Go ahead, then!
Everyone can roll and reroll if they want.
Same goes for RP.
I'm just happy people are taking the time to post here.
Edit: I'm gonna REEEEEEEEEroll.
The ability to gain powers based on beliefs. Sub-power of Faithifery and Indomitable Belief. Variation of Power Acquirement. Use can obtain any power simply by believing that they have it. For example, if the user believes they can fly, they will develop the Flight. As long as they believe it...
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So I believe I can fly: The Power...
The ability to be a master of dealing with paranormal/supernatural creatures and situations, either innately or through training. Variation of Intuitive Aptitude and Preternatural Studies Mastery. Paranormal Expertise/Intuition/Investigation/Proficiency Supernatural...
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...with enough knowledge to make full use of it...
The power to generate enormous amounts of energy to crush, damage and/or manipulate anything/everything in the surrounding areas. Sub-power of Aura Generation and Energy Aura. Technique of Energy Manipulation/Energy Generation . Aura/Energy Pressure Crushing/Cutting Energy Conqueror/Haoshoku...
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...and I can just say "Fuck everybody in a certain range" and back it up.
I'm the Paranormal Expert that the Detective contacts everytime there's a crime with something off about it.
And we're chasing a serial killer who:
The power to harness the power and abilities of a beast living inside of the user. Variation of Inner Being. Personal Beast The user can harness the power of their inner beast; an innate creature that lies within them that grants them great power, strength and ferocity. This allows them to use...
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...shares his body with a terrible beast...
The power to walk with control and precision, speed and balance. Sub-power of Enhanced Mobility. Advanced/Augmented/Heightened/Increased/Inhuman Walking Near/Nigh/Semi-Supernatural Walking The user can walk on any surface, (including air, water, walls/ceilings, etc.) effortlessly and with...
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...who let's them move in any way, any direction...
The power to utilize fire in combat. Technique of Fire Manipulation and Fire Generation. Variation of Elemental Combat. Fire/Flame Combat Fire/Flame-Enhanced Combat Fire/Flame Martial Arts/Physical Combat Kasaijutsu Users are able to infuse fire into combat, whether it be unleashing waves of...
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...and torch everything in a fight.
Yeah, I can see how dangerous this bastard would be.
Gonna make an snippet with Norman, here.
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I pull my car to the front of the mansion, as I take the last drag of my cigarette before getting out of the car. Taking a quick look at my surroundings to get my bearings back, I start walking towards the main entrance in the fence that surrounds the property, sure that there's nothing dangerous in the area. After all,
you would inevitably sense it (Your mind opens for a second
, as you direct a
look at the mansion and it's surroundings, noting the passive aura of
something that seems to envelop the building. It's not clinging to anyone present in the area, so it should be safe)
Walking through the circle of bystanders, worried neighbors and reporters that surrounds the area, you finaly reach the door. The police officers set in the perimeter, as always, try to stop you, but a quick show of my papers and a mention of Reeves, and in short they let me in, at the sound of outraged protests from the reporters, which grows dimmer as you reach the epicenter of the crime scene.
A point of organized chaos greets me as I approach the area, with police officers and the few reporters that managed to enter questioning the "accomplice" which looks scared and confused, gathering and searching for clues, and in general too busy with something or other to be of any help. Thankfully,
You are absolutely certain of the location of your employer (You feel your mind clear, as the luminicent silouette of a short, broad shouldered man appears in the side of a table a few meters at your right, gesturing and probably discussing the case with some policeman or other).
You start walking in the direction of the table, looking at the still nacent sun as you review the specifics of the case in your mind.
This monday, at 5:00 AM, one of the neighbors had reported a great amount of noise, sounding suspiciosly like explosions, coming from Mr. Darrman's mansion, as great gouts of flame came pouring from some of the windows, and great holes formed on most walls in the lower levels, which Ms. Daniel reported as sounding "Like a battle was taking place on the inside of his house!"
The Emergency Services had responded accordingly, but they had to wait until the fire had stopped raging to be able to interfere in the disaster.
The firemen, after battling the fire at the best of their abilities, had come inside the house to find multiple members of the Darmann family with 3rd grade burns on most of their limbs and at least 6 charred corpses, 2 of which had been identified as Mr. and Mrs. Darmann, who had their bodies almost copletely calcinated.
You can't contain the grimance forming on your lips as you look at the destroyed home, where the firemen were still doing the best they could to contain the fire and rescue the servants and security corps still trapped inside the mansion.
5th time,
in a single week, at 6:00 AM. You
need to catch whatever (or whoever) was causing so much caos, otherwise you would collapse out of exhaustion. Although...
Now that you think about it, it's fine,
you definetly aren't tired, nor need sleep to function (You grin and straighten a little, as you feel the weariness in your body dissipate like it was never there)
Finally you reach the table were Reeves is explining something to his fellows, who are dismissed with a wave of a hand as he catches sight of you.
"You certainly took your sweet time, Normie. What, had to finish your breakfast and kiss all your familiars goodbye? or maybe a relic got your eye before I called you." He grumbles as he closes the distance between you, raising an expecting hand.
You throw him your best winning smile (to which he answers by pinning you with a flat look) as you give him a firm shake "While Cherrylee certainly wasn't happy I had to go, she didn't stop me from coming. You know I wouldn't be here if she didn't want me to be." Reeves snorts loudly as you say that, and turns around to go back to the table where the clues are ubicated... "And yes, as it so happens, I had an excellent breaskfast, which me, being the excellent friend that I am, brough some of it for you." ...before stopping dead in his tracks.
"What kind of bribery did you bring?" comes the carefully blank voice of the detective, as he turns around and throws you an poorly hidden expectant look. You grin, and reach towards the space beetween your jacket and your shirt, as you feel the texture of paper in your hands, removing the big bag that you saved this morning in your
Hammerspace. (the riff is still there, and it didn't even become unstable when you stopped paying attention)
"A thermos full of Cherrylee's Coffee and a few bagels, alongside a little extra that I thought you would appreciate, all of it still warm" you answer as you hand over the bag, getting an appreciative nod from the grim detective (and doesn't that makes you feel nice) as you walk side by side towards the Clue Table.
"Still confused how the hell you fit that much inside your jacket" he comments as sounds of paper being moved around signals your bag being opened. "Magic" you answer with all the certainty of a great philosopher, which again gets you some unsatisfied grunting. "I will find out some day" he says simply and you don't doubt him for a second he will.(...you're not sure how he will react)
"So, how bad is it?" you ask, and just like that, you can see any levity in his face disappearing like smoke in the wind.
"Anything useful was swallowed by the fire, there's a lot of burn marks that would only appear if the place was torched by a flamethrower, anything that's not burned has been crushed or slashed by something big, you know, the usual bullcrap that keeps everyone awake, coming from some psycho with unnatural abilities." He grunts as he bites one of the bagels by half, quickly chewing and washing it down with a swig of the termos, "The only thing especial about this one is how it
feels, weirdly enoug. Even the guys that haven't had contact with the supernatural say that there's something
off about the place," he finishes the rest of the bagel as he pulls a strawberry, (he stares at it for a second, before smiling slightly) tossing it to his mouth, and eating it quickly "in my personal opinion, had this been my first case, I wouldn't have been so dumbfounded when
you decided to show your face" he says with an air of finality as you both reach the clues.
You hum noncommitaly, paying close atention to the objects marked with numbers in the surface of the table. A tug of fur, (that if it's anything like the one found in the docks, it's going to show a garbled mess of a DNA sample, that shouldn't be possible to exist) A gun with a slash crossing the barrel (a desperate attemp to defend the household, surely from one of the guards) a few teeth (impossibly big) and many other assorted objects, that don't follow any kind of theme, unless one knows about the Otherside.
"The official statement you made the other day still holds, that about this being an cult attack, which seemed to prioritize the act of arson and destruction more that the murder of the people in the area" he says as you check that, yes, none of these objects hold even a trace of magic in their composition ( and if they did, by now it's long gone) "it works to keep people somewhat calm, as they only have to keep watch for anyone covered in fur and armed with any kind of incendiary weapons...".He sighs a he slumps on his arms a little "but I don't need to clarify how much water that holds for the both of us, do I?" Looking up from the table, he asks"...did you find anything on your patrols?"
You shake your head with a grim look in your face "Nothing clear or specific. Buildings where it looks like something big made a den, abandoned a day after being discovered. Animals from the closest farm, dissapearing only to reapear a few days later, torn apart and lacking big pieces of the bodies and most of their entrails. Dissapearing people that no one sees again. And the only vigilante that I've heard had contact with creature..."
"In an hospital bed, lacking legs, an arm, and in a coma" he finishes in such a
tired tone of voice you feel your heart clench "...funnily enough, I was thinking of doing my own nightly patrols, but with the way the department has everyone in the station on high alert, it would only cause troubles for me and the investigation" he slumps into his elbows, resting his head in his arms.
"Can't search for him, can't hunt him down, can't make him reveal itself" the downtrodden voice of your friend says, "we only can react to every single hit, and hope this time the bodycount is lower ".
You squeeze his shoulder in silent support, as he straightens "But this time it may be different" the steel behind his voice makes a smile break out on your face, "this time, he left something you can actually follow, right?" he looks for confirmation at your face.
You nod, letting a grin show in your face "Yes, and it is quite strong. It may take some time, but it seems we are looking at the end of the Fox" you nod, as you start walking towards the main doors of the mansion, Reeves following closely behind.
Yes, this time,
It would be different.
You swear it.
(Just so you know, I will put threadmarks in any story, as long as is longer than 500 words)
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