Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent.   Posted by Retro DM.Group: 0
July Coates
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Fri 12 Apr 2019
at 05:27
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Whitney's offer was generous, and she knew it was the sensible choice. Definitely the safest, fastest option home. They could talk over what had just happened to all of them and maybe make some sense of things. Maybe even start a plan. July glanced to Garrett and found herself shaking her head no.

"Thanks, Whitney, that's really kind of you," July's arms tightened beneath her chest, and her smile was a touch strained. "But I just...need to walk. Clear my head a bit."
Jason Drake
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Fri 12 Apr 2019
at 15:57
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Jason considered the options for a moment. He didn’t want to leave anyone too unprotected, given what had just happened. If Woolsworth was coming to pick up Malun and Whitney, they’d be just fine. Garret and July weren’t too far from his own house.

“I’ll walk with July and Garret. Safety in numbers. I’m definitely on board with meeting up at your place, Malun. We should get together there tonight if possible. It’s a weekend night, my folks should be fine with it.”
Retro DM
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Fri 12 Apr 2019
at 20:52
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With the police very occupied, it was easy enough to get back to the main road without them noticing. Walking down the block with three giant teeth in tow was odd, but the kids weren’t bothered by any passerby, just given a few strange looks and head shakes.

The five found the payphone, and made their calls. July’s parents were worried, but relieved to hear from her. Garret’s mom wasn’t home. Jason’s mom was home, and slightly less worried than July’s folks, but took a longer time on the phone with her son (who was visibly eager to get off the phone). Malun’s father answered, and seemed to take the news as well as she assumed he would, but warned about sharing too much on an unsecured line. Lastly, Whitney called up Woolsworth, who said he would arrive post haste.  And so, they waited . It only took about 25 minutes for Woolsworth to pull up in a short limousine. He parked and stepped out, looking dapper as ever in his butler’s uniform, facial hair well trimmed and kept, short hair hidden under a black cap. He observed the teens, nodding politely.

“Young Master Whitney, Ms Lunesby, Ms Coates, Mr Blake, Mr Drake. I trust all is well?” he said, giving a side stare to the trophies that Whitney carried.

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Whitney Zabka-Cabot
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 I will not bow
 I will not break
Fri 12 Apr 2019
at 21:32
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The sight of the austere butler was a relief. Whitney let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Woolsworth was a piece of home. The trim man eyed his unusual bounty, an understandable thing to question. Three large fangs wasn't something his charge carried around every day.

"It is now, Woolsworth. Thank you for your timely arrival. I have quite a story for you." Whitney nodded to the young girl, "We shall also be providing transport for Ms. Lunesby. Jason, you can set down the bag now."

"If any of you feel like changing your mind about walking home, the invitation is still open." He said this turning to the group. It had been, an awkward wait. Whitney didn't do much talking, so much as waiting. A part of the group, but separate.
Jason Drake
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Fri 12 Apr 2019
at 22:31
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After the long (and kind of embarrassing) call with his mom, Jason was glad to be off the phone and just waiting for a little while. He smiled to Woolsworth when he pulled up, and, not particularly needing Whitney's order but hearing it regardless, handed Malun her bag.

"See you guys later on. Hopefully nothing else crazy happens between now and then."
Garret Blake
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Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 01:39
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Garrett's eyebrows raised as both July and Jason said they'd prefer the walk. He paused. Awkward. Then he looked at Whitney and Woolsworth and took a breath. "... appreciate it. I just... need to walk all this off and clear my head."

Then he glanced between the tall girl and the red-haired boy and thought Thank God.
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 03:52
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"Hmm, thank you for agreeing to take me home, Mr. Woolsworth." Malun was always a bit awkward around the butler, the man himself seemed like a good man, but his position was a representation of something Malun and her father's ideals were firmly opposed to. Still, she didn't let that get in her way of climbing into the car and tucking her bag onto the floorboard at her feet.
Retro DM
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Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 14:01
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With all that taken care of, the five teenagers got themselves to their individual homes without any further incident. With a few hours to themselves, no doubt they would try to figure out more about their new gifts, since that was the plan. Some had an easier time than others, being able to go into their own spaces away from the eyes and ears of parents, or in the case of one, Malun's father, having a parent that was very interested in seeing these abilities in action. After some practice, and a decent meal at home, it was time to reconvene.

It was 8:35 PM, and those who had to travel found themselves just outside the doors of Malun's humble home, having walked, or biked, driven or been dropped of. The lights were on, and they could hear some chatter inside, which sounded like Mr Lunesby having a one way conversation (Malun knowing he was communicating with a trusted colleague).


OOC: Everyone arrives outside Malun's house, except Malun who is inside waiting with her father who is talking with someone on a secure line.

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Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 15:09
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Malun's house was a smallish house that seemed mostly normal from the outside. Or rather the house itself did, the yard was another matter. At least three partially dissasembled vehicles were in the yard, along with other machine-looking things that were under tarps and frankly even if they weren't the purpose of them would be hard to divine.

The front door had a sign bearing the name of Dr. Marcus Lunesby, along with a doormat that said "Solicitors Welcome. Stand here." with a large red X between the two lines.

On the garage was a different sign, simply reading MALUN in huge comic-sans font hanging on the external door to the garage. The garage appeared to have it's own doorbell?

Inside the garage, Malun was hard at work. Her PortCon was hooked up to an actual monitor(and thus not on her arm) and she had a variety of things on a workbench that she was following along with design specifications on the monitor.

The door leading to the inside of the house from the garage was propped open, so that Malun could keep an ear on her father(and vice versa).

OOC: Malun's personal garage doorbell makes a dragon roaring sound, so, uh, have fun with that if you push that one~

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Garret Blake
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Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 16:43
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Mom hadn't been home. He'd expected that since she was working one of her sixteen hour shifts, and she was always fried after those. So after he'd gotten home to the cool air-conditioning of the empty house and taken some time to quietly freak out, Garrett had gone through the steps of making tonight's dinner with the leftovers boxed up for her and in itemized, identified Tupperware for when she got home. A sticker on the one to the left said "Extra Cayenne in this one. Let me know if it's too much."

Then he'd sat down at the livingroom table and tried three different times to write a short letter unpacking what had happened. None of them had gotten farther than "Hi Mom," because starting with anything else kept coming off like he was writing a Hallmark Channel suicide note.

In the end he settled for something that was very him, but (as was often the case with stuff that felt that way) seemed totally insufficient.

"Hey Mom,

Got home late. Train stopped and had to get off the bus. Walked Jules and Jason home, gotta go head to Malun's house to help her with a thing. Phone number's at the bottom. Tried something a bit new with dinner, hope it works! The other sauce still has some leftovers if it doesn't. Yes, I took the bike but I'm wearing all my stuff. For real, this time. Shouldn't be out too late.

-Love
  -G"


The dirtbike might have been green and red at some point, but a number of crashes and mud-splatters the legacy of going out with his cousins had sort of reduced the idea of paint to a mockery. Still, it made a nice noise, and Garrett had to fight the urge to push max speed while coming up the long stretch of road. As it was, he did a quick turn and came to a skidding stop before killing the engine and getting off, the old un-patched diamond's jacket covered his arms, and two gloved hands pulled the helmet off his head and revealing the helmet hair beneath.

He took a few seconds to breathe in and out, then looked up at the darkening sky. The headache was mostly gone, but the residual strangeness remained. The stars would be out soon, and he somehow knew that he'd be able to see in the dark as much as before. He wasn't sure that he was ready for the reminder.

"Alright dude, stop it. Just rip the damn bandaid off," he said.

Then he walked up to the garage, taking just a second to crack a bit of a smile at the lettering before pushing on the... doorbell?

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR"

He blinked.

Well. That was a thing.
Whitney Zabka-Cabot
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 I will not bow
 I will not break
Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 19:04
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Ms. Lunesby and Whitney had managed to explain the whole situation to Woolsworth. Between the fangs and her demonstration, he reluctantly believed them. Whitney had been there and he hardly believed it, so he hardly felt insulted. If anything, it was a testament to their mutual trust that he believed as much as he did.

After escorting her home with the promise of meeting up that evening, Whitney instructed Woolsworth to swing by the archery range. There they walked out roughly 300 feet from the target.

Woolsworth looked like he wanted to say something, but let Whitney prepare to shoot.

"I am going to put an arrow in the center of the rings, top to bottom." Without skipping a beat, Whitney did it. One after another the arrow landed where it was supposed to. As they walked closer, the larger man remained silent. It was very likely that Whitney was at that moment, one of the best archers in the world.

"I could not do that yesterday. I may not be able to shoot light of out my hands, but this is not normal either." He looked up to the taller man, hoping beyond hope that he had an explanation. It was easy to forget sometimes, but Woolsworth was over six feet tall and broad shouldered. His presence was large in Whitney's life, but it had nothing to do with that stature.

"I've seen many strange things in my life, young master. When you're older, I'll tell you about my time in Taiwan." What happened in Taiwan? "As your bodyguard, I'm disappointed you didn't run away. As a man whose had the privilege to see you grow up into a young man who would face a monster for his friends however," he placed a strong hand on Whitney's shoulder, "I am very proud."

Whitney had no response for that.

- - - - - - - - - Just before leaving arriving at Malun's House - - - - - - -

Whitney spent some time in the stables with Raphael before heading out. He should have cleaned up a little, but it was doubtful any in the group would even notice how disheveled he was.

"Come on, Raphael, let's got for a little ride tonight. Woolsworth has a sugar cube somewhere on his person just for you." Raphael was a painted horse who had a stubborn streak easily manipulated by food bribes.

Whitney met up with Woolsworth, who was driving in his golf cart. A large box filled with what looked like various beverages were stored in the seat next to him.

"Thank you Woolsworth, thinking of everything as usual."

"One of us has to, young master." Whitney let that one slide.

They arrived just behind Garret. The dragon roar filled the air.

"I see you've found the doorbell, Garret." Whitney made to get off his high horse.
Jason Drake
 player, 23 posts
 Welding, forging, wood
 Working with my hands
Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 19:27
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When he got home, Jason had to first calm the nerves of his worried mother. Dad wasn't yet home from work, likely due to the traffic jam, but he had also called home about it and let her know, before Jason did, so she knew he was off goofing around with his friends. He was normally more responsible than that, but the curiosity of things had gotten the better of him. That, and he was trying to protect his less responsible friends.

He decided not to tell her about the entire strangeness of the day, unsure that she would believe him or think him totally sane. He just said they walked to check out the train first, and left it at that. He avoided being grounded because nothing bad had happened, thankfully, at least not that she was aware of.

In his garage, Jason tried to manifest some of that flame again, using the very safe targets of some of his metallic statues. Results were different, and he did indeed learn a few more things before dinner. He got permission to leave, after a little negotiating with chores.

-----------------------------------------

Jason arrived a few moments after Garret and Whitney, having rode his bicycle there. He turned off the front light and unclipped his helmet, looking at Garret's dirt bike and Whitney's horse. Of course he rode the horse here...

Putting down the kickstand and setting the helmet on the handlebars, Jason cleared his throat. "Hey guys. Did I uh... just hear a roar? From the doorbell?"
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 29 posts
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 19:54
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At the sound of the roar, Malun put her tools down and went to answer the door. Now out of school, she was wearing her labcoat(with badly embroidered dragons on the pockets), a black Bablyon 5 t-shirt underneath it and bright aqua-blue shorts. Her glasses were not on her face, but sitting partially dissasembled on her workbench behind her, and her hair was simply pulled up in an equally neon-blue scrunchie to keep it out of her way while she worked.

"Ah, you're here," she simply nodded to the others without any notice of the busted up dirtbike or perfectly groomed horse, "Father will have heard the doorbell, once he's off his call I'm sure he'll come introduce himself. Come in."

And with that she walked back inside, leaving the door open for them. The garage had some sparse seating available on overturned plastic crates and a couple of stools...as well as Malun's computer chair in front of her monitor. It was a full sized two-car garage with no cars in it so it had plenty of space, for all that most of said space was occupied by workbenches and various spare parts. Two of the walls were covered in shelving and cabinet space, many of the cabinets having combination locks on them.

On the edge of the counter that her computer was resting on was a stereo playing Tag Team's "Whoomp! There it is!" album, currently on the track "Just Call Me DC."
Garret Blake
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Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 22:52
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The roar covered most of Whitney's approach, so Garrett was taken offguard by the other boy's approach. Enough so that when the other boy spoke, he spun reflexively on his heel, one hand starting to come up. Whitney. Right. He untensed only slightly. Easy. The guy had just put his ass on the line to help them all. Maybe that was just basic human decency 101, but on the other hand.

Nevermind. He didn't want to think about it. Wait.

They guy had ridden here on an actual horse? He just sort of stared for a second, and said "... you've gotta be kidding me."

Jason's arrival and Malun's opening of the door were so close together that he didn't really get the chance to respond to the former before the latter had essentially taken control of the situation and they were being guided into the workshop. Garrett didn't remove his jacket yet, and to the eyes of his friends he still looked like the events of the day were settling on him. Unlike the others, he hadn't tried to experiment with whatever it was he could do since going home.

"Damn, Malun," he said after a few moments. "This is a hell of a setup you've got here."

Honestly the more he looked around, the more unease was replaced with fascinated enthusiasm. "This is... really fucking cool!"
Whitney Zabka-Cabot
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Sat 13 Apr 2019
at 23:46
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Whitney traded his horse for a heavy basket. Assorted snacks and drinks were inside.

"Thank you Woolsworth, please don't feed Raphael too many sugar cubes."

The butler made lifting the basket look easy, but Whitney couldn't help but drop a bit when the weight hit him. How that man found time to hit the gym was beyond him.

With a nod, Woolsworth tied Raphael to the golf cart and began their journey home. Whitney couldn't help but smirk as the horse tried to sniff out a snack.

Whitney entered the garage behind Garret. It was sheer chaos. How the genius found anything in here was beyond him. Looking around, Whitney found the relative center of the room and put down the basket.

"Woolsworth has kindly provided us with refreshments. We have," Whitney opened the basket and odd cornucopia of junk food presented itself, "Pepsi Cristal? Orbits. Yoo-hoo. Little Debbie. And some things I'm pretty sure are out of date. Regardless, please help yourselves."

There wasn't even water in here. The man had peculiar habit of attempting to get Whitney to do things that kids his own age should do. Whatever that means.

Mr. Drake was here, thankfully. And soon July would be as well. He should have offered rides here if it was trouble. It was important they all discuss what had happened. Although Whitney was rather eager to see what happens next.

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Jason Drake
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Sun 14 Apr 2019
at 02:19
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While Jason has been to Malun’s house before, he had not been in the garage. He had only ever delivered the odd part to the front door, exchanged a few pleasantries, and never stayed long. Now that he could see Malun’s personal workshop (and room?), he was slightly taken aback. He had a nice setup in his parent’s garage, but it looked like Malun had the run of the place. It was slightly cluttered, but not too bad overall.

“Yeah, nice digs Malun. You have a lot of cool stuff in here.”

Jason looked into the basket Whitney brought, grabbed a Pepsi and smiled. “Thanks Whitney. Or should I say Woolsworth? I mean he kind of works for you so who gets more credit for this?”
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
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Sun 14 Apr 2019
at 03:26
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"Hmm," Malun grimaced for a moment at the basket, but she still grabbed a box of yoohoo and opened it with alarming speed, "thank him for me when he picks you up."

"I'll refrain from getting into anything too important before July gets here, but I have been hard at work since getting back..." she paused, then shrugged, "and after taking a shower of course. That was an unpleasantly long walk."

"The goood news," Malun tapped a space on her workbench where many tiny lenses were laid out along with some sealed boxes that were labeled in Japanese, "the superconductors did arrive, and father agreed to let me have some of them for my own project. With the addition of the new super natural power sources we seem to have access to, I should be able to complete a test model of a hard light projection device over the weekend."

Taking a sip of her drink, she added, "in laymen's terms, that means I won't be defenseless the next time a monster attacks. With testing I should be able to modulate the force of impact for either strength equivalent to a handgun to drive back monsters or a much reduced blow over a wider surface area for nonlethal takedowns in the event those become necessary."

The entire time she spoke, her tone of voice remained consistent. The same way she'd talk about physics homework or any other project while she was in the middle of it. Matter of factly, as if this was indeed just another project. Her trademark smug laugh was absent, but that was usually reserved for big reveals anyway.
Garret Blake
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Sun 14 Apr 2019
at 20:17
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Garrett found seat on a plastic crate after pulling a pair of squeeze-its and two packs of gushers from the basket. This gave him a few moments to really take in both what was around him and what was being said. He didn't know Malun as well as maybe the others did, but there was something in her mannerisms as she went about efforts that was familiar. Restlessness. The need to do something. Everything that happened today was a hard enough punch to the jaw to roll with as is.

If your whole life was built around a grounding in the natural world and the definable, measurable ways that it all made sense, today was probably a double-dose of system shock.

"The next time."

"So," Garrett said finally, following her words with a simple statement directed at the empty air. "We're set on that, then." It wasn't... remorse, exactly, that was in his voice. Nor was it any sort of excitement. Just a sort of acknowledgement out-loud of something he'd known since earlier this afternoon, but hadn't voiced out loud.

"This is going to keep happening."
Jason Drake
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Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 03:34
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Jason took a few sips from his Pepsi while he listened to Malun and Garret. He hadn’t really considered the possibility of more monsters showing up, but since they brought it up, he couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t happen. That giant talking skull snake just appeared with almost no warning after the events with the object. It was impossible to tell if more like that existed, or if other, stranger beasts were out there, but again, no reason to think they wouldn’t.

“I mean, won’t it? We just got crazy powers, a monster showed up and we killed it. That’s a life changing event, isn’t it? Doesn’t it mean exactly that? That it will happen again? It’s like the comics, villains just keep showing up.” He paused, and took another sip. “And we, being the heroes, take them down. No big deal, right?”
Whitney Zabka-Cabot
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Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 13:48
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Whitney found a passable plastic crate with what he believed was remnant of a seat cushion. He cracked open the Pepsi Crystal, making the incorrect assumption that the clear liquid might have the least sugar.

"I'd share your confidence, Mr. Drake, if we also had access to the script for this Saturday morning cartoon we find ourselves in." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Whitney shifted in his seat to face the young mad scientist.

"I suppose you have reason to suspect another attack, Ms. Lunesby. I still have questions about that night world we exited as well." Whitney took a pained sip from his soda. "There is also the matter of our, change in disposition."

There were always costs to change. In a way, Whitney's goal in life was now with in reach. Ability like this nearly guaranteed a shot in the Olympics. It was unsettling that something like that could simply be given.
Garret Blake
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Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 15:00
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Jason's words rolled over him. A somewhat sardonic, single laugh escaped him. Patient, thoughtful Jason was the one wanting to surge ahead and just accepting a role suddenly assumed because they'd manifested some sort of power. Unease churned through him, resonating with every syllable as Whitney voiced his own concerns. Normally he'd have some sort of quip for this, or a grin that just went with letting hardship roll off his back. That was his job, right? Unflappable Garrett. First into a hard situation. But just now, he looked like he was trying to melt a spot of floor with his mind by staring at it too hard.

Thing was, he wasn't angry. He was afraid. And not of monsters that had suddenly become real, or that July could sing inspiration into him, that Whitney could nail bullseyes that would make William Tell shake with surprise. Nor that Malun apparently had a talking wrist computer.

Garrett was afraid that his best friend's talk about heroes and inevitability was right.

Because if that was true--and all indications were that it was--something else was also true: he was going to get into this again. And again. And again. And again. Because whatever else was the case? This light, this... thing inside of him had lasered his focus on the monster in the shadows, pulled him towards it with utter surety that unmaking it was his job. It hadn't taken no for an answer. And he was sure that it wasn't going to change its mind. He wasn't gonna change his mind.

"Yeah," he said quietly--presumably in response to the word 'life-changing.' "Yeah, it is. Permanently, I'm pretty sure. And I'm still sitting with what that means."

You always wanted a purpose.

Be careful what you wish for.
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 31 posts
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 15:09
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"Of course I have reason," Malun sniffed at Whitney's comment, "as I said before, the snake used plural words. Us, ours, implying that there is more than just that one giant snake. Also implying that these monsters, however many of them there might be, will view us as thieves who stole something, presumably these powers, from them and will want to take them back via killing us."

Rapidly finishing her drink, Malun took a peek out the still open door to see if July was in sight yet, but couldn't see much from the angle she was at, "There are two other reasons I suspect we will have need of these abilities, and why I am making sure to have a device suitable for defense against non-monster entities. Firstly, my father's SuNaSL, or Supra-Natural Signature Locator is actually working and detecting many signals." She couldn't help but add a shrug and a half-grin, "proving of course that his design was always sound, there just wasn't anything to detect until now."

Then her expression fell to complete seriousness, "Secondly...we may not be the only people to have developed these supernatural abilities."

Turning to Garret, she stared the former delinquent dead in the eye, "Tell me Garret, what do you think will happen if the likes of Damon Stone has developed these same powers?"
Garret Blake
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Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 18:59
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Garrett continued looking pensive as Malun spoke. That spot on the floor was gonna catch fire sooner or later, and it was marginally better than taking all of that in with the increasing surety of the inevitability of it all. But when Damon's name was mentioned, his eyes slowly lifted to look at the younger girl. Here he paused, taking in her statement. A moment came to mind, two years past. Standing in the middle of the skate-park in the shadow of the taller boy.

"He's a kid, Damon."

"And we have a rep, Blake. No free passes because he’s young. He’s going to learn respect"

Garrett's eyes had darted left at the figure of a scared twelve year old. "“kid, get out of here. Now.”

"Don't cross me, Blake," the cold voice threatened. "We're going places. Don't throw this away."

Garrett took a deep breath. Damon. With powers.

It was hard for Garrett's friends to read the tall boy's dark eyes, just then.

He remembered the heat of the summer air and the sensation of being emotionally blacked out. Surrounded by jacketed figures made into shades of mist by memory. Sounds a dim fading echo. His own words, though. Those were sharp.

"Yeah. Big places. Roughing up twelve-year-olds."

Damon's eyes had sharpened. And there was the line. Right there.

"Guess if your not a fan, we’ll rough you up inst--"

His fist cut the voice off mid-memory. And it all became a blur. A blur of a bad day. The worst. Also the best. Life was weird.

One more breath and he was looking at Malun. "Damon needs to be in control. That's his greatest need and the thing he can't let go of or be without. He has to be in charge. If he's not, what's in the way of that is in for a beating."

He didn't look away. "If he has powers, it's going to be bad."
July Coates
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Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 20:37
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And here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a superman!

The radio crackled as the van rumbled over the uneven road, John Feldmann's voice interspersed with static the further they drove out of town. July's checkered vans idly tapped out the rhythm of the song against the dash as she stared out the window, arms looped around her knees. The world outside the passenger window was dark, the sun having finally sunk below the horizon, but she had no issue making sense of their surroundings, even in monochrome. Her usual smile was missing, mouth drawn and eyes tired.

I'm trying to sleep, I lost count of sheep. My mind is racing faster--

"Turn's coming up," July spoke up, reaching forward to turn down the radio. Noel shifted and the van slowed, easing gently over the potholes. A sprawling yard filled with vehicles and mysterious tarps greeted them, lit by the cheery lights of a small, humble house. The van rolled to a halt about halfway down the drive. The radio, more static than song at this point, went silent as he cut the engine. Neither July nor Noel said anything for several moments.

"You good, chica?"

"No," July finally looked over at her best friend, "Not really but, like, whatever. I'll deal with it."

"You want me to come in with you?"

"Your mom will kill you if you don't hurry right back. You know, 'cause you're so 'sick'." July scoffed around her air quotes, but the frown creasing her features softened into a smile. Unbuckling and pushing out of her seat, she shifted and wrapped Noel in a quick hug, before popping open the door. "Thanks though. I'll be fine. Probably. I'll see you tomorrow morning and update you then, okay?"

"Yeah. Call me if you need a ride."

"I think I should be good--looks like Garrett brought his bike. I'll just bully him into taking me home," July called over her shoulder as she hopped out of the beat to hell van. The evening air was crisp and cool, a soothing balm against the fire flickering in her skin. Noel snorted, the van roaring to life as the passenger door snapped shut behind her.

With a deep breath, July put her usual smile on her face and approached the unassuming little house. A door stood open to the garage, and July, ever nosy, poked her head through it. Luckily, the others were inside, sat around a cluttered workshop. She entered with a wave, pink bag still slung across a shoulder.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I was--" July had been about to enthuse about the delights of mole night, but read the room. The atmosphere was tense, to say the least. She cut herself off, finding an empty stool between Jason and Garrett and dropping into it. Her bag thumped gently beside her feet, and when she spoke again, the usual pep was absent from her voice, "What'd I miss?"

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Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 32 posts
 Obligatory child genius
 Don't touch my PortCon!
Mon 15 Apr 2019
at 22:04
Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent
"The other thing about Damon Stone," Malun added with a shrug, "is that there is nothing special about him. He's just a bully who acts on his base desires instead of just wanting them. There are dozens of others just at our school who want to be just like him but take no actions because they lack power. It doesn't have to BE Damon specifically, just someone like him."

Malun was mid-sentence as July walked in, so once she finished she nodded to her and answered the question, "In order: Mr. Woolsworth has gifted us with a basket of sugar in various forms, my superconductors came in and I am working on a hard light projection device so that I will not be defenseless in future attacks, we have reason to believe there will be future attacks because of the snake's use of plurals as well as my father's Supra-Natural Signal Locator device picking up multiple readings from the area, and we are discussing the possibility of other besides ourselves developing these powers and what it could mean if violent fools like Damon Stone or his admirers have gained them."

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