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Javen walked down the crowded street with a guitar case in hand. There wasn't much space; people were hurrying about down this street. Turning the corner to a slightly quieter part of Liverpool. He then sat down on the street corner, took out the guitar and started to play.

Javen had no permanent job, he sort of travelled around looking for work. Bu also in search of people like him. At the moment a good job was hard to come by, and fate had brought him to Liverpool. Busking on the streets was the only way for him to get money.

A scream pierces the busy sounds of the street, people seem to be, not walking, but running from one single direction, all towards where Javen is 'Bucking'.

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Jing-Sung is standing in one of the heavy populated, over crowded shops. Lifting somebody up, using his telekinesis, and cutting their head open. The 'victim' is a Tall man, looking about the age of 30ish.

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Who we are is but a stepping stone, to what we can become.

Only when the last tree has died and
The last river has been poisoned and
The last fish has been caught,
Will we realise that
We cannot eat money

Ellie sat alone as she often was these days; were anyone else there, they'd probably think she was meditating, and they wouldn't be that far off. Her hands were clenched in fists, arms in front of her, resting on her knees, legs crossed. Her face scrunched up slightly in concentration, and then relaxed as her right hand opened, a few blue arcs of energy jumping between her fingers. The left hand next; a louder crackling sound, and brighter arcs this time.

Finally getting the hang of this... whatever it is... she thought after a few more moments of practice. She leaned forward slightly to dig through the backpack in front of her and pulled out a box of lightbulbs. She took one in her hand, then concentrated again and the bulb almost instantly exploded. She dropped what remain of it, and her hand went to her face, where her fingers found blood.

"Idiot..." she hissed to herself, wincing as she accidentally pressed one of the small shards of glass into her face more. She stood and went to the bathroom, where she spent a few minutes tweezing the five or so little shards out of the right side of her face before cleaning the small cuts. "Still need a little fine tuning, I guess..." she muttered, but then smiled a little, "Its a start, though... maybe I should celebrate... get that Gibson I've been looking at."

With that thought driving her, she was out the door in no time, headed for the music store a few blocks away to get the newest addition to her guitar collection.

Being bumped into and nearly knocked off his feet by a woman coming out of a building while muttering something about a guitar threw off Simon's track of thought. Light blasted people in this city. Making his turn round the corner Simon heard the noise. What the hell? Running in the direction everyone else was going made things a little easier for him. He came to shop people were running out of and....What the hell? What is he doing? Hiding round the corner Simon kept an eye on the violence display. Another one of me but....... What is he doing?

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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Change is inevitable except from a vending machine.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
Those who live by the sword... get shot by those who don't.
Honk if you love peace and quiet.
Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

Tristan sat in the sitting room of his home, his eyes a cloudy white glazed colour.
He watched the future events of the mutants within the nearby city.
The deaths that would happen to make certain people stronger through mourning. The steps for humanity to accept the evolution of their own people. The dramatic events that would unfold in the next few years.
All of the future depended on the first meeting with the first villian and soon the first soon-to-be hero, which would set off a chain reaction and set off the match of destiny for a few people.
A few people that could change the world or break the world.

Tristan sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Opening them, his eyes returned to their normal hazel colour.
He thought of his soon, untimely death that he had just foreseen, that he already had known about so many years before. Tristan has came to accept the future, and the balance of the Universe. He didn't fear death. He didn't fear that the future had to happen sometime, be it good or bad.

Oh, but if only the future were so simple as to see it and experience it's effects.
So many possibilities, so many little cuts on the egdes of the future can develop into tears and then rips, completely altering it's track.
I just hope it goes to plan, and the butterfly effect isn't put into place..

Tristan stood, making his way to his kitchen and pouring himself a cup of steaming coffee.

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A Smouldering Heap Of Perfection.

Jing-Sung was holding his victim up, he was looking in the brain of this man, looking for something... Where is it? Why can't I find it! Argh! he thought, dropping this man, from where he stood, to lay on the floor. He moved closer to take a look, peeling his scalp back completely, Yes! He seemed to do something to one part of this mans brain.
Jing-Sung stood up, beginning to take a slight bit of notice of all the 'hostages' that filled this shop. Your all lucky! He shouted, as a small blast of fire erupted from his hand, starting a fire in the shop. Lucky your not like me!
Jing-Sung walked out of the shop, opening the door with his telekinesis, and began to walk down the road... ((Ooc: In the same Direction as Simon, and other Characters.))

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Who we are is but a stepping stone, to what we can become.

Only when the last tree has died and
The last river has been poisoned and
The last fish has been caught,
Will we realise that
We cannot eat money

(ooc: Just letting people know I'm waiting to get approved in the OOC thread, i really want to jump into this thread )

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Taylor Todd,liverpool station....

Taylors train pulled up inside the station,he had been sitting inside one of the first class bunks of the large train,he had used his power to jump into the train he had picked the best cabin as he always like the best.

The train jolted to a halt he finished his drink,picking up his coat sliding it on.
There was no point to warping out of the train,he opened the door sliding between the groups of people trying to get out of the train,he jumped down onto the platform,they new smells of a new city.
"this place will do"he said to himself.

Taylor walked over to the outside of the station the streets were crowded,
he walked around the corner to where the was nobody looking then closed his eyes layed back and in an instant was gone,reapearing in a street corner,he walked out he was near the center there was alot of shops about,but a strange smell filled the air,the smell of smoke,the shop was on fire!.

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Her fingers caught fire. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the light. She was sitting at home, in her room. Lilla giggled wildly. Another thing her pyrokenetics did was make her body temperature higher than any normal humans. She always felt like she had a fever. Her wild black and blue hair bounced as she walked downstairs. Lilla said goodbye to her mother before walking outside.

Her outfit was a black t-shirt that ended at her thighs, shorts that ended just below where the shirt ended, black leggings that stopped at her ankles and black flats. Lilla walked out of her yard. She was headed to the nearby bakery to get something to eat.

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Seeing the killer leaving the shop Simon moved back around the nearest corner into the alley. What the hell do I do? Taping into his own power he felt. At the age of around 7 he had meet a young girl at school who could do things beyond his own but somehow he had gained the power to do the same. At first it was only when she was around but ever since they had kissed he had gained it even without her near. She had moved soon after. Unlocking the vault in the back of his mind Simon opened it and found what he wanted. The power of negation had seemed to work before and it would level the playing field, the good thing was that he could turn it on and off the way he saw it. Kicking it off he stood his ground. Maybe I can beat this guy down and then hand him over to the police. i really hope he don't have a weapon.

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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Change is inevitable except from a vending machine.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
Those who live by the sword... get shot by those who don't.
Honk if you love peace and quiet.
Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.