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Memento



"Can your clones become sapient?" Andrew asked.
Morie blinked, shaking her head after a moment, thinking she understood what he was asking. "Not really. I-I can control any of my clones, but only one at a t-time... body-hopping, y'know? The rest are lifeless." Lifeless wasn't the exact right term because they still kept up enough basic functions to avoid natural bodily decay and all, but that wasn't worth getting into right now.
The girl's attention was taken by movement in the corner of her eye--a wall sliding away, a figure stepping in from the revealed entrance. Rachel! Morie perked up, giving her a small wave and smile in response to the woman's wink--Morie's smile faded slightly as she registered that the woman seemed more on edge than usual. Hardly surprising, considering the earlier phone call. Just what was happening?
As Morie listened with one ear to Rachel's words as she addressed the group, her mind started to race. What if Carmen's suspicions were right, and they were going to be fighting villains or dealing with an emergency already? That still wasn't confirmed, but Rachel beckoning them to follow her so they could put on their costumes wasn't a good sign. The excitement of seeing and trying on her cape outfit for the first time was suppressed by the rising anxiety.
She was in her normal body. No super-strength or speed to speak of, and the thought of something happening to this body specifically made her sick. As far as Morie knew, practically it didn't matter--this original body of hers was physically identical to any other freshly made clone, but... the idea of losing it scared her.
Caught in her own thoughts, her heart racing, she sat back down on the couch and stared hard at the floor as the rest of the group followed Rachel.
If her clones from Edmonton had made it yet, Rachel would have told her already, so evidently they weren't here. That meant she was without her stronger Brute bodies, which wasn't ideal, but that also wasn't what was causing the panic to set in. She just needed any clone. Even a default, unstrengthened one was more than fine. Literally any body but the one she was currently in--and she had a few of those, back at Rachel's house where she was staying now.
Okay, relax. Morie gave her cheek a quick slap, focusing on her goal of getting one of her clones and ignoring her fear of the consequences if she couldn't.
She jumped up from her seat, glancing over to the group heading through the doorway that Rachel opened for them--the woman was her instinctual first choice to go to, but she was occupied at the moment which left...
Morie winced slightly as she turned to the director. She was sure he was also needing to do things, but he wasn't the one surrounded by a bunch of super-powered children at the moment, so...
"Director, I need to know if we're going to be put into some sort of danger," she said to him, her sharper focus keeping her from any stutters. "I need at least one of my clones from Rachel's place if so." While she kept a more-or-less polite tone, she was definitely being more demanding and direct than her usual. If such insulted the director, she'd make sure to apologize--after her problems had been sorted.

Memento



Morie couldn't help but smile as she watched Beverly's genuine curiosity take hold of her, bringing something up that Morie herself hadn't considered much--that maybe she didn't have to mimic a wound she healed. It was something she had never tried since she had always just assumed the copying was the way the ability worked. Considering the other aspects of her power, it was a fair idea.
"Hm... something to look into..." she said with a small nod. Her smile grew, both a quiet attempt to soothe any of Bev's worries, and also because of her continued apparent fascination with the idea of having a bionic arm.
Morie's smile faded as she turned and blinked at Overclock's questions, taken by surprise mostly by the concerned tone. That was... nice--though as she processed the questions, she knew he wouldn't like the answers. As she thought about how to word her reply, the director came in for something of a save, earning him a silent, internal 'thank you' that would never reach him. Morie glanced around, wondering how many others had heard what she had said, and she met eyes with Aaliyah for a moment--more concern directed Morie's way clear in her expression.
She was making people worry. While it was kind of a nice feeling--this was already more concern than she had received in her last two parahuman groups--she definitely didn't want them stressing over details like this. She considered lying, or maybe bending the truth. Make it sound less... bad? They'd find out how it functioned eventually though, so there was no long-term benefit from that dishonesty. Bev's defense helped, though.
The pain... well, it was what it was. Morie felt like she had experienced it all at this point already--that didn't necessarily make it not there, but she assumed it was easier for her to deal with than it was for anyone she healed. And, more importantly, she always had the option to just ditch the body to get away from it, only experiencing some phantom pain for a short time after. The bottom line was that the actual damage of an injury was essentially irrelevant to her. It would be senseless for her to not use her ability to heal someone because she was afraid of some momentary pain. The concerns were kind and understandable, but Morie would never agree with them.
That was... a lot of thoughts to try to put into words, though.
The girl glanced between Overclock and Aaliyah with a faint and apologetic smile, giving them a slow, small shrug.

Seated next to the younger girl now, she responded far better than Morie was anticipating. The older girl lit up a bit, accepting her handshake. "Nice to m-meet you too, Carmen," she said, wincing ever-so-slightly at her failure to keep herself from stuttering. Not that Morie felt she should be particularly concerned with how she came off to the young girl, but... it still felt kind of embarrassing and uncool. She scratched her nose for a moment in an attempt to hide the mild onset of timidness in her smile, thankful she had gotten Bev to come over as well.
Overclock spoke again, going into his own introduction, winning Morie's attention due to their earlier brief interaction. Seemed like he was another one who had little issues speaking out, giving quite a bit of info on himself. Sean--the person behind the Overclock name. And she noticed him throw a smile in Carmen's direction. Mhm, he seemed nice.
A cellphone rang, quickly revealed to be the director's. Morie paid little mind at first, more focused on thinking about what she could or should say to Carmen, but her attention was quickly taken again thanks to the director's tone. The words he spoke just before hanging up got a bit of adrenaline to start going through Morie's body--"...I'll see to it that our Guardians are alerted, and that The Wards...Get prepared."
Morie perked up further as he called Fashionista--Rachel, who she had been living under the care of since she had arrived in Redline. The train of thought was almost enough to distract her from the rather frantic conversation the two were having. It sounded... concerning, to say the least.
Carmen stood, voicing her worry and giving a quick introduction and show of her ability.
Impressed by both the ability and how she had introduced herself even more confidently than Morie had herself, she found herself smiling. She gave Carmen a soft, approving bump on her shoulder as the girl sat back down. "Super cool," she said to her quietly.
Morie's thoughts turned back to the director's calls, her hand stuffing back into her pocket. From the half of the conversations they had heard, it didn't sound like combat, like Carmen suspected. Like everyone else, Morie was curious to know what it really was.
The girl stood from her seat in an effort to burn some of the adrenaline-fueled energy she felt. She eyed the director seriously as Caiden urged him to tell them what was happening, a much simpler "Mm," coming from her to echo Caiden's sentiment.

Memento



Morie simply shrugged and gave a small apologetic smile to the director as he did what he could to salvage her... brief introduction.
The girl blinked when Beverly asked for more details on her power, in such a kind and genuine way that Morie couldn't help but smile. "...Sure," she responded, giving a little 'hmm' as she took a second to consider how best to explain.
She was given some extra time to think since the suspected Master, Gray Man, jumped in for his own introduction--real name Will. He had noticed Morie's glances, evidently, seeing as he'd winked at her... he spoke easily to the group, with the same flair of confidence carried over from the way he had been seated next to the director. Morie's faint smile from her interaction with Beverly faded some, as she pieced together more info on his ability through the introduction--to some degree he could influence what others believed through his spoken word.
Morie began to feel sick, a slow hand moving up to clutch her hoodie at her chest. Will didn't seem to have any bad intentions--seemed nice enough, but... past experience meant that made things even worse for the girl.
Gray Man scared her. Morie fought with her own thoughts to try and calm herself, but breathing continued to get more difficult. With every passing second, despite everyone in the room, she felt more alone--

"So, seems we've got a... I checked this in the dictionary, ramboctious fellowship of potential heroes? If so, welcome; we're glad to have a dedicated healer on our side! Also, if you want, we can go clothes-shopping as well, but on a different day than my outing with Will!"

Morie felt her distant gaze begin to refocus as she realized she was being spoken to, finding herself staring at Andy's extended hand. Then there was the confusion as his words registered... was the kid implying her clothes were ugly? Or was... he asking her out on a date?! She glanced up quickly, now panicked in a different way. "I--" she began, stopping herself quickly as she forced herself to really examine what had been said--the situation she had been zoning out of.
No, he was just... a bit awkward, but also very friendly--at least as far as Morie could tell thus far. The girl finally accepted the handshake, clearing her throat a bit. "I'm... I think I'm good on clothes, but... thanks," she said with a bit of a strained smile.
Next up was the girl with the metal arm, introducing herself as Jane. A tinker focused on things controlled by a person, that was cool!... Morie smiled at the morbid joke, and Beverly's response to it.
Ah, right! Beverly.
Morie took another second to collect her thoughts, before turning her head towards the girl next to her. "My healing--m-mind if I give your arm a small scratch?..." she asked. When Beverly agreed, Morie shifted her body to face the taller girl better, gingerly holding Beverly's right forearm with her right hand. With her left, she scratched her nail across Bev's skin, not hard enough to draw blood or anything, but enough to leave a red discoloration.
Still holding her arm, and making sure the same spot of her own forearm was in Beverly's sight, Morie used her ability. A moment later, the redness faded away from Beverly's skin and showed up in the same spot on Morie's arm.
She let go, glancing up at the girl with her faint smile. "I guess I don't really heal--m-more like I move the injury over to myself." Morie paused, smile fading a bit as she mulled over how much more she should say, giving a small sigh as she felt her cheeks beginning to warm. "It's a bit morbid, but it's not q-quite as limited as it seems, because I can make duplicates of myself. They take t-time to create, but I can use them to 'heal' a bunch of wounds or illnesses until... the body can't take on any more and dies, or w-whatever. A-and then I can absorb those duplicates to give myself, um, basic Brute stuff... i-it's a kind of organic matter manipulation at its core, basically..."
She... was talking too much. Morie gave a little shrug, lowering her arm, once again being distracted by a new arrival.
...Now this guy was extroverted. Similar to Will, he showed no difficulty speaking to the group as he told them both his Cape name and his real name. Whereas Will did seem to care to some extent, this Caiden seemed to just... not. Well, with what this team was supposed to be doing soon enough, confidence wasn't a bad trait to have. Morie just had a feeling Caiden would be a little overwhelming for her to interact with early on.
The next arrival was the first to actually take Morie by surprise--a girl, pretty clearly the youngest of the group. She gave a small wave, but said nothing, making her way over to the couch to sit.
Morie blinked as she watched the girl, before glancing to Beverly and giving her a small nudge on the arm with her elbow to get her attention. She motioned towards the seated younger girl with a subtle nod of her head to show her intention, and moved to rejoin the group as Jane brought up a good but probably difficult question for the director. Hands in her pockets, Morie sat a few feet next to the newest arrival.
"Hey," she said softly, glancing between her and Bev, wanting the taller girl to also hear her introduce her real name. "My name's Morie." She wore a faint and warm smile, leaving it at that for now. She didn't want to make the girl feel pressured to talk to her or anything, but if she wanted to give her own name, it was clear Morie was happy to hear it.
Morie listened to the group chatter. On the topic of a leader, Morie was unconcerned. The best candidates would naturally reveal themselves in short time--give it a couple days of being together at most, and voting on a group lead would be easy enough.
The other topic was Jane's question, which had Morie's attention more. For her own part, it wasn't too hard to figure out why she had been picked. For one, she had just... approached the PRT to ask if she could help (similar to Andy, from the sounds of it). Then, considering her ability to heal--well, that could probably get her on just about any Cape team on the planet, regardless of anything else about her. And of course, her foster family was incredibly supportive of her desire to be a hero, so permission had been no issue. Not a stretch to understand she had been placed into this Wards initiative.
Hearing about the reasons for all the others, though, was something that interested the girl greatly. It was an opportunity to learn a lot about them, as evidenced by Andy's response.

Memento



"Before we continue, you all will be needing these."
She was the last to arrive? Huh. With the director's comment, Morie used two hands to gently catch the container he tossed her way--earbuds for comms. The girl felt a smirk tug at the edge of her mouth, the funny thought that she had been recruited into some kind of Cape secret service playing with her imagination.
The smile faded hearing the next part of the director's words, Morie's eyes glancing towards the boy who sat easily next to the director, a picture of self-confidence. She didn't know it, but her brow furrowed as she kept him in her sight, replacing her own earbud with the new pair with no hesitation. Gray Man. Likely a Master who could influence others through sound.
Morie's heartrate was rising, and she swallowed hard. Trying to avoid any obvious staring, her eyes darted away and stopped on the director for a moment when she saw him look her way, beckoning her to join the rest. She frowned slightly and looked back towards Gray Man. After a moment of hesitation, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began to make her way over as the girl with the long, pretty hair stepped up for her introduction first. While Morie's racing mind was nervous and preoccupied with this Gray Man, she registered the girl's name--Beverly.
Perhaps a needed distraction from Morie's thoughts came in the form of Beverly's gizmo... malfunctioning. Morie found herself staring wide-eyed as the sphere spewed a lot of confetti. She finally blinked, having a hard time believing enough of the stuff had come out that it had essentially completely buried Beverly. Though Morie's confusion was clear on her face, she moved forward to take the hand Beverly had stuck out of the pile, pulling on it to help the girl out of her... papery tomb.
"Y-You okay?" was all she managed to say, cringing internally that she stammered her first word to any of them here--though luckily was left with just about no time to dwell on that thanks to the appearance of another girl.
Morie turned slightly and looked over her shoulder in time to see what looked like a portal closing behind the newcomer, who promptly introduced herself as Aaliyah. Despite the sudden chaos, Morie was learning about her peers, which was nice. Aaliyah who had some kind of ability to portal around, and Beverly who was... a tinker, of some sort.
Speaking of, Morie suddenly became acutely aware that she was still holding Beverly's hand, and let it go, trying not to bring attention to her realization. Instead, as she looked back to Beverly, she noted all the pieces of confetti hanging onto her, and reached up to help brush some out of her hair and off her shoulders. As she did so, she understood that she was probably expected to introduce herself next, seeing as she had probably brought attention to herself by helping Beverly. She quit brushing confetti off the taller girl and stuffed her hands back in her pockets, glancing around the room, feeling her face a bit warm.
"I-I'm--" she pursed her lips for a split second in annoyance at her failure again to not stammer, before finishing the sentence. "Memento." She thought about how the group had gotten a hint at Beverly and Aaliyah's powers, but... she couldn't really demonstrate hers at the moment--and she certainly did not feel like talking enough to explain it. She thought on the minor dilemma for a moment. Best to mention what was most relevant to them, she concluded--what everyone she had ever worked with cared about most, for better or worse. "I can heal you." They could get the details from a PRT file on her or something.
Morie gave Beverly a faint smile before stepping away again, not so far as a terminal, but slightly detached from the group. Her eyes glanced apprehensively towards Gray Man for another moment as she waited for further introductions, both anxious and excited by the unknowns of her situation.

Memento



Morie couldn't deny that the shed behind her new home was something out of a horror story.
A few lifeless bodies sat close next to each other, leaned against the walls. They all looked exactly like herself--except naked, which was the main thing that bothered the girl still. She had gotten mostly used to the unsettling sight of what was essentially the dead, and she had gotten used to the fact that they all wore her face--but she still had never gotten past seeing them nude. Seeing her own body exposed. Morie had a pretty large wardrobe, but not enough to spare clothing for all of them at all times, so she had to settle with just covering them with blankets while they were in storage.
With the faintest of sighs, she lifted one of the said blankets off of herself. The shed wasn't very well insulated, so the cool weather was felt keenly even inside. Having lived in Edmonton before her move for this Ward business, the cold of Redline was nothing much to her when she had clothing. As she currently was, though, it was more uncomfortable.
Morie shifted her attention to a copy of herself on the opposite side of the shed. She kept them organized by their position--this one was her most recent finished copy. It was to be the latest one absorbed by the body she was currently controlling.
The girl stepped lightly and quickly along the cold floor, removing the blanket that covered the copy, and kneeling down next to it. She placed her hand on the copy's sternum, and started the rather grotesque work of absorbing the body's matter. It wasn't violent or bloody or anything, but it was unsettling. Really, that was the entire name of the game with her powers.
As the twenty minutes she had passed, the copy began to slowly shrink in size, slowly began to shrivel. Extremities lost detail and receded to become stumps, and skin lost its colour.
The body was truly dead now--not only lacking life, but lacking the capacity for it entirely. Even if Morie wanted to, she'd be unable to control the copy. It could only serve as 'food' now.
Bleh.
Morie had more copies than what was in this shed. The rest had been left in Edmonton, to be brought down to Redline by the PRT. It was a strange thing, knowing her bodies were being handled by strangers. While she could check on them any time, it still made her uncomfortable. There wasn't much to be done, though--she wanted to be a hero, and those copies were needed for that. The only thing she could really curse was her own strange abilities, which were better suited for a villain.
It was a depressing thing to dwell on, so Morie tried not to.
On the subject of the PRT... Morie glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the shed. 5:54PM.
She quickly covered the copy again with its blanket, moving back to sit in her current body's original spot. She pulled the respectivve blanket over herself and closed her eyes.

A moment later, she opened them again, finding herself back in the taxi she had left her body in--her original body. The one she was born in. It was much warmer, wearing leggings, a skirt, and a fashionable jacket sitting off her shoulders over a hoodie.
Morie sat up and looked out the window, getting her bearings. Good timing--the vehicle had arrived at the PRT headquarters. Her heart rate spiked.
She thanked and paid the driver, and exited the vehicle, pulling out her earbuds--useful for keeping people from trying to interact with her body when she wasn't present. As she stuffed her phone in her pocket along with her hands, the girl sucked in air anxiously.
Nothing to it.
Her feet took her forward into the building, her sneakers leaving prints in the thin layer of snow on the ground, and her eyes taking in the unfamiliar sights of the building. Her gaze eventually settled on a boy who looked as out of place as she felt, being escorted away from the front desk. Morie could put two and two together, which helped ease some of her uncertainty. She made her way to the desk, her expression maintaining her practiced default--distant, uninterested, cold. The faintest blush appeared on her cheeks at what she knew she had to say.
"... I've lost my body beneath the ice of a frozen lake, a-and... and need assistance retrieving it before it skips town."
Like the boy before her, a man was buzzed over for Morie to follow. She did, silently. He was clearly not interested in speaking, and neither was she, instead focusing her attention on her surroundings.
The man brought her to an elevator, going down to the prison level. The fact gave Morie curious pause, but by the time the elevator doors opened again, she was mostly over it. She trusted most of her confusion would be taken care of soon enough.
And it was, when the man revealed another elevator hidden behind a wall. Morie entered at the behest of the man, the doors closing behind her a moment before the girl felt herself descend further.
Alone now, Morie couldn't help but smile to herself, an involuntary attempt to slow her drumming heart. The girl's hand moved up to her mouth to rub her thumbnail against her teeth. Suddenly, her situation had gotten a lot more real. This was all so secretive and mysterious. From her previous talks with the director and Fashionista, she had an idea of what she had gotten into, but...
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open, bringing Morie out of her thoughts. She blinked, realizing she was immediately in the meeting place, evidently, considering the director along with a few other kids her age were lounging around.
Her smile dropped quickly as she went back to her practiced expression. The girl swallowed hard as she stepped out of the elevator, hiding any anxiety with a nonchalant check of her thin leather watch worn on the inside of her left wrist to confirm what she already knew--she was on time.
Morie strolled closer towards the gathered, glancing between them for a quick size-up, lingering on no one for longer than a second to sell her lack of interest.
There was the director, of course, looking as done with life as the first time she saw him. She gave him a slight nod since it felt appropriate, him being the clear direct superior here and all. The rest received no such courtesy though.
A girl with long pretty hair playing with a tinker gizmo. A rougher-looking girl with a metal arm, which gave Morie a moment of pause. A boy who seemed vaguely familiar--Overclock, she realized, having heard of him since she had moved to the city. Another boy who seemed to be at ease, sitting comfortably right next to the director. And finally, the kid Morie had seen escorted ahead of her. She overheard him introducing himself as Andy to the group.
Morie elected not to take any seat, instead continuing towards the nearest terminal to lean against it. She fished one earbud out of her pocket, putting it in, and tapped her phone screen in her pocket to continue her playlist, crossing her arms as she idly looked around the rather barren room.
Despite her gaze pointedly not looking towards any of the group... Morie couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of learning more about everyone. They all seemed so cool and interesting!
Not that she was about to let that show in her expression or body language though, of course. Well, beyond the faintest of smiles on her lips that even she herself didn't know she was wearing.
Lost track of time so I guess this is here sooner than I thought it would be x)

I'd like to express tentative interest. It's been a long while since I've really written anything, and even longer since I've read anything Worm-related, so I'm not sure how long it'd take me to have a sheet posted.
Ah, awesome!

I'd definitely like to stake my claim on The Metal Menace digimon of the group if I could, would love to roll with Hagurumon. As for human archetype, I'm still deciding where exactly I want to go with the character. Leaning towards The Goggle Head the most for now, but if somebody else is really looking for that instead I can go for something else.
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