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  1. Dave & Carver - Are you guys going to roll initiative, or should Kazuo go ahead and post so we don't stall out? I know you two are super-busy, which is why I'm asking here, so we can keep the thread moving as much as possible.
  2. Initiative roll for http://www.rpgpost.com/topic/17271-mh-plot-four-hours-in-hell/?p=308242 ,, Malachite *rolls* 1d10: 7+6: 13
  3. I'd prefer to stick with Abby, personally. I don't much like M&M, I hate making characters in the system, and the progression of the system is...I dunno. *shrugs* Anyways, I'd vote to stick with Abby.
  4. Real Name: Oneca Isabel Bahaar Nicknames: Demona, Lilith, 'Neca Occupations: Mutant High School Student Legal Status: American Citizen, minor. Aliases: Demona, Lilith, DarkFlame (all 'net handles) Place of birth: Los Angeles, CA Age: 16 Marital Status: Single, dating Warren Verona. Known Relatives: Mother (Scandanavian, Asa's fleshing her out as she's ported over from Jason's backstory, she's already a Valkyrie-like Superhero), Father (Rahim Bahaar), older sister (Sonja Bahaar), little sister (deceased, Saja Bahaar) Group Affiliation: None so far. Mutant Expression: Attempting to summon a demon to fetch the spirit of her dead sister. Height: 5 feet 7 inches Weight: 126lbs. Eyes: Tawny Gold Hair: Black Distinguishing Marks: Intricate vine tattoo over her face and down the left side of her body. Strength Level: Low-end superhuman. Known Powers: Destruction, flight. Abilities/Special Skills: Goth angst. Weapons Used: Sarcasm, hands. Personality: Gothier-than-thou. Personal Interests: Poetry, mythology, Morticia Adams. ,, Oneca is the middle child and youngest surviving child of the Bahaar family. Her father is a wealthy banker that married a Scandanavian super-hero; her elder brother became her elder sister a few years ago and was sent off to the mutant school in upstate New York. Her younger sister Saja died from injuries and exposure after sneaking out of the house when she was supposed to be down for a nap when she was about 6. Her parents have always felt guilty over the death, but Oneca took it the hardest and became obsessed with finding a way to contact her dead sibling. As she became a teen, this morphed into an obsession with the goth culture and magick (because with a 'k', it's real!). She triggered as a mutant last Winter Solstice while trying to summon a demon to go fetch the spirit of her sister while her parents were at a Christmas party. Her powers have morphed through her somewhat twisted view of the world and reflect demonic powers. ,, She has shown the ability to destroy items with a controlled brimstone-smelling fire, although she doesn't seem to be able to control fire itself. She has the ability to fly, most likely inherited from her mother as is her well above human level of strength, though it is on the weaker end of the mutant scale. During initial testing she also once ripped through brick and wood using only her hands; there were burn marks left on the material. The triggering also greatly enhanced her body, though save for the strength only to the limits of human possibility instead of beyond; she also manifested a vine-like tattoo over her face and down the left side of her body. When questioned about it she merely stated that it was a mark of 'favor', whatever that means. She is being observed at the school for any other powers, as a psychological profile shows that she could be prone to abuse of more subtle mutant abilities. ,, Character Sheet Attributes: STR: 3 DEX: 3 STA: 4 (Tenacious) PER: 3 INT: 4 (Pragmatic) WIT: 3 APP: 5 (Exotic) MAN: 4 (Devious) CHA: 4 (Alluring) Abilities - Might: Brawl: Throwing: Artillery: Awareness: 1 Investigation: 1 Navigation: Disguise: Intimidation: 1 Style: 2 Archery: Athletics: 2 Drive: Firearms: Gunnery: Heavy Weapons: Ledgerdemain: 1 Martial Arts: 1 Melee: Pilot: Ride: Stealth: 1 Academics: 1 Bureaucracy: Computer: 2 Demolitions: Engineering: Gambling: Intrusion: Linguistics: 1 (Latin) Medicine: 1 Science: Survival: Tradecraft: Diplomacy: Hypnosis: Interrogation: Seduction: 1 Streetwise: 1 Subterfuge: 1 Endurance: 3 Resistance: 3 Arts: 1 Biz: Mediation: Rapport: Shadowing: Tactics: Weave: Animal Training: Carousing: 1 Command: Etiquette: 1 Instruction: Performance: 1 Backgrounds - Allies: 1 (Father, rich banker) Attunement: 1 Backing: Cipher: Contacts: 1 Dormancy: Equipment: Eufiber: Favors: Followers: 4 (Two girls from the school - Rachel (goes by Raven) and Lily (goes by Lilith)) Influence: Mentor: 3 (Warren, bonuses congruent with skills from living on the streets and knowledge/unlocking of power) Genome: 5 Rank: Resources: 1 (allowance) Uniform: 12 (Nanofluidic, 4/5/3, 10% minimum cover) Willpower: 4 Focus: 4 Soak: 9B/ 7L/ 0A Healing Rate: 5x Mega-Attributes: M-STR: 1 (Thrower) Quantum Powers: Flight - 3 Entropy Control - 2 (Bioentropy Storm, Probability Corruption) Claws - 3 Merits & Flaws: Sexy - 1 pt Merit Nightsight - 3 pt Merit Lusty - 1 pt Flaw Obsession - 2 pt Flaw (Ghosts/Death/Evil) Addiction - 1 pt Flaw (Nicotine) ,, Logs FB's - 5 in Attributes, 2 in Willpower, 8 in Backgrounds PP's - 15 in Focus 9 in Quantum Powers (5 for Entropy Control, 3 for Flight, 1 for Claws) 3 in Mega-Attributes 3 in Attributes (9 Attribute points) XP Log: +108 (108) - January 2013 XP backlog - 30 (78) - Uniform 1-5 - 6 (72) - Flight 2 - 6 (66) - Claws 2 - 14 (52) - Entropy 2 (Probability Corruption) - 18 (34) - Flight 3 - 18 (16) - Claws 3 + 5 (21) - Bonus XP from Four Hours in Hell
  5. Oneca nodded at Mouse and didn't even roll her eyes; it was war everywhere you looked and even her stomach was tied in knots. She raised her wrist to her mouth, speaking quickly over the comm as she dodged more falling bits of building. "Well, for what it's worth, here's my idea: Curtis, go see if you can make a friend with a Dread like you did with the plane. Sonja, give 'em someone their own size to play with while he does that and take Natalie, Alex, and Daniel with you for more firepower. Those things are built to kill us and making more of a mess of the city than anyone else, so we need to take them out quickly and permanently." ,, "Kia, Caitlin, Diana, Marco, and Ari, go grab the norms and move 'em to the park." At a look from the nearest of her fellow students, she quickly explained, "Kia's nice and can adapt, so she can get to them; Diana's pretty-pretty and can put out any fires blocking the way. Caitlin can make sure you guys don't get killed and keep the norms from beatin' the crap out of the four of you 'cause they're scared and stupid right now. Marco can get a good line on their location and use his TK to move stuff out of the way, too. Ari's a 'porter so it'll make things go faster all around. " ,, "Warren, Morri, Kazuo, and I will go take care of the shits that started this whole damn thing." She didn't give the reasons why, in her mind, the four of them were best suited to the messy task of most likely having to kill a bunch of mass-murdering mutant fuckheads out loud, but Warren had already told her that he'd killed people before, half the time at school was spent keeping Morri from flipping out and gutting someone, and she'd made a deal with the Devil so it wasn't like she'd be getting damned a second time. Kazuo was a little more of a wild-card, but she'd heard rumors and seen him and Warren 'sparring'; he seemed like someone that would do what needed to be done and not get all squeamish and hesitant about it. "So, unless someone else's got a brilliant different idea, let's go. Oh, and Sonja?" Her tone turned from grim to a soft sombre, "Make Mom proud, okay?"
  6. Oneca's shoulders rippled in a non-chalant shrug as she lifted off the floor and hung in the air. "My boyfriend and my sister are going, so that means I'll tear anything that tries to touch them to fucking shreds and no, I don't give a damn if it's metal or flesh." Her eyes flashed over to Caitlin, simmering with the rage that had stayed with since she'd watched helplessly as her little sister wasted away and died. The red haze around her was bright now and her eyes were shimmering gold. "I have been training my powers and I don't need a pilot. Everyone else can either catch up real damn quick or sit the hell down." ,, She hesitated, frowning in Warren's direction, then tossed a look over her shoulder back towards the Adults. "So," she raised her voice to be heard over the distance, "do we got a pilot or is Sonja just tossin' people there?"
  7. Oneca flew over to Warren's side, checking to make sure her boyfriend wasn't bleeding out or dying from a concussion while everyone else was plotting how to debut as Big Damn Heroes against the government's Tin Men and The Brotherhood. 'Cause those were awesome odds twenty minutes after deciding that grouping up and putting on spandex (well, whatever the hell their outfits were made of) trying to save the world from the world was a shiny idea. Her eyes flicked up to the carnage going on in Manhattan and even her cynical heart had to admit that it was just wrong. She might talk a lot about letting the world burn and she was pretty sure she'd already damned her own soul, but just sitting by and watching the sheeple get slaughtered in the streets for the shits and giggles of some psycho mutants was something that stoked even her to a righteous anger. ,, "You okay, babe?" she asked as she landed next to Warren. ,, He winced and sat up, rubbing his head. "Peachy," he groused, but he didn't seem permanently broken anywhere. He watched the screens and grimaced. "What the fuck?" ,, "Looks like someone started the war without us," she murmured back, crossing her arms as she glanced over the different news feeds. "Pricks didn't even send invites." She sighed and gave him a look, trying her best to sound disaffected and cool. "So, we're gonna go crash the party and hope both sides don't squish us like bugs, aren't we?" ,, Warren could always see through her bullshit; his hands clenched at his sides and he nodded, ignoring her sarcastic tone. "Damn straight. You ready for this?" ,, "No," she answered truthfully. "None of us are." She shrugged, "So sad, too bad, war's here anyways." She tugged her cloak around herself and focused on the silver "bracelet", feeling it slide around her skin as it followed the patterns of her thought into a full outfit under her current clothes. Corsets and skirts might look hot, but they were hardly the thing to be flying around a battle zone in; as usual, fashion was the first casualty of doing anything serious. It took her a moment to undo the laces on both corset and skirt, both falling to the ground at the same time that she shrugged off the voluminous cape. The outfit underneath was still black, of course, but had given in to the practicality of pants - skin-tight and black, of course - and a black halter top that scooped down the back and showed off nearly all of her tattoo. She picked out the lacing for her corset and quickly braided her hair back to keep it out of the way, threading the black ribbon through it and using it to tie of the end to hold everything in place. She was still in her belts & buckles heeled boots, but they were pretty good for stomping on things that annoyed her anyways and she was so used to heels at this point that flat shoes felt weird to walk in. ,, She fidgeted for a moment in the new outfit, tugging at it as if it wasn't already form-fitting to exactly her measurements, then called out over to the 'adults'. "Hey, Sanders, if you're got the goods on the future, a little more heads up next time, hmmn?" She looked around the room, then held out her hands. "Well, are we going or are we just gonna stand around and stare at the tv like dumbasses?" ,, Oneca's Outfit
  8. Oneca chuckled and crossed her arms, eyes still on the fight. "No, Mouse, she ain't cute when she fights. She's fucking hot. Big difference there, but then I don't suppose you'll understand for a few years still. I'll get you one of those Sex for Dummies books for your birthday, m'kay?" ,, The teasing was almost good-natured, at least as close as Oneca's teasing really ever came to good-natured, but then she was a bit bloodthirsty and definitely no doctor. The fight was fun and damn if she wasn't going to enjoy the eye-candy while it lasted. She made a mental note to get Violet something sexy as a thank-you for Caitlain's outfit. ,, She grinned, all teeth and dark amusement. "It'll have whole new ways for you to play 'doctor', little Mouse."
  9. "Good god, Mouse, do you ever unclench? This is a training room. Fighting is what you do. Besides, that," she waved towards the fracas, "is just foreplay, trust me. They're toying with each other and no one's getting more hurt than they can handle." She watched the two for a moment and added, "And it's hot, not that I'd expect you to, y'know, have a libido." ,, "You're getting your ass handed to you by a girl!" she shouted to her boyfriend, always the supportive one in the relationship. He was right, though, Caitlain was all instinct in her fighting and Oneca was pretty sure Warren could take her once he got a feel for her....heh...images far less to do with actual fighting flickered through her mind and her grin became decided lascivious. Now there's a thought....and apparently I likey the girls. Or at least the three-ways. She cleared her throat, cheeks flushed, and tried to remember if she'd said that aloud or not. Mouse wasn't turning into a strawberry and stammering away in mortification, so she figured she'd probably managed to keep it to her inside-her-head voice. ,, "If you can't handle her," she called out again, all sultry teasing, "I'll tap in for you, babe."
  10. Oneca laughed and shook her head at Caitlin. "You're hot, girl, and that accent is....yummy." The dark Bahaar sister let her eyes rove over Caitlin with same lasciviousness that her boyfriend had. "Don't feel ashamed to show it off, or to like the reaction you'll get. It's fun and if someone pisses you off, you can rip their face off from what I've heard." ,, She glanced over to Warren and cocked her head, still talking to Caitlin, "Unless it's my boyfriend. Then you come talk to me, and we can figure out something." There was mostly teasing in her tone, but Caitlin could easily pick up the dark thread of implied threat from the hooded girl. ,, She snorted and pointed at Mouse, "Besides, someone has to make up for that. I mean, I get Barbazilla in the pink, but seriously. At least she won't be hard to find." ,, She moved on from Mouse, her cruelty all the more stinging for how casual it was, and gave Aradia's wardrobe an approving smirk. "So, I'm thinking I should arrange a girl's night out. Ari, Caitlin, me, and bar full of oh, god, I wish! We wouldn't have to buy a single drink, I swear."
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  12. "Dying for something," Oneca huffed back, "doesn't take courage. Just stupidity. Anyone tells you otherwise either needs meds or is selling shit." She shrugged, not caring that the blind man couldn't see it and added, "But whatever. I have my reasons for being here, just like everyone else. Just 'cause it ain't all sunshine out my ass and American apple pie doesn't mean I won't throw down with the team, alright?" ,, And that was as much ground as she was willing to give on the matter, at least for now. She headed out to where everyone was cooing over their lockers and super-spandex; her own locker was clearly and simply marked - Oneca Bahaar. She opened the door, expecting some sort of suit like the others had; instead there was an intricate silver armband laying on the upper shelf along with a folded card. She plucked up the card first and opened it, revealing elegant cursive writing: ,, Make the most of it, my dear. You will need it. ,, "Creepy and cryptic," she muttered herself. "Wonderful. Must be our new master, Man In White." She tossed the card back on the shelf and carefully pulled out the armband. It seemed to melt at her touch, warming to body temperature as it began flowing over her skin. Her tattoo rustled uneasily as the silver spread over her; the movement seemed to attract whatever the substance was until the silver was covering just the dark pattern, moving as it did. ,, The goth girl smiled in spite of herself, watching it wriggle on her arm. "Cool...." she murmured approvingly.
  13. Oneca had stayed quiet and fairly sullen through the break, trying to figure out a way to make Warren see reason and walk away from the large 'oh, please kill me for being stupid' target acting like some comic book hero for Drumm would paint on him. Every time she thought up something to say, her mind rolled back over what he'd said, and she would slump a little bit more on the bench next to the basket ball court. When time was up and everyone went back inside, she followed, quiet and spiraling back into that dark place she hidden in after her sister's death. ,, Drumm was talking again, and then Hunt - their mysterious benefactor revealing himself to be like some KFC commercial but without any secret spices recipe to go with. And Sonja, too, she added bitterly to the projected body count as she mostly ignored the babble around her. She isn't going to just jump into this with her eyes shut, she's going to stick her fingers in her ears and yell "La la la!" the entire time, because that's what heroes do. They were both going to get themselves killed and Professor Prophecy, with his Southern accent and "Ain't I such a white hat, I got a whole white suit", probably already knew how and when. ,, So, you're just gonna stand around and watch it happen? Like with Saja? Her jaw tightened at the thought and her tattoo slithered at sharp angles across her skin. What's the point in surviving if you're the only one left? ,, If Oneca said half the things she thought, she'd've been in a lot deeper therapy than Caitlin before anyone let her around other people. She squared her shoulders under her cloak and made her decision on the ride down the elevator, even managing to follow Violet's tease while Warren played with the new toys their 'benevolent protectors' were providing them with. To, y'know, go blow shit up and pick fights with other mutants. And people say we kids don't have good role models anymore. The snark actually managed to pull a smirk onto her lips. ,, Well, dance with the devil and you're gonna burn, one way or 'nother. Might as well take as many bastards with me as I can before I go. ,, Oneca had just made her way back into the room where everyone had gathered, completely missing Morri's request and Warren's retort. She leaned against the doorway, her cloak pushed back and her arms crossed under her corseted breasts. "So, I figure if you're gonna have us out running around like Mutant Special Forces, we at least get to be treated like adults down here. No stupid curfews or bedtimes....none of your business in our bedrooms at all, for that matter." Her smirk was sharp, the first test of their new boundaries. "So long as we play nice and get good grades upstairs, right?"
  14. Oneca recoiled as if Warren had slapped her with his words. He'd been through so much worse than she had - he was supposed to understand. The world sucked and most of the people in it sucked more. She'd learned the first lesson when Saja died and the second one everywhere from history class to clubs filled with assholes that wouldn't just let her dance and enjoy the night. She'd centered her entire world around hating pretty much everyone and now one of the very few she didn't lump into the "sheeple" category had gone and drunk the kool-aid. He was supposed to be on her side. ,, She blinked back tears, crossing her arms defensively in front of her and turning away from the rest of the group to hide her shock and the swell of confusion and conflicting emotions that came quickly on the heels of it. She barely registered that the others were still talking or Morri and Curtis' exits from the room. Anger had always been her refuge from confusion or pain, but she didn't want to be angry at him. To yell at him and say things she shouldn't. He wasn't like the rest of her family. They had to love her. They had to be there, even when she was being bitch. Warren didn't. He could just...leave. She glanced over to him, averting her eyes before his could catch hers. ,, The things he'd said, about wanting his mother to be proud of him, she didn't have any way to counter that. Who could compete against the memory of a dead mother? He was going to get himself killed trying to save people that didn't give a shit about him. To make his mother proud. She was going to lose him either way. The room was suddenly too hot and her corset felt like it was cinched two inches too tight. She couldn't catch her breath and everything was starting to spin. She slumped against the wall and let herself slide down to the floor, pulling up the hood of her cloak to keep her face hidden from the others. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling the rest of her cloak around her. It wasn't really armor and it couldn't make the stupid things about the world disappear, but she could pretend.
  15. "Are you kidding me?" Incredulity actually managed to scrub all sarcasm from Oneca's voice. "They're not going to see a difference between one group of muties or another. They'll just call it mutant gang warfare or vigilantism. They. Made. Giant. Killer. Robots. To Hunt. Us. Down." ,, She glanced at Sonja, her jaw and fists tightening. "They don't even care if they kill the peons on that this point, if it means getting to us. And the sheeple are just as afraid us as the politicians and priests. Hell, they're still killing each other over skin color or dribble in different books. And you want us to stick our necks out for these people?" ,, "They'll never trust us," her tattoo had darkened and was slithering angrily over the left side of her face. "We can do things they'll never be able to. Just by existing, we change everything. We mean that everything is changing. And you think running around and fighting with the other new kids on the block is going to make them happy about that?" She stood up, stepping next to Morri. "I'm with her. I'll save other mutants, but I'm not going to put my life on the line for some norm that would just as well see me dissected in a lab or hung for public amusement because I'm not like them." ,, "Keep your blinders on if you want, Sunshine," she crossed her arms, "but it just means you won't see the bullet that kills you."
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