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    Thread created on 15:26:51 - 19/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    The oldest stories known to mankind are stories of heroes. Gilgamesh saving the world from utter destruction by flood by building a boat. Arthur and the knights of the round table. Heracles. Hercules. Romulus and Remus. The list goes on and on throughout time, up through the current day. However, the deepest stories are rooted in truth. A wellspring of sorts is where these heroes spring from, their powers and prowess a gift. However, with every gift comes a curse. Hercules had his strength, but killed his family. Arthur had his sword, but watched as his friends and children died around him. So it would be best said that a true hero is both a blessing... and a curse.

    Western Medicine and Science is one of the hallmarks of a Western civilization, putting it in stark contrast to much of the mysticism and herbalism associated with the East. However, the West was at an utter loss as they started to realize an uptick of incredible humans in their society. Smarter than others, faster than others, stronger than others, and with gifts that many would call superhuman. It was just as likely that this uptick would appear in other countries as well. More extreme countries. More radical countries. Enemy countries. A single saving grace and relief was that, for the degree of each power, there was some sort of drawback to it. In fact, as scientists studied it, it became apparent that the stronger the blessing, the stronger the curse. As such, the West utilized a new system called the BC system.

    Tier 1: Miracles - These are 1/1,000,000,000 in most populations. Called Miracles because they are rare and their powers are on par with that attributed to gods. Powers include omniscience, immortality, chronokineses/time travel, gravity manipulation, mind control, teleportation, intangibility. Those with these powers are immediately taken into the BC system as soon as powers are recognized.

    Tier 2: Phenomenons- These are are a little more common, about 1/100,000,000. These make up a majority of the B.C. top brass, so to speak. A list of common Blessings includes telepathy, regeneration, invulnerability, fragnokines (being able to create/control explosions), telekinesis, magnetism, shapeshifting, super speed. These are also taken into the BC system as soon as powers are realized.

    Tier 3: Marvel - About 1/5,000,000. Much more common, and each major city statistically has a one or two of these. Powers include tecnopathy hardening, aerokinesis (air control), hydrokinesis, electrokinesis, pyrokinesis, cyrokinesis, force field, super strength, flight, invisibility, heat vision, and size changing. They fall right in the middle and are actually the preferred recruits for the BC system because, even though their powers are lower ranking that Miracles and Phenomenons, the curses related to the powers are much more manageable and usable for field operations. Marvels are the highest tier that are not immediately recruited into the BC system. Many apply, but there are some who prefer to live lives as cultural icons such as sports heroes, Nobel prize winners, world leaders, and the like.

    Tier 4: Wonders - The lowest tier of the BC system and appearing in about 1/1,000,000, though as time passes these powers become more prevalent as those with powers marry and, oftentimes, have children with powers. Powers include Elasitisty, super jump, cloning, wall climbing, agility, and talking to animals. Many of these choose to live a simple life and do local good. While they are kept on record by the BC system, they are not often recruited and have to do a lot of training before they could even be accepted as desk agents, let alone field agents.


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    The year is 2044 and you have been contacted by the BC system, a formal recognition of the powers you have, until now, known you have had. Will you choose the path of a hero, saving others from natural calamities, disasters, war, and the like? Will you choose to use your powers for personal gain or to destroy the system, perhaps pursue a new world order? The choice is yours. Fill out a character sheet below with some basic details.

    Name:
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    Age:
    Blessing (your power/gift)
    Curse (some sort of drawback on par with the type and breadth of your power tier):
    Basic Backstory:

    Note: I may tell you that your curse is not severe enough for your power, or if you'd like I can assign a "curse" to go along with a desired power. Basically, I just don't want people running around with god-level powers but with curses like "is allergic to avocados."

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    Posted on 15:27:20 - 19/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Alysia Carson
    Appearance: 5'6", shoulder-length dark black hair, honey colored skin. Typical outfit is a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved t-shirt or hoodie.
    Age: 18
    Blessing: The power of regeneration. Alysia is just shy of immortal, having survived a handful of fatal incidents. She was tentatively ranked as a Phenomenon when taken into the BC system.
    Curse: Though Alysia can regenerate organs, limbs, nerve endings, and more, she acutely feels the cumulative pain of the injuries being healed. When regenerating a broken limb, she feels the bone being stitched together, torn muscles knitting back together, and more. Likewise, she has no control over her regeneration, and even if she wanted an injury to heal naturally, it heals at the same accelerated rate.
    Backstory: Alysia lived on one of the coral Atolls in the Marshall Islands, fishing and boating with her mother and father. At the age of 14 she was fishing with her father when a sudden squall wrecked their ship. One of the slacklines snapped and, with the force of the whipping rope, hacked half of Alysia's arm clean off. Alysia's father piloted the pair back towards the Atoll, and those who docked their ships before the storm helped Alysia’s father get his ship beached. When Alysia's father, and others, came to pick her up and get her medical attention, they were shocked to see Alysia in the fetal position, both arms hugging her knees. A few feet away was an identical arm, lying severed on deck of the ship. One of the other's quickly reported this to the BC, and they came to examine her. They quickly concluded she could indeed regenerate, and took her to the main BC facility for training. Over time they learned that, with her injuries, she experienced all the pain at once. She would black out when her body instantly healed a broken bone. So the BC system worked to increase her pain tolerance so that she could live a more normal life. She is now on the eve of her graduation and is formally able to become a BC Agent.

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    Alysia smacked the alarm clock as it beeped, signaling another dull day. More classes, more training, then some chill time for TV, some drawing, maybe a bit of homework before-

    Alysia shot up out of bed suddenly. Wait a minute! It's today! I graduate! Screw coursework and trainings! We have a ceremony and then a banquet! Alysia slammed her foot against her bedpost as she rushed to get up but hardly felt it. After all, what was a stubbed toe compared to regenerating limbs. She threw on the gown she had been given a few days previously, before groaning at herself and taking it off again. Shower, Deodorant... Mom's necklace. She thought as she quickly showered, prepared herself, and threw the gown on again. She felt like she was late, but she knew she was still 10 minutes early. She rushed to line up with the other dozen or so boys and girls who had been adopted into the BC program because of their abilities. They didn't spend a ton of time together, especially since they all treated their powers like medical information. Nobody knew unless they wanted to share. And Alysia didn't want to share.

    "Line up, please. Alphabetically by first name, if you will. Thank you." Called one of their teachers. Actually, their only teacher. They called him "The Thinker" because he knew... well.. it seemed like he knew everything. He had instantaneous recall of all facts, all historical events ever written (some unwritten too it seemed,) and more. However, Alysia didn't wish for his power, because even though he knew all the facts in the world, he came without emotional knowledge. He didn't feel love, compassion, hatred, trust... anything. Even now he stood by the stage with a face like a blank canvas. Sure, he knew scientifically what a smile was, the specific muscles and nerves that made you smile and scientifically why we did it... but he'd never had the experience himself. Because nothing caused him to smile.

    Alysia lined up near the back. Some of the boys were quite tall, and handsome for that matter, so she got pushed to the back. The Thinker walked in front of them and spoke in the same monotone expression Alysia had heard for years.

    "I offer you congratulations on your graduation. From here, many of you will be drafted into BC to put your Blessings to use. In exchange, we at BC will continue to offer support for the severe Curses you experience. You don't have to work for BC for your whole lives, though you may choose to as I did. You may go on to live wonderful civilian lives after you leave BC after a few years of service. However, I wish you all the best. Though I know all that has past and a good chunk of that which is going on now, I have no vision of the future. You create that yourselves. And just as I wish to experience the emotions I see flooding through you all, I wish you all good fortune for your lives ahead." The Thinker spoke, before a half-dozen or so of the student's other trainers and assistants came forward. The Thinker proceeded to call them each up, hand them a diploma, and shake their hand. Once they all finished, they threw their caps in the air like they saw on TV.

    Alysia returned to her dorm to finish her last packing of things. They were being moved from student housing to Agent dorms later in the day, and she didn't want to leave anything behind. She'd packed all but a spare set of clothes to change into after the ceremony, and a few last tidbits on her window. She folded the notes, toys, and letters from home and tucked them in a travel bag, before flinging it over her shoulder.

    "Well, now it begins! My life as a... Phenomenon!" She whooped as she walked out the door and followed the others towards the exit, where a bus waited.
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    Posted on 18:18:59 - 19/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Delilah Robertson 



    Appearance: 5'7, pale with dirty blonde hair that seems to appear tousled no matter how hard she tries to tame it. Green eyes often accompanied by a warm smile. She radiates well being, a natural part of her blessing. She spends a great deal of time outside in the greenhouse helping her parents, so will usually be found wearing comfortable blue jeans and a worn t-shirt, usually depicting the name of a band or some anime figure.

    Age: 17

    Blessing: Life Energy Manipulation - She has the ability to heal plants, animals and people in the immediate area.

    Curse: She either needs to use her own life force to power her healing ability, or draw it from plants, animals or other people nearby. She is unused to her powers - when she gets too upset or even too happy, she can lose control of them.

    Basic Backstory: Delilah had always had an extraordinary green thumb. Tending to the plants of the greenhouse her mother and father owned and operated together was something she was born into. That the plants flourished under their care was nothing unusual - the whole family were gifted gardeners was what all the locals would say. No one had better produce within 100 miles.

    Delilah's father had been working at the far end of the greenhouse that day when he cried out suddenly and fell, clutching at his chest with one hand, his face a mask of pain. Both she and her mother rushed to his side - Delilah got there first. She knelt down where he had fallen amid the tomatoes and patted his arm, lightly at first, then harder as he didn't respond. "Dad? Daddy?"

    "Oh my god," her mother said, stricken - her hand went to her mouth and she turned and rushed back to the house. "It's his heart. Stay with him, I'm going to call 911!"

    Delilah looked up as her mom ran off, then looked back to her dad. She couldn't feel a pulse. He felt dead under her hands. "I don't know CPR!" she cried as tears fell on his chest. She tried to lift him into her lap but he was too heavy - she felt so powerless! Her love for him felt overwhelming as she suddenly realized she might actually lose him.

    Her hands grew warm where they lay on his shoulder and a soft golden light began to flow from them. At the same time, a sudden blight hit the tomatoes. They shriveled on the vine in a growing circle around where she now sat bent over her father, eyes closed, crying and wishing with all her might that he would be okay.

    "Del?" came his rough voice.

    She opened her eyes in shocked surprise and looked down into her dad's haggard face with a happy smile. "Dad!"
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    Posted on 18:33:19 - 19/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Zach Ochoa
    Appearance: 6'0", short stubble of dark hair and a light beard just around his mouth. Flecks of red pop throughout his beard. Typically wears the same outfit everyday to work, which is the standard issue agent blazer, shirt, and cargo-joggers. He keeps a sidearm holstered on his waist at all times, save when he's confined to the desk.
    Age: 22
    Blessing: Heightened Agility. He can uncannily dodge things thrown or shot at him, has impeccable hand-eye coordination, and excels at foot pursuits and chases. Basically a parkourist's dream.
    Curse: His body processes things at a heightened pace, meaning he has to eat more calories to stay fit. As such he is perpetually snacking and has a lithe frame, despite the eating.
    Backstory: It's easy to miss the small-guys. When people have the power to destroy buildings, stop avalanche's with their mind, and more, it's hard for a guy who can run, jump, and dodge quickly to make a name for himself. Despite his power being considered as a standard Wonder, he pursued becoming a BC agent. Mostly for the fame. However, he learned that he had a long way to go if he wanted to be famous. With more strikes on his record than commendations, he had been assigned to partner up with one of the newcomers, despite being an agent for 2 years now.

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    "Ochoa, are you even listening? I'm serious. This is the bottom of the barrel, it doesn't get any lower than this. If you make one more nuisance of yourself, one more mistake, you're out of here. I can't help you anymore." Reuben said, closing Zach's personnel folder and pushing it away from himself. "I got you one more chance, one more opportunity to make something of yourself. Just like you wanted. We have a new batch of agents coming in from the school and I got you paired with one of them."

    At this, Zach looked up, a frown on his face. "One of the kids, no. No, no, no. Reuben, please-"

    "Don't 'Reuben please' me man. I did this because I owe you one. And I've paid that one twice over. It was this or a discharge. So you can either pack your boxes or you can find.... Alysia Carson and teach her to be a somewhat respectable BC agent." Reuben said, looking at his clipboard. He handed Zach a paper.

    "She's settling in but should be coming to the office in about an hour. Show her around, make her feel welcome, and take her on your beat with you."

    "Fine." Zach grumbled as he took the paper and headed back to his desk. Stuck with some kid.... I bet if I was the chick who could grow to 50ft tall, I wouldn't be stuck with some rook. Zach got back to his desk and pulled out a granola bar, which he gnawed on while he flipped through his reports. Ahh... a curse bearer robbing a string of shops downtown. That should be an easy snag he thought as he looked over one specific case.

    When it came to public image, BC projected themselves and their agents as Blessing bearers. The nature that blessing and curse were intertwined wasn't quite public knowledge yet. So, heroes and those working for BC were labeled as Blessing Bearers and those who used their gifts for evil were labeled as Curse bearers. Curse bearers were usually those with low-tier abilities who opted for crime rather than heroics or a normal life. And while Phenomenons, Miracles, and a good deal of Marvels worked on natural disasters and world-peace projects, Wonder Agents like Zach chased down 3rd class villains. It wasn't glamourous but it paid.

    "Now, let's find that kid." Ochoa said as he threw the wrapper out and headed for the door.

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    Posted on 20:06:35 - 19/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Tasiro Katini
    Nationality: Japanese
    Appearance: Black hair tied into a pony tail / Purple contact lenses / Normally
    seen wearing formal wear or armoured outfits. Always has the 2007 ear piece on.

    Age:
    22
    Blessing:
    Iron skin - Unable to be harmed by standard weapons
    and sharp objects.
    Curse: Gains a higher density meaning its difficult for her to swim or
    run when the power is active.

    Backstory:
    she realized she had the "iron skin" ability at the age of 12 when
    her and a few of her friends were playing basketball. the ball bounced off her
    but the sound it made left a metallic ping as it hit her back. The doctor was the
    one who told her & her parents that she was basically untouchable to blunt
    and sharp force trauma or some light weapons fire.

    Fast forward to her late teens, she graduated with distinction merits in her
    special forces classes and then was selected by a CEO to be a personal bodygaurd.
    To this day she still works for the company and is the first person they call on when they
    need things to get done.

    Villain / Hero: Both.
    She has done some brilliant things
    in her past but some of her actions
    are questionable. she is seen as a hero
    to many. but there are some who question
    her methods.

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    {Translated from Japanese {written normally. i just wanted to
    write this where she's in japan. yk. adds to the story... etcetera}}

    "sir as your head of security i'm saying you are taking a
    big risk doing this deal tonight... i mean please forgive
    me but... we're scrambling to~"

    Tao Looked at him courteously. She was in the presence of
    the future for the country... the CEO of the biggest mili-tech
    corp in japan.

    "i know... i know... but think about your training...
    you should be able to handle this... okay? good"
    He rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment
    then walked off.
    "You got this... i trust you!"

    {If i need to make edits by request of wood. i will do when i'm
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    Posted on 01:33:52 - 20/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    "Right, let's call this meeting to order" *Said a wiry upper middle aged man. He had the look of a man who was overly concerned with his health. He wore a sleek black suit with a small brass nametag that said Sr. Agent Willard. His voice carried an assortative raspyness that spoke to a life spent doing, rather than thinking. * 

    "This is the Bi-monthly meeting of the Operation Boozehound ethic board, let's get right into-" *This was interrupted by a polite cough, and a fragile sounding voice from an older woman in a shimmering robe.*

    "This is the Strange Utilization, Operation, and Preservation Ethics meeting, Agent. "

    "Thank you for that, Advisor Danaan." *Willard said with gritted teeth to the spiritual advisor that was his constant nemesis.* "But that being the official name does not change the fact that I am the one that actually works with the man, and both he and I prefer Operation Boozehound."

    "I feel there are many things he would prefer that we cann-" *The advisor was cut off not by Agent Willard, but by another of the crowd of ten assorted souls that made up the ethics committee, who politely reminded both of them that this was a twenty minute meeting, and lunch was right after it. The ethics committee was a rotating group of high ranking agents, administrators, and supers who met frequently to figure out if the BC system were actually the good guys or not, and to figure out how to fix it if they were not. Strange had been brought up enough at these meetings to dedicate a small timeslot to him regularly. *

    "Right, you are right." *Agent Willard said.* "Well, we've got some new faces here so if you could all flip through your folders and I'll hit the high points. Master Will Strange, henceforth after Strange, has been in our care for the last six years. He was taken in to our program at the age of 22 following urging from local police forces, hospital staff, myself, and Advisor Danaan. He straddles the line between a tier two and a tier three due to his abilities, his burden, and a few personality flaws. " *At this point, one of the board members spoke up.* "Is this, well, rap sheet in the folder accurate? This is very extensive. "

    *Advisor danaan shook her head.* "It is greatly abridged. There few something like a hundred drunk and disorderlies, and it took up too much space in the folder. "

    *Willard nodded* "The list of hospital stays is also abridged, though it still perseveres the gradual escalation which we observed. But back on topic. Strange is of great use to the program for a few simple reasons. The first is that he is a relatively gullible man. Not stupid, but quick to take things for truth. The second is that once you understand his patterns he is easy to control. The third is that he is certainly within the top five greatest martial artists alive, possibly that have ever lived. This is further augmented by his reflexes, strength, and dexterity, which at times are difficult to understand let alone measure. "

    "So what's the catch? Being a doofus hardly matches up with that skillset." *Asked a new board member as they leafed through photos of a marginally handsome, ethnically indistinct man doing some truly excessive things. Willard took no offense at this judgement, and answered plainly. *

    "Strange is a non-functional alcoholic. He cannot care for himself sufficiently to be allowed to live alone. He seems incapable of resisting the bottle in all but the most extreme cases of internal duress. Furthermore, when sober he is racked by withdrawals, extreme hangover symptoms, and various mental problems. Additionally, his powers only manifest in any meaningful way in relation to how drunk he is. When he is sober our testing has shown him to be a below average novice. Before we took him in he was well on his way to killing himself, and had caused numerous injuries amongst the citizenry. "

    "And that, is Agent Willard's justification for why we keep him as a prisoner. " *Danaan said coyly. Admittedly in quite a gilded cage, but a captive nonetheless. "

    "And that is why we have these meetings, because Danaan is ever insistent that the exorbitant amount of money we already spend on him is insufficient, despite him being happy enough. " *Willard countered.*

    "Well, what does he think about the situation?" *Asked one of the board members. Willard and Danaan let out small sighs as Danaan produced a piece of paper. *

    "I met with the young man this morning, and his requests were as follows. More booze, less asking how he is feeling. " *She then folded the paper and passed it around for others to review. * "The simple fact is that Strange is not a good source for information on how Strange is doing. His responses have been along those lines for over a year now. His house mates suggest he is currently in fair state of mind and health. "

    "Wait, this guy lives with people?" *Asked a board member incredulously. Willard nodded in response, and explained. * "So Strange's service here has had three phases, the first was containment. The second was utilization, and now we are in stage three, preservation. Strange alone and entirely to his own devices is...unhealthy. So we arrived at a solution. He lives at the martial arts dojo on our campus here in a secured apartment in the basement. Several other of our hand to hand based agents live there in other apartments, and a housekeeper keeps the place running. It turns out he is not a terrible teacher, and his mastery of technique is inarguable"

    "This all does sound very expensive. " *On the of the other board members grumbled. Danaan and Willard looked at each other. * "Well" *Willard began* "We deploy him several times and year into situations that would otherwise have high casualties, and he generally achieves objectives. Furthermore, there is the risk of what would happen if an organization without an ethics board got there hands on him."

    *The board member nodded as he looked at a photo of Strange apparently in the act of bodily hurling a gorilla covered in mystic runes. * "Is this a real photo?" *He asked, and Willard responded with* "I took it, yes. From a helicopter, mind you."

    *The rest of the meeting went about as they all did. The board came to the conclusion that Strange's situation was unfortunate but that there were not currently any better solutions for his variety of problems. He would remain in the custody of the BC organization with his pay placed in a trust fund for if he situation improved, and the current expenditures to keep him in relative comfort would be maintained. Danaan and Willard looked at each other awkwardly in the meeting room after the others had filed out for lunch. Danaan offered up a half hearted question. * "Anything on the docket this week for our joint project?" *Willard nodded* "Yeah, we've got a developing situation, but there is no reason to let him know yet, it could still get assigned to someone else. He's still available for other efforts as well, no one has signed him out. "

    *And thus we switch our point of view to the small Dojo which was made available to agents in the employ of the organization. It was as as busy as ever, with a few people running drills or sparring. Meanwhile, someone's day was just beginning. In a tastefully furnished apartment with walls you could barely tell were padded, Strange rolled out of bed, and with great effort pulled on a pair of sweat pants. With massive bags under his eyes and a ringing headache, he half walked half crawled to the bathroom and levered himself up to the sink. There, he brushed his teeth laboriously, an choked down a pint of water. He grabbed a silk robe off a hook and draped it around his muscled frame. Truthfully, he was unassuming looking. A little handsome, a little tanned, some muscle but nothing that would attract attention, and a countenance that suggested he had the flu. He did look much older than 28, but that could be easily attributed to rough living. He staggered into the living room, and dropped into a kneel by a low table. He forcefully closed his eyes and attempted to meditate. It was no good, his head felt like a bomb had gone off between his ears. He opened his eyes again and selected an aspirin from a small dish on the table, placed carefully while he had been asleep. He chewed the pile up and swallowed it dry, unbothered by the bitterness. He closed his eyes, and returned to forcefully clearing his mind.

    A minute later, there was a knock at the door, followed by it being slid open. Strange had always attributed this to the skill of the Dojo's housekeeper, but it was actually related to several movement sensors in his rooms. Mrs. Kiryu then trundled in bearing a wooden tray. On this were placed four tallboy sized canned beers and a selection of oatcakes in honey. This was placed before him with the cheery voice of the older woman filling the space. * "Good morning master Strange, how are feeling today?"

    "Very well" *He lied in a voice that could best be described as gritty.* "Thank you for the cakes, but only four today, Madam Kiryu?" *She nodded with an air of sadness. * "Yes, administration wants to cut back some when you aren't in action. They are worried about your health, master Strange. " *It was not possible to be mad at Mrs. Kiryu, nor was Strange really inclined to anger these days to begin with. Her air was all kindness and concern. * "Could you please tell them that all pass from this world, and that we should attempt to enjoy ourselves while we are here?" *Strange said gravely, melancholy heavy in his voice. Mrs. Kiryu nodded obligingly* "I will tell them, though they have not found that argument persuasive when you have made it in the past, Master Strange. " *Strange had no memory of making it in the past, but that wasn't uncommon. His memory wasn't the best. *

    "Thank you Madam, tell the others I will try to be upstairs within the hour." *Strange said as Mrs. Kiryu gave him a small bow, existed the apartment, and slid the door closed behind her. Strange reached a shaking hand out to one of the cans and cracked it open. He raised it to his lips meaning to take a sip, but the entire contents of the can vanished down his gullet in an instant. He shrugged. He told himself that at least he had tried as he crushed the can, and reached for another. *
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    "I can't believe I get this..." Alysia gasped as she looked at the small apartment around her. It was fully furnished, with a small television, a couch, full-kitchen, and a nice cozy bedroom. She spread out the handful of keepsakes and knick knacks across the small apartment, but it was woefully small. She figured she'd have to collect some other cool mementos as time went on. She unpacked her bag quickly, handing clothes or tucking them into drawers. Finally she was done, and it was time for her to report to the office. As she left the apartment building and headed for the large offices ahead, she looked about.

    Most people within BC looked the same, wearing a generic uniform that the public had come to associate with helpfulness and protection. She'd seen precious little of the outside world since coming to this compound at 12. It was a wild trip on that plane, first to Hawaii and then settling her down on the West Coast. San Francisco was a beautiful city and Alysia hoped to see more of it given time, now that she had graduated. She approached the building and looked it over, seeing all the people walking in and out. She hadn't seen this many people...ever. BC was almost a city within a city, with the San Francisco branch having a few thousand people in the office, both with powers and without.

    Several feet away, Ochoa was scanning the crowd, looking for his new partner. He imagined that she would be a clueless little girl, wandering the grounds, looking as out of place as possible. It actually took him a moment to lock on to Alysia. Her wandering gaze indicated a newcomer, and after consulting the file description and looking once more, he decided it was her.

    "Alysia Carson?" Ochoa asked as he walked within earshot. For her part, Alysia was quick to find him and raised an eyebrow. She had been told to report to the office, but it seemed someone had come to her.

    "Yes? And you are?" She asked.

    "Your new partner. Consider this your onboarding process. I'm Zach Ochoa, but you can call me Ochoa. Here's..." Ochoa fumbled inside his pocket and tossed her a small rectangle. It unfurled and Alysia barely caught it. It was a BC Badge.

    "Your badge. Keeps every wannabe hero from trying their luck against bad guys, robbers, and the like. Note how yours only has one small star and says trainee in bold across it? That means you take the lead from me, follow what I say, regardless of if your powers are stronger or not. Understood?" Ochoa asked, watching for Alysia's reaction.

    "Sure. You've got years more experience at this than I do. Even though my power is ranked as Phenomenon level, it doesn't have a ton of uses. What rank are you?" She inquires.

    "I have enhanced reflexes and agility. So I can run, jump, and dodge faster than most. Not all, but most." Ochoa said, turning to head off towards a lot of cars. "Come on, we're going for a ride. You ever see San Francisco?" Ochoa asked. Alysia paused for a moment, before racing to catch up.

    "Uh, no. No, I haven't. I saw it when landing a few years ago when I was brought here but no." Alysia commented.

    "Well, consider it a sight to see. Nice enough town, though the hills are brutal on my legs sometimes. We'll grab some lunch, then head off on our job." He said as he grabbed a pair of keys from the car depot and they got in. 15 minutes brought them to the Golden Gate bridge, and 15 minutes after that they were into the city proper. Alysia was wonderstruck. She'd never seen so many people in her life.

    "I'm feeling generous. You pick what we eat. I'll find us a place that serves it." Ochoa said.

    "Oh... um...maybe some burgers?" Alysia offered. Ochoa nodded and guided the car towards a likely spot. All-in-all, Alysia thought her first day as an agent-in-training was going amazing, even if her trainer was a little gruff.

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    *A resounding thud echoed throughout the dojo as Strange delivered a sloppy kick into a hanging bag. He conducted his normally rigorous training on the second floor, which was the more restricted area. The ground floor was made available to anyone associated with BC San Fran who wished to use it, but a certain amount of proficiency was required to access the second floor for two reasons. One was safety, and two was to restrict access to Strange. During the early days of operation boozehound he had been allowed more public contact, which was eventually restricted for a variety of reasons. 

    Another sloppy kicked echoed off the wooden walls of the wide, open room. Strange ceased his stance and straightened himself up, holding his hands in front of his face, and observing the tremors which ran through them. He shook his head wistfully. He was lacking inspiration, which here meant blood alcohol content. Little known to him, this would soon to rectified.

    A call went out over one of BC's secured radio bands. An operated chimed politely. "New Bulletin, Operatives needed with urgency. Intel has confirmed a targeted attack on secure items at...The third and national bank and trust company. Any available, respond."

    This was immediately responded to by the firm voice of Agent Willard. "Roger that central, Operative Boozehound deploying. Forward intel to me pronto. ETA, twenty minutes. " The operator responded quickly. "Forwarding now Willard, better make it ten, these are fast movers."

    Four minutes later, a helicopter touched down in front of the dojo, and three minutes after that Willard arrived in a small car, parking roughly in front of the dojo and hopping out of his car. He jogged through the doors, pushing his way past the people training within. He had a bundle under his arm, and this caused him some difficulty when he attempted to take a keycard against a reader which restricted access to the second floor. Eventually the door buzzed, and he leaped up the stairs. He called out loudly as he entered. "Strange! We've got work to do!" And strange obliging appeared, rising from where he had been sitting on the floor, toweling off his brown. At the sight of the sickly looking man, Willard presented and unfolded the bundle. It consisted of a pair a brown slacks, a non-descript earth tone sweater, and a blue ball cap that simply stated PEACE! in bold white letters. Rolled up in the sweater was a liter bottle of Pusser's naval rum.

    "Get dressed, we are already behind the clock." Willard said simply as Strange twisted the bottle open and took a swig. Strange spoke as he whipped his sweats off and replaced them was the slacks. "It must be something serious if you are bringing me a liter of hard stuff. What are we doing today?" Willard answered as Strange threw his robe to the side and pulled the sweater over his head. He lied to Strange a little here, but that was for the greater good. " Some guys are going to knock over a bank in downtown in about...three minutes. Must be BC's money if they are sending us out for it." Strange took another large swig from the bottle as Willard kept talking. They started to move downstairs. "Apparently they may have someone on the scale there, along with a few goons." Strange answered this with a simple "Right" as he pulled the ball cap onto his head. Willard continued as they exited the dojo, neither paying any mind to the stares they, or the idling helicopter received. "I don't really know much more. Intel was sparse." Willard lied. He knew what the heisters were really after, and he had a pretty good idea who would be there. The intel was good, and Strange was a good fit for the job. "Basically Strange, get in there and if anyone is waving a gun around, deal with them. " Willard concluded, and Strange nodded, clutching the now half empty bottle as they stepped onto the helicopter. It took to the sky as soon as they were secure.

    Once they were airborne, Strange took another drink, and asked a question. "Whose the new guy?" He gestured with the bottle as a concerned looking young man who was also in the passenger seat. The young man wore a smart suit in imitation of Willard's with a textbook high 'n tight haircut. He spoke too quickly in response. "Junior Agent Malcom, Master Will. I'm Willard's assistant in these operations. " Strange nodded, but kept his eyes on Willard. Willard spoke slowly. "They want me to retire in a few years Strange. So they've got him here for training now. " Strange nodded again, and took another drink. There was a note of disappointment in Strange's eyes, but he said nothing about it. He spoke again after about forty five seconds.

    "Still think the vikings have it in the bag this year Willy?" Willard sighed as he was asked this, but gave a thin smile. "Yeah, I think they've got a shot Strange. " Strange snorted. "You say that every year. Have the pilot take us down a bit when we are a few blocks out. I don't want the copter to blow my cover. "
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    Tao walked down the alleyway then signaled for her boss to follow.
    "this is Persona 2-4. we're clear. deal should be happening soon.
    everyone keep on gaurd. stay on radio if you see something
    suspicious."

    She then had a chourus of agreements
    and "yes ma'am" s.

    Middle Of The Night {Raining + Slowed}

    A jeep blocked off the opposite enterance to the alley
    and a few armed men exited from the building to the right.
    "Takisaro Makitora... nice to see you again my old friend...
    you know why we are here... dont you..."

    "Tasiro... stay on gaurd..."
    The CEO whispered, walking past his
    gaurd.
    "Yes... Makinoto...i know..."

    "Good... get the boxes... boys... do what
    you have to do..."

    "GET DOWN!"
    Tao screamed as the armed men began to open fire.
    She quickly pushed the CEO behind some of the dumpsters
    "Persona 2-4 Requesting cover fire for the HVT!"
    She then closed her eyes and her skin began to shine in the rain.

    "what the fu~"
    a slight buzzing sound followed then she stood up and stepped from cover.
    Bullet after bullet, she was not going down without a fight.
    "Persona 2-4! come in 2-4!"

    "she's doing what she does best... let her go... but Tao... be quick..."
    The CEO then switched off his earpiece and blind fired a few shots taking
    out one of the Yakuza that Tao was about to hit.

    Sirens flooded the background and the jeep drove off from the
    other end of the alley. the yakuza who were still alive began to flee.

    "S~t..."
    Tao kneeled to the floor and her skin began to go back to normal.
    she span back around and rushed back to the CEO. He was
    laying in a pool of his own blood
    "no... no no no!"
    She quickly kneeled and held him up.
    "stay with me..."

    A few of the other bodygaurds came running over.
    "Tao what the f~k happened..."

    "you saw what f~king happened... now get a f~king medic!"
    She then felt a hand grab her wrist.

    "its... too late... Takada... my brother... he's in america...
    if they have the greed to kill me... they're going to take
    him down too... he's the next in line to my company...
    and he knows it... go... find him..."
    He took out a key and a gun and passed it to Tao.
    "take these... the key... is to my office... and the gun...
    for my brother... my terminal's password is... its with my...
    keycard... second drawer... in the desk..."
    He then let go of her wrist and passed out.

    "WHERE IS THAT GODDAMN FIRST AID KIT!"
    One of the men shouted.

    Tao quickly stood.
    "Drawer... keycard... Takada..."
    She repeated the words a few times then
    swung her rifle onto her back and ran for the
    nearest SUV.

    To the Plaza.
    The company.
    The office.
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    Posted on 21:27:20 - 22/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Dr. William Dominic Gerfaut.
    Appearance: A tall, perpetually ill tempered man, he wears dark clothing, with long sleeves to hide the extensive scarring on his arms from his days as a field agent. Graying black hair, as well as a rare feature, even in this age of superhumans- heterochromia. One eye is blue, and the other a shade of violet.
    Age: 56
    Blessing: He is a Phenomenon, with the ability to manipulate bones in a manner similar to telekinesis.
    Curse: To use his ability, he must "tap into" his own bones, so to speak, by causing bleeding wounds on himself. The more difficult the task, the more grievous the wound must be.
    Basic Backstory: His abilities were brought to light right near the beginning of the BC system, as a young man. One night, while he was getting a glass of water, a robber broke in. His initial instinct was to hide, though this changed when the scoundrel attacked his mother. He attempted to fend off the man, though he only got a stab wound in the shoulder for his efforts. Blinded by pain, his mind was filled with one desire: to stop the man escaping. When the cops arrived, they found that both of his tibia bones had been ripped clear of his legs- with the father, who had woken up at that point, reporting that he suddenly doubled over in pain as his calves bulged, then split from the inside out, the bones flying across the room like some Halloween props at a haunted house. After further testing, William was categorized and trained as a field agent, before retiring to a more relaxing desk job. During this time he also got a doctorate in biochemistry.

    He scowled through the haze of vaguely chocolate scented smoke that clouded his richly appointed office, staring down at the sheets of paper in his hand with a mix of stress and distaste as he puffed on his pipe. His current project, as assigned by his superiors, was to isolate what was causing the evolution of "superpowers" and then devise a way to package it, make it something they could spread, modify, weaponize. As noble as the BC was, it was still subject to the whims of the government that had created it- and the United States government sure did love its military.

    He came to stand at the window of his office, which overlooked the glittering expanse of San Francisco Bay, and the Pacific beyond. His scowl turned to a frown as his stomach rumbled. He often forgot to eat, becoming consumed in whatever experiment he was working on. Grabbing his keys, he exchanged the his issue lab coat for the black dress coat on his chair, a little heavy for this time of year but needed, as his age was affecting his perception of temperature. He left, locking his door, and getting in the elevator, sparing only a quick nod to the junior researchers he was sharing it with.

    He followed the path he always did, to the spot he always parked in, started his car, and began driving to the restaurant he always ate lunch at. As he drove, he shook his head at what the radio was spouting. It was the same as always, but still disappointing. Crime was on the rise, war in the east, China's economy was collapsing as Japan threatened invasion...Chaos, as usual. How he longed for order, for peace. But he didnt dwell on it- wouldn't be any good to ruin his appetite for one of the few things he enjoyed in life. The restaurant was a small, mom and pops diner in the downtown area, known throughout the city for its burgers. He nodded at the waitress, who wrote something down on a pad and sent it back to the kitchen, coming to his window seat with a cup of black coffee.
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    Posted on 23:50:31 - 22/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Kylie D. Gonzalez

    Appearance: A chubby female filipino girl who loves eating and vlogging using her phone. She wears a business coat over her casual wear. Upon closer inspection of her clothes, she can be seen wearing some sort of spandex that she failed to hide due to her chubby stature. Her hair is black, her skin is slightly brown, her eyes are slit, and her eyes are black. She loves eating but hate everyone who disrespects food.

    Age: 25

    Blessing: A Marvel capable of using Size Changing. She can control her mass in order to become a giant that can club almost everyone.

    Curse: Though she can freely control her mass, overdoing it causes her to lose weight the longer she stayed big or if she gets any bigger. During the loss of weight, she is prone to hunger and must eat anything to get her usual weight back.

    Basic Backstory: Kylie was always hanging out with her friends during her school days. On one occasion, some bullies tend to pick a beef against Kylie due to her chubby and meek looking. But instead, they get tenderized with Kylie's "Rolling Pin Massage". The bullies were too traumatized and too afraid to get "massaged" by Kylie, so they don't ever mess with Kylie and had the nerve to spread malicious rumors behind her back.

    Kylie didn't mind what everyone says. But one thing she always hates is when someone was wasting their food. Thus, having the nickname "Lunch Police" and everyone is forced to finish their meals. Her lunchbox was in very large quantity that everyone got confused of where those food ended in her stomach.

    One day, Kylie joined a school sport festival, which in this case, was forced by her spartan father and her amazon mother. She was doing fine until a terrorist attack happened in her school. Well she did have a spartan father and a amazon mother and the case of villains popping to and fro, so Kylie actually never panicked during that whole incident. But when the terrorists did the forbidden rule in the school, Kylie snapped and became a literal hulk giant.

    She pummeled all the terrorists she could see and yeets them to the school swimming pool. Until she calmed down, she fainted due to sudden hunger and loss of weight. That is how she basically figured out what her power was and thanks to her spartan father, who is a martial artist, and her amazon mother, who loves feeding her child with delicious dishes, Kylie knows how to fight and to control her powers although her spartan father warned her not to flaunt her powers like a psychopath.

    ----+----+----+----+----+

    Right now, Kylie takes a vacation to the west after she got fired from her job from the philippines thanks to a minor mishap. But at least she made alot of grands even though she never spent it to the thing she loved the most, food. It is because her mother always supplies her with alot of exotic dishes that she never bothered to buy for anything. Also, she had a youtube channel about mukbangs and she takes this opportunity to make a video about her trip in the west and show everyone what food she can find.

    She is happily eating ice cream while doing a livestream in a busy streets when a hostage incident happened in the area. Kylie sees that a masked man is taking a slim lady a hostage with a loaded gun. The police is having a hard time negotiating with the suspect. Kylie sees something scattered beneath the slim lady's feet. A half eaten hotdog. Her eyes is fueled with rage but her mind is very calm and thought of a plan.

    She scoots through the crowd to meet with the suspect. The suspect is surprised and pointed his gun at her. The lady is begging for help. The police tried to get Kylie out of there but Kylie is as stubborn as the suspect. Kylie raised her arms and reasoned with the suspect to make her a hostage instead of the lady. It goes like this:

    "You Stupid. Use me Hostage. I'm Fat, you can get behind me. Smart eh?" The suspect raised their eyebrows but see her point. "Ok bitch. Get over here quickly or I will shoot this lady." said the suspect. The police begins to panick and tries to stop Kylie. Kylie replied with, "Sorry, I'm no good with English." with a smug smile. She eventually got closer to the suspect and the suspect threw the lady on the ground and hid behind Kylie. "You're right. You are a better option for a hostage." said the suspect with a smile.

    The police is now baffled now that the situation has gotten worse. Not only did Kylie became the hostage, her fat statured covered the suspect pretty well. She is the best meatshield the suspect could ever find. "Help... Hehe..." said Kylie with a sarcastic tone while raising her hand. The gun is pointed at her head. The suspect loudly shouted to clear a way for him or he will shoot Kylie.

    He eventually stomped on the hotdog without realizing it. Kylie finally drew a final straw and used her powers to get bigger. The suspect didn't not realized this became his attention is at the policemen. Kylie slowly let her weight fall down backwards to where the suspect is. By the time the suspect realized this, he got squashed by her fat cheeks. "Never stomp on the poor hotdog you evil villain." said Kylie as she raise her phone. She was still livestreaming during the incident. She quickly returned to normal and ran away. The suspect is unconscious and the police were able to arrest him.

    This incident made Kylie crave for a hotdog. She went to look for a nearest Subway to eat a hotdog as a reward.
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    Posted on 19:45:04 - 23/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    *The helicopter began to lower, and Jr. Agent Malcom spoke, shouting to be heard over the rotors as the sliding doors on the side of the copter sprung open. "So what's most important for this Strange is that you don't let them-" He was cut off as Strange polished off the last of the rum and gently underhanded him the empty bottle. The Jr. agent caught it with surprise as Willard handed Strange two more cans of beer. Strange shoved one into a pants pocket and opened the other as he stood up and stepped out of the moving helicopter. Malcom gave a shout as the besweatered man fell rapidly towards the ground. Willard put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it rookie, he's used to it." Sure enough, when the disbelieving Jr. agent peered over the step, he saw an unharmed Strange staggering down the sidewalk towards the First and National. Willard gave the pilot a gesture and the door closed as the helicopter began to ascend again. 

    "You didn't tell me he could survive a hundred feet down to pavement, and he doesn't know about the-" Malcom was again cut off by a small wave of Willard's hand. "I've seen him fall farther and with less warning. Furthermore, he doesn't care. "

    "But those documents are the entire point of the mission." Malcom protested, and he was again brushed off. "Listen Rookie, when you are working with Strange, don't clutter him with a lot of details. Let him do his thing, and then we get what we need. Its easier for all of us to let him be good at what he is good at, and have us do what we are good at, alright?"

    The bank was a place of bedlam. It was part of the old town, a large stone edifice rising above the streets with authority and an air of security. It was designed to project that the bank would be there forever, and that your money would always be safe there. Of course, the First and National bank had gone under a century ago, and since then many banking companies had occupied the space. Much of its sense of security was further eroded by the broken windows, police cordon, bullet holes, and screams. The police were plotting a daring rescue operation outside when a sick looking drunk arrived, through an empty beer can over his shoulder. He pushed his way through the cordon, and when an officer attempted to stop him, that officer simply fell over. It wasn't clear how, but that made it clear to the officer that this was Operation Boozehound, of which they had already been informed. Their plans were shelved as the man pushed his way through the heavy bronze front doors. The swung loudly on the ungreased hinges.

    Hostages lay face down on the cold marble floor of the bank. A few groaned from blunt injuries. Guards and a police officer lay motionless. Some with bullet holes, and a few with massive injuries suggesting devastating blows. Three men were at work in the lobby, one watching the door, and the two others stuffing money, bond, records, and other valuables into duffel bags. Into this, Strange stumbled. The thief on guard first raised a sub machine gun at Strange, then lowered in confusedly when they realized they were looking at a stumbling drunk. Strange cracked his second beer, and loudly asked "Can a fella get a withdrawal slip in this place? I've gotta do some shopping!" His slurred words further confused the guard, who approached his with menace, "I don't know how you got past the police you bum, but you better get down on your face before I plug you!" The guard stated as he put himself in Strange's path. He raised his gun, and thinking that the man was passed visual intimidation decided to use force. He swung the butt of the SMG at Strange's head, and when the security camera footage leaked a few weeks later what happened next would be turned into a pretty fun meme gif. The man spun quickly in a circle, as Strange's free hand grabbed the center of his SMG and swung it in line with his attack. He then reached down and grabbed the ankle of the now facing away from his guard and pulled it up, causing the man to fall over and slam his face into the floor.

    The yell, and of course the impact, alerted the other two that something was wrong. The turned to look towards their now unconscious comrade. One craned out from over the teller's booth which the other, who was standing in the main floor, raised her rifle Before them was a man taking a drink and walking towards them unevenly. There was the loud report of a rifle and Strange fell forward. For a brief, fraction of a second it seemed like this odd intrusion was over. Then it became clear that the falling forward was the start of a sort of leaping dash and the bullet impacted with a crack into the far wall of the bank. The gunwoman found herself lifted up, spun around and brought down with a terrible impact on the hard floor. Through pain clouded eyes she saw the drunk examine her for a moment as he turned to face the last thief. She cried out "He's a goddam super, get the boss!" to which there was no response. Her comrade had gotten his pistol stuck in its holster, and had been bowled over by a fist which flew through the teller's glass with ease.

    Strange wobbled, and caught himself on the teller's booth. He drained the beer, and threw the can over his shoulder with a practiced manner. "Is that everyone then?" He slurred to the room at large. In answer, the large vault door which dominated the far wall of the bank opened, and his question was answered. Strange turned to face the rumbling door as an abomination of flesh and metal strode out. It ducked to get out of the doorway, as it was about two feet too tall for the six foot vault door. The armored torso and head of a human, eyes replaced with hardened zoom lenses, borne aloft by four mechanical legs and with two long, heavy, almost snake like arms came through into the bank. This, though Strange did not know or care, was once a career criminal named David Putowsky. He had been heavily augmented by a shadowy criminal organization that BC was only vaguely familiar with. A sort of technological cartel working out of some former soviet states that focused the acquisition and brokering of dangerous technologies. David was known to BC, and was considered to be around a rank 3, he was strong, fast, violent, and cunning. His extensive augmentations had caused him to loose the ability to feel nearly any emotion besides anger.

    The wounded operative on the floor cried out. "Boss, Watch out! He's faster than he looks!" To which David responded as he strode across the open room in a surprisingly human voice. "I know. That is Will Strange, the boozehound himself! I figured BC would get wind of this, but I didn't think they'd roll you out. "

    Strange responded to this was a sort of burp, and then said weakly. "I guess you don't want to go quietly?"
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    The SUV slammed to a halt just outside the Corporate tower.
    "Drawer... keycard... Brother..."
    Tao focused on trying to to what was asked of her so
    she wouldn't dwell on what just happened to her mentor.

    "hey-"

    "sorry... gotta do something!"
    Tao pushed past a crowd of
    assistants. word had spread fast.
    She recited her orders a few more
    times as the elivator went up.
    Floor 93.

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    "I'll start with an app sampler, then I'll take a bacon cheeseburger, double patty. And... a vanilla milkshake to finish. Hold the cherry." Ochoa rattled off. The waitress didn't even bat an eye as her pen scribbled down some notes. Alysia looked at the extensive menu. She and her classmates had some choices when it came to what they ate on any given day, but there wasn't quite this many.

    "Oh... and, uh... I'll have a mushroom burger with fries. And a vanilla milkshake too." She commented. The waitress took the menus and sped off. Ochoa, having dealt with his rapidly growing hunger, settled down a bit. He decided that it would do him well to figure out exactly how this girl's powers worked.

    "So, I'm aware your power is regeneration, but how exactly does that play out. If someone sliced your head off would you become two? Like a starfish?" Ochoa asked, a small smile.

    Alysia shook her head. "Thankfully I've never had to experience decapitation. I discovered my powers when I lost my forearm in a boating accident. It regrew in a matter of moments but... I experienced the pain of it in a flash. That's the drawback. I could break almost every bone in my body or be riddled with bullets, but I regenerate near instantly. But the pain floods my receptors and after a point I would just... black out from the pain." She explains quietly.

    "I'm... I'm sorry. That's got to be awful. Does that mean you can't die? It sounds like you're functionally immortal." Ochoa said. They paused for a moment as the waitress brought the appetizer platter and the milkshakes.

    "I don't think so. I mean, some part of me is causing the rest of me to regenerate. Whether it's my heart, brain, appendix, I don't know. But if that part goes down, so does my regeneration. Not to mention that... well.. they never really tested the limits of my powers. BC wasn't cruel unlike what some others suggested." Alysia mumbles. She takes a sip of her milkshake. Ochoa wants to ask more, but decides to change the subkect a bit.

    "Well, my gift is that I just have superhuman reflexes and agility. I can jump, run, and dodge better than most anyone. Except some of those superspeed and flying people. That's just crazy. They said that I don't build up lactic acid like other people so my movements will be more fluid for longer. But, on the downside, I burn calories like crazy, hence this." He said, gesturing at the app platter with an onion ring and a mozzarella stick in hand.

    "I can do something similar too! My muscles don't get sore or tire easily. I still feel the stiffness and aches, but the muscles themselves just regenerate!" Alysia said, a little surprised to meet someone with some shared skills.

    "Well, perhaps you'd like to see who's faster? Tomorrow before our shift, lets head to Marin Headlands and take a run. It's a nice enough location and perhaps your mentor could teach you a thing or two?" He said with a chuckle.

    "Yes, that sounds nice! I want to get out and see more of the city and world. I felt safe while being in the BC program, but cooped up. Now that I can explore, I want to." She said. Ochoa nodded, understanding what it was like to feel cooped up. Just then the waitress brought their burgers.

    "Amazing as always." Ochoa mumbled through his burger. Alysia's eyes just simply glowed as she enjoyed the meal, the new people around her, and her first day.

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    Name: Kendrick Taylor

    Appearance: A teenager wearing geeky glasses and casual clothes consisting a t-shirt, a jacket, a cargo pants and adidas shoes. His nose looks sharp and his jawline is masculine. He has average height of an american and both his eyes and hair are in color orange. He has laptop inside his satchel bag he always carrying around.

    Age: 16

    Blessing: He can summon a clone of himself that usually helps him in his daily lifestyle. Nothing serious, just a helping hand he can conveniently call.

    Curse: Though he can summon his clone, it could only last for a while, probably around 30 minutes or 35 minutes once per day. Whenever he clone himself, his clone will have 25% of his attributes. That means Kendrick will be 75% functional during the activation of his clone.

    Basic Backstory: Kendrick is a smart kid since he was a toddler. He could already walk over two legs in the age of 1 and a half months and learnt how to speak as a 1 year old. Occasionally, he will unconsciously summon his "twin brother" whenever he wanted to play, though the twin is very dumb at the time. A real baby.

    Kendrick will always play with his clone in his house. The clone of himself is doing good since Kendrick is smart but cannot move the way Kendrick wanted. When Kendrick grew as a kid. Kid Kendrick actually watches superhero cartoons in the television. He is amazed of how superheroes do their job of keeping the world in peace. Surprisingly, he prefers to play as a villain and let the clone play as the hero.

    Kendrick will pull silly pranks with his clone. They work well in tandem during his school days. This sometimes gave confusion by the teachers and students who saw Kendrick at two different locations in the same time. Sometime doing the deja vu prank. Kendrick's clone has gotten better the more Kendrick improve himself.

    He is now a highschool student and is planning to live a normal life. The clone helps him with his daily lifestyle. Such as cooking, laundry, cleaning, etc. But due to his limitation, Kendrick only summons his clone when he truly needed him, not wanting to put them in harm's way.

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    Kendrick is having a stroll in the street since it is sunday. He is simply minding his own business when the incident of hostage happened. He is one of the spectator who saw all what happened in that incident. The one who is actually paying attention. He saw how a chubby foreigner got big then fall onto the hostager. He seems relieved now that the problem was resolved.

    He continues to walk until there are two people running toward him. "Please stop that thief!" shouted a young lady. Apparently, a thief just stole the handbag of the victim. Clearly seeing the chance to do it, Kendrick summons his clone behind him. He can communicate with the clone through telepathy since they are one of the same person. They quickly came up of a plan of how to stop the thief.

    Kendrick himself run to the left side of the thief with his arms raised open wide. The thief thought that Kendrick is gonna capture him within his arms. Seeing Kendrick is coming to his left, the thief is forced to run to the right. Then, a crash happened and the thief fell down to the floor. When he looks up, he is shock to see Kendrick fell down on the floor too.

    "Wait, I'm sure I just got past from that dude..." muttered the thief wondering what just happened. Kendrick quickly jumps on the thief and pinned him on the ground then yelled for help. The witnesses who saw all this opened their phones and called for the police. After a while...

    The police arrested the thief and Kendrick is able to return the handbag to the rightful owner. "Thank you so much, kiddo. You are a lifesaver." said the victim gratefully. "You're welcome. It is my pleasure to help." said Kendrick with a smile. The victim is surprised and looked at Kendrick with curious eyes. "Is that you Kaykay?" asked the victim expecting something.

    It took a few moments for Kendrick to know who she is. "Oh hello Bonnie. What a weird coincidence meeting you here." said Kendrick while scratching his right cheek. Bonnie is Kendrick's childhood friend who knew how Kendrick's power work. "It is nice to see how you put your powers to good use." said Bonnie with a smile.

    Kendrick has a peaceful conversation with Bonnie in a restaurant eating pineapple sundae and melon soda float.
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    In a small, dimly lit hospital room in southern Italy lies an elderly women. A dark-haired young man sits at her bedside. The lamp behind him renders his figure little more than a silhouette in the view from the doorway. The illumination creates a halo-like effect around his curls as he takes the hand of the old woman and murmurs to her in a quiet tone. 

    An inadvertent passerby might have glanced in had they been walking by. Perhaps they would have glimpsed one of the slight rays of green and gold light escaping from between the pair's hands. Taking a second look, they might have corrected themself, sure at having mistaken the light from the young man's phone screen for... for... something? Mollified, the person might have continued on with their night, ready to bring their long day to a close and finally relax. It was unlikely they would have ever thought of that moment again.

    However, there was no one else on the floor that evening, save the patients tucked away in their rooms and the nurse staffing the front desk with heavy eyelids and a magazine open halfheartedly on the desk in front of her. She had seen the young man enter, and would, shortly hereafter see him leave, but it was doubtful she would remember him. There would be no reason to.

    Back in the hospital room, the old woman takes a single slow breath as her heart monitor signals the status of her soul, which finally separated from her body. It was a smoother process than most people were allowed, and for that, she had been thankful. The young man lets out a breath as well, looking, perhaps, slightly less young and slightly more tired than he did before.

    "Thank you, Maria," he murmurs as he squeezes her hand for the last time. Standing quietly, he straightens the envelope on side table containing the woman's will and slightly rearranges the asters, a cheerful orange and red which contrasted the neutral tones of the room, that had been sent to their owner by an equally elderly beau back in the small village that was the hometown of Maria Sancia Dellabarca. His own small bouquet of the same sort, these brought on request in pink, rested in the crook of the old woman's elbow. He wondered if he should move them to join the others, but then decided against it. She had seemed quite content with her flowers as they were and he would do nothing to change that. Instead, he brought two fingers to his lips and pressed them to the old woman's forehead. He repeated the action for the bouquet.

    Knowing the doctor will arrive shortly, he gathers himself and steps out of the room and into the hallway. The nurse barely looks up as he passes and he does little to acknowledge her. Her eyes merely skim over his receding back before tiredly returning to the image of some exotic vacation spot that grace the pages in front of her.
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    *The response of ripping a flat piece of stone from the wall with a mechanical claw and hurling it like a frisbee at Strange's head indicated a lack of peaceful desires. Strange let out another burp and listed dangerously to the side, causing the formerly decorative trim to arc harmlessly over his head. The list turned into a fall, which Strange caught with one hand and heaved himself with one arm into a sort of lopsided cartwheel. This looked like it should've resulted in his immediate skidding across the floor, but it turned into a leap, a bound, and be-sneakered foot heading for the man of metal with surprising speed. The foot impacted his "gut" with a clang, and while the mechaniod was shifted backwards slightly, he let out a guffaw, and began throwing punches at his inebriated assailant. 

    "You want to take me down with a kick?" The monstrosity teased. "How on earth would that work? I'm armored to resist small arms fire, you drunken fool!"

    For a drunken fool, Strange was surprisingly difficult to hit, and blows that did connect seemed to roll off him and into the ground as he twisted, rolled, contorted, and generally made a pain of himself. This was made more annoying when that same sneakered foot snuck behind a steel foot and pulled it forward, throwing the quadruped off balance. This was only a momentary disruption to the computer that managed the limbs and it quickly, regained its foot, but the pause was enough for Strange to get distance. He now stood a fair ways away, and he wobbled contemplatively.

    "You're right you know" He slurred. " Kicking armor doesn't seem to do much. "

    "Catching on are you? How long can you dodge for before I crush your bones?" Replied the unkind machine. Strange simply shrugged.

    "Probably a long time I'd say." *And with that, Strange's sneakers squeaked on the polished stone floor as a rush of motion took the ballcap from his head. He was going back on the offensive, He feinted left, dodged right, rolled to avoid a fist that cracked the floor, and gave a miraculous leap directly into what was left of the face of the machine. A closed fist of flesh and blood smashed the right side lens of the beast's mechanical eyes, and then rolled to the side with sort of casual acceptance as a metal arm threw his across the room. The enraged cyborg was on him in a flash, rushing Strange into a corner of the bank and attempted to surround him in whirling limbs. Most careened into the wall behind him, smashing chunks out of it, but a few impacted Strange who still seemed to roll with them, though no one could take such punishment forever.

    Strange's mind slowly went through possibilities. He doubted the monster now leaking some sort of fluid from a crushed eye socket would get tired of trying to kill him, but how do you deal with a troublesome machine? Well, he supposed you would take it apart, he thought to himself as a fist buried itself an inch into the now exposed concrete a short distance from his head. But how do you take a machine apart? Well, with a wrench, but what could be a wrench large enough for such a creature....

    It always seemed obvious when you figured out, and Strange stopped deflecting with one hand an grabbed a piece of exposed rebar. With strength that surprised even the robotic assailant, Strange tore a four foot length or rebar from the concrete and again threw himself at the robot. With a twist he bent the rebar around the shoulder of the beast, and rolled across his back as David attempted to swat him away. Now, now he had the rebar to act as a lever, and the back of the robot to act as a fulcrum. He heaved mightily on the bar, and with a sickening crushing sound the robotic limb came loose from its socket as David screamed in pain. Blood and coolant poured from the open wound. The machine fell to the floor, and found a sneaker hitting it in the face with enough force to give it a temporary respite from its agony.

    The rebar clattered to the floor, and Strange slowly walked across the bank back to the now injured robbers. He rooted around in their duffle bags until he found a bundle of fifty dollar bills which he pocketed in his slacks. He then selected a blazer from one of the poor unconscious slobs and pulled it on. He walked casually over to the side door of the bank, opened it, peered around, and took off down the street at a sprint.

    Malcom, who had long since gotten a working connection to the CCTV cameras gave a cry at this, pointing at the screen ineffectually to a mostly disinterested Willard.

    "He's making a runner! We should scramble our-" Willard gave him a tired glare that stopped the sentence in its tracks. "Relax rookie. Don't you think he could use a break? Besides, he just tore the arm off one of our most wanted, you want to go tackle him? We'll keep an eye on him and pick him up if he gets into trouble. Now pipe down, I've got to let R&D know we've got ol' Robot Dave incapacitated in there, they've wanted to go to town on him for years."
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    Posted on 14:46:56 - 27/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Ochoa was wiping his hands when his phone buzzed. He looked at the notification and sighed.

    "Someone using their powers a few blocks away. He's robbed a few small businesses along that street. Let's get a move on. Looks like you'll get some action on your first day after all!" Ochoa said as he dropped two 20's on the table and began to head out. Alysia followed. Rather than hopping into the car, Ochoa looked back and smiled.

    "Try to keep up." He said, before bolting off down the street. Alysia paused for a moment, before bounding after him. One of the first practical uses of Alysia's ability was that very little working out allowed her to get stronger. Since growing stronger required, in short, tearing weak muscles which then grew back stronger, she gained speed, stamina, and strength much more quickly than the average person. Ochoa may have had the lead, but it wasn't long before he heard the quick steps behind him. A quick glance showed Alysia, hair flapping as she ran to keep up. He smiled, spun around a civilian in the way, and kept going.

    A few minutes brought them to the street in question. Neither were out of breath, but they paused, waiting to see if there was anything noticeable. The pair only had to wait a few minutes before they saw a storefront explode, with an individual jumping out of the new opening. Behind them floated a half dozen safes and cash registers.

    "Control of metal. Impressive. Looks like we'll have our work cut out for us." Ochoa commented to Alysia. "Wait for an opening and then try to take them down. I'll try and distract them. You did practice combat at school right?" He asked her.

    "Yes, the basics of hand-to-hand for me. But I fought plenty of practice fights." Alysia commented.

    "Well, this is the real deal, so stay on my tail, wait for an opening, and get in there." He said.

    Ochoa ran toward the man, swinging in a kick. The man ducked out of the way just in time and sent one of the safes hurtling toward Ochoa. It cracked into the sidewalk as Ochoa sidestepped the heavy instrument. Ochoa made an attempt to sweep the man's legs from under him, but he jumped, grabbed one of the floating safes, and flew a few feet off the ground.

    Ochoa watched as one of the registers opened and dozens of various sized coins floated up and out. Ochoa flipped out of the way as they shot at him, but it kept him out of range from the man.

    Alysia used this opportunity to jump on the safe embedded in the sidewalk and send a flying kick the man's way. The man was so focused on Ochoa he didn't see Alysia until it was too late. The kick knocked him off his perch and sent him straight into the frame of a car. The other safes and registers dropped to the ground, the registers clattering open and spilling their contents. Ochoa used this opportunity to begin cuffing the man.

    "Nice job newbie. You get full marks for doing exactly-" he began, before seeing Alysia get riddled with coins. Apparently the man was not unconscious, merely dazed, and he attempted to kill the two agents to escape. With all his power behind only the coins, they flew into Alysia like bullets. Ochoa grabbed the man and slammed his face into the pavement, at which point the coins and other items stayed still for good. Ochoa ran over and saw Alysia gasping and groaning, blood bubbling and pooling out of a few dozen injuries.

    "Ah s**t... kid, hang in there..." He said, trying to help by staunching the bleeding. He got no farther than removing his coat when he noticed the bleeding had stopped. He lifted her arm and saw a few of the holes were gone already, and a quick but modest check of her stomach showed wounds knitting and stitching back together. But Alysia's face showed that she felt every bit of it.

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    *If Strange noticed that security cameras he walked past tended to rotate to look at him, he didn't acknowledge it. As he walked down the busy downtown sidewalk he pulled the currency strapped fifties from his pocket and examined it. A standard bank bundle, so 100 bills, which meant 5,000 USD. That'd do. He pushed it back into his pocket as several stunned onlookers noted the complete lack of concern for any attention the sick looking man might've garnered. He ran his fingers through his ever thinning hair, and remembered he'd forgotten the cap he had been given. That seemed rude, so he hauled hard into the first little store he went past. He selected the first hat he saw, another ball cap, a mustardy brown color, with ALCATRAZ  emblazoned across it in block letters. He pulled two fifties out of the bundle, overpaying by about 80 dollars, and walked away after dropping them on the counter. 

    Now that his guilt was lifted he could continue on his mission. He trekked into the more rundown parts of downtown, where eyes moved quickly and less people smiled at people they didn't know. He did what he did on all of his treks like this, and dropped a fifty into the hands, guitar case, hat, or bowl of anyone who asked him as he passed. He wordlessly sought the neon lights, and eventually arrived at a suitably unpleasant looking dive bar. He pushed his way through the ill-hung door and was faced with a wall of sound. Bad punk rock from a local band that no one would ever remember besides the five kids that made it up. The neon lights over the door and the identical set over the bar pinkly screamed 'MAURICE'S" which Strange had never heard of before and doubted he would ever see again. It was the normal cluttered of banged up epoxy topped tables and chairs of fifteen varieties. The clientele guffawed, yelled, whispered, slurped in a sort of discordant unison, and a big man behind the bar surveyed it all. He was somewhere north of two meters tall and was visibly wet as he poured double vodkas for a group already too far gone for such things.

    Strange walked up to the bar, and sat in a seat that was also slightly wet, and Maurice gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, we had a bit of a spill here, I just mopped it all up. "

    Strange was impassive about this. "It doesn't bother me at all."

    "What would you like then? Something strong?"

    Strange nodded "It doesn't matter much to me. Whatever you've got that you need to move off the shelves. "

    "Right, that's easy enough, but I'll need to see an ID. Lots of cops these days. "

    Strange of course, did not own an ID. He was aware that an ID of him existed, but to his knowledge Willard carried it most of the time. Strange made a bit of a face at this, and then conspiratorially leaned forward. He slid out a thousand dollars in fifties, and placed it on the damp bar. He fanned it a little to show the amount, and Maurice widened his eyes. After a moment of consideration, he took the money. He scooped it it a dumped it into a back pocket.

    "Right, well if the cops do show, just say you lost yours. Then it'll be your problem" Strange nodded, and a moment later of a glass of It-doesn't-matter-much-to-me was in front of him. Shortly after that, the glass was again in front of him, minus its contents. *
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