Greetings Caelia, I see you look well. Enough." His tone wasn't exactly cheerful, nor hostile, but it gave off a twang of 'Very good to see you alive and well' vibe with a hint of his fatigue, though he hoped that she wouldn't notice. "I'd love to chat, but first I have a question," He paused for a moment, making sure the guard couldn't hear him and then said in a lower tone:

"Have you perhaps seen a decently sized brown shoulder bag around here? I've misplaced it and I can't quite remember where I put it. I'd also rather not have to feel indebted to one of the gun goons if they find it, so I'm trying to keep this on the low down."

Sam knew the guards were in the facility to assist the scientists, but many of them were arrogant jerks with little brain and a superiority complex, so he detested working with them. He much preferred the subjects, mostly because they had more reason to be rude to him.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

Name: Adam "Lift" Hill

Age: 17

Backstory:
Living in a city for most of your life will make you paranoid, and for those with super powers, with more then good reason. Adam spent most of his life trying to hide his powers, terrified of what the world might do to him if they discovered what he could do. As a child, he wasn't so good at hiding things. He would often say things and ask questions about things most children would never notice or think about, alongside levitating random objects at the drop of a hat. Sometimes literally.

He was far to perceptive for a three year old, and although his parents were the only ones to know of the telekinetic powers, any time he was jolted, his telekinesis would suddenly launch objects into the air. Many people grew angry with him. They didn't know of his powers, but they didn't like all the questions he was always asking, telling him his 'Meddling' was trouble, and so he began to clam up, until he stopped talking all together, at least until he arrived at the academy. Alongside this he began using his powers less and less. He couldn't turn his enhanced perception off, but he could ignore it, and simply use his telekinetic powers only when need be.

He can learn a lot from others just by interacting with them for a few minutes, which is a bit of a problem. His telekinetic powers on the other hand are easier to deal with, though he doesn't use them much in daily life, even after he was located to the Academy.

Abilities/Weaknesses:

Adam has perception far greater then the normal human being. He can learn far more about people in a few minutes then any Psychiatrist, and he can often piece together a persons motives relatively quickly, which could make him possibly one of the greatest detectives around, though he is far from perfect and has often garnered to much information at once, which gives him a major headache and can often be confused when someone is being far to truthful. He was also granted the power of telekinesis, though he has sometimes hidden this as super strength by lifting an object with his mind, but holding it with one or both of his hands to give the illusion that he's all brawn and no brain. He can lift any non living material under 300 lbs.

Personality:
Although quiet, Adam is a rather interesting person when people get to know him, as he's rather charming and funny, if a bit self conscious and slightly arrogant. He has something against liars, possibly because he see's through almost all lies, and for that reason has a hard time lying himself, leading to many awkward situations. There's a small joke about his telekinetic powers and his last name, meaning some people call him 'Lift' and although he shows some distain for the nickname, he's never bothered to do anything about it. For whatever reason he insists that Trench Coats are 'cool' when others bother him about the one he constantly wears.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

Alright there's that.

Adam

Name: Adam "Lift" Hill

Age: 17

Backstory:
Living in a city for most of your life will make you paranoid, and for those with super powers, with more then good reason. Adam spent most of his life trying to hide his powers, terrified of what the world might do to him if they discovered what he could do. As a child, he wasn't so good at hiding things. He would often say things and ask questions about things most children would never notice or think about, alongside levitating random objects at the drop of a hat. Sometimes literally.

He was far to perceptive for a three year old, and although his parents were the only ones to know of the telekinetic powers, any time he was jolted, his telekinesis would suddenly launch objects into the air. Many people grew angry with him. They didn't know of his powers, but they didn't like all the questions he was always asking, telling him his 'Meddling' was trouble, and so he began to clam up, until he stopped talking all together, at least until he arrived at the academy. Alongside this he began using his powers less and less. He couldn't turn his enhanced perception off, but he could ignore it, and simply use his telekinetic powers only when need be.

He can learn a lot from others just by interacting with them for a few minutes, which is a bit of a problem. His telekinetic powers on the other hand are easier to deal with, though he doesn't use them much in daily life, even after he was located to the Academy.

Abilities/Weaknesses:

Adam has perception far greater then the normal human being. He can learn far more about people in a few minutes then any Psychiatrist, and he can often piece together a persons motives relatively quickly, which could make him possibly one of the greatest detectives around, though he is far from perfect and has often garnered to much information at once, which gives him a major headache and can often be confused when someone is being far to truthful. He was also granted the power of telekinesis, though he has sometimes hidden this as super strength by lifting an object with his mind, but holding it with one or both of his hands to give the illusion that he's all brawn and no brain. He can lift any non living material under 300 lbs.

Personality:
Although quiet, Adam is a rather interesting person when people get to know him, as he's rather charming and funny, if a bit self conscious and slightly arrogant. He has something against liars, possibly because he see's through almost all lies, and for that reason has a hard time lying himself, leading to many awkward situations. There's a small joke about his telekinetic powers and his last name, meaning some people call him 'Lift' and although he shows some distain for the nickname, he's never bothered to do anything about it. For whatever reason he insists that Trench Coats are 'cool' when others bother him about the one he constantly wears.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

Any room left in this store? :P