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@particlecreator liked for a starter from Mark

"Oh this is awkward.. How long were you standing there?"

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Send a Ö and I’ll reveal a character I’d consider rping.

"I know ya know what time it is."

The ever-loving Blue-eyed Thing. Probably my favourite member of the Fantastic Four and a character i've considered playing way before I got into my multimuse here.

[daiyxukai]

[  BLEED  ]  sender  makes  receiver  bleed. / @particlecreator

𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑭𝑭.

Blood. He'd smelled blood in the air. The demon lord's form moved through the woods drawing him closer and closer to the source of the scent. He'd sent Ah-Un away, along with Rin and Jakken, not wishing to have his young charge in the midst of danger. Slender brows narrow slightly as he draws nearer, a young woman - no, a demoness, was injured. As he stops once he's in close proximity, Sesshoumaru tilts his head a moment.

It's not until he goes to reach out that he's reeling back with a soft hiss. She was awake, and on edge. Understandably, and he should have realized that.

"Be calm. No one is here to hurt you."

[cataschism]

cont’d from.     ╲         @particlecreator & nolan.

The ability to manipulate atoms. It was fascinating, but she wasn’t someone who had fully trained her powers to their fullest capability—it wasn’t something Nolan held against her at all, she viewed them as something she could handle. It wasn’t wrong. It also wasn’t right. Nolan knew that powers were a village’s battle, per Debbie’s analogy about Mark’s own powers.

When she touches his breast and finds himself a Boy Scout logo, he smiles, finding humor in her little trick. ❛ Now, isn’t that sweet. I can see why Mark likes your company, then. ❜ It’s juvenile, but it’s nothing personal. She’s a teenage girl for God’s sake, does Nolan expect her to be like Debbie? Like Cecil, or the Guardians of the Globe? Does he expect everyone to be adults. Newsflash, they aren’t, and a couple decades on Earth just tells Nolan he’s still expecting too much of too little. She doesn’t know Viltrumite. She doesn’t know the thrill of the entrapment. 

With powers like hers, she could. But she doesn’t. 

Nolan feels the absence of oxygen in the room on his skin more than he feels the constriction of air in his lungs. He peeks his head beyond Eve to check on his wife, a little curiously, but sees her breathing fine. Fascinating. She does have a modum of control after all—she’ll be useful. This might save her in the end. He’ll have to let the others know when they arrive.

He smiles at her again as she takes half a minute to restore the oxygen. The total erasure of the chemical compound is good. Her control is fascinating. He is interested. Not enough to ask, but enough to observe. When she restores the oxygen in the living room, he exhales.

❛ Good, fascinating. I suppose I was wrong, then. You’re more than a girl scout, Eve. You’re a real-deal superhero. ❜ He means it sincerely. As sincerely as he says anything else. But Nolan’s flat affect makes it sound demeaning whether or not he intends it—a dad improperly reading social cues, a conqueror lacking limits, unused to the language that heroes use. ❛ Don’t go too hard on Mark. He’s still getting used to it. ❜

[duplikcte]

Do you think Kate is able to make clones that could look like other people or only herself ((at like different ages and whatnot))?

KATE CHA : THE SOLDIER. THE EXPERIMENT & THE ABSOLUTE NERD.

1. COPIES OF OTHER PEOPLE

If you're asking if Kate can make clones that can restructure their DNA to look like other people -- then I'm sorry to tell you this but the answer is a flat no.

It's impossible really, because the fact is that this isn't a power that works like molecular manipulation or shapeshifting where the cells can be freely restructured. This is a power that originated from and will be forever tied to a ancient curse that has its own set of rules.

And the twins are it's only priority when it comes to making them suffer for their ancestor's actions.

A. INTROSPECT: DOWN TO A SCIENCE / UP TO THE BONE.

The silver lining is that Kate Cha is such a nerd that she even put herself down as a subject for study at one point (yes, she used her clones to go through the same process and study her as the original, because who knows you better than you?) and that included studying how her powers and her blood worked.

Yes, she knows pain down to a science. She's spent years as the GDA's crash test dummy to a now highly trained and invaluable operative for intelligence gathering, tactical strategy and combat, behavior profiling, and most importantly, interrogation (torture).

It took some time and concentration (and several bodies) but Kate was able to make younger clones of herself prior to that of her current age of twenty-four years.

These younger clones are based off the original Kate's memories and emotions. Interestingly enough, they don't retain the original kate's memories as an adult and even though they are still individually their own person, their emotions and memories are based on the year that Kate was a specific age. Months and even specific events are changing variables too.

Some 12 year old Kate's just got her hands stained with her father's blood. Some 12 year old Kate's are still adjusting to living with the GDA alongside their brother Paul.

Some eight year old Kate's just had a good day at school and need a nice warm bowl of food before getting homework done.

Some ten year old Kate's are still learning how to cook and discovering their passion for it. Even if they feel baking just has a cosmic grudge against them.

The list goes on but you get the gist.

B. THE WORK AROUND: LIFE FINDS A WAY, RIGHT?

If Kate wanted to make clones of other people, she could. The GDA's resources are at her disposal. She's a high ranking member and I doubt this is the first time she thought about it. As Cecil would say:

"Kate is a paranoid insomniac who studies her enemies like she's a kid that got a brand new toy to play with. She's a high functioning sadist with anger issues and enough prep time that would make Bruce Wayne want to take her as his next robin....if he can get that dark and twisted part of her reigned in on a leash first."

All she needs is a little DNA and a couple of hours or weeks in the lab and then POOF -- a couple of clones of someone she does or doesn't know. It's just how she uses them that matters.

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@particlecreator asked:

❛ what did it mean to you? any of it? ❜

those were some heavy questions if he were honest. but he knew that she deserved an explanation that wasn't his whole excuse that he thought that her and mark were having a fling themselves--it wasn't right what he did to eve and he felt so foolish at the fact that it took a gunshot to his head to see just how much of a dick he was.

"you meant so much to me," he started, not being able to look her in the eyes. "and i know i should have just come to you and talk to you about how i was feeling about you and mark at the time instead of just--having sex with kate like that." communication wasn't one of rex's strong points, he could see that clearly now, but he knew that it was too late for this, he did what he did and he had to deal with it. "i'm sorry for everything i put you through, i was more than a dick for cheating on you like that. i know i can never make it right, but i'm going to do better."

she might not believe him, hell, he wouldn't blame her if she doesn't, but he meant what he said for once.

[rubctosis]

                              closed starter for @particlecreator

Doflamingo draped in his godly arrogance, surveyed the carnage with a detached air, his confidence radiating like a malevolent aura. The Parasite strings danced effortlessly, controlling the minds of his pawns as they committed brutal acts of homicide amongst themselves. The birdcage, his ultimate creation, emerged, a lethal dance of strings forming a razor-sharp force field that spared nothing in its path. Strings danced from his fingertips, effortlessly weaving control over countless individuals, their fates mere marionettes in his grand play for dominion.. The once-proud kingdom now lay in ruins, a canvas for Doflamingo's grand design. Blood mingled with the dust of destruction, and the air echoed with the screams of the defeated. Yet, amidst the chaos, Doflamingo remained untouched, a conductor reveling in the symphony of his own making. His laugh resonating throughout the innocent civilians who bore witness to his orchestrations, a war meticulously crafted to satiate his thirst for dominion. the devastation beneath the colossal umbrella of his Birdcage- a celestial net of razor-sharp strings slicing through anything unfortunate enough to cross its path. His eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the carnage, reveling in the destruction he had masterfully orchestrated. his lips curling into a malicious grin as the cries of the people filled his ears, filled throughout the burning kingdom like a performance meant for only him. a sinister smile played on his lips. The war was not merely about conquering a kingdom; it was about asserting his god-like dominance over all who dared to defy him.

A woman layed battered and broken before him. Her ethereal powers could not shield her from the brutality of his calculated chaos. Doflamingo's eyes, cold and indifferent, betrayed no emotion as he observed the aftermath of his orchestration. To him, she was just another pawn in the grand tapestry of his ambitions. A life to act as a stepping stone for himself. However, the air shifted when against all odds, began the arduous process of regeneration. Doflamingo's gaze sharpened, a flicker of interest igniting in his otherwise apathetic demeanor. It wasn't the gore or the violence that intrigued him, but the defiance in her ability to defy the very destruction he had wrought. He watched as her wounds slowly close. He observed her slow resurgence with a predatory gaze, a subtle smile playing on his lips. In that moment, the battlefield transformed into a morbid chessboard, his mind churned with possibilities. A pawn with the power to rise from the ashes—a valuable piece in his grand game. His lack of empathy now transformed into a strategic calculation. His interest had been piqued, not by the carnage of war, but by the potential leverage that the regenerating force before him held. The battlefield, already stained with blood, now bore witness to a subtler, more insidious form of warfare—one where power wasn't just wielded through might, but through the manipulation of those who defied the natural order.

[mused-like-roses]

Closed Sabo Starter ~ @particlecreator

"Hey, I supposed you had dropped this book..." Sabo couldn't help but give it a good read when he first found it lying around. At least once he managed to pick back up all the amount of papers that flew out of it the moment he had open the book at her time. It was a good thing he found hopefully the owner of this... he'd hate it see it land in the wrong hands.

After a small pause left him, Sabo gave off a smile as he hands the book over to the woman. "From the looks of it, I take it you're looking for some... sort of treasure?" He asked. Curiosity killed the cat for him at this rate. "Oh, where are my manners! I'm Sabo. Pleased to meet you miss...?"

[cmdrace]

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

Ace looked at the pirate before seeing the enemy he was hunting for run off. He sighed turning around and ran over to the ginger haired female, picking her up worriedly. He scooped her up carrying her like a princess. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok" Ace spoke.

The repetition, it wasn't for her, but for himself. "Hey, it'll be ok, let's go" he said as he raced her to his ship, putting her gently on the deck, going through his room to get out the right things to help.

"I'm just letting you know, I am no doctor, but I will try my best" Ace said worriedly crouching low, looking at her legs with the gauze and bandages. "Where is it?" He asked. "Where does it hurt?"

To many, it may seem that Ace was chaotic, a stubborn man who had no worries about getting hurt, but to crewmates and friends, he was the most gentle person ever, taking care of his friends and family.

Ace spoke soothingly, a race of nerves coming from him, projecting the worry. There was no time to be worried. At the moment, he needed direct concentration.

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Smiling gone wrong

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How he wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. Doflamingo just thought Caesar's begging was pathetic. What did he mean, he couldn't grab the woman who sold him the wrong materials? He had ONE job and it was to ensure Smile's production was smooth sailing, and he couldn't even handle that. Doflamingo should have known from the way the scientist spent the Emperor's money on women and alcohol, and yet, he thought that he had instilled just enough fear into the goat for him not to try and trick him.

"You're useless." Doflamingo spouted, tone straight, maybe even bored, as if he expected that from Caesar. He was not mad, rather, disappointed. Which, in a way, was worse.

"I have to do everything myself around here."

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"You know what to do, Buffalo, Baby 5. I leave this in your hand. Find the woman and bring her back to Punk Hazard. I'll deal with her myself."

But of course, even they failed. They came back empty-handed, crying, saying something about being unable to catch her because of some weird power. They, at least, got the name of the resort island she was at and a good picture. That would make it a lot easier for Doflamingo to find her.

Using Skyway, he made his flight towards the resort island as short as possible. He didn't need to ask around a lot to get the information he needed, and soon enough, found the culprit at a bar in some fancy hotel.

"You owe me a drink. Then, you and I are quietly going to return to Punk Hazard. I rarely run my errands myself, and I hate having my hand forced. Don't make it any harder."

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"This is a first, isn't it? I've seen plenty humans with the capability to destroy, but none with the ability to repair damage like you've done so here. Normally such a feat is reserved for that of the gods alone. It seems to be a competent job at that."

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@particlecreator continued from here

Gohan would glance back at her with a sort of comforting smile. Absentmindedly fiddling with his helmet as he sat there with her. He could tell just from her eyes how tired she was. It was always hard trying to find the means to help people while helping yourself. It did suddenly make a light go off in his head as he would then say. "You uh got to help yourself... before you can help others. I think sometimes I forget that too..." He'd trail off as he thought about it. It was hard sometimes finding that balance.

"Maybe... But you're still human to me, and it's not like there isn't plenty of humans with powers of some kind."

[peoplcshope-moved]

It had only been a few months since the androids were put away by Trunks, though it seemed the people would not yet know peace as aliens would often invade the earth in the search for the Saiyan that had eradicated their planet or has crossed them in some way. As ruthless as his father was…he never pictured him being the type to leave a survivor in the wake of his destruction but here were the relics of his past karma come to collect on the very earth itself.

However, just before Trunks himself could have arrived in the area to aid the people the threat had already been thwarthed quite easily by a woman in pink. Trunks could have sensed the individual from where he flew..and the power of this mystery person was vast, something along the lines he’s never seen before..however, once he arrived he discovered people scrambling about the area in pure terror, it would make one think the androids were coming back.

Though Trunks were confused..they all ran screaming ‘MONSTER.’ or ��She’s a MONSTER!’ whilst running. “Hey…excuse me..HEEY.” Trunks spoke up as he tried grabbing at least ONE person’s attention but they were all too afraid, this had happened until silence finally fills the area leaving the two alone. She was saddened..and who could blame her. Trunks had spoken up, ensuring the woman that he did not see her the way the people did. “I really don’t..you helped these people and I can’t even thank you enough for that. They’ve really been through a lot. It doesn’t excuse their behavior but I just want you to understand that this doesn’t come from a place of malice.” Trunks’ own voice was soft and sincere as he extends a hand forward. “My name is Trunks by the way.” 

He extends a hand, hoping she’d take it and shake it. Though now with all of that melodrama out of the way he noticed that..she was in costume. Ha..the sight of it brought his mind back in time upon days he would spend with his late mentor.

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 | @particlecreator | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

‘you're making a big deal out of nothing.’ -Ben

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓!   ❞  That shoulder of hers looked terribly dislocated. He figured a friend of Gwen’s would have been far more responsible but nope, he found himself in the presence of another person who absolutely love leaping headfirst into violence, IF IT MEANT protecting the innocent. However, he could at least calm down and acknowledge that she had only come back with a simple dislocation and no other injuries..well, externally speaking.

“I didn’t mean to shout…it’s just we’re not gonna be much of a team if you don’t also count on me to help you out whenever I can.” That’s when the young man raised his arm to expose the jade watch that became visible once the sleeve rolls past it. “I’ve got a couple of dozen heavy-hitters all lined up waiting for a chance to help you out.  So just remember, hero time doesn’t mean solo time.” He gives her a smile, hoping the conversation would at least earn her trust him to cover for her.

[bluebeadle]

﹝ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.  SOURCE  .  .  .  @particlecreator  =  SAMANTHA WILKINS . . . MESSAGE  RETRIEVED: 😰

Jaime  Reyes  was  today  years  old  when  he  realized  why  God  had  wisely  created  the  notion  of  knocking  on  doors  before  entering  a  room.  He  hadn't  meant  any  harm  at  all.  They  were  friends.  When  he'd  been  struck  by  his  sweet  tooth  and  had  ventured  out  to  get  something  decadent,  he'd  shot  her  a  text.  Since  he  was  already  out  and  about,  he  didn't  mind  grabbing  her  something  and  playing  delivery  boy.  When  she  didn't  respond,  he  just  grabbed  a  treat  he  knew  that  she'd  enjoy.

All  he  wanted  to  do  was  drop  this  off  to  his  crush,  see  her  smile,  and  perhaps  get  to  squeeze  in  a  bit  of  personal  time  with  her.  What  he  hadn't  expected  was  a  scene  straight  out  of  a  wet  dream,  in  fact,  he  did  pinch  himself  to  see  if  this  was  some  kind  of  sugar-induced  fantasy  dreaming.  But  still  there  she  was.  He  didn't  know  what  to  be  most  surprised  about:  how  lewd  she  was  being  with  her  ass  up  in  the  air  practically  in  his  face  while  toys  reduced  her  to  a  moaning  mess,  the  fact  that  even  while  she  was  muffled  by  a  pillow  it  was  clearly  his  moniker  -  his  name  that  she  was  calling  out  in  such  desperate  need,  or  that  the  display  of  powers  allowing  her  to  use  her  toys  handsfree  and  that  suit  she  wore  indicated  that  Samantha  Wilkins  was  fucking  Adam  Eve.

Swallowing  dryly,  he  finally  forced  his  eyes  to  look  away,  up  to  the  ceiling,  though  the  scene  was  replaying  behind  his  eyes  all  the  same.  And  those  damn  sounds  were  echoing  in  his  ears.  He  didn't  even  have  a  chance  to  register  that  this  meant  Khaji  Da  had  known  who  she  was  this  whole  time,  since  he  was  constantly  doing  dna  scans,  nor  did  he  have  the  capacity  to  be  angry  about  it  right  now.

❛❛  Sam  .  .  .  ❜❜  her  name  was  practically  squeaked  out,  unsure  what  response  he  would  get  letting  her  know  that  he  was  in  the  room.  Couldn't  imagine  her  first  response  would  be  positive.

﹝ 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑑-𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛. ﹞

❛❛ Stooop Khaji . . . ❜❜