Warr

Nariek, your last post with Lullaby confused me.

The young man didn't even try to step away from her hit, expecting full well for it either to not hurt at all or hurt only slightly. She hit him hard enough to surprise him, for sure, but not so hard that it really hurt him. Where he had expected a sting, he instead felt the hurt of a bruise, and his breath was out of him for a moment. He looked at the girl, despite this, with the closest thing to a smile an out of breath man could do, his mind mostly focusing on being out of breath, as opposed to actually hurt.

This thread will chronicle the Adventures of Warren McCue, the young man who will eventually take up the moniker 'Leviathan' . This first post is primarily here for the sake of organization and quick access to the meat which will follow. It features a table of contents, which will link all of my following posts with their title, posting date, and 'category' (Category separating journal entries, mini-news casts, and assorted things which are more 'miscellaneous' than anything else.) Table of Contents Character Questionnaire

Might be enjoyable, might not. I myself was hoping it'd be more akin to X-men than Teen Titans, in the end, but a little light hearted villain bashing is always fun, teens need to get their angst out in one way or another.

"Yet it was me, the 'normal good Samaritan' who stopped the robber? Haha." He laughed quite a bit as he said that, and simply turned to stand by his bags, putting his coat on himself. "You don't have to hit me if you don't want to, but you'd realize what I was talking about if you did." He yawned, watching for the Taxi.

Because it's the polite thing to do, Warren didn't even start to interrupt the chain of responses from Ionica. He simply watched her while she spoke taking into mind the series of words she had said, and shook his head. It came obvious to him that she wasn't exactly 'all there' mentally, and probably hadn't even what he was. She definitely hadn't noticed his leaping, and he came to a simple solution. "It's not just to teach us things to make us academically smarter. It's also to teach us to be better at using our abilities, whatever they may be. And to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I can say what I mean with 'people like us', unless you can figure it out yourself. However, you could figure it out yourself if you want, very quickly. Ionica, hit me." He was still holding up the long jacket which was in one of his bags.

Because his attention was mostly on the criminal, he hadn't said a word to Lucy in response to her questions about 'athletics', and instead simply watched the man. He listened blankly to her rambling, and after he was sure the man was far enough from the old woman to not attack her again, he looked at Lucy. "Well, Lucy, not really. I'm just a normal guy trying to do the right thing." His voice made that phrase almost sound acted, but as he realized the implications of her words, he rushed forward, stopping centimeters from her ear which was nearest to him. "I'm going to go to a school for kids like us, actually. Going today. It's to help us learn to use our abilities, and to realize the reasons why people are motivated to be heroic. You can't just be taught to be one, it has to come from inside. But..." He paused, smiling. "I'll see if you can come, too. But, you've got to hide the costume." Without a word, he went into his carry on bag and pulled out a folded up garment, which he unfolded and handed to her, a large jacket which would at least hide that blatant, thing which was her costume.

I think I'll be doing that pretty soon, but let me ask a question, when we're on the discussion of powerpoints. Do we get PP from events as we would in Tabletop? IE; completing a GMed adventure, or doing something very good/very sticking to our character's character. Or is it only as time rolls on?

The young man blinked, realizing that what he had just done. He didn't actually look at Lucy, because his vision was too focused on the movements of the robber, and making sure he did exactly as he was told. However, he did speak to her in response, his mind whirling over it, and deciding that was the best cover for now. "Uh, yeah. I'm a pole vaulter. I just had to stop that guy, he was stealing the old lady's purse." His expression was as neutral as he could make it, before he walked over to the water hydrant and reattached the valve which had been blown off via his hydrokinesis. He looked at Lucy when he was done, and hope her airheaded-ness would continue and she'd not realize what he had just done would require immense strength. As soon as he saw the man give back the old lady's purse, he went back to his bags, walking slowly but steadily, intent on getting to them in the most mundane way possible, and getting to them quickly. "So, Lucy, where do you go to school? I'm sorry, you might've answered me before, but I didn't hear you, because I was too focused on that." He had already decided to call her Lucy, Ionica was a silly name, and he liked Lucy far more than he liked Ionica.

Which I can understand very easily. I was pondering making one before, and the only reason I hadn't was the thread only had me and Angelica and we could communicate over PM or AIM. But, as we need a ref, eventually, there's a need for one without a doubt.

The young man didn't even hear his fellow metahuman as she spoke, too far from her and paying too much attention on keeping this robber pinned. He glared at the man, who looked at him with an expression that was no less than entirely fearful. Warren simply glared on, and said simply. "I'm going to let you get up, and you're going to go give the nice lady her purse. If you try to run, the next one is going to be a flying clothesline." He looked the man intensely in the eyes. "Understand?" "Ye...yeah." He smiled, before giving the robber a nod and getting up, pulling the robber up by his collar, and turning him in the direction of the person he robbed.

I wasn't sure if every thread was supposed to have one or not.

He couldn't help but smile at the girl's response, his mind instantly pinging the thought 'A super airhead', to her. He simply smiled, shaking his head. He wouldn't fly with this girl, because as well intentioned as she might seem to be, he didn't know her, and as cute as her attitude might be, he couldn't simply go on a wild ride with all of his prized belongings just on whim. Maybe he'd see if he could find her -which he knew wouldn't be hard if he was looking for her costume, such a brazen set of materials would make it easy-, after he was settled into Clairemont. But he didn't even know if he'd do that, and he also wondered if this girl went to school there. She was, obviously, around his age. "Where do you go to to school, Lucy?" He asked, and he almost said something else, but he heard a scream of 'Help me, he stole my purse!' from down the sidewalk. Though he would have liked to keep his identity as secret as could be, he couldn't stop himself. Instinct kicked in, and suddenly, with a pull from his mind, a nearby water main broke, spraying out water that quickly became a mist around the robber. Warren jumped without a word to Lucy, his 'leaping' at the robber more than what any normal person would. He cleared the forty or so feet between him and the robber in mere seconds, tackling the robber to the ground, and holding him there with all of his strength, which would be best described as akin to trying to resist steel, in this situation.

As much as he felt being nice to this, the first other superhuman he had met, he could not help himself but to respond. Those blue eyes of his looked up at her for a moment, and he smiled. "I dunno, I mean, wouldn't it be taking away from your time to fight super villains, Lady Ionica, if you were being a supertaxi to me and my bags?" His voice was perfectly calm, and tone unladen with sarcasm, but the way his nose almost twitched as he said it should've made it apparently to many that he was being sarcastic. But it might escape Lucy, who knows.

"Hiya." The young man responded looking at her as he did, and giving a nod, before turning back to look out at the street. She probably couldn't see it from this far, but his nostrils flared for a moment, as he let out a barely audible sigh, before turning back to her. "Is it always this hard to get a taxi in this place?" He paused, almost losing grip of his handburger, and as he squished his grip onto it to keep hold of it, splattering it into pieces. His eyes narrowed in irritation, but he didn't move or say anything. "And is it always windy around here?" His research had told him already the answer, but no way to make time go faster than small talk.

A thought came simply to the young Texan, and it was that the rest of his experiences in this city were like this one, he would hate the city immensely, by the end of it. The wind continued to blow heavily, and he took a bite of his hamburger, looking up at Ionica and shaking his head before looking to the street once again, trying to find a taxi, but not seeing one even coming near, yet.

The young man continued to watch for a Taxi to show up, his eyes focusing on that more than anything else. He didn't see any of them which weren't already claimed, so he simply stood there, bunkered down over his bags. His stomach growled again, and he pushed his bags to the ground, sitting on the biggest one, while it held the other's down by their straps. He opened the bag of food up, and took out a hamburger. A heavenly smelling hamburger which was likely to have its smell wafted into the sky with this level of wind. He took a bite of it, making a noise of clear enjoyment as he did. As he was too busy paying attention to his personal needs and wants at the second, he didn't even notice Ionica floating above him.

It had been a long couple of days for the young metahuman known as Warren McCue. After the incident, he had been hidden from sight, as his father made arrangements and pulled strings, and eventually, he was sent back to his home in Texas. He had only been there for a day, enough time to pack his bags, sleep, and spend a very small respite with his mother and younger brother. Then, after dealing with an nearly twenty hour flight from Tokyo, he boarded a plane headed for Freedom City. He had dozed as he flew, but it was not enough. When the plane landed, he was hungry, thirsty, and a bit tired. With a grumble, he left the plane, carrying his carry-on bag with him as he did, and heading into the main lobby of the airport, looking for food, any sort of food. He ended up picking up a pair of burgers and some fries, as well as a Mr.Pibb/Dr. Pepper knock off, sipping the drink as he got his bags, and walked out to the exit, looking around and to see if there were any taxis which he could hail. He hunkered down as he looked for the Taxi, the wind that day was strong and he didn't want something of his to start flying off. It was so windy he was beginning to think some superhuman might have caused it. And with an internal groan, he regretted not putting up a fight to going to this 'capital of the superhuman world.'

No problem at all, those are cosmetic.

We realized that. We were expecting for one to help things along, I assume. (I know I was.) Though my character is -naturally- slated to be one, before hand and all. Edit: Warren's approved!

If Warren wasn't already going to attend it, most definitely. I suppose I could participate it if something happened to make his Taxi have to detour/not get to the destination it should have, or whatever. *Nods*

Okay, I think that's dealt with! I edited both, anything else?

I followed your suggestions and fiddled with a bit of things (Made his Water Control a bit less powerful, for instance.) Should be exactly 150, now.

Doesn't bother me. And like I said, I've not really used M&M in the last six months or so, so forgot some. D: I was rereading stuff and saw the saving throws bit and never noticed the toughness wasn't included, because I'm wasn't in the mood to reread everything once again. That, however, should be dealt with now and everything should be ready to go. And I realize he's not got a ton of attack/defense bonuses, but that's because he's not learned any sort of martial arts, really, and not practiced his powers enough to have any of that. He was a fairly normal teenager until his mutation activated.

I totally forgot about the save max, and the other 7 comes from putting PP directly into it, as per the M&M2ndedition Core Book. I didn't think about those point totals, though this is only like my fourth or fifth time building a character. And Edited the previous post, I think it's more combat ready/etc now.