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@LordofthePies

Does anyone have anything they want to post before that?

Everyone has had ample time to post, The first 17 posts were made all made in 48 hours of each other

May I suggest a fast-forward to the next day? If not, I'm going to make another news post.

Honestly not sure this is enough. Like @LordLinguinie it would help a lot if we were all in the same geographic location a lot. There needs to be something going on too, almost none of the characters in the RP want to expose ourselves as Supers yet its what links are characters, but still there needs to be a reason we're all somewhere so we're not RPing in pairs or alone.

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Is this still going on?

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Michelle Diggby, 27

Pathokinetic / Washington DC

Michelle hung the reciever back up.

It was hard to tell anymore if she was shivering or trembling, crying or wet from the rain, but a shaky hand wiped water off her cheek. There was nothing left to do but go home and try not to think about how desperately scared and alone she felt. It was only a matter of time until she fell ill enough to need some sort of blood test, it wouldn't be tomorrow but it was a certainty. She might as well sign the papers now, save herself a fine, and get shipped back home a registered Super or made a government lapdog. It hard telling which was better, being forced to inflict her misery and ineptitude on other Supers or the incredible welcome her anti-Super parents would give her on arrival. Michelle punched the coin release, stuffing the coins into a pocket. Nothing left to do here.

Michelle was about to walk away, she caught a woman pointing towards her in her periphery and checked back towards the booth to see what was worth pointing at behind it. There wasn't anything of interest, a vacant storefront with shuttered windows. When Michelle turned back to them, they were already happily scuttling off, clearly amused. Michelle was not amused. Who does that? Who makes a soaked, desperate, lonely person look and feel more stupid than she did already for a quick gaff? Their mirth hurt. "That bitch," Michelle spat through gritted teeth,"I would lay her out if she-" Before Michelle could even start rolling up her parka sleeve the woman slipped in her heels stepping over a puddle, ungracefully collapsing first onto her ankle and then her knee. Her partner stopped the disaster in slow motion from falling any further, much to Michelle's disappointment. The schadenfreude eased the pain, a tiny little catharsis of the awful emotions that plagued her, for a brief moment she wasn't doing the worst, she hadn't twisted her ankle, she hadn't scrapped her knee or palm, she hadn't muddied her dress and she didn't need the support of a weedy man to stop her from face planting either.

Breathe Michelle, you've not been caught yet.

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@Prussianblue :D didn't mean to be pushy, just excited for other peoples posts.

And to answer your question, Yes, but that would be telling.

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@Prussianblue Time, maybe, to think about moving things on?

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Michelle Diggby, 27

Pathokinetic / Washington DC

No.

Michelle stood petrified in the door frame. It was the stuff of nightmares. A garuanteed method of identifying Supers? It simply couldn't be true. The colour drained from her face. It was over before the battle had even begun. They'd already be rounding up Supers who'd had a blood test recently. Had I had a blood test recently? How recent would it have to be? What was the expiry date on blood? Was it already over for me? Her legs were shaking, she propped an arm on the door for support. Her housemates offered their concern by Michelle wasn't paying any attention any more, all she could hear was her heart thumping in her chest. Help. Michelle needed help, she needed answers and she needed to be back in the loop. It was time to make the call.

Michelle slunk back out into the rain and cold, the wind whipping at her as she struggled with buttons on her coat. She walked, she didn't even pick a direction, hoping she'd find a telephone box. It was tough walking on such weak legs, but the act of putting them one in front of the other made her feel atleast she was doing something. It wasn't long till she was rewarded, she hastily darted inside and picked up the receiver. Desperately ready to push change into slot, Michelle had a thought. Was she far enough from home that if the number was compromised and the number traced, would she'd be safe? Michelle hung up the receiver. She was being paranoid, she knew it, but it was impulses like these that kept her safe before, so it was best not to ignore them until she knew what was going on.

It would be an hour before Michelle found the next phone booth and it wouldn't offer as much privacy either, but she'd have to take the risk, she couldn't wait any longer. She slammed about four dollars in loose change in the machine, dialing the only number she'd ever need to remember.

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Michelle Diggby, 27

Pathokinetic / Washington DC

Michelle stared through the spreadsheet, her eyes unfocused on something far beyond the monitor. Maths was so dull and computers were dull, the two combined? Painfully so. She squeezed her eyelids tight shut, trying to summon forth the energy and concentration to unfuck the formula that put the departments costings at 19.436 quintillion dollars. She opened her eyes slowly, hoping the answer would reveal itself, but no such luck. She leaned back in her chair and looked around for inspiration, or a co-worker she could coarse into helping her. The office was quiet, not unusual for the time of day, and only a few people right across the room were still at their desks. No help. Michelle suppressed her desire to loudly vocalise her boredom and instead breathed deeply and studied her desk. It was a mess, paper work everywhere, desk tidy empty (because all her stationary was exactly where she needed it) and a stripey bobble hat covering the unnecessary number keys on the end of her keyboard.

A pencil leaned over the edge of the desk, threatening to fall off that particularly captured Michelle's attention. She wanted it to roll back. The pencil wiggled. Michelle tried to envision the pencil just gently rolling, and pencil wiggled harder, desperately trying to over come its hexagonal edges. "C'mon, almost there..." Michelle whispered, attempting to motivate the inanimate object. The pencil vibrated violently for a pencil but before completing a single rotation, dived undramatically off the desk. Michelle wasn't working anymore, it was time to go home. She unceremoniously swiped the paper work into the locking draw and picked up her hat, scarf and coat, leaving the pencil where it belonged. Michelle buzzed herself out and wished Gordon good night and best of luck to the Titans whom he watched religiously.

It was freezing outside, but the cold air didn't bother her nearly as much as the pencil did. When she was younger she could have made that pencil dance, she could have composed a strongly worded letter to the governor with it and only her mind, she could have maimed someone significantly with it at 50 paces. She wished she could be merely irritated, its not like she used her powers for anything important anymore, but it was honestly depressing, a craft she'd honed for years was gone. She was practically powerless these days, an unsuper Super, with all the risk and none of the reward. Michelle stewed, cross and bitter, in her Fiat 500 the rest of the way home.

Michelle barged into the flat, tossing her keys at the hook and her coat at its hook (with much more success) "There better be something good on telly, I'm not watching any more reruns of Big Bang Theory!" Michelle shouted from the hallway. When she'd finally finished disrobing her winter gear she kicked in the living room door.

“-mber thirtieth. Today is a wonderful day, but also a turn of history. It is with my pleasure to announce the conception of the Ray.”

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My characters not 16 either, she's 27 :D

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Someones powers are cancelling out powers! Ohhh, you..... Will have an interesting dynamic with my character on a personal level, I feel.

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Michelle Diggby

Full Name: Michelle Diggby
“A force of nature? I'm THE force of nature!” -Michelle, aged 16

Appearance

Basic information

Legal name: Michelle Diggby
Nicknames, aliases, and/or preferred name:
Date of Birth, Age (as of Dec. 2017): 10/9/1990, 27 years old
City, Province/State of current residence:
Gender: Female
Social Class/Community Status: Middle Class, Unregistered
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Yes
Alignment: Ex-revolutionary
Powers and Weaknesses: Pathokinesis - Michelle borrows kinetic energy from the environment and redirects it to other targets, however its not done through conscious thought and careful consideration but emotions. The intensity of such feelings dictates the range of both the kinetic energy can be stolen at and reproduced, and how efficient the conversion is. This limits what can be effected by her powers, objects she can't or don't have feelings about are immune to her powers, e.g. Stuff she doesn't care or know about, objects she can't perceive because they are invisible or moving too fast.

Physical Description

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 131lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Dark Green
Detailed Physical Description: Shelly is 5'3" with curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an aging, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally dark green eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again.
Day-to-day Wardrobe: Comfy Clothes or Business Casual, depending on the situation.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Michelle is conflict made flesh, a passionate extroverted individual born into an overtly anti-powers political family. She's risk adverse, but she's never let that get in the way of her work. Michelle is positive, positive that Supers will once again be seen as equal citizens and she's sympathetic to a fault. As much as she'd like to change it, Michelle has a short fuse.
Skills/Talents: Keen Jogger
Favourites/Likes: Pugs, Pasta
Most Hated/Dislikes: Vinegar, bigots
Goals/Ambitions: Liberate Supers
Fears: Trypophobia, being caught out.
Education/Special Training (if applicable): Political Science
Place/Type of Residence: Shared Flat
Occupation (if applicable) and Work-related Skills: Office Administrator