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This whole obstacle course thing was beginning to excite Molly, as it was right up her alley. No powers? No problem. Good thing she left Vulcanus in her room, with the weight on him, she wouldn't be able to lug him anywhere without her powers. As the instructor, Mammoth, informed the class on what they would be doing, she couldn't help but jitter and giggle in anticipation, she had taken a back seat to the other students but now she would get her time in the spotlight, as befits The Champ. He twirled a single platinum lock of her curly, waist-length hair in around her index finger, bouncing on the spot where she was standing with the rest of the class. _'Time for The Champ to enter the ring and bring the smackdown. Madame Smash gonna sweep away... Sweep away? Did that sound right? Don't want it to sound too aggressive, otherwise a fight might break out.'_ She mused to herself, pondering on the best entrance message and drifting further on to try and think up the best intro music to suit this occasion.

Would we be able to jump in now? Maybe with an excuse like getting lost in the facility or something?

I'm willing. Sign me up if it does pick up.

The boat rocked with the waves, uneasy upon the open sea as the dark clouds roiled maliciously, displaying their fury in the sky at the boat's forward. Stuck in the boat by herself and the storm was knocking on her door, she couldn't feel her legs and the frigid sea bit at her skin like an angry dog at the bone. The frost seemed to pass through her skin and waft over her bones, chilling her to the core. The boat began to rock harder, threatening to overturn. There was a great crack as the boat met rock, a loud splitting of wood before everything went dark. The feeling of motion sickness hit her as soon as she came back to the conscious world, her vision swayed and twisted slowly as waves of dizziness fogged up her thoughts and brought her hands to the sides of her head in an attempt to steady it. Dreaming was always unpleasant after helping people, but it didn't always make sense. Her hair looked something like a bramble bush, all messy and scraggly, she obviously shifted in her sleep. The shirt she was wearing was still slick with blood and crusted with burnt flesh, but the skin beneath was smooth and clear with slight paling where the burn originally was. She looked down and lifted her shirt to observe before sighing. _'Gotta have my medals I guess.'_, she mused to herself as she put the shirt back down again and turned her head to look at this... stranger. The fact that he had spoken hadn't even registered to her until after a few seconds of her staring at him in confusion. "O-oh! Uhhh -- yeah. Yeah, I guess. Just a bit dizzy and queasy, y'know? It'll pass in a moment. Are you injured at all? Did you need tending to?" She stood slowly, a hand clutched over her stomach to guard against what she could only describe as potential pain, or phantom pain. The fact that her stomach wounds had healed was nothing out of the ordinary to her, so she didn't question it too much. That sunbathing nap must have done the trick. She looks to the man at her side for a moment with a quizzical furrow of her brow, eyes making for an unintentionally piercing stare. "Who exactly _ARE_ you? I haven't seen you around these parts before, man." She questioned with a hint of cautious scepticism, taking a small step back in the process.

Changing an object's respective gravitational field COULD have an effect on other objects, mild pulling forces and such but nothing really beyond that. I think that the effect would be more concentrated on WHAT it is that Molly is targeting, unless she were just projecting an altered gravitational field in the nearby area, in which case it just gets harder for people to move. I don't think she would be able to affect the gravity of the ground itself because 1. Ground is usually very expansive and much larger than she is able to affect, and 2. The effect that I'm thinking of is more like making the gravity AROUND someone or something more intense, so it would just make it heavier at best. If it were to affect things around the target by ways of pulling or vice versa, that would be a gravity well, which she can't do to living things and can barely do to inanimate objects, and not just an increase in gravity. Does that make sense?

I am more than willing to change it, if need be. Could make it have a much shorter range of around 10m base and 20m at max, or make it limited by ways of saying that biological matter is harder for her to comprehend because it isn't static like an inanimate object is, and therefore she can't actually attribute a gravity well or pull to a human being. So at best she'd be able to make it hard for someone to move, or make them hit the ground a bit harder, which might have a negative effect if to were someone like Mammoth because being heavier, for him, equals hitting harder.

**Name:** Molly Truman **Alias:** Madame Smash **Age:** 15 **Gender:** Female **Skills:** **_THE CHAMP IS HERE_** - Avid wrestling and boxing enthusiast. Very familiar with a variety of grapples and holds as well as hand-to-hand combat. **_I'LL SEE YOU IN THE RING, BROTHER_** - Very skilled in the art of taunting, intimidation and showmanship. Sometimes leads to unnecessary show-boating. **_BEND BUT NEVER BREAK, BOW BUT NEVER SUBMIT_** - Possesses an unusually high willpower and tolerance for punishment. **Powers:** **_GRAVITY MANIPULATION_** - The ability to affect local forces of gravity. Can be used to create an environment that is heavier or lighter than usual Earth conditions or adjust an object's weight, give objects their own gravitational pull or expand gravity wells, flatten or compress objects, repel and attract matter in a similar fashion to telekinesis. This ability is limited to a very local range, from 20m at base power and 50m at highest power. The magnitude and pressure able to be exerted is also dependant on Holly's will to fight and survive. No morale means less power. She has trouble affecting objects much bigger than a dumpster, requiring more concentration and willpower. **Equipment:** A monstrous two-handed hammer of unknown metal. Extremely durable. Named 'Vulcanus'. A respirator attached to her mask, to be used as a focus to assist in breathing normally when local oxygen is heavier than usual. **Personality:** Boisterous, brash, bold and brave. A severe narcissist and sometimes unnecessarily crude in her manner of speech and general attitude. What would you expect from a 15 year old? A 15 year old with a penchant for WRASSLIN' that is. Molly is too much energy in too little of a body and as a result she is very prone to outbursts, either of excitement or aggression. Far from level-headed or strategic, she is fond of charging straight into the action and assaulting head on. Head-strong and hammer stronger, she has no qualms about collateral damage. **History:** Living in a household as the only female child is tough. Living with 9 other brothers is even tougher. Add being the youngest child in the pack on top of that and you have got yourself a recipe for difficult existing. This was Molly's home life. Only daughter to the semi-famous wrestler 'Behemoth', Molly lived as a kitten in a den of lions. Family life was first come, first served and it was always last place for her. Through all this hardship and strife, she learned to cope. She learned to hit harder, jump higher and be more ruthless than any and all of her brothers combined. So she likes to think, at least. In reality, she is just the one out of her siblings who took most after her father. As the rest went to pursue their own interests, such as the arts or sciences, Molly wanted nothing more than for her father to be proud of her. Eventually this vying for attention and reassurance drew her to theft and breaking and entering as the fight for her father's affections grew from performing a perfect form stomach-to-stomach suplex to performing the perfect diamond store smash-and-grab. As her father delved deeper and deeper into the world of organised crime, descending from the world of entertainment, she found that even though she was being dragged down with him, she enjoyed the attention she received on the news bulletins and in the newspapers. She loved it when she caught a glimpse of her mugshot plastered on an alley wall or a signpost. After much soul-searching (read: more crime and mischief) she realised that it wasn't her father's attention that she was seeking, it was her father's attention-seeking nature that she inherited. It was that time when she began operating more toward her own ends, serving herself and taking what SHE wanted instead of what her father wanted. Her hammer, 'Vulcanus', was found when she took it upon her self to raid an obscure museum. It was there, as the police closed in, that she discovered her abilities. That was two years ago, and she's been in and out of lock-down ever since. But now she knows what she's doing. **Appearance:** Molly is a lithe, agile girl standing at a height of 5'2". She isn't the biggest but she packs a punch bigger than most. Her voluminous hair is platinum blonde, almost white as it dangles down to her waist and frames her youthful face. Her slightly upturned nose sits below a pair of wide, vibrant green eyes that seem to smile just as much as her mouth. Her costume consists of a spandex crop-top and pants. On her feet are wrestling boots and her hands are covered in wraps of what looks like gauze. For her face, she wears a wrestling mask with the top cut off to expose her hair under what looks like a painting respirator. The overall costume has a colour scheme of purple and gold, with a bit of black thrown in. **Other:** H.I.V.E Five.

Vivian's eyelids grew heavy and her movements sluggish as she felt fatigue beginning to creep in behind her eyes. The act of taking someone's wounds really was a herculean effort for her, especially wounds so terrible. She could feel the myriad knives of flame in her belly as she tried to stand again, there were more patients to attend to and more people to help. She couldn't sit around for much longer, as she felt she had already lingered here for long enough. She applied some gauze to her now burnt wreck of an abdomen and limped over to the foot of the bed, hands shaking both from exhaustion and shock. She turned back to Wolf with a shaky smile and gave a slow, laboured thumbs-up. "Don't -- ah crap that smarts. Don't you worry none, sir. Its my job. Don't need any payment or nothin'. Just don't let me catch you in here too often, it'll wreak hell on me just as it does you." She chuckled but it was interrupted by a snarl of pain as the sensation of fire crawled up her chest with every movement. "You get some rest. I'll be back to check on you later, if you don't get out beforehand that is." She waves to him and quickly speeds off to a quieter area. There was a lounge area, or waiting room rather, where patients and personnel would wait and relax whilst others were treated. There she curled up in a tattered recliner facing the window, breathing laboured and interspersed with groans and hisses as she found a position that wasn't agony for her. There she lay, as she tried to soak up the last remaining sunbeams of the day. All in all, a good day.

Vivian bounds off of one foot to grab a bottle of what water they had from the supplies cart, walking off before returning to grab two more for good measure. She heard his foreign tongue once more and the words flew over her head, but the tone of it let her know all that she needed to as she placed two bottles of water on the side-table next to the bed and then uncapped the remaining one. It was all Vivian could do not to spill the entire bottle on him right then and there but she held her balance well enough to raise the bottle to his mouth with one hand and place the other hand on his stomach, as light and gentle as a falling feather. Her eyes became illuminated, changing from icy blue to solid white as she took some of his injuries onto herself. Energy levels be damned, she could not sit idly by while this man was in this sort of numbing agony. As his ails healed slowly, burns of her own began to open on her skin as if she were being seared by an invisible flame. She clenched her teeth and hissed loudly as the burns spread, taking as much as she could upon herself without jeopardising her ability to function and help the other patients. She spoke through clenched teeth, "You'll be alright, buddy. Just hang in there and grit them teeth. Or fangs. Golly, what a set of chompers you've got!" She tried to dismiss the thought of pain with humor, but her whimper only reminded her of the burning sensation spreading from the skin on her stomach outwards. A combination of the growl and the exhaustion made her back away, capping the bottled water before slumping down into a nearby chair. In the sun she breathed a sigh of relief and lifted her shirt to assess herself. In place of a belly-button and abdominals there was a large, dark burn slick with blood and smoking. If one looked close, they could see small flecks of light gathering in clusters and compressing to form a patch of new, smooth skin. The process looked painfully slow. She looked back up to Wolf with a grimace. "You'll be alright. Just try not to shift so much."

She clicked her tongue in her mouth a few times, looking into the distance as she tilted her head. She came back with nothing but a shake of her head and a disappointed twist of her scarred lips. "Not ringing any bells, chief. Just another patient to me, in here. So don't worry, you'll get treated right just the same as everyone else." She glanced over his form with discerningly. Pale blue, almost snow white eyes travelled over his body once more before she stood to her feet and checked his vitals, attempting to assess if his bandages would need changing. "Well I can tell you this, you're a lucky one... Wolf," The name tasted strange in her mouth, as if she were addressing an animal rather than a man, but she continued regardless, "Whenever you hear about mishaps with explosives around here, there usually isn't much of the perp to cart back home." She sighed solemnly and moved to the bed next to him, still staying within earshot. "And again, not an angel. Just a gal with sore spot for broken folks. And a big pet peeve for violence." Vivian's mouth was permeated by the scent of copper and charcoal as she moved on to a patient with some particularly bad burns covering his body, moaning in exhausted agony. She shushed him and tightened his bandages before dosing him with some morphine for the pain. With a slow spin on her heel, she spun back around to Wolf and snapped a finger. A small flash of light, like a fire cracker going off, came from her outstretched hand as she stated her name. "You can call me Martyr. Don't ask, it makes itself apparent enough as time goes along. Nice to meetcha."