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putting my primary character here for safekeeping, omitted future power developments until we finalize the system. Decided to tweak an idea I had in order to provide a character who would be useful for exposition while also being a flawed non-traditional GMPC and also taking the test alongside the other PCs, in addition to any Mentor-type characters I may NPC.

Am also as always available for questioning.
Not necessarily, it would depend on what it was you were trying to do, and what the ultimate finalization of the power system looks like.
If players want it, I would actually be more open to discussing more complex individual powers as manifestations of qi, though naturally it would make a bit more work for we GMs in terms of individual approval for each character's powers.

That said, I'm also considering making a bit of a mapped out premise for how qi works, likely partially based on the Five Classical Chinese elements of Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal and Water with the addition of Air, that could be used and combined in various ways for various effects. Either thing is fine by me depending on player preference, with the addendum that we'd probably have to be a bit reserved with the former and have overall authority on if an unforseen potential loophole with a power or a level of oddity oversteps the bounds of what fits the setting, level of fairness and tone.

Feedback and suggestions, are as always, welcome.
Again @Weird tales this isn't a Hunter X Hunter RP, the characters don't use Nen.
Right, Ted post is up, not sure how good it is but it's mostly the start of a breather arc that might lead into some serious developments for Ted later.
P R E S E N T



B U S Y B E E T L E - P A R T O N E
C H I C A G O

March 13th, 2017 - 10:28 PM | Ted Kord's car, in the middle of traffic


"I still don't see why you're going there, Ted."

"I've explained it before, Tracey, I owe it to these guys! It's a whole 'forgive your attacker thing' and it's kinda the least I can do after the company ruined most of their lives. Now, how we doin' on the preparations?"

Tracey sighed on the other end of the line, while Ted focused on driving over to the K.O.R.D. specialty containment facility. She was Ted's number one confidante, with almost as good a mind as his in quite a few areas and considerably more business savvy than Ted himself. Better still, she was one of the few civilians Ted trusted with the full truth of his Blue Beetle identity and well, she was basically the glue holding his life together.

"The Bug's new windshield isn't going to come cheap, it's not easy fabricating a transparent glass-like material capable of withstanding the pressures of the ocean floor and the vacuum of space. We'll get it done without any problems, though. That big piƱata you ordered shaped like your head should be here in time for the party, but I'm going to need you to confirm our order went through on the cake, Carapax's hacking seems like it might've screwed it up."

"That fiend! It's his most diabolical scheme yet!"

Ted was rewarded with a laugh that made him grin to himself despite being on the way to prison.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that all of our systems seem free of any trace of him, and the upgraded containment unit for him is online as we speak. Even if we did have to spend all of last night working on it."

Ted tapped a staccato on the steering wheel "I promise I'll make it up to you. On the plus side, you still look beautiful by the light of an arc-welder!"

Another burst of laughter, another tiny victory. "You're the heart and soul of romance, Ted."

"What can I say, I was an English Major, it's the poet in me. I'll call ya back, Trace. I'm here."

Here, specifically, was the Kord Omniversal Primary Holding Facility. It sounded like a place where stuffy businessmen met to discuss company stock options and investment strategies. The reality was more grim. It was a stark white, walled-in building with only one entrance past a manned checkpoint-slash-control room, and Ted had built it in cooperation with state and city officials in order to serve as a prison for his most diabolical foes.

Sure, most of them weren't Batman caliber villains, but the occasional heavyweight oddity slipped onto the list. Promethium Man alone was indestructible, super-strong and capable of super-heating himself to the point that he could just walk through the walls of most prisons. Doctor Polaris required a completely non-metallic cell with the ability to be heated to high enough temperatures to destabilize his powers in an instant. Heck, containing Chronos the Time Thief meant creating something that imprisoned him in both space and time, just so future versions of himself didn't pop in for a jailbreak.

Designing the place had been a fascinating and entertaining intellectual challenge. Visiting it was an entirely different matter. Ted parked a fair distance away and approached the checkpoint on foot, giving the more likely than not lonely guard a big toothy grin he could see from the window. The man on duty looked more than embarrassed at what he must've assumed was a surprise inspection after the other day's unpleasantness.

"Look, Mr. Kord, I'm sorry about the breakout the other day, but only three got away and-"

Ted interrupted, waving his hands in an almost wildly placating gesture

"Don't worry about it, John, don't worry. It wasn't your fault anyways, there were bigger factors at play. I'm just here to check out our most newly returned convicts."

The guard sighed and sagged into his chair in relief, a dopey sort of 'Thank God' grin slipping onto his face.

"In that case sir, it'll be all the usuals to get into the building."

He pressed a little button out of sight and a series of little panels opened up on the guard box exterior to reveal a microphone, a retinal scanner at eye height, and a handprint scanner plus thermal recognition. Ted put first his eye and then his palm up to the little machine to get cleared through, then leaned in close to the microphone

"Ted Kord: BWAHAHAHA!"

Recognized: Theodore Stephen Kord. External Security Measures Disarmed. Front Gate preparing to open. Have a Nice Day.

Ted waited patiently for the massive Promethium alloy gates to slide open a service entrance for him, tapping his foot to some improvisational jazz number he made up as he went along.

"Mr. Kord? I know it's late and all, but happy belated birthday. I just wanted to thank you for the job, after everything you've done for me and the family, even if it is isolated out here."

"What? Oh, thanks John, but call me Ted!"

Ted walked through the passageway opening up through the big blocks of ultra-strong and precious metals that his company was easily able to afford and made a mental checklist for each of the different scanners he was passing. The huge quantities of Promethium only reminded him of why he was here.

It was time to pay for his mistakes.




"Curt, if you're finished now, I'd just like to tell you that I've made some serious developments the work towards your cure."

Curt Calhoun, known to the world at large as Promethium Man, sagged against the force field that coated his cell. He'd launched into a furious attack against Ted as soon as he'd seen his former employer, but every blow against the energy matrix served to strengthen it until he'd been tired out.

"I don't care anymore. What life is there for me outside of this stupid hellhole of yours? I'm a criminal thanks to the mob and thugs like Overthrow helping me take a shot at you. Half of them want me dead now, for not finishing the job. My wife left the city after I got pulled into my first failed attack on Kord Omni, said she couldn't take the shame of what I'd become. My face gave my son nightmares after the first time he saw it, and I'll probably count myself lucky if he doesn't even remember me. I have no sense of touch anymore, haven't felt a single thing in nearly a decade! Do you have any idea what any of that's like!?"

Curt slammed the barrier again, glowing white hot for an instant as sparks rebounded off his fists before falling to his knees. His metallic face was pressed up against the barrier and twitching, as if struggling to project his anguish onto a silver mask. It broke Ted's heart, not least of all because he really was responsible for the accident that had turned one of his own factory foremen into this pained creature, if only through negligence.

"Curt, you may have given up hope but I promise you, I never will. We're so close to a cure, I've even mapped out your pre-mutation DNA. I just need time but you will be able to feel again. I might not be able to fix everything, but I'll start there. I've kept a stipend for your family in your name, too, every month. You're still taking care of them, Curt, and they know that."

Ted reached into an inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a small stack of envelopes, using a hand signal to a camera to get them to open a small slot in the forcefield for him to slip them through to Curt. His son had to be about thirteen or fourteen now, and he'd just started writing to his dad. Protocols for the facility meant that no communication went in or out other than through personal visits, a necessary precaution after Chronos sent letters to himself with paradox-causing ramifications. Ted turned to leave, figuring that it would be better to leave his former employee in peace for now.

"Mr. Kord?"

It was the first time in ages that Curt Calhoun's voice hadn't rang with hatred for him, and as he turned back around Ted noticed that his former factory manager was in serious danger of developing rust stains on his cheeks.

"Thank you."
Tenchi Dojima


Tenchi reacted quickly, stepping in and scooping up the falling container of takoyaki with his bandage-and-charm-covered right arm and sporting a rather apologetic expression.

"Sorry about that, Mori-San! I didn't mean to startle you! I was just looking for-"

Tenchi paused as he noticed August returning, using his free hand to wave.

"Oh, hello! I was thinking the same thing, um, about the girl, but it's actually pretty hard to see what individual people look like from way up in the air, it turns out! I could try it again but I'm not sure I'd do much better..."

Tenchi was holding onto one of the containers of Takoyaki now, though he would probably jump up to look again if August insisted. He didn't know quite what to do, though on second thought maybe he had jumped too high the first time around and he should have tried to jump lower in order to pick out fine details as he went past.

"I think...if I put a little less power into the jump I might be able to spot her? Although I really would like to enjoy the festival..."

It wasn't that he didn't want to help a little girl, it was just that, with all of the MYO alerted Tenchi was almost certain that someone else would find the girl first. Besides, the food in his arms looked incredibly delicious. Well, that sort of thought process was probably what happened when an entire population encouraged you to be as carefree and lazy as possible out of mistrust, after all. The Youth Organization and its' students were probably the only people that not only treated Tenchi normally, but encouraged him to use his abilities.

If it helps, I've been in other things with @Vongola_Hasayo and can definitely vouch for skills and seriously useful creativity there. That said, I snatched the spot and will almost certainly go mad with power will be at least your first Co-GM for the duration! Feel free to direct questions and suggestions my way and I'll be doing the same for our GM here!
To try and help answer both points, this isn't a Hunter X Hunter RP.

It's just inspired by the feeling/general atmosphere of Hunter X Hunter and Dragonball.

So the answer is technically neither, but probably 2011 as it sticks closest to the manga and adapts further?

There likely won't be any Chimera Ants at all, unless of course you were joking.
~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~
~| Day 1, 11th hour |~
Heart of the Temple room
Khan Sainen


There were echoes of chaos all around him as Khan entered the central chamber of the Jedi Temple with his Master by his side, but the Padawan was used to the sounds of a battlefield by now, even if the location of this one still made him nauseous if he dwelled on it too long. The young Echani was much more surprised to see a young man herding along a group of younglings, although he was also relieved to see that none of them seemed too hurt. As soon as Xid mentioned that he was being pursued by a sizable sounding force, Khan moved to interpose himself between the children and the entrance from which they'd come, his mind already whirring through half-a-dozen strategies, none of which were particularly viable while defending a gaggle of barely trained younglings at the same time. If he'd had a moment, the Echani might have found it odd that he probably would have been among their number mere months ago, but this was hardly the time or place to indulge in a developing sense of irony.

Fortunately for Khan's plans, the arrival of an older Zabrak master and his apprentice evened the odds significantly, especially when a plan was quickly devised to get the children out of harm's way. Khan's stance relaxed considerably even as their opposition arrived. The Padawan's Echani upbringing couldn't let him get a very accurate read on their stances, or rather there wasn't too much to read beyond confidence, arrogance and hostility in the way the two held themselves. The old Zabrak instructed them to leave the droids to the younger man, so Khan factored them out of his projections. This 'Xid' was most certainly frightened, but there was a core of determination to his posture that reassured Khan that he could reliably play his part. They were to perform a delaying action while the younglings retreated to a position of relative safety. In which case, the best course of action was to strike hard, fast and in a way that immediately drew enemy attention. He stayed silent, focusing on the goal and not its terrifying requirements, trying to feel confident in the other Jedi around him and his Master.

One of the Sith took the time to mock and threaten him. He decided as he kept moving through the little crowd of younglings that she would be his first target. He could read dismissal in her stance, the assumption that he was unused to fighting with his life on the line. He broke from the younglings with as much of his considerable speed as he could muster and charged her, counting on surprise, her arrogance and his swiftness to close the gap before he was shot or she could react. He planned to channel his momentum into a right-to-left rising slash aimed at the Sith's head, igniting his saber in the last few paces right before he swung.

Time to see if all of that dueling practice would pay off.
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