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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

This was explained to me, but not to Chatterbox. Also, he's not sure what Noble's weapon does, so he's being overly cautious.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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His weapon dropped to the ground, but hers did not. Damn, it appeared that he'd overestimated his sway over Sofia. Very unfortunate, but at least it appeared that the hero wasn't about to shoot them, if only because she was bound by a moral code, which he was not bound by. This in mind, he suddenly realized something—mostly because of Noble's back and forth—the soldiers were in earshot of him and even if they weren't consciously listening to him...well, that didn't really matter for his power so long as their hearing wasn't blocked.

That meant they'd heard the same amount as Noble had, which was pitifully not enough, so he'd just have to offer up more. This in mind he waited for Noble to turn her attention back to him, and that she did, asking him to tell his cyborg friend to stand down. That'd be Arsenal and, the showman he was, he really ought to introduce any of his friends she mentioned, except perhaps Headhunter.

“Ah, that'd be Arsenal, Ma'am and I'm not so sure any of them will listen even if I tell them to stand down. Of course, I can try,” he slowly moved a hand—keeping up the act—to his bluetooth device, acting as if he had to activate it, and then spoke.

“If you wouldn't mind standing down and maybe improving our chances of not being shot that would be wonderful, Arsenal. Thanks.” He let his hand slip back behind his head, where he was holding them both now, in an effort to convince her that he was quite powerless when he was in fact, not.

“As to how things should proceed, Ms. Noble. Perhaps we could discuss this over dinner?” He smiled faintly, clearly trying to inject some levity into the situation. Given the nature of his power and the fact that none of their adversaries knew about it, even when he took control, they wouldn't be aware of anything being amiss, not until much later.

Of course they'd almost certainly be more prepared next time, but if they were able to hear him, well...they'd be shit out of luck, because the effect was cumulative and only long stretches of time would cause it to start wearing down. Enough of that though, he needed to focus on making the effect strong enough for him to wrest control of the situation from Noble and her soldiers' hands.

“Though, in all seriousness, I'm sure my comrades and I would rather not go to jail, which would surely be the result of this encounter. However, that's not really up to us, so what did you have in mind for how things go, moving forwards, mmm?” He attempted to engage her in conversation, because if she took the bait, then he could keep talking, and talking was very good for them all in this context.

Well, for all of his teammates at least. It was very bad for the opposition. This in mind he kept an eye out for any of the soldiers that were conscious and in range, because they might give small tells to reveal to him just how suggestive they'd become. Which, speaking of suggestive people, if they got out of this he really ought to bring along one of his thralls in the future, if not two or three. Probably hand pick them for usefulness, yes, that was a good idea.

He made a mental note...and then waited as that was all he could really do.

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Outsider

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Nodding his head at Furnace as he departed, he found his attention pulled back to the member of the minutemen as he handed him a card, which he accepted gratefully, pocketing it—as he had wisely install pockets in his costume. Having them was just too useful for him to pass up. His response to the compliment was also pretty positive, as he brought a hand to his neck and rubbed it slightly, smiling, “Ah, thanks haha. What's that all about?” He asked as Kyoshi answered a call.

When she finished however, he became informed of what it had been about, which caused him to narrow his eyes slightly. “Well, if it's not in enclosed spaces I could tag along and help you guys, maybe, um, give the team thing a test run yeah?” After all, it wasn't like he really had anything better to do.

Yoshua's Character Storage Mark VII

T H R E A D S

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^{N A T H A N C R O S S ◼ B I R T H D A T E ( A G E ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

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▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 6'1.

◼ WEIGHT | 210 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Your character's body shape, this can be a single descriptive word that you can build on in the description section below.

◼ HAIR COLOR | What colour is your character's hair? Note you can elaborate on this in the description if your character changes their hair colour often or if it's a difficult to describe color or combination.

◼ EYE COLOR | What is character's eye color? This can be elaborated on if needed in the description should your character be wearing colored contacts or has changing eye colors due to their abilities.

◼ OTHER | Can be changed/removed depending on if your character has any other noteworthy features. Feel free to add additional stats for piercings, tattoos, scars etc. Sexuality could also be added here if you feel it's worth noting.

//DESCRIPTION:

A written description of the character's appearance. Keep in mind that appearance isn't only limited to their physical make up, but the style of clothes they wear, they're body language and in general how they present themselves.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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This is the story of your character's life, their defining moments nd how they made it from the womb to where they are now. You can include as much other details as you think is necessary but don't go overboard and spell everything out. Sometimes its best to show through the IC than to tell in the CS.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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What is driving your character? What makes them tick? Why do they act the way they do.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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//ABILITIES:

◼ Telekinetic Threads | A power with exceptional flexibility, Nathan Cross has the ability to create any number of glowing crimson energy constructs in the shape of threads, which he may then manipulate as an extension of his body. These threads possess no inherent weight, but nonetheless possess substance making it possible for them to interact with, or be affected by, the world around them. As extensions of his will, each thread sends back a measure of sensory feedback in the vein of touch, allowing Nathan an awareness of their position and contact with things in his surroundings. The threads are fully capable of extending to great lengths and Nathan is even capable of increasing their thickness considerably—though this results in him being unable to conjure as many threads as he otherwise could.

Perhaps the most intriguing function of his power, Nathan's threads are capable of weaving with one another to create more complex constructs such as limbs, armor, or even tools so long as they maintain a point of contact with his body. Furthermore, while Nathan can create as many threads as he wants, they are limited to a maximum bear weight of no more than 2000 lbs or 1 ton. The aforementioned bear weight may also be used to exert force, be it blunt or piercing in nature, and may be distributed over any number of threads in any manner that Nathan sees fit.

Note: It is worth mentioning that when his threads are woven into more complex constructs they reinforce one another, making the construct more durable than the sum of its parts and also about 5-10% stronger than the combined strength of the involved threads.

◼ Telekinetic Biology | An extension of his Telekinetic Thread ability, this is less an active ability and more of a passive trait of his biology. In essence, the threads manifested by his ability are significantly stronger than his body and as such—so that he does not crush himself when lifting things with them—Nathan's threads actually extend throughout his body, aligned with all of his internal workings. While Nathan is not aware of them, these threads essentially increase his physical durability proportional to the amount of force being exerted on his body allowing him to lift tremendous weights—albeit only with his threads—or even throw himself or stop suddenly without fear of tearing muscles or pulling bones out of socket, or...well, being crushed. This ability is also what makes his threads more intuitive for him to control, which is why he is capable of multitasking when controlling his power.

◼ TBD | Test

//SKILLS:

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//LIMITATIONS:

◼ TBD | Test

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//WEAKNESSES:

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▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD | Test

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

ℳ a i r y e ll Ҝ a s i o. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .s ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴜ ι ɴ ᴇ

^{"I'll let you off easy this time, but don't be surprised if next time things don't end so cleanly."
Theme I ♦ Theme II ♦ Theme III}

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His mind wondering what Aeris was up to Mairyell had finished his preperations for the mission several hours prior and then reconvened with the other members of the 'infiltration team' as it were. He found it interesting that the most seemingly normal out of them, aside from that human who was also...present—oddly enough—was the one leading them. Then again, he supposed that'd keep them realistic as the man was perhaps one of the more fragile members of the group.

As the guards were thrown in he regarded them with what amounted to indifference before picking up the clothes and, rather grudgingly, donning them. When he saw the badge that Charles handed him he chuckled slightly.

However, before he could put it on, the third of their party handed him a picture. He nodded to himself, an eyebrow ever so slightly raised before pushing the picture into place, before clipping the badge onto his chest where it belonged.

Then Charles began to relay his plan as he glanced over the hologram depicting the layout of the prison. He let the man's words sink in as he continued to study it, keeping quiet as he did so. The plan was rough around the edges, but many were. In fact, Mairyell was of the belief that perfect plans simply did not exist. He'd made them before and they always fell apart so, obviously, they had not been perfect.

There was an old military adage that referred to such things. Something like 'no plan survives contact with the enemy,' and he'd found out from experience that such was more often than not true.

Finishing his inspection of the hologram, the hunter looked up at Charles. “Once we're in, I'll help you to cell blocks A and B. I think things will hold together so long as we're all careful and we play our parts. That means we need to keep our nerves about us.” His words had the tone of a professional's, and Mairyell was definitely that. He'd been a hunter for over a hundred years and he was internationally recognized for his skills. The problem would be going unrecognized, of course...it seemed that Charles had a solution to that. “I think all three of us should have the spell cast on us. Better to minimize our chances of being recognized once we pull this off. Especially you two, since I doubt you have lives that let you lay low.”

This in mind he walked to the back of the truck, having stood up, and waited. When they heard a knock from the other side, he knocked back twice, “We're clear,” the hybrid said, “Let's go.”

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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As she heard and then felt Protean approach, she sped up and side stepped, running diagonally as well as forwards as she upped her pace. Still some of her hair found itself snagged by the hero and she grimaced as he tugged and tore at it a bit, causing her to wince and—rather embarrassingly—squeal a little. Blushing very lightly despite herself, Evelyn had a look of Chagrin on her face, before it was replaced with relief when their trainer shifted forms again after disengaging. Then he began to speak in riddles, and immediately she caught onto one of them, her eyes lighting up, a smile crossing her features.

“Queue!” She said, “Queue is the answer to the first riddle,” she clarified immediately, the words coming out more clearly as she slowed her pace back to what it had been before—mostly to conserve energy. Feeling a bit proud of herself Evelyn, nonetheless, continued running. If one of her other teammates couldn't figure out one of the riddles she'd offer to give them a break instead. After all it seemed like she might be in the best shape out of all of them, so she was fully prepared to continue the run.

While fighting Protean—especially given his three transformations so far—was daunting, she'd rather she be the one to do it than put one of her teammates through that. Of course...that also depended on if she could use her power or not, regardless she was relatively well prepared for that. She hoped it wouldn't come to her using her staff against whatever wild beast Protean decided to take the form of. Besides, at least offering a helping hand to a member of her teammates—even if the shifter didn't allow it—would build rapport, which was good, right?

Always good, yeah....

Her thoughts in order, she continued her run, waiting for the responses of the rest of her team. She hoped they'd do well.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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The tear gas was far enough away, Arsenal would have to take care of himself, he thought selfishly, glad that he was—in the moment—immune to bullet fire and the tear gas. As he'd thought, Sofia's power was incredibly useful, plus, he doubted she was aware that he'd used his power on her. That in mind, he made her immune to it again, before shifting his mind into gear. How to get to Gamble?

Unfortunately, before he could start tackling the issue and come up with a plan, a certain Protectorate hero decided to rudely interrupt his train of thought. 'Noble' he thought, noting that Arsenal had found a new bit of cover and the sound of gunfire had died down somewhat. He'd also noted Headhunter's message a few moments ago, and he was keeping it in mind as he opened his mouth, “Now, let's not get hasty,” he said, raising his hands into the air, one of them still clasped with Sofia's so that her arm raised as well. It was meant as a gesture of good will, of apparent surrender, but in reality it would only reinforce the effect of his power-laden words. Perhaps make her lower her guard some, or at least make her think she had them right where she wanted them.

Reinforcing this further, he continued speaking, moving the fingers of his gun-laden hand slowly, “I'm going to drop my weapon, so don't shoot, alright?” He said, slowly letting his arm lower—as it was faced away from him—before releasing his fingers and letting the P90 clatter against the asphalt of the road. “There,” he began, raising his hand back to its former position slowly, so she wouldn't get startled. He wasn't sure if she was jumpy or not, so he preferred to be careful—especially if that weapon was some kind of tinkertech, who knew what it might do.

“Maybe we can just work this out, yeah? You've incapacitated one of us, you're holding two of us hostage, and our sniper appears to be...severely inconvenienced. If you'll allow it, I'll tell everyone to just stand down for a moment,” he said, pointing a thumb to his bluetooth headset. The reality was that it was already on and the whole team had already heard his words. However, he was up to something, “Should we get on our knees then? I'd rather you not shoot me.” With each time he spoke and referenced a lack of violence, subtle suggestions would weasel their way into her mind, far far more difficult to detect than an ability like the one Captain Morales possessed.

“Now, Ms. Noble. I'm still armed, I'm going to pull the gun from the holster at my hip, and toss it across the ground. You've won, I'm not gonna pull something and get myself and my friend shot, whether it's non-lethal or otherwise, alright? Just let me do this.” The effect was compounding, she'd feel less and less of an urge to use her weapon to do them damage, and unless it was some kind of power nullifier it wasn't likely to do anything to them anyways.

Slowly, giving Sofia a look, he started lowering himself to his knees—if she allowed it-- and then with slow, deliberate movements reached towards the gun at his hip—something that was in plain sight. He made sure not to even come into physical contact with the weapon. Instead, he met Noble's gaze and asked, “May I remove my firearm ma'am,” without even the slightest shred of condescension. In fact, to her—should he have gotten to this point—he'd sound convincingly subservient. He'd seem defeated, and his words would seem trustworthy. He was selling the impression that neither he nor Sofia had the capability of disarming her.

“If not, um, comrade,” he said as he squeezed Sofia's hand, “...If you would be so kind to ignore all our nearby weapons,” as he did so his eyes glanced up at Noble, looking fearfully at her weapon, “Just...make them all hit the ground please.” His intention, which he may or may not have slightly have used his power to reinforce in Sofia, was to have his teammate ignore Noble's weapon as well as his own, effectively disarming her. Since he was already on his knees, one hand near his weapon, but not concealing it, he'd be in position to grab it, whip it up, and nail her with several rubber bullets before she could retaliate. However, he'd only act if the ploy worked.

If Sofia did not do this well...it'd be troubling, but he figured he might still be able to handle things so long as he was not knocked out or silenced.

The stakes were high.

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Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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Already running, near the head of the pack, so to speak, she only turned when Protean began speaking, and she did not regret doing so. Her eyes widening, she turned back to her running and rather than continue the casual pace she sped up some. She wasn't going full tilt, she'd save her energy unless he got close, but she did instinctively localize the 'shadow' of her projection around her body, allowing her a sensory field of sorts.

If he came near, she'd be ready to avoid him...hopefully.

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Outsider

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Relieved that the majority of them believed he wasn't out to get them, he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in. Smiling slightly he raised an eyebrow as one of the capes rather enthusiastically asked him a question. “Um, well. I think I may have seen one or two. I guess a group is better than flying solo,” he said, chuckling a bit and rubbing the back of his neck. It felt good to have all his emotions on the surface, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

“Do you, uh, have a way to contact you? I can get back to you on that offer. This is, after all, just my debut I guess. Of course, I guess I didn't really do much, arriving as late as I did.” He frowned slightly, a wave of disappointment and a small touch of shame washing through him. He frowned slightly and then shrugged a bit and smiled again.

After a moment he shuffled a bit, clearly feeling a bit awkward. He hadn't really knowingly spent any time with capes other than his sister, and with her it was different—they were family before they were capes. So this was new...and a bit weird, really.

He wasn't sure exactly what to do.

Collusion

*Casually keeps an eye on this*

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@ProPro I've got work today. Meant to post yesterday, but I got caught up in running my RP and the new Dark Souls 3 DLC. I'll look about getting a post up within the next few days (pretty much as soon as I either have a ton of muse, or a day off).

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ⱥ ismael Ѵ ea-vartari. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ⱦ ʜ ᴇ ℚ ᴜ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ ' s s ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ

^{Ominar – Prae Headquarters 'The Spire' – Highest Office
Day two - Morning
Theme I}

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Impeccable manners, as she had thought he had been trained almost from birth and he had been trained well. While a smile already graced her lips, a pleased, somewhat amused look was embedded deep in her sparkling blue eyes as she stared at her young knight.

“Oh, believe me I have a task for you, but first.... Good morning and welcome to Medius, or...Earth as some of the humans call it.” She stood from her chair, “You may rise, young knight,” she said, turning from him, her hands folding over one another behind her back as she returned to gazing out the sweeping window of her office and off into the city.

“Before you lies what is a human city,” she begun “...but I think, in time we may call it our home as well. Today you will help me, you will be my eyes and my wings, Nasargiel.” If he had not yet joined her, she now turned her head just enough so that she could see him from the corner of her eye, and then gestured that he join her. “I will not ask you if you are ready,” she said, once he had taken his place at her side, “I will not pressure you unless necessary, but I will ask much of you, young one.”

She gave him a sidelong glance, the smile gone from her features for a moment. The serious expression was calculated to allow him an understanding of her authority without ordering him, without pushing him. It was to show him the seriousness behind her words and actions going forwards, even if she often acted pleasantly and with grace.

Most of all, though he would not understand its significance, it was a look behind the mask and into the cold, icy heart of his Exeo. Into the mind of the Queen's Spear.

She turned her gaze from him, smiling, clearly pleased at what she had seen in him.

“Today,” she begun, “I have been informed that there is to be a riot or protest of sorts. I will be sending you and a small squad to assist the OCPD in handling the situation. However, you are only to interfere once things have, as the humans like to say, gone south. That is to say, things will have gotten messy, perhaps violent. Crimes will have been committed.”

She paused a moment, looking at him. “If you question the morality of this directive, let me remind you of two things. First, everything that I do—and thus everything you do—is for the sake of both our own prosperity and that of the human race in the centuries to come. Second, this is a move to show that left alone, humans only cause destruction to themselves and others. To reinforce that, with our guidance they may attain a truly stable society such that they will never miss being as they are now.”

She again watched his expression, but this time she did not look away, instead she waited to see if he had anything to say. After all, despite having learned as much as she could have from his parents, friends, and the files their government kept on its citizens, there was simply no substitute for personal interaction and analysis. Thus, she awaited his reply, hoping that he would not only fail to disappoint her, but that he would succeed in interesting her.

Of course, her expectations had been let down before....

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Ｓ z a y e i s. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴍ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ

^{"Which will it be, your pride...or your life?"
Ominar – Streets –> Ominar – The Abyss
Day two – After Midnight
Theme I ♦ Theme II}

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Things were going splendidly, the nightwalker thought as he strolled through the city. He made a point of looking less...distinctive as he did so, after all, he didn't want to look suspicious while he checked on his men.

Of course, he had almost finished. In fact, with Aeris out of his hair once more, he could pay a visit to two others. The thought brought him great joy actually, after all, he could see both now, and he had a hand in the suffering of both parties. This in mind, he slipped into an alleyway and stepped right into a shadow, vanishing.

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Reappearing in almost the same moment he had vanished, the nightwalker found himself, quite amusingly, face to face with a monstrous angry Licentia. He smiled up at it, emitting his vis quite intentionally—sure to notify Darius of his presence in addition to the monster before him. “Well done,” he said to the Djinn, before he vanished again, his voice impossible to hear through the rubble that separated him from his adopted son. As he reappeared he did it just behind a casually retreating Krysta, his movements entirely silent, his vis suppressed, he was impossible for her to detect.

So it was that, with a grin, he spoke out, breaking the silence. “Well done.”

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Elsewhere, a far less amused looking nightwalker waltzed out from a dark crevice in the wall and regarded Darius with a disappointed, but entirely unsurprised frown. As if to say, 'Oh look who ran into trouble again.' To the Kitsune, it would be an expression he found all too familiar.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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Suddenly, the situation they'd had firmly under control with them possessing the advantage got quite suddenly turned around. While his compatriots dealt with their own issues his attention turned to the blur of movement that swiftly became a sound of something hitting the ground. His mind moved fast in the moment and reached a swift conclusion: He didn't want to know what anything the enemy threw at them was or could do, he just wanted it to not do it. So it was that almost as soon as the tear gas grenade landed he put a hand on Sofia's shoulder and yelled, "Ignore it!"

His other hand was aimed at the object in question. He really hoped that she did it fast, because while the likelihood of it being some kind of frag grenade was almost non-existent, he couldn't help but worry. More likely it was some kind of chemical agent or containment foam meant to immobilize. Either way it was bad fucking news and his state of near panic, adrenaline pumping, caused him to inject a small dose of his power when he had yelled at her. If it would have normally made her freeze up to be yelled at in a highly dangerous new situation, then now it would instead let her act more easily.

Later he would answer for it if necessary—but more likely no one would even know he had done it and if they did...he could honestly say that it was an unintentional use of his power.

Of course, maybe he'd used it because he knew he could handle the situation. Knew that, with his power, everyone would move accordingly...do what he wanted, what they needed to do for all of them to get through this in one piece, together, with their cargo in tow. He could probably get Broker to recognize the necessity of his power if they pulled this off because of his ability taking hold of the reins. Perhaps he could make it strong enough to effect Broker, no, not perhaps FOR SURE.

Then it hit him...he may have been confident, but he was no fool, and Broker was immune to all powers that attempted to effect him overtly--his train of thought didn't make any sense. What the hell was going on? It didn't matter! He could handle i-- NO, not true. His power had virtually no use in a combat situation. He was human, he told himself, trying to ground himself against the waves of confidence. His eyes narrowed, but his focus remained on Sofia and the canister. Maybe he could kick it away? No...he may have been in a good shape, but that might break the canister. It was strange to question himself in this way, it reminded him of old...disgusting habits he'd had when he was younger...before his power. Gritting his teeth, he began reciting as many of his own flaws and failings in his head as he possibly could, letting the old beast that had been his anxiety surface just a little bit. He'd conquered it...so now he'd use it to keep himself under control...hopefully.

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Evelyn Chambers - Tulpa

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As she began wiping away the tears, just a little embarrassed—though Messia—Alessa's own grief and excitement warmed her heart and helped somewhat. When their new leader kissed Ira's cheeks she couldn't help but chuckle, until of course Alessa did the same to her, causing her cheeks to flush—though it was hard to tell since they had already been a bit red from emotion. So she swallowed her awkwardness as best she could and simply smiled at the others—Alessa included.

She watched with a small kernal of amusement as their leader tried to organize her thoughts and emotions, resulting in her being something of a happy mess. Still, it was better than the crushing grief that had plagued Alessa before. Even though they hadn't known one another long, she decided that she much preferred a happy Alessa to an upset one. When Alessa left she smiled at the other wards, including even the broody Margrave, before waving and excusing herself.

She headed for her room, finally feeling somewhat free of emotional baggage, and promptly changed into something more comfortable after which she laid down and promptly let the world go, slipping into what would be a surprisingly restful sleep. However, before that, she managed to remember to call her parents and tell them she was sleeping at PRT HQ...just so they wouldn't worry. After that...well, the world drifted away with her consciousness and that was that.

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BA-RING BA-RING BA-RING

She woke with a start, confused, unsure of where she was or what time it was, before her world settled back into place, she felt the comforting presence of her projection, and then managed to find her phone and turn off the garrish alarm. In about an hour it would be time for her first training session with the team, but for now she could lay back down an—no! She sat up straight and then leaned back against the wall and laughed a bit. She'd almost let herself go right back to sleep.

Almost.

After a minute or two of acclimating herself to being awake, she hopped out of bed, took a shower, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and finally stood in her room with a slight pout as she tried to decide what to wear. Should she put on her full costume for training...get used to moving in it, or should she wear something more casual.

After a few moments of contemplation she decided she'd just slip into her costume, that way if they got put on patrol or called to duty for some reason she'd be ready. Besides, she really needed to get used to the outfit, adjust to it, let it adjust to her. She'd worn it before, of course, but still.

Once she was dressed she headed for the Gymnasium and upon arrival greeted the other wards with a smile—since she had decided against donning her mask. She had brought it with her, but not put it on.

Looking around she noticed Protean and felt her heart leap in her chest, a feeling of elation swelling. They were actually about to receive training from a member of the Protectorate. Soooo cool she thought with glee, the joy shining through her eyes and lighting up her fave somewhat. In the area around her, if one was looking closely, a silvery glimmer could be seen, shifting almost like hot gas clashing with cold air. Its shape was entirely indistinct.

Then Protean began talking and she noticed the absence of their second in command. As Protean explained a frown came over her features, though it was slight. Dean's departure from the team had been silent...he hadn't even said goodbye. They'd effectively lost two wards in one—she cut the thought off, swallowing hard and reminding herself that they'd found a way to help Collin and even though the Director was almost sure not to allow him to rejoin the team—not to mention the fact that he'd be incapable of using his power to begin with—at least he'd be alive and well.

After reading the letter, which caused her slightly more distress, Evelyn was glad to have Protean order physical activity. She was in good shape and while five laps wouldn't be much for her, it would certainly be a welcome distraction. So she took to it swiftly, probably even the first of her teammates to do so. She wondered how the others would fare.

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Outsider

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Hider

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As the attention of the various capes on the rooftop shifted to him, Jake found it interesting to watch their varied reactions. Most were wary, some didn't seem to respond at all, one was downright terrified, and one was...amicable? Huh, he hadn't expected that and it made him a bit happy honestly, happy that someone other than his sister could tell that he wasn't threatening to them.

When Furnace spoke up, Outsider moved his head slightly, as if to regard the cape while he spoke, though he couldn't help but glean a measure of amusement regarding the figure's pose. He even had a few passing—if somewhat disturbing—thoughts regarding any of them threatening him. Of course, it was bad to assume and was also a moot point since he was a hero. When Furnace was done, for he knew it could only be said cape—and the strange green-clad woman had spoke, he responded.

“Call me Outsider, and I'm no threat” as he spoke, his voice would sound strange, somewhat hollow and sonorous, almost as if it were coming from somewhere removed, its tone infused with the slightest amusement, though it was more neutral than anything else. It was additionally strange due to the fact that it had no true origin point. While they would be able to tell it was his voice after a moment, they would have trouble pinpointing where it had come from exactly as it was only directional meaning that one could really only tell that it was coming from his general direction.

Chuckling slightly, the sound initially a bit difficult to identify as such, he spoke again, “...ah and I'm not an Endbringer either, just a relatively new independent hero. A cape, just like the rest of you.... Though my power is a bit strange.” As he said it he focused on his human form and suddenly—faster than they could blink—the creature was gone, replaced instead by a human figure, in costume. His costume was relatively simple, its colors about as neutral as its tone had been consisting of a sleeveless shirt, and pants—with gray and black, white boots and a white mask that covered only the space around his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Beyond that there were only a pair of gloves, half white and half black in coloration.

“Sorry to startle,” he said, holding his hands up to show they were empty before dropping them to his sides where they slipped into pockets. His posture, while straight, had something about it that oozed a relaxed nature. His voice, now not at all hollow, was human, but just as neutral as before, though there was a note of an apology there. All in all, he hoped he'd seem as harmless as he felt.