Kat's Corner



Cut to commercials.​

Fade-in from black: An external view of the storefront of Dual Flame Outfitters, set at an angle where the hanging sign is in center focus. A wide walking lane bookended by other, less distinct shops stretches in the distance behind the sign. The camera steadily pans out and turns until the storefront is seen from the front, with the doors in the lower third of the shot. The facade is pale red brick with a more vibrant blue trim around the door and windows. The tempered glass doors are propped open, inviting the viewer inside.

(Soft, orchestral music plays. Something tasteful, cheerful but understated. It is not trying to grab the viewer’s attention, merely giving them something to listen to if they choose to tune in.)

The camera follows the unspoken invitation, smoothly gliding into the store. It is empty of customers or staff, but full of its usual wares. The stained glass skylight casts multicolored light over the smooth wooden floor. The camera lingers for a moment on the checkout counter, set directly in sight of the doors, before cutting to a view of the apparel side of the store, moving slowly over the racks of clothing.

CAPTION (serifed text, white overlaid on a curling black banner, at the bottom of the screen): Custom clothes available by commission.

(The music picks up in tempo, a fractional change that marks the turn in the wordless song.)

Another cut, this time to the weaponry side of the store. The metallic weapons are freshly polished and razor sharp. The camera moves over the displays with the same unhurried pace as it did the other side of the store.

CAPTION: For custom weaponry, ask for the blacksmith.

The weapons fade out, and a new scene fades in. The front facade of the store is visible once more, and a dark, half-transparent overlay fades in over the center of the screen, the OVERLAY and CAPTION popping in once it settles on a transparency.

OVERLAY (more white text, now larger, in a swooping font and stark against the faded scene): Dual Flame Outfitters: Handcrafted Weapons & Apparel
CAPTION (sans background): All are welcome.
(The address, phone number, and website for the store are listed neatly beneath the caption.)

This time, the view is a timelapse - blurred shapes of people enter and exit the store or pass by en route to other shops. The sun sets behind the store, but the lights stay lit even as the streetlights click on. The crowd thins, but there are still groups seen entering and exiting. Between two groups, with blink-and-you’ll-miss-it quickness, a solitary shape slips into the store, indistinct except for their silhouette, caped and cowled. It matches no notable figure; it could be a hero, or a villain, or simply someone on their way to a Renaissance fair. They slip out again in a blur moments later, a bundle of fabric over their arm and a new sheath at their hip, and disappear offscreen.

The commercial fades out, and another fades in.​

 
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The most normal girl in the world went for a walk on a completely normal day and did completely normal things. There were no strange occurrences. Why would there be strange occurrences? Psssh, Venus has never done anything weird, ever. Not even once. Why would you suggest that she did something strange? What do you know?!

“Oh, I wouldn't recommend ingesting strange chemicals.”




She may be crazy, but she is free. Horses neigh and run across the plains, and she is galloping alongside them in pursuit of the distant horizon and fields of golden oats. Or, no, she's just running across the rooftops, en route to help old ladies cross streets and stop purse snatchers with the help of awesome chemical concoctions. But that's just as fun!

“I love eating paint!”

 
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Name: Venus Votticelli
Alias: Griffonage
Media Titles: Science-miss, The Paint Hero
Gender: Female (she/her)
Age: 16
Height: 5'5" (5'6" in costume)
Hair Color: Reddish-Brown (oil-slick black in costume)
Eye Color: Brown

Powers: Venus can manipulate the chemicals and associated reactions occurring within her body. She can fabricate or suppress naturally occurring chemicals like adrenaline and dopamine, and speed, slow, or stop reactions as they occur. For more complex effects and chemicals that aren’t naturally occurring, she relies on her knowledge of chemistry to craft chemical blends she can then ingest.

Once an external chemical enters her body she has full control over it. As such, she is immune to most poisons, diseases, and bacteria. Her body tends to default to canceling out anything external unless she makes an effort to allow it to happen, and returns to baseline functioning over time.

As a side effect of her powers, Venus has a fondness for the taste of chemicals, and a form of limited synesthesia that allows her to connect colors with tastes. She likes bright colors the best, and muddy ones the least. Naturally, she’s a big fan of color coding and tends to run a bit wild with highlighters whenever she has the chance.



EQUIPMENT​

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  • Grappling Hook - every hero needs one! A length of sturdy wire and a vicious steel hook allow Griffonage to get onto rooftops in a matter of seconds, and aid in her swift journeying across the city. It’s amazing what one can find in one’s attic, isn’t it?
  • Mask - a domino mask over her eyes and a respirator over the lower half of her face help to conceal Griffonage’s secret identity. The respirator is easily detachable so that she can chug a potion on the go.
  • Hydrophobic Clothing - the thick cloth of Griffonage’s shirt and pants is coated in wax on the outside, for easier cleanup after slinging paint around on her missions.
  • Chemical Blends:
    • Foam Balloons - water balloons filled with a chemical blend that expands into a big cloud of purple foam upon impact. The foam is soft and pliant for a few moments before hardening into a dense, somewhat brittle shell. Tastes like grape-flavored cough medicine.
    • Hair Coating - a slippery black salve that bonds with hair much like conditioner. Used to disguise her hair color and discourage hair-grabbing. Stings a lot when contacting (other people’s) bare skin, and tends to drip.
    • Neutralizing Dust - gray powder kept in a pouch at her waist. Can be sprinkled onto any of the chemical blends to cancel them out/speed their deterioration.
  • Slingshot - a wooden slingshot with a sturdy rubber band that allows her to launch foam balloons from a distance.


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Grandma wouldn’t mind the dirt. She would understand, you think. She would always smile, when you brought her twigs without being asked. But your parents never understood. They never listened to her, and so they never learned to see the magic. They just saw dirty twigs and dried leaves. At least you were smart enough to save your favorite bundle - the one with the lavender sprigs and the blue feather - and squirrel it away before they could throw it in the trash with the rest of your grandmother’s magic.



He and his brother were going to build a boat, and they were going to put it in the river, and they were going to sail away. The mud wasn’t going to stop them. The mud was a good sign, in fact; it meant that the river should still have plenty of water in it. Which they would need, if they were going to have any hope of staying afloat.

“Maybe the mud can act like glue, if we pack it in.”

 
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Uncle Barclay

“Don’t worry, I hear ya,” he rumbled, voice low and a little hoarse but as kind as he could make it as he looked around for the man. He didn’t see him right away, looking at his eye level, but his eye caught the yawning hole off the side of the path and he made his way over. “Ah, how’d you wind up down there?”

 
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Name: Barclay Aspen
Gender: Male (he/him)
Alias: Bigfoot Uncle Barclay
Power Level: Medium-Low
Alignment: Light Gray (wanted by the law for cryptid-catching reasons, generally has a good moral compass)
Age: 39
Height: 6’4” (slouches often)
Scent Profile: Animal, cedarwood, citrus, campfire smoke

Appearance: A tall, broad man with rusty red hair and blank white eyes. He’s built like a lumberjack, and tends to dress the part as well, his wardrobe consisting almost entirely of flannel long-sleeved shirts and jeans. He usually layers a heavier jacket over his shirt in the winter, and is rarely seen without a scarf and sunglasses regardless of the weather.

Powers:
Barclay has the same powerset as his niece, Adelyn Aspen.
  • Current Shift: Orangutan
    • Neck
    • Shoulders and arms (down to the wrist)
    • Back and upper chest

Teenagers make dumb decisions. Teenagers with powers make dumber decisions, and those decisions can haunt them for the rest of their lives. Barclay didn’t mean to get caught up in an urban legend. He was just trying to get home.

He still hasn’t forgiven the Beast for making him the hottest new lead in the Bigfoot phenomenon. It might have forgiven him, for ignoring it up until he almost drowned, but he hasn’t bothered to ask. (He’d gone back to ignoring it as soon as it gave him his lungs back. It was another injustice that he had to ask for that at all; it should’ve known he wouldn’t just stay in the river, and that when he pulled himself out he’d need to be able to breathe air like everybody else. Dumb Beast. It could’ve at least tried to warn him.)

All that’s decades behind him now, anyway. He hasn’t had to worry about the feds knocking down his door since he finally gave up on running and settled down with Donny, and life has been good to them. It hasn’t been as good to his little sister and her family, but at least she took him up on his offer to build her a new home a little closer to his own instead of trying to tough it out on her own. It’s certainly going to be an adjustment for all of them, but he thinks it’ll be nice once the dust settles.

He has his sister and her husband convinced. His niece is another issue entirely, but he’s hoping he’ll be able to talk some sense into her when he drives down to pick her up. Or, er, when Donny drives them down. Barclay would, but he doesn’t exactly have a license, and that would be one hell of an explanation if they got pulled over. “Bigfoot stole my car!” has the making of a headline, and he doesn’t want that to be his reintroduction to the morning papers. If he can avoid making any sort of newsworthy fuss, he’ll be happy as a clam.

No, not a literal clam. That was not an invitation, you dumb Beast.

 
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