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10 yrs ago
Current dyin from work. Gonna be brain dead for a while until I readjust
10 yrs ago
School. Hell. I'm almost certain there's school in Hell.
11 yrs ago
I wanna be a crystal gem, ma
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11 yrs ago
It's been a bad week and it's only wednesday
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11 yrs ago
EY YO SENPAI NOTICE ME
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Already posted. Go bother Agni.
Then I guess Fionn is a wimp. Good to know that.
Hail Fionn, King of the Wimps
Jak couldn't keep up with Naoto. Not to mention, she took a quick shortcut that led her to the beach just in time to Naoto crash land on the beach then promptly get the snot kicked out of him. Jak smiled, laughing at the scene. "Well, I made it just in time I guess." Jak listened to explanation on the various flames intently, nodding at each flame. She wondered what this 'rain flame' looked like. If she was the Guardian of Rain or whatever, it seemed she'd have to train and fight.
She wondered what weapon she should use. It would be cool if she could use her bat, but Jak couldn't bring herself to believe it. For one, she'd look like some low ranked thug. For the second, it didn't really feel like a weapon as much as a tool to her. It wasn't an issue anyway. Sonya didn't seem like someone mean or awful, just very invested in what she did. Jak kind of pitied her, having to deal with kids like Naoto and her.
Then Daisuke chimed in, and Jak had to force herself not to laugh loudly. "I'm sure she'll explain it all later. Besides, right now I don't think that we need to worry about flames. We just need to think about training for whatever Miss Sonya expects us to do. Besides, it'll all work out anyway." even Jak didn't really understand what Sonya was saying precisely, but she figured that she'd roll with it.
"Oh! Miss Sonya, I was wondering why you decided to pick us. I mean, we're just a bunch of kids from a small town. If you guys want hardened criminals and mafia, you might want to try Venice." she rubbed the back and of neck and smiled.
Sam didn't know how to answer that question. She'd probably have to kill these Syndicate guys. It wouldn't be pretty in the least, or even remotely heroic, but these guys didn't seem like they were just going to jail if they were caught. The police were mostly norms, after all. As she heard the transmission, Sam set her resolution. "Scorn, I'll go as far as it takes. They can't keep taking powers like this, it's inhumane. We deserve these powers as much as the next guy, and they might use the stolen powers to kill others like us."
Sam looked up to see a giant sand column nearly squash Zeke. Sam decided right then and there that she shouldn't drink. Ever. It took a clear head to keep tabs on how much blood she had been using and whose blood was whose. Sam laughed a little at Jen. The poor girl looked like she'd hit her limit pretty early. Well, Sam wasn't going to drink and it looked others weren't going to either, so at least she wasn't going to be sober alone. "I'm in for killing or whatever needs to be done. Those Syndicate guys seem like jerks anyway."
Sam was exhausted. She didn't use Plasma Shift to run across towns, and for good reason. Every time she stopped using the power she was left disoriented, as though she were suddenly petrified by a basilisk and blind in an eye. She kept going though, stopping at the bar with Scorn. Once they were both inside, Sam rested her head on the counter. "I'll have to take a cab next time…"
She tried to relax her muscles, but they still felt tense and stiff. "I'm gonna need a moment…" she used her power to quicken the blood flow to her muscles and 'cool' them off, pulling blood out of the bag on her back and flowing it into a cut on her hand. It also sounded like she was a vacuum cleaner when she was breathing, trying to take in as much oxygen as she could. When she was done, she leaned back a little and eased some of the blood in her hand out, back into the bag. "Jeez, I've been running around town so much today… and Mister Zeke, I'll just take a Sprite, if you will. I have an extremely low tolerance for alcohol."
She couldn't drink much because of the low amounts of blood in her system, and couldn't remember when her last fight was when she had to cut her hand open to fight. Not too long ago though, and she tried to make it a habit to not drink anyway. If she drank a lot and was out of control… that would put a lot of people's lives in danger, including her own.
"Uh, sure, kid." Zeke replied, sliding a can over to her.
"So, Scorn, what did you want to talk about?" Sam asked, taking a sip of her soda. She was still a little stiff and sore, but mostly better now. She didn't like moving the blood from the bag on her back into her skin like that and moving it around only to take different blood out. It felt strange and like there were bugs under her skin.
"Um, sure. But I'm not going to drink. It never ends well if I do. You can imagine why." Sam smiled a little. She hadn't really had a 'draining buddy' or anyone like that before. Also, she'd never met anyone who cried blood before either. Maybe this wasn't as bad as she thought. "I'm new in town, so you might have to lead the way…" her hands stopped fidgeting, and instead hung limply by her sides.
"Yeah, but you don't need to worry about bringing blood or anything. I usually keep a pack of my own on my back. I usually stir it with my powers and keep it fresh the same way. It's gonna expire soon, though. Might as well use it to show you how I can use my blood." Sam didn't want Scorn to donate blood just so Sam could just show off. Sam's powers only worked well if you had a decent amount on hand. If she remembered right, she needed half the amount in a human being just to form her blood double.
She only knew this because of trial and error, and not to mention how much the bags of blood had said on them. She didn't want to needlessly hurt her new friend either. Scorn would probably bring in other Conduits like her and maybe it wouldn't hurt to hang around them. She might figure out some new moves to use her powers to their fullest extent. Besides, she was getting a little tired of always being alone.
Lex tried to understand what exactly the girl said. Mary hated guys? That's a little strange, but Lex decided to roll with it, and introduced herself. "My name's Alexis, but you can call me Lex. Also, Mary, what the heck has a guy ever done to you? They're just people too, far as I can tell." as son as she said it, she realized she might have said something stupid, but Lex couldn't care. If anything it would be funny when Mary exploded at her statement.
"Why are you wearing a pirate cosplay at the first day anyway, Cyclops." Lex asked Lemuria. Lemuria was a strange name, and honestly Lex had far more important things to remember than how to call the girl with the eyepatch by her proper name. "Seems a bit much in the sun, and the crowd isn't exactly trying to see who the crazy girl with the eyepatch is."
The hug from Scorn was awkward, Sam tried to be warm and friendly, but the other woman was like a a snake. Scorn felt a little cold, and Sam was almost glad when she left. Even thought the woman was saying nice words, that didn't make the whole crying blood a red flag. Then she mentioned forming the Reapers. Sam had heard of the Reapers. Something about drugs and being run by a conduit. It wasn't much of a story that she'd heard, it was mostly vague details and allusions to Cole McGrath.

"I…" should she tell Scorn? This could go downhill very fast if Scorn was bad. However, Scorn was also a very powerful conduit on her own. Sam wanted to pick the winning side, and it looked like Scorn was it. "I control blood." if she wanted to keep her powers and take down the Syndicate, she was fairly okay with being friends with Scorn. "And my name is Sam, it's nice to meet you, Scorn."

Not to mention, she'd been the nicest to her so far. Scorn didn't seem heartless or cruel to her, just something didn't sit right in Sam's stomach with this partnership. It was probably nothing to be worried about. Sam always worried about silly things anyway. Scorn just dressed weird and that was it. Sam relaxed a little, not letting down her guard completely, but being more open to conversation.
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