WD Spokane #2

<Prothean|GM> You awaken to the blaring of your cheap alarm clock, throwing the sheets off of your body and off to the side. It's finally the weekend, and you've finally got the nerve to register with the PRT- maybe.
<Prothean|GM> It's 9AM- the local branch doesn't open to the public until eleven. It's up to you as to what you do with the next two hours. ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> I groan and hit snooze, before I switch it off and drag myself out of bed anyway. Today... Today might- no. Today WAS the day. I was going to do it. I was going to be a hero.|
<apoc|Shikigami> I glance up at the walls of my small apartment as I make myself some toast and an egg (my last one). The tattered remains of my stamp collection are there, some burnt, and precious few new ones. From my old life, before the fire. Just a hobby now. I finish eating quickly and grab my "costume", the best thing I could throw together. I stuff it in a duffel bag
<apoc|Shikigami> and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a shirt.
<apoc|Shikigami> With a glance in the mirror and a deep breath, I set off towards the PRT branch. I'd change somewhere nearby, maybe circle the place a bit, and then... then it was game time.||
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<Prothean|GM> (It's a long walk. You'll be waiting for a solid hour.)
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<apoc|Shikigami> ((I have a car))
<apoc|Shikigami> ((Eh, probably best to walk actually))
<apoc|Shikigami> ((So be it))
<Prothean|GM> You set out, walking. The neighborhood you live in isn't exactly the downtrodden, crime and grime-ridden slums, but it's pretty damn close, and you find yourself running into a pair of very shifty looking individuals, walking straight down the path towards you.
<Prothean|GM> One wears a striped blue hoodie, one pocket of their sweatpants bulging awkwardly. The other wears a baseball cap, pulled low. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Fuck. Bangers, looked like. I moved aside a bit to let them have most of the sidewalk. I was pretty big, they wouldn't try to pick a fight with me right? It wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before but with my costume on me, I couldn't risk it. I try to walk by them, acting like I'm not bothered by them while I secretly try to keep an eye on them. ||
<Prothean|GM> They ignore you, for some reason or other, and you make it to the park near PHQ without incident. Checking your phone, you see it's now 10:15 AM. The morning commuters are thinning out, and a few families frolic in the park. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Alright, uh, what did I do now? The PHQ didn't open until 11... I could like, patrol right? That's what /they/ did... at night. Not in the middle of the day. And it wasn't like anyone was going to try and rob some store right next to the PHQ... dammit.
<apoc|Shikigami> Alright, new plan. I'll find some alley or somewhere deserted where I can change, and use that police scanner app I have on my phone to see if there's anything. At 11 in the morning. It was pretty unlikely. If that didn't work, I guess I'd just read PHO until it opened.||
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<Prothean|GM> There's a few dank, not really dark alleys around. You could change in them, sure, but there's also a small public restroom building in the park. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> No point changing unless there's something going on, but that seems like a good spot to check my phone. I head towards it and lean against the wall while I flip out my smart phone.||
<Prothean|GM> Lingering next to the bathroom leaves you unmolested by passerby, though the occasional parent and spawn pass by to enter the restrooms. The police scanner is quiet, standard chatter, and PHO is similarly quiet.
<Prothean|GM> The next half hour passes quickly, and you notice the double wooden doors of the PHQ swing open, a worker propping them in place with a pair of potted plants. Looks like they're open. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> That was... uh... somewhat less dramatic than he'd thought it would be. Still, I take a deep breath, calming my nerves. It's... it's time. I head inside the bathroom when I think it's empty and change out in one of the larger stalls. After that... well then I just walk straight inside. Never seen what the PHQ looks like inside before...||
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<Prothean|GM> The bathroom is empty when you enter, and still empty when you leave. A few children glance at you but quickly look back to playing in the park. You head across the street, observing the building from closer up. It's a fairly old brick building, formerly the home of a large bank. Four stories tall, from what you can tell. The lobby is small, with cushioned chairs lining one wall and a table with various PRT parapharnelia and
<Prothean|GM> pamphlets along the other. More plants decorate the room.
<Prothean|GM> A door on a side wall has a small hanging sign that reads 'Gift Shop'. As you observe, a young, attractive woman, not much older than you, walks briskly past you and into the gift shop.
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<apoc|Shikigami> I stop and glance around. I was... expecting more somehow. At least a receptionist or something? Someone to, uh, check in with? Well, I guess there's the hot girl who just went in to the gift shop... there's worse options, I suppose.
<apoc|Shikigami> I do a final check on my costume, smoothing it a bit to make sure it isn't all lumpy or anything and check that my bandanna is tied tight before I head after her. "Uh, hello?" I call hesitantly. "Am I supposed to talk to you?"||
<Prothean|GM> "Sorry!" You hear from the back of the room. Another door, marked 'STAIRWELL' with another hanging sign opens, a stout man with a bushy mustache and PRT-insigniad sweater walks out, heading behind the counter.
<Prothean|GM> "I'm assuming you're a cape, yes?" He says as he types behind the divider. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Well fuck, that's far more disappointing. "Uh, yeah." I scratch the back of my head awkwardly. It was... a lot more casual than I expected. "A new one. Came to be a hero. I mean, sign up. For the Wards, you know." I wince a bit as I stumble over my words.||
<Prothean|GM> "Wards? Your parents waiting in the car then?" He laughs at his own... almost-joke. "Well, get them in here and I'll let the director know. One moment..." He types some more. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Oh. Uh, this was going to be awkward. "Er, no." I shrug, trying to play it off. "Sorta... on my own." Fuck, I didn't want to talk about this. Dammit I should've had some line memorized for this or look it up or... "My parents, uh... died. When I got my powers."||
<Prothean|GM> "Oh. Sorry. Do you have a caretaker, legal guardian, anything?" ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Uh, no?" It was probably best to just rip the band aid. "I uh, turn eighteen in eight months so I'm sorta living alone for now." I admit, mumbling a bit. I'm glad I have my mask on cause I can feel my face redden at how I knew this conversation was going to go.||
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<Prothean|GM> "Well... I guess we can deal with this later. Our conference room's ready, do you think you could find it on your own? We're a bit short on staff, but I could find someone if you want." The man says, furrowing his brows. ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> I blink, staring at him. "Uh, I guess?" I can already tell this is going to be a very eye-opening experience if I'm feeling this let down after only a minute inside. At least we weren't discussing my parents or lack thereof now...
<apoc|Shikigami> "Can you, like, give me directions at least? I think I should be fine then."||
<Prothean|GM> "Sure, kid. Second floor, fourth door on the right. Near the end of the hall." He says. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "A-Alright." I turn towards the stairway and head up towards the room. I'm not exactly sure what I was picturing regarding becoming a hero, but it certainly didn't look like this...||
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<Prothean|GM> The stairwell is dark and constructed of bricks similar to the exterior. The door to the second story is clearly labeled, and you go through it - immediately running into a metal detector, armed guard stationed next to it. The next thing you notice is that this hallway is stark white tiling with similarly white walls - still brick. The lights are oppressively bright. The guard motions you through the scanner. It's one of those
<Prothean|GM> big phone-boothy things, and you can't see the rest of the hallway past it. |||
<apoc|Shikigami> I look at it, then back at the guard. I reach into one of my pouches and pull out my cheap taser. "Should I like" I waggle it back and forth, "do something with this? Or just go on though?"||
<Prothean|GM> "Keep it in your pants, kid." The guard motions you forward, again. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I'm unable to keep myself from snorting as I drop it back in and head into it. When I'm out the other side I shoot him a thumbs up to see if I'm free.||
<Prothean|GM> When you step into the scanner, it seals behind you and a dim red light illuminates the inside. A few moments later, the light turns off and the other side opens, revealing more tiled white hallway. Both sides of the hallway are lined with unlabeled doors, five on each side. Each door has a small amount of frosted glass in the center of it. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Alright so, uh, fifth door on the right, right? Or was it fourth? ...I think it was fourth. Goddammit. I open the fourth, hoping to god that I'm not walking in on someone changing or something. That'd be a great way to fuck up my first day.\\
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<Prothean|GM> The door, like all the others, has a keycard lock. ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> Fan-fucking-tastic. I try the handle to see if its open anyway.||
<Prothean|GM> It stiffly resists you. ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> ...Maybe it was the fifth one then? I try that one instead.||
<Prothean|GM> It stiffly resists you. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I retrace my steps back to the fourth door and I knock on the fucking door.||
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<Prothean|GM> You see the silhouette of a person look through the glass briefly, then open it, revealing a warm, open room, a large oval table. Around it sits a redheaded, tall man in a PRT sweater- the director, you assume, as well as two shorter men in some kind of tinkertech armor, you assume. The person who opened the door is another person in a PRT sweater. Maybe he's the director? ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Err, hi?" I venture. Were they like, expecting me? Here before me? Or did they just always... nevermind.||
<apoc|Shikigami> ((Everyone knows its the 6 ft black musclejunkie who's the Director Proth))
<Prothean|GM> "Take a seat... uh, or, tell us your name, first? Cape name is fine." The redheaded man says. The door-opener stands silently behind you. He's very musclebound. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "R- oh, Shikigami." I manage not to cringe. It sounded badass when I thought of it... it was badass right? I take a seat hesitantly, whichever is closest to the door. And not occupied.||
<Prothean|GM> "Well, Row Shikigami, you're in a fairly complex situation. Normally, potential ward applicants require the permission of their legal guardian." Redhead says.
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<apoc|Shikigami> ((||?))
<Prothean|GM> "But since you're living alone, apparently illegaly, as you're applying for the Wards... Well, for now, we'll treat this as a normal introduction. I'm Director Weathers, these two are Asiimov and Micromanagement, our resident Wards. The entire team. As you can see, the Spokane PRT is somewhat lacking in personnel." He chuckles. ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> ((||?))
<Prothean|GM> (Did you see the second part?)
<apoc|Shikigami> ((no))
<Prothean|GM> "But since you're living alone, apparently illegaly, as you're applying for the Wards... Well, for now, we'll treat this as a normal introduction. I'm Director Weathers, these two are Asiimov and Micromanagement, our resident Wards. The entire team. As you can see, the Spokane PRT is somewhat lacking in personnel." He chuckles. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Just Shikigami." I mumble, but I don't think anyone heard. I blink as he introduces the two Wards... the /entirety/ of the Wards apparently. I think about making a sausagefest joke. It would be pretty funny, at least I think so. I don't. "Oh, uh, hey I guess." I try. I probably should've looked up the Wards a bit more than I did...
<apoc|Shikigami> In fact I probably should've looked up this whole thing a lot more... at least I knew the two Protectorate capes, right?||
<Prothean|GM> Prancer and Comet, both movers, as far as you can remember, make up the Spokane Protectorate. You're pretty sure one of them is a woman.
<Prothean|GM> "Nice to meet you," Asiimov says. His armor is fairly unremarkable, a plain black bodysuit with full-face mask. Micromanagement nods as well.
<Prothean|GM> "Well, Shikigami, if you're coming to us, I'm sure you know all the reasons to join, then. That saves me from the normal spiel." The Director says. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Yeah I sorta, don't have a job or anything so... I-I mean, I want to be a hero and all, but well," I shrug helplessly. "Seems like the best option, you know?" Well of course he fucking knew he was the fucking Director, idiot. I force a smile at the end to try and look a bit more enthusiastic.||
<Prothean|GM> "Right, well, here's an application. Fill it out to the best of your ability while I try to deal with your situation. Are you currently enrolled in school?" Weathers says, sliding a small packet of papers to you, a pen rolling along shortly afterwards. It's standard stuff. Name, birthday, gender, power description, education. The usual. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Yeah, I go to North Central." I grab the pen and start to fill out- power description? Uh, okay. Paperkinesis, sorta, except don't actually need the paper, make armor or make it fly around - it could cut people I knew, or at least my walls. I filled out the rest as quick as I could.||
<Prothean|GM> In the fifteen minutes it takes for you to fill it out, the door-opener leaves, closing the door behind him. While you were filling it out, the Director left on a phone call, flustered. You managed to pick up enough to infer it'd been with North Central. Kinda illegal for them to not report your lack of guardianship.
<Prothean|GM> Finished, Weathers takes the papers and stores them, saying, "Well, you're good to join. We'll be pulling you out of school for a few days to deal with your guardianship problem, but aside from that... Oh, right. Any relatives or friends of the family in the area? We're going to need to solve this little problem as soon as possible." ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Uh, not really?" I wince. "I mean I have friends at school and stuff but my aunts and cousins live in LA... no one even near." And they were also crazy fucking gangbangers, which hopefully no one would find out...||
<Prothean|GM> "Hmm... Asiimov, Micro, I think your patrol shifts are coming up." Asiimov almost responds, but nods and leaves the room with Micromanagement.
<Prothean|GM> The Director turns back to you. "How would you feel about living with a PRT Agent until you turn 18? Only... eight months, I believe?" ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> Uh that'd be... weird. They wouldn't mess with my stamp collection or anything, right? I guess if it was the most convenient option though... I don't like it but if I'm gonna be a hero... I give a little nod. "Uh yeah, that'd be cool I guess." I shrug.||
<Prothean|GM> "Alright, that simplifies things. Just need to find someone and get the paperwork done..." Weathers mumbles to himself. "Well, you're free to go. We'll send an agent with a van for moving your belongings when we find you a guardian. Peter at the front desk will have a keycard for you, it'll open nearly any door in PHQ. Don't lose it." ||
<apoc|Shikigami> And that was it? "Uh, is that... everything?" I ask, a little mystified. "When do I start patrolling or training or whatever? Sorry, I just uh, kinda thought that it'd be... I don't know. More?"||
<Prothean|GM> "Sorry, I'm a bit frazzled. We're still setting up here, if you could come back tomorrow at... 10 AM? You'll have your power tested and speak to our costumer, and we should have your room prepared by then."
<Prothean|GM> "Feel free to stay here, grab a shirt from the gift shop if you want to change out of costume..." The Director stands and heads to the door. "Have a good day, Ryuki." He says, and leaves. Well. That happened. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I sit alone in the conference room in the shattered remains of my expectations for today.
<apoc|Shikigami> I... guess that's it. I head out the door and down to the front desk to grab my card... and then I might as well head into the gift shop. That's where that girl I'd seen had gone, right? Might as well try to salvage something from this.||
<Prothean|GM> You head down, where the stout man at the desk- Peter- hands you a lanyard with a keycard on the end. It's plain, stark white.
<Prothean|GM> You open the door to the gift shop, a fairly roomy area that takes up most of a neighboring building. Air conditioning blasts you as you step through the threshold. The woman is the only one in the shop, texting behind the counter. She's wearing a distractingly form-fitting Alexandria t-shirt.
<Prothean|GM> "Can I help you-" She says, before seeing the keycard in your hand. "Ah, haven't seen you here before. New?" ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Man I should've gotten one of those masks with the lenses... I'll have to get one of those tomorrow. "Uh, yeah, I'm Shikigami. I'm new-new. Today-new." I jerked my thumb towards the racks of clothes. "The uh, Director told me to grab a shirt... should I pay or is there some specific one I should be getting?" I really need to start thinking about how I talk
<apoc|Shikigami> to girls.||
<Prothean|GM> "Just grab any of 'em. I'm Alex." She says, extending a hand over the counter. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "Oh, uh, should I use my real name or... uh, how does that work?" I think about grabbing an Eidolon shirt, but the green doesn't really work well with anything.. Chevalier I guess? I mean, no reason to turn down a free shirt.||
<Prothean|GM> "You're in costume, in public. I wouldn't- if I were you, I mean. Good choice. Chevy's a hunk." ||
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<apoc|Shikigami> "Alright then, still sorta getting the hang of this thing. Uh, see you later then." I give her a wave as I head out. Conversation with hot gift shop girl - accomplished. Now... what did I do with the rest of the day...
<apoc|Shikigami> I mean, I guess I could patrol, right? They didn't tell me /not/ to... and what is there to it, really, beyond walking around? I leave the building in my costume, tucking my keycard in my belt and then head towards a slightly shadier part of town.||
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<Prothean|GM> The girl almost seemed like she wanted to continue conversation before you left. Regardless, you start heading back towards your house- it's the nearest shifty area you can think of. Are you even officially a Ward yet? You shrug, and keep going. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> ((Gotta roleplay that -1 Social tho))
<Prothean|GM> ((Yep.))
<apoc|Shikigami> I comb the areas near where I saw those gangbangers before... maybe I can find like, a drug deal or something? Not like in the movies, but maybe someone slinging something... I live here, it's not like I've never seen it happen, after all.||
<Prothean|GM> You round a corner, and see something beautiful. Well, sorta. There's a hummer adorned in LPG parapharnalia and a dozen gangsters around it, not all LPG. It's a pretty obvious drug exchange, or something. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I halt instantly, blanching. Alright this was /not/ what I had in mind but uh... okay... hero. I took a deep breath. Alright, even so, I should definitely like, call in backup or something right? I could do that now? Or could I? I slide back around the corner and grab my phone, quickly dialing the PRT number to let them know what's going on and hopefully get
<apoc|Shikigami> some help.||
<Prothean|GM> You slip back around the corner, unnoticed, as far as you know. The phone is quickly answered- you don't recognize the voice. "This is the Parahuman Response Team Emergency Line, may I help you?" ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I try to keep my voice steady, holy shit this is actually happening. "Uh, this is Shikigami - I just joined the Wards. I found a drug deal going down between the LPG and some other guys. Requesting backup, if I can, like, do that." I give her the street corner I'm on too.||
<Prothean|GM> "Shikigami... Ah, right. That was fast. Stay put, Asiimov is in the area." The masculine voice says.
<Prothean|GM> A few seconds later, you catch sight of Asiimov, in the same plain black bodysuit, a few blocks down the street. He jogs steadily towards you. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Wow, that was fast. I try to wave him down surreptitiously, jerking a thumb at the hummer and the gangbangers. "Uh, hey, yeah I decided to do a walkaround and found these guys. Looks like a pretty big thing, I think." Well, its not one guy one the corner slinging dope at least.||
<Prothean|GM> "Guns, capes, vehicles?" Asiimov says. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> "A hummer, maybe some guns? I don't think there were any capes." I shrug. "You can just peek around the corner, I didn't see anything other than what you can if you do." Unless something has drastically changed in the last minute. Damn he got here /fast/.||
<Prothean|GM> "Cover my back, I can take a hit or twenty." Asiimov says, and the streetsign next to you dissolves into grainy grey particles, which drift across the ground towards Asiimov, before climbing up his suit and engulfing it entirely in a metallic covering. He experimentally wiggles his fingers, and the grains covering his upper arms move down, making the gloves bulk up, forming large guantlets with shield-like shapes protruding from
<Prothean|GM> the sides. He seems to be waiting for you to prepare. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Wow. I look at the demolished street sign in surprise for a moment before I recover. Alright, cape time. I'm a cape, everyone has powers, nothing out of the ordinary - right. I probably can't use my cutting power, I don't know if it might kill someone... I'll keep it in reserve for now. Armor it is.
<apoc|Shikigami> I open my pouch that's stuffed to the brim with square scraps of paper and empty it out as I activate my power. The paper swirls around me, cocooning me in layer after layer of paper armor as tiny square of force flicker into place around me as well, covering me from head to toe.
<apoc|Shikigami> I give Assimov a thumbs up as my adrenaline starts to pump. "Ready to go."||
<Prothean|GM> He doesn't acknowledge your response, immediately sprinting around the corner towards the hummer- which is luckily(?) fairly close to you. Gangbangers immediately react, scrambling into two distinct groups- with them less clustered, you can see three of them have handguns. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> ((are all the guns in one group?))
<Prothean|GM> (Yes, LPG)
<apoc|Shikigami> I leap into the group with the guns and try to disarm them as fast as I can- mostly by smashing them in the face.||
<Prothean|GM> You immediately dart into the LPG members- 9 of them, all 3 of the gunners firing- and missing, thank god. You clock one of the gunners in the face, and they fall, unconscious and bleeding. Asiimov closes with similar speed, and when he reaches the hummer, it quickly begins collapsing inwards as it turns to metallic powder, which flows onto Asiimov's suit. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> I turn on the other two to try the same - once the guns are gone, we should be pretty much untouchable, right? At the very least Asiimov should be able to clean them up.||
<Prothean|GM> You cleanly take down another gunner, but the last one manages to get a shot off- at point blank, he's not missing. A bullet hits your left leg, denting against the armor- torn paper falls away, and you're gonna have a helluva bruise, but no impact.
<Prothean|GM> Asiimov's suit, now a solid eight feet tall and styled in a slightly scifi minimalist schtick, sweeps the three in the other group off their feet with a swing of a tentacle-like appendage. ||
<apoc|Shikigami> Jesus fuck that hurt, I grit my teeth and leap at the man with the last gun as Assimov takes out the entire rest of the other group. ||
<Prothean|GM> The half-dozen unarmed LPG members have scattered by now, you note as you smash the last man in the chest, sending him flying a few feet before crumpling. Asiimov has laid the tentacle appendage across them, pinning the other group to the ground. All that remains of the hummer is the tires and pieces of wooden liner.
<Prothean|GM> You hear a siren in the distance, most likely on the way to your location.
<Prothean|GM> Quite a productive first day, you note to yourself, as Asiimov gives you a pat on the back with his not-tentacle arm. "Good job, paperboy." ||||