thewizardguy Member

> Oh yes I know the properties of photons and that. True as that may be, the ability to manipulate photons in itself is impossible, so the whole situation requires a fair bit of suspension of disbelief. With things like controlling and building technological constructs with one's mind and imbuing arrows with kinetic energy, altering their velocity and vector, and other such things, it isn't that far of a stretch. So why not, I say. Nice to see another science enthusiast though! Oh, I know, the entire concept of superheroes is based on a certain level of bullshit. Don't worry, I had no intention of enforcing the laws or reality in a highly fictional universe. I just thought it was a thing worth mentioning, and as such I mentioned it.  > If ya wanna be technical shootin' fireballs out of a magical symbol isn't possible either :D Sure it is, you'd simply need to find a way of generating a highly combustible substance and launching it at the opponent. Assuming the existence of magical energy which could cause energy-to-matter transformation, as well as creating and directing kinetic energy, creating gouts or balls of flame is quite possible. if you were to create a core of explosive materials separated by a thin layer of material, you could even have them explode, effectively summoning grenades.

I still disagree with having a God-character on board, but let's see what happens.

Two figures walked through white hallways, black suits on, metal masks hiding their faces from view. They had no name, they had no face. As far as the world was concerned, these people did not exist, and anything that would prove otherwise disappeared. As the figures reached a large metal door, gloved hands reach upwards. Codes were typed, known only to these nobodies, those who did not exist. And, of course, the same applied for the large room revealed. As the figures entered, the door automatically slammed shut behind them, locking heavily. A series of cameras observed the area from every angle, a long series of test tubes lining the walls. Shadowy figures loomed within, some of them human, some of them.... not. One of the figures stood by the door, observing the room constantly. The other figure moved over to one of the test tubes, gloved hands once more reaching out to operate the control panel besides it. A series of complex codes, the time between keystrokes being measured as carefully as the keystrokes themselves. After about ten minutes, the procedure was complete. With a light hiss, the fluid inside the tank flowed away, sucked into the belly of the mechanisms. Within, all that was left on the floor was a small piece of flesh, the remnants of the hydrochloric acid still burning at it. It twitched, writhing, small fibres and threads of new flesh already beginning to expand from this central core, no longer limited by the acid. Turning, the figures left. The area had already been shut down, no personnel would be moving in the hallways between this area and the next, and there were no alternative routes. There was nothing left to be done. And just like that, there were no figures. No, they had never been there. They had never existed, they were never there at all. All that was left, was the flesh, slowly wriggling on the ground, writhing and growing, the features of a human slowly becoming noticeable as it regained it's original form. Mia had been awoken.

Wow, we got a lot of new people. Also, I need to be a science nerd. Firing a bolt of plasma would most likely instantly kill the person firing. The heat radiated outwards by plasma is sufficient to pretty much kill all human life within 4 meters or so instantly. Using photokinesis could not create hard-light, as photons only take on the properties of a particle while interacting with a Big Particle, before which they are a wave. The photon does not move, it simply grows outwards, creating more photons when it touches a Big Particle, with a lowered energy value. Hard-light constructs are impossible, and make no sense. Science nerd mode deactivated.....

Waiting on a post from Drac and Mithy.

Toguro looks back at the winged creature and the human coming after him. Another might wonder how one of them had grown wings, but Toguro was used to that kind of shit. He was a simple kind of man, he liked to hit things really hard, preferably in the face. Breaking things was what he did, it was what he was good at, what he'd always been good at. This whole protecting thing, it just wasn't his deal, he had no way to protect Genocide during a fight. 'Get back, I'll deal with this.' You see, Toguro was very simple indeed. He liked simple solutions to complex problem. The problem was that he couldn't protect Genocide from those two morons. As such, if he removed the morons from the picture, he'd be right as rain. The best part, of course, was that he got to use his speciality skill; punching things in the face. With another leap, Toguro moved closer to the assailants, crash landing in front of Creed and nearly crashing into Teo on his way down. He stood, unbothered by the frost, the grey surface of his hardened form covered in a thin layer of frost. In the far distance, a roaring sound can be heard, but it doesn't bother Toguro. The far more immediate problem was that these two would undoubtedly make a good fight, and there was nothing Toguro loved more than a good fight. 'Well then, which one of you little bitches has the balls to walk up first. I hope the cold's not slowing you down, because I'm not planning on holding back this time. 100%!' The burst of power was explosive. Toguro's form seemed to shiver, shifting and vibrating, and the ground trembled beneath his feet, as his physical strength went to 100%. Toguro's power allowed him to direct Kinetic Energy, to some degree, and turn it into both a shield that slowed attacks, and a fist that ripped apart walls. He was an indestructible wall of muscle, unbreakable by even the harshest of attacks, the paragon of the warrior. His eyes glowed with strength, a bright red light shining across his now black skin. He seemed to have formed into a different material completely, and it's clear that this would not be an easy fight.

ooh, I feel like there's a dangerous lack of post incentive. Once people are in their dorms, there's not much going on. Shall we have all characters quickly move to their dorms, make a dorm list, and then simply move on to the lunchtime? I fear this rp might stall, as I have seen occur many times before.

> Well, according to his other power, if he wanted to then he could make it so he can be hurt, just to be a little more fail. I just read your other power. Your character is almost literally God. You can alter the rules of reality within a room, and it's impossible to harm you in any way. I believe it would be hard to distil Godmodding into a more pure essence than your character, with infinite power and an unbreakable shield.

Ima create a complot. Anyone who wants to is free to decide what the man is doing, who he is, etc. I have no plans for him, and would love it if someone else finished that little plotline.

The artificial human listened, as Tyler and Aetius spoke over the open communications channel. Well, not really open. But to those who had earned the right to be in Aetius circles would have full access, and be able to hear anything said. It was extended to those who had proven themselves exceptionally skilled in their particular field, or exceptionally useful in other manners. While 57 had some objections about Tyler's informality, he had to admit that Tyler was quite capable, in his own way. But 57.... he worked a bit differently. Normally, the moment Tyler had asked for reports, he would have reported instantly, but his current situation prohibited him from speaking so openly. Moving over the rooftops, he silently strode from place to place, ducking and rolling. He was capable of moving far faster than he did, but he wasn't trying to outpace his prey. While performing a routine inspection of the weapon's facilities, he had discovered that one of the workers had an unusually elevated heartbeat and breath rate, as well as having smelled perspiration. A certain amount of fear was usual, due to his reputation as a merciless killer. However, this particular quantity of fear had been sufficient for 57 to take notice, and to trail the person now. he was moving quickly, and hesitated at a turn. he was looking around, wide-eyed. He was trying to find his way, which meant he was not going home - 57 had memorized the worker roster, and this man, Bill Whites, had worked here for 4 years, and hadn't moved. This meant that he was moving to a different location, which he was nervous about, and which seemed to be tied to 57's arrival. More and more 57 decided he was suspicious of this man. Normally, he would have arrested him, and had him questioned on suspicion of terrorism with the highly advanced and highly feared interrogation devices Helios had designed. However, this man had a purpose, and 57 would trail him to this location, and hopefully discover his associates. This could allow him to out an entire terrorist cell. Of course, fighting might be required. 57's hand lightly brushed the hilt at the back of his left boot, where his spare knife was always kept. He'd be able to take down a number of enemies using simply this, even without his specialized armor. However, if they were using heavy-duty Combat Suits, or high-level metas, he would need better equipment to take care of them.