Power Regain Meme!

[maskintape]

Shit's about to get ridiculous because here's a


POWER REGAIN MEME

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

Time to show off for their new friends

Or balls things up completely, as is snowhell tradition

"But Louise my character has no cool powers boohoo"

SIMMER DOWN SKIPPY

Give them items instead maybe

Or animals? Throw a goddamn chocobo at the meme idgaf

Have fun, buttswoggles

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Tim Wright

[maskintape]

[ Tim doesn't have any superpowers. He doesn't seem to have spontaneously received anything from home, either. WHAT A RIP-OFF.

Except anyone unfortunate enough to get close to him for more than five minutes might start exhibiting some strange symptoms. Coughing up blood, having seizures, blackouts and dissociation... And hey, is it just you or was there a really really tall guy standing over there just a second ago? ]

Angel

[phaseshifter]

[ Angel has MOTHAFUCKIN WINGS, YO. Not the feathery kind you might expect if you've heard about that aspect of her Siren-ness, but ones made of shards of bright light. She can very likely be found whooshing around a few feet in the air looking completely delighted, should anyone want to poke her.

Alternatively, she can also be found searching through houses with even more vigour than usual. While occasionally tapping her tablet against the ports in her head and muttering.

What the eff, Angel. What the eff. ]

I'm sorry I am

[victorytothesexy]

[Oh well hai thar, fellow winged person! Here's another angel(?) wooshing around just to test if he actually knows how to use his wings after so long. Have no fear though, as he'll notice her before long! And once he does, he wastes no time turning to fly her way, probably about to deliver a lame pickup line about angels because that's how he rolls.]

Oh, why, hello there~ Guess I'm not the only pretty angel around today, huh? ♥

[And praising himself while he's at it because why not.]

[bookofnope]

[Somehow, Beckett is utterly unsurprised by this development.

Even if he were, it would be hard to tell, since at the moment he is in his wolf form, which isn't the best for expressing surprise. It is, however, excellent for stalking through snow - blissfully warm in a thick coat of fur - and coming up close to people without being noticed, despite the not quite seasonal colouring of his dark gray fur. He follows her for a little while, just observing, enjoying the sight, before deciding to make himself known.

He looks like a perfectly ordinary gray wolf, except for the red glow of his eyes. It is a pretty distinguishing feature, though.]

[blessedmaiden]

[1]
[Someone is so happy to have her powers back she's not even trying to escape at the moment, Rydia just summoned Mom, Dad and her favorite dragons... and she's just enjoying the cuddles she missed so much. Now, only if she could have her daughter too-
Oh, but Cuore is better home, right? Either Edge or her beloved villagers will take care of her, in the meanwhile she's just spending time with her family.]

Mother, Father, Mist... I missed you all so much.

[Feel free to come closer even if she's basically sitting on a creepy Leviathan and Chatting with a thee headed 'goddess' and a dragon partially made of Mist, Rydia would love to introduce you to them.]

[2]

[She can also be found traveling between houses with a burning fire trapped in the palm of her right hand. Why feeling cold when you can keep a Fira active and just enjoying its warmth? It's also great to clean snow away, you know? She's feeling much more confident now that her powers are back- and while she's specialized in offensive spells everything can be helpful, right? Oh, she really needed a break from being the town's weakest damsel. And, who knows, maybe she's going to try to blast those misterious doors with a flare, later, why not?]

[3]
[She's busy summoning chocobos. Lots of chocobos, even if it's extremely energy draining, those wonderful and noble steeds may be able to carry out everyone to safety, especially considering they're not natural birds but, well, summons.]

Come ooon...

[And... six. Keeping so many creatures out is proving itself more than difficult for the woman but, hey, now whoever wants to ride a big bird- can!]Aka feel free to play them even in other threads, she's just providing here yellow featherballs.

Jim Hawkins

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim doesn't have any of these ridiculous powers to speak of. What he does have is a rocket-powered surfboard. Fear his XTREAM 90S COOLNESS.

He'll be riding the thing all over town in the most inadvisable way possible - cutting narrow corners in the debris, knocking the snow off housetops, dangling upside down to taunt people and monsters: being a punk, in other words.

He's also working on finding an empty path long enough to achieve exit velocity, but that probably looks like more of the same.

If you're really nice you can probably hitch a ride. :D ]

[forfeits]

[ whether you wanted a freeloader or not, Jim, you might just have one. for behind Jim, the sounds of electricity flare, and the ground even shakes a little bit after each sound and flash of light. soon enough, in the ground beside him (and maybe even around corners or over houses, is Ed, hopping to and fro what look like giant hands made of snow.

every time he claps his hands together and touches one of the hands he's in, another one explodes ahead of him from the ground. ]

Hey! Mind if I give it a try? [ he doesn't want to drive that thing, no, but he might want to hitch a ride! ]

[swatsflies]

[Nice means standing there in awe as your friend nyooms around on his pretty awesome looking solar surfer, right? After a moment or two, Zell is to remember how to talk again. He is totally blown away by the XTREAM 90S COOLNESS.]

WHOA! THAT IS FRICKIN AWESOME! [Can Jim even hear him?]

Edward Elric

[forfeits]

a;
[ there are a lot of serious things Ed should be doing now that he can use his alchemy here, but if anyone is walking near, they may see flashes of light, hear the occasional clap of hands before something starts to rise out of the snow.

oh yes, out of the snow. walls are rising from the ground, and soon, Ed's constructed a massive castle. it's walls appear to be clay, though, like he's transmuted the snow itself into something a little more sturdy (and warmer!) than snow and ice. he laughs loudly when it works, turning then to make yet another structure, this one more of an igloo. please, come explore and have him make you something. ]

b;
[ on a slightly more serious note, Ed can now at least help people keep warm, and is actually using his alchemy to make some repairs to his coat -- adding fur to the hood and lining, mending holes in his bag (and making it bigger). he's shaking his coat out, brushing the snow off of it before trying it on. ]

I can give it a try on yours, too, if you want? I even made mine much more fashionable. [ no, really, he thinks adding this big symbol to the back of his makes it much better. ]

Zelos has no real super cool powers but he has FASHYUN

[victorytothesexy]

[EXCUSE, he heard the word fashionable and now he can't just sit still and not butt in.

So, here comes a pink-clad fellow with long, flaming, criminally red hair to give you fashion advice. You're welcome.]

More fashionable? [To say that he sounded shocked would have been an understatement.] You mean it... was less fashionable before?

[youarethebandits]

[There is a growing area of melted snow in the middle of the town, thanks to the heat given off by a giant goddamn monster. Despite its fearsome appearance, it doesn't seem to be doing much more than ambling about, knocking its massive claws on buildings.

If you choose to approach, you might find Handsome Jack sitting on its back with a severely displeased look on his face.]

[phaseshifter]

Isn't...

[ Angel is hovering nearby. Not too nearby, because who knows how unpredictable vault guardians can be, but. Near enough that her voice carries. ]

...Isn't it supposed to be 'scorching the freakin' planet in fire?'

Goddamn Dragons

[silverfuller]

[Haurchefant doesn't usually have any powers to write home about...At least not until he's exposed to Dragon's Blood. We don't know how Norfinbury got the stuff but it did, then somehow snuck it into the Elezen's food.

Near the school is a hulking, Dragon-like Monstrosity screaming and belching up electricity.]

Frisk (Minor Undertale Spoilers)

[despiteeverything]

1

[Do you that feeling of deja vu, like you've done something already, seen this event before, had this conversation more than once? Ever felt like that for an entire day? Over and over and over-

Frisk doesn't tell anybody what they're trying to do. They never really have. And if it works then everybody will be fine and it won't matter anyway, right? That's the idea at least.

Well, there's a small voice over the network come that evening.]

I'm sorry. I tried to fix it but... I'm sorry.

2

[Frisk sucks in a breath when they come back, the pain vanishing as it always does, the abrupt return to normality jarring. They haven't felt that for a long time. They really wish they weren't feeling it now, but... nothing they can do. It's happened. Or not happened? Who knows.

In any case, there's work to be done. They've been dumped back barely an hour prior, when they'd felt a stab of Determination watching the snow fall around them softly. They grab the arm of the person they're travelling with, grip firm.]

There's... bad stuff that way.

[Swiveling their head around, they start marching in another direction, resolutely. Just don't ask how they know.]

2

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark's startled when Frisk suddenly grabs his wrist. But they turn, and he's turning with her, all but dragged behind the slightly-older child, look of confusion plain across his face if Frisk cares to look.]

Bad stuff? What kind?

[But he'll take your word for it, Frisk! Friends trust in friends.]

2

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch has experience with this sort of thing before, at least, so he knows what's going on, with their powers back and all. The thing he's not used to is not being privy to these hiccups in time. Maybe it's the foreignness of it to his world's mechanics, but he's not aware of them the way he is of Lucifel's resets.]

All right. [He follows Frisk's lead.] ...Do you think you could take me along next time? I'm used to remembering...

Dr. Stein

[circumsutus]

[Someone (probably the Admin) gave Stein back his scalpels. They also gave him his powers.

On the one hand, Dr. Stitches is even more dangerous than usual, and if you're being annoying you just might get one of those extremely sharp blades tossed with unerring accuracy a fraction of an inch in front of your nose. His gaze has also achieved a staring into your soul quality that everyone's going to find incredibly disturbing.

On the other, you've got yourself a human radar, who is totally able to give directions to any other person in Norfinbury, and can probably help with any ghost problems that come up.]

Clayton Epps

[dr_unconscious]

[Yup, he's dead.]

[...Or at least it seems that way. Anyone in the room with Doctor Greathair probably saw him snoozing sitting up like he usually does (weirdo), but then there was a nasty clatter and suddenly he's on the floor, completely limp and unresponsive and cold. It doesn't look like he's breathing.]

[Anyone coming to check will feel a very interesting itching sensation brushing against their temples. Actually, if you've talked with him a lot and are on the other side of Norfinbury, you might feel it, too. Funny how that works.]

GROUP PROMPT

[You've probably spoken to Clayton quite a lot now and would consider that you know him decently well. You probably don't know his other buddies in the houses two days away from yours, though, and you weren't exactly planning on talking to them today.]

[Except now you are. Surprise! Your thoughts (somewhat filtered for clarity, thanks Clayton) are now being directly transferred to the mind of someone else, and their thoughts are going to yours. I'm sure this is fine and everyone will be happy with the results.]

[circumsutus]

[Doctor Greathair's going to have to deal with Doctor Stitches having powers of his own. When the man collapses, Stein's on his feet and next to Clayton in seconds. At the brush of the other man's soul against his, he sends out a one way rebound, a sharp blast like an electric shock down the connection.

It's going to hurt.]

prompt 1, NERD

[maskintape]

[ Tim may not quite be on the other side of Norfinbury, but he's certainly not in the immediate vicinity of Doctor Greathair Doctor McSorelymissed DOCTOR BACKSTAB. Because fuck that guy. Fuck that guy and his amazing hair.

Not that fartlord doctors or floofy hairdos are on Tim's mind right now. He's too busy WIGGING THE FUCK OUT. He's been having more blackouts lately, seeing the thing more often. It isn't pleasant. He'd just been starting to think this was all a new brand of suck, maybe one that wasn't actually connected to the thing at all, that he'd just been hallucinating and seeing connections that weren't really there...

But nah, apparently not. Thus the wigging out. He barely notices the weirdass itchy tickle at his temples, shaking his head briefly as if to dislodge a bug. Or a lil spider thing. One of the two. ]

annnnd group prompt, I'm not even sorry B3

[phaseshifter]

[ Hey so getting her neato powers back means that Angel can manipulate things on her tablet enough for her to not only make a hella comprehensive shipping chart in moments, but she can add notes and pictures and project all the data onto the walls of the building she's staying in and fling parts of it around like she's some douche from that Minority Report movie.

It takes a lot of concentration to keep all of it sorted in her head, though, especially when she's editing the data on the fly as she's working. Which means she's thinking very hard about a whole bunch of potential ships. Including [YOU] and [THAT PERSON YOU TOTES DO/N'T WANT TO BE SHIPPED WITH].

Enjoy those thoughts, whoever gets em ]

another prompt 1

[lacecase]

[Ginger does not have medical experience. She does not have experience with situations that involve panic, or dead people. So when Clayton falls from his chair, she has no idea what in the world she's supposed to do. All she was doing was sitting across the room, sewing, and occasionally looking up to think about how gosh darn cute Clayton is, snoozing away. Her overworked sweetheart! Silly billy goat gruff!

And then all of a sudden he's on the floor and she drops everything and runs to him, shrieking and shaking him and calling his name over and over, because that's what people who have no medical experience do.]

Clayton, Clayton, honey, I don't know CPR so you have to wake up okay?

[She cups his face, brushing his hair away from his eyes, all but totally missing the way her head feels kinda funny.]

You're the doctor with the cute butt, you gotta tell me what I need to do!

Shiro Fujimoto

[lionson]

[Shiro does have powers, and pretty strong ones at that, but they don't affect most people. Only demons/anyone who has demonic powers or is demonic in nature/beings that can detect or be affected by holy-based powers are affected by them. To anyone who fits in those groups, it's like someone flipped on a fucking spotlight of holy energy right on him.

But since that wouldn't affect most people, he also has some of his gear back. Like the shotgun he is talking to.]

Aaah, it's been too long! It's much safer with you by my side.

America

[fifty]

[America's here! ...America has taken a pretty painful-looking dive off a roof, actually. It wasn't intentional. He was ripping off some roof tiles for Seeing What's Under There reasons and he slipped, because ice sucks, and anyway, his leg should not be bending that way. Or bending there at all, actually. Is that bone?

But blink and you'll miss it, because after a few moments and a lot of cursing America's leg snaps itself forcefully back into place. The bone knits itself back together, followed by muscle and skin. It only takes a few moments. America seems upset, though, because--]

My jeans are totally ripped! It's too cold for ripped jeans.

[He is focused on the important things.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Why is House here? He really has no idea. But that's a man who just fell off a roof and broke his leg in a way that will require at least one surgery and several months of rehab. And then the injure is righting itself in front of his eyes.]

What the hell?

[Is this the MN? The ADMIN?]

Holy crap. Is the Admin handing out healing without asking for it now?

[Because that's the only thing that can make sense.]

Nathan Young

[notaquaman]

Prompt 1

[Nathan is...talking to himself. Or, rather, he's standing around in the cold, trying to stay warm by bouncing from foot to foot and rubbing his arms, arguing with the air.]

What's the matter with you? What's up with all this hostility? You're the one who sauntered up for a chat! [A pause, and Nathan snorts.] Say what you want, but I'm not the prick who got himself killed, am I? Take a goddamn hike back to your bodybag! What do I want with your unfinished business?

[Yeah. Either he's totally gone off the deep end or...he's talking to a ghost. Hey! Maybe it's someone you know! Maybe it's one of the people here who've got themselves a body in the morgue. Won't know till you ask.]

Prompt 2

Well, this is embarrassing.

[Picture this: you've just stumbled into one of the more precarious, ruined houses just in time for lockdown, and you're stuck here with a wise cracking young adult. Except, he seems to have fallen down the stairs straight into some piece of sharp rubble. The thing sticks out of his stomach, not looking even remotely comfortable. His voice comes out in a ragged, pained groan, blood dotting his lips. Still, he tries to grin.]

'Fraid I might not be good for much conversation. [Wheeze, grimace.] But, hey, maybe we can have a laugh! I think I'm going to be here for awhile. Unless you fancy putting me out of my misery? Or get me off this stick, at least.

[Help a guy dying really, really slowly out?]