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Amber Huang

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realise you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?

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a character in “Superhero Rejects”, as played by Fabricator

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”Never worry what other people think of you, because no one ever thinks of you.”

HUANG “Amber” QUIYUE || ELEMENTAL MIMICRY || 28 || BISEXUAL


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Amber is able to duplicate the properties of materials she touches, effectively becoming entirely composed of the material, often gaining both the benefits and disadvantages of whatever she has absorbed.
Initially this meant that she would begin to mimic the properties of any material that she was in contact with without any conscious control of her powers, which resulted in several difficult transitions and trauma. Once she has absorbed a material she can becoming entirely composed of it or limit the mimicry to certain parts of her anatomy, though the change would need to spread across from the point of touch to reach elsewhere. While absorbing a material fully she is able to use it to restore injuries to their original state though certain materials have an easier time of this than others, and are less strenuous for her to make use of.
The biggest hindrance to powers is that increased emotional distress has caused her to lose control of her abilities with varying results; such as random absorption of anything in her vicinity for example. She has also struggled when dealing with liquid or gas substances, such as water or smoke as it causes her additional strain to maintain a humanoid form and to avoid simply melting or dissipating into nothingness.
While she was still undergoing regular training there was an emphasis on seeing if she was able to memorise certain materials for future use, and therefore not require recent contact this was met with mixed results. And even where she was able to manage this the duration was fleeting and exhausting to her, eventually being deemed not worth pursuing. As she still relies on physical contact with a material in order to gain its properties she keeps various items around her apartment, as well as several shaped charms dangling from her keys, so she has options should she need them.
When her brother was still around they also shared a certain link in that he was capable of acting as a source for her to absorb materials from, even over large distances as well as them being able to focus her abilities when in contact with one another and helping her to afford a greater level of control. Whether this power came from her or her brother was never made clear, though the pair did also share an emotional and sensory link as well that extended beyond the normal for twins.



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Amber is still a highly active person, and loves boxing, and has dabbled with a few other martial arts but prefers the more raw approach compared to precisely applied pressure. She also has indulged in more narcotics than she probably should have, worse still is that she is able to absorb them directly to attain a greater high. Due to her power she adores anything tactile simply because of the different ways she can feel surfaces under her fingers, which explains why her apartment is filled with all manner of junk. She secretly enjoys chaos and loves a little madness from time to time. An avid dancerand music lover her taste is fairly eclectic but she adores Post-Grunge and Symphonic metal first and foremost.
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Amber may keep herself locked away but she hates inaction as she would rather be doing something than nothing, to the point that she can’t stay still for long unless her mind is focused on something. She also loathes when people pity her for what she’s been through, almost as much as she hates talking about it.
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Amber enjoys various crafts such as; pottery, metalwork, and glassmaking since it enables her to explore the different textures. Also, being able to create makes her feel more human since her powers always cause her to think of destruction.
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Amber’s changed a lot over the years since she first started her training. She was always a bright, boisterous girl ready to take on the world and just as likely to blow it up as she was to save it.
However these days she usually keeps her distance from others with superpowers beyond what minimal social interaction she has to deal with in the halls of the Barnyard. And her once exuberant personality has become diluted to the point of obscurity when within range of the superhero community on the whole; though despite this she almost returns to her old self in brief flashes while at work or alone in her apartment.


HISTORY


ImageHer parents met in their mid-twenties while her mother, Amelia was studying abroad as part of a gap year near the end of her degree. She had yet to decide entirely upon whether to dedicate herself towards anthropology or archaeology as her interests tied to both, and had decided to explore some of the ruins in Europe with a handful of others.

It was during this partial working year away from her more academic studies that she encountered a roguish man who self-styled himself as “hailing from the orient”, who quite literally swept her off her feet on a night out in one of the local towns. Together they spent the rest of the summer not getting a whole lot of work done, with their whirlwind romance becoming almost the epitome of romantic comedy as her father; Kevin Huang had passed himself off as an exotic traveller to woo Amelia while they were in another country. Despite them both being born and raised in downtown New York and his day job being that of a high school teacher rather than Indiana Jones. This shared joke became the basis of their infatuation with one another as they returned home in each other's arms, before settling down to raise a family.

Amelia and Kevin were married and a couple of years later were blessed with a beautiful pair of twins in the form of Qiuyang and Qiuyue, who later become more wildly known as Alexander and Amber Huang respectively. The twins had shared a special bond from the moment they were born with Qiuyang holding in his first cry till after his younger sister had arrived moments behind him, and from then on becoming almost inseparable as they grew up.

Their childhood was perhaps best described as idyllic, with the two being raised in a loving and carefree home that ensured that their development proceeded without impediment. Their parents made sure to instil a thirst for knowledge in them by investing time in their studies as well as yearly trips to exotic and historical locations, though these did become less frequent once they were enrolled at the Academy. Amelia had developed clairvoyance, specifically retrocognition early in her life and had attended herself, so she had made sure that both of the children were tested and underwent studies in addition to normal schooling as they were growing up. Even so when their powers manifested, at the age of ten it came as a shock that spurred their parents to switch the twins into full time enrolment at the academy, while they took up the slack of regular tuition at home.

Time at the Academy was both interesting and dull for Amber as she found little of the scholarly aspect difficult and was often accused of slacking off despite turning in work of impeccable quality, much to the chagrin of some of her fellow student. Yet her grasp of her powers took far longer than she would have liked to the point of frustration, and her teachers shared their dismay with her slow progress. However things did pickup whenever she was working with her brother, as If her twin was a focus point for her as together she could calm herself easily.

As she continued to find their curriculum lacking any draw for her she began to gravitate more towards a rebellious streak however the true extent of her delinquency didn’t become entirely apparent as an issue until her 2nd year. It was during this time following the recent admission of a new student by the name of Brad, with whom she began to develop a strong friendship and later a budding relationship. From then on it became a united front of Brad, Xander and Amber against much of the Academy, with a few others clinging on for dear life. Though for all of their close friendship as they matured the loving couple began to drift away from the third wheel in their group, which caused a certain level of animosity that did not become visible until it was far too late to rectify.

Tensions became heated between them all following a tragedy in the form of Amelia being murdered in their home in the middle of the summer holidays while Amber and Brad had ran away to spend some time alone. Amber had become rather withdrawn following her breakup with Brad, and her brother seemed to be of little help since he almost appeared to be revelling her suffering.

Despite Amber’s clear potential she was never deemed a suitable candidate to join the ranks of the other superheroes, as following the incidents surrounding her brother it was deemed that control of her abilities had become unstable. The black mark left by her brother caused much of the superhero community at large to view her with suspicion and distrust, fearing that she would betray them as well.

She was 21 when she met Calliope and it was as if the heavens had opened and light had returned to her world, as the woman managed to lift her out of her spiral of depression towards being an actual human again. This began seeming like her life had finally taken a turn for the better as they lived a couple of contented years that were to cumulate with their marriage and hopefully their very own happy ever after. At least, that was until her brother returned, having avoided death for the umpteenth time as he proceeded to wreak havoc in the middle of the wedding.

Her living quarters in the Barnyard are fairly close to the furnace room in the basement, the location of which she takes full advantage of by allowing her easy access to a few slightly more obscure materials as well as lots of empty storage space that she’s been able to flesh out into a person workroom with the permission of maintenance.

These days she often keeps her distance from the other residents of The Barnyard, and what time she does spent outside of her apartment is done in the rather worn and run-down gym across the street where she works coaching Boxing primarily for normal people.  

So begins...

Amber Huang's Story

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LOCATION: The Barnyard

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The vegetable soup tonight was watery, and that was highest compliment Sam could give the dish. He could tell it had onion in it, but none of the other colourless lumps resembled any vegetable Sam could name. But, he didn’t get paid until 2pm tomorrow, so he was eating Roy’s questionable veggie soup, and half a loaf of stale bread another resident had tossed his way.

Sam had worked a late shift at the cafe, and by the time he got dinner for the rabbits he was tending upstairs in his room it was far past dinner time, so the kitchen was mostly empty and Roy was mopping the floors. Though Sam much preferred the quiet, at meal times there was an insane energy always buzzing around and usually one fight at least.

Link, the scrappy canine at Sam’s feet gave a low whine and bark. “Link.” Sam said, chastising him. Link was telling Sam a story back from his stray days, about a female dog he’d once ran across. And he was not telling the story kindly, nor politely. For a dog that Sam had found starving in an alleyway with three legs, he had a lot of crude opinions.

“He’s chatty tonight.” Roy said from the top of his mop. “Got lots to say does the wee fella?”

Sam fed Link another soup soaked piece of bread and patted his head. “The rabbits are just driving him a little stir crazy I think.”

“Rabbits?” Roy said, with a slack jaw, his mop left to drop forgotten to the floor. Sam winced at his slip up, he’d forgotten that he’d yet to tell Roy about the three rabbits that he’d found nestled behind the dumpster at work. If Roy thought Link was chatty, he should see the rabbits. The three of them could talk a mile a minute at each other nonstop.

Luckily, Sam was saved by the bell. Literally as a squealing whine pierced through the air, coming from the ceiling.

“Who used the third floor shower again!” That was Cierra who yelled out, following it up with a curse. She had been reading a magazine at the other end of the kitchen. Only two weeks ago they’d had a whole meeting about the steam from that shower causing the fire alarm to go off.

Roy frowned and pottered outside the kitchen door. “I don’t think that’s the smoke alarm hun.”

Sam paused for a moment and realised Roy was right, he’d heard enough of the smoke alarm over his ten years at The Barnyard to know it sounded deeper and less frequent. Roy pottered around trying to figure out where the sound was coming as Sam shrugged and went back to his soup. Hey, the building was old and decrepit, there was a new problem to fix every second Monday.

The sound eventually stopped, but by that point Sam had finished his soup and was washing up his dinner.

Roy reappeared with a puzzled look. “Never heard that sound in my life. It’s the most bizarre thing.” Then a phone rang. An old school landline phone mounted on the wall, it was yellow and jammed in between the fridge and a notice board. Sam he hadn’t ever noticed it before. “And I ain't had that phone ring either.” Roy wandered over to the phone with some trepidation.

Sam could only hear Roy’s side of the phone call, which contained a string of yes and I understand. Though Roy’s deepening frown was a concern. Finally Roy hung up, his face pale and ashen. “You’re all needed at 374 Wilkerson st.” He announced to a half empty kitchen, though he looked as confused as they did.

“Now?” Sam asked with a frown. “Why?”

“The Superheroes are gone.” Roy wiggled the brim of his cap, securing it in place, and he seemed to snap back into action motioning to Cierra who had wandered over. “Cierra sweetheart, I need to get a message to everyone in The Barnyard.”

She popped her gum and nodded once, “Go for it old man.” Cierra could manipulate sound, so she could amplify whatever Roy had to say, an echo of his voice reaching all corners of The Barnyard.

He cleared his throat. “Excuse me everyone. You have all just been promoted to active superheroes and are required to present yourselves at 374 Wilkerson st. immediately. There has been an attack.” He waved at Cierra to stop amplifying his voice, realising something awful. “Isn’t that where Bradley and Haven are working?” He tipped off his hat and rubbed at his balding head, he always considered most the residents at The Barnyard as his own children, and so imagining them in any danger was unbearable.

“Well, get on with you.” Roy yelled to the gathered crowd. “Get to Wilkerson st.”

Sam was one of the first to take off, he ran the three blocks to find the building had crumpled in out itself, like cardboard left out in the rain, still standing, but the walls were all bent and weak. A thick black smoke drifted out of the top storey windows up into the night sky.

He pushed the through the crowd of civilians watching on, and stood staring up at the scene, frozen to the ground. His friends were in there, probably suffering. But how could communicating with animals possible help in this situation?



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LOCATION: 374 Wilkerson St.

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The glare from a nearby streetlight was peeking through a gap the curtain as it spread across the bed. Amber groggily lifted her hand to block it from her already bleary eyes as she tried to make sense of her unfamiliar surroundings. She felt movement behind her as a slender arm wrapped around her torso, and pulled her closer. A faint murmuring from the bed’s other occupant accompanied the action as Amber lowered her arm with the aim to carefully extradite her from the embrace. As she moved unsteadily into a sitting position on the edge of the bed she glanced at the sleeping form of the women beside her, who had now turned away and wrapped herself tightly around the blanket; completely lost in her dreams.

Pulling herself to her feet she slowly made her way around the apartment and gathered up her hastily strewn clothing, doing her best to dress without disturbing her host. Fragments of the earlier evening were vying for her attention as she put the events together in some semblance of order, all the while she was trying to work out the fastest way home once she managed to leave. Flashes of a night-club, several shots and a packed dance-floor where bodies were entwined played across her eyelids as she blinked away her tiredness.

As she pulled her leather jacket over her black top Amber glanced back at the bed, admiring the pleasant view before gently pulling the covers up slightly to help tuck her back in. A half-smile curved her lips as more fragments of their frantic coupling replayed itself behind her eyes. Moving backwards she spied a half-drunk bottle of whiskey that she reached for and clasped tightly in one hand before using the other to unlock the door. Making good her escape she did her best to close the door behind her as quietly as she could but even so there was a faint snorting noise as the latch clicked into place.

Finding the nearest stairwell she began to make her descent, taking anywhere between one and three stairs at a time, with her balance wobbling unsteadily. Her temples were starting to ache, which she was chalking up to a lingering headache or early hangover as it could as easily be either. However as she finally stepped out into the cool night air, taking a quick gulp of the rough liquid from the bottle, she felt even worse as the pain seemed to be ramping up now that her endorphin levels were finally dropping.

Gritting her teeth while stumbling down the street she ducked into a nearby doorway, and tucked the bottle under her arm. Using her now free hands she reached into her jacket pockets and lifted out her lighter and crumpled packet of cigarettes. After a failed attempt to flick one out of the packet so she could pick it up with her lips she settled her pinching it out instead and stuffing the packet away as she cupped her hands against the wind. The pain seemed to be easing as she leaned back, inhaling deeply while her eyes fluttered shut. Breathing out the cloud of smoke she pushed away from the doorway and started making her way back to the Barnyard in earnest.

As she turned onto Wilkerson Street she started to feel uneasy, and had to stop by one of the street lights to take another mouthful of whiskey before continuing. Perhaps it was that she was getting closer to home or nearer to the superhero community as a whole, where usually she dreaded the thought of having to interact with yet another person with a look of disgust or pity in their eyes. She often got similar reception from most people, even the normal ones when she was in a rough state but the reasons behind their eyes were what made the difference because at least the normal community it was just that she was a drunken wreck. That didn’t hurt as much because she could just about manage disgust and pity, it was the distrust and loathing that cut her to the bone.

The thoughts left a bitterness in her mouth that even the whiskey couldn’t clear, causing her mood to darken further still. There now appeared to be a ringing in her ears to accompany the gnawing headache, and her already compromised centre of gravity seemed to be failing her entirely. As she stumbled and the bottle went tumbling from her grasp she clung onto a signpost to keep from falling.

”Slipped...whoops.” She half giggled, quickly becoming a hacking sob as she evaluated her current state.

”Ah, fuck...” looking further down the street she realised the ringing wasn’t so much in her head, just as the shaking appeared to be echoing all around her. That’s when she watched in abject horror as one of the buildings continued to collapse in almost glacial slowness. She stared for a moment before flinching as the realisation sunk in that the building was one of the workplaces for those at the Barnyard. Stumbling a little she made her way closer to where a group of people appeared to be gathering outside the rubble, that looked to be both survivors and potential saviours, though none of them appeared to be any of the actual superhero community, save for the handful of fellow rejects she could see. She did catch the glimpse of one of them dashing inside, which seemed madness to her since they'd be as likely to make it worse as to help. Amber couldn't quite remember her name, something beginning with an A she was sure, but it escaped her at that moment. Pushing through the growing crowd she moved gingerly towards one of the few people she was still on vague speaking terms with.

”Sup' Sam... erm. What's happened?” She was trying her best to strike up conversation but in the pit of her stomach she was feeling ill at the idea. As she smiled uncertainly towards to Zoolingualist she began to twitch her Zippo lighter between her fingers, making a steady clicking noise. Her fingertips were slowly shifting to a metallic hue as her nervousness increased.



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The shift at the aquarium had been interesting to say the least. She couldn't count on her hands how many times she had to gently reprimand the children for 'man-handling' the stingrays. What an ironic thing for her to be doing during her time on land. Marina couldn't even imagine what her folks would say if they could see her now. The future queen of Atlantis, protecting stingrays from six year olds. In some ways being near the aquatic life calmed her. Although seeing them trapped in a cage was rather barbaric, she had hoped that her presence eased their discomfort. She wasn't like Sam where she could hear them, but some part of her felt them, their pain - anger. Her mother always used to say, 'you are one with the sea Marina', but she mainly thought of it as bullshit.

Marina had nearly everything prepared for her nightly routine. Her bathtub was nearly filled to the brim with water and she had just finished pouring her last can of table salt in as well. Someone had finally noticed the constant disappearance of the salt from the kitchen so she began buying her own and hiding them in her bathroom cabinet. It was a bizarre sight. The one annoying part of living on land was her need for water. Not only did she have to drink nearly twice the regularly daily amount but if she didn't soak herself in salt water for an hour every day she would be sick.

She had just begun to disrobe when the most horrid sound came from nowhere in her room. She clutched her ears tightly, expecting - well everything horrible to occur when Roy's voice filled the room. "Excuse me everyone. You have all just been promoted to active superheroes and are required to present yourselves at 374 Wilkerson st. immediately. There has been an attack.” Her heart fluttered in her chest. Promoted? Attack? This was the first time they had ever been asked to do something on a larger scale. Marina couldn't deny that she was nervous, but there was an excitement to it as well. She couldn't deny that she had been waiting for something like this for a while - of course not a disaster but an opportunity.

Marina changed as quickly as she could into one of her black bodysuits that she mainly used for training as dashed out of the building to the location. When she arrived, her expression faltered as she saw the crumpling building in front of her. All of her insecurities began to slowly seep in like a ghostly chill as she hesitantly remained near the outskirts of the crowd. Suddenly she saw Sam and Emmy at the front of the crowd then to Alex as she dashed inside the building and her expression hardened. These people made her feel welcome - happy when she was alone and she refused to let them down.

Shoving throw the crowd is much easier with a determined expression amongst your face, it's almost as if those around her just understood what she needed and moved out of the way. Marina managed to burst through the front of the crowd coming out directly behind Sam and Emmy. Looking between the two she instantly noticed Emmy's anxiousness, call it- friend intuition. Marina gently placed a hand on her shoulder her eyes softening. "Hey- you got this, okay? Why don't you use that freaky touch of yours and find the survivors?" Marina knew Emmy was a bit lazy when it came to training but hell, that girl could touch a wall and tell Marina she was taking a bath. It was amazing. Her friend just needed a little faith, which Marina had plenty of. She turned to Sam briefly, "I'm going to try and put out that fire before it gets worse" and with a nod of her head she was off dashing around the perimeter of the building. Thankfully on the left side there was a bright red fire hydrant just waiting for her to use. "Alright water, don't let me down now" She muttered as she extended her hand towards the hydrant, flexing her fingers. Deep within her chest she could feel a rumble, like a thousand waves crashing at once and suddenly the hydrant began to shake. Marina pushed harder with her mind and suddenly a screw popped off the side, then another as tiny streams of water began to shoot out of the cracks. Her hands began to shake and with a small cry she flung her hands upward promptly exploding the fire hydrant. If she wouldn't have been so caught up in the task at hand she would've jumped for joy but there was no time for celebration.

As the water shot out of the hole in the ground Marina trained her hand on it and with a flick of her wrist directed it towards the flames slowly licking away at the building. She couldn't help the toothy grin that appeared on her face as she watched the water begin to eat the flames. I'm really doing it, oh thank Triton.

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Turns out Kat didn’t need to know the exact address, 374 Wilkerson was easy to find as the smoke, debris and gathered crowd was a giveaway. She slowed down her motorbike, and rode it through the crowded, pumping the gas so it made that deep rumbly sound that always made people get the fuck out of the way. She pulled up her bike, threw off her motorbike helmet and strutted over to the line of terrified looking preteens. She sized them up. It wasn’t hard to tell they were the superheroes she was looking for. God help New York City, being in their care.

“Are you sorry lot superheroes or bystanders?” She looked to the surfer girl behind her working to put out the fire behind her. “At least one of you rejects has some initiative.”

Out of her back pocket she pulled out a crumple sheet of paper she’d been handed at the airport. Of course, she did this without removing her hands from her jacket pockets, she used her telekinesis power instead. The paper, floating in front of her unfolded seemingly on its own and allowed her to scan its contents, a list of The Barnyard residents, with their powers and notes from their examination.

“Um, it’s the Mad Fairy.” Kat’s eyes snapped from the page to the tall man on her right, and she had to do a double take. No way had that mild, timid voice come from a guy that large. She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s, ah, what they’re saying at least.” He pointed skyward to the crows circling the building.

She looked back to floating paper to find his name. “Sampson Whitworth. Our very own Dr. Doolittle.” Quickly scanning the powers of the residents, Kat started formulating her plan, as she’d been involved with catching Tatianna Rovoski, for her third and fifth capture, she had some experience in the area. “She can only teleport where she can see.” Last time they’d tracked her in the darkness with night vision, the lack of technology was only the first issue with that plan. They’d just have to do the opposite this time and blind her with too much light. “Where’s Haven LeClaire?”

Sam answered again in his timid voice, pointing to the doors of the building. “In there.”

“Of course she is.” Kat cracked the knuckles in her right hand then turned to the brunette. “Okay then. Emerson Blackburn? You and Whitworth are on survivor duty, use those sensing powers of your to sense where they are. And, I want every single rodent and bug in that building looking for people. If you find Haven or that bat-shit crazy fairy you radio me.”
Using her telekinesis she pulled a walkie talkie out of her back pack and floated it in the air between the pair.

She glanced over the Noah, next, scanning his details on her sheet. “Morris. You go with them. There is currently billions of dollars of metal tech lying crushed in that building. I’m sure you’ll find a way to make yourself useful.”

Lucky last, she looked over Amber and could smell the alcohol reeking off her. Kat had little use for her, even before she glanced over her extensive file, taking up a good third of the sheet. “And you can just go home. I have no need for drunk little girls.” She dismissed her without a second glance.

Kat only took two steps though before a sharp pain pierced through her temples. She’d suffered broken bones and third degree burns with little more than grunts, but this pain was strong enough to knock her down to her knees, causing her to screw her eyes closed trying to block it out. She could hear screams around her as the same pain infected everyone around. The pain couldn’t have lasted more than 30 seconds before disappearing as suddenly as it appeared. Kat got to her feet with a groan, now more pissed off than ever. She yelled after the group of rejects, “And find out what the hell that was!”

Kat jogged over to where Marina was working to contain the flames. The big external ones had mostly died. “Good.” She said looking up at the building. “When you’re done with that, head inside and deal with the little fires in there.”

Finally taking her hands out of her pockets, she shrugged off her jacket looking up at the building. Now was her time to get to work, she stretched her neck from side to side. She held out her hands towards the building knowing she was going to need every ounce of power she had to make sure the building stayed upright long enough to get the survivors out. This wouldn’t have been a tough ask five years ago, when she was one top of her game. But now, it was probably impossible but she was going to give it her best go.


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Sam looked up to see Alex approaching. She was cool, confident and always sure of herself and so he looked to her with a lost look. “Alex, I don’t-“ As he was speaking she was reaching up to pat his shoulder but they both froze mid action as a scream tore itself away from the crumbling building. And then he saw Doctor Grant, compassionate and unable to say no to any person suffering, she dashed inside without thinking of her own safety for even a moment. His yell after her died in his throat, she wouldn’t listen.

”Sup' Sam... erm. What's happened?” He turned around to look down at Amber who had appeared by his side. He froze, biting his lip and looking towards the building. Of course, he knew the history between Brad and Amber, he’d been in their year at the Academy and knew all the gossip, even if Brad refused to talk about any of it. Brad had been determined to avoid a reunion when he'd moved in. Back then though, Brad was only going to be sleeping on his floor for a couple nights, two weeks at most. He's managed to avoid his high school ex for 8 months.

Surely she had a right to know he could be seriously injured in there. “In there-" He paused and looked back to the building. There was a definite chance that Brad could be dead, but even then, Sam was sure he’d want his secrets kept. He was definitely the type of guy who was intending on going to the grave with his secrets.

Luckily, he was saved from responding, by Emmy. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?" He looked down at her with a soft gaze, his heart breaking to see her so unsure of herself. She was always so confident and peppy, he was the quiet one. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders but was saved from response by Marina, who appeared to give the pep talk before dashing off bravely, his heart hammered for her safety.

Sam straightened up, ready to be brave when a roar of a motorbike cut through the crowd. A woman a few years older than him strutted over. Clearly, she was sent from some high power, she knew everything about them and was way more battle ready that Sam was.

Happy to follow orders and avoid all leadership Sam nodded to her instructions. He grabbed the radio she hovered in the air in front of him and ran toward the building, pausing for a moment to give Emmy a reassuring smile. “She has to know what she’s talking about right?”

Sam walked into the building, to his left, what looked like it used to be a water cooler was crushed in the corner leaving the entire floor is a puddle of water, the destruction turned Sam’s stomach. A moth fluttered from out of the debris, his hurried comments assaulting Sam’s ear. Talking to animals, and calming them down was something he could do, and he felt a little of his confidence return. “Hey there, little man.” He cooed holding out a hand for the moth to land on. “You’re okay.” The moth fluttered its wings. “Yeah, I know it’s a bit crazy right now. Look, we need to find the survivors, I need you help.” The moth flapped its wings twice and rose into the air. “And can you spread the word if you see any more moths.”

Sam watched the moth take off, up through the cracks in the unstable ceiling. He took a deep breathe, if the moth could be brave so could he. He ran for the double wide stairs to the second storey that were on his right. “Haven? Brad?” He froze on the second step as an unbearable pain descended upon him. It passed momentarily, but he knew that pain for what it was, Brad's powers. Which meant Brad was alive somewhere in this building, and not in a good way. He was now more determined to search this building from top to bottom.



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Alex was starting to think that maybe she should have thought before running into the building. The floor had caved in in places, and in others, there were piles of rubble that Alex had to clamber over. She'd lost her footing and had slipped down a particularly large pile, catching her thigh on something on the way down. The wound didn't seem to be too deep, but she was afraid it wasn't clean. Gritting her teeth, she willed the blood already seeping out of the wound to speed up, to flow heavier. As soon as she was sure that the dirt and debris was out of the wound, the blood flow stopped and instead began to clot. Picking her feet, slow and steady, she made her way through the building. Somebody stumbled out of an adjacent room, making Alex jump and almost lose her balance. The woman was dressed in a shirt and skirt, but appeared to be wielding a part of a desk as a weapon. Alex threw her hands up.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded and brandished the desk leg threateningly. She was limping, and there was blood trickling out of a cut on her forehead. "My name's Alex, I'm here to help. Are you okay? I can take a look at that if you want," she asked. The woman didn't look so sure, but she at least lowered the table leg. Alex made her way over to her and gently put her fingers either side of the woman's cut. It clotted as soon as Alex's hand touched her face. The woman's hand reached up to touch the wound.

"Wow. Are you-"
"You need to get out of here, okay? Back that way, you'll be able to get out. Be careful, okay?" She ordered, turning and working her way further into the building. She hadn't gotten terribly far when her vision went black, and she experienced pain like she never had before. She felt herself sink to her knees, but she couldn't focus on anything other than the pain. And then, just like that, it faded. Alex was on her knees, leaning against a wall. Pain like that only came from one source.

"Brad?" She called, taking into as much of a run as she could manage, which was a bit of a lopsided jog. Well, at least he was alive. That was something.


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A few people seemed to arrive all at once. Amber, drunk. Noah could smell the alcohol off of her and he wasn't even standing beside her. Then Emmy, clearly terrified, and as lost as Noah felt. Marina arrived, the only one who seemed to be able to help. Noah felt even more useless, seeing how helpful she was. And then a woman appeared, one that instinctively made Noah want to shrink into himself even more. From what he could ascertain, she appeared to be taking charge of the situation. She addressed him, but because she wasn't looking at him directly, reading her lips was difficult, and he just had to guess that she wanted them to follow Sam. Which is what he wanted to do. He jogged to catch up with them as they entered the building.

He glanced over at Emmy. "What's her problem?" He signed to her, confident that the scary woman wouldn't be able to understand him. Sam had a... conversation with a moth, which was a little weird to see, but he was more than used to it if he was honest. The pain that overwhelmed them for a few seconds terrified Noah. For a second, he thought that it was just him, that there was something wrong with him. He looked at Sam, who had frozen. It then hit him that he was supposed to be going to the basement, not upstairs with the others.

"I need to go to the basement. I... I don't want to go alone," he admitted, looking between them. Because he didn't know what else was out there, and wasn't sure that he could quite manage to do it by himself. But Sam seemed so determined to search the building. "I'll be fine, don't worry," he recovered. "Look after yourselves."

He turned and headed back down the stairs, slowly, slowly, watching every step. He found a door to the stairwell, but it was locked. He closed his eyes, feeling for the lock inner workings. He manipulated them into place and twisted the door handle, grinning. He couldn't do many things, but he was a handy lockpick if nothing else. He took a deep breath, staring down the stairs.

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Sam had turned to look at her following her greeting however the reaction didn’t fill her with much confidence, what with his expression taking on a very ‘deer in the headlights’ vibe as far as she could tell. Though it wasn’t exactly like they spoke on a regular basis or anything but there had definitely been an increased feeling of detachment, almost as if Sam had avoiding her or something for the past several month. She dismissed her worries when he finally started to speak, and chalked his uncertainty as being more to do with their current situation than anything else; but what did it really matter if yet another person distrusted her?

“In there-" he began as he looked back towards the building, though the rest of his words faded as one of the other residents of the Barnyard stepped up beside them. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?". Amber tilted her head slightly to look at the other girl, whose name she couldn’t quite remember, while the sudden change of movement caused her head to swim and her eyes going a little unfocused. She missed the lamppost she’d used earlier, much better than keeping herself stable. She could definitely understand the uncertainty radiating off the girl, was her name Emery… no… Emma? Either way just diving headlong into danger when actual Superheroes were supposed to be dealing with it almost felt like suicide as far as she was concerned. They’d been flunked from the program for a reason after all, and it wasn’t like they’d suddenly been called into active duty or anything. That would be a terrible, terrible idea.

While she was mulling over the absurdity of pitching in to help another resident, who again she couldn’t quite place, but vaguely remembered some mention of hydrokinetic abilities. She half lifted her hand to take a stabilising drink while the two women she couldn’t place engaged in conversation before remembering her hands were empty and the bottle was lying smashed several feet away. Her suspicions were confirmed as the other strange ran to the side of the building where she looked to be calling on water from nearby a fire hydrant in an effort to reduce the growing blaze.

The sound of a roaring motorbike engine caused her to look round as the crowd parted, and a rather irate looking woman stepped into a view while removing their helmet. “Are you sorry lot superheroes or bystanders?” Amber struggled a little with that given that she knew there ought to be actual superheroes due to the scene of something like this and what she remembered of their training it was usually more of a hindrance to try helping out. As the woman began reading off their names, and barking orders for each of the Barnyard residents the feeling that she was clearly missing something began to gnaw at Amber.

She’d zoned out a little before noticing that Sam and couple of the others was heading into the building while the strange woman appeared to be giving Amber a momentary appraisal. “And you can just go home. I have no need for drunk little girls.” Amber flinched as if struck, her face twisting half in confusion before quickly being replaced by indignation. She half admitted, if only to herself, that it made a change to hear someone being direct with her for once, though her eyes still flared with anger. Her lip curled into a drunken smile as she raised her finger in an attempt to lecture this stranger, being entirely certain that her next words would be a perfectly crafted snarky retort which would leave them dumbstruck.

The women, entirely oblivious to this, had instead finished dismissing Amber and began to make her way into the building. Amber watched in confusion as she winced and fell to her knees before she felt a wave of sudden agony ripple through every nerve in her body. She stumbled backwards, her balanced failing as the tumbled onto her backside, spreading out her palms against the rough concrete to ease her landing. Her eyes had closed with the pain while her flesh and clothes were starting to slowly shift to match the dark grey material at her fingertips; though as the change spread, she bit her lip as the pain shifted sensation before fading. ”That felt awfully familiar.” She muttered to herself, a faint smile pursing her lips.

Grunting a little as she pushed herself back onto her feet, she heard the new arrival shout, “And find out what the hell that was!” in the general direction of the building before jogging over to help deal with the external fires. Amber glared at the woman’s retreating back, willing her eyes to bore holes through her skull, but as expected nothing happened.

It had been a few years since she’d made a complete absorption like this and the alcohol in her system wasn’t making it any easier, but the fogginess in her head was a great deal lessened now that she was entirely made of stone, or stone-like material at any rate. Her own steps were rather slow as she felt incredibly stiff and every part of her simply wanted to remain stationary, but with each she could feel her limbs starting to loosen up and begin to work as intended.
After entering the crumbling building she looked around to see if any of the others were in sight but it appeared they had all went further inside in search of survivors.

Uncertain of exactly where would be the most help she headed to where the structure appeared most unstable, her reasoning being that if nothing else she could at least attempt on making sure it didn’t collapse entirely. As she slowly worked her way through the ground floor she did her best to heft rubble to the sides in order to clear a way through. She found her way towards an open stairwell that was leading down towards the basement, and spying a door sitting ajar she began to descend in search of survivors.

”Anyone trapped down there?” Her voice had taken on a rather gravelly tone to it, and even if she was feeling a good deal more sober there was still a faint slur to her words.



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"I need to go to the basement. I... I don't want to go alone," Sam paused with a foot on the first stair going upwards looking back at Noah. He wanted to find his friends, see they were safe for himself. But wasn’t an action hero, he was the guy who nurtured scared things. So he turned to follow him before being waved off by Noah. "I'll be fine, don't worry. Look after yourselves."

It only took Sam watching two of Noah’s slow, timid steps to make up his mind. With a nervous swallow he followed him down into the darkness of the crumbling stairwell, towards an unknown basement. “We should stick together.” He paused, if that what real superheroes do? “I think?”

Sam was only a step behind Noah, as he came to locked door, using his powers to open the lock. At first everything inside was dark, an inky blackness that consumed all the light making it impossible to make out any shapes but the stairs leading down. Noah went first and Sam followed behind, his hand trailing the wall for a light switch.

“Lights, lights,” he murmured to himself as his hand grazed a spider web. The light from the doorway illuminated a hairy black mass, plucking at its silvery web. “Where?” He asked the spider who plucked away at the webs it perched on its way of communicating. On the left around the corner.

Sam followed the spider’s instructions into complete darkness, his and Noah’s feet tapping against the concrete were the only sounds. His hand came to rest on a box sticking out of the wall. With a little bit of fiddling around he found he switch, drowning out the basement in a wash of white, fluorescent light. He had to blink several times before he could focus on anything. In front of him were rows upon rows of shelving units, full of unused or discarded electrical equipment. The basement made of concrete seemed relatively untouched by the destruction above, only a few shelves had fallen down in the aftershocks.

“Hard to believe all the damage upstairs.” He said with a feathery laugh stemming from his nerves. He wandered down one row, his eyes scanning the shadows as he clambered over a fallen shelf that had scattered it’s content across the floor.

“Anyone trapped down there?” Sam’s head snapped up gazing through the shelves towards the door expecting a real superhero but seeing Amber instead. She was perched on the bottom step.

Sam knowing Noah wouldn't of heard her decided to speak up. “Just me and Noah.” Sam called back waving her in, glad of the backup, before continuing on in his exploration.

Then he stopped short and his blood froze in his veins. “What?” His voice was a whisper that echoed across the concrete flooring of the basement. Explosives. Several long tubes haphazardly taped together with brown masking tape lay scattered across the floor. A long thin fuse snaked between them. Connecting them to a small silver box with wires poking in and out.

“Noah! Amber!” He called out, his voice choked and thin, too panicked to realise Noah wouldn't of heard him. “It’s,” Sam didn’t know what it was, why hadn’t these gone off this with the others. He wasn’t an explosives guy, he didn’t know how much stuff it took to level a building like this, but surely The Mad Fairy would have used all the explosives she had.

There was a sound of a bit of metal scraping the concrete behind him, and Sam spun around, a flash of green grabbing his attention. “She’s here. The- The Mad Fairy.” There was another flash of green that he could just make up as he squinted through a shelving unit stacked with computer mouses. He didn’t see her again but he could tell she was stalking the down the rows and rows and shelves, the clacking of her heels echoed through the room. He swallowed hard, all of a sudden realisation struck him. It was a trap, the first explosion lured the last of the superheroes here, and now with the second, she was going to finish them off.



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Noah had been prepared to do it by himself, but was still incredibly glad when Sam followed him down, exhaling a little of the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. He hadn't an idea what he was walking in to, and he was glad that he wasn't facing in to it alone either. Noah was just scanning the room when Sam found the light switch, plunging them all into light. Noah had to blink for a few seconds to get his bearings. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or terrified when he saw how intact everything was. It appeared that Sam had the same thought, but Noah just smiled. The sheer about of equipment was making him nervous. He wasn't quite sure that he had the strength to deal with all of his. Sam would have to help with carrying some of it out. Noah scanned the equipment, identifying the most useful and valuable.

He wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings and had started to sort through a shelf of electronics. Some of it was burned out or severely outdated. A few things appeared to have been torn apart or dismantled and discarded. He frowned, sorting through it. Wires had been pulled out of it. But... why?

Sam said something, and Noah turned to look at him, about to ask him to repeat it. And then he saw it. The wires that had gone missing... forming what looked like a detonator for a bomb. Noah's blood ran cold. Then something green flashed past his vision. He didn't need to hear what Sam said to know what he meant. The Mad Fairy.

"You need to get out of here," he whispered. He didn't even think to acknowledge Haven's presence. They needed to get out. "Radio for back-up, and get out. I can... try and do something with it." He looked at them and forced a grin. "It's fine, I have steady hands." They probably didn't have time to worry about The Mad Fairy herself. She was a distraction to lure them in further. If he could dismantle or disrupt, he'd give them time to deal with her.

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Amber continued to slowly edge her way down the dimly lit stairs, each step creaking underfoot as her now increased weight started to present a problem. As she pushed open the door at into the bright light of a storage room, seemingly piled high with shelves upon shelves of junk in various states of disrepair.

Her attention shifted as Sam’s voice called out to her from over to her side. “Just me and Noah" As he waved her into the room she scrunched her face a little as she did her best to picture who Noah was, and seeing him a little further down the shelves did jog her memory a smidge. She turned to Sam and started to ask him a question as she walked closer with her still several steps away and her process slow as she was wary of the crumbling building in general; and her new form may provide her greater survivability in the event of a collapse it was now much more likely to cause one.

”Sam… Before, did the wave of pain feel familiar to you?” Her tone was more curious than accusatory, though there was a faint hint of hope to her words. However instead of responding to her query as expected Sam, as he’d returned to searching the basement seemed to freeze in his tracks and turn suddenly in the direction of Noah, with a worried glance back towards Amber as well. “Noah! Amber! It’s… She’s here. The- The Mad Fairy.”

She looked past Sam and Noah to where there looked to be a collection of tubes and wires, mismatched and tangled with packing tape. It looked suspiciously like a bomb; and given that the Mad Fairy was involved, it could end up causing all manner of chaos and harm. As all three of them were already standing well within the blast radius it was unlikely to do much good for them to flee, which Amber thought was probably the whole point of the attack. Though the Mad Fairy had probably been hoping to take out some actual superheroes rather than the washed out failures she’d ended up with, she might still get one or two though.

"You need to get out of here, radio for back-up, and get out. I can... try and do something with it." Noah looked over at them with a grin on his face that clearly looked forces as far as Amber could tell "It's fine, I have steady hands."

She was looking back and forth between between the assortments of explosives that took up a rather large portion of the basement and the slightly nervous looking guy with supposedly steady hands. ”If that thing goes off, I don’t think it’ll matter.” She glanced down at the dull greyness that permeated her very core, flexing her hands as she clicked her tongue for a moment. There was still a faint hint of slur in her voice as she spoke, though the gravel sound of grinding stone masked the majority of it. ”If the worst happened I might be able to shield you both from the blast, but I’d be as likely to be shattered like the rest of the foundation down here… Either that or we try for the Fairy and she springs a trap that gets us anyway." Somewhere far above them there seemed to be a growing rumble of shifting stone and metal, which was causing dust to spiral from the ceiling of the basement as it's walls gently shook. Clearly even without the impending explosion the rest of the building would come down sooner rather than later, but if they could extend that a little it worth a shot.

She half-smiled, her earlier chastising from the 'actual' superhero coming to mind as she looked over at Noah. "May as well try and work your magic, kid. But we’re stayin’. Right, Sam?”