Gentlemanvaultboy

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ann was finally feeling some relief from this strange episode. Owlman was standing up for himself, which satisfied Ann who still believed him to be a victim to mankind. The Owlman signaled for the woman to stop and that same gesture, Ann figured, was offered for Ann to remain calm and probably a way of saying "Don't worry" but she wasn't sure. The Owlman then flipped through his book, unchanged by the whole episode and now ignoring that woman for the time being. He settled on something that Ann really didn't know how to decipher it at first. "Be seen and experienced. Familiarity is the greatest enemy of fear..." Ann squinted, mouth agate, at the card as she tried to think. An Owl being praised by people. Well obviously the Owlman was the Owl so that meant he was trying to tell Ann that he was okay with this sort of thing? All the gawking, laughing, and touching was something he did to receive praise? But Ann didn't see people praising the Owlman. Between two girls laughing and taking photos and a overly obsessed fan, she saw hardly a spec of respect being given to Owlman. She was about to inquire, possibly even challenge the motto, if she had understood what was said before the white-haired woman chimed in again. Only this time her hair was changing. The woman proclaimed a whole story and explanation on something she could do. Ann could only speculate as her only clue was the woman's arm being severed and her reattaching casually as if it were like a watch. Ann wasn't a stranger to blood and gore. Ariadne made a mess of others and herself whenever she switched with Ann, but Ann didn't want to witness whatever she was offering, fearing the worst. "No thanks..." Ann's voice was barely that above a whisper as slipped away from her seat and backed up a bit. Ariadne was so close to Ann, that saner twin feared that they might bump into each other and cause a mess. "I don't want it." Whatever it was.

@Pirouette

The Owlman stood up as well. This person was obviously having a negative effect on Casper. Maybe he was just picking up on her vibes, but he was actually starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was just knowing that this person had powers that he didn't know the extent of, which was sort of like being near a stranger you know is armed. Whatever the case he really didn't have the time nor the desire to see whatever trick she had right now. He shook his head at her, but still reached into the opposite side of his jacket from where he'd pulled his book. What he laid on the grass near the woman was a professional looking white card, reading: Contact The Owlman at: WWW.Humanstateofmind.com He hoped it wasn't something rude, but he mimed tapping on a wristwatch and shook his head to her. He then pointed to the card and shrugged. That was the best he could do on short notice. After all, she hadn't done anything threatening yet, she was just strange. Then he turned back to Casper and rolled his hand over toward the path in a "shall we go?" sort of gesture before carefully scooping his cane up off the grass and hanging it from the crook of his arm. He didn't really need a cane, couldn't use one at all, but it completed the look.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Just a heads up, The Owlmans real name isn't exactly common knowledge. He's marketed himself exclusivity as the Owlman. I haven't had a chance to talk about it yet because I was saving it for whenever I started talking about his website but part of what he talks about is, if you're unsatisfied with your life before, looking at your transformation as an opportunity to remake yourself into a better person and leave your old identity behind. There are people who would know it, but not anybody in the general public. Like, I think it's pretty reasonable that Jaden would know but this random woman knowing would set off warning bells to him, especially since he already thinks someone might be after Ann. You can change that if you want.

The Blue Moon Tavern

"Dogs like me." Said Drubbins happily at the snake bloke. He had no idea what Da Boss would want a dog returned to someone, but that was normal. Da Boss asks you to punch down a building you don't ask what's inside. Da Boss wants every slime in the area gathered up and shoved behind the same door, you don't ask why. Da Boss asks you to chop off your hand and let your blood spill into the stone circle, you ask "how much blood would ya like, Boss?" He was also happy to have someone to come with him. Most Bosses didn't trust Drubbins to handle anything more complex than krumping a bloke on his own, and most of them at least sent someone to make sure he'd Krumped the right bloke. He thumped his chest, threw the rest of the pancakes directly into his mouth, and garbled "You point me at dat Peanut and dat 'ouse and I'll do da rest."

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Owlman's next question hit Ann a bit hard. Her smile and good manner faded as she looked away. What was the answer to where she was from? Some lab in Arizona? She couldn't remember anything before that so what else could she say? And it was probably best she kept that part of her life a secret so she turned to lie about her answer, something about living somewhere in LA. But she would never get the chance as someone came over, really enthused to meet Owlman. A woman, judging by her voice, and she had some short, messy white hair. Ann couldn't put her finger on it, but something about this woman felt odd. Ariadne must have, too, because Ann could she her now standing in the corner of her eye. It wasn't until she saw that obsessed look in the woman's eyes, that Ann had some type of confirmation on her suspicion. It was a sort of hungry look, as the woman circled like a predatory bird, and it was a tell that Ann could not mistake. A man had once given Ann that look, drunk and hungry, but he wasn't looking to fill his belly. He wasn't expecting Ariadne that night. Needless to say, Ann was uncomfortable with this whole sort of showing. It was surprising to see the Owlman so composed. Ann was watching him with apprehension. Owlman's nod did not provide Ann any reassurance that this was to be considered normal. Next came the touching. Ann visibly recoiled as if she couldn't believe that she was watching this. Then the woman finally focused her attention to Ann. It was eerie being in the woman's gaze. It felt like she was trying to search inside Ann.. for something. The woman kept staring, even as she got onto her knees and continued stroking the feathers of the Owlman. Finally, Ann had enough. "H-hey!" She spoken up, her confidence and voice barely above a speaking voice. "I-I don't think you should be..." She wavered a bit but then remembered why she was here, next to the Owlman in the first place. "You shouldn't be touching him like that!"

@Pirouette

Oddity after oddity today. Normally it was two or three quick strokes or pats, not some sort of sustained petting session. He had met people like this before, and Casper's obvious discomfort only strengthened the feeling that this woman might be some kind of pervert. He held up a hand, carefully pushing the woman hand away with the bottom of his palm and shaking his head firmly that that was enough. Familiarity was all well and good, but you had to have at least some dignity. Enough, at least, not to be stroked like a dog. Settling that, he turned his attention back to Casper and held up that same hand palm out to let her know it was okay. He flipped open his book again. turning past the sections for greetings, questions, and requests, to settle on the section for advice. A section filled with things he thought worked for people like him. The new card was a picture of an owl surrounded by people, sun shining brightly in the sky. This owl was saying:

Be seen and experienced. Familiarity is the greatest enemy of fear. -The Owlman

No "(Superhero)." This wasn't him speaking as a crime fighter. Just another human being, like them. He waited for her to read it then brought up his talon and tapped himself twice on the chest, tilting his head quizzically as though asking if she understood.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Drubbins trundled up to the job board, holding one platter of pancakes in his hand and just picking them up and plopping them, whole, in his mouth. It was right nice of that bloke to clear up that confusion and but him all these pancakes. He liked that bloke. While he'd been eating, though, it looked like one of the bosses underlings had put some real jobs up on that board. He reached over and ripped one down, then held it up over his head. This had worked before, so he called out. "OI! Who 'ere can read?"

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

At the park, Jade was elated, as she caught a glimpse of the ellusive(for her any way) Owlman, talking to another Meta, if Jade's sense's were correct. She quickly walked over with the silent grace of a hunter, clearing her throat softly as she aporoached. "Hello, my Name's Jade Baxter, and I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. I've meta's other like you, stuck in a form thet find monstrous and they find themselves lost in their own self pity and depression. But you take pride in your form, accepting and making the best of it, servong as a symbo.for others like you. I mean it when I say it's a pleadure to meet you." As Jade spoke she circled the Owl meta, looking at him in wonder. "Woukd you mind if I were to. . .?" Her hand creeped closer, her intentions obvious in her eyes.

@Letter Bee

This was really strange, and would normally be very welcome. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to meet a fan. Even rarer that he'd meet one in real life and not over the internet. Rarer still that the fan looked like this. It sent a little shot of electricity down his spine, like it always did, to hear that his antics really were helping people, and at any other time he would have inquired with great interest, but right now... He rotated his head to look back at Casper for just a moment. He was, at this moment, in the middle of something important. He wouldn't be able to ask right now. He did, however, incline his head so she could feel it. This was actually something that was fairly common among the people brave enough to come up talk to him, and unless he was in a hurry it always paid to let them do it. Just one more layer of familiarity with his form.

The Blue Moon Tavern

I finally caught up to the IC, 100 posts later. I'll figure out a way to insert my char in somewhere. @Gentlemanvaultboy - lemme know if you're up for Drubbins and Saha the snakelady going out to find some dogs. Otherwise it's cool, I'll see about tagging along some-team else.

@Fillet

Yeah. I'm alright having a dog catching partner.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

He watched silently as she read the small card. No matter what his intent his eyes were those of a apex predator, and eyes like that didn't miss much. Every detail they took in was one more advantage over the thing in front of them. Like most every other power he'd gained it wasn't something that could just be turned off. So he saw, and he saw many things. The rips in her clothes and the grease in her hair. The pallor of her skin and the bags under her eyes. The slight surprise as her eyes swept across the word (Superhero) and the child-like joy as the whole concept of the book hit her. He bowed slightly, tipping his very real hat at her greeting. Casper. An assumed name, judging by the way she had hesitated. He wouldn't have inquired even if he could, god knows she probably had a better reason than him for keeping her name a secret. A young girl, looking like she did, going by an assumed name? There were only a few scenarios that that information called to mind and none of them were good. Was this girl in some sort of trouble? He considered inviting her back to the Council building, and then seeing where they could go from there with regards to getting her some help, but he dismissed this quickly. If she was being pursued an invitation like that might just scare her off. That was something you had to build to. Besides, he didn't even know if she was in trouble. His first order of business should be getting her to open up. The only thing was deciding which questions to ask, but that was pretty obvious. He liked to think, more for his distinctive profile than anything, that he was pretty well known in L.A. This girl hadn't known he was a superhero when she sat down, which meant that she was probably from out of town. The first question, then, should be... He took his book back into the palm of his hand and flipped through to the section right after greetings. The card he held up this time had another incredibly realistic depiction of an owl, except this one was holding a bindle over its shoulder. This owl was saying:

Where are you from? -The Owlman (Superhero)

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Hey Pirouette, what's the state of your characters clothing? Do they look as though they haven't been washed for a few days? She looking haggard at all?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

That name is a perfect. It is the Whataburger of coffee shops.