The FPC (Based on the DAO)

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*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin*
The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open

 The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"

 "Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.

 "Damn. And what do ya do?"

 "Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"

 "Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"

 "Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.

 "That yer mom or...?"

 "No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.

 "Like... another you?"

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*Small portals.*

A short girl, about five foot four, screeched as she came in, begging to be let out; she wears torn skinny jeans and a short torn to be a crop top, the shortest points about the length of a crop top. She wears a scream robe, with a gold pin on it, long leather boots, archery bracers, and carries a book. Her hair is dyed cyan, purple, and magenta, as if she is some sort of punk nerd; she also seems to have a sweater from Blink-182 tied into a skirt around her waist, and several Green Day CDs in pouches on her.

 There is a voice from above her. "It's not that bad, girlypop. Keep it down."

 She looks up, blinking confused. "I'm being put into a... prison room... just because I can turn on the radio from the couch!" She sighs. "How is it not that bad?"

 There is a man standing on the ceiling. His skin is blue. He has small horns. He is incredibly muscular and not wearing a shirt (very important detail I know). "Prison's certainly one way of describing it. It's more like 'secret organisation that kidnaps superpowered kids to do their dirty deeds'. Least that's what my bestie tells me."

 "What dy'they wan' me tuh do? Fetch the soda when they're watchin' a good movie? Ain't that helpful."

 "Don't ask me." He grins. So you're power is teleporting stuff? Cool. I can do whatever I want, but it makes random crap happen. That's the reason I'm up here." He sighs. "I dunno how to get down..."

 "Dayum. Ya can just jump, can't ya?"

 "Gravity's reversed for me specifically." He jumps, and 'falls' back down to the ceiling. "Oh, I'm Kane, by the way. Nice to meetcha."