The Outsiders
An unlikely group for any superpowered individual. These are the heroes that want to do justice to... View more
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“ok”, she said as she Morphed into a brown bird again.”bye”, Nova dived out of the window then Morphed into a hawk and flew home.
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(OOC: Yes! Yes this is learning happening here!
P.S. please, please, please do a little more research on the criminal justice system. I’m not trying to criticize; I just think there’s potential for a really awesome story in that. (also wardens are typically actually very polite to prisoners))
Heckie went ahead and walked into the house, Nova having very abruptly left after what seemed like a dramatic phone call with… Bones, maybe?
He took the liberty of pouring himself a glass of their water and sitting down at their table. He’d been thinking about something over the course of their conversation and journey to the house, and he reached a conclusion.
Things were going to escalate. Some of these people – these transhumans – were younger than he was. They were already powerful enough to wreak havoc, even by accident, and judging from what he had seen earlier, ordinary folk were getting desperate to restore order.
Heck could get a free roof over his head, and that deadline was coming fast. He had a paper to write. On the other hand, choosing to live in this place meant inadvertently diving head-first into any number of growing problems.
But hey, he’d already spent his money on textbooks and Saranac. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?
If these people wanted him around, that was what they’d get.
Frankly, with all the shit happening around here, it seemed like a good thing he was going to be a lawyer.
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*Finally arriving home Nova opened the door and closed it behind her, she sighed and looked over to were Dakota was making himself some food*”hay Dakota why were you in the trash like that?”, she asked curious.
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“Military. Helicopters. Rockets.” -Is all I say as I fix something to eat-
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*Nova sighs*”ok”, then walks over to the training room, she stops and looks out at the grave of skeleton parts all facing one corner that had blood splattered on it, she sighs again.”Heck do you want to help me clean up the training room there is some interesting trash here that would be faster to pick up if you helped”, she asked form the door way to the training room.
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Heck got up and started brewing some coffee, despite the late hours. He preferred to buy, but now was a bad time to go out, and these jokers both looked like they could use some caffeine.
“What’d you do?” He asked as he fiddled with the machine.
Nova requested his help from the doorway.
“Yeah, I’ll be right after you. Let me just start the pot brewing.” Finally, he found the filter paper and got the machine prepared. Tonight was definitely a ‘strong brew’ night.
“Alright,” he said as the machine heated up. “Where to?”
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-I didn’t realize the strange man was here- “Watch you back newbie.” -I tell him with a little anger in my voice the it goes back to normal as I sit down and eats lunch-
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“here”, she said as she looked out at the training room with all the skeletons crumpled over it she began to mop them up with her foot and hands in a pile near the door.
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Heck gathered the bones, using one of their ribcages as a basket. “Is this a common occurrence around here?” He asked while they worked. “How do you guys get any sleep?”
As they finished, he looked down at all of the skeletal pieces he was holding. “Why am I taking this in stride?” He asked Nova.
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((back))Bones sits quietly in his cell, carving stuff out of bone
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“um no its not normal occurrence really, i think Bones challenged him self and spawned all these to attack him hence one of them Choped off his hand see that blood its his”, she said pointing to the corner.
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“Bones is the spooky guy, right?” Heck asked. “Wait, his hand? Is he alright?”
(OOC: It hurts me to write a post this short but I don’t really know what else to say. Sorry!)
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“yes Bones is Spooky and yeah his is fine”, she said lowering her hand and looked at the pile wondering what to do with the bone corps.
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“So where’d he go?” Heck asked. “Why’d he leave this here?”
His new friends didn’t make much sense to him.
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Bones miises his scythe, then the thought strikes him, he needs two hands to use it, he feels sad
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