True Night

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

I said based off of, not the same but lesser. I'll let Allen decide what she gets in such a case. I didn't make her so she can use Marvel super powers or whatever.

EDIT: My bad, Superman is DC. Wolverine is Marvel.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

All the powers she uses have to be approved, she could get powers based off characters like you have mentioned, but they wouldn't be nearly as powerful.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Take a look at the OP, it's been accepted.

It doesn't have a power rating, but there's a few others that don't either. If I get one assigned I'll go ahead and add it in.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Karlie Davis

If Karlie had work today she would have called in sick, skipped, whatever. It wasn't everyday there was a festival and she was just bursting at the seams with excitement. Even if it didn't start till the evening. From her perspective she had fortunately slept half the day away so there would be less waiting. It was past noon and only now did she pull herself out of her sleeping bag. There should have been room for a cot in the back of her van, but she had a massive wardrobe and a small grow OP to contend with. Those took precedence. Not to mention her Kawasaki Ninja which needed protection from the elements and potential thieves.

She stood up groggily making sure to steer clear of the heat lamp. Something she had learned the hard way on numerous occasions. As she began to pack away her bedding she noticed that last nights pizza box was sticking to her bag. With an amused look on her face she detached the cheesy anchor and haphazardly tossed her bed roll in the corner along with the rest of her dirty linens. She crossed her arms and squinted at the pile for a moment. No matter how hard she tried she could never make enough trips to the laundromat. Thankfully she had time to kill so she stuffed all of it into a worn cotton sack to bring along.

Now was time for the most important decision of all. What to wear. For her the choices were near endless, however the proceedings that evening helped her narrow things down. In one hand she held a Santa outfit, and the other elf costume. “Hmmm” she thought out loud. There was sure to be plenty of both of those (or so she hoped), what did she have? Both articles dropped to the ground as the answer came to her. After a little bit of rummaging she produced a reindeer antler head band and a brown velvet dress with matching stockings. Even better was that they’d go well with her favorite winter boots. Probably because unlike the other shoes she’d been wearing around these ones these ones were actually meant for the snow and kept her feet warm and dry. Though she’d never admit it, because for Karlie it was form over function and not the other way around.

She patted the seat of her motorbike affectionately as if to promise her return before grabbing her laundry and shutting the back of the van behind her. It was painted a swath of colors from the rainbow and covered with peace signs, butterflies, flowers, hearts, and all that jazz. Not her handiwork, but she sincerely wished it was. The original owner was one hell of an artist and it was perfect to her in every way. Karlie had it tucked away in an alley since it stuck out like a sore thumb. As much as she loved putting it up on display there were always jerkasses about who might consider breaking in. A shame since her her mind nobody should even have to lock their cars to know that their stuff is safe. Why was the world so full of bad people she often wondered. Couldn't everyone just get along?

Proper footwear and the reindeer within her made easy work of trudging through the snow. All the while she couldn't help but think that something was missing. She rubbed her now rosy nose hoping the friction would warm it up a little. That was it! The cord on her last round red nose had snapped. This warranted a trip to the dollar store. They might even have the ones that just stay on! Karlie thought gleefully. Only problem was she still hadn't gotten the lay of the land. In fact she didn't know where the festival was going to be held, nor where the nearest laundromat or dollar store was. The one she had been using prior was on the other side of the city. “Guess that’s what I get for moving around so much…” she mumbled to herself unperturbed. Things like this happened a lot to her and she just rolled with them.

Karlie saw a woman up ahead and picked up the pace. Short, not unlike herself, and most likely of Hispanic decent. From a distance she could already pick out several piercings and facial scars. Overall she had a rough and tumble vibe about her and had a bag in tote. “Hey!” she called out hoping to grab her attention. Once she was within conversation range she stopped and finished. “You wouldn't happen to know where the laundromat or dollar store is? Would you?” Karlie tilted her head to the side a little and shuffled back and forth hopefully, or perhaps like she had to urinate. It was all in the eyes of the onlookers, and she didn't care in the slightest.

“There’s also this festival thingy going on later, and I don’t know where that is either…” Now her bag of clothes which she had slung over her shoulder was also swinging to and fro. Karlie stopped herself before gave the impression of being too hyperactive and drove the other party off. That or she clocked a passerby. Neither outcome was desirable. However, even holding still she appeared quite anxious.

“Oh yeah, I’m Karlie. It’s nice to meetcha!”

Black Fall Character Deposit

Karlie Davis

Basic Information

Name: Karlie Davis
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Blueberry, Miss dress up, Jill of many trades
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 122
Home District: From out of town, but for now wherever she’s parked her van.

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark brunette, dyed a sheen of midnight blue.
Eye Color: Grayish blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian American

Physical Appearance: Karlie has a petite, athletic build. She has a round head, with a small forehead. Her is long, straight, and uneven. Long bangs are just kept from obscuring her vision and she doesn't do much else with her hair. She has decent eyelashes and average eyebrows with a gradual shape. The right is pierced towards the inner end. Her nose has a shallow angle is tilted upwards more than usual. A stud resides through her left nostril. Rounded, recessed cheekbones barely offer any distinct definition to her face. She has a small mouth with average lips, though she has less of a pucker than most. Dental-wise she was fairly lucky with a good set of relatively straight teeth. There is barely anything in the way of height as far as her chin goes, however it sticks out far enough that its almost even with her nose. Karlie’s ears are on the small side. They are gauged with size one gauges and she doesn't plan on going any larger. There is also a stud earring halfway up her left ear. Her share of scars and scrapes can be found on her body. The most prominent ones are thin, lengthy white strips on her left shoulder and forehead. Centered on her upper back is a tattoo of a blue rose. She uses modest amount of makeup with an emphasis on blue. Particular attention is paid to her nails and generally don't stay chipped for more than a few hours if she can help it.

Attire: Karlie usual wears solid colored athletic wear. A a non-cotton tank top/shirt with a loose shirt thrown over, yoga pants/spandex, and running shoes are fairly standard. Common additions are arm sleeves and a plethora of colorful bracelets/hairbands. Often she’s rocking a large set of purple, futuristic, circumaural style headphones. She also has a ton of other outfits, costumes, and accessories that will be described IC side.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Karlie is a whimsical social butterfly, if she had it her way she would be friends with everyone. She gives everybody the benefit of the doubt when first meeting and tries to form some common ground with them. Others opinions of individuals have no sway with her until she’s met with them herself. Even those of her friends. Some of the people she’s on good terms with could be mortal enemies. While she would have everyone like her things don’t always work out that way and she knows it. Not everyone likes her spontaneous, carefree personality. She is no push over and isn't going to try particularly hard to get someone to change their mind. In fact if anything she does whatever she wants and sees who is sticks around. Her demeanor does change slightly to better accommodate those who do though. Often times her taste of fun dangerous or mischievous. She tries to get others go go along with her, but won't pressure anyone if they say no. However, that won't keep her from offering next time, and the time after that, and the time after that. Unless she's asked not to that is. Karlie can be hyper active at certain times, or zoned out at others. Most of the time she manages a healthy medium. Those who show displeasure at her she usually pokes a little fun at. So long as things don’t get violent it’s all good in her book. This doesn't mean she’s immoral, if somebody has a good reason to be upset with her she’s quick make amends. The thing is that the criteria that fits this is very little. People in her eyes are so thin skinned. It can often be difficult to get her to commit or take things seriously. Generally she tries to shy away from strong emotions like love and hate. Primary the latter. She just wants to stay on the good side of friends without changing who she is or getting too involved in things. Everyone else can mind their own business. People who go out of their way to put her down however are marked as enemies. While powered up she tends roleplay a little, and when I say a little I mean a lot. Karlie's sexual orientation is pansexual.

Hobbies/Interests: Singing, dancing, listening to music, video games, TV, art, cooking, smoking, drinking, other drugs, skating, swimming, running, walking, hiking, biking or simply chilling.

Skills/Talents: The number of things Karlie knows how to do well without her power are quite limited. She is naturally good at things that require hand eye coordination, physical ability, or spontaneity. What stands out most is her acting ability.

Prized Possession: Her clothing, costumes, and accessories.

Quote(s): “Why so serious?”

History/Bio: Grew up in California and had a very easy life. Her only job was to go to school (something that she didn't always comply with) and she was pretty much allowed to do whatever she wanted. “So long as you don’t come home in a patrol car” is what her parents used to say. Boredom spurs delinquency, and she was seen as a menace to many of the other student parents. In school she was one of those people who could walk into most of the cliques and be welcomed. She was mostly a scene kid, with drama kids, stoners, and jocks falling in as her secondary hotspots. Then her power fully emerged and shortly thereafter an invitation to Academy 218 once the cat was out of the bag. There she graduated from the high school portion of the curriculum, but little else to show for her stay. Most of which she learned left her head as quickly as it had entered. With her ability she worked up enough money for her van/mobile home and decided to float freely across the country following her hearts content. Eventually she came across Black Fall decided to stay a little. She hasn't thought about it too much, but something subconsciously draws her to stay. Or maybe her mind isn’t telling her leave. In any case one way or another she content sticking around but couldn't put her finger on it if she tried.

Family: Only child of Tom and Angela Davis

Relationships

Shannon Balore | Mixed, leaning towards positive | Wants to be friends | "Honestly, I can see why some people wouldn't want be friends with her. She thought I was fake, or had some sort of ulterior motive, and I thought she was stuck up (still do a little). If it wasn't for Deborah I doubt we would have gone anywhere. Eventually she opened up a little, and she isn't so bad. Plus she has like the coolest power ever! There's so many things I want her to make for me, but I don't think we're quite there yet. The last thing I want her to think is that I'm using her for her power."

Deborah Termellio | Very Good | Friend | "Debs and I hit if off from the get go. She knows the ins and outs of like... everything! I enjoy listening to what she has to say, even if I don't always know exactly what is going on. Whateves."

Abilities

Power Class: Power 7

Power: Karlie has fashion ability manifestation/embodiment. What this does is give her powers based on what she is wearing. For example wearing a chefs outfit would grant her culinary intuition, enhanced motor skills and senses. A ninja costume enhanced speed, stealth, and combat. These do not always have to make physical sense, for instance wearing a pilot uniform might give her flight, or a firefighting gear grant water manipulation. Other times it is more appropriate that she embody a symbolic aspect of her apparel. Donning a skull mask would do something along the lines of making others perceive her as an avatar of their fears. A paper bag with eye holes might grant invisibility. I could go on and on, but I covered the most important aspects. Single articles usually only grant one power, where outfits give entire sets. Generally the more elaborate, the stronger the ability.

Later on she will be able to incorporate personal props into her ability. Depending on the item this will most likely work one of two ways. Firstly, she could use/make the prop as the actual item. For instance using a toy tool kit to make repairs The other option is that she'd gain a power while using/being in contact with the item. Like using a stethoscope and gain enhanced hearing. The latter is mostly likely to occur when she is in possession of a non-prop item that is already functional without her ability.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: The first obvious implication is that she has to have access to outfits and has to wear them. Clothes that don’t have a clear purpose, stereotype, or symbolism don’t have any effect. She can only benefit from one set of powers at a time. Should she put on another piece of apparel she will have to chose whether the new overwrites the old. Once she makes a decision it remains until it is removed, so she can’t switch back and forth at leisure. Every article takes time to change into, some more than others. If an outfit takes too much damage she loses the associated powers. It is taxing for her to switch powers in intervals of less than five minutes, or to make more than four changes in an hour time span. She can benefit from simple powers for hours on end, but more complicated/powerful ones drain her reverses in a fraction of the time.

The longer Karlie uses her power the more attuned she gets with the source. She naturally likes to roleplay so during this often goes unnoticed at first. However, little by little her thoughts, ideals, and even memories alter themselves to fit what her outfit is portraying until she loses her identity almost completely. Without outside aid she will only come out of it when her energy runs out and will have likely have suffered permanent changes to her psyche. If she's been wearing something a while and changes it will take some time for the prior mental changes to die down before she can readjust.

Most props (once she evolves her ability) have to stay in contact with Karlie or they revert to normal (a special exception might be made for something like a boomerang which is designed to leave the users grip). If an implement has no correlation to an article of clothing she is unable to benefit from them in unison.

Other: Karlie has a butterfly knife/brass knuckles and a can of mace in case she feels overly threatened. She lives in a hippy van, but takes usuually her Kawasaki Ninja out around Black Fall whenever she’s planning on coming back. Her talents have earned her a tidy savings, certainly more than one would expect given her lifestyle. Enough that she could stop working and put up a hotel worry free, but she won't be buying a yacht anytime soon.

Sample Post:

At a diner, one of Karlie’s workplaces

“Miss Davis, you might not be on duty, but you can’t come in here dressed... like that.” The manager was struggling to keep a straight face as he motioned to her maid uniform.

“Oh come on, lighten up. I wouldn't have to nanny or house clean if I got some more hours here.”

This jolted him, just how many side jobs did this girl have? And what creepy bastard would have her wear that getup? And why did she agree to it? It never occurred to him that it could have been by choice. With a sigh he changed subject. “Please just get changed. Table that guest in the corner has been waiting ten minutes for a server, and the cream and sugar in the lobby needs restocking.”

Karlie stiffened like a board and saluted him. “Yes sir!” Then chuckled as she dashed off.

Truth be told her client did look like a creeper. There was no way in hell she’d have worn it if he was home while she worked. She’d have figured out some other outfit even if she had to order it. Thus far she’d been lucky. Unbeknownst to her employers she didn't possess an ounce of natural talent in any of her areas of employment.

Changing outfits at least dozen times a day made her really snappy at this sort of thing. However in the kitchen she noticed that the new cook was struggling to keep up with the orders. “Hey, can I borrow that? Thanks.” She said grabbing his hat right off his head without saying what she wanted or even giving him time to respond.

“What are you doing? Give that back!” He cried out in alarm. Then he simply stared in stunned silence for several moments as the young waitress took over with the prowess of an expert chef. Eventually he interjected. “Um,miss. I can take it from here, and my hair needs to be covered while in the kitchen…” Nervousness crept into his voice and he swept his head back and forth to make sure the manager wasn't in view.

“Okay, I’ll give you the wheel back.” Karlie placed the hat back on his head. As she did so the skillful aura around her vanished, and she even let go of the spoon she was stirring the pot with and it slipped into the soup. She didn’t get far before the boss came storming in.

“Karlie! Where have you been? Get going!”

In the face of his bantering Karlie looked sheepish and silly which only worked him up more. She knew that she wasn’t going to like the question she had for him. “What did the lobby need again?”

Now he was quite red in the face. “Unbelievable! Just forget about the lobby, go take care of the customer.” He wheeled around to see the back of the mans jacket as he walked out the door. Now he’d seen that Karlie was talented once she got going, but she was too unfocused. “Without missing a bet he stopped her with a hand on the shoulder. “You know what, I’m sorry to have to do this. You have potential, but I’m going to have to let you go.” The cook tried to interrupt, but he was waved off with a scowl.

Karlie in response took his hand off her shoulder and raised it up in the air. “Alright, see ya!” With that she skipped out of the kitchen and out the door herself. Outside she rest her head against the handlebars of her Kawasaki Ninja. While she didn't need the job or care about it that badly, that wasn't the way she had wanted to end it. Without moving she took a final glance towards the restaurant then got ready leave. Then she caught a figure rapidly approaching the doors from within. A grin spread from ear to ear as she bolted upright and revved the engine. This was a little bit more like it, she liked leaving on her own terms.

“Wait! Miss Davis!” He yelled but his words were lost to the throttle of her motorbike. After pulling on her helmet she flashed him the bird over her shoulder and took off.

If only that uptight loser was on duty today I might still be working there. Oh well, their loss. On to new and better things. Karlie thought to herself as she headed back to the mystery mobile for some some scooby snacks. In the end what she regretted the most about the ordeal is that it’d happened before she could get a meal.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I'll see about getting in a post tomorrow since you time skipped. Didn't really know what to do during the blackout, school, among other things.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Poppy Flanagan

Red decided to join their group, which was fine by Poppy. He was up there with Deborah when it came to the rating who she’d met so far. She wasn’t sure how to feel about her roommate Theresa anymore. At the comment about being a social butterfly she waved weakly and tried to put on a smile. Never had that word been used to describe her before. Poppy was timid until she got to know somebody, then she generally became more and more assertive as she became comfortable with things. A point at which she had not reached yet and wouldn't so long as the new faces kept rolling in. The latest edition was a guy who’d been hiding under a nearby table. Odd, but any formalities or thoughts on him were cut short by the lights going out.

Poppy gripped the sofa tightly and let out a startled screech. This isn’t funny… This was the second time today she’d been left in the dark. It was a relief that Deborah had a light, because she didn’t. From what she gathered from the others this time was for real. She didn’t know where to go, but she did know that she didn’t want to be alone. Nicholas’s idea made her uneasy though. They had no idea what caused the power outage, and even if they found out what could they do about it?

“I don’t know about that…” Poppy commented softly. There was also the fact that there wasn’t likely going to be any light near the source of all places. It wasn’t set in stone what they were going to do, and she had a feeling that her opinion wouldn't matter that much anyways. Going outside seemed like a better idea than sitting in a dark room though, so Poppy followed close behind Deborah.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Poppy Flanagan, Deborah Termellio, & Shannon Balore.
(Written in collaboration with Mr Allen J)

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Poppy paused for a moment, she'd already asked the one question she had on her mind. She didn't have to know much about Deborah to be friends with her. The easiest thing she could come up with was going with one she had been asked. "So where did live before coming here?" Both of the other ones she could learn later. If she remembered. Once she had her answer, the subject would hopefully shift back to her. It was rare a occassion for Poppy to have a conversation that wasn't centered around herself or a third party. Subconsiously it was uncomfortable for her to inquire too deeply into somebody present. The only exception were her old classmates. No way would she have given them anything that could have been used agaist her. Deborah fell into a differnt boat because she was older and nice.

Where did Deborah come from? That was a simple question (She is reflecting a previously asked question at you). She didn't live in one place, she was a girl that was always on the move. A little perk that came from living with a family that worked in the military. Well, not really a perk for other people, but Deborah saw it as a way to meet new people, see new things, and shape herself into what she is now. Hmph. "Me? I lived many different places.... My family worked with the military, I lived on-base." Deborah answered Poppy's question Fortunately for Poppy, Deborah was open about pretty much anything - It wouldn't be fair prying into other people's business otherwise. However, that was pretty much where the conversation hit a stopping point. Unless Poppy here came up with another question of course... Then again, Deborah couldn't expect everyone to be good at learning about people as she was. "I haven't really been staying on-base too much since I came here," Deborah started off, "Not that I'm complaining, sweet-heart, I like it here way more." Because of a certain someone making it so much better.

The idea of living on a military base seemed intriging and alien to Poppy. Two truly differnt worlds that coulden't relate to each other. She actually found herself more interested than she anticipated. Not enough to dig deeper though. It was good to here that she liked it here though. It made her think that there could be hope for her yet.

Yup, the conversation's going no where (Poppy is interested in my past, but doesn't want to pry too deeply). Unfortubately, she didn't know whether or not she should tell Poppy that it's okay. Deborah looked around awkwardly as she searched for something to say.

"... Debs, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to sit in a cafe and eat some cake in peace." Shannon snarled as she plopped herself down on the sofa next to Deborah. Not noticing Poppy. She had a small plastic tray that had yet another strawberry cake. She would have eaten it in the cafe, but there would have been another pissant that would ruin this delicious cake. "It's like every idealistic dolt wants to make me the center of their attention the second I sit down...."

"Um, hey Shannon," Deborah didn't expect Shannon to come up (Shannon is oblivious to Poppy's existence), but that was perfect for this dying conversation. At the same time, it was awful. Because Shannon's here, and not in a great mood at that (Shannon recently had some less than stellar in interactions). If Poppy says one thing wrong, Shannon would explode all over her. Though, that's why Deborah's here. To balance out Shannon's cynic mindset with her optimistic mindset. "Girl, why the hell are you eating that?" Deborah pointed at the cake, "Giiiirl, you know you can't be eating like that."

"I know," Shannon said, she was going to casually dodge the fact that this is her second slice. "I got my room reassigned and I just had to celebrate...." She trailed off, poking at her cake with a fork. "... I may have gotten a little carried away when I moved out of her room."

"Oh my god," Deborah said with a smirk, "What did you do?"

"I noticed that, after her illustrious appearance in the lounge, she could use a new wardrobe." Shannon couldn't help but snicker.

"Heh..." (Shannon altered Vespera's attire) Deborah almost forgot about Poppy here. "Oh, Shannon, this is Poppy... I met her like a few minutes ago...." Deborah trailed off, "... Be nice this time."

Hm? Shannon didn't notice this third person until Deborah brought it up. Shannon gave this girl a little look. Tiny, with some red hair. She looked a little bit like Shannon did when she first arrived on this island. But Shannon had better hair/clothes. She always did. Otherwise, this girl didn't interest Shannon even in the slightest. Of course, Deborah had to make nice with her, and of course Shannon had to get dragged in. She sneered visibly. Whatever. She would play along for just this once. "Oh, yes... I'll try to play nice." She answered, she said 'try' because there was still a high chance this child could be nothing more than an annoying brat. "I am Shannon Balore... What did Debs say your name was again?"

Poppy glared at Shannon, then looked at Deborah questioningly before responding. "My name's Poppy." There was a clear edge to her voice. Of course it had to be too good to be true that she could find a good friend so easily. Why weren't there more people her age? And then she wasn't sure if that would be a good thing. All of her past experiences had been amoung children her age. It was clear by the way she was intorduced that Shannon wasn't going to be her friend, and she had Deborah's favor.

She forced herself to say "Nice to meet you." Her contempt at being treated indignantly was masked as best she could. Unconsiously her eyes fell upon the cake. Since leaving home she often found herself hungry, whereas she used to eat three meals then whenever she wanted. It wasn't fair that a person like her had yummy food when she didn't. Logic told her she must have gotten it somewhere, which meant she could too, but she wasn't about to ask. It was easier to lament on the fact her belly actually wanted food and this lady was eating to celebrate. She found herself thinking that it wasn't suprising that she had her room resassigned.

"... That is a very weird name." Shannon started off. Her gaze was locked forward, most likely to avoid eye-contact with Deborah or Poppy. "I know what your parents were hitting up when they named you." She followed that statement with a chuckle. Before she casually started taking bites out of her cake.

Deborah playfully pushed Shannon, while saying (with equal playfulness) "I said be nice!" She followed it with a bout of laughter (Poppy is curious about the cake). "Don't listen to her, Poppy, I like your name." She let go of Shannon and reverted back to a more neutral position on the sofa. Their conversation was going so well until Shannon came up! With her gloomyness. Though, once again, it was Deborah to the rescue. Saving this conversation. She had to come up with something, so she said the first thing that came to mind, "Oh, Poppy, I've been meaning to ask you what your power is, if that's okay with you."

"... Get used to that question. People take far too much pride in their powers..." Shannon spoke in between bites of her cake.

Again with the name comments, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd change it when she was older. For now she had to endure them just about every time she met someone. Whether she wanted to meet them or not. What she was getting at with the parents comment didn't register with her. Though this stranger had no right to mention them, nor did she want to think about them. Deborah scored some points for defending her for what it was worth. The damage was already done. Then all was put on hold when she asked the dreaded question.

Now she'd also have to say it in fornt of Shannon, who's comment did nothing to put her at ease. Pride was the last thing she felt for her power. It gave her an idea though. A false sense of confidence might knock her off guard with an ability like hers. She knew little about it herself, but they woulden't know. All she had to do was paraphrase Adam. If only I remembered what he said... Giving up she decided to forgo an educated answer. The jist would be enough. "I have the power to punish people when they make me angry." She spoke as calm and clear as she could, looking slightly more towards Shannon. As not to make the point to blatant she tore her gaze away from both of them. That and her words didn't match what she was feeling. She didn't mean it, but she wanted Shannon to go away.

Oh boy. Shannon rolled her eyes up into her head. It didn't take a genius (but she was close to one) to tell that what Poppy said was a not-so-subtle directed at her. Shannon looked at Poppy, keeping her gaze on her. She didn't want to turn this into a stand-off, but people quickly find out that while her power is to control clothes, she could hold her own quite well. However, she didn't know what Poppy could do. Nor did she honestly care.

This didn't look good (Poppy didn't take too kindly to Shannon's mention of her parents). Especially when Poppy mentioned that her power is to punish people (She herself is unsure of this ability). Even with Deborah's ability to infer much better, she didn't know the exact details. It was hard to keep everyone pleased here. But it's fine. Deborah has handled these situations before. "Look," Deborah put her hands up in a stand-down gesture, one palm was pointed at Poppy, while the other was at Shannon. "I'll point it out now; I can sense the hostility in the air-" My power tells me what is wrong "-And I think we should work it out, now." She turned her body to Shannon. Since she was the start of all of this, and Deborah knew exactly how to talk her down. "Silk-worm, your wise-crack about her parents hit a bit of a sensitive area...."

Oh, well that explains it. Shannon shrugged. Personally, she would tell her to toughen up a bit, but Poppy is a child after all. She can't expect everyone to be at least partially ready for the world. In any case, Shannon was going to go along with Deborah, and simply apologize, "... I'm sorry then, Poppy." Whatever stops this from escalating.

This was unexpected, Deborah seemed to know a lot about what was going on. Then Shannon even apologized. "It's okay..." Even though it really wasn't. "I didn't mean to threaten you. I'm sorry too." Her words were insencere. Not because she wasn't sorry, but because part of her did mean to make her reap what she'd sown. Now that she thought about it she had started to think differntly withn the past year. Maybe it was part of her power. In any case it was now a part of her. Now Poppy was begining to think that maybe she up and leave them. Like she was considering earlier before Deborah changed her mind.

"It is fine, yes? It won't happen again." Begrudgingly. Shannon replied, very calmly. Whatever ended this confrontation.

Good. Everyone was kissing and making up. Deborah closed her eyes and crossed her legs. Putting her arms on the back of the sofa. "It's good that you two kissed and made up. I don't think the janitor wanted another mess to clean up." She said in a teasing tone towards the two. "Just remember, Poppy," Deborah started off, raising one finger, "Nothing ever gets by me. So if you have something to say, just lay it out there. Because if I have something to hear, I'm not afraid to hear it. Learning won't hurt anyone."

"... Because of a certain magical gift, that is."

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Karlie Davis, Sylvia Bertose, Jake & Gabriela Valos

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And so the quartet skipped through the rain to the cafe, or maybe that was just Karlie. She didn't look behind her to see if the others caught on. It crossed her mind that maybe she should stop by the dorms for a change of outfit, but she didn't want to risk them dispanding. In any case it wasn't the outfit that was the problem. Had she wanted to look more 'normal' her safari gear would have been the way to go. The main problem was that it would take forever to dry. Perhaps if they stayed in doors long enough. While wearing the outfit it had a degree of restance to moisture, but that didn't do squat since she put it on soaking wet. Once inside she grabbed onto the nearest unoccupied booth and swung herself into it. It always amused her when people come in and sit there eyeballing everyone before deciding on a seat. In her mind the choice was very simple. Booth or table. She did consider a window seat favorable though. Even if there wasn't much to look at.

While the siblings were largely indifferent to Karlie, Sylvia was yucking it up.. It became apparent to them that Sylvia enjoyed Karlie. Jake had created an illusory umbrella to shield all of them from the rain. That was the fantastic part of Jake's illusions. How they can be solid. Regardless, the trio walked up into the cafe behind Karlie and got in the same booth she did. Not too snazzy of a place, but Jake and Gabe have seen better. Unfortunately, they just have to settle for second-best.

A waitress walked up and asked what everyone wanted.

"We just want some regular coffee please." Jake raised a finger and answered the waitress.

"Oooooooooh, nothing for me." Sylvia answered the waitress, before quickly adding on, "I got everything I want right here!"

The waitress walked off to get what Jake and Gabe asked for.

"... Hopefully the coffee here won't taste like ass." Gabe snarled as she watched the waitress storm off. Bleh. Nothing of importance here. So let's see what Sylvia's bestie has in store for them, just what she can offer to the group in terms of entertainment. Because so far, Gabe wasn't too thrilled with Karlie. Probably because she doesn't know jackshit about her, but maybe Sylvia knows her better than they do. Then again, Sylvia's a fool. "So, Karlie, what the hell is with that lizard get up...?" Gabe had to ask. "Don't tell me yer' one of those people...." Gabe turned her eyes towards Sylvia, who seemed to be laughing. When she turned her eyes to Jake, he seemed to be leaning forward with a palm attached to his face.

"... Here we go again." Jake muttered under his breath.

"Well, there was a jungle expedition and thought it might be cool to bring along. I never got to wear it though..." Karlies voice sunk on this note, then shot back up. "So when I woke up I decided to wear it to go see Henry!" She had no idea what kind of people Gabe meant. "Do you like it? I have plenty go around." At this she snickered. Very rarely did anyone take her up on that offer. If she didn't have her power even she wouldn't be wearing costumes around all the time. Despite popular beliefe she wasn't some drama geek before getting her power. Still she had particpated in a few plays, so she certainly wasn't agaist them either. "Oh yeah, I should probably mention I have fashion power manifestation." That was always quite a mouthful to say. It woulden't be suprising if her power name was the longest part of her normal vocabulary.

The quiet "No" was drowned out by a voice, a voice mimiking hers, loudly saying "Yes!" Gabe looked around for a second, confused as all hell. But she knew that it had to be none other than Jake Valos's brand of trickery. Indeed it was, Jake knew Gabe was going to say no to Karlie's little offer, and he had to do something to keep the conversation going - Because Gabe wasn't going to do it.

"Asshole..." Gabe whispered to Jake. Conceding to defeat.

Which meant that it was up to Jake now. He decided to take hold of this conversation. Karlie mentioned that her power was Fashion Power Manifestation? Jake had no idea what that meant, but he was going to take a guess here.. "Fashion manifestation? I'm going to take a guess and say that you get different powers based off what you wear...?" He asked.

"Yes!" Sylvia answered for Karlie. "And it's a pretty bitchin' power... but I like my power more. It fits a musician like myself."

Oh boy, power conversations. Gabe rolled her only eye. She didn't care for them. Because she felt it best to show people her power. Through setting them on fire with lasers!

"Oh, really? I have some stuff here, but it's all drenched. Back at my room though... I got everything!" Just a tiny exageration. It was enough for Karlie, but at the same time she never missed an oportunity to expand her wardrobe.

"Yes really." Jake said with a smirk, which caused Gabe to make a loud "Ugh" sound.

Sylvia beat her to answering Jake's question, and it was a good excuse to change the subject. The whole sharing her costumes was meant to be joke in most cases. "Yeah, I could switch between like a dozen costumes and still be be able to outmatch your beats."

"Pttf!" Sylvia loudly said, "You. Wiiiiish." She retorted. In truth, she knew that Karlie could match her if she has the right outfit on. Then again, Sylvia was not intending on fighting Karlie, like, ever. This was bravado!

When the waitress came back Karlie asked her for a Red Bull. She was an energy junky amoung other things. Eating desert for breakfast, getting hyped up on a regular basis. Everytime she came down from one thing it gave her excuse to seek something else. It wasn't quite a dependancy, however if she could avoid feeling strung out all the better.

The twins got their coffee, and weren't disappointed. "My, my, my..." Jake started off, "This isn't that bad of a coffee, don't you say?"

"... I've had better." Gabe said before she retreated back to her coffee.

It didn't seem fair to let Karlie talk so much about her power and share little in return. At least that's what Jake thought, "Well, Karlie, I should probably return the favor..." Jake snapped his fingers, and created an illusory fountain made of stone. It sprayed rushing water. "I'm the master of illusion. To the point my illusions are more or less real... Try touching it and find out." Jake pointed at the fountain.

Karlie dropped everything else and starred in awe at Jake's fountain. She ran a mitted hand through the illusory water and retracted it without feeling any more wet. "That is so cool! So, like, could you make icecream that tastes like icecream?" To her it'd be the best thing ever to have the flavor without the fat. Not that it was going to stop her. The fact that an actual icecream was only an order away was irrelevant. She woulden't trade power for any other, but if she had too it'd be for one like that. The waitress came back with her energy drink, and she drank most of it in one go. Maybe Gabe also had an awesome ability, though it was going to have a hard time topping that.

"... Your wish is my command." Jake gave Karlie a sly smirk as he snapped his fingers. The fountain disappeared, simply faded out of existence. Merely because he didn't want the extra effort that came with maintaining multiple illusions. A cloud of smoke appeared in front of Karlie's face, and when it faded away, there was a floating ice-cream cone. Vanilla. Karlie didn't say which flavor, so he went with vanilla. This wouldn't taste like no regular ice-cream, Jake and Gabe once had the chance to taste premium ice-cream. It would be absolutely delicious!

"Jake Valos does it all." Sylvia inserted with a smirk. She leaned back in her chair and threw her feet on the table. She started casually playing her guitar to provide a little atmosphere here.

Gabe leaned in and whispered into Jake's ear, "Make her ice-cream taste like ass."

"No."

"Don't act like you don't know what ass tastes like." Gabe pulled away, giggling.

It was actually happening, icre cream out of thin air. Karlie snatched it sceptical that it wasn't real until licking confirmed it. Not a mark on it. "Whoa! Then I bet it doesn't melt, and if you dropped it no big deal. I'm so jealous!" It was extremely rich and creamy. So sinfully good that she might have actually stopped to consider the calories of the real deal. "I don't think I've had any this good before..." She licked it vorasiously then pasued. "If you could do this forever I don't think I'd ever stop." There wasn't a hint of sarcasm, truthfully the only reason she normally did was because she had too.

"... Do it, Jakey, make her taste ass." Gabe tried to quietly tempt Jake yet again.

Which was casually brushed off. Jake took pride that he managed to brighten up Karlie's day, since getting bum-rushed by a tidal wave tends to do that. "It's not just regular ice cream, it's the best of the best...."

"... You're really eating this up, aren't you Jake?" Gabe said to Jake, at least this time, she spoke out loud. She crossed her arms and had a raised eyebrow poised at Jake.

"Just remember you won't get full off of it. You'll only taste it." Jake told her, "And yes, I can do this long as I can concentrate..." He told Karlie a rather large weakness of his, but that's fine. It's not like miss fashion can use it against him.

City of Gold OOC

I am tossing around a few character ideas for this, probably only going to start with one though. Trying to figure out a good fit and still not quite there.