Name: James Winterson Noir Appearance: 6'5 male, tanned, wears black/white pinstripe double breasted suit and red tie. Blue eyes, blond. Age: 32 Blessing: He is a Phenomenon, with the ability of technopathy, aka able to control any sort of technology. Curse: To use his ability, he must function as the battery/fuel source for whatever he is controlling, draining his own life force. Basic Backstory: He's rich. Eye-wateringly so. All thanks to being founder and CEO of the world's largest tech company in the world, Noir Electronics Inc. The one that bought Google, boxed Apple out of the business, ran Samsung into the ground...you get the picture. Investigated a thousand times over by every government agency imaginable, but thanks to deep pockets, corrupt politicians, and an entire army of lawyers, nothing has ever stuck. And, of course, the bodies cut to bits turning up on doorsteps in sacks helped ward off investigators. Shadowy, rich, and ruthless.
I would recover from my injuries faster than usual, around 3 days, because somehow, my power can cauterize bleeding wounds and kill any bad germs or viruses by burning them, but it still took a bit to fully heal me. Then, I would head to my first training session.
Able and Hevald got chewed out by administration, given some demerits, and were put on probation. The pair were irked but decided to keep a low profile for a bit.
Alwx’s first training session was done in the gymnasium with the other students of his year. This time the group size was about 20. It included the girl from earlier. Everyone had changed into athletic clothes and were limbering up.
”Alright. Now that everyone’s here and did some stretching, lets do some exercises. I think… scenario 15 should be a decent start.” The instructor said, before stepping back. The portion of floor he stepped on raised up about 10 feet, and the rest of the gym began to flood with water. Waves slammed most of the students against the back wall.
”Try and reach the shore at the other end of the gym. You will be timed.” The instructor commented.
Ochoa nodded and headed down the second hallway. At the end, they opened the door. It revealed the two previous agents, unconscious on the floor. Around them were half a dozen incubation tanks. Most were filled with green goop or the remnants of bodies, but one of the tanks had shattered, the ooze leaking out on to the floor. Ochoa picked up one of the agents and felt for a pulse.
”They’re Alive but hurt. Alysia, head topside and call in a medical chopper. Tell them we’ll need to cordon this area off. No press no nothing. Strange, stay here and help me get these guys to the surface. I’d say something mean escaped and these two just got in its way.” Ochoa commented.
Strange examined the other agent quickly. They appeared the have some bruising around the face and head, but that could be from a blow or the fall to the hard concrete floor. Strange frowned.
"Either this didn't happen long ago, or there is something else knocking them out boss. Poison? Something psychic? People don't stay unconscious from blows long, they wake up or die. "
Strange cast his eyes on the cylinders. It was above his pay grade, but he knew it was bad news.
"Might be able to follow that thing, whatever it was, on the surface. Could have a look for footprints, goop on bushes, that sort of thing. Your call though. " Strange said this as he hefted the agent onto his shoulder in a fluid motion.
There were already about a half dozen people on the makeshift “beach” when Alex got there. A quick look would show that they had water focused abilities, or perhaps super speed. Either way they were simply faster than Alex.
”Not bad. Congrats on the ‘training’, but it’s important to realize you aren’t a God kid. We all have powers that are ideal in some situations and weak in others.” Said one kid, flexing gills and some webbed appendages.
Jalyn stood inside the doors of the third building. It was silent, aside from yhe wailing alarms. She looked around as she cautiously moved about the corridors. Bodies lie across the floor, blood splattered and pooled. She felt her gut churn harshly. More shots rang out, echoing through the building. Then, there was silence again. Fighting the urge to double over and expell her breakfast, Moritz rushed quietly to the stairs and crept up them. The second floor was much like the first; bodies, blood, casings. A few more shots were heard- far closer this time. It sounded as if the aggressor was only down the hall. The hall, which was a bottleneck. There was no longer a safety to the long corridors. Terror filled Jalyn as she forced herself closer to the origin of the last shots. She could hear someone struggling in a classroom, as if they were being choked. She snuck up to the doorway, listening as they struggled for air. Jalyn turned the corner, and let's out a burst of air, sending the two people into the wall with loud yelps. The first, a burly man, roughly in his late twenties, got up and made an attempt for the rifle on the floor near Jalyn's feet. Her heroism failed her; she flinched away from his lunge, ducking away. The second person was nowhere to be found. The man picked up the rifle and cleared a jam before starting to lift it towards Jalyn, whom cowered against the wall just outside the classroom. Their eyes met, and Jalyn's fear was amplified. She could feel the anger and hatred in the man's eyes. As Jalyn felt herself begin to fail out of terror and anticipation of the end, she heard a sickening snap. The man fell to the floor, his body squeezing the trigger only once more, firing off a single shot of defeat. Jalyn stared at the lifeless body as it landed on the tile. There was no one there. How did he die like that? Suddenly the girl from before appeared behind where the man stood. She breathed heavily, and glared at Jalyn. Jalyn stared up in shock. "Who are you?" she asked absently. The girl did not answer. She faded away and disappeared, leaving Jalyn shaken and alone.
”If it’s water related I do well. But unlike fish these webs aren’t retractable. Luckily I can breathe when out of water but I need to keep my gills hydrated otherwise I choke. As for some internet prophecy, I’ve never heard or seen of it, but I’m inclined to believe it’s bull. After all, I’ve seen some of the dumbest stuff in the world on the internet “
“Look, im Just telling it how it is. The BC group is one of scientific research into our powers, not some… I don’t know… witches occult or something. Not to mention if they did have some sort of insane prophecy, they wouldn’t just put it on a website for everyone to see.” The kid said.
”Alright. Let’s try another drill. Scenario 8 ought to do nicely.” The instructor said, as the landscape dried up and turned into a nearly 90 degree mountain.
”Quick to the top. And mind the fall.” The instructor chuckled