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Crystal Robinson God drat reform school. Crystal's half expected to see an ax killer or guys on a panty raid. Perhaps both. It's got that vibe. Five hours in to her stay, Crystal finally see a ray of hope, as she's herded along with the other girls towards the auditorium. Girls of all kinds. Girls with wings. Girls with blue skins. Girls who might have been girls but are now formless blobs. Crystal's almost thankful, entering the auditorium. She's not the biggest freak here. Is that a thin ray of hope shining through? No. Probably not. Probably some kind of death laser, Crystal decides as she takes a seat. She grumbles through the long, droning talks of the people up on stage, taking glances at the people to her sides. She catches one of them, who looks normal eyeing her. Crystal glares back. Definitely a death laser.  pre:Name Crystal Robinson PL 7 Available 105 Used 105 Left 0 Abilities 18 Abilities Total Value Bonus Cost STR 6 1 5 2 STA 1 1 0 2 AGL 1 1 0 2 DEX 2 2 0 4 FGT 2 2 0 4 INT 1 1 0 2 AWE 0 0 0 0 PRE 1 1 0 2 Defenses 9 Base Bonuses Total Cost Dodge 1 0 4 3 Fortitude 1 0 3 2 Parry 1 0 3 2 Toughness 1 5 6 0 Will 0 0 2 2 Agility Advantages Power Mods Total Initiative 1 0 0 1 Skills 23 Skill Ability Mod Ranks Total Cost Acrobatis AGL 1 5 6 2.5 Athletics STR 6 2 8 1 Close Combat Unarmed FGT 2 5 7 2.5 Deception PRE 1 8 9 4 Expertise Civics INT 1 2 3 1 Current Events INT 1 1 2 0.5 Investigation INT 1 5 6 2.5 Perception AWE 0 6 6 3 Persuasion PRE 1 7 8 3.5 Ranged Combat Light Powers DEX 2 5 7 2.5 Advantages 4 Advantage Value Description Daze 1 +2 to Toughness as active defense Fascinate 1 Use Persuasion to entrance others Power Attack 1 Trade attack bonus for effect bonus Precise Shot 1 Ignore cover and fire into melee penalties Powers 52 Laser Emission Damage 7 Total Cost 20 Cost/Rank 2 Base Cost 1 Action Standard Range Perception Duration Instant Extras AP: Brightest Day (+1) AP: Broad-Spectrum Beam (+1) AP: E/M Bending (+1) AP: Energy Redirection (+1) AP: Homemade Holograms (+1) AP: Visual Chaff (+1) Increased Range (+2/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Brightest Day Environment 4 Total Cost 12 Cost/Rank 3 Base Cost 4 Action Standard Range 250ft Duration Sustained Extras Intense Heat (2/rank) Light (2/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Can create extreme heat, light up to that of daylight. Can counter darkness effects with a power check Broad-Spectrum Beam Weaken 7 Total Cost 14 Cost/Rank 2 Base Cost 1 Action Standard Range Ranged Duration Instant Extras Affects Objects (+1/rank) Increased Range (+1/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Weakens vs. Toughness E/M Bending Concealment 4 Total Cost 16 Cost/Rank 4 Base Cost 2 Action Free Range Personal Duration Sustained Extras Affects Others (+1/rank) Area (+1/rank) Selective (+1/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Concealment from all visual senses Energy Redirection Deflect 7 Total Cost 14 Cost/Rank 2 Base Cost 1 Action Standard Range Ranged Duration Instant Extras Reflect (+1/rank) Redirect (+1/rank) Flaws Limited (Only EM Radiation; -1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Concealment from all visual senses Homemade Holograms Illusion 7 Total Cost 14 Cost/Rank 2 Base Cost 2 Action Standard Range Ranged Duration Instant Extras Independent (+1/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Affects all visual senses. Just like mom used to make. Visual Chaff Affliction 7 Total Cost 14 Cost/Rank 2 Base Cost 1 Action Standard Range Ranged Duration Instant Extras Cumulative (+1/rank) Ranged (+1/rank) Flaws Limited: Requires light source (-1/rank) Descriptor Mutation Notes Dazed/Stunned/Unaware Immunity 10 Total Cost 10 Cost/Rank 1 Base Cost 1 Action None Range Personal Duration Permanent Descriptor Mutation Effects Life Support – Crystal doesn't need to eat, breathe, and is immune to poisons and diseases Crystaline Form Protection 5 Total Cost 5 Total Cost 1 Base Cost 1 Action React Range Personal Duration Permenant Descriptor Mutation E/M Senses Senses 7 Total Cost 7 Total Cost 1 Base Cost 1 Action None Range Personal Duration Permanent Descriptor Mutation Notes Counters Concealment (vs. Darkness; 2 ranks; visual) Darkvision (2 ranks) Infravision (1 rank) Radio (1 rank) Ultravision (1 rank) Super-Strength Enhanced Trait 5 Total Cost 10 Total Cost 2 Base Cost 2 Action Reaction Range Personal Duration Permanent Descriptor Mutation Well-Known Mutant Okay, fine, everybody at the school's a mutant, big whoop. Even those who can't pass as human enjoy a certain level of anonymity. Anna could probably get confused for Angel, for instance. Crystal? Daughter of a well-known, successful politician, instant viral video star? No, people know her. She's literally become the poster girl for many anti-mutant activists. Trust Issues So you're a good, dutiful daughter to your father's career, standing with mom and dad for photo ops and smiling and being good. Then you turn into a mutant, find out dad is banging a mutant, and that mom knows and lets him. That'll gently caress anybody up some! Crystal takes it coming and going. She's taken standard issue teen rebellion and amped it up to 11, lashing out at all kind of authority figures, particularly anybody who might be in loco parentis. Any Port In a Storm Crystal's been pushed out by her family and detached from her home and friends. It's made her desperate for some kind of stability in her life. Even while she's lashing out at her betrayers (ie: adults), she's desperate for acceptance to create a surrogate family, replacing the one she lost. Power Loss: Darkness The structure of her body acts as and amplifier, not an actual emitter, requiring Crystal to have some source of light to be able to use her light powers.+ Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at 02:24 on Aug 3, 2012 |
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Crystal Holy poo poo, spiders! Crystal's not exactly a stranger to all that "nature" and "outdoors" stuff. Daddy had to own a range, practically a requirement for office, and spiders weren't really something to worry about. Snakes, stampedes, Dallas traffic, all legit things to worry about. Not spiders. Spider hordes? That gets even Crystal up out of her seat, turning around with her hinder on the seat back, her feet on the arms of the seat behind it, clear of any spiders that might come up under her. "Blue house?" she asks, a faint twang in her voice. "I'm your last," she says. Crystal thumps her feet to the ground and tramps up to the back of the auditorium to join them.
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Crystal The Texan stands in the group, hips slightly forward, hands shoved in her pockets. She's focused in on Sarah and Cecilia in particular, even as the others chatter about. "Might 's well head back," she says. "Not much for us here," she says, her voice getting twangier. Add some acoustic guitar.... That's neither here nor there. The crystalline slab in human form looks...tense, quite a neat trick for her. Shoulders hunched, hand still deep in her pockets. She presses her lips into a line and shakes her head faintly. "How'd I get stuck with y'all?" she whispers. At least nobody's recognized her yet.
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Crystal "Gonna call you that from now on, Wallflower," Crystal says with a long, languid tone. Her hands get shoved back into her pockets and she shuffles along with the others back to their house. Whatever bonding activities the house mother may have, Crystal gives the slip to, hurrying upstairs. She's got unpacking to do, trying to make the cell feel more like home. Room, not cell. Minor difference. No bars, at least none that she can see, not that they're needed with Perky the Destroyer sleeping under the same roof and one of the planet's most powerful telepaths a building away. Crystal unzips her suitcases. The big duffel contains clothes and shoes, all the things a teenage girl would need. Through some miracle of physics an entire closet got compressed into the bag on the logic that she might need it all, a transparently thing excuse in Crystal's view. The other bag, a harder sided case, contains more personal items. A few favored books, trophies from assorted school sporting events, photos friends. The girl lingers, holding one paper-wrapped item in her hands, finally deciding it doesn't deserve to join the others and returning it to its suitcase.
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Crystal That's unpacked enough. All the important things. Almost feels like home. Maybe. A little. Okay, not at all, but there are enough trappings to let Crystal pretend. She leads her room and arrives back downstairs just behind Sarah. "Something like what?" she asks, picking up Anna's thought. "Holy poo poo?" she asks. Crap. Something happened and she missed it. Probably something stupid though. Crystal drops her full weight onto the couch, sinking deeply into the cushions.
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Aug 7, 2012 04:34
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Crystal Crystal breaks her silence to look over at Sarah. "Never. We're political prisoners," she says, crossing her arms defensively, "We stay here as long as we're inconvenient." No surprise that in her mind, that means forever.
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Crystal So she and Sarah are on the same page. Yeah. Good. "Not enough foundation in the world for me," she says. She scoots over on the couch to make room for Sarah. "So there's another solid stone girl who shoots light around like a loving disco ball?" she asks, clasping her hands together and putting on a fake-perky voice, which makes her accent event more pronounced. "I'm every so happy!"
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Aug 8, 2012 00:18
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Crystal Nope, Crystal wouldn't do that to somebody. She high fives Sarah solidly. "'Cause so many of us are blonde," she says. Not that that logically follows, and of course it discounts Tabby. "What is your power anyway?" Crystal asks Cecilia. 2HP now! WOO!
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Crystal That wipes the sparkle off Crystal's face. She stares at Tabby. "What?" she asks, dumbfounded.
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Aug 9, 2012 00:22
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Crystal "Super hosed up," Crystal agrees. Her eyes dart and she pulls her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms about her knees casually. That, at least seems, to have gotten her to shut up.
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Crystal Getting heavy? Why shouldn't it? It is heavy. Crystal doesn't say that, though. Neither does she say that she's not really hungry, not since the change. Instead she makes a perfunctory, acquiescing nod. "Sure," she says.
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Crystal "Jalapenos?" Crystal asks, perking up, actually maybe adding a small smile. "Ground beef?" she suggests.
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Crystal The crystalline girl picks up a hefty wad of napkins and lays it across the top of the pizza, pressing each sheet down until its soaked, then tossing it away and repeating the process until much of the excess grease is gone. For all the effort she doesn't eat it that fast, taking small nibbles, barely halfway through when others are going for their second and third. "Captain Italy?" she suggests as an answer to Cecilia's query. "Better'n what we get back home," she says. "Not that Texas is a big place for pizza."
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Crystal Quite for a bit now, Crystal breaks her silence with an ewww and a look at Sarah. "That sounds so wrong and dirty."
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Crystal A faint snort and a little smile comes across Crystal. "Promise I didn't copy yah," she tells the winged girl. "Kinda wrecked up my daddy's press conference," she says with a snort, sitting back, crossing her arms, actively feeding her mad. "Been spendin' years talkin' 'bout how mutant's are a menace and a threat to 'normal' people, lockin' 'em up in prisons. Not like he believes a word of it, just tryin' to get bigots and cowards to vote for 'im." Crystal smacks her hands on her knees. Rickie's demonstration suddenly gets a spotlight on it, as Crystal holds up a glowing hand. "Color and light," she says. "Both seem kinda silly."
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Crystal "Pretty much is," Crystal says to Sarah, ruefully. "Nice," she says, leaning forward, elbows on knee,s to look at Rickie's work. Her eyebrows jolt to make an escape from the top of her head, her eyes wide. "He deserved it!" she blurts out at Tabby. "He's....uh...." her burst of upset gone, Crystal slides back into the couch, shrinking away from the others. "Attorney General, of Texas," she says. And if anybody here doesn't know his actual name, she'll be surprised, bold anti-mutant crusader that he is.
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Crystal Crystal bristles. "You don't have to tell me that," she grumbles at Tabby, at least about the first part. "He is horrible," she says, a hard, hard edge in her voice. Her eyes narrow and she flops back, crossing her arms. "It'd have gotten buried," she says. "That's how it works." She's gotten cynical fast in her young life.
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Crystal "You don't have to tell me that," Crystal says testily, sitting up but keeping her arms defiantly folded. "I grew up with all this....crap." She groans slowly, shoulders hunching in. "Can we talk about somebody else?"
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Crystal Crystal makes a fist, putting her chin on it and her elbow on her knee, leaning in, listening. She's mostly looking at Sarah, trying to figure what to make of her. Rickie proves distracting, though, and Crystal moves in next to her. "You could do somethin' bendy, like Dali," she suggests.
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Crystal She's been quiet for a little while now, letting others dump their stories like she did. It's a backstory dumping session, establishing the characters and setting up their motivations. "I'm not trying to be...a bitch, or anything, but..." she says, raising a hand like she's in class. "I don't regret it. 'M sure Cecelia is and maybe the rest of you. Maybe everything Miss Tabby says about what I did is true. I'm still glad I did it," she says with a defiant twang. Crystal ends, as she has most things, with a faint shrug and a deepening of her slouch on the couch. "Can you write me a horse?" she asks Cecilia, sounding absolutely serious.
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Crystal "Grew up in tornado country of west Texas. Girl or fella didn't know how to ride there, people'd think you were funny. Didn't move to Austin until I was twelve," she says to Sarah, defiantly. "It's fun. Don't knock it till you've tried it." Crystal restrains herself from the first conception that flits into her head. No...no, it can't be that easy. So she says the next thing, "Can you get us a TV?"
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Crystal "Can we do it by kicking asses?" Crystal asks. "I've got a list," she says. And it's not just a list with 'Daddy' over and over again. No, her mother's on there a couple times, the mysterious blue mutant, and some old enemies from her school, when she was at school. A normal school, that is. No, the list is only 80-85% daddy. "Better do somethin'," Crystal considers. "Gonna be football season soon and you don't wanna see me if I miss out on that. Won't be pretty." Crystal creases her brow and thinks. "We don't have a team or anything, do we?" she asks. Who would they play against? The other school for criminal mutant girls?
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Crystal "Yeah," Crystal says, picking up from Anna. "I don't want to have glue all over me."
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Crystal A long stare at Cecilia. Crystal blinks a few times. Yeah, she's got nothing for that.
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Crystal Crystal's nose twitches and then she tilts her head. Crystal stands up and marches over to the bookcase. She pulls down the biggest, heaviest book she can find...a slight huh, since she didn't know they still printed dictionaries, and she marches back over, handing it out to Tara.
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Crystal Crystal pops up to her feet. Tara's got this, though, no need for help. "Not a lotta girls know how to take a fall," she tells Tara as she sits back down. "Doesn't sound anything like cheering. All about the rhythm, there," she says. "If it stops you just....collapse. Like missin' a step on the stairs, then you fall hard."
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Crystal "Oh Gosh!" Crystal declares, hopping to her feet and taking the schedule. "Leadership and Initiative!?" she's putting on a heavy, mock-drawl that's not really her natural accent, although the difference may be lost on anybody but her. "Maybe if we're good we'll get a whole nickel!" A snort and roll of her eyes. The last thing Crystal wants is leadership and initiative. Ugh. Despite that level of distaste, Crystal still take the schedule and studies it, along with the map of the campus to suss out all the rooms and buildings.
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Crystal "Maybe it's a way to keep us from carb loading. Can't sleep through science, if we're in the lab," Crystal says. She steps up to the stairs and lingers, stifling a yawn. Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at 03:27 on Sep 5, 2012 |
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Crystal Tabby's long story glanced off Crystal, still lingering at the foot of the stairs. The moral rather obviously embedded in it put her off to the whole affair. Hulk's grabby, Iron Man's distractable, don't be bad. Right. She'd half expected Tabby to tie a bow around it. Crystal goes upstairs and promptly faceplants into her bed, untroubled by the sentiment affecting her housemates. "Supersports, I'd wager," Crystal says, coming up behind Tara. "Get us 'comfortable with our powers' and all that." She picks up a plate and scoops over a larger helping of scrambled eggs. She finds a seat, dropping a gym back as she sits down. She's already dressed for PE, her class clothes presumably in the bag. "Y'all sleep good?" she asks as she starts eating.
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Crystal A look up, still with a fork in her mouth. Crystal tugs the fork out quickly, waving it in her hand as she swallows. "Mebbe it's a theory-practice thing. 'PE' gets us out doin' while 'Powers' just teaches us a lotta history and theory," Crystal speculates, scraping her fork along the plate to get the last of the eggs. "Guess we'll find out." "Don't be making fun," Crystal says to Sarah. "You've got to be in top shape to cheerlead, least competitively. Wouldn't get caught sayin' it but it's even harder than football. Easier to just slam into a guy than get tossed up in the air and land without breaking something."
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Crystal "How's a log sleep?" Crystal asks Rickie. She nods a few times. "Not sure why. Partta bein' tough, I suppose. Haven't tested it or anythin'. Sounds like somethin' they might do in that powers class." Crystal stands back up and goes to the counter. She lingers there, idly stabbing a sausage with her fork and nibbling on it. "Howdy, Anna," she says. "Find out soon enough, Sarah. Y'all gotten enough?" she asks. "Not feelin' that hungry myself."
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Crystal "Oh hell!" Crystal declares, dropping the fork and rushing to scoop up her bag. "C'mon, girls, we gotta get out to PE. Can't be late on our first day, they'd never let us hear the end of it!" With that Crystal's breaking into a full run out the door.
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Crystal Through a series of unfortunate turns and confusion on the exact location of the gym, Crystal arrives in the middle of the pack. She doesn't look winded at all, but then, why would she? "Right, y'all, blue house," she agrees. "I'm Crystal," she says, watching the other house members keenly for any signs of snickering.
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Crystal While the fliers trade wing commentary and probably grooming tips, Crystal's wandered off towards the side of the court. There's a bin under the bleachers that she tugs on and finds a collection of sports balls - volley, basket, foot and soccer. Their presence inside and on a basketball court doesn't stop Crystal from reaching for the spheroid. She pops back around the bleachers with a football in her hand. "What're you waiting around for, girls!" she calls, sounding actually, really excited for a change.
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Crystal A solid pass out to Sarah at half-court, Crystal puts a good spiral on the ball and starts moving right away after. "Think we can do this outside!?" she calls to the group. "Gonna takeout a light in here. Anna! You'd make a great flying back!"
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Crystal "Hah!" Crystal laughs. "Knew you girls had have have some go!" She spies Cecilia, shouting out, with her hands up, "Open!" Her plans get quickly skunked by the arrival of Blunt Trauma. Crystal skids to a halt and turns to look at their coach. drat, she is big. Where the other girls fidget, Crystal listens attentively. Coaches, they're the one authority figure that's never failed Crystal. Everything's out in the open - you've got the goal, you perform your best, hit it, everything's good. No secrets, no sneaking around. "Right, Coach!" Crystal says, breaking for the edge of the gym, moving at a brisk pace. Athletics 8 if we're counting such things
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Crystal Making a strong early finish, Crystal takes a light loop around the gathering area to run herself off and cool down. Not that she worked up a sweat. Which leads to the obvious question.... "Miss....Coach?" she says. "Believe me, I would if I could, just no idea how."
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Crystal She may not sweat, but drat, this is work! Crystal's stronger than she used to be but she's also heavier than she used to be, so the two effects balance each other out. By the time they're done Crystal's pushups come noticeably slower than when she started. Crystal sits back and looks at the others as they finish up. She's already halfway up to her feet when they get hit by the next task. Anna's almost-whine draws Crystal's attention. City kid, she'd guess. "Cross your arms," she says, putting each hand on her opposite shoulder. "And focus on your knees. Makes it a little easier."
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Crystal "Twenty six....twenty seven..." Crystal grunts along, focusing with sheer bloody-mindedness. Gotta beat those red house girls, and the other blues too. Everything's a competition and drat it...."What's so funny?" Crystal asks as she comes up, looking over to the source of the snickering. Then Crystal bursts out laughing herself, seeing her multi-colored body. Crystal collapses back in her own fit of giggles.
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