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The Energy Storm

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The Energy Storm

Michele & Michael

Time: Noonish
Location: In anneighboSan Francisco
Interactions:

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"Eeeyy mami, wanna have some fun?”

Michele looked behind her to see a couple of guys leaning against the edge of the building on the entrance to an alleyway. “No thanks,” she replied sweetly with a slight shake of her head. Various thoughts were running through her mind as she remembered the time she lived back in Brazil. People, especially women, had to have a good head on their shoulders to avoid the everyday bullshit they had to put up with. Here in the states, it was nowhere near as bad, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come across an asshole or two every now and then.

She continued walking and not a moment later she felt a tug on her arm. One of the guys had approached her, with a rather strong grip at that. ”C’mon, we promise it’ll be fast," he smirked, motioning at his friend to join him. ”This is mi amigo, Jorge, he’s looking for a pretty girlfriend like you."

It was then Michele decided enough was enough. With her free hand, she reached inside her purse to pull out a switchblade. Jorge noticed what was going on in time and kicked her hand, knocking the weapon down to the sidewalk. He then grabbed that same wrist while his other hand wrapped around her neck to push her against the building. By then, his friend Miguel who had done all the talking had let go of her.

”Oh you think you a bad bitch, huh? Well we worse," Jorge added in a threatening voice. Michele attempted to kick him but he pushed himself against her to avoid being hit.

"Whoa! What the fuck is this!" Michael's angered voice boomed as he approached briskly. Miguel quickly put himself between Michael and Jorge.

"How bout you back up and mind your fuckin' business! Keep it moving moreno!" Miguel nodded his head in the direction he felt Michael should be moving while keeping his eyes on him.

Michael clenched his jaw as he looked past Miguel.

"Move!" Michael attempted to forcefully push past Miguel who grabbed him and in that instance electricity discharged from his body. It wasn't lethal, but enough to make the man release him all while falling backward to the ground due to the sudden jolt to his muscles.

Jorge looked behind him, seeing his friend taking a fall. He got enraged, the palm of his hands warming up until they became hot enough to burn. Michele took the chance while he was distracted and kneed him in the groin, taking him by surprise. The man took a few steps back, curling in pain and that's when Michele punched him in the face with all her might. She didn't hesitate to duplicate herself, and Jorge's eyes widened when five bodies were suddenly on him. Michael had also been taken aback by the sudden appearance of Michele's duplicates. He kept his distance, unsure what to do next, something he might regret later

Michele then picked up the knife and with one knee knelt by his shoulder. "Vá para o inferno," she whispered about to fatally stab him in the face.

"Wait!" Michael called out instinctively, with his hand outreach. "Huh?"Witnessing sudden electrical sparks danced across his fingertips caused him to stop in motion, recoiling from the sight of his newfound powers.

Someone called out to her. Michele turned her head and noticed the man who had arrived to help her. The look on his face was...interesting, almost as if he were surprised by his abilities. Confident her clones would take care of Jorge, she handed the blade to one of them and stood up to face him.

“Thanks for your help. Are you—“ Michele stopped, realizing just then her wrist and her neck felt like they were on fire. “Ow! What did he do?” She looked down and noticed the red mark on her wrist. Was the bastard going to burn her alive?

"It's not a problem. I was just uh… wait, what the hell… did he do to you?" Concerned, Michael took a step toward Michele, noticing first-degree burns in the shape of the thug's hands on her neck and wrist. "He's an altered…" Michael said softly, almost as if he was commenting entirely to himself as he glanced f at the man at the mercy of the woman's clones. "You are too…" Michael wasn't sure what he should do now, but staying here wasn't a good plan. He looked around and noticed a few onlookers.

"We should get out of here. Walk, drive, or skip, I don't care either way. The cops aren't going to be cool if they show up and I find us… in this." He motioned his hand towards the clones and the two men on the ground.

"I agree.”

One of her clones then got up, smiling at Michele as she handed over the weapon. She hadn’t stabbed the man, merely held the blade against his neck. Still smiling, she simply disappeared from sight as so did the rest. “In here,” Michele motioned towards the alley, having Michael follow her. She could see the other side led into a street that wouldn’t have so many prying eyes on them. “You saved me back there, I owe you.”

"It was nothing. You and… the others did most of the work." He commented humbly.

As she walked rather briskly, Michele was holding her injured wrist, feeling the heat radiating to her hand. “What’s your name? I’m Michele.” She looked behind her to see if anyone was following them, but no one had entered the alley.

"I'm Michael…" He furrowed his brows as he kept up with Michele. "Do you need to ice it?" He looked around as if he was going to find a mystical pallet of ice bags.

"I probably should, yeah...”

They walked some more until they reached the other end of the alley. Michele looked both ways, seeing business going on as usual. “Alright, we should be okay for now. Come on.”

She then headed in the same direction she was heading before. “Care to come to the store with me? I feel like I might need more than just ice."

"Sure thing." He had no reason to decline. He wanted to help, and this was the first altered he had met outside of Floyd, Rita, and Luna. He gave her a warm smile before the two headed to the store. The cashier had stared frequently at Michele, wondering how she received those burns. The cashier also had stared at Michael, wondering if he was the culprit. Like any other large city, people minded their business, so wondering was the most the cashier did outside of cashing the purchase of an ice bag, two blue gatorades, and a pack of spearmint gum. Michael paid, not giving Michele a chance to retort. He was deliberate about it.

Once the two exited the corner store, Michael took a swig out of one of the gatorade bottles before dumping both out. He then filled the empty wide-mouth bottles with ice from the large ice bag. He offered one of the bottles to Michele.

"Use this for your neck and give me your wrist." He aimed to help her out ice on both spots at once. "Is home close?"

Michele extended her arm while putting the bottle up to her neck. Upon contact, she winced a little in response to the pain. “Yeah, it’s not that far, just two blocks away. I’ve never even seen those guys before,” she added, shaking her head.

A while later, the two arrived at Michele’s apartment. As soon as one entered, the kitchen was off to the right and the living room area to the left. There was a dining table in between the two spaces near the balcony, that which was straight ahead, taking the entire length from wall to wall. Her bedroom would be off to the far left corner as the balcony extended to the bedroom as well, and the bathroom was off to the right behind the kitchen. It wasn't on the scale of Floyd's condo, but the place was nicely set up. Tidy, like a one-bedroom ought to be.

“Come on in.” She held the door open for him, inviting him inside. His eyebrows raised, but he didn't hesitate to take the invitation to enter. He shut the door behind him and followed Michele into the living room area to take a seat on her chocolate brown sectional couch. He sat adjacent to her, giving her a clear viewing of the now black television screen.

"Powers… I still can't believe it. I got into a superpower fight. If you can even call it that." Michael chuckled trying to make light of the very bizarre situation. Knowing powers existed and having them was like night and day.

“They’re something alright,” Michele went on, “it’s just a matter of getting used to them. And to think, had I been back in Brazil I would have never had my own. Not that I can fly or walk through walls,” she added with a bit of a laugh, “but it’s definitely something to get used to. If I may,” Michele pulled away the bottle of ice to give her neck a break. She also repositioned herself to make herself more comfortable, "I think you need to figure out how to control your power and you also need to figure out just how powerful it can be. I heard there have been numerous cases of Altered accidentally killing themselves because they weren’t aware of their own strength." Michael winced at the thought of that happening to him. Dying from his own powers would be horrible.

"It's like a weapon in a way…" He took a pause, knowing Michele's words were the hard truth. "You seem to have a good grip on yours. Mine aren't the same, but there should be some type of likeness, right?" He held his hands out, cupping them. Michele backed away just the slightest, a bit preoccupied as to what would occur. "If I focus on my hands, I can make it…" bluish-purple electricity started to course and gather in his palms. "There!"

“See, that’s good! You concentrated on what you needed to do and you made it happen. I’m not gonna lie, it took me a while to get the hang of it."

"The only problem is, Sometimes I do it without trying to. During that scuffle… and at work which almost made me lose my job. Did your powers ever go without you trying to?"

“They did, yes, that’s how I found out about them. But the learning process shouldn’t take all that long, you just need to find a safe place to practice.” It seemed easier said than done for Michael, but what else was he meant to do. His powers weren't that crazy anyway. He basically had taser hands.

"So kind of like anything else in life. Practice makes perfect." It was then Michele realized something. “Oh, um, I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before, do you want anything to drink by the way?"

"Sure, what do you have? You take me as the exclusively water type of person." He jested.

She got up, laughing a little. “I’ve learned not to judge people too quickly,” Michele added, walking over to the kitchen, “so if you want juice, I have that. If you want something a little bit stronger, I have too,” she smirked and he smirked back.

"I'll take stronger for sure. What's your poison?" He was glad to have met Michele? She was friendly and was someone he saw himself spending time with.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have just one...rum, wine, tequila, or vodka?”

Michele poured herself some wine, not wanting to drink anything too heavy this early in the day. She then walked over to Michael and handed him his

The Energy Storm

Michael & Nyssa

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Michael had been a bit on edge since hitting the old woman who had crossed so suddenly in front of the SUV. He was quite quiet, at least until he was addressed by Nyssa after parking and exiting the vehicle. He had been planning on leaving and grabbing a meal, so talking to Nyssa in her office right now was the only option he had. Michael had wondered what Nyssa wanted to discuss. Worst case, he got fired and would have to go to his roommate Floyd for a new side gig. He'd survive, right?

"Sure, we can talk now." Michael answered. The two, with the security detail, made their way to Nyssa's office.

Nyssa had to admit she respected Michael for wanting to get on with it straight away, plus it was a nice temporary distraction from the mess going on around her. Well, it wasn’t all bad, and considering the short time frame, everything was going better than even she expected. Vincent, her head bodyguard, led them to her temporary setup office. She could catch up with the situation at the camp once she had spoken with Michael first. Once they arrived at the office Nyssa asked the security detail to wait outside as she wanted to speak with Michael in private. Resting her hand on Vincent’s left shoulder she reassured him it would be okay to just wait outside the door and make sure no one would disturb them. She trusted him implicitly for he had been protecting her since she was little.

No guards? So maybe I'm not getting fired. Why would I anyway?

Once the room was cleared of her guard and Vincent shut the door, Nyssa went round to the side of her desk before delicately going through some paperwork from her case which was in a folder. Looking towards her driver.

“I have a couple of things I would like to discuss with you, but I will get straight to the point with the first one, I saw what happened in the car…” Nyssa paused for a moment letting out a soft sigh, it had been a tough few days for her. Michael's eyes widened some, first wondering what Nyssa could b Le referring to. At least until the second question was shot off.“So I want you to be honest with me, how long have you known?” After asking this she found the folder she was looking for and put it on the side of her desk. Her gaze was fully back on Michael at this point.

It was a little intimidating, but he kept on a confident face. There was no use acting stupid, but would he just tell his employer he had powers.

"Can you be a little more specific Ms. Devout? If it's about the music, I can switch up the playlist. Go with some Faouzia or Katy Perry. Anything really." He tried to plead. Maybe it was about that and not his screw-up with his powers.

Nyssa was not totally impressed with his response, Of course, she knew how he felt, especially after all the laws the president pumped out. Little did he know that she knew exactly how Mike would feel. She had powers too and is also part of a powerful corporation. Leaning back against her desk and folded her arms. “Don’t play coy with me, Mr. Hayes, I will get straight to the point, I saw your little sparkle display.”

Shit! It was written on his face. And then came the lowered gaze of defeat.

"Okay… you got me, but listen. I just got my powers today. Literally this morning." He looked behind himself at the door and then took a big step forward and made his voice a bit quieter. "If you could just keep this between us. I'll get some more control and the sparkle display will never happen again."

There was a moment of silence from Nyssa, gauging him as she thought. “I believe you.” pausing for a moment, she surprisingly never backed away when her driver had stepped closer. ”I apologise if I was to forward with you Mr. Hayes, I can understand your situation with being Altered and with the passing of those laws will have you exceptionally concerned, especially after what happened in town yesterday.” She relaxed a little. “Should anyone ask about… your newfound gifts, I will deny having any knowledge of what you are, however, If you can’t avoid the accidental display of your abilities in public, of course, it will be much harder if others know.”

"Okay… and thanks. Trust me, I won't go around trying to be a superhero… or villain. Driver by day and driver by night." He appeared to have calmed down, especially since he was keeping his job.

Nyssa had finally cracked a smile during the whole conversation. To her it felt like Michael had a pretty good grasp on his current situation, she was thankful for that as she too had to come quickly to grips with things herself. “Good.” she would reply before unfolding her arms and turning around to pick up the folder she pulled out earlier before facing him once more. “So the second thing I wanted to talk about is your job Mike.” Once again she became more formal within the privacy of the office.

Nyssa handed over the folder to Mike for him to look over. He eyed it but did not open it. Most of his attention was on Nyssa. “You see, despite what stupid laws our dear President Forrester put in place, I already saw a loophole, Astraea Corporation does not fall under the category for occupations or professions that an altered is banned from, and as such you won’t be losing your job.” She allowed that to sink in for a moment.

“In that folder is a new contract, plenty to look through, but the gist is the pay is pretty much the same, however, Astraea will cover your medical expenses should for any reason you get hurt while working, and considering it is San Francisco, I have also thrown in hazard bonus pay, however, you don’t have to sign or anything like that straight away, take it with you and go through the paperwork and give it some thought before you decide okay.”

He opened the folder slightly, glimpsing a very wordy document at the top of the rest. No doubt the rest were just as wordy, but a long read was worth the prospect of essentially a bonus… well more than that. Hazard Pay and medical coverage while on the job was a big step up. He briefly smiled before his face showed a slight wariness.

"Things are going to get more serious aren't they? Or you at least predict things will." He shut the folder.

Nyssa moved over to the window to look out of it for a moment, overlooking the makeshift prefab camp she pushed to get set up once again crossing her arms, it was probably obvious that things were weighing heavily on her but she would do her best to keep her focus, but even she could tell things were going to get harder by the minute. “I mean look at this.” she pointed out of the window. “When I pushed to get Astraea into humanitarian aid to help others, I never imagined in my lifetime I would have to be giving here, I think things are already serious Mike. I won’t lie, I fear yesterday was only a glimpse of things to come. I only hope to god I am wrong.”

"You and I both… But she's still out there. People like her and Forrester are gonna make things tough. Especially people like me." He knew he stated he would become a superhero, but what else can stop an altered like Lori except another altered?

Nyssa was tempted to hint she was like him, but refrained herself, the fewer people that knew the better for now. Instead, she adjusted her suit before turning to Michael. “I agree, If one is not careful, power can corrupt.” Nyssa paused before a smile crept onto her lips. “I just remembered something my mother told me once. She said 'I believe there’s a hero inside all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble'… It's a fond memory, but I believe in it. Despite the evil things happening out there.” Michael smiled back at her.

"It's a good thing to believe in. To hold onto." He gave a few self-assuring nods and shut the folder in his hands. "I'll look this over today and tell you what I think, Nyssa. Wouldn't want to keep you from all this good you're doing." He nodded at Nyssa,

“I appreciate it, Mike. I am only doing what I hope anyone else would do” Nyssa smiled. “Take your time, I honestly don’t see myself going anywhere in a hurry, but you know where to find me or contact me, But for now, I shall let you go. It looks like I got a busy camp to run, when you leave can you tell Vincent to come in and Mike, Stay safe out there okay.” Nyssa nodded.

Michael backed away with a bright smile. Nyssa had to be the greatest boss he ever had by far.

"Sure thing. And you take care too, Nys." He returned the nod before turning towards the door. After opening it, he made his exit. Vincent was eerily close to the door, making Michael slightly jump. "Oh! Uh… she wants to talk to you." Michael informed with an uneasy smile.

Vincent nodded in response, his face stern as usual. Michael was sure the man had a high body count. He wouldn't ask though.

Young Justice

Location: HQ ➡️ Jet ➡️ La Hoya
Interactions: Talon & Squad 🐝

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The reactions from his squad after mentioning the worst-case scenario didn't phase Rain in the slightest. In fact, it was what he expected. As he entered his room to suit up, the young man could recall his first time hearing of a plan including the option of leaving others behind if necessary. It was not an option he enjoyed, but it was needed for certain missions, especially those that were covert. To be a ghost of sorts. Commit an action without anyone knowing of it nor your presence. In this case, your true presence.

After wearing some added layering, Rain equipped his suit, wearing all but the hood and visored mask. For the rest of the hour of preparation, Rain tested his equipment, reviewed the mission brief again, and grabbed some leftover pizza with peanut butter spread on it for the trip.

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Jet

Rain remained quiet for the most part on the jet, seated with a navy blue backpack resting between his feet. The packaged turkey and cheddar sandwich Daphne had given him was inside, waiting to be eaten later. He didn't know how to react to the gesture, because he found a few things off about it. Rain wondered why the girl was paying so much attention to certain details about everyone. It reminded him of his own observations, except the information she collected pertained to favorite foods and colors. Then there was the delivery. There were either no words exchanged or no handover at all. Just an item to accept for no stated reason. But like her, it was harmless and nothing to weigh too heavily.

Talon taking the seat across from him helped take Rain away from his thoughts. He hoped Talon did not decide to sit there and glare at him for seven hours. Luckily, this was not the case.

"I put you in charge of Squad B because I need someone I can trust to lead the others. Don't think I need you to play babysitter. You're only leading Squad B because of that reason. Everything is riding on this mission."

"I agree. Everything is riding on this mission. I don't care about why you placed me in a position to lead. I will just lead... to ensure our team's success." He said calmly before his eyes narrowed at Talon. "Don't address me like I'm one of them. Any issues we have outside of this… are outside of this." He was open to working with Talon or anyone for that matter if it meant the mission's success.

It was hard to see the faces on this plane as expendable to a mission objective, but unfortunately, it was an option. Perhaps the last option, akin to an animal gnawing off a trapped limb to save itself.

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La Hoya

Rain now had both his mask and hood equipped, his eyes on Talon who appeared as if he was going to address the group. About what, he wondered, but not for very long. We can do without this. He took a step away to visually survey the area just as Talon spoke. As the squads were dismissed Rain turned to his group he could quite clearly due to his enhanced vision.

"Remember. Observe and report. Simple yet crucial. I will let you determine your vantage points, but I will recommend changes if necessary. Remaining hidden is key. I'd sacrifice any of you not being able to see anything if it meant none of us are seen. Ensure your earpieces are set up and now would be the best time to address any concerns. Coal can you recon ahead of us. You're the least conspicuous." Rain would probably never verbalize it now, but Coal would turn out to be a very useful asset.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Location: Throne Room, Hume Empire
Interaction:

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"M'lord? Do you think?" One of the thrones' young brunette servants asked a blonde male who shrugged with a perplexed look upon his face. They had been on their way to deliver Emperor Dragan his hourly snack. A necessity that gave the great ruler strength and vitality during the entirety of the day. It was needed even more now. News of the Witch's victories left the Emperor stressed… No, not stressed. Never that. Her victories left him hungry for vengeance! Or so that's what his subordinates spread to the masses. The emperor's weight was indeed a measure of the passion he felt for his people, and he was a very large man.

"Emperor?" She was afraid to touch the emperor as she was much too lowly to under any other circumstance. Part of her screamed at her to leave, as to not be a suspect in the death of the Jaelhorn Dragan. She turned to the young man, but...

"Huh?! What?! What the…" Jaelhorn blinked a few times as he took in his surroundings. The large throne room, the extremely comfortable throne, the two young adults that looked upon him in wonder, his… his gut? Fat fingers, double chin, moist crevices… "What in the actual hell?! Why… What the hell happened to me?! Where the hell am I?!" The servants startled, actually ran in a panic, exiting the throne room thinking the emperor had gone mad. The silver trays were tossed and food was scattered across the ground. Dumplings, the emperor's favorite snack.

"Hey! Who… forget it." Jaelhorn stood up from his chair… well he tried. "How did I get so fat that I can't even…" He sighed as he put some more effort into standing from the throne. "Ugh! There we go." He looked down at his body with a frown. Placing both hands on his large stomach, he shook it.
"Ugh… how? This is…"

It hit him. His last memory before this place. Shot dead in an elevator. Hell. This is hell, isn't it? I'm a fat man… On a throne. A fat king? He reached up to his head and removed the gold and red crown to look upon. It and the many rings on his finger glistened in the light overhead. A fat king eh? Fuck it, I'll take it. Just have to work out some. He shrugged and sat back down, putting the crown back on.

"Ahem! I require assistance in my throne room!" He announced. Perhaps he'll enjoy this. The seat was really comfortable too.

Young Justice

Location: Communications Complex
Interactions: Squad 🐝

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Aleen'a's questions on what the plan might be if the enemy were to discover the presence of the team caused Viktor to lower his phone. He silently looked at his squad and then at Talon who was a bit away. It was his call to make, but Viktor felt he knew well enough what the plan should be. Once his eyes returned to his squad, he answered.

"If our team is discovered, our squad will bound back together and regroup with the team at the extraction point. We will not assist the other squad in escaping the facility if it hinders our squad's movement to the extraction point. Worst case, we leave them… And Brightheart, wear…" Viktor looked up at the screen displaying some of the information regarding the mission. "Wear dark gray."

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Location: Sealed Tower
Interaction: @Thinslayer The Witch

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Lex's eyebrows rose with the first inhale of his cigarette as he watched the mysterious woman remove her hood. Her strands of hair caught his eyes. Silver and wispy… a great difference from gray and thinned. When her hands reached for her mask, he kept his eyes fixed on her. Enya stared too, remaining quiet to respect their conversation. It's not like she had anything to add. In fact, she desired to learn something from this interaction, from both the Witch and Lex.

He exhaled out of the side of his mouth as the mask was removed, and beneath it, a face was revealed. Her face. He blinked a few times, staring straight ahead while the woman took a seat beside him. His mind briefly flashed to the partially drawn sketch he worked on just before this. What really did this world mean to him? What did this woman mean to him?

He met her gaze and smiled back at the Witch. Her proposal seemed fair enough.

"I'll trade you the story, the plan, and my name for a cigarette."

"Deal. Nothing like a cigarette with company." He did wonder about the value of a single cigarette in this world. The woman knew what it was, sure, but maybe it wasn't a luxury here. "Good company." He added, still smiling as he passed her a cigarette. He held up the lighter, prepared to charitably light her cigarette with it.

Ha! I picked the coolest reincarnation ever! He might fight for us for sure! I just have to make sure he remembers who he's made a pact with. ME! I mean the Witch is great, but she has to come second. It's just the way these things work.

The Energy Storm

Time: Noon
Location: Starbucks
Interaction:

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The gritty former Liberty agent sat quietly at a table within Starbucks, enjoying a tall bitter black cafe americano. Fitting.

Marcus managed to purchase a new phone and got his contacts and number back in order. He mentally cursed Jennifer Donovan for upsetting so much that he neglected it in the process of using his powers.

The instance presented a flaw in his power use that he had shrugged off for far too long. If he was going to work alone, he needed to get a grip on how much heat he generated. He needed to do something he hadn't done in a long while.

Train.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Location: Sealed Tower
Interaction: @Thinslayer The Witch

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Enya's eyes drew back to Lex as she felt his discomfort.

]"Listen, this is just as weird for me as it is for you… Well…" She actually thought about it for a moment. "Okay maybe it's a little worse on your end, but look you got me, the greatest flame sprite, Enya!" Enya landed on the edge of the coffin and performed a short bow. As great as she thought her gesture and greeting were, Lex still felt a bit uneasy, especially right now.

"What are you lookin' at?" Enya questioned as she noticed Lex looking past her.

"Her." He quickly answered while nodding towards the tall masked and cloaked woman who stole his attention. To say he wasn't a bit startled would be a lie. And he still didn't know what was going on or where he was. However, he tried not to show it. At most, he simply appeared cautious and alert.

Enya had peered over her shoulder seeing the Witch in the doorway. Her initial expression displayed fear. Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She decided to smile big. She had done something good after all. Right?

"You are the ninth." Her statement caused him to narrow his eyes as he tried to piece together the little bit of context he could gather. His worries managed to settle some when he was offered a hand by the white-masked stranger. There was just something about her that he couldn't quite place. Is this the witch?

"Seventh to awaken within this tower. You are not alone in having reincarnated here. Welcome to Aion. I trust you have some questions." And he had plenty.

Getting up, he faced the stranger, his eyes fixed on hers through the mask. He had already slightly digested some of what was going on, despite being in calm disbelief. So far he knew he was the seventh person to be reincarnated in this place that happened to be a tower. Not only that, he was in a completely different world known as Aion.

"Way too many if I'm going to be honest." Lex answered casually. As odd as everything was, would it be so bad to just go along with it. Best case, he was in an epic lucid dream. Worst case, he was really reincarnated into a world similar to many he had designed on the pages of comic books. The range of best and worst weren't all that bad, and the realization almost eased his mood a bit.

"I think the two best questions to ask would be, why was I 'awoken' here? And is there some kind of crisis I should know about?" He instinctively patted his pants pockets. A grin spread across his lips as he felt a single pack of cigarettes and a lighter too! "It's usually the deal in stories like this." Lex leaned heavily on his knowledge of literature... How could he not? He retrieved a cigarette and held it close to his lips. "Name's Lex by the way." He then lit the cigarette with his lighter. It would help him relax some more.

The Energy Storm, Superhuman RP

Hello 😁. Looking for additional players who are interested in a story about people suddenly acquiring powers after a massive energy storm. We aren't too far along and the plot is relatively easy to jump into. More details below.

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