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Lost track of time so I guess this is here sooner than I thought it would be x)



What a cool take on a cloning power! Yeah, Morgan is certainly accepted. Get 'er on up in Characters!
Ay, a Worm RP, haven't seen one of these in a bit. I'm a bit on the fence in regards to joining--not because of the premise or the characters mind you--but uh...if this is still open, tentatively count me in?

One question, have you gotten any player villains yet?


Still open, yeah. As for PC baddies...Leaning away from those for now, but I'm not entirely opposed.


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:45 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick....

Ugh, it was like he could feel the clock boring his skull open.

Truth be told, he had been dreading this day ever since it was dumped on him. All because he tried to be the smart guy in the room....Last time he made that mistake....Again. Fukuda could feel his eyebrows scrunching up in consternation; somehow, this was all going to blow up in their face. Maybe literally, given the fact they were bringing two Tinkers on board. Speaking of...

To at least take his mind off his impending doom, Atsushi took to reading the files they had handed off to him yet again. The details on those who had been picked out by him, or in a few niche cases, those who came to them instead. The subtle clicking of the clock could still be heard, in spite of his best efforts. Fifteen minutes. He'd given the kids a deadline; 6 PM. Roughly thirty minutes after most of them would be out from school. Time to arrange for anything, maybe get some food, or just goof off before something this high-stress. He didn't know.

He tried getting comfortable. The meeting area they'd set up for The Wards, lying just below the prison sector, had some pretty cushy seats, so there was that. Beyond that, though...Pretty sparse. A few terminals for them to use, keep track of things, watch out for teammates from the safety of HQ when/if necessary...Probably play video games if they were slacking off. That, and the still hidden-from-view foldaway monitor, for when important people (like himself, heh) had to make some big announcements to the team without being there, or fill them in on dire information that couldn't be passed onto their terminals. Alright, enough beating the damn bush. His personal datapad flipped open (thanks, Tech Wizard, for these complicated damn iPads), he began scanning through the files once more.

Hope (Andrew Bennet) [Hope Manipulation: Trump/Shaker (potential Master)]

Overclock (Sean Evens) [Escalation: Mover/Brute 2-10 (minor Breaker ability)]

Gray Man (Wilbur Levins) [Parahuman Deception: Master/Stranger 4 (potential Thinker ability)]

Workshop (Beverly Hillshire) [Chaos Creations: Tinker 5 (tentative 2+ in other Classifications)]

Schrödinger (Edwin Charles) [Preservative Teleportation: Mover 5/Thinker 2 (potential Trump ability)]

Scraprig (Jane Rosner) [Heavy Machinery/Human Interfacing: Tinker 4 (potentially misjudged, will be reevaluated with newer designs)]

V (Carmen Foster) [Object Cloning: Blaster 6/Shaker 6/Tinker 1]

That was all he could handle. The Director humbly closed the file and slid the pad away. These kids were gonna be a hassle...But it wasn't like he had much say in this. Roll with the punches...He took a breath, trying to push away the creeping sense of doubt about this, when the ping of the elevator rang out. Looks like the first arrival...




Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:48 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




A fairly biting 33 degrees made worse by some moderate winds and the downfall of snow drifted by a young woman, huffing and puffing in motion. Her blue hoodie kept the worst of it off alongside the snow boots made for trudging through the fresh white coat paving the sidewalk, though she still found herself stumbling from the rush she was in. There might be twelve minutes left, but Beverly didn't care! There was NO WAY she would be late for this! And she'd be prone to if she didn't treat it like a hurry, get caught up on something or other...

And so she stormed forth, darting to and fro, barely avoiding other passing pedestrians on her way. "'Scuse me! Pardon! Oh, m'bad, sorry!" Passing apologies left and right to folks she nearly barreled over in her single-minded charge. The southern tinge of her voice stood out amongst the northerners of Redline, but most paid her little mind; beyond being in a rush, she was a polite young lady, at least.

"Let's see....Right from Circadia High, left on Queen Street, and then..." She glanced to the side and immediately recognized it; the PRT HQ, in all its menacingly dull glory! Beyond the fancy shield-based insignia denoting the building as such, she'd probably quicker assume it was some kind of prison, with the barred windows and tough-looking gray exterior. Still, in spite of the natural gloom of the locale, she was brimming with excitement. Oooh, this was gonna be great! She even had another example piece in case the Director fella asked her again! Though, she did wonder what had happened with the shortcake dispenser she'd made the last time around....

Regardless, steeling herself (or in this case, puffing her cheeks out and taking as close to a stern look as she could manage), the girl strutted her way right into the lobby!...And promptly shook all the snow off of her to the carpet below like a dog, pushing the hood away to reveal her mess of poofy brown hair, spilling all the way to the waist.

Almost instantly, she found herself caught by the eyes of the receptionist, barely raising a brow. "May I ask what you're doing here, young lady?" At first, Bev froze like a deer in the headlights. What was she doing here again? Her brain worked through that conundrum...Slower than she liked, because it kept going back to her unfinished project. Ugh, what was it....Right! Passcode thingy, to prove we're The Wards 'n all that.

"Ahem...'Scuse me! I've been a victim o' crime. Here to complain my pet hedgehog got sent to the future by, uh...The local chapter of Hell's Angels!"

Complete random nonsense. Perfect for proving you are who you are. With a curt nod, the receptionist buzzed an Officer into the room, who escorted her to the elevator...To the prison level? At first, Bev was pretty confused, but the fella guiding her along gave her a look that said 'shush', so she kept quiet. Eventually, near the back of the prison level, they approached a wall. It...Well, it was a wall. Just as she was about to question it, however, the man got closer to it, raising an eye to a small section of it. She couldn't repress herself seeing a neat scanner pop into existence, gleaning the gentleman's retina. "Ooh, retinal scanner...Like the movies! Neat..." She probably would've kept going, but surprisingly, she found herself staying restrained thanks to what happened next.

The wall unfolded itself, unveiling another elevator, going even further down. Subterranean base?! Oh, this is so cool! Seemed this was where her guide was leaving her though, merely gesturing the young lady to head on in. She did so with glee, quickly booping the button as her descent began...And the elevator opened.

Fukuda, for his part in this, just groaned. Workshop. Of course she was first...

Catching his glance, she gave a cute wave before hastily trotting over, her energy evident in each move she made. "Hiya, Mr. Fukuda! Or...Do I call ya Mr. Director now? Or just Director? Oh! Or is it like what Fashionista said, Director-san?" She stood at attention, like a puppy waiting to be pet. Atsushi was already regretting all his life decisions prior to this moment.

"....Director's fine. Go ahead and get comfy, we're still waiting on the others."

For her part, miss Hillshire gave a curt nod and plopped in a seat nearby, pulling out...Some weird metal sphere? Fukuda nearly had a heart attack just by her whipping it out so abruptly, but stopped when he recognized what she was doing. Tinkering with it idly. Either an unfinished project, or just something to keep her damn hands busy. Either way, not something that was immediately going to blow up in their face.

Small victories, and all that.

With a grim determination, he watched the elevator expectantly for the other youths. This was about to be a long, long day....





It's short and not my best work, but here it is.


Gave her the once-over and I like what I see! Consider her accepted, and welcome to The Wards! Get 'er on up in Characters. :)

Also congrats on being the baby of the group now lol


I decided to go a direction of, a sorta 'guy at the front who does not want to be there' angle, which I think could be interesting. Not sure if the "Trump" aspect is viable, but! Suppose that's for you to decide :p


Poor kid. Between him and Jane, we got two members who look like they're gonna flip their shit any second xD. Jokes aside, I think he looks good, and while he's a bit older than they were going for in the Initiative, well; it's a new thing, they can bend it around a bit, and his situation certainly calls for some action, seeing as he's liable to get others hurt if left to his own devices. Beyond that, the Power's just neat, including the small, strange Trump application; should be interesting! Get him into Characters. :D
I like this one better than Siren.



Took me a while to get to her, but Jane's looking good! Most she might need is a mention of how she gotten involved in The Wards Initiative. Plenty of ways how that coulda gone down, but it's up to you xD

Regardless, feel free to throw her in Characters! :)
Finished - wanted to be a bit unorthodox with it, but I can change it to a more traditional sheet if needed.

Thought about making this character a girl since we're kind of a sausage fest rn, but I really liked the face claim I found for him. Might make a new girl in the future if we are allowed multiple characters.

Will send his Trigger event via PM sometime tomorrow probably - gives me time to edit and clean him up lol.



Okay, first of all....This sheet is fucking incredible lmfao. However, it seems written with the idea that The Wards have been active for a while at this point, which technically, they haven't (though it isn't impossible for enterprising members to visit prior to the first proper gathering of the team, which will be the focal point of the RP's beginning; that can explain most of this, including the...Shudders 'Coffee Incident'.). Beyond that heads-up though, like I said, I love this sheet, and I love my man Will here. Accepted for sure! Get 'em on over to Characters :D
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