Damian turned his head towards Ignotus when he said that. "Is it an odd tingling feeling thats coursing through your body? Because I thought that was just the after affects of what we went through. I'm with the rest of you though, we need to get ourselves into a safer area and find something to defend ourselves with if this is still a warzone. We don't know what kind of people, if any are left, are here and we all know what can happen when people are forced to survive on whatever they can find, even if they have to kill for it."
He saw a small lead pipe and picked it up, giving a good swing with it to test it's weight. It probably wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be but it's better than having nothing at all to defend himself with.
*Seth vaulted off the booth and landed next to Siri*
"Well if it never happened while you were around, then something in the Worlds Fair set up changed it drastically."
*He pointed to the ruins of the Eiffel Tower*
"I don't know about the rest of you, bu I suggest we make our way towards the Tower. There's an... erm... used to be an abundance of shops near it, plus the stands around the tower itself. If there's anything worth our time, that's where we need to start. From there we need to find the nearest government building, if there are any even left."
*Seth bent down to a pile of scrap metal and slipped a small jagged piece into his sleeve*
"I would suggest everyone who doesn't feel comfortable, arm themselves for the worst. Nothing to obvious, but enough to win in a surprise attack. If we're lucky, we won't need anything."
*With a small gasp of pain Seth dropped to his knees in pain His bones were on fire again. For a time he just stared at the ground trying to stop convulsing and hopefully getting the stream of tears to stop falling. After what seemed to be an eternity everything numbed and suddenly felt normal again. There was no hiding that little outburst*
"And if this keeps up, I might wanna find a make shift sled and some dogs who are smart enough to pull it... that hurts."
As Seth spat out the last word, the fiery pain in his left arm lit up again, and with a cracking sound, the ulna grew and burst through his flesh, as a spike of bone, ripping the skin and flesh apart. Blood shot out of the wound, until the meat around the impromptu lance swelled up to seal the gash. Like fate grinning wickedly, he now was armed, quite literally, with his arm.
*After the initial shock of pain and blood loss Seth examined the bone, running his other hand along it and shivering at the feeling. Words couldn't exactly describe what just happened and for a while he simply moved his arm in different motions, testing to see which motions made it easy to maneuver with the weapon. He pulled the jagged metal spike out of his sleeve and tossed it on the ground*
"Before anyone beats me to the obvious, I think I found out where my pain came from. New top priority, pay attention to your body! I know I'm not the only one who's felt weird since we got here, and if this is my result, well... who knows what's going to happen to the rest of you..."
*Seth lifted his arm a few times, testing the extra weight and proceeded to go through several elegant fighting moves as if to make sure he could wield his new power*
Petrine screamed as the jagged piece of metal thrust out of the man's arm in a spray of blood.
This is terrible...stranded here, in a 1920 where the World's Fair never was, with no food, no shelter, no Mr. Tesla, no one here but us... The lean man had said to get a weapon. Petrine looked about but saw only rusty, jagged metal. She knew how to use a wrench, a screwdriver, and a hammer, but blades and clubs were utterly foreign to her. It simply wasn't what respectable people were taught. Maybe if I had a gun. I believe I could use a gun...just pull the little trigger, right?
"If you are all going to the Tower, I will go with you." Safety in numbers.
Her eyes were still fixed on the man's disfigured arm.
OOC: I'm just going to assume we all introduce ourselves to each other at some point, so I can call you by your names.
Seth could wield it like an extension of his arm - which it was. Right now, the 'lance' was a feet long and felt fairly sturdy - yet, somewhat ... hollow? The weight wasn't added, more like shifted forward, and he could feel any touch to it run down his lower arm. It was, for all arguements, an elongation of his own ulna. The only problem with fighting was that he was most likely limited to stabbing motions for any actual effect. The protruding bone hardly had any edge, so slashing and cutting was out of the question. It limited his wrist motions in so far that he couldn't tilt his hand back anymore - the bone was blocking the path. Attached to his lower arm, the usual swings like with a sword also were impossible - he only had the joints of shoulder and ellbow to move the lance. Furthermore, it was somewhat bendy. Would Seth be intrigued to find out if it would break..?
Acquired Technique (Seth): 'Bone Lance'
If under severe stress or pain, Seth may focus his discomfort into either arm, causing a violent growth of bone structure, which can serve as a stabbing weapon of sorts. This causes his skin and flesh to be cut open, and induces further pain.
*Seth felt the urge to laugh hysterically. Sent into another time or another world with a bunch of people he didn't know, hundreds and hundreds of miles from home, and now his bones were turning him into a walking pile of spikes.. The urge to laugh was almost unbearable. With the realization dawning on him that he now had somewhat of an appearance past 'the acrobat in black' he figured now as a good a time as any to get things really moving. Until someone else showed signs of unbearable power or a reality complex, he was going to have to lead. First to rise, first to fall, and probably first to kill something with a giant bone spike sticking from his arm*
"Ok... I know this is going to sound weird, but given what's happened, I think we need to get to know each other on our little trek to the Tower and it's surroundings. You're probably wonder how I cam to that brilliant conclusion given that there's a large piece of my skeletal structure sticking nonchalantly out of my arm... well that's actually exactly the reason I case to that conclusion. Unless I'm going to be the unique little snowflake, I'm guessing everyone has something feeling wrong with them and there's a good chance that whatever that feeling is, is going to manifest itself in similar form. The only example we have is well, me. My bones have done nothing but ache and pain me since we arrived, and now my bones are literally showing themselves."
*Seth Bowed gracefully, sticking the bone arm out*
"My name is Seth Dracovitch. I'd say it's nice to meet everyone, but this isn't really the time for niceties."
Ignotus ponders quickly getting to know this group, he has always operated alone, and doesn't want to be slowed down. He decides that it is in his best interest if he doesn't operate alone.
"I agree that we all should go as a group to the site where the tower was. Strength in numbers, right?"
"You can call me Ignotus, I'd give you a last name if I had one. And forgive me if I seem paranoid, but its moments like this where I am glad I never leave the house unarmed."
He shifts his weight slightly, and with a quick slight of hand(he was always very dexterous) pulls out an elongated blade in a sheath that resembles This, with a 5 inch blade and flat black. His suspicion towards the group rises, he does not like being noticed by anyone.
"Due to my profession, I can never leave my home unarmed, it would be a very bad idea."
As Seth relaxed, the bone lance became brittle. As it shows, it was indeed hollow. Within a matter of seconds, the bone turned porose, developed growing holes and finally fell of. The wound leaked a bit of reddish translucent fluid and left a dying down sting of pain in his left hand. Apparently, the 'lance' was only temporary.
*As the bone fell to pieces at his feet he sighed and brushed the crumbs from the jagged scar it left*
"I need to learn how to do that without the spasms, then maybe I'll feel a bit better. Oh right, and I may need to tailor myself a new skin suit since I have a feeling this one is going to be full of holes in no time..."
*He turned to Ignotus and laughed softly trying to lighten the mood in light of his arm freaking out on him*
"You 're profession is dangerous, my profession is dangerous, Siri's profession nearly killed us. Show of hands, who here does not have a line of work that involves putting yourself in harms way on a daily basis? And then a show of hands of who has no idea how to defend themselves. If we're stuck here, I'm teaching everyone the basics of survival, you're going to need it."
"You people are crazy..." Petrine muttered in a hushed voice, even as she realized she might well be slashed ear to ear for the comment. Are they actually enjoying themselves? Why would anyone want to put themselves in harm's way? That's exactly what our work was trying to prevent! This world...these freakish powers...it can't be as he said. I'm normal. There's nothing wrong with my body, nothing wrong with me...
But there was. There was only one logical conclusion. She had gone mad.
I'm still at the fair. I'm just having a dream. Or a delusion, brought about by the electro-coils...any minute now I'll wake up and my parents will be there, I just have to
"WAKE UP!!" she screamed, shaking her fists against the sky, as though pounding on an invisible trapdoor.
The sound of creaking metal...
She could not cry. She had not shed a tear since she was fourteen, when she left her home, her country, for the stinking banlieue on the outskirts of Paris.
The chittering of a rat...
A rat. There had been rats in the banlieue, and cockroaches. She sometimes saw the bodies of the ones her father killed, piled in the garbage heap. Could she kill a rat? She was terribly hungry...
The thought turned her stomach, but she resisted the impulse to retch. She would survive. She had to survive.
Slowly she opened her eyes, keeping her hands raised, her thick goggles and square jaw betraying no emotion. "My name is Petrine Eisenberg. What do you propose that will get us back to normal faster than standing around and talking?"
*Seth scratched at the scar left by his bone and turned towards Petrine*
"Getting us back to normal isn't really the concern. It's more concern over who can do what, and if we can even control our... 'gifts.' For now however, let's all head towards the Tower and the shops that usually would be surrounding it. I'm rather hungry after all the pain I've had to deal with..."
*Seth spun around on a heel and somersaulted over a patch of overgrown ushes and landed on what appeared to be the remnants of a sidewalk. The sooner the better he thought, if the transformation of his skeleton made him feel this hungry, he wanted to eat good and well before and after he had to use it... if he could even figure out how to use it.*
Ignotus sheathed his dagger, and adjusted his goggles, debating on whether or not to ask... It's probably better to get it out of the way now.
"Seth, wait. Before we came here, where ever this is, I could see in the sunlight, it wasn't great, my night vision is better, but, I can't take these goggles off, if I do I'm instantly blinded and nauseas."
"Am I the only one that feels like this?" "Other than that, we should go to the tower site as soon as possible."
*Seth turned around and pondered the thought for a time*
"Ok, so you're blind without the goggles. And you say you have good vision at night? When it gets dark out, I suggest taking them off. It's possible the sun's rays are giving off a sort of radiation that can't penetrate the goggles, but has screwed up your eyes. That doesn't explain how you got close enough to the sun long enough to get that much of it without burning to a crisp though. Of course, we haven't really been able to explain my bones either, so I guess scientific example isn't the answer for once. Try not to do anything that would put the goggles in harm's way. We don't know if the goggles are keeping your sight or if any lens will do. Breaking them could spell bad news."
*Seth turned to the crowd*
"Alright, speak up. Ignotus has sight problems. I have bone problems. Does anyone else feel even the slightest bit strange? This may be the most important question of the day..."
"I feel this weird tingling in my body, but I think I can...I think I'm able to shift it to this pipe...I doubt it'll do much though but I wonder..." Damian concentrated for about ten minutes and on instinct threw the pipe a fair distance away from the group towards a concrete wall that was crumbling. He noticed a red energy cackled on the object and felt a strange disturbance. "I suggest everyone get behind something!"
Chris I'm assuming that the pipe is a medium object, if not please correct me.
As the pipe flew through the air, it gained an impressive amount of speed - faster than it should have been, actually. The arcs that danced over the surface of the metal stretched themselves out, then stopped for a split second ... only to accelerate the pipe after it straigthened itself out with a crackling sound. As if it was flung by a crossbow or a bow, the pipe slammed tip first into the concrete pillar of the small, detoriated angelic statue Damian aimed for, pierced the material about a handspan deep, with shards of rubble showering the vincinity of the impact. As the dust settled, the pipe was stuck deep into the concrete, with a few last arcs sparking up.
Acquired Technique (Damian): 'Kinetic Fling'
If Damian concentrates on his inner body-energy, he can send the energy of nerve impulses into carrier material, namely metal. If flung with the intent of throwing the object hard, the energy is used to produce a magnetic field in resonance with the Earth's core to stabilize the object and move it as fast as possible away from Damian.
OOC (for s_d):
10 minutes is too long. An object like a pipe, 30 seconds is fine. Something like a knife, depending on how much effect you want, 10 seconds is fine. If you wanna hurl a steel beam of 5,000 lbs, we talk about 10 minutes again.
As the pipe flew through the air, it gained an impressive amount of speed - faster than it should have been, actually. The arcs that danced over the surface of the metal stretched themselves out, then stopped for a split second ... only to accelerate the pipe after it straigthened itself out with a crackling sound. As if it was flung by a crossbow or a bow, the pipe slammed tip first into the concrete pillar of the small, detoriated angelic statue Damian aimed for, pierced the material about a handspan deep, with shards of rubble showering the vincinity of the impact. As the dust settled, the pipe was stuck deep into the concrete, with a few last arcs sparking up.
Acquired Technique (Damian): 'Kinetic Fling'
If Damian concentrates on his inner body-energy, he can send the energy of nerve impulses into carrier material, namely metal. Of flung with the intent of throwing the object hard, the energy is used to produce a magnetic field in resonance with the Earth's core to stabilize the object and move it as fast as possible away from Damian.
OOC (for s_d):
10 minutes is too long. An object like a pipe, 30 seconds is fine. Something like a knife, depending on how much effect you want, 10 seconds is fine. If you wanna hurl a steel beam of 5,000 lbs, we talk about 10 minutes again.
(Good to know, I think we'll probably be tweaking this guy as we go along. )
"Holy ☺☺☺☺! That was amazing! I wonder what else I can throw....Well thats not important right now. It's strange though, I thought there'd be a kaboom, an earth shattering kaboom...Eh don't want to attract too much attention to ourselves though so don't look a gift horse in the mouth as they say." Damian smiled, this was just like his favorite stories as a kid that he used to read from his grandfather's library. It dawned on him though that he had just through a perfectly good weapon and made a mental note on to watch what he uses as ammunition.
Ignotus vision became blurry, and the image stabilized itself after a minute. The world around him still looked as it did before, but it seemed like the saturation went down. Red was still red and blue still blue, just ... less vivid. And as he looked around, specifically at the rusted tower, things in the distance seemed rather plain, as if they had lost ... depth. Whatever was going on, right now there was no clear positive advantage to be found. Interestingly, when he looked at his new companions, they seemed to shine, and where the only spots that had slightly more intense colours.
Due to a change in Ignotus DNA, his retina and receptor cells of his eyes have shifted in the wave-lengths they can pick up. He perceives the normal spectrum of light with extreme intensity, as his eyes have changed to pick up faint infrared emissions. When he has his eyes closed and there is a extremely strong source of heat in front of him, it's the equivalent of having a flashlight pointed at one's face - the infrared radiation pierces the eyelid's skin. On the other hand, he can see in the dark, perceives twilight as "slightly bright", and daylight as blinding.
His goggles currently dim the visible spectrum of light, but also dimish his ability to pickup infrared emissions, as the lenses block the heat from reaching the receptor cells. In daylight conditions, he can see normally, though he loses a bit of depth perception due to the shift and lack of cells supporting the full spectrum of visible light.
OOC (for Weaver):
The way this works is simple. If it's twilight, you can see alright. It's like a sunny day without shades. Bright, but bearable. If it's dark, his eyes pick up rest light, if it is completely dark, you see black/white, heat signatures. So, in total darkness, you would have a hard time seeing if everything was the same temperature, but as soon as you have something living, it will stand out. You can also use this ability to determine whether a body has heat or not, i.e. is dead or alive.
*Seth watched Siri fall over and rushed to him. He was burning up, literally. his clothes were noticeably hot to the touch, and his skin was almost on fire. Seth checked his pulse multiple times while trying to shake him awake*
"This isn't right. At this heat he should be dead. his brain would've shut down and his heart would've stopped. But he's breathing fine and his heart rate is normal... I think we've got another power on our hands. Though making temperature rise and passing out really isn't a good use of it. Someone find me some water and something to hold it in. We're going to try the oldest trick in the book."
Siri was indeed out 'cold', just that he was hot. After a moment, the Egyptian came back to a hazy state of semi-consciousness, like a sick person in fever. What Seth could register was the fast pulse, easily beating at a rate of 200 beats a minute - way too fast. Still, Siri's body seemed to be able to handle it. What Seth also was easily able to find out as he touched the man, was that Siri skin seemed to have hardened, or at least stiffened, just as if it was pressing Siris muscles together.
Alexandré had been stumbling around in a stuptor looking at the blighted panorama. He had intended to go over to the group of others, but his feet had instead taken him elsewhere. It was only when Seth cried out in pain that he remembered that others were nearby. He walked towards them cautiously and quietly, and gasped aloud when he saw Seth's bone come rushing out of his arm.
"What the hell is going on here... how did that just happen?" Alexandré thought. "This world isn't right.
When Seth called out to ask if anyone else had a dangerous profession, Alexandré's hand immediately shot up. He heard them discussing something about "gifts", and then he saw the man with the pipe. As he saw the pipe fly through the air, a sudden searing pain in his head made him sink to his knees and close his eyes, and the image of his red-hot family crest returned to him. He cried out both from the mental and emotional pain that the image brought him and the pain of feeling as though an intense pressure was being placed on his mind, crushing it down...
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Petrine walked as fast as she could to the wreckage of several fountains some distance away. She looked into the murky pools until she could find one which, while dirtied with mud and grime, didn't smell like it was contaminated by sewage.
It looks disgusting, but Siri needs help... She looked around for something to carry the water in.
OOC: Also, if you will, a description of the area.
Damian turned his head towards Ignotus when he said that. "Is it an odd tingling feeling thats coursing through your body? Because I thought that was just the after affects of what we went through. I'm with the rest of you though, we need to get ourselves into a safer area and find something to defend ourselves with if this is still a warzone. We don't know what kind of people, if any are left, are here and we all know what can happen when people are forced to survive on whatever they can find, even if they have to kill for it."
He saw a small lead pipe and picked it up, giving a good swing with it to test it's weight. It probably wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be but it's better than having nothing at all to defend himself with.
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"Well if it never happened while you were around, then something in the Worlds Fair set up changed it drastically."
*He pointed to the ruins of the Eiffel Tower*
"I don't know about the rest of you, bu I suggest we make our way towards the Tower. There's an... erm... used to be an abundance of shops near it, plus the stands around the tower itself. If there's anything worth our time, that's where we need to start. From there we need to find the nearest government building, if there are any even left."
*Seth bent down to a pile of scrap metal and slipped a small jagged piece into his sleeve*
"I would suggest everyone who doesn't feel comfortable, arm themselves for the worst. Nothing to obvious, but enough to win in a surprise attack. If we're lucky, we won't need anything."
*With a small gasp of pain Seth dropped to his knees in pain His bones were on fire again. For a time he just stared at the ground trying to stop convulsing and hopefully getting the stream of tears to stop falling. After what seemed to be an eternity everything numbed and suddenly felt normal again. There was no hiding that little outburst*
"And if this keeps up, I might wanna find a make shift sled and some dogs who are smart enough to pull it... that hurts."
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"Before anyone beats me to the obvious, I think I found out where my pain came from. New top priority, pay attention to your body! I know I'm not the only one who's felt weird since we got here, and if this is my result, well... who knows what's going to happen to the rest of you..."
*Seth lifted his arm a few times, testing the extra weight and proceeded to go through several elegant fighting moves as if to make sure he could wield his new power*
This is terrible...stranded here, in a 1920 where the World's Fair never was, with no food, no shelter, no Mr. Tesla, no one here but us... The lean man had said to get a weapon. Petrine looked about but saw only rusty, jagged metal. She knew how to use a wrench, a screwdriver, and a hammer, but blades and clubs were utterly foreign to her. It simply wasn't what respectable people were taught. Maybe if I had a gun. I believe I could use a gun...just pull the little trigger, right?
"If you are all going to the Tower, I will go with you." Safety in numbers.
Her eyes were still fixed on the man's disfigured arm.
OOC: I'm just going to assume we all introduce ourselves to each other at some point, so I can call you by your names.
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Acquired Technique (Seth): 'Bone Lance'
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"Ok... I know this is going to sound weird, but given what's happened, I think we need to get to know each other on our little trek to the Tower and it's surroundings. You're probably wonder how I cam to that brilliant conclusion given that there's a large piece of my skeletal structure sticking nonchalantly out of my arm... well that's actually exactly the reason I case to that conclusion. Unless I'm going to be the unique little snowflake, I'm guessing everyone has something feeling wrong with them and there's a good chance that whatever that feeling is, is going to manifest itself in similar form. The only example we have is well, me. My bones have done nothing but ache and pain me since we arrived, and now my bones are literally showing themselves."
*Seth Bowed gracefully, sticking the bone arm out*
"My name is Seth Dracovitch. I'd say it's nice to meet everyone, but this isn't really the time for niceties."
"I agree that we all should go as a group to the site where the tower was. Strength in numbers, right?"
"You can call me Ignotus, I'd give you a last name if I had one. And forgive me if I seem paranoid, but its moments like this where I am glad I never leave the house unarmed."
He shifts his weight slightly, and with a quick slight of hand(he was always very dexterous) pulls out an elongated blade in a sheath that resembles This, with a 5 inch blade and flat black. His suspicion towards the group rises, he does not like being noticed by anyone.
"Due to my profession, I can never leave my home unarmed, it would be a very bad idea."
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"I need to learn how to do that without the spasms, then maybe I'll feel a bit better. Oh right, and I may need to tailor myself a new skin suit since I have a feeling this one is going to be full of holes in no time..."
*He turned to Ignotus and laughed softly trying to lighten the mood in light of his arm freaking out on him*
"You 're profession is dangerous, my profession is dangerous, Siri's profession nearly killed us. Show of hands, who here does not have a line of work that involves putting yourself in harms way on a daily basis? And then a show of hands of who has no idea how to defend themselves. If we're stuck here, I'm teaching everyone the basics of survival, you're going to need it."
But there was. There was only one logical conclusion. She had gone mad.
I'm still at the fair. I'm just having a dream. Or a delusion, brought about by the electro-coils...any minute now I'll wake up and my parents will be there, I just have to
"WAKE UP!!" she screamed, shaking her fists against the sky, as though pounding on an invisible trapdoor.
The sound of creaking metal...
She could not cry. She had not shed a tear since she was fourteen, when she left her home, her country, for the stinking banlieue on the outskirts of Paris.
The chittering of a rat...
A rat. There had been rats in the banlieue, and cockroaches. She sometimes saw the bodies of the ones her father killed, piled in the garbage heap. Could she kill a rat? She was terribly hungry...
The thought turned her stomach, but she resisted the impulse to retch. She would survive. She had to survive.
Slowly she opened her eyes, keeping her hands raised, her thick goggles and square jaw betraying no emotion. "My name is Petrine Eisenberg. What do you propose that will get us back to normal faster than standing around and talking?"
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"Getting us back to normal isn't really the concern. It's more concern over who can do what, and if we can even control our... 'gifts.' For now however, let's all head towards the Tower and the shops that usually would be surrounding it. I'm rather hungry after all the pain I've had to deal with..."
*Seth spun around on a heel and somersaulted over a patch of overgrown ushes and landed on what appeared to be the remnants of a sidewalk. The sooner the better he thought, if the transformation of his skeleton made him feel this hungry, he wanted to eat good and well before and after he had to use it... if he could even figure out how to use it.*
"Seth, wait. Before we came here, where ever this is, I could see in the sunlight, it wasn't great, my night vision is better, but, I can't take these goggles off, if I do I'm instantly blinded and nauseas."
"Am I the only one that feels like this?" "Other than that, we should go to the tower site as soon as possible."
"Ok, so you're blind without the goggles. And you say you have good vision at night? When it gets dark out, I suggest taking them off. It's possible the sun's rays are giving off a sort of radiation that can't penetrate the goggles, but has screwed up your eyes. That doesn't explain how you got close enough to the sun long enough to get that much of it without burning to a crisp though. Of course, we haven't really been able to explain my bones either, so I guess scientific example isn't the answer for once. Try not to do anything that would put the goggles in harm's way. We don't know if the goggles are keeping your sight or if any lens will do. Breaking them could spell bad news."
*Seth turned to the crowd*
"Alright, speak up. Ignotus has sight problems. I have bone problems. Does anyone else feel even the slightest bit strange? This may be the most important question of the day..."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Acquired Technique (Damian): 'Kinetic Fling'
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"Well... we know what you can do now..."
(Good to know, I think we'll probably be tweaking this guy as we go along. )
"Holy ☺☺☺☺! That was amazing! I wonder what else I can throw....Well thats not important right now. It's strange though, I thought there'd be a kaboom, an earth shattering kaboom...Eh don't want to attract too much attention to ourselves though so don't look a gift horse in the mouth as they say." Damian smiled, this was just like his favorite stories as a kid that he used to read from his grandfather's library. It dawned on him though that he had just through a perfectly good weapon and made a mental note on to watch what he uses as ammunition.
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
"That was quite impressive, I wonder how many times you could do that before it loses its power."
"Well we have Seth and now Damian who have gained some powerful talents, I wonder what the rest of us have gained..."
Acquired Technique (Ignotus): 'Shifted Wavelength Vision'
His goggles currently dim the visible spectrum of light, but also dimish his ability to pickup infrared emissions, as the lenses block the heat from reaching the receptor cells. In daylight conditions, he can see normally, though he loses a bit of depth perception due to the shift and lack of cells supporting the full spectrum of visible light.
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"This isn't right. At this heat he should be dead. his brain would've shut down and his heart would've stopped. But he's breathing fine and his heart rate is normal... I think we've got another power on our hands. Though making temperature rise and passing out really isn't a good use of it. Someone find me some water and something to hold it in. We're going to try the oldest trick in the book."
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Prowlin' with the Pack, rawr! | DMing a Freeform Pulp Campaign - [Stranded in the Rift]
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"What the hell is going on here... how did that just happen?" Alexandré thought. "This world isn't right.
When Seth called out to ask if anyone else had a dangerous profession, Alexandré's hand immediately shot up. He heard them discussing something about "gifts", and then he saw the man with the pipe. As he saw the pipe fly through the air, a sudden searing pain in his head made him sink to his knees and close his eyes, and the image of his red-hot family crest returned to him. He cried out both from the mental and emotional pain that the image brought him and the pain of feeling as though an intense pressure was being placed on his mind, crushing it down...
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It looks disgusting, but Siri needs help... She looked around for something to carry the water in.
OOC: Also, if you will, a description of the area.
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