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Amariah Conner

A miracle by her own right, she has taken on the abilities of her infamous mother, Jaz.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FizzGig

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Growing up, there were stories that my dad used to tell me about a man and woman who were trying to save the world. I always loved to sit and listen to him talk. I still do, to this day. Every night it was something different, some new grand adventure. The pair fell in love, defeated the ultimate enemy, and the last story he told me was how, in the end, they ended up creating something more precious than any cause they'd ever fought for.

Me.

Now, I didn't really take this seriously, not at first. Then I started noticing that strange things were beginning to happen around me. The power would suddenly short out when I tried to flip on a light switch, and when I got really angry, or really upset, or even happy, the air around me would feel charged, and my hair (frizzy enough as it is) would get fluffy and staticky. Soon, I realized I could move metal objects without having to touch them, and that was when things really started to sink in.

Perhaps my parents' stories weren't as made up as I'd originally thought.

Mom finally sat down with me, shared a little bit of what her life had been like before she met my dad. She told me that the abilities I had were because they were abilities that had been built into her, that they were dangerous, but a gift, and ones that needed to be used wisely.

I've set out to learn more about my parents' past. It's my legacy, and even though I have no idea where it's going to take me...

...I'm excited to go.

So begins...

Amariah Conner's Story

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The sound of a motorcycle engine rumbled up the drive as Amariah drove down Main Street towards Gambit's Bar. With nothing but a courderoy backpack strapped to her back, she looked like she wasn't going to be going very far that day.

She drove into the lot, cutting the engine and kicking up the stand before swinging her leg over the back, and removing her helmet. She set it to hang off of the handlebar of the Mitsubishi, pleased as she looked over the lovely trinket her father had helped her purchase not a few months before.

She glanced back over her shoulder towards the bar, her hair hanging in fiery curls around her cheeks. Soft, amber eyes warmed as she smiled with anticipation, hiking up the straps of her bookbag before ascending the stairs and walking inside.

So, this was where her parents spoke for the first time. How interesting.

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She padded over to the bar counter, glancing around the empty room before running her hand over the smooth, aged surface. They'd met here, spoken for the first time, but had been quickly wrapped into a dangerous escapade as the enemy closed in from all sides.

The images that her mind had created flew like a silent film, and she felt the barest hint of goosebumps beginning to chill her.

No bar tender seemed to be on duty, but she did find computers for automatic orders, so she ambled over to one of them, poked at an order for coke, and then perched in the chair, her bag in her lap as she waited for the drink to be brought.

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Amariah glanced up, eyes wide as she watched the young man walk in. A smile broke out over her features, followed by a small laugh.

"Why are you apologizing? I just walked in. No big deal."

She slipped her hands into her pockets, leaning back on the bar stool as she struggled to withdraw something from the linty depths. Nothing was forthcoming. She must have thrown her change into the front pocket of her courderoy bag.

"I think..I ordered Coke on this thing." she told Zekil, frowning as if unsure. When Shan Valk came in, she looked towards the figure and smiled. There was a youthful innocence to the way she greeted strangers.

"I'm glad people showed up." she said with another small laugh. "It's no fun being someplace by yourself."

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Amariah accepted the coke into both hands, her lips wrapping around the straw as she gazed at the other sullen figure with a single lifted brow.

"Long day?"

She startled when the figure flew out of the wall and landed with a crash on the table. Her drink spilled a bit, and she took care to suck some of the soda from her fingertips as she set the drink down and jogged lightly over to wear the man lay.

She wrapped her hand around the scythe, gave it a tug, and pulled it free from the floor boards. "You okay?" she asked, offering the man a hand up. As normal as the girl looked, she didn't seem to be phased by the sudden, odd entrance.

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"Looks like you need to practice landing." Amariah said, lifting her hand up and rubbing the back of her neck. Interesting. He healed quickly, kinda like she did, but she admittedly couldn't mend her own clothing quite as nicely as he could. Neither could her mother, as a matter of fact. Both of them were horrid seamstresses.

"This place is so neat." she said as she turned away from Brian to survey the bar. "Lots of different people. It's incredible." Made so much sense that her parents would have met in a Pandora's Box like Gambits. "You want something to drink?" she asked the young man, looking back over her shoulder at him.

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"I can see that." Amariah replied, glancing at the drink in his hand. That hadn't been there before.

"Well," she added. "So long as you're alright, I'm going to go back and sit." She backtracked, glancing behind her, and plopped into her seat next to Shan Valk. Not long after, Flandre took a seat next to her.

Amariah sipped at her drink, continuing to people-watch, and looked as happy as a clam.

Being an adult was so damn exciting!

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When the drink in her hands was sadly emptied, she turned to set the glass on the counter, sliding off of the bar stool and meandering her way over to one of the empty tables nearby. On the way, she accidentally brushed shoulders with Skylar, and immediately turned to offer a soft apology before giving him a quick smile and moving on.

From out of her bag she withdrew a spiral bound, and tossed it onto the table surface before removing her pen. It slipped from her fingers, threatening to fall from the floor before it suddenly stopped, floating for just a moment before it lifted and set itself down on top of the notebook.

Amused, Amariah sat down at the table, resting her chin on top of her hands as the pen stood upright, and began to pirouette around the table.

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Fortunately for Skylar, the young woman hadn't taken notice of his first look, or his initial double-take. She was enamored with disemboweling her ball-point pen with the unique magnetic capabilities she'd had since she was a small child. The inkwell was removed, floating aimlessly around her head as she began to slowly put the pen back together.

Neon's sudden entrance startled her so badly that all of the pieces and parts of her little pen went flying in every which direction.

"Oh, shit. Duck!" She cried, flying to her feet as the cartridge sailed towards Adrian's head, with the inkwell flying off in some other vague direction. The tip threatened to ping off of the back of Skylar's jacket, and, when the proverbial dust had settled, she heaved a sigh and began to walk around to look for the parts of her pen.

"Only one I had too," she muttered.

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She managed to retrieve the ink-well, and was about to shift to her knees to look underneath one of the booths when Skylar approached her with the cap of the pen. She looked up, over her shoulder, though she was still on her knees, and smiled wide.

"Oh, I appreciate that. I think I hit you with it too." She grimaced as she stood, dusting off the knees of her jeans before turning back to face him, and holding her hand out so he could put the pen tip there.

The innocent jibe had her blushing, but she played it off as she took the ink well and slipped it into the pen tip. "That's the general idea." she admitted, the smile fading to a look of surprise as he started to meander in search of her pen pieces.

"Oh, jeez, you don't have to ... ugh." With a shake of her head, she tossed her pen pieces onto the table before trotting after Skylar.

"I'm Amariah, by the way." she said as she caught up with him from behind.

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Amariah watched his eyes, smiling as they flickered all over the place, everywhere except to meet her gaze. Biting her lower lip, she crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly to one side, simply observing him. She listened to him speak, of course, but she couldn't help noticing how nervous he was.

Funny, she'd never made anyone nervous before.

She reached out to touch his elbow for a moment, holding up a hand to have him wait before she laid her hand on the chair nearest her, and held out her hand.

The missing pieces glided through the air from their various spots, collecting in the palm of her hand as she gave a happy little sigh.

"Forgot I could do that." she said a bit sheepishly.

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She obstinately began to reassemble the pen by hand, glancing up to Skylar's face with a nearly hesitant smile. "Meta-human?" she asked, her eyes narrowing momentarily before she refocused on the pen. "Uh, I guess so. It isn't so much telepathy as it is...manipulating metal. I'm kinda like a magnet."

With a click, the pen was in one piece, and she twirled it proudly in one hand as she returned her gaze to Skylar. "I can sense metal in the room, and move it without touching it. I have some electricity manipulation talents too, but I dont' like using those as much. They tend to get a little out of hand."

She made a face, glancing back to the table she'd set her things at. "Wanna sit with me?" she asked. It was starting to get late. She'd need to head out soon, but she was willing to stay a little past her normal hours for this guy.

He was sweet. That was for sure."

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She had drawn her knees up, and was gazing at him while periodically playing with her pen. It wasn't so much a nervous tick as it was a boundless supply of energy. As he posed the question, she paused to think, leaning forward and resting her chin on top of her knee.

"The only laws they have now just make sure we don't use our abilities to hurt others, kind of in the same way they have laws to regulate against man made weapon use." She shrugged. "Overall, I don't mind it. I haven't had anyone bother me about what I can do."

Yet. There was another figure in the bar, a nondescript fellow who was calmly drinking his beer, who had been following her all afternoon. He was of no consequence or threat now.

She smiled a little wider, almost as if confused. "But you live here, so you'd know that much right? Or do you come from somewhere outside of Wing City?"

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"Neat!" she replied with genuine enthusiasm. "My parents did a lot of moving around in their younger years. Before they had me, in fact. I'm actually going to a handful of the landmarks they visited, trying to walk in the past, if you will." she bit her lip, glancing from one side to the other almost comically before leaning forward and gesturing for him to lean closer.

"You know they met here? For the first time?" she whispered excitedly. "Gives me goosebumps thinking about it."

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She laughed, a blush coloring her cheeks as she reached across the table to clasp one of his larger hands in the both of her smaller ones.

"I adore my parents." she said, and that adoration was reflected in the hue of her amber-colored eyes. "Dad used to tell me stories about all of the great things they did. Saving the world, going on adventures. I wanted to see where some of that happened first hand." She realized that she was still grasping his hand, and patted the back of it affectionately.

"But, yes, it seems we're meeting here for the first time too. I've heard that Gambits can be a myriad of different social hubs."

The blush had faded, but her smile didn't. She pulled her hands back and wrapped her arms around her knees. "My mom has the same abilities as I do. I got them from her. Dad just knows how to ..." she giggled. "...kick ass. Mom told him to never put that on his resume."

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Her smile faded, eyes rounding as she looked past Skylar before meeting the man's eyes again. "Sure!" She hoped he wasn't going to come out and show her something weird. He was such a nice guy, and she didn't really want for him to do or say anything that'd dampen her opinion of him.

She thought her dad would like him too, and that came as a shocker even to her.

"What sort of secret do you have in your pocket?" she stage-whispered. The phrase, of course, was purely metaphorical.

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Amariah smiled wide.

"I took apart my pen with my mind, and threw one of the pieces at you, and you think you're crazy?" She scooted the artifact closer to herself, peering down at it as her fingertips gently turned it in a full circle. She was afraid to pick it up, not knowing what its value might be, and delicately scooted it back across the table to him.

"It's interesting. I'd ask you to show me how it works, but then this would turn into one of those cheesy movies where all we'd do is try to figure out how to get to our proper time." The smile faded as she gazed at him a bit more curiously.

"The past, huh?" she reitterated, obviously fascinated. "Twenty years is before I was born. That's...wow. Does that mean there's a second you wandering around here somewhere?"

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Speaking of time...

She glanced down at the digital watch on her arm, her eyes widening with surprise as her legs unfolded, and she quickly got to her feet. "I gotta go." she told him quickly, the look in her eyes making it plain that she certainly didn't want to run off on him so suddenly. She reached to grasp his hand again with one of hers, her smile kind as she squeezed his fingers.

"Thank you so much for helping me find my pen." she said with a short laugh. "God, figures that I'd meet a nice guy and have a damn curfew."

She dropped his fingers, offering him a slight wave before she turned and headed for the door. As she approached the doorway, she glanced back to him, smiling and waving before ducking outside.

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And the woman he was looking for came exploding into the bar in a flurry of movement, nearly tripping over her own feet before she paused, collected herself, and stood straight and tall. She didn't know why she'd come running back to this place, perhaps on the off-chance that maybe...just maybe...

Yes!

"Skylar!" Amariah called excitedly, all but scampering over to him and skidding to a stop in front of his table. She hesitated, taking a breath before letting it out in a rush.

"Did you ever go home, back to your time I mean. What did you say? Did you talk to that professor of yours?"

She plopped into the nearest seat, her eyes wide. She seemed really excited about something.

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"Flustered? Oh! Oh, yeah. I'm fine." And she was! She'd merely discovered something while she was traveling around in the Dark Woods earlier that afternoon. "I'm just excited. I apologize ahead of time, things got a little crazy while you were gone."

She sat back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment as she tilted her head back towards the ceiling.

"Mmm sugar rush. I'm tired now. Heh."

Apparently, the girl was rather comfortable with Skylar.

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"I, well.." Amariah sat forward, folding her arms on the table and resting her chin on top of her arms. She regarded Skylar through her lashes, brow furrowing just a little as the carefree smile faded, replaced with a genuine, but only mild look of concern.

"I could have sworn some guy was following me." she told him. "Just some random person. I'd never seen him before in my life, but it was like...everywhere I was, so was he. I finally managed to give him the runaround when I ducked into the Gardens, and then I ran like mad hell here." She glanced towards the doorway.

"So far, looks like I duped him good."

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