Gentlemanvaultboy

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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Oh. I didn't know it had all that.

@Pirouette

Yeah, they're stupidly good. Joining up officially actually results in a downgrade of housing quality.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

question: what are the rooms at the reformists' base like? what's in them? would there be any food to give to a hungry dog?

@c3p-0h

Normal rooms I imagine are just apartments, but guests rooms where you put people who need a safe place are described as such:

"Private Shelter 4 was actually closer to a luxury suite rather than a shelter, said luxury being made possible thanks to the hard work of metahumans who had fled persecution, mostly elementalists and craftsmen and gadgeteers. It contained a fully stocked fridge, a tv and computer and various game consoles, a jacuzzi, a bathroom, and a warm bed, as well as a small garden outside; the International Heroes HQ had many gardens created by Plantmaster of StuCorp himself."

I imagine you can just call to get steak.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Jake understood the girls reluctance to talk to cops. He didn't like them either. They were always so mad. Chasing after him like morons. Slow morons. He dropped back down to the floor and started heading towards the door. The girl had asked to go to her room and Jake had already decided to go with her, not even bothering to wait for anyones permission. A lot of what Jake did these days was purely instinctive. He didn't put much thought into anything. He just followed his gut. And his gut was always hungry. He figured this room the girl was talking about may have had food in it. Or at least it had a better chance of having food than this place did...Unless the doctors were edible. He gave one a quick glance as he passed and decided they probably wouldn't taste very good anyway. And they had saved his ass.

He turned his head to look back at the others and stopped on the girl. She was obviously scared and Jake felt for her. He decided that at least for the time being, he'd stay by her side. At least until she wasn't afraid anymore. He turned his eyes towards prettyboy and asked him "Well, are you guys coming or not?"

@Subject Zero

"Willow Points." Max said, committing it to memory. "Right, if you find there's anything you've forgotten from your apartment we can send someone down there to pick it up. Just give me a list. Right this way, please. Damien, I'll catch you later. I have tons of paperwork to fill out after this." He gave Damien and wave and lead Aya past Jake, turning to look at the dog as he did so and giving him a nod. "You need anything, just send me a thought and I'll see what I can do. The cafeteria is always open, complimentary to guests, and if you like we can have food delivered. You should find a map of the building in your room, showing all the places you're allowed to go in this building. The floor you're staying on is a little elfy right now, truth be told we've never been as packed as this so there's nothing I can do about that. Just try your best to ignore them, it's what I do..."

A Maxwell lead the girl and the dog away, giving his little tour guide speech the rush started to arrive. Spore covered reformists and police where wheeled into the room through the emergency entrance, gently carted onto beds. Among them, sleeping deeply as his bones mended, was the Owlman.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Yo.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Aya gave a little jump when the dog popped up onto her bed, but then he looked at her with those eyes and she couldn't help but smile.

"Hi handsome," she murmured as she scratched behind his ear with her left hand. She was a sucker for dogs. Aya looked back up at Max as he continued talking. "Thanks, but I really don't think the FBI will be necessary," she replied. The idea of starting a whole new life didn't appeal to her. All she really needed to do was get away from this Meta war craziness. Moving in with her mom in Japan was absolutely out of the question, and there was nothing left for her in Hawaii, but she'd figure something out. And then there were the issues of her schooling and work…

She supposed staying here for a few days to get things sorted out really was the best option.

"As for Sebastian…" Her fingers stilled in the dog's fur as she replayed the events in her head. "I watched him murder two people, and turn their daughter into a killer just like him… her name's Cassandra. She can generate electricity and shock you with it, and now I guess she's with him. Her stepdad was my landlord. I followed Sebastian to the New Sun building and watched him make that deal with that woman, Isabella, and the doctor controlling the dragons, and I called the police… but Sebastian came back and saw me." Closing her eyes, Aya leaned her head back against the wall and sighed. "Then this happened," she said, holding up her right hand.

"But then I had him and I let him go. And now he's going to kill who knows how many." It wasn't even like she'd done it on accident, or Sebastian had gotten the upper hand. "I was the one in control and I made the decision and now…" Now whenever Sebastian killed or tortured or manipulated, it'd be her fault. "Sorry," she finished lamely.

@Gentlemanvaultboy
@Subject Zero

@c3p-0h

"He speaks English, dude. He can understand you just fine. He just can't talk." Max says to Damien. He made a mental note to go see the tech geeks about that. Jake didn't have the Owlman's problem, there was no man to bird translation issues when it came to his brain. Jake thought human like it was native. They could whip him up some kind of translating collar.

But that was later. Right now, there was the sad business. He walked up to Aya and looked her in the eye. "Hey, you don't have anything to apologies for. Sebastien is Sebastien, everything he does is on him. You're not responsible for anything he does. Now I have to call the police about this murder. They're gonna want to come up and ask you some questions, but we can get them to hold off on that for a while if you don't feel up to it quite yet. Still, I need to know the name of your apartment."

Back on the Rails - A Multiverse RP

Only the bits it's physically able to smack into shape. It's range is 20 meters.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

"Better now," she lied. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she tried once again to push herself up, gritting her teeth against the pain. After what felt like an eternity, she was finally sitting, leaning against the wall. She looked down at her hands in her lap – both had deep purple bruises circling her wrists, but she saw now how angry and red her right hand looked, the color gradually fading higher up on her arm. After effects of Sebastian's poison, she supposed.

"I'm um… sorry about what happened at New Sun," she tried awkwardly. She'd heard the news about the New Sun building and the battle on her way here. It was the biggest news in the city, and impossible to miss. "If you… knew anyone there or…" She trailed off, uncertain. Glancing around at the floor around her bed, she continued, "Thank you for, y'know… helping me. I'll be ok."

Aya'd originally come here in a fit of desperation, traumatized from the torture, but now thinking about it with a clearer head… what had she been thinking? She had to make sure she never ran into Sebastian again, but to go to the Reformists? Aya'd managed to stay out of Meta politics for this long, and it looked like they were gearing up for an all-out war now. She'd told them what she'd needed to, and now it was time to escape this madness while she had the chance.

"…Where did my bag go?"

@Gentlemanvaultboy

@c3p-0h

Max looked down when she mentioned New Sun, but shook his head and started smiling again. "No, no, it's okay. He, uh, he can take care of himself. As for your bag, I had it brought to a room. I figured, since you brought it, you might be staying with us a few days. I don't care if you're meta or not, personally, but we want to at least make sure that Sebastien guy isn't going to be coming after you. Set you up with witness protection, if you want it. The boss has contacts in the FBI. That, and we were hoping you could give us a detailed description of exactly what happened between you and that blood freak."

Back on the Rails - A Multiverse RP

It's hard thinking up another Stand. Well, not hard, but I usually don't make them for protagonists. It's hard to get my mind out of "this would make a good gimmick for a Stand fight" and start considering broader abilities.

「Labor Days」
Destructive Power: C
Speed: B
Range: C
Durability: A
Precision: B
Development Potential: C

Labor days is a 3ft tall humanoid figure clad in armor that looks like it's made of intricately engraved stone. A long wild beard of black hair descends from its face concealing helmet and covers nearly its entire chest. It has no right hand, instead possessing a hammer that glows read hot at all times. Labor Days it able to, by repeatedly and quickly striking something metal with its hammer, "forge" it into any different shape using the same amount of material. It can not create complex machine with many moving parts. Additional metal objects can be added together to create objects of greater size.

If any amount of alcohol falls onto Labor Days beard it is absorbed and the Stand undergoes a metamorphosis. The majority of its armor falls away to reveal a wild, ape like figure. It's Power and Speed both increase to A, but its Range, Precision, Durability all tank to E. How long this state lasts is based upon the purity and amount of alcohol absorbed. Labor Days can not "forge" in this state.

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As for Macross, an extended war isn't exactly a lose state. The Zentradi enlisted take to culture like ducks to water once they get ahold of it and most of Earth gets glassed before the final battle anyway. Earth still wins so long as Breetai and his crew are judged as too contaminated by culture by their leadership and switch sides.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

He smiled when Jack gave his reasoning for diving headfirst into a fight he had nothing to do with. "Amen to that." He'd fistbump this dog it it were possible, and from the things that he was saying this was either a legit dog or a guy who really embraced being a dog. "Sorry, this is gonna sound like a stupid question but its one I have to ask, you are a dog right? Like, you're not a dude that turns into a dog, or had his brain implanted into a dog, or was turned into a dog? Because if you're a dog that went meta, that's Earth shattering. We would have to rewrite the book, man."

To the questions about Damien, he shrugged and looked at him. "Yooo Damien, he wants to know if you're alright. Tell me you at least have an concussion or something."

He looked up when he heard the yelp from Aya's bed. "Hey, welcome back. You feeling any better? Need anything? Sorry we haven't had that hand totally squared away yet, normally there's someone here that would have that cleared up quick but he's up at New Sun stabilizing people."

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

"Name's Jake" he thought at the prettyboy. "Got a story too but it ain't no more tragic than anyone elses. Just depressing". Yeah, he had a story, but he didn't know this guy. He wasn't going to give him his life story, Hell, he probably wouldn't do that even if he did know him. Instead, he turned his attention to the young girl in the next bed. "What's her story?" he asked prettyboy.

Truth be told, Jake had something of a soft spot in his heart for kids. This girl didn't quite look like she was a kid anymore but lying there in that bed, clearly been through the wringer...She looked pretty small. Jake tilted his head to the side, half in curiosity, half in sympathy for her.

@GentlemanVaultBoy

@Subject Zero

"Honestly not sure. S'far as she told me she had a close encounter with one of those sick headed underground bastards." He says, raising his voice just load enough for the defectors huddled over in their own space to hear him. He got more than a few dirty looks, but like he cared what they thought of him. He'd put more stock in Jake's opinion even if he were a regular stray. "She said he could boil your blood, and from the look of her hands I'm inclined to believe that. She just wandered in off the street, plopped down there. Figured she could use some rest before we start asking any questions."

"So, what's your beef with the underground?" Max asks, changing tracks. "According to my friend here you were tearing them up before you had to pull him out of the fire. Mine's that they hunt people for sport."