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It's pretty much done, but there's probably a lot of editing to be done in terms of grammar and stuff. I wanted to get it up now, though, because I most likely won't be on for the rest of the night.

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Yeah could work as long as its checked and balanced. An easy 'Minerva' classification.


Maybe also worth thinking about an in-character reason for why his ability wouldn't effect other characters, or perhaps why he chooses not to use it on his allies. Just my two cents.

maybe for some reason it don't work on hypes. my two cents make five. :3


Well, you know, moral high ground and stuff. I reckon it'd work on hypes, just that it probably puts a greater toll on him. But yeah, cheers, Wraith. I'll start work on it soon.

So, like, Imma work on a CS soon. Would a guy that can enter someone else's mind and effectively control them for a brief period of time (a "mindjack", I guess) be okay? I'll limit this for use on NPCs, of course. Unless you guys want me to control your characters. Weirdos.
Sorry for the delay in posts, I got a little sidetracked this past week or so. But anyways, here's one!





//START PLAYBACK//

[We view the scene from above, tucked into the upper corner of the room. It’s small, dark, with concrete walls and concrete flooring, a single light suspended from the ceiling; no more than a light bulb clinging onto a thin tangle of wires. Directly below it lies a man bound to an operating table, straps restricting his arms, legs and head from moving. The security camera is of great quality, the best that can be afforded, and so it’s easy to tell that he’s afraid. Sweat beads on his forehead, dark patches of it visible on his clothes – a tank top and boxers. His jacket and pants lay discarded on the floor, next to the feet of John King, dressed smartly in a suit and tie, a saw held in his right hand. A vicious sneer adorns King’s face. He’s furious – but more than that – he’s enjoying this.]

JOHN KING: So, tell me again, Mr. Morgan… What exactly were you tasked with doing last night?

MACK MORGAN: Y-you wanted me to kill th-that gang leader… Tobias Whale.

JOHN KING: And what, pray tell, happened?

MACK MORGAN: I-I messed up. There was a shootout. Then – then this girl – Green Arrow’s sidekick –

JOHN KING: Speedy.

MACK MORGAN: She crashed through one of the windows, started – she started beating everyone up, left and right. I-I’m telling you, sir, she didn’t look like no sidekick. Sh-she took care of everyone – even knocked Whale unconscious – and then she… she turned on me. She asked me who s-sent me… W-why I wanted to kill Whale...

[King rests the sawblade on Morgan’s throat. He’s seething.]

JOHN KING: And what… did you tell her?

MACK MORGAN: Please… Mr. King…

JOHN KING: WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?!

[Morgan closes his eyes, trying to jerk his head away from King. The bonds hold him tight, however, and all he can do is wriggle as he weeps in fear.]

MACK MORGAN: I – I only told her that the King sent me. P-please, Mr. King, I didn’t expose you! She knows nothing!

[He breaks into a fresh bout of crying. This time, he doesn’t hold any of it back. His tears fall freely to the floor.]

JOHN KING: Hmm. I suppose so.

[King lifts the saw from his neck, turning away from Morgan in mock-contemplation – then in one quick, fluid motion, turns back to slit his former employee’s throat. Blood cascades from the wound. Some of it seeps into King’s suit, a spray of dark red, appearing as if out of a Jackson Pollock painting. Faint choking sounds can be heard as the life slowly leaves Morgan’s body. King wipes a stray spatter of blood from his cheek.]

JOHN KING: Idiot. Of course you exposed me. These capes are nothing if not persistent. She won’t stop until she finds out who I am, and brings down everything I stand for.

[He takes out his phone and taps the screen, then holds it against his ear.]

JOHN KING: Polly. I need you to get me in touch with the hitman – Onomatopoeia, yes, that one.

[He sneers.]

JOHN KING: I have a job for him.

//END PLAYBACK//
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It won't kill him. But its basically like getting slapped in the face repeatedly, even at room temperature. So it'll piss him off. A lot.


Seeing how that's Andy's intention... awesome.
...So Andy decided to sit next to the Martian while covered in fire? RIP.


Well, it's room temperature fire, so I figured... Uh... That it wouldn't kill S'tann?

I can always edit to make it that Andy powered down when he sat next to him.
ANDY

31st October, 2025

Andy was thankful that the ARC session ended when it had. The subsequent panic of some alien crashing onto campus was enough to distract him from confronting Aiden about what he’d done. After he felt that he was sufficiently filled in on what had happened by the eager-to-gossip student body, Andy had given deep thought as to what had transpired, and came to the conclusion that, given the circumstances, Aiden had only done what was expected of him, however sociopathic it was. So, with little hesitation, Andy pushed it out of his mind, glad to be done with a moral battle that would otherwise force him to take things seriously.

He was giddy with excitement as he woke up to the wonderful morning of Halloween. It was never much of a thing to celebrate with his family in Australia, and so he resolved to make up for it at Corrigan; this year’s costume was going to put everyone else's to shame. He was going to win ‘Best Halloween Costume’ in the yearbook for sure.

Donning his all-leather outfit, he pulled a skull mask over his head, adjusting its position so the eyeholes would align. With all of the tangible parts of his costume in place, he flared fire around his head, making sure to keep it at room temperature. Sure, it defied logic, but from his experience, in a world where you couldn’t turn right without running into a superhero, pretty much everything did. He also liked to think that logic knew better than to mess with his powers, because they were his and his alone to tell what to do.

Grabbing a chain he’d nicked from the bike racks outside the dorms, he exited his room, making his way to the holy goodness that was breakfast.

With a pile of waffles stacked high on his tray, he began to browse the mess hall for any costumes that matched his. Satisfied that there weren’t, he spotted Mari waving him over, probably recognising him from the fire blazing around his head. That, and he’d made sure to repeatedly tell her and Freddy that he was going as Ghost Rider on the days leading up to Halloween.

Grinning beneath his skull mask, he began to stride towards the half-Tamaranean, only to stop himself once he saw who else was approaching her: S’tann. His grin widening from ear to ear, he continued on his way to the table. Man, I knew that it was gonna be a good day, but this is too much.

For a brief moment he considered sitting opposite S’tann, next to Mari, but after giving it the briefest of thoughts, he decided against it. He wanted to sit next to his favourite Martian, and he was sure that the feeling was reciprocated.

So, standing behind S’tann, he waited for the guy to finish talking, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the topic of conversation. Of course he was still going on about the ARC session. Of course. Allowing the insult he not-so-subtly threw at Mari to fly over his head, Andy set his food tray down next to S’tann’s, exclaiming, “Stan, my man!” as he sat a mere foot away from him. “Glad to see you joined the cool kids,” he continued, pausing to place a hand on the alien’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you, buddy.”

Beneath his mask, his grin only continued to widen. Today was going to be one for the history books. He felt it.
Fiiiine.
Still here, bro.
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