Hadean

Hadean

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With great power comes great consequences. Will a world of Superheroes rise to solve Earth's greatest challenges? Will mankind destroy itself? Or will it be destroyed by something greater first...

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Introduction

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February 7th, 1945

Eight months ago, Allied Forces landed on the beaches of Normandy, France. This event would be remember throughout history as D-Day. To some, that nomenclature might inspire visions of doomsday and destruction, but in fact the name had the specific military purpose of keeping the day and hour of the Normandy attacks a secret.

The Allies weren't the only ones with secrets.

Far from the cold, snow patched shores of France, thousands of kilometers, continents and oceans away, sits the even colder wasteland of Antarctica. Here, in the Nazi claimed territory of New Swabia, work had been underway for years on a project that many party elites were even unaware of. This project, perhaps some sort of Doomsday weapon of some kind, was so tightly kept a secret that few people beyond Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler had any clue to its existence.

And since February 7th, it has remained a secret. The exact fate of the project that had been underway here is unclear, even to Western and Eastern intelligence services.

The only thing that is known is that since 1945, the world has seen the appearance of people with special abilities and powers. The papers, comics, and general public itself, had an easy time coming up with several names for these kinds of people, but the most generally accepted name is Superheroes.

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March 11th, 2045

The end of the Second World War lead to the birth of a new one, the Cold War, a war that should have ended decades ago, but has been kept alive and well through a nearly century long arms race. Nuclear power and weapons, the space race, and other technological advancements have been important focuses, but all have been nearly eclipsed by the struggle to crack the secrets of how Superheroes are made, and how states (and even corporations or nefarious organizations) could manufacture them themselves.

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With nearly thirty million superheroes around the world, monumental achievements have been made, from contributions to science and technology, art and literature, peacekeeping, and generally keeping average civilians safe. For the average person today, it's a good time to be alive. The stock market is strong, unemployment rates are low, safety in the workplace is standard, and the average person in wealthier countries enjoys a fairly high standard of living.

America is still a super power, Japan and South Korea have become technological marvels, India a major manufacturer, and Singapore acting as a sort of new Hong Kong, an Asian New York.

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Even Communist countries like the USSR and China, who have undergone some political and economic turmoil in past year (with the USSR losing several of its states and satellite states to succession), recovery has been well underway, and their influence in global politics is being felt once again. Despite the fact that the embers of old rivalries are beginning to glow once more, it is an optimistic time to be alive.

Then again... Now more than ever is the race for greater Superheroes underway. The one century anniversary of Germany's surrender in World War Two is approaching, but a question remains to be answered: Has the world learned the lessons of that time?


And for that matter, what should be made of the shadowy government organizations rumored to exist? Operating in ways alleged to be outside of the laws of their own countries? And the corporations, secret societies and villainous groups plotting to enact some dark purposes on unsuspecting innocents?

There are secrets out there, things hiding under the surface of calm waters. You're sure to find answers once you've looked within, but the greatest question is, what will you find....

At the Bottom?


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Setting

Atlas City: Birthplace of Man Made Fusion!

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Welcome to Atlas City, North Carolina, the Birthplace of the first Man Made Fusion Reaction! That's right, stepping onto these hallowed grounds, either as a visitor, a new resident, or a life longer, you are stepping into the pages of history itself!

You already know the story, how in 1998, the famous hero, Atlas, helped American and Allied Scientists create the conditions necessary to achieve the FIRST Man Made fusion reaction! This discovery has begun to propel us into a new age of scientific discovery, advancement, and adventure! As you also know, the secret didn't stay secret for long. This mighty achievement was not easy, even for a hero as incredible as Atlas, so it became necessary for the researchers to expand their studies and experiments.

Thus, in 2002, Atlas City was officially incorporated, and new residents have been streaming in ever since! With a population of 873'000 people, Atlas City has been a fast growing Metropolis filled with career opportunities in Fusion Energy, Oil and Gas, Medical Research, Technology and Electronics, Construction, Shipping and Transportation, and of course, Tourism.

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World Class hotels, fine restaurants, and gorgeous beaches make Atlas City one of the greatest American cities to live in, or visit. Swimming and surfing, boating, fishing, hiking, shopping, and so much more awaits you! And with a burgeoning economy and housing market, you don't just have to visit Atlas City, you can move here! Houses and apartments of all sizes and price ranges exist, and with plenty of highly prized job opportunities, this is the perfect place to make a life!

Note: We do advise that visitors avoid the Old Industrial and Southwest parts of town. These areas are considered unsafe for tourists or wandering citizens, so we advise caution or avoidance.

Atlas City also acts as a monument to the achievements of both average humans, and of supers, a testament to what we are capable of when we come together as one. The brilliance of our scientists, and the hard work and gifts of Atlas himself, helped us to reach one of humanities greatest scientific achievements. Sadly, Atlas passed away in 2012, leaving behind tremendous contributions to America, and indeed the world. He will be eternally memorialized in this great city. But his story doesn't end there.

Many more secrets remain to be discovered in fusion energy, and Atlas City is still very much at the cutting edge of it. Supers and Non-Supers are in demand for jobs in almost every industry here, whether its following in Atlas's footsteps in fusion research, or helping to build the city in one of hundreds of construction projects, or working in oil extraction. And of course, good work is rewarded with high pay, Atlas City boasting some of the highest wages on the East Coast!

The great legacy Atlas has left behind for all of us continues to inspire supers and average Americans to come together here, to build our bright future! There's high demand for skilled super and non-super workers, in nearly every This is a city where anyone can make their dreams come true, where they can achieve a new American Dream, and where by your skills, and the sweat of your brow, you can find greatness too!

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Note: If you witness any Super related crimes, Villains, or suspicious activity, please call 911 and ask for Police or S.I.N.S. Agency (Supers Intelligence for National Security).

Toggle Rules

I have very simple rules that I expect everyone to follow.

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1. No god modding or insta-killing/hitting. On the same token, no invulnerability to damage. At some point we're all gonna get bumped and bruised, but I trust everyone to use reasonable discretion. No one's characters are going to be getting killed without their consent, so treat each battle with PCs as a battle that both parties can walk away from. I leave it up to you to decide how.

2. Be polite. No bigotry, or being a jerk to anyone. If there's any conflicts of opinion on things, we can talk it out civilly and try to come up with a solution that works for everyone. In general, treat everyone how you would expect to be treated.

3. Anything that involves lore has to go through me (Lord Saethos) first. I'm wanting to give some freedom to everyone in how the story unfolds however, so don't be shy to talk to me and others to make suggestions and bring up ideas!

4. Don't be too OP with your characters. You can definitely have some fun with your powers, cause a little chaos and havoc, or prevent it, but let your characters grow more into their powers over time, gain mastery. Eventually, I promise you they will NEED to be OP, but until then, let's experience the journey.

5. Post as often/regularly as possible. This RP may have slow periods, or periods of inactivity even, but I ask that everyone involved stay in contact through our discord chat. For Roleplays to be successful, they often need to be able to survive these periods of inactivity. If it happens, keep chatting with each other on Discord, take time for yourself and your other hobbies, and post when you've got another opportunity. Long term roleplays aren't successful because of the frequency of posting, but because of the commitment of the players to keep going until the reach the triumphant end.

6. In regards to lore, make sure you check with me (Lord Saethos) and others (if I'm not immediately around) when making characters. I'm going to try and have some more dedicated rules to how super powers work, so keep that in mind when making a character. I am trying to be a bit liberal in what I let players do for powers, but I have to have some limits put down for the sake of lore, good story telling, creativity, and effective combat.

7. Is my favorite number.

8. Have fun or Azathoth will tear through the veil of reality and pull all of us into a vast, empty sea of non existence and insanity, where we shall be boiled down into a bubbling stew of primordial ashes and universal blood. Our minds, essences, and insanities shall meld together and become one, and we shall float in an eternal ether stuck between existence and non-existence, death and life, rebirth and unbirth.

And if you're into that sort of thing, well please have fun anyways. Esoteric apocalypses can wait a little longer.


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The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 13 authors

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Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler Character Portrait: Liz Baker

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Cannon dodged the easy jabs, sending a few in return as the two got into a comfortable spar, neither going hard. Her face was constantly open but Cannonade wasn't about to wreck Maeve's pretty smile. The courtesy rule of no face shots went both ways, as far as the Super Roman was concerned. Their stomach however was fair game. Ducking beneath another jab Cannonade fell for the bait, sending a leg forward with a heel coated in weight, not hard enough to damage but hard enough to knock the wind out of the opponent and perhaps open them up for a second onslaught...

"Fighting gives me direction, and also, a raging erection," The businessman called loudly to Liz.

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Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler

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March 11th, 2045, 10:47am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"In Russia, using drugs to enhance or even force manifestations of superpowers are not uncommon," Sasha said, bringing another tray of food and drinks, and setting it down on the center table. "Not only among criminals but among officers of the law. The drugs used today, however... they were on a different scale. I hope that no more finds its way into the city, but I suspect that will not be the case."

March 11th, 2045, 8:30pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"Adam Socket, obviously," Sasha sneered, flashing his ID to the guard at the Shapeless's main door. "Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to teach you why dumb thugs like you work for men like me?"

The guard scowled, but Adam Socket was on the list, so he quickly stepped aside and let Sasha into the sleazy but popular establishment. Sasha eased his way through the crowd towards the bathroom, stepping inside and closing the stall door behind him. Humming softly to himself, Sasha allowed his disguise to melt into a random stranger he had seen in the line outside, and threw Adam Socket's ID into the toilet with contempt.

The real Adam Socket would wake up in a few hours with a headache and his wallet gone, thinking himself the victim of a mugging. It was mostly true, although Sasha had picked out Mr. Socket as his target for entry into Shapeless almost a week prior, and he had simply tossed Socket's wallet into a garbage can after extracting his ID.

Flushing the toilet, Sasha stepped out of the stall, calmly washed his hands and began making his way to the VIP section of Shapeless. Approaching the arena, a guard reached out a hand to stop him, his companion next to him staring with glazed eyes at the dance floor and dining area.

"Sorry sir, this is VIP only," the guard said in a bored monotone, his smile plastered on his face in top form. "May I see your ID?"

"Aw shucks," Sasha said, his southern accent rolling off his tongue easily. "You know I think I left it at your momma's place."

The guard stared at Sasha for a moment, then his pleasant smile turned into an ugly grimace as the man's pumpkin-sized hand reached out to grasp Sasha's shoulder. In the next second, the guard collapsed, his eyes rolling up into his head as Sasha's fist connected with the man's chin. The second guard did a double take as his partner toppled, glancing around for the man who had assuredly been there only a second ago.

Sasha, for his part, had already moved on, his disguise once again melting into a new person as he stepped up into the crowd surrounding the arena pit. Taking an empty seat not far from the bottom, Sasha stared down at the fight beginning to take place.

So this is what Roma has fallen to, Sasha thought, a small smile on his face. Reminds me of home.

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Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit

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March 11th, 2045, 8:50pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Gunfire had come from a little ways down the street, shattering the rocks that had been previously guarding the super powered villain, and in a moment of his vulnerability, Klaus had seemed to... Freeze him?

Richard nearly thought Klaus might have ice powers, but there was nothing cold about it, something else was amiss. Still, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "I've got a moment to spare buddy. The White..." He paused, cutting himself off as he realized this guy knew what his vigilante nickname was. How could he possibly know that! He never even used that name quite honestly, not unless he thought the person hearing it wasn't going to live to repeat it!

Before he let himself get any more caught up in the thought, he began to will ice to slowly crawl its way up the villain, coating him in a thin layer of frost, though it mainly clung to the suit he had donned. While this happened, Richard gave a brief wave to their 'backup' down the street, not entirely certain of who it was, but grateful for the support. Could it have been... Devon? He'd been shooting at the Witchfinders earlier, from the rooftops.

Once a decent amount of frost had accumulated on High Techtonic's equipment, Richard slipped something from his back into his hands. He adjusted the strap of Tizona and leveled it at HTT. "So, shall we wrap this up?" He said with a tiny hint of venom towards High Techtonic.

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Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi

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March 11th, 2045, 10:47am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA



"The large one was a new development," she replied to Richard and Sasha. Yue seemed to compose herself and settled into more of an analytical mindset. "There have been many low intensity attacks from the Black-Coats over the past couple years," she began, chewing on her thumbnail for a moment. "Up until now they've been mostly attacks designed to draw out specific supers if I had a guess," she explained, taking a breath. Yue seemed to consider her next words carefully.

"About five weeks ago there was a Witchfinder incident in Arizona that involved three NAHLA supers, and an unregistered. The official story that was released downplayed the intensity of the incident, but there were power enhancing drugs involved," continued Yue, although she seemed to be growing increasingly agitated as she spoke.

"It was a targeted attack like the one this morning, only it didn't go so well: three of the supers were critically injured and one was killed. It wasn't just that they knew we were coming, it..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words. "They... they... THEY KNEW US! THEY KNEW OUR NAMES AND HOW TO FIGHT US!!" she finally blurted out, eyes wide. For a moment she was back in the parking garage struggling to move while several Black-Coats held tasers on her and closed in.

One single tendril of crimson flickered down her arm to her clenched fist and vanished. Yue blinked and came back before she accidentally crushed anything, taking a deep breath to compose herself and calm down. After a few moments she relaxed her hands and went back to nibbling on the end of her thumbnail.

"Sorry. I... I hope you understand why I'm being cautious."

March 11th, 2045, 7:31pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA



"Thank you Sasha-kun, I appreciate it. I'll check with Ichiro when he arrives, but I think we will take you up on the offer. It's probably going to be safer for us to move in the morning," she replied. Yue exhaled like a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders and suddenly looked exhausted.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Ichiro's driving, but the thought of going out again tonight made her incredibly anxious. If she went anywhere, it should be straight to her meeting with Sairyn. She needed her powers!

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Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler

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"Heh."
Maeve grabbed Cannonade's leg as it swung toward her stomach, feeling the bones in their ankle grind together beneath her grip. She pulled them off their other foot, left fist connecting hard with their face. Maeve released Cannonade's ankle, bringing her arm up and slamming her fist down into their face again from above before kicking them in the ribs, sending them skidding across the marble floor of the arena.
She walked after them, not bothering to hurry as the spectators shifted from hushed silence to a raucous chorus of boos toward Maeve and cheers for Cannonade to get up and kick her ass.

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Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi

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March 11th, 2045, 10:48am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"There must be a leak within NAHLA," Sasha said, his brow furrowed. "I'm terribly sorry you had to go through that, miss Yue. And it would appear the danger to your self is no less now."

Which means I'll either need to tail her or find some way to convince her to stay so I can keep an eye on her, Sasha thought, chewing his lip for a brief moment. Miss Yue was targeted specifically. It was no mere attack. It was an attempted assassination. Just like this morning.

March 11th, 2045, 7:31pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"Of course," Sasha said, smiling and glancing at a clock on the wall. He sighed and stood. "Please, miss Yue, get some rest if you can. The spare bedroom is just down the hall to the left. As for myself, I have a lead to track down in light of our conversation this morning."

Sasha held up his phone and wiggled it. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know."

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Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Akiko Bong

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Akiko had already started walking off when Henry began his search for the missing food. She savored the scraps she had gotten and was on her way to get more. Henry's movements weren't confined to his side of the bench though. And as he came forward, Akiko was also stepping forward. The two collided and Akiko fell back onto the bench. Her invisibility was still active but her ability to move through solid objects had not been in play.

She froze on the bench, hoping he hadn't realized what he had just done.

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Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler Character Portrait: Liz Baker

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The first hit connected cleanly and the world went mute. Their jaw snapped out of place as their face flew backward- the black Shapeless mask they wore cracking at the impact. Maeve's other fist followed, slamming down onto Cannon, who managed to bend their neck so the second hit only grazed their well-defined face. Cannonade's left hand went to grab the broken mask while their right reached up to block a kick. Maeve's barefoot mashed into Cannonade's arm, and if it were in slow-motion you could see the very arm-hair wiggle as it absorbed the blow- like trees in a forest flattened by a nuclear blast.

Cannonade was sent flying. Their body rolled across the floor of the arena and then it came to a stop. They lay there for a moment, their rib-cage expanding and shrinking rapidly as they breathed. Their mind raced as they quickly tried to regain feeling and assess the damage to their form. Their jaw was dislocated, their arm was fractured, and... worst of all, their mask was broken.

Their hands reached up to the mask only to find that it was still attached. The bottom half had broken off upon impact with Maeve's fist, just below Cannon's nose, but the rest remained in place. Pieces of the black reinforced plastic lay on their lips. They rose one knee up, and then another, to the cheers of the crowds. Their hands went to their jaw and with a grunt they popped it back into place. They spat pieces of the plastic out.

Maeve approached, lumbering forward at not at all her true speed. Cannonade began to run, like a gymnast, straight for Maeve. And then, in one athletic stride they launched into the air, over Maeve's maw.

Only airborne for a second the last Super Roman came down behind Maeve. They smashed into the floor of the arena, not so hard to be an harmful attack on it's own (without their suit Cannonade could not stand the gravitational pull nor the impact of such a collision) but just enough to crack the black marble that lined it.

Maeve turned to face the injured superstar As they hurriedly collected rocks of marble from the mini crater. Cannonade looked up at Maeve, their eyes locking for a moment, and then spit at the ground. "Heads up, bol-face." They threw a piece of marble rock forward, straight at Maeve's face.

Maeve moved to block the fairly harmless projectile but it unnaturally dipped beneath their arms. The gravity increased rock collided with Maeve's legs and it swept their knees out from under them. It felt like being hit by a car. The giant flew forward and smashed into the earth. Behind them the rock hit the ground, leaving a fiery trail of impact behind Maeve's downed form.

Cannonade threw another piece of marble into the air and brought it down, directly beside Maeve's head. The arena shook as it broke through the floor and continued to borrow, leaving behind an impact hole that descended into darkness. With enough gravity on it even a piece of marble hitting the ground could become deadly as a high velocity bullet.

Cannonade flung the other rocks out into the air before reaching out and sending them plummeting toward Maeve.

"My defining trait is that I'm horny!" The businessman exposited loudly to Liz as he recorded.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Sheri Galloway Character Portrait: Sairyn Pendrake

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Atlas City, 9:13 - 10:20, March 11th.



"Inconvenient," Sairyn muttered from behind the wheel of a white SUV emblazoned with a red Celtic cross and the NAHLA emblem. He wiped a trickle of blood from his lip while Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle" played through the speakers. Sentimentality was a waste of time, and grieving families could be unreasonable, but he got what he needed. Sairyn's emerald eyes flicked up to the mirror to check and make sure the large crate strapped down in the cargo area was still there. They'd acted like he wasn't going to bring it back to them the next day.

The highway miles melted away as the music played, leaving him to his thoughts. His brow furrowed, clearly annoyed. Having to drive more than an hour out of town and make a copy on the spot had put him much farther behind his timetable than he wanted. Sairyn was already going to have to stay up most of the night to make the necessary alterations, and then there was the investigation and the mysterious syringe to deal with. He was deep in thought when he pulled off the Atlas City exit, confirming the quickest route to the NAHLA facility where his lab was located and turning onto the road passing Soldier Park and the diner scene. He almost didn't notice the slim figure crossing the street to the Diner's alley in front of him. It was the flashing holographic crime scene tape and the light of a police drone returning to its dock that caught his attention.

The SUV screeched loudly to a halt. Sairyn looked at the clock quickly... did he even bother? He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel apprehensively for a long moment before he shut off the engine and got out, not bothering to park it. As he shut the door, the SUV lit up like it was struck by a strong light, and began to dissolve from the top down over several seconds while he walked towards the alley. He stopped a handful of steps away from the woman... close, but not close enough to get clobbered, even if she lunged at him. Sairyn wasn't even looking at her, he was rapidly tapping something into his phone with one hand while the other was held behind his back.

"I'm behind schedule so... ID and explanation, and then I'll be on my way," he instructed impatiently. He guessed she was someone from the incident returned to do her own investigation. Sairyn didn't recognize her from the morning, but he'd been too busy to check every face. It never hurt to be sure, but it was probably nothing...

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Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler

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Maeve grit her teeth, eyes fixed on Cannonade like a cat that had just spotted the bird which would be its dinner. Maeve's fingers left long gouges in the floor where she'd layed and a cloud of rubble exploding from the impact of her foot as she launched herself as her opponent, the stones in the air embedding themselves in the floor an instant too late.
Maeve's fist went wide over Cannonade's head as they ducked to avoid the blow, only for Maeve to bring her hand down on the back of their head and slam their face into her knee. She planted her foot square in the middle of Cannonade's chest on the rebound, sending them flying back several feet into the opposite wall.
Maeve cracked her neck and stretched the knee of the leg where the stone had struck her. This was fun. This was a lot of fucking fun. Holding back was more difficult than she'd anticipated, but it was definitely worth being sore tomorrow if it meant she could experience an opponent this exciting.
She spit out a glob of thick, tar-like blood from where she'd bit her tongue when being knocked to the ground, then charged her opponent, winding up another left hook.
"Don't break on me yet, Super Roma," she purred.

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Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit

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He wasn't quite sure what the best method of dealing with them would be, but firing a kinetic penetrator followed by and explosive round to blow up somewhere along the path carved by the penetrator would be a good initial options to try. Hopefully the force of the blast would blow the boulders to smithereens or at least cause the villain to lose control of the stones.


KA-BLAM!

Without warning, his barrier exploded! But how! He kept his eye on the two festering pieces of flint, so who was it?! A THIRD Interloper?! Before he could retaliate further, that SAPPHIRE SAP seemed to speed up before his very eyes! What in the name of terraforming treachery was this?!

"Well then, are your powers organic or technological? Does the suit serve as an amplifier, or is it the source of the power?" he asked the questions rhetorically, stopping in front of The High-Techtonic's face, the man appeared frustrated, confused by how Klaus was moving so "quickly" not realizing he was a step out of time, a second behind the world around him, but in a fight, one second makes all the difference


"Denser than quartz, aren't you boy? The name is HIGH-TECHtonic! I'll have you know this suit is the greatest invention in geological history! Powered by an emerald to reflect my 'Terra-Wave' Ions! You couldn't even begin to master such a thing...now just..stand...still!" HTT cried out, attempting to launch human head-sized rocks at the cobalt clock and missing each one, but only just so.

Once a decent amount of frost had accumulated on High Techtonic's equipment, Richard slipped something from his back into his hands. He adjusted the strap of Tizona and leveled it at HTT. "So, shall we wrap this up?" He said with a tiny hint of venom towards High Techtonic.


"M-M-M-M-MY SUIT!" High-Techtonic yelped. "W-w-w-what is this sheer cold?! Let me go you..." he tried to struggle free whilst shivering, only to truly freeze at the sight of the White Death's weapon. "Well, just a minute now...this seems a little extreme, does it not? What say I give back the gems, wipe the slate clean, so to speak? Eheheh..."

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Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Akiko Bong

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Henry froze as he accidentally ran into someon-wait, what? there was no one there?! At least it felt like someone. Was he going insane?! Something wasn't right here. There was no one else around. It's possible, but....could it be some sort of cloaking technology? He wouldn't put it past the agents to have access to that kind of tech. He thought about reaching for his blaster but...even though there weren't many people around, even if he had it set to stun, there was no need to escalate things yet. Not without making sure.

Around the area where he had felt he had bumped into...an invisible person, he suddenly began to douse with extra packets of tabasco sauce that he'd gotten with his meal.

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Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Maeve Butler

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This time, Cannonade braced. Maeve's jabs were faster now, favouring speed in an attempt to hit the human cannon. And then they felt a hand on the back of their head, for Cannon a very decent 'oh fuck' moment. Luckily, it was softer than the previous hit had been. The facial collision with Maeve's knee was not. They tasted blood in their mouth at the sudden hit before being kicked in the boob. Cannonade was sent flying into the wall. They flung into it like a ragdoll as Maeve charged again.

Cannonade bared their teeth before sliding forward, dodging Maeve's fist and sliding beneath them. With one hand out they grabbed onto anything hard they could grip on Maeve's form. They dug their fingers into the woman's skin and then pulled it to the ground. Maeve was crushed by gravity, smashing into the earth. Cannonade released as Maeve rose their head to look up, only to have the superstar spit a mouthful of blood spit into Maeve's face. Followed by a right hook.

Cannonade backed away, nearly falling over themself before raising into the air. They floated up as Maeve recovered until they were level with the crowd of spectators. Gasps and faint claps were heard as they came to a stop in the centre of the room, high above the arena floor, holding their head desperately. Another hit to the heat without a helmet would mean crawling to their grave. And Maeve certainly had a thing for headshots.

Cannonade blinked and focused on Maeve on the ground below them. And for a moment the two took a moment to just observe, at such a distance. Yes, distance. They had to keep distance. No more of this close quarters shit.

Super Roma's cannon rose up further until they landed on the curved ceiling of the domed club. They let their body flatten on the uneven architecture for a moment before bouncing off it, down toward the spectators seats around the edge of the sunken arena. Their bare feet touched ground between between two white women in rich dresses and deep cleavage.

"C-C-Cannonade," One of the women guffawed. Cannonade frowned before grabbing a champagne glass from her hand and leaping over the stadium again. As they flew overhead several pieces of the the glass shot down, a dozen shards impacting onto the marble and a thirteenth entering Maeve's body as she dodged. It sliced straight through, coming out the back of her arm. The bloody shard smashed into the ground below her.

Cannonade landed on the other side of the stands, catching their breath and looking for what next they could shoot Maeve with.

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In the distance Liz watched the fight intently, her hand grasping on to a wine glass about to throw it at the horny businessman. She watched Cannonade join the audience, throw the glass at Maeve, and then pause, looking around the arena for some kind of weapon to use against the buff Irish woman. Liz pursed her lips and then smiled. The wine glass in her hand suddenly began to change shape, bending, twisting, growing larger and less opaque until finally the wine glass transformed into a bowling ball.

"M-Ma'am?" Margot hesitated from behind her, "Um, is that allowed?"

Liz turned slightly to glance at her personal assistant, her thin hand holding up the red bowling ball in plain view, "What do you mean, darling? I simply found this lying here!"

The Alchemist gave a sly smile and waited to see what would happen next.

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Maeve watched as Cannonade flew around the arena's skybox, pelting them with bits of glass and whatever else they could grab off the spectators. Apparently they'd grown tired of an actual fight and had resorted back to the idea that this was just a game.

How deeply, profoundly fucking pathetic.

Aside from one shard of glass which had sliced through her arm, Maeve had no real trouble dodging Craven Roma Number One's hail of garbage. Her arm shot out and slammed into the wall of the arena, causing several spectators to scramble away as a large section of it collapsed along with the seating behind it. Several of them screamed in shock and fear, and Maeve was vaguely aware that a few had started toward the emergency exit. Whatever.

Maeve crouched down next to the rubble, eyes tracing Cannonade's path through the air as she lifted up one fist sized stone, bouncing it lightly in her hand. They wanted to play catch. Maeve could play catch. She launched the stone at Cannonade at full strength, causing it to become momentarily invisible to the crowd of onlookers as it tore through the air, tousling Cannonade's curly hair as it barely missed the top of their head before ripping through the roof of the arena, soaring God and Mary only knew how far out into the city.

Maeve picked up another chunk of marble, only a pebble this time, bouncing it in her hand as she followed Cannonade's attempts at evasion before firing it from her hand, this time scoring a deep gash through the back of Cannonade's thigh.

"Is this better for ye?" she asked nobody, her voice too soft to be carried to her opponent. However, though her face never changed expression, there was a sense of deep, animalistic intensity to her gaze which absolutely could not be ignored.

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Alexander Dalton

The meal with Jericho had been filled with chatter between mouthfuls and the occasional pause when Alex would point at a character on TV and see how well Jericho could mimic it. Sometimes it would look horrifying depending on what it was, just goes to prove that some cartoon characters really shouldn't exist in real life. Scooby doo was too good for this world . . . but not that version Jericho had become. He was glad to see his friend more animated after how exhausted they looked walking into the loft. It was the moments where the two of them were just here in the apartment isolated from the rest of Atlas city that Jericho and him could actually relax and let their worries go. no worry of being seen doing anything weird and not having to be paranoid of some random person spotting them. It was nice.
Even though the two would usually stay up later, Alex found himself thinking about laying down more and more. A glance at the clock confirmed that it was getting a bit late. Damn, that felt too early to go to bed. Maybe a nap would be a good idea though, then get up and sneak out for some vigilante work later. He didn't have any work tomorrow and he was sure he could sneak out this time without waking Jericho.

He got up from their coach and gathered the twos bowls. ""I think i'm gonna turn in early man, today was a bit much for me. Don't stay up too late alright?"" The shapeshifter gave him a thumbs up, their eyes glued to the tv still. Alex chuckled lightly and went to do the dishes and clean up. Not too sure why they found the tv screen saver entertaining but he wouldn't complain if it was a distraction for them. Alex dried off his hands and made his way up to his room. He swore he could hear his bed calling to him at this point. After closing the door behind himself he dressed himself down to his boxers and threw on one of his comfy T-shirts before flopping onto his bed unceremoniously. The "custom" bed frame groaned slightly under his sudden weight but held firm. Took nearly a week to make and it was still holding up thankfully. Alex shifted till he got comfortable and sighed loudly, waiting for sleep to take him.

Then he heard the creaking.

it was a small sound, but load enough for Alex to hear up in his room with the door closed. God damn it Jericho. He slowly began to sit up and stretch his body. He wasn't going to get sleep till later tonight for sure now. Jericho never made any sound around the house despite their eccentricities . . . except when they were sneaking out. Alex took one of his pillows and practically screamed into it in frustration. There was no guessing where that Shapeshifter was going. They wanted the bodies at the Diner. Alex was no idiot, Jericho was made with the purpose of hunting and eating supers. a bunch of dead villains was just asking them to go snacking. By now Jericho was probably out of the building and heading that way. Alex got back up out of bed and began to grab pulling on the pieces of his costume scattered about. He opened the window next to his bed to crawl out of before pausing. Jericho might try hunting any one of the other supers that had been present during the attack. Though he was sure his friend at least had the sense to not go after any of the known hero's, it was best he went out prepared if things got weird. Alex rounded about and grabbed a black duffle bag by his bed that had at least three different changes of cloths. two plain and casual while the other was a bit more fancy. after an incident at a penthouse party he decided having nice cloths on hand if needed was a lot more practical then storming some rich young villains party in costume.
With the bag on his back, Aegis leapt out his bedroom window and into the night air. A sky blue platform formed below him which he quickly bounded off of with great force to catapult himself back into the air. After building enough momentum, Aegis made his way towards the Diner.


Atlas City, March 11th, 10 PM

Alex landed with a loud thud on one of his platforms just above a building near the diner. he was sure he was high enough now that he couldn't be accidentally seen. Thank goodness for humanities natural field of vision. He dropped to the buildings rooftop and quickly made his way to the edge to get a good vantage point of the Diner. There didn't appear to be any obvious activity going on from his angle but that wasn't a guarantee nobody was around.
He had to make his way around the rooftops again, he was hopping if Jericho was anywhere he would get a view from the side. A quick minute of bouncing off his platforms gave him a line of sight of the Diners alleyway. Not that it did much given how spotty the lighting was. there DID appear to be two people currently there. he would have to move closer to make out any details though.

Just lovely.

No turning back now. He dropped down to a lower roof that was close to the street the alley was on and crept forward towards the edge. Thankfully it wasn't one of those older buildings with gravel on the roof. When he got to the edge he slowly and deliberately peered over the edge towards the diner alley. A tall man was addressing a considerably short woman with bright red hair. He couldn't tell who was who or if either was a super right away. For now he would wait and see what happens. Jericho might be in the area still and if these two were supers there was a good chance he might be "Hunting" them. Alex bit his lip in annoyance. This would be easier if he had a more solid way of tracking Jericho but he had no other options right now. he just hoped his assumptions were right.

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"AH, MY EYES! MY SPECIAL EYES," Akiko screamed as she rolled around on the ground, smoke coming out of her eyes...

Had she been written as an incompetent fool but back to our regular broadcast:

The hot sauce flew through the air and Akiko scrambled backwards to get out of the way. Hands reached for more bench but instead, she found air. Then, her body hit the ground and her heartbeat began to race. Akiko was losing control. She couldn't find the air anymore for her lungs. Palms were sweaty, stomach upset, a voice echoed in her head. Her invisibility flickered and Henry saw a young Asian looking woman on the ground, hair covering her face. And then, nothing.

Nothing until a burst of power shot out, sending Henry back a couple of feet. When he looked to see what had caused it, he would see Akiko standing up but glowing with a red energy. He would blink and then a monster stood there. It was bulky black form with red swirling on its skin. Henry would noticed its body resembled someone but it was mutated, like someone had formed it out of play-doh but in a really good way. It seemed to have a hat growing out of its head and when it spoke, it spoke with a voice Henry had heard earlier.

The voice of the head Witchhunter.

"Cretin," it snarled.

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"...Ms. Bong?!" Henry was at a loss for words as Akiko suddenly appeared before him. So she was a super. But what reason did she have for followi- ...Henry frowned, his situation getting ever stranger as Akiko vanished just as quickly as she appeared before him and a wave of force shot him backwards.

Henry winced as he slowly sat up, the wind having been nearly knocked out of him when he hit the pavement. He sat up to see as hulking figure before him. Henry raised an eyebrow as where the beast of a human(?) stood where the woman he had met earlier once lay. There had to be some connection, he was sure of it, but now didn't exactly seem the time to dwell on it.

The voice emanating from it sounded familiar enough, and the hat was almost unmistakable despite now practically growing out of the mutational's head. The big Witchfinder? It was back? What was the connection between the Witchfinders and Aiko?!

"Cretin," it snarled.


"Ah, but of course. No time to dwell," Henry grimaced hopping back to his feet. He turned around to any people gathered in the area, most had already begun to scream and run off and understandably so. Henry looked around. If there were any other supers around, now would be a really good time for them to show up.

...Any time now.

....No such luck.

Henry drew out his blaster. It hadn't done much against the giant Witchfinder before, but maybe with a enough shots he could manage to knock him out long enough for some local supers to arrive on the scene. He looked around running backwards a bit. People were scattering. Good for him. He didn't want them to see him fire so much as a single shot, though in his case, a few witnesses couldn't be helped. Ray mode was also an option, but one he'd rather not resort to. Whatever the state of the Witchfinder right now, he was still of some sort of sound mind.

"Okay...round two, I guess," Henry frowned. "Raising his blaster up. But really, you shouldn't have any beef with me, Witchfinder...I'm not a super."

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"There was many a time I wished for something different, something more."

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Calm is a skill.

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The doctor is in, time to make you . . . unforgettable~

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"Death is a matter of perspective."

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I appreciate the finer things in life...more so than you do life itself

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"Try and hurt me, you wont make a scratch."

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In the motherland, he was called Koschei, the Undying. Now, he's looking for a new name.

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"If you don't like how the table is set, turn over the table."

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"Death is a matter of perspective."

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Re: Hadean

City of Lichmore, Massachusetts:

Lichmore Massachusetts was a small coastal city in New England established in the 1600's, during Puritanical settlement of North America. The city's primary source of income was from fishing, but it had grown to be more industrialized over the years too, becoming an important port town for the region. However, during the mid-1800's, soil erosion, increased rain, sea encroachment, and flooding began to deteriorate the town. Buildings were starting to become more derelict, mainland access was becoming more difficult, and sea growth started to across the town, whether it be barnacles on buildings, or bits of seaweed lining the streets, even dead fish piling up in some spots.

And that was before the town really began to suffer. In the late 1910's, the roads to the mainland had practically been washed away, streets began to collapse into the ocean from seismic activity, and the whole city had essentially become a waste pile for the dead and decayed things the sea refused to keep within it. The 1920's saw criminal activity surge in the city, now with a population of 232'000 people. Bootlegging had become a major source of income for the community, and its increasing remoteness made it harder for Prohibition cops to catch anyone there. Most of the enforcement had to happen out at sea, or at the ports of other US cities.

This was not to last long however. By 1928, the city had become overwhelmed by the forces of nature. A mass exodus to leave the city had been going on since 1926, and with barely a few thousand people left in the waterlogged mess, it was essentially a ghost town already in the eyes of the rest of America. When the earthquake toppled the buildings, the roads, the foundations of the city itself, and the hurricanes and floods swallowed it all up or washed it out to sea, no one remained to mourn the loss.

The derelict did not go quietly, but it may as well have, for the sheer lack of anyone to have heard it. Any that remained in the city to die with it were almost as derelict as the mold infested, waterlogged buildings that were a light breeze away from collapse.

Few remember this part in American history, and fewer care. Greater and more important things were always around the corner, things that had persisted far longer, and would continue to do so even longer.

Re: Hadean

Recordings of Dr. Elizabeth Galloway, Head of Biological Defense Research at Vanguard Enterprises, L.L.C. regarding Project Mastima (Archive Volume 1)

File 062628

Recording begins.


-What - what is this? Magnetic tape recordings? Did Dr. Halsey really do this?
-Yes, ma’am. Your predecessor was adamant about keeping records that couldn’t be traced digitally.
-Well that’s- I suppose that makes sense. Even if it is a little… hipster. Where are her earlier recordings?
-I wouldn’t be the one to ask, ma’am.
-Fantastic. Alright then. You can go.
-Yes, ma’am.
-Alright. [clears throat] This is file… what’s the date today? Oh-six-two-six-two-eight. Audio recording by Dr. Elizabeth Galloway, newly appointed head of biological defense research - what the fuck even is that? Making superheros? Christ - at Vanguard Enterprises, Boston. Following the final instructions by my predecessor Dr. Catherine Halsey, I’ve followed up on her reports of seventy-three children she flagged as viable candidates for “Project Mastima”. Mastima? Really? Is that meant to refer to herself, or…
-Anyway, I’ve been having Esquela and Brown look into the addresses she listed. Most of these should be fairly easy to bring in, but some of these others - Miss Zima Kratka and Mister Tan Zexian, for example, will present some difficulty. I don’t know what that woman was thinking, selecting children from the other side of the Curtain.
-I also have some… apprehensions concerning her decision to use children as her subjects. I understand it, logically, the increased genetic flexibility will certainly help with any potential… complications. I think I would prefer to go forward with volunteer trials first, however.

Recording Ends.


File 120328

Recording Begins


-Fuck it all to fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!
-Volunteer trials were a fucking disaster. One hundred and forty-three either dead or crippled beyond hope of physical or psychological recovery. At least no one’s left to point the finger at us. Jesus Christ, six months of work down the fucking drain.
-I suppose it’s not all a complete loss. Our trials into the study of pre-existing powers bore some surprising fruit - one Mr. Jon Gerry, aka the convicted villain Supernova, had his superpowers removed successfully. Now it’s just a matter of figuring out which method worked, and whether it’s repeatable. And whether those powers can be transferred into another subject.
-As for Dr. Halsey’s children… Well, I suppose that decision’s been made for me. I’ll authorize for them to be. Well, “adopted” isn’t entirely inaccurate, but.... [clears throat]

Recording Ends.


File 011929

Recording Begins


-This is Project Mastima file oh-one-one-nine-two-nine. Dr. Elizabeth Galloway recording.
-The last of the children arrived today. I’ve ordered full medical diagnostics for all of them. Some of them were in uh. [clears throat] Not great. I’ve arranged for the next two months to be dedicated to medical treatment and physical training drills. I want them as healthy as I can get before we start tests.
-Another thing, those up top want me to give the kids new names. Make them harder to track down, I guess. [short laugh] Not that anyone’s looking for them. Dr. Halsey already made sure of that. No families, no birthdays on record, and now no names? May as well tattoo “expendable resource” across their foreheads while we’re at it.

Recording Ends.


File 031329

Recording Begins


-Mastima file oh-three-one-three-two-nine. Dr. Galloway recording.
-Trials started today. Of the seven kids who were tested today, three never made it out of the room, and one had to be… put down. [clears throat] I’ve been trying to maintain distance from them these past couple months but it’s, it’s-
-God damn it, they’re just kids. They’re just fucking kids.

Recording Ends.


File 032329

Recording Begins


-Mastima file oh-three-two-three-two-nine, Dr. Galloway recording.
-Initial trials ended yesterday. Despite Dr. Halsey’s… let’s say “optimism” concerning the use of prepubescents to limit mortality, we still lost half our initial sample population. Thirty-seven out of the original seventy-three subjects died due to extreme trauma during the trial, or were forcibly terminated by security personnel following… spontaneous, aggressive genetic mutation.
-I’ve ordered a week off for recovery, both by my staff and our remaining sample size. After that, we’ll get to work measuring the scope of our survivors’ new abilities.

Recording Ends.


File 032529

Recording Begins


-It was brought to my attention by a caretaker that one of our subjects, Mr… Gilbert Allan, is refusing to eat. I remember this one, his powers turned much of the equipment in lab five to dust. Apparently it made him too afraid to touch anything.
-I resolved the situation through the use of a placebo; I gave him a pair of gloves, and told him they’d been especially designed to resist the effects of his ability. It took a bit of convincing, but he’s managed to wear them without issue, and has resumed eating.
-I’ll keep this incident in mind. I may be able to apply similar placebo effects if the powers of our other subjects prove too much to handle otherwise.

Recording Ends.


File 041329

Recording Begins


-Project Mastima file oh-four-one-three-two-nine. Dr. Elizabeth Galloway recording.
-Initial assessments were completed today. Overall I am… shockingly optimistic. Results… were varied, but many vastly surpassed initial estimates. A handful in particular, namely Mr. Gilbert Allan, Miss Suchin Mookjai, and Mr. Tan Zexian showed remarkable aptitude for their new abilities. Gilbert was a surprise; I wouldn’t have expected him to gain control of his abilities so quickly.
-Others will require… special attention, for the potential danger their abilities could pose if they had such a mind. Miss Ursula Kohler’s ability to influence others with her voice in particular… concerns me. I think I’ll look into countermeasures for that.
-I was disappointed with Miss Zima Kratka. Her display in the initial trials led me to believe she would be one of our best subjects, but her performance during her assessment was comparatively underwhelming. Perhaps she’s reluctant to embrace her newfound talents? Unfortunately I don’t have the time to pay special attention to every one of them, so if she would rather underperform… I suppose that’s her prerogative.

Recording Ends.


File 041629

Recording Begins


-Mastima file oh-four-one-six-two-nine. Dr. Elizabeth Galloway recording.
-I’ve reconsidered the suggestion concerning names. In light of… events concerning our old buddies across the curtain which have transpired in the past and may yet transpire in the future, I feel it may benefit to give these kids a sense of unity. A shared name is a powerful thing, after all, so I announced this morning that they would all be given new names, to signify their “second birth” as supers. Reception was… mixed, but they’re young enough that they’ll bounce back.
-There… are fewer of them than yesterday. On review of their assessments, and pending further medical examination, I’ve reached the conclusion that twelve of them are unfit to continue in this project. Those that are left, these twenty-four remaining members of Dr. Halsey’s chosen children- No, my children. I should at least offer them that degree of accountability. My children. They need to feel like they belong here. If I convince them to think of each other as their siblings, of me as their mother…
-I’m still thinking about those who turned into.. Whatever those were, during the initial trials. Tests following the trials showed many of the remaining subjects were still genetically unstable - the twelve I’ve authorized to have removed from the program are at the greatest risk, but the threat is still there with the others. Hopefully this decision concerning their names will help them feel more at home here, and lower the stress on their psyche.
-Not that that’ll matter much, if they’re cleared for field duty. “A new weapon to protect the world, safer than any bomb.” Yeah, right.

Recording Ends.

Re: Hadean

Important Organizations:

S.I.N.S. (Supers Intelligence for National Security):

SINS is a simple organization to understand, if you understand American military and "intelligence" agencies. Part FBI, part NSA, and a great deal of CIA, SINS keeps track of Supers that don't "conform" to the expectations the state has for them. Vigilantes, villains, and supers that just cause too many problems for Uncle Sam. That's what they take care of. Everything they do is perfectly legal, and moral, so long as it benefits America, and so long as they aren't caught. Of course, that's mostly rumors and conjecture, conspiracy theories talked about by tin hat wearers on the internet. At the end of the day, they keep America safe from supers. At any cost.

National American Hero League Association (NAHLA):

This is THE Hero Organization to be a part of, the absolute cream of the crop, the best that America can possibly dish up. Patriots, dogooders, Good Samaritans, this is the US Marine Corps of superheroes. Of course, it is government sponsored, so registration is required, but it comes with big perks, both financial, and in terms of fame and glory. Some argue that it can be "elitist", and crazies say they're just supermuscle for the government or corporations, but don't pay that any mind. They're almost all good people, who've saved countless lives, and come to the aid in nearly every disaster since the 1940's. Many have laid down their lives, and are forever remembered in the NAHLA Halls of Fame and Heroism.

Witchfinder Generals:

A listed terrorist group, mainly domestic and operating in the United States. Their membership has fallen in the past few decades, but they have been known for murder and other crimes against Supers. This is strange in that many of the members are themselves supers, but the philosophy they subscribe to is that supers are unnatural, demonic beings, and must be rid from the Earth. They tend to dress in slightly modernized Puritanical Settler attire, sporting even the old style of hats often portrayed for that time.

Atlas City Heroes Incorporated (ACHI):

The ACHI was the first private hero organization formed in Atlas City, and has been here ever since! Originally it included Atlas as one of its founding members, but with his passing others have had to carry the torch. Sadly, the organization had originally had more philanthropically minded members, which meant finances were limited. Add to that various issues with infighting, and the organization today is mostly a shell of its former glory, having been surpassed by newer, or much larger and better funded, hero organizations. A few members remain, even one or two of the originals, and they continue to try to keep it's glory and history alive. While it can still afford to...

People's Alliance of Heroic Communist Transformationalists (PAHCT):

As the name may imply, this is an international organization of supers hailing from nations with Communist and/or Socialist governments, or major allies of such countries. The phrase "Transformationalists" essentially means Supers helping to transform the world into a more just, Communist one, where all men, women, and others are equal and free from the oppression of Capitalism and the Bourgeois. Largely headed by the Soviet Union and China, this organization has constantly been at odds with American and other Western hero organizations, though little more than a few sporadic fist fights have ever occurred between these groups. Personal grudges and animosities aren't considered good reasons to start full scale wars, not in the eyes of the Communists, or Capitalists.

The Union:

A criminal organization that previously held sway in various parts of the world (sometimes great, sometimes weak). The Union was supposed to have collapsed earlier this year, but rumors of other criminal organizations potentially having taken on their mantel have begun to surface. Verifying any of this is next to impossible as all traces of them seem to be non-existent, but what is clear is that they are dangerous, and should be treated as such.

Unknown Soldiers (Unconfirmed Existence):

Rumors and speculation abound of strange groups of soldiers being spotted in various locations around the world, some have been spotted in all black, others in blue or white, or similar colors. They may be two groups, and no connections have been made between them. There has also been nothing of note to identify them with to this point, beyond the colors and their secrecy. This could be pure fantasy, but for some it may be useful to keep it in mind anyways, if for no other reason than to stay safe.

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Supers and The Law:

Being a Super, while still controversial today (despite Supers having no control over their condition), has no real legal limitations to it. Supers are able to live normal lives just like anyone else, sometimes slightly more interesting and exciting given their special gifts.

However, being a "hero" or "heroine" is much more legally complicated. As far as the law concerned, any Supers who wish to carry out acts of heroism MUST be part of a LEGALLY recognized organization. This is broken down into several types of organizations.

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Government Organizations: Organizations like this include the police, the military, S.I.N.S. (Supers Intelligence for National Security), Intelligence Agencies, search and rescue, medical services, and fire services.

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Government Sponsored Hero Organizations: Most national governments in the world sponsor their own Hero organizations (some sponsor more than one even!). These organizations require that their members be given very specific, government mandated and regulated training. Heroes in these organizations may take part in crime fighting and rescue operations, but only if they have successfully obtained their training in these programs. Most members of these organizations must have their identities registered with the government, but their secret identities still remain hidden from the public (for safety and security concerns).

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Privately Operated Hero Organizations: These organizations are similar to government Sponsored Hero Organizations, save for the fact these organizations are privately owned and operated. As a result, the owners and members often take on direct legal liability for anything negligent or illegal that one of their Supers does. The draw to some of these organizations is that while they do offer lower pay in some cases, they do offer higher levels of privacy and anonymity. The Supers that join must still participate and pass the government regulated training programs, but it allows them to also participate in crime fighting and rescue operations, when the government gives them permission.

Note: These organizations are NOT required to give the identities of their Supers to the government, however they ARE required to collect their identities and personal information, and they CAN be required to present it to the government in the case of criminal misconduct and investigations. In other words, a subpoena from the courts can force these companies to reveal the identities of supers involved in a legal suit.

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International Hero Organizations: These are hero organizations registered, trained, and legally capable of operating in more than one country. These types of organizations are tricky, particularly as some straddle a fine line with the law at times, but they exist largely to participate in major, global scale emergencies. Some of these are government operated (either between different governments, or through international bodies like the UN), and others are privately operated.

Some countries have different approaches to allowing IHO's to handle crises, for America they tend to require the IHO be trained with American standards of Hero training. Additionally for America, they generally require that Supers from a US Government Sponsored or Private American Hero Organization, to work with the IHO, essentially to "babysit" them, or in actuality to ensure they aren't enemy spies working against the US.

Due to this, many IHO's try to incorporate or register themselves in the US to help ease the international legal tensions, though another way to mitigate this is to register in countries considered allies of America. Alternatively, some IHO's register in the USSR, China, or another nation that might be allied to one of these states, or lead by a Communist government.

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Vigilantism, Good Samaritans, and Heroism Outside of the Law:

Put simply, any Super (or Non-Super for that matter) that tries to carry out acts of heroism is at serious risk of legal repercussions. Firstly, Vigilantism is illegal period. Supers and Non-Supers cannot ever fight crime without being part of a registered Hero Organization. Things like Citizens Arrests, or working with a Crime Watch organization, is typically legal, however causing serious damage to property, injuries, or death doing either of these will still be punished to the full extent of the law.

Supers and Non-Supers that "take the law into their own hands" will be treated just like the criminals they try to fight.

When it comes to trying to save people, however, the law is a little trickier. Supers and Non-Supers that try to carry out "Good Samaritan" acts can still be charged with negligence and endangerment. For example, saving someone from a burning building, pulling someone out of a car crash, etc. Supers and Non-Supers CANNOT intervene in these dangerous situations without training. If they do so, they could be charged with Reckless Endangerment, even if no one is injured or killed. If anyone is killed or injured, the punishment will be much stricter.

Luckily, Supers and Non-Supers CAN take Good Samaritan training programs! Not only is First Aid training available, but so is fire rescue, car accident scene rescue, earthquake rescue, and much more. With this training, Supers and Non-Supers can carry out acts of heroism when such a time arises, and they can do it safely and with respect to the law.

Note: This training is available to the general public. Supers and Non-Supers do not need to join any organization to receive this training, however it only applies to Rescues and Good Samaritan acts. It does NOT include crime fighting. To fight crime, Supers and Non-Supers MUST join a registered organization.

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Super Registration Laws:

Currently, there is no law that exists that requires Supers to be registered in any way. The only time Supers must be registered is when they join Hero organizations, and the only time they need to be registered with the government is when they join organizations sponsored by the government.

However, there has always been a movement of civilians that have pushed for mandatory registration for ALL Supers. So far, no such law has been passed in most Western Nations, but the desire among politicians, corporations, and even regular civilians, to have such laws passed still exists. Whether or not this could ever happen is debatable, but at this moment, most Western governments have not made an effort to pass such laws.

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How Powers Work:

From what scientific study has produced so far, the way in which the powers of supers work is tied into atomic and subatomic particles. While much of these studies have had to lean on hypothesis at this point, it's clear that the effects these powers produce is largely based on a manipulation of particles, possibly through some unknown type of energy. What can be observed is that certain powers (for example fire creation) involves no use of fuels, either already existing ones or a fuel that exists within supers. Fire can simply, at face value, appear out of thin air.

Of course, that would imply a non-scientific origin perhaps, but other studies have led to evidence that suggests the existence of either particles or an energy that allows supers to manipulate other atomic and subatomic particles. This is still only a hypothesis, as it has so far been impossible to detect this with current scientific instruments and measurements.

Other things like biological or chemical changes have been considered, but these fields of study have so far shown very little. Some evidence might lead to supers having certain shared genetic traits, but if this is true, it has not yet been discovered where these traits came from, and whether they cause the powers, or are caused by the powers, or if the powers and the genes are created by some sort of "point of origin" (which raises a multitude of other hypotheses as well, including multiverse theories).

Finally, there is the hypothesis that powers work through more supernatural means, though even that has opened up its very own field of hypotheticals, and of course, pseudo-science.

Important Note: As far as scientific studies have illustrated, the powers supers today demonstrate have not been documented at any point in time before World War 2. This leads to the conclusion that some event in WW2 is what led to the existence of these powers. Some have speculated the atomic bombs used on Japan may be the origin, others have suggested strange Nazi science and occultism, and others still suggest more supernatural events that took place at the time.

There are rumors of some powered beings from another world, or immortals who have existed since long before World War 2, of monsters and legendary creatures. As far as science can show, these are all rumors, speculation, myths, and legends. Some, at worst, are mere conspiracy theories. Until evidence can surface to support any of these claims, they cannot be given any merit.

Power Origins:

The powers of supers have a variety of identified "origins", points at which powers demonstrate themselves in supers, but the main five are as follows:

Birth: A super is born with their powers.

Trauma: Some severe, traumatic event results in the appearance of a super's powers.

Random/Chance: A super is not born with their powers, but they at some point "activate" in a super, with no identifiable origin or reason for activation. In other words; "They went to bed normal, but woke up as a Super".

Anomalous Incident (Speculative): Some supers report having been involved in an incident that defies the laws of nature and science, some supernatural or science fiction event outside the norms of our world. This is, at this point, speculative as it relies on the self-reporting of supers. It is possible these origins are true, but without further evidence, it cannot be accepted conclusively, making it a speculative origin only for the time being.

Other (Sometimes Speculative): Similar to anomalous incidents, but generally more grounded in reality. Some claiming to be the result of government experiments, or created by malicious corporations, or some kind of construct of powerful Supervillains. Some claims go so far as to suggest they are aliens, beings from other worlds, other galaxies, even other universes. Like anomalous incidents, without further evidence, many of these cannot be accepted conclusively and must be assumed as speculative origins for the time being.

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Power Classifications:

Based on some of the Power Classifications of the Worm IP: Power Classifications - Worm Wiki

More will be added, subtracted, or edited from this list to fit with the mechanics of the Hadean universe.

Mover: An ability that enhances mobility.

Shaker: An ability with an area of effect.

Brute: An ability that grants enhanced strength or durability.

Breaker: An ability that allows the super to shift into another state

Master: An ability that allows a super to control others or create minions.

Tinker: An ability that allows a super to create or alter devices with futuristic technology.

Blaster: A ranged, offensive ability.

Thinker: An ability that focuses on information gathering.

Striker: An ability that is melee-ranged or touch-based.

Changer: An ability that allows the super to alter their form or appearance.

Trump: An ability that allows the super to manipulate powers in some capacity.

Stranger: An ability that focuses on stealth or infiltration.

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