Invader Len

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

@banjoanjo My question is how his gauntlets act as a communication device.

@Invader Len Kaze came up with a good question. What's our team's name?

@RokkuHoshi

Thats up for the all of you to decide. I play the villain, not a hero.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

@banjoanjo Very nice! I don't see any problems with it, it doesn't seem very much like Corrine's at all. Corrine's powers seem mostly stealth and anti-stealth based, while Aaron's seem mostly defensive. But if there are parts you'd like to change, feel free!

Science of Animals

Nat recovered quickly from his hypothermia, much more quickly than the doctors had expected. Within a few minutes of the room warming, the boy was back on his feet again, beginning to feel the creeping sensation of being overheated again. After giving them his consent that he was willing to continue testing, they led him into another room, this one filled with equipment. In fact, it looked like a lab and a gym had been stuck in a blender, and this room was the product. He first was asked to strip down to his underwear so he could be weighed, and he obliged, keeping his arms close to his body. Thankfully, none of the doctors seemed to pay any attention to the scars on his arms, which stuck out very noticeably on his pale skin. They didn't even seem phased by his ears and tail, and that fact comforted him. Even if it was an act, he appreciated being treated like he was normal.

He was weighed, his height measured, his blood drawn and strange sticky pads were place on his body, to monitor his brain waves and stuff, he assumed. He really didn't understand any of this medical nonsense, but he'd do what he was told. He was good at following orders, at least. His father had long since crushed any natural teenage desire to rebel, and he knew he had to depend on the doctors. Following those tests, he continued on to more bizarre exploits, such as seeing how high he could jump, how well he could keep his balance, how hard could he punch, how much could he lift, how fast could he run, and for how long. How well could he hear, or see, or smell? How sharp were his claws, or how hard was his bite?

The results, though he knew would be different, surprised him. His strength hadn't increased very much at all, it was a barely noticeable difference in power. That part disappointed him somewhat, knowing he wouldn't be a super strong kind of super hero, like Captain America or the Hulk. However, his speed was incredible, clocking at 35 mph. Even Usain Bolt could only reach 28 mph, and what was more, Nat could keep his speed up longer. He was able to maintain his 35 mph for over 5 minutes before he started to tire, 5 minutes which seemed like an eternity to him. By the end of it his muscles were burning and screaming for relief, and he was glad to be able to rest. As for the results of other tests, he didn't understand most of it, but from what he gathered, his sight was better, his hearing had greatly improved, he was incredibly nimble, and he could jump 10 ft into the air. Which explained why he had left an indentation on the ceiling of his room.

Once he was done with his tests, he was allowed to shower again, to clean himself of sweat and cool himself off, before changing back into his sterile white clothes. This time, however, instead of slippers, he was provided socks and balanced boots. He was grateful to be able to cover his clawed feet. If only he had some gloves now, to erase any evidence of clawed hands. He followed Quincy out of the lab room, wondering if there were any more tests for him to do. He wanted to be of use, to help find a cure for his condition. And so, he was quite surprised when Quincy instead led him into a cafeteria with a buffet table of food laid out, gesturing him to sit at any one of the empty seats.
"It's best that you have some breakfast. We need time to analyze the results from our testing, and to develop further tests. We have provided a wide array of nutritious foods, for you and the other subjects, and I hope that you will remain on the premises, should we need you. Here, take this. It's a pager, and it has a tracking device in it. If you need help or feel ill, press the button on it, and a doctor will be there as soon as possible." he told him, handing the boy a small pager. Nat nodded obediently, before walking over to the buffet table and picking up a plate.

Despite the growling in his stomach, he was very careful about what he chose, letting his newly developed sense of smell guide him. He knew he should have taken fruits or vegetables, but when he smelled them, they made his stomach turn and twist. Meat, on the other hand, savory, salty, juicy. He craved it, and stacked his plate high with it. Bacon, ham, sausage, eggs, all kinds of meats. Starches he felt were good as well, and he put two pancakes on his plate, coated with butter. The sweet scent of syrup or honey made him feel nauseous, and he picked a glass of water over juice or coffee, before finding a table in the corner of the empty cafeteria, and starting to eat.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

@KazeXDZ Alright, good job! Very nice work, Tommy feels like a much more relatable character now. I also like the active power you gave him. Perhaps it can heal structural damage as well, like Ladybug's Healing Light? Regardless, your character is accepted. Feel free to post them in the character tab at any time. ^^

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

Little bunny Archmage/hopping through the forest/picking up all the field Rawks/ and bopping them on the head.

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

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I sense Jericho will be the unlikely hero in this drama! :) Very good read @Invader Len!

@Rawk

I guess that all depends on which part of him triumphs, his moral side, or his prideful side. Remember, he's been raised in propaganda to believe that all CotD are monsters and terrorists, and his parents were killed in an explosion branded as a CotD terrorist attack. There's a lot of facets to Jericho, while he is a greenhorn, he's by no means black and white.

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Corrine looks great, Erry! Feel free to post your CS in the character tab!

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Sorry guys-- I thought I had time for this, but some real life stuff came up! Maybe next time. Hope it goes well for you.

@Nightmare Bunny

I see. Sad to see you go, Bunny, but thanks for letting us know! Good luck on your IRL stuff!

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

And I've posted! Have some boundless enthusiasm and naivety to brighten your day! Or exasperate you, your choice! XD
Yeah, he's still inexperienced in the avoiding fights regards as well. I'm not kidding when I say the kid has absolutely no street smarts. If he carried a wallet, it'd be picked in a second. At least he has his nanites to protect him, lest he walk into a telephone pole and break something.

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

Jericho

He had woken up late that morning, the alarm on his clock failing to go off. He knew he should have tested the damn thing after tinkering with it the night before, but he had been so tired after putting the last touches for his updated suit. Serenai had detected some unusual bugs in his suits thermal imaging software, and he had to make sure is was ready for tomorrow. Just in case he was called up for duty. It hadn't happened yet, so far most of his duties had been refilling the coffee maker, taking down lunch orders, and monitoring traffic from behind a computer screen. The closest he had gotten to field duty yet was taking a 911 call from a lady whose stove caught on fire. And while talking down a hyperventilating woman enough to direct her on how to use a fire extinguisher was interesting, it was a far shot from what he had signed up for.

He pushed in through the doors, walking down to his locker and putting on his badge and earpiece. His suit was in its passive state, the nanites forming his gloves, belt, and boots. They'd cover his body in his suit if he gave Serenai the command to, but he didn't wear it as a civilian or in the station. His superiors had already told him to only wear it if he was on duty, and that any injuries were on his insurance, not theirs. He relented, knowing deep down that they were right. Going into the field without the standard armor or cybernetics was risky, but his suit would revolutionize the department when it was done! He just had to get the chance to fully field test it, to prove it was useful in the line of duty! Then there'd be no more MPs being slowed down by armor, no more bullet wounds or burns or even missed shots. Serenai and her as-of-yet imaginary siblings would enhance their targeting abilities, and protect them from any danger! Protecting the protectors!

He was jolted from his daydreaming as a senior officer, Kim, strolled up to him, clapping him on the back. Startled, Jericho turned to face him, fixing his posture and saluting. Why was he saluting? He had done it on reflex, and quickly put his arm down, much to the amusement of his senior.
"Hey kid, you're on patrol today, alright? Ol' Reinhardt was supposed to take you along, but he ain't here right now. So, you're stuck with old Cross, the lazy prick. Boss says you're gonna meet him downstairs in the garage, and head out to the industrial ring. Got it, rookie?" he asked. Jericho nodded with an excited fervor, practically glowing with enthusiasm.
"Yes sir! I understand, sir! I'll go suit up right now-" he was stopped as the grip of Kim's hand tightened.
"Kid, do yourself a favor. Don't wear that freaky suit of yours, you'll stand out like a sore thumb. Just play it cool, and follow Cross's lead, alright?"
"Y-Yes sir..."

Disappointed, Jericho headed down to the armory, picking up the weapons he needed. Standard issue plasma pistol, stun grenades, electric baton, and standard issue combat knife. He hadn't started work on any weapons systems for his suit, he hadn't thought he'd need it. Well, hopefully he wouldn't need to. He wanted his nanites to protect people, not kill them.

Tucking his locket into his shirt, he hurried on down to the garage, not wanting to be left behind on his first patrol. He had never been to the industrial ring before, the farthest he had ever gone was a class field trip to one of the dairy farms in the agricultural ring when he was 10. And even that had been closer to the border of the corporate ring. So of course, he was still buzzing with excitement at the prospect of venturing into unknown territory. It was human spirit, the curiosity of the unknown. The soul of the explorer, the pioneer, the conqueror. It was imbued within his very nature to push past previous limits, to seek out understanding, a higher power, a new frame of mind! Even if it was frightening and daunting, he was determined to rise to the challenge!

He had never met nor seen Gregor Cross before, but he quickly found him. There was only one patrol car started, with one man inside. Hurrying up, he crossed in front of the car, before opening up the passenger's door, hopping in. He turned to Gregor with an expression that could be most easily likened to that of an eager puppy, and he was filled with all the joy that had come on his first day on the job, a mere week ago. He held out his right hand, unable to suppress a wide grin.
"H-Hi sir! Jericho Mason, reporting for duty! You are Detective Cross, I presume? Wow, it's so great to meet you sir, thanks for agreeing to take me along! I'm really thrilled about finally going out into the field, I've never been to the industrial ring before! I'll bet you've been there a bunch of times, right? Wow, that must be so amazing! I-I promise I won't slow you down, sir! Officer Kim told me to follow your lead, so that's just what I'll do!" he babbled, unable to shut his mouth. He knew he should have after the fourth sentence, but he couldn't stop talking when he got excited. He was an overflowing fountain of enthusiasm, so much so that he didn't even notice the radio was still on.