VitoftheVoid

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Rei was making her way along the corridor in no particular hurry, never being one in particular to concern herself with social convention. Also she was approximately half awake. Combination of a poor night's sleep and being disturbed by the little devilspawn following her about-

THUD.

Something, or rather someone, crahsed into her at some speed. Rei let out a cry of alarm that sounded, for a moment, oddly inhuman in its frequency, pupils contracting into tiny vertical lines as she sprang back, narrowly avoiding treading on Hel. Seeing the figure on the floor she loomed over him for a moment, her mouth opening to speak and displaying pointed canine teeth...had they been there earlier?

"You wanna watch it? Don't know what the hell is such a big deal you've gotta be Speedy freakin' Gonzales round the corridors but it can't be that goddamn bad because nobody's screami- ...why are you...are you sweating jello?"
Rei tilted her head as she abruptly shifted gear from anger to puzzlement. The guy appeared to be dripping slime. In a vague sense she guessed that such a thing might gross out the average person.

Of course when you'd once manually reformed your own arm from the bone outward you sort of gained a lot of perspective on what constituted gross. If anything she was a little bemused by it, and bemused a lot moreso by the dramatic apology of the individual. It was sufficient that she didn't really feel she could carry on chewing him out.

"Turn it down a few notches dude. It's really too early for you to be so twitchy. I'm not going to do anything. Just don't do it again."

Hel peered round Rei, watching the young man appraisingly with large, red eyes.
"He just got here." she stated, adopting her usual, slightly ominous monotone.
"He doesn't like the fire."

"Huh, is that a fact?" Rei asked, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand. @XrazieVice

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Insomnia had always been a bit of an issue for Rei.
She was pretty sure something about her weird physiology had shorted out her body clock, because she rarely found herself getting a good night's sleep.
Being in a situation that was was still pretty dubious about wasn't really helping with that.
What sleep the mutant had managed to get was abruptly brought to an end when she was alerted to footsteps on the floorboards, and awoke to two bright red eyes inches from her face.

She tumbled into a sitting position against the opposite wall with a yelp.

"HOLY SH- Hel don't do that!"

Whilst the teenager's reaction was one of alarm, the younger's expression was one of distinct impassivity. The girl stood there, already fully dressed in a green hoodie, leggings and red tennis shoes. Unlaced, Rei noticed.

Possibly a pint-sized genius, though still not sure how to tie her shoes. Wonderful.
"It's morning." Hel stated.

"I noticed. Kinda occupied right now pipsqueak. Don't you wanna go bother a responsible adult?"

"No."

"Or find someone closer to your own age to play with?"

"No."

"Is there anything I can say that will get you to go away and stop staring at me like you're trying to eat my soul?"

"No."

"Right, guess I'm up then."

A few moments later the form of Rei sloped out of her room with Hel at her heels. Whilst her young companion appeared to have been intent to dress for the occasion, Rei was a lot less concerned in that regard, and was still wearing the garments that made up her pyjamas,a pair of shorts and faded, oversized T-shirt depicting the album cover of some death metal band. Her long, silvery hair hung in thick fronds down to her lower back and she walked around with all the good posture of a swamp monster.

She didn't really have that much concern about running into other residents in her pyjamas. It was one advantage of having an ability so inherently abhorrent and disgusting as fleshcraft, that really there was very little you could do to lower yourself in someone's estimation. She figured if someone was put off by her with uncombed hair then they stood no chance of speaking to her ever again once they watched her bleed bright green ichor instead of blood.

Now she was out though, where exactly were they going? Hel was, apparently, following her, and attempting to ask the kid any questions was a bit like trying to get blood out a stone. One word answers. Vagueness. Or just no response whatsoever. What should people do in the morning? Eat breakfast she guessed would make sense.
"Okay, well, unless you got anything to say about it we're gonna go find some food. Speak now or forever hold your peace or whatever."

Hopefully it was already getting taken care of, however it worked. Otherwise it was going to be cereal or a granola bar for a kid. Would be a little bit counter-intuitive to save some kid from the streets and then kill her with food poisoning.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

@KatherinWinter Okie, edited profiles in a way that should hopefully work better with what you're goin' for.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

@VitoftheVoid if she doesn't want 5p be there then she shouldn't be there. T
Your making Rei a hostage of Hel. The benefactor and Housekeeper would never force her to stay. They would separate the two.

@KatherinWinter

It's generally not terribly dramatic, but if you're not keen on the idea, happy to swap things about and say Rei is willingly sticking round out of a sense of obligation toward the younger kid.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

@Blueflamesure
@Dirty Danalright. I'll allow that.
@VitoftheVoid you're going to have to explain how and why they're linked. Uncooperative kids are not a favorite of mine. She doesn't have to live at the orphanage there are other choices.

@KatherinWinter

I wouldn't say uncooperative as far as Rei goes, just not super stoked to be there. One of Rei's weaknesses is that she's very susceptible to psychic suggestion, and Hel just sorta capitalised on that where she wouldn't necessarily be able to achieve any sway over other people, hence Rei being there whilst not really wanting to be, Hel has influenced her into it.

And Hel totally wants to be there, so Rei is just kinda going with it despite it not being something she's too pleased about.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Name: Rei Farron (Apparently, as one would have to take her word for it. Seems probable the surname was adopted.)

Age: 17 (More or less.)

Power: Biological Manipulation, Rei is able to alter the cellular make-up of her own body, and create additional biological mass by consuming animal protein. This lets her both regenerate from damage and change her physical traits to fit a situation. If she wants to climb a wall, she can cause her hands and feet to become grippy like a gecko's, or if she wants to breathe underwater she can manifest gills. This is limited, however, to how much cellular mass she has access to. Too much damage and Rei cannot use her abilities. Overusage also seems to be taxing on her mental stability, making her far more prone to acting on base instinct than sophisticated thought.

Bio: Rei, and her somewhat unwelcome companion Hel, have only very recently arrived at the orphanage. Rei, for her own part, is rather dubious about the whole thing. According to her, she spent most of her younger years by herself, her biomanipulation abilities giving her myriad ways to survive and fostering a sense of self-sufficiency and a mistrust of others. Coming across the younger girl however gave Rei something of a sense of obligation, resulting in her foregoing her tendency towards independence in order to keep an eye on the weird kid...though admittedly she's sometimes not sure if it's for the kid's benefit or the benefit of everyone else.



Name: Hel (Surname Unknown)
Age: Around 6 or 7
Power: Hel appears to be a very strong psychic. She has displayed telepathy and limited psychokinesis. Being only a child, this only tends to be possible in very short bursts, with Hel quickly becoming exhausted.

Bio: Hel is, while a lot younger, the far more mysterious of the two. A rather undersized child with long, red hair and eyes, and some strange scarring, Hel appeared along with Rei only a couple of days previously. She is rather reticent for her age, only seeming to speak in rather short and stilted sentences, but displays both a high level of intelligence...and a surprising ruthlessness. She seems to be relatively attached to Rei, for one reason or another, though hasn't enlightened her, or anyone else, about where she actually came from.

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The jotun swung at the Uruz rune, teeth bared and hands wreathed in crimson fire. The creature was in no hurry to abandon its cover, especially with one of its attackers separated from the rest.

That changed when the sound of footsteps crashing into the kitchen reached its ears and several shots thudded into the floor. The world eater hesitated, looking back and forth in something approaching alarm.

Outside, Oren stood, steely gaze toward the house. The place was falling apart. Keeping it upright was only going to deplete what little she had to work with. Uruz was going to have to look after herself now.

With the call over from Ansuz, Oren hurried round to the left side, listening over the roar of the fire.

Wait for it-

CRASH!

The wall of the house exploded as the grey shade of the jotun shot through the storm of rubble, trailing fire behind it. Bits of scorched brick and plaster flew in all directions, and Oren took off at a sprint right across the path of the wall of destruction that was the world eater. Just as she crossed in front of it, the Isa Rune dropped into a slide, her hands contacting the ground and raising a slick of ice in her wake.

The jotun hit it with a burst of steam, and its feet were ripped from under it, heavy body slamming into the asphalt and beginning to liquify the tar. Oren sprang up on the other side, shouting as she extinguished the fire on the sleeve of her coat.
"Sowilo! Suppress the fire! Rest of you, fracture points on its body are its weak spots! Aim f-"
Isa cut off as a swipe from a the downed jotun forced her to spring back, narrowly avoiding a blow that would have shattered her knees.
The thing was getting up, they had very little time.

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The jotun had sprung to its feet just as Amity collided with it, sending the creature into a wall with an impact that shook the building and dislodged chunks of brick. It rose again quickly with a feral snarl and turned its crimson gaze on Amity. It looked from her, to the sword, and back to her, before dashing forwards with alarming speed and swiping at the Uruz rune's head with enough force to split open concrete. Her aim might have stood some change of landing true, had the explosion not shaken the place, throwing her off her mark with its force.

Flames poured through the room, surrounding the jotun, who was, as one of the children of fire, both unharmed and unfazed by it. The flames ate away at patches of the top she wore, leaving more of the greyish, fractured-looking skin. The crack-like markings seemed to glow dull red in the scorched room. The heat had all but cauterized the wound across its upper arm, which was now black and sticky. Emobolded by this, the jotun roared and surged forwards, making another swipe at Amity with an intent to grab her. If it could get hold of her then it would be over.

----

Complete chaos. Rather than wait for Clifton or Madison to give the order, runes from teams had already broken formation and run towards the danger. She moved to call after them, but the moment the first cleared the window.

Boom. In a split second Oren could feel it. Feel the rune on her back seem to flicker and diminish a little, like a candle in a bell jar. Algiz was dead.

She was not the only one. At least one more body lay like a broken toy far from the point of the blast.

Her remaining teammate was looking toward her, about to take the next route into the current vortex of death that was the burning house. Sowilo rune could protect you from the fiery death that had consumed Silvarae and Volkir. But there was not a lot it could do about getting crushed by a collapsing ceiling. Not to mention they were now working at half capacity with one of Heimdall dead and the Aett Field diminished.

The woman spoke up, shouting over the roar of fire.
"Listen! If you don't want to end up like that then you don't go in and you do as I say!"

"Ansuz. Kenaz. You don't feel a change, right? Your power does not feel diminished? If so you're the only ones with a full aett right now and you need to make use of it. We have to lure the jotun outside. As long as it's in there, it has the advantage and the hazards of the environment are more likely to kill us than the jotun is. Kenaz, do you think you can create an illusory raid in there, let it think its cover is gone? Ansuz. Try and work out what the hell is going on in there and where it's going to breach. Be ready because when it does it's coming out fast. Sowilo, going to need you repressing the jotun's fire when it breaks out. House is a lost cause at this point. Laguz hang back. At this rate we're going to need you. Berkano? Where's Berkano- SHIT!"

As she tried to locate the rune needed for using roots to prop the house exactly what she feared happened and the house gave a drunken lurch as the side that had just exploded began to collapse under its own weight. The Isa rune broke into a run forwards and extended her hand towards the crumbling wall. The cracks and charred gaps of exposed masonry of the building glimmered merrily against the flames as weaved through the cracks and locked it in place like mortar. She stopped next to the broken body of her former teammate, stepping over it as if it were a potato sack. Her steely grey gaze was all on the house. The constant heat from the fire was going to be fast eroding her improvised prop, and the house's water supply was already compromised, so she was struggling to pull anything to work with from the dry air. She had no idea how long she could keep this up, but it wasn't long.

"Uruz! If you are still alive then get the fuck out of that house!" she shouted over the roar of the fire. Almost out of water. Almost out of time. Unless. She extended a hand out toward Silvarae's body, or more accurately, the pool of blood that surrounded the bearer of Algiz. It began to collect from the ground and bend to the Isa user's will, collecting into a cloud of icy crystals before being directed into the collapsing wall, now tinted a cheery pink by its content. Waste not want not.

Having done this, she turned to look back at the remaining members of the runes.
"Get to it."

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For several long moments, the jotun and the lady faced off in silence.

Then it all happened at once.

The explosion of a flare over head, the gasp of surprise, the blast of a shotgun, the crash of the jotun diving into the furniture and a roar of pain and fury as the shot winged the world eater's shoulder and splattered blood upon the wall and floor. The jotun dropped onto her hands and knees and threw her head back, noise of rage shaking the windows, a noise far closer to a wild animal than a human.

And as it roared, fire began to bloom out of its hands, spreading across the carpet and up the walls with alarming speed. Soon in addition to the noise of the jotun itself, the sound of screaming smoke alarms and the sight of billowing smoke issued from the house in turn.

--

Over with the Runes, Oren had spent the journey silent. It would be pointless to express her grim view on Amity and Makorai's actions, and any logistics that could help at this point were Mitch's area of expertise. Any knowledge she had to impart was coming too late. She was just going to have to hope they took her word for it.

Maeve's rather mangled delivery of what she assumed to be something like 'I'm with you.' elicited a short nod from the Isa rune, and little else. At least in part as the red-headed woman was not the team member Oren was worried about.

The light of the flare in the sky caused her to bite the inside of her cheek in barely-repressed frustration. Few minutes in and this was already veering off-protocol so drastically there was little hope of returning to it. She had a very bad feeling that this fight might have a number on it.

As they drew to a halt, the young woman hopped down and turned her head immediately towards the awful noise.
"It's inside a house."

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Oh hey heads-up dudes and not-dudes, am going to be away at a LARPfest til Sunday, so no posties in the interim, and if you message me and I don't respond, I'm not ignoring you, just have no devices or interweb.