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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Kendall - A Doctor's Visit

feat. Kendall's father

"Well, Mr. Banks, things have definitely improved with your little girl. She's a lot better than the last few times I've seen her, that's for sure."

"Is there anything new that I should understand?" Mr. Banks asks with his hat in his lap. He had taken time out of his work day to come take Kendall to the doctor, as per the usual checkups that they had to schedule because of Kendall.

"Off the top of my head, there are three. The first one is that she's a pretty tough kid. I actually hadn't noted this before, but it seems she heals at an increased rate." The doctor stroked his beard as he paced the room back and forth while explaining. "I had a bit of the tar from her vomit sent to the labs at the Protectorate for analysis. I think the tar she's made of has some kind of chemical in it that allows for hastened regeneration." The doctor took a quick pause before continuing on his tangent.

"Two. Her vomit is no longer containing any bile in it. For the most part, it is just the tar that makes up her body. It seems she has a reserve of it built up within her that she draws from whenever she vomits. Interesting, but it's still just a theory that I'm working on understanding-" The doctor was interrupted by Mr. Banks. "Y-you mean that she's finally free from the vomit as well?" The doctor shook his head as an answer to Mr. Banks. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Banks. Her vomit is still appearing, but - has she taken her anti-nausea medicine today, perchance?"

"No sir."

"As she told me alone. She's not vomiting as much as before, and even when off the anti-nausea, she's vomiting much rarer now. It's definitely an improvement on maintaining her body weight at a... relatively normal level," The doctor turned to Mr. Banks before continuing. "She's a tad bit underweight. Likely due to the anti-nausea medicine causing her appetite to decrease."

Mr. Banks sighed with relief. "So... she's good then? Nothing too out of the ordinary?"

The doctor stopped pacing before he looked at Mr. Banks. "That's number three. She's definitely improving, yes, but there are still concerns that I have on her well being. Now, she expressed interest in joining the Protectorate as a Ward, and I'll be happy to sign off on the paperwork for y-" Another interruption from Mr. Banks popped into the room. "No sir. We're just... we're not ready to say goodbye to our daughter just yet. At least, I think the wife wouldn't be okay with me making the decision alone."

The doctor frowned before returning to a normal expression. "I guess parents know best. Well, the offer is always on the table if you are interested. I'm going to go back into the room and meet with her before I send her back to you to take home."

The doctor re-entered the examination room as Kendall's face lit up with glee. "So? Did he say yes?" Kendall bounced on the examination bench as she eagerly awaited for the doctor to answer her question.

"He said no, sadly. Though, he looked pretty bummed about that answer, so there's still hope for you yet!" The doctor answered the tarry 14 year old with a smile on his face. "I think he'd be happy to let you join, but he wants your mother here to give the final word."

Kendall's face melted into a small frown. "Awww. Mom's always a party pooper, she'll never go for it." Kendall's hair was ruffled by the doctor as he spoke to her again. "Hey, cheer up champ. There's still some hope for you."

Standing up, the doctor began writing a few things down as Kendall went behind the screen in the room to change from the hospital gown into her normal clothes. Kendall's voice talked in a hushed tone as she spoke to the doctor. "Does he know about Mastar?"

The doctor raises his head up at the question, but remained staring forward as to respect Kendall's privacy. "Mastar? Kendall, you aren't Mastar!" the doctor said sarcastically. Kendall walked out from behind the screen afterwards as she finished putting her shirt back on. "Thank you for keeping that between us. I'd be grounded for years if they found that out." The doctor winked at her before he spoke once again. "Doctor-Patient Confidentiality. Though, I should really tell them since you're under 18..."

"Nooo pleeeasseee!" Kendall grabbed the doctor's arm as she begged. "I really like being a herooooo!"

"Well... alright. I'll keep it under lock for a little longer. If you join the Wards, though, we need to act like I never knew. Got it?"

"Got it! Thank you doc!"

The Narrow Path

"Transmutation? Not the prettiest, but it's definitely somethin' unique. I'll make somethin' for ya soon." Stride snaps towards you with confirmation as he begins to write in his book.

"I think I'll be headin' back to the house, now, see if I can't introduce myself to your allies. Grodlar should be done with 'yer hand, if you wanna go get that."

(Sorry bro robotics was really long this weekend. Meant to post on Saturday but got real sleepy.)

Reign: Kingdom Come

Lorenzo of Windor

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Soothing the massive horse that he rode on, Lorenzo snapped quickly after he heard Martyrdom begin a low growl towards the stranger in the distance. "Calm boy. He is of no threat to us," Lorenzo commented before pulling his bow off of his things, an arrow notched in it as he rode for emergencies. He was a pretty decent shot with a bow, though he was a bit rusty at using one. It'd been a minute, that's for damn sure. The dog lowered his guard at the sound of Lorenzo's voice as they continued forth on the path. Though, getting a decent look at the man, he didn't seem terribly dangerous, but it was a good idea to stay calm and keep things controlled.

The Narrow Path

"... you mean like a bag of holding? Just a book?" Stride's face was unamused as he pulled out a small bag from his bigger bag. "Oi, Toby, think of somethin' good. Hell, think of something silly, I can make it work. Just make it unique."

The Narrow Path

"... so just a basic fire spell? I'm disappointed," Stride says as he reaches into his knapsack and pulls out a small red book, no bigger than the palm of your hand. "That's what you're talkin' about, and it works. Now gimme something harder."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Kendall Banks

Old Picture

Name: Kendall Banks
Alias: Mastar
Age: 14
Alignment: Anti-Hero
Loyalty: Independent, but desires greatly to join the PRT.
Appearance: Standing at a shorter 4'6" with a lithe frame and longer legs, Kendall is more or less just your average looking girl. There's nothing particularly unique and interesting about her aside from her odd apparel choices, which always consists of a long sleeved top and bottom in some form or another. Her hair is an interesting pinkish-orange, which is interesting considering how it feels completely natural and is treated natural by the majority of hair stylists and doctors. Her eye is a darkened green color, and her face is coated in freckles following the standard redhead genetics.

In action, her outfit takes on a more sleek approach as she uses her abilities to alter her form, fitting it into a skin-tight crimson one-piece. Her hair converts from it's normal salmon color into a heavily shaded color, the right side of her face completely overtaken by mask made out of the exact same tar Kendall is composed of. Alongside this change are crimson boots and an altered pigmentation of her eye, very likely due to her tar dipping into the color of her iris and darkening it to a charcoal color. On top of all of this, Kendall's body contorts into a much more sexualized form, increasing the thickness of her to at least four 'c's and morphing her vocal cords to make her voice around half-an-octave lower.

History:

Convenience

An uninteresting life for an uninteresting girl, Kendall's family was always bordering on the middle class of the economy. Despite that, her parents managed to get through with their little girl as easily as they could, even if they worked long hours into the night from the break of dawn, hardly with days off. It was all in an effort to keep their family fine and their little girl happy and content, which she was quite often. She didn't have a lot of time to spend with them, but she was taught early on to take care of herself in her house while her parents were away.

On her 14th birthday, however, things were a bit different in her house. That was a school day for her, but she had recently come down with a case of the flu. As a sort of early birthday present, Kendall's parents said she could stay home from school in order to recover while her parents took the later half of the day off so she could spend the rest of the day with them. They both still had to work, unfortunately, because they had recently spent their days off concerning themselves with the situation of their daughter, but they promised to return to Kendall as fast as they could.

What follows below is a retelling of that day.

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Afflicted with a fever of near 103 degrees Fahrenheit, Kendall sat within the confines of her bed, shivering away at the seemingly cold air around her. Her body was expelling the heat from it at a pace she couldn't comprehend, and she was absolutely swamped for that day. She waited for the medicine to take effect, though she felt her body continue to get worse and worse as she waited, but the medicine was taken in a terrible way. She had nothing to use as fuel for the medicine, and she had taken the entirety of the substances in a short time span. Every minute that passed was another minute that made her stomach squirm and churn, the acidic bile from within bubbling up and singeing the bottom of her esophagus. She felt like a demon was inside her and it needed to be expelled from within, no matter what cost.

Slugging her way to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for support, Kendall proceeded to kneel over the bathtub and simply rest on it before she felt something within her char the bottom of her esophagus before rocketing out of Kendalls throat into the bathtub. At first, it was the standard color of vomit, but as time continued, it slowly grew more and more into a pool. As the concern of Kendall rose at how much she was throwing up, the more she missed her parents and wanted them there. At that point, she noticed the pool of bile begin to blacken, and not before long, it was the color of solid ink. Kendall felt the absence of a leg as she looked down, noticing the incredibly small pool of tar below her knee where her leg was supposed to be. Wiping the tarry substance from her mouth and chin, the girl realized she needed to call someone, anyone, before she curled up in a pool of what she was throwing up and died. She had lost her leg, she didn't need to lose anything else in this tar.

Crawling through the bathroom and halls of her apartment, Kendall managed to make it to the one phone in the house before calling 911 and having an ambulance come rushing to her apartment complex, taking account of the gallons of bile, tar, and other fluids as they shipped her to the nearest hospital they could, identifying the girl in critical condition due to the loss of her entire left leg and her right hand.

It was a miracle she even survived the ordeal, given the situation.

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A PRT Official came quickly to the hospital to assess the girl in her situation, noticing the tarlike substance that formed around her stunted waist and wrist as it regrew back into the shape of the respective body parts that once existed. Contact with Kendall's parents were made as they were informed of their child's new physician and doctor, instructed to be the only one who treats Kendall under most circumstances.

Since that day, Kendall's found ways to explore her power while still acting as an independent hero. She's currently afraid of going to the PRT with an offer to join the Wards as she's currently still trying to find herself and Mastar, but she does hope that one day she's able to join up with their ranks and be that much closer to her personal heroes.

Personality

Motivations: Fortune and Glory, friend. Fortune and Glory.
Sexuality: Bicurious
Likes:

• Water
• Baths
• Showers
• Hugs
• Blue Colors
• Painting

Dislikes:

• Controlling Animals
• Smoking
• Red Meat
• Fire
• Bedtimes
• Hospitals

Derangement: Much like tar, Kendall is very quick to become attached to people and will fight to the absolute end in order to remain being attached with those people, even to the point where she will arrest control of an individual trying to remove her from the situation she is in to rid them of involvement. She's also frequently thirsty, and downs water bottles incredibly fast pretty often. Lastly, she has been known to vomit tar for no real reason, which is... odd, but she's managed to keep it down under lock so nobody notices her secret.

Oh, and she may be a bit schizophrenic, hearing Mastar's voice in her head as it tries to play into her actions.

Parahumanism

Skills: Cooking, drinking bottles of water, painting, playing video games, cleaning for non-combat skills. As for combat, Kendall knows a bit of fistfighting in addition to being able to hold and fire a gun (not accurately, however).
Classification: Breaker / Master / Changer (Sub-Mover and Shaker)
Details: Kendall is able to completely transform her body into a tar and manipulate it to her wishes. The tar that makes up Kendall's body is unique, allowing her the ability to mind control organisms through a psychic link if enough of the substance is ingested into the individual's body, and possesses a regenerative quality to it that allows it to reform into matching Kendall's non-tar mass over time, with a small supply of sirplus tar contained within unknown areas, likely in a barrel somewhere. The tar is hydrophobic, and it can allow for Kendall to alter her physical form in order to create disguises or illusions, or possibly because she desires to just change how she looks.
Limitations: Kendall cannot absorb tar that is not specific to her power, and she cannot create more tar without causing significant harm to her physical body by means of amputation, which if done properly, results in more tar stored for Kendall to have access to should she care to change her form. Additionally, she can only manipulate her form to fit within the physical limits of her mass unless she has more tar on hand to work with.

The tar that Kendall controls is regenerative after a specific point, in which enough of Kendall's mass has been separated from her form and cannot be retrieved, or significant damage has been done to Kendall's body. The regeneration is at a fixed rate of a pound per minute, and the minimum separation weight for initiation is 20 pounds. As the tar regenerates, all other tar away from Kendall's body reverts to a docile state where it can be re-obtained by people who are not Kendall and stored for later use, but if it comes into contact with Kendall it will just be re-assimilated into her form. Additionally, if Kendall does not match her human mass in tar after thirty minutes, the regeneration process with automatically initiate.

As for her Master limits, Kendall can only give simple commands to those she is controlling, and the duration of the control matters with how much tar the person has consumed. Normally, anything less than a cup would have very little effect, only stretching to a minor and short headache, but anything above a cup results in the individual being controlled for at least thirty seconds. The more tar someone drinks, the longer the duration is. There are no real limits to range and or people afflicted, as the tar can be ingested by dozens and it would all have the same effect, however the duration for affliction is shortened greatly after more than 4 people controlled at once. When the effects ware off on the individual, they will violently regurgitate the tar that they have consumed. The regurgitated tar must make contact with more tar, including untainted and unregurgitated tar or Kendall's body, before it has Master properties again.
Equipment: Protectorate Headpiece for Contacting Decoy, and the Mastar outfit stored god-knows-where.

The Narrow Path

"... really?" Stride bluntly says as he closes the tome. "Of all the damn spells I could use, you say something like a fuckin'... what the hell even is a flamethrower?" Judging from Stride's voice, you can clearly tell he has no idea what a flamethrower even is.

The War of the Three: Exodus

@Floodtalon@Silvan Haven@Sho Minazuki

Raising her arms into the air, a wall of hardened light materialized as multiple scorpions found their bodies split cleanly in two, viscera falling onto the platform on which she stood. Any other scorpions found themselves sliding behind the duo of Holy Beings as they continued through the Ravine. A few of the scorpions landed on the platform, but found themselves charred as Amaterasu's hand rose and smote them with one flick of her finger.

"Castellum, this was a good plan," Amaterasu complimented the man as she kept the roof over the duo's heads. She really didn't feel anything for the man, but she did have to compliment good work when it was present. It was always nice to see such a deed prove successful in the Nexus. "It seems we are approaching the Oasis with good speed and energy."

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@Floodtalon

Bonesword watched as he rushed towards the Oasis, the scorpions around him swarming him and Charlie quickly. How annoying it was to be surrounded by all the scorpions, especially considering the entire situation at hand already being quite difficult to handle with all the soldiers around.

Taking a quick check of his equipment, Bonesword noted his shield beginning to recharge as he performed a strong movement with his hand to the side, causing sharp blades of grass and foliage to erupt from the side of Charlie, just barely off of the ground. As Bonesword and Charlie proceeded into the Oasis, the scorpions chasing the duo would be chopped clean in half by the razor-sharp defenses created seconds prior. Though, a few did climb on, but they found themselves skewered by the skeleton's Cybersword and with the Shooting Star Shield taking effect, blasting their bodies into viscera. Gross, but effective.

Moving into the Oasis, Bonesword checked his surroundings before making the executive decision that he could adjust the fire of the Vulcan Yew onto a different target. After first adjusting the aim to remove any lingering scorpions, tearing their bodies into cheese, Bonesword aimed the miniguns at the hydra ahead as he toggled the fire to off. Bonesword didn't want to aggravate the monster just yet, instead opting for someone else to start the attack before he swooped in and began to unleash the guns onto the massive beast. Thankfully, the champions of Hell had distracted a good number of heads, but just to be safe in hopes that Bonesword didn't die this quick, he'd only attack when he could guarantee that he could take a hit.

For now, he moved forward towards the beast. He was still a fair distance away, but the distance was a blessing as it allowed for Bonesword to analyze if there was a path he could take to avoid the damned thing. As if he was gonna die to a field element.

One Piece: New Horizons!

On Course through Reverse Mountain!

"Aye-aye, Cap'n Boone!" Bonesword said as he sprouted a large tree in one of his designated spots so Kite had material to work with pre-emptively. The problem with moving the ship through Reverse Mountain was that the entire pass was jagged and risky, so having Bonesword multimanage a bunch of things at once was a bit of a tricky dick to deal with, but honestly he'd been through a bit worse.

"Someone get the milk ready, because I might need it halfway through," Bonesword called as he placed his hand on the deck of the ship, thick vines shooting out of the sides of the ship like wildfire. Each one returned into the ship's hull quickly after, creating a barrier between the rocky walls of the path the crew was taking and the hull of the ship. If the ship went down... they all went down.

Bonesword remained in the middle of the ship with his sword on his back and his hand on the deck, focusing on keeping the ship stable as the ship crept through Reverse Mountain. Worst-case-scenario, Bonesword fell in and died.

That... that was a very unpleasant thought, actually.

Bonesword shook his head as he just kept trucking, hoping that he'd be alright where he stood.

The Narrow Path

The lady gives an annoyed look at Stride as you walk outside the shop, Stride carrying his things along with him after leaving a tip. Whether he did it out of guilt or to be a sarcastic asshole, it's uncertain. It was a pretty good tip, nonetheless.

"He'll be done with it soon, just hold on fer a bit," He says as he begins scrawling in one of the tomes. "Oi, gimme a spell idea."