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1 down the line may see a thread for smaller interactions likely one villain centric one hero centric.
2 Starting location is NYC, but as time goes on that can branch out if we want. Just have to communicate so folk can actually show up.
3 If you've questions, need someone to play an npc, etc let me know. Want to work with you to make ideas you have possible.
4 I may have a small section like this at start of events. If needed. Which character sparks the event could be any player, i just figured that being on me will help avoid clutter. But otherwise this concludes the chatter save that for discord and the ooc thread
First Generations Act 1
New York City August 26th
Weather: Sunny
Time: Morning
Staten Liberty University wasn't the most prestigious college possible but Isadora didn't want the best school or have the credentials for such a thing. Her scores were good and the last few years she found she could at times seemingly get lucky on a guess. That however didn't mean she was going to build rockets in the garage or something. She also didn't have the funds for a grandiose college, there was a grant for the students victim to radioactive test animals turned out but that was community college money. She was looking forward to trying to learn how to be a veterinarian, having always loved animals and figuring it may help her just take care of herself. How deep the rabbit hole that was her new biology went she didn't know yet.
Isadora entered the class, a gen ed natural science course. She was dressed in a plad skirt, she used to not be as into skirts but with becoming part rabbit she really liked running and she liked the freedom she felt in a skirt now. A button up shirt, it was she liked to think a good mix of casual and professional. Sneakers of course, good shoes for running in. She was starting to think she might have to look into something better, way she could move she had already burned through half her collection. The ensemble was finished with a hoodie, the hood pulled up. "Isadora was it? Do you mind loosing the hood?"
White strands of hair nearly looking silver as morning light touched them was brushed behind an ear. "Sorry but I do." She felt a bit bad for it however she was more embarrassed by what already kind of looked like nubs with a hoodie on. It was as if someone had done their hair in buns and pulled the hood over it. The hoodie kept her ears down. Finding a seat in the second row eyes went to the screen behind the professor.
Like most mornings usual news was peppered with topics of the empowered. Izzy always found such an uneasy thing, exciting but nerve racking. What she really wanted to do was use her powers to help people. That seemed more a thing in the movies though. There was stories going around of powers being used to do more, it seemed more outlier then a norm however. These were so far more like the replacement of tabloids. The papers and news channels didn't need to ask a conspiracy theorist on if the latest pop idol was a reptilian. Because now there was actual stories going around. In Isadora's case it was muggers supposedly pounced on by a human sized rabbit. Her blue eyes briefly looked over the room wondering if any of the stories currently being spewed out by the news involved a classmate or two. It was still a new world in a lot of ways hard to know if she was the odd one out or amongst peers. If actually stepping up was something to actually do.
The news was listened to on headphones by the professor. She didnt want to disrupt her students from their own morning chatter or vices. Soon though she pulled the plug, eyes becoming glued to the screen. The classroom able to see and hear what followed. Much of the city would likely do similar...
Channel 7 News Morning Broadcast
The camera had been holding on the news anchor, older gentleman in his early forties hair once a rich blonde was starting to go white at the roots. His suit was well fitted and tailored to him, a gold ring he proudly flaunted his way of positioning his hands or gesturing always liked to try and let the ring be seen. He was very proud of his marriage. Robert Robinson who had been at the job for a decade. What was more striking though was the branches that crawled down his broad shoulders.
They were the color of decaying skin the way they were clearly fingers once but their shape their length it now was inhuman. Arms revealed themselves embracing the anchor in what almost could have been seen as a hug. Well until a pointed finger flowed from chest to pointing a sharp branch under Robinson's chin. The figure leaned down allowing its face to come into view. It was initially hard to assign something like gender because it was just a obscured black shape. The face even more alien. It was egg shaped bald but lacking anything natural. There was no mouth, no eyes not much cheek bones or jawline to follow. Instead a blossomed flower met the camera, petals of yellow almost gold, and a red almost blood colored. There was points around it, some seemed more like teeth turned needles some seemed splinters of bone. And in the center of it all rather then a bud of some kind was a void. Just darkness, one might expect seeing inside of a skull but it was rather hollow.
"I'd like to first apologize to those like me. Who may be considering using their gifts to really go publicly villainous. I dont enjoy that title, but I have to accept it. Some of you should have been first, but I have no time for being cordial. To save a life I need blood. That life means more to me than anyone or anything else. My name is Venus and I've an offer.
"II've three dozen hostages. I will trade one of them for four liters of blood. I will trade four grand for every four liters of blood a villain brings me. Or hostage I can drain should you not desire to go that far. I took out life insurance on myself and late wife I can afford that deal."
The voice was strange it seemed to echo inside the chasm it came from. It sounded naturally gravel but as if honeyed upon escaping the petals. A branching digit gestures to the camera to turn around. As it does the staff of the news building comes into view. Among them was four faceless mannequins that looked carved from magnolia trees, bark a striking white. Their fingers reaching out to touch the hostages. Some sharp ends aimed at throats, others eyes, some ears the point of contact varies. Most were aimed at the head however, and all aimed somewhere that could be lethal.
Back at Staten Liberty University
At the front of the class was a potted plant. A simple blossoming dahlia in a moment though on the word "deal" that changed. It was only a second or two, like watching a video of a tree grow on fast forward. Suddenly a mannequin was squatting on the desk the pot having eruppted as the flower became a person? Was that the right term? A spindly hand started to reach toward the teacher.
Izzy didn't think, as it started to rise she leapt from her seat. Her hoodie dropped to the floor as she burst into motion. Ears just as quick to spring upwards. Nearing a foot long in height without the hoodie she wouldn't be hiding them in her wildest dreams. Such concerns fell away though when seeing somebody in danger. She moved far to quick, it was the velocity of someone nolonger human and it ended in a leaping roundhouse. Her foot found the left side of the mannequin head with it the body rocketed to the right. Neck twisted around to face her as the thing crashed through the window.
"Oh shit."
Bunny ears followed by a head peak out the window. They were on the second story and looking below her was her victim. Her heart was racing afraid she might have just committed murder. The mannequin though having popped apart as it struck the ground gave way to what seemed just wet moss and sprouting weeds. "Weed men don't count as doing a murder." If one thought this just her jumping to conclusions to make herself feel better, they wouldn't be wrong.
there were more weed men showing though. They were popping up everywhere, the numbers weren't high necessarily it wasnt like a zombie hoard or anything. There were dozens though, as if trying to crowd the space from officers being able to get near the news building. Safe to assume incase other villians didn't slow people down the mannequins would aim to do so.
For Izzy she didn't know what would come next. She hopped from the window landing however in the college lawn. Past a Starbucks and some random office buildings three blocks down was the building for Channel Seven. And she felt like she at least knew what needed to be done. In one random morning it'd been decided super villains were real. For the rabbit she had decided it was time then the opposites do the same. Her head bobbed, the gesture like a bunny sniffing out suroundings. She knew the closest Weed Man next in the trek to Venus himself. With that almost sense of actual purpose finally, glacier eyes looked ahead.
1 down the line may see a thread for smaller interactions likely one villain centric one hero centric.
2 Starting location is NYC, but as time goes on that can branch out if we want. Just have to communicate so folk can actually show up.
3 If you've questions, need someone to play an npc, etc let me know. Want to work with you to make ideas you have possible.
4 I may have a small section like this at start of events. If needed. Which character sparks the event could be any player, i just figured that being on me will help avoid clutter. But otherwise this concludes the chatter save that for discord and the ooc thread
First Generations Act 1
New York City August 26th
Weather: Sunny
Time: Morning
Staten Liberty University wasn't the most prestigious college possible but Isadora didn't want the best school or have the credentials for such a thing. Her scores were good and the last few years she found she could at times seemingly get lucky on a guess. That however didn't mean she was going to build rockets in the garage or something. She also didn't have the funds for a grandiose college, there was a grant for the students victim to radioactive test animals turned out but that was community college money. She was looking forward to trying to learn how to be a veterinarian, having always loved animals and figuring it may help her just take care of herself. How deep the rabbit hole that was her new biology went she didn't know yet.
Isadora entered the class, a gen ed natural science course. She was dressed in a plad skirt, she used to not be as into skirts but with becoming part rabbit she really liked running and she liked the freedom she felt in a skirt now. A button up shirt, it was she liked to think a good mix of casual and professional. Sneakers of course, good shoes for running in. She was starting to think she might have to look into something better, way she could move she had already burned through half her collection. The ensemble was finished with a hoodie, the hood pulled up. "Isadora was it? Do you mind loosing the hood?"
White strands of hair nearly looking silver as morning light touched them was brushed behind an ear. "Sorry but I do." She felt a bit bad for it however she was more embarrassed by what already kind of looked like nubs with a hoodie on. It was as if someone had done their hair in buns and pulled the hood over it. The hoodie kept her ears down. Finding a seat in the second row eyes went to the screen behind the professor.
Like most mornings usual news was peppered with topics of the empowered. Izzy always found such an uneasy thing, exciting but nerve racking. What she really wanted to do was use her powers to help people. That seemed more a thing in the movies though. There was stories going around of powers being used to do more, it seemed more outlier then a norm however. These were so far more like the replacement of tabloids. The papers and news channels didn't need to ask a conspiracy theorist on if the latest pop idol was a reptilian. Because now there was actual stories going around. In Isadora's case it was muggers supposedly pounced on by a human sized rabbit. Her blue eyes briefly looked over the room wondering if any of the stories currently being spewed out by the news involved a classmate or two. It was still a new world in a lot of ways hard to know if she was the odd one out or amongst peers. If actually stepping up was something to actually do.
The news was listened to on headphones by the professor. She didnt want to disrupt her students from their own morning chatter or vices. Soon though she pulled the plug, eyes becoming glued to the screen. The classroom able to see and hear what followed. Much of the city would likely do similar...
Channel 7 News Morning Broadcast
The camera had been holding on the news anchor, older gentleman in his early forties hair once a rich blonde was starting to go white at the roots. His suit was well fitted and tailored to him, a gold ring he proudly flaunted his way of positioning his hands or gesturing always liked to try and let the ring be seen. He was very proud of his marriage. Robert Robinson who had been at the job for a decade. What was more striking though was the branches that crawled down his broad shoulders.
They were the color of decaying skin the way they were clearly fingers once but their shape their length it now was inhuman. Arms revealed themselves embracing the anchor in what almost could have been seen as a hug. Well until a pointed finger flowed from chest to pointing a sharp branch under Robinson's chin. The figure leaned down allowing its face to come into view. It was initially hard to assign something like gender because it was just a obscured black shape. The face even more alien. It was egg shaped bald but lacking anything natural. There was no mouth, no eyes not much cheek bones or jawline to follow. Instead a blossomed flower met the camera, petals of yellow almost gold, and a red almost blood colored. There was points around it, some seemed more like teeth turned needles some seemed splinters of bone. And in the center of it all rather then a bud of some kind was a void. Just darkness, one might expect seeing inside of a skull but it was rather hollow.
"I'd like to first apologize to those like me. Who may be considering using their gifts to really go publicly villainous. I dont enjoy that title, but I have to accept it. Some of you should have been first, but I have no time for being cordial. To save a life I need blood. That life means more to me than anyone or anything else. My name is Venus and I've an offer.
"II've three dozen hostages. I will trade one of them for four liters of blood. I will trade four grand for every four liters of blood a villain brings me. Or hostage I can drain should you not desire to go that far. I took out life insurance on myself and late wife I can afford that deal."
The voice was strange it seemed to echo inside the chasm it came from. It sounded naturally gravel but as if honeyed upon escaping the petals. A branching digit gestures to the camera to turn around. As it does the staff of the news building comes into view. Among them was four faceless mannequins that looked carved from magnolia trees, bark a striking white. Their fingers reaching out to touch the hostages. Some sharp ends aimed at throats, others eyes, some ears the point of contact varies. Most were aimed at the head however, and all aimed somewhere that could be lethal.
Back at Staten Liberty University
At the front of the class was a potted plant. A simple blossoming dahlia in a moment though on the word "deal" that changed. It was only a second or two, like watching a video of a tree grow on fast forward. Suddenly a mannequin was squatting on the desk the pot having eruppted as the flower became a person? Was that the right term? A spindly hand started to reach toward the teacher.
Izzy didn't think, as it started to rise she leapt from her seat. Her hoodie dropped to the floor as she burst into motion. Ears just as quick to spring upwards. Nearing a foot long in height without the hoodie she wouldn't be hiding them in her wildest dreams. Such concerns fell away though when seeing somebody in danger. She moved far to quick, it was the velocity of someone nolonger human and it ended in a leaping roundhouse. Her foot found the left side of the mannequin head with it the body rocketed to the right. Neck twisted around to face her as the thing crashed through the window.
"Oh shit."
Bunny ears followed by a head peak out the window. They were on the second story and looking below her was her victim. Her heart was racing afraid she might have just committed murder. The mannequin though having popped apart as it struck the ground gave way to what seemed just wet moss and sprouting weeds. "Weed men don't count as doing a murder." If one thought this just her jumping to conclusions to make herself feel better, they wouldn't be wrong.
there were more weed men showing though. They were popping up everywhere, the numbers weren't high necessarily it wasnt like a zombie hoard or anything. There were dozens though, as if trying to crowd the space from officers being able to get near the news building. Safe to assume incase other villians didn't slow people down the mannequins would aim to do so.
For Izzy she didn't know what would come next. She hopped from the window landing however in the college lawn. Past a Starbucks and some random office buildings three blocks down was the building for Channel Seven. And she felt like she at least knew what needed to be done. In one random morning it'd been decided super villains were real. For the rabbit she had decided it was time then the opposites do the same. Her head bobbed, the gesture like a bunny sniffing out suroundings. She knew the closest Weed Man next in the trek to Venus himself. With that almost sense of actual purpose finally, glacier eyes looked ahead.
