Winner: Luck
Number of voters: 11
OOC: This was a hotly contested one. I really appreciate the discussion brought to the front on this vote. I'll do my very best to keep this power interesting and something you can actively use instead of simply being a purely passive ability. Moving on! This vote is going to be left up until I wake up 8-10 hours from now.
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The metallic elevator doors hush open and you're painfully aware of the sound your shoes make on the white-glazed concrete of the third floor hallway. With as many students as are filtering into the dorms, you expected the halls to be much more noisy, or at least full of life. You've seen movies, aren't people supposed to be hanging from the light fixtures and beer-bonging in the doorways or something? Then again, you
are the first class at the Academy, and the other colleges you toured were much more… sedate than Hollywood comedies led you to believe.
You finally arrive at your dorm; 3-F. The foyer door zips open and you step through, taking a deep breath before inserting your keycard into the slot. The light above the dormitory door glows blue as the door in front of you opens and the one behind zips closed. Before you is a fairly large room with a light hardwood floors, white walls, a white sectional couch, and a few potted plants. Behind it, you can see a dimly-lit kitchenette in dark colors and steel, and you assume the door next to that leads to one of the bathrooms. A hallway entrance is on either side of the room. Seated on the sectional and chatting is a young man with a bright pink lazyhawk, dressed somewhere between Morpheus from the Matrix and a young Johnny Rotten with a certain ironic indie flair. He smiles at you from behind tinted glasses and stands up.
"Well, here's our fifth!" He extends his hand to you, "Quentin Quire. Or Kid Omega. I'll let you guess which one is my code name. I'm a mind-reader, and a very good one. It's literally taking all of my restraint not to go poking around in all your brains, but Tony
did make a big deal about trust, didn't he?"
Something irks you about the way he calls Mr. Stark "Tony" so casually, but you're not fully sure why. You have little time to ruminate on it. He puts an arm on your shoulders and gestures to the couch. There's a blonde guy with sparkling blue eyes and the kind of face that epitomizes the 'boy next door'; existing in that perfect space between rugged and cute where a five o'clock shadow could turn him from a young man into a
man. An open, button-down blue dress shirt with a white tank underneath and black slacks suggest the image of a model, but the woven hemp-and-bead bracelets and necklace suggest perhaps he's just dressed up for orientation.
"This Teen Vogue coverboy over here is Speedball."
"Robbie Baldwin," he flashes a peace sign… or maybe a V for Victory. Does it
really matter? "I go fast, hit pretty hard, I'm hard to hurt, and uh… … these things." He points to the multicolored, transparent bubbles floating around him like a living Snapchat filter. "I'm not 100% sure what they do," he muses, "but I like them."
"I like them, too!" giggles the curly-haired brunette next to him, poking at them as though they might pop. Her eyes are dark, but sparkle with joy. Her smile is contagious. She's sitting cross-legged on the couch, with what are presumably
her flip flops on the floor in front of her. In contrast to Robbie, she's wearing pajama pants with cartoon cats all over them, a gray hoodie, and a red Phillip J. Coulson Memorial Academy T-shirt. Where did she even get that? Are they selling those somewhere? You kind of want one… "I'm Kitty Pryde," she offers, "or Shadowcat. Because I can phase through stuff and become intangible, like a shadow!"
"Oh!" She demonstrates this by thrusting her arm through Speedball, who exclaims with mild shock before calming into a smile. "It's… kinda warm." She retracts her arm, and he pats the area where it just was. "Tingly…"
"Also, my name is Kitty. So, like,
cat."
The woman next to her raises a hand with a small wave. She has a warm smile and piercing, gentle eyes. Her entire body also appears to be made of a shiny, mineral substance. This is contrasted by her clothing, which exudes a low-key goth/punk air; a soft, black cami dress over ripped stockings, chunky boots, a wide, white belt and a black, glittery hoodie. Her body shines much more than the glitter of the hoodie, though, as the colors of Speedball's bubbles reflect off the different facets of her form.
"I'm Bling!"
"Bling?" you ask, unsure if you heard her correctly.
"No, no. Bling! With an exclamation point. Like, every time you say it you gotta sound excited to see me." Quentin puts his fingertips to the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, prompting Bling to glare at him. "Don't you look at me like that! Your name is Kid Omega and you're an adult just like the rest of us!"
"Oh,
come on." He crosses his arms, sneering. "Billy the Kid was twenty-one. Kid Cudi is thirty-four! Shawn Michaels
still goes by The Heartbreak Kid and he's in his fifties!
It sounds cool."
"So does Bling! Step off my gimmick." She rolls her eyes and turns to face back to you. "You can call me Roxy. Roxanne Washington is my real name." There's a hesitation after that and she eyes you warily, but apparently her concerns pass and the room is quiet again.
Realizing you're the only person who hasn't introduced themselves, you speak up.
"I'm…"
Choose Your Identity...
[ ] "Fate", Felix Park, ♂
[ ] "Fortune", Vilina Laghari, ♀
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[ ] "Twist", Angel Espinosa, ♂
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