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Hmm. I might make a character for this, if vibration manipulation isn't taken.


I do believe that you are in luck - Vibration Maniupulation is not currently in use.

Yeah I am gonna withdraw myself from the RP. The posts are too long and I don’t want to be forced to read through it all. Frankly I am more suited to 1x1 anyways


Your call. It is a shame to see you leave, however, we do not wish you to feel uncomfortable in the roleplay. We wish you luck in all your future writing endevours.



Anastasia Romanoff & Niko Rasvundin


Location: Niko's Mansion (Moscow; Russia).
Interacting With: Each Other.





A portal opened up in the mansion and out walked Niko Rasvundin. A duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he stepped through the portal which quickly closed behind him. Letting out a sigh indicating he was tired from the long range transportation from the Big Apple back to his home-land he took a seat on the nearest couch and lowered the duffel bag full of illicit proceeds onto the ground. Quite the big load for today, I'm sure Krieve will be more then pleased, Mo's Knights are going to continue doing business with us on top of that we've got future business with the Mao Society coming along nicely.

"Anatasia, I'm back. I brought you something."

Niko opened up the bag pulling out a bundle of cash $5000 dollars wrapped up in rubber bands before zipping the bag up. He'd felt that her parents were distasteful in the use of her abilities for the profit, further more they didn't seem to be splitting the loot with her directly even though she was the source of their ill gotten revenue. Niko wanted to change that, sure she was living under their roof for no cost but that was the bare minimum the owed as her 'parents'.

The mansion was large, the grounds surrounding it just as much, though nevertheless, Anastasia wasn't surprised in the least as the sound of her uncles voice floated in from the next room. Catching her ear first, and causing her to turn her head towards the call of her name. Her naturally pouted lips parting from one another, lingering in her studio a moment longer, she eventually turned away from her work. Her bare feet making dull thuds over the polished wooden floorboards as they carried her to where she had been summoned. The glorious white wolf moving, keeping pace with her as it walked at her side.

He was home.

Eyes sparkling lightly as she rounded the door and her dark gaze fell on his figure lounged on one of the couches; she made her way over to him. Her hand reaching out, the tips of her fingers running lightly over Nikola's snout, letting the canine know that it was okay to give her space, Ana closed the gap between her and her uncle. Tugging the bottom of her sleeves down and over her hands before she folded herself down to sit on his lap. Her body curling gently into his The wolf, always watching, having made itself comfortable on one of the armchairs, "..business went well, I assume..."

"Very well, my dear." Niko was happy to see his niece hugging her briefly but firmly. He was a man who truly valued his family, and was happy to see she was okay. Seeing the wolf also infused him with a sense of relief, glad to see her protection was still around. Leaning down he patted the wolf's head slightly and and laughed. Taking the money he handed it to her. "Here take, it's American money, you'll have to change it out but that shouldn't be a problem no one's going to give us a problem."

Although they weren't notorious or famous for their illicit activities, ever since Krieve inherited the family business the were known for their success in the import & export business. "How have you been, I assume working on your artistry? You've always been so talented." Niko said beaming with pride speaking of her success as an artist.

Taking the bundle of American cash as it was handed to her, no longer questioning such things like she had when she was younger, Ana lowered it down to rest in her lap. Not so much as looking at the money, her gaze, instead, drawing back the way that she had come from. Staring at the open door of her studio, "..another one of my pieces became reality... the school massacre... it happened a month ago, in the States..."

Niko knew her parents probably didn't want him giving her money especially that much but he was basically her dad at this point. Hell he was the only parental figure that was around and considering what he did that wasn't good. "Really, the school?"

Niko scowled searching his memory banks to recall what prophetic painting she was referencing then a light bulb appeared over his head metaphorically of course. "Ah that one... that;s not good at all... events like these are going to lead to some form of reaction from Government forces." The mobster's head swayed from side to side disapointed in the brutal actions being taken by people with powers that would surely accelerate the potential of them facing their demise by armed militaristic response.

"..there is a preacher... he was on the news with the survivors from the school..." Frowning, it was a moment or two longer before she turned her head, her dark gaze lifting to meet with his, "..he is calling to have all with powers condemned to death..."

"What?"

Niko's eyebrows raised alarmed at what his niece was saying, although he was no fan of religion this was concerning perhaps more so then his future business endevours. "In the states as well I assume, damn it... these men of the holy book proclaim to be the messengers of God, but spread messages of death that would even some of the most brutal members of the mob wouldn't support."

"..uncle Krieve can be cruel; but even he has moral enough not to stoop so low that he would call for a whole race of people to be ended so easily..."

But that's what they were. The people with power- they were a new race. At least, in a way they were. Shaking her head lightly, her gaze finally dropping to the bundle of cash she had held in her lap, she let her thumb brush over the top bill. An almost inaudible sigh passing through her lips, "..I shall send you the link to the article... also... you wished me to inform you whenever my parents contacted me. Father called me last night..."

"Perhaps I'd hope so at least." Niko wasn't one for jokes, but Krieve's moral depravity was one that he wouldn't compare to many. But perhaps even he wouldn't be as so foul as to advocate the genocide of an entire species perhaps because Niko was part of said species or a more depraved but honest answer is their was no paycheck involved.

"People target what they understand, especially in that country. We've all had our disagreements among people around the world, but their the hatred, the racism that oozes through the cracks of American society is truly vile, as it as been through it's whole history." Niko always found it ironic that America and by extension Americans considered themselves the paradigms of morality around the world. The Land of the red, white and blue was one of grave hypocrisy.

"He did?" A small sigh escaped him mostly breathed through his nostrils. "About what darling, what was the nature of your father's inquiry?"

Niko poised intrigued in knowing what it was about although he although had a pretty good idea.

"..my father never calls me for anything other than art that would help get my parents get ahead financially in some way..." Shaking her head lightly, sighing, Anastasia curled her body further into his. Her eyes drawing to a close as she allowed her head to rest comfortably in the crook of her uncles neck, "..he said he would contact me again within the week for answers that would pay off..."

"As I assumed."

He did his best to hide his anger in his tone, after all it wasnt her fault her father was such a user and a scoundrel. To think one could disregard their own flesh & blood like that. Niko extended an arm around his niece practically his daughter at this point and gently rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sure he will; almost guaranteed in fact. I just want you to stay safe okay. If people find out what you can do, they will have nothing but the utmost ill intentions to use your skill for their own gain and in far worst ways then your distant father." He could hardly even tolerate him, but others not even of their blood and using her in even worst ways the very thought caused him to boil with anger.

"..I have nothing to give him..." Shaking her head gently against his neck, her fingers curled over the cash she held, "..I've seen no race results... no stock highs or lows... nothing... not since the last time he called..."

Niko wondered if she truly meant that or was finally herself getting tired of her parents only using her as they'd hardly been involved with her life before.

"Don't worry and you don't have to. If you feel he's asking far too much, I don't mind giving him a stern talking to." Although he didn't plan on actually harming him he wasn't above scaring him a bit Ana felt he was getting on her back to much. "If you see anything related to the events related to what this pastor's advocating or anything of the sort do let me know. I'm not planning on any vigilante justice or anything trust me I'm keeping to myself, but i'd be good to keep an eye on these matters... if necessary... and if It can be done without drawing too much attention to myself I may intervene..."

Niko paused wondering what he was thinking, he had no plans of any stunts or heroics that could endanger the family, but perhaps altering the tide of the future to prevent the hammer being thrown down on his kind was something he'd be willing to get involved with.

Staying silent, her eyes opening, staring down at her hands, Anastasia decided not to respond any longer on the topic of the father that was never there, though always such a demanding presence in her life. Instead choosing to acknowledge his latter comment about her work and the pastor, "..I have new pieces already if you wish to look at them... I don't know if they'll be helpful..."

"Sure I might as well take a look."

He noticed the lack of response on her father's comments and decided to drop the subject for now. Taking his arm from around his precious Ana he got up to go examine the new paintings to see if their was anything. Raising an eyebrow he saw one of a man with the same color scheme of clothing he was currently sporting and a portal opening up behind him and a girl that looked the same as the Prosecutor's daughter being dragged towards it. Hmm...I wonder if she notices the similarity... it's eerily striking

Turning from that painting he noticed one that caused more then an eyebrow picking up the painting that looked especially fresh. He saw what appeared the earth, and flames ensaring the globe, continents appearing to be on fire.

Finally he noticed one that seemed almost finished but the but not yet complete. From what he could see was a group of citizens running in what appeard to be downtown New York, flames behind them enveloping buildings and a cell phone flying out of the hand of one of the people in the crowd running. Burrowing his eyes to notice the date listed on the cell phone May 25, 2023. "Oh My..." He couldn't but help be concerned seeing the last two photo's pondering what horrible fate they could imply, especially chilling as the date on the phone was only three years from now.

Having slid off his lap as her uncle got to his feet, Anastasia followed him with her eyes. Allowing him a few moments alone with her work before, taking her cue from his lead, she got back to her feet. Drawing herself up to her full height, holding the cash down at her side; she wandered back over towards her studio. Stopping- lingering in the frame if the door. Her hands coming together in front of her stomach; she toyed with the money. Watching him.

"..I haven't finished those two yet..."

Her voice soft, she leant herself against the frame. The wolf having left the comfort of the armchair, once more sitting at her side. The creatures amber eyes almost holding concern as it watched Niko examine the art, "..they're part of a collection I call Ragnarök... a series of events... leading towards the eventual destruction of our world..."

So entranced in the artwork he hadn't even been paying attention to his beloved niece. Although the prosecutor one was jarring the two unfinished pieces were truly disturbing especially knowing that her ability of prediction had yet to be proven wrong. "Ragnarok like the gods of the vikings.."

I'm no man of faith, but I do believe in things that have been proven such as her powers... this is not good for business, not mine, nor anyone's...

For the first time since returning to the aftermath of the world after the Incident he was forced to think about what these powers meant, what that event meant, what it meant not just for him but for the whole world. "The eventual destruction of the world." It wasn't often Ana would her her uncle speak with such gravity in his voice and this was after coming home from days filled with violence and truly depraved ruthless men. "Honey... this is horrifying... you... drew this with your ability? This was forseen by your powers, do you see the date in one of these..it's a mere three years from now."

He spoke softly his tone lowered to almost a whisper towards the end as he took heed of the date on the cell phone, the implications of which where being seared into his mind and etched into his memory permanently.

"..I know..."

Shifting slightly against the door frame, Ana stood up a little straighter, "..I have to live with the knowledge that in three years... the world will end... and I can do nothing to stop it... just like I can do nothing to stop any event I see from passing... I'm useless..."

The Russian superhuman was very uncomfortable, while the Incident had unintended collaterial damage from people vanishing while being engaged in such activities like driving, cooking and in some instances piloting manned air-crafts the actual death toll when those who were vaporized had returned hadn't turned out to be catastrophic on a global scale, this however was as his neice aptly described Ragnarok. Apocalyptic even- not even; definently so. To think her father's greedy ass probably wouldn't be concerned if it wasn't related to heightening his fortune.

"Now, now Ana... these powers we've been given, I'm sure you've noticed they seem to grow in intensity and capability as time passes. Perhaps we were endowed with these abilities for a reason, what I'm trying to say maybe... well not maybe definently we will be able to do something about this... whatever this Ragnarok is, to sit idly by would mean to be complicit in well... the eradication of all of us."

Niko was regaining his matter of fact stance, truly this put fear in him like nothing else had before in life. But he was not a man who oozed of cowardice, and although he had no intentions of being a warrior of justice nor taking the mantle of a traditional hero if there was something creeping on the horizon that would end civilization he felt it was his duty to do something about it, even if it was just to protect his country or more pertinent then even that his family.

"..that doesn't change the fact that I am useless- I'm not like you..! I can't teleport myself, or others." Pushing away from the door, she motioned towards the painting she'd recently done of him and the prosecutor. Her lower lip quivering lightly, a sting crossing over her eyes, tears threatening to spill out as the emotions that she had been bottling up for Gods knew how long came tumbling out and into the open.

"..I'm not like her..." She motioned towards another painting, this time of a dark-haired girl standing calmly in the middle of flames, "..I can't control fire..! O-Or like them..!" Again, she motioned, this time to several other pieces she'd done - a man generating sparks, another man flying above buildings, a woman moving water out of her path, a man balancing large beach balls on his head, a man and a woman both holding onto an end of an hourglass, a white-haired woman staring up at a full moon - before she moved onto one of the very few times her art came in the form of a statue. The statue showing a womans figure emerging out from a tree, "..I can't do... whatever it is that she's doing; and I certainly can't fucking duplicate myself like that one..!"

Turning away from the statue, she threw the stack of cash. Not caring as it hit the piece she was speaking about; one of a woman, surrounded by various versions of herself. Falling silent, her arm fell back down to hang at her side. Her gaze dropping to the ground just in front of her, her chest heaving slightly with each breath she took.

"..all I can do draw... and it doesn't help anyone..."

“I wouldn’t say that.” Niko spoke in soothing voice trying to calm his niece down

“If you didn’t draw this I wouldn’t be aware, perhaps those Americans could have prevented the deaths of those children had the heeded the images you painted of the massacre.” He did his best to encourage her, truly her ability was useful.

Sure he could traverse the boundary of space as quick as he could make his way across the street, but he had know way to foresee and depict futuristic events before they occurred. “Whatever you can see or make clear for others you can change or you can influence others to, do not disregard your talent Ana, your father certainly doesn’t and you see he’ been able to earn himself more then a small sum of change from it.” He didn’t want to direct any praise to him, but showcase an example of how someone else was using her predictions to change things before they happened.

“I admit I have no idea what this is, and I think it’s of dire importance that you finish this painting, both of the one’s your working on if it can provide more evidence about the source of what’s causing the calamity in these drawings. Your power is beneficial, it may prove to not only be useful to you but all of us…” Once again his voice took on a solemn tone reflecting on the destruction he witnessed in her Ragnarok painting series.

Turning her head, her eyes wet with tears as they met with his, Anastasia stared at him. Her voice soft as she spoke, "..you want me to finish them... I want to burn them... pretend they never existed..."

Niko bit his lip he never wanted to upset her but whatever her concern or will was he had to supercede it in this situation for the betterment of all. "I need you to finish them Ana. Please, you must." He spoke in a calm demeanor but with a sense of urgency, that artwork had to be completed sooner rather than later to see the full depiction of the horrors that were to unfold on earth in three years time.

A breathy scoff-like laugh passing through her lips, Anastasia turned her gaze away from her uncle. Not sure at all why it surprised her that he was asking her to finish the two pieces she didn't want to. Really, she wasn't kidding when she'd said she'd wanted to burn them- she wanted to burn the whole fucking Ragnarök collection. She never should have painted them in the first place.

Shaking her head lightly, her hand lifting. Using the bottom of the sleeve to dash across her eyes, ridding them of the tears that had formed, she pulled her hair back and into a messy bun atop her head. Pushing her sleeves up her arms, a preemptive strike to help prevent staining her top with paint as she turned back around to her uncle and the two unfinished canvases. Her eyes already glazing over a sickly white in color as she stared at them.

"..fine..."



Ky’ vie Jones & Floyd Banker


Location: Ky' vie's Apartment (Atlanta; Georgia).
Interacting With: Each Other.





Floyd shook his head, it was only mid-afternoon and it was already off to a rough day. Thoughts of what his morning lay had discussed with him filled his mind, as he finished rolling his honey bourbon backwood. Taking a pen on his desk he stuffed the edge of the cannabis into the construct, before reaching for a lighter.

"Yup, I need this, like really need it. Woah child, the world going crazier then a motherfucker." Letting out an expaserated sigh and shaking his head, he lit the herb up and took a few pulls. Getting a lungful of marijuana smoke, the familar stench of mary jane entering his nostrils as he let out some hefty coughs, "Shit this Gelato pulling, okay yuhhh nothing but the best for mwah." Laughing at his own self commentary, he took a few more hits of the backwood and scrolled through his Money May playlist, pulling up 'Rapper and Trapper' by Lil Bam and Lil Baby.

"Bitch I'mma geeker, I just caught a misdemeanor, I was riding around with that reefer." Singing along to the song he let himself relax as he melted into his couch, the indica soothing his brain.

Going to light the backwood again seeing it went out, the lighter flickered then went out. Trying his luck two more times and getting the same result he rolled his eyes. Tucking the partially sparked marijuana cigar behind his right ear and reaching for his car keys he went outside to retrieve his back-up lighter from his car, turning the music off preferring silence & the company of his own thoughts for the brief walk to his vehicle and back. Whistling as he walked back up the steps to his apartment he was eager to resume his session and take this buzz to the next level.

"Shit, the weather pretty good today..." He said speaking to himself as he took the last step to his floor.

"..an' that would be why I gave myself the mornin' off."

Hand lifting from her side; the action was a little rough as she ran her fingers back through her long raven locks, the other arm weighted down with shopping bags filled and heavy with groceries that she'd only just gone out a bought that morning. Mocha java chip ice-cream. She'd had to go to about three different stores in order to find one that actually had it in stock, but in the end she'd wound up with three containers of the stuff, and really, she wasn't about to go complaining about it. Her hair on the other hand...

It was still... beyond fucking weird. The usual glint of glistening red, had been replaced by an almost velvety black, and caught in the corner of her eye, it was unnerving. It was taking far longer than it should to know that no, she wasn't being followed, it was just her. It was a huge change, and she knew from what Rebecca had told her that it was going to take some time to get used to what would now be seeing staring back at her through the mirror. It was just... frustrating that she wasn't adjusting to something as simple as changing her hair color faster than when she and Owen had moved thousands of miles away from their home, to instead live in America. Why the fuck had they done that again..? Really, she couldn't even remember; but the differences in the health care system alone had her regretting the decision, but only slightly. Other things definitely made up for it though.

Quirking her brow slightly, her gaze lingered a moment on the home-roll tucked behind Floyd's ear, she motioned towards it with a light nod, "..rough mornin'..?"

"Huh? Oh yeah..."

Floyd raised an eyebrow wondering what the hell she was talking about, but realized he'd stepped out the house with the cigar tucked behind his ear. He was able to tell her to mind her own business, when he caught a glimpse & actually paid attention to who was talking to him. Oh shit, it's that chick who just moved out here I think... Nothing like an attractive woman, scratch that a VERY attractive woman to take his attention off the crazy events taking place.

"Heh, you one of the new neighors ain't you? My bad, like you said I been going through it this morning. I'm tripping, we have spoke before." The few brief conversations they had even though they hadn't talked about much were starting to seep back into his mind. He was doing everything in his power to recall, he liked to be at full brain capacity whenever it was regarding either finances or women who looked as good as her. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that his original lighter went out after he only managing to get three pulls from the ganja.

"You want some help?" He offered referring to the grocery bags she was sporting. Was it just him trying to help a neighbor out, the thirst or even more genuine then both of those scenario's the munchies...

Help her..?

Brows furrowing, her painted red lips parting ever slightly from one another, Ky' vie's attention was drawn down. Following his line of sight until her own was lingering on the bags that she held down at her side. The realization of what his sudden offer meant causing her to chuckle softly as she returned her gaze back to the man that she was currently speaking with. Giving him a light shake of her head before shooting a wink in his direction. Her arm curling, lifting the shopping bags up for him to see, "Heh. Yeah, nah... pretty sure I'm right. Besides, I'ma big, strong girl... think I can handle a few shoppin' bags on my own. Thanks for the offer though..."

Seeing her stunning smile, and getting lost in his thoughts briefly he didn't even notice an irritating and untimely stiffness starting to build up. Damn she really is sexy as fuck... ah damn it... I shouldn't wore gym shorts but I was just going to my car... Sometimes having such a high sex drive was annoying especially since he was talking to a chick that he'd only met a handful of times. No doubt the marijuana's sensory enhancement was playing a role in the unwanted display of visible lust. Hopefully she wasn't paying paying attention, quickly thinking, he took a few steps forward towards his door not trying to be in her direct line of site.

"Oh ight, shit, not saying you wasn't, just offering to help out a neighor, good ole southern hospitality."

Damn I am a little high, what the fuck did I just say Mentally rolling his eyes he decided he didn't care about being a little hot and bothered, after-all he couldn't control the fact that she looked like a model.

"Good ol' Southern hospitality, huh..?" The sound of her laugh filling the hall as she took the last few steps up and onto the landing that held both of their apartments, Ky shook her head lightly. Her smile lighting up her features, reaching her eyes as she let them linger on him. Her free hand diving down and into the pocket of her leather jacket as she searched to pull out her keys, "Heard about it... never experienced it, though."

"Hell yea that's all we practice down here." He was quick with his retort but figured this conversation wasn't going anywhere and wanted to resume when he was less stimulated. The sound of her laughter and noticing her eyes lingering on him causing him to fumble with his room keys, dropping them and not wanting to reach down to grab them with his current situation, he decided to just light up the cigar.

Man, I just avoided getting killed by the Silver Surfer, I'm not fighting awkward boners too... Whatever...

Taking a pull from the cigar and coughing, his eyes jotted down to see that his hand was engulfed in fire, and that was how he'd lit the marijuana contraption. Flustered he hadn't even noticed not using teh lighter, "What the fuck!!?"

This day was just getting more and more difficult with each passing moment. He rapidly waved his hand in an instinctual reaction making the flames dissipate but was even more startled that his hand wasn't burned. Quickly bending down to grab his keys, and trying to distract his eyes from Ky's curvy figure, lust hitting his brain again and his hand once again caught on fire causing him to curse and drop the keys while also coughing from pulling too hard on the backwood which he'd forgotten was lit. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Shaking his hand again to force the fire out, he let out his third exauhsuted sigh for today, this was too much...

Any smile that she'd had- any laughter that might have been passing out through her lips; it was all gone. In an instant. Her attention fixated on the flames lapping about, engulfing his hand. He was-..? Gaze flicking up to his for a moment, she turned her back to him, instead facing her apartment as she took the chance to slip the keys into the lock. Turning them and leaving them hanging once she was able to push the door open, she moved back towards him. Her free hand shooting out; it was like she didn't care about the flames at all as she took a tight grip of his wrist. Pulling him into her apartment, and making sure to grab her keys before she closed and locked the door behind them. Her gaze returning back to his.

"..you-... you can control fire..?"

"Fire, control"

That whole statement sounded foreign to Floyd, really he had no idea what he had going on. All he knew was one minute he was in his car, the next he was gone. Coming back to a massive car insurance bill from a muli car-wreck he caused from getting disintegrated behind the wheel.

"I mean... that's never happened to me." This whole odd scenario was now the sole thing that was in charge of his focus, "What? Lemme guess your the human torch too."

Still even with this disturbing revelation he still retained his sense of humor, having been in near death situations multiple times in his 22 year residency on earth, even staring the grim reaper in the face wasn't enough to remove his stubborn ties to in-appropiate comedic wise cracks. Definently not the way I hoped to get into her apartment, but the next step's gotta be the bedroom. Naw first I need to figure out why the fuck she's worried about if I'm a human flame-thrower, matter fact I NEED to figure that out..this is crazy.

"Well... I mean... I'd like ta think I'm smarter than Jonathan Storm, but... kinda; yeah." Tilting her head, unable but to help think about the similarities she had with the fictional Fantastic Four superhero, Ky' vie shifted slightly over the spot. Hesitating a moment or two longer before she moved past him and towards her kitchen so that she could begin to put her groceries away.

"Hmmm, I can digg that, definently more sexy." Floyd let that slip out...on purpose. It was if nothing could push down the attraction he had towards this fellow empowered girl, "Crazy thing is this is the first time that's ever happened to me, fire hands, last week was even worst I got really drunk and when I woke up... I was invisible for two days at first it was okay but then it became a living nightmare." He shuddered just thinking about the horrific experience he went thinking he'd never be able to be seen again

"..multiple powers..? And they aren't even closely related..." Brows furrowing slightly, a slight frown crossing over her otherwise gentle features, Ky' vie once more turned her attention back to the groceries. Pulling everything out to place down on the bench, she took a few moments to fold up the bags and to slip them into one of the lower drawers before she began putting things away in the cupboards; the cold items going into the fridge or freezer depending on what they were, "That's... really weird..."

"Multiple powers, more like multiple nightmares or several problems." A frown formed on his face at her description of his experience. Being removed from sight and a week later having his hands replace his lighters wasn't exactly his idea of winning the superpower lottery. He briefly thought about asking if she'd wanted help but decided against it as he'd already asked and didn't want to feel like he was nagging, "Yeah your telling me I'm living it, I don't know what the fuck to do this shit is really messing up my life... I mean, you seen the news... sooner or later the Feds is going do sumabout people like us."

He sighed thinking about the unfortunate implitications of being a real life mutant in these turbulent times

"..well, I mean, they can try. But they ain't got nothin' on me. Only two people including you know; and really, you haven't seen me do anything so... it'd be your word against mine." Shrugging her shoulders, closing the fridge, though only after retrieving two beers, she placed one down on the bench in front of him. Bringing the other down in front of her, using the bottom of her top to help her twist the cap off, she took a swig.

Floyd rolled his eyes, he was a fan of confidence sure but he tended to drift towards reality in most scenario's when possible, "Oh yeah, cause your such a bad ass huh?"

At the mention of her not showing him a display of powers, a fleeting sense of panic enveloped his thought pattern wondering if he'd made some grave error by lighting his cigar with his hands. Retrieving the lighter from his pocket he popped the cork off his beer and took a chug himself. Yeah I might need one of these more then I need the gas right now.

"Jeez not gonna offer to open mine huh, I'm all alone." He said teasing the literally, hot nerd.

"You're a strong bloke... pretty sure you can muscle the cap off your beer." Quirking her brow, her body falling back until she was resting against the kitchen bench behind her, Ky once again brought her own beer to her lips. Taking another drink. Her gaze never once leaving his.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... like I said earlier ma'am out here we have southern hospitality."

Floyd equipped as he took another swig from his beer. A whole different bease of an experience to smoking but honestly better for his nerves right now, "So look I've got a question for you, you said it was weird that I've had two different things going on that aren't related right? What the hell do you think's going on? I was stuck unseen for two days but ever since then it hasn't happened again but I sure as hell haven't tried again either."

The confused man poised the question to Ky'Vie it was his first time sitting down with someone else who proposed to have powers, but in the back of his head he was still toying with the idea that maybe he was being set up. After all she'd been quick to pull him into her room, and asked about his own powers but he'd yet to see her do anything other then open up a beer and put up groceries.

"..well... have you tried to do it again..?" Lowering her beer, watching him, she held it down in front of her stomach.

"Well no... like I said, it was kinda a messed up experience, not one I was hoping to repeat but... maybe it'll be better if I can control it?"

Pondering about what he said he bit his lip inquisitively. Mayne I'm tripping if I've got super powers, I damn well better learn how to use them, with motherfuckers like the Silver Predator out their if I'm going stay in the business I'm in I need to get a handle on whatever I can do before he throws me across the highway too. It was settled it seemed and he was in agreement with Ky' vie, "Alright here goes nothing."

Closing his eyes and exhaling to focus he groaned hand shaking slightly as he tried to remove himself from sight but nothing happened, "Come on... maybe I gotta say something... like Danny Phantom... Going Floyd!" Groaning again and snapping his fingers he quickly felt silly when... absolutely nothing happened, "Okay well, so much for my parlor trick..."

"..amusing to watch you try, though. Please, continue." Her bright red lips turning up in an amused smirk, Ky motioned for him to keep trying.

"Oh wow, fuck you." Floyd retorted rolling his eyes as he tried again figuring that he made the same mistake Peter Parker did in the first movie going for catch phrases. Groaning and trying not once not twice but thrice more times and nothing happened he gave up clasping his hands then picking up the beer to take a few deep swigs. "Yup nothing, nada, I can't go ghost." He said making another Danny Phantom reference at his failed attempts to reproduce invisbility.

Watching him a few moments longer, her dark gaze intense, Ky' vie eventually turned her head. Looking away from him as she first shifted against the bench, before pushing away from it altogether. Making her way around the bench in order to meet with him on the other side. Her free hand slipping down into the back pocket of her jeans, she motioned towards him with her beer, "..then maybe you don't have multiple powers. Maybe you just have one. One that lets you use other peoples powers, you know... like Mimic, or Hope Summers. Composite Superman."

Floyd paused to think he hadn't ever thought about that, really he hadn't thought about that much about his powers, "I ain't gonna lie... I'm more of a watch the movies type of guy now, so I don't really know them people you talking about, but I think I get the concept."

That could explain some shit but Ion get why I can't turn invisible

"I really don't know, and I guess I'm only gonna find out over time really. What about you; can I see your party trick?"

"..my party trick..?"

Hesitating; taking a few moments to think over the situation and what her options currently were, Ky lifted the bottle back to her lips. Draining it of whatever beer remained and putting the empty down on the counter, it looked as though she wasn't about to comply before, slowly, her dark raven locks began to glow. Brighter; a vibrant orange and red crept its way up. Embers flickering, and after a few short moments flames licked at her hair. The heat quickly filling the room as she brought her attention back to him, "..my party trick. But that's all you're gettin'. Any more an' I might set off the fire alarms..."

Floyd raised an eyebrow but felt more calm about taking this situation to the next level. Seeing the sparks of flame on her hair and getting verification that she was one of them. "Just a tease aren't you, but yeah wouldn't want your parade getting rained on."

Reaching for the glass he finished contents of his beer and set it down, the small buzz from the drink mingling with the few drags he'd taken earlier. "Well at least you can call upon yours on command, once I get to that point I'll be feeling alot better buuuut if you can do that, it won't be long before I'm caught up." Floyd spoke out with a sense of confidence that had seemed to be wavering about his abilities. Maybe what she said was going on, but he could imagine a whole lot of scenario's where a power like that wouldn't be good but it was better then nothing.

"Maybe..." Shrugging her shoulders, the flames sizzling out until there was no evidence they were ever there, Ky turned and leant herself back against the bench. Her head turning so that she was still able to look up at him, "..but if that is your power; if you really can mimic the abilities of others... you're never going to be done learning control. Every time you come across a new one; the learning is just gunna start all over again..."

"More good news; you know how to cheer a guy up don't you." The undertones of saracasm flowed as he spoke, it seemed she'd made up her mind that he was the black Hope Summers or the Black Mimic. It's a good theory. but I still don't know if that's what I could do it could just some power that ties into fire & invisibilty, but I doubt I'm going to figure it out today.

"Either way I'm going to have my work cut out for me, reminds me some of some of my teachers ooooh Floyd your never going to stop learning never! It doesn't stop." He laughed thinking back. at some of the teachers who'd chastised him when he brought up wanting to be done with learning after graduation.

Laughing softly, Ky shook her head, letting her gaze fall to the ground in front of her; though she wasn't focused on it, "Yeah... I was never too fond of my teachers either. So I feel ya on that point."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "So I guess we have more then fire in common then huh." Standing up he took his empty beer and went to toss it in thet rash. "All these magic tricks got me pretty damn hungry, sheesh you mind if I spark up in here?" He asked pulling the cigar from his ears that had once again went out as his focus had switched to trying to summon his powers of visibility distortion to no avail earlier.

"..as long as you smoke over by the window." Motioning over towards the one window in the lounge that had a seat by it, and an ashtray, Ky crossed over to it. Reaching over to pull it open, letting the fresh air flow into the apartment from outside, "Don't want the smell seeping into my clothes or furniture, that's all."

"I can dig that but lucky us, the aroma of cannabis dosen't tend to stick around for more then three or four hours. When your in the... business I'm in you've got to know things like this." Floyd made his way over to the open window embracing the fresh air and was about to retrieve his lighter when he had an alternative idea.

Hmm, let's see... I doubt this is gonna work buuut I'll try. Focusing but this time getting the wanted result he was surprised to see flames sparking off his fingers lighting the backwood as he took a few heavy pulls before coughing. "Oh..." Coughing "Shit..." More coughing "It worked." Coughing again he cleared his chest as if he was clearing out phelgm trapped and took a few more hits a little more flame then he wanted causing the cigar to burn faster then before.

"That actually worked...crazy.." A Sparkle of excitement in the corner of his eyes at actually managing to summon some form of power at will even if it was to get high

"Smart... if we end up hanging out more often, I'll teach you how make popcorn without burning it. Now that is impressive." Moving back from the window, Ky folded herself down on her couch. Crossing her legs underneath her.

"Oooh! Now that I want to know, cause I swear the microwave never seems to get it right sometimes, always just a liiiiitle too burnt for my taste literally." A few more heavy pulls was leading to his eyes starting to redden from the strong substance allowing him to truly slump into the chair she'd offered him by the window. "Your welcome to hit it if you want, I'm talking about the blunt good stuff. Honestly I'm not even gonna finish it myself." He laughed a little feeling a lot more relaxed and silly as he got higher, more entertained by the fact that he would never be plagued by problems of loosing his lighter again that's if he could keep making the sparks fly from his finger tips literally.

Shaking her head lightly, her own body falling back into the cushions, she chuckled, "No thanks... I only gave myself the mornin' off, remember..? Got cars to be fixed, and bikes to be tuned waitin' for me at the garage. Can't put off work for too long, else it'll pile up."

"Oh your one of those, can't work high huh I use to be like that." Floyd laughed taking one final hit before ashing outside the window. Taking out the wrapper he'd retrieved the woods from he sealed the half of the cigar back in and closed it. His vision now a little brighter, and everything feeling somewhat more intense the sounds of the birds chirping outside, the beating of his heart at a more brisk pace, and heaviness that he could feel in his eye lips occupied his heightened senses. "I don't know alot of girl mechanics, what got you into the business, if you don't mind me asking something about you not related to our pending X Men applications."

Lifting her hand up, fingers raking through her hair, she pushed it back off her face. Her shoulders shrugging almost dismissively, "..fell in with a slightly questionable crowd when I was younger. By the time I was fifteen, they'd gotten me into cars... bikes... When I got my learners at sixteen, they got me into the real adrenaline fix. Street racing. I was hooked. Being a mechanic just became second nature; the perfect way to feed my little obsession when I wasn't actually out there doing it, ya know..?"

It intrigued him when she said she'd fell into the wrong crowd at a younger age. Hmmm so maybe she's a bad girl after all.

This girl was certainly proving to be interesting after all, and he was starting to feel like their was more proof to what she was saying about his powers, after all he seemed to have no trouble calling forth fire around her but that led him to wonder who'd he run into who could turn invisible. I guess I wouldn't exactly see them... or would I hmmm. He realized he was getting dragged into his insightful thoughts and snapped out of it to pay attention to Ky'Vie as she spoke delivering the rest of the answer to the question he'd poised. "I get that, at least the adrenaline part and getting mixed up with some questionable behavior around that age."

"The rush of adrenaline is the best part. Aside from the rewards for winning, of course."

"Yeah gotta win right."

Floyd was about to keep talking when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Being high and throughly engaged in the conversation he went to click the side of his phone to forward the call. "Fair warning though since your new around here if you pick any highways to race on and you don't want to get snagged up by Georgia State Patrol I recommend i-75 it's the one that drifts out towards the country, anywhere you try that on i-285 their gonna light you up quick."

He spoke with a foreboding tone as many motorists who were unfamilar with georgia highways would find that any of their highways were better to race on then i-285 the intersection between downtown & the metro Atlanta where GSP seemed to hide in every crook, cranny & crevice of looking for drivers speeding & transporting illicit goods.

His phone began buzzing again once again interrupting him, he went to click it again only for it to start ringing even though it was on silent. Damn it; who is it? He took out the phone to see it was Liz, and rolled his eyes, sliding on the pre-typed message option of 'I'm sorry I can't talk right now.' As the phone buzzed again he groaned and stood up to take his phone out his pocket. Quickly he went to Liz's contact and temporarily added her to the block list.

"Geez if I didn't answer the first 4 times...." Suddenly he shot back feeling a sharp pain before he fell to the ground. "Ugh ahhh!!!!!" Floyd clasped his head with both of his hands as he lay on the ground in pain closing his eyes, gritting as teeth as he felt his vision began engulfed in brief flashes of light and color.

Panic shot through her core.

"S-Shit..!" Eyes widening as she saw him collapse forward off the chair, and onto the floor of her lounge, Ky' vie struggled a moment before she managed to scramble her way off of the couch. Her body slipping slightly as her knees hit the ground beside his figure, she leant over him. Her gaze flicking about; she reached out. Her touch firm, though still gentle as she took hold of his wrists, not quite sure what to do, or just how she should be reacting, "Oi..! Oi, you-... you okay..? Can ya hear me..?"

Not getting a response other than his pained yells, and not knowing just how she could help. She stared down at him almost helplessly.

"..Jesus... what the fuck kinda blunt did you smoke..?"

As Floyd on the ground in pain his iphone had dropped and if Ky glanced down she could see the message was from one of his women he was ignoring named Liz. The text on the screen was short and simple.

Floyd please please text me back I'm not crazy, I'm telling you it's happening again please!


When Ky touched Floyd it was if she was transported into a whole other place into what appeared to be the heart of Washington D.C, the capital city of the United States standing in the middle of the streets was Floyd looking around confused. “Ky’ vie... you're here too? What the fuck is going on? Where are we?!!!”

Floyd asked her confused how they ended up in the middle of Washington D.C, suddenly sirens were heard blaring and screaming was heard as a plane was seen falling from the sky crashing into the streets merely a few blocks away, and then a loud mechanic voice was heard all over the city. “Your time is up, your most deserved punishment commences now.” The sirens grew louder after the voice heard across the city rung out and a massive explosion went off that enveloped the entire city people running for their lives screaming as the entire city was eradicated consumed in a city wide explosion.

Floyd turned to run towards Ky’ vie as the explosion hurtled towards them disintegrating all unlucky enough to be caught in it’s path. Within an instant Ky’ vie appeared to be back in her room as if she never left, in-fact physically she hadn’t moved but the event felt completely real every second of it. The cold air of D.C, the skin melting heat as the explosion ensured them, the smell of blood, flames & chemical, the blood curling screams of the population being wiped out, the sheer pain and agony of being disintegrated. All real and synthetic as if they’d been there in person, but in actuality neither had left the apartment.

Floyd was sweating profusely getting up grabbing his chest looking around to see he was back in Ky’ vie’s apartment. “W-What... the fuck... was that? ..f-fuck.” Having been trapped in whatever effect had just occurred far longer then Ky’ vie Floyd struggled to get up before loosing both his balance and consciousness.



Paradise Maine


Location: Sunset Beach, Pupukea; Hawaii.
Interacting With: Scott Royal (@FunnyGuy).





It was quiet here... or well, quiet enough. No. Perhaps that wasn't the right word. More like peaceful- calming.

Her bright blues lifting from the page that she was currently working on, bypassing the textbooks she had lain in front of her in the sand, her homework lost to the distraction, Paradise stared out at the beautiful sight that was lain before her. The gentle and rhythmic lapping of the seafoam washing over the shore- the sand giving off the warmest glow of gold; almost earthen and muted. And then there was the flora. Tropical... exotic... beautiful- the strong, natural aromas that overwhelmed her every single time she found herself surrounded by nature-... It sent her almost wild these days. And it wasn't as though she didn't know why. She knew the reason. She knew exactly why she suddenly felt such a deep, almost unexplainable connection with the Earth... with Mother Nature- with Gaia.

Pen slipping through her fingers, falling to rest on the open page of her notebook, she lowered her hands. Burying them down into the hot sand on either side of her body, though her attention was still focused out on the water crashing about oh so invitingly before her. She could feel it... even from here, she could feel it. The seaweed... the coral reefs- all the flora of the ocean, resting safely beneath those salty waves, as deeply green and as vibrant in color as any high summer foliage. But her favourite..? Her favourite... everything resting there at the bottom, upon the softly rolling dunes. The tall, tall sea grass that over the last five months of her life seemed to whisper ever so sweetly into the gusting breeze, and right to her very core. Just like every tree... every shrub... every flower.

And it was precicely that reason that she no longer doubted the choice she'd made for her future. Life had just proved that by giving her these amazing abilities when she'd returned from... wherever it was she had been during her disappearance.

"Another?! Yeah?! Let's do this!"

Ripped from her thoughts by the sound of someones voice filling the air, Paradise pulled her hands out from the sand. Letting them linger in mid-air for a brief moment or two of thought before she actually, slowly, began to move. Her curiosity towards the specticle going on far too strong to think about returning to her studies. No. She was finished with homework and assignments for the day. There was no possible way she was going to be able to re-concentrate on what she needed to do.

Packing away her things back into her bag and rising, taking only a few moments to brush the excess sand from her person; she brought the strap to her shoulder. Holding it in place with a single hand as she moved to join up with the group that had been constantly growing, both in size and decible. Slipping through the gaps left between people, Paradise only stopped when she'd reached the front. Her painted red lips parting ever slightly from one another as she gazed upon the man balancing an already large number of beach balls on top of his head. Her voice soft as she spoke, her thoughts slipping out without her even truly noticing, "..heh... not possible..."



Anastasia Romanoff


Location: Moscow; Russia.
Interacting With: Her pet wolf.





"It... It was horrible, I literally thought I was gonna die."

The tips of her fingers brushing lightly over the keys of her laptop, they stopped only when they had reached her goal. One tap of the space button causing the video she had been watching on the Moscow Times website to pause. She'd heard enough. She didn't need to hear anymore. Especially coming from the mouth of some preacher that was hell bent on turning the worlds citizens against one another- someone who wanted to condemn almost a third of the worlds population on the actions of only a few rotton eggs. The civil war... the Rwandan genocide- did no-one ever learn from the past..? And if that was the case, then how was it that this guy wasn't preaching such bullshit before people began showing higher abilities..? If that were the case, then he too should be a condemned man, held accountable for the actions of priests, pastors and preachers before him that had gone sour. Just off the top of her head, she could both think of and name thirteen.

The gentle nudge against her free hand catching her attention, pulling her from her thoughts, Anastasia turned her dark gaze down to the beautiful white wolf stood by her side. Watching the creature for a moment or two before she began to act. Hand moving, and fingers disappearing into the soft fur as she scratched lightly at the top of its head. Nikola. After everything that had happened; the canine was truly the only one there for her. She couldn't trust anyone else. Not even her parents... not anymore...

Turning her attention back to her laptop, she instead began manoeuvre the mouse. Closing the tab that housed the news site, and instead bringing up the one that held her blog. Annonomous, of course. She wasn't stupid enough to post this shit with her name where everyone could find it. No. Art like this-... Art like this could get her into trouble if it was connected back to her.

Scrolling down until she found the post she was looking at, her gaze flicked first to the views - which had jumped up substatially over the last month - and then across to the comments. Her mouse slowly trailing down over them until she was able to click on a link that had been posted among the mixed comments. The link itself opening up a photo of the school in question; of the devestation left behind in a new tab for her to look at. Though she didn't really need to look at it- it was a perfect replica of something she'd drawn perhaps two, maybe three months ago now. She'd written the date in the corner of the page, like she always did, for reference. The dates of her artwork, and then the corresponding real world situations was what sparked the reactions. The accuracy between what she had drawn, and what was happening however, was what had her blog blowing up with new traffic from all over the world. Hell... she'd even seen an article on buzzfeed about the school, and the piece she'd created about it.

Turning away from her laptop altogether after a few moments longer, she moved across the large room of her family home that had very quickly become her art studio. Her arms lifting, folding over her chest as she glanced about at the multitude of varying artworks that surrounded her- tacked onto the walls, resting against surfaces. Really anywhere that would allow her to see them properly. Another brush of fur, this time against her leg as her wolf made to sit dutifully at her side, Ana let out a heavy sigh. A frown crossing her lips.

"..one thing I hate, Nikola... not knowing which one comes next..."
-resigned-
..you know I don’t do backstories... XD



Isabella Françai


Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd).
Interacting With: No One.





Setting the bowl down lightly over the table, Isabella continued around it. Her head nodding as she once more took her seat, listening to the voice on the other end of the line as they spoke. Her bright eyes flicking across to the time that was displayed over the bottom corner of her laptop. It was still early- before her alarm early. Though it was a decent enough time that her mind had begun to work at its full capacity, and she was able to start thinking about the important things. Like breakfast. Her hand lifting away from the mouse, the photos she had been sent earlier on now displayed on the screen of her laptop, she instead picked up her spoon. Scooping some of her porridge into her mouth, she made sure to finish it before she made to speak. Her legs crossing underneath the table.

"Yes; that's correct. A new collection. We're calling it 'The Cataclysm' and we're hoping to draw quite the attention to it. That's where you come in."

Pausing for a moment as the voice on the other end spoke, she chuckled softly. Taking another mouthful of her breakfast, however the sound of a door both opening and closing from the second floor catching her attention, she leant lightly in her seat. Her head tilting in order to look out into the hallway for any sign that her brother was awake and moving about as she spoke once more. Her body sitting back up as she turned her attention back to the phone call that she was currently engaged in, "Well, yes. Who else would I go to for media coverage and advertisement..? I want this collection to go world-wide. Viral. Particularly in the United States as it's where the artist has gotten their inspiration for the collection."

So it was a little white lie... okay, perhaps more than a little white lie. But she had given Christoph her word that she wouldn't give away any details regarding any of the conversation that they'd had earlier, and she wasn't about to go breaking his trust. Even if it all came back on her. She would deal with the consequences later should any arise, "I've sent you images of the key peices that will be featured. I've already spoken to a few contacts of mine in the news and vlogging world, and they're already working to get the word out online. If you can deliver- if you can really get this out on the evening news in the US-..."

Cut off, though the words she was hearing bringing a smile to her lips, Belle nodded. Clearly pleased as she shifted on the seat, making herself more comfortable than she already was, "..oh, that's wonderful. Thank you. As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Her thumb brushing over the screen of her phone, hitting the end call button, she placed it down on the table beside her laptop. Replacing it instead with her cup of tea so that she might have a sip of it before she returned to her breakfast. That was the internet media covered... vlogs and news sites... television and other media covered... It was a good start- a very good start. And in a mere few hours, the paintings Chris had given her would spread like wild fire around the world on all mediums with her name associated with them.

Now all she had to do was wait.



Elle Marrow & Flint Marrow


Location: Atlanta; Georgia.
Interacting With: Each Other.





Flint made his way into Elle's hospital room, although he wasn't in completely good shape. Surprisingly Elle, and especially Riddley had taken more damage. Clearly he knew they did more in the fight against Adora, he was outclassed although the situation was the same with Riddley. The difference was he had the element of surprise, he always had that element Adora was the first situation he'd been in with Legion where not only was he unprepared he didn't know what her power was. He'd gotten some texts from Malik who wanted to meet him, but instructed him to tell his sister Adora was dead if asked since she wasn't a member of Legion... yet... as Malik said. Still getting pressed by his own weight, punched point blank by Adora, and kicked into the desk he had bruised ribs, and a concussion, not to mention the back ache. He'd taken five 5 milligram percocet pills to be able to ignore the pain as he knocked on Elle's door then stepped in slowly.

"Elle... it's Flint..." He almost teared up seeing Elle hurt, he needed her help with the investigation, but he had no idea his prey would come to him, and quickly became the predator. "How are you feeling?"

Well... now she just had to wait. As much as they loved playing their little game of cat and mouse - in this occasion, she was definitely the mouse - it had been made more than clear over the past years that she could, somewhat, rely on Grace. For some reason, she always came through when it mattered the most. Her head lifting at the sound of a voice entering the room, Elle's bright blue's met with her brother's gaze. Holding it for a moment before she let her attention drop back down to her phone. Eventually, slowly reaching out to put it back down on the bedside table, she stared at her hands as they returned to her lap.

"..about as good as I look..."

"Damn it Elle." Flint felt bad looking at his sister's condition he didn't want her getting hurt, he'd grown obsessed with bringing down Adora, and obsessed with this job. Getting a little bit closer to her he took a seat in a chair. "Well good news and bad news, bad news we're still not rich, good news... that bitch is done she's not around no more, just took a couple X-Men to stop her." Flint almost chuckled at his joke, when he stopped silently remembering he was thinking about Elle's own powers being half the reason they had gotten a win, and felt a sense of despair in the pit of his stomach again. Oh yeah, that's right she's one of them damn it.

"..I don't care about money, Flint... and I guess it's a good thing that a couple of them showed up then... considering you hunt them down..."

"I know you don't." He let out a low sigh this situation was becoming more dangerous quickly and now he'd dragged his sister in it, not to mention Malik was threatening him to not give out more information if he wanted his job. "Look, I'm not here as an agent I'm here as your brother to make sure your okay, however I feel about... people with certain talents it dosen't matter. Personally, I don't think there all bad I'm not tryna round em all up and stick em in a cage." He wanted to tell her more really, especially with her having powers but he still felt accountable for Nathan, their father's death, even if he didn't directly pull the trigger.

"..I stabbed a woman, Flint- I stabbed her to save you..."

Flint looked down, this was the part he didn't want to deal with. Sure Elle worked for the feds just like him, but it was different. She was the one who got the info, she didn't have to see the carnage up front. "I know... Elle... and for that I really thank you, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, but neither would alot of people. It's never easy to just take a life, especially the first time but alot more people would be dead if you hadn't, everyone at that facility, even more people outside of it."

"..t-take a life..?" Her lips parting slightly at his words, Elle lifted her head. Her bright eyes meeting with his.

Flint's eyes didn't even want to meet Elle's as she looked up, he knew this was hitting her hard and he looked down. He realized Elle didn't remember what happened, maybe not even her powers. "Yeah Adora's..." He felt a knot in his throat. Damn it Malik.

"..I-I killed her..? I thought-... I thought you said two empowered killed her..."

Flint held his down, at this point he couldn't lie. This was something that he knew would come out, and he put his hand on Elle's shoulder. "Listen, sis... your one of them." It was so simple to just tell her, the pain medication made him feel light headed, warm, loose, like everything would be okay even when it wouldn't.

Shifting slightly on the bed, sitting herself up a little more, Elle pulled her shoulder out from under his touch, "..what do you mean I'm one of them..?"

Flint noticed her shifting, and for a second thought maybe the opiods had him too open. "Come on Sis, there's no other way to say it. That's how were alive, there was more then one of you, the other you.. .is why the real you and me are still breathing."

"..there was more than one of me..?"

Flint got up and walked to the door closing it. Upon doing that he went back and sat back down. "Clone. You made clone of yourself, Elle."

Letting out a nervous laugh, Elle shook her head, "Heh... good one. That's not possible. I didn't disappear... I was on vacation when that happened to everyone. I'm pretty sure I'd remember."

Flint scowled at Elle, and rolled his eyes. "Elle listen! You know how I feel about this situation, people having powers and everything. Maybe you were drunk outta your mind or just like everyone else you plain don't remember getting vaporized, but you turned into a clone!" Flint squeezed his forehead as a few tears formed in his eyes. "You think I would lie? My job is to bring people in, help the world, so what am I suppose to do when your one of them?! Not a damn thing. I lied to Legion, I lost my father, mom's not around anymore, I can't loose you too." At this point Flint wiped his eyes briefly and shook his head the whole madness of the situation getting to him.

"..our father... we lost our father..."

Flint just looked down. "You know what I mean sis, I can't loose anybody else someone's gotta look out for Tommy. He already lost Sandra and Rose." At this point tears welled up in his eyes, all the losses. Absentee mom, vaporized father, wife & daughter dead in the car crash from all those years ago, and he hadn't been able to see Tommy regularly since he worked for Legion.

"..don't... don't you dare try and use my nephew against me, Flint..." Shaking her head, her own eyes hit with a familiar sting, Elle held back any tears. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of having got to her, "I have always been there for him- for you. Even when you couldnt be."

Flint couldn't even respond to this he felt bad about bringing Tommy up at all, but this was all overwhelming as now he was lying to her & Legion. "I know Elle, this is just so much it should have been me, not you... if anything I deserve to be an empowered not you, but it dosen't matter they'll never put you in any prison for powers as long as I'm alive."

"..just... go, Flint..."

"Really? Alright... Elle..." Flint just got up he had nothing else to say to her, she knew she had powers, if she did anything and got in trouble without him then he'd do his best to help her as much as he could.
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