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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@Mr Allen J}

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“Interested in my body, eh?”

Good lord in heaven, Abe might've struck a good one here. Sporty, flirty, and good looking, eh? Didn't even complain when he was throwing dirt on the animal and plant metas. He had a strong feeling that they wold get along swimmingly. At Jasmine's question, Abraham just shrugged.

“I used to. Haven't got much time for it nowadays, you know?” Abe admitted. Though he did put in some work on the streets, that isn't necessarily something he should share with other people. That's a more personal matter; a little bit of taboo business. He continued,“Though I do occasionally dip in some... MMA.”

'Slick, Abraham, slick.'

Eh, that was something of a lie. The sort of fighting he did was nothing short of improvisational and against people who deserved it, but he let stick the image he wanted to stick. The point was sent though: not the type of guy most people would want to tussle with. Ladies like that, right? A tall strong man to keep them safe and protected. At least according to Abe's delusions, they do. Anyways, flirting was fun – chit-chat, that got bored after a little while. He preferred a good talkin' while he was doing someone- I mean, something, and Abe figured that they had somewhere to be. Abe craned his head around the crowd trying to get a feel for where they were supposed to be. Whether it be looking for a flow of traffic toward a certain area, or any official looking person(s) directing others. The weird plant girl had passed them a packet earlier, which probably had a map on it. He raised and looked at Jasmine coyly.

“Let's see if we can't figure ourselves out to where we ought to be. Ladies first?”

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

I think it would be good and interesting writing, especially since her personality clashes with the nature of her power. It'd allow for creative use of her ability instead of the war of attrition conclusion most people would jump to. Abraham, for instance, has an entire sect of his own power that he simply can't use (or use well) simply because he doesn't have a certain mindset, but he makes do. Someone far more patient with the same power would probably use it to create sandstorms, and if they're less brave than Abe is, morph into sand and mesh with the storm instead of turning into solid stone so that they can't be seen.

Any power can work for any person, it just depends on how you use it.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Where were you planning to go with the character? Cryokinesis is powerful regardless if you can move. It's a suitable drawback, especially considering she's literally cold-blooded.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

As someone who's not a GM, I can't say much - just that I think you should Google some images of frostbite before sticking with ice casts.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@Mr Allen J}

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“Yeah, my father was very religious.” Abe said in response to Jasmine's comment on his name. Eh, sort of. His father liked to say he was. He must have been at one point, with the crosses he had around his house, but Abe was certain he hadn't touched a Bible in years. Jasmine continued talking, and Abe laughed at her comments regarding Henry, Blair, and Kenna, having taken them right from his mouth.

"I wonder if there was a mistake somewhere... did we get put on the wrong ship?" Jasmine asked in jest, she had a playful smile on her face the whole time. "God, I hope so, I don't think I can take a few years of this. It'll make the airlock look enticing!"

“Well, I don't know about you,” Abe began, “but my lot in life is to win. God help me if seeing a few monsters is enough to throw myself into space. No reason to end my biography so soon, eh?”

His eyes ended up falling back on the orange, glowing poster on the wall nearby. The Combatica Challenge. He looked back at Jasmine with a smile.

“You an athlete? You seem kind of sporty.” He asked.

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Andrea Pasternack

_@JunkMail

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"I, uh..." Wednesday finally began. "I've had to hurt a lot of people. I'm not here for the same reason the rest of you are, if that makes sense." She said, trying to put it in layman's terms.

Andrea looked down, closed her eyes and huffed a sharp breath through her nose. Not that she was frustrated, no, she actually looked amused if the slight smile on her face indicated anything. She wasn't oblivious with Wednesday's nervousness. She picked up out of the corner of her eye the girl looking behind her periodically. Had she not felt safe? She could Arianna was trailing them, perhaps that was putting her off? Anyways, Andrea found her words amusing for the simple fact that it was just a repeat of what Arianna had told her, and even that was something Andrea could pick up on her own. Indeed, not for the same reason as the rest of them – one didn't even have to be psychic. An innocent child wouldn't need to be escorted everywhere she went, but what interested Andrea was the stress Wednesday was feeling underneath the surface.

However, it was becoming clearer that she was burying those feelings deeper and deeper the more Andrea pressed. If Wednesday didn't want to share, she wasn't going to. They'd have to build up trust first. To a degree, Andrea already did, but only to the degree that she didn't expect judgment from Wednesday. They both suffered through harsh walks of life; Andrea just didn't know what could set her off, or if violence was her go-to problem-solving tool. She let her ask her question, and Andrea appeared thoughtful in her answer.

“This will be my second year.” Andrea said. “I didn't come here like the others, too. I was a rescue.”

Her nervous tick went from clicking her pretty red fingernails together to picking at them. The thought of her past put some amount of stress on her, but she figured it was necessary to share if they were supposed to start building trust with one another.

“The Promise program saved me after... well...”

Andrea hesitated.

“It was a long four months of drug addiction and street living... I don't take any pride in it.”

There was a brief moment of silence as she let the words sink in. It felt like she was doing that more for herself than she was for Wednesday. Her eyes shot downward as she crinkled her brows, a look of disdain, but it wasn't aimed toward anyone. She still has a hard time accepting that time of her life, as well as herself.

Andrea finally sighed to lift some of the weight off her chest. “I went to study law at Cambridge, you know. I guess it goes to show that it can happen to anyone.”