Realistic or Modern Beyond Human- ICRP

[TheMightyBulk]

Central Park New York City
11:12am

Abigail Stain

Abigails face contorted into an expression of confusion followed shortly by one of acceptance as her hands blazed signs out at high speed. Her purple dress billowing slightly in the wind along with her hair making her certain she was looking rather good for the cameras. Oh and there were camera’s loads of them a press conference was being held where her employer, a real estate mogul and night club chain owner announced his support for the up and coming Governor candidate Tank Heinrich.Funnily enough they were arranged like stairs with her as the shortest standing beside her boss On the right hand, who at 5ft 10in wasn’t exactly short. Yet both of them looked like children beside the mountain of a man to their left. He was at least 6ft 9in and his muscles seemed ready to burst his suit at the seams. After translating the long winded introduction her Boss stepped aside letting the large man stand in his place at the podium where he announced his policy plans for the city, including a flat tax rate, digital polling programs meant to give people more voice in policy decisions, with less hurdles for those who wish to start businesses. She had to admit it sounded good at least but her attention for politics Was piss poor at best. Out of the corner of her eyes she could’ve sword one of the Security team of the man was looking at her. Abigail was more focused on keeping her eyes on the camera’s and making sure she didn’t miss a word.

Finally he began to take questions and she was told her job was over, lucky for her too as her hands were beginning to get tired. Besides she was hungry, so she decided to make her way to one of the Philly cheesesteak food carts with a smile. With all the people there for various reasons she had a hard time navigating her way through the crowd especially as short as she was and lacking the ability to ask people to step aside. She would simply pause occasionally waiting for an opening to step into it. Her brow furrowed in frustration as realized that at her current pace it would take her at least half an hour to get to the cart, yet with little other recourse she exhaled a deep sigh and continued her polite waiting and walking.

Alex Heinrich

To be honest he was glad he took this job. Sure he didn’t exactly need the money but it was a chance to spend some time with his dad and brothers which he always enjoyed. Sure they were working now, but before hand they had enjoyed a breakfast filled with all the Dudely love you could ever want. He was sure that afterwards would be similar but for now he was carefully scanning the crowd with a serious gaze. Occasionally breaking it to sneak a peak at the Purple haired translators, she was after all pretty damned gorgeous. Each time however he would chastise himself for being so unprofessional and again his eyes would fall to the crowd. Finally his dad started speaking, his booming voice making the microphone almost redundant. He spoke with a poise and confidence that seemed so bold that he hardly looked like a politician. Granted he wasn’t yet but the old man was certainly trying. A smile crossed his face as he thought of his dads plan. It was a long one but it would end up making the world a better place, especially for those who have had to live in the shadows for so long. Maybe that was why his dad was so obsessed with other powered individuals and making him and his brothers as strong as possible.

He noticed The purple haired girl stepping off the stage and hoped to see where she was going so he could attempt to chat with her afterwards but his brother nudged him gesturing to a suspicious looking man with a backpack one whose gaze seemed hard set on His father or so he thought, but he watched as the mans eyes trailed the purple haired girl. Then he spotted another one, further back in the crowd. The man tried to look away quickly but Alex had already seen it, this one was watching him. Sure enough there were more, at least six scattered throughout the crowd. He went to tap his fathers shoulder but saw him giving him a thumbs up beneath the podium. He had already seen them as well it seemed. For now he seemed to want them to stand down, Alex listened but he didn’t like it one bit, so he shifted his hands to his belt buckle in what would likely look like an intimidating gesture in reality is was because his belt buckle was made of Stainless steel and while not the strongest metal it was certainly a good enough one for him to morph at a moments notice if he needed to, plus it was one he was comfortable with and knew how to make it work. Unsurprisingly the contact with his buckle did reassure him. However he couldn’t help but notice a few more of the mysterious men in the crowd, yet their gazes trailed to others whose faces he didn’t recognize. Likely powered like him if he was right about what was to come. Finally someone asked his dad a question about the rumors spreading of people who can do crazy things. His father responded with a dismissive chuckle before saying. “What about them? Assuming it’s true they are still just people, your fellow citizens and neighbors, you have went your whole life without them being a problem and I’m sure you can continue to do so after knowing they exist...I’m sorry but that concludes questions for today, my assistant can take any further ones but I have a few more stops in the state. Stay strong New York.” As he said the last part he did a mock flex like a body builder with a big grin before beginning to Be shuffled off the stage by his sons.

Kansas city Rural Amish community
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The man in the backpack adjusted his rifle and swallowed deeply as he peaked through the scope. The man in his sights stopped over shirtless raining blows on a wooden peg with his mallet apparently putting together some kinda furniture. Others mulled around doing there daily business all oblivious to him a whole two kilometers away with his high caliber rifle. For whatever reason they had asked him to use a .50 call with a special experimental armor piercing ammo. Honestly it felt like overkill on this old hairy man but whatever he wasn’t paid to exercise his moral compass. He racked his slide then took a deep breath and fired. The bullet crossed the two kilometer gap in a fraction of a second flames and air pressure behind it like it had flown straight out of hell. Yet the mans heart skipped a beat and the color drained from his face as he watched the old man swat it aside as if it were a fly. He didn’t even away from his project, Even as the bullet blasted a meter wide crater next to him. Instead the old man simply seemed to sigh and stand turning to look in the direction the bullet had come from. He rose to his feet and raised his wooden mallet into the air “Shit, Shit,Shit.” The man cursed as he fired just as many rounds down range at the old man. All the man did was point in his direction with the other hand and each bullet curved slamming into the dirt beside him. The hammer in his hand began to glow and that was when the sniper fired his last round aiming for the spot between the mans eyes. Yet as the bullet flew he watched in horror as the old man threw his wooden mallet, and the damn thing sailed like a missile leaving a sonic boom in its wake, vaporizing the bullet as it flew. “Oh F-“ was all he had time to say before the mallet slammed into the ground at his feet detonating like a mortar and flinging him dozens of meters. He actually though he would survive until he landed and that thought was dashed along with all others by the rocks he landed on.​

 

[lilbean]

June just got off work and was driving down the road when she saw her favorite Philly cheesesteak food cart. She immediately pulled her motorcycle over and hopped off. She took off her helmet, swaying her snow white hair as she walked through the crowd being led by the enchanting smell of cheese oozing through thin slices of meat. She noticed a purple haired girl trying to get through the crowd, I mean, how could she not? She has purple hair. She stared at her for a second, confused about what she’s doing. Was she just standing there and waiting for people to move? Either she’s really polite or, well june couldn’t think of another reason. She could tell she was going to the same food cart so she decided to help her out, it wasn’t a thing she usually does, but June will always help another Philly Cheesesteak lover in need. She walked over and motioned for her to follow her as she pushed her way through the crowd clearing a path.

 

[Yahhah]

Bartholomew McHanson
New York City- Central Park.
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New York, It was certainly an interesting city. At least what Bartholomew had seen of it had been interesting. As always he was more interested in his actual work then he was in seeing the sights. The circus had arrived in New York the previous night, and now that it was light they were setting up and all that entailed Bartholomew to do was to have everything ready to wow the public come night. At the moment he stood in his temporary sleeping quarters running through all the normal tricks he did. Special effects seemed functional with more preparation, plexiglass needed to be transported, and his cards were all there. "Hey Barty, did you notice that crowd outside? Looks like a politician was doing some kind of conference" the voice was familiar, one of the gymnasts Samantha Greene, was poking her freckled face into the quarter.

"What an interesting event to take place so close to our stage. I don't think that has occurred before" Bartholomew said. "How far away"? The already in costume magician straightened his top hat and grabbed his cane. It was a metal rod painted in a flurry of blues, purples, and it ended in a round shape which was purely colored white. Now that his things were sorted at least to an extent he had a chance to head out and see the sights. Which granted he still had his work done bothered no one.

"The other side of the park" Samantha told him to which Bartholomew nodded. He put a deck of cards into his coat pocket.

"I'm heading out, I'll be back a few hours before showtime" Bartholomew told his fellow performer before making his way out of the rapidly forming stage and tent. The man gave off a whistling melody as he walked his way down the paved pathways the park had. His eyes scanned any person he came across mostly the women, looking for anything that could be considered familiar. As he always did when he took these walks he found nothing. He'd thought being with this traveling show would allow him to find her, he'd had no such luck so far and he was starting to give up on. He remembered what Samantha had said about a crowd on the other side of the park. He steered himself in that general direction his cane clacking against the concrete of the path with every step he took until the crowds came into sight. He garnered a few stares as he appeared on the scene scanning different faces which made sense as was dressed for the job of a stage musician, he was used to them and most didn't linger.
(Open).

 

[lilbean]

June sees Bartholomew and is confused for a second. She’s seen him somewhere before, at the bar? No, she would remember “the greatest showman” waltzing in and getting a vodka tonic. Probably a poster or something, maybe he has a show planned tonight. I guess I could go see it, I have nothing else to do. Keethan’s gonna murder someone, or like, steal some guns, so no hiests tonight. Sheesh I need some more friends, or a cat- Before she could finish her long unnecessary adhd thought, she walked face first into one of those shady dudes. “Oh sorry,” she said trying to regain her balance, “didn’t see ya there.”

 

[N-onymous]

Keethan Joglo

Keethan was on top of the roof of his apartment , setting up his telescope for the “meteor shower”. At least that’s as the official story. If anyone actually noticed, he was looking at his next target. Bragos Yutipon. Billionare Russian, who secretly was one of the top providers of weapons to the anti meta hunters. Right now however he was taking a cruise through his limousine. He seemed to be awfully confident with his security, but it was obvious that he’d never actually seen a meta. Only 4 body guards surrounded him, which he could easily take out. But his mission was not assassinaction. His mission was to demolish every gun he had, and completely expose him to the public. He sighed. The things you can do NYC . He thought to himself

 

[Heterological]

Will Stimm

Glancing around, Will stood still in the crowd of people, looking in despair at the strange men with backpacks. He'd specifically told them to look at the politician but not to glare at him like idiots, and yet they still did it. First, there was the misunderstanding delaying them for fifteen minutes, and now this.

He still didn't know why they had hired him. He did know, however, that it wasn't going to work. Will could see in his peripheral vision the bodyguards, or whoever they were, looking at the intruders too. That was what happened when you hired cavemen like these who got by on luck. Will himself was looking at the politician; everyone was since it was his rally. But the men were staring, openly doing whatever they were without even blinking!

Deciding to cut his losses, Will started to head out of the crowd, planning to maybe grab a bite at a food truck or something on the way to his base of operations.

 

[lilbean]

June walks out of the crowd, now noticing the shady people staring at other shady people. She was suspicious, but ready for anything with her kick boxing reflexes on high alert. Finally, she made it to the food truck but had to wait in line. Every second her mouth watered more. With every breath she smelled the oozing goodness of a Philly cheesesteak. It was like a perfume comertial, except with thinly cut meat instead of black and white unicorns. After the morning shift at the bar/restaurant, she needed her favorite food. She hated wakeing up, maybe even more than human interaction. She hates human interaction.

 

[N-onymous]

Keethan Joglo

While looking out the telescope he noticed somethin. A couple of odd men in backpacks were following him. Were they trying to. . . Take him out. Well, they were obviously going to fail. They didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were staring at the bodyguards. Either they had something that could take them out easily, or they were astonishingly stupid. He though most likely the latter

Well, I think I’m done for today. He thought to himself. Now that he had a basic view of him, he would need to see his house soon. He was going to his apartment to cook something, when he remembered that he had forgotten to get groceries today. Cmon. So he decided to head out to get some food, then buy groceries

 

[Heterological]

Matt Turkman

Matt sighed, walking out of the employee entrance quickly. He'd been stuck doing a few minutes of overtime. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem, but he'd heard that Alex had been stopping by at Central Park for his dad's speech or something, and he had wanted to see it since it was a big deal, and by now the speech would have already finished.

He walked into a nearby alley and quickly lowered his density so that he was really light. Then Matt started to jump up the wall, leaping up onto one side and then onto the opposite side, over and over. His lightweight made it so this was easy, and he reached the top of the building pretty quickly. From there he headed towards Central Park, staying low and keeping his black hoodie over his head, leaping from building to building.

 

[lilbean]

June finally gets to the front of the line and orders her Philly cheesesteak. She bites down into her lunch as soon as she gets it, and decides to stay while she eats. What’s this speech about anyways? June doesn’t care for politics, it’s just too confusing. Eventually she got bored, by that I mean 15 seconds (she doesn’t have a long attention span) and instead focused on the shady dudes. Are they extra security? It’s not like this guy’s the president though. Are they looking for someone?

 

[N-onymous]

Keethan Joglo

He was about to look for a food cart, when he noticed a speech going on. He stood and listened. It wast particularly interesting so he was about to leave, when noticed some. . . Odd looking people in the crowd. His hand automatically went to his jacket pocket to check for his knives. Thankfully they were still there. Food can wait. . . I guess. He though to himself as he silently observed them

 

[lilbean]

Juniper spots keethan in the crowd. She does the ‘sup’ nod at him with a mouth full of food. She’s still keeping an eye on the shady people, and notices that keethan sees them too. She half hopes for some action, but, after she’s done with her food. She’s on high alert and ready to jump into a fight if needed.

 

[Yahhah]

What a large assembly. Bartholomew stood looking around, gripping his cane in both hands as he looked around. He could feel eyes boring into him, more so than he normally expected. He turned to the feeling not truly caring to disguise his motion. Sure enough there were men all around the area, staring at him and a few other choice individuals among the crowd, mainly the big man on the podium. He clicked his tongue inside his mouth, he did not like the looks of this. Brought back bad memories. He scanned the crowd again looking for that familiar face that he could never find. Perhaps he should head away from the park, she could be hiding somewhere else or not in this city at all. But, no some gut feeling told him to stay in the area. All this tension in the air caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. He kind of wished he had his gun on him but no, it was back at the tent in his lockbox. Bartholomew twirled his cane and held it behind his back, no point simply standing still. He looked around wondering if any of the food stands were worth taking a look at.

 

[PlusUltra]

Astarte Cainhurst
Tags: (Open)
Location: Central Perk, New York

A tall blonde can be seen through the windows of one of the more notable coffee shops slash bistros that border the city's main park, a content smile across the few exposed features not concealed by the large sunglasses, hat, and oversized hooded top. Taking another slow sip she seems to have a look of reflection as she looks towards the liquid for several moments before casting an idle glance to the press assembled around in the park for some sort of political event, while she had little interest in the general comings and goings within politics it did provide a convenient cover for her main identity. While she could take on another form she never felt as comfortable as within her own skin so to speak, and with all the press focused upon the main event nobody would look towards her too closely other than for the obvious reasons, no compulsion to sign autographs and deal with the limelight in her relaxing me time.

Dropping several bills she adjusts her outfit and finally exits leaving the table full of countless plates in her wake, checking her phone for any new messages from either of her personas agents as she internally debates the next direction for the day.