SepticGentleman

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

I've never really done a collab before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything, eh? Sure.

@He Who Walks Behind

This is legitimately surprising granted how much you've been involved with Allen's games.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Nanomachines, son.

@Shard

DON'T FUCK WITH THIS SENATOR.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

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It's safer for everyone if we leave shit to Mirror-Balls and not to The Human Bug Lantern, thank you very much.

@Tyler

For real though it'll happen at some point swear on me mum.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

One of these days Zach's gonna fight at a bitch and Mason's not gonna be allowed to intervene.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Septic, never in my life have I had greater difficulties understanding ANYONE xD, well done indeed. You're portraying your frea-...character very, very well.

@Shard

"'EEAAHHHH, TAKE IT TAH THE 'IG DADDY."

And many more will come.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Zachariah Bale

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“’Ere’s ‘ah I think it’s gonna g’ do’n.”

The girls sat there, just watching Zach with looks of confusion etched on their faces.

“There’s gonna ‘e sone… a’andoned thacility er sone shit, an’ ‘ere not gonna ‘e allahd to gah near it, right? Sah sone randy is gonna s’ring u’ an’ ‘e all, “Let’s take a closer looksee!” An’ he or she’ll thor’ a ‘unch o’ us togetha to tag along, an’ then ‘e’ll get there an’ thin’ sone ’eird shit. I ‘ean like nothin’ too ‘eird ‘ut it’ll ‘ro’a’ly seen rea’y ‘eird to e’ery’ody ‘ut ‘e.”

A few other folks had started listening. Others had stopped.

“It’s gonna ‘oil dan tah un ‘ig centra’ cons’iracy, a’ight? An’ ‘e’re gonna kee’ snah’in’ arahnd, an’ the teacha’s ah gonna tell us tah knock oth ah shit, and…”

He paused for a moment, ceasing his pacing.

“Yah getting’ ah this?”

Some of them shook their heads. One of them just flat out said no. A young man who’d joined in from a different table stood up and called out, “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“The ‘lan.” Zach replied.

“The lan?”

“Nuh the lan, the… the th’lan.”

“Just…” The young man replied, “Whatever, just fuck off you freak.”

“Ah…” Switch replied, “A-ha, the’e it is… the instigation. Yah call ’e the threak ‘hen ‘e’re surrahnded ‘y ‘en. ‘Hat a’out yeh, ah? Let’s take a ‘ab at yah ‘ackstahry. ‘ay yah ‘ere a s’teet u’chin ah got ‘icked u’ ‘y sone ‘ald-ass scientists? Ahr a ganger ‘hat ‘issed oth all ‘is thriends? Nah, nah, I got it. Yer a nahr’al kid, ‘ut ya got ya “su’er ‘o’ers” an’ sun’ly, yah ‘arents dun ‘han ya, ya thriends dun ‘ike ya, an’ yer ahnly o’tion ‘as to cone aroun’ ‘ere, sah yeh cud get a three ride tah leisure tahn, ‘ithaht ‘avin’ tah ‘ahry a’out ‘hat ya letht aht there, ‘cause ya dun care ‘at NOTHIN’ an’ NUN ‘ut yahself, like the JANNY ‘ISS RAG YA ARE.”

The young man shut up from his seat and stepped towards Switch, who promptly grabbed a nearby empty chair and held it up legs-forward, like he was taming a lion or something. “’Eah, ‘eah! Gith ya the daddy ‘ar’ux tah kee’ ya ‘ay!” He called out, “C’on! Yah ‘ont theel a thing, ye’r gahn tah ‘U’Y DAHG HEATHEN.”

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Working on a post to show just how real Switch is.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Kantus and Baldwin

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November 18, 11:33 PM
Arboretum

“Now.”

Kantus made a sprint towards the wall bordering the Arboretum district, separating it from the outside mountain range. As he ran, his garb began to rise up from the fringe, and from both sides rose two wings of ragged black feathers. With one swift motion, he jumped and flung himself over the wall with one flap, cutting it as close as he could, landing on the snowy rock outside and immediately retracting his wings. He looked back towards the watchtower, seeing its lights still focused on the ongoing diversions.

Moments later, Baldwin had joined him. He landed beside Kantus and stood up, his hands reverting to their original form from a pair of meaty claws with bone spikes protruding from them.

“Might I ask why we didn’t just use one of the passageways?” Baldwin questioned, brushing some snow off his coat. “This isn’t a prison, old bird.”

“As far as the Engineers know, we are both sound asleep in our homes.” Kantus replied, “We cannot have our departure be put on any form of record.” He began moving forward, towards the bordering mountaintops, feet pushing aside the snow.

“Now come.” Kantus said, “We must descend.”

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

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How's his ghost form interact with psychic energy?

Just... y'know. Curious.

@TheWizardLizard

I want to say that, when he's in specter form, he can't hear anyone telepath-ing shit into his head because he's incorporeal. And unless someone possesses a form of telekinesis that extends to forms of energy, then he wouldn't be affected by them. But an electrokinetic would be able to wreck his shit good.

Of course this all depends on @Tyler's approval.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Zachariah Bale & Mason Crawford

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_{“’Ook at a’ these ta’agotchis ‘egging ‘or the needle.”}

It’s kind of hard to whisper when you have no lips, but Zach was sure not many folks had heard him. Even if they had, they wouldn’t have understood a single word. Many of them passed glances at him, wondering what in the hell happened to make him look like a burn victim wearing a cyberpunk hoodie and goggles. Must’ve been power-related, a lot of folks figured. He could see it on their faces. And oh, too, he could see the looks spelling out the thoughts he was expecting to run into. I’m so excited! I’m going to get to meet new people with new powers! All of them, begging for the metaphorical needle. And like hell if he was going to explain what that meant if anyone asked him.

Eventually, after working his way through the small crowd, he ended up right in front of the reception desk, with that very excited woman looking him straight on, undeterred by his physical appearance.

"Zachariah Bale! So glad you made it," the receptionist beamed, fishing around in her folder for the mutant's file. "You're in room 139 with Mason Crawford." she said, without looking at the file as she presented it. "He just left five minutes and twelve seconds ago," he said, gesturing in the direction the other man had headed.

"Are all the rece'tionists psychic or did I 'ick the lucky line?" Zach replied, mouth left a little agape.

Jennifer giggled. "Haha, no. Just me, I'm afraid!" she said. She was the only woman on duty at the main reception, and despite the rush of students it was not a burden for her. Her powers simply made the job easy; she knew what she had to do, and she did it. "And actually, I'm not psychic," she said, passing a file to a different mutant with just a nod and a smile. "I'm a panmnesiac. I remember... Pretty much everything!" she said, laughing before turning to serve the next student in the line.

"Hey, hey." Zach continued, waving his hand to get Jennifer's attention once again. "You're gonna hear this 'rom 'e 'irst. Any 'eird shit ha'ens, I ain't a 'art o' it." He sounded very, very sure of himself in that moment. And if all things he'd considered turned out to be true in the coming days, he was going to stick to his word and not get involved. These things, however, had drastic ways of changing. Jennifer did not reply to his statement, she was focusing on servicing another student. Zach grit his teeth, turned away, and began walking to who-knows-where. He hadn't looked at a map of this place well enough to figure out any prime locations to head to first.

As he wandered, however, a thought crossed his mind. And he half-whispered it like he did before.

_{"Wh' the hell is 'Ason."}

Mason's ears pricked up. Ason? He looked towards the guy who had spoken. Jeez, he was really badly burned. Mason figured it probably made him deaf or something, hence the guy's speech impediment - but then he noticed that he practically had no lips at all. He felt sorry for the guy, it can't be easy to go out the house like that every day.

"Um, sorry," he began, clearing his throat. "Did you say Mason?" He was going to feel really fucking awkward if he'd misheard the man.

Zach paused for a moment and looked at Mason inquisitively. "'Eah." He replied, nodding a bit, "The 'riggin' 'an-esiac 'er there said yeh and I are 'uddies." Zach's head was racing with thoughts of how the conversation was gonna go down, and they all pointed to one string of questions and responses that he was going to try his best to avoid. But hey, maybe the first one he meets should catch a break.

Mason smiled. The guy was friendly enough, even if it was difficult to understand what he was saying. "Well, that's cool," he said, sounding as genuine as he could. "What's your name?" he asked, looking around a little awkwardly. Mason was no social recluse, but he always found it difficult to make conversation with disabled people. He was scared of saying something that might offend them. "Have you any idea where our room is?" Mason could see the sign for 'DORMITORIES' behind the guy, but he was struggling for conversation.

"Nay's..." Zach paused for a bit, considering something. "It's Zach, 'ut... I'd really a'reciate ith 'ou cah'd 'e... S'itch. 'Know, 'ike the..." Zach made a little motion with his fingers like he was flipping a switch on and off. "'Sa nicknay, 'eah?" In truth, he'd always imagined his stage name as a disc jockey would be Sw1tch Se7en. Never used it in conversation until now though. Probably the only use it was ever going to get.

Mason couldn't help but smirk a little when Zach asked to be called by a nickname. He got the impression this wasn't something anyone ever called him and was more an attempt at reinvention now that he's up here in the hills. Whatever it was, if it made him happy Mason would comply; the guy was sweet enough.

"Alright, Switch," he said, smiling bemusedly. "I think the dorms might be this way." he said, pointing up the corridor towards a large stairwell.

Zach turned his head. "'Eah." He replied, nodding, "They sure are." He turned back to Mason and said, "Yeh, uh... yeh g' ahead, thegh. I 'eel like takin' a 'alk around. Get a... a 'eel 'or this joint." He patted Mason's shoulder and finished, "Take care, 'ud."

And with that, he strolled off.