It has been a few days since Backlash ran facefirst into some wards- actually not as bad as he seemed to have expected. He got to meet Adonis, who was just as tactless and socially unimpressive in person as he'd been from fifty yards away- but on the other hand, he doesn't flip any cars this time. He also gets to meet Cue Ball, who is significantly more impressive, if also taken(as she assured ... ... him.) The director had let him cool his heels, but had been surprisingly soft on the hard-selling... and was more than amenable to assisting with Alexa's medical bills. And, potentially, her lawyer. Of course, accepting such an offer has its downsides- he's probably gonna learn how spandex feels on a cold Detroit morning... and then there is the paperwork. So much paperwork. The offer is tempting, to say the least. Most of Greg's problems would be solved by joining the PRT. But this is a commitment, and he's never been good at those. What if he wants out later? He LIKES his current look, and doesn't want to change it very much. Why would they waste him on patrols right away, when his current costume gets him overlooked? Hell, he could probably infiltrate an enemy group, if given the chance. All people know so far is that someone matching his description fought off a couple of thugs. Hell, Greg still wants to test if his ability regrows organs. Having a ready supply of organs, regardless of blood type, would definitely be useful for an organization like the PRT. "You realize," Director Tarde had commented, "That actually using organs harvested from... such methods would be a very difficult undertaking... legally." The look on her face implied that how incredibly painful it would probably be for him was not a concern. "Why? People give organs all the time, the only difference is mine grow back, or I'm giving two kidneys instead of one. A whole liver instead of a piece. How could you get in trouble, from an ethical or legal standpoint?" "Hell, I'm sure you could spin it into something extremely positive, showing that your heros are giving their all for the public." She had given a slightly strange smile at that. "I suggest taking it up with Adonis. He is... painfully well aquainted with the legal issues of parahuman tissue donation." The discussion had moved on to other issues- like assistance with ex, and just what sort of responsibilities he could expect- she was unwilling, though, to further discuss his organs. "So, mind explaining the payscale again? Just so that I fully understand it." So yes, it had all been explained to him, along with branding requirements- he's already pretty much ruined any chance of a real undercover gig, especially going and talking to someone as chatty as Corvair. So yes, paperwork. Lots of paperwork. On the other hand, he has free access to the cafeteria, should he want it, or alternately the team's facilities if he has his own food. They have an ... ... Adonis themed foosball table, the cape's first endorsement deal back when he was less creepy looking. Omen studies the foosball table with interest. It's odd to see Adonis looking so ... human. She really wants to play a game, so she looks around to see who else is in. Greg rolls in, having taken food from the cafeteria into the team's facilities (against the rules). He sits down at one of the nearby tables and begins biting into a double cheeseburger with bacon, extremely happy that the PRT hires good cooks. Backlash is not exactly the best choice for a partner, but it will do. Omen gets close to him and sits down next to him "uh, hi. Backlash, right?". "Call me Greg." -He manages to get out while stuffing a burger into his face. Omen stares at him, wondering how the heck does Petra manage to inhale more food while making less of a mess. "I'm Omen. But you probably remember that since I uh arrested you .... yeah" She remains quiet for a moment before looking back at him "So! wanna play foosball?" He stares at her for a bit. "Detained, not arrested. Let's play." Yes- he could have walked free that day if he had pushed for it! But, well, hey, it IS a good deal for someone like him, with more debt than marketable skills. "Right, detained. I guess you're going to be a hero now?" Omen stands up and goes to the Foosball table. "It pays better than getting lectures and jumping off of roofs, so yes." "How'd you get wrapped up in this anyway, how old are you, 14?" Omen makes a face behind her mask. "I'm 15. And I wanted to help people." She thinks for a while "I guess I like the idea of being a hero" "It seems like fun, as long as they don't pit us against Behemoth or Gray Boy. How tough are you, exactly?" "I'm a girl so not really tough? I don't like fighting like that. People get sorta scared of me anyways, they try to run" "Huh. That sounds useful, I guess. Why not try it on me?" Omen debates it for a second. "uh, sure. We can try that. I don't think you'll like." She looks at the Foosball table one last time. Someday she would use it. "We should go to the training room. I don't want to make Miss Tarde angry". She motions Backlash to follow her. "Fine. Keep in mind I can't do the same to you, too dangerous." He follows Omen leads Backlash to the training room, making sure she can use it. She also makes sure to tell -someone- that she's going to use it with Backlash. "Just so we're clear. He asked for it." She has never really used her power on the "max" setting. But there's a first time for everything. She looks around for Aquateen or Sykkiä. So they can see the show too. Well, she could text them. Backlash is fairly confident. He mainly wants to know the extent of Omen's abilities. Omen texts the other wards. If only to feel more at ease. Sykkia responds that she 'wants a video' for when she gets back, and Jay doesn't seem to be answering by the time they sign in at the training room. Not one of the larger ones, which are over in the Roosevelt building, but a fairly decent gymnasium between the ward general quarters and the protectorate mess. "So are you ready?" Omen goes to the other side of the room. Would not be good if he went tentacle close to her. She changes into her statue self but keeps her aura at a minimun, she looks back at Backlash as she moves parts of herself around. Leaving only her face as it is. * Somecrazyguy|Backlash waits "Yep. Do it." Backlash steels himself. "Well then" As she starts to ramp up the power she separates the parts on her face. Leaving her looking even more shattered and shining. She then let's her aura go on full power. Damn, that's freaky looking. Kinda hard to specifically track what part of her is where... There is a strange... flutter in Backlash's belly, an odd sensation of unease as the golden light falls on him... But she is open to attack, if he can pick a piece of her TO go after. "Is this it? Or does it get worse later?" He walks closer "huh" Omen is perplexed. She guessed her power would be stronger than this. She can feel she's getting slowly tired, but she doesn't really want to prolong this for too much. So she tries to burn through her "battery" more. "I really expected it to be stronger...Kind of worries me if your power just doesn't work and I'm supposed to go in the field with you..." To be fair, she can also turn into a whirling cloud of stone. But yeah, as far as Backlash is concerned, the girl's pretty wimp-oh fuck, it's like getting kicked in the area postrema, he should probably step back before he throws up. It isn't... pain, per se, but it is... very uncomfortable. "Oh, oh fuck." * Somecrazyguy|Backlash steps back "ah there it is" Omen "playfully" hovers forward. She promised Petra a show after all. And this form makes her feel more calm every passing second. "Yeah, definitely don't want to fight you close quarters, unless I'm going full out. Which I won't. But you're probably gonna run into trouble with anyone that can fight you at a range. How fast can you move?" "Not very fast" She moves to the side a bit, to show him her hover speed. "Hm. I wanna try something. Mind turning your power off, where I'm concerned? Just for a bit, promise I won't do anything untoward." Omen changes to her normal form. "Uh, sure. What did you have in mind". "No no, in your other form. I wanted to see if I could throw you." "uuuh, ok." Omen switchs back to her other form, making sure to control her aura, turning it down. * Somecrazyguy|Backlash walks up to her, grabs her, and tries to throw her at the softest looking place * Teruzi|Omen tries to actually give him a foot hold to grab from. Well, Backlash certainly has some pain to draw from next time he uses his power- his hand grabs a chunk of stone and pushes THROUGH- and the rest of the pieces close around his hand, in a most crushingly unpleasant manner. * soulpelt| is now known as soulpelt|sleep * Somecrazyguy|Backlash Screams, pulls his hand back, runs as far away from Omen as possible, faces the wall, and unleashes the tentacles (with offending hand towards the toughest looking part of the wall). Omen steps back from Backslash trying to get her statue body to go back to it's original arragement. For the record, he grabbed a piece of her left leg, but since he hadn't pushed it very far(in fact, it moved more when he pulled free) it is pretty easy to reform. He certainly didn't exert grenade level forc-holy shit, tentacles. one second he's screaming and flailing like a guy who'd just stuck his hand in moving machinery, the next tentacles are unfurling to slap moistly at the padded wall ... ... with a muted but intense thump. As they retract into him, leaving one sleeve in tatters, they leave a damp starburst pattern shining on the padding, along with several deep gouges where they'd dug in. "Note to self, don't do that shit ever again." "Are you alright?" "Oh Lord, I'm sorry. I didn't know that would happen" Omen wants to get close to help. But tentacles. "Do you need help?" "What, me? I'm fine. Don't -you- need help?" "Nope." * Somecrazyguy|Backlash shows Omen his hand "that's ... handy" Omen turns back into her human form, but doesn't close the distance. "I didn't meant to crush your hand". She hangs her head "sorry". "I have no idea what you're talking about." He winks and wiggles his fingers. "Although, I pity the next person who tries to grab you. Try not to get too close to non-combatants, they might get seriously hurt. " "I, uh, think so too. I should probably tell this to the others. " Omen cringes as she remembers that Sykkiä rode her that one time. She could've been seriously hurt. "That's why we do training. Don't take it too hard, okay? How could you have known? The most important thing is we're both fine, and now more informed." "Right. Phew." "uh, wanna play Foosball?" "Yes. Yes I do."