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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Sorry about being so inactive lately. Life has been busy, and wouldn't give me a break even when I asked nicely, with a please at the end of the request. Having said that, I should be able to put up something sometime after I get my classes and errands for the day finished.

|Heroes Among Us|

Uhm. I'm sorry, but are we supposed to email you our character sheets for review first, or just put them on here? I'm a little bit confused on the matter.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Uhm, I'm not sure if my character should fallow RumikoOhara's character, or get some kind of debriefing from that Bennett guy. It seems like if he were to try to get them, something would just unfold that would take things further away.

|Heroes Among Us|

This looks really interesting. If there's still a spot open tomorrow after I finish with classes I'll definitely get a CS up.

Bleach - Twilight of Humanity - Fullbringer/Quincy based roleplay

I'm interested in this.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

The black comero pulled up to a business building that could've existed anywhere else on the face of the world. It was tall, gray, drab, and not the sort of place you'd find children on their way in with smiles on their faces, unless of course it was to see a parent(s) that they never got to see; they'd be smiling then, but it would still be a sad sight. The only difference would be their, the children's, inability to tell just how out of place their smiles were.
"Here we are." Dirk said, smiling as he stepped out of his car, and slammed the door closed oh so lovingly. "A home away from home, and a heaven away from all those dreary, holier than though angels, and dull as plain toast god, with a lowercase g." He gave a small shudder at the thought of people with bird wings super glued to their backs, forced to try and play harps for all eternity, while tapped up to a sky so they could watch over all the little acts of nothing that God's most recent failure of a race bumbled about. God, he was happy to be a man instead of an angel, if only for the ability not to have to see the world from the outside. What a dreary affair that must be.
"Well enough morning for the state of affairs. There's money to be made, and a work today. If I'm fortunate, there'll be some fun too, but." He looked at his watch and frowned. Someday, tomorrow maybe, or whenever some down time came to him, without having to chase it around and leash it to a fire hydrant, he'd make sure to get a permanent residence closer to one of the his employer's places of business. "Oh! At this rate all the fun's going to be long gone, and everyone will be putting out the fires by the time I get there." He shook his head, hefted the briefcase, and hurried inside.
Holmes made it past the door before a group of men surrounded him with guns, and aimed them at his head, which he loved almost as dearly as he did the case in which he kept his brain. "Your late." A dour voice commented form somewhere behind the faceless figures(they were all wearing helmets) said.
"I resent that remark, good sir. I am not late, nor am I ever late. My time is simply different than yours."
"Is it so hard to come here, and do business without comments?"
"Its no more difficult than to let in a guess without aiming a dozen guns at his staff and crystal balls. "
"Move aside, damn it." The voice roared and everyone at the forefront nearly jumped to make sure they weren't the last one to follow orders. "One can't be too careful with company now a days." The voice of authority didn't look like the voice of authority. He looked like a scarecrow with an expensive suit and sun bleached skin. "What with metas going half cocked all through the news like there's going to be some big show down."
"Or anydays." Penderghast mumbled.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said would you like to do business here or would you rather we take this to your office? " The figure held up a hand. "Let's just do this here." He hefted the suitcase and put it down. "We've done business enough so I trust your knowledge about the dangers of betraying me. Here's what you wanted. Your son is dead, and it wasn't an easy end."
The scarecrow looked more nervous than relieved. He took a step back and eyed the case like it was a bomb. "What's the deal? Are you going to kill us?"
"No, not today, or any time in the foreseeable future. I enjoy our business too much to do that. Just make sure I get my payment and we'll be good for the next time." He didn't wait for a reply, but hurried off to get his blood money.
It would've been impossible to drive to where he decided the best place to start would be so instead he booked himself the nearest flight, and left the car, a gift from his beloved mother, in the hands of someone who knew better than to care for it less than what he would his wife and children. Which was good, because the lives of his wife and children depended on it. The flight was pleasant enough, except for an air marshal who confused him with someone else. Luckily the mistake was rectified before any inconvenience could be had on the flight, well aside from having to waste a lot of time in the restroom because it takes forever to flush all that ash. All and all, he'd be flying with the same airline in the future.
Lacking a vehicle of his own, Dirk decided to rent a cab. He could've walked, but he also could have crawled. You didn't just do things cuz you could. He learned that lesson, awhile back, after setting something on fire and freezing his frozen lunch(it made more sense if you were there.) Luckily, for the cab driver, the location was close and the man knew the quickest route, so he was there in a matter of minutes. Without a word, which was strange for pendergast, he gave the man the money he earned, and hurried inside. Flashing an idea at anyone who tried to stop him, or try to stop and talk with the ones he knew, which got them going faster than an ID ever could.
"There's something going on." He muttered to himself. At first he wasn't sure, but the way people were acting made it certain there was. Then, he saw a woman being rushed by, obviously hurt., by a couple of soldiers. The urge came to stop him, but it left when he realized he needed to take a leak so he decided to focus on that. Once that was taken care of, he kept going the direction he'd previously followed, certain something would come up and it did, or at least that's what he thought when he saw a couple, who stood out with a sore thumb with an arrow through the nail, a few soldiers, and Bennett (at least that's what he thought the commander's(he got lost on ranks occasionally(mostly)name was.))
"Lady and "gentlemen, am I in the right place, or is there somewhere else I should be. It's been a rather trying day, so I'd be ever so grateful if you, any one or all of you, told me I was needed in a bath, whichever bath. I'm not a difficult person. So long as it was hot, and there was soap and fresh towels I'm happy.."" He gave everyone a bow.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Ugh. Sorry that was so bad. It's late over here, and my nose is running all over the place. Its amazingly difficult to type with a runny nose. >.< I'll try to make it up to everyone tomorrow. @.@

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

From one end to another, there was nothing but blackness. Despite the sun hovering over head, easily seen by billions of people, it wasn't touching anyone in the room. "Bother." A soft voice mumbled at the sound of a buzz coming out of his pocket. "Is nothing sacred any more? Is it so much too ask to have just a few minutes for oneself to get a job done?" There was some motion in the darkness as a head shook itself, vigorously, from side to side. "Stupid question. No need for an answer." There was soft clicking sound as a phone, the flipping kind, was pulled open and its soft blue light revealed the pale face holding it. A few moments passed as the purples eyes jumped from one end of the screen to another, all the way down the end of the message. Several moments passed before the phone was snapped shut, and the light was vanished just as roughly as the light of a candle snuffed out by a pair of pudgy fingers. "Interesting. So it looks like the group has decided to bring an end to things with the NTE." There was some light shuffling, almost inaudible, as the phone was returned back to the silken pocket in which it would call home, if such things could call anything home. "Not that I'm surprised at the decision to deal away with, or anything in that matter. It's just. Oh, what's the expression? Is there an expression? Well, I'm only a little bit startled that things are being moved to such a fast end. I would've sworn, and bet some money, the company would attempt to engage in negotiations on its own before moving to force the gang's hand."
Some ruffling could be heard somewhere in the room, a few feet from the voice's location. "Will I go, or should I finish with things here? The job's just about done, yes, but there's still some loose ends." A pause. "Well, a single loose end. I guess, I can deal with it quickly enough. Then it's just a matter of returning things, and shaking hands. Why, I could be done with all of this, and starting on the new problem in a few hours really." A low sigh. "I shouldn't complain, or allow myself to be surprised, shouldn't I. It's to be expected, really. Why, when one finds himself the beneficiary of so many zeros, a grudge shouldn't be held against the devil who got the signature in blood, disguised as ink. " Another nearly silent release of agitated breath. "So!" The sound of slapping has the speaker's hands clasps together. "That's all settled with then. I'll be going right after this, I mean dealing with things here, and getting the package to the employer."

There was a click and a bright white light exploded into the tiny room, which turned out to be a storage shed, filled with hay. A single, overpowered light bulb hang over head. In the center there was a heavy framed man, middle to late forties, with a beer keg of a belly spilling over his pants. The man's face was chubby like a toad, and his hazel eyes were so widely opened they looked like it was a tempting idea for them to jump out of his head, and make a run for it. HIs legs and an arm were tied up with everyday rope, and the other arm was gone, a charred black stump in its place. There wasn't any blood on the ground, but a thick pile of ash.
"Ah. Where was I?" The pale man, still seated by the door, raised a hand and rubbed his smooth chin. "Oh yes!" He got to his feet, and gave the fat man a quick bowl. "I was going to leave you here to spend the rest of your life thinking about how ungrateful you've been with my employer." There was a briefcase next to the chair the man in black had been sitting in. He picked it up and hefted it, just to make sure there was the right weight. "But please don't feel too bad. You won't have to spend a great deal of time living in grief. I'm not a savage man." With that, he gave a short bow before turning and stepping lightly outside, making sure to close the door, and replace a padlock after him.

Seeing he was alone, and sensing things would only become much worse, the man tied in the chair, his name was fatinson(no lie), started struggling. He pulled and pried with his remaining limbs, but couldn't budge. With all his effort he strived against his restraints but that only landed him on the ground. He hit his head, and that knocked something into him more than it did out of him. In his panic, he'd missed the change in the room. There was no more breeze, and the air was colder, but the floor had gotten much warmer than it should've. Something clicked in his mind, as slow as it had been after three days without food. There was something in the air. panicking more than before, which he hadn't thought to be possible, his eyes darted around, and stopped on the tiny glowing red dot on the hay opposite him. There was a second when it looked like it winked at him, and then the whole world, only the hay really but to the man it was everything, burst into flames that were so hot he didn't have time to regret.

Outside the pale man, Dirk Gently, waited, with the briefcase at his feet and his arms crossed in front of his chest. "That should've been enough time to satisfy everyone. Normally, I wouldn't have minded dragging that out, but I am in a hurry." With that like with a runner and the bang of a starting pistol, the man hurried over to the house next door, and got into the black camero in the driveway. With little, or none, regards for the possibility of incoming traffic, he peeled out of the driveway, and hurried to return the briefcase, and get to work on the job. He turned up the music. It was thrash today. Hopefully something in the fascinatingly technical instruments would give his mind a jolt on where the best place to start would be.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Okay, I did a little bit of fine tuning for my character, hopefully clearing up any misconceptions one might find in his power. Is he good to go, or is there anything else I need to do? Also, sorry for the lateness of this reply. I got home later than I expected yesterday and went right to bed since I had a full, morning shift, today.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Here's a WIP for the character I had in mind. There's still some things I'd like to put for him, and maybe explain a few more abilities that come with his kinetic manipulation powers, but for right now I'd really like to get any input I can on him.

Name: Dirk Holmes
Alias(s): Prendergast
Age: 28
Affiliations: Corporate
Description:

Powers:
Kinetic control-The ability to manipulate, and shape kinetic energy. This is done by pulling kinetic energy from one source, and putting it somewhere else, and vice versa. With this he can cause a moving object to stop, or slow down(it all depends on the forces at play,) or make something else speed up.
Thermal manipulation-So refined is Holme's control over kinetic energy that he can manipulate it down at the atomic level, and In doing manipulate an object's temperature by causing the motion in a particle to rise or slow.
The biggest drawback to Dirk's power is that he's bound to the laws of physics just as everyone else. This leads to his major problems. Mostly its that energy can neither be created or destroyed. Though it appears he has a variety of abilities, really all he's doing is moving motion from one area of another. For example if a wall of ice freezes in front of him, its because he's slowing down the motion of the water molecules in front of him, but that doesn't mean the movement disappears. He's just putting it somewhere else like imprinting kinetic energy in the air around him so it goes up in temperature, or if he thrusts his blade at someone and it goes way too fast. He's not pulling kinetic energy out of nowhere, but drawing it from another source. A keen observer might notice the air around him cooling down, an increase of temperature in the ground around them, or a sudden stillness in the wind; any of which could be reactions from a sudden loss of motion.
The second biggest weakness for Holme's ability is that his range isn't infinite. At the most he's able to manipulate motion up to a distance of fifty feet. That's not to say that the effects of his powers stop at fifty, its just he can't make any changes to motion beyond that point.
Power aside, Dirk has the endurance of a regular human being, and that means he must take care not to allow himself to be damaged by exposing himself forces beyond what his body is capable of handling. A good example of this, other than obviously taking care not to expose himself to temperatures that are beyond what a human body could take, is using an increase in kinetic energy to add force to a punch. Yes, he could do more damage, but regardless of the amount of kinetic energy propelling his fist forward, he's still made of only blood and bone, and there's a limit to what that can take before being damaged. The same goes for if he's drawing or exerting motion dealing temperature. If he creates something too hot, or too cold, near enough, it will cause him bodily harm.
Also, he cannot manipulate the motions inside living tissue IE he can only manipulate forces outside of the human body
The only limitation that bothers Dirk, strangely enough, is a lack of an ability towards potential energy. For some reason, even though he's sure he should be able to, he isn't able to store energy into anything. That is to say, he's unable to store motion or power into anything..

Skills: Acting, Interrogation, Chemist, strategist, lock picking, stealth, Master of disguise, An above average understanding of physics, SOME fencing
Equipment: Lock picks, can saber, make-up kit
Ranking: A, I think