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Aberrant: Weirder Stuff is an Aberrant game using an original setting. In Aberrant: Weirder Stuff (henceforth AWS) you will play a young Quantum Enhanced Human who must decide how to live with your new found powers and what role you will play in the coming world upheaval. It is a modern setting/Supers/Scifi/Weird Adventure which will run in a concurrent time line to our own reality. Focus will be Character Drama, Us against them, facing the Unknown, and Action. Oh and there may be sex.

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Aberrant: Weirder Stuff this is an Aberrant game using an original setting.

In Aberrant: Weirder Stuff (henceforth AWS) you will play a Quantum Enhanced Human who must decide how to live with your new found powers and what role you will play in the coming world upheaval. It is a modern setting/Supers/Scifi/Weird Adventure which will run in a concurrent time line to our own reality. Focus will be Character Drama, Us against them, facing the Unknown, and Action. Oh and there may be sex.

The game will begin, but not be restricted to, a small town in Montana. The town is a Fictionalized version of Shelly Montana ( based on the town of Shelby  http://www.city-data.com/city/Shelby-Montana.html ). The general public are not aware of Quantum Enhanced Humans (Novas in base aberrant), although if your a nerd and google every weird thing in the world (I'm not saying it's aliens … but it's aliens) there are stories of... well weird shit happening, some of which are true.

Enhanced Humans first began manifesting about 10-15 years ago, although these early manifestations were primarily low level mega stat recipients and went undetected by even those who manifested. Over the intervening years more low level manifestations have occurred and were first discovered by the government agency responsible for creating them (unknowingly, more on that later). This discovery took place about 5 years ago . The exact cause of the manifestation of super normal abilities is not yet known but there are theories. There are few QEHs (Quantum Enhanced Humans) in existence all of which are from the united states and all who manifested in one of 3 locations and all of which are government employees. These couple of dozen or so QEHs possess powers that range from low level mega stats (1 -2 dot) to low level provable psychic abilities such as telepathy, esp, etc. The government is unaware of any massive super powered people and in fact there have been no such manifestations. Until now.

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  3. Aalto University, Helsinki, Finland Warm sunlight flooded through the high windows of the auditorium of the Otaniemi Campus of Aalto University. Sean had spoken first at the conference on the social and economic impacts of the introduction rapidly advancing technology and what was and could be done to reduce those impacts and make the introductions more smooth. A German scientist was speaking at the moment. With strong social safety nets, the Scandinavian nations were adapting better than most, members of the EU to lesser extent. South America was in flux, as was Africa, the vast majority of the populous receiving benefits while dictators and corrupt leaders finding their strangleholds weakening. A similar situation was affecting North American, the lower and middle-class being lifted up while overly wealthy tech CEO, Executives, Venture Capitalists, and shareholders finding their power and share of the economy falling. Surprisingly, the economy wasn't collapsing, the shrinking hoards of the uber-rich being replaced by more spending capital from the lower and middle class. Sean listened with only a fraction of her attention, enough to follow the speeches and conversations and track the positions of everyone with her other senses as she let her vision roam far afield. Her sight flowed over the vast forests of Finland, then over Norway and Sweden, then picturesque fjords along the coasts. It wasn't as cold in Helsinki as most would think, as were the southern parts of Sweden and Norway. If anything, it was more mild than Montana was at this time. She wondered if Sara would like it here. They had ended an existential threat to the Earth and the human race - and Sean could still regret destroying entities that had existed since the beginning of the universe without begrudging the necessity - yet Sean couldn't avoid an argument with Sara. And over something that seemed so... minor in the grand scheme of things, just what they each had in mind for a house they would live in, and just where they would live, and even what kind of dinnerware they preferred. Part of it was a reluctance on her part to leave the only home she had known. It was a tie to her old life, one she had grown far beyond. Enticing lips curved in a rueful grin. Sara wanted something simple, classic, almost something with a white picket fence. Sean wanted something more grandiose, futuristic. She had started looking at the works of various architects, including Aalto, for which the Finnish University was named, and believed she found inspiration that was a compromise of both her and Sara's preferences in Frank Lloyd Wright, specifically Fallingwater and Massaro House, homes built with the local topography in mind, actually incorporating it into the design. With her and Sara's abilities, they could build it together, any modern - okay, hyper modern - conveniences could be incorporated in a more subtle fashion. She would speak with Sara about it when she made it make to Shelly. Or maybe when she went on vacation. Sean had already started making preparations for some time off, days or weeks, to let IS and her other concerns to function smoothly in her absence. She needed some time off saving and changing the world. There was a mystery she wanted to investigate, a mystery that had caught her interest back when she'd been a boy, and she believed it might interest Sara too. And it would give them time to away to talk and just be with themselves. <Let me know when you want to do it, Jeane, and if I can make it, I'll show up,> Sean replied idly, her awareness - or lease her extraordinary vision - swooping south and south from Scandinavian lands to sweep high over the Sahara Desert and then low. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ The conference had ended for the day and Sean was sitting on the coping of the terrace of her hotel room, legs crossed. The snow was gone, but night had fallen and the air was brisk, the cold making itself known with the tight protuberances seen clearly beneath her thin shirt. She'd called Sara earlier, who had sounded tired after a long day working her with her dad while dormed. Sean had almost - almost - apologized for the argument, and was still considering ditching the rest of the conference to head back to Shelly and Sara. She took a sip of coffee, then pursed her lips in thought. She was making good progress at the conference, laying groundwork to make her ideas and suggestions more palatable and easier to implement, tailored for specific nations and socio-economic strata. Change wouldn't happen without turmoil - even a good deal of turmoil - but it could be managed, or at the very least, there could be something beneficial in place or waiting to be put in place when the turmoil subsided. She was somewhat concerned about the Russian delegate, Alexei Mendeelev, a noted material engineer and chemist. Definitely human, Sean had seen an energetic quantum imprint overlaying him. She had seen something somewhat similar when she had encountered Death Otter, but this didn't seem like one overwhelming the other, but rather the two working in concert, a symbiotic relationship, rather than parasitic. Other than the quantum imprint however, Sean hadn't found evidence of the Key with a cursory search. Something else to keep an eye on, if the Russian government had Keys working directly for them. Keys that could boost or enhance their locked agents and delegates. Sean arched a brow in surprise as she read the text from Kia. The text didn't convey a sense of desperation or danger, but nonetheless, Sean spun around on the coping and glided into her hotel room to pack up and leave. She considered checking out, but she might be back. She texted Kia to say she'll get back as soon as she could, then texted several others at the conference to say she'd be absent the next day, and possibly for the rest of the conference, mentioning a few other key points she'd like presented and that she'd keep an eye on the conference, time and circumstances permitting. Sean sighed in slight exasperation. It was never one thing, but a dozen. <I'll stop by there to take a quick look before we go see Kia, if you like,> Sean replied. <But Kia is concerning me more at the moment, especially with your... doppelganger gone currently. Be there in a moment.> Sean manipulated a device on her wrist that superficially resembled a watch, but obviously wasn't when a blue ray projected from it and opened into a portal. She hadn't be able to manage a true, maneuverable teleportation system comparable to the one on the Watchtower - yet- but had managed a more restricted recall device that could contact a specific portal in the growing Trans-Earth Portal System. This one was connected to the Portal at IS HQ. Sean stepped through the Portal and strode towards the nearest elevator with access to sublevel 8. Pentagon, Arlington County, Virginia Laurie Cassidy let her arm drop as the purple cloud of quantum energy dissipated, her shoulders slumping with the weariness and pain of fractured relationships. Of growing up. This was harder, hurt more, than being a bare sixteen years old and being thrust into the upper echelons of governmental politics as an alien liaison. She let the tears slip down her cheeks without wiping them away. "No matter how many times you say it, you're still Devin Jauntsen." Irregular Solutions HQ, Shelly, Montana "This is Irregular Solutions, yes," the voice on the other end of the phone replied, her tone professional, perky, and not a little sexy. Mikey decided she probably had killer dimples. "I'm Alexa - named before Amazon came up with it - and yes, we try to help any Key in need..." Alexa trailed off and after a moment, Mikey realized she was leading him towards providing a name. "Call me Mi - er Gerry Dorsey." "Gerry then." She sounded like she was taking the name at face value, but Mikey thought he heard a smile in the way she said 'Gerry'. "Gerry, this is a serious matter, one the FBI will definitely need to be apprised of. But we know circumstances can be difficult for newly unlocked Keys. I've escalated this and someone from IS will get on site as soon as possible, and that will be soon indeed, trust me. We can contact the FBI on yourself behalf, if that is preferable to you and leave you out of this as much as possible. If - and only if - you feel comfortable, can you stay on site until someone arrives? If not, that is okay, I totally understand, Gerry. No one should have to see a dead body, let alone three, let alone seeing them become dead. Get somewhere you feel safe, but please stay on the line with me, share with me all the details you can. If it's possible - don't put or leave yourself in danger, take any pics you can." Alexa gave Mikey a number he could text them to as well as an email address, both she assured him were secure and couldn't be traced back to him. Well, they probably could, but the few people who could manage it would be dangerous to Mikey in other ways and there was no need to give the boy something else to worry about. "And while we don't have an official statement on finder's fees, I'll see what I can do, especially if you are in need. You deserve something for getting something dangerous off the streets."
  4. The office space was dark and quiet with but a single desk lamp to keep her eyes from straining from the monitors. She had three on her desk, the left one displays a nearly endless stream of updating emails, the right one displayed a 'Secret' logo on the desktop wallpaper where she performed her duties as the 'Alien Ambassador', sending emails and compiling briefs and documentation for those who made a lot more than her but did half as much work. To say that there were many who didn't appreciate her and the work she did was an understatement, she wasn't even a legal adult but was forced to be read into some of the nation's secrets simply because the aliens refused to work worth anyone but her. Politics was a brutal environment and Laurie Cassidy was surrounded on all sides by an innumerable amount of high society, next generation ivy league graduates that wanted nothing more than to take her place and prove that a fifteen year old girl had no place in a government office. They didn't know Laurie very well. The harder they pushed her, the harder the fiery little redhead pushed back. Her sister and her best friends were the very first keys and they'd saved the world, no, the universe, twice. She didn't know what mediocrity looked like and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone in the Capitol tell her she was just some stupid country girl. So, for weeks, long after the rest of the office had gone home she'd pour over documents, gather intel and work on compiling the future proposals for human and alien kind. That's where her middle monitor came in. Currently she was on page eleven of what seemed like an unending proposal that she needed to present to the NSA in two weeks. She read over the last paragraph she typed up, nibbling on the end of her pen as the words reflected in the lenses of her glasses. Softly she read a few of the phrases aloud, trying to make sure they made as much sense aloud as they did in her head. “Hey, Red,” came a soft, familiar voice from behind her. Her pen hit the desk with a rattle as the shock of hearing that voice along with the small fact that someone had sneaked up on her while she was working all hit her at once. She stood and turned to face her guest. Just as she thought she wasn't just hearing things out of fatigue and weariness. Devin stood there looking nervous and just touch shy for the right words. She crossed her arms and scowled at him. “Look, I know I'm probably the last guy you wanna see, but-” he staggered back several steps holding his face after her fist caught him mid-sentence. He sucked his teeth as he spun about, trying to shake off the pain of what was one hell of a left hook. She winced and shook her hand, as hitting any Key was tantamount to hitting a wall. “Ow! What the shit, Laurie.” I-,” Devin pinched his nose tilted his head back, looking at her at an awkward angle, his voice was nasally. “I think you broke my nose.” “Yeah? Well,” she pushed him even further away, causing him to stagger and almost loose footing. “You broke my heart, so fuck you Jauntsen. What was your plan? Say some more mean things to me and leave me hanging? Hmm? Maybe pop in here, say a few smooth words, make me giggle like a school girl and we'd be back to being “it's romantically complicated”? Maybe we'd make out a couple of times and be remain as vaguely noncommittal as possible so that way when the opportunity comes along you can, oh, I don't know... sleep with one of my other friends again?” He pinched his nose while trying not to give away darting eyes that noted he was already searching for an escape route in the off chance ginger rage went critical. “Okay, first of all, we weren't exclusive!” Like that excuse ever worked. Her glare could have melted a hole through him like laser beams. “If I wasn't wearing a skirt right now, I swear to god I would kick you in the junk. Who the hell do you think you are, Devin? You tell me off, in front of everyone no less, sleep with one of best friends, and then pop in like you wanna get a slice of pizza and I'm supposed to be what? Thrilled to see you? Spin about and leap into your arms in slow motion like one of your anime girls and we live happily ever after? I don't care how many times you save the world Devin and I don't care how many apologies you vomit in my direction. I loved you. I fell so hard for you and you tore my heart out. There's nothing you can say, Devin. Nothing. Don't you get it? There are no witty quips or one liners or immature jokes that are going to fix what you did to me. So please, just go. I don't want to see you.” The key lowered his head and inhaled deeply. It was never easy, no matter who you were, to hear people spout the unfiltered truth loudly into your ear holes and Jaunt, wittiest of keys, Captain One-Liner, was no exception to the rule. He pinched his nose a few times, he could boast that it would heal in a few minutes, but the simple truth was that the pain was real and it was happening now, on both a physical and emotional level and it was very real. Jaunt's immaturity was nearly as legendary as his feats, so dealing with the fall out of his own actions was certainly not easy for him. “You're right,” he said. “Laurie, I didn't come here to ask forgiveness. Those things I said, what I did, I own them and they hurt you. I needed people to believe I went rogue and I was so wrapped up in being some undercover super hero I didn't think about who might hurt getting there.” “And Lily?” She asked sternly. Devin chuckled. “I'm not apologizing for that. Look, I'm sorry that you were hurt as a result of mine and hers actions, but Laurie, we we not together. I was asking you, and asking you over and over if we were a thing. Over and over you played it off coyly and never gave me a straight a answer. What happened between Lily and I was not something we planned, it just happened and hate me of you want, but I don't regret it. My biggest problem in that whole mess was that I fell in love with both of you. I wanted my cake and wanted to eat it too, and that makes me a colossal douche'.” He took a step forward unafraid of a fist that might find it's way to his face. Laurie took a step back as she started to cry. She tried to cover her face but that never worked, instead she just let the tears flow while she covered her mouth to partially conceal her crying face. “I came to tell you that I am sorry for all the hurt I caused you and that frankly you deserve better,” he paused and sighed with self-realization. “You both do, and I hope you find someone who treats you with the kindness and respect that I didn't. That's alI came to say, but... should you need me, Red, I'll always be-” “Just, go, Devin.” She pointed to the door. “Go.” He took a step back from her and she could feel and see the spatial distortion forming around him in preparation for one of his famous teleportations. “It's Jaunt,” was all he offered as a farewell before disappearing in a purplish 'bamf' of quantum energy.
  5. *Cleveland, Ohio, Day of the Transportal Expo* If Lilly was perceived as the 'public face' of the Irregulars, Jeane had become their friendly Bigfoot since their escape from Pandora's Box, the towering blonde flashing through a different city or three every day with a smile, a laugh, and two simple questions before she blurred over and between the architecture of her hosts, sampling the local food, and running loops seeing and being seen in vibrant shades of red and white and blue, a bit of summer in a loosening winter. Generally seeing and being seen. Her questions, the ones that had a certain section of the population with a certain skill set buzzing? "How would you get there from here without breaking something? Mind showing me?" She had asked her question of the first crew of freerunners she had encountered once popping out of James' warp, crackling into existence atop a near-by wall with a wave just after they finished stretching, and happily volunteered to take tail duty. The first caveat had become a regretful necessity after some of what she still considered her peers despite how much more she'd become had tried... impressing her by being stupid. That was *not* her brand of Parkour, and if anyone kept it up after a warning… Crackle and she was gone. Thankfully this was not one of those runs, and she followed, restricting herself to the pace and possibilities of their slowest member, blue eyes drinking in the route they showed her. She'd be back. Later. Push herself without cheating her way via teleporting. Shave seconds off her time with each and every attempt. Be better. Oh, yeah this was a cool group so... Her phone vibrated in her pocket, the one with only a dozen very important contacts on it, bringing her pleasant musing to a halt even as her body kept up her ascent and pulled herself onto the latest roof. "Hold up a sec, guys. Gotta take this," she called, bringing her hosts to a stop as she popped out the offending device, frowning as she recognized the very very important message on a phone that had as much to do with a commercially-available model as a chariot to an APC. Shit. Okay. This wasn't bad. Not yet. "Something wrong?" volunteered the leader of the crew, a guy who looked like he was really pushing his confidence interrupting her silence. The blonde forced a smile and a chuckle, rubbing the back of her hair, "Nah. Just Key stuff. Someone else needs to take tail, okay? Gotta go." And without another word, she was gone, chasing an eerily familiar story about a young Key who stumbled over a secret and determined to see what else the others picked up by the time she got back to HQ.
  6. --==[The Dance Loft - Miami, Florida]==-- Maria staggered into the restroom a the dance studio, holding her head and wincing in pain. The headache was excruciating, sending Maria to the cold tile on her knees. She had been having headaches lately, and they seemed to be getting worse, but she had had chalked it up to a too much caffeine or too many energy drinks to fuel the long nights out, but this was different. Her mind jumped to thoughts of blood clot in the brain or a stroke or something even worse that just did know about. That was for the few seconds that she could still think at least, before everything went black. The grimace on her face slowly faded as she returned to consciousness, the tension caused by the pain receding as her eyes blinked open. She lay there, on the tiled floor of the restroom and sneezed as the scent of the time released air freshener hit her like a punch in the nose. She never remembered it being that strong, and for that matter, she remembered the walls being better insulated, and yet she could hear the music of class she had just left better than she ever could before from in the restroom, and several more classes as well. On top of that she could feel somebody staring at her through the gap between the wall and the door of the bathroom stall as she vanished. Maria was, in fact, still standing there, though even hyper-perceptive Keys would be hard pressed to tell. Maria held up her hand and looked closely her palm and the back of her hand for a moment before noticing that there was no reflection of her in the mirror anymore. She stuck out a finger and pressed it to the mirror, passing right through it. "Wha-?" the girl in stall stammered in surprised by Maria's vanishing act, followed quickly by a flush. The pain in her head was gone, but somehow was replaced with a sudden clarity. She somehow just knew that she has become a... "Key" was the term she had heard, and she instinctively knew what she was capable of now. She felt... awake, strong, energetic... She had won the genetic lottery and become like those super people she saw on tv! The implications of were just beginning to race through her mind when Julia, a fellow aspiring dancer and student in the same dance calls as Maria, exited the stall. She looked all around cautiously and then raced out of the restroom and back to the studio. Maria followed, reflexively walking to the doorway, and then right through the closed door. "Uhh.. some girl in the restroom just vanished." Julia announced to the class. Maria sighed, though nobody could hear it. She had been taking the same dance class with Julia, three nights a week, for two years now, and she did not know her name or even recognize her as being in the same class. Unfortunately, this was nothing new for Maria. She had been looked past and forgotten all her life, no matter how well she danced, how hard she tried to look her best or a plethora of other things. She was not ignored, because that would take actual effort. Instead, she was utterly and remarkably average in appearance and charisma, just another face in the crowd, rarely getting any sort of recognition, and it had chipped away at her self-image and confidence for years now. "Yeah. It was me," Maria said as she became visible again, causing the class to gasp. "Where did you come from?" "How'd you do that?" "You.. You're one of those "Key" people?" The questions came rapid fire and, for the first time in her life, outside of family events, she was the center of attention. She displayed her newfound abilities like they were parlor tricks as the other fawned over her, or more accurately, the spectacle of a Key first hand, for some time, until the end of class came and the other students had to get going, making room for the next class. With a smile on her face, Maria vanished and walked around, listening to the girls talk as they left. "Who was that girl?" "I dunno. She must have just wandered in off the street." "Didn't you get a selfie with her?" "Yeah I did.. Huh... it's just me in the selfie..." Maria silently sighed again as she came to better understand that her abilities where really just an extension of her regular self, even to the point of causing people to forget her, what she looked like, and obfuscating her from cameras. It would be hard to get any degree of fame or fortune when nobody could film or even remember you... Maria picked up her bag, causing it to vanish from view as well, and began to walk home with tears welling up in her eyes, utterly unnoticed by every pedestrian and motorist...
  7. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- "Okay....," Mikey stepped away from the gun and looked at the vacant hallway where mystery dude just upped and poofed. "Think, Mikey. Think. Is this shit really so strange? I mean... you were just on fire... so, there's that. The hell though?" He walked around looking at... well, he had no idea what he was looking for. Dude was here, now he's not, but he left a gun. The gun. His thumb slid across the screen of his smartphone, his fingers tapping in a few keys for a Google search. He tapped the number Google provided and waited for someone to pick up while he paced around. The police would be there soon, but they never negotiated stairs very well so he figured he had some time. "Uh, yeah," he began as a receptionist answered. "Uh, hi, look uh, some dude was just on a roof top sniping people and then teleported away when I confronted him. You guys have people that handle this sorta thing, or is it like an F.B.I. thing? This is Irregular Solutions, right? The mutant group that helps other mutants? Cuz, seriously lady... I have no idea who to call right now, three people are dead and if this dude it teleporting, there's no way regular police are gonna find him. He left a gun behind, weird kinda tech on it... is there a finders fee?"
  8. *Irregular Solutions, Inc HQ* Lilly sat back and listened to the presentation about what had happened to them all, considering what they said. There were indeed changes the Keys, the Irregulars included. Since their return Lilly had noticed more looks then before. She had always been fit and, pretty good looking, but now the increase in attention was obvious, as were the willingness of people do things for her. She seemed to instinctively understand just how to behave with people of different cultures and backgrounds, garnering a good impression with them. Even her mind had sharpened. She was a pretty good student and understood many of the out-there concepts that had become a part of their lives, but now things were on a new level. Her own theory on the changes was fairly simple. If energy could be destroyed, then all the power bound up in those Titans had to go somewhere. Considering their own reality bending abilities, it would not be a stretch to consider that it washed through the universe, releasing the primordial energies and changing things, especially those sensitive to quantum, such as the Keys' nodes. That, or it was their gold star sticker give by the universe as a reward for fixing the problem the Titans posed. You know. Whatever. Taking in what was explained, she simply added to the other things she was thinking about, such as preparing for her trip with her parents to Tokyo for the opening of the transportal. Though Sean had given speeches at the United Nations and written scientific papers, Lilly still tended to be the more public 'face' of the Irregulars (and to a lesser degree, Keys in general) to the masses. Lilly was not an utterly unearthly beauty like Sean, nor was her presence so overpowering as Sean's either, whereas Able, due to his enhanced intelligence, had become a bit detached. Lilly was still clearly a Key, but was a natural leader even before her Unlocking, and was far more approachable to the average person. Lilly's pre-unlocking background, her activities and feats before and since, and the fact that she was one of the most powerful Keys in the world, she had become something of a role model as well, which Lilly was not still fully aware of, or at least fully believed, and it was that humility which only endeared her to the people more. As such, she was in demand more and more for public events, such as the opening of the Tokyo Transportal, as well as endorsements and offers from all manner of companies. She did not mind the public appearances, as she knew that it they were in a very delicate period as the masses came to accept the existence and presence of Keys. Anything she could do to make people feel more and ease with, and accepting of, Keys, including closing the gap of division that some Keys, even her own friends to a degree, kept insisting on making, she (usually) gladly did. (She was still a teen, after all). Once the meeting concluded, Lilly offered her help any way that it would be needed (which went without saying among her friends), and set about preparing for her trip. She was excited to see Japan and get to really experience, as anywhere the Irregulars went for 'work' were always just in and out. The only real recreational trip she had taken was with Devin to Australia... and some beach house somewhere... Later in Tokyo... 'Sounds good. Maybe the US Virgin Islands? That way those without passports have no headaches.' Lilly thought back.
  9. Agent Twelve took a step back as the flaming boy stepped forward. This was all wrong. people did just burn without burning up and they certainly didn't fly but this one did. Twelve panicked. "Exitant! Exitant Immediant!" She shouted and stepped back again as the boy seemed to reach for him. As Mikey flicked his fingers the man shouted gibberish and took several more back ward stepss then Mikey saw the air behind the man ripple and in a blink the man seemd to shrink into nothing ness like he had fallen into a bottomless hole. Inferno just stood there not really believing what he had just seen. he looked around. Yep the guy was gone, but over there on the floor was the rifle he had dropped when Mikey had run into him. Mikey went over and looked at it, he didn't touch. It was an old style bolt action but the scope was very modern, too modern. The serial number on the breech caught his eye. "Hmmph" he grunted. It was in what looked like Roman Numerals.
  10. "What?" Mikey asked back. "Who what?" Realizing that he was a guy on fire he thought it might be best to diffuse (hehe) the situation a bit. Either way, bro was going to jail, no point in letting the guy accidentally burn himself trying doing something stupid. He looked to his hands. "Oh. This?" He waved them about and the made that wooshing sounds flames make when you wave them around. His accent was gone as he dropped the hood rat mentality in lew of something a bit calmer. "Yeah, it's fire, bro. Totally real, and it will burn you. Me? No. But you? Oh, hell yes. And what the hell, dude? Are you like the dude on Netflix who goes around killing people? Did you lose family to muggers or some shit? I get it, those people suck, but killing? Dude, that just makes you as bad as the people you're trying to stop. Give it some thought when you're in lock up. I hope this experience changes you, man." He took another step and flicked his finger a few times forward to indicate for the man to turn and start walking. "C'mon bro, getcho' stride on."
  11. "I do." She said flatly, standing in the doorway looking like living medication for ED. She'd just been lounging all day so she didn't bother dressing in anticipation for any adulting. Yoga pants that hugged her skin and a short tee that did little to hide her midriff where a sparkly black gemstone shaped like a heart glimmered at the piecing in her navel. Dennis caught himself staring, and didn't care one bit. It wasn't his fault that whatever powers the young woman acquired made, nay, practically forced, people to stop and oogle for a moment or two. Marissa seemed used to it at this point. He motioned past her. "May I?" "Sure," she said lazily, stepping aside with the door to let him in. "My parent's aren't home if you wanna fool around." "Very funny," he said with an amused smirk as he took in the Jauntsen home. Marissa smirked back as she closed the door. She walked past her guest and he couldn't help but notice that the rear of her yoga pants said 'NSFW' across the cheeks. She collapsed back onto the couch, curling her legs up close while leaning against the arm of the sofa all comfy like. She grabbed her phone and swiped the screen to unlock it. "So, Mr. Carpenter, let me guess. You have a commercial I'd be perfect for... all I have to do is blow the director?" "Wow, aren't you a ray of sunshine," he motioned to the loveseat that was just at a right angle close to Marissa. She offered a dismissive gesture awarding her approval for him to have a seat. The Jauntsen's, despite their obvious problems, kept a very clean home and the home itself was certainly a bit more pricey than most of the others in the Shelby area. "Your home is quite lovely, by the way." "Thanks," she didn't look up from her phone. "Mom and Dad both have pretty decent jobs. Mom teaches and my Dad does like, Forestry or something? Good money in telling people they don't have a license so you're keeping their fish. Who knew, right? Anyway, they both make way over ten bucks an hour, so we're pretty much the richest people in Shelby. Like backwater Kardashians... oh, we also have all our teeth, so the native Montanans practically worship us." "Good to know," he chuckled. "You seem, and I'm just spit balling here, irritated. Did I come at a bad time?" She slapped her phone down on the arm of the sofa. Before Dennis realized what he'd unleashed by rubbing Marissa's particular lamp of neurosis the genie of her crazy side was already out and granting wishes in the form of answers. "You know what? Kinda, yeah. My brother and I get home and drop the big reveal on my parents that their twin children are gods, gods!" She clenched her fist as she emphasized that word, glaring at a silent Drew Carey on the screen, daring him to challenge the appraisal of herself. "And you know what they're reaction is to hearing their daughter has tapped into the very essence of the Primal Wyld and their son can manipulate time and space to exists instantly in any location he pleases is? Do you know what it was?" "Ah," was all he managed to muster. "Of course you don't," she cut him off, talking over his... mumble. "Because you weren't here for the fiasco that was dropping the bomb of reality on my parents, who after being transported to another planet in order to hide from the buttface Titans of Eternity still, for some dumb ass reason don't seem to want to embrace the fact that their children are not normal anymore. Mom went back to work, still comes home, preps dinner, yells at me to pick up my shoes on the stairs. Dad does the same and not once, not, once has either of them posed the simple question of: so what can you do exactly?" "Per-" "Oh, and that doesn't cover my asshole brother who, like always, as soon as him and dad get loud with each other, he decides to just stormed out. Now, however, instead of him running into the garage or up to his room to wank off to Japanese drawings or his one, one," she thrust a single digit in Dennis's face who had to lean back to avoid it. "Picture of that skanktard Lily Pryor, ew, by the way, he fawns over over much, he just pops over to Rome, or South America... thousands of miles away. But can he pop back home to take his loving and adoring sister out to Paris for some shopping and a decent cup of coffee? Oh, heeellllll, no." "May-" "And you know what else? Mom didn't even wash my skirt like I asked her to, so I had the perfect outfit planned today but," she waved her hands down her frame to indicate a cue for a once over. "Here I am, still in my pajamas because she couldn't do one. Simple. Little. Thing. I've had to rearrange my whole day. We're out of mocha K-Cups, I can't find my favorite lip gloss and this day is pretty much completely wasted. UUGGHHH!" She tensed up and clenched her fists and vented her rage. Drew Carey was on the screen and they got a close up of him laughing with one of the contestants. Marissa flipped him off, as if Drew was mocking her pain, and screamed at the TV. "Oh, fuck you Drew!" He waited for a moment to make sure her noise hole has gone into it's recharging mode before confidently adding: "You know it's only eight thirty, right?" The glare she shot him from her narrowed eyes could have melted ice. Still, he pressed on. "Look, I see you are obviously neck deep in what is certainly a landfill sized load of over privileged white girl problems." "Right?" Marissa replied with a victimized mopey tone to her voice. "I am so stressed right now, you don't even know." "Wow. Just, wow." He had no words. "Perhaps, however, I can help cheer you up," he smiled at her. "After all, there is a reason why I've come all this way to see you..."
  12. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- He had thought it was a rpg, but it wasn't, it was a man. Strike that a Boy. That much was apparent as Agent Twelve rolled back to his feet and assumed a Ke'he'dow' Attack/Defensive stance. The boy spoke but his accent was so unusual that Twelve couldn't really understand what he was saying even though some of the words sounded Anglese. Then the kids hand burst into flames. "Wat? Huo?" Twelve was not easily shaken, but shaken he was.
  13. Mikey was a fast guy, especially dropping from a building, fast, but that speed would not out run a bullet. His senses helped him to slow the world, at least, to the ordinary human that's was the closest approximation. As his brain processed and took in information it often felt like everything else went in to slo-mo while he made his decisions and acted accordingly. His perceptions caught the echo of sound of the next round firing. He knew he couldn't save whomever it was being fired at, he wasn't that good... hell, he'd just gotten these powers a few weeks ago and the most he'd managed to do with them was light can drum fires for the bums in the Kitchen. Hey. It was the little things. He scanned the area and the glimmer of the sniper's scope spurred his body into action. He as certainly no hero, but this was dude was poppin' of slugs in the hood and while he didn't care for hoods in his district, killing them was certainly not the way to handle things (okay, so he was a softy)! He didn't need the wings, they were just for show and kind of fun. Last week it was bat wings, and ealier this week it was insect wings, which looked really cool with veins of multicolored flames wrapping through them. He leapt from the building, thankfully he'd had a good grasp of his ability to fly as gouts of flame exploded from his shoulder blades like a pair of flaming dorsal fins or stabilizers on a plane. From his feet gouted flame like that of a jet engine and from the palms of his hands as well and in a simple motion he soared up into the air looking like an Iron Man without his armor with thrust coming from his back, hands and feet. A trail of heat marked his trajectory as he flew towards the sniper, who decided to cut his losses and turn tail, running back into the building he was firing from. That didn't stop Mikey, he soared right through the window, the room and the door, tackling the man in the hallway of the abandoned tenement building. He hit hard. A bit too hard. He could handle the velocity, but man, that impact when flying into something was sure a bitch. They both tumbled as the sputtering of Mikey's flames extinguished and the rolled in separate directions down the trash filled hallway. The managed to rise to their feet at about the same time, wobbly from the impact they were both struggling to catch their bearings. Mike's sunglasses had fallen off in the tumble. he stood and looked at the man, his eyes were pure white, no hint of color or pupils, just pure Deadpool CGI. "Wrong hood, ass hat. You wanna blow people away, take that shit up to Baltimore or Philly," his hands ignited into thick flames that writhed up his forearms, the moment his hands ignited, his eyes went from white, to being set aflame as well. The flames dances and licked across his eyebrows. His voice was an intense combination of adrenaline and street slang. "So I'm gon' make this shit simple. We gon' walk down them stairs and you're gonna wait with me til the cops arrive, or I'ma start dolling out third degree ass whoopins'. So, you lookin' to get down right here?" He held out his hands, cocked his head and took a step forward egging the man on for a fight.
  14. ***Irregular Solutions HQ, sublevel 8 Research lab 2. *** Abel frowned as his doppelganger vanished, the message via guildchat having clearly been heard by him. He checked the chat itself to make sure there were no residual traces, and downloaded the security footage. Sean I need to talk to you could you come down to sublevel 8, Lab 2. I definitely want a second opinion on this. To emphasize his point, he sent the recording to him and waited patiently. it was uncommon for Abel to request Sean's physical presence, If only because there were things Sean could do in person Abel couldn't, and he wanted to know what was going on. With the other Abel having been part of guildchat enough to hear Jeane, this was beyond odd, and now he was utterly gone. if not for the video, there'd be no real proof of his presence at all. "Somewhere, Christopher Walken is probably smiling, or laughing."
  15. *The HQ Basement, Then* There was a faint ripple in the link, but Jeane had enough faith in Abel to let him bring it up if it was a problem. Counting off the two yeses so far in her head, she grinned down her partner in transnational-tourism-based crime, "Let's go find the new guys and spread the word, James. They're Irregulars, too, and should get the perks if they're willing take the heat being on this crew means. I've got a keyhole in the common room, so I'll start looking there. You can hit up somewhere else. And let's brainstorm places while we hunt. Sound cool?" She ported away soon as she saw the beginning on his nod. This was gonna be good. *The Hebert residence, That Night* Before all this, Jeane would have laughed at anyone who told her how stupid, oppressively long the night could be. That was what sleeping was for. Or sneaking in game time on your phone on the latest brightly-colored distraction. Or sneaking out for a midnight run in one of the safer neighborhoods if you were feeling cheeky. That was before she cared too much to do the third or was smart enough to get bored with most of the second or didn't dare do the first... The hours between 2100 and 0600 lagged, her curfew a voluntary prison she accepted as the price of her freedom during all the other hours of the day, a better relationship with her parents and siblings. The towering blonde didn't like it, but she could see the why. Gave her time to finish the academic worksheets she needed to do. Learn how to cook to further sooth things over with her Mom. Stop and think about the impact of the day's actions as she browsed the internet and occasionally posted a reply or a picture if things needed tweaking. Still... She liked being around people... This sucked. It was lonely. And boring. And frustrating. And all of those things encouraged memories she very, very carefully kept looping deep out of sight and mind on their own very special stream of thought. Grunting aloud and sitting up on her plus-sized bed, Jeane put aside a book on motorcycles, and picked up her phone, hoping against hope that... Oh, God... 0217... Over three hours to go... Pete was 1) awake and 2) had figured out how to use the secure message app she had helped him download. 'Hey, Pete. It's Jeane. Free to text?', she typed in and let fly across the aether, a soft musical chime sending it on it's way.
  16. The other Abel Glanced down at his lab coat where the insignia was then back at Abel. Just then... Jeane's thoughts echoed in Abel's head the Other Abel visibly flinch and looked around "What the Fuck was that?!?" then he grabbed what looked like a TV remote off the table pointed it at Abel and pushed a button and vanished.
  17. ***Irregular Solutions HQ, sublevel 8 Research lab 2. *** The Abels closed their mouths and maintained eye contact, with the younger looking one (Abel sans glasses) staring back at him, even as Abel's fully sensory suite of abilities activated. "So I'm not detecting any sort of temporal flux, or dimensional rip, nor psychic anomaly. Who exactly are you, and where did you come from, and why are you wearing my form? I recognize the rudiments of the Irregular Solutions logo, but that's not the same as mine." He had wanted to to go relax, a day or three at the beach sounded like a great idea to him. Jeane, I'll be along when I can, I have a slight situation I need to resolve first. Keep me posted on when and where. Even mentally, his voice was tinged with some concern, which wasn't all that common for him anymore. ***The Watchtower*** Abel's phone beeped, and his ringtone for Kia, "Eye to Eye" which was an obscure song from his childhood, began to play, and he snatched it up. The Watchtower was one of two places Abel felt he could safely sleep, and truth be told he was concerned that he was becoming too distant from everyone. He always said it was for the greater good but that was a flimsy excuse. He had control of his power now, it wasn't so necessary. The first text didn't truly alarm him, he was used to others closing their links to guild chat, they were just always there, and like doors, could be knocked upon to signal an emergency. Those thoughts were contradicted when he read Kia's second text, and quickly moved to to the door. He'd turned off the gravity in this part of the station since he was practically alone, and had been floating there, in front of the observation window, Sleeping while dreaming of home. "Dammit, not again." He quickly reached out via guildchat, only to find that Kia's portion of the network was simply gone, as if it had never been there. This spurred him to action as he moved to the door, his PAM suit coming to resemble its combat form, reflecting his agitation. He briefly considered calling James, but didn't. He figured Kia sent he and Sean that second message, and it was best to not call everyone until they actually knew something. He moved through the station to the command deck, and the Teleportation pads there. The only other inhabitants at the time were the two Alien ambassadors, who'd come up to send a signal home. "I need you to transport me back to my home, immediately. There's a situation I need to be there for." Abel was texting Kia back. On my way back, Will be at your place shortly Both nodded, understanding that for it to have been something to have him agitated, it had to be big. Keystrokes were made, and Abel seemed to visibly shut part of himself down. Emotion would lead to problems, he needed to be calm and analytical, and so he was. They gave him a thumbs up and soon Abel was transported to his room in his family home, from which he opened the window and shot out towards Kia's home, not really caring who saw him do so.
  18. In response to Jeanne: Normally a 'beach day' would have sounded like great fun, but Kia's heart wasn't in it at the moment. Even so, she sent a 'Sure, sounds good,' over the guild chat. Maybe it'd cheer her up a little. Kia's Bedroom Kia sat upright in her bed her head throbbing but not hurting, her heart racing, she was sweaty and she couldn't feel her powers, couldn't feel guildchat, couldn't feel the Quantum. She was alone, Her connection was gone. Her first reaction was panic. Was it an attack?! Had someone figured out a way to neutralize her somehow?! Feeling small and helpless, she lay in the dark, heart hammering, not knowing if the end would come. It didn't. On reaching out to the 'guild chat,' she realized it was gone for her. Aside from making her feel very isolated and vulnerable, she also realized that Abel was probably freaking out by now, so she felt around for her phone (when was the last time she noticed a thing like darkness?) and fired off a quick text to everyone on her Irregulars group. ...this is kia something happened and i'm not on chat anymore but i'm ok... By the time she'd finished texting, and taking dogged pride in actually using apostrophes, the reality of the situation was starting soak past her knee-jerk instinctive reactions to the deeper pools of her brain where reflection and cognition churned. Was this because of what she'd asked? Was she really...normal again? Kia knew Lilly could 'turn off' her powers when she wanted, at least most of them. Even then though Lilly remained virtually superhuman. Kia had no idea how turning off her own powers would work...or how it HAD worked? Was her larger self just gone, or was there a giant glob of biomass floating around in a pocket dimension just outside reality forever? That was SUPER disturbing. Hopefully it had all just vanished. Abel would know. Or Sean. She texted them both individually. guys, i lost my powers...we need 2 talk... She turned on the little lamp on her bedside table and started getting dressed. Was it weird that she was weaker than she'd been in months now...but somehow felt lighter? It was finally soaking in. She wasn't going to have to turn into things anymore, or conjure hordes of weird critters from her own flesh or...or be weird and inhuman and kind of gross. It was finally over. She could be normal again. By the time Kia was tying her shoes the pounding of her heart was from excitement, not fear. She even spared a silent moment of thanks, just in case the spirits were still listening.
  19. ***Irregular Solutions HQ, sublevel 8 Research lab 2. *** " “Well that's one project down, a few dozen more to go.” The voices were in perfect unison. Abel froze. Slowly he looked to his left where to his astonishment he saw himself looking back at him. Both Abel's had the same open mouthed look, but there were differences, the other Abel wore glasses for one thing and his hair was styled like he had stepped out of a 1950's movie. Also the Irregular Solutions Logo on the lab coat didn't resemble the one on his at all. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- Mikey flamed out as he landed on the roof top of the tenement building, he was hungry and Sugrillo's Sandwich Shop was on the corner, and thought of a meatball sandwich was making his mouth water and his stomach growl. On a whim, before heading to the roof access stairs he glanced over the the edge of the roof to the street four stories below and grimaced. There down on the sidewalk below were three men obvious hoods mugging a woman or worse, and while tow of them were struggling whth the lady the third was looking up having been attracted by the flaming aura. Before Mikey acted the tough raised his hand pointing a pistol in Mikey's general direction not sure what he had seen, then went stiff as his head jerked unnaturally to the right and a fine mist of blood exited the side of the kids skull. The body started to fall to the ground when the second hood chest exploded spraying blood and gore across the side walk the bullet slamming into the concrete of the side walk and ricocheting into a nearby parked car. Mikey, with his enhanced senses barley heard the muffled sound of the shot and the sharp clicks of a shell being ejected and another bullet loaded then firing. But it was enough to tell him where to look, just in time for the third shot to go off. SHELLY MONTANA Tease was cranky. She hated this piss-hole of a town that was starting to put on airs, hated the people and hated damn near everything else. She wanted to go HOME. Home to California the last place all of them had been happy. They could do it DeeJay could whisk them all back they could even get there old house if they wanted or a new one. She or Devin could easily get the money to buy any home. Hell Marissa could make some one give her any home if she wanted. But Mom and Dad hadn't quite grasped what it meant to have kids that were some of the most powerful beings in the world who could pretty much write their own ticket. So the parents kept going to their lame ass 9- 5 and Devin, Jaunt, he was off looking for the perfect place to build his utopia. Marissa was the only realist in this family, which is why he was also sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” She heard the car drive up outside. It wasn't mom or dad she could recognize those cars by sound. The door bell rang. Marissa frowned and even that looked sexy as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the TV screen. she clicked the remote and muted the game show on TV and went to the door and opened it to reveal the smiling face of Dennis Carpenter, the movie guy she had met in Norfolk. She glanced over at the driveway and saw a rental Corvette, silver this time. “Hi Marissa, remember me?” CASSIDY CONSTRUCTION SHELLY MONTANA Plans, plans, plans. Plans for what Sean wished to accomplish with her amazing intellectual powers. Plans for building the perfect society. Plans for exploring the galaxies. And plans for building a home. That one had actually been Sean's dads idea. He had suggested that two girls were outgrowing the old barn and should think about building a real home. Sara who had turned eighteen unnoticed several months into their adventurous life latched onto that. When she wasn't being the avenger of the world she dormed down and was working as just another hand in her lovers dads construction business. She found it comforting and normal after what she, all of them had been through. Both Sean and Sara had loved the idea and that's where the problems started. Neither could settle on where they wanted to live, what kind of house, and a hundred other domestic things that neither being teenagers had really given any real thought about. They had argued, actually fought about what both of them would have thought silly if it had been their parents fighting. But it hadn't been. It had been them Today Sean was off in Helsinki at some science thing and Sara had swept the planet and finding her abilities unneeded had gone home dormed down and went to work.
  20. War-Room Observation Area/Kia's Bedroom Pete nods giving the impression of sagely wisdom "It really bothers me that i can't get this app to work, " he says taking his phone out again and starts playing with it. Kia sits there for a few moments expecting him to say something, anything but he doesn't. "Okay...well Thanks I guess I'll be going." Kia gets up and looks wisfully out at the kids playing basketball. "See you around Pete." The depessed girl walks toward the exit when Petes voice makes her stop. "It was good talking with you Kia." She turns to look at him but he is still engrossed in his phone. "And Kia, you are always yourself, you can't be anyone else." Later that evening, after a dinner with her mom and dad and a talk with Lilly who was in Japan, the two made plans for Kia to portal over and join Lilly and her family for the opening of the hub, Kia went to bed. Sleep came easily but the dreams were disturbing all full of thrashing tentacles and great and terrible beasts chasing her. The nightmares made her toss and trun as they chased her through Shelly, through the base, even trough their old home in Hawaii. It was there in the part of her dream in Hawaii that she was cornered bythe beasts in her veryown bed room the one place in all the world that she had always felt safe, the one place where she had always dreamed of returning to. Then in the dream she spied her toybox, the beast were chargin her tentacles reaching , she lept behind the toybox and flipped open the lid and all the beasts fell inside as Kia slammed the lid shut locking them away forever! Kia sat upright in her bed her head throbbing but not hurting, her heart racing, she was sweaty and she couldn't feel her powers, couldn't feel guildchat, couldn't feel the Quantum. She was alone, Her connection was gone.
  21. *Irregular Solutions HQ, Jeane's obstacle course room in the subbasement* Lightning crackled, and Jeane reappeared, still grinning to split her face and punching the air a few times as she forked off an entire stream of thought worth of 'yesyesyesyes..!' to run in the background. Her antics were greeted by James' chuckle, the warper leaning against the wall. "Went well I take it?" he asked, clearly amused. "Obviously. I know Sean and Abel said this part *should* go smoothly when they approved the plan, but easy as it was, feels good to have something work out when the fate of the planet isn't immediately on the line. In fact, you got any plans the next few days?" "Nooo… What do you have in mind?" "Let me put this out on brainblast. Don't want to have to explain this awesome idea more than once," Jeane delayed, sucking in a breath to keep her emotions from surging too strongly through the link as she reached out to the entire team, 'Hey, guys. Not sure what all of you have on your plates the next few days, but I was thinking... All Irregulars beach day. New. Old. Current. We just, basically, saved the world, and at least on my end, I've been keeping busy every day since we got back. I'm sure there's somewhere gorgeous and sunny without people we can kill a few hours. Whose up for it?' The grin danced on her lips, the chipper echo of her good mood bouncing out into the link as she waited for a reply, an emotional chorus sung in harmony with herself.
  22. War-Room Observation Area "Come sit. Ask the spirits what you wish I am sure they are listening and if it is good they will help." Kia sat down and tried to think, but it was no good. Her head was just a jumble. Trying to sort through all the conflicting feelings and make sense of it only made it worse. So she stopped trying, and just started talking. "I don't really know if I believe in spirits, but...I want to feel like I'm part of the world again. Not all coiled up in some...other place, just poking my finger out into it. Right now, it's like...I'm growing into a world of my own almost, but that's never what I wanted. I want to be connected to THIS world. And all the people and places and things and INVOLVED and...and that's how I used to feel, and even if I have to give up my powers I just really want to feel like that again. I want to need things, so that I want things, so that getting things feels important and good." She sighs. "It's good that I had powers when I needed them. I'm grateful I got to help protect people. I'm just afraid that right now, what I am...what I'm becoming...is going to take me away from everything I love. Everyone. Sometimes I look around and everything looks so small. Or I'll see some animal or something, and for a second I'll only see it as something I want to add to the creatures I can make." "So I don't know if they're listening, or if it's good, but...I'd really like to just be myself again. Please."
  23. *New York City, New York* The Canadian Visa Application Centre didn't look like too much as Jeane Hebert stepped out of James' warp, just another office front with the minor edition of a maple leaf flag hanging over the door and a few blown up pictures of the picturesque Canadian landscape and, maybe, the Montreal skyline. Add a trail of frozen destruction to that center one, actually, and they'd have captured her the Bear battle quite well. A smile tugged at her lips at the memory, one she glued in place as the warp snapped shut, leaving her alone on the sidewalk with a handful of pedestrians who were just recovering from the shock of the arrival of the blue-clad blonde. She gracefully turned on one sneakered heel and ducked through the main door of the centre, eyes sweeping the room once. Not too busy. Ahhh, there they were. Jeane made a point of nodding ever-so-slightly at the two nearly invisible cameras in the corner. She'd have liked the theatrics of doing this at the actual embassy, but apparently the Canadians separated her errand from the other functions. She'd deal. "Not here to cause a problem. Just here to do some paperwork, really. See? I'm taking a number and sitting down to wait my turn," she called to the empty room, putting word to action and holding up her little tab of perforated paper in one hand. A semblance of animation returned to the room, workers, clients, and she suspected was a guard getting back into gear, albeit with subtle and not so subtle looks in her direction every so often, micro expressions displaying irritation at fumbles and mistakes. People were so easy now, and if she wanted to, the towering blonde could have probably just made them let her skip ahead in line. But that wasn't part of the plan, and judging by the after effects on the people who had attended that one shoot where she had turned her charm all the way up on a whim... Yeah, no. Maybe next time she got in a fight with someone she'd rather bend emotionally than break physically. Sean had showed her how effective that could be. Her mind forked and forked again, one part keeping alert for danger, another going over the plan again and again, the last critiquing and reassessing where it'd be best to take Pete on their first off campass outing. Unless she kept it somewhere completely abandoned, it would get out onto the Internet and then her parents would find out and oh dear God, she wasn't even sure where she wanted to go with it yet, but she didn't... 'B16' flashed up on the 'now serving' displayed despite the fact that B13 had been the previous one in the series to be called up. B16 was her number. Jeane sighed and rose to her feet, smiling apologetically down at the holder of 'B15' as she strode past, fishing out a bundle of paperwork from her bag. "Good morning, Miss... Hebert. I see you're applying for a... multiple entry tourist visa today. Are you aware that you're waived from such a requirement?" Jeane was impressed by the even delivery of the line, nodding her head and putting her hands into the pockets of her jacket, "I am, but you skipped several people to get me up here early." "My supervisor felt it would be less... disruptive to take care of your needs as soon as possible, Miss Hebert," answered the woman, steady and entering the information from the form in a sure clack-clack-clackity of data entry. The teen couldn't entirely fault the logic, much as it sat wrong with her, producing each required piece of paperwork as requested. There was a pause as the woman examined Jeane's passport, "This is a very new, Miss." "Growth spurt. Would you believe I was 5'6 three months ago? Needed new everthing," replied the blonde with a faint chuckle, rubbing the back of her head. "Hmmm. well. That'll be everything. If you'll follow me over to station 12..." One biometric later, Jeane stepped into the bathroom, confirmed it was empty, and grinned. Part one of Operation Coalmine Canary was a go. All she had to do was wait to get her passport back. Apply for one in the next country. And so on until they had enough to make a testing run interesting. Let the Rashouds of the world know she was coming. She had a crew at her back and a dream in her head. On a whim, she cheated a few opportunistic photographers of another shot at her by virtue of the crackle of quantum lightning on the way back home the HQ.
  24. Tease, Jaunt's sister, Marissa, slowly walked into the room, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that was going on. She did little to hide her grin as her brother reminded the doctor that he and his staff were incapable of doing their jobs given his unique physiology. The echo of her modest heels announced her several steps before she arrived but she stopped not far the doctor, waiting for an opportune time to interject. When the doctor turned to leave, visibly irritated by Jaunt's lack of tact, she didn't waste any time speaking up. “Good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?” “Well as can be expected, I suppose,” he replied to his twin. She could hear it in his voice that he still wasn't at one hundred percent. “What did I miss?” “I don't know. I didn't jive with your friends very well. Abel's a brain raper, Lilly is a self-righteous bitch, a monster bear tried to kill us... that was fun,” her brother chuckled at her absolute disdain for heroics. “And despite my powers not getting us all killed, they decide to inform me that I'm no help help at all and can go home... so fuck them, I did. You're friends are assholes. Not sayin', just sayin'.” “So, basically, you were a four alarm blazing bitch the whole time and Lilly told you to either play nice or kick rocks... so you threw a tantrum and kicked rocks while she drank your loser tears.” Marissa crossed her arms, looking off in every direction but her brother while her red lips tightened. “...no. Look, you were doing god knows what for god knows what reasons, and I knew it wasn't you! I just wanted them to help me find you and bring you home safe... and... well, they're not very good and following my directions. They wanted to do, like, their own thing. It totally got in the way of finding you and I wasn't having it. The prospect of Lily losing her shit and punching me though... I decided at home was the best place for me.” Devin approached his sister and held out his arms. “C'mere.” She hugged him tightly and finally let her self cry the tears of joy she'd been keeping in since she heard he'd woken up. Quietly they held one another in silence as they soaked in the moment of their reunion. “Mmm, your hair smells like berry flavored win-sauce.” She managed half of a laugh and pulled away, wiping her eyes with one finger while her make-up seemed to magically correct itself and go back to being flawlessly applied. “Mom and Dad are home. All we have to do is get you checked out at the nurse's station and you'll-” “Pffft. Yeah, that'll happen.” He laughed as reality around them rippled and bent. With nothing more that a slight ripple and soft breeze of displaced air the siblings were gone.
  25. The doctor walked into the hospital room as Devin pulled shirt down over perfectly sculpted shoulders. He was facing the window, looking down on the courtyard below where patients sat in their wheelchairs or walked about with their family members. “Mr. Jauntsen,” the doctor started. “Jaunt.” Devin corrected him. He'd adopted a manner where only 'friends' could call him Devin, and Mr. was a bit too formal for him so the rest of the world who didn't know him, would call him Jaunt, his key moniker. “Yes, uh, Jaunt,” he cleared his throat and continued on. “Your nurse tells me that you plan on checking out. I'm afraid I have to disagree with your decision. You suffered a great deal of trauma and, well, your gamma and beta waves are highly irregular. Frankly, there's no medical reason for it.” “I'm a key, doc.” He rolled his shoulders and picked his trademark purple leather duster up from the bed. As always it was a horrendous choice in fashion, but it certainly made a statement. “My waves don't regulate because my perceptions and sensory faculties never shut off. I see when I'm asleep, I hear with my nose and I can taste with my finger tips. I'd explain it all to you, but there's no real point. Trust me, I'm fine. While I slept I traveled to Rome, Beijing, Niue. It's pretty this time of year.” His doctor sighed. “That doesn't address your trauma. Swelling, contusions in and around your brain. Whatever happened to you may have left permanent damage.” “There's only one expert in key physiology, Jaunt, and no one knows where she is these days.” “I do.” The teen said softly. His perceptions were so honed that even he was in a coma his consciousness continued to wander and roam the world. Passing through wall, through the Earth, no one could hide from him and no barrier could keep him out. On the other side of that coin, no one could see him or interact with him, like a ghost trapped between worlds and of there was some power or ability that could detect his presence, it had yet to be discovered. “I was unconscious when I got here, or I'd never have trusted a human to treat me. I have a facility in mind that can do far more for me than you can. While I appreciate the help, let's face it,” he faced the doctor and the jovial smart alec known the world over for his good cheer and jokes had not a single smirk or smile to offer. “You have limits.”
  26. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- The officer dodged the spray paint can as best he could in the cramped confines of the stairwell. It slammed against the wall as his partner pushed him forward in an effort to not lose any ground against the degenerate that threw it at them. They shouted for him to stop and pressed on as he laughed and continued spiraling up the stairwell. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Mikey!" One of the officers shouted as a young man in cargo shorts and and a hoodie darted up the stairs, leaping and hooking corners with a parkour flair. "Hard?" The guy chuckled. "C'mon, I ain't even winded O'Brian. You, uh... might wanna sit your pudgy ass down though, you likely to have a heart attack at this rate." The guy laughed without breaking his stride. The officers chased him through the stairwell, passing through corners littered with trash and debris and passed spray painted walls until they burst through the door to the roof and the light of the mid-day sun dazed them from the sudden transition of inside to outside. Mikey laughed as they gave chase until he reached the ledge of the ten story apartment building. The two officers slowed their pace, which took several paces as neither were in the best of shape. Holding up his hand, trying to catch his breath, officer O'Brian shouted to him in a thick New York accent. "C'mon, Mikey. Cut the shit, you had your fun... now get down and get over here. You're not gonna jump, and we're not in the mood for games. How many times have I busted you kid? Eh? Six, seven... this month?" "Four." Mikey laughed, hopping about like he had an adrenaline rush, his sun glasses didn'tmove to far off his nose as he hopped about. "That shit on Twelfth I'm not counting, because I wasn't doing anything wrong, bruh!" "You were loitering!" Officer O'Brian shot back. "Pfffft," Mikey scoffed. "Loitering ain't illegal! I was just sleeping, damn." "Uh, yeah, it kinda is." O'Brian's partner said, resting his hands on his knees still trying to catch his breath. "No shit?" He looked puzzled under his glasses. "Seriously?" When they both nodded their heads, still out of breath, he chuckled. "Well, shit. Okay, five then, I'll give you that." "Fabulous," O'Brian said sarcastically. He held out his cuffs, "Now c'mon Mikey. I'm getting too old to chase you, boy. You know how this works and how to put em' on. Get off the ledge and quit screwing around." Mikey smirked through pursed lips, holding his arms out in a shrug. "Yeah... no. Not today, O'Brian." From his back exploded flaming wings of orange, white and gold heat. Each feather a luminous inferno of blazing heat. The feathers began to explode downward, spraying flames downward like feathery jet engines that provided enough thrust for him to elevate a few inches off the ground. Mikey smirked. "See you around, O.B.. Better luck next time." He rose higher and the wings exploded with and flared once more providing enough lift to send him soaring through the sky at a break neck speed. "Oh, shit," O'Brian's partner huffed in moderate disbelief. "I'll get on the radio, I mean, it can't be too hard to miss that landing somewhere." "No," The veteran officer said shaking his head. "Let him go. The kid's as dumb as the day is long, we'll get him. We provoke him and he might do something that both he, and we regret. He's a life criminal, but the kid's crafty." Mikey spiraled through the air and soared past them leaving a trail of a heat wave exhaust behind his wings. "This is nuts! Bananas, bruh! Bananaaaaaaaaaas! Woooooooooo! Later O.B.!" As O'Brian's partner looked at him the officer shrugged. "Yeah, definitely a bit dumb though."
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