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Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Twitch smiles, remembering the first time she discovered her powers. The fun, mischief, and general shenanigans she took part of. Her nose began to twitch as she smelled the smoky scent of several folks being rushed to the ER. She took a quick glance, before turning back to the fan.

"Not really visiting someone, just helping out someone I know. But an invisible empath? You'd do great for recon. Train up, stay alive, and next time I might be the one who's excited to meet you."

She gives him a wink, manifests her LOL insignia with the star eyes and stuck out tongue, shoots it to him so it bursts in a shower of small hard-light coins (paying homage to a certain plumber) and waves goodbye.

She double checks to make sure her camera equipment is put away. While a glory hog, she was never one to capitalize on other's misfortune. She approaches the heroes.

"O, A-team. What happened?"


Human-ish Level i^64 game master l Team (H): 3, Team(P):2

Manifest

Rozalin and Siphon walk into your room. Rozalin seems stunned, but you know the flood is coming. what do you do?

Siphon

You and Rozalin walk into manifests room. Rozalin seems stunned, but you know the flood is coming. what do you do?

Twitch

Manifest and The Kilt fought a cyborg. Manifest set the house, and several others, on fire. Dante says Manifest is just burn and bruised, but Kilt might be out or a while... brute 5, blaster 4 against a brute 0.

Poor choice for both of them. Walpurgis says, his voice almost a whisper not enough control, or defense.


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Siphon slinks into the room and finds a clear spot of wall to lean against. She folds her arms with an intentional air of detachment as she tosses her hair with a shake of her head.

"Wow. You look like crap," she says with just a hint of a smile.


The Doomed

Amir fills out the page handed to him.


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

"Hmm? Oh! Well, the further we got from the apartment, the less we found about her. Like, where he said she worked? They had been understaffed all week, and there was a blank row in the schedule. Their his neighbors said his apartment was notorious for noise, but they figured he just had lots of girls over. Why girls? The hospital, where he got the transplant, had records of his surgery, but no record of where the kidney came from. Salvo and the guy had them take a tissue sample, because we got this article from the library on some cutting edge science called DNA fingerprinting. We take the stuff to Mark, this rich kid I knew, and they set up a science lab. When they did the fingerprinting, it lead us right to the culprit." The story stops, again.


Human-ish Level i^64 game master l Team (H): 3, Team(P):2

Amir

About ten minutes after you finish the sheet, you get another text from Saira Have you eaten yet?

Moxy

Okay, you have me hooked. What are you gonna make me do to get the thrilling conclusion of this tale? Neil says, making puppy-dog eyes.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

Siegfried does his best to cover up. It wasn't as if Rozalin hadn't seen the crap he was covered with before, sure. It'd be strange if she hadn't, given they'd spent so much time working on how his abilities worked together. Siphon, though...
He just wasn't comfortable with people knowing about it. It was way, way too much of an identifying feature. And they weren't familiar enough with one another yet for her to be an exception to that.

"You just had to say that, didn't you..." He focuses on Rozalin, looking nervous. What...what had she heard? How much must she have...no, how much was she worrying right now?
He'd f!!@ed up. It was written on her face, in the clearest terms. He'd screwed up badly enough that her sister was like this, and undoubtedly caused untold suffering for others as well. There was no way this wasn't bad.
His face contorts into a pained grimace as his stomach starts to churn. The whole point of this was not worrying her. Instead, he'd found a whole other way to do that. Again.
"...sorry, Sis. I'm...I'm sorry." There's no emotion in his voice. He just sounds distant.


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Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

It was kind of funny seeing Manifest trying to cover up, as if Siphon hadn't seen guys with tats before. She only caught a glimpse but they didn't look half bad; she wasn't exactly sure why he'd be so self conscious about them.

His immediate focus on his sister made it clear. Oh. Maybe Roz wasn't supportive of his ink, she guessed. But then he starts apologizing profusely to her.

Huh? Why was he apologizing for getting put into the hospital? She figured he was doing the usual heroic thing, he must have just bitten off more than he could chew.

"Okay, I don't get it. Why are you apologizing? Isn't that why you go out and wander the streets, to find and fight bad guys? So what if you got your ass handed to you this time? Why would you want to apologize for that? Isn't that what heroes do?"

A very aggressive attempt to comfort: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 And not very effective. Marking potential.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

"...and you think that makes it easier for her?" Siegfried turns a blank gaze to Siphon. "Do you think that just because of what they do, it gets any less awful to hear that someone you care for has ended up in here? Especially when..." He shakes his head. "You don't need to hear about that."

"She worries about me. Not for lack of reason, either. This might be better than the alternative...but that doesn't make this good either."
Siegfried's gaze wanders. "...can we not talk heroes in public? I don't broadcast my identity for a reason."


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Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Siphon's head snaps between Siegfried and Rozalin, looking between the two of them. After a moment where she seems ready to leave, she turns back and grabs the privacy curtain and pulls it around his bed.

"Better? 'Cause I gotta ask you something." She stands over him, leaning over so she can speak at a low volume. "I pick up... flashes of someone's memories and emotions when I drain them. And I've drained a lot of people over the years. It's how I survive. And I can't tell you how many heroes all have this same deal. 'My powers are such a burden,' or, 'why am I doing this when the rest of my life is falling apart,' or, 'my loved ones can't know because they won't understand.' I gotta ask: what the hell? Do you really want to be normal? One of the millions of mundanes that just go through their lives wishing for some kind of meaning or purpose? They dream for this kind of life!"

She stands back up straight and folds her arms again, looking disappointed. "Take some effing joy in your life, hero."

Comfort (one more time): 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6
So close!


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Twitch, tries to hide the fact that she's a bit surprised to find out what her team had gotten into while she had been away.

"Where's my team?" she asks, a bit more concern in her voice than she'd like.


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

Moxie blinks. "What tale was that? Look, Rook, I gotta jet. My team was supposed to be here, like, yesterday, and I'm getting kinda worried. I've got your number, though, so count on hearing from me again." She stands from the booth.


The Doomed

Amir texts back, "Not yet."


Human-ish Level i^64 game master l Team (H): 3, Team(P):2

Siphon and Manifest

Manifest, Mark xp if you provoke Siphon to foolish action, or take advantage of your influence to hurt her somehow.

Moxy

what the... the one you were- Bye Rook says, caught off-guard for the first time. where do you go?

Amir

forgot she was in Pakistan... the little "Come on over" thing isn't gonna work. glad I double checked. retconning that to be Gabby.

Well, dads making Channa Pindi. you should come. I vaguely remember that being Pakistani... Sorry if I got it wrong


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

Moxie heads to a roof. She figures Manifest would be the easiest to track. There should be something on fire, or lights flashing somewhere nearby.

Assess the Situation: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (4, 4) - 1 = 7
What here can I use to find the others?


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Not getting answers, Yuna opts to be more helpful and starts constructing light constructs to help splint limbs and stabilize spines.

Thankfully, her hands can stay free for some quick texting.

Team? Where is everyone? Hospital is being swamped by patients.

It should also be stated that Yu Na hates poor spelling and grammer.


Human-ish Level i^64 game master l Team (H): 3, Team(P):2

Moxy

Getting up high, you see a neighborhood on fire, fire trucks all over it, a stream of ambulances going to and from it... Either Dante has gone off the deep end in the past half hour, or Manifest lost control in a bad way.

Yuna

[ooc]Tell me you're reading Ward[/b]

Columbia waits a moment, before saying Siphon and Manifest are in there She gestures to a room nearby, with the curtain drawn shut, and a cape guarding the door.

But The Kilt is in the ICU. Both of them engaged a powerful Electrokinetic while wielding meter long lightening rods. Fulcrum says. Columbia glowers at him, and he adopts a more genuine expression. Manifest's weapon had preternatural properties, Kilt's didn't, and he suffered heart and nerve damage, among other things. we don't know if he'll recover.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

I really want to provoke Siphon to do something stupid.
I don't have any bright ideas.
Anyone else?


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

I approve this plan. Not sure what, though. Dress as a candystriper and sing to the kids in the pediatrics ward?


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

I have to get settled for the upcoming semester. If I start reading Ward now, I'm not sure I could pace myself.

Yu Na held back a swear. The Kilt was in critical condition? That was....unexpected. It seemed like nothing could hold that stubborn mule back...

She approached the room indicated by Columbia, and opened the door, stepping inside.

"Guys! Are you o-"

She stops, seeing the tense situation in the room.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

I think I found a bad idea. I'm not sure why this wasn't an obvious option before now.

Siegfried shrinks back a little, initially, before giving Siphon a flat look as she actually delivers her schpiel.

"Don't put words in my mouth." At this moment, Siegfried looks tired, and exasperated. "I never asked to be normal. On the off chance there's someone out there. listening for the moment to grant such a wish, I'm never going to ask to have ever been normal either. That would be a death sentence."

It's clear he's uncomfortable with the situation Siphon has created, but he continues. "There's a lot I could say. I'll just go with this." He holds his arm out towards Siphon. "If you're so certain about everything you're saying, why not find out? Get enough to last you a night, and see how it goes." There's a strangely challenging look in his eye. "Just don't forget to tell me whose nightmares you end up having when you wake up. I can't test how that bit works myself."

Provoke: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (3, 4) - 1 = 6
Really? Well, there's team in the pool. Time to use it irresponsibly.

He waves his arm about a little. "Go on. It's just draining another joyless 'hero' - nothing you aren't used to doing regularly, and certainly not worth caring about. I'm even letting you."
If that's not insulting enough, I'll find something else.
Selfish team use - change the roll to Freak so that's a 9, and move the Saviour point to Superior if I also need to make a shift.
Going to say add a team to the pool if you do it.

Let me know if I'll need to go with something else for XP purposes. I'll react to Yu Na once I know what's happening here.


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

Moxie takes it slow, casual. No sense in dropping in from the sky as one of the last people seen with Manifest. "Someone needs to help that one put a lid on it." It could be something else. Hell, it could be a regular fire, but Moxie doubted it seriously.

When she turns a corner into an alleyway, she takes a second to perform her favorite trick: pulling her tailcoat inside out, hopping into the jeans tucked inside, and effectively returning to her civilian appearance before walking out onto the street where the fire was burning.


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Awesome move, Manifest (though I don't know how I'll be able to pull it off with your sister present. She might go all, "momma bear" on me). If I go through with this, I'm going to need some guidance about what Siphon will see, and maybe a little background -- like, where do you envision his ability comes from, and what are the source of his nightmares?

Siphon lets out a sharp laugh. "You really do have a death wish, don't you? Fine, you're already in the hospital, right? What's another two or three days here?"

She steps forward and holds her hand out. Siphon's already black eyes become stygian pits of darkness as her power is unleashed. She moves closer...

Going to see if Roz decides to intervene (unless Elsine decides she stepped out for a moment).


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

Didn't you draw the curtain? I didn't figure Rozalin or anyone would see.

I'll deliver on whatever it turns out I need to, as long as I know what I'm going for. There's already details in my sweary-as-hell backstory thing I can pull from and expand on, and other stuff I could explain about if asked. Just ask.
Have to think about the nightmares. If it's just why the're a thing in the first place, it's due to powers. Established that back when we were getting our first questions and setting things up. But apart from that, I don't have details locked down. I just imagined this wonderful highlight reel of all his worst screw-ups and most traumatising moments, each one linked to a different thing he's called up - hence the comments on whose nightmares Siphon ends up having.

I might want a little clarification on what you mean when you ask where I envision his abilities come from, but if you're on about the 'is the whole magic thing real' bit, I fully intend to stick to all the Hogwarts stuff I've thrown out for Siegfried. Honestly, I'd delight in Siphon suddenly being able to see crazy beings from beyond the far that happen to be in the area. Like those two invisible things he keeps talking to which he uses for teleportation and nuking things! I'm sure they'll love her!


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Even if she was outside the curtain, I figure Roz'd be able to hear the conversation. That's what I meant. But if you want to say she stepped out to get a drink or something, that's fine by me.

Just a quick sip. Nothing that will last long -- for him or me. He's the idiot that offered himself up, not me. Here I am trying to help the guy. Oh, well, she thinks before she lightly touches Manifest's outstretched arm. The contact is brief; probably the shortest amount of time she's ever held the connection.

But she'd rarely felt that kind of power.

She steps back with a gasp as her eyes go wide. The whites of her eyes finally visible again. A slow smile spreads on her face. "That's incredible. What are you--?" she pauses as she catches a fleeting glimpse of strange entities swirling around Manifest -- and they seem aware of her.

"Oh, nice! Are these your magic guys? The ones who do your bidding?" she asks, then looks at the nearly passed out form of Manifest. "Oh."


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

So there's a curtain? Hmm...I established I sensed a tension already. I'll make it work.

Maybe it was Manifest's magics, but even before tossing aside the curtain Yu Na could feel the uncomfortable tension. And all that was before she saw what could only be described as what the tabloids would pay thousands for. A pair of powerful young teens in the throes of a powerful argument, or something. Honestly, the smile on Siphon's face was a bit creepy, but it was aimed at Manifest so....

"I have no idea what's going on, but if you two get into a knockout brawl I don't think I could stop either of you..." Yu Na states, a confused look on her face.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

Not sure how much info to give you, Siphon. I'll be sticking to the new sights, for the moment.
That, and how he responds to Twitch. He's going to love being recognised with his mask off.

Siphon:
So these are the things he's been talking to.

Coiled up in the room is a large being well befitting the description of a demon, with four arms, tattered wings, and a long tail with spines either side. Apart from that though, it appears hazy and unclear to your eye, a static-y yellow filter seeming to obscure many of the finer details of its appearance from your eyes. You get the sense that the size it is now isn't quite how big it is normally.
It also doesn't seem fond of you right right now.

The other seems quite plain, in and of itself. It has beautiful wings and a strange construction of unknown metal that winds around its left arm, but otherwise, it appears as if a human form was wiped of its features and tinted a light blue.
The strange thing is that it doesn't quite appear to be there. Or...maybe that you never see it move. When it leaves your vision, even for a moment, it's not strange to see it in a completely different place to before when you look about again. Sometimes at a completely different scale, too. Like it's not really anchored to any physical space in the manner you've come to expect.
It doesn't seem to be paying much attention to you, focusing more on Siegfried and the other being in the room.

Siegfried himself doesn't look different, except for the tattoos. Each of them are a part of a kaleidoscope of colours, every one with a different look and feel. Some have a soft glow, lightly illuminating his skin. Some seem to be inked from light or fire, their lines tightly constrained despite the way the tattoos themselves seem to beam out or burn. Some ripple, or cast fog or smoke.
They definitely don't look like normal ink, in any case.

A variety of other little sprites and strange creatures float, climb, run, and crawl around the room, each with a differing level of respect for what's physical and what isn't.

Siegfried has to catch himself in order not to fall over, seeming very much out of it. "Don't...it doesn't work like..." He wobbles a little, before setting himself down. "I...I see what you meant. That...enough for a night?"

At the sudden appearance of Yu Na, he starts to panic. The tattoos across his skin start to light up in a shade of blue as he tries to muster the energy to quickly get out of here, not wanting to be caught by anyone else unmasked as it became clear his identity was known.
They fluctuate a while before dimming down again. He can't muster the concentration.

Siphon:
During Siegfried's attempts to get away, the variety of marks on his skin to fluctuate wildly, amplifying their strange properties. One rather large one on his shoulder becomes distinctly prominent, rippling ink that wavers and seems to move despite the fact it's going nowhere. It draws the attention of both the beings by his side.

He groans as he at least tries to get up a mask. "F#@#...! Why are you here? How do you know?"


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

"I'm not blind Manifest." Yu Na states flatly. "A little entitled and maybe glitzy, but it doesn't take much to realize that when Columbia tells me Siphon and Manifest are in this room..."

She lets the thought play out.

"It's not that big of a deal, is it? I mean, you don't look half bad with your mask off."

Her words weren't meant to be callous or unthoughtful, in her mind the worst she was being practical.

"Have you guys seen The Kilt? I heard he's not doing well."


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

It wasn't working. He was sure he still had the power to do something, but Siphon had done a number on his energy, and that was making it distinctly difficult to actually use those powers. It was...probably going to cause problems with dressing himself until he got himself together, too.
And then..."Oh, no..." Siegfried grimaces. "Twitch, this...this isn't about how I look." He shook his head slowly. "I just don't want things...following me home. When I'm not doing that stuff. I'm not as popular as you are."

His eyes widen as Kilt's state comes up, and he tries to sit up, seeming to get a sudden burst of energy. "What? What happened to him?"


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Siphon is staring wide-eyed at all the strange beings flitting in and out of her awareness. She bats at a couple that get too close to her head, but she doesn't appear afraid -- just mesmerized. She hardly seems aware that Twitch had arrived until Manifest just about had a panic attack.

She turns to look at him, her eyes brimming with power. "Is she bothering you? You want me to make her leave? Or maybe forget she ever saw you?"

She steps back and shakes her head, the energy lessening slightly. "Wait, that's a little extreme." She staggers back, putting a hand to her temple. "Sorry, this power is... intoxicating. Maybe I can use it to help Kilt. Which one of you can heal?" She looks around at all the entities swirling about.


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

And I thought I was out of the loop

"Kilt's in the ICU. It's bad. Never thought someone could take out that stubborn ass, but....well..."

She shifts uncomfortably, brushing her hair behind her ear. And then Siphon's words hit her ears.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I hear right? You want to mind wammy me? What the f*+*!?"

Siphon had always been an interesting character, and Twitch hadn't really considered her much past the view numbers she could draw while she was filming. But memory alteration? Even after she's come back to her senses, Twitch didn't like the sound of two magically enhanced teens with eyes on her.

"Look," Twitch states harshly, throwing open the door, "clearly you guys are fine on your own. I'm going to get out of here. I have some extra cash from my viewership, it should cover your medical stay. Get treated, get rested, and I'll come back when we aren't pointing mind-jammers at teammates, okay?"

Classic Twitch. Throw money at the problem, should probably fix it.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

The news is chilling to Siegfried. When did...? Did Kilt show up after he blacked out? What happened?
Siphon's behaviour though, is positively terrifying.
"Siphon. Don't. Don't try anything." He shakes his head. "None of these can do anything. Also...you can't make them do anything anyway." He manages to sit up again. "You can get them over, but anything else needs you to get on their good side. I'm not sure how easily you can do that."
"Also..." He gestures towards the marks on his skin. "If you do make it work, you'll probably get one of these, too. And they don't go away."
Don't. Please don't.

Siegfried fails to react as Twitch makes her exit, any words sticking in his throat. In the end, he's left looking between Siphon and Rozalin.
He swallows, feeling both awkward and uncomfortable. "...would you mind...? I...I still need to get dressed."


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

The fire lead Moxie to the hospital. Maybe someone who was there would know where Mr. Mayhem went. If not, it was getting late, and she needed to find someplace to sleep that maybe wasn't someplace the Mime knew too.


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

"Mox? That you?"

Twitch had parked herself in the waiting room, laptop on her lap as her legs were folded criss-cross. To one side was a snoring older woman, to the other side a small mound of sodas, chips, and a small backpack.

She nudges her head to the hallway.

"Manifest and Siphon are having a magic playdate in their room. The Kilt is in the ICU, main reason why I haven't left yet. Don't tell Siphon that. I'm not sure if she was serious about wanting to give me a mind whammy."


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Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Somehow, Manifest's plea penetrates the intoxicating haze surrounding Siphon. She stumbles out of the mage's room, feeling a little guilty that she ran Twitch out so quickly. She hadn't been serious (she thinks), but every time she stole someone's powers, she simply had to take it for a test run.

She almosts trips over an empty wheelchair near the nurse's station, then backs away when the hospital staff begin looking her way with concerned faces.

"Hey, no, wait. Nothing wrong here," she holds up her hands, trying to get a grip on herself while simultaneously waving off the nurses.

She spins to look at one of the entities still hovering near her. "All right, get me out of here -- and no tats! I'm not eighteen yet."

Unleash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 1 = 6

She looks around at the unchanged surroundings of the hospital. "Dammit!"


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

I am having rather too much fun imagining what Siphon's dealing with.

Siegfried sighs as Siphon leaves. "Sorry...one moment, Sis." He focuses again, something smaller, and is relieved to find he's able to get a local sprite to handle the curtain for him. He has his privacy, and it shows him he's able to manage something with his powers at the moment.
He manages to slowly prop himself up, but doesn't feel confident on his legs quite yet. He looks over to one side, and then the other, thankful that the curtain is up as he gives a conspiratorial nod each time. His tattoos light up soft as he carefully focuses. "I need a little something. I'd appreciate it right now."

Belong in Two Worlds: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6
Welp, I did it too. At least I get one hold - which I'm spending right away to clear Guilty.

He reaches out, and a bottle of something that appears like boiling tar appears in his hand. His head shifts over to his left. "Yeah, I know...nothing comes free." He opens the bottle, and downs the contents.
The demonic brew may have tasted foul, but it didn't half have a fire to it. He felt a burning in his veins, like his very being was infused with the scorching pyre, burning away his fatigue and severing him from some of the feelings of responsibility that such beings were oft divorced from.
The bottle turns into fading ash as the effects rush through his body, and he relaxes slightly as the familiar feeling overtakes him. No longer feeling so drained, he stands, and sets about getting back in his own clothes. "Thanks."


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Yu Na pulls out her phone and goes through her favorites for what must have been the 15th time since she arrived at the hospital. Her knees bounced in place, as her slouched hunched deeper and deeper.

She opens her contacts, and texts Amir.

Hey, everyone's at the hospital. Where are you? I need to blow off some steam and everyone else is a bit...heated at the moment.

Good ol' Amir. Surely he'd save her from this boredom.


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

Moxie raises her hands in presentation to a nonexistent audience. "Lady's and gentlemen, the great disappearing Twitch!" She laughs and skips her way to Twitch's side. "I'll bet Manifest's here. Spotted a fire a few blocks away. What's been going on, nobody showed at the diner."


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Yu Na raises her eyebrows, as Miss Moxie closes the distance.

"You really don't know? And I thought I was out of the loop..."

With that, Yu Na fills Moxie in on what she's aware of, mainly: she reiterates that Siphon is being weirdly aggressive, Manifest is having a freakout, Kilt's in the ICU, and she has no idea where Amir is.

"While I was trying to get a hold of our public image, everyone apparently went wild. And that-" she nudges her head over to the still large amount patients, "is part of the result.."


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Siphon slips around from the hallway to escape the nurses who view her behavior as erratic, nearly bumping into Twitch and Moxie.

"Oh, hey," she says after taking a moment to make sure they're both real. She juts a thumb back in the direction of Manifest's room. "That boy has issues. And his peeps won't do what I tell them."

She tries to shoo something invisible away from her backside. "And that one won't stop staring at my ass."

"Whatev. Can we get out of here? I stay here any longer and they'll check me into the psych ward."


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

Siphon:
One of the creatures, some goblin-looking thing in a red hat, clambers up to the top of Moxie's head as if she was some kind of statue. It grins at you with far more teeth than its head should be able to accommodate, before jumping down again and heading somewhere else at an obscene speed.

It's not clear what that meant, if it meant anything at all.


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

Yu Na gives Siphon a look over. She sighs and puts away her phone, stands up, and streches.

"Alrighty," she exclaims, deciding Siphon wasn't going to make good on her word. "I could use some food. It's been ages. I'm planning on waiting at the hospital to see how The Kilt does, but I don't want to starve death doing it. There's a Pho place nearby, family owned and extra large servings. You guys in?"


Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

Siphon's eyes dart around, following the movements of unseen creatures. She blinks into focus for a moment to shake her head. "I already ate. Have you seen Amir? I think I just wore out my welcome with Manifest, so I need to see if he's willing to let me crash at his place."


The Doomed

Condition(s): None

<3

Just as Amir is about to respond to Gabby's text, he gets a new message from Twitch. Amir finishes his business with Ms. Alexandra Boucher, thanking her for the opportunity, before moving away and responding.

Twitch: Hey, everyone's at the hospital. Where are you? I need to blow off some steam and everyone else is a bit...heated at the moment.
Amir: I was helping someone, shouldn't be too far from you. And wow, you have no idea, Manifest and Kilt were practically screaming at me earlier :( I'd be happy to meet up.

Mounting his rather large pile of sand, Amir starts off towards the hospital. This time he doesn't take the bike lane. 'Driving' his sand wave like a motorcycle, he darts between traffic. After just a short while, Amir finds that he's closer to the hospital than he thinks.

When Amir arrives, his sand crashes on the sidewalk like a ocean wave on the beach, which he nonchalantly steps out of, as if he had merely hopped onto the pavement. Amir is able to quickly spot Siphon and Twitch, who he approaches with a smile. It was nice to see them, even if they were all together just this morning.

"Hi, Siphon," starts Amir, just a little bit shy. "Hi, Twitch. What's going on?"

Influences/Labels/Doom:

The Doomed has Influence over...
Siphon (Character Creation)

The Doomed labels themselves as...
Danger : +2
Freak : +0
Savior : +0
Superior : +0
Mundane : +1

The Doomed is running out of time...
Potential: 3/5
Doom Track: 1/5
Doomsigns: 1/6
- 1. Bolstered


Female Innocent: ○○○○○   Danger:+2   Freak:-1   Savior:±0   Superior:-1   Mundane:+3   Guilty

Moxie sidles over in street clothes that are not exactly inconspicuous. She positions herself to one side of the plane of conversation formed between Amir and Twitch. "Hey there Amir! I totally won the race, making me leader, and Manifest blew up some more of Panurgic. Siphon poked him, so maybe they're each, like, half the catastrophe in hot pants Manifest has been tonight? Anyway, Twitch is hungry, and I think you owe her a meal. You know, loser pays? You wanna head over? She wants pho, which apparently isn't something my ma made up. Still totally prefer burgers, though."


Human-ish Level i^64 game master l Team (H): 3, Team(P):2

Jesus H Christ, you guys really picked up. My B. Pretty sure I owe Siphon a couple misses, so I'll advance some Behind-the-Scenes stuff. and Manifest, at some point in the near future.

Amir (& Moxy, Twitch, and Siphon)

As you catch up with the others, Columbia comes over to stand beside you. she stands almost 6 feet in her red, white and blue body armour. Good to see you, Amir. How is your father doing? Is he enjoying his retirement?


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Dodge 6, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 6, Will 4
Mimic:
Variable 6 (Linked; Limited: Touch Range)

"Heeey," Siphon slurs a little bit drunkenly when she sees Amir. She begins to bat her eyes at him, but is distracted by an invisible imp that she tries unsuccessfully to shoo away.

"Sorry, hang on," she throws up a finger, then turns angrily at the unseen phantom. "If you're not going to do anything useful, then just get out of here!"

Then she looks up at the towering armored hero. "Oh! -- I wasn't talking to you." She smiles weakly at Columbia.


Male Nova | Danger 1 | Freak 3 | Saviour 1 | Superior 0 | Mundane -2 | Angry, Afraid, Guilty, Insecure | Burn: 0 | Two Worlds: 0 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●●○ | 1 Advancement

I await the uncomfortable demand that shall be made of me.

Siegfried double-checked everything was covered up. He wore plain black trousers, a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, and a blue flannel shirt over that for good measure. After adjusting the collar a bit more, he finally opened the curtain again and looked at Rozalin. "...let's go, Sis."

Fighting the temptation to try and warp straight home again, Siegfried started making his way out with Rozalin, keeping an eye out in the hopes of being able to avoid Columbia's attention. He wanted to see how Shawn was doing, but...he didn't think he could manage it, right now.


Female Star | Danger 0 | Freak +1 | Saviour +1 | Superior +2 | Mundane -2 | ○●Potential●○ --- ●●●○

"It's been a long night. You know Kilt's in the ICU right? And Manifest is being checked out by a doctor?"

Twitch takes the time to fill Amir. He was the most grounded of the group, but sometimes that meant he was gone for something almost as much as Twitch was when her streams called her.


The Doomed

Condition(s): None

((Gonna answer in order of: Twitch > Siphon > Moxie > Columbia))

Amir tries to make sense of Twitch's 'fill in'. The last time he had seen Kilt and Manifest, they were arguing with him. Amir had, admittedly, touched upon a sore subject with them. They had called Amir to help with some kind of investigation, but after all that, well, Amir decided to split.

"Wow. That's um.. a lot."

He wasn't sure whether he should feel responsible. Maybe he avoided a hospital stay himself by not being with them, and maybe it was more important to sign up for that thing (he never got the name of that neo-abled supporting organization) but the fact remained that people got hurt in his absence. A sense of responsibility, duty, and guilt washed over him. Amir had just been a fan of superheroes, and he thought he knew what being a 'super' meant, but after this morning's hero moment with the rest of the 'Team', and now this, he wasn't so sure.

"A-are they going to be okay?"

While Twitch and Amir talk, Siphon, Moxie, and Columbia join in. Siphon greets him, and Moxie sidles up besides him and Twitch before talking a mile a minute. Columbia helpfully waits for Amir to say hello to his friends before stepping in herself.

"Hi, Siphon," repeats Amir, again shyly, while offering a little wave. He's a little surprised when Siphon turns to yell at thin air, but thankfully Moxie jumps in before he can ask the obvious question. "So she siphoned Manifest's powers..?", he replies, trailing off

Amir thinks hard, trying to remember details about Manifest's relatively unknown powerset. He had contributed to a few fan speculations and theory discussions himself, formed from careful scanning of videos, pictures and articles featuring the 'Maker Mage'. One notable theory claimed that his powers were basically the super equivalent of reaching into a mixed bag and pulling out whatever, only, "the bag has an angry cat in it, like a lot of angry cats". If that was the case, it certainly explained–somewhat–all the damage Manifest seemed to cause.

The Silokinetic is jerked back to reality when Moxie mentions that he owes the group dinner. It seemed hardly fair, but sure, why not. What's the point of having a job if you can't treat people every once in a while? Nothing screamed 'I'm an Adult!' like volunteering to foot the bill. Amir flashes her an amused smirk, his mood improved.

"Ok, first of all, I didn't even know there was a race. I practically turned around and everyone had just disappeared; I had to look up Twitch's stream to figure out what was going on. So I call false start. We're going to need a redo." He grins. "But sure, lets get Pho. I'll buy."

'Tall, Dark, and Patriotic' steps in. Amir awkwardly extends his hand for a handshake, in awe that the real, live Columbia is standing before him. She was famous, to say the least.

"How do you know my dad?", asks Amir, his eyes almost sparkling with hero worship.

Influences/Labels/Doom:

The Doomed has Influence over...
Siphon (Character Creation)

The Doomed labels themselves as...
Danger : +2
Freak : +0
Savior : +0
Superior : +0
Mundane : +1

The Doomed is running out of time...
Potential: 3/5
Doom Track: 1/5
Doomsigns: 1/6
- 1. Bolstered

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