“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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May 31, 2016 22:40:53 GMT
Post by Brandon Ackerman on May 31, 2016 22:40:53 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"]  [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] It was...empty. Nothing else existed here, no light, no darkness, heck Brandon wasn't even sure there was oxygen here at first. But regardless, he had survived. Had it been a month yet? There was no way of telling of how the passage of time flowed through this space of nothing, this Void. Yes that was a good name for it. Just an endless Void, where only he existed it seemed. What on earth was his mother THINKING of starting up that machine in the middle of a goddamn storm?
He'd probably never knew. Brandon had this weird gut feeling that he'd never see his mother, (what little he did saw of her anyway) his friends or his anything ever again. Was this a sick joke? A cruel little prank from whatever deity was out there just to see how badly one young man's day could go? If it was, Brandon wasn't laughing. But it wasn't like getting angry would solve anything. For one, what would he get angry at? The darkness? A wall? He couldn't even tell up from down in this place.
And so the young man kept on floating, and floating. He had no knowledge of how to leave this place, if he even could. It was quite a miserable experience.
Wait...a light? That sure as hell seemed like one. Days, months, however long he'd been stuck here, it was damn nearly blinding. But it also came as a relief to the young man. Maybe....that was a way out?
The city, as usual, was the very picture of a peaceful afternoon. Kids were just getting out of school, some young adults were already off their shift at work, it was, for the most part, a rather nice day. That is...until a black and blue portal ripped open in the sky, roughly around the area known as Justice Square. Oddly enough however, it wasn't like a black hole, trying to suck in reality. No....rather it was trying to force something out. Cars were flipped, some trees were uprooted, until finally it stopped. In the hole's place, was a boy. A boy slowly floating to the ground. Some people had only one reaction.
They were gonna need a lot of bourbon for this one.[attr="class","infocenter"] VALKYRIE | N/A [attr="class","bottomlyrics"]ENTER THE VOID [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","blue"] [googlefont=Roboto Condensed] [newclass=.workbitch]width:400px;background-color:#1c1c1c;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue]width:400px;height:20px;background-color:#6bb8c2;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue2]width:400px;height:15px;background-color:#8bc6cd;[/newclass] [newclass=.purple]width:400px;height:10px;background-color:#9bdce5;[/newclass] [newclass=.yoink]font-family:Roboto Condensed;color:#eaeaea;font-size:15px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;border-bottom:2px solid #636363; width:200px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bigboy]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;color:#eaeaea;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.infocenter]font-size:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass] |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 3, 2016 9:02:08 GMT
 For once, Thalia was actually not on superhero duty. She was eating a cheese and tomato sandwich while sitting on a bench in Justice Square, watching the people enjoy their day in the sun, and pretending no one was stopping and staring at her. Sometimes they took pictures. Sometimes they even asked before they took a picture. She was wearing a baseball cap and civvies, but she couldn't really pretend it was an effective disguise, not when she had waist-length pink hair.
Even in a city as big as Kingsport, most people didn't have waist-length pink hair and if they did, they didn't hang out in Justice Square. Thalia chewed on her sandwich thoughtfully (it wasn't great, as sandwiches went, but it wasn't terrible either, and it had been free from the Compound's cafeteria) and wondered if other pink-haired girls who had the misfortune to live in the city got this kind of treatment. She pitied them if they did. It wasn't fun and she was actually the object of interest. She didn't want to imagine what it was like to have it happen to you when you weren't even a celebrity.
Then the world ripped itself open with a black yawn and she was on her feet, sandwich forgotten on the grass. A tree next to her bench uprooted itself from the force of the blast and began tumbling towards a family of five who had been picnicking happily and glancing at her surreptitiously only once in a while. Thalia knocked the tree out of the way and started to fly upwards to the tear in the sky, just as it resolved itself into a boy.
A boy who was floating gently down to the ground, light as a feather, and seemingly just as unconcerned. Thalia hovered a foot off the ground a few yards away, watching him closely and motioning for everyone to stay back. Not that they needed much encouragement. She could hear a middle-aged man wailing over his wrecked Audi and babbling about lawsuits, but most Kingsport citizens had the sense to get gone once trouble started. Those who didn't usually died. Or moved after near-death experiences.
"Who are you?" she called out to the boy, not entirely sure if he was conscious or not. She didn't want to get closer to check; physical proximity might trigger another bruised looking hole in the world, and she didn't want that.
Brandon Ackerman
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 3, 2016 13:43:17 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] You ever have those mornings when people have a hard time opening their eyes after a good long sleep? Or when people spend too much time in the dark and have issuess adjusting their eyes to the light? This was Brandon's issue. He could hear sirens wailing, someone crying over their spilled potato salad (which sounded amazing right now), so it was clear he was...back...he guessed? He just hoped his mother was okay.
It was hard to tell, it was a struggle to even open his eyes. "Who are you?" It took him a second to requisition the knowledge from his subconscious. Oh wait, there it was. "Uh...Brandon...Ackerman...", he mumbled out, having forgotten the sound of his own voice. How long WAS he stuck in that place? Finally, Brandon blinked his eyes open. What awaited him was....well...let's go down the list, shall we?
First off, the woman in front of him. It looked like they were around the same age, at least to him anyway. But what really stuck out was her hair. Long, flowing, pink, gorgeous. Was she an angel? Did he die and go to heaven...? Oh wait, no, heaven doesn't have upturned trees and crushed Audis. At least, he hoped not. Upon closer inspection, the surrounding area looked a little like Central Park, but...not quite. Any NYCer half their salt would be able to distinguish any other park from Central.
Did Brandon land in another state? Another dimension, planet, he didn't know! But, maybe this woman would be privy on sharing that knowledge. "Um, not to sound insane, but where exactly am I? I can tell this isn't New York so...Chicago, Seattle?", he asked politely, trying to ignore the stink eye from some of the gawkers nearby. Brandon didn't realize it yet, but he did kinda ruin everyone's day.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 3, 2016 15:04:26 GMT
Can the superheroes in New York not take care of their own? Thalia thinks unkindly, and then buries the thought. Brandon Ackerman is here now, and that means he's theirs to deal with, for better or worse. Now that he's got his eyes open and he's talking, she sees that he can't be much more than a kid, so she tries to soften her tone a little when she answers: ”You're in Kingsport. Jersey.”
Closer to New York than Seattle, definitely, but not the same thing at all. Sometimes she despaired of the fact that she'd ended up in Jersey, of all places, and this was definitely one of those times. She folded her arms over her chest and put on her best Stern Hero Serious Time face.
”Do you have any idea what you just did, or how you did it?” If he had no idea where he was, she doubted it, but it never hurt to check.
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 3, 2016 17:40:53 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] Oh yes....New Jersey.....you would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Brandon could speak from experience as well, having visited a friend there. It was fairly awful as far as New Jersey visits could go.
But...Kingsport? Brandon wasn't a geologist, but he never heard of a city like that. Best to keep it to himself for now though, just try to more about this place then question everything at every turn. Like a certain Final Fantasy protagonist he remembered....the laughing...the goddamn LAUGHING.....
Back on topic! As for what he did....well, Brandon could tell the park wasn't ALWAYS like this, that's for sure. Turning his gaze to the sky, the last of the Void had finally dispersed, leaving behind the nice sunny day that been there previously. "What I did...? Miss...how could I do, all of this?", Brandon gestured all around them. To his eyes, Brandon had a point. How could a teenager like him tear asunder a whole park? Of course, Brandon was also blissfully unaware of his abilities, but that was about to change, oh yes it was.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 5, 2016 9:19:43 GMT
She keeps her voice level, just as she softened it before, because again he's a kid. It's still an effort though, not to let her annoyance leak into her voice. The report on this is going to be a mess, and there's already a horde of pigeons squabbling over her sandwich remains. Er, not that she was going to eat it after it hit the ground, but still. Principles and so forth.
"We don't know how a lot of people do a lot of things, these days," she answers. "We haven't even completely isolated the mutant gene. But I can tell you for certain that a giant hole just opened up in the sky, everything blew backwards, and then you came out. So I'll ask again: do you have any idea how you did this, or what happened? Any memory of where you were before? New York, I'm guessing, but where in New York, and what were you doing?"
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 5, 2016 14:47:15 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] "...Mutant gene? Um, miss, are you okay?", he asked her. To him that idea seemed ludicrous. Mutant gene? What was this, X-Men? And was she seriously blaming him for this accident? Clearly it seemed as if she was deadset on him being the mastermind behind all of this. What he was doing.....at that moment in time, the memory of mom's physics experiment came flooding back to him, a flash of recollection in his eyes. But could he tell her about his mother's machine?
Maybe it was best to keep quiet and play the idiot. Even if he hadn't spent much time with her, Brandon couldn't bring himself to incriminate his mother. If worst comes to worst, he could always book it. Now then, bluff time. "No miss, I have no memory of what happened before I came out of that....whatever that was.", he answered, struggling to come up with a name for the Void that would make sense. Again, better to play the idiot in this scenario. "And for the last time, no, I didn't do this.", he added firmly.
Now then...would she buy it, would she believe that he didn't do this? Only time would tell... [attr="class","infocenter"] VALKYRIE | N/A [attr="class","bottomlyrics"]ENTER THE VOID [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","blue"] [googlefont=Roboto Condensed] [newclass=.workbitch]width:400px;background-color:#1c1c1c;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue]width:400px;height:20px;background-color:#6bb8c2;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue2]width:400px;height:15px;background-color:#8bc6cd;[/newclass] [newclass=.purple]width:400px;height:10px;background-color:#9bdce5;[/newclass] [newclass=.yoink]font-family:Roboto Condensed;color:#eaeaea;font-size:15px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;border-bottom:2px solid #636363; width:200px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bigboy]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;color:#eaeaea;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.infocenter]font-size:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass] |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 5, 2016 22:41:29 GMT
Okay. She's obviously dealing with something more than a kid who fell out of a void in the sky that wrecked a couple trees and cars. And god, just thinking that sentence was a headache. He seems baffled by the mention of the mutant gene, so he's either been living under a rock or has memory loss. The latter seemed more likely, given that the very next words out of his mouth are about not remembering what he's doing.
Which could still be a lie. Or not. There's no way to know for certain.
(There is a way. There is a way to know for certain, and it waits in the corner of her mind for the moment when she's weak enough to use it.)
Thalia shakes off the thought and thumbs on her communicator.
"I have a medical emergency in Justice Square," she says. "I'm sure you've already heard, but we're going to need a psychic here as well. We have a potential culprit who claims no memory. Possible mental block or trauma."
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 6, 2016 0:57:19 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] Well...that didn't last long. It looked like he was about to be detained and probably locked up in a c-wait, Justice Square? Seriously? Who NAMED these places anyway?! C'mon, that was cheesy as all get out! The way she called Brandon a "culprit" wasn't exactly easing his anxiety. "Hold on! I'm not a culprit, like I said, I have no idea how I even got here!", he defended himself, still trying to hide the fact that he wasn't from around here, which was kind of...obvious.
The thing is, that mutant gene caught his attention. Did mutants like Cyclops and the like exist here? The thought slightly scared Brandon. As cool as those characters were on the comics and the big screen, having them to consider Brandon as a criminal who just wrecked the center of a park sent a chill down his spine. He did NOT want to run into someone who claws for fingers in an alleyway, that's for sure.
Which led to another thought. Where WAS Brandon? New Jersey, obviously, but was this the future? Another timeline altogether? No no, timelines are only created when we make a choice. There was no way to force yourself into another timeline like that. If you went forward or backward, you'd just stay in the same line. Kinda like Back to the Future 2's take on the subject.
So that left another possibility. That this was an entirely different dimension. If so, even if his mother did exist here, she'd more then likely not recognize Brandon at all. So even if he got to NYC, Brandon really had no place to go.
In other words, he was very much alone here.
If anything, that scared Brandon MUCH more then being stuck in a cell, but he wasn't just going to set around and wait for some psychic to come probe around his head and let the authorites detain him on account of an accident. [attr="class","infocenter"] VALKYRIE | N/A [attr="class","bottomlyrics"]ENTER THE VOID [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","blue"] [googlefont=Roboto Condensed] [newclass=.workbitch]width:400px;background-color:#1c1c1c;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue]width:400px;height:20px;background-color:#6bb8c2;[/newclass] [newclass=.blue2]width:400px;height:15px;background-color:#8bc6cd;[/newclass] [newclass=.purple]width:400px;height:10px;background-color:#9bdce5;[/newclass] [newclass=.yoink]font-family:Roboto Condensed;color:#eaeaea;font-size:15px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;border-bottom:2px solid #636363; width:200px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bigboy]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;color:#eaeaea;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.infocenter]font-size:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass] |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 6, 2016 17:38:42 GMT
”We don't know how you got here either, kid,” she says, not unkindly. ”That's the problem. If you don't know what you've done, or how you've done it, or if all of this is even linked to you, what's going to stop it from happening again? It's for your own good that we take you in, get you registered, and get some answers. Or do you enjoy not knowing what's going on in your own life?”
If you really don't know, she didn't add. Not out loud, anyway.
In the distance, there was the sound of sirens drawing closer and closer.
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 6, 2016 19:10:32 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] Registered? Man, not even a good ten minutes into this place and they were thinking of "registering" Brandon? Wait, what did that even mean? ...And why the hell was this sounding more and more like Marvel's Civil War arc? What, and then there's gonna be an underground resistance of freedom fighters wanting to keep that independence? Either way, being taken in like this wasn't right. To Brandon, he was just an average young adult.
"Miss, I've been very patient with you given my situation, but deciding to lock me up and "register" me...whatever that means, doesn't seem like something you should be doing to a teen. I've done nothing wrong, all I did was fall out of a hole in the sky. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get back home.", Brandon snapped at her, trying around to leave. Of course, where could he go? Back to the Bronx, where his mom lived? It was worth a shot, maybe if this was a parallel Earth, there was a parallel Brandon.
Of course this was all pure theory, but Brandon was willing to go all in with an Ace High and whatever chips he had, really there wasn't much to lose. If he didn't find his apartment, well there was always orphanages, he guessed. Whatever put a good distance between this lady and this registration was good enough for him.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 6, 2016 19:48:26 GMT
"You're going to go back home," Thalia says dryly. "You fell out of a void in the sky, and you don't want answers, you don't want accountability, you just want to go home?"
You're very young, she thinks. I was never that young.
"Can you even tell me where home is, or is that another thing you've got no clue about?"
On the street, two ambulances pull up. Overhead, looking significantly more impressive, is one of the Initiative's flying cars. Thalia recognizes the brown-haired woman piloting. She's a psychic of little ability and incredible technical skill, who has offered more than once to help Thalia with her own block. She'll get to the bottom of this.
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 6, 2016 21:21:45 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] There are many ways to react to seeing a flying car for the first time. Oh wow! Neat! Things like that. Brandon however, reacted rather....well, surprised. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!", he exclaimed, damn near fainting on the spot from that alone. Okay, so he was in another dimension....IN THE FUTURE?! Nothing was making sense anymore, he needed some milk or something damn it! "It's a flying car. I think that'd be obvious guy.", the brunette sighed. To the woman, this was going to take a lottttt of booze to get over. To Brandon, it was like he was the last sane person left on the planet.
"Anywayyyyyyy, Valky, you needed me to probe around this guy's brain? No problem~ Alright then guy hold still, I got a dinner reservation with the hubby at nine and I'd rather get this done sooner then later. It'll give me one hell of a headache, but I should be able to let you see it too Valky. Helps to save time y'know?", she explained plainly, clearly not wanting to deal with this any longer then she needed to. Understandably, Brandon had...several objections to this, but it was for naught, as the mind meld began, and a look into Brandon's memories began.
The search began when Brandon was still a young child.
"Mom? When will daddy come back...?" "Brandon...I already told you, daddy had to leave for a very long business trip...", mother said, wearily rubbing her temples. A lack of sleep due to all sorts of experimentation had made her rather short on patience and time. Brandon was not really helping matters.
"But you said that last month...I haven't seen him in ages-" "Brandon, I don't want to hear another word about that man in this household, do you understand? He's gone, he isn't coming back!", his mother snapped, now clearly upset. Brandon, knowing when to stop talking to his mother whenever they did end up talking, nodded and walked off, the tears he had been holding back now beginning to fall. Dad wasn't coming back? Was it all his fault? Did he do something bad?
Confused, sad and all sorts of unpleasant nouns, Brandon began to cry.
Moving on up to middle school...
"Hey...are ya okay?", Brandon asked, crouching down to a smaller girl, around his age. "Yeah...thanks for that. You're Brandon, aren't you?", she asked him, tilting her head. "Uh yeah...are you?", he asked back, scratching the back of his head. Clearly he hasn't had much interaction with talking to girls his age. Much ado of social pressure. "I'm Clover. Clover Baker." "Nice to meet ya Clover. Now...mind telling me why those people were picking on you?", Brandon asked her.
"W-Why do you wanna know?", she asked fearfully. "Well...I just don't like seeing girls get picked on like that. They were shoving you around like a sack of potatoes, you didn't deserve that.", he said plainly, crossing his arms. "...are you gonna beat them up?" "NO! That isn't gonna solve anything, as much as I wanna, and that'll just get me in trouble...I'll think of something.", Brandon explained, showing a surprising amount of maturity for his age. Then again, growing up neglected by your only parent would led to things like this, along with the mental trauma.
Moving on...
Everything continued onward, including the experiment that ended up sending Brandon through the Void in the first place, with the brunette finally ending the meld.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 7, 2016 2:10:02 GMT
The other woman reaches out for the mind meld and Thalia lets her draw on her strength. She may not be able to use it, but it's still there, a shining river of power she can add to the meld. She just can't do it herself. She can't--she doesn't want to, she assures herself. She doesn't want that power over people's minds. She can't be trusted with it.
She watches the boy's life unfold before her eyes, and steps back, arms still folded across her chest.
"Well that settles that."
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“The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
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Post by Brandon Ackerman on Jun 7, 2016 15:28:13 GMT
[attr="class,"workbitch"] [attr="class","blue"] [attr="class","blue2"] [attr="class","purple"] [attr="class","yoink"]ONE STEP FROM HELL
ONE GIANT LEAP INTO THE RIFT [attr="class","bigboy"] .....You know, Brandon could deal with the Void. He could deal with the pink haired lady declaring him to be a dangerous freak, he could even deal with the flying car. But when you go poking around his head, that's when you cross the line. "...Don't EVER do that again.", he said in a low, dangerous tone. One thing he kept hidden during his school days was the fact that his mother neglected him. No one needed to know that, he could stand on his own just fine.
So to have someone probe around his mind like that without his permission was just insulting. "Look kid, you've had a rough few days, alright? So just come down to the Institution, relax, I'll put in a good word f-" "I'm going nowhere. Now get out of my way. NOW.", Brandon interrupted her, patience now wearing thin. He was mad, confused, with adrenaline pumping through his veins. Like he could take on the whole world right now.
Or at least punch the ladies in the face and walk away. He rarely ever hit a person at all, but with how they were planning on taking him in, and the way the brunette probed his mind, the thought was sounding more and more appealing to Brandon.
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