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Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

I like how you called @Mahz a lemming.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

Talk to people. Nobody is here selling their bodies to each other. If you want interaction, message folks and work something out. Or post on this thread more often, because I forgot you existed.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

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Lihua Vuhong, Meifeng Vuhong, & Reyna Baker

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Meifeng had little idea of what her mother was discussing on the phone. She could only hear bits and pieces in between the action of the game - otherwise, she wasn't paying attention. Something was up, but she didn't have to be Sherlock to figure that out. Meifeng shrugged as she went back to playing her game. Sitting with her legs crossed, she played away at the game. Only her cellphone buzzing with the lyric of some rap song. She raised one eyebrow as she grabbed onto it. A text from Cindy - Meifeng didn't even need to unlock her phone to read it.

yo gurl, head over to the candy club when u get the chance

yeah, sure

Okay now came the matter of getting there. Meifeng could take a bus... Oh! The Ferry sounds fun. She hasn't taken the ferry-

"... Meifeng, I'm going to the Headquarters, keep an eye on Lijuan." Lihua spoke in Chinese as she stepped by the living room, wearing her robe.

Neat. Meifeng just got a better option! "Wait!" Meifeng shouted, pausing her game as she stuck her other hand out. "Cindy wants to meet up. Can you take me to Knightdale on the way?" She asked.

"Fine." Lihua said. "Be ready in five."

Meifeng started laughing. "Five? It takes you like three hours to get ready! All I have to do is throw on a shirt and some shorts and I'm ready!"

"Because I actually put care into looking presentable." Lihua rolled her eyes as she started going up the stairs, out of sight of her daughter.

"It just comes naturally to me!" Meifeng pointed two thumbs at herself.

But, yeah. She should throw on some clothes.

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After some more bickering, both of them got fully dressed, and were into Lihua's car. Meifeng sitting in the back wearing her red basketball uniform. Written on the back of her Jeresy was number 07, and had her name underneath it. She had matching red sneakers, and basketball shorts.

Lihua on the other hand was wearing a black dress. With gold earrings on, and switching out her usual glasses for a pair of sunglasses. And a black summer hat.

It was a long drive from Central Valley to Knightdale Rows, but the two managed to get there. It wouldn't be too long before they got to the Candy Club.

Of course, this one particular road they took just had to be a shitshow. Lihua was driving, and a crowd of people had formed to watch something. This wouldn't be a problem if they weren't in the road. Lihua pressed down on the breaks and the car came to a stop. "Oh what is it?" She said, annoyed.

Meifeng rolled down the window, and stuck her head out. Peaking through the crowds, she knew exactly what was going on in there. "Yo, someone's getting their ass kicked." She said as she pulled her head back into the car.

"Good grief." Lihua rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Meifeng." She said as she turned the car off.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Meifeng asked - more out of shock.

"Going to break up this little kiddie-fight so we can get on the move." Lihua let out a sigh as she unbuckled her seatbeat. There was something inside of her telling her to just stay out of it - but it is her duty as a NEST Agent to handle things like this. Besides, it's just a bunch of kids fighting. Lihua fights monsters. This will be easy.

Lihua's black heel tapped the street. She stood straight up and looked at the crowd. She closed the door before she moved closer. Pushing her way through the crowd. Meifeng simply hopped out the seat, slammed the door shut behind her, and ran her way behind Lihua.

Bickering arised as Lihua pushed her way through the crowd, separating Verthaven's youth. Cutting a swathe toward the center, the reason for sudden side-show had become eminently clear. Two young adults were circling each other; a young man not much shorter than she was facing off against red-headed girl in camo fatigues and a red tank top - she was a fair amount shorter and lighter. While normally she might have been concerned for the smaller girl's well being, there was one important detail...

The college boy was bleeding from his nose and brow, the latter being swollen and partially covering up his eye. The girl may have been sweating a storm, but she was apparently unscatched.

"You fuckin' bitch, you're dead!" Yelled the boy as charged toward Reyna. She kept her stance light on her feet, standing on her toes. As natural as can be, she pulled a fist back and tossed it around where it had met with the side of boy's jaw. Two teeth flew through the air and the young man fell to the ground. The crowd erupted excitedly, yelling and exasperated, along with hushed comments about the right hook she had just hit him with. Reyna barely gave him time to recover before she threw herself ontop of him, forcing him on his back so that she can deliver him a consistant beating between her shouts.

"Don't you!"

Thwack!

"Ever!"

Thwack!

"Talk about!"

Thwack!

"My little sister!"

Thwack!

"Like that!"

Thwack!

"Again!"

"Enough of this!" Lihua shouted over the crowd. Reyna immediately looked up from her vicious beating and escaped her tunnel vision, seeing the dressed figure of what looked like an agent. Some few globs of blood dripped down from her knuckles as she tightly held her fist in the air. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths and her skin was flushed red. Sweat was dripping off her skin, and the muscles in her arms were tensed. It was faint, but there were slight traces of steam and hot air rippling around her. The boy beneath her was likely too unconscious at this point to feel most of the punches she was giving him.

"Yo..." Meifeng said as she pretty much just joined the crowd watching. It was that chick she met a week ago! And she was beasting! For a moment she wondered why she didn't help against those REAPER bastards. Once that moment passed, Meifeng remembered that she didn't need any! Though, she stayed in the back. Lihua seems to be taking this by the horns.

The crowd's eyes fell on Lihua, and she made sure to make herself known as she stepped through. Her heels clicking loudly. She took two hard looks around, before she put her hands behind her back. "Disperse! All of you!" Lihua ordered. They stood there looking at her. "Do I need to repeat myself!? Go home now!" The crowd started leaving. She pointed at Reyna, "... Except for you."

However, Meifeng couldn't quite remember the girl's name. Something with an R. Rylie? Rayne...?

"Reyna?" Meifeng just said (instead of thinking). Loud enough so that the girl could hear her over the leaving crowd.

Reyna stood over her victim, panting and trying to regain her breath. He looked at Meifeng before casually pointing at her. "Uh... right, bear fighter? Nice to see ya again..."

She bent over and picked up her leather jacket, before slinging it over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Lihua walked over, completely unfazed by the girl, and knelt down over the boy. Much bruising on his face. Missing a few teeth. She reached down and checked his pulse, just in case. He was fortunately alive as he ever will be - but she might have split a major vein in his jaw. Which could be a problem. "... You damn near punched his face in." Lihua noted, rolling her eyes. She kept examining him, but she had to roll her eyes when the two girls acknowledged each other. Of course they know each other. Meifeng has a knack for the strange and wild, after all.

"Oh yeah?" Reyna asked rhetorically. "Well ain't that a shame, I should've kept going."

"Tell me, do you think all this was really necessary?" Lihua asked, waiting to see what wonderous response this girl can come up with.

"Hey, hey, chill, mom." Meifeng put her hands up. "Asshole probably got what's coming to him."

"Nobody's gonna threaten my baby sister, you hear me?" Reyna told Lihua, pointing her finger. "Not if they got a death wish."

Lihua, again, had to roll her eyes. An overreaction to something that could have easily been shrugged off. She didn't know the context, but she couldn't care. Lihua stood straight up, and put her hand on her hip. Facing Reyna, and utterly unfazed by her displays of strength. "Noted... Do you mind telling me your name, Miss...?"

"Oh sure," she replied sarcastically, "mind showing me your badge?"

Oh, she's so funny. Lihua rolled her eyes. "Do not get smart with me, little lady." Lihua said, narrowing her eyes. "All I have to do is make one phonecall..."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey...." Meifeng quickly stepped in between them. Because she knew exactly where this is going to go. And she didn't like it. "C'mon, mom, we don't have to go this route." She scratched the back of her neck.

"Nah, ah, ah, I know how this works." Reyna said. "C'mon, where's your badge? You don't got a badge? You're full of shit."

It took a lot of restraint to avoid letting her anger slipping out. She completely ignored Meifeng and stepped around her to face Reyna. "Where the hell did they teach you how to act? The boonies?" Lihua hissed at her. "All I'm asking for is your name. A name. Is that too much to ask?"

"I don't owe you NEST idiots a freaking dime. Fuck off."

Lihua would compliment Reyna for figuring out that she's NEST - but she doubted that this upstart little shit figured out anything. Probably a lucky guess. "I never said that I was with NEST, sweetheart." Lihua threw her a sarcastic smile. "I appreciate the ferocity, but I'd be more inclined to care if I was talking to someone who was old enough to drink."

Lihua crossed her arms. "And you don't understand. All I have to do is make one phonecall, and your parents are going to be picking you from the station. And you're making that really tempting. If they even give a damn about a little reject lik-"

Okay, this is escalating quickly. Meifeng could see a fight coming on. Only problem was that it probably wouldn't do Meifeng any good. So, she was going to salvage the situation the only way she knew how! Meifeng quickly grabbed Lihua by the arm, and started pushing her away mid-sentence. "... Okay, okay. I think it's time for us to gooooo!"

"Yeah, yeah, and aren't you mom of the year..." Reyna muttered rolling her eyes as she turned her back to Lihua and Meifeing. She paced over towards where the boy's teeth landed and bent over, muttering as she picked them up. "Not with NEST, my ass... rule number one, avoid the cute ones with the crazy moms."

Something about it was vaguely familiar. In fact, Reyna said something about teeth in her glovebox the night of the party. She dropped them in a pouch.

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"... That child is a real piece of work." Lihua said in Chinese as she slid into the seat of the car. She was more than annoyed - but otherwise, Reyna was irrelevant to her little journey to the NEST base. So, there wasn't any need to take any action.

Though, with a mouth like hers, someone will teach her to keep it closed.

"Yeah... yeah..." Meifeng said as she slid into the backseat. Okay, that didn't go well. It probably could have gone better if both weren't so confrontational. Huh? Meifeng thought about it, and it was odd to be the mediator for once. Usually it's Lihua talking her out of things. It certainly was strange. Though, she kinda wished that she could have gotten Reyna's number.

Oh well.

Lihua turned the keys in the ignition, and started driving on past the scene. Fortunately, the crowd was gone so she could go drive off.

They went on the road just like nothing happened. The sky above them started getting darker as clouds formed. "Good grief, it's going to rain again." Lihua said, annoyed.

"Heh, I love this rain. Infinite supply." She put her hands up, palms not too far apart. Creating a torrent of water between her hands.

Eventually the two arrived at the Candy Club. Lihua got out of the car, and leaned up against the car with her arms crossed.

"Well, we're here..." Meifeng faced Lihua - wondering why she hasn't drove off, yet.

"I wish to have a word with Miss Keagan." Lihua said. "I have to apologize for the lack of work I've been offering her."

"Oh, okay." Meifeng nodded her head as she ran up to the doors of the Club.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

@Mahz, add a report user option at the end of posts so I can remove this filth from the face of the forum, @UrbanEvolution.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

The Dreadnaughts

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That day, on normal circumstances, they would be a flurry of limbs trying to keep up with the rush of children leaping and bounding to get a taste of the Candy Shack’s soft served ice cream. With the comings and goings of all affairs sordid, many parents sought to lock their children up in their houses forever if they could have it their way. Those who did come came solo, whether it be by skipping school or grabbing a cone and hanging out by the van to finish it so their guardians wouldn’t know they made a detour on the way home.

But even those were few.

The rain was ever-pouring, and at this rate, beginning to flood the streets with an inch or two inch deep pool, prompting the Candy Shack to take its drives ever so slowly, so that they wouldn’t hydroplane into the nearest telephone pole.

The three Dreadnaughts kept themselves busy, however, in helping Eyes analyze new data from recent events. Including all that was covered by the news, and the ones that weren’t. Whatever that metal-faced, electricity shooting thing was, either NEST or the press didn’t want its information being released. The last thing the people needed to hear was that there’s a meta-human super weapon. Baron would love to sit down and have a session with it, to get an idea of how their psychological state was. Isaiah was on the fence whether he wanted to learn all of its capabilities or simply destroy it. Grit just thought it was awesome that there was a robot fight.

Between it, the battle in the middle of the city, and the non-stop rain, there was definitely some work to be done. There was light that had to be shed. So far, most of what could be gleaned from the weather was that it wasn’t natural. Anything more than that was up to speculation, because the field of meta-humans was none of their specialties. That said, forcing weather patterns in an isolated location, keeping it raining, is bound to have devastating after effects of the region’s climate. Without a doubt, after this all blows over, they better take in as much water as they could. They were predicting a severe drought.

There was of course nothing that could be done about that. Not like what could be done with NEST’s battles. While mostly unconcerned with their matters, it did take some restraint from lending a hand. Especially the battle with Hands of Science super weapon, whose origin they were currently trying to track.
A phone began ringing.

Washe, with a pen weaved through his fingers, pinched his brows even tighter. Grit didn’t even budge, since an open book was placed over his face and he was already fast asleep. Baron reached into his pocket with a sigh. Looking at the caller ID, he immediately frowned.

“It is agent Lihua Vuhong.”

“Fuck her, let’s get back to work.” Washe muttered.

“She never calls.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

“She only knows this as an emergency number, Washe.”

“Good fucking God, you want to leap to her rescue?”

“I didn’t intend to. What I can do is lead her to believe I’m unavailable, and at least answer questions if she has any.”

Washe rolled his eyes and hit a button by the radio interface, and immediately, the atmospheric sound of chatter was played. Café life. Baron cleared his throat and answered the phone, “Bonjour, comment allez-vous? Jean Montague.”

“Mr. Moreau, can we arrange for a meeting? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, ma chéri! I’m sorry, I am in France at the moment.” Baron fibbed. Washe just watched Baron work his magic, always impressed, but also disgusted with how smooth of a liar the man was. “I will be, ah, assessing an archaeological dig. We’ll be delving into a historical breakthrough, and general Jean-Pierre Bosser will be present at the event, who’ll be personally providing security.”

The way Baron stressed his words indicated that he may have been speaking in code. That perhaps this dig wasn’t looking for bones and rocks, but working together to perform a surprise blitzkrieg upon whatever hostile force that may have been plaguing France at this time.

In reality, it was a total farce; but Baron could play anyone like a fiddle.

“I do have some time to answer a question or two though, mademoiselle.”

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

Well, you know, if you're gonna try to take a jab at someone, you could either commit to your stance or eat your words. Let's get some closure, at least.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

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REAPER

Great, heavy steps pulverized the ground as the mysterious figure from a shadow-laced corridor. The muggy air was stiff, stifled only by the faintest breeze from the ventilation shaft. Automatic sliding doors opened for this figure, and revealed to them a central chamber, surrounded by interconnected desks forming a massive horseshoe shape around the center of the illuminated empty space in the room. The light reflected and gleamed off PR-1’s body, which was apparently covered in a layer of a form-fitting, unidentifiable metal, and his face possessed little to no features. It shone like platinum.

There were no leaders this day. Just he and the REAPER agent who had alerted him previously this day, along with a special guest: one of the Hands of Science’s rare and valuable transporter metas. There was, from what he could glean, no time to be wasted in reaching the surface.

“You’re here, great.” Said the REAPER. “I have to keep your briefing short. The Changelings are in a bind. As they are a valuable resource, providing not just us, but also yourresearch with the required materials, it is our utmost to concern to bail them out and allow them a chance to escape NEST.”

“If they do not receive immediate aid,” PR-1 repeated, his voice was metallic, and had the echo like that of bending metal, “then my research will not progress.”

“Correct.”

“That is all I needed to hear.” PR-1 replied, resigning himself to the REAPER’s orders.

“Your objective is to facilitate the Changelings’ escape. If your development is as predicted, NEST cannot kill you. In this event, allow NEST to capture you and take what information you can from them during interrogation. You may break yourself out when you believe nothing else can be gleaned from your capturers, and then, you must destroy NEST headquarters from the inside. In the process of which... dispose of any loose ends. Do you understand?"

“Affirmative.”

The REAPER gestured toward her side, to the man beside her. PR-1 made even strides toward the center, and took off his lab coat. Then it was clear that his whole body was covered – or made of this metal. Where his right arm should be was nothing, and ended at his shoulder. He placed his left hand on the teleporter’s shoulder, and the teleporter acted in kind. With only a few moments to spare, the pair flickered away, and with a gust of wind, they were gone.

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Lihua Vuhong, Sonya Mayfield, Taylor, & The Agents of NEST vs. The Changeling Unit, and PR-1.

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NEST had Heartbreaker, and the remaining Changelings completely surrounded. Sonya took up perch on one of the apartment buildings far away from the scene. Kneeling down, she looked down the scope of her Barrett 50. Cal. Her sights were aimed right at Fig. One shot, and she'll be dead.

Quentin kept his distance from Heartbreaker, ready to squeeze back on the trigger one last time if she tried anything. Part of him wanted to squeeze anyways, here and now, just to put the dead to rest knowing there was one less monster in the world.

Lihua and Leon arrived via flying boulder. Lihua putting her hands behind her back. She laughed a little. "Hello Natalie, I've been looking forward to meeting you...." Lihua playfully said.

"Fuck you, lady." Heartbreaker hissed, as her eyes were scanning the area. Christ. She probably won't be able to shoot her way out of this one. Yet, they weren't attacking, or pushing in, just yet. Which meant they were afraid of something.

A little something Heartbreaker could use to her advantage.

"Heartbreaker, drop all your weapons, and put your hands behind your back." Maximilian ordered. There was no way in hell that he was going to approach her, with her speed and reflexes, it'd be dangerous. Max could have Echo restrain her. "Rest of you, get down on the ground, and if you so much as fidget, the Agents will-."

Out of nowhere, two people had arrived. Their arrival was heralded by a flash of light. When it disappeared, there was a metal man. Just standing there right next to Heartbreaker. Silent. Only Leon noticed the REAPER that teleported him in.

"Um, Maxie..." Leon worryingly said into the comms. "Thiiiink we might have a problem...."

"The hell is that?" Lihua said outloud, as she preemptively pulled concrete rocks from the street, which began floating with her. This... thing was a statue. Just standing there.

"Hm?" Sonya thought to herself as her sniper sights rested on the metal man. "Looks like he wanked a little too hard.... Bastard lost his arm."

Quentin briefly relaxed his trigger finger and twisted to examin the newcomer, eyebrow arched as he murmured "Not again.."

Maximilian was unphased, he kept his arms crossed, and stared down the newcomer. He had Echo ready in case things got a little hairy. Worse come to worse, Echo can pummel this metal man into the ground. "You! Identify yourself!" Maximilian shouted as more NEST Agents leveled their guns at the intruder.

"I repeat! Stand down and identify yourself!" Maximilian shouted again.

"Oooooh boy...." There was a pit in Leon's stomach that was telling him that something was very wrong here. Something about this didn't seem right. So, Leon did the first thing that came to mind, and used his power to look into him.

Ignoring the agent's demands, PR-1 stretched his arm out, and with this mere motion, a pulse of electricity emanated from his body. Not one necessarily detectable with ease, but the ground and the very air itself was buzzing with the field he had just developed upon a whim. In his mind's eye, the entire field burst into life. As expected, he was dropped into the center of an army of agents and right next to him was none other than one of the Changelings he was to protect. There were a few airborne agents upon a floating platform of what he supposed to be stone. If that one was a terrakinetic, then they would especially be difficult to deal with. In that case, he'll bide his time for their initial retaliation, and then, for the woman... the best way to defeat a foe is to put down the allies beside them.

Without looking at Heartbreaker, the absurd sound of his voice said only this: "Retreat."

Lihua kept her eyes on him. She was unnerved by this aberration - if it's what Leon says it is... This might not be pretty. She felt something in air, she wasn't sure if it was just a figment of her imagination, or something else.

"Move, and we'll open fire!" Maximilian demanded. "Surrender now!"

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice!" She ignored Max, and spoke to this... thing. Heartbreaker didn't know what the fuck this thing is, where he came from, what he wants, or what's even going on. She knows that it's time to fold. She quickly started running, followed by the Mannequin, Witch Mother, and Fig.

Quentin lined up a shot with her, but she broke with his line of sight before he could fire, causing him to spout a few profanities before he was cut off. "Agents, open fire! Focus on the new target, then we'll handle Heartbreaker!" Maximilian warned them, and he had no choice.

"... Man, I don't think that's a good idea." Leon groaned to Lihua right as Max was talking. "We might just end up pissing it off..."

The Agents opened fire with their assault rifles, while Lihua, Sonya, Max, Quentin and Leon watched on. All sound was replaced by gunfire as a particularly vicious onslaught of assault rife rounds fell upon the Hands of Science's weapon. The steel jackets coating the bullets were immediately detected within PR-1's field, and he flexed his will to manipulate the electric currents running through it. Every bullet that zipped by was slowed down dramatically to a halt, mere feet away from his person, and harmlessly hovered still in the air. He kept this up for as long as the hail of bullets continued, apparently catching every single one effortlessly.

"Oh shit...." Leon said.

Lihua arched her head back out of sheer surprise. He... must have some form of metal manipulation, or electromagnetic ability. The only possible explaination. Only problem was what he's going to do with all those bullets next. It came as first instinct, but Lihua gathered all the concrete she was manipulating and formed a shield right in front of herself. The rock she was floating upon slowly moved backwards.

"Holy hell! Are you... are you seeing this!?" Sonya shouted through the comms. She refrained from shooting just to see what'll happen - but now it's clear that they're going to need something a little stronger.

"Agents...." Maximilian ordered Echo to put his arms out far as possible, Helena got extra close. "... Find cover! Right now!." The Agents immediately scrambled to find some cover, using the few precious seconds they had.

Quentin stared, open-mouthed, before finally realising what the fuck was about to happen and making a dash for a nearby NEST cruiser, yanking another nearby agent into cover beside him.

That instant, every bullet surrounding the Hands of Science's superweapon were rotated around, and with a motion of his arm moving outward from his body, repelled every last one of them in a blink of an eye at the same speed they were shot at him with. A cascade of bullets shot out from him in every direction.

Agents found it hard avoiding the barrage. Few found cover, the rest were hit. Fortunately, NEST armor provided a bit of a resistance. A cacophony of screams erupted from the Agents that didn't make it.

Lihua loudly hissed as the bullets impacted the concrete. Several pieces were chipped off, but they didn't penetrate it. Not that this was particularly surprising. They're going to need to come up with a way to defeat this thing. All while the Changeling Unit gets further and further away. Looks like they'll have to work fast. Lihua looked over her shoulder at Leon, and nodded her head. She quickly floated onto the nearby roof, and dropped the rock onto it. Both of them hopped off.

"Jesus christ." Leon said, grabbing onto his head. Blood was dripping down his nose. That thing's head... Jesus christ, it thought fast. Fast as lightning. Too fast for Leon to comprehend. "Hope you got a plan for that thing."

"Yes, find a weakness, then destroy it." Lihua hissed to herself.

Dozens of 5.56 rounds slammed against the cruiser just inches from where Quentin had taken cover, yet it held up just enough despite the shattered glass raining down from above.

Max's eyes had widened as Agents dropped around him. The look of shock disappeared once he realized that this was all apart of the job. He shook his head. Echo absorbed the bullets that came flying at him with little to no damage to it. Max narrowed his eyes. Echo was a good shield. However, he figured that they needed to get away from this metal man, and into some cover, before Echo could barrage him with fists.

"I need a diversion!" Max's finger hit the comm.

"Can't really help ya', Maxie." Sonya said, watching the scene through the scope of her rifle. "I'm a bit worried that he might use my rounds against us! Distract him for a second, and I might be able to take a shot!"

Coming right up... Lihua thought to herself. She had the perfect plan. She raised her hand in the air, and the chunk of street she was riding floated up into the air. Lihua looked over her shoulder, and asked, "Leon, where is it?" She asked, because the last thing she wanted to do was poke her head out and lose it.

"He's still... standing there." Leon pointed downward, right where he was standing.

The noise, the voices, they all caused vibrations in the air, vibrations that interacted with the electrical current at different intervals - and PR-1 could hear every last thing they said. Between the screams, the muttering, the panic, the confusion - and plans in the making. They sought a weakness. This was certainly something that should not be found out at any cost, but even after extensive testing back at base, there were far and few in-between. So he had to keep them on their toes. Give them no time to think.

Perhaps, to add to the already swirling storm of chaos, he could add to it. They were comfortable with the idea of taking him out without a second thought and without mercy. This was, of course, because they thought he was nobody. On the contrary...

"Destroy it?" His peculiar voice called out to Lihua in a high pitch. "You hurt my feelings. As another meta-human, I'd expect you to understand... I am very much alive - I am human."

He didn't leave much time for them to linger on that thought - he had no intentions of fighting the likes of the terrakinetic just yet, or the man with the peculair shadow - the electricity ran right through it, but its makeup still interacted with the current. Instead, he act quickly, and slaughter every lower-ranking agent available. Demoralize their armies, break their ranks, and a leader is no leader without their forces. He moved deceptively quick as he launched himself through the air and penetrating the crowd of agents, he paused in the air very briefly, before launching a kick against an agent's neck that instantly shattered their vertebrae. Coming back around and recovering, his limbs and body became a flurry amongst the crowd - registering every movement as quickly as electricity could move and process information. Blocking punches, sweeping legs, and choke holds; with just his two legs and single arm.

"No!" Maximilian shouted as he shoved Helena aside. "Get to cover!" He shouted at her, and Helena quickly flashstepped behind cover. Maximilian was using Echo as a shield, but he has no choice now. Echo quickly flew forward at the metal mind, and unleashed a flurry of punches that went blindingly fast. No human could keep up with the speed, nor could they withstand the sheer force.

PR-1 was somewhat alarmed at the speed of their leader's shadow, and acted accordingly. He kneeled and spun around, grabbing the upper arm of one of NEST's agents and twisting it, making a sickening crack as the limb was dislocated, and was slung around the metal man like a ragdoll between it and Echo's onslaught.

Echo immediately paused the moment that Maximilian realized what was going on. Damn it! Max thought to himself. Thoughts were running through his head as to what to do next - he knew he only had a second.

Lihua was peaking over the roof at the scene. She ignored what it said - because it was an aberration, nothing more, nothing less - and focused on a way of creating an opening for Maximilian. She quickly swiped her hand to the right, and swiped the sidewalk it was standing on from under it's feet. Lihua let out a sigh. The Agent might get hurt, but it was the price Lihua was willing to pay to give Max an opening.

PR-1 focused on the electrical charge he had stored in Heartbreaker's weaponry - she was fleeing quickly, as he would expect from a scout. It wouldn't be long before she finally went out of their tracking range. There was very little warning of the terrakinetic's activity aside from the slight tremble of the ground beneath him - if she could work so suddenly, then certainly, she was skilled in the use of her power. Only more reason to deal with her last and continue to demoralize them.

That said, there wasn't enough time to immediately react, but his reflexes were sharp enough that he could recover from her tricks before he could hit the ground. This did mean, though, that the agent he was carrying underwent significant harm. Any nerve, muscle or tendon that connected the agent's arm to their shoulder was now totally torn, with only their skin keeping it together.

Maximilian closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Before Echo quickly delievered a carefully placed, and powerful, punch to the metal man.

PR-1 sensed Echo, but having just recovered, there was no time to avoid it. He took cover behind his arm and stood his ground as his feet became magnetised to the floor. He took the punch, and he could feel its impact reverberating throughout his entire metal body. Even with some of the strongest forces of attraction he could muster using only his electric field as a medium, he still slid back a good six or seven feet, his feet grinding against the floor as Echo's power sought to overwhelm HoS' weapon. As the massive dust cloud dissipated, it was clear that an unstoppable force had met with an immovable object

'That woman earlier. No second thought to sacrificing her agent. She'd make a... fine REAPER. Despicable.'

Hmmm.... Lihua wondered for a moment what she could do from up here. She didn't want to get down there herself... but her power works better up close. She had to decide what do do next. She had a feeling that Max would try to plummel it. He probably hasn't noticed it yet, but this thing must have enhanced senses, or telepathy. But, her little attack proved that it can be overwhelmed.

"All Agents, fall back!" Max shouted, he wanted the battlefield for himself, and this... weapon. The Agents started clearing the area. Echo was ready to follow up on that last attack, but Max was holding back.

Meanwhile, on the roof Sonya was on, her finger was to her comm piece, and she was contacting HQ. "... Yeah! We're going to need backup! We have a high-level Metahuman! Can trade blows with Maxi, and repel a barrage of bullets. Send in the foamer trucks, copters, anything!" She ordered them. "Several injured, many dead! Send medics!"

Sonya quickly turned to the local channel, and spoke, "All Agents....." She paused for a moment, wondering what she should order them to do. "Buy some time, hold your ground long as you can, help is on the way." Sonya kept looking down the sights of her Barrett, waiting for the perfect moment to take her shot. The moment other Agents are out of the way, and this thing is distracted, she'll take the shot that'll take this thing out.

... Hopefully.

Lihua, Maximilian, Leon, and Helena nodded in unison.

Hold it off you say.... Lihua thought to herself.

As per the order to hold ground and buy as much time as possible, agents had gathered as much supplies as they could in such a short period of time and built a small bunker of debris, and mounted a machine gun behind it, hoping that heavy fire from large caliber bullets would be enough to at least dent PR-1 or keep it preoccupied as Maximilian dealt with him. He was assailed by barrage of heavy gunfire, and sparks flew as they nicked his body. His senses were filled with intense buzzing and vibrations as each caliber made contact - the terrakinetic could wait, but the one with this shadow was strong and aggressive. An annoyance like him would be difficult avoiding, so it just meant he had to execute him quickly.

"Wait, don't fire!" Lihua loudly shouted, ignoring the ear piece for a more direct way. "Didn't you realize what happened the last time?!" The Agents didn't even listen to her (Or they didn't hear her). "Idiots!"

The machine gun fed PR-1 with a stream of bullets that he suspended in the air, though with a little more lag than it did with the smaller bullets from their firearms. He spun them around himself to help them gain momentum as he analyzed every detail he had observed during this fight, while keeping in mind the enemies that surrounded him. The shadow was fast and strong. He doubted that firing directly at Maximilian would work if the shadow could block them.

He pointed at Max, and a couple of them flew straight at Max anyways. A second or two of lag between waves, however, and the other bullets shot across and curved back to fire at Max from behind in order to deceive him. Large caliber bullets were fired at the agent from all directions surrounding him.

"Max, you're gonna want to duck!" Leon hopelessly said into the comms as he realized this thing's plan ahead of time. Leon decided to stop sitting on the sidelines and grab the sniper rifle hanging off his back. He knelt down on the edge of the rooftop, and aimed his sniper rifle at PR-1. He knew that this wouldn't work, but he was going to try something.

Maximilian quickly reacted to PR1's plan, and dove onto the ground, he retracted Echo, and put his shadow right onto his back, trying his best to cover himself. He prayed that this would work, or some angel would come from the sky, and save him. Or God would stop rooting for this creature and send down a holy strike of lightning. Fortunately, the bullets whirled over him - a few hit Echo, and left massive cracks in it's golden figure.

Not every shot was a miss, however.... Max felt one hell of an impact hit him in the side. He immediately let out a cry of pain as he realized what had happened. Blood was dripping down from him, and it quickly pooled. Echo was fading away slowly, just as Max was.

"Max!" Leon shouted, before he grabbed onto his forehead as a sudden headache overcame him as he tried to peek into PR1's head again. Blood was dripping down his nose, and it was sign that it was time for him to take a break.

"Maximilian!" Helena said from behind cover. Shit, this is not good. Helena immediately flash-stepped over to Max, and knelt down, and tried to put the larger man over her shoulder. She didn't announce it because she was hoping that the other Agents would cover her.

Lihua let out a sigh. Everything was going to hell... Yet, it reminded her of how she spent most of her adult years. Lihua closed her eyes, and let out a sigh. Yes... Fighting in increasingly brutal battles against Metahumans. For China. Lihua took a step off the building, and rocks came off from the side, and she stepped on them. It was a feat of balance, but the rocks hoisted her down. It was ironic. Back in China, she was the one people were fighting desperate, but hopeless, battles against.

A part of her had a feeling that she wouldn't come out of this alive.

Lihua stepped off the rocks, and raised her fist high up into the air. She hoped that she would walk away from this and see Lijuan and Meifeng again.

Her fist hit the ground with such a monumental impact that it sent shockwaves through the Ghost Town. A massive concrete pillar came out of the ground, flying at PR-1 - but Lihua knew of his speed, this was just something to follow up on. The street she was standing on immediately snapped off and she started flying in the air towards it. As she moved, she pulled pieces of the street off that whirled around her to act as a shield.

Helena nodded her head as she hoisted Max over her shoulder. She flashstepped out of there with both of them. God help their souls.

PR-1 watched as the terrakinetic finally make her move and came down from her perch. With a large amount of her forces lay dead on the field, her co-leader incapacitated, she was alone. As much as he wanted to test his capabilities and finish this one off as well to remove a great deal of NEST's threat, there was still the part of the plan where he must be captured. There was an issue that needed taking care of. That said...

There was nothing against the orders about crippling this woman. That, too, would remove a good deal of NEST's firepower. Terrakinetics were threats at almost all ranges. He likely possessed the capability of removing her as he is now, but there was also the matter of winning future wars. To do that, you take their queen with one decisive blow.

The meta-superweapon pulled himself out of the way of the flying pillar and closer towards the NEST bulwark. However, Lihua quickly raised her hands into the air, and flipped the sidewalk upwards to create a wall. This would at least give the Agents some breathing room. Most importantly, this was the fight between herself, and it. The agents taking cover there scrambled to find a safer location, though despite the wall, PR-1 appeared particularly determined to break through. He felt the large conductive structure behind it. He pulled back his arm and concentrated much of the electromagnetic field between his hand and the metal behind the wall, and with one punch, he shattered a hole clean through the concrete wall, even digging into the bullet-proof metal of a NEST truck's hood, before using a similar strength to rip the hood off its hinges. His arm broke through the aged concrete, and faced Lihua with a truck's hood in his hand, and slinged it at her as though it were a frisbee.

This was trivial, Lihua gathered all her concrete together to form a shield - that was a backup plan if she couldn't move out the way in time. She slung the block of concrete she was standing on off to the side, and the hood of the car barely grazed her shield, chipping off some dust.... However, she felt that was just a distraction. Meanwhile, PR-1's arm reached into the front of the NEST truck and ripped out its battery. Pulling his arm back up, he raised it in the air as though he were appraising jewelry. Soon enough though, visible arcs of electricity danced around his hand and down his arm, before it finally died and became little more than an empty husk. He threw it aside, with no apparent change to his condition. He stood there briefly, facing Lihua but without a word or action, as though he sought to taunt her. He walked back a few paces, before ducking under the hole in the wall he had made and reaching the other side.

It was a distraction. Lihua could helplessly watch as this aberration charged up even further. He was already powerful... but what can it do now that it charged? It quickly ducked behind the wall, and Lihua didn't feel any real need to pursue it. She had another idea. The concrete she was standing on lowered, and she created a tent of concrete to cover herself. She was standing in darkness.... her finger pressed onto her ear piece, and then she asked,

"Leon, where is it?"

At this point Leon had recovered. He decided that, for the best, he'll refrain from looking into it's head. His eyes started glowing brightly, as he looked through the wall. PR-1 was walking away from the group, which confused him. "Um... He's heading away... Wait...." Leon did a bit of forward scouting, and saw that he was heading towards more trucks. "Shit, looks like he's going for another charge."

"Damn it." Lihua said into the comms, she dropped the concrete tent, before the rock flew skyward, hoping to intercept it.

Sonya was also looking through her scopes at PR-1. Sonya had an idea... it was stupid, and it might get her spotted, but anything to give Lihua an edge. Sonya hopped from one roof to another, before she spoke into comms, "Am I getting closer to the trucks?" She asked.

It only took a moment for Leon to find Agent Mayfield, she was hopping roof to roof like a frog. Approaching the trucks. "A little... keep heading there- wait, what are you planning?"

"A silly little idea I have." Sonya said as she landed on another roof.

PR-1 marched forward, unrelenting. He knew he could probably take down the rest of the agents with a boost from only one battery, but there was something enchanting about the experience. He didn't just want to succeed in this mission. There was an addiction to satisfy. The euphoric sense of full and total control over his body. He reached the next truck and effortlessly ripped the hood of it off as well. There it was - he could feel the charge. It was definitely enough. Enough for ten minutes. It was plenty of time to satisfy him for the time being. He yanked the battery out of the truck and held it in his hand, beginning to sap away its remaining electricity.

Lihua just came into view of PR-1. Shit Lihua thought to herself. She acted fast, and raised her fist into the air in a swinging motion, like an uppercut. A chunk of concrete violently shot out of the ground at him. It was simply to interrupt him.

It wasn't long until Sonya made it there, too. She hopped onto the roof, but quickly ran to edge of the building with her Barrett ready to fire. She put the kickstands down, and began aiming. Sonya let out a sigh as she lined up the shot with the battery. Except, she needed to wait, Agent Vuhong was launching an attack of her own. Sniping is all about patience, waiting for the right moment. And Sonya felt it in her gut... this wasn't the right moment.

Concentrating on absorbing its charge left PR-1 vulnerable to retaliation, so when Lihua came around and suddenly sprung her attack, he could only help but reflexively attempt to block the attack - with success, however, the edge of the concrete chunk had struck the battery in his hand, forcing it airborne.

The battery was forced airborn - but that was no problem for an expert like Sonya. She just had to time it right, predict where it'll go. She lined it up with where the battery would fall, and when it did, it pretty lined itself up. Sonya took this moment, and fired a shot at the battery, right from a Barrett 50. cal (Nothing will be in one piece after a blast from this). There was the raging boom that filled her ears as the bullet came flying at supersonic speeds. The bullet went right through the battery, nearly blowing it in half. That removed one threat from the mix. Sonya smiled for a moment.

PR-1 wasn't a quick tempered man. No, he was very steady and deliberate in all of his endeavors, with very few exceptions. In this case, he felt increasingly annoyed by the terrakinetic and her support, as though someone were dangling a steak in front of a hungry tiger but refused to give it to them. He expanded the electro-magnetic field across a wider distance and paced towards Lihua. He picked up things he had not noticed before.

"Merciless." PR-1 said in his uneven pitched voice. "Efficient. Clever and strong. You remove yourself from the battle to gain the upper hand even if it means your comrades dying. Even if it means to dehumanize your enemy. You would make for... an admired REAPER among the Hands of Science."

Lihua had to laugh for a moment - yet, her eyes didn't come off him for a second. She was ready for an attack. Was she truthfully better than REAPER? No, she knew that. What she had done here was unforgiveable, and she knew it. Except, she would never lower herself to torturing children... Lihua looked down at the creature.

He paused for a moment.

"Let's see how you do without your long-ranged support."

He turned around and pointed a finger gun at the rooftops where Sonya hid herself. A bolt of electricity immediately shot from his hand and arced through the air like lightning. The amperage wasn't a lethal dose, but could easily incapacitate a grown man struck by it. He sought to preserve his charge. Ever since he expanded his field, he took great care of keeping track of her location. Without her allies, the terrakinetic will be harmless to him.

"Mayfield!" Lihua shouted, looking over at Sonya. She hoped that the sniper was alright.

Pained screams was all Sonya could muster as she violently convulsed, dropping her sniper rifle. Electricity ravaged her system - which was conducted easier due to the layer of wet slime she has around her. The electricity exited through her foot. She hit the back of the roof, unconscious, but not dead.

"Hmph." Lihua was certain that Sonya was dead. Oh well, just another casuality in the war against the Hands of Science. Looks like it's her, and this aberration. The way it should have been from the start. No interruptions, no allies, just the two of them.

"Aberration...." Lihua started off. "You speak as if I care about what a lowly abomination like yourself has to say..."

"We are meta-humans, you and I, we are the same. A real pity that even within this community that the racism remains. Because I am unfortunate enough to be given this form? I am not so different from the animal types that I believe your friend was just now."

"The difference between us is that I choose." Lihua was quick to retort. "I choose to fight and live for myself, while you...." she pointed at him, "You're just nothing more than a gun for your masters to point at their enemies. Only to be discarded once they reach their end goal."

"There are many evil-doers in history." PR-1 said in disagreement. "Mao Zedong, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin - the evil is subjective, but regardless of that, they in fact remained human despite what they were called. The greatest human error is to believe that no person is capable of committing atrocities. That is how we give rise to new dictators."

"You are very correct." Lihua shrugged with a smile on her face. "I am a human capable of doing terrible things just to achieve victory... Even if it means disconnecting myself from my own humanity. Doesn't matter. I'm not the hero. Nor will I ever try to be... but enough of that... we have a fight to the death, don't we?"

Electricity began to build up around the stump of his right shoulder as he concentrated all of the electricity he had available at his disposal into one condensed current. It took the shape of an arm, perfectly proportionate to PR-1's build. Even to the untrained eye, one look at it was enough to realize that one touch from it would be enough to stop the heart of anything that lived - if it didn't explode, first.

"Your interference has cost me valuable time. Regardless, sixty seconds with this arm is enough to be rid myself of you. I have important research that I must continue. You're a hundred years too early to think you can get in my way."

"Oh? The research I'm going to destroy?" Lihua looked at her nails, seemingly bored. Just to taunt him. "... I just wish you'd be alive to see me do it."

As the last word left Lihua's lips, there was no hesitation in PR-1's body, no force that could have kept him from shooting himself across the field like a bullet with his electric arm reached out and poised to strike through Lihua's chest and her heart.

This is it. Lihua knew that she couldn't hold back even for a second. She had to give it all that she had. She barely had a second to react - she hopped up into the air, and sent the block of concrete she was riding on right at PR-1, ready to collide. She was descending, and pulled some more pieces of concrete from the walls around her to ride on. She landed on it - but she was done with the aerial combat. After the chunk hit the ground, Lihua stepped off of it, and readied herself for the next attack.

At this point, she basically forgot all possibility that NEST would be here on time. She silently came to terms with the fact that she could die in this batlle. Lihua let out a sigh. Well, it'd be for the best. Meifeng and Lijuan can move on with their lives without inheriting her sins.

She raised her foot into the air, and slammed it back down. Two large blocks of concrete sandwiched her.

The superweapon of the Hands of Science leapt from the ground and shot through the space between the boulders, grappling onto Lihua with his solid hand and carried her with him - both boulders fell to the floor at their controller was helpless to fight back. The two slammed onto the ground with PR-1 straddling the agent with his solid hand gripped firmly around her throat and his electric hand poised to finish her.

"You would be damning our future!" His metal voice warped and shrieked.

"HAHAHAHA! I'd rather die than live in a future forged by you bastards!" Lihua screamed, laughing. Showing an uncharistic amount of emotion while she laughed maniacially. Because, it was truthfully relief. Her story is finally over.

She can finally stop.

Before he could finally deal the final blow, foam sprayed onto the pair from the sky. From a helicopter, a gun attached to a hose was pouring it onto both and almost instantly, he felt his body become restrained by the strength of the material. Now rendered immobile, he felt the electricity in his arm dissipate. Now, he could only wait for the second part of his patrons' plan. Still, unfortunate he couldn't kill this woman - given all that she has threatened. All he could do now was issue his warning before he was overtaken by the enveloping foam and rendered unconscious: "You know so little of what you have threatened or of the depth of the circumstances that surround your precious city and its enemies. Be careful, agent... you are not so dissimilar to the REAPERs as you might think..."

Exhaustion was creeping in as Lihua was released from his grasp. It was the adrenaline keeping her on her feet... and now, she could barely stand up. Well, this isn't the ending she was expecting, but... maybe she shouldn't be so quick to throw her life away (At the same time, she was more prepared). While she was panting, she looked up at PR-1... as he issued his grave warning to her. She stood straight up and listened. It was definitely forboding, and she knew that there was a cloud of evil swirling above this city.

"... Think I had enough of you for one night." Lihua simply said. There was nothing for her to really say. She knew that there was a great enemy within the Hands of Science....

However, they made an even more ferocious opponent out of her the moment they fucked with her daughters. And for that, she vowed to destroy them.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

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Reyna Baker, Meifeng Vuhong, & Jennifer Caspin

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Meifeng could practically sense the anxiety Jen was giving off. You didn't need to be a psychic to tell, especially since Jen was practically seconds away from clinging to her arm.

There was a part of the bruiser that understood the fear. It was just that Meifeng chose to reject it, and push on with confidence (Or at least a facade), instead of giving in. Meifeng isn't the type to show fear. She needed strength, and fear is a weakness. Meifeng kept walking through the party with Jen in tow - but she kept her head down. She had to remember they were crashing this bitch! The fact that Meifeng had a distinctive, and rather pronounced, appearance didn't help the matter either. So, she grabbed her hat, and tilted her head use it to cover her face. At least she was surrounded by drunken kids, and whatever.

Speaking of drunken kids, all around Meifeng were boys and girls in swimwear. Dancing, drinking, and having fun. In her eyes, there was just eye-candy far as she could see! Too bad that she was dedicated to Anna (If the girl actually returns her feelings). Oh well. Meifeng had to think of ways to screw all of this over. Not like the obvious, and just throw water in the speakers. She had to be creative! Think outside the box! The best plans come when you improvise (Or, she had the most fun improvising).

They were by the fence. Not too many people out here. Meifeng would be content with walking until she found something to do - but the rumbling and reving of a motorcycle caught her attention. She raised her hat, and turned her face to look. She wondered who the hell was bringing a motorcycle to this party. Most parents to these bratty-ass kids barely buy cars for them - who the hell has a motorcycle?

A spark of curiousity drew Meifeng to this mysterious cyclist (Even though it'd probably end up being pointless, or boring, or boringly pointless).The cyclist kicked the stand of her motorcycle down. It was a Kraus-make, and the muscle of the bike and its skeleton was visible to the eye. Nearly as soon as her combat boots hit the pavement, she took off her helmet and locked it around the seat. She was clearly a very young woman, beyond her teens, but still with many years to go. She combed her fingers through curly ginger hair, stylized in pixie faux hawk, blending with the red thermal she was wearing under her leather jacket. A smug, judgemental grin had stretched across her face as she checked out the party's scene from the outside.

And she was hot.

The cyclist leaned against the seat of her bike and crossed her arms as she looked . at the place left and right, before digging into a pocket of her baggy camouflage pants to procure a cheap looking flip phone and texted a brief message.

'Well, I made it. IDK about this place, I just hope there's free food. Wish me luck, lamb~'

Meifeng, after watching her, had a bit more curiosity about who she was. Definitely not someone she's seen before (She dressed like she was from out of town, too). Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained (As she keeps telling herself). It might be fine to find out just who she is. And if she's a bitch, then Meifeng will just deck her and toss her behind some bushes.

It was only after a few brief moments had the stranger finally began moving towards the building. She carried herself with a particular swagger, a sure sign of confidence, but was at least somewhat guarded, if only for the idea that she was an uninvited newcomer around these parts.

Meifeng waited for a few moments as the strange girl walked in. Just to get her a little out of sight before they have their conversation. Meifeng grinned, before walking up to her. She made sure to carry an aura of confidence. "Heeeeeey, you there." Meifeng said, as she put her hands on her hips, taking large steps. "Haven't seen you around these parts."

Jen, who had been reluctantly going along, simply flicks her bangs aside and looked at Meifeng. "Verthaven is a big city, you know..."

Only to recieve Meifeng's elbow. "Shut up Jen, I'm trying to make conversation." She whispered.

The redhead was somewhat taken back by the sudden introduction. She had only just waltzed in and she was already making friends? Sweet. As she looked up, she caught a look at the nasty scar that was attempted to be hidden under the girl's hat, warranting a curious (and maybe even slightly worried) expression.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She responded to Meifeng. Her voice was soft. "I'm new in town, just came in a couple days ago and all, and uh... damn, were you fighting bears or somethin'? That looks sick."

This girl is right to the point.... Jen thought to herself as her eyes went to Meifeng. She looked around for a moment. The whole night there was probably even worse for Jen. It's just that she can walk away from some horrible injuries without scars.

Meifeng can't.

Good grief. Meifeng closed her eyes for a moment, and tried to clear her mind. Just remember you're moving on from that. Meifeng thought to herself, as she simply looked off for a moment. "... Something like that." Meifeng softly said. Not making eyecontact again for another couple seconds. She realized that, with one comment about her scar, she basically froze up with awkwardness. God damn it, I can't keep doing this. She thought to herself.

"Dude!" She chimed with goofy smile, butting her with her elbow. "Remind me not to mess with you then, eh?"

"... Uh, where are you from, then?" Jen asked, trying her best to change the subject from Meifeng's injuries. Because not everyone can look as scarless as Jen.

"Huh? Ooohh, right, right... up and over by Maine, actually. Y'know, top right corner? Opposite of so-Cal?"

"Oh?" Jen said. "How is it up there?" She said, trying to make small talk. There was a part of her that was highly questioning the decision to visit Verthaven of all places. Yet, there was a familar aura around the girl. With the hair, motorcycle, and... the bruises on her knuckles that Jen found very hard to ignore. Like she seemed like the type of person who wouldn't care about all the chaos that's swirling around Verthaven, and show up anyway. Because it'd be fun. A lot like Meifeng and the other girls that Jen knows.

Meifeng had crossed her arms, choosing to remain silent. Just for a second. She made one big inhale through her nose, then let it all out her mouth. A breathing technique they taught her in Karate class. She didn't want to let Jen keep the conversation going (Or God forbide try). She looked out through the fence at her bike again.

"... You came all the way here from Maine on that?" Meifeng suddenly said, throwing a thumb in the direction of the bike. "You braver than me - but the question I want to know is, what brought you to this party? Only Verthaven kids here."

"Cold." She said simply and unimpressed to the two girls, nodding. "Cold and wet. Like Cali - but colder, and with shittier streets. And moose."

She turned to face Meifeng, the the corner of her mouth curled up in an amused smirk.She shifted her weight to one side of her body and crossed her arms as her hips rocked. "Hey now, don't you diss my ride. I got a glovebox full of teeth from people who do that sorta thing. For the record, I just found this place, okay? Free food, better than eating out, right?"

Meifeng just accepted her simple explaination. Hey, she's right though. Free food is free food. Especially when you're stealing from people too drunk to give a shit. She closed her eyes, and crossed her arms. "I don't get how you people live in these cold-ass states. I lived in Black Fall for two years and nearly froze my tits off every winter." Meifeng noted, crudely, but honestly. "Here in Verthaven, always warm. Always sunny. You can just run out and have fun."

Since she was letting Meifeng take charge (Because it was pretty obvious to Jen that she wouldn't have much to say to Reyna), Jen was absorbing bits and pieces of their conversation. Such as the matter of food. Jen was searching around for some food. While they were talking, Jen saw a pizza box that was conveniently abandoned, and quickly walked over to it. Like, nearly ran. Since, she wanted to get there and back before anything nasty grabs her. She bent forward, and grabbed the pizza, and quickly head back.

The biker barely kept herself from snorting in amusement. "Yeah, well," she started as she leaned forward and pointed a finger at Meifeng, "I guess we people are just made of tougher stuff. What do you think?"

Her tone was challenging, but not necessarily malignant. "Strongly worded banter" was probably a better descriptor for it, but there were definitely some buttons she seemed to be trying to push.

"Hehehehe...." Meifeng laughed, putting her hands on her sides. "Bet you'd melt after one summer in Verthaven!" She teased. She took Reyna's comment in stride (Or it flew over her head). This girl seemed pretty cool (They should get to the name asking part soon, but whatever). This might be the perfect opportunity! Meifeng always told herself to improvise whenever possible, and always do something spontaneous. What's more spontaneous than a asking random girl she talked to for five minutes to help ruin a party?

Meifeng took two looks around, and there weren't too many people nearly. She doubt that this chick was the snitching type (If so, Meifeng will take it upon herself to give her some stitches like that stupid phrase), and she was more than willing to take that risk. She leaned in, and put a hand to the side of her mouth.

"Psst... Let me let you in on a little secret...." She started off, looking at Jen for a moment - who was more than content with staying quiet - and continued her explaination. "Two of us? We're not supposed to be here. The person hosting this party is a total bitch. Like, you can count all her character traits with one hand! So, I assembled a little group of friends to go... you know? Fuck it all up for it. Make the worst party that Verthaven has ever seen!" Meifeng swiped her hand through the air dramatically

The stranger looked at Meifeng with a mix of interest and awkwardness. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "Sounds neat and all, and like... I mean, damn chica. Buy a girl dinner first, y'know? Like... look, hey, my name is Reyna. Tell me yours and then maybe we can talk about a date."

"Heeeeeeeeey... I'm Meifeng. Yes, I know, Chinese-ass name. But, I'm to the point, baby. I'm not the type to fool around with the boring stuff." Meifeng shrugged, closing her eyes. Opening them wide, before she sported a innocent smile.

"Uh, y-yeah, right." Reyna stammered quietly, apparently losing her demeanor. She turned away just a tad.

Jen had returned with the box of pizza (Missing the introductions). She nodded her head at Reyna. "Um, I grabbed us some pizza." Jennifer stammered. "We can talk over some food--"

"Oh great, we've got grub!" Reyna interjected about as soon as Jen came to deliver the goods. She opened the box to peer inside at the treasure trove of the greatest party food that life had to offer them. "Awesome, I'm starving. We can talk about party crashing after I got my fill, eh?"

"Yeah, yeah." Meifeng said. "Could go for some pizza too - Oh yeah, this is Jen." Meifeng noted.

"Yeah, nice to meet'cha." Reyna replied. Her eyes have yet to be taken off her quarry.

Jen spotted some chairs off to the side (Like hell they'd sit in sand). Jen sat down, and opened the pizzabox. Pepperroni. A few slices were taken, but there was still enough for the three of them... Though, she doubted that they were going to share. Jen simply took one slice, and started chewing. Because of that regenerative factor, the NEST doctors said she has to eat a little extra (On the plus side, she'll have to try extra hard to get fat!).

Meifeng sat down, and reached for the pizza - but quickly stopped, and put her hands on her lap. Let's see what Reyna does first?

Reyna didn't have as much restraint as he new acquaintence. As suspicious as she'd normally be of party food in California, she was starving, and she figured she could fight these two little girls off if it was laced - after her system fought that off, of course. She grabbed two slices, and lacking a plate, she stuck them together, the bottom side of the slices on either side with all the good stuff in the middle.

'Like a pizza sandwich. Or something.'

Nor did Reyna have the restraint to keep her from wolfing it down the moment she got her hungry hands on it.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

Reyna Baker

Basic Information

Name:

Reyna Baker

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

“Big Buff Cheeto Puff”, “Rain”, “Rey (or Ray)”, “Sweaty”

Gender:

Female

Age:

20

Height:

5'6”

Weight:

135 lbs.

Home District:

From outta town

Appearance

Hair Color:

Natural red head

Eye Color:

Gray-green.

Ethnicity:

Irish, French, Norwegian

Physical Appearance:

The worst mistake you could ever make about Miss Baker is that she would fit the modern expectation of the “ladylike” stereotype. While she is still perfectly capable of working her “feminine wiles” (aka 28Fs), though it is not a side of her practiced often, or even so much as occasionally. On top of that, she hardly even looks the part. Reyna is athletic, and it shows in her body. Her arms and legs are toned well, and she's even got a trace of abs outlined on her torso. She isn't super tall, standing at the modest height of 5'6”, and she weighs in at just over 130 lbs. While she might be heavier than some girls her age, clearly it is attributed to her fit condition. Her body has little fat, and what she does have adds minimal padding over her body. She has a sturdy frame, just a few curves where it counts, but by no means should anybody see her feminine features and exclude the possibility of her punching you out. She packs a lot of strength in her figure, and you can see her confidence and pride in her poised posture.

If a person made the mistake in misjudging her, it was likely due in large part to her face. Button nose, thin eyebrows, and very faint hard-to-tell-they're-there freckles on top of her pale skin (a result of genetics as opposed to being sickly or house-locked), she has the typical media-blown cutesy feminine face. Her soft facial features are sometimes tarnished by a scowl – which is not her standard go-to disposition like her enthusiastic and full of life demeanor, but is often the product of circumstances which urban environments typically put her in. When you do get to see her when she is excited, you witness the emboldening her green eyes and the stretching of her lips to form a toothy grin that shows well taken care of teeth. Her natural bright red hair (or ginger, if you're that kind of twat) is fashioned into a pixie curly faux hawk, and is well groomed. There is little oil that naturally accumulates in her hair, so it often remains lightweight. She combs her fingers through when she is tired or stressed.

She has scars over her knuckles from the various fights she has gotten herself in, on her fingertips from climbing on rock, bricks, and concrete, but overall, doesn't have too many. She tends to recover well.

Attire:

Most of her clothes look like they come from the boys' section. Her favorite set of apparel goes as such: she wears a slim-fit, red unisex tank top made from the same material used by thermal shirts, which goes down to her hips, where it meets her baggy camouflage pants (providing immense comfort and rustic charm), which is fastened by a black fabric belt to her hips. These pants seem rather faded from use, but is still strong and can withstand many more months of use. The ends of the pant legs are either lazily tucked in or lazily sleeved over (or often times just caught in, but always lazily) her black combat boots that crawl up over her ankles and up mid-shin. They are, of course, steel toed and she often times just kicks random structures (like brick buildings, big rocks, trees) just for the fun of it (and because she can). Naturally, not feeling the impact of such a kick is pretty neat. The shoe laces on her boots are always tied tight so that the boots are firm and comfy on her feet. Over her tank top is a black leather jacket. The bottom half of the torso appears to have been torn and goes down to just her waist, although the sleeves and rest of the jacket are fine. The apparent damage seems to be more for the style of it than some horrific scissor accident.

She has a couple of accessories, which compose mostly of piercings.. She has two piercings on her left outer brow (left brow, left side – further from the nose bridge), one tongue piercing, and half-ring nipple piercings, but nobody knows about them and nobody is ever going to have the opportunity to see them while she still draws breath. On her right shoulder blade is a simple tattoo of a compass, which she got without her mother's knowledge when she was 14 (she still does not know to this day). It's somewhat special for her. It has part to do with her love of adventure and part to do with, despite its simplicity, loving the design. She has a military-style backpack; good for hiking and carrying necessities and whatnot. She has stored quite a bit of dried fruit in it, and a number of other camping equipment in it, lugging stuff around with her that you would normally think is a bad idea (a gas lantern, hand axe, skinning knives, live .22 rounds and shotgun shells – the works). She has three hemp necklaces which are hopelessly tangled together, and on each one, is a thin silver-colored steel heart. On one, it says Merry, on another, it says Mia, and the third depicts a raised fist symbolizing empowerment.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

She is as sharp and unwieldy as as you'd expect from a double-ended meat cleaver, and much like using one, will have as much of a detriment to herself as it can be to others. She doesn't really have a winning personality when it comes to handling other people; she doesn't really make friends easy. She's loud and boisterous to the extent it can simply repel others from wanting to be near her. She's snarky, sarcastic, abrasive, and at times, insensitive. On the contrary, she is nothing if not known for her virtues: naturally a determined, valiant woman, she has set her nose to the grindstone through all of her labors and has built herself a sturdy foundation on which she has built her character, and so her heart has been thusly hardened by various trials. Her standoffish disposition earns her enemies, and while carrying the appearance of being unapproachable, she also carries a curious energy: she naturally gives the impression of synchronous intimidation and reverence. She earns her intimidation through tongue and scowl, and her reverence through action and expression.

This is not to imply Reyna isn't a happy individual, but rather she finds her peace outside the contact of the common folk. This is also not to say she dislikes people as a whole. She is very confident in social situations, and her attitude stems mostly from her expectations of people and how their words or actions can easily rub her the wrong way or be taken as a slight, and at the same time, her boisterous disposition, bluntness, and view on others being too sensitive can similarly end conversations before they begin. Much of this stems from growing up in the city where being tough meant survival. When appealed to her interests however, she reacts in what many would consider almost an exaggeration of her excitement. For reference, she is an explorer at heart. She loves discovery and – surprisingly enough for a city girl – enjoys nature, especially at sites of caves or cliff faces or rivers and streams, or a remote location untouched by mankind.

There also exists a fascination for bugs, fossils, and bones. When these interests are appealed to, she shows a complete change in character: her eyes light up, a toothy grin from ear to ear, and her stern voice is replaced with what turns out to really be a talkative, excitable girl who has still looks to be a child. This child-like giddiness often offsets anyone who is not wholly familiar with her and has only met with her abrasive side. This trait is not often displayed in front of strangers.

Further, as one would expect from not just a young woman, but from also her personality, Reyna is very proud and competitive. She is proud of herself and of her accomplishments, and minimizing that, disregarding that, or invalidating that can wound that pride, and it also happens to be a one-way ticket to making her your enemy. Her pursuit in remedying that damage is unrelenting and unquenchable until she has reached an achievement or milestone that can satisfy that gap which often involves the conquering of her roadblock. This is not to say this is the end of her aggression, as a lasting disdain would lead her to brag over that victory in order to validate herself and her accomplishment. This often puts her at odds with her extended cousin, Mia.

As it may suggest, it takes a stubborn, tenacious, and headstrong personality in order to meet her goals. Repeated failure to meet them warrants breakdown and the destruction of her spirit... but instead of relenting or hesitating, she meets her fear of failure with determination as her method of avoidance, as opposed to passive idling. Unsurprisingly, the only celebrity of any kind whom she idealizes is the MMA fighter, Ronda Rousey, because of her fierce determination, take-no-prisoners attitude, and her ability to arm bar into submission every bitch who ever walked into the same octagon as her.

Taking all this into consideration, know still that Reyna does possess a soft spot for her family and for the vulnerable. While by no means a vigilante, seeing crime and strife as of no concern to her for the most part, she is very close to her relatives and and threatening them can bring out the nastiest possible side of her. In conjunction with this, while it may be hard to garner her sympathy, it is easier for her to freely lend it out to the weak and vulnerable on their last legs and without the means to defend themselves. This includes children, the sick elderly, the malnourished homeless – she might not actively search them out to help them, but if she does come across any of these folks during her travels, she finds it difficult to say no.

Hobbies/Interests:

Adventures, exploring, nature, and competition are all things that Reyna finds interest in. Like mentioned previously, letting her loose in the wilds is the best way to see her in her best condition. A wide-eyed, child-like curiosity overtakes the reigns and shows you an entirely different girl than when you met her. It is also a reckless curiosity. Take that curiosity and combine it with her natural determination and athleticism, and you get a girl who would try to scale up a sheer twenty-five foot cliff face without rock-climbing gear or cables, or even a helmet (although that alone probably won't save her life if she were to fall). Most of the time though, she miraculously conquers such daunting tasks and relishes in the thrill of it.

Competition is another of Reyna's weaknesses. Everything is a race or contest, and it all gets her blood flowing when winning is on the line. In many circumstances, she can take a defeat in stride as long as she recognizes it was something she wasn't particular strong or talented in. However, in the subjects and areas she does excel in, she competes rigorously, and it is in those events that if she were to lose, she does not take the defeat well. A lot of it comes from pride in her talents.

Skills/Talents:

Okay, so there are a couple of things that she is obviously good at, so let's get out of the way so I don't act like it is a big surprise later: Reyna brings on the pugilism. Much like her extended cousin, she does have martial training, but it is more western. She has a thing for boxing and kickboxing. As long as it has an octagon and she can wear big gloves and is allowed to punch people, she gets excited. This should not come as such a huge surprise; for an active and competitive girl like her, this comes natural. Fighting is essentially the epitome of competition, and whoever comes out on top is the true victor, standing over the defeated – the experience of such a defeat being inescapable – and proclaiming dominance. Western martial arts is obviously a much more aggressive style than eastern martial arts, which suits Reyna perfectly in contrast to her extended cousin. Over time, her style has come to more closely resemble MMA.

Now, more alarmingly, her other skills are a lot gentler. Aside from her knowledge of reading survival books as a kid, she is also an artist. At least, to some degree. She has talent in it, and she is confident, but not so confident that she'd consider herself as a professional or would be ready to make a career out of it. But her work is good, there's no doubt about it. She wants to be good enough so that she can give tattoos to people, and to be a reliable artist to do so. Though there is some hesitation in using her own body as a practice canvas, obviously. Otherwise, she can draw, paint, sketch, both traditionally and on a digital format. And, while not terribly gifted in the music and whimsy department, she does have a terrific singing voice from the years of practice of singing her sister to sleep – if only she could seriously partake in that activity in public and not shut down if put on the spotlight. This is the only area where she isn't confident and suffers from stage-fright, and she'll fake or pretend terrible singing otherwise as though it were a joke. If it is only her, her sister, and her cousin, then she feels comfortable to sing her heart out.

In order to purchase her motorcycle, she got a job back in Maine at a fireworks store. Long story short, she knows how to make a couple of different kinds of fireworks, knows some trivia about fireworks, she loves it, and she can easily tell what kind of explosion one is when she hears it. Reyna also had the bad habit of forgetting her keys, so she was forced into the position of learning how to lockpick her own front door way late at night.

Prized Possession:

She took a trip to Florida to one year and got three necklaces braided with cheap stainless steel hearts. She does recognize it is a pretty cheesy thing, but she does treasure its meaning. There was an impulse buy she did get, though: instead of a car, she got a stripped black Kraus motorcycle, which she thought would be way more fun, but instead became more of a bother when getting groceries.

Quote(s):

“Come oonnn! You're such a slowpoke.”

History/Bio:

Reyna was born to an unmarried family in Maine, a product of an accident to be honest, but they agree to birth her in the end. It was a typical babyhood at first, but with the dynamics in the family being rather conflicted, the relationship wasn't able to work and her mother left the house when she was young. Despite the disagreement between her parents, they never tried to separate her from either of them or alienate her. They mutually encouraged respect for both parents. Though being a single parent was a little rough on her father, they managed to truck right through the hardships, even though the father was never really certain on how to raise a girl the traditional way. So he rose her as he would any child, or what would be typically considered befitting of a boy. Being raised this way, she was never told to shy away from what was considered to be boys' toys or clothes or whatnot, and through all that, still maintained her “femininity” as typical people would call it.

During that time, her mother found another man, married, and had another child two years after her own birth. Her new half-sister was named Merry, and her surname, Bennet, took after her father's. Naturally, having already visited her mother every weekend, Reyna got to meet Merry at a very young age and got to spend much of her time growing up with her. Her young life went this pattern for a very long time. Every night she got to spend with her sister, she'd spend it singing lullabies until Merry fell asleep. It was a typical pattern. The next biggest change in her life was the year Reyna turned 13 years old and, when her powers developed. It was noticed when she was able to dog physical activities for a long period of time without wearing out, and that she'd easily dehydrate and performed greater feats of strength. She decided to take up boxing as a way to help cope with the energy she had and to better control herself and her power – though another large part of it was that Reyna thought it would be fun, which explains why she didn't choose any eastern martial arts which were less aggressive and would have made more sense.

That same year, Reyna's father introduced her to her extended cousin – their closest related family member being their great grand-mother – Mia, after convincing them to come into town. Her father knowing that Mia came from a town that was highly populated with meta-humans thought it would be good for his daughter to make friends with her. A crucial difference was that Mia came from Mendel, Lousiana, which meant a much dirtier and more crime-ridden city, which had an influence on Mia and her disposition, despite her kind demeanor. The relationship was a little tense at first due to their conflicting personalities, but they managed to befriend each other in due time. Mia made it a point to visit Maine often, for about a week or two every two or so months, even as cold as it was compared to the southern heat. She fortunately had the money to do so since both of her parents owned their respective tourist traps. They eventually grew to be inseparable. When all three could get together, they sung and played music together, fought together (or with each other), ate, slept, the works. When Mia missed one of her visits, and came by the next round blind in one eye, Reyna shared her rage – though it didn't seem to do much to hold Mia back when Reyna tries to instigate sparring matches with her.

With the coming summer season, all three decided to go on vacation via a cross-country road trip in Mia's pickup truck. The plan was to start taking I-95 down to New Jersey then riding on I-80 all the way to California. You know, a crazy long trip with several mishaps, a couple break downs, dozens of near accidents, and many stories to tell. Unfortunately, the plan has since shattered due to Merry's family not agreeing to thr trip and Mia thinking that it wouldn't be the same without her. Reyna, in a fit of disappointment, wanted to get away from her hometown ande spend a little while on an escape. She has finally made it to Verthaven only a while ago, where she'll rest up, build back her funds, and return home when she's able to enjoy the scenery once more on the way back.

Relationships

Family:

Father: Connor Baker / Alive
Mother: Vivian Bennet / Alive
Half-sister: Merry Bennet / Alive
Extended cousin: Mia Jones / Alive

Dynamics:

Mia Jones | Extended cousin | BFF | "She's a stick in the mud sometimes, but I wouldn't trade her for any other crazy bitch in the whole world!" |

Merry Bennet | Half-sister | Little cinnamon roll | “Eeeee! I love my baby sister to death! She's like an itsy bitsy cute wittle puppy I just wanna squeeze all the time! Ahh! ...Ahem. Umm, yeah. We're cool. Don't even think about fucking with her.” |

Abilities

[Power Class:Super System

Power:

Reyna possesses minor enhancements to her physical performance, such as strength, endurance, speed and so forth – as expected from someone with a power under the super system power class. They are only minor, however, and these factors do not appear to affect her appearance as they exist in a supernatural medium as her metahuman energy. These are just simple modifications as a result of her energy and does not constitute as her power. They serve to supplement Reyna's actual strength.

Augmented Adrenal System (Passive): Reyna's adrenal glands are swollen to greater sizes than regular people. This means the glands are able to produce more adrenaline in a shorter amount of time. But the power is not so simplistic as this – the adrenaline itself is more potent than usual – by about five times. Regularly, adrenaline can increase an adult's strength by about 30%. This means that at Reyna's peak, she is 150% stronger than usual. Which means if she can bench 190 pounds under regular circumstances, she can bench 475 pounds at her peak. This doesn't necessarily put her on the same playing field as dedicated strength-based powers, but adrenaline serves to do more than simply make her stronger.

Adrenaline also allows Reyna to run faster, have sharper reaction times, ignore pain, and the ability to make split-second decisions in intense, high-pressure situations. This means she can race with a greyhound, shrug off an assailant stabbing her arm with a pocket knife, and keep her ground, dancing toe-to-toe with three different guys at a time provided that her glands keep pumping her with those delicious hormones. Adrenaline also helps to stave off other ailments that may effect your body, such as hunger or exhaustion. Summed up: her adrenal glands are turbo-charged and all bodily inhibitors are turned off.

Body Furnace (Passive): Adrenaline affects her body in many different ways, but there is one part of her system that seems particularly affected by it. When in an adrenaline rush, her body temperature spikes. The temperature doesn't seem to stop, though, and will keep on rising and rising until it begins to plateau at a certain point – 525 F, where her skin is as hot as a cast iron skillet kept on a gas stove set on high. At this point, she can deliver burns on touch, whether or not it was intentional. As one can discern, reaching this temperature requires Reyna to possess a good deal of heat resistance for her to even function properly. To her, it feels as though she's just working out on a hot summer's day.

This high body heat does mean that her body is going to try to cool itself down however it can. When her adrenaline rushes persist, she begins sweating like crazy. Drips of sweats beads all over her skin. And as hot as her skin gets, it is going to evaporate pretty quickly. So when she begins to peak, she is also surrounded by steam as a result of her own sweat being instantly vaporized. This sweat also soaks her clothes, which honestly is the only thing keeping them from going up in flames. Speaking of flames... it is best that you don't try to fight her in the forest or any dry area with foliage or combustible material. Her heat radiates off her body, and if around dry grass or dead leaves, she can actually begin to burn the ground around her.

Her high body heat also does wonders for killing off bacterial infections and viruses and whatnot. Her whole body is resistant to heat, but any alien that decides to trespass is in for a big surprise. What this does mean, however, is that her immune system is a little weaker than average given its lack of exercise. And any virus that can infiltrate her cells can cause damage.

Limits:

Adrenaline can only do so much for the body. She won't be dead lifting any cars, she won't bend a steel construction beam – her power is not devoted to super strength. She cannot summon her extra strength on-demand and is limited to situations that excites her, warrants a flight or fight response, or anything else that allows for adrenaline responses or increased heart-rate. Her body heat also caps off at a certain point, like stated, and it takes a last stand-esque amount of pressure and exertion for her to push past that limit. As well, her heat resistance is not an immunity. She can stand the heat of hot metal, but she is not going to survive being through into a volcano or an incinerator. She might last a couple seconds inside an inferno, but nothing short of an immunity can keep a human from being burned at the stake forever.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Take a gander back up the sheet for a moment, right around the power section. Look for the part where it says she has super durability. Did you see it? Right, you didn't. And that's the big thing about adrenaline. You can go absolutely ape-shit crazy, tip over a car and not feel a thing, but you are going to feel it later. Adrenaline can numb you to pain, but does absolutely nothing to keep your body from getting damaged. The ever-present endurance from her meta-human energy does little more than mitigate what damage she can cause herself, but if she does something as foolish as punch a brick wall, the bones in her hand will shatter. The stab wound is still bleeding all over her good clothes. She still ripped a ligament pushing herself too hard.

And as for her body heat, there is only so much water she can sweat. Pushing herself too hard for too long will lead to dehydration which causes dizziness and shortness of breath. She will be drinking a lot of water fairly regularly.

Intimacy can also be fairly awkward.

Other:

Foods that are very high in acids gives her some uncomfortable heartburn. Notoriously bad liar.
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