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Before responding, she looked up at the second floor, which was higher than a lot of second floors. Then she looked around, noting the lack of things with comparable height to the prison's second floor. "Of course." The red headed woman shook her head and let out a low sigh. "He had to be on the second floor. Why not? It would be a shame if he wasn't and things weren't complicated any more than they needed to be." The frown already on her face deepened so it was just about a stone's throw away from touching her chin. "Okay, we'll have to go a different way then." She raised her hands over her mouth, as a sort of microphone, and called out instructions, telling the kid not to leave, regardless of what happens, especially if he thinks its something that'll affect his pride. There was a short pause, and then the redhead said "Especially if its something your sure will effect your pride. Stay there, damn it. If you get moved, I'm not coming after you!"

Without waiting for a reply Abigail turned and raced across to the end of the building, and turned a corner. She stopped just in time, as another second worth of running and she would've went head first into one of the two marine sentries, going on their marine way, talking their tough guy, it would've been easier and quicker if I'd been the one fighting, talk. "Hey!" The first one said, pulling out his sword. "What do you think your doing here, running around like that." The second one did the same, and nodded, agreeing that the first one's question was the fine way it was worded and he didn't need to add anything to it.

"Okay then, we'll do things this way." Abigail said, popping her knuckles. "I'm here to drink beer and beat a couple of marine's to bloody pulps, and I'm all out of beer. "
By the time Abigail reached the outside of Block B she was certain it was the right one. There was a noise coming from inside it, almost like a singing group, but one with more enthusiasm that spirit. Sure, as far performing went they wouldn't get far, but it was certain they'd be able to rile up some drawing spirits. She stopped outside, and listened to the sound for awhile. She'd never heard this particular sea shanty before. It was pleasant, in the way that all songs about failure to surrender gracefully where.

With a smile she bend down, and picked up a stone. Hefted it in her hands, and admired the hard grey surface. Then she turned her attention back to the singing group. "Hey!" She snapped, tapping on a bar with the stone. "Is there a stupid kid in there, the kind that would try taking on a marine?"
If its alright. I think I have a way to introduce Jack in my next posting.
Block B, did she hear that right? It could've been C, or D for all she knew. Why did all the letters have such similar endings? Couldn't they speak in the nato-fanatic alphabet, and make things easier on her? Was that too much to ask, really? Why couldn't marines do anything right! She clenched her teeth and ground them together, and began moving forward, intent on taking out the guards when the large man vanished to wherever it was he needed to be. She'd just have to start at B, and then work her way through the other letters. At least A doesn't sound like everything else in the damn alphabet.

Abigail froze when the large man turned around and looked her direction. Instinctively her hand dropped to her left side, and clutched at nothing. "It's back on the boat!" She clenched her first, and got ready to make a run at him, but he stopped short and bent down to feed some rats. "Oh." She frowned, and took a step back, allowing for the shadows to further conceal her. "For the best, anyways. If I'm right about him, then bullets wouldn't do much good." It would be better to get in close, and cut him up before he could figure out what was going on. A shot, all that would likely do would warn him of danger.

Abigail waited for a few moments, watching the man, before turning, and slowly making her to where she thought the outside of Block B was. Maybe she could talk to the get through the cell bars, and get a better idea of what was inside. If not, there was always brute force, but that was something she liked keeping as a last resort.
So something mid-sized should work. I, personally would say a smaller group, but the problem with those are if one or two people loose interest, then the whole thing could get stalled. So, maybe 10-15 players.
What's the difference between powers and abilities? I get one is natural and the other is supernatural, but what does that mean?

Just putting this here to hold a space for now.

Abigail watched the large marine pick the boy up off the ground like he was picking up a pillow, and slung the limp form over his shoulder. Without looking around to see who was looking at him, the man started walking. Abigail, too curious about the lad who tried picking a fight with the marine, to leave him to his fate, followed. At first she did so from a distance, but the closer they go to the marine's prison, the closer she got. Not once did the man ever look behind him to see if there was someone following him. Not once did his body posture give any tell tale sign there was something of interest in the world him. It was obvious the man was too certain of himself to be give thought to someone trying to get him by surprise.

Was he human? Yes, she was sure a part of him had to be, but was that part the majority or the minority of his body. As she followed, she kept replaying the things that the people had told her, about the fight. The kid had gotten in the first punch, which from everyone involved, should've done some degree of damage, even to abs of steel, but that wasn't the case. The boy's fist hit, everyone saw it hit, but instead of going in, and pushing out all the air from the man's body, the fist just bounced back. Stomachs didn't do that. Sure, maybe someone had enough muscle control and strength to take a punch, and maybe harden around it, she could see that happen, but causing the arm to bounce back? No. A human body wasn't capable of left that.

This left just one possible reason. The man had eaten a devil fruit. It was certain. Which one though? There were so many, how could she possibly guess which? "Bouncing stomach." She muttered under her breath. "Bouncing. His body was rubbery." The only one that came to mind was the gum-gum fruit. "It has to be that one," but it didn't since she didn't know all the fruits by heart.

Someone called to the man. She didn't know who they were, but they were marines, so their personal identity didn't matter. They saluted the man, licking his boot, and said they were supposed to take the prisoner to his cell. They took him from the skunk, and Abigail followed them the rest of the way to the prison, wondering how she'd get the man out.
So should I post now, or would someone else like to first?
@Pie Flavor Well how far do you think would be far enough that they wouldn't be advanced enough?

How about a hundred years. Would that be better?


It depends on when the humans with super powers were discovered. You could do it three hundred years in the future, if you'd like, and say that people aren't really prepared for dealing with super humans since their just a very recent occurrence due to some recent phenomenon. I kind of like it that way a little more, because even people don't have very many specific means to deal with meta threats, their still equipped with some pretty nifty defenses.
So, hey y'all. I'm actually changing this very minimally so you guys have more creative access. I am putting this about three hundred years into the future. I am working on the OOC right now and I will get it up as soon as I can.

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If anyone has any ideas for futuristic weaponry and such, I would love to hear it.


Well, if human beings with powers are the semi-norm of the futuristic world, then the general population has to have some kind of defense against them, right? So what about some kind of gun that fires a dart, which inserts a chip, that turns off all but the most basic human functions?
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