event 001

[equi_nox]

[ Those at the top of Lux Spire may notice things creeping in the shade of plants. These shadows are tiny, reaching the size of rats and no bigger, but take all shapes and formations. Small they may be, but fearless and curious: some of them might snicker and whisper amongst themselves as you pass, while others skitter away underfoot. They seem unwilling to go near the fountain.

Elsewhere, the shadows may reach the size of a cat, and are a little more aggressive. The darkness doesn't seem to be taking kindly to this new cure introduced to the city, and while not ready to launch a full scale attack, they seem to be causing a nuisance to the local citizens in retaliation. As annoyed as they are, these people don't seem too happy to see newcomers - though no one will explain why. ]

Comments

[hawkfire]

So, you made swords.

Eridan made a shield thing.

My superpower better not be whipping up cookies or something equally useless.

And yeah, the it was a shadow rat. Which probably means there are shadowcats and shadowbunnies and shadow-everything-elses.

[Like shadowbats, Bruce.]

[batdweeb]

[So, Daniel doesn't have any memory of using his "gift?" That's more than a little worrying. Bruce examines the sword as best he can without leaning into Daniel's personal space bubble, before glancing at Bette.]

You seem more like the type to make explosives.

[And shadowbats??? Bruce knows nothing about those, hahaha.]

As long as they don't get bigger than rats. If Tacky Shades wasn't lying to us, defeating those things is our ticket home.

[mechanacet]

[Something that Bruce says sparks a piece of Daniel's memory, like remembering a dream. However, he is also inspecting the sword now, it looks as if it's made from various pieces of technology, fused together, but the seams normally present from welding are missing. The mechanism that lit it up with electricity earlier also looks slightly organic, as if the circuitry in the device formed itself with a mind of it's own.

At Bette's comment, Daniel looks up, another connection made in his mind.] Eridan seemed like a defensive sort of person, didn't he? And I work well with machinery and robotics, So maybe someone's abilities have got something to do with the personality or talents they have, like I suggested earlier. If I even have any [Daniel refuses to believe has has abilities, there's no proof, well, proof that he can remember...]

Whatever it is, based on the difficulty Eridan had with his abilities, they might be somewhat difficult to control at first, so if you do want to practice, or attempt to discover what they might be, I'd suggest finding an area where you won't be disturbed. Maybe... [Daniel begins to babble about open spaces and practicing and explosions in confined spaces for some reason, and he is totally not sorry. And yeah, someone might want to snap him out of it again.]

[hawkfire]

[Bette's glaring at you a little bit.] Explosives, huh? I might be a little wild and fiery, but I'm not that...explosive. I really need a thesaurus.

[Bette shakes her head and goes to interrupt Daniel's little reverie when a shadowrat comes barreling at her. She takes a few steps back in shock and, out of habit, points her gauntlets at the shadowrat. It shoots out twin flames of fire, one above the other. One's coming from the gauntlet. The other...is not. It's the second one that destroys the shadowrat.]

...Did...did you guys just...see that?

[batdweeb]

[And Bruce responds to Bette's glare with a slight shrug, then returns his attention to Daniel.]

[He listens for a bit, though once Daniel starts to babble Bruce considers interrupting. He glances at Bette first, to see how she's reacting- and notices the same shadowrat barreling towards her.]

Bette!

[Bruce reaches for her, moving automatically to pull Bette out of the monster's way, but stops short when fire starts shooting out of her wrists. He watches, wide-eyed, as the shadowrat writhes and dissolves under the heat.]

[When it's gone, he just nods his head at Bette's question. He's still visibly shocked, but a thoughtful edge is quickly forming.]

That wasn't just your flamethrower, was it?

[mechanacet]

[Daniel might be easily distracted, but he isn't blind. As fire shoots from Bette's wrists and hands, one of the jets coming from a launcher and the other coming from her hand itself, Daniel is snapped out of his reverie and lurches back to avoid the fire.

Watching as the shadow-monster is incinerated by the blast, Daniel's face slowly goes from shocked to an almost comical grin.] That was definitely not just her flamethrower. I'd say that that's your magical ability Bette. In this world, you appear to be a pyrokinetic, congratulations.

[hawkfire]

[Bette's just blinking and looking down at her hands. There's a bright sparkle to her eyes when she looks up, her mouth pulled into wide, exhilarated grin.]

You guys. I'm not just a crimefighter anymore. This could make me a legitimate superhero!

[batdweeb]

[Both Bette and Daniel look pleased by this development, which means it falls to Bruce to be the wet blanket of the three.]

It might be an effective way of destroying the monsters, but we don't know where this power comes from or how it works. How do we know it's safe?

[mechanacet]

[Daniel is in the process of high-fiving Bette when Bruce says this.] Based on what Tacky-Shades said, whatever powers people have gotten have been because of him. [He turns to Bette, it's her turn to get a barrage of questions now. Daniel has this gleam in his eyes now as well. Anyone with eyes can tell that he's well into this sort of stuff.]

Alright: What went through your mind when you just did that? What did it feel like? Can you recreate it for me? can you manipulate the fire after it comes out of your hands? Do you think you could manipulate a fire that you didn't create? What else do you think you could do with it? Do you think... [Aaaaaaand he's off! Someone interrupt him or at least answer his questions before Bette demonstrates her abilities... On him.]

[hawkfire]

I get that it's a little worrying, Bruce but...

Hey.

HEY.

[Bette's eyes widen and she points to Bruce's hand.] YOU HAVE POWERS TOO!

Bruce! Snap your fingers! Flick your wrist! Do something. Who knows! Maybe you can make ice!

Or possibly liquor, we all know how sloshed you get at parties, Count Drunkula.

[She turns to look at Daniel then, the smile returning to her face.] It was mostly just fear and determination? I mean. I'd have to try again, but. This is so cool! Or hot! Either! Though not hot because that makes me sound like one of the vapid Southern Californian socialites that everyone always thinks I am.

in which bruce blatantly lies

[batdweeb]

[Bruce's hand twitches, and he holds both of them up in a defensive gesture.]

Me? I don't- How are you so sure of this? I'm not exactly Mr. Freeze, Bette. Or any other kind of costumed character.

And I don't drink that much. Not enough to warrant "Count Drunkula."

[Bruce listens along to Daniel's questions and Bette's response, then points towards a nearby, innocent potted flower that has done nothing wrong.]

If you want to try again, how about that for a target?

[He triple-dog dares you, Bette.]

Re: in which bruce blatantly lies

[mechanacet]

[With a grin that basically straight up calls Bruce as a liar, Daniel bounces off his suggestion.] That's an idea, a little target practice to see how much control you have. Focus on the heat and the determination, and imagine flames shooting from your palms.

[Daniel pauses and think for a moment, he's worked with a flame user before, though this one was largely a melee specialist]...How did Ryu describe it again? I think he said it was like moving a flame from the pit of his stomach or something like that. [Daniel's in the great position of having worked with a very large number of supernaturally talented people in the past, even having helped train a few, but considering that his sort of support comes more gadgets etc, active powers aren't really his thing. Still, he's very very interested in seeing if Bette can recreate her powers in a more controlled environment.

Backing up next to Bruce, he whispers something when Bette's facing the other way (such as if she were shooting a flower with fire.)] That was an awful lie, but if you don't want to draw a spotlight to yourself, that's your business.