4. Leah
Hesabit
Getting out there.
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On the way to the leviathan you stumble into ________.
Literally stumble into - you run about as well as a drunk person drives, enthusiastically but without much skill as more than one parked car can attest. She's no more than a mouthful nestled in a cardboard wrapper and surrounded by a throne of trash and slowly bleeding out. You stepped on her arm and broke it badly, but it's not the worst of her wounds. Half a grubby leg is simply gone, nothing more than a charred stub, and the coppery tang of blood has soaked through her shirt and caked itself on the ground. Beneath the grime she's shivering and unnaturally pale. She doesn't shriek when you thrust your hideous visage inquisitively above hers and give her an inquisitive sniff. She's not conscious. She is, however, alive. Deliciously so. A tendril sinks into her skin, and then another, and although the process takes seconds and the pain must be excruciating she never opens her eyes.
A connection is made.
You wake up.
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Leah Lacroix
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You wake up feeling bloated. Not just full, stuffed to the point of suffering. It's a very nostalgic feeling. Hobos don't usually feel full, teenage hobos doubly so.
It's also the sort of feeling that'd drive a girl to bulimia or drink or whatever it is teens who have less to worry about than their next meal do, and you immediately throw yourself to the side of the road blargh right there in broad daylight, feeling like you're about to toss not only your cookies, but your milk and cheerios too. God. You thought you couldn't feel embarrassed anymore, but here you are, cheeks heating because you're in public, because you told them you didn't need minding, because, because, because, the usual litany. You grimly try to hold it in: someone's probably going to call the pigs on you, and Fred's going to have such a shit fit, but to your consternation you retch and the beginning of what feels like an entire human being scrapes itself out of your throat.
It takes a while because - and here your brain mercifully short circuits before coming back online - because
Um.
It's a suit of armor? Coming out of your mouth? Kind of crumpled up and squished but. Yeah. Suit of armor. Real icky looking too, like not a knight-in-shining armor, or dark knight sort of look at all.
What the heck.
Is this a dream? You pinch yourself, but before the pain registers you realize that something's off. There's the smell of smoke in the air. And a sound - screaming, far off, nothing strange, but also different, this is New York, but you don't hear the honking horns or the just this weird pitchy thrum and a bass roar like a subway station but far off.
Almost unwillingly you look up.
There's a hole in the sky.
And it's raining motherfucking gosh darnit aliens.
You promptly lose your cool scream.
This is a mistake. Either drawn by your shrill noisehole or simply on their way, smaller aliens start raining down on your position, each impact raising a small cloud of pulverized concrete. They're armed too, you realize belatedly as the ground next to your feet explodes. Another hits the ground right next to you and instead of killing you, opens its facemask and screams directly in your face.
You punch his (her?) ugly mug out of sheer horrified reflex. Fred keeps telling you to aim lower, but that's not something you can do very well, just yet, you mostly do things out of instinct.
There's not much force behind your meager punch, but your hand seems to have a mind of its own, and promptly sinks into the alien, taking out, or absorbing, half its lower jaw. You're not sure who's more surprised by your spontaneous display of superpowers, but you do know who's more surprised by the blow from behind because the searing heat that slams into your back and sends you crashing to the ground comes seriously out of nowhere.
You whimper as your vision shutters and you once again wake up.
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Damien
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Well.
That was interesting.
You get up, muscles rearranging themselves, biomass decompressing and exploding outwards even as another round burns itself into your back, explodes and sends you end over end and finally into a wall. If not for the fact this is a preset form there'd be no way you could shift your physiology so quickly to become combat effective. You have a lot of questions, but those can wait. Leah had the right idea: you're not sticking around to fight an army.
You'll hunt from the shadows.
You let yourself fall limp where you rolled.
You understand, you understand so much more now.
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Hours later you are alive, and most of the chitauri you consumed are satisfyingly dead and you are off to... other parts.
Less satisfyingly, there's a voice in your head.
It calls itself 'Leah.'
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QM note: Your rolls are amazing. You're actually being haunted.
Gains
Exp: +25 xp (Amazing! Significant amounts of new input received)
Biomass: +10 (Adequate.)
Leah Lacroix. Rolled female for gender, Neutral Good for alignment, 92 for powers (latent Inhuman). If exposed to terrigen mist she'd have had the power of soul transferral. You would need to spend 120 xp to unlock this power or be exposed to terrigen mist yourself.
You also gain (choose 2):
[ ] English 2: You can read, write, speak and listen to English at the level of your average middle schooler.
[ ] Begging 2: You know how to look young and vulnerable enough that a kind soul might be willing to give you a little bit more.
[ ] Chitauri Armor 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri armor to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Chitauri Firearms 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri firearms to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Chitauri Vehicles 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri vehicles to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Leviathan Fins 1: After consuming the fin of a Leviathan you can mimic the biotech thrust of a Leviathan that allows for precision maneuvering in both space and on earth. Without an actual means to sustain flight, your fins are rather inefficient and will quickly deplete your available biomass should you use them for anything other than momentary thrust.
[ ] Leviathan Armor 1: You can mimic the biotech armor covering the Chitauri Leviathan. Meant for a creature far larger and with less articulations than you, this armor will significantly slow you down. However, its defensive powers are extraordinary and would allow you to survive in a variety of inhospitable climes.
Where do you go now?
[ ] Not far, you plan to return to New York soon.
[ ] Canada
[ ] write-in
What do you do when there? (Choose 3)
[ ] Talk to Leah
[ ] Get to know the place
-[ ] How?
[ ] Hunt
-[ ] Who? (what kind of people do you target)
-[ ] How? (how do you hunt them - out in the open, stealthily?)
-[ ] How many? (What's your target number)
[ ] Train
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Develop a new skill
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Develop a new power
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Write-in
Literally stumble into - you run about as well as a drunk person drives, enthusiastically but without much skill as more than one parked car can attest. She's no more than a mouthful nestled in a cardboard wrapper and surrounded by a throne of trash and slowly bleeding out. You stepped on her arm and broke it badly, but it's not the worst of her wounds. Half a grubby leg is simply gone, nothing more than a charred stub, and the coppery tang of blood has soaked through her shirt and caked itself on the ground. Beneath the grime she's shivering and unnaturally pale. She doesn't shriek when you thrust your hideous visage inquisitively above hers and give her an inquisitive sniff. She's not conscious. She is, however, alive. Deliciously so. A tendril sinks into her skin, and then another, and although the process takes seconds and the pain must be excruciating she never opens her eyes.
A connection is made.
You wake up.
--------------
Leah Lacroix
--------------
You wake up feeling bloated. Not just full, stuffed to the point of suffering. It's a very nostalgic feeling. Hobos don't usually feel full, teenage hobos doubly so.
It's also the sort of feeling that'd drive a girl to bulimia or drink or whatever it is teens who have less to worry about than their next meal do, and you immediately throw yourself to the side of the road blargh right there in broad daylight, feeling like you're about to toss not only your cookies, but your milk and cheerios too. God. You thought you couldn't feel embarrassed anymore, but here you are, cheeks heating because you're in public, because you told them you didn't need minding, because, because, because, the usual litany. You grimly try to hold it in: someone's probably going to call the pigs on you, and Fred's going to have such a shit fit, but to your consternation you retch and the beginning of what feels like an entire human being scrapes itself out of your throat.
It takes a while because - and here your brain mercifully short circuits before coming back online - because
Um.
It's a suit of armor? Coming out of your mouth? Kind of crumpled up and squished but. Yeah. Suit of armor. Real icky looking too, like not a knight-in-shining armor, or dark knight sort of look at all.
What the heck.
Is this a dream? You pinch yourself, but before the pain registers you realize that something's off. There's the smell of smoke in the air. And a sound - screaming, far off, nothing strange, but also different, this is New York, but you don't hear the honking horns or the just this weird pitchy thrum and a bass roar like a subway station but far off.
Almost unwillingly you look up.
There's a hole in the sky.
And it's raining motherfucking gosh darnit aliens.
You promptly lose your cool scream.
This is a mistake. Either drawn by your shrill noisehole or simply on their way, smaller aliens start raining down on your position, each impact raising a small cloud of pulverized concrete. They're armed too, you realize belatedly as the ground next to your feet explodes. Another hits the ground right next to you and instead of killing you, opens its facemask and screams directly in your face.
You punch his (her?) ugly mug out of sheer horrified reflex. Fred keeps telling you to aim lower, but that's not something you can do very well, just yet, you mostly do things out of instinct.
There's not much force behind your meager punch, but your hand seems to have a mind of its own, and promptly sinks into the alien, taking out, or absorbing, half its lower jaw. You're not sure who's more surprised by your spontaneous display of superpowers, but you do know who's more surprised by the blow from behind because the searing heat that slams into your back and sends you crashing to the ground comes seriously out of nowhere.
You whimper as your vision shutters and you once again wake up.
--------------
Damien
--------------
Well.
That was interesting.
You get up, muscles rearranging themselves, biomass decompressing and exploding outwards even as another round burns itself into your back, explodes and sends you end over end and finally into a wall. If not for the fact this is a preset form there'd be no way you could shift your physiology so quickly to become combat effective. You have a lot of questions, but those can wait. Leah had the right idea: you're not sticking around to fight an army.
You'll hunt from the shadows.
You let yourself fall limp where you rolled.
You understand, you understand so much more now.
--------------
Hours later you are alive, and most of the chitauri you consumed are satisfyingly dead and you are off to... other parts.
Less satisfyingly, there's a voice in your head.
It calls itself 'Leah.'
--------------
QM note: Your rolls are amazing. You're actually being haunted.
Gains
Exp: +25 xp (Amazing! Significant amounts of new input received)
Biomass: +10 (Adequate.)
Leah Lacroix. Rolled female for gender, Neutral Good for alignment, 92 for powers (latent Inhuman). If exposed to terrigen mist she'd have had the power of soul transferral. You would need to spend 120 xp to unlock this power or be exposed to terrigen mist yourself.
You also gain (choose 2):
[ ] English 2: You can read, write, speak and listen to English at the level of your average middle schooler.
[ ] Begging 2: You know how to look young and vulnerable enough that a kind soul might be willing to give you a little bit more.
[ ] Chitauri Armor 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri armor to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Chitauri Firearms 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri firearms to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Chitauri Vehicles 2: You know how to use and maintain basic Chitauri vehicles to the level of a Chitauri recruit.
[ ] Leviathan Fins 1: After consuming the fin of a Leviathan you can mimic the biotech thrust of a Leviathan that allows for precision maneuvering in both space and on earth. Without an actual means to sustain flight, your fins are rather inefficient and will quickly deplete your available biomass should you use them for anything other than momentary thrust.
[ ] Leviathan Armor 1: You can mimic the biotech armor covering the Chitauri Leviathan. Meant for a creature far larger and with less articulations than you, this armor will significantly slow you down. However, its defensive powers are extraordinary and would allow you to survive in a variety of inhospitable climes.
Where do you go now?
[ ] Not far, you plan to return to New York soon.
[ ] Canada
[ ] write-in
What do you do when there? (Choose 3)
[ ] Talk to Leah
[ ] Get to know the place
-[ ] How?
[ ] Hunt
-[ ] Who? (what kind of people do you target)
-[ ] How? (how do you hunt them - out in the open, stealthily?)
-[ ] How many? (What's your target number)
[ ] Train
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Develop a new skill
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Develop a new power
-[ ] write-in
[ ] Write-in
