The Omega Generation (Looking for 1-2 Players. Read first post and PM your CS to the admins)

[ShadowKatt]

Looking down at his hands, he thought about what the chaotic omega told him. Enhanced strength, enhanced speed, telekinesis, and a destructive light power. Chaotic was right, this omega was going in so many directions it was impossible to tell what it might do next. However, short of standing up to him, he didn't seem to threaten him. The rest seemed afraid to get near him though for fear of having their own powers replicated and turned on them. That fear was convenient. It would make them all believe he was far more threatening than he really was, and discourage them from threatening him.

"Right, like I said, dangerous." Ben repeated, "Warning me about just how much damage you can do doesn't exactly make you friendly, now does it? But in terms of damage, you said it yourself, I can copy other omegas. Who knows what I'm capable of?" he replied. It was a risky move. He knew better, there was no way he could stand up to this omega. At the same time though, he couldn't look weak in front of it either, or else it might take advantage.

 

[John Coleman]

Everyone, pedestrians and all, were still observing the exchange. Enapay chuckled and gestured to the surrounding individuals. He the lowered his tone, making sure that only the copycat heard. The dark-skinned teen knew that the man was counting on everyone's fear of him, and he wouldn't take that away from him by talking loudly, making him more afraid and possibly more insecure.

"I might have the mind of a fourteen year old, long story, but I was a pretty astute kid. No idiot. I know I'm pretty much the best set of powers you're going to get, around here at least. And a weaker version of me won't be enough. Especially when you don't know how to use my more advanced powers. I know you don't, because even I only have a small clue. So, I'm calling your bluff, buddy. I don't know why you're trying to look like a threat to me, anyway. Understand, I don't want to hurt you. I just don't want you to hurt anyone else."

 

[Ultraman950]

December 31st, 2019
Atlantic City, NJ

Dawn was doing what she loved to do, hanging out with her friends in her local high school gymnasium. Having a good time. Not a care in the world. School was out for the holidays, and her class decided to host a party to bring in the new year. A lot of people were there: Teenagers, parents, teachers, family... almost everyone Dawn could call "friend" or "loved one", all dancing, snacking, or playing games. Rock Band was a favorite. Some lamented the lack of alcohol, but others pointed out that there were kids under 21 present.

Dawn, being a popular girl, was constantly mingling and laughing. She was in her element. Her ponytail was constantly in motion as her head turned to greet the latest person to speak to her.

"Excuse me, miss." Dawn spun around to see who spoke to her as a huge grin split her face. "I was wondering if you could point me to the lady of the hour?"

The voice belonged to a handsome young man, 20 or so years old, with brown hair cut short to show off his dark blue eyes. He had a smile on his lips despite his attempt at a serious voice, which was thwarted when Dawn leaped at him to hug him about the shoulders. "Patrick! You made it!"

Patrick laughed, hugging her back. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, li'l sis. I haven't seen you since my graduation."

"Well," replied Dawn snarkily, "if you hadn't moved to Manhattan, maybe we'd see each other more!"

Patrick put his hand to his forehead in a dramatic way. "Alas," he said with gusto, "my military superiors force me ever away from my family in the name of the country! Away, even, from my little sister, whom looketh upon me with--"

"Patrick!" Dawn playfully thumped Patrick's chest, who laughed. "Okay, okay! Hey, where's Mom and Dad? I wanna say hi."

The siblings parted ways. Patrick disappeared into the crowd as Dawn went back to her friends, who were now mostly talking about her brother. Dawn had to keep bringing up his engagement.

The party only got more exciting as midnight approached. Attention was called time and again to the large projector screen in the room, which was constantly showing the news channel that was showing off the crystal ball that would soon drop. Every time they cut to commercial was filled with sighs and groans, Dawn's among them.

The minuets ticked by. All eyes were fixed on the screen. Even the Rock Band players had stopped playing. The noisy talking was down to excited murmurs. Dawn had lost sight of the rest of her family in the crowd, but she didn't mind.

Finally, thought Dawn, it's time! The official countdown began as the large ball slowly descended the tower. The gym was filled with the voices of Dawn's friends and family noisily following the countdown, their voices echoing off the gym's walls, their hands beating the air in time with the numbers on the screen.

They made it all the way to three when the wave hit.

Dawn woke up several hours later, her head pounding. Must've hit my head, she thought. Got knocked over or something.

She looked up and saw an ocean of bodies. Barely any floor peeked between the tangled mess of arms and legs in the gym. No movement. Not even a breath. No sound, whatsoever.

Dawn clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at each body in turn, unsure what to think or do. She slowly got to her feet and walked among the bodies, horrified, towards the door. She saw the bodies of her brother, her best friends, her parents, all motionless, and some with strange deformities. Their eyes were open, staring blankly at nothing.

Tears rolled down Dawn's face as she ran out the door into the cold new year.

Present Day

Dawn paced among the crowd, witnessing the exchange, listening. Her red hoodie and ponytail both flapped in her wake each time she turned as if trying to outdo each other, her jeans scraping as she walked. She obviously wasn't trying very hard to hide. Her bright clothes certainly weren't helping if she was.

C'mon, she ordered herself. Just walk up and ask them. You used to be good at this.

She half-turned to walk towards them, stepping into the clearing a bit, then went back to pacing in the back.

Goddamn coward, her thoughts screamed in her head, When will I get over this? They're obviously in the same boat I'm in. Maybe they can help me! So why can't I just talk to them?!

She headbutts her own fist in frustration, which somehow set her hand on fire.

Swearing, she quickly smothered it with her hoodie, but the damage was done. She was shoved by the crowd into the clearing. As she regained her balance, she looked around for somewhere to hide, but failing that, looked wide-eyed at the group of Omegas in front of her, blushing.

"Um..."

 

[2ndblackjedi]

Marcus tried to hear what was being said. He could guess that Enapay was trying to calm the other Omega down, but beyond that he wasn't sure. Enapay seemed to have the situation under control so far, and Marcus had no reason to believe he couldn't handle this. His recent actions proved that he had a good head on his shoulders.

"Sounds like somebody has a man crush." said one of his voices.

"Screw you." Marcus thought.

Marcus glanced over at the burning building. The fire on the lower floors seemed to be contained but the upper floors still raged. The image of multiple dead bodies appeared briefly in his head when suddenly a young woman was pushed out of the crowd surrounding the scene towards the group. She looked incredibly nervous and could only manage to say "Um..."

Marcus looked at her and saw what she was feeling. He tried to make her feel as relaxed as possible, just in case she was an Omega with a power that could make the situation worse.

"Hey." Marcus said to her, not able to think of anything else.

"Oh, that's helpful." said one of his voices.

"Go to hell." Marcus responded in his thoughts. He then noticed the smoke coming off of a singed part of her hoodie that looked like it had just been used to put out a fire.

"Guess that explains what her power is." Marcus thought.

"Looks like she literally is a hottie." said a voice.

"Seriously? Guys, c'mon, can you just be quiet for like five seconds?" thought Marcus.

"You okay?" he asked the young woman, searching for the cause of her stress. He briefly wondered if she had something to do with the current inferno.

 

[AgentBJ09]

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28 Minutes Ago -

Once the campus was far enough behind him, Alex picked up his pace. The trek towards NYC, even with a steady jog, felt longer than normal, and the pillars of smoke in the distance constantly made him question what he was getting himself into. He barely had any reason to go into the city with it in this shape, yet he still felt that he could be of some help or something.

He soon reached a highway leading to the city and began following it. Along the way, he noticed a lot of people were trying to leave the city, and quickly if they were able. The traffic was densely packed and several times, people sounded their horns at vehicles that passed them up; more times than that, he heard the sounds of squealing tires overlapping the sounds of engines. ?Geez, these people are nuts.? he thought to himself.

Further along the road, he had to slow down and catch his breath. Resuming his trek with a walk, he was soon shaken by the sounds of what he heard and came to a stop; the sounds of metal crunching, glass shattering, and the loud pop of an airbag. The collision had happened on the exit side of the freeway, between a sedan and an SUV, the trunk of the sedan collapsed from the hit.

For a second, Alex's heartrate went crazy. He stood frozen for a while as he eyed the wreck, even though it was only the front car's trunk that had taken the worst hit. Eventually, he broke from his spot in the grass and bolted across the highway, leaping over the concrete divider to see if anyone was hurt.

At first, no one seemed too badly hurt. Taking a second to see who was involved, he was then distracted by the sounds of a few horns. Hearing them after an accident like this started fueling a small fire of rage at the thought of anyone being that insensitive. Removing one of his gloves, he had an idea about how to stop and redirect the traffic, and if he played his cards right, a way to vent some of his anger before he tried to help those people.

Stepping behind the SUV after a look inside it, he began waving his arms forwards and screaming ?Back up, now!? as loud as he thought it would take for everyone to hear him. For a while, no one moved their cars and the honking just kept up. ?Back up, damn it. People are hurt here.? Alex shouted at the mass. In response to this, a car nearby began to move around the car behind him, missing his body by a few feet. At first, he began to get more angry, but then realized that he now had more room to reform the ground and change the traffic flow if he needed to.

Changing his tactics, Alex gestured his hands up, then waved his left arm to his right and pointed that direction also. Soon, he had a nice flow of cars going around the scene, despite some on the far left being unable to move, causing him to forget his original plan.

18 Minutes Ago -

After a while of directing traffic, the sounds of sirens in the distance began to rise in pitch. As he kept his eyes in their direction, he saw an NYC ambulance approaching from the shoulder of the highway. ?Oh, thank God.? Alex thought. ?Someone called this in.? Waving them over, the first EMT to reach him was a young guy, about 28 with a slicked style of hair; his nametag said ?Nicholas?.

?Thanks, man. We got this one.? said Nicholas as the other EMTs readied their emergency bags.

Breathing a sigh, Alex returned the thanks and got out of their way as they began helping the people in the cars. For a minute, he was reluctant to leave just to see how the victims were doing. ?No. They're in good hands. I'll leave them alone.? Acting on that thought, he resumed his walk towards NYC, still shaking thinking about what he'd just done.

7 Minutes Ago -

The south limits of the city were a mess with the damage of the riot. Store windows were broken and a few small fires were burning in the streets. The scene was eerily similar to his first trip into NYC after the Omega Event a week after it happened. He had just come for some food, only to find everything trashed and having to force himself to loot a store in order to get what he needed. Trying to think of it as a real life version of his favorite video game only made him feel worse, so much so that he put the proper change inside the store's glass protected service room before he left.

As he kept walking, trying to avoid broken glass clusters, his body and ears were rocked by the sound of an explosion. It had come from the Northeast. That much he knew. Acting on instinct, he bolted in the direction that he heard it come from. That was no minor explosion, something that loud.

The streets grew more crowded as he drew closer to the scene. Soon, he saw a cloud of black smoke on his right, about three blocks further away, and changed course.

The scene was even more of a mess. People were gathered round the building that was smoking and either in fear or loudly chatting about what happened. It was like a scene from an old superhero film, one where the hero saved a pair of children from the flames. He had no idea that the same scene was about to play before him as he watched from the crowd.

As he watched, a large ball of liquid crashed out from behind a wall around the fifth story of the building, falling to the ground and on impact releasing three people from inside it, splashing in a wide arc from the impact site. Standing at the edge of the zoned off site, one blob fell near his foot, but was quick to roll away towards the rest of the blobs and start reforming into a human form. Once the body was whole, the person it created seemed groggy like he'd just woken up. He was black and likely younger than Alex was, but he didn't recognize his face at all. Even so, his powers were certainly something.

Present Time -

After watching all the EMTs treat everyone who had been involved in the fire, the sound of someone shouting from an alley a ways away from him got his head to turn. The person who appeared was a bit younger than him but eager to get away from a firefighter who was following them.

One of the others from the group being treated, this one with what seemed like a metal faceguard, then got up and made his way to the worried guy who was now causing such a fuss among the crowd and emergency personnel. When he was closer, he then said, ?Any Omegas here need to back away. He can copy your power.?

?Copy?? Alex felt worried for a second, but quickly brushed the thought aside. Even if he could, his own powers were useless without both of his hands. This person couldn't know that immediately.

Then another guy, this one a young Native American, stepped forwards. The one with the faceguard backed off before the copycat started tossing out statements boasting about what he could possibly do to them. In short order, the priority of event had changed from the fire now being fought nearby to the two Omegas pulling punches with words.

"You just seem dangerous." said the copycat.

"I am." The Native replied.

The exchange went on for nearly another minute before everything seemed to be settling down with the two now whispering to each other. As it did, Alex began to wonder just who had caused this in the first place. The damage was enough to start a fire and cause an explosive boom that he heard nearly a mile away. It had to have been set off by a device. There was no other explanation.

As he looked over the others who were being taken care of, he caught a glimpse of someone being thrust into the clearing around them. It was a young lady with a hoodie. As Alex noticed her, he thought he caught a glimpse of a plume of smoke coming off her hand. Seeing that, he had a feeling this person could control fire in some way. For a second, he looked up at the building and the flames licking the sides of the walls and thought that this could be a very lucky break if that was true.

?Hang on.? he thought as he slipped under the tape. ?I can't just walk over and say, 'Help us stop the fire' just like that.? Embarrassed, he thought to turn away, but the African Omega he had seen reform from liquid earlier was quick to approach her and ask if she was OK.

Fighting some lingering embarrassment, Alex turned and made his way towards them, hoping to see if there was some way he could be of help. ?Excuse me.? he said as he approached. ?Is everything OK??

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Erica watched the new arrivals warily.

One was a teenaged girl she'd seen around the apartment complex but had never really talked to, and was apparently looking for someone to talk with. The other was a boy with gloves, which most likely had to do with his mutation.

She had no idea of what powers they had, so she'd better just go into this carefully.

"So," Erica said after a moment, "What brings you here?"

 

[Scarim Coral]

Roar had seen some new faces in the area. He notice among the new faces was girl with a red hoodie and a guy with gloves on.

I hope they aren't Omegas or they may make the situation worse should that Power Minicry borrow their powers well depending what their powers are.

The glove guy approached them and ask

"Is everything OK?"

He was a bit surprise given how he had use his roar to stop the riot today while being filmed, people would stay away from him and yet this guy is heading toward him and the others. Maybe somehow the glove guy doesn't know who he is.

He replies to him "I think so for the time being. It looks like the kid over there is able to reason with that Omega. However given what had happen today I certainly hope that there will not be anymore bad thing coming any time soon."

 

[Ultraman950]

Spoiler: Character Sheet

A Challenger Approaches!

Name: Dawn Cynthia Anastasia

Code name: Kid Phoenix

Description: A tall 19-year-old blond with red highlights in her loosely tied-back hair, a clear face with a small nose, red/white/yellow color-scheme costume with this symbol on her chest and back: http://files.myopera.com/NghiaTAKESHI/albums/655018/Phoenix.jpg

Abilities: Class A. Pyro- and photokinesis. She can control any heat and light in the area, or from her own body if she needs to, and concentrate it to set things ablaze or fire a big beam of light, from throwing fireballs to lighting a dark hallway, to putting out fires or dimming lights.
Also, flight.

Weaknesses: Extreme cold makes her expend energy faster. Water can temporarily negate her abilities, depending on how wet she gets. Anything above her knees can make her nervous.

Personality: She was a pretty cheery girl, optimistic, with plenty of pep to go around. Now she's a reclusive, shy girl desperately trying to be the social butterfly she once was.

She's understandably hydrophobic, and will try to make excuses for avoiding water. Other than that, not much phases her.

Upon being asked, "Why 'Kid Phoenix' when you're 19?" she'll respond:
"Because 'Lady Phoenix' doesn't roll off the tongue, 'Phoenix Girl' just sounds weird, 'The Phoenix' is too cliche, and just plain 'Phoenix' was already taken."

History: She was in her last year of middle-school when the Omega Event happened, age 14. Her family was killed. During the 5 years leading up to the present, she mostly drifted from place to place, despite being so young. She grew up a lot in that time.

She recently found herself in New York, where she just heard a loud scream and came to investigate.

The poor girl looked back and forth between the three Omegas speaking to her, her blue eyes wide enough to swim in. "Um..." she repeated.

"O-okay, I... I know what it looks like..." Her still-smoking hand slipped out of her hoodie. She slipped it back in. "And-and-and I didn't have anything to do with that fire. I-I swear I just got here."

She managed to keep eye contact, so odds are good she's telling the truth. Even if she can't quite decide whose eyes she wants to look in. She almost looks on the verge of tears.

 

[AgentBJ09]

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"I think so for the time being." said the Omega with the faceguard. Alex wasn't sure why, but this guy's voice seemed to have a strange impact on him. Then, thinking about what the faceguard the guy was wearing was for, he realized that he had indeed heard a voice while he was back at campus; this one's voice. "It looks like the kid over there is able to reason with that Omega. However, given what had happen today I certainly hope that there will not be anymore bad thing coming any time soon."

Alex nodded his head in response to the statement with a "Hmm."

"So, what brings you here?" asked a voice on his right. Looking over at the person questioning them, she was very young, yet looked like she was tense about something.

"I'm just trying to see if I can be of help." Alex said before holding out his gloved right hand to the three of them. "My name's Alex Bismark."

"O-okay, I... I know what it looks like..." said the girl with the hoodie. She seemed to be shaking some as well as having trouble speaking. "And-and-and I didn't have anything to do with that fire. I-I swear I just got here."

"It's OK, ma'am. I believe you." Alex assured her. "There's no way this thing was caused by just fire or a short alone. I could hear it on the edge of the city when it happened; a blast that loud was from a bomb." The group looked at him as he said that, the hooded girl with tears in her eyes and the other two with looks on their faces that said, 'How would you know that?'

 

[2ndblackjedi]

Marcus was briefly suspicious of Alex's bomb theory, but it fit with what he was thinking. This fire was no accident. Still, a solution may have just appeared.

"Okay, you didn't cause the fire and no one thought you did but..." Marcus paused to figure out the best way to word his question. "Do your abilities allow you to put out fires as well? Cause the situation is getting worse and the fire might spread to other buildings. If you don't want to that's perfectly understandable but I'd...we'd appreciate it. And I'm sure the firefighters would to."

Marcus considered putting his hand on her shoulder for a moment but figured that would make her more nervous than comforted and he really didn't want to go through the whole steam thing again.

"Oh, unless you had something else you wanted to say." Marcus added, mentally kicking himself for not realizing the girl probably had more to say than that the fire wasn't her fault.

 

[Scarim Coral]

When the glove guy mention about the bomb he did act caution toward him but once he thought about it, he ease back.

That would make sense since there no way the building would have caught on fire so fast without anyone noticing it.

He turns his attention toward the hoodie girl who he can clearly see she was in a nervous state. The idea of her being the possible cause had never crossed his mind. He took her words about having nothing to do with the building without a doubt. He started to feel sympathy to her as her behaviour reminds him the time when his Omega power had awoken. His voice alone had deal a lot of damage.

He calm says to her "Relax, we are all Omegas here so your power is no different to ours. We know that our powers can hurt others in one way or another."

He then realise that he was somewhat lying since he had not fully understood the people he had met full powers were.

 

[Ultraman950]

The nervous girl stood up a bit straighter as she heard the comforts, but her eyes kept moving to each face. She removed her hand from inside her red hoodie, which had thankfully stopped smoking.

She gave Alex an alarmed look when he brought up the bomb. "What?!"

She nodded to Marcus. "Yeah, I can stop fires. It's... it's a bit harder, but I can." She looked at the building in question. "Yeah, I think I can do it."

She scratches the back of her head. "I, uh... I guess I'll do it, then. I'll be right back, I guess."

She crab-walked around the three, then got a running start to leap into the air and fly up to the burning building, over the heads of the crowd. She exhaled, spread out her arms, opened her mouth, and inhaled.

The flames, which had been busily climbing up the walls, now curved sharply toward the blond girl. As they neared her, they split to coil around and into her hands, and flew straight into her nose and mouth. It was like a bizarre painting of a person with the entirely wrong impression of a dragon.

A few moments later, she was clearly in pain. The flames stopped curving toward her and she floated to the ground to land on her knees, breathing hard, her face and hands smoldering and her clothes heavily singed. Still, she had managed to snuff the worst of the fire.

 

[2ndblackjedi]

Marcus was surprised when the girl unexpectedly soared towards the flames. Within moments she had reduced the size of the blaze.

"I guess flight is a lot more common than I realized..." Marcus thought. His relief quickly turned back to worry as he saw the girl land on her knees. She seemed to be in pain and breathing hard.

"Damn it!" he said, as he ran towards her.

"Hmm, whose fault is this?" said one of his voices. "Oh yeah, yours. You done goofed big time."

"Not now!" he thought back. He ran to the girl and knelt down beside her.

"Are you alright?" he asked, prepared to lend a hand when she was ready to stand. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to do that."

As he apologized, Marcus noted the extreme heat now coming off of the girl. He suddenly found himself not wanting to get very close to her, so he could avoid steaming again, but he stayed where he was. More out of guilt than anything.

 

[Scarim Coral]

He was astounded with the girl power as it looks like she is absorbing the fires from the building.

I better not tell Mizu about her otherwise she will want to research her ability.

His feeling is quickly changed from amazing to state of panic when he saw the girl is now suffering. He felt a great heat wave coming from the girl, he assume she must not have full control over here power.
He quickly thought of an idea. He ran toward the fire fighters and told them to use their hose toward the girl.

He asked "Use the lowest setting you got so you don't over do it!"

Fireman "Err that guy is in the way."

He turns around and saw Macus in front of the girl.

Roar shouted "Dammit Macus move out of the way!"

He wanted to move it and pull drag Macus away but he was reminded of the fire and the heat and his instinct is telling him not to move any closer.

 

[Ultraman950]

She quickly holds up a hand. "WAIT! Wait! No, I'm fine! N-no water please!" She coughs once. Smoke billows from her mouth. She's sweating profusely and her eyes are watering.

 

[2ndblackjedi]

"Dammit Marcus, move out of the way!" Roar shouted.

Marcus looked up to see Roar standing beside a firefighter, who had the fire hose aimed at the girl.

"Just a sec, Lloyd, I-" Marcus started, but the girl cut him off.

"WAIT! Wait! No, I'm fine! N-no water please!" she said.

"Gimme a moment!" Marcus said to Roar and the firefighter. Then in a quieter tone he said to the girl "Are you sure you're fine? You look like you're burning up from the inside. I think you need help."

"Of course she needs help you dope. Does coughing smoke sound healthy to you?" said one of his voices. Marcus ignored it.

 

[Ultraman950]

"N-no no no! Trust me! Water and I d-don't get along very well. I'm fine, r-really! I just need to get rid of the build-up. Somehow..."

She shucks off her red hoodie, revealing her loose shirt with a phoenix on both sides. She ties the hoodie around her waist and stands up. "I'm Dawn, by the way."

 

[2ndblackjedi]

"I'm Marcus." Marcus said. "Nice shirt by the way."

Marcus looked at the building. The fire was almost all gone. "So, Umm, How are you gonna get rid of the build-up then?" he asked Dawn.

 

[AgentBJ09]

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Even as the girl stammered that she shouldn't be dealing with water after her display in front of the building, Alex was amazed at the group he had run into. The copycat aside, for now, these seemed like good folks.

The crowd however was giving them some odd looks, mostly thanks to the news that this girl was able to handle fire. He doubted anyone outside of the group's small posse, who he now knew to be Dawn, Lloyd, and Marcus, had heard what he brought up but he had enough faith that no one would act stupid towards them after Dawn took the time to help calm the flames.

Back on the ground, Dawn mentioned that she needed to vent the excess heat, which Alex could feel even five feet from her. When Marcus asked how she planned to release the build-up, Alex took a few steps backwards in preparation of it. If he was correct, the area around her would likely get a lot hotter for a bit.

"Marcus," Alex said. "you might want to back up a tad." He then looked in Dawn's direction. "I'm not trying to be skittish, Dawn. Just cautious. Pleased to meet you, by the way."

 

[Ultraman950]

Dawn nodded to Alex. "You, t--" She coughed again. More smoke. Her collar was looking a little red. "You, too. Yeah, both you guys might wanna back up some. I think I took a little more than I should have..." Another cough. "Hold on."

She leapt straight up, flying into the air again as small jets of flame escaped her hands. She flew above the skyline, disappearing for a moment before a long jet of fire shot into the air from somewhere high above.

Dawn returned a moment later, shaking her again-smoldering hand. "Okay. I'm better now." She slipped her hoodie back on.