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STATUS: Whoever ordered that winter storm we just had in my area. Ya'll can take it back. Like what even is all this white crap? 7 mos ago
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Whoever ordered that winter storm we just had in my area. Ya'll can take it back. Like what even is all this white crap?
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Friends took me to see Zootopia 2 yesterday. It was amazing if anyone was wondering.
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As Linda Belcher: Pass the CRANBERRY sauce, we're having mashed potatoes! Oh the stuffing looks great! Thank you for being there, thank you for lovin me~
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About The Dove:
34💋|She/They❤|Bi💋|Scorpio❤
Let's see what else? I usually go by Love or Dove. I have been writing off and on, for over twelve years. I'm a gamer, so feel free to talk to me about games. If I know them we can talk eachother's ears off. Especially Dragon Age. Or really anything, However, have issues playin fandoms sorry. I write for what I would call low to middle advanced. Post length is 3-6 paragraphs on average, but I've been known to post more though. It really depends on my level of interest. I usually stay to 1x1's because I like the level of connection, and can play both males and females.
Want to know something else about me? Pm me and ask, my darlings.
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These people are awesome and I love them so much. I would write with them anyday.
@SirensCall: She's a wonderful writer. Who I wrote with for years. Sometimes I miss how much we used to talk and how close we were.
@POOHEAD189: Aww my sweet Poo. This man right here is a sweetheart ladies and gentlemen ❤. I really enjoy talking to him. He is funny, has awesome tastes in games, and likes talking to me even when I poof for a little while when busy. He always makes me happy and makes me feel missed when I'm gone. I'm lucky to have him as a friend, and that a stupid pun joke, got us talking.
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Samara's purple eyes looked over Geo-Matrix as the helmet retracted to reveal his face. Her shoulders relaxed a bit more, not that she was afraid of him or his mask. But it leveled the playing field. Even as uncommon as it was to see a hero's face. Her lips curled slightly at the corners at his words about how strange it was to hear Andy's superhero name. Though she agreed for a different reason. Many that she had known this man her whole life
She smiled at Andy's response, both the soothingly familiar laugh at being told she could keep calling him Andy. Though she didn't get much chance to reply to him before Geo-Matrix was pulling her attention back to him.
Victor. It was nice to have a name to go with the suit. With the face. Even if she didn't want to admit that only having his superhero name had made her nervous about meeting him. She looked down at the hand offered to her for a silent moment. Her instincts telling her that interactions with heroes was a trap. But wasn't that something she had come here to change?
“Samara.” She offered back, shaking his hand. Knowing he likely got a small prick of electric shock from the touch. “And thanks I guess. Hopefully everything here isn't as cringe as the name of this place and this program.” She added, even as she quickly took her hand back and stuck it back in her pocket. Before turning her attention back to Andy.
“So I was told that there was some sort of introduction thing I was supposed to do with the others in the program to figure out what classes I'm taking?” She asked before casting a sideways glance at Victor. “Or am I taking the same classes as my handler here?”
She smiled at Andy's response, both the soothingly familiar laugh at being told she could keep calling him Andy. Though she didn't get much chance to reply to him before Geo-Matrix was pulling her attention back to him.
Victor. It was nice to have a name to go with the suit. With the face. Even if she didn't want to admit that only having his superhero name had made her nervous about meeting him. She looked down at the hand offered to her for a silent moment. Her instincts telling her that interactions with heroes was a trap. But wasn't that something she had come here to change?
“Samara.” She offered back, shaking his hand. Knowing he likely got a small prick of electric shock from the touch. “And thanks I guess. Hopefully everything here isn't as cringe as the name of this place and this program.” She added, even as she quickly took her hand back and stuck it back in her pocket. Before turning her attention back to Andy.
“So I was told that there was some sort of introduction thing I was supposed to do with the others in the program to figure out what classes I'm taking?” She asked before casting a sideways glance at Victor. “Or am I taking the same classes as my handler here?”
This whole thing was stupid. Samara couldn't believe that she had let her fathers talk her into this. Some rehabilitation experiment, at H.E.R.O no less. Her father Patrick, Smoke, had been on the retired hero board that helped fund this program. “They made this program with people like you in mind Sammy.” He had said, with that tone that fathers gave that said why won't you let me help you. Like the name E.V.I.L wasn't just a slap in the face.
Samara had refused, she didn't need help. She was fine where she was. She had been a villain since before she was eighteen in everyone's eyes. She didn't need to go to some stupid rehabilitation program at the school.
Then her father Ethan, Peacebringer, had stepped in with his….caring and mind tricks that he used to use to get villains to turn themselves in before retirement. Next thing she knew she was willingly agreeing to sign up for the stupid program.
At least she told herself it was willingly. Maybe it would be worth it to act like she was trying. To make her parents happy. Even if it required being chaperoned around a school full of heroes that likely thought they were better than her. By a wanna be hero she hoped wasn't too flashy or cheerful. For a year..if she made it that far without quitting.
The parole officer had been late. A small thing, sure. However, that coupled with the fact that she really wanted to back out of this, and the fact they told her she had to wear civilian clothes. Only to seem judgemental when she wore what was comfy, was enough to make her already over this.
She wore a black pair of jeans and a t-shirt from one of her favorite bands. Because this wasn't a job interview. Her long black hair braided and thrown over her shoulder. The pair of headphones around her neck just in case.
As Samara walked down the hallways of H.E.R.O she couldn't help but look around quietly. A low buzzing of energy in her ears as a few students moved around the two of them. Eyes looking at her, trying to figure out who she was before likely headed to their own classes. What technology she could see through open empty classroom doors, looked pretty state of the line. This would be the perfect place for Villains to take over. Fancy tech. Heroes that don't know practical use of their powers. Just take the teachers out quietly then…
She shook her head, mentally berating herself. This was the kind of path of thinking that she was here trying to….not fix. There was nothing wrong with her. Unlearn?
Samara made a face to herself at her train of thought before they came to a stop at one of the office doors. The Parole officer knocking politely at the door, and waiting for an answer before entering, Samara following inside behind. Her body tensing slightly at the amount of buzzing in her ears at the cramped space in the office. Leaving the door cracked as she stood close to it, because every villain needs a good escape plan.
The energy from the parole officer shifted towards annoyance at the fact Slipstream wasn't in his hero get up. But honestly it wouldn't have mattered in this case, because Samara knew Mr. Jackson. He had been a friend of her fathers for years. So instead of focusing on him, her purple eyes looked over the man standing beside him in full hero outfit. A small frown on her face. The fact this person she didn't know could see her unmasked face and she couldn't see his was extremely unhelpful.
Once the papers were signed and she was officially left in Jackson's company the officer left the three of them. Samara found herself able to relax, if only slightly. Her eyes looking away from Geo-Matrix for the first time since she entered the room, only to look at the older man.
“So do I have to spend the whole year calling you Slipstream? Mr. Jackson.” She said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was a soft sound that did not fit with what would be expected of a villain.
Samara had refused, she didn't need help. She was fine where she was. She had been a villain since before she was eighteen in everyone's eyes. She didn't need to go to some stupid rehabilitation program at the school.
Then her father Ethan, Peacebringer, had stepped in with his….caring and mind tricks that he used to use to get villains to turn themselves in before retirement. Next thing she knew she was willingly agreeing to sign up for the stupid program.
At least she told herself it was willingly. Maybe it would be worth it to act like she was trying. To make her parents happy. Even if it required being chaperoned around a school full of heroes that likely thought they were better than her. By a wanna be hero she hoped wasn't too flashy or cheerful. For a year..if she made it that far without quitting.
The parole officer had been late. A small thing, sure. However, that coupled with the fact that she really wanted to back out of this, and the fact they told her she had to wear civilian clothes. Only to seem judgemental when she wore what was comfy, was enough to make her already over this.
She wore a black pair of jeans and a t-shirt from one of her favorite bands. Because this wasn't a job interview. Her long black hair braided and thrown over her shoulder. The pair of headphones around her neck just in case.
As Samara walked down the hallways of H.E.R.O she couldn't help but look around quietly. A low buzzing of energy in her ears as a few students moved around the two of them. Eyes looking at her, trying to figure out who she was before likely headed to their own classes. What technology she could see through open empty classroom doors, looked pretty state of the line. This would be the perfect place for Villains to take over. Fancy tech. Heroes that don't know practical use of their powers. Just take the teachers out quietly then…
She shook her head, mentally berating herself. This was the kind of path of thinking that she was here trying to….not fix. There was nothing wrong with her. Unlearn?
Samara made a face to herself at her train of thought before they came to a stop at one of the office doors. The Parole officer knocking politely at the door, and waiting for an answer before entering, Samara following inside behind. Her body tensing slightly at the amount of buzzing in her ears at the cramped space in the office. Leaving the door cracked as she stood close to it, because every villain needs a good escape plan.
The energy from the parole officer shifted towards annoyance at the fact Slipstream wasn't in his hero get up. But honestly it wouldn't have mattered in this case, because Samara knew Mr. Jackson. He had been a friend of her fathers for years. So instead of focusing on him, her purple eyes looked over the man standing beside him in full hero outfit. A small frown on her face. The fact this person she didn't know could see her unmasked face and she couldn't see his was extremely unhelpful.
Once the papers were signed and she was officially left in Jackson's company the officer left the three of them. Samara found herself able to relax, if only slightly. Her eyes looking away from Geo-Matrix for the first time since she entered the room, only to look at the older man.
“So do I have to spend the whole year calling you Slipstream? Mr. Jackson.” She said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was a soft sound that did not fit with what would be expected of a villain.
Name: Samara Fowler
Alias: Pulse, Mara
Age: 23
Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
Appearances: Samara|Villain Outfit
As for her mask, she just usually wears a black face mask that covers the bottom half of her face.
Specialty Skills:
-Energy Siphoning is Samara's Meta ability. Broken down what she can do amounts to this:
Samara can funnel the energy from anyone around her. It starts within a two foot radius, and slowly grows the more energy that she gathers. However, the amount she can take from one person weakens the larger the radius grows. This also can affect her moods.
In a fight she can use the energy that she gathers and form them into bolts of energy. She can also gather bits of energy from powers that cause her harm physically. Not enough to increase her powers, but enough to keep her standing during the fight.
She can enhance the energy of other heroes/villains by taking the energy she has gathered and feeding it to them. However, this can exhaust her mentally and cause other problems if too much is given.
In dire or extreme weakness she can gather energy from electronics. This is a last ditch effect that she does not know how to control. It is just something her ability does on its own.
Music: Due to the fact Samara often wears headphones to block out the buzzing effect that sometimes comes from her ability. She decided to learn how to make her own music. She can play the cello.
Card & Pool Tricks: Something one of her adopted fathers taught her as a kid. She got really good at them, does them when she is bored
Personality: Samara is not much of a people person. She prefers to be left alone due to feeding off others' energy. She comes off as sarcastic with a dark sense of humor. Something that was appreciated by her fellow villains, but she is learning not so much from others. She has moments of manic energy that results in randomly tapping her fingers off her hips or surfaces.
She does care about people, even if she refuses to admit it. And once you break through her walls, she is a kind person in her own twisted way. She used to want to be a hero like her adopted parents. However, bad decisions have led her to where she is now.
History: Samara does not know who her real parents are. But she was adopted by a happy set of retired heroes. Unlike most villains, Samara does not have a tragic childhood story. During her teenage years she started hanging out with a group of older people who she thought were her friends. Doing things she thought were heroic things. They were not.
When the truth came to light, it was Samara who they put the blame of everything on. Saying that she was boosting their abilities and that she was the mastermind. It was proven that she wasn't, but once it was everyone's mind, they treated her differently. Still having the teenage mindset, she decided if they were going to treat her like a villain, she would be one.
After her most recent time in jail, her parents pleaded with her to join the new rehabilitation program at H.E.R.O. Though she doesn't think it will make a difference, her fathers are her weakness and she promised to attend least try.
Alias: Pulse, Mara
Age: 23
Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
Appearances: Samara|Villain Outfit
As for her mask, she just usually wears a black face mask that covers the bottom half of her face.
Specialty Skills:
-Energy Siphoning is Samara's Meta ability. Broken down what she can do amounts to this:
Samara can funnel the energy from anyone around her. It starts within a two foot radius, and slowly grows the more energy that she gathers. However, the amount she can take from one person weakens the larger the radius grows. This also can affect her moods.
In a fight she can use the energy that she gathers and form them into bolts of energy. She can also gather bits of energy from powers that cause her harm physically. Not enough to increase her powers, but enough to keep her standing during the fight.
She can enhance the energy of other heroes/villains by taking the energy she has gathered and feeding it to them. However, this can exhaust her mentally and cause other problems if too much is given.
In dire or extreme weakness she can gather energy from electronics. This is a last ditch effect that she does not know how to control. It is just something her ability does on its own.
Music: Due to the fact Samara often wears headphones to block out the buzzing effect that sometimes comes from her ability. She decided to learn how to make her own music. She can play the cello.
Card & Pool Tricks: Something one of her adopted fathers taught her as a kid. She got really good at them, does them when she is bored
Personality: Samara is not much of a people person. She prefers to be left alone due to feeding off others' energy. She comes off as sarcastic with a dark sense of humor. Something that was appreciated by her fellow villains, but she is learning not so much from others. She has moments of manic energy that results in randomly tapping her fingers off her hips or surfaces.
She does care about people, even if she refuses to admit it. And once you break through her walls, she is a kind person in her own twisted way. She used to want to be a hero like her adopted parents. However, bad decisions have led her to where she is now.
History: Samara does not know who her real parents are. But she was adopted by a happy set of retired heroes. Unlike most villains, Samara does not have a tragic childhood story. During her teenage years she started hanging out with a group of older people who she thought were her friends. Doing things she thought were heroic things. They were not.
When the truth came to light, it was Samara who they put the blame of everything on. Saying that she was boosting their abilities and that she was the mastermind. It was proven that she wasn't, but once it was everyone's mind, they treated her differently. Still having the teenage mindset, she decided if they were going to treat her like a villain, she would be one.
After her most recent time in jail, her parents pleaded with her to join the new rehabilitation program at H.E.R.O. Though she doesn't think it will make a difference, her fathers are her weakness and she promised to attend least try.
Here at H.E.R.O. University (Heroic Education and Rescue Organizations) we believe that every young man or woman has the chance to be something great. With our scholarship program, not only will you know that your abilities will be used to help the innocent people of the world. But also you will know the world can see how hard you worked to do things right!
Now introducing the E.V.I.L (Experimental Villain Improvement and Liability) program! Do you have a little hero that has turned to the wrong side of the law? Then enroll them into the E.V.I.L program for the change to change their life around and decrease their chances of ending up in jail. The schools ability to reduce chances of jail must be decided in a court of law. HERO has no say in the actual state of law.
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Knox nodded a bit listening to Sal As he explained why everyone was so annoyed about the lesson. While it made sense, it seemed a bit insulting to a major piece of world history. His eyes glanced at the people Sal pointed out. Alex and Billie Sanders, making sure to note that for personal knowledge.
Once Regs class ended he kept in the seat not really being in a rush, until Aren got back to him, he had nowhere to go. A small chuckle coming from his lips as he watched his best friend being so brazenly hit on. It was a cute moment before chaos started.
Erin grumbled a bit as some guy pulled them back into the history class. "Da feck even is dat guy?” She asked Maggie and Ez after he went out to get more classmates to pull in out of the chaos.
“He's the cat that keeps wandering around.” Knox said from the seat he was still sitting in.
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Cain laughed at Azura's words about skipping all her classes to sit in on his. “Now don't go getting me in trouble with the other teachers. Know for a fact Julian and Samantha would have my ass.” He joked back. Though honestly he would take it, it was nice to have one of his best friends back at the school.
All he could think when Juilan came to get him was how he was about over this bullshit, he was seriously thinking of setting up a meeting with Aren over Devin's bullshit. Put in motion Devin being expelled. It wasn't something that he liked to do. He had only done it twice in his years teaching here. If this thing he set up with Azura babysitting him didn't work. He would.
He didn't even try to stop Azura from running through the crowd to get in between the fight. Knowing there was no point with as much as she loved primal rage. While she and Reg tended to a very hurt Kajun, Cain dealt with the dumbass Devin.
Kajun wasn't in his right mind. He wasn't normally one to be violent or get into fights. But this mother fucker. It was taking all of Kajun's strength, that little bit of his control left not to rip Devin's throat out. The hand on his side made him hiss loudly at the girl touching him. Teeth bloody from ripping in Devin.
Then all of the sudden all of the rage and adrenaline was gone. With its disappearance was nothing but pain. His human form was definitely messed up. Both wrists were broken, probably a few of his ribs. His body sinking to the floor in pain. Fur wet with Devin's blood. When Reg asked what happened he growled showing his teeth as he looked towards Devin. Before the pain overtook him and he passed out.
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Hades couldn't help but be worried about Demi coming here when a fight this brutal was going on in front of her. That weird motherly instinct kicking in that she felt towards Demi, Rebecca, and Billie. But at the same time she knew better, before like all her adopted daughters, Demi was strong.
Now all she needed to do was have a long chat with Aren about his little assistant. Because this stupid little man was nowhere as fit to take over as Samantha. Even if Lucifer told her to stay out of it.
“Sterling darling.” Hades said with an easy smile as he got her attention. Before looking at DeAndro and back to Sterling. “He isn't important. I think Julian is dealing with the aftermath of the fight. I haven't seen Randa or Maggie yet.”
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This definitely seemed like a good time for him to come back to the school. Nothing better to return to than chaos. He had managed to catch the big fight between Devin and some shifter that beat his ass. “Serious, I feel like half da shit I've been hearin’ ‘bout. Wouldn't get dis bad if I hadn' been kicked out man.” The man with short black hair drawled out with his thick irish accent. Before taking the joint passed back from Robert.
After the fucking meeting with Aren and Juilan, he needed to get high. Because he was one more Don't do anything stupid Garret from being the asshole everyone knew he could be. He kept the last of the smoke keep in his lungs instead of blowing it out. “Dere ain’ nothin’ a good wrack in da back of da head or gettin’ someone high can’t fix.”
He let out a sigh as the joint burnt out, looking at Robert. “Speakin’ of people needin’ a wrack in da back of da head. I'm gonna go find Billie. Let her know I'm back.” He said giving Robert a pat on the back before heading towards Alex and Billie's dorm.
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Molly's whole room smelt like blood, the coppery smell filling her nose. The furniture in her large dorm room pushed against the corners to make room for the large drawing in blood across the floor. After all, breaking someone out of the Hell cells wasn't an easy feat without going to Hell. And she couldn't do that. She also couldn't pass up Hades and Lucifer both being topside.
Her bare feet stepped carefully in the right spots for her spell, the blood wasn't herself, but the blood of Azrael's son and daughter made the spell stronger. Her lips moved to recite the spell as her magic pulled at the blood and power within it. Closing her eyes she used the blood magic to almost summon Azrael, though not to the school but somewhere on earth where he would be safe from the hell Knights.
Stepping into the center of the circle, she cut her own hand letting the blood drip to the center. Before opening the little vile of Azrael that he had sent as a necklace and dripping it into the center as well.
Once Regs class ended he kept in the seat not really being in a rush, until Aren got back to him, he had nowhere to go. A small chuckle coming from his lips as he watched his best friend being so brazenly hit on. It was a cute moment before chaos started.
Erin grumbled a bit as some guy pulled them back into the history class. "Da feck even is dat guy?” She asked Maggie and Ez after he went out to get more classmates to pull in out of the chaos.
“He's the cat that keeps wandering around.” Knox said from the seat he was still sitting in.
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Cain laughed at Azura's words about skipping all her classes to sit in on his. “Now don't go getting me in trouble with the other teachers. Know for a fact Julian and Samantha would have my ass.” He joked back. Though honestly he would take it, it was nice to have one of his best friends back at the school.
All he could think when Juilan came to get him was how he was about over this bullshit, he was seriously thinking of setting up a meeting with Aren over Devin's bullshit. Put in motion Devin being expelled. It wasn't something that he liked to do. He had only done it twice in his years teaching here. If this thing he set up with Azura babysitting him didn't work. He would.
He didn't even try to stop Azura from running through the crowd to get in between the fight. Knowing there was no point with as much as she loved primal rage. While she and Reg tended to a very hurt Kajun, Cain dealt with the dumbass Devin.
Kajun wasn't in his right mind. He wasn't normally one to be violent or get into fights. But this mother fucker. It was taking all of Kajun's strength, that little bit of his control left not to rip Devin's throat out. The hand on his side made him hiss loudly at the girl touching him. Teeth bloody from ripping in Devin.
Then all of the sudden all of the rage and adrenaline was gone. With its disappearance was nothing but pain. His human form was definitely messed up. Both wrists were broken, probably a few of his ribs. His body sinking to the floor in pain. Fur wet with Devin's blood. When Reg asked what happened he growled showing his teeth as he looked towards Devin. Before the pain overtook him and he passed out.
—
Hades couldn't help but be worried about Demi coming here when a fight this brutal was going on in front of her. That weird motherly instinct kicking in that she felt towards Demi, Rebecca, and Billie. But at the same time she knew better, before like all her adopted daughters, Demi was strong.
Now all she needed to do was have a long chat with Aren about his little assistant. Because this stupid little man was nowhere as fit to take over as Samantha. Even if Lucifer told her to stay out of it.
“Sterling darling.” Hades said with an easy smile as he got her attention. Before looking at DeAndro and back to Sterling. “He isn't important. I think Julian is dealing with the aftermath of the fight. I haven't seen Randa or Maggie yet.”
—
This definitely seemed like a good time for him to come back to the school. Nothing better to return to than chaos. He had managed to catch the big fight between Devin and some shifter that beat his ass. “Serious, I feel like half da shit I've been hearin’ ‘bout. Wouldn't get dis bad if I hadn' been kicked out man.” The man with short black hair drawled out with his thick irish accent. Before taking the joint passed back from Robert.
After the fucking meeting with Aren and Juilan, he needed to get high. Because he was one more Don't do anything stupid Garret from being the asshole everyone knew he could be. He kept the last of the smoke keep in his lungs instead of blowing it out. “Dere ain’ nothin’ a good wrack in da back of da head or gettin’ someone high can’t fix.”
He let out a sigh as the joint burnt out, looking at Robert. “Speakin’ of people needin’ a wrack in da back of da head. I'm gonna go find Billie. Let her know I'm back.” He said giving Robert a pat on the back before heading towards Alex and Billie's dorm.
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Molly's whole room smelt like blood, the coppery smell filling her nose. The furniture in her large dorm room pushed against the corners to make room for the large drawing in blood across the floor. After all, breaking someone out of the Hell cells wasn't an easy feat without going to Hell. And she couldn't do that. She also couldn't pass up Hades and Lucifer both being topside.
Her bare feet stepped carefully in the right spots for her spell, the blood wasn't herself, but the blood of Azrael's son and daughter made the spell stronger. Her lips moved to recite the spell as her magic pulled at the blood and power within it. Closing her eyes she used the blood magic to almost summon Azrael, though not to the school but somewhere on earth where he would be safe from the hell Knights.
Stepping into the center of the circle, she cut her own hand letting the blood drip to the center. Before opening the little vile of Azrael that he had sent as a necklace and dripping it into the center as well.
Andela “Andie” Fernsby
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