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”Defy their expectations and they will be forced to take you seriously. ”

ALEXANDRA GRANT || BLOOD MANIPULATION || TWENTY FOUR || BISEXUAL

POWERS

Blood manipulation is a power many find sinister. Alex's primary use of it is healing. She can promote clotting and slow blood flow from a wound. She can manipulate her own blood to direct it away from wounds and to muscles to give her a temporary boost of strength and speed. She can theoretically do this to other people, but finds it quite difficult. It has to be acknowledged that she could use her abilities to increase blood flow and cause somebody to bleed out in a number of minutes. She can form objects out of blood, but only does this in a pinch as, while she isn't affected by it, many find it distasteful and the constructs are quite weak. She finds it easier to work with the blood of healthy people. Her abilities drain her to a certain extent. Using her abilities on herself results in minimal strain, while using it on other people can exhaust her, and making constructs depends on the size and strength of the construct.

PERSONALITY

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Alex loves decaf coffee. She loves the smells of lavender and jasmine. Because her hands are perpetually dry thanks to working in a hospital, she’s reliant on hand cream. Her job is possibly the most important thing in her life and she’s not afraid to admit it. She adores cooking and baking and is excellent at both. She is pretty much always wearing perfume.
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She abhors being underestimated. Caffeine gives her palpitations and even Coke contains too much caffeine for her. She hates most alcohol hand gel and always carries her own. Peas and fish make her incredibly queasy. She’s deathly allergic to bee, wasp, and hornet stings.
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Alex spends most of her free time educating herself. She has taught herself two languages as well as keeping herself up to date with the radiography and radiology worlds. Baking is a stress reliever for her, and she runs quite a lot to keep her in shape and maintain her fitness.
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HEADSTRONG || EMPATHETIC || DEFENSIVE || INTELLIGENT || SARCASTIC

Alex is a complex person and one that is difficult to understand. When not at work, she seems to have walls a mile high surrounding her. She can come across as cold and hard to reach. She doesn’t let people in easily, and she feels that she’s much better off alone. Her time at the academy left her with a chip on her shoulder. It’s so much easier to push everyone away and keep them at arm’s length than let them in and risk getting hurt. It’s easier to argue when she does something wrong. Don’t show them the chink in your armour and you will be feared. People were afraid of her and her power in the academy, so isn’t it easier to retain that now?

But the thing is, those people in the academy never saw the real Alex. Alex only ever wanted to use her powers to help people. Her own abilities and capabilities scared her at first, but once she realised how much good she could do, she embraced them wholeheartedly. But not everyone didn’t and that broke her heart. Not that she’d ever show it. She only ever lets her guard down around patients. She sees them in their lowest moments and does everything she can to make them feel a little better. Whether it’s a kid crying with a broken ankle or a patient who’s just been told they have cancer, Alex is immensely aware of her influence. Someone once told her she could never do any good in the world. When Alex gets the sobbing child to give her a smile, or makes the distraught relative a little more relaxed, she begs to differ.

Her two sides combine to give a complex and complicated character. It’s not that her cold side is all just a front. She’s sarcastic when she’s angry, upset, or stressed, and it just gets worse when those emotions are combined. She’s as stubborn as a bull and won’t back down over anything. She doesn’t take criticism well and usually finds something or someone to blame it on. But even when those walls are up, she’s gentle and empathetic, hating to see anyone get hurt. Using her powers for good is still her first priority, no matter what.

HISTORY

With a leading surgeon for a mother and a director of nursing as a father, Alex never really had a normal life. She spent a lot of her free time in the hospital where they worked, doing her homework in her father’s office and getting rides in wheelchairs from porters. She never minded this, because her parents still made time to spend time with her. In between surgeries and consultations, her mother would sit down and teach Alex about the human body. Her father would check her homework and help her learn to read, later teaching her first aid and CPR.

She was eleven when her power manifested. She was alone in her mother’s office and broke a glass. When she went to pick the broken pieces up, a fragment slipped and cut her hand open. She was able to slow the blood flow practically to a stop and was able to see the wound clotting in front of her. The droplets of blood rose around her and formed shapes. She amused herself with this for a few moments before her mother came back in. Her mother was shocked, but not surprised. Her mother had the ability of increased regeneration time. She had expected Alex would probably inherit that ability, but blood manipulation was completely unexpected.

Alex was sent to the academy at thirteen. However, young Alex, who knew she wanted to work in the medical field found the education lacking, and received permission to study the sciences by herself with the help of her parents. It became her solace. For her first little while, she only displayed the healing capabilities of her ability. But a teacher pushed her to display everything she could do. Two of her classmates passed out, three vomited, and everyone else just stared at her as she made a dagger out of her own blood. Rumors spread about Alex like wildfire. Suddenly, everyone regarded her with fear. At seventeen, she was asked to leave the program. Officially, it was because her abilities were deemed unsuitable. Alex took one look at the staff telling her this and knew it was because they feared her. So she left, finished her studies, and went to university, training as a radiologist. Her job requires her to double as a radiologist and radiographer, but she loves it.

So begins...

Alex Grant's Story

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#2019-07-21 06:08:41, as written by Chompers

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LOCATION: The Barnyard

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The vegetable soup tonight was watery, and that was highest compliment Sam could give the dish. He could tell it had onion in it, but none of the other colourless lumps resembled any vegetable Sam could name. But, he didn’t get paid until 2pm tomorrow, so he was eating Roy’s questionable veggie soup, and half a loaf of stale bread another resident had tossed his way.

Sam had worked a late shift at the cafe, and by the time he got dinner for the rabbits he was tending upstairs in his room it was far past dinner time, so the kitchen was mostly empty and Roy was mopping the floors. Though Sam much preferred the quiet, at meal times there was an insane energy always buzzing around and usually one fight at least.

Link, the scrappy canine at Sam’s feet gave a low whine and bark. “Link.” Sam said, chastising him. Link was telling Sam a story back from his stray days, about a female dog he’d once ran across. And he was not telling the story kindly, nor politely. For a dog that Sam had found starving in an alleyway with three legs, he had a lot of crude opinions.

“He’s chatty tonight.” Roy said from the top of his mop. “Got lots to say does the wee fella?”

Sam fed Link another soup soaked piece of bread and patted his head. “The rabbits are just driving him a little stir crazy I think.”

“Rabbits?” Roy said, with a slack jaw, his mop left to drop forgotten to the floor. Sam winced at his slip up, he’d forgotten that he’d yet to tell Roy about the three rabbits that he’d found nestled behind the dumpster at work. If Roy thought Link was chatty, he should see the rabbits. The three of them could talk a mile a minute at each other nonstop.

Luckily, Sam was saved by the bell. Literally as a squealing whine pierced through the air, coming from the ceiling.

“Who used the third floor shower again!” That was Cierra who yelled out, following it up with a curse. She had been reading a magazine at the other end of the kitchen. Only two weeks ago they’d had a whole meeting about the steam from that shower causing the fire alarm to go off.

Roy frowned and pottered outside the kitchen door. “I don’t think that’s the smoke alarm hun.”

Sam paused for a moment and realised Roy was right, he’d heard enough of the smoke alarm over his ten years at The Barnyard to know it sounded deeper and less frequent. Roy pottered around trying to figure out where the sound was coming as Sam shrugged and went back to his soup. Hey, the building was old and decrepit, there was a new problem to fix every second Monday.

The sound eventually stopped, but by that point Sam had finished his soup and was washing up his dinner.

Roy reappeared with a puzzled look. “Never heard that sound in my life. It’s the most bizarre thing.” Then a phone rang. An old school landline phone mounted on the wall, it was yellow and jammed in between the fridge and a notice board. Sam he hadn’t ever noticed it before. “And I ain't had that phone ring either.” Roy wandered over to the phone with some trepidation.

Sam could only hear Roy’s side of the phone call, which contained a string of yes and I understand. Though Roy’s deepening frown was a concern. Finally Roy hung up, his face pale and ashen. “You’re all needed at 374 Wilkerson st.” He announced to a half empty kitchen, though he looked as confused as they did.

“Now?” Sam asked with a frown. “Why?”

“The Superheroes are gone.” Roy wiggled the brim of his cap, securing it in place, and he seemed to snap back into action motioning to Cierra who had wandered over. “Cierra sweetheart, I need to get a message to everyone in The Barnyard.”

She popped her gum and nodded once, “Go for it old man.” Cierra could manipulate sound, so she could amplify whatever Roy had to say, an echo of his voice reaching all corners of The Barnyard.

He cleared his throat. “Excuse me everyone. You have all just been promoted to active superheroes and are required to present yourselves at 374 Wilkerson st. immediately. There has been an attack.” He waved at Cierra to stop amplifying his voice, realising something awful. “Isn’t that where Bradley and Haven are working?” He tipped off his hat and rubbed at his balding head, he always considered most the residents at The Barnyard as his own children, and so imagining them in any danger was unbearable.

“Well, get on with you.” Roy yelled to the gathered crowd. “Get to Wilkerson st.”

Sam was one of the first to take off, he ran the three blocks to find the building had crumpled in out itself, like cardboard left out in the rain, still standing, but the walls were all bent and weak. A thick black smoke drifted out of the top storey windows up into the night sky.

He pushed the through the crowd of civilians watching on, and stood staring up at the scene, frozen to the ground. His friends were in there, probably suffering. But how could communicating with animals possible help in this situation?

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#2019-07-21 23:20:57, as written by partially-stars

alex grant
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Alex wasn't terribly long in from work when the alarm started going off. Twelve hour shifts were bad enough, and having to do overtime just made it worse. It hadn't been anyone's decision as such. But they'd had a few issues early in the day which had lead to knock-on delays and had lead to Alex working an hour longer than she was supposed to. She'd planned on cooking dinner, but god knows she didn't have the energy. So she stopped briefly on her way home to grab some Thai food from one of the healthier joints she'd found that wasn't massively out of her way. She'd stopped briefly in her room to change out of her uniform to a jumper and jeans, before heading back to their communal kitchen. She wouldn't have bothered, except she kinda wanted to see Roy. The gruff landlord was often a little grumpy, but he did his best, and he looked out for them. Well, that and the light in her room was flickering again, and her usual solution of just hitting the switch a few times hadn't quite worked.

Having mentioned the problem to Roy (his response had simply been a vaguely exasperated sigh and a promise to get to it eventually), she holed herself up in a corner of the room with a radiology magazine and her satay, making it as clear as possible that she didn't want to be spoken to or anyway disturbed. So when the alarm started blaring, she just looked up with vague disdain. But then it didn't shut off. And it didn't sound like the apartment fire alarm. She was too far away to hear the exact conversation between Sam, Roy, and Cierra, but the ringing of that phone and the subsequent announcement made shivers run down her spine. This had never happened before. She thought the yellow phone was an ornament or just something else that was broken, never to be fixed.

She followed everybody else to the scene, arriving shortly after Sam, elbowing her way through the civilian crowd and glaring at a few who dared to challenge her authority. She reached Sam and saw that lost, shocked expression on his face. She reached up to rest a hand on his shoulder to comfort him... but then a scream made her hand hover in mid-air as she froze. And then she broke into a sprint, rushing straight into the building. Of course, she almost immediately regretted it. The building was not stable in the slightest. But there was clearly injured people in there, and what could she do but help? Carefully, watching every step, she picked her way into the building. "Hello?" She called out. "Is there anyone there?"

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The tiny metal sphere hovered in the air in front of Noah. With seemingly hardly any concentration, a second joined it, and started to move around it, forming a perfect orbit, a featureless moon and earth. This was second nature to Noah now, a warm-up he'd learned at some point in the academy and one he had sustained. It was so simple, but brought his abilities back up to the surface. A colleague's phone was having issues, and Noah had agreed to try and fix it for them before they paid a professional. He'd actually managed to do most of it without his abilities, but he needed to ease things back into place. He was tired and his hands were shaking, but he figured his abilities might offer a "steady hand" as it were.

He'd just gotten the final piece into place when the alarm started blaring and made him jump. The fact he could hear it even without his hearing aids in meant that it was loud and urgent. He fumbled around, finding the hearing aids again and sliding them into place. At first, he thought that the fire alarm was just being particularly annoying. But then came Roy's voice. An announcement, saying they were needed downtown. But... it couldn't be. Active service? Them? At least half of the Barnyard's residents were there because it was free accommodation in a decent location in New York and a guaranteed job. None of them had ever expected to be called up to active service. But here they were.

He carefully slid the cover back onto the phone and pulled on a hoodie. He felt like he really should have some kind of badass costume to wear, make him feel more like a superhero. But it was kinda cold out, so a hoodie would have to do. He reached the collapsed, vaguely lopsided building just as somebody sprinted into it. His heart settled into his throat as he simply stood and stared. He couldn't fix this. He didn't have the strength to as much as lift one of the collapsed beams, let alone an entire building's worth. He could probably repair the doorbell. Or their CCTV system. But... a superhero without the physical strength to do any good? Who would never have that strength? Why the hell had they called him up for a job like this?

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#2019-07-23 01:48:48, as written by Fabricator

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AMBERxxHUANG
ELEMENTAL MIMICRY
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LOCATION: 374 Wilkerson St.

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The glare from a nearby streetlight was peeking through a gap the curtain as it spread across the bed. Amber groggily lifted her hand to block it from her already bleary eyes as she tried to make sense of her unfamiliar surroundings. She felt movement behind her as a slender arm wrapped around her torso, and pulled her closer. A faint murmuring from the bed’s other occupant accompanied the action as Amber lowered her arm with the aim to carefully extradite her from the embrace. As she moved unsteadily into a sitting position on the edge of the bed she glanced at the sleeping form of the women beside her, who had now turned away and wrapped herself tightly around the blanket; completely lost in her dreams.

Pulling herself to her feet she slowly made her way around the apartment and gathered up her hastily strewn clothing, doing her best to dress without disturbing her host. Fragments of the earlier evening were vying for her attention as she put the events together in some semblance of order, all the while she was trying to work out the fastest way home once she managed to leave. Flashes of a night-club, several shots and a packed dance-floor where bodies were entwined played across her eyelids as she blinked away her tiredness.

As she pulled her leather jacket over her black top Amber glanced back at the bed, admiring the pleasant view before gently pulling the covers up slightly to help tuck her back in. A half-smile curved her lips as more fragments of their frantic coupling replayed itself behind her eyes. Moving backwards she spied a half-drunk bottle of whiskey that she reached for and clasped tightly in one hand before using the other to unlock the door. Making good her escape she did her best to close the door behind her as quietly as she could but even so there was a faint snorting noise as the latch clicked into place.

Finding the nearest stairwell she began to make her descent, taking anywhere between one and three stairs at a time, with her balance wobbling unsteadily. Her temples were starting to ache, which she was chalking up to a lingering headache or early hangover as it could as easily be either. However as she finally stepped out into the cool night air, taking a quick gulp of the rough liquid from the bottle, she felt even worse as the pain seemed to be ramping up now that her endorphin levels were finally dropping.

Gritting her teeth while stumbling down the street she ducked into a nearby doorway, and tucked the bottle under her arm. Using her now free hands she reached into her jacket pockets and lifted out her lighter and crumpled packet of cigarettes. After a failed attempt to flick one out of the packet so she could pick it up with her lips she settled her pinching it out instead and stuffing the packet away as she cupped her hands against the wind. The pain seemed to be easing as she leaned back, inhaling deeply while her eyes fluttered shut. Breathing out the cloud of smoke she pushed away from the doorway and started making her way back to the Barnyard in earnest.

As she turned onto Wilkerson Street she started to feel uneasy, and had to stop by one of the street lights to take another mouthful of whiskey before continuing. Perhaps it was that she was getting closer to home or nearer to the superhero community as a whole, where usually she dreaded the thought of having to interact with yet another person with a look of disgust or pity in their eyes. She often got similar reception from most people, even the normal ones when she was in a rough state but the reasons behind their eyes were what made the difference because at least the normal community it was just that she was a drunken wreck. That didn’t hurt as much because she could just about manage disgust and pity, it was the distrust and loathing that cut her to the bone.

The thoughts left a bitterness in her mouth that even the whiskey couldn’t clear, causing her mood to darken further still. There now appeared to be a ringing in her ears to accompany the gnawing headache, and her already compromised centre of gravity seemed to be failing her entirely. As she stumbled and the bottle went tumbling from her grasp she clung onto a signpost to keep from falling.

”Slipped...whoops.” She half giggled, quickly becoming a hacking sob as she evaluated her current state.

”Ah, fuck...” looking further down the street she realised the ringing wasn’t so much in her head, just as the shaking appeared to be echoing all around her. That’s when she watched in abject horror as one of the buildings continued to collapse in almost glacial slowness. She stared for a moment before flinching as the realisation sunk in that the building was one of the workplaces for those at the Barnyard. Stumbling a little she made her way closer to where a group of people appeared to be gathering outside the rubble, that looked to be both survivors and potential saviours, though none of them appeared to be any of the actual superhero community, save for the handful of fellow rejects she could see. She did catch the glimpse of one of them dashing inside, which seemed madness to her since they'd be as likely to make it worse as to help. Amber couldn't quite remember her name, something beginning with an A she was sure, but it escaped her at that moment. Pushing through the growing crowd she moved gingerly towards one of the few people she was still on vague speaking terms with.

”Sup' Sam... erm. What's happened?” She was trying her best to strike up conversation but in the pit of her stomach she was feeling ill at the idea. As she smiled uncertainly towards to Zoolingualist she began to twitch her Zippo lighter between her fingers, making a steady clicking noise. Her fingertips were slowly shifting to a metallic hue as her nervousness increased.

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#2019-07-23 05:59:34, as written by Mirona

EMMY BLACKBURN
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"You want me to come back there and cook the food for you, Tom?" Emmy cracked playfully, throwing a towel through the order window at the burly cook.

The fluorescent kitchen light flickered as the bearded chef caught the towel with one hand and tossed it back at her, squinted at Emmy with a smirk on his face. "Careful, princess, you'll burn the whole place down."

Grinning playfully, Emmy stood up straight from her position leaning through the window and grabbed the two plates of pancakes Tom had slid through the opening. "Yeah that'd be a damn shame," she sarcastically threw over her shoulder as she turned from the window toward the rest of the diner.

Emmy set the plates down in front of the only two men in the entire diner. The men were clearly inebriated, but so were most of their nighttime clientele. "Two 'Tommy's Late Night Specials'," she flashed a genuine smile, "Anything else I can get for you gentlemen?"

One man slurred something about 'giving them something extra', but Emmy couldn't be bothered with them. Her shift was almost over and she saw no need to get Tom involved -which she knew he would if an issue arose. She turned and made her way back to the kitchen area as the door chimed to announce the arrival of the incoming waitress, Nia.

Emmy felt the collapse before the rest of them. The intense vibrations of it almost sent her to her knees. She stood stunned while Nia, still raising her hand in greeting, looked concerned. Then a sudden, jolting vibration hit the diner. The fluorescent lights flickered ominously and the entire floor seemed to give one gasping heave to the side before settling to its original position, the faux chandeliers swaying precariously. Emmy looked between Tom and Nia. They knew she had powers and they knew that she would have to investigate if only for her own curiosity. Nia waved her off, "Go, go," the other waitress said hurriedly. Emmy gave Nia a gracious smile without a word and quickly untied her work apron, tossing it on the counter. She grabbed her small leather bag from under the bar and bolted for the door. As the she exited, she heard Nia yell at her retreating figure, "And text me later, I wanna know the details!"

Once outside, Emmy kneeled in the diner parking lot and felt the ground with her palm. Focusing, she quickly stretched her powers out. Within a few minutes, her ability told her everything she needed to know. Collapsed building, close to the Barnyard, trapped people. No superheroes yet, but if she stretched her ability a little further, she could sense some vibrations she recognized -people from the Barnyard. 'Why are they there?' Emmy thought to herself as she reeled back in her ability and stood up.

Emmy sprinted the few blocks to Wilkerson Street where she could tell the building had stood based on her ability and by following the general sound of mayhem coming from the direction. She skidded to a stop at the crowd gathered around the wreckage. Through the crowd, she could make out the backs of some people. Sam, Noah, Alex.. As she weaseled her way through the pack of shocked spectators, Emmy tried to reason with her thoughts. No superheroes at the scene yet, but for some reason the Barnyard's reserve heroes were all called to the action? And wasn't this that building that some of the people at the Barnyard worked at? Would they have been in there at this hour? Her thoughts were jumbled, but she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that was not just caused by the rolling vibrations drowning her senses.

As Emmy finally pushed through the thickest part of the crowd, she almost barreled into Sam's back. She righted herself and stepped up beside him and Noah, recognizing that Alex had already stepped into the fray -of course she had. The vibrations and suffocating amounts of dust coming off the wreckage were making Emmy nauseous and she started to sweat through her itchy yellow waitress uniform. She knew her ability to move earth could be tremendously helpful here. Looking at the big slabs of concrete, Emmy felt in her bones the same sense that she had so many years ago -that she could make these slabs of rock do whatever she willed them to do. But she hadn't practiced moving more than a few rocks in years. What if she caused more harm than good? But then again, if the reserve Barnyard powers were being called to the scene, then that meant the superheroes weren't coming, which meant that Emmy might be one of the only people at the Barnyard with a strong enough power to physically move these chunks of concrete. She could feel the people moving helplessly beneath the rubble. If she focused, she could feel familiar vibration signatures of people from the Barnyard -Brad, Haven-, and another friend, a regular at the diner -Bo-, but Emmy tried hard to not focus because she knew that if she felt those vibrations of people she knew and she sensed that they were injured -or worse- that would undo her and she would be no help at all.

Emmy looked up at stricken faces of Sam and Noah. They were both good friend of hers and it pained her -almost physically- to see them looking this helpless. She carefully looked between each of them and then gave a heaving, shuddering sigh. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?" she stuttered to no one in particular. Emmy's life was full of joking around and helping people with their emotional problems, not this type of disaster. This was reserved for career superheroes -real superheroes. As she glanced away from her friends and back at the wreckage she thought to herself, 'I'm not made to be a hero.'

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#2019-07-24 07:06:16, as written by huneycomb

marina ayers
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xThe shift at the aquarium had been interesting to say the least. She couldn't count on her hands how many times she had to gently reprimand the children for 'man-handling' the stingrays. What an ironic thing for her to be doing during her time on land. Marina couldn't even imagine what her folks would say if they could see her now. The future queen of Atlantis, protecting stingrays from six year olds. In some ways being near the aquatic life calmed her. Although seeing them trapped in a cage was rather barbaric, she had hoped that her presence eased their discomfort. She wasn't like Sam where she could hear them, but some part of her felt them, their pain - anger. Her mother always used to say, 'you are one with the sea Marina', but she mainly thought of it as bullshit.

Marina had nearly everything prepared for her nightly routine. Her bathtub was nearly filled to the brim with water and she had just finished pouring her last can of table salt in as well. Someone had finally noticed the constant disappearance of the salt from the kitchen so she began buying her own and hiding them in her bathroom cabinet. It was a bizarre sight. The one annoying part of living on land was her need for water. Not only did she have to drink nearly twice the regularly daily amount but if she didn't soak herself in salt water for an hour every day she would be sick.

She had just begun to disrobe when the most horrid sound came from nowhere in her room. She clutched her ears tightly, expecting - well everything horrible to occur when Roy's voice filled the room. "Excuse me everyone. You have all just been promoted to active superheroes and are required to present yourselves at 374 Wilkerson st. immediately. There has been an attack.” Her heart fluttered in her chest. Promoted? Attack? This was the first time they had ever been asked to do something on a larger scale. Marina couldn't deny that she was nervous, but there was an excitement to it as well. She couldn't deny that she had been waiting for something like this for a while - of course not a disaster but an opportunity.

Marina changed as quickly as she could into one of her black bodysuits that she mainly used for training as dashed out of the building to the location. When she arrived, her expression faltered as she saw the crumpling building in front of her. All of her insecurities began to slowly seep in like a ghostly chill as she hesitantly remained near the outskirts of the crowd. Suddenly she saw Sam and Emmy at the front of the crowd then to Alex as she dashed inside the building and her expression hardened. These people made her feel welcome - happy when she was alone and she refused to let them down.

Shoving throw the crowd is much easier with a determined expression amongst your face, it's almost as if those around her just understood what she needed and moved out of the way. Marina managed to burst through the front of the crowd coming out directly behind Sam and Emmy. Looking between the two she instantly noticed Emmy's anxiousness, call it- friend intuition. Marina gently placed a hand on her shoulder her eyes softening. "Hey- you got this, okay? Why don't you use that freaky touch of yours and find the survivors?" Marina knew Emmy was a bit lazy when it came to training but hell, that girl could touch a wall and tell Marina she was taking a bath. It was amazing. Her friend just needed a little faith, which Marina had plenty of. She turned to Sam briefly, "I'm going to try and put out that fire before it gets worse" and with a nod of her head she was off dashing around the perimeter of the building. Thankfully on the left side there was a bright red fire hydrant just waiting for her to use. "Alright water, don't let me down now" She muttered as she extended her hand towards the hydrant, flexing her fingers. Deep within her chest she could feel a rumble, like a thousand waves crashing at once and suddenly the hydrant began to shake. Marina pushed harder with her mind and suddenly a screw popped off the side, then another as tiny streams of water began to shoot out of the cracks. Her hands began to shake and with a small cry she flung her hands upward promptly exploding the fire hydrant. If she wouldn't have been so caught up in the task at hand she would've jumped for joy but there was no time for celebration.

As the water shot out of the hole in the ground Marina trained her hand on it and with a flick of her wrist directed it towards the flames slowly licking away at the building. She couldn't help the toothy grin that appeared on her face as she watched the water begin to eat the flames. I'm really doing it, oh thank Triton.

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#2019-07-25 08:59:10, as written by Chompers

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LOCATION: The Barnyard

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Sam looked up to see Alex approaching. She was cool, confident and always sure of herself and so he looked to her with a lost look. “Alex, I don’t-“ As he was speaking she was reaching up to pat his shoulder but they both froze mid action as a scream tore itself away from the crumbling building. And then he saw Doctor Grant, compassionate and unable to say no to any person suffering, she dashed inside without thinking of her own safety for even a moment. His yell after her died in his throat, she wouldn’t listen.

”Sup' Sam... erm. What's happened?” He turned around to look down at Amber who had appeared by his side. He froze, biting his lip and looking towards the building. Of course, he knew the history between Brad and Amber, he’d been in their year at the Academy and knew all the gossip, even if Brad refused to talk about any of it. Brad had been determined to avoid a reunion when he'd moved in. Back then though, Brad was only going to be sleeping on his floor for a couple nights, two weeks at most. He's managed to avoid his high school ex for 8 months.

Surely she had a right to know he could be seriously injured in there. “In there-" He paused and looked back to the building. There was a definite chance that Brad could be dead, but even then, Sam was sure he’d want his secrets kept. He was definitely the type of guy who was intending on going to the grave with his secrets.

Luckily, he was saved from responding, by Emmy. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?" He looked down at her with a soft gaze, his heart breaking to see her so unsure of herself. She was always so confident and peppy, he was the quiet one. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders but was saved from response by Marina, who appeared to give the pep talk before dashing off bravely, his heart hammered for her safety.

Sam straightened up, ready to be brave when a roar of a motorbike cut through the crowd. A woman a few years older than him strutted over. Clearly, she was sent from some high power, she knew everything about them and was way more battle ready that Sam was.

Happy to follow orders and avoid all leadership Sam nodded to her instructions. He grabbed the radio she hovered in the air in front of him and ran toward the building, pausing for a moment to give Emmy a reassuring smile. “She has to know what she’s talking about right?”

Sam walked into the building, to his left, what looked like it used to be a water cooler was crushed in the corner leaving the entire floor is a puddle of water, the destruction turned Sam’s stomach. A moth fluttered from out of the debris, his hurried comments assaulting Sam’s ear. Talking to animals, and calming them down was something he could do, and he felt a little of his confidence return. “Hey there, little man.” He cooed holding out a hand for the moth to land on. “You’re okay.” The moth fluttered its wings. “Yeah, I know it’s a bit crazy right now. Look, we need to find the survivors, I need you help.” The moth flapped its wings twice and rose into the air. “And can you spread the word if you see any more moths.”

Sam watched the moth take off, up through the cracks in the unstable ceiling. He took a deep breathe, if the moth could be brave so could he. He ran for the double wide stairs to the second storey that were on his right. “Haven? Brad?” He froze on the second step as an unbearable pain descended upon him. It passed momentarily, but he knew that pain for what it was, Brad's powers. Which meant Brad was alive somewhere in this building, and not in a good way. He was now more determined to search this building from top to bottom.

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#2019-07-28 23:04:10, as written by partially-stars

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Alex was starting to think that maybe she should have thought before running into the building. The floor had caved in in places, and in others, there were piles of rubble that Alex had to clamber over. She'd lost her footing and had slipped down a particularly large pile, catching her thigh on something on the way down. The wound didn't seem to be too deep, but she was afraid it wasn't clean. Gritting her teeth, she willed the blood already seeping out of the wound to speed up, to flow heavier. As soon as she was sure that the dirt and debris was out of the wound, the blood flow stopped and instead began to clot. Picking her feet, slow and steady, she made her way through the building. Somebody stumbled out of an adjacent room, making Alex jump and almost lose her balance. The woman was dressed in a shirt and skirt, but appeared to be wielding a part of a desk as a weapon. Alex threw her hands up.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded and brandished the desk leg threateningly. She was limping, and there was blood trickling out of a cut on her forehead. "My name's Alex, I'm here to help. Are you okay? I can take a look at that if you want," she asked. The woman didn't look so sure, but she at least lowered the table leg. Alex made her way over to her and gently put her fingers either side of the woman's cut. It clotted as soon as Alex's hand touched her face. The woman's hand reached up to touch the wound.

"Wow. Are you-"
"You need to get out of here, okay? Back that way, you'll be able to get out. Be careful, okay?" She ordered, turning and working her way further into the building. She hadn't gotten terribly far when her vision went black, and she experienced pain like she never had before. She felt herself sink to her knees, but she couldn't focus on anything other than the pain. And then, just like that, it faded. Alex was on her knees, leaning against a wall. Pain like that only came from one source.

"Brad?" She called, taking into as much of a run as she could manage, which was a bit of a lopsided jog. Well, at least he was alive. That was something.

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A few people seemed to arrive all at once. Amber, drunk. Noah could smell the alcohol off of her and he wasn't even standing beside her. Then Emmy, clearly terrified, and as lost as Noah felt. Marina arrived, the only one who seemed to be able to help. Noah felt even more useless, seeing how helpful she was. And then a woman appeared, one that instinctively made Noah want to shrink into himself even more. From what he could ascertain, she appeared to be taking charge of the situation. She addressed him, but because she wasn't looking at him directly, reading her lips was difficult, and he just had to guess that she wanted them to follow Sam. Which is what he wanted to do. He jogged to catch up with them as they entered the building.

He glanced over at Emmy. "What's her problem?" He signed to her, confident that the scary woman wouldn't be able to understand him. Sam had a... conversation with a moth, which was a little weird to see, but he was more than used to it if he was honest. The pain that overwhelmed them for a few seconds terrified Noah. For a second, he thought that it was just him, that there was something wrong with him. He looked at Sam, who had frozen. It then hit him that he was supposed to be going to the basement, not upstairs with the others.

"I need to go to the basement. I... I don't want to go alone," he admitted, looking between them. Because he didn't know what else was out there, and wasn't sure that he could quite manage to do it by himself. But Sam seemed so determined to search the building. "I'll be fine, don't worry," he recovered. "Look after yourselves."

He turned and headed back down the stairs, slowly, slowly, watching every step. He found a door to the stairwell, but it was locked. He closed his eyes, feeling for the lock inner workings. He manipulated them into place and twisted the door handle, grinning. He couldn't do many things, but he was a handy lockpick if nothing else. He took a deep breath, staring down the stairs.

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#2019-08-08 06:59:59, as written by Chompers

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xxx"You can take away pain." Bo said and Brad felt their eyes on him as he doubled over, a pressing ache in the back of his skull. Whatever kind of power he’d drawn on his body was taking it out on him.

“I don’t advertise it.” Brad’s voice was close to a growl as he straightened up and rolled out his shoulders, willing away the after effects of using so much magic. He chose not to question how they had figured out his powers.

Unfortunately Bo was staring right at him, forcing Brad into reluctant eye contact. Then, they did the unthinkable and raised their hands up, wanting to do whatever the hell had happened again, and Brad blanched. He could still feel the tingling of magic rushing through his veins, trying to break out and reek habit. “Fuck no.”

"You will take away their pain. Because you don't want to hurt anyone. I know you just want to help." Brad shook his head, no words coming. In his experience power like his hurt more than it ever healed, and he didn’t want to be in charge of that kind of power again. "So don't be afraid, Brad. Try it again. Trust me." Bo’s eyes were warm and encouraging.

Brad flicked his eyes down to Bo’s outstretched hand, eyeing it like you would a dangerous animal, they were right, Brad didn’t want to help all the people who were hurt and suffering. But he didn’t’ want to add any more pain. He teetered on the decision for a while before shaking his head. Bo was kind and with good intentions but they hadn’t been there when Brad lost control, they didn’t know what his powers could be like. “You’ve got no fucking clue what happens when I try things.” He took a physical step back rejecting them.

Then he heard his name. "Brad?" A question in a voice he recognised, one of the few people he let his walls down a little around.

“Alex?” He didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, but he ran past Bo, taking a corner into what used to be a kitchen, now crumpled and ashen. That’s when he saw Alex running, or trying to, his eyes instantly searching and finding the dark red stain on her thigh. “How are you here right now?” He asked running over to her, he wanted to take away her pain but he felt his powers waning from overuse, at that moment he couldn’t have even taken away the pain of a splinter.
Not on his own at least.

Without thinking or even warning them, he grabbed at Bo’s hand. On the moment of contact he felt his dwindling powers multiple, then triple, expanding quickly out of control. Brad expected it this time, able to reign it in sharpen it. He looked up to see Bo’s eyes were glowing and when he looked at Alex, again he had gained the ability feel the pain radiating from her thigh.
Brad didn’t even have to touch her to remove the pain. Once he was done he closed his eyes, using his powers to grope through the building, looking for sources of pain, soothing them when he found them.

Eventually, he felt a pulling at the back of his scalp, and opening his eyes his pulled his hand back from Bo. Even with Bo’s help he’d reached his limit. The very instant his fingers drew away from Bo’s hand, a crushing pressure slammed into the back of his skull, punishment for using so much magic. Dropping to his flanks he pulled out his flask for a last swig of whiskey, feeling it was nearly empty he waved it up to Alex and Bo. “Finish it off for me?”

With a cough and wheeze he rose up again, cracking his neck to the side. “So now what do we do?” As he spoke there was a crack and part of the roof came tumbling down around them, along with all the bits of furniture the floor had been supporting.

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Alex heard Brad before she saw him. Relief flooded through her at the knowledge that he was, at least, still walking and talking. She exhaled with relief as she saw him. But her eyes instinctively moved to the blood on his side. "I... did something really stupid?" She admitted, laughing a little with relief. But it seemed that he wasn't listening. He was looking at her leg. With the relief, she'd hardly even noticed it. She shook her head. "It's fine, don't-"

But Brad was already reacting, reaching out to grab something behind him. It was only then she spotted the person behind Brad. Brad grabbed her hand, and Alex struggled to process what happened next. Without even having to touch her, the pain from her leg vanished instantaneously. The stranger's eyes glowed. And then, as soon as it happened, Brad dropped to the floor, clearly exhausted.

"I..." Alex started, lost for words. "What the hell just happened? Who are you?" She asked, directing the second question at the stranger. Alex was certain that they weren't a hero, and she hadn't seen them around the Barnyard. When Brad offered a drink, Alex took it, draining the bottle. The burn felt good. She exhaled heavily, running a hand through her hair. Jesus Christ, this had all seemed so straight forward in the heat of the moment.

Brad started to say something, but the crash of the ceiling collapsing further stole his words in the noise. She threw herself on the ground, covering her head. Furniture came crashing down around them, and she felt something pinning her arm down. She swore she could hear a crack, but yanked her arm free regardless. She almost immediately regretted it, but sat up anyway. "We need to get out of here," she mumbled, half to herself more than anything else. "We need to get out," she repeated, louder. "Are you guys okay? Can you move? Is anyone bleeding?" She asked. She was pretty sure her arm was broken, but no head injuries, and no more blood wounds, which was good at least. She could conserve her power for the others.

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xxxNo. Bo knew how petite they were. It wasn’t that. It was how Bo felt inside. For the longest xxxtime, Bo had been content and accepting of the way they were, and how they would make
xxxa difference, one small, petite step at a time. But that was when they thought they were,
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xxxKnowing that they had this ability changed the way they had previously viewed things.
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And here they were, standing before a dire situation, yet again just a regular human being. When Brad showed that he had no interest in trying again and backed away, Bo, almost in the same motion, gently faded away from the bigger man. They looked down at their outstretched hands, watching them close gently. Little hands that could barely do anything.

"Brad?"

Bo turned their head to see a young woman dressed in a jumper and jeans, hobble towards them. When Brad called out her name, Alex, and ran past them, Bo was surprised. He had sounded so much more... relaxed. Well, as relaxed as one could be in a situation they were in now. It wasn't a tone Bo was used to hearing from their acquaintance. He sounded like he cared.

Alex, who had been injured, from a stab to the thigh from the looks of it. Bo walked up towards them, planning to offer some help, perhaps making a tourniquet, if if could help. Bo never really had much experience with first aid.

Just as Bo was thinking about opening their mouth to ask if they needed any assistance, Brad grabbed hold on their hand.

As their eyes beamed brighter than the north star, Bo gasped like they had just broke the surface of the water. The familiar surge of energy filled the void between them, a connection reestablished. Still, unmoving, but aware of Brad's need for more control, Bo relinquished their own, letting Brad reign everything into focus. Like focusing the flow of the hose into a water jet cleaner, high precision, stronger, and a longer range. For that moment itself, Bo's body did not feel like their own. They could feel Brad working, channeling their powers together to ease Alex's pain, and then the pain of everyone else around them. When Brad finally released them, almost simultaneously, a sharp pain pounced upon them, assaulting their head and hand with an immense pain. Bo hissed through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut, fists shaking as they attempted to power through the agonizing ordeal. There was a faint ringing in their ears and when Bo opened their eyes, the images before them doubled and hazy.

"- happened? Who are you?"

"I'm Bo Kappel, I work here." Bo replied to the part of the question they heard when they recovered, shaking out the pain from the hand that Brad grabbed. Looking at the rather intimidating Alex, with a sheepish, tired, bare-teethed grin, Bo continued, "I mean no harm."

“Finish it off for me?”

While Alex drank from the flask, Bo gave Brad a sort of half-smile that didn't really reach their eyes, but nonetheless gave him a thumbs-up. Sure, Bo was more than overjoyed that Brad had eased a lot of people's suffering, but the repercussions he had to go through, and the lingering thought that if Alex hadn't arrived, then Brad wouldn't have done what he did, added more discord to Bo's mind.

Perhaps it was for this reason, or the fact that Bo was tired from their ordeal throughout the night, or maybe a combination of those two, but Bo barely had time to register the ceiling above collapsed and watched as Alex dove to the ground, assuming a defensive shell as the debris rained in from above.

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xxxBrad was going to blame the overuse of his powers, for his sluggish response time. He didn't duck and cower like Alex, protecting himself from harm, instead he looked up and the debris crashed overhead. He wasn't sure what exactly hit him, but it was metal and solid as it cracked him across the head. He head whipped to the left and his body followed, flopping onto his stomach, unable to even hold itself up as his head begun ringing.

By the time the ringing in Brad's head stopped and his brain felt like it had slid back to the proper place in his skull, the crumbling above had ceased. "Are you guys okay? Can you move? Is anyone bleeding?" Alex's voice, and in response he rose on his elbows giving her a nod. With a growl he shoved a splintered desk off him, and rose on wobbly feet. He saw Alex across from him doing the same.

His face felt wet and his vision tinted red, when he wiped at his eyes with his left hand it came away red and bloody. He lifted up his shirt using it to scrub away the blood coating his face, or at least the excess blood that was blocking his vision and falling into his mouth, but blood kept flowing from whatever wound caused it.

He looked over at Alex, her face hard. He imagined this was the face her patients got to see, all determined to save lives and haul ass. Even as her arm fell mangled and useless by her side, he wanted to use his powers to help her but he didn’t anything left. He was tapped out. He held up his hand, palm out towards her, letting her know he was okay, and warding her off in case she had any ideas about using her powers on him. He was fine and he spit out a mouthful of blood to prove it.

"The little bugger?" He asked her, before beginning his own search, his eyes scanning the room and ground. The he spotted it a bare metre from the tow of his boot, one tiny hand sticking out from under a large chunk of ceiling. "Bo." The single syllable tore out of throat like a growl without his permission. He dropped down ripping the ceiling hunk off their petite body, still breathing.

He grabbed their shirt, once white and crisp, giving them a rough shake. “Bo.” This time their name was a gruff command, demanding that they wake up and be okay. He was reminded for a moment of his step sister’s blue bunny, whose limp limbs would swing about whichever way she chose to fling him. That’s what Bo was in his hand, limp and floppy.

He hooked an arm under their small body, hoisting them up over his shoulder with ease. He barely felt the strain, they were hardly heavier than carrying a wet towel back to his room after a shower. They needed to get out of here, he looked to Alex. “You lead.”

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#2019-08-18 01:19:44, as written by partially-stars

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There was a sickening moment where there was no response from Brad or Bo. But then Brad appeared from beneath a pile of rubble, and she exhaled with relief. But his head was covered in blood, and she was pretty sure she could see a gash on his head. She was already reaching out to him to at least slow the bleeding, but he put up a hand, as if to stop her. She complied, but her frown deepened as he spit out the mouthful of blood.

She just stared at him as he asked about “the little bugger”. It had just about clicked who he meant when he called out for them. Bo. Alex gritted her teeth, hauled herself out of the debris and clambered to her feet, cradling her injured arm to her chest as she did so. She was pretty much useless as Brad pulled away the debris, but the ease and sheer force with which he just pulled it away showed that he didn’t need her help.

Alex had only met Bo the once, and it wasn’t like Brad exactly spoke about his friends all that much. Alex hadn’t even been sure that Brad really had any friends. But the way he reacted to seeing Bo, to seeing their battered, almost lifeless body... it proved Alex wrong. He lifted them with ease, but so carefully. He turned to Alex and told her to lead. Wordlessly, she nodded, but she briefly rested a hand on his arm. She was tempted to use her power to slow the bleeding, but decided against it. If it wasn’t what he wanted, she wouldn’t use it.

Carefully, as slowly as she dared go, she led the way back out. Everything had shifted slightly. Landmarks she’d used to remember her way in and out were gone or obscured. But she’d taken a pretty straight path in and out. All the way, she picked her way carefully over the rumble, listening as carefully as she could. Somebody else could have been buried, someone else who needed her ability or Brad to pull them free.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Whoever had done this wasn’t putting up a fight. The survivors weren’t exactly being subtle as they made their way out. It didn’t seem right that they would cause one huge wave of destruction and then just leave, just disappear. As they carefully picked their way out, Alex sighed.

“Something’s up. This is too easy.”

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a character in “Superhero Rejects”, as played by partially-stars

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