RumikoOhara

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

I knew The guild would return

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Dread

No worries

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Verticus

Very few things make me queasy but the thought of kissing a grasshopper is just nasty and the need to carry a spit cup is well gross

Goodbye Earth

@Squirrel98

Kind of worried about Sara's Roomie, she was last seen 4 days ago

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Verticus

I don't chew, dip, or kiss those that do

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Dread

Vets actually have a tougher profession than Docs, the patients can't tell you were it hurts and they come in a larger variety but its great working with animals none the less. I was raised around horses from the earliest age on the Isle of Wight because strange as it may seem my Naval Family has land and horses there....my Gran loves horses and she wasn't raised in the navy.

I've told the others here about how I fell into my present job while in college as a summer job that soon became my life vocation, I was studying to be a teacher specializing in history. Strange how the old adage "No Plan Of Battle Survives Contact With The Enemy" my life plans didn't survive reality. Lucky for me I'm adaptable

Goodbye Earth

@Squirrel98

I'm still here

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Love my job, I've been busy helping a horse that fell at an event and her owner was worried we'd have to put her down but our Vet has looked her over and said she needed simple immobilization, as in a close stall to prevent her moving around a lot. Then Therapy and tender care form your's truly for perhaps two months maybe three and she'll be in good as new shape.

Her owner has been here every day, so much so that My boss gave her one of the guest rooms in her house but she's been spending all her time walking beside me or sitting with me in the monitoring room. She's fascinated with my job saying she never knew there was such a thing as an Equine convalescent specialist (a title the Vet made up just for me, most of the time my job is handled by an RVN). I have a knack for understanding the horses which is why I am doing what I do.

It escapes me that others can't just watch horses and learn their body language, I admit that they each have their own translation but they also have a lot in common.

My new companion is the CEO of her own company and has expressed a desire to learn everything I can teach her...I find it amusing because my job is as much heredity as it is time spent with horses.

The Defiance Project

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Velma exited her personal aircraft walking down the steps to a waiting Van that had completely blacked out windows like the sort used to transport people under witness protection only in this case was meant to prevent the passenger from seeing where she was being taken. Inside sat a nice looking young man with the type of neck usually only found on a rugby player and matching shoulders and chest. Beside him saw a middle aged female agent with short cropped black hair and piercing blue eyes who she assumed was Ms. Lancer a special agent whom she’d chatted with briefly on the phone.

”Greetings Dame Marberry welcome to America I am Agent Lancer and this is Agent Argile please have a seat” said the posh agent motioning to what Velma thought was called a captain’s chair (Bucket seat on a pivot)

Climbing in to the heavy looking seat which she couldn’t help notice looked like a BDSM toy that though concealed held several restraint points to secure whoever sat in it so they could not move the young mutant took her place.

”A pleasure to meet you Agent Lancer, Agent Argile; please feel free to call me Velma’ she said in a soft almost puring tone a smile displaying her relaxed nature

The effect was subdued but Velma could see the two Agents relax a bit as her gray green eyes took in her surroundings.

Agent Lancer smiled like a tame panther her blue eyes sweeping Velma for any hidden devices or weapons as a force of habit as she asked politely about her trip across the Atlantic which Vel told her was uneventful as the two women began the arcane verbal dance of feeling the other out with compliment and inquiry. Agent Argile as his type was expected sat in silence his muscles relaxed but his opalene colored eyes void of emotional expression studying her and watching for any hint of reaction to the conversation; they were good these two agents.

”I was curious when my government handlers asked me to lend my services to your project but they were shall we say evasive on the real details. I don’t suppose you’d care to fill me in?” she asked changing the subject from polite to business

”Well we are trying to develop a team of people with special talents to deal with others with special talents or organizations that seek to abuse their power and harm the public.

We already have a few recruits but none of them have been practicing their abilities nearly as long as you have Velma and we were hoping including you and perhaps a few others from Allied nations we might develop a team able to pursue those socially aberrant types where ever they might go.” answered Agent Lancer giving little or no indication she was lying but only a hint that she might not be telling the full story.

The trip went on like this for another hour till the van stopped and the Door opened and the harsh smell of concrete invaded Velma’s senses and the glaring fluorescent lighting made her skin tingle as her biology was repulsed by its artificial flavor.

Then came the obligatory meetings with others of the project who were important enough to demand an audience with her; a pattern she’d experienced working on the UN relief programs and still managed to remain her calm. She eventually gained a bit of reprieve by expressing a need to refresh and feed herself and after a nice shower and change of clothes she went in search of food.

This brought her to a cafeteria that already seemed busy feeding others the sign declaring it Italian so she went in and ordered Osso buco (veal shank) and a bit of Falsomargo (Roast beef with a stuffing of prosciutto, cheese, and sausage) refusing any offer of dishes with fresh veggies.

It was easy for her to pick out those with abilities around her by how those Velma thought as normals kept an eye on them as she took a seat imagining that the stares she received had less to do with her being a mutant and more her food choices or looks as she took a seat and sampled an American Sweet tea.
@BrokenWashing@PKRaptor@Raptra@Archmage MC

The Defiance Project

Gaia

Name: Dame Marberry “Gaia” Velma, Victoria, Vespa, Carter/Marberry …..Friends call her Velma
Age: 22

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Hero Type: Mutant
Powers:
Primary Botanical Elemental: S-class
(Limitation) She can create plants out of thin air but the power needed to do so is made greater or lesser by local conditions; Cacti in the Desert Easy, Kelp in the Desert extremely Difficult
Gaia can create, shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. She can cause plants to grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and "walk", mutate plants by rearranging DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants.
She can use her power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds/fruits/berries, {or even to possibly use plant chemicals to heal people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.} (this is an area that she’s aware is possible but hasn’t got a handle on yet)
Gaia may use this ability in a series of offensive techniques on a target. Using the plants as weapons to grasp and strike continuously with vines and roots, project thorns at a distance, and quickly regenerate the withering weapons based on Gaia’s will. She can make vines grow and climb around a target's neck, causing choking, or even strike with plants. A more subtle technique is to release damaging toxins and pheromones, affecting targets in which conditions should be treated quickly with ailments.
Botanical Communication
Gaia can communicate with all forms of plant-life, including flowers, trees, fruits, vegetables, pollen, etc. telepathically speaking, or by touching it physically. Plants can tell the her of what happened or what is happening, like helping them track someone from a long distance away, etc.
Enhanced Healing Rate / Unusual Biology
Gaia is able to photosynthesise sunlight as energy and breaths in CO2 and exhales Oxygen her biology more akin to a plant than a mammal. It is her biology that makes her better able to heal from grevious wounds such as limb loss or other; it also means she is immune to most illnesses and heals at about twice the rate a normal human would so long as she has plenty of sunlight and water.

Weaknesses:
Photosynthesis- Velma needs to sunbathe at least 4 hours a day every day or her power reserve grows weaker till at a point in 4-6 days she is forced into a state of hibernation which would require help recovering from (she can’t do it herself as she’d be hibernating). Recovery would need Velma to be exposed to direct sunlight or a good hydroponics lighting system and her skin moistened as if she were covered in morning dew.

Pyrophobia- Velma is naturally afraid of fire as any living being but she can’t stand being too close to it because it dries her out after too much exposure to it indirectly and should she be touched by it she takes twice as much damage as a normal human.

Important info: Velma is a known Mutant because her Mother was a Mutant as well whose power was openly used as a member of a British Hero Team and her call sign was Nera a woman whose body was nearly invulnerable; She died saving the Isle of Man from some nut who was pissed he was caught before he could get it to London. Like a soldier in a trench spotting an enemy grenade Velma’s mom threw herself on the nuke containing it’s blast and other effects.
Not often a Hero dies in the line of duty and on International sports news and then the main stream because it happened in front of the camera’s there for the races held on the Island every year. Most would agree that she deserved the state funeral she received but many might also agree that the politicians 8 years ago made it a political spectacle more for their own benefit.
Many would have seen Velma at least once in her life because of the week long articles and discussion and film showing her standing at age 12 in an eruption of her botanical talent by her mother’s grave.
If you watched SINN (Special Investigation News Network…..TMZ) then you know she’s been practicing international Aide using her talent to feed people in disaster areas. She’s also a favorite Meta Babe discussion piece because besides talent she is an actual Lady of Rank and her picture alone worth 10 to 20 thousand hits.
Strangely even under so intensive a scrutiny few have guessed that she is an intelligence source of the crown (MI-6 British Secret Service) though not yet an official member of those services. Velma served this function because in her work as a food supply asset she encountered Warlords early on and developed a dislike for their type.
Untrained in combat Velma has shown a natural affinity to its practice especially in close quarters even making for a passable self taught quarter stave user.
Velma has worked since the age of 15 as an aide worker involved major recovery projects around the world when not involved in going to school where she just finished a Mechanical Engineering degree. (Her focus is the area of Hydroponics)