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Mark Bryant ([personal profile] atypical_echo) wrote in [community profile] metalogs2022-10-12 09:13 am

OPEN | Disasters Mean Rethinking Decisions

Who: Mark Bryant [personal profile] atypical_echo, Tommy Shepherd [personal profile] slowmotionbuscrash, Open
What: A Bank Robbery Gone Bad, Photography Outside of Guild Headquarters, Awkwardness of confused coffee orders
When: Robbery: 10/14, Photography: 10/15, Coffee: Mid October
Where: First Bank of Central City, Outside Alliance Headquarters, Moondoe Coffee Shop
Content Warnings: Bank robbery might involve violence toward civilians, and will involve explosions.

I. Robberies Make For Bad Days | First Bank of Central City | Closed to Tommy Shepherd
From now on he was going to live his life only through drive through and online banking. With those sorts of things you didn't end up like Mark did, sitting curled up on the floor of the bank with a cluster of other civilians, shaking. The others shook from fear, whimpered whenever the masked robbers looked at them and gestured with either guns or what looked like energy pistols, and didn't talk about their hope that some hero would come and save them.

Mark? Mark sat there quaking not because he cared that he was being menaced with a gun, or that there was a robbery going on, or even that a bad twitch would get him shot. No, he was shaking because these robbers were Metas, and Mark was accutely aware of that in a way no other civilian there was. Sure, they hadn't made use of their powers yet, but Mark could feel them, pressing in on his mind. One was clearly a telepath of some sort, and that Mark knew how to keep control of, how to keep his mind to himself, how to hide from other telepaths. But there was also someone who, best Mark could tell, cause metal to melt, and another one whose power Mark couldn't pin down but made his skin itch.

It was too much. It was a hard enough to keep control of his powers around some Metas, but it was worse when there were more than a few around. With no familiar powers to ground them in it was enough to leave him off balance, and with the fear... Mark was growing terrified that people were going to get hurt if this didn't end soon, and it wouldn't be by the thieves.

"Someone help," he whispered under his breath. That was their only hope, and for reasons no one else knew.
II. Is Heroics Really A Shelter? | Outside of Alliance Headquarters | Open
What do you do with an unsigned Meta? It was a question running through Mark's head, to the tune of some old shanty about drunken sailors. The song had been running circles around his head for days now, and the only way Mark knew to work through shit like this was distraction. So he did his best for distraction. Today his distractions were coming in the form of photography. So Mark stood across the street from the Alliance Headquarters and turned his camera upon the structure, his lens always focused up at large structure, never dipping down toward the doors without Mark first turning it away.

It was important not to piss off people with supernatural powers by making them think that you are taking pictures of them. Which Mark totally wasn't going to do. He doesn't need his ass kicked and himself accidentally stealing someone's powers in the process.

Still, he has to sigh before taking another picture of the building, trying to capture the way shadows fell across it at this late time of day, as if to make a picture to call into mind the idea that the Alliance was come upon dark times.

"This was never what comics prepared me to think superheroes would be like," he sighed as he snapped another shot. "Feel more like sports and movie stars than heroes."

Which was probably a rude thing to say because someone overhearing it could assume weird things. Like that Mark himself is a Meta. Which wasn't wrong at all.
III. Coffee Mix-Up Meeting | Moondoe Coffee Shop | Open
Coffee, the magical brew by which many an artist runs. Or so Mark always thought. He stood near the wall of his local Moondoe Coffee, waiting for his name to be called. Or, well, the poor approximation of his name that places like this seemed to manage.

"Brian!" a voice called, and Mark looked around. No one was making clear motion for the drink, so he walked toward it. Okay, one more way to check. He lifts the cup and, instead of sipping, checks the writing on the side indicating what the drink should be. And there was the familiar shorthand for a dark chocolate machiatto.

Alright, resolved that this was most definitely his drink, Mark lifted it to sip. And immediately cringed when it hit his tongue.

"The fuck?" he sputtered as he winced at the taste. "Is that... apple? Holy shit, what?"

"Maybe it's not your drink," the barista behind the counter said with that look that said 'you picked up someone else's order'.

"It's literally labeled with my name and marked as a dark chocolate machiatto. Soooooo, um, I'm sorry but I think the order might be wrong."

Though he was definitely wincing at the attention this was drawing him. Maybe he should just take this and go? Oh man, would that be more or less embarrassing? He wasn't sure.
[OOC: Mark Bryant's main Meta ability is copying the powers of those near him. This is entirely opt-in, and you can go to opt in over here if you'd like to play with Mark echoing powers.]
slowmotionbuscrash: (104)

[personal profile] slowmotionbuscrash 2022-10-13 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
It would seem like it happened all at once. The guns vanishing out of the robbers hands. Reappearing near simultaneously, embedded in the wall. The shoelaces of the robbers being tied together.

The punches happen in sequence, however. Tommy has to assume that they’re human and wouldn’t survive a high velocity punch. At this point, the threat is handled so a fatal hit would be doubly frowned upon. So he blurs into place besides the first two and socks them hard enough to drop them in one shot. Concussions are fair game.

Which just leaves the third, who Speed would like to leave conscious. He doesn’t want to get a reputation for being unnecessarily violent, and, with two down, there’s no one left to sneak up behind him and take him out.

“I’m gonna assume you know the drill. Hands up, on your knees. Your plea bargain will be better if you surrender.”
slowmotionbuscrash: (093)

[personal profile] slowmotionbuscrash 2022-10-16 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Something's wrong. Tommy's head snaps towards the moan that sounded too fast for human, and the table.

Something'swrong something'swrong isitme isitthem knockoutthelastone.

Tommy punches the third one with an abrupt apology. "Sorry."

The table's shaking harder now. It's not him. He'd feel it. It's not him. Notagain notagain notagain it'snotstopping getthemout getthemoutnow. Tommy runs for the customers and employees first, top speed. He has to take them out one at time - it's too much weight, and there's so many.
slowmotionbuscrash: (055)

[personal profile] slowmotionbuscrash 2022-10-18 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Tommy’s cleared most of the room by the time the man gets his attention. Cuts through the rush and blur and looooooooooong stretched out syllables by talking fast enough to not Doppler. Another speedster. Another speedster?!

Oh, shit. It’s really not Tommy vibrating the table.

The only speed rules he knows how to play by are his own, and he wouldn’t be able to affect a table that he couldn’t see. Molecules are molecules when it comes to vibrating them until they explode.

“Aspeedsterlikeyou.” Tommy grabs the man’s arm. “Run.”

And he doesn’t give him an option. They’ll run, or Tommy will fucking drag or carry him until they find some decent space where this idiot can’t blow people up. The alarm’s kicked on, the bank will be fine.

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defenderoftomorrow: (I saw a man so beautiful)

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[personal profile] defenderoftomorrow 2022-10-13 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Not angering people that might come at you with the intention to tear you a new one was something Jayce already learned back in his world, which is why he mostly kept to himself as he practiced his shape-shifting new powers. Anima's lessons had helped a lot - Jayce didn't keep transforming when he was startled, or it happened less often, at least- but he was still very new to the animal species from Earth. 

That meant that he had no idea what sort of creatures were considered "normal" to spot in a busy city. Sure, bird, dogs, and cats were a given, they had them in Piltover as well. But he rest...Jayce was mostly playing a game of guessing and then running into alleys to change back to normal if he noticed people giving him odd or worried looks.

The man taking pictures caught his eye, and a furry ear twitched and turned to the sound of his voice when Mark spoke to himself. Jayce was no detective like Caitlyn, but by the sound of it, this person was probably also a meta. If he was mistaken, well, he was probably fast enough to scurry away without being caught if they became hostile.

"Comics are illustrated stories, right? Fairy tale books? We don't exactly have them in my world but we have plenty of legends about heroes and evildoers. They are very different from how things work here."

If Mark looked down, he would realize that the source of that voice was a fennec fox, with golden eyes and a small scar where the right eyebrow would be on a human face.
defenderoftomorrow: (I know you said not to worry but...)

[personal profile] defenderoftomorrow 2022-10-14 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
In all fairness to Mark, Jayce should have anticipated that reaction. His bad. That was careless. The fennec fox was also startled when Mark yelped, and his ears shot up and then faced backward in a matter of seconds.

However, Jayce was also suddenly concerned that the camera was about to break. Machinery like that was expensive and delicate, something he knew well because he had built them in the past for Caitlyn. Rather than fleeing, his first instinct was to reach out and grab the camera before it crashed to the ground. But foxes didn't have hands to properly grab things and, upon realizing he needed opposable thumbs for this, his body switched to a different species.

And that's why, where the fennec fox had been a second ago, there was now a red panda standing on his hind legs, with the front paws around the camera hanging by Mark's hip.

"Oh...it's strapped. Smart." Jayce himself looked rather confused, first at the camera, then up at Mark. He let go of the machine and sat back on his haunches, ears dropping rather adorably. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you. You're not going crazy, but I can leave if you want."

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eatsnutsandkicksbutts: (squirrelgirl131)

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[personal profile] eatsnutsandkicksbutts 2022-10-14 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Kid must be new here. Whaddaya think, Frankie, does he look like he has anything good on him?"

"I'm not sure, but maybe we can bring Froyo over here to mug for the camera? You never know, sometimes humans will bust out the snack food if they think it'll make us sit still or do a cool pose."

"Hah! I know, right? Gosh, when are they going to start carrying around the good stuff, like granola bars or jars of peanut butter? I'd do a kickflip for some peanut butter!"


A couple of squirrels are sitting at the base of a tree not far from Mark, and they appear to be sizing him up for a shakedown. Nobody else seems to hear them, although a red-headed girl seated on a bench a few feet away gives them a look before going back to feeding the pack of squirrels at her feet.
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[personal profile] eatsnutsandkicksbutts 2022-10-15 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, dang!!" one of the squirrels exclaimed, tail sticking straight up in alarm. "We've got another one! Cupcakes, you field this guy, I'ma go get the boss!"

Cupcakes, for his part, turned to Mark and gave him the single most judgmental look he'd probably ever received from a squirrel. The other squirrel skittered up the tree, and Cupcake crossed his furry little arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, just between you and me... if you have any peanut butter on ya, you can tell me, I won't blab to the others! Also, you should really think about broadening your horizons, photography-wise. We're hecka cute, you'd get a ton of business."

"Oh, cute! It's, uh, it's almost like they're talking to you and having a totally legit conversation!" This interruption was courtesy of the red-haired girl who'd been sitting on the bench earlier; she approached Mark with a grin, and seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement.

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sixthdeadliest: Relaxed. (Leaning against a wall (full body))

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[personal profile] sixthdeadliest 2022-10-14 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm guessing that's mine. And for the tenth time, my name isn't 'Brian'. I don't know why you keep thinking it is."

The barista jumped at the sudden appearance of Six. Despite the dress shoes and the linoleum, he hardly made a sound as he walked, moving quietly second-nature to him.

Six wasn't one for flavored coffee and had nearly just ordered his usual black until he'd seen a particular item on the limited time fall menu. It wasn't coffee, but it had sounded right up his alley.

He raised an eyebrow at the other man. "I'm guessing it's Caramel Apple Spice in the cup?"

Literally apple cider with whipped cream and a light drizzle of caramel sauce.
Edited 2022-10-14 16:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sixthdeadliest 2022-10-14 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Six shook his head. "Not your fault. The barista kept insisting on calling me 'Brian' for some reason and must've written it on the cup, too. I didn't think to get the drink since he wasn't calling my name."

The barista grumbled something, jumping again when Six turned his head to look at him. Good thing Six was wearing sunglasses though it was still obvious he was glaring.

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nogodsnoheroes: (i've always been greedy that way)

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[personal profile] nogodsnoheroes 2022-10-14 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're joking, right? This is exactly how comics work."

The grumbling voice came from a tall, bony figure leaning against a nearby wall, her face half-hidden by the fall of unwashed blonde hair, her black leather jacket patched and stained. She wrinkled her nose, finishing off her coffee and crunching the paper cup in one hand, and straightened up to approach him.

Her appearance didn't exactly inspire confidence. Nor - to be honest - did her smell, which made it very clear that whatever she was into, it wasn't bathing. Still, by her standards, her tone was friendly enough.

"This is just how you do comics in real life. Dress everyone in costumes, take pictures for the front page, ooh and ahh at the ubermensch. It's the same propaganda, just... 3D. If the comics didn't prepare you for it, maybe you were reading the comics wrong."

Sorry, Mark. The human personification of Reddit has arrived.
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[personal profile] nogodsnoheroes 2022-10-14 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He sure did. It's something of a speciality of hers, and totally unrelated to why she has no friends.

She shrugged, tucking her free hand in her jacket pocket. "Yeah, and? You're the one out here talking to yourself about how comic books lied to you. And taking weird photos of their home base, which, by the way? They're definitely putting you on a watchlist for that."

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[personal profile] doctopoda 2022-10-15 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"It really isn't," Otto agrees, despite not being a part of this conversation at all!

In his defense, people usually notice him coming - the actuators and he make for a very large presence, and there's usually some kind of faint whirring happening somewhere about his person. He assumes the comment was meant to him, or at least generally to whoever was nearby. "But I suppose that's what happens when reality gets involved," he continues. Reality and numbers. Back home, Peter was probably just sneaking in under the wire; if there were more of them, Otto imagines the government would crack down.
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Otto sours on this entire encounter immediately. "It's Doctor Octavius," he corrects. Yes, he knows that's not a lot better - but one of them is his name, and the other one's an octopus! "Are you from that Rue Moore website?"

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