Lady Seraphina

Unlikely Heroes

dpickle

Patrick "Pat" Anderson

"I doubt they would be beating up a group for the hell of it.”

"Depends on if Josiah was in the group or not," Pat muttered to himself. Pat knew Josiah had good reason to be angry with them, but being chastised when he had done nothing but defend himself still rubbed him the wrong way. Pat found himself siding with Cal in their argument, despite the fact he still resented them for chasing after the thief in the first place. Speaking of which, they hadn't even gotten the card they fought so hard for. Not that there was a point now, their little shopping expedition was about as over as it could get.

A sudden slammed door drew Pat's attention to a teen in the doorway. Everyone was starred at each other stunned for a moment before the kid made a mad dash for safety in an alley. The kid could then be seen backing away slowly in apparent horror before turning around a running the opposite way in mad panic. Unfortunately for the kid, his chosen direction allowed him only a few steps before he ran right into Pat.

The kid managed to build up enough speed to knock Pat over with himself also falling and landing on top before falling to the side. It all happened to fast for Pat to really take in, he just suddenly found himself on the ground with a sore back and shoulders. This was the second time Pat had found himself on the ground this day, and Pat found himself with a sudden, overwhelming anger at the injustice of it all. Why did he have to get dragged into this mess of a street fight? Why did he, of all people, end up with a superpower after the bus accident? The flare up of his migraine when his head knocked the ground didn't help his mood either.

A scuffling sound caused Pat to look over. It was the brat scrambling to get to his feet, probably wanting to take off to who knows where again. "No you don't!" Pat called out angrily as he managed to grab the kid's angle. Pat felt the now familiar sensation of water flowing as the kid stiffened up in a sort of paralyzed state while the migraine surged into him. Pat felt his anger abate into more of a general grumpiness, using his power on some unsuspecting sod seemed to consistently brighten his mood a bit. Pat moved his sore body into more of a sitting position before finally letting go, causing the kid to collapse, groaning but still very conscious.

"I'm sure if there was something left that could go wrong today it would."

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Ryver et Rhine (Dear Karma)

Callie Wright

"Possibly. Anyway, you guys go ahead. I've enough excitement for one day and Vida looks like she needs some rest."

Honestly though, she was a little reluctant to leave matters as they were since there was a big sum in Sam’s card. Plus, she had a sneaking feeling the boy was probably hiding inside scared to death with no one left. Normally she would go and check, but right now she had someone else to care for. Her arms relaxed a little as Vida took another heaving sob. Tears formed in Cal’s eyes as she rubbed the other woman’s back with her injured hand. Her fatigued mind was oblivious to the patchy red stains dotting the hoodie. “Vida, you’re fine. Everyone is safe thanks to you and that man.”

She hugged Vida even tighter. Anger burned inside at the thought of the reckless man who almost got them into trouble. She certainly would never forgive him – hero or not. Killing another person was not the way to solve things. “We’ll head back once everyone is ready. Then I’ll make you my best hot chocolate. Would you like that?”

“What the hell did you guys do! I specifically said not to stir up trouble but look what you’ve done. After the men you face yesterday do you think experimenting on these hooligans out in the open is wise? I thought that you all wouldn’t need a chaperone to babysit you all while you went shopping but I don’t know anymore.”

“EXPERIMENTING? What in Jesus – Gods! People like you drive me up the wall,” she spat as her hand, which had been patting Vida’s back, clamped on the sobbing woman’s shoulder. Her nails dug into the groove between the shoulder and the upper arm. “We tried to do the right thing and get back the card you gave us. Surprise? We felt bad enough to put ourselves into this mess to save your money. THERE HAPPY?”

Her eyes blazed over once more. She didn't care what else was said. The only thing that was stuck in her mind was that Josiah was accusing them without bothering to find out the truth. “Urgh! I am too tired to deal with your silly accusations right now. Come Vida, let’s go.”

A door slammed against the wall eliciting several surprised gasps. There in the doorway stood the wide-eyed punk that pickpocketed Sam earlier. He gave a muffled squeak when he noticed several of them looking in his direction. In a blink of an eye, the frightened lad darted for safety, adroitly dodging anyone who wished to catch. The teen made a sharp right and all but disappeared from sight when a loud scream pierced the stunned silence he left in his wake. Anyone looking in that direction can see him backing pass the mouth of the alleyway. He mouthed dumbly as his finger pointed straight ahead.

“N-no NO WAY!” He screamed as he turned around and tried to run for it.

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BlessedWrath (Weaver)

Samantha Cole

Instinctively, the man in the suit took into consideration the Prisoner's Dilemma. Christian would be compelled to say any thing he could think of, if it would save his skin. He'd "interviewed" enough people to know that. The shudder when he heard his fingers through Sam's hair, the nervousness in his voice, the inability to provide a straightforward answer...they all combined to give their captor the answer he'd asked for. These two were no government agents; that was certain. But, then...that wasn't really why they were here.

"Ordinarily," he began, in response to Christian's question. "You'd be right. There's really no need to wait for you to come around, is there?."

He left Sam's side and began a lazy pace which circumnavigated the two chairs. His footsteps transformed from crinkling plastic to the double-click of leather on cement, indicating that he'd left the confines of the plastic sheeting. The smell of blood became a little stronger with every passing minute; something which might almost pass notice under present circumstances.

"But I never waste resources," he continued. "Mr. Walker believed you were a threat to my operations, but I see now that you're just a couple of frightened citizens who have been unceremoniously uprooted from their daily routines and transplanted into my world."

The sounds of the pipe came again, but they were different this time. It became apparent that he had decided he'd had enough of the pipe and secreted it away within his breast pocket again.

At that moment, Sam stirred in her chair. There was an undeniable 'plop' on the plastic beneath her chair as a drop of blood fell from her temple. She groaned at the prospect of having to face reality once again.

"Speaking of resources..."

"What the fu-"

"You're my guests," the man in the suit cut her off. "I will assume that your eyes function a little better than your counterpart. Go ahead and take a look around, for the little good it will do you."

Sam did as he suggested, though more out of instinct than instruction. They were held in an abandoned warehouse, most probably used for automotive parts distribution during one of the many recent booms in car sales. Her eyes immediately shifted between points of interest, though she could not have known why or for what purpose.

"Your friend has not been very informative." Mr. Suit continued, shifting his attention to the still-groggy Sam. He took a few steps so that he could come face-to-face with her. "Maybe you'll be more cooperative."

"Like hell." Sam retorted, her eyes slits.

Mr. Suit frowned and looked down his nose at her. He had buried lesser people. Still, there was that eerie calm about him which did not quite fit with the profile of a man who would order an abduction.

"When you hear what I have to say, you might reconsider your position."

Sam made her face as hard as she could. Considering the circumstances, the best she could do was the face of a teenager caught with a bottle of vodka. Still, she made it work.

"You hurt either one of us, in any way," she seethed. "I'll become the quietest person you have ever heard of."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't help people who hurt me."

"Well," Mr. Suit replied, wearing his most insolent smirk. "I don't remember telling you that I needed to hurt you."

He started forward, his stride still the same confident, evenly-spaced footfalls which had become his trademark. As he closed the distance, his right hand dove into his pocket. Sam could see the outline of a cell phone even before he laid his hand on it.

"No." Sam whispered. She struggled against the cuffs, without effect. "You can't. You don't know what you're doing!"

"Let's see," Mr. Suit grinned as he wrestled her hand open. "If Mr. Walker was telling the truth."

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Jenna Baxter

“Yes, yes that is true.” Jenna said nodding in response. She was still a bit concerned about Ester’s condition but compared to everything else that was going on, there were more concerning issues to worry about. The others were wanting to go back and she had to agree. Things have gotten out of hand compared to when they first started perusing the thief which led to injuries and causing others to disappear. The repressions that would follow once Wilson and Cameron heard of what happened was one thing she wasn’t looking forward to. Eight hundred dollars was nice sum of money and it was a shame that they would be leaving it behind but facing another person with a gun or who knows what else would be waiting for them but she knew it was one thing she wasn’t keen on facing.

“What the hell did you guys do!” A stern voice demanded as Josiah walked into the alleyway. “I specifically said not to stir up trouble but look what you’ve done. After the men you face yesterday do you think experimenting on these hooligans out in the open is wise? I thought that you all wouldn’t need a chaperone to babysit you all while you went shopping but I don’t know anymore.”

“Calm down Josiah. Can’t you see they’ve been through enough? You ought to listen to what they have to say before jumping at them for this. I doubt they would be beating up a group for the hell of it.” Although not filled with concerned induced anger such as Josiah, his concern for the situation at hand was present as he surveyed the scene.

“How did you find us so quickly?” Jenna asked with relief. Although a bit wary of the Reformers it was comforting to see someone she knew that would be able to handle a situation such as this.

Tapping his head before making his way towards the center of the group, Daniel responded. “Although I haven’t been able to pinpoint who was doing what, I knew something was going on when I sensed an extra surge of power coming from this vicinity. All we had to do is follow it to the source to find you all.”

“Do you think I should call Cameron? They could leak vital information about us.”

“Who would believe them Josiah?” Daniel said as he gave a pity glance towards JC. “Besides, the storm that Cameron would bring would be something I would rather avoid. Wilson can patch everyone up and we can leave things be.”

“You all have some explaining to do though. I’m not covering anyone’s ass until I know what happened.”

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Izkripp

Vida Curacio

The words the man on the ground said bit into her.

Monster. Monster... Monster.

She bit her lip holding back a whimper. She could feel that her body was trembling from the shock of her earlier actions. Everything about today was wrong, it was suppose to be a normal day. They were going to get supplies so that they could live and return. Why did everything have to turn out like this? Still the man's words echoes in her head. She already knew that she had been turned into a monster, maybe it had been for the best she had been social isolated.. maybe that was why she had this awful power.

“I don’t see why not. She’s scared and probably hurt. And stop calling her a monster… just stop. STOP!

She heard Cal defend her. She didn't actually know what to do at that point, so she reached up and pulled her hood down even more so that her face was completely hidden. She did not want anyone to see her face if she decided to cry. She was going to cry though, her hands hurt as the raw flesh touched the fabric and applied the pressure needed to pull on her hood. It was so painful. Then she felt the sudden pressure of Cal's arms around her. She wanted to push her away so that she couldn't hurt the woman.

“Don’t listen to him Vida. Just don’t. You’re none of you. You’re just you.”

Vida couldn't hold back her sobs anymore as she broke down in Cal's arms. Cal had managed to say one of the most important things to her. She wasn't a monster, she was just her. Just her. Just me. She couldn't stop herself from crying now that she had started. She really couldn't figure out why she was crying like she was. Was it because she was hurt or relieved? Was she scared to tears or beyond happy? All she knew was there was probably snot involved somewhere on her face.

The other two that were missing didn't register to her at the moment, she had mentally and physically had enough for now. She looked up at Pat tentatively. "I.. I would like t-to go back too." At least to the bus. She need some time to recover from what had happened. If these wounds were like the ones from last night she could heal quickly.

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dpickle

Patrick "Pat" Anderson

Pat wasn't sure what he was doing, but it seemed to be working. As soon as he had made contact with the man, his hand felt like water was dripping off of it. The man also started clutching his head he could assume he was experiencing a headache. Suddenly a bunch of pieces fell into place. The first few days after the bus accident he was causing people around him headaches as well, then it stopped for a few days and now it had started again. These different time divisions also happened to perfectly correlate with his migraines. At this point it was pretty obvious that the headache thing was his "power" and it was tied to his migraines. Figuring out that he could give other people headaches gave Pat a sort of weird, sadistic joy. As if there was some sort of karmatic justice in being able to get some benefit out of the migraines he'd suffered from for so long.

Leaving his unfortunate test subject behind, Pat got up and headed over to the girls with a bit of spring in his step. His mood was slightly damaged when he noticed Ester's injury and that Vida seemed to be a bit traumatized by the experience.

“Guys, can we get out of here? H-hey? Are the other two okay? I mean. They didn’t come with us…?”

Pat took a quick glance around and saw that Cal was correct, they were two men down. At this point it would be useless to worry about them, after all it was impossible that they were in a worse situation than they were just in.

"They probably ran off when the guns started firing. No point in trying to find them now, we'd just get lost. I say we try to get back to Wilson and the nice, safe, gloomy base. Unless, of course, you'd like to finish shopping first. Maybe with a tad less getting robbed this time."

Running from the World

So what's going on with my character?

@Teddiplier

She's fine, sorry I thought I'd said that.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

This why you don't strike him down.

He has become far more powerful than you can ever imagine.

@Sho Minazuki

This isn't even his final form.

Running from the World

I believe in about 3 or 4 days.

@Undine

Technically that's two, it's Saturday today. Well here anyways, I don't know what time zones you guys are in.

Running from the World

Alright everyone, I'm going to give anyone who has voiced interest in the roleplay till Monday to post a CS. After that we will be starting. If you enter something after that due date you may still be able to be factored into the main cast but it will not be in the same manor as most of the other characters.

Ventis I believe you had a power that needed acknowledgement.

Power: Animal Imitation :

Limitations

• May be limited to mimicking only the animals they have observed.
• Cannot transform into animals.
• May take on specific traits of an animal, such as wanting to find rotting things if impersonating a fly, or feeling territorial if impersonating lions.
• May be limited to mimicking one animal at a time or are limited on how long they can mimic animals.
• Some abilities may be compromised by size differences.
• May experience different weaknesses of animals, such as a dogs having to constantly hear ultrasound waves, or having an urge to play with a ball of yarn like a cat.

Other: has slight Animal Limb Generation but is only able to manifest gills or wings.

@Vetis

If you wouldn't mind Ventis I could use a little more information one exactly what it is you're proposing. I get the general idea that it has to do with mimicking a variety of traits displayed by animals but what exactly does that entail? And if you're character is unable to actually transform into real animals how does the power function? If it that they can alter certain things, like having a lion's strong muscles with like antlers and other animal traits so you get a sort of combinate creature. What exactly does mimicking animals mean for his abilities? How much of it is physical and how much psychological?