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Ryver et Rhine said
So Pat's ability requires touch???? I assumed it radiates out unless he learns to control it. @-@Just to clarify since quite a number asked me already: Cal doesn't really think badly of Tom. She wants to stop any potential murder from happening. Not only would murder blow their cover but she also doesnt want to deal with the reprecussion from the Reformers. Garret is chill and all but she has no clue what those men are capable of. TL;DR Cal basically is trying to stop the madness out of self-defense. She feels leaving quietly would have been the best option.

The pain does radiate out, but it falls off quickly (until he learns how to control it). Even if it did radiate out more, it would be split amongst the group and therefore drop in potency. In titanpad there's a big discussion about Pat's power and how it works so I recommend you read that if you haven't yet. This is mostly done because Pat's power has the potential to be very overbearing if it isn't harshly limited.

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Ryver et Rhine said
Speaking of inspiration, wasn't Pat's ability supposed to be uncontrollable at Level 1? So technically if he is incapacitated because he is reeling in pain then he should be able to overwhelm Jenna's attacker. *shrugs* I could be wrong. =P

That's basically what happened. Pat was in pain, leaned on the attacker, making contact and thereby zapped him a bit. That's why I said that the guy reeled back and clutched his head. Afterword's Pat falls down and is pretty out of it. If someone touches him or gets near him they would get a reeling headache, but I don't believe anyone is at the moment.

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Pat's currently on the ground out of it, so there probably won't be too much activity from him for a while.

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You underestimate what people will do for eight hundred dollars.

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I took a few liberties with the NPC so let me know if I overstepped my bounds.

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Pat continued to stumble forward. It seemed every time he was about to recover his mind another yell or gunshot would bring him back to square one, the gash in his brain being sewed shut only to be immediately pulled open again. Through blurred vision Pat could make out the figure of a man with a gun and some sort of deep primal instinct drove Pat towards him. He was traveling way to slowly to have any sort of element of surprise under normal circumstances. However this man was much more focused on Ester and her pipe than the old man stumbling towards him.

It was meant to be a push, but ended up as Pat just leaning on the man with both hands. As soon as Pat made contact, the man instinctively leapt backwards with a sharp cry of pain, lowering his while clutching and shaking his head with the other. With nothing to lean on, Pat fell forward, landing on his hands an knees. With his instincts now satisfied, Pat stayed in that position, eyes staring unfocused at the ground, waiting for things to quiet down.

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It took Pat a while to make sense of the situation, he guessed his migraine was slowing him down more than he thought. It looked like the thief had gotten some backup while they had picked up a federal agent from somewhere. A federal agent who seemed much more confident than the situation should have allowed him. It seemed the girls had the few brain cells necessary to realize that trying to appease these guys was their best option, money wasn't worth your life. Unfortunately it seemed the federal agent fell slightly short of that bar and seemed to be actively trying to start a fight. Pat was about to yell for the agent to shut up before one of the ladies decided she wanted to be the first one killed and all hell broke loose.

The girl dived, a gunshot sounded and for the second time that day time seemed to slow. Loud noise and migraines didn't mix. When Pat was younger, someone clapping in a nearby apartment would cause him to wince in pain. A gunshot was a lot louder than a clap. The instant the shot sounded Pat doubled over clutching his ears. He was pretty sure the shot missed him, but it might as well of hit considering his condition. As additional shots rang out, some sort of basic primal instinct began to surface in his pain wracked brain. If the noise wasn't going to stop on his own, he was going to have to stop it. With blurred vision Pat began to stumble, at a surprisingly good pace, towards the source of the noise, hands outstretched, ready to grab whatever he ran into first.

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And the fight erupts. Lets see what happens.

Also, if we're dong the fight by colab, let me know because titanpad probably won't be something I check frequently.

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Looks like things are heating up. I hope Josiah isn't too upset with having to clean up the mess afterwards.

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Pat grimaced as he got out of the van. He could have sworn the driver had hit every bump and pothole possible just to torment him. Pat was never a big fan of vehicles, they seemed to either mean going to the hospital, or piercing horns in the middle of the night. Or more recently, superpowers and gunfire. In any case, Pat hoped the girls in the group would take their sweet time shopping, he was in no rush to experience the ride back. Still, despite the unpleasantness of it, the ride had given him enough time to get his thoughts, and pain, under control. His thoughts were still a bit slow, but at least it wouldn't be horribly obvious that something was wrong. He had only managed to keep the facade up this long because everyone was distracted by the tour.

Pat spent a few moments wondering what to do, eventually deciding to find a book store and an isolated bench to read on, He was preparing to head off to the market alone, figuring Josiah's statement was more towards the wild youngsters in the group, when the cry of "Theif!" suddenly sounded followed by a bunch of the Charlie's racing off into the crowd.

Pat turned around and continued towards the market when he was stopped by the unfamiliar feeling of guilt. Those kids might need his help, although he didn't know how good his help would be, and, like it or not, they seemed to all be in this together. Pat sighed and began to jog towards the commotion, mumbling to himself, "Next shopping trip, we're chaining the cards to their wrists. Kids can't go two minutes without being robbed nowadays."