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Re:Open Role Play
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Date: 2008/06/02 08:05
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By: C_Dude
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Name: Deanon Zane Mavericks (Maverick II)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Ability: Psionic projection, otherwise more simply put: The ability to create living renderings by means of Quantum particle manipulation. Creative thought is purified into Will and is channeled externally usually through the fingertips (for maximum control). It is here that the Quantum particles are assembled (or disassembled) according to the intended object being rendered.
Appearance: Sandy blonde/ Light brown hair, 6 ft/ 182 cm, Amber-Hazel eyes which glow Red in conjunction to power usage, toned body structure, and an otherwise casual attire.
Background: Deanon Mavericks' arsenal is limited only by his creative mind, and therefore limited to what he knows. Since all imagination is to some degree, based on quantum reality, he often renders things like firetrucks or stone pillars to parry attacks in combat, and simply launches them at foes when on the offensive.
Perspective: Third Person.
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"Aye.."
Alex hears the call coming from a student walking towards him from down the hall. Taking his focus off Allen's still-shut door, he raises his head to look over and see the new-comer.
Deanon Mavericks, a boarder of 2 years now. Relatively new, but well-adapted to the school's lifestyle considering the time.
"Hey" Alex greeted back.
Deanon looks over at the door, clearly with the similar intent to that of Alex's. Which was evident enough for Alex to ask the boy "So you here because of today's speeches..?"
"Yeah.. Yeah man... Just thought I'd check in the fella. You got ne' clue what happened?"
"Well yeah, I've got a pretty good idea who was behind it all... Man, dickwads these days..."
"Haha yerrr aye..." Deanon slurred as he gave Allen's dorm room one more set of knocks.
"Aye dude, ya there? Ya right man?" He asked into the door, slightly muting himself.
... No answer.
He looked over at Alex as if waiting for some sort of gaze-acquired agreement and shrugged.
He grabbed Alex forcefully by the shoulders and held him tight. "Stay as still as possible... It'll just make shit a lot easier ey." Deanon explained as he shut his eyes in focus. Alex could remember feeling light. Dazed, as if, he were flying. Flying, as all that was around him blurred into an intimidatingly brightening red glow. Deanon's grip didn't seem any looser even as he released his right hand and pointed its' palm directly at Allen's dorm room behind him.
Alex could see the dorm room glow red, a red brighter than everything else that surrounded it. He now saw himself, Deanon and the dorm room glowing in the same fantastic way. He could feel himself edging towards the dorm room, towards the door. Not walking, but being dragged oh so lightly. The feeling of lightness could only be described as both surreal... And brief.
Then Deanon opened his eyes. There was a short but intense glimmer of red in the pair of gazers, and then all the brightness ebbed. Startlingly fast too. Deanon let Alex free of his left and remaining hand, causing him to stumble slightly on the floor.
"Sorry." Deanon said looking around the dorm room. "But these new door locks are both a luxury AND a pain in their own right..." He walked up to the door and pointed two fingers at the engaged lock, which glowed for a short moment. The device clicked as the lock's arm reverted into it's sitting position.
Still slightly dazed, Alex managed to sit himself on the edge of a bed that laid beside him. "Whuh-What'd you d-doo-o..?" he asked.
"Uh.. Just displacement you know... Quantum shit. Basically, you, me, the door, and it's bloody lock, didn't quite exist for a couple o' seconds... I just kinda... 'Re-rendered' it, so that we'd be INSIDE the room when we're drawn back into material existence." He smiled and looked at the swaying figure of Alex sitting on the mattress, trying to find some form of balance.
"It's okay man, it'll go away a couple o' minutes. Haha, kinda like gettin' all out pissed for 5 seconds then having it suddenly go away uh?" Deanon continued.
"I-- uh... guh.." Alex was still a bit groggy but found comfort in resting his head on one of the pillows.
Deanon walked to the middle of the room and called out Allen's name, asking him repeatedly if he was here, and that if he was, to show himself and "come chill"...
"Keep it simple buds." --Carlooo! ツ
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