#terrakinesis

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[serrated-raventraveler23]

[ihavegotnotimeforfeelingsorry]

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Geokinesis / Terrakinesis (Earth Manipulation) - the ability to manipulate all forms of earthen materials, including soil, sand and rock and to create earthquakes. More advanced users can manipulate metals such as iron, copper and titanium. Users may have to be/stay in contact with the earth

[hotimaginator]

Elemental/kinetic power designs. Just a lil series I’ve decided to do, I will make more based off other elements and kinetic types.

This was also to help expand the spectrum of power types in my OC lore, since there’s almost an infinite amount of power types that are based off elements and others. These are just examples of some of the “natural” elemental power bearers (since there are who can be assigned or given their powers) even though there are many others of their kind.

[lalunasea]

Requested by anon. Earth Elemental.

[marianas-art-world]

ABILITIES

Geokinesis

The ability to create and manipulate earth.

@werewolfbarbie @oswinthestrange @songofthecagedmoose @salembitchtrialss @rowenaswife @firstgirlwonder

[thatmpdblog]

BlackPink Elemental Powers: Rosé - Terrakinesis

Jennie | Jisoo | Lisa

[annalesej]

Something Missing

It was hard trying to get back into things now that Newman was gone. All of us in the building were given a week off, Hell, the whole town did. Liam Newman was a kind old man who everyone knew as a friend, and this town wasn’t small, so whoever killed him better be feeling a whole lot of guilt.

But of course no one believed someone killed him, the statement that was given out stated that Newman died of a heart attack in his home, but what I knew was that Newman had just had his pacemaker replaced. None of it made sense, or at least it didn’t make sense to the average normal human being.

“Good morning Miss Everly, sorry to bother you, but the printer in the common room isn’t working again and we’re all useless with the thing and so we were wondering if you could help fix it because I was told that you were–,”

“Eliz–Elizabeth,” I interrupted, causing the interns cheeks to redden before she could ramble her tongue off. I stood up from behind my desk and made my way towards her, “All you have to do is ask, of course I will,” I told her, and she walked beside me as I began to walk down the hallway towards the common room. The common room was filled with cubicles that most of the employees were stationed at while the Managers like myself had their own office. I turned to the young woman and smiled, “How are your reports been going?” I asked her curiously and she gave me a proud smile.

“Very good actually, Chris and Scarlett have been helping me out with the scaffolding but other than that, great,” She spoke and I nodded.

“That’s really great, so do you think you’ll be coming back next month?” I asked her and she nods.

“Yeah, my parents want me to, and I like it here a lot, so I think so,” She says and I chuckled at her enthusiasm. I gently patted her back and then walked up to the printer, Elizabeth staying back. I crouched down onto my knees, opening the compartment below the photocopier part of the printer and began redirecting the wires until I realised that the copper wiring had been fried.

“Shoot,” I mumbled and I glanced back. Elizabeth had started talking to one of the tech managers, so I looked back at the printer and gently squeezed my fingers around the wiring. I could feel the copper burning as it welded itself together, and once the metal began to cool, I took my fingers off. Immediately, the printer began to hum and the ‘UNRESPONSIVE’ notification disappeared, “Alright, printer is fixed,” I announced.

“Who needs a repairman when we’ve got you?” Mark spoke, walking up to me with a USB, ready to use the machine already. I chuckled at his comment, and as I go to look over at Elizabeth, I spotted Tessa, one of the ladies who works at front desk, walk out of the elevator with two men in suits.

She looked around for a moment until she spotted me and made a quick b-line in my direction. I frowned and walked toward her in return, seeing as her slight franticness concerned me, “Morning Tessa, what’s going on?” I asked her and she turned back to the two men, and they introduced themselves.

“I’m Special Agent Steele and this is my partner Special Agent Gift,” The shorter the two, even though they were well over six foot, spoke to me in a serious matter, both showing their badges, “We’re here to talk about the death of Liam Newman,” He adds, and my confusion flipped to understanding.

“Yeah, of course, follow me,” I told them and quickly turned to the woman beside them, “Thank you Tessa,” I told her and she gave me a small smile as I gently squeezed her shoulder. She walked back towards the elevator and then I began heading towards my office.

“Miss Everly? Is everything okay?” Elizabeth asks shyly, glancing at the two men behind me.

“Everything is okay,” I chuckled at her worry and spotted Scarlett carrying loads of boxes, “Why don’t you go help out Scarlett, she looks like she needs it. I’ll talk to you later,” I told her and she nods, quickly walking towards the red-haired women in the corner.

I looked back at the two FBI Agents and gave them an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that, I’m sort of her Supervisor now since Newman passed away,” I told them and Special Agent Gift simply gave a small smile as I kept walking.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve still got a job to do,” He says and I looked back, giving him an appreciative nod, and then frowned.

“Did I–? No, I didn’t, I’m so sorry,” I chuckled, putting a hand on my forehead, “My names’ Juniper Everly by the way, but I believe the two of you already know that seeing as you’re both FBI?” I asked them and Special Agent Steele nodded.

“Yes we do, but don’t apologise, you seem busy,” He says and I nodded. I opened the door for the two Agents and then shut my door behind them, “Woah,” The same Agent mutters, and I gave him a chuckle.

“I should have warned you both about this,” I told them, gesturing to the few various sized potted plants on the floor, and the ones resting on my bookshelf and desk, “I’m a little bit of a green thumb,” I told them and sat down in my office chair.

“What about the crystals?” Special Agent Gift asks curiously, looking over the small collection I have beside my computer.

I picked one up and gave a disappointed sigh, “I was told different crystals give off different auras, or energy or whatever, but they don’t seem to be working,” I told him amused and then put the amethyst back down in its spot. I looked back at them both and cleared my throat, “But this is about Mr Newman,” I told them firmly and Special Agent Steele nodded.

“Yes, it is,” He spoke and then leaned forwards slightly, “From what we’ve been told, you were Mr Newman’s closest friend and trusted advisor, is that right?” He asks.

“Yes it is,” I confirmed.

“So you must know the people who would want to hurt him in anyway shape or form,” Special Agent Gift says, and I chuckled, my hunch on why the two Agents were here was correct. My knowingness caught them both off guard, making them both frown confused and curiously.

I looked at the two of them and let out a sad sigh, “I would, but there wasn’t a single soul in this town who had anything bad against Newman,” I told them confidently, and then I shook my head frustratedly, “The police in this town came out with a statement that Mr Newman had died from a heart attack, however I knew facts that the police didn’t want the public to know,” I told them firmly.

“So you know about the bleach chemicals found in his system,” Special Agent Steele says casually, but my eyes widened at the new fact, and Special Agent Gift quickly noticed this and gave his partner an annoyed stare.

“No I–I didn’t know about that,” I muttered, frowning at my bookshelf in disbelief. I cleared my throat and looked back at the two, “I–I know that Mr Newman had recently gotten his, uh, pacemaker replaced, but the bleach,” I wandered off on my words, trying to piece the bleach and the pacemaker together.

“Pacemaker?” Special Agent Gift repeats and I nodded. He turned to his partner and they both frowned at each other, “There wasn’t a pacemaker noted on the coroner’s report, was there?” He asks quietly and his partner shook his head.

“We’d have already known that if there was,” Special Agent Steel says, and then turns back to me, “Are you sure that there was no one here in the building, company or in his personal life that could have any sort of score to settle?” He asks, and my eyes widened.

It was simply another paper run for Mr Newman, to print some papers off, staple them together, and hand the reports in to him on his desk. Only this time, Mr Newman was on the phone, a little too preoccupied to sign the reports.

I didn’t know what to do, so I peaked around the corner just as he was finishing up on the phone, and I heard him those three words, “Look Pollard, I don’t do that sort of thing anymore and you’re threats are as empty as your bottle of whiskey, understood? Unlike you, I don’t have a score to settle with those animals. Now, goodbye,” He had said and slammed the phone onto the table.

I didn’t think of it as anything weird because Newman had spoken about being an animal hunter before, and the name Pollard was simply the last name of one of his old hunting buddies.

But take away the animal from animal hunter, and you plunge it into the world of the supernatural, there’s a lot more here than I thought.

“Miss Everly, are you okay?” Special Agent Gift asks and my eyelids fluttered as reality came back to me. I gave the two a small smile before my brain started to wire differently now that the supernatural seemed to be involved with Mr Newman’s death. The faces of the two Agents in front of me suddenly matched the faces of two infamous hunters known as Sam and Dean Winchester, and my small smile slowly faded away.

“Are you okay?” Special Agent Steele asks slowly. I looked past the two and at the bronze lock on the office door. It clicked lock. The two heard it and glanced back confused, the arms of the wooden chairs suddenly whined as it wrapped around the wrists of the two hunters.

“What the hell?” Special Agent Steele, who I believe is actually Dean Winchester, shouts and looked back at me with wide eyes, “You’re a witch,” He seethed and I frowned.

“I’m no Witch,” I said firmly, a little offended at the calling, “And no nor am I a Demon, Angel, or any other creature you know,” I said firmly, and Special Agent Gift, otherwise known as Sam Winchester, frowns at me suspiciously.

“Then how can you do this, huh? You’ve gotta be something because no person can do this,” Sam says firmly, trying to rip his arms from the wooden chairs grasp. I raised my hand and the crystals on my desk rose with the gesture, they began to spin delicately in a circle as I gently twiddled my fingers in the direction that were turning.

“I’m an Elementalist,” I spoke, and then the vines of the small plant in front of Dean began to grow and slither towards me as if it were a snake, curling a few inches high before it grew a small purple flower at the end of the vine, “Specifically a Prime Elementalist. I’m able to control one of the four elements of the universe, specifically my ability to be able to harness the powers of the Earth,” I explained briefly, and Sam frowns at me and then at the vine, and the crystals as I lowered them back onto the table.

“I’ve read about Elementalists, they’re power was meant to have been exterminated in the First World War,” He says and Dean scoffs.

“I’m not sure about you Sammy, but they don’t exactly seem exterminated do they?” The eldest Winchester asks, and then glares at me, “So what, you kill your boss to get a higher rank in the industry?” He accuses, and the vine quickly zipped back into its pot as I stared at Dean.

“And that’s why Elementalists went into hiding,” I spoke, “Hunters used to blame the unexplainable on people like me, only because we were easy to put the blame on since we were just there,” I told him, making him frown at me.

“I didn’t kill Newman, I don’t have the motive, guts or even thought to even think about the idea of laying a hand on the poor man,” I told them, and then leaned back into my chair and allowed the chairs they were sitting on to let them go, “I–I can’t even hurt either of you,” I chuckled lightly and the two brothers looked at us, speaking silently to each other.

“Your call,” Dean says, looking at his younger brother, and then Sam turned to me.

“We came here to figure out this murder and stop this guy, so that’s what we’re gonna do,” He says and I nodded, giving the hunter a small smile.

“No complaints from me,” I spoke and cleared my throat, “And to keep things moving, there was someone on the phone a year or two ago,” I said, making the two go back into their focus-mode.