Charles wakes up, and heads to a private lab. He has several ground suits there, just in case, and he folds them into a backpack. He pulls out a laptop computer and pulls up the T-Block database. When the computer asks for a password, he instead plugs in a small USB. The computer screen blinks green, and he smiles a little. Looking through the database, he finds someone who matches Cal's description and has the name Calvin (I'm assuming Cal is a nickname) and looks up their power. Frowning slightly, he backs out of the page, plugs in another USB, and adds his 15lb combat bot to the backpack. As an afterthought, he puts a prototype superpower tranq in his already overstuffed bag.
[Not really, though everyone is heading to the powerplant and I'll fully transport everyone there soon unless Jester (Henri's player) has anything more to do since they're the one teleporting the bulk of the players over]
[Not really, though everyone is heading to the powerplant and I'll fully transport everyone there soon unless Jester (Henri's player) has anything more to do since they're the one teleporting the bulk of the players over]
*Alright, cool. Makes sense since that's where the game is going, after all.*
*I think it would be best to intro my character then, since I know there will be players to interact with.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
[Not really, though everyone is heading to the powerplant and I'll fully transport everyone there soon unless Jester (Henri's player) has anything more to do since they're the one teleporting the bulk of the players over]
*I'll just say Henri is back at the cafe waiting to transport everyone.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Vivian, upon seeing people preparing to leave the cafe, moves a bit closer. Surely, this would be more interesting than how her day has been so far, she thinks.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young man wearing an apron, nitrile food-service gloves, a protective face mask, and a baseball cap enters the cafe. Judging by his smell, be just got back from working at the fresh seafood market. "Hey. Here for the 10k." His expression is dull, and he looks underfed and underslept. His skin is like the belly of a dead fish, the only color being the dark circles under his eyes.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A young man wearing an apron, nitrile food-service gloves, a protective face mask, and a baseball cap enters the cafe. Judging by his smell, be just got back from working at the fresh seafood market. "Hey. Here for the 10k." His expression is dull, and he looks underfed and underslept. His skin is like the belly of a dead fish, the only color being the dark circles under his eyes.
Henri is sitting at a table, messing with some antique stopwatch, taking it apart and putting all the pieces on the table when they walk in. He looks up at them, he's wearing a basketball jersey, cargo pants, two stylish belts for some reason, and black leather gloves. "Welcome to the party dude, I'm the guy that can teleport. Are you okay dude? Because it looks like you've never been out in the sun before."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A young man wearing an apron, nitrile food-service gloves, a protective face mask, and a baseball cap enters the cafe. Judging by his smell, be just got back from working at the fresh seafood market. "Hey. Here for the 10k." His expression is dull, and he looks underfed and underslept. His skin is like the belly of a dead fish, the only color being the dark circles under his eyes.
Henri is sitting at a table, messing with some antique stopwatch, taking it apart and putting all the pieces on the table when they walk in. He looks up at them, he's wearing a basketball jersey, cargo pants, two stylish belts for some reason, and black leather gloves. "Welcome to the party dude, I'm the guy that can teleport. Are you okay dude? Because it looks like you've never been out in the sun before."
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, a faint smile in his tired eyes. "Well, not really, but thanks for asking. I'll spare you the details, but basically my job is so nightmare-inducing that I can't get my beauty sleep anymore. Really noticeable in a city filled with pretty people, huh?" He gives a weak chuckle and flops down in a chair.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A young man wearing an apron, nitrile food-service gloves, a protective face mask, and a baseball cap enters the cafe. Judging by his smell, be just got back from working at the fresh seafood market. "Hey. Here for the 10k." His expression is dull, and he looks underfed and underslept. His skin is like the belly of a dead fish, the only color being the dark circles under his eyes.
Henri is sitting at a table, messing with some antique stopwatch, taking it apart and putting all the pieces on the table when they walk in. He looks up at them, he's wearing a basketball jersey, cargo pants, two stylish belts for some reason, and black leather gloves. "Welcome to the party dude, I'm the guy that can teleport. Are you okay dude? Because it looks like you've never been out in the sun before."
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, a faint smile in his tired eyes. "Well, not really, but thanks for asking. I'll spare you the details, but basically my job is so nightmare-inducing that I can't get my beauty sleep anymore. Really noticeable in a city filled with pretty people, huh?" He gives a weak chuckle and flops down in a chair.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
"It's hard to explain, and not exactly okay to demonstrate. I can manifest nightmares. It's stronger the more I resonate with the fear, but its strength is also dependent on how much the people it's affecting find it relatable. It's a really dumb power. If it worked for good dreams too, that would be great, bur for some reason it just doesn't."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
"It's hard to explain, and not exactly okay to demonstrate. I can manifest nightmares. It's stronger the more I resonate with the fear, but its strength is also dependent on how much the people it's affecting find it relatable. It's a really dumb power. If it worked for good dreams too, that would be great, bur for some reason it just doesn't."
“Well if we find someone sleeping at the active reactor we’ll know who to call. I probably won’t be able to help much after the beginning, considering I’ll probably be sicker than two dead dogs.”
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
"It's hard to explain, and not exactly okay to demonstrate. I can manifest nightmares. It's stronger the more I resonate with the fear, but its strength is also dependent on how much the people it's affecting find it relatable. It's a really dumb power. If it worked for good dreams too, that would be great, bur for some reason it just doesn't."
“Well if we find someone sleeping at the active reactor we’ll know who to call. I probably won’t be able to help much after the beginning, considering I’ll probably be sicker than two dead dogs.”
"That's not really what I meant. I guess I have to demonstrate. I'll use that as an example, though." He pulls down his mask, revealing his thin, chapped, scarred lips. "Your two beloved dogs, Cindy and Mindy, have died in their sleep. They were your only friends. You are alone against the world." With the last words, red mist begins spilling from between his yellowed teeth. He closes his eyes, looking emotionally hurt.
Make a DC 11 WIS save (add or subtract up to two depending on how impactful the phrase in red feels to Henri.)
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat." He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
"It's hard to explain, and not exactly okay to demonstrate. I can manifest nightmares. It's stronger the more I resonate with the fear, but its strength is also dependent on how much the people it's affecting find it relatable. It's a really dumb power. If it worked for good dreams too, that would be great, bur for some reason it just doesn't."
“Well if we find someone sleeping at the active reactor we’ll know who to call. I probably won’t be able to help much after the beginning, considering I’ll probably be sicker than two dead dogs.”
"That's not really what I meant. I guess I have to demonstrate. I'll use that as an example, though." He pulls down his mask, revealing his thin, chapped, scarred lips. "Your two beloved dogs, Cindy and Mindy, have died in their sleep. They were your only friends. You are alone against the world." With the last words, red mist begins spilling from between his yellowed teeth. He closes his eyes, looking emotionally hurt.
Make a DC 11 WIS save (add or subtract up to two depending on how impactful the phrase in red feels to Henri.)
*Dang, I got to just say he fails, you got him right in the one fear he has. What happens now?*
"That's not really what I meant. I guess I have to demonstrate. I'll use that as an example, though." He pulls down his mask, revealing his thin, chapped, scarred lips. "Your two beloved dogs, Cindy and Mindy, have died in their sleep. They were your only friends. You are alone against the world." With the last words, red mist begins spilling from between his yellowed teeth. He closes his eyes, looking emotionally hurt.
Make a DC 11 WIS save (add or subtract up to two depending on how impactful the phrase in red feels to Henri.)
*Dang, I got to just say he fails, you got him right in the one fear he has. What happens now?*
*In any situation, I would have said make the save anyway, but it's pretty hurtful for fishman as well, so...*
Henri feels isolated. The room stretches outward, filled with red fog, and the disdainful eyes of his so-called peers. Two dead dogs lie on the floor before him. Fear overwhelms him. He knows, in the depths of his heart, in the pit of his stomach, that if he were in danger, no one here would protect him. No one loves him enough to save him from what's coming.
The crashing waves of reality. The pain that comes from merely existing. He has no support, no friends, no family. Everything hurts. He is alone against the world.
"Hey, you good?" The fear subsides. "Sorry, didn't expect to go that hard."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's not really what I meant. I guess I have to demonstrate. I'll use that as an example, though." He pulls down his mask, revealing his thin, chapped, scarred lips. "Your two beloved dogs, Cindy and Mindy, have died in their sleep. They were your only friends. You are alone against the world." With the last words, red mist begins spilling from between his yellowed teeth. He closes his eyes, looking emotionally hurt.
Make a DC 11 WIS save (add or subtract up to two depending on how impactful the phrase in red feels to Henri.)
*Dang, I got to just say he fails, you got him right in the one fear he has. What happens now?*
*In any situation, I would have said make the save anyway, but it's pretty hurtful for fishman as well, so...*
Henri feels isolated. The room stretches outward, filled with red fog, and the disdainful eyes of his so-called peers. Two dead dogs lie on the floor before him. Fear overwhelms him. He knows, in the depths of his heart, in the pit of his stomach, that if he were in danger, no one here would protect him. No one loves him enough to save him from what's coming.
The crashing waves of reality. The pain that comes from merely existing. He has no support, no friends, no family. Everything hurts. He is alone against the world.
"Hey, you good?" The fear subsides. "Sorry, didn't expect to go that hard."
Henri rubs his face, tears having begun to pour down “I’ll be fine, nothing I haven’t needed to deal with before.” He sniffles “Just remembering some things. That power is pretty strong.”
*In any situation, I would have said make the save anyway, but it's pretty hurtful for fishman as well, so...*
Henri feels isolated. The room stretches outward, filled with red fog, and the disdainful eyes of his so-called peers. Two dead dogs lie on the floor before him. Fear overwhelms him. He knows, in the depths of his heart, in the pit of his stomach, that if he were in danger, no one here would protect him. No one loves him enough to save him from what's coming.
The crashing waves of reality. The pain that comes from merely existing. He has no support, no friends, no family. Everything hurts. He is alone against the world.
"Hey, you good?" The fear subsides. "Sorry, didn't expect to go that hard."
Henri rubs his face, tears having begun to pour down “I’ll be fine, nothing I haven’t needed to deal with before.” He sniffles “Just remembering some things. That power is pretty strong.”
"It's nasty is what it is." he puts his mask back on. "You never know how strong it's gonna be. I was intending to just give you a 'Your dogs died,' but somebody a lot meaner than me tends to take the reigns when I use it. It can physically hurt people. I even created a monster once. I expect it's been put down by now, but still."
He sighs and sits back down. "I'm scared of talking to people. I know what my voice can do. But, you know, fish market."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*My first character in about 10 minutes:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Charles wakes up, and heads to a private lab. He has several ground suits there, just in case, and he folds them into a backpack. He pulls out a laptop computer and pulls up the T-Block database. When the computer asks for a password, he instead plugs in a small USB. The computer screen blinks green, and he smiles a little. Looking through the database, he finds someone who matches Cal's description and has the name Calvin (I'm assuming Cal is a nickname) and looks up their power. Frowning slightly, he backs out of the page, plugs in another USB, and adds his 15lb combat bot to the backpack. As an afterthought, he puts a prototype superpower tranq in his already overstuffed bag.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
*Is there a designated place to start, or could I just plonk my nightmare man anywhere?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
[Not really, though everyone is heading to the powerplant and I'll fully transport everyone there soon unless Jester (Henri's player) has anything more to do since they're the one teleporting the bulk of the players over]
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*Alright, cool. Makes sense since that's where the game is going, after all.*
*I think it would be best to intro my character then, since I know there will be players to interact with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll just say Henri is back at the cafe waiting to transport everyone.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Vivian, upon seeing people preparing to leave the cafe, moves a bit closer. Surely, this would be more interesting than how her day has been so far, she thinks.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young man wearing an apron, nitrile food-service gloves, a protective face mask, and a baseball cap enters the cafe. Judging by his smell, be just got back from working at the fresh seafood market. "Hey. Here for the 10k." His expression is dull, and he looks underfed and underslept. His skin is like the belly of a dead fish, the only color being the dark circles under his eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Henri is sitting at a table, messing with some antique stopwatch, taking it apart and putting all the pieces on the table when they walk in. He looks up at them, he's wearing a basketball jersey, cargo pants, two stylish belts for some reason, and black leather gloves. "Welcome to the party dude, I'm the guy that can teleport. Are you okay dude? Because it looks like you've never been out in the sun before."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, a faint smile in his tired eyes. "Well, not really, but thanks for asking. I'll spare you the details, but basically my job is so nightmare-inducing that I can't get my beauty sleep anymore. Really noticeable in a city filled with pretty people, huh?" He gives a weak chuckle and flops down in a chair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles at them knowingly "You aren't the only one with a bad job mate. Although I don't think I've got you beat when it comes to fatigue. Maybe you shouldn't come along buddy."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling, arms dangling at his sides. "Can't pass up 10k. And if I get hurt bad enough, well, I won't have to go back to work in the morning. Not that I could afford the hospital bills on my salary..."
He suddenly gets up. "Forgot something." He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a small cooler. "I got us a treat."
He takes the lid off, revealing it to be filled with store-brand sodas of various flavors in ice. There couldn't be more than eight in there.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He begins to put the stopwatch back together slowly and methodically "So what can you do? Like what's your power I mean."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"It's hard to explain, and not exactly okay to demonstrate. I can manifest nightmares. It's stronger the more I resonate with the fear, but its strength is also dependent on how much the people it's affecting find it relatable. It's a really dumb power. If it worked for good dreams too, that would be great, bur for some reason it just doesn't."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well if we find someone sleeping at the active reactor we’ll know who to call. I probably won’t be able to help much after the beginning, considering I’ll probably be sicker than two dead dogs.”
"That's not really what I meant. I guess I have to demonstrate. I'll use that as an example, though." He pulls down his mask, revealing his thin, chapped, scarred lips. "Your two beloved dogs, Cindy and Mindy, have died in their sleep. They were your only friends. You are alone against the world." With the last words, red mist begins spilling from between his yellowed teeth. He closes his eyes, looking emotionally hurt.
Make a DC 11 WIS save (add or subtract up to two depending on how impactful the phrase in red feels to Henri.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Dang, I got to just say he fails, you got him right in the one fear he has. What happens now?*
*In any situation, I would have said make the save anyway, but it's pretty hurtful for fishman as well, so...*
Henri feels isolated. The room stretches outward, filled with red fog, and the disdainful eyes of his so-called peers. Two dead dogs lie on the floor before him. Fear overwhelms him. He knows, in the depths of his heart, in the pit of his stomach, that if he were in danger, no one here would protect him. No one loves him enough to save him from what's coming.
The crashing waves of reality. The pain that comes from merely existing. He has no support, no friends, no family. Everything hurts. He is alone against the world.
"Hey, you good?" The fear subsides. "Sorry, didn't expect to go that hard."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Henri rubs his face, tears having begun to pour down “I’ll be fine, nothing I haven’t needed to deal with before.” He sniffles “Just remembering some things. That power is pretty strong.”
"It's nasty is what it is." he puts his mask back on. "You never know how strong it's gonna be. I was intending to just give you a 'Your dogs died,' but somebody a lot meaner than me tends to take the reigns when I use it. It can physically hurt people. I even created a monster once. I expect it's been put down by now, but still."
He sighs and sits back down. "I'm scared of talking to people. I know what my voice can do. But, you know, fish market."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.