Open RP A Strong Foundation

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[font color="#00FFFF"]"Exactly to divisive. Kinda why this had bummed me out. The suits and wine it's a certain kind of people but I want something more united."[/font] While being an idol and hero was a draw it also came with a surplus of feedback from fans. She tried to get to know them and connect. Ellie might have been a face for heroism but she wanted to think she was a voice for the people. Or well the hundred or so followers she currently had. Not getting to do a patrol yet her streaming numbers were even lower. Soon though it wouldn't just be camera footage of a bust but a live feed! She gestured for the reptile to follow though didn't need to.

It wasn't long before the woman in armor and a track suit was met by someone in a dress. Filled the dress out better then Ellie she thought. Sure there was curves and a physique but it tended to hug tightly and the uncomfortability showed whenever Ellie tried to wear one. Not that she had many instances. Even if she could have found comfort wearing one it still wasn't her scene. Certainly not heels, other women might have gotten jealous by the choice of footwear by the new arrival. Not Ellie though she was all about sneakers and tennis shoes. Was even a contract she was trying to arrange with some of the bigger brands.

The woman got closer and with it physicality all the more clear. It was already obvious one hit the gym but up close one could really tell. Certainly had the electric hero beat, Ellie being more of an athletic build. She looked more sporty then the woman before her more a warrior of old. [font color="#00FFFF"]"I can fly but more so command the lightning then entire storms. I however once got shot and was able to heal by getting hit by lightning."[/font] Ellie almost felt embarrassed in her physical appearance when actually face to face with someone she thought actually pulling it off. So she raced to find an example to hype herself up, settling on healed by electrocution.

Which now she wasn't sure was as cool as it sounded. To recover from lightning might also imply the kind of idiot who got hit by such. [font color="#00FFFF"]"Ellie Ktric. Don't be stunned to meet the hero Tazer. I'll let my friend introduce himself. And you are?"[/font] She'd take the hand offered. The shake would however be one gentle while it clearly had some might to it the touch didn't want to show it. Perhaps because touching her would have ones hair stand on in. As a living battery Ellie had often tried to be light in touch if not doing work. Puzzles and building houses out of cards was a common down time hobby of hers to keep from running everywhere all the time.

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[div][attr="style","font-family:'Metrophobic';font-size:115%;"]So, one match was made, the appointed time set for the next day. Dawn would once again grace the world with her rays, and Vasia Kairodes would grace the world with her blade. Thus, she would take the full measure of Freyja Ragnarsdottir: though what time had in store for them was as yet to be determined. With parting words, they moved on from one another, quick-lighting Freyja moving onward to another circle to speak to others present there. For her part, Vasia would take a moment in patience, for there was always time for action, but the time need not be immediate. Her gaze roved its way over the room, avoiding those god-bereft architectural columns where she could, focusing instead on the people.

From many places, they came in many methods of attire. Some even seemed inhuman, more akin to those monsters she had once fought. For now, they took no fighting stance, and so her wary eye moved on, though it was likely there should be some blows to come to at some point. Another twisted lightnings into her attire - the realm of Zeus: hardly the god Vasia would have chosen to take inspiration from, but perhaps the girl had no choice. Such was often the way, with Zeus. It seemed Freyja had an interest in that one, perhaps something to take not of for some later time.

She sought emptiness, not fulfillment, for she had her share of the one already. Crowds were wont to shift, and she watched the tide as it surged near and afar, drifting away and leaving upon her vision an image of a man, drenched in a long-coat the color of the black waters. He moved with a smile upon his countenance, and Vasia would find herself curious what had brought it to him.

She slipped inward, first listening, for observance always had a part to play. Only after a moment would she slip in to speak: "What halls hail you from, stranger?"

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[div style="font-size:13px;background-color:rgb(10, 7, 21);font-family:monospace;padding:40px;max-width:1200px;margin:auto;color:white;"]Perhaps it was stranger to be alone. There weren't many like him- not out here, in the middle of the hall, at least. The lone wolves stuck to their corners, huddling around the bars and food carts, likely wishing they had gone with their gut and sat this one out. No; those who chose to venture into the thrum seldom lasted a minute before being approached by another, conversing for a while, then drifting back to be picked up by the next stray word. In, out. In, out. Kosuke was out.

Then, someone made her way in.

She hung back for a moment as he noted her hesitance. He wasn't doing anything. Wasn't with anyone. She approached him, brown hair tied back in tasteful precision, the pale drapery of her gown sweeping the floor behind her in the same way his decidedly inelegant jacket chose to mirror. She was friendly, despite her pause- and despite her archaic manner of speech, as well. Kosuke retained his smile, and complemented it with a wave.

[font color="ff0000"]"Kyoto,"[/font] He responded, [font color="ff0000"]"Though we're not exactly strangers anymore, are we?"[/font]

He extended a hand; manicured in red, armoured with rings of silver.

[font color="ff0000"]"My name is Kosuke. And yourself?"[/font][/div]
 
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[font color="a2a2a2"]"Vasia Kairodes."[/font] Her name was on her tongue, easy enough to offer to men and gods, only one of which had no place here. Her hand released his after a firm clasp, and with it she gestured to the room that surrounded them. [font color="a2a2a2"]"How are you finding all of this?"[/font] The question left many ways in which it might be answered, for it was not merely their own meeting that she was curious to take his measure of. There were many meetings going on here - both now and before, when none of them had yet reached this questionably-hallowed hall. There had been many speeches throughout this long-winded day, some of some interest, some of some accuracy. There were few that she felt had captured both of those offerings, but perhaps it was an affront to use both altars.

[font color="a2a2a2"]"I am feeling that there is not so much known here about heroes, and much that may yet be learned, should there be those willing to learn it."[/font] Whether or not this was to be the case, Vasia could not say. In this era it was often such that teachers were common, but students willing to take part of the wisdom were far-found and infrequent.
 


The lightning-wielder had a look about her. Not one of jealousy, but embarrassment. She was self-conscious, which was to be expected. This world of heroes was a new one, and here was one of the few who seemed interested in playing the part in accordance with modern day literature. It was a bold look, to be sure, but perhaps that was simply the natural way.

She stumbled over her words, quickly trying to make her powers sound interesting. Freyja smiled as the woman introduced herself as Ellie before giving a thematically appropriate hero name, even if it was preceded by a pun. Ellie took the hand almost delicately. Freyja returned the handshake firmly, noting the warm skin and little pulses of electricity that seemed to come from the woman.

“Freyja Ragnarsdóttir. It is nice to meet you.”
She let the companion introduce themself at their leisure, although they were certainly a curious sight. However, her focus was currently occupied by this Tazer figure.

“Repairing your wounds by getting struck with lightning is certainly impressive, as is simply commanding the bolts. I imagine it must take a lot of strength to control that much energy, no?”
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The handshake was strong, but not crushing interesting. Ellie did think herself not as jacked or pretty but she did kind of feel like maybe in the work of heroism and athletic ability perhaps there was some competition to be had. [font color="#00FFFF"]"Freyja, Nordic right? Obviously I looked more into Thor but Freyja she was the sex and violence one right? Sorry goddess who ruled love, fertility, battle and death right? You uh have a preference?"[/font]

There was then a pause of concern. She'd meant it as a question just to look for what kind of hero she might be around. Was it someone who'd command the battle? Maybe a hero who would kill, the local drug dealer probably didn't deserve a spear through the heart but some criminals were worse. Or maybe the hero was one who just looked to guard lovers who might be robbed at night? She realized though she might have sounded more flirty or like a bad pick up artist. Which well if it got results that wasn't bad but it also wasn't like the livewire made many plays like that she'd always been to caught up in sports, or training, or trying to stop her mind from running seventy directions at a hundred miles a second.

Stop.

Breathe.

There was a question to answer. [font color="#00FFFF"]"I mean I'm never one to skip leg day. But honestly manipulating lightning is natural to me. It's always there you know? The hard part is bottling it, is not ordering it around. It's in every person, every device, electrons are everywhere. I also want to train some try and get a better hold of that fact."[/font] Her shocking blue eyes briefly narrowed as she looked to one of those in charge of the event. [font color="#00FFFF"]"But APARENTLY this gathering wasn't to say start a training program for powers among other things."[/font]

There was no denying she was probably looking a tad ditzy. There was also no denying though Ellie was probably one of the most set on the idea of heroism and helping metas reach their potential. She didn't want to discuss if Houdini was a good showman or actual magician, she wanted super heroes to be a part of the world.

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[div style="font-size:13px;background-color:rgb(10, 7, 21);font-family:monospace;padding:40px;max-width:1200px;margin:auto;color:white;"]Kosuke's own grip was firm, yet familiar- seemingly uncaring as to whether the metal of the rings were pinching her hand. He released it as soon as she did.

[font color="ff0000"]"Well, Vasia, a function's a function,"[/font] He said, rocking back on his feet, [font color="ff0000"]"You know how it goes. For an event dedicated to the supernatural, I'm finding it kinda... mundane."[/font]

He leaned back and raised his hands- an exaggeratedly defensive gesture.

[font color="ff0000"]"Not that there's anything wrong with mundane- hell, given the crowd, I'm sure a bit of normalcy is appreciated, it's just, ah..."[/font]

He tugged the collar of his shirt and grimaced- an exaggeratedly uncomfortable gesture.

[font color="ff0000"]"Just ain't my scene, y'know? All this formality..."[/font]

It was clear to any onlooker that Kosuke was far from the only person who felt that way about the proceedings. It was also clear that he was wrong- this event was anything but mundane, and all it took was one glance at the room to prove it. Were his claims an exaggeration as well?

Her further musing elicited a chuckle.

[font color="ff0000"]"Heroes, mm?"[/font]

Kosuke's posture relaxed.

[font color="ff0000"]"That's a fun thought. Heroes."[/font]

He shot a brief glance over his shoulder before leaning ever so slightly closer towards Vasia.

[font color="ff0000"]"So, do we all have that duty, hm?"[/font]

The question hung in the air for approximately half a moment before Kosuke interrupted with a raised hand.

[font color="ff0000"]"No, duty is the wrong word. I'm thinking more, ah... potential. There- that softens the question a bit, eh?"[/font][/div]
 
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[font color="Bad8e9"]"If a heroic challenge appears, it is a hero's duty to confront it."[/font] Her upper arms moved vaguely, in a way that was either a precursor to a shrug or to the cascading of weapons upon one another. None followed, and the gesture would be left to itself, to stand alone against the fates. [font color="Bad8e9"]"And what of you, Kosuke of Kyoto? Do you perform your duty when you are called upon, or do you sulk like Akhilleus until you have lost something you cannot bear to be bereft of?"[/font]

He had been a hero in the end, Akhilleus, but what Greek did not know of his reluctance? Only when the anger of Peleus' son had been stoked to forge-heat by the death of Patroklus had he taken the field once more. Had he done his duty at first, as he was meant to, how many fewer losses would the Danaans have suffered upon those Trojan shores? The world was filled with stories of heroes who were reluctant, cautionary tales that were as ill-fated as they were ill-conceived.

[font color="Bad8e9"]"The gods choose their heroes. We have found it is best not to disappoint them."[/font]
 
[div style="font-size:13px;background-color:rgb(10, 7, 21);font-family:monospace;padding:40px;max-width:1200px;margin:auto;color:white;"]He stopped for a moment before answering- seemingly lost in thought, though the casual smile refused to leave his face.

[font color="ff0000"]"Well, I can't say I've ever been called,"[/font] He said, bemused, [font color="ff0000"]"Though, I suppose what you're getting at here is that... being a metahuman is a calling in and of itself, hm? Fun thought- again, fun thought!"[/font]

Kosuke pushed his sunglasses back up his face. They tended to slip down when his speech got too animated.

[font color="ff0000"]"You know, I've always assumed the opposite- at least for myself."[/font]

He brought the wine glass to his lips and tipped it back, but the level did not decrease.

[font color="ff0000"]"Y'know- lie low, try and conform, keep yourself out of trouble, that sort of thing. I know I speak for many of us when I say that being a metahuman can be a source of shame."[/font]

A terse frown fell across his face.

[font color="ff0000"]"And, between you and me, I'm inclined to agree."[/font]

Another momentary silence, interrupted by another raised hand.

[font color="ff0000"]"That sounds bad."[/font] He admitted, [font color="ff0000"]"I suppose what I'm getting at here is that some people, some powers have a much easier time doing good than others. A man who kills all he touches, or drives people to violent madness, or telepathically inflicts excruciating pain- should he answer his call? Can he?"[/font]

Kosuke shrugged.

[font color="ff0000"]"Do you believe in fate, Vasia? Something tells me you don't."[/font]

He gestured once more to the room around them.

[font color="ff0000"]"We can't all be heroes. Sometimes the best thing a metahuman can do is keep it all to themselves. The nail that sticks out gets hammered down..."[/font]

He laughed, though something about it seemed uncomfortable.

[font color="ff0000"]"Otherwise it might, like, give you tetanus or something."[/font][/div]
 
Quetz nodded, taking his turn to introduce himself only as silence naturally allowed. "I'm Quetzalcoatl. I do what I can to help out where I'm able. Also I have a fun Youtube channel. I'm just glad to see so many people around here that are excited to help out and use their abilities for those who need it the most. I mean, yeah, ok so some of the meetings weren't as awesome as some of the other meetings, and their knowledge of mythology and how it might tie into meta human existence was a little--short--but it's a great start!"

It was a great start. So many people here from all over the world. He'd heard of the Norse gods but never actually met one before. Looking at this person, he wasn't sure if they were the real deal or just named after one. A lot of people named their kids after mythological figures or a hero might take on the mantle to sound more impressive. Not everyone with a god's name was actually a god. If she was a Norse goddess though, it probably didn't do to go around calling her the goddess of sex and violence. He wouldn't want to be known as "the god of stealing bones and cutting himself in weird places to re-create Humanity after the fall of the fourth sun" for example.

He'd rather be known as the guy who opposed human sacrifice.
 
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Perhaps he thought himself among the oracles, that he should need to say so many words in the hopes that some of them might become true. Vasia was not patient, but she strove to listen nonetheless, for sometimes even from the words of madmen a gleam of truth could be captured. Eventually, the palaver-speaker came around to fate, as did all things.

He misjudged her, as did many. In this case it was not to be fatal, merely resultant in a shrug, gesture-loquacious rather than verbiose. [font color="bad8e9"]"All heroes have a fate. It is part of what makes them extraordinary. The wisest understand that their fate is preordained, but do not seek to find it out. Fate will happen, one way or another. It is best to proceed as one would, and not worry overmuch."[/font]

Her fate, at this moment, would be to retreat from this conversation ere she became further entangled in its vagaries. [font color="bad8e9"]"It has been an interesting meeting, Kosuke. Perhaps a fated one. For now, I must retreat. I have commitments in the morning that I must attend to. Be well - and do not let your fate trouble you overmuch, whatever it may be."[/font][/div][/div][/div]
 
[div style="font-size:13px;background-color:rgb(10, 7, 21);font-family:monospace;padding:40px;max-width:1200px;margin:auto;color:white;"][font color="ff0000"]"Ah, there's that heroes thing again..."[/font] He said, almost a mutter, [font color="ff0000"]"I mean, are we all heroes? Like- that comes with some assumption of goodness, and that can't be true for all of th-"[/font]

His voice trailed off.

[font color="ff0000"]"Right."[/font]

Kosuke smiled.

[font color="ff0000"]"Well, it's been nice talking to you- fated, I guess. Yeah, maybe. I, uh- I'll see you again some... time..."[/font]

She left before he could finish the thought.

Kosuke rocked back on his feet again, lightly snapping his finger as she passed. Disappointed, it seemed. Or... embarrassed, if such a man could be embarrassed. He took another fake-sip of his wine, and turned back to the rest of the room, smiling loosely. The tide had flowed against him, again. He was in, and now he was out once more.

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The poor girl was flustered, that much Freyja could tell. She chuckled as Ellie recognized her namesake, simplifying it a bit perhaps. An eyebrow was raised at what could have been a pickup line, had the girl not kept running and stumbled into a response to her question, her mouth and mind clearly running at a mile a minute. Either Ellie was a big fan of caffeine or high energy was just a constant for her.

“My namesake is Nordic, yes. And sex and violence may be a bit reductive, but not inaccurate.”
She sent a smile Ellie’s way.
“As for preference, I think there’s room for both, don’t you?”

Freyja turned her attention briefly to the lizard-like figure with Ellie, who introduced himself as Quetzalcoatl. He was a curious figure, his upbeat personality conflicting with his somewhat monstrous physicality. Still, she acknowledged his presence, albeit without the same enthusiasm as she did Ellie. A chuckle escaped at her pointed comment towards the event organizers, She had some fire in her.

“If it’s training you’re looking for, I might be able to help. Could be useful to try yourself against a target who can actually take it and dish it back out. I have no particular affinity for electricity, but I can probably take you for a bit.”
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If someone had asked the answer would have been both. Ellie was often very high energy, she was lightning in a human sized bottle. Not only was she usually energetic but her body moved faster. That meant everything took longer and while she had gotten used to it, that didn't completely override the urge rush to the next thing once able. However having all that energy meant it could feel like she was burning it all faster. Sleep was nice but wasn't always a surefire answer. She could "plug in" but it turned out a prolonged way to electrocute ones self wasn't a device really around. With sleep being okay and electrocution optimal but not always optional caffeine and electrolytes were a girl's best friend.

At any rate she blinked a few times, three or four to most it likely looked like one or two. Her head space pausing to consider an answer. [font color="#00FFFF"]"I mean to an extent. I uh got preference. But fighting usually is separate."[/font] Roughhousing could be fun but she didn't mix the fun of one of those with the other fun of punching. And maybe that was all way to much information. However the event had been boring, the woman before her was pretty and well she was prone to ramble anyway. She didn't want to abandon her lizard buddy though either. Shouldn't leave someone hanging. She wasn't sure she was into scales but she did want to work with the guy.

Check her phone. Make sure she gave all the following she could. Shot a message with her contact info as well. She was lightning if heroism needed back up or he just wanted to hang out she could be there in a flash. [font color="#00FFFF"]"I'd uh love that. You good to go or need to change?"[/font] Seemed the nice thing to do, Ellie was among the very few in uniform. Although she kind of wanted someone to just risk the dress. They weren't here for costume changes and fancy clothes it should have been heroism. Getting some training in was among the few things about this event to sound promising to her.

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