canaryrose

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

Hm. Bending is illegal and punishable by death, but how are bending materials regulated? Say a character owned materials like old recordings of bending matches or even old bending training manuals- would that be illegal too?

The Last Avatar.

I think I’ve decided on a fire bender, am starting work on a sheet!

The Last Avatar.

I'm not sure on which bending type I'd like to go for- air or water seem to appeal to my initial character concept but fire could work, too. I'll have to get started on some character work and see.

The Last Avatar.

Interested! This sounds super cool, I love Avatar RPs.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Carmen, too, stood in awe of Jane’s incredible costume. She went slack-jawed, gazing up at the very tall suit of power armor. Jesus, that was so cool. Bev, though, seemed to think it was even cooler, because she promptly tumbled onto the ground like some sort of Victorian woman taken by the vapors. Carmen blinked, staring dumbly at the situation while Will and Ms. Rachel managed to get the Tinker back onto her feet. She had half a mind to ask Bev if she was okay, but other things were on her mind- understandably- as they walked back into the main room to confront the Director.

He looked… Carmen couldn’t quite figure out how he looked as he told them what was going to happen. Not afraid, but he wasn’t confident in them. Not at all. The revelation wasn’t unexpected, but it soured her mood, making her wring her hands. Maybe the others didn’t know what they were doing after all. Could they be just as clueless and weak as her? If so, they were all about to meet a grisly end- or at least get stabbed. If she got stabbed- no, if she even had a broken bone, her mom would make her quit before things even really got started. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? She didn’t wnat to be here. But despite herself, Carmen started thinking of possible ways they might succeed. She had been to the museum on class trips once or twice, but didn’t know the layout as well as she’d like. And this was such a big team, so many powers to balance… she looked at everybody else, assessing. If they wanted to succeed, they’d need to work together.

Carmen turned her gaze to the door as it clicked, surprise appearing on her face as two more faces walked in. She thought she was the last one! Neither introduced themselves. Both looked to be much older than her- in line with the others, she supposed. One inquired about being late, while the other looking to the side, seeming uncomfortable. She could relate. But that didn’t matter much to her right now.

She watched Caiden’s performance with a degree of fascination. The other boy thoroughly intimidated her. His smile hadn’t gone unnoticed earlier, but he still seemed so scary. His tone was always biting, his words smug. But his power was cool as heck. And complicated. The uses, though! She might have to speak with him about it after all this.

Carmen cleared her throat, electing to say some more about her power.
“Car- V. Again. Um. I already kind of explained the basics, but I do object conjuration. They said I’m a Striker, but a really weird one so it’s not important… I just got them a bit ago, so I’m not too sure, but my power has a sort of limit, I guess. The amount of energy conjuring an object takes depends on the specificity of the creation, how much I need it, and its complexity. And size. Sometimes. You’d think specificity and complexity are the same, really, but they’re not, complexity just means making something as complicated as a computer would tire me out but specificity means the more I specify, like, for example, I want a mauve fuzzy scru- oh. That’s not relevant. Sorry! I can’t make things that I can’t visualize exactly and my objects disappear within thirty minutes to a few hours-” As she was speaking, Carmen’s scrunchie disappeared in a sudden burst of smoke, her curly hair floating around her shoulders. “Gah! Oh, sorry…” She hurriedly conjured and put it back up again. It was green, now- she hadn’t cared about the color. “Sometimes, if I don’t specify, it kind of just makes things up. And as for me, I’m, um. Nothing special. I’m not strong, I’m not a good fighter… I can run fast, and shooting a gun and tasing people are pretty self-explanatory, right?” Carmen finished her garbled speech, shifting on her feet.

Young Justice

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Location: The Hotspot Interacting with:Viktor (@FunnyGuy), Aleen'a (@baraquiel), Zach (@Crimson Flame)

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Alisa practically beamed at Viktor’s compliment, leaning in with the rest of them to look at her own work. She felt like she was really starting to get good at this lately, despite all their setbacks. Maybe she wasn’t so bad at this after all? Alisa did frown at Aleen’a’s comment, contemplating. “I don’t know… even if there was, it probably wouldn’t be the whole staff. And I doubt any of them are very involved. It’s worth pursuing, but let’s try not to draw too much attention to ourselves.”

Her chai latte arrived in a little plastic cup, a straw sticking out the top. Alisa said her thank yous and took a sip, swishing it around in her mouth before grimacing and swallowing it. It wasn’t bad- not at all- but liquids always felt so weird. She highly suspected that the only reason people liked them so much was because of the feeling of hydration, but they only coated her tongue in a strange film and sloshed around inside of her. She passed it to Aleen’a. “You can have it.”

Something near the entrance caught Alisa’s eye. Was that… oh. Oh, it had to be. She nudged Viktor with her elbow and tapped Aleen’a’s leg with her foot, gesturing to the door, where a young couple was walking in. The young woman exactly matched the description MArtian Manhunter and given to them. “That’s them, she whispered. She stared outside the window nonchalantly, listening to their conversation. What she heard didn’t surprise her. The boy seemed to be infatuated with the girl. Hadn’t she seen him around the center? Alisa wasn’t sure.

Just then, something else surprising happened- Zach walked in. She kicked him under the table as soon as he sat. “Shhh! Shut up! I thought you were on your date!” she hissed. They all knew he hadn’t actually been investigating a ‘lead’.

Young Justice

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Location: The Hotspot Interacting with:Viktor (@FunnyGuy), Aleen'a (@baraquiel)

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Alisa sat beside Viktor at their little corner booth, sketching an outline of the space in her favorite notebook. She held up the notebook while she drew so no one but the three of them could see it. Her hands moved the pencil across the page with practiced skill, building a picture of the building while she had an eye trained on their surroundings. It was nice here, quiet and quaint. Classical music played demurely from the speakers, and patrons spoke with an almost reverent hush. It was difficult to believe that someone- many someones- had disappeared from here.

It was also difficult to believe how well their mission had been going so far. So well, in fact, that Alisa had begun waiting for the other shoe to drop. Something awful had to happen soon, if their other missions had been anything to go off of. But this one seemed to mostly be… sleuthing, if anything. It was kind of exhilarating. She had fully expected Viktor to disapprove of her sudden information reveal to Cecile, but, to her surprise, he had done something similar, and hadn’t been very upset. And now, they were working with another group of teenagers, trying to thwart a kidnapper. She wouldn’t mention it to anyone out of fear of being seen as callous, but it was all exciting.

“i’ll just have an iced chai latte, please,” Alisa told the waitress. She wasn’t particularly in the mood for anything to drink or eat, but it would look strange if she didn’t get anything. She had chosen to wear a jean skirt, a white crop top, and black Converse for this particular operation, tying her hair back into a French braid as well. She thought she looked nice.

As she had that thought and as the waitress walked away, Alisa slid the 3D map of the cafe towards Viktor and Aleen’a. ”I think here, here, and here would be the best places to hide cameras, and here, here, and here for mics. Objections?” she murmured. She pointed the tip of her eraser to six locations. The ones for the cameras were by the door, behind the counter on the menu sign, and by the back door. The ones for mics were various tables where Alisa thought they might be most likely to sit. The kidnapper wouldn’t want her face seen by everyone, right?

Alisa shot a glance towards Kassy and Ja. “Whoever goes back there to download the footage should plant the camera when they do. We were thinking it would be Kassy, right?”

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

@Crusader Lord Our Discord is only for accepted players. They’ll send one once you’ve made a sheet and you’ve been accepted!

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Carmen fought the urge to grit her teeth at both Morie and Bev’s responses to her display. She didn’t flinch when Bev punched her arm, although it did visibly startle it. Instead, she kept that same nervous, quavering smile plastered on her face. “Thanks,” she whispered back to the both of them. The only sign of her frustration was the slight tightening of her knuckles on her pants.

“Erm.” The only person who ended up asking about her power was that Andy kid. Carmen wasn’t too surprised- he seemed the curious sort. Still, as she was worrying about what the Director was talking about, Carmen wasn’t in the mood for an all-in explanation. No, no, and no. Sorry.”

A few moments later, Fashionista appeared and said hello, guiding them to yet another mysterious opening in the wall. It was cool, but why couldn’t they just have normal doors? Fashionista’s exuberance was comforting. In their early meetings, Carmen had found herself gravitating to the woman (she seemed to take her seriously, if nothing else), and that hadn’t changed here. Carmen shuffled to the changing rooms along with the rest of them, her anxiety steadily rising. They were changing into costumes unplanned, and both directors seemed rather on edge. They had to be going into combat- there just wasn’t another explanation. They entered the Changing Rooms, which was yet another room that looked as though it belonged in a prison, and they were given keycards and directed to the lockers containing their costumes.

She took her keycard and went to her personal locker, changing into her costume quickly. Carmen stared at herself in the mirror and cringed. It was an awful costume. Despite Fashionista’s best efforts, she looked like a cross between a member of Swedish pop sensation ABBA and Hannibal. It wasn’t a good look! Her costume featured a long, sleeveless black and gold-embroidered red tunic with a bullet proof vest with a red ‘V’ emblazoned on it overlaying it, simple black leggings that were reinforced with some padding in important places, black boots, and… a black hockey mask with some gold splattered on it. She also wore fingerless gloves and had her hair down. In shirt: embarrassing. Stepping outside was a labor, but she did it anyways. She fingered the small utility belt of her costume as she stared at Beverly.

God, everybody else looked so cool. Carmen tried her best not to nerd out. “Object generation with some caveats, yeah,” she muttered. She’d have to explain her power at some point, but that seemed the simplest explanation for it she had.

⫸ New World Order ⫷

mmm