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POWER RE/GAIN MEME

hey it's been like a million years since we did the

POWER RE/GAIN MEME

Oh shit son your character has some/all of their canon powers back

Time to show off for their new friends/balls things up completely, as is snowhell tradition

"But Louise my character has no cool powers boohoo"

SHH FRIEND IT'S OK

This is a meme and Norfinbury is weird so maybe they accidentally somehow got some rando's powers instead or something

Steal a powerset from someone else's canon for maximum wtf with your cr, perhaps

Or maybe they got an item/animal/idefk from home instead? Look just do whatever is most fun, IT'S A MEME GO NUTS

BONUS HORRIBLE:

haha wouldn't it be terrible if your character got their powers while also re/experiencing the effects of a previous event like noisy black or no light? Haha yeah that'd be the worst huh

Have fun/horrid times friendos

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1 - Come fly with me

[ Angel has never made it a secret that she's been missing her wings since arriving in Norfinbury. What's not to miss, right? Flying! Awesome.

Except she's never flown freely before. Not even back home. The ceiling of the bunker wasn't very high, and while hovering around in little circles was fun now and then, it wasn't like this. Soaring through the sky above Norfinbury might be the most freedom Angel has experienced in her life, which naturally means she's busy enjoying it to the fullest. She performs a series of loops and pirouettes in the air until she makes herself nauseous, then lets out an exhilerated little laugh as she swoops down towards whatever poor sap is trudging through the snow below. ]

Hey! Hey!! Wings!

[ THEY SURE ARE SOME WINGS. They flap lazily as she bobs around in the air, clearly thrilled. SHE'S! FLYING!! LOOK!!!!! ]

D'you wanna-- Would you like to go for a ride? I'm pretty sure I can carry one person! Unless you're way heavier than you look.

2 - Daddy issues (CW: No Light body horror, possible torture, abusive parents, possibly more I'm sorry)

[ You might be expecting Angel to be celebrating, what with people getting their powers back and all. She's been talking her own abilities up forever, right? Time to see if she really is capable of opening all those locked doors with her mind. Or you could just get a look at how pretty her wings are. That's also an option.

It doesn't really matter why anyone might be seeking her out - no matter what, she can be found in one of the guard rooms in the bunker, her back to the door as she stares at the monitors. They've flared to life and are now displaying reams of text that flash by too quickly to read - but whatever's happening with them must be pretty interesting, since Angel seems pretty absorbed in it. She hasn't even turned around to greet whoever's entered the room! How uncharacteristically rude.

Of course, people who saw what happened to her a few months ago might notice a few disturbing signs. Angel's body language is strange - she's standing with her legs shoulder-width apart and her hands on her hips, giving her a much more arrogant demeanour than usual. Even from the back, the silhouette of her face is ever so slightly off, and although her arms are obscured by her translucent wings it's possible to make out that her tattoos are glowing purple.

But whatever. It's probably fine. What are the odds that she'd be turning into a Jack-inspired monster now, of all times? HAHA THAT'S SILLY TALK HAHAH GO SAY HI. ]

((NOTE: Angel's canon powerset is bullshit technopathy and it allows her/Jack to seize control of the town's robospiders. And the nanomachines inside characters' bodies. Which is obscenely OP, especially if Jack has reason to dislike your character and is therefore more than willing to abuse the hell out of it. I have the squicks page open to try and avoid springing anything triggery on anyone, BUT: if you don't want your character to be potentially helpless while horrible things happen to them, you might want to skip this option! 8V))

A. Matterbender

[So, uh, Peter's making weird statues.

Right there, in the middle of a snow-covered field, because why not, there's lots of rubble he can use for stuff? Look at all this rubble making up Skeletor? Isn't that the coolest thing? There's PAC-Man, there's a troll, there's the Death Star--it glows too, he can do that!

It also shoots lasers.

You know, he could use the ability to reshape-matter to, like, y'know, build them a spaceship to get out of here, make more food, grow a few palm trees?

Right now he's trying to build an Optimus Prime. It's pretty big, like at least two stories tall.

It's probably good he didn't go for an 800 foot statue.

What are priorities even?

Also he's flying as he builds it. Why? Because he can.]

B. Hasselhoff

[Everyone's got all these powers back and it's great, and Peter's not exactly sure what to expect because he kind of lost them when Ego died but maybe he didn't lose them completely he doesn't even know, but he wakes up and apparently has powers like Mystique now so that's great.

So he's just gonna go around being Your Favorite 80's Stars™ because look, it's kind of cool.

And Darth Vader. You see Darth Vader walking through the snow? That's him.]

C. Planetbabby (cw No Light)

[So, uh, they have an anomaly situation again, and Peter's a planet again, except somehow powers come with it?

So you got a sphere that looks like an exact replica of a planet with an atmosphere and everything ~~and a face~~, except now it's got tendrils of light and uh, he can affect matter around him? Which is cool and all but it's not the light he needs, he needs your light, and he's coming to get it.

See that sphere rolling towards you in the distance?

Good luck.]

D. The Gauntlet (RIP)

[Somehow he wakes up with it on his arm. He knows exactly what it is, he can feel its impossible power flowing through him, not unlike when he was hooked up to Ego's light but--it's different, too. Somehow more? The closest thing he could come up with was when he held the raw Power Stone in his hands--he can feel it now, but it mixes with the other stones like some kind of symphony--

...cool.

He hates this thing so much, but there's so much power and he could just fix...fix everything, maybe, fix all of this.

Or accidentally snap Norfinbury in half.]

Edited 2018-10-13 21:44 (UTC)

1. NO SHIT, LIBRARIAN

[@librarian; video]

[Flynn had long suspected that the city has somehow... taken away some of his knowledge but how did you even bring that up without looking like the worst jerk (hubirs, Graham calls it, hubris), especially when all your knowledge about literature and languages and ancient cultures seemed to still be intact? It just feels very awkward to bring it up, so he never does but then one day he wakes up and it just seems to be... back.

It's weird, he can't pinpoint it, it's like he just knows. And it's the best feeling in the world.]

Hey, hey, are you there? Please, I need to talk to you! I need to look at you!

[He sounds genuinely, boyishly excited, beaming at the camera. Please talk to him!]

2. M A G I C

[Man, he's always dreamed of being able to do what Judson does – just showing up in mirror reflections or projecting himself onto other people's bodies. This is so cool?

Flynn doesn't remember when he learned to do that but it doesn't matter, because it makes sense to him that at some point he did and using magic in a horrible town like Norfinbury is the best!?]

Alright, just... just stand over there! I wanna try something! It's perfectly safe! ... I think!

3. WHEYBRARIAN (cw: body horror)

[Something is wrong.

Or is it? He really feels like something's going on with his physique but he can't quite put his finger on it, only that it's so much more difficult to walk through a door these days? His layers seem to be a much tighter fit, too, which is why at some point he just gets rid of them. It's not like the cold bothers him anyway! The ice tunnels are a pain sometimes, it's like every other day he gets stuck in a particularly narrow passageway. It's fine, though, he usually just punches himself free. As you do.

Do you need saving? He's really all about kicking in doors and wrestling anomalies these days.

Or... just kicking in doors to come and chill at your place for the night. You don't happen to have a spare protein bar for him, do you?]

Did you know that the YMCA first organized in Boston in 1851 and a smaller branch opened in Rangasville in 1852? Ten years later there were some two hundred YMCAs across the country, most of which provided gymnasia for exercise, games, and social interaction!

[OOC note: SO, Flynn is a horrible, horrible Gary Stu in terms of what he knows and the movies/tv series are very inconsistent about where his specialties lie depending on what the script needs him to do. What is consistent, however, are ridiculous Psych/Sherlock-esuqe abilities of reading other people. He looks at you, he knows how many siblings you have, what your favorite color is, where you're from, where your parents are from, what you're afraid of, what you don't want people to know. Does it make sense? No. Should he know this? No. BUT if there's something your character would never ever ever ever let on to the dear people of Norfinbury, here's your chance because he has a tendency of just... blurting this knowledge out once he obtains it. He means no harm. He just gets excited.

If I don't know your canon and you wanna go for this please let me know what he might be able to read off you. 8D He's gonna be nice about it. Probably.]

1: wishful thinking aka make it canon gearbox you cowards

[ Powers, what powers? Rhys has no powers, unless you count something along the lines of technopathy, and even that is a laughable imitation of the things fully repowered Angel can do.

That might put him in a Mood, as happy as he is for Angel, but he's kind of preoccupied with the way his entire left side started itching and tingling out of goddamn nowhere as a white-hot current explodes in his brain, far hotter than anything Jack could ever do to him.

And then said side lights up like a single-color Mercenary Day tree, gold and shiny through his clothes, and a pair of wings sprout from his back.

He looks.

He YELLS.

He leaps away from them, except. They're. They're on his back, so that goes about as well as you can imagine. In fact, he takes off, arms flailing, rocketing in the air.

FLYING TYPES PLEASE ASSIST

NON-FLYING TYPES ALSO ASSIST? OR THROW SNOWBALLS AT HIM?? ]

2: for once we can't blame beckett; cw mental illness, vampirism, HE THORSTY

[ It didn't it doesn't it keeps not making any sense, his head feels like a balloon and he's floating away but above all he is ravenously, painfully hungry. Hungry enough to chew his lips, single-minded enough to barely care about what he's thrown on as he stumbles outside.

The buttons on his cardigan have been torn off, and he's angrily threaded his tie through the holes, using it to keep the sweater from flapping in the breeze. A move that, at the time, seemed sensible and actually STILL seems sensible, because who needs buttons after all? ]

I can't. I can't see anyone. Can you?? Where are they? Dumpy?

[ When his robot-companion doesn't respond, he turns to screaming, and Dumpy screams back. With Rhys nodding, like he understands ever metallic shriek. ]

[Okay, this is new. Flynn is bad at social interaction but he's good at reading people and this screams bad at him in approximately 27 different languages. Not even starting to count the different hieroglyphs and pictographs...

Also, really not what he expected to find when he finally came around to check out the bunker. Maybe he should have listened to his MN poisoning and stayed away.]

Angel...?

[ Angel might be busy doing her swoopy happy flying thing, but Rhysish screams are something that are guaranteed to bring her back down to earth. Literally and figuratively. Do you see what I did there.

It doesn't take her long to discover the source of the cacophony, at which point she screeches to a halt in mid-air. Well, this is. Something. ]

What are you doing?? You almost scared me to death, for frick's sake! And you look half-dead with cold, ugh, let's get you back inside...

[ SERIOUSLY, RHYS. WOW. She holds out a hand - maybe she'll fly them to the nearest house? It certainly seems faster than trudging through the snow, and Rhys really does look terrible. Poor thing. ]

[Look, he really does want to get a look at how pretty your wings are. He might've grown up around aliens and seen all the beauty the universe had to offer but man, wings are just super cool?

Except that he's really here to get a battery recharge, your wings are cool, but so is music.

He knocks on the door of the guard room, looking at the monitors--huh, that's weird. But whatever, you do your thing, Angel?]

Hey! Oh cool, your tattoos are doin' a thing!

Anyway, you got a minute? My Zune's outta battery.

Hahaha, nah. Try again, buddy-boy.

[ Not-Angel turns (a little more slowly than is absolutely necessary, because Jack is an overdramatic sack of fuck), revealing... well. The face certainly isn't hers. It's like a mask growing out of her skin, painful purplish lesions clustering around the join, and it looks so out of place that it's almost funny.

Except, y'know, it's also the kind of no bad wrong that sucks the comedy out of pretty much any situation. Oh well. ]

I know you, right? The library guy? Nerdy, asks too many questions...?

[OKAY THIS IS NOT HOW HE EXPECTED HIS DAY TO GO, LIKE EVEN FOR NORFINBURY THIS IS A LOT!!?

There are anomalies, okay, fine, he can deal with that. The existential, physical AND psychological horror, too, yeah, you kind of get used to it after a while, it sucks, but what can you do? Die, probably. Or not. Whatever.

What Flynn cannot deal with is a CYBORG (with admittedly really cool futuristic implants, gosh, they are just so cool, oh man!?) flying at him with what are, at least from his point of view, NOT VERY CYBORG-Y WINGS (but admittedly also really cool, come on?!) and somehow bumping into him, which leads to him somehow getting dragged along because somehow all of his ridiculous layers of clothing get entangled with Rhys' ridiculous everything and how does this even happen?!]

OhmygodwhatareyoudoingletgoofmeohgodarethoseROOFS...

[Peter's not gonna lie.

This is about 1/2 utterly and incomprehensibly horrifying.

It's also about 1/2 freakin' awesome.

He mighta screamed a little when you burst in the door.]

...Flynn, what the hell!?

[And y'know, not that he's jealous of your sudden macho physique but he's just gonna stand up and stand as tall as he can.]

...An... gel.

[ The thing is, Rhys is incredibly, intimiately familiar with that stance. It's a stance he's taken before, as an imitation, very much meant as the greatest form of flattery and a physical expression of his personal goals.

But. It's gotta be a conincidence, just. Angel, feeling especially confident today. For obvious reasons?

And she's got a purple sheen to her be... ...cause...

... he's staying near the door and leaning back. ]

Hey, hi, hello?? You okay?

Haha, hey, it's the genius! Not exactly who I was expecting to find here, but whatever. How - how ya doin', beefcake? Admin give you back your 'roid stash?

[ That isn't Angel's voice. It's significantly more masculine and sneery, even if you ignore the words themselves not being very Angelly. As the figure turns around, it quickly becomes clear that it isn't Angel's face, either.

Them cheekbones, tho. And hey, Angel's hair is still all hers! Which probably means her ports are still there too THIS IS GOING TO BE FINE. ]

[ Dumpy screams one of his more delighted screams and orbits Angel. And to Rhys, to Rhys... that is tantamount to a target being placed on her. In fact, that is exactly what he's hearing, a strangely throaty whisper amongst the screams that makes him twitch, almost recoiling.

Not for long. Because she smells so good, and Dumpy's right, she's here. He doesn't scream back -- what if she can understand him too? What if she knows? She's always known. Things. Many things.

He knows, now. All the things. The hand is a trap, but he takes it anyway. Grabs it, digging his fingers in. ]

I'm all wrong, but right. But wrong. But right, now.

[WH]

[W H

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Idontknowwhatshappeningjusthelpmesteer --

[ ROOFS. THOSE ARE EXTREMELY, DEFINITELY, YES: THEY ARE ROOFS, and they're getting closer at an alarming rate. Close and then they're both clipping it with their sides, scraping into snow and the shingles below.

What's a few layers of skin between Sudden Terrifying Flight Buddies?? ]

R̸͔̰̎͆h̷̠̍y̷̐͜s̶͖̜͌!

[ Ohhhh dear. Angel's voice is there, but just as a distressingly prominent echo behind Jack's. He turns - with a flourish, obviously - and points his (Angel's) glowy arm at the door.

It slides shut and locks with a very obvious clunk. Hey, Rhys. Rhys. You done gone and fucked up, kiddo. ]

Never better, buddy! I feel goddamn incredible. How 'bout you? Looking a little sick over there.

[ He's doing the smile. You know the one. ]

Okay, that may be a more or less accurate assessment of my person but can we get to the actual issue in the room which is definitely your face?

[Or, you know. Your everything.]

1: Who needs a shirt anyway?

[Hey. Hey Norfinbury. Guess what he's got.

His armor.

Everything he's wearing above the waist vanishes when he summons it in a swell of white light, all holy and mystical. Except while it resizes to fit his new malnourished body, his jeans were still made for a larger man, and the bottom parts cause them to bunch up all weird, and the boots now form to fit around rainboots so they're like big clunky Mega Man feet.

Also, its weight is tied to his will to continue and he is currently very depressed, so the second it forms he faceplants into the snow. Some superpower...]

2: Acrobatics!

[Of course, once he's gotten himself inside in order to take his boots off so he doesn't trip over his own suddenly oversized shoes when he summons his armor, and really processed that it's back and so is his agelessness...

Well, a good deal of that literal weight of doubt is lifted then. He can be found doing flips, jumps higher than he is tall, and maybe even more than twice that that after he winds up in a crouch first. He's cold but you know what? It can't hurt him yet! He has his armor!

Can he scale this house? He can totally scale this house. Watch him!]

[...okay.

...like, he should probably be concerned for Angel and stuff but right now he's torn on maybe going music-less for awhile or being the first victim before the opening credits even roll that everybody laughs at, because this is definitely a horror movie.

...except he doesn't want to go music-less.]

I am a genius, thanks for noticing. What happened to your face?

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Uh.

[ u fuckin wot, m8.

Okay, Angel is now more than a little concerned. Rhys is less coherent than he was after getting freaking extensive brain damage, and the way he's gripping her hand is... kind of painful, actually??

She considers taking it back, but decides not to. Squeezing someone's hand is grounding, right? When you're scared or hurt or confused? So. ]

Rhys, what's happened? Did you hit your head? Or was it Jack? Let me see your port for a second...

[ And she reaches out with her other hand to tip his head to one side, if he'll let her. Gotta check for blood. SURELY THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG. ]

[ OH,, FUCKSICLES,,,

Rhys turns back to the door immediately and despite the audible locking mechanism he gives it a few useless, desperate tugs, shoving one foot against the wall and putting all of his noodle strength into the last bash.

When he's beaten, he sighs shakily and turns back to the Angel-Jack amalgamation and forces some degree of fearlessness into his voice. ]

Sick? Yeah. Sick of your FACE.

-- that. Sounded a lot burn-ier in my head, I. Swear.

Peter!

[He's so glad to see you, man!? Wow, you're standing mighty tall there, bro! Which is awesome! Which means he just gotta stand a little taller than you! And a little more shirtless!]

What are you doing!? Sun's out, guns out!

[ Aaaaand the douchey smirk vanishes. Immediately. It's replaced by a grim little fake smile - the kind of smile that screams DANGER DANGER HOLY FUCK ABORT MISSION DANGER WHOOP WHOOP.

Jack's voice lowers. Angel's can be heard whispering behind it, like a sad and shitty little echo. ]

Oh, and here I thought you were the type to play nice. Unless you're saying that the issue is that your face just doesn't measure up, 'cause, well. Guilty as frickin' charged.

[ oh

see,

touching his port was a no-no in life

it is EXTREMELY OFF-LIMITS in this newly discovered unlife, and he reacts by snarling. Thankfully, she gets the briefest of reprieve as he pulls back instinctively, curling his shaking fingers protectively around the metal circle. ]

The hands stay outside the head, daughter of John! Fingers OUTSIDE of the skull! MY skull!

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GLORIOUS #3 THE MOST WHEYBRARIAN

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cw vague mention of eye gore in linked video 8VVV

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