Test drive

[theearth]

Scenarios:

> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> It's raining men vi har paraply It's raining, so seek shelter... Or run into someone because your umbrella is blocking your view, or jump into puddles and get everyone else wetter than they should be.
> Grab a coffee or get a letter You're at work, whatever that is; a coffee shop perhaps, or maybe you work for the FBI or as a kindergarten teacher, or something else entirely. Either way, things happen - maybe you only do your job, but maybe the supernatural suddenly impacts you in ways that you didn't plan on...
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it? Maybe you received something right in the middle of the street, or while riding the bus, at school, or maybe on a date...
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

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[stopinthenameofawe]

[As a cop, naturally it's Melissa's job to look into any mafia meddlings. Especially since she is technically working undercover at ThunderCorp, who have a specific interest in the mafia. She has plenty of reasons to be out, in uniform no less, exploring the alleys where she hears someone yell, and as she rushes to the scene what should she see but her oldest brother, holding a giant stick with an unconscious mafia member on the ground.]

...Harry, what the hell?! [Shit. Shit, this has better not mean--]

[no_love_potions]

[Melissa's shout brings an end to the awkward silent staring and three heads turn to whip around to look at her. Harry blinks once or twice, until it sinks in.

Oh. Busted.

Shit.]

Uuhh... hey.

[Unfortunately, the mafia guys are moving again too. Harry catches the movement of their hands, reaching into their coats. The sons of bitches were about to pull a gun on him. More importantly, following the gaze of one of them, they were about to pull a gun on his little sister. Now that. That pisses him off.

Harry's come a long way over the last few months, way past nearly blasting himself to jelly trying to knock over a big snake. Reading that book, "Elementary Magic" helped too, and as he did, words had started to come to him. Words and weird, arcane concepts that had to do more with imagination and will than words. He's mad, and scared, and he seizes both of those, focuses them and channels them through the staff in his hand as he points it toward the scumbag eyeing Melissa.

Then he barks one of those words.]

Fuego!

[The jet of fire catches the hitman and sends him tumbling to the ground, rolling and shrieking with that unique pain that only comes with instant third-degree burns. The other guy stumbles back out of reach of the column of fire, scrambling both for his weapon and to get out of the line of fire.]


[Haha. Line of fire. Get it?]

[stopinthenameofawe]

[Ok in hindsight maybe she shouldn't have yelled like that. But that had not been what she was expecting to see, and Melissa has enough experience to get her out of this. Hopefully. The fact that her brother is apparently a fucking wizard now helps that.

She grabs both of her guns, pointing at the remaining gang member and shooting off a few rounds, each gun firing right after the other in what is probably a slap in the face to the physics of shooting. It doesn't take long before he's down, too.

Melissa doesn't lower her guns, keeping an eye out for any others but also giving Harry a look. There is no way in hell he's running off after that.]

You ok?

[no_love_potions]

[And apparently his sister is Annie freaking Oakley now.

Harry's been to warzones, he's no stranger to the sounds of gunfire or of seeing people dropped by it but he still grimaces at the sound of bullets hitting human meat... not to mention the smell of cooked gangster that drifts up from the smoldering thug. He'd at least stopped howling in pain in favor of rolling on the ground, whimpering. The guy who'd taken the cannonball is still across the street with his arms wrapped around his ribs.

Fucking hell. He'd done that much and he barely even feels a dent in the power still running through him. What the hell could he do if he really cut loose?]

Peachy. [He looks toward Melissa, planting one end of his staff against the ground in what he figures is a suitably cool stance.] I think these guys need to get to a hospital though.

[stopinthenameofawe]

[Damn right she is. She's not putting those guns way yet, either, sighing slightly in relief that no one important is hurt. As for the people that are...]

Right. [She pulls out her phone, calling up 911 and rolling her red at her brother.] put that damn thing away. And you-- [she addresses the man that had gotten a magic blast to the chest.] You were shot point blank. Got it?

[Melissa is intimidating enough that even gangsters know better than to argue.]