Origin 1.3
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Casey thought about it for a long minute. This shithead had picked him from the battlefield, likely while the fight was going on. Whoever he was, he clearly hadn't contributed much to the defense of the city, and he'd used the opportunity to... yeah. He didn't know if it was the relentless itch driving him, the need to claim more for himself, or if maybe he'd always had some part of him willing to do this.
This cape was going to die tonight.
Casey strode forward, small drips of blood falling from where the cuffs still dig into his wrists. His flesh regenerated and broke on the steel again and again, the strange ichor his blood had become eating away at the cuff. He expected it would fall apart on its own soon enough.
The fuckers didn't even do this right. Who cuffs a person that tight? Unless they're into it, I guess, he mused.
The first person to see him is a younger man, perhaps a year or two older than Casey, and in other circumstances he might try his luck. These are not those circumstances. Casey grabs the young man and lifts him over his head. One of the women finally notices him and simply stares for a moment. Casey muses that it must be the sight, his diminutive form lifting a man that is nearly six feet tall.
He throws the man into the group and wades in. Few of the group actually attempt anything, at least those of them sober enough to notice what's happening. He bodily throws them around, and when one large man pulls a knife, Casey simply lets it enter him. The stabber screams in pain as some of the strange ichor splashes onto him and ignites a small fire. Casey grabs him and rips the shirt from the stabber's body, smothering the flame before it can spread.
The stab itself had already healed, the flesh around it shifting oh so slightly to be more resistant to future stabbings. It isn't much, but it's something, and Casey is thankful for it. Before the morale of the group can break, there's a shout.
"The FUCK do you fucknuggets think you're doing? Let me handle this cockswallower," the unknown cape yelled. The man holds his hands up and a glowing gradient appears on the ground, going from purple to blue. Those on the blue side found themselves pulled gently to the end of it, whereas those on the purple were pulled with more force, putting them to the back of the crowd.
"Now watch while I teach this cumgargler what happens to trash that messes with the MERCHANTS!" the cape screams again. His teeth are badly darkened and jagged.
Layers of purple and blue appear, his fist accelerated by it. Casey tries to react, but the cape's attack is too quick to dodge.
The first thing I'm doing is actually learn how to fight, Casey thought to himself.
The fist catches him in the chest and the unknown cape looks triumphant... only for Casey to stand unmoved.
"Fuck you!" the unknown shouts. He tries the same attack again, to the same result. Casey finally takes action and strikes the cape across the face.
There is a crack of flesh meeting flesh followed by the crack of bone breaking. The other cape is on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth. He tries to say something but his jaw isn't moving quite right. Casey steps forward, finally deciding to end things.
He thinks he should feel something, here. Some sort of regret, or even a hot blooded rage, perhaps even a sense of satisfaction. He doesn't, except for a small bit of excitement. He had a power, a strong power he thought, and he was going to give it a chance to feed.
Adam was going to get out this shitty city, away from it all. He was tired of being looked down on. It was like a puzzle...
It won't be long before the police and PRT show up. Casey has a pretty ironclad reason for his actions, and the fact it was during a "trigger event" means he won't face legal consequences. Still, he has to decide if he wants to stick around or not.
[] Stick around. The police and PRT will be aware you are a parahuman, and that Casey killed Skidmark. He will be pressured into joining the Protectorate (once they realize he's actually eighteen), and he may choose to join or not. He will not face legal consequences due to a combination of extenuating circumstances and a desire to keep a potentially powerful cape on the side of angels.
[] Leave. Casey is confident the police will quickly free the hostages and get them appropriate medical treatment. He, on the other hand, has no desire to stick around and have his identity blown. The police and PRT will definitely be looking for him, though, and a body on the ground without a statement from him might give the PRT more room to "aggressively" recruit him.
[][POWER] Utilize PSYCHOPOMP to create, modify, or break apart powers.
-[] Add a KEYWORD to [existing power]
-[] Add motes to [existing power]
-[] Break apart [existing power] and reclaim all motes and keywords (requires at least eight hours of rest).
POWER PANEL
CURRENT MOTES 5
eta: I'm going to be out of town tomorrow so have an extra long vote period, I'll start writing Tuesday morning
This cape was going to die tonight.
Casey strode forward, small drips of blood falling from where the cuffs still dig into his wrists. His flesh regenerated and broke on the steel again and again, the strange ichor his blood had become eating away at the cuff. He expected it would fall apart on its own soon enough.
The fuckers didn't even do this right. Who cuffs a person that tight? Unless they're into it, I guess, he mused.
The first person to see him is a younger man, perhaps a year or two older than Casey, and in other circumstances he might try his luck. These are not those circumstances. Casey grabs the young man and lifts him over his head. One of the women finally notices him and simply stares for a moment. Casey muses that it must be the sight, his diminutive form lifting a man that is nearly six feet tall.
He throws the man into the group and wades in. Few of the group actually attempt anything, at least those of them sober enough to notice what's happening. He bodily throws them around, and when one large man pulls a knife, Casey simply lets it enter him. The stabber screams in pain as some of the strange ichor splashes onto him and ignites a small fire. Casey grabs him and rips the shirt from the stabber's body, smothering the flame before it can spread.
The stab itself had already healed, the flesh around it shifting oh so slightly to be more resistant to future stabbings. It isn't much, but it's something, and Casey is thankful for it. Before the morale of the group can break, there's a shout.
"The FUCK do you fucknuggets think you're doing? Let me handle this cockswallower," the unknown cape yelled. The man holds his hands up and a glowing gradient appears on the ground, going from purple to blue. Those on the blue side found themselves pulled gently to the end of it, whereas those on the purple were pulled with more force, putting them to the back of the crowd.
"Now watch while I teach this cumgargler what happens to trash that messes with the MERCHANTS!" the cape screams again. His teeth are badly darkened and jagged.
Layers of purple and blue appear, his fist accelerated by it. Casey tries to react, but the cape's attack is too quick to dodge.
The first thing I'm doing is actually learn how to fight, Casey thought to himself.
The fist catches him in the chest and the unknown cape looks triumphant... only for Casey to stand unmoved.
"Fuck you!" the unknown shouts. He tries the same attack again, to the same result. Casey finally takes action and strikes the cape across the face.
There is a crack of flesh meeting flesh followed by the crack of bone breaking. The other cape is on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth. He tries to say something but his jaw isn't moving quite right. Casey steps forward, finally deciding to end things.
He thinks he should feel something, here. Some sort of regret, or even a hot blooded rage, perhaps even a sense of satisfaction. He doesn't, except for a small bit of excitement. He had a power, a strong power he thought, and he was going to give it a chance to feed.
Adam was going to get out this shitty city, away from it all. He was tired of being looked down on. It was like a puzzle...
It won't be long before the police and PRT show up. Casey has a pretty ironclad reason for his actions, and the fact it was during a "trigger event" means he won't face legal consequences. Still, he has to decide if he wants to stick around or not.
[] Stick around. The police and PRT will be aware you are a parahuman, and that Casey killed Skidmark. He will be pressured into joining the Protectorate (once they realize he's actually eighteen), and he may choose to join or not. He will not face legal consequences due to a combination of extenuating circumstances and a desire to keep a potentially powerful cape on the side of angels.
[] Leave. Casey is confident the police will quickly free the hostages and get them appropriate medical treatment. He, on the other hand, has no desire to stick around and have his identity blown. The police and PRT will definitely be looking for him, though, and a body on the ground without a statement from him might give the PRT more room to "aggressively" recruit him.
[][POWER] Utilize PSYCHOPOMP to create, modify, or break apart powers.
-[] Add a KEYWORD to [existing power]
-[] Add motes to [existing power]
-[] Break apart [existing power] and reclaim all motes and keywords (requires at least eight hours of rest).
POWER PANEL
CURRENT MOTES 5
STRIKER, CRAFT, SHAKER, MOVER, INERTIA, FIELD, ACCELERATE
PSYCHOPOMP (Rank 12)(Trump): Harvest KEYWORDS and motes from dying capes. Use them to create powers. Gain a minor Thinker power to identify capes.
PHOENIX(Rank 5)(Trump/Brute/Changer)(BRUTE, TRUMP, CHANGER, FLESH, REGEN, FIRE, CONTROL) Burn to ash and rise again, stronger than before. Casey regenerates damage taken, the more damage taken the more rapidly they regenerate. As they regenerate, they shade "feathers" of flame, which they have moderate control over. They grow stronger the more times they regenerate, generating virtual "motes" which may improve PHOENIX by up to three ranks. (10 motes)
PHOENIX(Rank 5)(Trump/Brute/Changer)(BRUTE, TRUMP, CHANGER, FLESH, REGEN, FIRE, CONTROL) Burn to ash and rise again, stronger than before. Casey regenerates damage taken, the more damage taken the more rapidly they regenerate. As they regenerate, they shade "feathers" of flame, which they have moderate control over. They grow stronger the more times they regenerate, generating virtual "motes" which may improve PHOENIX by up to three ranks. (10 motes)
eta: I'm going to be out of town tomorrow so have an extra long vote period, I'll start writing Tuesday morning
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