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Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Scott

Sunset Beach, Pupukea, Hawaii
^{Interacting With: Paradise Maine (@Vicier)}

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Number 14 landed up on top of the tower of the 13 beach balls. Meanwhile, Scott tensed his face up as if he was trying to bench twice his body weight. He had to continue. He wanted to hit 17! Too bad that you don't always get what you want.

"Anoth-..."

"...not possible..." Was the only part of that he heard.

Perhaps those words were the last thing he needed to hear, or perhaps he really had reached his limit as the soft-spoken comment made it to his ears. It seemed cutting, almost the equivalent of asking "Do you even lift bro?" And it was enough to make Scott lose what he had been trying to maintain for the past several minutes.

Focus.

The fall from grace always felt like it was going in slow motion.

His eyes darted at the owner of the comment. A blue eyed redhead with red lipstick; those features alone made her standout in the crowd. That sealed the deal for sure. He kept his eyes on her as the tower of beach balls toppled and fell down. The area filled with the sounds of "Ooooooh!"s and "Ohhhhhh!"s, but not everyone backed away. Luckily the falling objects were practically oversized balloons, so there was no harm done. No physical harm at least. Scott tried to keep his smile up, hiding his faint disappointment in the moment. His eyes looking at the crowd that mostly still appeared impressed by the fun display of his powers.

"Last time you did 15 though!" There were a few haters in the crowd like always. It started to disperse a bit as other lingered wondering what King Scott might do next.

"Almost had it! Someone please DM me the video. I'll repost the best one!" Scott said before quickly turning to the female who had effectively distracted him. His smile vanished momentarily. "Hey!" He nodded his head upward before approaching her. "I was in the zone and you serve a dude a full course of doubt?" He said in a hushed voice as to not cause a scene. With a side of gorgeous. Why did she have to be a troll?

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Evening
Location: Operation Humanity to the Ember Grove Dump
Interaction with: Angel @princess

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Sean kept his eyes on the road as Angel reacted to the proposed plan. He knew she would be more than game to take on the task of finding someone she had grown up with. After reading the files, Sean was sure the two understood each other the best out of their ragtag group. The thought of Nikolaus possibly being a mole crossed his mind.

"Trotter at least has a rough idea, but I'm not 100 percent sure on his motive for keeping it under wraps. Most likely to keep the info of loss from reaching the wrong ears. If the wrong clan or coven got their hands on Remy…" Sean kept it at that. It was the most probable conclusion other than Remy removing her tracker and doing something ridiculous with it.

He was making his way to the dump first. It was her last reported location after all. When they arrived, Sean couldn't help but sigh at the sight of several people hanging out at the dump.

"They don't look homeless to me. Stay in the car until I give you the signal. I don't want them to recognize you." Sean said coldly as he placed the truck in park and exited the vehicle, keys in hand. He smiled as he approached the shady group. It was time to use a trusted analytical tactic to determine if these were sheep or wolves. He looked at one of the men in the eyes. He was a lanky guy sporting a black tank top and jeans. He kept his smile intact. This was all a step in the process. Sean was not a psychological expert in any degree, but this was a foolproof method. Colonel Trotter even presented it the day he saw it in action. It only worked during situations with limited visibility. The dump was perfect! "Thought you had me fooled bloodsucker! Time to die bitch!" Sean shouted as he reached for the small of his back.

"What the hell?! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Please!" The man jumped startled before he and everyone in his group fled for their lives from what they assumed was some crazy meth addict that had a gun. Sean nodded, a tinge disappointed. Turning to Angel, he gave her a thumbs up.

"Coast is clear for now! Learned that one from GTA. The civilians always run… Anyway, we might be able to find her skateboard or the tracks. At least while these overhead lights stay on."

Unbeknownst to Sean, he and Angel were being watched and listened to by a greater threat than a few meth-addicted squatters.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Scott

Sunset Beach, Pupukea, Hawaii

"Okay! Okay! Now stack the next one! I got this!" A smiling shirtless man in red swim trunks shouted as he stood on the soft sand of Sunset Beach… with a dozen beach balls stacked on the top of his head. All of the inflated striped balls rocked back and forth as he concentrated on keeping them steady with his telekinesis. People crowded around the spectacle, some of their beach balls being apart of the display. As much as "King Scott" would have loved to record this performance himself, there were enough people with their phones out to get the attention he was hoping for. He just needed to maintain focus. "Toss the next one! Lucky 13!"

The crowd cheered as another ball was tossed up high. Come on… come on… come on... The ball floated delicately onto the stack. Cheers followed as he smiled.

"Another?! Yeah?! Let's do this!" Despite his confidence, Scott was pushing himself. Balancing multiple round objects on top of each other with a decent breeze was more than just breaking a sweat. He wanted to go for 17, beating his previous attempt by two. Perhaps speeding things up would help. "14! Oh yeah! Hurry, next one!"

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Scott

Name: Scott Royal
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 180lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Religion: Atheist
Occupation: Telekinetic For Hire and Social Media Influencer

Ability: Telekinesis

Background: Scott was broke and unemployed when he vanished on the day of the incident, only to come back with a splitting headache and still not have a job or money. Odd jobs and handy work here and there had kept him afloat, but debt collectors and loan sharks were closing in on him. During a run in with a loan shark, Scott discovered his ability when he stopped the loan shark from reaching towards him. It was enough to make the guy flee. It was also enough to make some money once he figured what he could do. He was sure he had telekinesis based on what he already knew about superpowers, his research, and practice. Between Heroes and Chronicle, Scott had some good references to go off of.

Within a week, Scott was posting videos of his abilities, being one of the first of the Fractured to expose their abilities to the world. At the start he was considered another David Blaine or Criss Angel, but then he started to move onto recording live streams from his phone of feats and deeds performed by way of his powers. From saving cats from trees to pretending to be a mime on the street. He still does odd jobs, except now they pay more and are lot more interesting thanks to the incident. #Fractured!

Marcus

Name: Marcus Henderson
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200lbs
Ethnicity: Black
Sexual Orientation:
Religion: Agnostic
Occupation: Security Guard

Ability: Molecular Fusion/Mimicry

Background: Grew up in the system, in foster care due to his single mother being a drug addict. With not many good male role models, Marcus turned to the not so decent ones. This led him to committing petty crime at a young age, he never finished high school and was instead arrested for theft. It was the first time hos actions had serious consequences. It didn't entirely scare him straight, but he earned his GED and pursued a job with a small and local security firm. He often helped move drugs which allowed him to befriend Jason Koravil along the way.

When the incident occured, Marcus didn't seem to care much about the details of the whole thing. He was a simple guy trying to make a living, but now he jad powers. They weird as fuck in his opinion, but he felt like a living weapon with this kind of power.

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction with: @Tae Elsea, @Helo Cade, @Potter Corvina

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@Helo Cade

As Cade made chase of his first human companion, he found it difficult to keep up. Her form weaving in and out of view in the trees only to suddenly vanish.

The dry leaves rustled in the wind once more before a blood-curdling scream sounded ahead. The moment Cade broke through to a clearing, a horrific sight was presented to him. Ayita, pinned into a tree trunk by a very familiar halberd, the spearhead digging deep into Ayita's abdomen. Her body was limp and losing color as the blood decorated the head of the weapon in streams.

"Still trailing behind, Cadence?" The feline demihuman spoke, his black and gray fur frayed as if he was charred and covered in soot. As he turned to cade, his eyes and even his tongue were blackened. "Not as easy as catching fish and fawn, this one." Shadow on the Wind spoke with a sinister tone. What was this abomination?
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@Potter Corvina

Cora's defensive halt was expected, but the ring of flames made for a nice touch.

"What an insult?" Linnet feigned being offended as she mockingly placed an open hand to her chest. "You think I'm a bug?" The young woman smiled as she casually placed her hands out as if she was keeping warm. "It's cute, Rat-breath. It really is. But…" Linnet dropped her hands and stepped through the flames. Her face held a cold expression. Parts of her clothing had caught fire, but she was not fazed in the slightest. "...fire is for destruction. Let me show you!" Linnet shouted the last part as she raised her hand to fire a line of flame at Corvina.
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@Tae Elsea

"Hush sweet Elsea. They are occupied with their own... demons. Umber's voice seemed to be coming from every direction at once as the ten-foot radius around Elsea became pitch black. As if the campsite was taken to a sunless pit. The only light emanating from the small embers of the firepit.

"Trust… that is the word you used? How quickly did they leave your side for their own selfish desires? It's always like this and despite your words… you trust no one. They all betray you…" Several figures stepped out of the dark. The townsfolk that would have watched her burn alive.Many of them staring with fear and disgust. They only stared.

They use you… Elthrael's form stepped from the darkness, his mouth having its signature slight upturn while his arms were crossed at his chest.

"Not just him!" Risa and Kyran stepped forward with bright smiles on their faces, hand in hand. "You think so much of them while they think nothing of you. Why are you not with them? Why are you always treated like you are nothing, Elsea? Expendable… Is that why you are so full of rage? Is it because no one sees your worth? No matter how much you give… it amounts to nothing… They sought to use you as a scapegoat! He sought to use you as his puppet! And they seek to use you as well.

The elderly appeared beside her, facing the others.

"I can help you, Elsea. I can make it so they can't hurt you. Give you the chance to let all of that rage and fury."

The scenery suddenly changed to that of the town square of Inverness, Scotland. Elthrael, Risa, and Kyran were gone. She was on the pyre, this time with no chains. The man she had once killed upon arriving was not there. Instead, it was the elderly elf who simply tossed a torch onto the pyre where she stood. No portal… No escape… Just flames… Flames that were hers to control.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Afternoon
Location: Apartment #405
Interactions: Charlotte @Crusader Lord

She really wants that coco… I guess it won't hurt. Dante shook his head and pointed Charlotte to her own kitchen.

Once she got moving, Dante took a step towards the couch and stared at the carpet. Ash whimpered and tapped one of her front paws to the salt covered carpet. Dante averted his gaze and then sighed and knelt down. He placed his hand down onto the carpet.

Volant… The granules of salt started to rise up from the carpet as well as any crumbs that hadn't been vacuumed up. Dante then unenthusiastically pulled out his sack of salt. Movere In seconds, the granules entered the sack. Dante shot a sarcastic grin towards Ash before standing up to await Charlotte with a more stoic expression. He'd be ready to leave when she was.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Bloom Village, Flower Fairy Kingdom
Interaction with: None.

Sprite Village, a small quaint settlement several miles off Avalia’s west coast. It’s beauty was unique, especially at night since this village primarily relied on the bioluminescence produced by the large population of pixies. Rarely were there times where one might need a lantern or torch to traverse the village. The fairies viewed the settlement as a village, but the pixies considered it their very own metropolis.

But then there was Skar and her horde. They considered this place to simply be a target of opportunity. The orc did not consider fairies as anything more than fraile. Unfortunately this frailty did not excuse them from the encroaching violence that would ensue. Few fae villagers noticed the slow dimming of their settlement. For some unknown reason, the pixies here and there trailed away from the village. The luminous village became dimmer and dimmer, and within an hour’s time… dark. The few pixies that remained kept together in the center of the town giving the village a single bright light at its center. The fae villagers moved to arm themselves with lanterns or spears, but their timing was poor. Many had already been taken under the cover of darkness. Screams were muffled during rapid stabbings or swift bludgeoning. The goblins were deadly in the dark, their eyes naturally adapted to the darkness of the caves they usually called home. They were instructed to only spare the women. The rest were meat. The men. Meat. The children. Meat. The wings of the women were cut into unrecognizable shapes or off completely to prevent their flight.

“Why?! We have honored the truce with you!” The elder fairy of Sprite Village shouted as he caught Skar’s large form at the edge of the single point of light. The elder grunted as thick vines entangled Skar.

"No truce with War Pact! No truce with Skar!” She shouted as struggled against the vines. "NO TRUCE WITH WEAK!” She roared as a spear thrown from the darkness pierced the elder’s leg. He cried out in pain as the attack caused him to fall hard on his other knee. Falling faced down, his people reached out to assist him. Several were impaled by goblins that had charged forth with weapons, while the others readied to fend off the attack as best as they could. The fae ordered a healer to tend to the elder as he bled from his leg. "Weak!” Skar tore herself from the vines that weakened due to the elder’s injuries. "Let Skar teach fairies strength!” She marched forward and snatched the elder from the ground by the nape of his neck, holding him up with one hand. She had viciously plucked him from the young fae woman who had attempted to heal him . Skar intially held the man up as a hostage, but changed her mind as she knew this village had not an ounce of leverage. Without losing another second, Skar smashed the elder’s face into a nearby wall. "Let Skar teach fairies… She then held the old fae up again and used her other hand to grip his throat. "DEATH!” With a disturbing popping sound as tendons tore and snapped, Skar ripped the head off of the elder fae with a grunt before snarling with her now blood-splattered face. She tossed the head somewhere off into the darkness as if it had no value before backhanding the young healer who then collapsed to the ground. "Take this one as slave too! Men are meat, children are meat! Women are slave!” Skar repeated her original order when she had devised this assault. She allowed the goblins to take what they wanted as long as they kept living slaves. Any type of women would serve fine as slaves, but fae specialized in the ability to heal. Skar would make great use of them, and if they refused, she would find new uses for them for her horde. Screams and snarls continued to sound through the village.

"Skaaaar… Sol box has big story of…R-rosh... Roshmi! Big Ball! Too much talk fairy, big demon, and humenz. Big boom! Big death!” The clever goblin known as Dari reported with a wide crooked smile. In one of his small hands he held a small damp cloth sack containing his recently made snack. If the lighting was better, it would appear the dampness of the sack was from some mashed blueberry. If only it was that innocent. Sprite Village was taken quietly, but savagely nonetheless.

It had all started with the use of sweet smelling honey to lure the pixies away. Once caught, the goblins ground them in bags using stone. Some bashed sacks with stones, others bashed stones with sacks. Either way, the sacks were stained blue. Mixing in the honey for use as a snack was an afterthought. Skar snatched up the healer at her feet by the hair. The fae yelped from the sudden action and pain, looking at Skar with teary eyes and a bruised face. All the while Dari was munching on his snack.

"Ugly girl! Tell Skar of humans and Roshmi" Skar narrowed her eyes fiercely before continuing quietly. "And Skar will make you best slave." The girl continued to sob, too frightened to answer. This visibly frustrated the orc. Skar then turned her head to the vicious pillaging, drawing attention to the unbridled savagery in the cover of the darkness. It was difficult to make out everything going on, but the sounds were not deceitful. Skar faced the fairy again. "Unless ugly girl wants normal slavery."

"No… please no." The fae whimpered as she shook her head rapidly. This girl had seen orcs before, but this one… no, this was a demon. A monster.

"Deal." Skar dropped the fae to the ground. "Follow Skar, ugly girl. You are now best slave. You are now Warpact."

Avalia

FLASHBACK
Optional Read

"We can keep up!" Darius exclaimed after chugging down a very unbalanced mixture of alcohol and soda from a glass. The young man smiled amongst others within a loud hotel room before nodding to another guy across the way. "Right?"

"Of course. We gotta give these guys the head start in something." Vic, a guy who was also in his early twenties answered. He had a bulkier build, but was better dressed than the rest of the group. He and Darius had been friends for several months now. Vic was one of Darius' first clients in his shoddy personal training business. Sure, it was poor business to hang out with a client, but the two cliqued. Vic was able to introduce Darius to clients that would pay top dollar, and Darius was great company to bring to all sorts of parties and gatherings. Darius was generally familiar with some of the faces present in the expensive hotel room from previous functions. Some were past or potential clients, while others were past and potential hookups. The pregame was always a good time, but it never beat the party. The whole group was supposed to bar hop in the notorious Ybor City, but there was rumor of a potential party on someone's boat as well.

Though the evening seemed like the perfect night to go wild, Darius had very pressing obligations the following afternoon. His brother's wedding. He had sold John some excuse about meeting a few clients as his reason for missing the rehearsal today.

"Mix us another one of those!" Vic shouted. Darius' excuse to John was not a complete lie. Despite accepting the flimsy excuse, John did feel like Darius was just shirking the rehearsal. Either way, the younger of the brothers planned to have them both get a win within the next 24 hours. Darius would get his perfect night and John would have his perfect day. It was simple, he just had to pace himself...

It was simple, yet it was not done. Not done in the slightest.

With a groan, Darius found himself wincing at the sun's brightness as he rolled over. He used his arm to shield his eyes as he continued to groan. His head was throbbing and his body felt like a pile of shit. The worst part was the perpetual rocking movement. It was making the hangover a hundred times worse. Confusion was momentary. The boat! However, the feeling of concern was longer lasting. The wedding!

"Fuck! No no no. What time is it? Fuck! Shit…" His watch's hands signaled a quarter till one. He sighed as he sloppily got up into a kneeling position. He couldn't bring himself to stand up for the fear he might fall over. He saw a few others in the same state he had just been in, just lying on the deck of a boat. A boat afloat about a mile from the dock. He pulled out his phone. The blank off screen made him feel hopeless. He held the power button. Nothing… He sighed and shut his eyes for a moment, as if life would somehow take him from here and to where he needed to be.

Not today.

He tried making his way over to the helm, but had a hunch his effort were fruitless at this point.

I'm… I'm a piece of shit. I'm so... Darius couldn't think of the right word in his current state of mind or maybe he was just too afraid to think it. No one ever wants to admit just exactly how flawed and screwed up they might be. That disgusting side of them. The part that no matter how big or insignificant, it is never completely acknowledged by its owner.

He braced himself on whatever he could get his hands on as he approached the helm. Where he could see someone lying on the ground with a black buccaneer hat atop his head. Darius shook his head and tightly shut his eyes again I'm the best man… They're probably calling me… but I can't… I probably couldn't even face him anyway. Darius took a seat on the ground and just stared off towards the bay with empty eyes. Perhaps he never wanted to attend in the first place.

He blinked a few times, the tears threatened to escape his eyes. He shut them.

I'm always in his shadow… Always... Always watching him just do so well. I can't even be a good second place. Darius let his eyes open before burying his face in his hands. The tears of shame and guilt flowed from his eyes. To be something… anything. It was a desire he felt might never be satiated. The young man sobbed silently on the boat, wishing he that he could have been better.

Darius never made it to John and Erica's wedding. Many friends and family members called hours on end for him, but only managed to reach his voicemail. His inbox held messages of confusion, anger, worry, and lastly, disappointment.

When he entered his apartment he walked straight to the bedroom, placed his dead phone on the charger, and collapsed onto his bed. He was afraid to face the shame of his actions. To be so careless in making decision that led up to missing his brother's special day only meant he was… he finally found the word that fit.

Selfish.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Forest Outside Roshmi
Interaction with: @Tae Elsea, @Helo Cade, @Potter Corvina

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@Helo Cade

Dry leaves rustled towards the camp, signaling someone or something approaching.

"Cade! What are you doing with these people! THEY ARE THE WHITE MEN!" Ayita shouted as she arrived at the camp. She appeared to feel betrayed and full of anger. "I knew deep down you were just like them! Seeing you with them now tells me everything!" Ayita's hurt expression was a fleeting sight as she turned away and ran into the woods.
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@Potter Corvina

Before Elsea could answer Corvina, a light giggle sounded. One only Corvina could hear.

"Changing subjects? What's wrong? Ashamed of your family?" Linnet leaned comfortably against a tree with her arms crossed. A smile plastered on her face. "If anything we should be ashamed of you. A waste of time brat that should have been left in a dumpster. Accomplished nothing but alcoholism." Linnet sighed after speaking with such venom. A flame appeared in her palm, dancing about before grinning. I bet I'm better at this than you as well… orphan." Linnet stepped back outside of the campsite with her hands raised. Looking for a fight outside the campsite.
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@Tae Elsea

"Elsea… How can you be so trusting of these two. Especially one that plays with the flames that might have snatched away your life. Were your clansmen not as hospitable before the betrayal?" Umber only spoke to Elsea, not using an illusion. He remained unseen, using trees and distance as his concealment.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Evening
Location: Operation Humanity HQ
Interaction with: Angel @princess and Nikolaus @Potter

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When Angel stepped out to grab some food, Sean turned his head to watch her leave. One could have assumed he was just checking her out, but he was also confirming her exit. Once Sean was sure Angel was out of earshot, he turned back to Nikolaus with a smirk as the two men's eyes met.

"I guess I can see the allure, but…" Sean stopped himself and chuckled a bit. He had almost forgotten he was trying not to share too much info with the potential mole. "Anyway… it was Agent Fox's Team that got wiped out by Alexander. I figured you would have gotten word with Agent Blonsky being just down the hall. He got lucky. Alexander compelled him to kill himself. But too bad he didn't know the guy was too stupid to off himself right." He shrugged, not too worried about how Nikolaus reacted to the news.

Sean accepted the nature of the job. Most hunters hoped to go down while taking two monstrous assholes with them. Unfortunately, there were times where the monster played their role as intended and reminded hunters just how fragile they were.

When Angel returned, he caught his sandwich with finesse and tossed it over to Nikolaus.

"Catch. I don't eat cat food." Sean wrinkled his nose at the tossed tuna sandwich. When his eyes met Nikolaus' again he winked at the man as he walked away with Angel, leading her out of the room. "We'll come check on you after we're done." Almost teasing.

As the two exited the room, he led the way to the garage and then to a truck. He kept quiet on the way as he wanted to save the conversation for the road. Plus if the talk went south Angel couldn't decide to not go anymore. Once in the truck, Sean started the diesel engine and sighed

"Sorry for the wait, but I couldn't tell either of the Trotters the plan." Sean said as he fiddled with his phone for a few seconds before placing it down into one of the cupholders. "We're gonna go find Remy. That's the mission." Sean said this as a familiar whisper could be heard through the speakers of the truck. A hint of a smile was visible on Sean's face as the music played and he drove towards Ember Grove.