Thayr

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Φ PAYBACK Φ

She listened to the chatter of the comms from outside, took another sip of the all-too-sweet coffee. Yeah, there were benefits, though her eyes danced from one place to another to another. She’d seen most of them lock up their cars, sure, though there were five way-too-expensive electrics in the driveway that had stupid fobs. Yeah, Myla knew she could break those. That was kiddie stuff.

Some part of her wanted to go inside. There were easier things to take there. There were always easier things to take there. People didn’t lock up their desks right, or they didn’t close out a computer properly, so on, so forth. Of course, she’d probably demagnetize someone’s card if she tried anything there. Of course, stealing anything at a SDN station was stupid - there were cameras everywhere. There were always cameras everywhere, and people used to being on their toes instead of being relaxed, calm, existing. Some of the dispatchers were idiots, sure, but a few were ex-Heroes who’d had too long behind a desk where they’ve been itching to get back into the fight.

Her thoughts were half on the conversation. Another sip. Lightning talked too much, Eclipse sounded like a Red Ring fuck who couldn’t get out if they had a C-section, and all-in-all it made her really, really tempted to take the ear piece out. Of course, that would set off all kinds of alarms probably, and some part of her remembered it was a part of the Phoenix Program agreement. But hey, Eclipse was a shadow-guy apparently, and Myla couldn’t help but glance down at her bag. Yeah, she could deal with that pretty easy.

The guy seemed to be having an issue, though…drugs or something. Dealing. Yeah that sounded about right, too. Myla leaned back into the chair, enjoyed the sun a bit more, took that deep breath in. Maybe she could get staplers or…something. Maybe? What’d people leave out on their desks that she could snag. None of it would really matter, of course. It’s not like she could sell staplers, or post-it notes, or fuckin pens, but maybe it was a little statement. ‘I can do this and you can’t stop me’. Maybe that was it…or she just wanted to. Fuck. At least the Red Ring shmuck could blame something outside of himself, Myla just had the issue with her. Issue? No, no. Gift.

Yeah, a gift. Sure. Maybe when the lights turned off Myla could do a walk-around to see what got left out. She sat the coffee down on the chair, painfully started to enter in letters. The other people probably were hearing it on a text-to-speech, but that’s what it was.

”B outside til u need. K?”

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Morning all,

Halfway considering jumping into this after I somehow missed the launch.

Any especially important bits of lore I should know, far as what players have done, before I start brewing up a character?

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Φ PAYBACK Φ

Fuckin Superheroes.

The thought had passed through her head a few times - it was weird to think that yeah, she’d be working with them. It was weird to think that someone, somewhere might eventually mistake her for one. It was weird to think that the whole program was aimed at rehabilitation, even though she hadn’t seen much of that. Yeah, it was all told, pretty fuckin weird. So the thought had gone through her head a few times. The watch she had, a Timex that was old by most standards, was still a weight on her wrist she hadn’t gotten used to.

That’s not to say that there weren’t perks. The feeling of heat from the paper cup in her hands, for instance - that was pretty nice. She’s actually gotten the milk to steam, too, and some little voice said that drinking it would be maybe a little waste. But, hell, there was something wonderful about it. A sip or two, that feeling of perfection and warmth. It was way better than any cell.

But hey, Fuckin Superheroes. She’d seen a few already, sitting on one of the seats in a waiting area before relocating to one of the seats outside. A lot of uniforms here, there - spandex, leather, metal, a bunch of different types. They seemed fucking stupid, the kinds of people who thought they were everything in the world and able to make it all the way they wanted. The kinds dof people who thought they were doing great fukkin work, even if it was always a cop putting someone in a van afterwards, a CO taking them to a cell, a shrink asking them how mom and dad were. Yeah, great fukkin work. They were tools, really, but then again she thought to herself…was she much better? She’d be a tool too, except a cheaper one for a lighter sentence. Yeah, always a time. Another sip of the cappuccino. Was pretty good. Maybe it was worth it.

Her Timex clicked on, the tinny speaker working through its paces.

"Morning, Alpha Team. This is your Dispatcher Riley Rider checking in. Since losing Tsunami and Meta-Man last week, we've got new team members joining us. Feel free to say hello and make them feel 'welcome'".

She stared for a second. ‘Riley Rider’...alright then, Bob Bobberson, Mr Plain-Ass-Clothes. Of course, the fact that they’d lost ‘Tsunami’ and ‘Meta-Man’ was annoying, but the guy didn’t seem too broke about it. Those guys probably just jumped ship for a better job than Claremont. Honestly, probably not too hard. Of course, while she was thinking that another voice came-on, the display saying…’Lightning Girl’. Yeah, alright.

"Hi team, I'm Lightning Girl! I'm an electricity based kind of person.....Riley, please send my apologies to Tsunami and Meta-Man if you don't mind. They uhhh.....I mean, I did tell them I could handle it. I look forward to working with you all, just please don't run in front of me if I'm throwing bolts at baddies! I'm just by the smoking area, good to go when you lot are!"

She stared a bit at that, too. Sounded like a schoolgirl bimbo, really. What stupid lottery was it that people like that got lightning of all things? Sounded British, too. Goddamn it. Then Myla looked up from her seat, up to the roof of that building, to see someone standing there in a…fukkin pose before jumping down to a balcony. Probably the girl? God, she didn’t know. Who the heck just does poses on buildings but some jumped-up kid.

She considered what the hell there was to say to all that before resolving something. Setting the cappuccino down, she began to manipulate the little dial for a return message.

”K.”

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Job Application - Payback

Φ PAYBACK Φ
Φ MYLA FINLEY Φ

"Maybe you should use a better fuckin’ lock next time."

Age: 25
Appearance:

Standing at 5’4”, fairly lithe considering a lifetime of moving quickly, and a head of generally unkept red-gold hair, Myla wears a nearly perpetual scowl about her face as though the day is, nearly always, going bad. Not one to wear an outfit while on the job, she prefers patterned shirts, jeans, and sneakers to anything else, though will maybe add a plain jacket or sweater every now and again.

Role at SDN: Phoenix Program
Background:

Born in Northern California, Myla’s early life was pretty typical for any kid her age. She went to school, ran around afterwards, made friends, made enemies, and generally was out-and-about more often than not. She found herself in scrap yards, lumber yards, parking lots, found herself in a number of places she generally shouldn’t have been, and was never quite alone in any of these locations. There was something inherently fun about seeing if she could get into those places, to see if she could beat a system designed to work against her, and often times the little kids figured out a way here, an oversight there. They got into a good deal of trouble then, but with a dad as a lawyer there was never a serious enough instance where the young girl found herself in real trouble. No, instead she found herself doing family-mandated “community service”, working at whatever place Myla had broken into, and through that she found even newer ways to break-in next time.

Myla started experiencing changes earlier than other girls, some things that made her angry at them with the teasing, the attention, some things that no-one else really found out, like her powers. She broke the new electronic locks at school pretty easily, stealing from them on the way to the bathroom during class for instance, and the amount of camera malfunctions seemed to skyrocket during her time there. Myla would also start getting into fights, anger spilling out at the bullies, in one instance nearly ripping the earings out of a girls ears with her powers. The girl couldn’t say whether or not it’d been powers, though, considering how much she was crying, and Myla got expelled more than once from it.

In time, they started to leave her alone though, and she continued on with her escapades out in town. A lot of companies had switched to electronic locks, thinking they were the future, and a lot of the time Myla found them easy to break, to trip and open up, to reset to the default all-one password. She took a few joyrides in the cars, too, giving just enough power to open the door but not enough to absolutely scramble the computer, and was caught pretty easily from it. Juvy came from that, though it wasn’t proven that she had any powers, and when Myla got out from it after a year she just had more ideas on what exactly she could do.

After her time there, Myla started to work on her repertoire, using a few little connections to find better scores compared to anything else. There was something still inherently alluring about breaking that system, breaking those attempts at keeping her out, and Myla wanted to see exactly how far she could push things. She took on jobs over the course of a few years, growing to be a local notoriety as far as who the police wanted to find, finding that spike with the accidental pacemaker-deletion of a US Senator while she was trying to open his electronic safe from the room over. The man’s health monitor did survive, however, and Myla made her way out with only a portion the score, but at least was intact.

She would be contracted though to break into a data center, however, to steal a particularly valuable set of design documents for a new model of predictive AI, one that had been kept in physical form to prevent more remote sorts of thievery. This would go absolutely belly-up, though, as halfway in the woman tripped the alarm, panicked, and while trying to open a dead-bolted door absolutely fried $30 billion worth of data center. That landed her well and truly in prison, which also would land her in the Phoenix Program.

Now, Myla’s just here.

Powers:

Φ Magnetism Generation (Electricity Generation, Electronic Disruption), Superhuman Durability Φ

Myla’s more a physical fighter, as her powers are generally limited to producing a very strong magnetic field at close range, though she’s armed herself with some decidedly non-powered tools to even the playing field. One of these, a bag-mounted and concealed Vision Deleter, is slung over her shoulder most days, same as a collapsable, metal baton she charges up.

Crimes:

Φ Corporate Sabotage, Grand Theft, Battery, Breaking and Entering, Drug Possession, Trespassing Φ

The Phoenix Program, thus far, has proven to solely be a job - nothing Myla’s seen has convinced her that it’s a reform program, nor has it pushed her to be a better person. It’s been a set of eyes over her shoulder, a voice in her ear, all while keeping her out of prison in exchange for the low price of removing a few small fries from the street. Myla isn’t against reform, but until it gives her a better job than the one she had before, or a better mindset, then reform isn’t in her mind.

Likes:

Φ “Arts and Crafts”
Φ Cappuccino
Φ Cats

Dislikes:

Φ Stupid friggin “Hero Names” - Hers was chosen by Marketing
Φ NPC-Energy Heroes
Φ Lock-picking. She’s still working on that skill
Φ Black Coffee

Quirks:

Φ Kleptomaniac
Φ Never wears anything metal - Never
Φ Uses Timex Datalink 150 with VHF receiver modification / text-only transmitter. Newer technology gets weird sometimes

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Job Application - Payback

Φ PAYBACK Φ
Φ MYLA FINLEY Φ

"Maybe you should use a better fuckin’ lock next time."

Age: 25
Appearance:

Standing at 5’4”, fairly lithe considering a lifetime of moving quickly, and a head of generally unkept red-gold hair, Myla wears a nearly perpetual scowl about her face as though the day is, nearly always, going bad. Not one to wear an outfit while on the job, she prefers patterned shirts, jeans, and sneakers to anything else, though will maybe add a plain jacket or sweater every now and again.

Role at SDN: Phoenix Program
Background:

Born in Northern California, Myla’s early life was pretty typical for any kid her age. She went to school, ran around afterwards, made friends, made enemies, and generally was out-and-about more often than not. She found herself in scrap yards, lumber yards, parking lots, found herself in a number of places she generally shouldn’t have been, and was never quite alone in any of these locations. There was something inherently fun about seeing if she could get into those places, to see if she could beat a system designed to work against her, and often times the little kids figured out a way here, an oversight there. They got into a good deal of trouble then, but with a dad as a lawyer there was never a serious enough instance where the young girl found herself in real trouble. No, instead she found herself doing family-mandated “community service”, working at whatever place Myla had broken into, and through that she found even newer ways to break-in next time.

Myla started experiencing changes earlier than other girls, some things that made her angry at them with the teasing, the attention, some things that no-one else really found out, like her powers. She broke the new electronic locks at school pretty easily, stealing from them on the way to the bathroom during class for instance, and the amount of camera malfunctions seemed to skyrocket during her time there. Myla would also start getting into fights, anger spilling out at the bullies, in one instance nearly ripping the earings out of a girls ears with her powers. The girl couldn’t say whether or not it’d been powers, though, considering how much she was crying, and Myla got expelled more than once from it.

In time, they started to leave her alone though, and she continued on with her escapades out in town. A lot of companies had switched to electronic locks, thinking they were the future, and a lot of the time Myla found them easy to break, to trip and open up, to reset to the default all-one password. She took a few joyrides in the cars, too, giving just enough power to open the door but not enough to absolutely scramble the computer, and was caught pretty easily from it. Juvy came from that, though it wasn’t proven that she had any powers, and when Myla got out from it after a year she just had more ideas on what exactly she could do.

After her time there, Myla started to work on her repertoire, using a few little connections to find better scores compared to anything else. There was something still inherently alluring about breaking that system, breaking those attempts at keeping her out, and Myla wanted to see exactly how far she could push things. She took on jobs over the course of a few years, growing to be a local notoriety as far as who the police wanted to find, finding that spike with the accidental pacemaker-deletion of a US Senator while she was trying to open his electronic safe from the room over. The man’s health monitor did survive, however, and Myla made her way out with only a portion the score, but at least was intact.

She would be contracted though to break into a data center, however, to steal a particularly valuable set of design documents for a new model of predictive AI, one that had been kept in physical form to prevent more remote sorts of thievery. This would go absolutely belly-up, though, as halfway in the woman tripped the alarm, panicked, and while trying to open a dead-bolted door absolutely fried $30 billion worth of data center. That landed her well and truly in prison, which also would land her in the Phoenix Program.

Now, Myla’s just here.

Powers:

Φ Magnetism Generation (Electricity Generation, Electronic Disruption), Superhuman Durability Φ

Myla’s more a physical fighter, as her powers are generally limited to producing a very strong magnetic field at close range, though she’s armed herself with some decidedly non-powered tools to even the playing field. One of these, a bag-mounted and concealed Vision Deleter, is slung over her shoulder most days, same as a collapsable, metal baton she charges up.

Crimes:

Φ Corporate Sabotage, Grand Theft, Battery, Breaking and Entering, Drug Possession, Trespassing Φ

The Phoenix Program, thus far, has proven to solely be a job - nothing Myla’s seen has convinced her that it’s a reform program, nor has it pushed her to be a better person. It’s been a set of eyes over her shoulder, a voice in her ear, all while keeping her out of prison in exchange for the low price of removing a few small fries from the street. Myla isn’t against reform, but until it gives her a better job than the one she had before, or a better mindset, then reform isn’t in her mind.

Likes:

Φ “Arts and Crafts”
Φ Cappuccino
Φ Cats

Dislikes:

Φ Stupid friggin “Hero Names” - Hers was chosen by Marketing
Φ NPC-Energy Heroes
Φ Lock-picking. She’s still working on that skill
Φ Black Coffee

Quirks:

Φ Kleptomaniac
Φ Never wears anything metal - Never
Φ Uses Timex Datalink 150 with VHF receiver modification / text-only transmitter. Newer technology gets weird sometimes

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

I feel like I should ask...
The Dispatch-universe is pretty open-ended as far as prior events, right? Not much set in stone there?

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Quietly sweeps my magnet based dispatcher under the rug

It’s cool. I wanted to make a fire guy anyway.

@RisingRobin

If you want I can always do the "Can create a vacuum around themselves" person, but after running that in a MHA game I realized it is absolutely broken.

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

@Thayr

Still could! Sounds like a perfect pairing, maybe just less electric projection, maybe more magnet fuckery!

@FourtyTwo

Could work, yeah. It helps that I was making a Phoenix Program lady, so a little different.

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Hope the medical emergency goes well and all!

Personally interested, but admittedly started writing a Magnetic Field generator before realizing we already have an electric lady. Goddang it.

Halo: Edge of Midnight

Shipmaster Chur'R-Jev,

Tec, & Nol
Anvil Station, Commissary

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"Will the following please report to Conference Room Seven. Cassandra Reed, Tapo'Hatam, Chur'R-Jev, Lucy Holden, Kajina Yates, Solares Morgenstern and Edward Lance as soon as possible."

A clack of the beak in annoyance. Conference Room Seven - normally when those occurred, especially with such a variety of names, it was some sort of hunt or another. The Kig-Yar angled his head ever so slightly to the speaker, listening to each of the names. The SPARTAN-failures, the Sangheili, numerous humans, him…it was some sort of zoo, really, as the humans would call it. Something more interesting than usual. Maybe something profitable. Likely something dangerous.

If it was dangerous, Chur’R-Jev was sure that the SPARTAN could go first. They always did like to do so. Having so many humans…and a Sangheili…would be possibly an issue. Both weren’t ones willing to adjust a hunt like that towards the prospects of securing profit, pausing in that main thing for it. They just had the main issue in mind, with high-minded ideas of ‘professionalism’ and other nonsense. In a way, the Kig-Yar missed the War of Annihilation. Things were so much easier then.

“Not the weirdest thing. I know some people huff paint for the fumes. Disgusting, weird stuff. Oh, and, no thanks. Smoking isn’t for me. Same as her, it’s rotten for the lungs.”

”Want to come along?"

”I will have more. Should you change your mind.”

Chur’R-Jev looked up at the human before back down at the rest of his steak. It would be a shame to waste it. Taking the remaining piece in his claws, juice running between them, with a few choice snaps of the beak the tender meal had disappeared. Running the thin napkin - for some reason, humans still insisted on using such things - between the claws to clean, he looked back up. ”Not much of a choice, I think. Let’s go.”

Getting up, followed by the other two who had finished their meals far quicker, he made his way to the lift. It wasn’t all that slow a time, the lift moving quickly compared to most Chur’R-Jev knew in the Covenant - they kept enough time for a psalm or something of another to the Great Journey. At least, that’s at the Kig-Yar saw it. Perhaps he had just been in very slow lifts before. Perhaps. On coming to the door, though, the Shipmaster produced a security card from his pouch - it had been annoying that he had yet to acquire more, but such was how it was.

”Wait here, he told Tec and Nol, the pair leaning against a wall to immediately discuss exactly what sort of food was best in Kig-Yar clacks.

On entering the room, and looking around to find most others there, the Shipmaster’s feathers ruffled. He wasn’t the last one there. Very annoying. The Kig-Yar took a seat though, looking up to the Sangheili who had decided to stand in the corner. His beak opened, though he considered again before closing it. There wasn’t much more to be said to such.