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Sarah and Alex

Location - Stream Bank

After watching several survivors stumble their way over to the stream, Sarah wondered how many actually survived. Perhaps being in those cars actually managed to save their lives. Either way a couple seemed to collapse once they made it to the waters edge. Who are all these people and why were they all being transported in what was essentially a mobile prison? Some of them looked rough around the edges but most seemed pretty average.

A good example was a blonde guy, probably a year or two older that Sarah herself. If he were actually standing straight he would be a whole head taller. From the looks of it Sarah might be the short one of the bunch. Not that she minded that. It was one thing that made people underestimate her. Back on track though the boy collapsed presumably to rest. Ordinarily this would be around the point that she would just wander off and leave everyone to fend for themselves. But here she was outside her element. It's one thing to survive in the city and another to be out in the wilderness.

Grumbling to herself she wandered over to Alex and did her best to nudge him with her foot. "Hey, you still alive?" She knelt down on her haunches and waited impatiently for an answer.

Alex looked over at the stranger, and if he had saw her on the street his first thought would be get away, however this is not the time to particular about who to befriend. He paused for a moment before replying, "Oh, yeah. Just a bit bruised. So.." he paused, wondering if he should bring up the whole thing about powers. "Yeah, I am fine. You?" he said, trying to change the subject.

Glancing over Alex's injuries she shrugged lightly and raised her arms from her sides. "Doing a whole lot better than you are." Smirking slightly she leaned closer before glaring down at Alex. You wouldn't happen to know why everyone was on that train do you?" She put her left hand down flat against his chest rather roughly.

Alex gently tried to move her hand to the side and starting to sit up on one knee. He glanced both ways and started to speak quietly, "I have a theory, but I am not sure if everyone should know this. You seem like you won't panic." he said before pausing a moment, "Um, I seen this word, 'Apotheosis' on the wall. I think it might be a disease. I found that I could do things.. things people shouldn't be able to do, or maybe it just in my head. I think about a person, and then they start doing better."

Allowing the hand to be moved Sarah watched as the blonde sat up. Since he was whispering that told that he didn't want what was going to be said spread around. For a moment her hopes of getting a solid answer were up. But what she got was rather vague, at least to her. She got that he believed that he may have some special ability but the explanation didn't really clear anything up. Her expression conveyed that whatever he was saying sounded a bit crazy. "Huh?"

He sighed, and thought he should of guessed it would sound crazy. He raised his voice back to normal and said, "Maybe I just hit my head harder than I thought, but maybe it will just be easier to show you." he said, rooting around in the dirt before finding a rock, and presenting it to her. "Throw this." he said, while focusing on her and letting an invisible cloud of energy to wash over her as he thought about her upper body strength.

What exactly was this kid getting at. Clearly he didn't know what she was capable of which was somewhat relieving. Though she wasn't entirely keen on showing her power just yet. But she was curious so rather than calling him crazy she took the stone and stood back up. Glancing around she made sure no one else was watching. Before throwing though she pointed down at Alex. "You keep quiet about this or you'll end up like this rock." Drawing back she aimed at the wreckage and threw it like a baseball. Now she could have thrown such a small object pretty hard already but the stone might as well have been fired from a gun because it closed the distance in the blink on an eye and exploded into dust.

Taken aback by the sudden increase in her own strength Sarah's eyes opened wide. She glanced at her hand for a moment and then back at the train. She mouthed a few words before turning back to Alex. "Okay...alright. I think I get you now." She offered a hand to help him up. If he had some special ability then they were probably on board for the same reason. Plus someone that can boost her like that would be good to have around in a pinch.

He took her hand and stood up, trying to shake off the dust from his clothes. As he thought, the other people on the train must had some thing special about them, she must already be super-strong. Though, that was her holding back, what could she do alone when she actually tried, much less boosted by his power. He allowed the fog of energy to return to him.

"I stopped using my power on you. It can drain me fairly quickly if I am not careful, and we might need it. If those people are willing to kidnap us once, they will probably try again, and I am not sure if they want us alive, or need us alive. I think everyone on that train had some type of... power. I am not one for groups, but I think we need to stick together unless you also happen to be bullet-proof." he said, gesturing with his head towards other people along the creak.

"Hmm..." Turning around and looking at the other survivors Sarah mulled over the idea. The more of them stuck together could be helpful depending on what they could do. That is if they could get along with one another. A girl a little earlier gave her a look that told her she wanted to be left alone. "It would help our odds. Who do you think we should talk to first?" Alex seemed like a more trusting soul than she was. To her the others seemed like potential trouble in the making.

@Leotamer

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@Leotamer Gotcha. And I'm in agreement with our GM, probably should collab to keep the post from being too small as there's back and forth.

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Hm, who should Sarah bother interact with first?

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It's a good way to let people know what the voice sounds like without all the potentially confusing sound terms. You just need to find the right person, and then people can look up interviews or something to hear their talking voice.

@Treue

Yeah, I just put one for Sarah.

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@Treue Cool. Don't think I've ever done a voice claim before. Though that's not a bad idea.

Accidental Magical Girl CYOA

@Rice Porridge Sorry to see you go. Take care.

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Obviously Sarah's is a lot more straightforward. She just kind of need to exist to be protected and use her strength. The trouble comes when she's trying to be more gentle.

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@Treue Heeeey, Taylor made it out relatively unscathed. That makes two not beaten to a pulp.

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Considering Sarah is in decent physical shape from the crash she probably made it to the stream ahead of most (if not all). So she's probably watching everyone else hobble in her general direction.

EDIT: And I tweaked my post a bit. Nothing major just put her at the stream and added her watching the others come toward the stream.

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To say that Sarah was pissed would be an understatement. For once she'd been minding her own business, not bothering anybody when she got nabbed. Or at least that's what she assumed anyway. The exact circumstances that lead her to be in this train car were unclear. But she was pretty sure she hadn't been punching someone's face in or running from the cops. There was only a vague memory of being hauled around by a couple suits and then waking up here. The sensation of train movement was a familiar one. She'd freighthopped a few times so she knew right away that wherever she was going was probably a good distance. You don't put stuff on a train if it's just going across town.

That said this was more like a prison on wheels. Being locked up wasn't unfamiliar but this was like a suped up juvi you'd find in a comic book. Full metal walls, extra solid door, no windows, and fed through a slot. Initially the girl had almost laughed until she nearly broke her hand attempting to throw a solid punch at the door. Her strength and resilience had vanished. Clearly whoever had her locked up they knew what they were doing and what they were up against. This did scare her since it meant that her captors were in a league of their own. But that fear ended up masked behind anger and frustration. After making a whole lot of noise and banging on the walls either no one could hear or they didn't care.

Eventually giving into the present circumstance the teenager just found herself trying to keep herself entertained whilst fuming. Not a lot to do trapped in a metal box other that wait and twiddle one's thumbs. Plotting to take advantage of the next opportunity to maul one of the guards was the best solace she had for the moment. Her wish was soon to be answered, though not in a way she expected.

Sarah had been laying down when the lights flickered. It was just enough for her to open her eyes before the horrendous sound of groaning and squealing metal filled her ears. A train wreck was deadly under most circumstances to all onboard and the rude awakening caused a moment of panic as her body was tossed around. Thankfully whatever mechanism that had been inhibiting her powers was down. Becoming another dangerous flying object the car she was in landed on one end and crumpled like a can.

Being physically unharmed, well mostly, Sarah was still in a daze. What the hell just happened? It took a solid two minutes before she got her wits about her and pried herself loose from the twisted wreckage. The scene before her looked like what you would expect, but nothing ever prepares you for. There wasn't any time to stand around in shock and awe though. Whoever's train this was were likely to learn of what happened and come rummaging through there. Spotting a stream she groaned lightly from her sore body. Aside from the discomfort though she was fine and walked away from the carnage like she hadn't just been in it.

Arriving at the stream she looked around. Not one for geography or knowing the kind of plant life on any area it was hard to make out where she was. It was hilly with lots of trees. The middle of nowhere basically. This is great. Wilderness survival was not her thing. Whilst piecing together what to do she noticed that others were making their way down to the stream as well. Though from what she could tell they were a lot worse for wear than she was. None of them appeared to be dressed in any kind of uniform like some of the dead guards or appeared armed. Feeling rather confident she didn't make much on an effort to hide. If one of them wanted to make trouble she should be able to overpower them by their injuries alone.