Meta: A super power RP with lore! Closed/Started

[Daystar Clarion]

Charlie crossed her arms on the counter, a small smile curling her lips as she listened to Cipher. It was like watching one of those documentaries on the criminal mind, or Law & Order or some shit. He knew his stuff, she'd give him that.

Or maybe he didn't, and was just very good at bullshitting. Either way, he'd convinced her.

"I don't know much, but the killer is targeting people on their own, right? So it stands to reason that as long as metas stick together or hang around the MHRB or whatever, then they should be fine, right?"

 

[NinjaDeathSlap]

"So it stands to reason that as long as metas stick together or hang around the MHRB or whatever, then they should be fine, right?"

"That is, if you believe the authorities have your best interests at heart..." Cipher replied, quietly. "As demonstrated by this most recent press conference, they certainly aren't interested in being honest with us. Good reasons aside, I find it difficult to build trust on such a foundation. The Meta-Murderer is the threat of the moment; but, ironically, in the name of 'protection', the MHRB has killed more of our kind than one criminal could ever hope to achieve."

 

[Daystar Clarion]

"The Meta-Murderer is the threat of the moment; but, ironically, in the name of 'protection', the MHRB has killed more of our kind than one criminal could ever hope to achieve."

Charlie conveniently decided to ignore the part where Cipher essentially outed himself as a meta. Whether that translated well to her expression, was up for debate, her eyes widened slightly as she glared at the man.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

Chuckling nervously, the girl shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I know what you mean, I've never been too trusting of government agencies either. Not because of some bullshit 'Rage Against the Machine' angst, real reasons you know? The foster care system back home was a real mess."

'Yeah that's right, draw attention from him and onto you, you're such a pro at this Charlie, really.' A slow golf clap sounded in her head. It was sarcastic. She could tell.

 

[TheIronRuler]

'...hang around the MHRB...'

'...the MHRB has killed more of our kind than one criminal could ever hope to achieve...'

Ciri cringed at the thought, nasty thoughts crawling their way inside her mind, imagining the worst kind of men in black hunting her down for sport. She drank the rest of her drink, the cold relaxing her muscles and providing an escape from the oppresive heat outside - but not from the truth inside.

Wait a minute...

'...more of our kind...'

Is he a meta?

Ciri narrowed her eyes, giving the crazy person a shifty glace. She turned around to the bartender, the same sentence repeating itself in her head.

'...more of our kind...

Is SHE a meta?

'This is getting weird...'.

She glanced at her wrist-watch, her boss was already waiting for her to get back and make another run.

'Have fun talking about serial killers, I should go already', she glanced back at Nik, 'Time's up'.

 

[Dogmatic99]

"Yeah, Ma, m- Ma I told you I gotta go back out! I just came back to pick some stuff up! Yeah... yeah I'll get some milk!" Adrian called back through the open door as he hurried his way out through the back, not bothering to actually listen to his mom's yelling.

His private moments of quiet contemplation lasted all of five minutes as the moment he set foot in their apartment upstairs someone was on him to help out.

'Whata 'ya doing back from school already, Addy? You know how much those classes are costing me?' Yaddah, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah and all the rest.

It wasn't like he was ditching school for real or anything. Most people were calling it a half day on 'compassionate' grounds or something and he just knew that none of them were even metas or even knew somebody that was. At least he had a good excuse, y'know... health reason and stuff.

So here he was, telling home he was at school and telling school he was at home and generally just wanting to not be anywhere. Or at least off the street, this heat was getting unbearable. Adrian was already thirsty again, the drinks he'd gotten at the campus and at home hadn't done anything. Outside felt like a blazing hot wind was following him everywhere and inside was so close and humid he may as well have been in a sauna. This really wasn't his day. He moped along down the street when he passed by Old Merry's again. Well they were bound to have good AC right?

Or at least a lot of ice and a shortage of customers this early in the day, he could get something colad and a quiet corner to sit in. As good a plan as any.

Adrian pushed the door open and welcomed the cool shade that barflys called home. This'd work great, he could just take it easy for a while and - what the hell? Were those the same people from the campus? Aw great, just what he needed. He should have just gone but he'd already made it half way to the bar when he noticed them and clearly made eye contact with somebody. Damn. Social awkwardness meant he had to stick around a little bit now, right? He hesitated for a moment, considering the alternative of just turning round quietly, till he remembered what that ghost style girl could do and how'd she'd been earlier.

'Just... don't aggravate them, they wont even remember you.' It looked like they were all talking among themselves anyway.

"Hi, uuh, Can I get a coke - with lots of ice? Thanks." He asked the bartender.

'Eyes forward, hands on the counter, you aint looking for trouble.'

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Seb finished his second beer. He move up the bar next to the group, plonking the empty bottle on the bar "Can I get coke this time please Charlie" As he waited for the bar tender to get his drink he turned his head to look at the group.

"A word of advise, It would seem to me that a bar would not be the most... appropriate place to air trust issues about the MHRB. What with anyone being able to hear the conversation and the risk it places on members of our community if caught near by to people voicing such...concerns"

 

[The Funslinger]

Nick sipped at his coke and let the conversation wash over him. Ignoring the freaky revelation that a number of them appeared to be Meta Humans, people were going around in circles. Rah rah rah, don't trust the government. Rah rah rah, be careful rah rah rah.

'Time's up'.

"Yeah, have fun doing whatever boring-ass thing it is you do," he replied. "I--"

"A word of advise, It would seem to me that a bar would not be the most... appropriate place to air trust issues about the MHRB. What with anyone being able to hear the conversation and the risk it places on members of our community if caught near by to people voicing such...concerns."

Nick perked up at this. "He's got a point," he said. "Hey Ciri, hold up a sec." Leaning in close across the bar, he waved Charlie over to him. "You think you could talk Bennie into letting us come back after you've closed up? People seem to have a hell of a lot of shit to say, so why not get some privacy, or some shit?"

 

[Daystar Clarion]

"You think you could talk Bennie into letting us come back after you've closed up? People seem to have a hell of a lot of shit to say, so why not get some privacy, or some shit?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow as an incredulous chuckle escaped her lips. "Are you fucking high, mate?" As another genuine laugh escaped her lips, she sighed as Seb and another new customer caught her attention. "Hang on, gimme a sec, you high bastard." She chuckled as she slid her hand across the bar, picking up Seb's glass as she winked at him. "Cola for you." She clicked her tongue as she moved further down the bar to the newcomer. "And a cola, extra ice for you!" She clicked her tongue again.

As she went about preparing the drinks, the girl snorted as she stifled another laugh. "Ask Bennie to let us stay after closing, pfffffffft."

 

[Random Fella]

"the MHRB has killed more of our kind than one criminal could ever hope to achieve."
"What with anyone being able to hear the conversation and the risk it places on members of our community if caught near by to people voicing such...concerns"
Jim had been listening closely to the conversation, there was not much of an out now without drawing a large amount of attention, despite the way he disliked where this conversation was going, at least he wouldn't have any problem from the MHRB, at least... At least he thinks being registered will protect him.

'Our kind? Our community? Were these people just making mistakes in what they were saying, or, were they metas as well? Jim thought to himself for a moment.
'No, it's just so unlikely' he took a sip from his glass, his coke still very cold, despite being tap 'Then again, with the conference in town, perhaps they all gathered here? Or maybe they're not' he wouldn't think anyone to be without it being proven to him regardless, and he could have just been speculating.
All of this is had only thought in his head however.

 

[NinjaDeathSlap]

"What with anyone being able to hear the conversation and the risk it places on members of our community if caught near by to people voicing such...concerns"

"If they were listening, I would know." Cipher replied. His remark was not arrogant or condescending, at least not deliberately so. Ironically, Cipher lacked the social graces to be condescending in a face to face conversation. His was just a cold statement of fact.

"I am currently monitoring radio chatter across all frequencies within a twenty five mile radius," he continued. "and cross-referencing everything said with 500 known verbal encryptions. No-one is talking about us, specifically. If they had planted a listening device anywhere within range of us, I could detect it, as well as if they had sent a Meta-Human agent within striking range of us. I can tell the difference from fluctuations in your brain-waves. There are no guarantees when it comes to them, but, in an open space such as this, full of people too busy filling up the environment with their own idle chatter. The chance of drawing any attention to ourselves is extremely low."

There was a small pause as Cipher took another calm sip of his drink.

"I know how to avoid people whom I do not trust."

 

[The Funslinger]

"Ask Bennie to let us stay after closing, pfffffffft."

"God, you are boring as shit!" Nick exclaimed, rolling his eyes. Pushing his empty glass across the table, he said, "same again, please. And hell, if you wanna pour yourself a coke, I'll pay. Don't imagine Bennie likes you drinking the coke you sell without paying."

"I am currently monitoring radio chatter across all frequencies within a twenty five mile radius," he continued. "and cross-referencing everything said with 500 known verbal encryptions. No-one is talking about us, specifically. If they had planted a listening device anywhere within range of us, I could detect it, as well as if they had sent a Meta-Human agent within striking range of us. I can tell the difference from fluctuations in your brain-waves. There are no guarantees when it comes to them, but, in an open space such as this, full of people too busy filling up the environment with their own idle chatter. The chance of drawing any attention to ourselves is extremely low."

"Well I guess it's open season, then. Let me make sure I have this right, you can sense and access computers with your mind, and input commands like you're right there at the keyboard, huh?"

 

[NinjaDeathSlap]

"you can sense and access computers with your mind, and input commands like you're right there at the keyboard, huh?"

"In essence, yes." Cipher replied simply. "Any hardware that requires computing in it's operation, I can access, network with other devices, extract information from, and control within the physical limits of the hardware itself. If a device is connected to the internet, I can use it as a springboard to access far more over a theoretically infinite range, my only limitations being anti-intrusion software which I cannot penetrate undetected, of which there are few. That said, there are still theoretical branches of my ability that I have not yet been able to explore..."

Cipher fought the strong urge not to look at either Charlie or Nick as he said this, instead focussing his attention on his perspiring glass.

"Why, what is it that you can do?"

 

[TheIronRuler]

'...bla...bla...bla...hacker...computer nerd...bla...bla..metahuman...'

He can control the internet?

Ciri stopped herself from leaving the pub. She had to hear the rest of the conversation.

'...Why, what is it that you can do?...'

How many metas are there in here?

 

[The Funslinger]

"Why, what is it that you can do?"

Nick glanced at Charlie as he thought about how to respond. It was odd, but ever since his unconscious decision not to show off to anybody he knew here, be it Charlie, Bennie, or any of the less frequently occurring bar staff, he found he felt a little nervous at the prospect.

But Nick was never one to be bothered by nerves. "My councilor calls it, uhhh... 'Kinetic Charging', or something," he said. "I can pump energy into things and people to move them or... well, when I first started being able to do it, I accidentally blew up my desk." He chuckled at the memory. He'd had no idea what was going on, and it was probably being so violently outed in front of his classmates that made him generally uncaring about hiding his ability.

 

[Random Fella]

Jim still wasn't completely convinced
"Why, what is it that you can do?"
If he had the ability he claimed, surely he would have already hacked into something to research us before he admitted these things.

Nick had already responded to him freely, Jim looked toward them
"Wouldn't you already know, if you are how you claim?" He asked speculatively, fishing for some proof.
He took a sip of his drink.

 

[TheIronRuler]

'...I accidentally blew up my desk...

Ciri smirked, the thought of Nick standing in a room surrrounded with dazzled schoolamates, a desk stuck in the opposite wall, cracked her up. She hid her satisfaction from the others, turned to take another sup from her drink and realized it was empty.

'This one here is Gambit...', Ciri pointed at Nick. She heard Jim's mysterious response, her smile growing ever larger, '...and he's Iceman'. 'You can call me Blink', she winked at the strange man in the corner of the room, '...and you're like, erhm...', Ciri was scanning her mutant database, and was struck with an unexpected issue.

'Damn comics from the seventies, no respect for the internet'

A lightbump lit over Ciri's head,'...and you're Network', she pointed at Cipher.

 

[Random Fella]

Before Cipher could respond to his query Ciri interrupted, completely giving away the basic answer.
Jim turned his head toward Ciri letting out a sigh with a long faced expression, before slowly resting his face on his hand and crossing his head.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Hearing the young lady assign 'names' to each of the powers Seb wondered what she would make of him. "So network , I assume you use more than the usual 10% of your brains capacity? Are you constrained on how much data you can process at one time? " Seb was really interested in this guys power. If he could essentially access any and as much information he wanted he could make a very dangerous meta.

"I can control the flow of time to an extent, I can slow and pretty much stop it but I can't reverse it." He sipped his coke "I can also .... feel intense moments on the spot they happened like an engagement or a death" he announced to the group of metas around the bar.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Adrian took a greedy gulp of his drink, the barmaid didn't seem all that focused on her job at the moment, from the looks of it maybe these guys were her friends or something. They looked like a weirdly mixed bunch. The three he'd seen at the campus made sense, a bunch of high school kids who were really focused on being cool, sure they'd attract each other. Why they were hanging out with... what looked and sounded like some kind of drifter and the fancy version of the guy from 127 hours was beyond Adrian right now. He was too busy munching ice.

It was only when they started talking about powers that Adrian perked up and took notice. It had to be powers, what else could it be. The crazy girl was showing it off at the conference and now some guy was talking about yanking around the internet or something. And then they were talking about old meta comics! 'I never even met anybody else who read those.'

"I can control the flow of time to an extent, I can slow and pretty much stop it but I can't reverse it." Said some british guy, solving all the mystery in one fell swoop!

And time control, really?! That was way cooler than a fever and burning up the rug!

"What have I walked myself into?" He muttered into his glass.

Was this some kind of meta support group? If it was... then maybe that was just what he needed. Maybe.

 

[TheIronRuler]

'...I can control the flow of time to an extent, I can slow and pretty much stop it but I can't reverse it....'

'So you're like Quicksilver?', Ciri's eyes were lit up with delight, 'You can go really really fast?'.

She noticed someone else in the room who was doing his best to stay incospucious and was failing hard at it.

'Hey there', she raised an eyebrow at the fact nobody else was noticing a total stranger sitting next to them and hearing everything they were saying.