@Genon Yeah, looking over it again I've got to agree with SimpleWriter. The speed and strength don't seem to fit with what you're going for, and a stealthy character wouldn't need those anyway. Releasing the stored-up sound waves would be a good enough combat application.
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A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
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@Genon Nice, another Accumulation quirk! One thing I'll suggest, though, is either lowering the current strength/speed cap or shortening the time limit. Fights and similar situations aren't likely to last long enough for even the minor side effects to set in. Also, a fight is likely to get pretty noisy, so he'd be able to benefit easily from high-level sound absorption. If the backlash started earlier, that'd balance things out.
@Ryonara Yep, looks good to me, feel free to move him to the Characters section.
@Tenma Tendo Again, looks good, and I agree Transformation fits best. Post away (and ohh, SimpleWriter, why am I not surprised at your wording xD)
@Ryonara Yep, looks good to me, feel free to move him to the Characters section.
@Tenma Tendo Again, looks good, and I agree Transformation fits best. Post away (and ohh, SimpleWriter, why am I not surprised at your wording xD)
Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith
@Zaphander @Nyahahameha @Heartfillia
Hearing someone approach, Freya raised her head to see Peter, as well as Gabby behind a garden's worth of flowers in her arms. "Hey..." She reached out, wincing slightly as her forearm ached from the previous day's shock, and returned the hug. She needed comfort, more than she deserved it, and hoped she could provide it to at least some people. Even if she'd failed just now.
The thought made her blink back tears, which spilled anyway as a shuddering sob ran through Peter. Despite how much of a wreck she felt, she put on a smile when he expressed relief. "Thank god the two of you are," she replied. As she and her friend unwrapped their arms from each other, she forced a weak laugh. "Yep, don't worry, I've still got eight lives left," she joked, hoping to cheer her classmates up at least a little, not drag them down further.
Such hopes faded when she spotted Renard limping along the hallways. That stab of guilt came back full force. Would he be mad at her, avoid her? Instead of turning away like she expected, he gripped the railing and made his way towards the group.
"Renard?" Freya inched forward, catlike eyes widening. Would he ignore her? Was he just here for the others? If so, she wouldn't hold it against him. Nonetheless, she took a deep, shaking breath, and addressed him. "About just now... I'm sorry." For a moment, she lapsed into silence, before continuing in a whisper. "It wasn't your fault."
He needed to see he wasn't to blame. Neither for her stupid reaction, nor for the accident yesterday that had led to it. She was, for having put him in that situation.
Her sister's words echoed in her head. Told you - you don't have what it takes. How could help society if she couldn't even help a friend?
Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch
@Zaphander @Nyahahameha @Heartfillia
Kerianne had thought it couldn't get much worse than missing the combat simulation. She'd been wrong.
"I knew I should have been there," she muttered into the phone as she strode down the hospital hallway, squinting as the lights brought on that lingering trace of a headache. She almost wished her adoptive father were here to manipulate them, dim them a fraction, but she refused to impose on anyone. The concussion had been her own fault, after all. "Seriously, I'm pretty much fine now. But the others... I'll be here a while. I need to see them."
A sigh came down the phone. "Look, Keri, there's no need to beat yourself up," the older, male voice said. "Yes, I know Elaine and I warned you about overtraining, but... that's just it. That's all part of teaching people to use Quirks responsibly. Please give yourself a break from time to time, nobody was asking you to go through with the test just a few days after a fall."
A fall that only happened because I went and pushed too hard to prepare for that very test, Kerianne scolded herself. And she'd thought her days of skipping school were over. Ohh the irony.
"Besides," Alex continued, voice solemn. "Trust me, you really didn't want to be there. I can't tell you how glad I am you weren't."
Kerianne's fingers clenched around the device. "It was that bad, huh?" Her eyes shifted this way and that, full of concern, as she looked for her classmates. The welling nausea probably had nothing to do with the head injury. "I just hope they're ok..."
Her guardian's words brought some comfort. "You know, people don't get onto the course for nothing. I'm sure they'll support each other through this. That's what real heroes do."
The tiniest smile tugged at Kerianne's lips. "Yeah. I-I'll get back to you afterwards, about everything."
"Please do, including about how you are." There it was again, that insistence. As annoying as it could be, it was nice to have people care about her, like her birth family had. "That's important too."
The checkup wasn't even the main reason for her visit, he knew that, but she reassured him nonetheless. "Don't worry, I will," she said, heading in the direction of several voices. "Well, talk to you later... And thanks." She pocketed her phone, a bag swinging in her other hand as her steps clacked faster against the tiles.
Spotting the group, up and about despite their battered state, she gave a sigh of relief. "There you are," she breathed, hurrying over to them. "I heard about what happened... I'm sorry I wasn't there with you." The words, although she kept her tone calm and steady, came out hushed. "Just thought this would be something, at least."
She reached into the bag, pulling out several handmade get well cards and passing one to each person. Art therapy may have been something she'd once scoffed at, but it had proven surprisingly helpful. She could only hope such gestures would prove just as beneficial to others, although merely handing out cards was nowhere near enough. She swept her gaze around the area for any more classmates, then looked to each student present with a worried frown.
"You're all going to be alright, aren't you?" she asked. "And the others... Are they?"
@Aerandir Oh wow, that's an intense sample post. I like it, and the fighting style you described, now to wait for SimpleWriter's verdict.
@Indra I think SimpleWriter wants to keep this as separate from canon as possible, so maybe not someone from the Todoroki family, but there can definitely be elite families out there. It's up to him though, and I like the sound of a fire based hero, as we have a villain with a fire Quirk.
@Ryonara I like it for the most part, simple yet versatile ability as is the nature of Quirks. The only issue I can see is there should be some kind of drawback for overuse, especially if he does this indefinitely to something he's holding. Maybe fatigue or something?
@Mangrale Aw, I say you're definitely capable, but if you'd rather focus on just a few RPs that's completely understandable. That was a good way to explain Sofia's departure plot-wise, and done in this really effective, bittersweet way too. Best of luck with other RPs!
@Ryonara I like it for the most part, simple yet versatile ability as is the nature of Quirks. The only issue I can see is there should be some kind of drawback for overuse, especially if he does this indefinitely to something he's holding. Maybe fatigue or something?
@Mangrale Aw, I say you're definitely capable, but if you'd rather focus on just a few RPs that's completely understandable. That was a good way to explain Sofia's departure plot-wise, and done in this really effective, bittersweet way too. Best of luck with other RPs!
Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith
@Heartfillia
Well, now she'd gone and screwed up.
Renard's sigh and the way he got out of bed on the other side, away from her, were proof enough. Freya raised her head, then averted her eyes back to the scattered snacks. Without a word, she gathered them into the bag, sweeping up the crumbs, the burn on her palm twinging with every movement of her fingers. She propped up the packet on the bedside table in case Renard still wanted them, which if he didn't, she wouldn't blame him. He said nothing either, but the silence itself spoke volumes.
When words came to her, they trembled despite the slight smile she put on. A smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "Well, uh... Hope you enjoy." She glanced from him to the door, that sinking feeling growing by the second. She'd known this was a mistake. For all Renard's insistence that he was ok, he clearly wasn't, or in any mood to talk. "If... if this isn't the best time though..." Freya stepped back. Then, without finishing the sentence, she hurried from the room.
She kept running along the hallway until pain and fatigue overcame her. With a groan, she doubled over and leaned against the wall, clutching her side. Her bruised ribs clenched, her breathing coming in short, choked gasps. Stupid, stupid, stupid, was all she could think, staring over her shoulder. What a stupid thing to do. It was all too likely Renard would take this the wrong way.
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey
"I'm s-" Hurrying up the stairs, Jess bit back an apology after Roxy confirmed one thing she'd been worried about - that she'd feel responsible. She took a plate and sat down at the table, knowing this would be yet another less than enjoyable lunch. This seemed a world away from the weekend, which despite the few issues, had been a welcome break. The empath hadn't imagined it would lead to this.
She raised her head as Roxy leaned against the counter, listening to her explain that it wasn't her fault. Jess sighed, her face no less solemn. Whether or not she was to blame, that didn't change the fact that she couldn't see a way to help. "Even so..." she replied. "Let's uh... Let's do our best to support each other through this. If that's what you want, that is. In any case, I'll make my own decision."
Going by what Roxy had said, the man seemed to have them cornered whatever they did - but if the anchor had gotten out once, maybe there was a way to do so again?
Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith
@Heartfillia
At first, Renard didn't even look Freya's way, that distant and haunted look still in his eyes as he stared at his bandaged hands. Freya froze in place, a lump forming in her throat, Maybe this was the wrong time to approach him. Maybe it would be best for both their sakes if she left the room.
For just a second, he drifted back into reality, turning his head towards her. Then, he looked away. It was only after a lengthy silence that he faced her and replied, asking if she was ok, his faint smile a shade of his usual grin.
Freya nodded, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine." She put her hands behind her back, hiding her injuries just like he appeared to hide his own. The bandages covering her scratched arms and the shock wound on her palm felt tight as she clutched the snack bag. There'd be no permanent damage besides a few scars, but she knew how much worse things could have gotten, several times, for both of them. Including at that moment. And it was clear Renard knew too.
Don't make this worse, she told herself, edging forward. Whatever you do, don't make this worse for him. "Are-Are you, though? Are you going to be ok?" she asked, not just referring to the beating he'd taken. Whatever had happened, the emotional trauma seemed to run just as deep as the physical, if not deeper. Crouching by the bed, she held out the bag. It wasn't much, but it was all she could offer. "Here. I, uh, figured you'd prefer this to hospital food."
Just as he reached for it, the reflex kicked in. Freya jittered. The bag fell from her grip, crispy snacks spilling all over the bed. Shuddering with guilt and embarrassment, she glanced down at the mess, then at the floor. Anywhere but at him. Closing her eyes, she muttered two words.
"I'm sorry..."
It wasn't just about the snacks. It was about more than a simple apology could even begin to fix.
Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith
@Aviaire @Heartfillia
It all happened at once. No sooner had Freya looked away than the chainsaw woman rushed at them. The catlike girl reeled and toppled, but before the villain could strike, a shockwave from Enterprise knocked her back. Just then, a certain other pro hero made her appearance, using her lion-like strength to slam the attacker to the ground with minimal effort.
Freya let out the breath that had caught in her throat. This was the first time in years she'd been glad to see her sister. "Felicity! Thank you so mu-" She trailed off as Sphinx turned that look of pure condescension towards her and her friends. The insult that followed hit Freya like a punch. It rang true as far as she was concerned - but not as far as Eira and Renard were.
As much as she wanted to shrink back, she met that piercing gaze. "Y-You don't know what you're talking about," she spat. Her classmates had never seen her outright angry before now, but she didn't care. "You don't know them. Everything I thought I saw in you, Fliss, everything I looked up to you for... I see for real in them."
Sphinx snarled and growled. "Oh? I don't know what I'm talking about?" That sneer returned. "Are you saying you know more about hero work than I do, kittycat? After this, no less?"
Freya suppressed a shudder. "What I'm saying," she said, glancing at her two nearby comrades, "is... Ah!" The rest of the sentence - she knew, she'd seen the traits that made a true hero - never left her mouth. She stared at the slumped figure beside her. "Renard...?" Her friend, although still breathing, didn't respond. "Oh no, please, tell her off, make a joke, just say something!" A fresh wave of guilt sent tears spilling down her cheeks once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Sphinx simply strode away, muttering something that sounded like "weaklings" as she dragged the bound villain with her.
By now, more pro heroes had arrived on the scene, but a look around revealed the damage already done. At the sight of the two other wounded forms - Sofia unconscious and Gabby sagging away from the scorpion villain - Freya could barely breathe. Another explosion rippled from inside the building, a brutal reminder that although help was here, the situation continued to spiral out of control.
Saturday. A day Freya usually looked forward to, as it meant a good sleep-in. Curled up in the hospital bed, though, she'd slept fitfully, nightmares invading her slumber.
Even now, when she closed her eyes, the images flashed through her mind. The chainsaw attack out of nowhere. The birds. Sofia in a pool of blood. Abigail, a nasty piece of work but seemingly on the heroes' side, revealed as a traitor. The mangled forms of guards who'd never made it out. And Renard's reaction, that frenzied look that was utterly unlike him, the physical and mental state he'd ended up in, all because of her recklessness...
For several minutes, she sat hunched on the bed. Then, she eased herself up, groaning at the aches that still jolted through her body. She'd recover, the medics had said, and the use of healing Quirks meant it would happen in a reasonably short amount of time, but fears for her friends nagged at her mind. Taking one of the seafood snack bags her parents had brought her, she dragged herself from the room and down the hallway, stopping at one of the doors.
Her grip tightened on the bag as she stood there. What on earth would she say to him? Would he even want to see her? A tearing sound drew her from her thoughts. Looking at the bag, she cringed. She'd grasped it so hard, her claws had started to poke from their sheathes, piercing the plastic. She pulled the packet free, only to rip it even worse. Great. Holding the edges together, she cast a panicked glance from the door to the hallway. Could she risk coming across as that tense? Should she get another one? If she did, would she lose the nerve to face him?
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. "Renard, it's me." Slowly, she pushed it open with a creak. "I just... I just wanted to check that you're ok. And, uh, those snacks I was going to give you... I've got them right here."
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