@Randomness@Crazytazer is right. Lots of practice. If she drinks from her original flask, then she'll be useless. Like accidentally copy the monster useless if she doesn't pass out.
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Esperanta watched deadlegs retreat to the ceiling to handle its burns. If she had more fire she’d follow, but that was probably as bad as an idea as burning its feet. That was a bad idea, right? She made another copy of the flask in her bra, then took a swig and another and another. The room was spinning and she was unsteady on her feet. She took a step and fell face first.
“Fuck, that hurt.” She slowly crawled onto her knees. Deadlegs was back and trying to attack a robot. Similar to the kind she’s seen outside The City walls from the days of the Old World. She learned how to get one started and tinkered with its parts before, but they weren’t conducive to smuggle back into The City. She never thought she’d see one functioning. If what Mani told her about them were right, then it should be able to fight a deadlegs easy. If the girl manning it can get it working. There were others around her trying to help her out. A woman put up a green shield deadlegs was beating on. She screamed to get her out of there.
Esperanta held up her mirror to teleport over to them, but she was seeing double. Shit. Her hand moved left and right, trying to work out which would put her closer or further away. Fuck it. She went right and teleported next to the robot.
“Trip for two.” She touched the robot, then aimed at the area behind deadlegs beyond the flames. She and the robot went in that direction. The landing wasn’t smooth. She rolled and hit the wall, legs upside down, but at least it worked.
“Fuck, that hurt.” She slowly crawled onto her knees. Deadlegs was back and trying to attack a robot. Similar to the kind she’s seen outside The City walls from the days of the Old World. She learned how to get one started and tinkered with its parts before, but they weren’t conducive to smuggle back into The City. She never thought she’d see one functioning. If what Mani told her about them were right, then it should be able to fight a deadlegs easy. If the girl manning it can get it working. There were others around her trying to help her out. A woman put up a green shield deadlegs was beating on. She screamed to get her out of there.
Esperanta held up her mirror to teleport over to them, but she was seeing double. Shit. Her hand moved left and right, trying to work out which would put her closer or further away. Fuck it. She went right and teleported next to the robot.
“Trip for two.” She touched the robot, then aimed at the area behind deadlegs beyond the flames. She and the robot went in that direction. The landing wasn’t smooth. She rolled and hit the wall, legs upside down, but at least it worked.
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Around him the conversation was mostly in English. Seohyung couldn’t understand any of it and he didn’t care to. He’s used to being excluded in social situations, so he kept to himself and his mused about Skygge’s suit. The more he looked at his shoulders and chest the more familiar he became, like he’s seen his body somewhere before. Granted he’s known Skygge for over a year, but this was different. Like he’d seen him somewhere that wasn’t in a work capacity. Seohyung tilted his head. It was right there at the front of his mind, but he couldn’t thi...wait. Those shoulders broad as ever, chest wide and large, he tipped over sideways just enough to see his waist line and the tops of his thighs. Masked Phantom? No. He couldn’t be. Seohyung sat up right and looked across from him right passed the sword woman’s head. No, not sword woman. Li. That’s what Skygge called her. Not Japanese, but she doesn’t look it to begin with.
He was focused on the flowers a ways from the table, eyes slightly wide. Skygge had the exact same body type as Phantom. There’s a Phantom poster on his wall back home. He hasn’t seen it since he was last home a year ago, but he would recognize that body anywhere. He bought magazines just to look at him. It’s what got him into fashion to begin with. He’s always wondered what his face looked like. Now he knows. What was he supposed to do with that information? Should he ask Skygge about it? Would he even admit to it in the first place? Not likely. He kept his face covered for a reason, but it’s not like Seohyung would tell anyone else. He has five friends and he hasn’t seen any of them in a year. Not that he would, even if he saw them everyday. He’ll wait until High Tea was over to confront him. He doesn’t want to put him on the spot and oust him to everyone, especially after training this morning.
Seohyung looked away from the flowers at the call of his nickname. One that’s only used when “Suicidal” was attached to it. His eye twitched just the slightest bit. Her tone was motherly and he hated it. Not even his father called him that and his friends called him different variations of Kame. Either -chan or -kun or -san. He sat up straighter, though he hadn’t slouched in the first place.
He stared into her eyes, fists clenched his pants for a moment, then he relaxed his grip. There’s nothing to fear. “Ri-san, please refrain from calling me so familiarly. In the fourteen months I’ve been here we haven’t exchanged much conversation, and we see either other on occasion in the training hall. I admire your skills, but we’re not friends, lovers, or family. Address me as Kamenashi-san.” The more he spoke he realized he was asking to be hated by the entire table, which was fine. He never expected anything to change. “Also refrain from being concerned for me. I don’t need anyone to mother me. Training won’t kill me.” He’s too resilient for that. “If you want a fight we can set an appointment, preferably on a free day.” He’s watched Li train on several occasions. She’s really good. Enough to get his blood hot. He wants a challenge that’s not robotic. Li could be that for him if she takes him up on the offer.
He was focused on the flowers a ways from the table, eyes slightly wide. Skygge had the exact same body type as Phantom. There’s a Phantom poster on his wall back home. He hasn’t seen it since he was last home a year ago, but he would recognize that body anywhere. He bought magazines just to look at him. It’s what got him into fashion to begin with. He’s always wondered what his face looked like. Now he knows. What was he supposed to do with that information? Should he ask Skygge about it? Would he even admit to it in the first place? Not likely. He kept his face covered for a reason, but it’s not like Seohyung would tell anyone else. He has five friends and he hasn’t seen any of them in a year. Not that he would, even if he saw them everyday. He’ll wait until High Tea was over to confront him. He doesn’t want to put him on the spot and oust him to everyone, especially after training this morning.
Seohyung looked away from the flowers at the call of his nickname. One that’s only used when “Suicidal” was attached to it. His eye twitched just the slightest bit. Her tone was motherly and he hated it. Not even his father called him that and his friends called him different variations of Kame. Either -chan or -kun or -san. He sat up straighter, though he hadn’t slouched in the first place.
He stared into her eyes, fists clenched his pants for a moment, then he relaxed his grip. There’s nothing to fear. “Ri-san, please refrain from calling me so familiarly. In the fourteen months I’ve been here we haven’t exchanged much conversation, and we see either other on occasion in the training hall. I admire your skills, but we’re not friends, lovers, or family. Address me as Kamenashi-san.” The more he spoke he realized he was asking to be hated by the entire table, which was fine. He never expected anything to change. “Also refrain from being concerned for me. I don’t need anyone to mother me. Training won’t kill me.” He’s too resilient for that. “If you want a fight we can set an appointment, preferably on a free day.” He’s watched Li train on several occasions. She’s really good. Enough to get his blood hot. He wants a challenge that’s not robotic. Li could be that for him if she takes him up on the offer.
Where the fuck was she and why does her mind feel clear? Esperanta sat up, dazed, confused, and in need of a drink. Around her were strange people she couldn’t fathom existing and she grew up in a forest with all kinds of...mon...sters. What the fuck was that? Above her was a arachnid creature that looked like a deadlegs, except it had a humanoid torso instead of a thorax. Nope. She not drunk enough to deal with this shit. She looked around the room. Nothing here, but high vaulted ceilings, no doors or windows. No way out. Fuck. She looked up just end time for the legs to crash down on her and the other prisoners. She tumbled across the floor, rolled onto her knees, and looked at the other side of the room away from the deadlegs. She pulled her mirror from her belt, was sucked into it, then popped back out on the other side of the room.
The others were fighting it, but she was looking for a place to hide. Screaming, blood, shrill cries from the all around her while she ran for her life. It was too much to remember, especially in this situation. Deadlegs wasn’t looking at her, preoccupied with enough distraction that she doesn’t have to be involved. Instead, she pulled her flask from her bra and held it up to her mirror. A second flask fell out of it and into her lap. She stuck the original back in her bra and took several twigs from copy. Only half as strong at 48% alcohol, but she’ll have to deal with it until she gets out of here. The vodka burned her throat and sinuses. That’s the good shit. Her head spun for a moment, then she was up and ready to face the copy of her nightmares. A young girl, thin, and taller than her shot arrow after arrow that exploded upon contact with the webs the deadlegs shot out.
Then she was trapped under a web. Esperanta cracked her knuckles, held her mirror up and teleported right under the creature. She opened the copy flask and poured all the alcohol out of it, then made five copy puddles. She teleported to the girl’s side and grabbed an arrow from her quiver.
“I’ll be taken that.” She teleported behind the deadlegs, pulled her arm back, and threw the arrow under the creature. The arrow exploded and burned a fire under the creature. It screeched horribly. Damn. There's fire. It's burning and no water to put it out...Maybe she shouldn’t’ve done that. Too late to care now.
The others were fighting it, but she was looking for a place to hide. Screaming, blood, shrill cries from the all around her while she ran for her life. It was too much to remember, especially in this situation. Deadlegs wasn’t looking at her, preoccupied with enough distraction that she doesn’t have to be involved. Instead, she pulled her flask from her bra and held it up to her mirror. A second flask fell out of it and into her lap. She stuck the original back in her bra and took several twigs from copy. Only half as strong at 48% alcohol, but she’ll have to deal with it until she gets out of here. The vodka burned her throat and sinuses. That’s the good shit. Her head spun for a moment, then she was up and ready to face the copy of her nightmares. A young girl, thin, and taller than her shot arrow after arrow that exploded upon contact with the webs the deadlegs shot out.
Then she was trapped under a web. Esperanta cracked her knuckles, held her mirror up and teleported right under the creature. She opened the copy flask and poured all the alcohol out of it, then made five copy puddles. She teleported to the girl’s side and grabbed an arrow from her quiver.
“I’ll be taken that.” She teleported behind the deadlegs, pulled her arm back, and threw the arrow under the creature. The arrow exploded and burned a fire under the creature. It screeched horribly. Damn. There's fire. It's burning and no water to put it out...Maybe she shouldn’t’ve done that. Too late to care now.
Cold chilled him to the bone. He needed to move. Rosario tried opening his eyes to not avail. Next he tried his fingers and toes. Still nothing. Why couldn’t he move? Where was he? He panicked, fright warmed his heart, but it did nothing against the cold. Was he died? Purgatory maybe? Okay, okay, calm down.
“Oh mijo. My poor baby.” His mother’s voice. He heard her, though faint as it was, but still. He can hear that means he’s alive. Okay, so alive, but cold. Can’t move, but his mother is here. That’s better than nothing. Think. What was the last thing he remembered? Party. Graduation party. Gregorio pulled him on stage to give a speech, then gun fire. He got shot in his shoulder. Men in black ambushed the party. Screams, the smell of blood. Then he-he...Oh God. He killed all those people like the day the Tower blew. What has he done? He’d cry if he could. Vomit if he could. But he could do nothing, but stay still.
“I suspected what he was, but I didn’t realize he was so dangerous. If I’d known sooner, then we could’ve locked him up before he did so much damage.” His father. So both his parents were here. He’s locked up? What happened after all the deaths? Blood and red one moment, then darkness the next. The MPD must have captured him. Okay, so what happens after capture? He studied this obsessively after that day. Dangerous parahumans are locked up in power neutralizing prisons. It’s cold and he can’t move. Cryopod. His father spoke with a few counsel members about para prisons. Some of those are cryopods in large rooms with multiple levels. He’s in prison in a cryopod. He’s too cold to use his power, which means no escape. Fuck. He’s trapped here.
Time passed, Rosario couldn’t tell the difference at first, but he figured out the guard’s schedules from listening to the faint thud of their boots when they walk by his pod. He assumes they rotate every four hours. Each guard does a sweep once. The way they walk is different, so he knows when the shift changes. He counts six different feet, before the rotation starts again. So six guards a day. Took him two weeks to figure it out after he wallowed for however many days. He just has himself to keep occupied when he’s not sleeping and that was enough to almost drive him crazy, so counting guards and minutes of the day was the only thing keeping him sane.
His mother breaks up the monotony when he visits him on occasion. She talks about what’s going on in the city, how the house took a few weeks to get fixed up after the party, how the funerals went, etc. But there’s limited information about the men that attacked them. She said they were terrorists. Poor folks dissatisfied with the rich and a lot of heavy hitters were at the party that night. It was the perfect chance to take them out. Rosario’s just happy his family was safe. She said that during his speech his father got a phone call and she was in the bathroom.
His father hasn’t been back to see him, since the first day, which was fine. He didn’t expect him to come back. It surprised him that he visited in the first place. The shame of having a para for a son probably made his father the talk of all the parties and meetings. He wouldn’t put it passed him to spin it into a sob story for votes and business. He can see his campaign now. As the father of a para child it is imperative to vote for me, because I can guarantee I’ll do everything in my power along with Lorne Corp to get our children back right. As if Gregorio truly cares. If he can keep his seat on the city senate than that’s all that matters.
Rosario didn’t know what day it was, but he knew it was the evening. The second to last shift change walked by an hour ago.
3600
3601
3602
36
The cryopod shut down for a second, then came back on just as fast. What just happened?
“Hey! What happened?” He heard muffled shouts. They weren’t close, but it was loud enough.
“Don’t know. Power sur-”
“Guys check your tablets. You gotta see this!”
The footsteps ran towards him and stopped in front of his pod. He counted four maybe five people.
“What is that?”
“What you do what is it? It’s an eyeball, dummy.”
"You are not alone… The Change comes to all things in time. Break your shackles and embrace true freedom."
Whatever that was shut down the power for a second. He’ll need longer than that to get out of here. Maybe it’ll happen again and he’ll get his chance. He can only hope.
“Oh mijo. My poor baby.” His mother’s voice. He heard her, though faint as it was, but still. He can hear that means he’s alive. Okay, so alive, but cold. Can’t move, but his mother is here. That’s better than nothing. Think. What was the last thing he remembered? Party. Graduation party. Gregorio pulled him on stage to give a speech, then gun fire. He got shot in his shoulder. Men in black ambushed the party. Screams, the smell of blood. Then he-he...Oh God. He killed all those people like the day the Tower blew. What has he done? He’d cry if he could. Vomit if he could. But he could do nothing, but stay still.
“I suspected what he was, but I didn’t realize he was so dangerous. If I’d known sooner, then we could’ve locked him up before he did so much damage.” His father. So both his parents were here. He’s locked up? What happened after all the deaths? Blood and red one moment, then darkness the next. The MPD must have captured him. Okay, so what happens after capture? He studied this obsessively after that day. Dangerous parahumans are locked up in power neutralizing prisons. It’s cold and he can’t move. Cryopod. His father spoke with a few counsel members about para prisons. Some of those are cryopods in large rooms with multiple levels. He’s in prison in a cryopod. He’s too cold to use his power, which means no escape. Fuck. He’s trapped here.
Time passed, Rosario couldn’t tell the difference at first, but he figured out the guard’s schedules from listening to the faint thud of their boots when they walk by his pod. He assumes they rotate every four hours. Each guard does a sweep once. The way they walk is different, so he knows when the shift changes. He counts six different feet, before the rotation starts again. So six guards a day. Took him two weeks to figure it out after he wallowed for however many days. He just has himself to keep occupied when he’s not sleeping and that was enough to almost drive him crazy, so counting guards and minutes of the day was the only thing keeping him sane.
His mother breaks up the monotony when he visits him on occasion. She talks about what’s going on in the city, how the house took a few weeks to get fixed up after the party, how the funerals went, etc. But there’s limited information about the men that attacked them. She said they were terrorists. Poor folks dissatisfied with the rich and a lot of heavy hitters were at the party that night. It was the perfect chance to take them out. Rosario’s just happy his family was safe. She said that during his speech his father got a phone call and she was in the bathroom.
His father hasn’t been back to see him, since the first day, which was fine. He didn’t expect him to come back. It surprised him that he visited in the first place. The shame of having a para for a son probably made his father the talk of all the parties and meetings. He wouldn’t put it passed him to spin it into a sob story for votes and business. He can see his campaign now. As the father of a para child it is imperative to vote for me, because I can guarantee I’ll do everything in my power along with Lorne Corp to get our children back right. As if Gregorio truly cares. If he can keep his seat on the city senate than that’s all that matters.
Rosario didn’t know what day it was, but he knew it was the evening. The second to last shift change walked by an hour ago.
3600
3601
3602
36
The cryopod shut down for a second, then came back on just as fast. What just happened?
“Hey! What happened?” He heard muffled shouts. They weren’t close, but it was loud enough.
“Don’t know. Power sur-”
“Guys check your tablets. You gotta see this!”
The footsteps ran towards him and stopped in front of his pod. He counted four maybe five people.
“What is that?”
“What you do what is it? It’s an eyeball, dummy.”
"You are not alone… The Change comes to all things in time. Break your shackles and embrace true freedom."
Whatever that was shut down the power for a second. He’ll need longer than that to get out of here. Maybe it’ll happen again and he’ll get his chance. He can only hope.
Are normal human abilities such as strength, speed, and agility automatically enhanced in demi-gods? Or do we need to specify it under abilities in the cs?
@SamaraJayne96 The color is a light green. Did the site change it from magenta to green?
Just so it's listed here like in the interest check, I call dibs on Dionysos.
@SamaraJayne96 What color did you use for Dionysos?
@SamaraJayne96 What color did you use for Dionysos?
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