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Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

FAMA just had to show up at this moment. Right after the actual problem had long since disappeared and just in time to clean up the people who hadn't done anything wrong. Apart from blow up half the street that is. That one was on Frankie.

Turning to speak to Yoko, she shrieks in surprise at the awful sound, clutching at her chest while she gets herself back under control. "That…" she says, extending a finger towards the dragon like creature, "…is unnecessary."

Regaining enough of her senses to realise no one had yet responded to the agents, she sticks her head over the edge of the roof. With a wave, she calls out, "Yup, on my way down agent."

It takes a couple of minutes for her to reach the ground floor, the elevators had stopped working weeks ago, so she has to take the stairs. Somehow she manages to avoid the mess that was Nakala's room, probably fortunate, as the realisation of the destruction she has caused would probably slow her down at least a little bit on her way to the ground.

She reaches the ground floor uneventfully, cracking the door of the building and checking the exterior before emerging. Her brief time in the darkness of the unlit building leaves her squinting against the sun. Her headache flares up again.

The Boyz are long gone, leaving only a few charred corpses as evidence of their attempted attack. She eyes those corpses uncomfortably. She was OK with killing people who were trying to kill her, but she hadn't intended to do this much damage. She rotates slowly, observing all of the damage she has inflicted upon the surrounding area. It looks like someone has fired an RPG, here and there flames still flicker, while a huge scorch mark spreads out from the centre of the road.

Eventually she turns around to take in the monstrous form of the FAMA agent that that has called her down to the ground. She blinks, slightly surprised. Had she taken something other than Cocaine? He was huge, scaly, and certainly not a normal human.

By comparison, Frankie is skinny and unintimidating. She's located a hoodie at some point, throwing it on to conceal the needle marks on her arms rather than because it's cold. Her skin has a relatively healthy colour, though it's obvious that the only thing keeping her from pallor is California's uncompromising sun. Her hair is greasy, thanks primarily to the lack of functioning showers in their building. She's also wondering why FAMA have bothered showing up here. Screwing up her face, she gestures vaguely in Olin's direction. There's something about him that's scratching at the back of her brain, like she recognises him or something.

"Could you step two feet to your right?" That sun was really bright…

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

No worries, I thought he had been, but I wanted to be sure :D

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Cesar's bag is stuffed with as much medical equipment as he could find. Having raided at least one empty hospital, and taking as much as he could from a field hospital he was pretty much a walking pharmacy at this point. It was helpful, he could trade a lot of the pills, and had already had at least one woman hovering around as if she was going to ask for something. The dark-haired woman with needle marks on her arms hadn't, but he'd made a note to keep an eye on her in future. Definitely someone with a problem.

She's nowhere to be seen right now, presumably out and fighting the Boyz. She might look like a junkie, but she also looks like she could kick his ass in a heartbeat. Most of the women here look like they could actually. Not that it's that surprising. Cesar has never considered himself a particularly tough guy, he's short, and he's never been in a fight that he's won.

Then something explodes. Cesar's in the corridor, so he avoids the worst of it, but he still ducks instinctively. He won't be the only one, the tinkle of shattered glass fills the building, and worse, as people scream and try to move away from the violence. He can only hope, as he scrambles up the stairs, that no one on his side got hit.

That hope is immediately dashed as a flash of light grabs his attention from a door. Nakala's room, but her lightning is red, not white. Running to the door way, he skids to a stop before going through. It could be one of the Boyz' Deltas, or it could just be a blown bulb. Carefully, wary that he might be about to have his head blown off, Cesar peeks around the door.

The vicious Deltahuman he is convinced is lying in wait absolutely fails to blow his head off. Or exist. The room is scorched black, particularly around the window. His nose wrinkles, the room is filled with the scent of burnt hair and charred flesh. Not that he has time to think about that as his eyes are drawn to the two people scrabbling on the floor.

The poncy blonde French guy is clearly the worse off of the two. Cesar can't say he'd have been doing much better if Nakala had her hands around her throat. "What the fuck?"

At the same time, Nakala is still on fire. Literally. Dropping his bag Cesar rips off his hoodie, intending to use it to put out the flames and hopefully help him pull Nakala off Esmé. Right as he pushes the hoodie over her head to try and extinguish her hair his world goes white.

"Fuck!" He staggers back, hitting the doorframe hard as he blinks. He's blind. What the hell has gone in here? Leaning against the door, he's relieved as his vision slowly starts to return.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Cesar Cortez

Cesar Cortez

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

" Most things are shit, now they're just shit for more people."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Cesar Cortez

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

N/A

▼ | GENDER : |

Male

▼ | AGE : |

23

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"Like what you see?"

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'7ft
▸ WEIGHT : | 135lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Hispanic
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Brown
▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Cesar looks younger than he is, with an air about him that suggests immaturity and childishness. Blessed with the kind of metabolism that allows him to eat absolutely anything and get away with it he is fairly slim, skinny might even be appropriate. His dark hair is usually messy, mainly because all he does is run his fingers through it as he rushes out the door. Defined cheekbones and a square jaw complete his boyish good looks, though heavy brows lend an air of poor temper to him that is probably not entirely fair.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Whatever he found on the floor that didn't smell too bad. Again contributing to his appearance of immaturity, Cesar tends to just grab whatever is in arms reach and throw it on. He always wears comfortable sneakers and usually t-shirts with large, colourful logos on. Yes, he might be in his mid-twenties, but he still dresses like a child.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"You wanna know when I lost my virginity as well?"

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Hyperactive would probably be the first word that springs to mind when considering Cesar. He almost never seems to stop talking and certainly doesn't stop moving. If he's not fidgeting with something then it usually means something is very wrong. Well meaning, he's usually trying to do the right thing, even if he's annoying in the way he goes about it.

Seeing the best in everyone, it's pretty hard to get under this idealistic, naïve young man's skin. He tends to brush past other's faults and acts as though it is his personal mission to be everyone's best friend. With this comes an eagerness to help, he'll follow instructions to the letter, and beyond, probably getting under people's feet until they set him another task.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Medical Training: Cesar is a medical school graduate, which means he has an excellent grasp of human anatomy, medical procedure and the theory of how to treat a whole variety of maladies and injuries. Unfortunately the Incident occurred at the beginning of his internship, leaving him with virtually no practical experience of any of this.

Bilingual: As a proud Hispanic, it's only natural that Cesar would speak Spanish along with English.

Speed Chess: While Cesar's hyperactive nature meant he rarely sit's down for something so sedate as a board game, he was introduced to Chess by his grandfather. Cesar is an able player, though tends to rush headlong into it, relying on instinct rather than strategy.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

Cesar was been born into a successful family, albeit a success that lasted . His grandfather was a respected surgeon, his parents successful entrepreneurs. Unfortunately misfortune only seemed to follow misfortune. The dot com bubble burst, destroying his parent's investments, followed by the revelation that his grandfather had been falsifying records in order to treat patients without the appropriate insurance. Noble perhaps, but enough to destroy the old man's career.

A gifted young man, Cesar could easily have been held back in school due to his hyperactivity, but somehow managed to parlay his boundless energy into ever more boundless achievement at school and College. Graduating a year early from High School, he had already made it clear that he intended to follow in his grandfather's once respected footsteps and become a doctor.

Though there was little hope of financial support from his family, Cesar managed to gain a scholarship that paid for his full ride through College and medical school, especially considering he managed to move a further year ahead when he graduated from College early. Medical school was a challenge for him, especially considering his youth and relative immaturity compared to many of the other candidates, but he did well there, thrived even.

It's just unfortunate that the Incident occurred on the day that it did. Caught up in the chaos, Cesar was one of many who missed the evacuation, though in his case he wanted to stay and help. Field hospitals wanted people with more experience, at least at first, and when they pulled out they went without him, leaving him stranded in the warzone LA seemed to have become.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

To go from a young, immature wannabe to someone that is actually a fairly confident medical practitioner, thanks largely to the fact that he's the closest a lot of people will have to an actual doctor.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Getting kinda personal now isn't it?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-White.

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Hole-Maker.
Caesar's Type-White ability manifests in the form of a spatial warping power. It's hard to describe how his power actually functions because it ignores most laws of physics entirely - they're actually holes in reality itself. At will, Caesar can make space-warping holes appear in his environment (mainly on all inorganic objects). These holes are merely ordinary holes in the shape of a circle which gives the idea that a cleanly cut hole has been made into the object and will always lead to the other end of the object. This ability affects a wide range instantly (about eleven meters) and if he remains in one area while the effect persists it'll stretch out to about fifty-five meters. He can focus the effect on one area or object by touching it and channeling his power. These holes are seemingly harmless as, when Caesar drops the effect, they return to normal. Theses holes start out the size of a penny but they'll grow to be six feet in diameter - about wide enough for a person to fit through. If he touches the environment and channels his power he can instantly create a singular hole wide and deep enough for him to fit through. Caesar can bifurcate something if they're through the hole and he closes it.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Caesar's power can't affect organic matter, so that means people and trees and stuff are out of the question. While he can instantly create holes in the environment, they start out the size of a penny and he needs about thirty seconds to make them wide enough for him to fit through. Other than by touch, there's a distinct lack of control behind this ability. It'll instantly create holes in eleven meters that'll grow wide enough for him to fit through quickly. Unless he touches it of course and he can instantly create a hole wide enough for him to fit through.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Caesar has to be careful if he's hurt or weakened in any way the holes will become unstable and close. And, unfortunately, friendly fire wasn't turned on so he or a friend can lose a limb. In addition, it'll create holes in all objects in the area if he activates his area of effect ability - and he can inconvenience a friend this way.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"You ready to write my biography now?"

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Aaaaaand, done

Cesar Cortez

Cesar Cortez

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

" Most things are shit, now they're just shit for more people."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Cesar Cortez

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

N/A

▼ | GENDER : |

Male

▼ | AGE : |

23

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"Like what you see?"

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'7ft
▸ WEIGHT : | 135lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Hispanic
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Brown
▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Cesar looks younger than he is, with an air about him that suggests immaturity and childishness. Blessed with the kind of metabolism that allows him to eat absolutely anything and get away with it he is fairly slim, skinny might even be appropriate. His dark hair is usually messy, mainly because all he does is run his fingers through it as he rushes out the door. Defined cheekbones and a square jaw complete his boyish good looks, though heavy brows lend an air of poor temper to him that is probably not entirely fair.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Whatever he found on the floor that didn't smell too bad. Again contributing to his appearance of immaturity, Cesar tends to just grab whatever is in arms reach and throw it on. He always wears comfortable sneakers and usually t-shirts with large, colourful logos on. Yes, he might be in his mid-twenties, but he still dresses like a child.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"You wanna know when I lost my virginity as well?"

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Hyperactive would probably be the first word that springs to mind when considering Cesar. He almost never seems to stop talking and certainly doesn't stop moving. If he's not fidgeting with something then it usually means something is very wrong. Well meaning, he's usually trying to do the right thing, even if he's annoying in the way he goes about it.

Seeing the best in everyone, it's pretty hard to get under this idealistic, naïve young man's skin. He tends to brush past other's faults and acts as though it is his personal mission to be everyone's best friend. With this comes an eagerness to help, he'll follow instructions to the letter, and beyond, probably getting under people's feet until they set him another task.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Medical Training: Cesar is a medical school graduate, which means he has an excellent grasp of human anatomy, medical procedure and the theory of how to treat a whole variety of maladies and injuries. Unfortunately the Incident occurred at the beginning of his internship, leaving him with virtually no practical experience of any of this.

Bilingual: As a proud Hispanic, it's only natural that Cesar would speak Spanish along with English.

Speed Chess: While Cesar's hyperactive nature meant he rarely sit's down for something so sedate as a board game, he was introduced to Chess by his grandfather. Cesar is an able player, though tends to rush headlong into it, relying on instinct rather than strategy.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

Cesar was been born into a successful family, albeit a success that lasted . His grandfather was a respected surgeon, his parents successful entrepreneurs. Unfortunately misfortune only seemed to follow misfortune. The dot com bubble burst, destroying his parent's investments, followed by the revelation that his grandfather had been falsifying records in order to treat patients without the appropriate insurance. Noble perhaps, but enough to destroy the old man's career.

A gifted young man, Cesar could easily have been held back in school due to his hyperactivity, but somehow managed to parlay his boundless energy into ever more boundless achievement at school and College. Graduating a year early from High School, he had already made it clear that he intended to follow in his grandfather's once respected footsteps and become a doctor.

Though there was little hope of financial support from his family, Cesar managed to gain a scholarship that paid for his full ride through College and medical school, especially considering he managed to move a further year ahead when he graduated from College early. Medical school was a challenge for him, especially considering his youth and relative immaturity compared to many of the other candidates, but he did well there, thrived even.

It's just unfortunate that the Incident occurred on the day that it did. Caught up in the chaos, Cesar was one of many who missed the evacuation, though in his case he wanted to stay and help. Field hospitals wanted people with more experience, at least at first, and when they pulled out they went without him, leaving him stranded in the warzone LA seemed to have become.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

To go from a young, immature wannabe to someone that is actually a fairly confident medical practitioner, thanks largely to the fact that he's the closest a lot of people will have to an actual doctor.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Getting kinda personal now isn't it?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-White.

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Hole-Maker.
Caesar's Type-White ability manifests in the form of a spatial warping power. It's hard to describe how his power actually functions because it ignores most laws of physics entirely - they're actually holes in reality itself. At will, Caesar can make space-warping holes appear in his environment (mainly on all inorganic objects). These holes are merely ordinary holes in the shape of a circle which gives the idea that a cleanly cut hole has been made into the object and will always lead to the other end of the object. This ability affects a wide range instantly (about eleven meters) and if he remains in one area while the effect persists it'll stretch out to about fifty-five meters. He can focus the effect on one area or object by touching it and channeling his power. These holes are seemingly harmless as, when Caesar drops the effect, they return to normal. Theses holes start out the size of a penny but they'll grow to be six feet in diameter - about wide enough for a person to fit through. If he touches the environment and channels his power he can instantly create a singular hole wide and deep enough for him to fit through. Caesar can bifurcate something if they're through the hole and he closes it.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Caesar's power can't affect organic matter, so that means people and trees and stuff are out of the question. While he can instantly create holes in the environment, they start out the size of a penny and he needs about thirty seconds to make them wide enough for him to fit through. Other than by touch, there's a distinct lack of control behind this ability. It'll instantly create holes in eleven meters that'll grow wide enough for him to fit through quickly. Unless he touches it of course and he can instantly create a hole wide enough for him to fit through.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Caesar has to be careful if he's hurt or weakened in any way the holes will become unstable and close. And, unfortunately, friendly fire wasn't turned on so he or a friend can lose a limb. In addition, it'll create holes in all objects in the area if he activates his area of effect ability - and he can inconvenience a friend this way.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"You ready to write my biography now?"

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

@Nosuchthing After my run I'm going to give him a really fucked up power.

@Ghost Note

Can't wait :D

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Cesar Cortez

Cesar Cortez

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

" Most things are shit, now they're just shit for more people."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Cesar Cortez

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

N/A

▼ | GENDER : |

Male

▼ | AGE : |

23

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"Like what you see?"

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'7ft
▸ WEIGHT : | 135lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Hispanic
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Brown
▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Cesar looks younger than he is, with an air about him that suggests immaturity and childishness. Blessed with the kind of metabolism that allows him to eat absolutely anything and get away with it he is fairly slim, skinny might even be appropriate. His dark hair is usually messy, mainly because all he does is run his fingers through it as he rushes out the door. Defined cheekbones and a square jaw complete his boyish good looks, though heavy brows lend an air of poor temper to him that is probably not entirely fair.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Whatever he found on the floor that didn't smell too bad. Again contributing to his appearance of immaturity, Cesar tends to just grab whatever is in arms reach and throw it on. He always wears comfortable sneakers and usually t-shirts with large, colourful logos on. Yes, he might be in his mid-twenties, but he still dresses like a child.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"You wanna know when I lost my virginity as well?"

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Hyperactive would probably be the first word that springs to mind when considering Cesar. He almost never seems to stop talking and certainly doesn't stop moving. If he's not fidgeting with something then it usually means something is very wrong. Well meaning, he's usually trying to do the right thing, even if he's annoying in the way he goes about it.

Seeing the best in everyone, it's pretty hard to get under this idealistic, naïve young man's skin. He tends to brush past other's faults and acts as though it is his personal mission to be everyone's best friend. With this comes an eagerness to help, he'll follow instructions to the letter, and beyond, probably getting under people's feet until they set him another task.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Medical Training: Cesar is a medical school graduate, which means he has an excellent grasp of human anatomy, medical procedure and the theory of how to treat a whole variety of maladies and injuries. Unfortunately the Incident occurred at the beginning of his internship, leaving him with virtually no practical experience of any of this.

Bilingual: As a proud Hispanic, it's only natural that Cesar would speak Spanish along with English.

Speed Chess: While Cesar's hyperactive nature meant he rarely sit's down for something so sedate as a board game, he was introduced to Chess by his grandfather. Cesar is an able player, though tends to rush headlong into it, relying on instinct rather than strategy.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

Cesar was been born into a successful family, albeit a success that lasted . His grandfather was a respected surgeon, his parents successful entrepreneurs. Unfortunately misfortune only seemed to follow misfortune. The dot com bubble burst, destroying his parent's investments, followed by the revelation that his grandfather had been falsifying records in order to treat patients without the appropriate insurance. Noble perhaps, but enough to destroy the old man's career.

A gifted young man, Cesar could easily have been held back in school due to his hyperactivity, but somehow managed to parlay his boundless energy into ever more boundless achievement at school and College. Graduating a year early from High School, he had already made it clear that he intended to follow in his grandfather's once respected footsteps and become a doctor.

Though there was little hope of financial support from his family, Cesar managed to gain a scholarship that paid for his full ride through College and medical school, especially considering he managed to move a further year ahead when he graduated from College early. Medical school was a challenge for him, especially considering his youth and relative immaturity compared to many of the other candidates, but he did well there, thrived even.

It's just unfortunate that the Incident occurred on the day that it did. Caught up in the chaos, Cesar was one of many who missed the evacuation, though in his case he wanted to stay and help. Field hospitals wanted people with more experience, at least at first, and when they pulled out they went without him, leaving him stranded in the warzone LA seemed to have become.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

To go from a young, immature wannabe to someone that is actually a fairly confident medical practitioner, thanks largely to the fact that he's the closest a lot of people will have to an actual doctor.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Getting kinda personal now isn't it?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Yellow, Type-Red, Type-Blue, Type-Green, Type-White, or Type Chromatic.

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Thoroughly describe your character's power, and all strengths (Don't link or copy/paste from powerlistings, tho).

▼ | LIMITS : |

The difference between limits and weaknesses is that limits is a restriction. Something like range that your character can overcome. Might not be necessary depending on the power, but for stronger powers, I'd like to see some strong and clearly defined limits.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

List anything an opponent can take advantage of, or any negative side effects. Stronger the ability, the more I want to see here.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"You ready to write my biography now?"

Is there anything else you'd like to share about your character that doesn't fit in the above forms?

Would be interesting to see what power you choose for Cesar :)

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Frankie dives to the ground a moment after the Asian girl. Clearly the hangover hasn't done much for her reaction speed. She swears at the sudden cold sensation across the side of her pants. Surely she hasn't..?

She glances down, relieved to see that the wetness in her jeans is from the spilled water bottle, not any lack of self-control on her part. Her mind is torn away from that quickly however, as Yoko starts to twist, writhe and roar like an animal in pain. The cause of that pain grows swiftly more evident as her body begins to change shape. Frances backs away, scrambling awkwardly over the rough surface of the roof until her back hits the wall at the edge. She stares in panic at Yoko, then ducks, swearing loudly as a barrage of bullets tears through the parapet above her head.

Right now Yoko is going to have to look after herself. Frankie has brought her pistol, but it won't be much good from here, not with the amount of firepower the Boyz have brought with them. Instead she fumbles at the shotgun belt, eventually pulling out a small clear plastic vial filled with a white powder. As carefully as she can she taps a line out onto the back of her hand.

The ridiculousness of this flashes through her mind for a brief moment, and she has to suppress the chuckle to stop herself from blowing away a line of the purest cocaine she has. She's pretty sure everyone already thinks she's a crazy junkie, this is not going to help that situation. Too late now anyway. Lowering her head to the back of her hand, she snorts the white powder, feeling the rush almost immediately.

Shaking her head, she widens her eyes as the coke kicks her system into overdrive. It's one of the better abilities she has, at least she stays mostly in control, albeit wired as fuck on this stuff. She realises things have only gotten worse while she gets high, so she should probably start doing something useful before they start thinking that she's nothing more than a crack addled junkie. Cupping both hands, she conjures white fire into them, gathering as much as she can before turning and standing above the parapet.

Flattening her hands out she pushes the flames towards the biggest gathering she can see, a group now divided by a sudden outburst of plant life amongst them. The twin streams almost reach them. Almost.

The centre of the street goes off like a bomb, the shockwave blowing Frankie off her feet. She lands hard the air rushing out of her. Stunned, she lies there for a second before eventually managing to roll to her hands and knees. In a strange echo of earlier that morning she crawls to the wall, using it to haul herself to her feet. The centre of the street is now a blackened scorch mark, with several very dead members of the Boyz lying charred and unmoving the flames. Most of the plants are alight as well, as well as a good deal of the surrounding buildings where the fire has managed to find purchase. Frankie stares at her hands in disbelief at their apparent power. "What the fuck?"

She dives to the ground again as a bullet flies so close it could have given her a haircut. Clearly the explosion didn't get all of them.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

@silvermist1116 jack is flying

@Ghost Note

@silvermist1116 Frances is also on the roof, stood next to Yoko.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

The light coming in through the curtains is painful, but not as painful as the crack of gunshots splitting the air. Frances groans as she rolls out of bed, literally, the thump making it clear to anyone listening that she's just fallen off the edge of the mattress. Dressed in the same tank and jeans she'd been wearing when she dropped the E last night, she claws her way to the window. Pulling herself upright by the windowsill, she pulls the curtains aside and hisses at the sunlight. Shit, that had not been good E.

Squinting against the sunlight, Frances can see the group of men congregated loosely in the street. The gunshots have stopped at least, but they have still left her head ringing. She rubs her palms roughly into her eyes, clearing the sleep from them. It doesn't help, her head feels like it's splitting apart, her mouth is dry and her jaw aches. Her thoughts are at least coherent though, and she reaches down to grab the pistol from the table, then slings the shotgun belt around one shoulder. It doesn't actually have shotgun shells in it instead being half-filled with various different shaped and coloured vials. She doesn't touch this stuff unless she needs it. There's a joint on the windowsill, and she tucks that behind her ear before she leaves, lighting up a normal cigarette to take the edge off.

She snags a bottle of water from the crates in the hall. Someone had had the bright idea of stockpiling them here, since most of the water was now either gone or no longer safe to drink. It doesn't seem to have much effect on the sand in her mouth, but she downs half of it anyway, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

The sunlight is almost brighter on the roof, and she shades her face with a hand as she approaches the edge. She's tucked the pistol into the back of her pants to let her smoke and hold the water bottle at the same time. Wiping the edge of the bottle top, she holds it out towards Yoko before taking another drag on her cigarette. "These assholes again."

There's a better view from up here, and she surveys the situation. The Boyz are in the middle of the street, not the best position for them tactically, but there are a lot of them, and they're heavily armed. "Their shit ain't even that good, I'm still hanging from that E they sold me last week."

None of the Boyz' stuff had made it into her belt, she tries to keep that stuff as pure as possible, it is hard to replace, and it is a lot easier to use her powers on the pure stuff. It's getting harder resisting it though, especially with the poor quality of the highs that seem to be on the street right now. Mainly stuff that's been cut by the Boyz to increase their profits. "Shit, I should shoot them just cause of how bad that stuff is."