Metahumans were the best kept secret in the world, until the Event. When a biochemical attack is launched upon major population centres around the world millions of latent metahumans discover their abilities. With a wave of metacrime sweeping the globe, the US Government launches its response.
Welcome to Only Super, a world where god-like beings masquerade in human flesh and the word Hero is just a job description.
Metahumans are now in the public eye, with Heroes the new celebrities and metacriminals the new bogeyman. Not everything is on the surface however, and powers are beginning to move behind the scenes. Who's side are you on?
Post by Madison Ardnell on Sept 22, 2018 12:19:43 GMT
Madison was not late. Madison was never late. It was a deliberate choice, stemming partly from his desire to do what he had to do with complete accuracy and partly for the favor, however small, it gained him with the teachers. He was scrupulous about doing his homework, keeping to the dress code, never getting caught breaking a rule. (That last was made much easier when you had a power that prevented people from sneaking up in you.) After all, when something came before the attention of the teachers, who were they going to believe- the kid who'd always been good, or the troublemaker? The HFT of offenses (that's "holy freakin' trinity", except "freakin' was not usually the word used) at EMBA was smoking, alcohol, and sex. Madison was so far only guilty of the first two, but the semester was still young.
He had stepped over from hus assigned lab space to have a few words with another on-time arrival when his lab partner arrived. Keaira looked flustered, clearly trying to make up for her previous record of lateness in getting here soon enough. Madison internally shook his head and chuckled.
Excusing himself he went over to the space assigned for the two of them. "Afternoon, Keaira," he said. "How are you today?"
Post by Keaira Matthews on Sept 26, 2018 20:38:22 GMT
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Being perpetually tardy despite her numerous attempts at punctuality was maddeningly frustrating. However, if there was anything that perturbed Keaira more than her failure to consistently arrive to class on time it was the fact that Madison had arrived before her. MADISON! Of all people! Somewhere in the back of the brunette's mind, Keke realized that it probably wasn't fair of her to make such a snap judgment about what kind of person Madison was based solely on his atrocious behavior in ballet. Still, it was her first interaction with the arrogant young man and the impression that he'd left upon Keke was less than stellar, to say the least. It was quite possible that perhaps had the teen never found herself in the position of being partnered with Madison in this class that she would have content to allow her first impression of him be her only impression of him.
Which left the teen with a couple of options; minimize her interactions with Madison doing just enough to get their project finished as quickly as possible or actually take some time to get to know each other in hopes that they would discover enough common ground that they'd be able to better tolerate one another. Particularly because as she understood it, changing partners was not an option and she'd be stuck with Madison for the remainder of the year. After all, no one could be all bad, could they? He had to have some redeeming qualities, didn't he? Almost as if on cue, as if her thoughts had summoned him to her, Madison crossed the room to where she was seated. For some strange reason the thought of her thoughts drawing him to her lingered within the teenager's mind perhaps a bit longer than they should have.
Was it possible that they had? For all she knew he could very well be a telepath. It wasn't like they'd discussed their powers with each other. Or that she would ever expect them to get to that level of comfort with one another in which they would. Still now that the idea had taken root, a deep scarlet hue seeped into her cheeks. As much of as she hadn't necessarily been a huge fan of her old school, the sixteen year old now oddly found herself missing it. Or at the very least missing normal awkwardness in social interactions where she was more concerned with things like whether or not her clothing was in style rather than whether a potential new friend was a mind reader or not. Granted, she hadn't been hosting any inappropriate thoughts at the time, but a person's mind just seemed like an immensely personal thing to have a person invade.
He had greeted her. He'd greeted her and she hadn't responded. The technopath was merely sitting there slack jawed blushing furiously. for seemingly no apparent reason. Finally finding her voice, Keaira replied "Morning! Afternoon, rather. Is it after noon? Well, I mean it is technically after Noon, so I guess it would be afternoon wouldn't it? " Oh my gosh, Keke, can you be more of a spazz, the teen scolded herself as her blush worked its way all the way up to the tips of her ears. Smiling sheepishly,the brunette tried again "That didn't really make sense, did it," she inquired.
"Well, I meant to say was.," Keaira started as her hand reached up to smooth a lock of hair out of her face ,Keke leaned forward unaware of the placement of the metallic tongs on the table which once coming into contact with her elbow fell onto the floor with a loud clang. "Dammit, I can't do anything right today," the teen swore.
Post by Madison Ardnell on Oct 8, 2018 14:50:47 GMT
To Madison's eye, Keira was practically screaming information about herself. Her nervousness, her feeling of awkwardness, her... dislike of Madison? What had he done? It annoyed Madison that she already had an opinion of him; he much preferred to be the person in charge of forming such opinions. If someone was going to dislike him, he at least wanted the pleasure of earning it!
But he knew enough to know the proper next step. Keeping a smile on his face, he chuckled at her awkward greeting. "I got the picture. Damn, it's nice out today. Too bad they won't let us do this outside, huh?"
He was facing her, face and posture carefully calculated to show what he wanted her to see. His shirt was just tight enough across his chest to make his pectoral muscles visible- her awkwardness was the sort that would bleed easily into noticing such things. It never hurt to be hot.
"What, just because you dropped these?" he said, bending down to grab the tongs. "Surely it's not that bad."
Setting the tongs down, he took his seat next to her. "What do we have today? Binary chemical reactions? Oxidation and reducing agents? Okay, not so bad, I guess."
Post by Keaira Matthews on Oct 19, 2018 20:33:45 GMT
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By her own admission, despite being rather academically gifted, Keaira didn't possess many other talents save for one; an innate ability to not only detect one's most positive attributes but to encourage them to showcase them to others. It was her calling so to speak and she was good at it...usually. Keke had as of yet to ascertain Madison's redeeming quality and as she refused to believe that he simply didn't have any the only logical conclusion for the brunette to draw was that she hadn't made an earnest effort . But why? That was the question. Why had she been so content to allow her pre conceived notions of Madison to linger for so long? Taking his poor behavior in ballet at face value was an affront to her inner scientist.
It was almost as if a part of her had no interest in being proven wrong about him. Like she preferred to cling to her prior assessment of his character even if her logic and reasoning behind the conclusion she'd hastily drawn was flawed. But to what end? Her continued disassociation with him? Was that it? She needed a reason to justify her alienation? This was a first, and to be honest more than a little unsettling. Perhaps, she was merely overanalyzing things as usual. After all, Madison was just a boy. A boy.... with a really cute smile, but a boy nonetheless. She'd talked to boys before, right? Well, actually no. Not, really. She'd babbled incoherently and they usually nodded politely and smiled till something else eventually stole their attention.
As she heard a low chuckle escape Madison's throat, the teenager lifted her gaze to study his face. Well, she'd definitely been right about the cute smile. Why hadn't she ever noticed that before? More importantly, why was she noticing that now? Focus, Keke, Focus, the teenager thought to herself. If she had any chances of getting through this class without Madison painting her as a blithering moron she had to at the very least refrain from looking directly into that smile. Choosing instead to focus on his words, the sixteen year old's gaze flitted over to the window as he commented on the weather. He had a point. It was a radiant day with the sun's ray reflecting beautifully and brilliantly off the glass.
Nodding, the technopath replied " Preferable, but a bit impractical I'm afraid. While I admittedly haven't read over the details of today's experiment in full, there's always a probability of the reaction becoming or being volatile. Should that be the case the local flora is highly unlikely to be able to withstand such volatility." Oh, she was doing it again wasn't she? Meeting idle small talk with sound logic, because that was what every boy liked right? Cogitation and Sound Reasoning. Wait, what did it matter what boys liked? Well, not boys, plural, Keaira reasoned. What was wrong with her today? Slightly concerned that the chaos that was unfolding in her mind was visible on her face, Ke's gaze flitted back to Madison.
Well... it would seem that the brunette had found another place to focus attention other than his smile, but she wasn't sure that it was in any way appropriate. In fact, her cheeks burned with her modesty as she noted the way that the delicate fabric of Madison's shirt clung to his torso showcasing his rather impressive pectoral muscles. Averting her gaze would be rude as you were supposed to look at the person that you were speaking to, but wouldn't continuing to stare at his chest be even ruder? Much to her relief, Madison bent to retrieve the tongs that she had dropped earlier, giving her a chance to tear her gaze away and he placed them back in their previous spot before moving to take his seat beside her.
Shaking her head, she continued "It's more than just that. It's just been a bad day all around. I've been running behind schedule all day today. I spilled a soda on my favorite blouse so I had to rush and change after my first class. No matter how hard I try, I'm still a disaster in ballet and despite the fact that I am actually pretty good at writing in Spanish and singing in Spanish I still get points off on stuff because my pronunciation is terrible. It's just been an awful day, but I'm sure you don't really want to hear about all that." Looking down at the sheet of paper that was sitting on the table between the pair, Keaira answered "Um, well it looks like today we have binary chemical reactions. Oxidation and reducing agents is scheduled for tomorrow. Technically none of our reports are due for any of these until the end of the week so I suspect that we can do them in any order we choose. Which would you like to do first? I mean what are you must comfortable or familiar with?"
Post by Madison Ardnell on Nov 2, 2018 2:08:56 GMT
As he approached, nervousness seemed to break out of her emotions like the sun breaking through the clouds. Interesting. She really hadn't had a good day; he knew that from her face before she said it in words. But the slight attraction was still there; he saw that too. Of course, slight attraction didn't necessarily mean anything; he knew he was attractive and that females often noticed this, but it took work to leverage that into something more concrete. It was a tool, that was all.
At her comment about local flora he found himself raise an eyebrow. “Local flora? You think the grass can't handle it? Won't it grow back?” He felt her notice and his body and stretched his shoulders very slightly, emphasizing his pecs. It gave him a thrill to unbalance people in all the right ways: a dozen little pushes, a swathe of tiny things, each amplifying discomfort until the victim's cheek were burning and she couldn't say a word without stumbling. And all the time he'd play innocent and happy, as if he was blissfully unaware of what he was doing to her.
It was fun.
When she described her day so far he nodded sympathetically. “That sounds like it sucks. Hey, we could work on Spanish sometime if you wanted; I'm decent at pronunciation.” That was true, though he was weak in other areas, which he didn't mention. Why put down yourself if you didn't have to? He moved himself closer to read the paper which was on the table, in the process, and being very aware he was doing it, moving himself closer to Keaira without quite touching her. He scratched at his chest, making the motion look perfectly natural.
“Let's do binary first. I think that leads into the other stuff? This is the AB, CD to AD, CB thing, right?”
Post by Keaira Matthews on Nov 19, 2018 21:36:26 GMT
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This was so unlike her, Keaira thought to herself with frustration. What was wrong with her today? Socializing with boys had always been something of a challenge for the brunette, but never could she recall a time in which she'd been rendered so flustered by someone that she couldn't form coherent sentences. There was a first time for everything, the teen knew, but this certainly wasn't a first that Keke could appreciate. Losing her inhibitions was indeed a terrifying thing for one whom prided herself on self control.
The gentle rise of Madison's brow somehow wrenched her from her reverie. as he inquired as to whether or not the grass would be able to regrow. As her anxiety intensified, the teenager had begun to absent-mindedly twirl a lock of hair about her index finger. Clearing her throat, Keaira started "Well, I suppose it could. It just depends on what kind of chemicals we use and how badly the grass is burned as a result. If the roots are still healthy then new growth shouldn't be inhibited, but if we manage to scorch the glass to its roots then re seeding might be necessary which is quite a hassle even for just a small patch. It is probably better that we err on one die of caution anyway, because..."
Keke broke off mid sentence, her cheeks reddening as she realized that her mother's influence was showing. Much to her surprise, Madison offered to assist her with her pronunciation. It was a kind offer and one that shouldn't be regarded with suspicion and yet Keaira found herself wondering whether or not it was because he felt sympathy towards her because she'd had such a rotten day or it was genuinely out of the goodness of his own heart. With her grade in Spanish suffering, the sixteen year old was hardly in a position to turn down a tutor. Suddenly, a thought came her! Wait, was he....was he asking her out? Like on a date? A study date, but a date nonetheless...
No...not of course not. That would be ridiculous. Guys rarely looked at her in that regard. Offering Madison a sheepish grin, Kearia replied "Really? I totally suck at rolling my Rs. I think that's the bulk of my problem with pronunciation. If you could help me with that, I am pretty sure that the rest will be a piece of cake." In an effort to better see the paper detailing their experiment for the day, Madison had to move a little closer to it and in essence...her. As he did so, Keke was once again very aware of the prominence of Madison's pecs. Were they somehow more noticeable then they had been a few minutes ago... no... that was absurd, but man did he smell nice, the brunette noted.
Nodding her head numbly, Keke answered "Uh...yeah. Pretty much or Fe(s) + Sg(s)? But yeah that's pretty much the gist of it. I assume that mastering this will help us better understand and be more prepared for the lesson on Oxidation. " Having been so wrapped up in her conversation with Madison, Keaira hadn't noticed that the classroom had begun filling up until the teacher strolled in and instructed everyone to don their safety goggles and turn on their Bunsen burners.
Post by Madison Ardnell on Dec 18, 2018 16:20:51 GMT
"Awesome," he said when she agreed to meet him. She was giving off signals of attraction but no signals that she knew if he reciprocated. The game now was ambiguity. Be just nice enough that she thought he might find her attractive. Keep her in suspense until she simply had to know. With the right moves he could wrap her around his little finger, become her secret obsession. He rather liked the idea of that. But that would take time, and for now the key was to be just a little aloof. Keep her guessing.
"Meet at 3:30 maybe? Under the big tree near the pond?" His choice of an outdoor, "Romantic" location was not a coincidence in the slightest. Oh, no. But his body language and smile were merely friendly. He changed the subject to the day's worksheet and they had begun going through it when the professor came in and instructed them to get ready and turn on their Bunsen burners and put on their goggles.
And here came the first problem. Keke had put hers on the work bench, and, when she hadn't been looking, Madison had hidden them. This caused a bit of a scuffle that ended with the professor saying sternly, "Miss Matthews, surely you know to be prepared when you come to chemistry lab," and at just that moment Madison had said, "Wait, I actually think I might have an extra," and reached into his backpack and pulled out his spare and presented them to Keira.
See, that was how you did this. When a girl was uncomfortable, she naturally gravitated towards the person who got her out. You didn't need big acts to wrap them around your finger, most of the time. Just little nudges.
Post by Keaira Matthews on Jan 8, 2019 15:39:27 GMT
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Keaira was confused; it was a state of mind that the brunette wasn't familiar with and quite frankly didn't like at all. After ballet class, Keke was fairly sure that she knew precisely what kind of person that Madison was and had treated him as such. However, his offering to assist her with Spanish without asking for anything in return had given her pause. Although, if she were being honest, Madison's choice of locale for their meet-up seemed a bit odd. Beautiful, to be certain as the brunette had always found nature to be a relaxing environment, but not necessarily appropriate for studying.
Frowning, the sixteen year old replied "3:30 is fine, but outside though? Seems like it might be a bit distracting don't you think?" The location actually proved to be a bit more of a conundrum for the teenager than it should have been as Keaira was quite a big fan of nature and yet her studious nature didn't allow for much of any interruption in her studies. She had been about to suggest the library wherein she'd located a cozy little nook near the back that was rarely occupied in a section not often frequented which would all but insure that they wouldn't be disturbed when the teacher gave the instruction to put on their goggles and turn on their Bunsen burners.
It was a simple instruction that should have been easily executed and yet... where the hell were her goggles? The teenager could have sworn that she had placed them on her work bench and yet they were nowhere to be found. Frantically, Keaira sifted through the items on the bench becoming more and more agitated by the minute as the goggles resolutely refused to materialize. To make matters worse her frenzied motions had not gone without notice as the teacher chastised her quite unapologetically for being unprepared. Mortified, the technopath's cheeks tinged bright pink as her head drooped in shame.
Suddenly, Madison's voice piped up from beside her, informing both her and the teacher that he possessed an extra pair of goggles that he would happily loan her. While disappointment lingered in the older woman's eyes, she said nothing further. Instead the ornery professor merely gave the pair of them a curt nod before moving on. Still a bit disappointed in herself and feeling more than a little abashed, Keaira took the goggles from Madison's hand with a soft "thanks" and busied herself with sliding them over her eyes. As the teacher moved further down the aisle and out of earshot Keaira added low enough for just Madison's ears "Like, I said. Worse day, ever."