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In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:07 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Well, that was awkward! Standing idly beside Morie, Beverly passively absorbed the statement Andy made that...She thinks was meant for the group as a whole? That alone was a bit funny, even if she herself didn't always have exactly outstanding social skills. That, and the fact that it was about the closest he'd gotten to acknowledging her beyond a wave. Had she done something wrong? Or...Oh God, it was the confetti thing, wasn't it? Oh, it had to be....Probably thought she was just some weirdo they happened to snatch up for this thing who could only make dumb party favors instead of anything useful.

Maybe that wasn't far off.

She could feel her mood declining again just at the thought of that, but luckily, her intrusive thoughts were cut through with a new arrival. Another one? Honestly, she was sorta surprised; Bev expected it to be a smaller team than what it was becoming, but the more the merrier! She hoped, at least...

The first thing she recognized was just how natural he acted. With the others, at least to some extent, Beverly had the sense they were a bit out of their depth just as she was, but not with Caiden. He strode in with confidence, off-handedly referring to the Director in a way that, while she couldn't quite pinpoint why, felt a tad mocking in tone. But on the bright side, he seemed to completely ignore the horrific confetti incident that had taken place on one side of the table.

She was...Conflicted. On one hand, Bev was in awe of how easily he carried himself even in a situation like this. She liked to believe she came off smooth and natural like that, but knew internally that she certainly did not. And he didn't make any fuss about the mess she made, thankfully. She was painfully aware how weird and dumb it had been for the people who were here for it, much less the newcomers. Still, though, with that casual, calm approach also came a sense of arrogance, or...Maybe cockiness was the right word? Similarly to how she saw Will act, but more...Tangible. Ugh, she was bad at putting stuff like this together. Point is, he was a mixed bag; one she wasn't eager to reach for quite yet. After all...

While she had nearly tugged at Memento to give the explanation that was practically eating at Bev, the elevator dinged once more....Though the occupant was quick to dart out of sight and out of mind. A girl way younger than most of the folks here, she could tell that much right off the bat. After a brief smile and a wave (Braces? Yikes, she could've related to that a few years back too...), she scurried off to the side, securing herself a position on the comfortable sofa in one of the edges of the lounge.

Workshop was eager to return to the subject at hand that felt like it kept getting deflected by each little thing occurring, but she couldn't help but found herself stopped when Jane spoke up, asking a simple question; why them?....W-Wasn't it the same for everyone? Looking around a little perplexed, she came to the sudden realization that, perhaps, not everyone was actually in the same boat here....

If she felt ostracized before, the feeling intensified with this discovery.

If the others weren't here for the kind of reasons she was, well...W-Why were they here? Her mind began filtering through some options, but she immediately ground that to a halt with a harshened brow, physically tossing those thoughts back. It...There had to be a good explanation for everyone. But...She noticed none of the others (beyond Andrew, which honestly, even in her limited interactions with the guy, didn't surprise her) were eager to speak up about their circumstances. Even Jane herself, who had brought it up...

For once, Beverly didn't feel like speaking up.

Y'know, speaking of Andy....Bev could feel her face shift from that forced expression to hold the tide on those vile thoughts to sheer confusion. Did...Did he just compare this whole thing to a gosh-darn Found Family troupe? She couldn't help but stare, baffled. Was....Was he serious? I mean, she appreciated a good movie or maybe some comics or the like from time to time, but they're just stories. Don't exactly apply 1:1 on real life most times. Her opinion was definitely starting to shift on 'Hope'. Sure, she thought he was maybe a little off before, but I mean, what Parahuman isn't? Scientifically speaking, at least, heh....But now, he came off as strangely disconnected from things, and eager for approval from anyone, though especially from a few....Including Overclock, 'course. Sheesh.

Didn't help that immediately after Mr. Director spoke up about the leadership thing (speaking of, talk about scary! Bev couldn't imagine telling anyone what to do, much less a group of Capes!), he went right back around to voting for Overclock. She didn't even recognize the sound as it left her mouth, but she actually scoffed a bit. Seriously, what was his obsession? Plenty of other hero-types to idolize, instead of the Friendly Neighborhood Trespasser. Hmph...

However, she didn't get to dwell on those bitter feelings for long as he...Also asked about their pay? Didn't he even read the contracts? I mean, sure, Bev had skimmed, but even she knew how much they were making! And it was no small sum, either...A bit awkward, truth be told, when she'd have to hide all this extra cash behind her mum's back and not do anything too big with her pay. Maybe she'd just funnel it into more stuff to let her Tinker...

Oh! Or there was that new snow-cone place, Dr. Freezy's! That'd be nice....Was it weird she wanted snow cones when it was cold as tits outside? Maybe.

At this point, it caught her completely off-guard when Morgan referred to her again. Right, the Powers! Admittedly, she wasn't expecting what Memento asked for, but she mentally shrugged it off. If she couldn't trust the girl to give her a nick, then they wouldn't make very good teammates, right? And besides, Bev had already decided she was a friend to her; no need to hesitate with something like this. "Go right ahead!" With a smile, she stuck her forearm out. Truth be told, she barely felt a thing when Morie gave her scratch. Partially because of how little she'd put into it, and also because, admittedly, Beverly got pretty used to bumps and scrapes and the sort in her early days of Tinkering. Even a few scars, luckily out of sight and out of mind. Some of those were downright embarrassing...

She watched intently, not sure what to really expect. In movies and stuff, healing always came with fancy glowing lights and whatnot. This?...Not so much. Granted, the sudden dissolving of her minor mark, only to see it crop up on Memento's arm, elicited a small "Oh!" from the Tinker gal. Transferal of wounds? Wait, no, that didn't quite add up. Something more...Intrinsic going on, but she doubted it was something Morie recognized, given that she herself considered it something so simple. This puzzled look on Beverly's face snapped quickly as Memento spoke up again, trying to explain her power more in-depth.

Even as Morie thought she'd prattled on for too long, the enthralled look on Beverly's face spoke otherwise. She had taken it all in, and was equal parts excitedly intrigued by the peculiar complexities of her ability...And concerned by the very nature of it, like self-harm getting taken to some weird extreme. Still, the sparkle of interest in her eyes was genuine, as was the concern that was soon to follow. For now, though...

"Gosh, that's crazy! So, uh, well, I can't say for sure, cuz, well, it ain't my power 'n all, but I think ya do a bit more than jus' take on wounds! If yer deal really deals with biomass manipulation, it prolly just generates an identical wound for simplicity's sake; yer just handin' off raw material for the, uh, healee's body to work with! Ya could prolly control where it takes that material from if ya put your mind to it!" Beverly beamed, unaware just how much she had prattled on for that, before awkwardly continuing with a new edge of worry in her voice.

"B-but, well...Even if ya got copies, the fact it's still harmin' your body means ya should use it conservative-like. For extreme stuff, y'know? And, heck" She couldn't help but giggle a bit, still in excitement of this thought. "Maybe ya let Janey take a crack at it first! Ooh, I know I'd dig some metal digs, hehe...Maybe, like, multi-tool fingers or somethin'. Aw, that'd be cool as heck!" For a while, Bev seemed ensnared in this thought yet again, wiggling her digits in front of her in amusement. Gosh, that kinda add-on would be super convenient! Though, she did like her normal fingers too....Difficult call.

However, when Overclock spoke up about her ability, from equal parts perhaps slightly unfair annoyance at him, and a desire to respect Memento's own agency in the matters, she puffed up and spoke after Fukuda, too, had tried to push away from such a topic. "Well, all I'll say is that I trust her to handle her own. After all, we're gonna be a team, yeah? I think we all could use the benefit of the doubt for each other, y'know?" Unsubtly, she glanced to Overclock for that last bit, just as much referring to Memento here as she was to herself. Honestly...He seemed to have a talent for taking one thing and blowin' it outta proportions!

Luckily, a nudge from the lady in question snapped her from that negative headspace. "Huh?" Glancing back, she saw her give a nod in the direction of the little braces-gal who had popped up. Oh! Well, that was something she could get behind. And besides, that couch did look pretty comfy. Trotting away from the main table alongside Memento, they both took a seat in the spacious sofa next to Carmen, though Bev did her sit-down a bit more...Audibly.

"Plop! Oooh, they are as comfy as I thought!"

Adjusting her new comfortable seating, she felt it was only right to introduce herself just as Morie had; oh, and speaking of, that name was so cute! It even had a sort of naming thing with her Cape name; Memento Morie....Oh. Oh! While she didn't verbally say anything, after that lightbulb moment, a grin placed on her face for a few moments. Way more clever than Workshop...

Oh, introductions! Whipping around to face Carmen, she gave a bright smile. "Hiya, name's Beverly! Bev for friends. Which we can be, if ya want." She gave a little wink alongside the comment, trying to pull on her natural charm. She's had a few people call her cute before, though she never really knew how to respond to stuff like that. But hey, if it maybe made her feel more approachable (as she always hoped she was), all the better!

For a moment, the three sat in a small silence as Sean was busy introducing himself. Huh...Weird to think it was only now she knew his name, after that crazy incident. Well, didn't change her thoughts on the matter, even if he was acting pretty nice now....Okay, so MAYBE Bev was being a tad harsh. But so was he! As long as he was gonna keep actin' like that around her, she'd play her side too! However, that train of thought was shattered by an abrupt ring near the end of his introduction. Wait, was it...?

Bev almost reached into her coat to try and find her cell, also in the process only now realizing she had still been wearing it. She just about set to taking it off when the surprisingly serious nature of the actual call involving Mr. Fukuda caught her. Something was definitely happening, and she didn't have a good feeling about it. Against her will, her hands had idly found their way back to the Confetti Sphere (name pending) and had begun fiddling with it once more. Strangely enough, she noticed it didn't feel any lighter even after the load it had dropped on her. Odd...

Just as soon as that call ended, he started up another one with....Elton? Oh, Miss Fashionista! Just hearing the name brought a smile; that lady was like Fukuda's polar opposite, which she supposed was fitting, given her position of Vice Director. Apparently he was getting her to come down, though not after what sounded like a bit of a shouting match on the other end. Yikes! Eventually, though, the Director took his seat once more, and gazed across those present.

"Looks like things will be getting interesting today, Wards."

Something about the statement caused Beverly's anxious energy about the whole thing to spike. What did that mean?! Was something serious happening? Were they in trouble somehow? She had picked up on him bringing up the Guardians, how were they involved? Too many variables playing in her head, with nothing concrete enough to work with. She eventually settled to taking a deep, steadying breath.....Just hope for the best.

And prepare for the worst.

She kept tinkering.
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:07 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Caiden. Damn. Some small part of Fukuda almost wished this kid hadn't shown up; his record was poor, even by the standards of the other low bars set by Jane and Wilbur, and his attitude was, well....His entrance spoke volumes to that. When asked for a pair of the earbuds, the Director obliged...Though admittedly, it seems he accidentally put a little too much force into it as it slid across the table, gut-checking the boy briefly before landing on the table proper. "Ah, my bad; must've slipped a bit. Been a long day, you know? Glad to have you, Crosspoint." Straight and to the point, completely sliding off the minor incident before a brow could even be raised over it.

Somehow, the Director doubted it was 'family trouble' that held him from being on time, though it wouldn't do him any good bringing that up now; something to talk to his mother about though, certainly. Still, he actually took a seat. Better than some others...And speaking of others, the smallest of The Wards made her quiet debut as she popped from the elevator and scurried off to the side, as if trying to hide herself in the cushions of the couch.

Can't say he was surprised; while he didn't know all the facts, just from meeting her mom Fukuda had a decent idea of her upbringing, because that woman was a certified hardass. Even by his standards. So she was probably concerned with some form of retribution for tardiness. Y'know, for people like Caiden, perhaps he would humor something of that sort...But he doubted Carmen had done anything to earn it. So, giving her a sideways glance, he said nothing. Just the smallest nod, and the glint of an object hurtling through the air; her set of earbuds, of course. He wasn't certain she'd catch it, even if his angle was, as always, impeccable, but even if she didn't, the cushions would serve as a nice landing spot.

Of course, Fukuda was keeping an ear out for other conversation; namely, the one between Wilbur and Andrew. A manipulator and a kid who seemed to be completely lacking in insight. Concerning. Yeah, he'd need to keep an eye on that development for certain. Still, that meant he caught the boy's off-handed remarks on the leadership position, which earned a roll of eyes from the Director. However, back on the topic of leadership, what Sean spoke of caught Fukuda's interest. "You raise a fair point. In an ideal world, you all could deliberate and handle things amongst yourselves. Ultimately, though..." Fukuda's gaze seemed to turn a bit darker in the moment, gazing across all those gathered. "In situations like these, we'll need someone we can trust to make the right calls in the heat of the moment." He quickly pivoted from that topic though, a small and low chuckle escaping the Director. "Still, it's a bit too early to be pointing fingers on that regards, especially with people you've only just met." That last remark seemed pointed towards Andrew, as he gave the motor-mouthed youth a brief look of...Not quite anger, but perhaps irritation.

"...And even then, once you do have a proper leader, I'll still be expecting you all to collaborate properly and work things out as a team. Under good circumstances, the roll of the leader would effectively just be managing the group as best you can on-field, and occasionally being the...Tiebreaker, of sorts." Of course, normally, leaders would also be expected to keep an eye on their fellow members, both moderating them and being there to extend a hand whenever necessary, but...Well, that was just unrealistic for a bunch of messed-up teens like this; he'd leave it to Fashionista.

His attention was broken off from this interactions as -quite shockingly- Jane spoke up to him, inquiring why they in particular were chosen (with a slight assumption of the latest arrivals also being the last). Great. She asked a question where pretty much any answer that had a modicum of the truth would sound bad in some regard. What, was he gonna say 'Oh, we just cast a wide net, and you're the ones who happened to get on board.'? No. And that's not even mentioning Jane herself or Wilbur, who have quite specific reasons they were brought aboard, beyond, of course the kindness of Fukuda's (or more accurately, Vice Director Elton's) heart. Hm...

"Without getting too into it at this juncture, you were all chosen for your own reasons, and in the case of some of you, you approached us." When making that claim, his eyes ever-so-briefly gazed over Andrew, Beverly, Aaliyah and Morgan. A strange bunch, but they were all ones who willingly got involved in this. Somewhere deep in him, a pang of...Something, hit him. The fact only four of them were here under, at least seemingly, honest pretenses stung. The others were practically press-ganged in, even if it didn't look that way for some of the circumstances.

"As for you lot being the last, well....That may be true for now. Complications might've arisen with other applicants, so they may show up in the future." That was the best he could manage without blatantly saying 'Hey, I pretty much got into contact with every Parahuman youth I could get my hands on, and you're the lot that popped up'. It would have to do. Of course, though, Gray Man had to open his damn mouth about them just happening to be the ones whose guardians were willing to sign off for this.

Hell, half the kids here barely had guardians.

"You may have a point there, Wilbur. Most people know the risks with this kind of position, and are rightfully afraid. Still, perhaps we can avoid digging into everyone's circumstances, mmm?" He kept his polite air, but the intention behind this was clear to Will; can it. As for why he would refer to him by his proper name? Probably spite. Sean spoke up about it too, of course using the chance to make a jab at the PRT in the process. Really? Now? "As for your opinion there, Overclock, it's understandable. And while it's true we can make no guarantee of safety, it's in our utmost interests to keep you all safe. Hell, He continued on, a brief laugh escaping him. "you kids are the reason we've got our own Guardians now, here to keep an eye out for you all. And if a guy like Risen can't keep you safe, then I'll eat my tie."

A bit of deflection never hurt; it was easy to make their safety sound more ensured with the Redline Guardians being behind them, especially a guy like Risen. He was pretty much a local legend here, and even foreigners out-of-country knew a bit about the guy. Not just anyone can get cut in half and walk it off. It...Went a bit unspoken, but if a guy like Risen really couldn't keep you safe, then things were pretty bad. Luckily, Fukuda couldn't think of a single thug or villain in Redline who could really, truly, get the edge on this place's resident zombie hero.

The conversation kept flowing for a bit, and he caught the fact that Beverly and Morgan slid off to the side, with her making a small showcase of that ever-so-coveted healing trick and explaining to Workshop the other details of her ability. Annoying, for certain, especially with how not-so-subtly he'd tried to tell her that it wouldn't do anyone any good if she kept talking about it, but not unbearable.

Then Overclock got involved. Of course.

Fukuda, being the more aware of the two, had no need to press Morgan over details of her ability as some method of sussing some deep-seated negative traits. He had initially taken Sean to be a pretty smart kid, having managed himself for a few years on the streets, even if he never really tangled with some proper villains. Guess that called shot was a ways off, because casually asking stuff like that was quite...Pointed. And not in the positive sense. In the case of Beverly, at least she'd been rather broad about it, and in her case the thing she was after was blatantly obvious; her absurd sense of curiosity. His statements...Didn't give off the same sense, not in the slightest.

Clearing his throat a bit in an attempt to regain some of the attention, Fukuda spoke up. "Perhaps you should trust her to disclose details like that at her own discretion. Ultimately, I'll trust her to make her own decisions and understand her own limits, and I expect everyone to do the same for your fellow members." There, clear the air a bit; shift the focus from the singular girl and onto the group as a whole. Prying where others didn't want you to pry, in a room with a bunch of volatile, powered teenagers, was a recipe for disaster. One that he doubted Sean concerned himself with much, but that wasn't an excuse for it.

Ironically enough, the statement tied in well with what Fukuda could judge was the intent behind Overclock's long-awaited introduction; trying to seem less like the hero Overclock, and more like, well, Sean. A fellow kid. Perhaps that'd numb Andy's fan-factor a touch. They both could hope...

Abruptly, as he finished his long-winded intro to his fellow Wards, the Director's cell went off. Raising a single finger to invoke at least some level of silence, he stalked away from the table for a moment, sliding the phone out from his suit's folds and seeing who exactly was calling at a time like this.

...Crap.

No hesitation, he answered, raising the phone to his ear while his eyes remained set on the teenagers, silently enforcing their own silence, at least for now. It made each sentence and word that came from the Director seem all the louder.

"This is Director Fukuda. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Brief chatter on the other end, going unheard by The Wards. "...You're kidding me. Right now?" For once, Atsushi seemed to make little effort to hide his irritation, a small scowl curling onto his face. "...Can I at least get a heads-up? How long do we have?" More words exchanged. Fukuda's next words were barely a whisper, certainly meant to go unheard by the kids, though perhaps those more perceptive might catch it."An hour?...Give or take an hour?!" The dialogue from the other end seemed to grow in volume slightly, and in the strictness of the tone. With a sigh of defeat, Fukuda gave one more response before hanging up.

"...I'll see to it that our Guardians are alerted, and that The Wards...Get prepared." After the call ended, he didn't even spare the kids a glance as he immediately called up someone else.

"Elton?" Whoever was on the other end sounded like they didn't take kindly to that. Scrunching his brow, he replied. "Okay, Fashionista. Get your ass down here, with the cards. We've got a bit of an emergency." What sounded like more complaining from the other end, to which the Director replied with a clear edge in his voice, seemingly just as irritated as Fashionista on the other end was. "Yeah, I know this is bad! You don't need to tell me! Listen, I'll..." Composing himself again, he straightened his voice up once more. "I'll make it clear to the higher-ups that this isn't tolerable. At the very least, maybe we can get some recompense for this shit..." Shouting could distinctly be heard from his cell, though with how quickly Fukuda had pulled it from his ear and cupped it in both hands, the exact words were too muffled to be made out. Eventually, when he was certain that was over, he brought it back up.

"Of course I meant for them! I'm not that shallow, Rachel. Just...Get down here." With that, the call had ended, no doubt with the room's eyes now on the Director. Christ alive, this was a miserable start...Begrudgingly, he approached his seat once more. What was already a stoic, unreadable expression now had a certain edge to it; a war face.

"Looks like things will be getting interesting today, Wards."
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Meant to do this earlier, but Siren's accepted! Although I might get in DMs or the sort on a few particulars involving her Power, but it shouldn't be big. Get her in Characters! :D
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Crosspoint

"Hey man, no worries. After all, I'm sure you'll make it up to me."


The literal edgy boi, Caiden, otherwise to be known as Crosspoint, is accepted!
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:04 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Atsushi couldn't suppress his groan that immediately followed the outburst of Workshop's latest gizmo. This was the first official day and there'd already been an incident. Taking a breath to collect himself, he was surprised to find his eyes drawn to a blueish rift in space, from which walked a quite last-minute arrival. Gress. Well, that's a pleasant surprise, though he found a slight frown crossing his face from the abrupt use of her Power. Was it that much of a hassle to use a damn elevator? And speaking of...

How had she used her Power to get here? Last Fukuda remembered, the files guessed that her ability was restricted either by line of sight, or at least a clear vision of the location in mind. She had neither for this. Huh...Turning his attention for a brief moment, the Director slid out his datapad and filed in some new information. Though, returning to what was at hand, he couldn't help but cringe as she mentioned the confetti, and his glance skimmed to the fresh pile of colored paper that had practically entombed Workshop. Still, he gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement, and a brief comment.

"Of course, happy to have you. Although...I ask you refrain from excess use of your Power."

With that handled, he could focus on other matters, such as the fact Morgan was helping the poor girl who had become buried alive in her own folly. Glad someone did it, because he had a feeling that if it came down to him, it'd just make Workshop feel worse than he was certain she likely did. Though her introduction certainly was lacking...Especially when it came to her abrupt mention of a mere facet of her Power. That might give the wrong ideas. Clearing his throat after she spoke up, the Director addressed all the youths gathered once more.

"While yes, Memento possesses the capability to heal, it's far from her main trait. I'll ask you all refrain from anything too foolhardy just because she said she could patch you up." Fukuda gave a strained smile. Seriously, of all the things for her to mention, it had to be the part that would complicate things most? Sheesh.

While Fukuda hadn't paid much mind to what Andrew and Will were speaking about, he couldn't help a slight smirk appearing on his own face as he picked up the whisper of a curse from the Master boy. An eye for an eye, kid...And besides, this would have to happen eventually, and Gray Man certainly hadn't done anything to earn the right to do it himself.

Then the kid turned the charm on as he spoke to the rest, obviously testing the waters and gauging reactions. Well, more accurately, it was obvious to the Director; people like Wilbur were a dime a dozen when it came to how they acted, and he was all too familiar. However, Fukuda's eyes lay upon the boy in a low glare as he felt it. It was a brief static of the mind, easily shrugged off thanks to the light distortion of noise offered by these earbuds, but still, Levin had tried it.

His glare turned into a sigh as he realized the latest arrival actually was being affected. Little shit...

Not respecting Wilbur with a verbal response, he slid out another case to Aaliyah to equip herself with. Said and done with. The kid was already trying his patience, and it hadn't even been ten minutes. Christ...The Director pinched the brow of his nose in mild annoyance, taking a moment to recollect himself again.

Then, sweet mother of God why, Andrew asked him and Will if he was...Socializing right? Another sigh escaped Fukuda. "Andrew...The fact you need to ask should probably be a bad sign." What the hell was this? Between him and Jane, Fukuda was convinced the social skills of this group plummeted. He'd sooner let Beverly on Tonight With K&C than even imagine these two trying to hold anything akin to a normal conversation. "...And on another note, kid, it's not a good look to use your Power like that." Wasn't exactly subtle either, with all the hair-changing and shit. Probably didn't even understand how that kind of thing was an invasion of privacy in its own right, on par with Gray Man...Except he couldn't just bug Tech Wizard about something like this. Also, damn, he was pretty sure this guy had the attention span of a goldfish with how quickly he jumped from one person to another with comments, although he only gave the two Tinkers the barest minimum of interaction. Hell was that about?

...Then he started asking about what they were doing. Great. Well, had to get this out of the way. "...To answer your questions, yes, no, and no. While they'd be late at this point, there are a few others that might be making an appearance. When it comes to an assignment, I mean..."

Fukuda rubbed his temple a bit, trying to stay level-headed. This was the first day, and he was already asking about assignments? Fucking hell..."...Currently, no. Today will mostly be briefing, getting to know each other, and become familiar with your Headquarters down here. At most, if we're good on time, there'll be some nighttime patrols to get you all started. As for a leader..."

The Director shared a glance with Sean. Yeah....No. For a plethora of reasons, there was probably no way the kid would (or rather, should) be running the team. But how to break it..."...While it's true Overclock here has, bar none, the most experience in handling these scenarios amongst you all, and is one of the eldest members here, I'd prefer everyone get a say on that matter, and perhaps test the waters on the field before you go pointing fingers. We may still have a surprise leader in our midst yet." God, he hoped so. Truth be told, most of them didn't feel like leader material one way or another. Maybe Aaliyah? She was one of the older kids here, seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and doesn't come packed with all the issues of Overclock...But beyond her, the others were probably too young for the responsibility, or shouldn't (or in a certain case, couldn't) be trusted to handle the kind of pressure that position has. Tricky...

At least his attention was taken away as Jane made her...'Introduction'. Honestly, Fukuda had to resist the urge to slam his head into the desk then and there. Christ alive girl, telling them that you'll hook them up with some prosthetics? Holding the groan that built in his throat was the most monumental task the Director had faced yet.



Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:04 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Beverly could vaguely make out the arrival of a new person, though strangely found the ring of the elevator absent. However, her main concern was hearing the confetti comment, digging her head deeper into the pile with a moan of shame that went unheard. Beyond that, the bits and pieces she heard from the new arrival (Aal...Something? Ally?) sounded nice enough. Maybe if this weren't such a miserable situation, she'd take some solace in that.

Truth be told, when she could feel a hand reach out to help her out, she almost didn't want to take it. Maybe she'd be better off sitting in the pile, spitting out paper wads...But eventually, her drive to make something of this mess outmatched her despair at making such a colossal flop in front of all these people. With a grunt of effort, she popped out like a zombie crawling from its grave, latching onto the chair for support as she rose up with the aid of Morgan, sputtering out pieces of confetti as she did.

She almost missed the girl asking if she was okay; Bev had been too caught up in the looks of others. She was never too great at reading others, so all the glances she saw as she had been yanked from her self-made tomb were ones of disinterest at best, or cruel amusement at worst. Still, shaking paper from her hair as best she could, she mustered up a big smile for Morie. She'd earned that much. "Awful sweet of ya to help me out, thanks. And I'm f-" With a bit of a cough, a few stray pieces of white and blue drifted from Beverly's mouth. Her spirit sank just a bit lower, another fragment of mirth sucked from her voice. "...I'm fine."

Bev actually jerked forward a bit when the girl pulled out of her grasp. She'd been so caught up with everything she'd plum forgot! Catching herself, she gave a laugh, one a bit more awkward than she was used to. "Oh, M'bad! Still collectin' myself 'n all." She hadn't expected Morie to immediately transition over to picking the colorful confetti off of her, and couldn't hide the slight surprise in her face, which soon shifted to a warm smile. Well, she could at least say with certainty she was one of the good ones! Though, when she awkwardly shifted to making her introduction, Beverly couldn't help but feel that some of Morgan's nervous energy was her fault. She didn't stay on that train of thought for long, however, when she suddenly spoke a few mere words.

"I can heal you."

Beverly blinked a few times, having a double take. "...A-Are ya serious? I mean, Iunno much 'bout Parahumans, but ain't that sorta a big deal?" She looked to Fukuda for confirmation as he spoke up in retaliation to Memento's claim. "Oh, it's like, a part of it...Makes more sense. Still, that's super neat! Could I, uh, ask 'bout the full deal? I'm awful curious now, hehe.." When Memento drifted back, almost unconsciously on her part, Bev found herself standing up and sticking next to her instead of the rest of the table. She...Didn't want to talk with them for a minute. Still, even then, she couldn't stop herself from digging in the confetti pile beforehand, yanking back out....A perfectly intact sphere.

'Not an explosive! Knew it!' Beaming with a small bit of pride in herself yet again at the small discovery, she pocketed....Whatever the hell that thing actually was, and stuck herself next to Morgan. If she just kept her mouth busy, then hopefully she'd be able to ignore that urge to go messing with the darn thing again for a few seconds...

Though she found her attention yanked from her Confetti Savior for a moment when Jane, the other Tinker in the room, had finally spoken up. And....Well, her passion was restored when they brought up their talents, and a promise for an awesome prosthetic should they end up horribly maimed! While the others were probably very understandably offset by it, Beverly beamed with a thumbs-up towards the scruffy young lady. "I'll hold ya to it, Janey! That'd be awesome!" As if already imagining it, she was flexing her right arm around a bit, trying to envision a world where she, too, had a dope metal arm.
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location(s): Paradox Engine (Central Controls, Testing Grounds, Luncheon Room)


KITT's work had borne fruit...Of some fashion. The connection between the highly-advanced automobile and these far more sophisticated terminals was tenuous at best, but still, it gave insight. Where others would have seen an incomprehensible language of alien glyphs and letters, luckily, KITT could read something a bit more understandable; code. That was able to cross a language barrier with surprising ease.

Even then, however, it became apparent to the supercomputer that these computational devices were suffering from a number of internal complications, though the source was unclear. Most of them, beyond the terminal that offered visuals onto some of the locales of the station, were undergoing some form of reboot, clearing the systems out alongside the unknown errors. Still, in this abrupt purge, fragments of information could be gathered. The main piece that was recovered seemed to be a conversation between two individuals, the recording transferring from the terminal to KITT himself. The first one to speak sounded male, perhaps in his early 20s, with a female who spoke as if she were some form of authority figure, clearly older, though not by an extreme amount.

"The Paradox Engine is stable. Core output reading positive..."

"What about the Gates?"

"Functioning as expected. We've begun creation of our first simulations. Which universes do you propose we test first, after the initial runs?"

"Get us simulations of the Omniverse, B10. The First Thinker might be able to grant us insight into..."

Abruptly, a painful and rough bout of coughing could be heard. Then a collapse, as if an individual had fallen, hitting hard steel.

"Matriarch? Are you alright?"

The movement of the individuals could be heard, likely being the youth helping his senior find her standing once more.

"Yes...Yes. It has passed, for now. But this is proof we do not have time to waste in these matters. Finding a remedy for The Decay is our utmost priority....Create simulations for DP Prime and POP Prime. DP's ectoplasmic-based entities might provide solutions, and if not, then perhaps the magic present in POP..."

"...The Patriarch told us not to risk contact with magic, or magical entities, of any sort. He claimed they were too unpredictable. Ma'am, are you...?

"....We do not have the luxury of fear, not anymore. We must find our answers, no matter how many stones we must turn, false universes we must upend...The choice was taken from us the moment the first of us fell ill."

"...The preparations will be made, ma'am."

"...And Castellan?"

"Ma'am?"

"You can call me by my name. Titles mean nothing now."

"...Of course, Laris."

The recording ended, just as the final piece of the terminal's reset complete, severing KITT from the system abruptly. What exactly it all meant? That was left for the supercomputer to puzzle together, but considering this was salvageable from such alien and highly advanced hardware, perhaps there would be more to discover...


The interior of the room Agumon had promptly busted into was freezing beyond belief; definitely several degrees below zero, at least. The room, surprisingly, seemed larger than the cafeteria itself, a spanning space of shelves bitten with frost, covered end-to-end with either two things. One was a tightly-sealed cannister, a glass-like outer covering revealing what lied beneath, which appeared to be some strange, purplish substance. It looked....Mushy, for lack of better term, but maybe edible? Must be, considering it was the only thing in this area that could qualify as food. As for the other....

In similar cannisters with labels that, just like the others, couldn't be read by the human or Digimon respectively, there was housed a cool blue liquid. Clearly not water, but also obviously intended to be some kind of drink, though it was unlike any the pair had seen before. Something about all of this felt distinctly alien to them. Fitting, given the situation. Regardless, for better or worse, it looked like they'd found lunch. Maybe it'd be good? Hard to say. The purple glop, at least, didn't look too appetizing...

Strangely enough though, behind them, they could hear an unusual sound, like a liquid being swished around...It was the remains of the door, having turned to an almost mercury-like consistency, before forming back into the solid shape of the door once more, completely repaired. Thankfully, it didn't shut on them, reforming to stay open and allowing the frigid air of the room to drift into the luncheon room proper.



Location: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation: Techadon Invasion), Testing Grounds.

Mentions: Bonesaw @Lewascan2, Cyrus @Randomness, Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame, Horus/Terra @Dead Cruiser, Redmaw @Atlantic, Asta @XoXKieroBombXoX.


A perfectly executed assault, thanks in no small part to young Riley. And once the titan fell, the other pieces fell into place, working at the machine as best they could (though Driscoll was quick to note the hesitance on Shadow Moth's part); Horus worked away at the other end, halting its recover for now, while the red-headed florakinetic snared up the arms, preventing any retaliation or defense on its part as a line of flame from the beast dubbed 'Houndoom' bored into the Techadon's head. Cyrus' prediction was correct; just as Flamethrower had failed against the minor machines, it would not finish the work against this colossal variant. Still...It might be enough.

Freeing his other arm from Bonesaw's grasp, the Forever King took to battle once more, his cannon shifting back into the proper state as he generated a greatsword of energy and lunged forward, a warcry carried across the war-torn winds of the plains. Driving the blade home, it tore into the softened, heated metal near the base of the head, wedging its way through in a painstakingly slow process. No...This wouldn't do it! As he pushed further, mustering all the strength his suit could bear, Driscoll could feel it reforming internally, sluggishly pushing back his assault.

Further down, the end of the torso was growing resilient, taking more and more blows from Horus to even make a mark. The arms had begun flexing, glowing as if super-heated as the plant matter holding them down began to sear and melt away. At this rate...

Then he heard the roar.

In spite of himself, he turned from the true threat to bear witness to what could only be described as some form of mechanical rex, charging forth with a whir of fury escaping the gigantic maw of the entity. It was no Techadon, that much was certain. In that moment, the Forever King couldn't afford to move his attention away, whirling back to his painstaking process of pushing into the head. It was then the metallic beast made its assault, breaking into the torso of the machine, and loosening the connection to the head just enough. This was the moment.

Without hesitation, the Forever King gave up on his original tactic, pulling away from the head for just a moment. At first, it looked as if he was giving up...Until he raised a hand to the suit's chest, opening the cavity to reveal...Something. A power source, it seemed. A spherical container hooked into the armor with several thick, large cords and wires, which Driscoll promptly disconnected for his purposes. Inside the sphere, one could barely make out a small, glowing orb, almost like a miniature sun, practically pulsating with power...

Taking the sphere in one hand, he brought it towards the other arm as a new section unfolded itself; an area to implement the sphere directly. Under normal circumstances, the suit's on-board Artificial Intelligence could've diverted the power itself, allowing for brief, monumental improvements in certain aspects of the suit. He'd have to be more hands-on for now.

He unceremoniously shoved the Sub-Energy into the new socket, and one could see the waves of energy travel through the arm, as if it were supercharged. With that, he turned back to the Techadon, as it could barely move its head towards the former Plumber. The Forever King only had one thing to say.

"You have lost."

With extreme force, he shoved the empowered arm into the base of the machine's head once more, pulling with an amount of force that was downright absurd. Forming a twisted game of tug-of-war with the tyrannosaurus mech, with the Techadon as the rope, it finally gave way as Driscoll sent the head careening off the machine into the sky, before landing with a resounding thud a few moments later.

It was done. And they had their spoils of war.

Taking a shaky breath of relief, the King set about to restoring the Sub-Energy to its proper location before any notable power less could happen to the suit, the hatch closing snugly behind it afterwards. He now took the time to look upon the strange new machine that had, seemingly, aided them. He had noted that the roar occurred only moments after Horus gave a command to advance. Perhaps it reciprocated orders?

He would humor it.

Looking up to the construct, Driscoll cleared his throat before he spoke up."Follow." A simple command. Whether it followed it or not would be interesting to see. Regardless, there were surprisingly more pressing matters. His gaze crossed the battlefield, assessing those who had aided him. For the most part, they seemed fine; most certainly worse for wear, but not injured or debilitated. Perhaps aside from Cyrus. Seems he was too comfortable letting his pet do his work, given how tossed-around and worn he appeared. But he was alive.

The Forever King was preparing to address the lot when he spotted it; just behind little Bonesaw, as if formulated from nothingness, stood...A fixture, of some sort. Driscoll would never claim to be wholly familiar with alien technology, but if he were to hazard a guess, it appeared to be a gate of some kind. It looked too small for him to properly walk through, though as he found himself approaching, he abruptly halted as it adjusted to his height. Intriguing...

Before he could make any further moves, the device seemed to fire up, an incandescent swirl of colors forming something akin to a portal, practically beckoning them forward. Shaking the shock off, he turned to the rest as he strode aside his battlefield companion, addressing all of them with a wave of his arm towards the space distortion.

"I believe we have found our exit."

He didn't intend to sit around and wait; with any luck, this would return him home. Barring that, at the very least he'd be freed from the hellscape these plains had become. Without hesitation or fear, the Forever King took his first steps through the gateway...

Terra placed her palm against the reader, and the brief buzz of a scan was brought to life, crossing her hand several times over. Abruptly...It spoke. "Terra Grayson, from Universe INV Prime. Accepted." After addressing her, she could suddenly feel a brief suction of air; not nearly enough to yank her or Asta anywhere, but enough to be noticeable, as the gateway fixture now housed a swirl of colors that the Viltrumite hero could recognize as some form of portal, though not any she were familiar with.

It was then the metal hands pushed through, clinging to either side of the gateway to draw themselves through, as on their end the device shifted size to accommodate the new arrival; a figure clad in heavy-set, steel-grey armor, a red cape billowing behind the entity as it rose to full height after emerging, at first staring above the pair before turning its gaze downwards, revealing a cracked visor.

Hm. Driscoll couldn't have claimed to anticipate this. Everywhere he looked, devices similar to the one which he had just arrived from lined the walls. Offline, from his quick judgment. The rest of the layout was simple, the area made of a metal he couldn't lay his finger on, though clearly not of earthly make. Then...The two new strangers. Teenagers, if he were to guess. Great. Still, it wouldn't do him any good to enter a room with blatant hostility.

After letting the two step back, as they likely would with the surprise appearance of an armored figure that stood head and shoulders above them, he gave them a bow. "Greetings. You may refer to me as the Forever King....Where exactly might we be?"
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:02 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


The next face to show up was one that actually surprised the Director; Jane Rosner. Truth be told, with how she'd barely managed through the interview process, he hadn't expected her to muster the courage to walk through the front door, much less make it to The Wards' Lounge. He cracked a small smile. Perhaps things weren't so hopeless if someone like her could find the drive to make it here.

The smile dropped as quickly as it formed, giving a curt nod to the awkward Tinker, waving with her scrap-metal prosthetic. "Good to have you. Go ahead and take a seat." Well, this made for two. Both of the Tinkers. Huh, what a weird coincidence. He casually motioned towards the seats lining the rounded table, mostly towards the end away from himself and Workshop. If he had a decent grasp on this girl, he knew she'd keep her distance....But he couldn't just have her milling about either.

The next one was less surprising, though the stunt he'd pulled mere minutes ago was a different story entirely....Regardless, he was here....And Fukuda was quick to note the brief change of face upon just seeing Beverly. The files did mention they met before, supposedly being the cause of the 'time sphere' that now entrapped one of the old clunkers down at the docks, serving as some strange tourist trap. Guess it wasn't a fond memory for the kid. The Director could at least respect his mostly subtle attempts to either distance himself or keep an eye on the Tinker gal, though he had to wonder how this could affect the team as a whole...

For another time. He gave a wry grin in response to Overclock's, meeting the young man's lack of enthusiasm with his own. This wasn't ideal for almost anyone here; he'd have to learn to deal. "So you are. So you are..." Sean here was a great grab for The Wards, but when it came to his attitude and ideals, he brought his own set of problems....For now, though, there were yet more faces to concern himself with.

Which happened to be the one he'd least expect. Wilbur actually showed. He'll be damned.

Welp, that meant he'd have to pass these earbuds around sooner than later, once there were some more members; hopefully at least one more would show. But as for the kid himself...Fukuda watched with weary eyes as the boy strode through with that aura of smugness he'd grown used to in his brief stint at HQ prior to this, casually greeting the others and just as casually seating himself next to the Director, already idly drumming away on the armrests. This was gonna get annoying face.

"Call me Director. As for the question....You can be the judge of that." The deadpan expression that turned to Will spoke a thousand words. Not surprising, given the stunt he had pulled last time; the boy should've known better than to mess with a man's coffee when he works 18-hour shifts seven days a week.

The next arrival was the real oddball; the orphan boy, Andrew. Striding over, he said his piece to the Director before getting caught up seeing something of a local celebrity, though in Fukuda's mind that was stretching things a fair bit for Overclock. Oh well, at least he actually introduced himself. Though...'Codename'? Really? What was this, a spy movie? Granted, he had gotten the retinal scanner installed....Still, he gave a nod of acknowledgement to the young man as his attention was drawn away once more to a new face.

Morgan wasn't a very subtle young lady, as Fukuda was quick to catch the smile that had played on her face prior to setting it to a cold exterior like she had pulled in the interview. Maybe enough to pull one on a few of the kids here, but it wouldn't last long; with any hope (heh), the other Wards wouldn't give her a reason to keep her guard up. He returned her gesture with a small smile. Rachel had spoken glowingly of the young lady for the past week, even moreso than the other Wards, which gave the Director a small shot of confidence. Maybe not everyone in this room would force him into some hellish balancing act.

He found his smile leaving as she went off to the side, hanging silently around one of their terminals. Seriously, now? Old habits, he supposed...Oh well. "Before we continue, you all will be needing these." Casually reaching into the depths of his suit, Fukuda produced a number of small containers with a glass top, each one holding a pair of earbuds. For those sitting, he slid them across the table with well-calculated force, each one stopping short of falling off the end. For the two still standing....

"Heads up. And don't drop 'em, they're expensive." With a toss, two containers went off towards Jane and Morie each. The Director was fairly confident Morie would catch it just fine, but Jane...Well, let's just hope she didn't try and use that clunker of an arm. Clearing his throat a bit, Fukuda spoke up. "Those earbuds will allow communication between the lot of you, as well as between you and me." With that, he tapped one of his ears, showing off a similar set of earbuds. "Additionally...They're a necessary precaution to ensure Gray Man can't pull anything on you." He jabbed a thumb towards the young man at his side, unceremoniously ousting him. "Once you've got those situated, I believe some introductions are in order..." At this, he glances off to the side at the one who would be dubbed Memento, making a small motion of his head, the intent clear; 'get over here'.



Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:56 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Oh, this was so exciting! When she heard the 'bing' echo throughout the mostly empty lounge, Bev couldn't help but have her eyes dart over! She found her vision greeted by a girl who, if she guessed, was maybe about her age, though she couldn't have claimed to recognize her. She would've if she'd seen her before! She was at the taller end of things like Beverly herself, though with short, choppy hair in comparison to her own, though of course, one thing caught her eyes above all others...

And it was beautiful!

Sure, to some, it'd look like a piecemeal collection of gears and springs and other such small metal knick-knacks, with the inclusion of a workwear glove and...Was that a flashlight's bulb? It was. Huh! Well, regardless, Workshop didn't - perhaps couldn't - see it in that way. She instead noticed the intricate work, how all the pieces managed to shift just right to create movement, the subtle clicking of springlock as metallic joints worked their magic. It was nothing short of incredible to her eyes, and truth be told, she only noticed the girl's greeting because she'd done it with her contraption of an arm. Blinking away for a bit and trying to gather her more normal thoughts, she returned the wave with a smile on her face. She was already excited for this, but a fellow Tinker? Or at least, she'd gleaned that much from the make of her limb. How awesome! She'd never properly met other Parahumans before, but this was already shaping up to be incredible!

Another toll of the elevator snapped her attention away from the other metalhead in the room, landing her eyes on...A surprisingly familiar figure. As they both locked eyes for a moment in his strides toward the table, Bev couldn't help the small pout on her face. She wasn't dense enough to miss how he tensed at the mere sight of her. That hurt....It had been an honest mistake! His fault for jumping a girl in the middle of designing highly unstable technology! They'd only met the once, and rude as it sounded, with how things ended up, she was sorta hoping not to run into him again anytime soon....

Looks like she wasn't getting that wish.

Unwittingly to her, the movements of her hands as they glossed over her latest contraption grew in speed and became a bit more erratic with the swing of her mood on Overclock's arrival. Still, she mustered up a smile again; weak, in comparison to the one she'd granted Jane, but it was there. "Heya, Overclock. Yeah, it has been a bit, hasn't it?" Somehow, him immediately referring to her as Workshop hurt even more, like he was distancing her from being a normal person. Here, right now, weren't they just some kids, really? Jumping straight to the silly made-up names just felt plumb wrong. Oh well...Guess it's what she signed up for. But she definitely didn't sign up for the rest of this awkward situation.

Just as he kept watch over her, Beverly returned the favor, a glower in her eyes that didn't match the quickly drained smile she possessed. Still, she tried her best to recover herself; so what if Overclock's here, acting like a butt over something that happened months ago? Still plenty of new, exciting faces to see! She regained a fraction of the energy she had just had earlier, eager to see who showed up next!

This guy looked a bit younger than Bev or the others. Maybe 14, 15? He was a little on the shorter end in comparison to the rest of them, which she attributed to the age gap, with sharp murky-green eyes that seemed to quickly appraise everyone else in the room, herself included. He also dressed awful fancy by her standards; honestly, it reminded her a bit of Mr. Fukuda. Casually as can be, he shot a smooth greeting to the room before sliding into the seat next to the Director, and making a small joke. Daycare? Yet again, Beverly could feel a small pout growing. Pokin' fun or no, she was certain Mr. Fu-...The Director put a lot of work into this. The Initiative deserved a bit more respect, in her eyes.

Truth be told, she was starting to get concerned; was she the only one here with some honest interest? It was starting to feel that way...The pit in her stomach grew a little heavier, as her work on the sphere began to progress in tandem with the feeling, unconsciously whipping out small tools and instruments to keep up the tuning process for...Whatever this thing was. She wasn't sure herself. It whirred every now and then, so that implied some kind of charge underneath the metal shell. Was it a grenade? Mm...Somehow, that didn't sit right. It wasn't that. Oh well! She had more time to work on it and puzzle at the use of it as someone new came in.

Workshop could feel her smile return. This kid also seemed young, around the well-dressed guy's age, she'd bet. And he seemed way more into it than the others! How could she not respond to all that enthusiasm? "Howdy, Andrew! Nice to meetcha!" Her hope in the situation had swelled back with such a simple act, and she was all the happier for it. Why couldn't the others be like Hope here? Not only did he seem swell, but it felt like he was actually interested! Well, regardless, she was just happy to not be the only one here eager for the experience.

Then, another gal showed up; shorter than Bev or Jane, though most of her figure was hidden under all the layers of clothing she wore, as if she sought to be absorbed into it. Can't say she blamed her for it though, it was cold out there! Even with her jacket, she'd been shivering more often than not on her way to the PRT HQ. She watched as the newcomer shuffled her way to the side towards one of the terminals (and her mind briefly wandered to how angry Fukuda might be if she dismantled one) and placed an earbud in to listen to some tunes. Aw drat, was she one of the ones who weren't into this too? With how she distanced herself, Beverly certainly thought so...Until, right as she was about to turn away, she caught the fringes of a smile on the girl's face.

She smiled too.

As the Director slid over the earbuds, and quickly chucked them off to the stragglers, Bev obediently popped the case and put them in. She wasn't sure what he meant by 'not letting Gray Man pull anything on you', but she couldn't think of a reason to ignore the request. And truth be told, it caused her mind to run off on what it could mean, her gaze falling on Levin for a time. Some kind of auditory ability? Maybe with Master qualities, if it could 'pull something' on us? Ooh, it sounded interesting....But that was for another time! Following it up, Fukuda not-so-subtly requested for The Wards to make their introductions. And with how well Andy there had done his, well, Bev wasn't about to be out-done.

Standing up from her seat, a broad smile graced the face of the Tinker as she addressed the room. "Heya! M'name's Beverly Hillshire, though ya can call me Bev if ya want! Or when we get out there and start kickin' rears, I suppose I'll be Workshop. Nice to meet y'all!" She gazed around the room, eager to see the responses. Hopefully she hadn't tried too hard with it? Felt sincere to her, at least....

In spite of the amount of focus she put into her intro, behind her back, her hands were still idly finicking with her device, as if they had a mind of their own. Strangely enough, she caught a barely audible 'click' from the sphere. Puzzled, she broke her line-of-sight with the rest of them as she brought the sphere back to her attention.

Needless to say, she wasn't prepared when it let out a spray of....Confetti? Now that was new. Beverly found herself suppressed under a steady stream of blue and white strands of confetti, practically buried after the few seconds the device had been active. In the pile of paper scraps, a single hand managed to poke through with a thumbs up. "....'M okay!" Could be heard muffled underneath. Inwardly, though, she might as well have been weeping. So much for first impressions...
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Presidio

"Alright! Letā€™s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah...."


She's not a Ward, but hey, she could be a mentor, hope y'all like her! :P

Edit: I made some CS edits because I had a few incorrect history details pointed out to me, they should be fixed now.


Alright, Presidio's lookin' good! Feel free to throw her in Characters when you find the chance. :)
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Just gonna put this here >.>


Accepted :3 Get 'em over there!
In The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lost track of time so I guess this is here sooner than I thought it would be x)



What a cool take on a cloning power! Yeah, Morgan is certainly accepted. Get 'er on up in Characters!
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