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[This is a really lazy CMO where i post character toplevels with a brief description and a couple setting/thread ideas.

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[rockedsnowball]

[Xue Winter is a normal girl who is bright and cheerful and definitely not hiding anything. She's also unlucky as hell. She faces every day with a smile! If you need help, she'll do her best to help you! She'll do everything she can for you... or you might just find her getting beaned in the head by a baseball hit out of the park. Or a soccer ball kicked out of the park. Or a football kicked out of the park. Or so on.

Snowflake, on the other hand, is a superhero! She controls ice and will zoom around cities on rails of ice, she'll help put out fires or stop any crime she sees, she's a good hero! She's also... easily tongue-tied and nervous. If you try to thank her, she might get discombobulated and fail to talk at all.

But if you're a villain, she'll do everything she can to stop you! And try to help you be good, because she's sure you can.]

[pictureimperfect]

[openly laughing at the girl getting beaned by a football]

Haha, oops! Look out~

[rockedsnowball]

[WHY ARE YOU RUDE

but she's laughing it off... ... should she still be standing? That looked painful.]

Haha, it's okay, I'm okay! Was this ball yours?

[pictureimperfect]

[he does not respond to her, because obviously she is not talking to him, that would be ridiculous, leaning forward to get a closer look]

Ooh, that's gonna leave a bump. Good thing she seems to have a thick head.

[sweetaspie]

[ A young woman had been hanging around the convenience store longer than usual that night. She'd been glancing around through the drinks and snacks for a while, as if she were having a lot of trouble making up her mind. It seemed like she was waiting for something...

And then, it did. A group of hooligans coming in, being loud and causing a ruckus. The attendant admonishes as always, but the group's all too eager to be raucous and argue... ending with a member of their gang coming in to tell them it's time to go... leaving without paying for really, anything they bought. Leading to the poor employee leaving the store momentarily to deal with them.

The young woman's gaze followed the attendant as she snuck over then, to the register. Getting it open, rifling through, and being back over the counter before they came back in, passing them by. Clearly with a heavier bag than she went in with.

Time to runaway for a bit, as long as no one follows her, she should be fine. ]

[rockedsnowball]

[Unfortunately for her, someone did see her. Her getaway is stopped- As she ducks through a side alley, suddenly, her path is obstructed by a wall of ice.

A girl with white hair and a mask drops down from above, landing neatly in front of her- And judging from the snowflake emblem on her costumes, it's pretty clear where the ice came from. The rookie hero, Snowflake, if she watches the news.]

Hold it right there! Return that money right now!

[sweetaspie]

[ Damn it. She thought it was getting colder.

The blonde woman raises her hands to the air, her bag still on her shoulder as she slowly turns around. ]

What money would that be, miss? I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest clue what you're talking about.

[ Speaking politely and calmly, maintaining eye contact. This was one of the newer heroes... there was still a good chance she could make it out unscathed. ]

[witnessthestars]

[...Oh. Well. This girl's seen better days luck-wise. Welt catches her right as a soccer ball beans her in the head.]

Are you alright?

[rockedsnowball]

[that's her secret: no she hasn't. She seems a little unsteady, but that catch is extremely helpful...]

I- I'm okay! Thank you, sir!

[witnessthestars]

[Hm. Can't say he trusts that outright...

He opts to check where the offending spherical plaything hit her instead of just taking her at her word. Better safe than sorry, after all.]

It seemed to me like that ball hit you fairly hard. Are you hearing any ringing at all?

[use_the_sound_force]

[Lorraine Tyrantia Hamilton, alias Sonicheart... Actually isn't from this Earth. From what some of the Hero association was willing to explain to Snowflake, Lori's power over soundwaves should not be possible here, given its origin involves the kinds of supertech AND magic that left the world decades ago.

Lori, for her part, is trying to track down a portal scientist and villain from a THIRD world, some bloke codenamed Madman. Who brought her here for, in her claim of his words, "funsies."

He hasn't made tracking himself down easy so far, but Lori isn't one to give up easily. What she is, however, is in need of caffeine. And she will find it. Even if almost every brand she knew went out of business decades ago here.

Snowflake, there are many questions you might have. But until she has her drink, you're probably not going to get much out of the tired looking girl about your age, muttering incoherently and zombie walking around her temporary lodging in association.

How do you solve this immediate issue?]

[rockedsnowball]

[Snowflake solves the issue the only way she knows how.

Bringing Sonicheart a sweet, sugary drink.]

Sorry, I wasn't sure what kind you like, so I brought my favorite! Melon soda!

[use_the_sound_force]

Please tell me it's got caffeine. I'm aware it's addictive, that is in fact the entire issue.

[She does take the soda, though. And her tone has at least some more warmth and coherence in appreciation of the intent.]

I dunno what the alcohol age is in this future, but I'm too young for it back home. So caffeine is the substitute.

[foreverblind]

[ andrew graves is a normal guy who is moody and emo-goth and definitely not hiding anything. he's also unlucky as hell, in a very different sort of sense than xue-

-mostly with regards to his night job. see most of the people snowflake chases after are smalltimers - people with a useful power that make for a few quick grabs of money. and up until a few months ago, andrew graves would have probably fallen into that category. but now, there's a new collective of scumbags (trademark pending) in the making.

and that means it's time for tombstone and gravemoss to get their asses organized. ]

Fuck no you don't! [ a wall of xue's ice is slammed through, rock already forming and crumbling off his arms. ice is a problem for ashley - hard to grow plants when the water's freezing over. but solid rock can handle that problem just fine. ] Hands off of Gravemoss, dipshit! You're dealing with me!

[foreversilent]

[ ashley graves is

well, she's not normal. she can't even pretend to be, and it's really only because of andrew that she's managed to stay out of jail for as long as she has because she certainly doesn't have anyone else willing to cover for her.

but that's why being a supervillain is great! she gets to just do whatever. the world is hard, making a mess is easy. at least until she runs into some superhero that hard counters her, both in terms of powers and also personality.

but that's what tombstone's for! ]

Wow! My hero! Does this mean I just get to sit here and let you do all the dirty work? Hey, hey, Miss Snowball, do you want a cool honorable duel?

[rockedsnowball]

[Supervillains. Crap. She's not good at fighting them- Not really. Her powers are flexible, but she just doesn't have the stomach to hurt people for real.

But she's worried she might have to... and for now, she has to put that out of her mind. Focus on the moment.

With the wall of ice shattered, she slides along a rail of ice instead, circling the two would-be villains. And in her hands form a pair of pistols, which she points, but isn't shooting.

Powers- Plant control, and rock control, it seems like. The plants are nothing to worry about, but the rock... What can she do to rock? Only make it bigger. She's going to have to out-think the rock guy... without letting her guard down and giving an opening to plant girl.]

Duel? Isn't this more like a 'dual'?

[She's quipping to hide her nerves.]

I'm fine with two versus one, but what exactly is your deal, anyway?!

[toxicyuri]

[blythe has done horrible things, and she has absolutely no regrets.]

[that's not really relevant right now, though. right now, she's just trying to get a sandwich from a street vendor. there's a large television screen embedded into a building across from her, and she can see the anchor reporting on the breaking news of the sudden, unexplained death of a tech CEO. her gold eyes flash and there's a small smile on her face as she pays for her food and begins walking away.]

[the reporter goes on to mention that preliminary examination suggests a high level of blood toxicity—strange for a CEO who famously did not drink. blythe hikes up her white jacket (covered in various biohazard symbols and warning signs and "this is not a place of honor." written in block letters between her shoulder blades) and begins walking away.]

[she makes it about twenty feet before having to cough into her hand. unfazed, she wipes the blood on the wrapper of the sandwich and sits down on a nearby bench to watch the rest of the report. she'll be expecting someone shortly, if history bears out.]

[foreverblind]

[ another dead mogul. another fucking ceo, gone in yet another mysterious way. why the fuck should she care? she's not here for them. she's here for the same stupid reason she comes out here every week. the same stupid bitch as ever.

(she's the only stupid bitch here. she knows that already.) ]

Jessie. [ cold. not as cold as she'd like. she doesn't bother to put out the lit cig, still held between two slender fingers. ] What a surprise.

[ they met here every week to go out on dates. they still meet here every week ever since she got dumped. truly, a tragic heroine. ]

[toxicyuri]

[hair prickles at the back of her neck like antibodies waking up. it happens every week; she's used to the sensation by now. she's gotten good at quelling Her protestations. this is normal, she thinks. they aren't together anymore, she thinks. let her have this.]

Audrey. [she's stopped fighting; the nickname doesn't even register anymore.] You know what "broken up" means, don't you?

[she slides to one end of the bench. there's no need to glance upward even to imply the invitation anymore.]

One of us won't show up, someday. What will you do then?

[beautifulend]

[ "shortly".

the someone, of course, is already present - stalking through the shadows and hunting its prey. ears pointed forward and tail dragging against the ground just enough to make the faintest noise, it circles and circles, growing closer with each cycle.

it's all pageantry, of course. or rather, enrichment. something to keep things interesting. if this was a real hunt, the beast would have pounced before its presence could ever be noted.

by the time they're close enough that the words on their jacket ("THE HUNT NEVER ENDS.") are visible through the gloom, they finally stop and speak. their voice is a calm growl, syllables drawn out and sharp as their fangs. ]

That tyrant was this beast's prey, lady blight.

[toxicyuri]

[that's precisely how blythe knows she's not in any real danger. if the Hunt truly had it out for her, if the Hunt wanted her dead, their fangs would already be tearing through the too-soft flesh of her throat. and no threat of toxin from Her overflowing cup would save blythe's meaningless life.]

[it's that comfort that emboldens her. barely looking away from the screen, she mutters at them,]

I'm aware. You had more than enough time. [and her golden eyes finally slide in their direction.] And this whole time, I thought we were supposed to avoid being noticed.

[nihilmancy]

[ The person that awaits Blythe is familiar, small and sharp eyed, dressed smartly. She extends her hand, offering a pure white, entirely too fancy, handkerchief.

It's not that Hlasoh doesn't respect it. She does, she knows Jessica is fighting for a future that might have less need of conniving bitches like them, and the man was a bastard of the first order. ]

I'm not mad, Jessica, but really? I haven't seen you in months and you decide to make my life that much more complicated without so much as a "how are you doing, lately?" Honestly. He was only my third least favorite cousin.

[ She makes an airy gesture of dismissal. ]

Well? How have you been, you shiftless ne'er-do-well?

[toxicyuri]

[she doesn't touch the handkerchief, but she never really has done that kind of thing. she sits politely and lets hlasoh get through her introduction; blythe really had no idea this latest balancing act had been related to her. but hlasoh has this way of getting to the core of things faster than some others when she means to, so blythe just looks up from the bench with her expression as flat as possible.]

I'm sorry. I don't know a Jessica. [the blankness on her face fades away after a moment, softening to something a little friendlier. it's harder to talk to hlasoh in some respects, but in others it's refreshingly easy.]

So much care put towards staying alive. Depriving himself of the simpler pleasures to indulge only in the dollar. He feared another more strongly than the death that did come for him. [a break in the speech that makes it seem like she'll actually, finally answer the question that hlasoh had asked. no luck:] It doesn't seem appropriate to tell you that I am sorry for your loss; it's impolite to lie. You have come to expect this?

[sculptedash]

[Blythe isn't the only one who had done horrible things. Ash didn't think she had regrets, she had pushed the blame of her mistakes onto others. It was revenge for everything that had gone wrong in her life. ...Now she was just getting by on the far edge of the multiverse where the consequences of her actions couldn't find her at the moment.

She certainly doesn't have a clue whether she's the person Blythe is expecting or not, but cosmic constants like that weren't uncommon for her at this point. Every Gary had sacrificed himself to close the breach after all, except for the Gary where she had been from.

...And that wasn't even where her problems began.

She plays it naturally as possible but eventually she takes a seat down on the bench beside Blythe and gazes up at the screen.]

Kind of weird, huh? How people can make this sound like news while hundreds of other people are out there suffering.

[toxicyuri]

[blythe is expecting any number of people, and anyone who sits down is someone she's been expecting. it's the way this kind of thing seems to go. everyone has something to say when a mogul dies, and if they have reason to suspect her then they have even more to say. still, blythe doesn't get those vibes from this new arrival, and will—for the moment—approach this as a normal conversation.]

Mm. Weird, yes. But the system is designed like this—haven't you noticed? We... they care more about the death of one man than the millions of deaths caused in his name. His technology, his industry, all in the name of stealing more money and prolonging his own legacy.

[as normal as it ever gets with blythe.]

The story will be the same no matter how many of them die. Until someone begins to wonder why.