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1 yr ago
Current To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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1 yr ago
The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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1 yr ago
Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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1 yr ago
Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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1 yr ago
Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.

I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.

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@Crimson Flame @GreysonEA @Heartfillia

Another, much more level-headed guy piped up, pointing out that the conference hall was their best bet. Mara snorted. "That figures." With another glance around, she lowered her tone. "Let's hope we're not dealing with a bunch of snobs with more money than sense." She wasn't doing a whole lot for the mood, but they couldn't hope for too much. That said, any support was better than none, even if said support figures would probably look down their noses at them.

"I'll be over in a moment," she said as the softspoken guy shifted his position. "Just gotta take some electrical safety measures." Pulling at her gloves again, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, but the lingering smell of smoke and citrus didn't help matters. Instead, it brought back memories of that day, and a pang of guilt along with them. The property damage her parents were dealing with wouldn't be quick, cheap or easy to fix. And if the fire had been worse, if everyone hadn't gotten out in time... It didn't bear thinking about.

Ok, she couldn't exactly blame the BioTech staff for keeping their distance.

Shuddering, she edged away from the charred grass. Just as she did, a sudden sharp whistle sounded right behind her. She jumped and whirled round. Sparks crackled, all the more erratic from the water, as another arc shot from her forearm and struck the guy who'd whistled. "Fuck!" Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening at the burn mark on his arm. "Oh god I'm sorry, are you ok?"

So much for electrical safety measures.
@Crimson Flame

”Isn’t it awesome!”

At the sound of the excitable voice - way more excitable than Mara was in the mood for - she turned round. Inwardly, she groaned. Considering what she'd just done, the guy in front of her had an odd idea of 'awesome'.

"That isn't quite how I'd describe it," she muttered, stretching her rubber gloves up her arms as far as they'd go. The guy - Conner, as he introduced himself - simply went on. Mara couldn't help rolling her eyes at his eagerness to demonstrate his power. Oh, she knew that attitude all too well. Great, less than five minutes into the conference and she'd met a show-off already.

Irritation turned to caution as Conner opened a water bottle, making a stream fly out with a wave of his hand. While it was more impressive than she liked to admit, any electrical accidents would be even worse with water added to the equation. She stepped back, but not fast enough to avoid the errant stream, which splashed all over her face.

"Watch it!" Staggering further back, she gritted her teeth and counted backwards from ten in her head. If she let herself spark while soaked, that'd be nothing less than catastrophic. She pulled a tissue from her pocket, holding it with the very tips of her gloved fingers, and dabbed the water from her face. "You might want to tone down the showiness there," she grumbled, shifting her position so the sun would dry her clothes, keeping her distance from Conner as she glared. "Especially around, y'know, electrical hazards. So much for the superhero thing, if we'd more likely cause a disaster than stop one."

She huffed and shook her head, dumping the tissue in a nearby trash can. Superheroes? Did this guy read too many comic books? She had no particularly noble aspirations anyway, and even if she did, she'd make a pretty terrible hero. She gave a hollow laugh at the thought. What would she be, Faulty Wire Girl or something?

"Anyway," she continued. Instead of moaning, it was best to talk about something practical. That and showing vulnerability in front of smug people was a bad idea. "You wouldn't happen to have seen any BioTech staff around?"


The day before...




The summit had better be worth it, Mara thought as she bustled around the cafe.

For someone with a newfound command of electricity, she felt more like a drained battery than a live wire. Admission wouldn't be cheap, and if this turned out a scam, she wouldn't be seeing a cent of refund money. Hence the extra hours rushing around on sore feet, smile plastered to her face, while resisting the urge to 'accidentally' dump food into the laps of less than pleasant customers.

One such customer loudly cleared his throat in her direction.

"Miss? How do you explain this?" Scowling, he jabbed his finger at the menu. "There's no Milano hot chocolate. What the hell kind of cafe doesn't have Milano hot chocolate?"

It took all Mara's willpower to keep her tone bright. "I'm afraid we don't serve it," she replied, biting back what she really wanted to say, "but instead I can recommend..."

"I don't care!" the man snapped, like it was somehow her fault. "Not like there's anything good on the whole menu anyway. I'm a journalist, you know, and I'll be writing a review of this place..."

Mara took deep, steady breaths as the customer's verbal lashing went on, but it was no use. Under the rubber gloves she'd taken to wearing, her hands tingled. No time to excuse herself. She slammed down the tray she'd been carrying onto the nearest table and ran, reaching the staff room just as her arms started sparking.

Fuck fuck fuck get a grip get a grip GET A GRIP, she mentally yelled at herself, hunching away from anything in the room she might fry. Freaking out didn't exactly help matters. She forced more slow, shaking breaths of lemon-scented air, sighing in relief as the sparks died down. Crisis averted. For now.

As much as she dreaded the summit, if she wanted these electrical malfunctions under control, there was no way around it.


Conference day




That wasn't to say she raised her expectations too high. Driving into the parking lot, Mara grumbled to herself. The scolding from her boss yesterday for 'slacking' hadn't helped her mood, and she'd never been one for camping anyway. It brought back unwelcome memories of family vacations, and the relentless mocking for not being able to take to the skies or the bottom of lakes. As she climbed out of the car and headed towards the circle of cabins, she braced herself for any braggarts she'd all too likely meet.

Out of force of habit, her gloved hand drifted to her jacket pocket. She sighed. Usually in times of stress, she'd reach for the lemon candies she carried around, one of her former favourite snacks. She'd gotten rid of them though, since they seemed to make her sparking problem worse. Yet more proof of her affinity.

"What a joke," she muttered. Lemon essence? It sounded like a baking ingredient. Still, she wasn't going to stand around sulking. She'd wanted a power, she'd gotten one, and she had to deal with it. First thing to do was find a BioTech member, in case they had any useful advice. If they even cared about helping, that was.

She glared around the area, spotting a middle-aged man and some hippie woman but nobody in BioTech attire - and failing to notice the rock in her path until she sprawled forward. "Ah!" As the forest lurched and her palms slammed against the ground, panic wasn't the only jolt that ran through her. Electricity arced above one of her gloves. A nearby tuft of sun-dried grass smouldered and caught aflame.

"Shit no!" Mara scrambled to her feet. Letting loose a string of expletives that cut through the quiet, she stomped out the fire before it could spread. Heart thudding, she grimaced down at the blackened patch, a whiff of zest rising from it with the smoke. Another close call.

Yeah, this was already turning out to be a bad idea.
I altered the backstory a little to include the dream, how's this?

@GreysonEA I was about to suggest physical healing, it'll be useful in a superhero RP. Keeping the team on their feet and all.

@Fer1323 How about king protea? That seems to be your favourite fynbos.
Battle scene in Disney World, that so has to happen! And I can attest that Crimson Flame makes fun characters.

Liking the names btw! Mara is a bit less obvious, it means bitter, as in "bitter lemon" like the soft drink. That and it fits her personality and backstory. Conner's going to annoy the hell out of her, but I'm sure she'll understand him in time, since she knows what it's like to grow up in another's shadow.
@LuckyBlackCat I'm sorry, but RPGuild has specific rules on explicit content, so no lemons allowed.

That joke was inevitable xD And thanks! Can't wait for this to start!
Oooh this looks like a unique take on a superpower RP! I'm in.

Hope this is ok! I went with a digital art image, but let me know if you'd rather we use photos.

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


Jess bit the inside of her lip. "Let's hope we don't have to use this," she said. "But best to know these things... And to have each other's backs." It wasn't just enemies of the business who were the problem. She thought back to Maxwell, how utterly terrified Roxy had been of him, how he'd looked at and spoken to her. Jess didn't know what had gone on in the past between them, besides the marriage arrangement, but with two people knowing defense skills... She could only hope people like that would be less likely to cause issues.

She took her place beside Roxy, all too aware of her lack of experience. What stance should she even take? A blush crept across her cheeks. It was stupid, she knew Roxy wouldn't judge her, but considering the anchor's skill and strength, Jess couldn't help that squirming feeling of self-consciousness. Relax, she reminded herself, it'll be fine. If she messed up, at least they'd both have something to laugh about, which could be what they needed.

"So," she asked, "which moves are best to start with?"
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