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Freedom City Guidebook

Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide



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  1. "I... get it." She looked ahead, her eyes searching for a moment, before she opened her door, and slid out, as she nodded towards the shop. Closing it, Corinne sighed a little bit to herself, and then screwed on her performer face as she made her way towards the front door, and she held it for Monica, waiting for her to approach. "I have a goal." She said it simply, plainly as she looked at Monica in her eyes. "And I've been a performer most of my life, poise, and confidence came because I had to have it. Outside of dance or gymnastics..." she pause, nostrils flaring as she did a long deep breath, "I am out of my depth. But I learned to smile and look like I knew what I was doing awhile ago." Following after the almost as tall Monica, she moved with her, and ordered herself a drink, an iced coffee.
  2. I see no explicit explanation of the name? Or the whole thing behind the split?
  3. I communicate via the language of big ass energy blast, i.e. shoot it into the ground in front of them intentionally not striking any.
  4. Listing near the back, she munched on her snacks, and Corinne just watched most of the exchange, idly following along, but stopping at Nicole. "Composition, generally, is considered the strong suit. Reference his quote about the ticking bomb, that illustrates his methodology for investing the audience in the actions. There is a reason everyone, just everyone one references his stuff. Take it for what it's worth, or not." She shrugged and slurped at a smoothie she seemed to pull from nowhere, before she followed along the rest if the teens. "There wont be a debate, you'll start here, now. Especially if you are hiding your powers from your parents. You wont have the control to stop yourself..." She trailed off and frowned a little bit, before her jaw set into a serious expression for a moment.
  5. Corinne was one of the few students with a car. She was from LA, after all, so she was car cultured. It also meant it was a hybrid. Was that really relevant? No, but she really didn't want to push too hard at the walk up to. But it was big enough to fit both of some of the tallest girls in the class. Then they were driving towards the coffee place, and she glanced to Monica out of the corner of her eye as she expounded. Though, once she was at a red light there came a double take. "... Wait. I. Oh." It was an inelegant as she could be, as Monica disgorged the information, and it sat for her to figure it out. Saying things without saying things. She pursed her lips, and nodded at her words, the driving helped push her focus onto something else, and not inject herself immediately into the spot light. She parked the car, and let it hang for a moment before she looked at Monica. "This is gonna sound insensitive, but I am not precisely a therapist, but... why do you I bother you, then? Comparing yourself against me?"
  6. Yeah, it's okay buddy.
  7. Sense Motive: 1d20+16 33 Notice: 1d20+8 15
  8. She lifted a hand and pressed it to her forehead, raking back her hair with long fingers, and she closed her eyes. "No, no I... I meant, what do you see is wrong with you? Like... Not that there is anything wrong, what do you think is-" Corinne drew a sharp breath and nodded in assent to what Monica offered. "I'll drive." It would be the nadir of self-awareness for her to think she wasn't a drama queen. She was. Despite her numerous attempts to dial it back, but then she was a performer, so she was acclimated to being all out there and also extra. Which meant she was a bit like a drunken uncle, who was fine and dandy as long as things were fine and dandy. It was why she was here, worry at the snarl of Monica being weird about her.
  9. Corinne sighed. "Davyd, not everyone is equipped to be a hero, yanno? I've have my powers for three years, like, it's just... just..." And then came the other sigh as things went to Gee-Dee weirdnessland the big boom made her step away from the noise, one, maybe two steps. Interrupted at an appropriate dramatic point. But she was nonplussed, actually scratch that, she was pissed. "Can't we just have a normal field trip for once!" She yelled it out against the uncaring universe with it's awful, awful timing. Then she saw the rest of teens frozen in place and she started to just cuss, loudly. She was unhappy with the outcome, it seemed. With that she walked towards the sound of someone yelling at someone else in the back room. "Hey! Can you people stop messing with TIME ITSELF!" She roared out in clear and irrational annoyance, the scattering, flickering light of her forcefield thrown up around as she moved to turn the knob and throw it open.
  10. Corinne's lips pressed together for a moment, but she didn't say entirely what was on her mind. "Sure. Sure. Though, maybe speak about the things you aren't going to mention in whispers, perhaps?" Her tone light, more to prod people in understanding social cues, than to actually rub things in people's faces, as everyone had a backstory, and most of her classmates weren't socialized normally. Not that she was either, being sort of exposed to Hollywood, and all that. Or the super powers. Really any of it. She was just trying to not bait Nicole, though she believed the girl didn't give a crap about Davyd's comfort anymore than anyone's else. But then, they were all self-involved, more than back home even. Maybe it was the superpowers. Or, who knew. She listed off to the side, not deflated, just letting the people who wanted to lead this do just that.
  11. First, love the character. Fluff is solid, and mechanical stuff on a initlal look is good as well. Want some clarification with descriptors. Is the Stealth Array Psionic as well? Or physical? Same true with the Mental Enhancedment. And the Uncanny Physique
  12. "So... why are we glorifying them?" Corinne asked, without a hint of an ulterior motive. This world still didn't make sense. Even close to graduation and her transition to her 'dream', and living this going on almost three years, and she was just as confused as before. The things they accepted eluded her. Her attention drifted from the display to the Jhett who was... just ignoring things. So she looked to the rest of the teens, hoping for an answer from there. She stood there, in her black and teal Japanese style satin bomber jacket, embroidered with koi, goldfish and water patterns on the back. It made her eyes seem bluer. Or maybe it was the genuine questioning expression. She lifted a hand and gestured the holos, "Like, you all want to be like them, right? This keeps happening... I mean, the world almost ended last summer. Again."
  13. "Envy," she said softly, her hands sliding down off of her hips, and flopping her arms against her sides, but only for a moment. Corinne looked away and she lifted a hand to brush back her hair from her face and over her ear. "That... didn't come out right, sorry was correcting..." She stumbled a bit herself, and if one was a student of her father, one might conclude that the stumble was planned. A hitch to show her not being quite so perfect. But that might be too deep of a reading into the behavior of a newly turned eighteen year old young woman, still coping with her having powers. She inhaled deeply, and let it out in a long, slow sigh, as she turned her head to survey something. Anything else. Then she drew in a deep breath and pulled up the big girl pants as she turned back to her, her brows knitted together and she looked at her with a quizzical expression. "What's wrong with you, though?"
  14. She wasn't imposing, at least not in the normal way. Sure the height, and the perfect that just dripped off her was intimidating, but in the way that she might reflect against the other people's self-image. And for the blithe way she navigated around those people. Corinne shoulders her backpack carefully, as she looked at Monica. "So... did I piss in your Wheaties?" She might nominally beat around the bush regarding this, but she didn't understand some people's reactions to her, Monica's was one. Other people's make sense. "I don't remember doing anything, unless I did it as... her, but I remember most of that..." She trailed off, her eyes seeking out Monica's with an earnestness.
  15. Claremont Quad-ish, 3:20PM, April 22nd. This was not planned, but with graduation coming for her she felt a need of closure. Some people she wasn't really possessed of an impetus to correct, insert obvious examples here, obviously. So as she left her class of the day, and seeing Monica on the quad she decided it might as well be now. So she pushed open the door, shoulders her backpack, and leaped out. She hated her powers, the implications of them. What she did, could do, if control slipped. But as they were an option, she took them. They were there, so close to the surface, so easy after all. She soared in a grace leap, as if she could do any other at this point due to muscle memory. She landed on the air, and kept up the jogged, going to circumvent the other teen's path, before she descended enough to drop down in a sudden rush of air, in a crouch. Brushing back that asymmetrical swoop of her hair,, she rose to standing in front of her, and offered a slightly uneasy smile, "So... can we talk?"
  16. Zenith. OR FOR SHENANIGANS: Teenage Asad. Fun Fact: He likely has a beard then.
  17. "Generally not people, well myself. I guess. Stuff mostly." She trailed off, letting everyone else get their dig and commentary. She was on her outro after all, and it was not leading the same path as the rest of everyone. She munched on whatever she had grabbed, given the fact she ate for a half-dozen people. Or at least that was the joke. She bantered a little bit with other people about classes, and such, and tried to bait Ash into a high five. Then as LeRoy guided them together she started to list back humming to herself, and singing softly, barely audible. Until came the screech of Nicole. The pointed ignoring of everyone else. Like, seriously, Nicole, how the hell can you be that way? Whatever... whatever. "Davyd, this is Nicole. Be careful she might want to get a sample." Her tone was jovial, and not really teasing, but she inwardly winced, expecting vitriol from the tetchy, touchy teen.
  18. 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
  19. 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."
  20. @Tarrakhash Apologies, up and running again. Go.
  21. 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.
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