Gentlemanvaultboy

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Oh, how do you explain the problums with that without being able to communicate? Truth be told he had commissioned a device to translate his thoughts into spoken word, which would allow him to communicate normally, but the tech boys had run into a little problum with his head.

The way it had been explained to him, his head hadn't been the only thing to change when he became an owl. He still had a human brain, but it was now sitting as the core of a larger owl brain that took up a lot of the meatspace in his head. In a way it had saved his life when he'd run off into the woods. The owl layer of his brain was what allowed him to bare the isolation without going insane, allowed him to process the details of his new sense of sight and hearing, and allowed him to eat raw meat without retching. However, whenever his brain issued a command it started in the human core before being translated into owl for the owl layer to comprehend and then shooting off to the rest of the body as some sort of weird man/owl hybrid signal. Which was fine for moving his arms and legs, and okay for thinking because he understood his own thoughts, but was really weird to hear out loud. Max had once told him that it was like he was thinking in a completely different language, one that was unique to him. Max had eventually figured it out, but it had taken the better part of a year and even now he was nowhere near fluent and still relied mostly on interpreting feelings and simple concepts. It was alot for a machine. They were making progress from his weekly visits, compiling a full dictionary for the translator to work off of, but it was slow going.

But he literally wasn't capable on conveying all that to Light, so he shrugged his shoulders and flipped to a page in his phrasebook. This one had an owl on it, but its head was turned all way round. Above this one were the words:

It's A Weird Owl Thing.

@Archmage MC

The Blue Moon Tavern

"'Ello boys!" He said excitedly, looking around at the thronging mass of dog that now surrounded them. He tried not to step on one as they we've in and out around his legs. "Dat's never 'appened befor."

While Saha tried calling out for Peanut Drubbins cut out the middle man and just started picking up yellow dogs, which he laid across his shoulders like furs. For the most part they'd just sit there panting a bit before getting up and jumping back down, but a few seemed content to just hang out up there.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

@Archmage MC

The Owlman turned to see Light. The woman had actually been a bit of an inspiration to him bqck when he was first starting out. Her appearance was uncanny and sort of uncomfortable to see in real life, but she'd made it work for her.

He reached up and tipped hie hat before fishing out his handy dandy phrase book to wish her good morning.

One-Piece: A New Legend [Help Me Not Make This Dead]

"New Straw Hats? What are you..." Remy started, before getting a look at who'd come up to him. On their feet. Not on the ground. Not changing colors. Not foaming at the mouth.

That had never happened before.

He looked over at the other guy who'd eaten what he cooked, still there on the ground, before looking back at Bristlebane. He must have dumped it. He'd had that happen before, people dumping it and then giving him compliments. They were just trying to be polite, but that didn't do anything to help him grow as a chef. Still, he'd decided a long time ago that he wouldn't hold it against anyone that decided to throw his food away.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "New Straw Hats? Do you have any idea what's going on?"

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Want Light to bump into owlman, or do you want Owlman to bump into Light?

@Archmage MC

I don't know where Light is, so bump into me.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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It works... I guess... Just be very careful with day skips. Talk to the GMs or something if your doing one. Everyone can sorta handle it, what with a few people going across the world and all, but yeah, careful with 'em, just so we don't have time hiccups. :P.

@Archmage MC

I just figured if a GM starts a new day that's sort of a signal to find a way to wrap up what you're doing now in a little bow and finish it on the new day.

Was I mistaken in this case?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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I was wondering about that myself. Jackson Cer and Nate are still in the lobby.

@Subject Zero

Actually they seem to be in a pretty good spot to jump cut to tomarrow morning. Like, you'd have the camera focus in on Jacks face after Cer gives him that dressing down then cut to credits before the next episode opens with him dealing with her ultimatum.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

I just advanced to the new day, but left yesterday vague enough that I can flash back to it.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

He'd tried to ask for more details about what they'd be up against when they went to steal a baby from the underground, but Cedric was already on his phone and if he heard them he didn't deign to answer. He supposed that meant the meeting was over, so he got up from his console and walked out without a sound. It might just be just be bitterness trying to take hold again but sometimes The Owlman really thought that he'd only been called up here to round out the numbers. The L.A. office was noticeably short staffed, regardless of the larger than average number of Meta that lived here, and he was pretty high profile. It really didn't matter though. If all he was expected to do was sit at the big table and look handsome, well, that suited him just fine. Let the others handle the decision making. He'd pose for photos with the rest of them and that would be enough. Show that even people like him could rise up to esteemed positions.

It might be just for show, but that was him all over wasn't it?

It was getting pretty late in the day. He would go check back up with Casper, then if nothing urgent came up it was time for bed...

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The Owlman, despite himself, was not a night owl. He'd spent a significant portion of his life avoiding the sun, and it had sucked. Early to bed, early to rise, makes an owl healthy, wealthy, and wise. He opened his large eyes as the morning sun poured through his window and took in the sight of his room.

Beige walls, beige carpets. One large window overlooking the area in front of HQ. There was a series of shelves along one wall upon which rested a ton of memorability, mostly owl related, from what could only be called fans. Stuffed owls, ceramic owls, glass owls, paper owls, one owl that sang when you pressed a button on its base, a perfect replica of that clockwork owl from Clash of the Titans. That one was from a guy in Houston that had six arms and three faces, a construction worker who fought crime under the name Ravana. He'd made the thing himself as a thank you gift for The Owlman after he'd encouraged the big lunk to reconnect with an old girlfriend. He'd sent the owl after she agreed to marry him. Years ago he couldn't stand the sight of an owl. Funny how things shake out.

In front of him, taking up most of the space on the far wall, was a large entertainment system. A huge flat screen television dominated the scene, while under it and off to the side were shelves housing speakers, a DVD player, and a huge library of movies. Viably mostly fantasy and romance, but there were a few cupboards dedicated to horror movies. Horror, specifically monster movies, made up the vast majority of his collection but he wasn't about to broadcast that fact. People might start looking at him funny.

He felt around at the base of his chair and pulled the lever that brought it back into an upright position. He didn't have a bed. He'd found trying to lie in one with nails like his just ruined them, but sleeping in a recliner he could lay both his arms over the side. He picked himself up and got a stumbled over to the quiet corner of the room, beside the bathroom door, containing his computer. He booted it up and checked his messages. A few from monstrous Metas he'd been in contact with. There was a girl in Florida whose body, excepting her bones, had changed to the color and consistency of ballistic jell. She was finally going to apply for that modeling job, to which he wished her the best. There was a guy in North Carolina who had grown something like an organic jet pack. Smelt absolutely terrible every time he flew, but he'd included a picture of a new wing suit he was going to be testing out. Finally there was something in New York, a blob of what could only be described as living booger that a few kids had been secretly sheltering in their basement. They'd contacted him for advice based on his website, and he'd responded by contacting a reformist investigation team lie the one that had found him. After determining that the booger wasn't aggressive they'd given it its own space where the children could visit it. From the daily updates it sounded as though it was slowly coming out of its shell, even trying to communicate.

He was a little disappointed that the strange woman from the park yesterday hadn't contacted him, but it wasn't any wonder with how he'd blown her off.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and the voice of Max came though. "You decent, man? It's getting up time, come on."

The Owlman looked down at himself. Feathers covered his torso, and his legs were stuffed into large sweatpants. He could pull on pants like this just fine. He'd learned, very carefully, to take off his suit. But putting on that suit himself? That just wasn't possible yet. He pressed down on the handle of the door, opening it up for Max who stood there holding a perfectly cleaned suit and smarty shined shoes. "Come on buddy, we don't have all day to get you looking sharp."

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It was the shoes that were the most embarrassing, he thought as he walked thorough the building to the cafeteria. The laces, specifically. He couldn't tie them and he couldn't risk them becoming untied while he was in the field. So he wore zips ups. The laces were fake, pinned on to add an air of respectability. More than anything he hated the thought of someone finding that out.

Now, though, he needed to eat. He needed breakfast. He needed bacon, a lot of bacon, if he were going to seize the day. Bacon he would be carrying back to his room, because him eating was really gross and predatory and he really, really, didn't like people seeing him do it.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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The HQ's meeting room, but some time has passed since then, so he may have moved.

@Gentlemanvaultboy, sorry for ending the meeting early!

@Letter Bee

It's okay. The problem now is that I know what he'd do after, which was check up on Ann to make sure she's okay and been directed to an abuse shelter or whatever it is she needs. I can't exactly handle that until Pirouette posts, and it's a brand new morning now so it would have happened in the past regardless.

Maybe he's in his room? Or taking a walk? I'm unsure of his mental state, so am unsure of where he'd be.