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Anyone interested in having a run in with one of the Identia?

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Static and Starfire!

January 1st, 7:44 PM
New York City, New York

Starfire wondered what Chipotle was and then watched silently on, rocking back and forth on her heels, as Clio and the woman named Karen discussed apparel. Clio’s clothes were most likely trampled on and dirty right now as they did not seem to be made of the same stuff as Starfire’s purple outfit.

After a few moments, it was just Starfire and the man named V. Starfired looked at him and smiled, and then tilted her head to one side.

"You say you are not special. Do most people you know have the ability to summon and control lightning?" She asked. Perhaps, Starfire thought, every human or other creature living on this planet had unique and special abilities. So far she had only seen a few with powerful abilities, but perhaps every other human was just shy.

Virgil had by now pulled out his phone. It seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime to go to a little dinner thing with Karen Hernandez, the pop star of the century. That, and the opportunity to maybe fill a void that was left when he and Frieda...well...That wasn’t as important right now. Virgil needed to focus on the situation at hand.

Ricky and Sharon were still out there somewhere. However, it was as he was cycling through the apps on his cellular device, that he realized that Starfire was still there. Some part of him made him think that she’d just follow along when the girls talked about clothes and changing. They kinda traveled in packs to do whatever back in Dakota. Never judge a book by it’s cover, he supposed. He thought about her question.

“Well, I guess not many…” The young man replied sheepishly. He was mostly trying to draw attention away from himself so that he could maybe make a quick escape, though, he didn’t wanna be blunt about it now that the attention was on him.

Starfire tilted her head even more and raised an eyebrow.

"Are there...two hundred lightning wielders?" She asked, guessing an amount she thinks might be right. Where she came from, every single person had the same ability. A natural ability to harness the power of the stars, to live off the stars. Here it seemed quite different. Clio did not seem to live off of shadows, for example.

”Do you need to eat lightning?" She asked another question. Starfire had just been introduced to two other people with strange abilities and it required further investigation. Unfortunately for Virgil he was the only person around.

Virgil kept his eyes on her, narrowing them slightly in observation. He wondered what kind of angle this girl was trying to take with the first question. Two hundred? That was an odd question, though, it sounded like she genuinely didn’t know. She looked like she could pass off as a meta or ‘inhuman’, though, maybe it was something other than that. The second question seemed to confirm his suspicions.

The absurdity of it made him chuckle a little bit.

“No, I, and well humans, eat food for that. I can absorb lightning for a couple different reasons, but, I can generate it by myself.” Virgil explained, going off of his assumption that she simply wasn’t from here. The concept of aliens didn’t seem so strange anymore to him, especially considering his past in the line of hero work. Though, most of the ones he encountered were JL related.

“And, I only know one other person that could do what I can...There might be more, but I guess it isn’t all that common.” Virgil scratched the back of his neck a little.

”Going by your question, though, I can guess that you’re not from around here. Are you?” He asked a little more directly.

Starfire shook her head. "No...I’m from somewhere else." Not trying to be vague or mysterious, the subject of Starfire’s homeworld was a raw and touchy one she didn’t like to talk about, and Virgil might be able to see it on from the mixture of guilt and loss that barely flashed across her face before she got back to the conversation at hand.

"But thank you for telling me these things. My friend Mayaka is also helping me. You’re very good at noticing things, too. " She said. So, lightning powers are rare, and humans eat food. That reminded her of the kebabs she bought for Clio that the seller said was food. Something entirely different!

"Where are you from?" She asked. "Are you from New York?"

Virgil nodded and looked back down at his phone again after she thanked him for the information. As they had been talking, he had been subtle charges to his phone to text Sharon’s phone without his having to look:

‘U OK?’ He texted. What actually surprised him though, was that his phone had the little red circle at the top like it was recording something. Or..-

“Yeah, I’m fine!” A voice came up outta his phone and shook Virgil for a second. Sharon? When did she call? More importantly, when did he answer? He looked back up for a second at Starfire, wondering if she heard that.

”I’m from a place named Dakota City. It’s not too much different from here.” Virgil answered her question in hopes that she didn’t dwell too much on the voice that came from his phone. But that was kinda hard, when it spoke up again.

“Go to Chipotle!!” The voice shouted again.

Starfire nodded and looked down at the shouting box in his hand. It told him to go to Chipotle. That must be a communication device. It was much smaller than the ones Starfire was used too, and could be carried in the palm of his hand. That was a wondrous invention! Immediately, the alien was curious.

"Who are you talking too?" She said, leaning over to get a closer look at the phone. A moment later she straightened her back and looked back at Virgil. She didn’t want to offend him. "Is it private?"

Virgil smiled through a cringe.

“It’s uh…my sister...Just excuse me for a sec will ya?” He asked. With that said, he turned his attention back to his phone.

”What are you even talking about? I don’t remember this being part of your gift-trip to New York.”

“Listen to me. You having to go hero wasn’t in the plans either, but you got the chance to meet Karen! And if you get to know her, I kinda-sorta know her through you. You know what that means? I can rub it all in Tanisha’s fat lip about how my brother got to meet Karen and I got to go to the concert--” Virgil sighed at his little sister’s mile-a-minute pace.

”So, wait, wait, hold up. You mean to tell me, that you’re gonna use me to put down your arch-frenemy? What kind of--”

“Oh my gaaawd V, just do it! I won’t ask you for anything ever again! Please!?” Virgil was quiet for a few seconds, eyeing Starfire for a few as well. He knew the probability to be impossible that she’d never ask him for anything again, but he didn’t want an earful from his dad at home. He caught sight of the ladies and his uncle making their return. Virgil shrugged his shoulders a little bit.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go.” Virgil gave in. After all, it wasn’t like it’d be something terrible. Plus, he didn’t need to hear his Uncle J try to roast him about not going out with three girls and being engaged to Ricky.

“Yes! Oh, and make sure to take a pic and send it to me. BYE!” And just like that, she hung up. Virgil took off his hat and combed a hand through his dreads. Looks like Chipotle it was. As such, he nodded in greeting when they were all back in a group again.

Starfire was waiting patiently and had wandered a few steps back, trying to not listen to Virgil’s conversation but doing so anyway. It was obvious she was listening, because as soon as Virgil hung up she slowly walked back to where she was before.

Karen and Clio reappeared, Clio with new clothes on that looked much less ornate than her outfit. If everyone was going to the Chipotle, then so was Starfire.

"Yes. Let us go to Chipotle. There we will all get food." Starfire had never had food before and she was eager to try it out. She looked between Virgil, Clio, Karen and Jones. Today was going very well. This concert was much more exciting than she was expecting it to be.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

There are two types of arguments. Those of words, and those of swords. One is meaningless, pointless, and a waste of time. Scholars in ivory towers pointing at their books and saying ancient phrases as if it grants them the right of way. The other is glorious. An argument of swords is one of progress and clarity. The winner and loser are obvious. He who had the will to win is the victor. He without, is discarded.

...I don't think killing someone proves you're right.

Doesn't it? There is nothing truer than steel.

Dareen awoke slowly, crawling her way out of the memory that replayed itself in her dreams. The commander haunted her with his words even now. He was a wise, brave, and powerful man, and Dareen hated him terribly. Perhaps it was because he reflected the worst parts of herself. The majority of her one might say. Blinking slowly, the Pruulish witch inhaled the morning air that had made its way into the room the brothers thoughtfully granted her. She was half expecting to sleep on the couch. Opportunity had presented itself in the luxurious bed, an opportunity for a great nights sleep. Instead, Dareen had spent most of the night trying to get comfortable and staring at the ceiling or the back of her own eyelids. Maybe she was worried there would be nightmares. Maybe she was worried there would be memories. Or maybe it was simply the fact that she was living in the house of someone she would have been paid to find and kill just a month and a half ago.

Dareen caught sight of her mostly naked body in the mirror. It had been a long time since she's seen herself in a mirror like this. It was easy to forget just how much of her body was marked in lines. They wrapped around her arms, around her chest, down her abdomen and circled her back and shouderblades. They spiralled down her legs, looped around, and went all the way back up once more to the base of her neck. There, they met, and followed the her scalp until it peaked out of her hairline and onto her forehead, where they created the memorable insignia on her face. They were a reminder of yesterdays past.

But today was a new day and there might be work to do. She had not expected to see another sunrise. She dressed herself in her clothes from the day before and took a moment to look around her room for her weapons which she was still stripped of. Mikhail had suggested that she not drink the coffee, and she did not intend too for she did not need it. Well, she didn't used to need it. Something about this place made her tired. Perhaps it was all the greenery or the way she sank into the bed like mud. Still she woke up early, far earlier than most people would. The morning was the best time to travel, to spare oneself of the harsh desert sun for aslong as possible.

Lingering in her room a little bit, Dareen finally worked up the nerve to leave and make breakfast. Turns out, breakfast was already prepared. She half expected Faeril to be sitting in a dark corner, ready to cast wrathful judgement, but instead there was no one. Bread and cheese. Uncertainly, she reached out for the bread and took a bite. It was soft and delicious.

Dareen sat down in a chair with a napkin and a small serving of the meal and ate. Nothing to do. The light filtered into the window, and the yellow jeweled witch finished the breakfast quickly. She just had to wait. Wait for her fate to be told to her. Restless she stood up from the chair and began wandering around the rest of the house. There was an exit into what looked like a garden. The green barrier one of the brothers set up earlier was gone. Dareen took a tentative step outside and saw Faeril sitting in a chair. Intaking air sharply she retreated back into the house. It looked like she was sleeping, actually. Well Dareen didn't dare disturb her. Heading back into the house, still tense, she made her way back to the couch to sit and wait.

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Letter Bee sure!

my character is more anti-hero than hero. she'll be the hero if she needs to be, but only if it's in her self-interests. her main thing is getting revenge on Karl Maximillian.

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Letter Bee right, i'll edit that in. i got it wrong. i thought he spoke when he did not, and did not think he spoke when he did. i am a great RPer don't worry everything is under control

edit: and yes they will. i'm not sure how much freedom this RP has but Jehenne is not going to be a very nice person. but step one is getting freedom

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

Jehenne Alcroft

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Jehenne turned and stared at the brand, dread written across her face. Louise Ester Von Hammerwhirl. Daughter of Steven Hammerwhirl. Poor girl, the slave thought. She wore that insanity on her face. The staff that spoke, and the flames she wielded. Jehenne was confident she was being purchased by someone unstable. Speaking on unstable, the boy spoke of conspiracy, fraud, and lies. Jehenne had little to say. It hardly mattered at this point. Maximillion did this. If some shadowy figure was gave a word this way or that...good for them. Karl Maximillion. The Reich. This religious boy perhaps believed that some extraordinary wrong was being done, and Jehenne didn't think he was lying, but rather she believed that it did not matter. Old Gods...men in black hoods. It didn't matter! Not unless they got in her way. She looked sadly over at that oncoming burning iron that promised more pain.

Brand me? Brand me! Someday, Jehenne thought, I will seek this Auction Master down and melt his lips together so he may never speak again. Someday. But until then...Jehenne leaned into the magic-restricting iron. Let's get this over with.

"GrmmmmmmmMAAAAIIIGH!" Attempting to stifle her scream was futile. She cried out, voice cracking, as the brand seared and scarred her flesh. It was pulled away, and Jehenne was a trembling, sweaty wreck. Like cracks forming in a mask, the heat of the iron was no comparison to the fury in Jehenne's heart. Her brother was gone, and everything was taken from her. Her family, her wordly possessions, her dignity, her freedom, and now, her magic. There was nothing left to dedicate her life too except revenge.

Inhaling greatly, she glared over at Louise. "Very well. Shall we begin?"

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Letter Bee thanks for reminding me, i'll get a post up within the next few hours

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Starfire!

January 2nd, 7:38 PM
New York City, New York

It was always satisfying to land a kick. Like solving a puzzle, Starfire felt a boost of accomplishment run through her veins. It seemed Clio had moves in store too, and unleasehd an attack on the downed intruder. Starfire dodged back when the tendrils of darkness pummeled the prone man into submission. He stopped moving, knocked unconscious. Starfire dropped her defensive stance through her hands into the air triumphantly. The security began to take him away. This was a good day. The intruder was defeated and the celebrations could continue. A security guard was badly burned but Starfire had already forgotten about that.

"Victory! You did it, Clio!" Accidentally saying her friend's real first name, she ran over to Mayaka and gave her a big hug. Pulling back, she placed both hands on her friends shoulder and smiled. "Your abilities are incredible. I'm glad you went easy on me!" She said genuinely.

She looked over to a man with electricity in his hands. He had powers aswell, it seemed, and Starfire noticed him save Clio. She took a few bouncy steps over to the man. "You are very brave, too. I am Starfire, and this is my friend, Cl...Mayaka." She looked over her shoulder apologetically at Mayaka. She didn't know why she wanted two different names, but Starfire forgot to say the right moniker. Clio when in the apartment, Mayaka anywhere else. Apparently. Remember that. Shaking her head she looked at the electric man.

"What is your name?" She asked Virgil. Much like that day on the rooftop, Starfire had folded her hands behind her back and was rocking back and forth on her heels. The orange-skinned woman was unaware of any potentially urgency remaining in the conflict. It was more than likely that either Virgil or Mayaka could simply leave while she was talking, but Starfire seemed happy to just stay on stage and chat for a little bit despite everything.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Starfire!

January 2st, 7:38 PM
New York City, New York

As Starfire attempted to apprehend the man he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"You are the one who needs to be leaving of the alone!" She shouted as she tried to wrestle him to the ground. There was a tremendous build up of power and he released an incredible amount of energy. A wave of heat over came Starfire, and while that no effect, the sheer amount of pure force was nothing to be ignored. Indeed, her eyes widened and she yelped as she was flung across the stage and landed with a heavy thud upon the surface. She managed to disperse her momentum and rolled onto her back. Thoroughly rattled, the orange-skinned woman stared up at the night sky and blinked a few times. Shaking her head to dismiss the fog she scrambled to her feet.

The man was insane! Angry as the Warkin but with none of the discipline. He turned and, seeing that the dancer was gone, did great self-harm and threatened to kill everyone in the place. Starfire's heart was racing and her palms were sweating as she ignited them with green energy. This was a crowded place. Never before had she experienced conflict so spontaneous and terrifying. There were no banners or chanting or frontlines, or even a clear objective. Civilians were everywhere. Starfire was the only Tamaran there, and the light of the moon provided her with a mere fraction of the power of the sun. Fortunately, her Stargem allowed her to store up energy and use it. She quickly checked to make sure it was okay, and thankfully it was. Her entire body took the brunt of the blast instead of just the shiny stone.

Starfire wanted to get back into the fight as quickly as possible. She had been knocked a considerable distance away and had been on the ground for a few seconds. She quickly ignited rolling Starpoints beneath her boots and began skating over to the crazed villain. She reached twenty miles per hour and popped the skates, launching her about five feet into the air. It was enough to get gravity on her side. Shifting her weight and hips, she span 360 degrees in the air and delivered a kick to his shoulder. If all went well he would be knocked out of the way and to the ground allowing Starfire to roll to her feet and keep up the pressure. If the man didn't budge, she would fall on her back and it would be quite embarassing. The kick was imbued with some energy, but Starfire had used most of her energy on simply getting back over to him fast enough to interrupt any schemes he was cooking up. Therefore she had only the brief moment in the air to convert the skates into additional power in her leg.

"Hiyah!" She cried out as she brought the kick down on his shoulder.

Anomalous

Veronica Silverstone

"Like everyday people."

An apartment, somewhere in the Shanty...

The world is upside down.

Veronica was doing a handstand in her apartment. Across from her, was Bloodrose, also doing a handstand. They stared deep into each other's eyes, unflinching, unbreaking. Resilient as fortress gates, the two beacons of stability had been at it for six minutes.

Bloodrose spoke first. "biiitch"

Veronica narrowed her eyes.

Her nemesis continued: "you ugly. biiiitch."

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "I'm...I'm ugly?"

"yeah bitch. You ugly. biiitch."

"You might as well be looking into a mirror."

"the ugly mirror, maybe. bitch."

Veronica shook her head. "It's not gonna work, lady. I'm a champion. I've gotta will of iron."

"you look like someone hit you in the face with a tire iron. will of iron my ass, biiitch."

"We have the exact same face, dude!"

"you wish"

"Oh, my God!" Veronica laughed. "You're unbelievable."

"Unbelievably hot"

"Okay. That's enough. I have things to do, better things to do than to waste my tame with your ass."
"you wish you could waste time with my ass""That's really gross."

Bloodrose shrugged, still doing a handstand. "whatever you say. all i see is a bitch who can't do a handstand."

"I can do a handstand forever. I'm just choosing to leave."

"then leave, bitch"
Neither of them moved. Bloodrose looked on expectantly, her eyebrows raised. Veronica grinded her jaw and made a very angry face.

"No." And so it continued.

"You two are pathetic." Kilroy chastised. Standing up from her laptop she went over and push kicked Veronica in the back. Yelping, she fell forward and knocked into Bloodrose, who also fell over. The two were tangled up in limbs. Veronica looked up at Kilroy with a look of betrayal in her face.

Kilroy was unapologetic. "The Pariah are making their move on a chemical lab. Mary is there already. There's a fire, a police chase, and several Variants are on the scene." Kilroy sat back down at her laptop. She had a map of the area around the chemical lab, and a live feed from Mary's phone.

"i was about to win, you basic bitch"

Veronica stood up and leaned over Kilroy's shoulder. "How did Mary get there so fast?"

"Luck, really. Plus, she knows the streets better than any of us. Mary is mainly trying to get a profile down of some of the Variants in the area."

Veronica closed her eyes and concentrated. There you are, Mary. You okay, girl?

Yup, was the response. Succinct as usual, Mary.

-Midtown-

Mary had her phone out, recording the events of the fire. The fire fighters might try to keep her away, but there was a lot of fire to concetrate on. Several Variants arrived on the scene. A female variant seemed immune to flames. A male seemed capable of manipulating matter. Mary also earlier spotted a woman in the shadows, but it was hard to tell. There were of course, the thieves, who Mary had managed to catch a glimpse of. Either way, as more and more Variants arrived on the scene, Mary focused her phone on them, trying to learn as much about their powers as possible, and what they looked like. Saving people from the fire.

Hey, Mary. There's a security firm nearby, and there are signs of commotion. Radio chatter has stopped being output, and a lot more chatter is being input. Something might be going down. Besides, I'm sure there will be plenty of footage of the fire. That was Kilroy. Ok.

Mary pulled her dark grey hoodie over her head and began jogging over to the nearby security firm. It certainly looked quiet in there, all the lights were off which was unusual. Mary circled around the building, filming the whole thing. She turned the corner, hearing laughter and speech. Skidding to a stop, she saw a woman wading between shadows in an alleyway. Raising her phone, she zoomed in on the mysterious woman and crouched down to follow her.

Careful, Mary.

Always.