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[hcsecktae]

Nova was shaking slightly as she stared down at her blood-covered hands, still kneeling down on the edge of the sidewalk. Everything had happened so fast -- yelling, screeching tired, the deafening BANG as a body collided with traffic. She’d responded on impulse, nearly thrown herself into the mess, desperate to help. And she had, she’d managed to fix it before it was too late, endured the pain that shot through her body as she mended someone else’s. And then someone had pulled her off, pushed her aside, been loud and obnoxious about someone needing to call 911 and the victim was still in shock and didn’t tell them that the blood was just blood and there were no wounds left to tend to.

And now the adrenaline had worn off and she was trembling, unable to move, shaken up from her own boldness, from the rejection, from all the blood and the feeling that nobody cared.

[honestskyes]

Skylar let out a small hum as he flicked a small spurt of fire onto the wick of the candle rested in front of him, eyes narrowed as he attempted to not burn the shit out of his already very scarred fingers. It didn’t matter that he was doing this out in the middle of some dumb bar. Everyone could tell by looking at the blonde that he liked to play with fire by the way burns twisted up his right arm, reaching up to his jaw. It wasn’t like it was a secret who he was or what he did with that power either. Some shitty pop singer with an affinity for setting himself on fire with his own powers. He was trying to get better on both accounts, though. As he blew out the light and attempted again, he felt a small strike of pride wash over him as he didn’t feel a damn thing this time. Maybe it could be attributed to the callousing on his digits, but he wouldn’t think about it like that.

Skylar wasn’t exactly a hero, nor was he a villain. Just some kid with way too much power in his hands and very little control over just how much of it he knew what to do with it. Skylar was sure that it had to be one way or the other. He’d seen hero’s on tv, all doing something that it seemed he ought to, but the twenty-six-year-old really had no desire to inflict the world with another vigilante with a god complex—no, that wasn’t his schtick.

[pollygreenebean]

“Oh, Fiddlesticks.” The small blue haired girl huffed as she looked over the smashed pot at her feet. Had she been paying attention maybe this wouldn’t have happened? Maybe she wouldn’t have wasted all of that potting soil, and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t be dealing with a very disheveled plant. She wasn’t exactly sure the extent of her powers but she was certainly very sure that they couldn’t manipulate a plant back together, nor could she heal the darn thing without hurting herself. “I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy.” She mumbled as she crouched down to pick up the broken bits of the pot first, small hands struggling to hold all of the fragments.

She worked at a local flower shop, she didn’t own it, just filled space among the plants, constantly singing to them or telling them silly little stories. The only reason Polly hadn’t been fired for constantly dropping and breaking things due to her generally clumsy disposition was that she had a strange affinity for keeping the plants in line. So, Polly Greene was an asset to this small business no matter if the owners liked it or not. So, as the motion of the constantly flowing New York streets shifted around her, Polly tried to clean up the mess that she’d made.

[ftwmechanicdylan]

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dylan: i just blew up my toaster...how very first grade powers but i accidentally did...i wanted toast..

[brightlightsbigcityrp]

Starting Friday the 9th, a black-tie gala to honor our heroes will take place through the end of the event. New York City's bravest will be treated to an evening consisting of music, dancing, and a complimentary five-star meal.

This is for a scenery to get all of our heroes and villains in one room, with the possibility of so many plots and twists! We wanted to give you guys a few days to plot, so remember to use discord to get some group plots because that’s the goal of this event. Make sure you like this post so we know that everyone has seen it and can participate! 

[bowiemonroee]

“Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? Because personally, I’d be okay with the latter, you know? Like, you don’t have that pressure of actually doing good. I’d get bored of that shit real quick.” Bowie shrugged before taking a sip of his drink, eyes scanning the other partygoers in his apartment. “Anyway, you wanna see something crazy? This party’s getting boring as fuck.”

[max-xo-bella-blog]

CLOSED || Max & Karla

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Max chuckled as she felt the slender fingers comb through her hair, nipping gently before kissing Karla’s stomach again slowly. “You sleep too much,” she mumbled against her skin before poking her head out of the covers. Whoever she slept with was always quite lucky, as her ability to warm up the bed was remarkable. “I got bored.” With a grin, she kissed the other woman’s neck before rolling off of her and back onto her own pillow. 

She’d be lying if she said Karla’s work didn’t worry her a little bit, so every moment she got to spend with her meant a lot to Max. “You were having dreams again,” the brunette said with a soft laugh as she gently dragged her fingertip down the bridge of the latina’s nose. “Mumbling in your sleep..”

@karlaxgonzales