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  1. Clarification of Deathly Aura: Your touch is inimical to simple forms of life: small plants wither and die when you touch them, or even just walk over them, and small insects perish upon touching you. Although an inconvenience at times (and good for a Complication), this is a net Feature, good for, amongst other things, a circumstance bonus to Intimidate checks. -Power Profiles, 3E, page 36
  2. She looked to the side, watched Monica leave. "No. I control stuff. Physical stuff. Matter." Not myself. She turned her head back to Davyd, smiling, and showing genuine warmth. "I get not being able to control the powers. Visualization helps me." She caught Ash moving, and the protective sister thing. Well what she thought was the case. The smile didn't waver, but the eyes that looked at Ash for a moment didn't have that smile either. Perhaps a bit too much clarity her expression as she regarded the surly big sister. She had the performer mask, like Judy. She could get it to her eyes, she was better at hiding. But her intuition told her that Ash was flanking. Corinne put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, how about I cover something to nosh on while we wander over towards the library?" The blonde smoothed over, "And everyone can talk about their powers. If they want."
  3. @Tarrakhash Apologies, up and running again. Go.
  4. The Red Death just lifted her gas gun at Aja, and pulled the trigger. "You rich little b####! Her father is a evil, upper class scum who has you all fooled!" It missed Aja, and it was clear that things were turning very, very badly for her, and her team and it was getting to her, as she sprayed the noxious fumes wildly, her expression wild, even as she is clawed across one of her arms. While this happened the inert partner rolled onto her back and then kicked up and lunged with a kick at Ms. Thursday, only to miss her as well. As this happened the villain with the multiple gun arms was blasting at the bonds that had formed on him intent on getting out of what was holding him.
  5. Corinne's head canted to the side, her blue eyes starting to glow with an inner light that was almost hard to make contact with. "Shhhh, shhh, shhhh." She demurred in a hushed tone, even as it turned unearthly. She stepped towards him, and lifted her right hand, as she moved it upwards, and closer to his face. Rocking onto one foot, the other leg lifted almost into an arabesque stance. As she did so, it was like an aura was radiating off of her, pushing away the changes from him. Until her ring and middle finger gently pressed to his forehead, and he smoothed out, his form reverting back to well... him, while she was poised in the position like she was giving a benediction in a dance. "Breathe. Breathe. The shape is yourself, you know you. Relax," her tone still gentle, though the final word sounded normal, as her eyes faded back to normal. She blink, and shifted back from him. Her hand pulling back and she brushed back her symmetrical locks.
  6. She marched ahead, thrusting hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. "The performing arts stuff is so-so. But this is a big city, so it's easy to get into a program, well... the programs are available." She turned to face the rest as she backpedaled effortlessly. Corinne had that hatable 'everything comes so damned easy to her' sort of vibe, and being tall, nay statuesque, and Pretty. Yes it was capitalized. Hell she came from Hollywood. "It's kinda hard to have extra curricular activities plotted when we're expected to be able to save the world at the drop of a hat. Or at least, the city, or block. Even though, we're tech- er, nevermind the rest of that. No one really believes me anyway. But, yeah, still have regular classes, in addition to Matter Reformation by Thought 101. I mean, I do stuff, it just means I probably don't sleep enough." Another elegant roll of her shoulders, and a laugh.
  7. She did release Davyd's hand as she stepped back, and others surged in. And then the weirdness of Claremont settled in. Corinne rocked back, and placed her hands on her hips. "Nice to meet you Davyd. I can translate for Ashley, 'It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even as I shoot daggers at Corinne. Metaphorically.' Did I get that right Ash?" That smile still plastered to her face and going crooked as she looked back to Ash. Her tone, and her mannerisms challenging, though playful. Whether she liked it or not, she made a great ambassador, because she was 'normal,' or at least was able to hide away most of her issues. Probably. "Food, food is good, I already did a quarter marathon today. I need food. Come, let us show him the grounds, towards the Cafeteria. Maybe later there are dinosaurs, and lasers."
  8. Should note it is Selective in favor of the teens, their efforts can pass through without harming it. The villains gotta break it.
  9. Corinne sighed, her eyes observing the reactions everyone had. Nicole did Nicole, whatever. Corinne gave in, as she stepped away from the others, and back towards the entrance, she needed a sense of things. Or rather Zenith did. The change happened as she rolled her shoulders back, and straightened, before the iridescent crown of dawn colored hair exploded back behind her, and now bared arms rose, the limbs disappearing in her lambent power. If there was snark for her to give, it didn't happened, and the glowing eyed alter ego of the Julliard bound teenager willed things into changing, and her creation exploded from the ground. The air crystallizing into a hexagonally faceted dome of covering enveloping building. It was her biggest creation thus far, and at the apex of it's creation her hands balled into fists and light filled in, become solid matter. A strange, semi-translucent substance that when it caught the light right look identical to basalt for a briefest moment. It enclosed the Danger International building in the span of a couple heartbeats.
  10. The dancer stopped at her attempt to open it and then she pulled her hand away. "Hello LeRoy, just got out of an extracarricular, hence the outfit." She gestured to herself, before she moved to give Judy a platonic sidehug™. She nodded to Monica and Ashley, not pushing socialness on Ms. Reticent and Surly (respectively). And the door opened, and she pounced on it like the friendly California girl you might expect her to be, and you were right. "Corinne Conrad! Senior, dance student, and resident bad example. I am occasionally the Judd Nelson in this messed up Breakfast Club." She stopped her shimmying and dancing in place, to extend her hand to Davyd. "Go with whatever you want us to call you." She flashed her smile, and turned up the wattage an exponential, even as she loomed over him, and well everyone else here, and holding his hand, once he took it, or she just took it, because she had that American aggressive friendliness down pat, she half turned and swept her arm to rope in everyone else. "And this is everyone, who shall introduce themselves in turn. Except probably Ash, who will glare, possibly grunt. And now will likely shoot me a dirty look." She turned her head and flashed Ash an insouciant grin and a wink before she looked back to the new guy.
  11. Change to Zenith and stepping outside. It's time for a dome. Create Object 10 (10x 250’ Cubes, 50 Str Load: 25.6 tons; Extras: Duration [Continuous], Movable; PFs: Innate, Precise, Progression 3, Selective, Stationary, Subtle [just like real]) {47/48}
  12. Corinne showed up, as she did, all brightness and light. Or something. She wore he studded leather bomber jacket over what looked like workout clothes, all black and reds with silver accents and loose straight legged pants. Though she had on a funny pair of sneakers, that were high ankled, but it was probably something to do with the dancing. Her hands and face smudged with bits of paint that she hadn't cleaned off yet, or something similar. Her hair more asymmetrical today, the blonde locks that ran down on the right side, much longer going to her jawline, bobbing as she as danced the hallway, complete with the massive headphones over her ears to really sink into the music. Drawing to a stop in front of the door she kept bopping along, though it was more complicated than that. For her it was movement, a thing she needed to do. In the middle of it she lifted her brows to ask the question as she gestured to the door to the office. Then she leaned towards it to grab the doorknob, bouncing her shoulders as she made incremental dips to the beat of what she was listening to as she looked at Ash and Judes.
  13. "Would you believe this is not the first time I've had some... unfortunate contact with aliens?" And with that, he started to just draw in, energy cells grabbed at. He didn't have words for the process, the sensation. Sure he might be eloquent with some things, discussing the finer points of his ability to draw in energy eluded him regularly. "No? Ah, I guess you had to have been there last time. For the record. They aren't around. I am. So if you understand me, can you please just stop this? I am begging you to stop." He was doing a display, he hoped they that convey the point, as the power literally poured into him. His hands balling into fists.
  14. To clarify there: It's a Fort save.
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