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Post by Vorik October 4th 2020, 10:25 pm

What does it mean to be a hero? Is it when you defeat the villain, when you save the day, or perhaps it is when you appear on the local news network as they praise you? Being a true hero, at least in Wanting's eyes, is to be none of those. A hero doesn't pride themselves on beating up someone, nor do they save people to be famous. To be a hero is to simply end suffering. Defeating the bad guy, saving people, all of it boils down to helping people who are suffering. This is why it's such a shame that most of these "heroes" spent most of their time signing autographs and getting brand deals. If there were more genuine heroes then perhaps he never would have resorted to what he is now.

He stopped himself from drifting off into the what-ifs as he watched the news. The nicely dressed reporter was going on about another local hero in New York. Usually, he didn't care about the hero worship but who they were worshipping was very interesting. He'd been planning to pay Dove a visit sometime in the future but he just couldn't find the right opportunity. Seeing that she was not only donating to one of the local homeless shelters but is going to be working in a soup kitchen for the next week seemed like the perfect chance to have a chat.

Slipping on his plain white mask depicting an expression of profound sadness he ventured down the halls of one of his many underground labs, preparing the various bodies that made up the collective for a very important meeting. The plan was simple, while she worked and toiled in the kitchen, he would slowly filter in his many bodies. Once there were enough to stop her from easily escaping he would reveal himself to her.

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Post by Ai Kon February 1st 2021, 2:09 am

”And you have yourself a wonderful day!”

Cameras flashed as the homeless man, scruffy and dirty, grunted and accepted the food offered to him. It was a good meal, being one of the more upscale soup kitchens in the area, and was funded directly by the Konnick Family as part of Senator Takeshi Konnick’s plan to alleviate the troubles of the less-fortunate. Ai would know; that was her father. Oh, no one knew. Unlike some of the modern day superheroes, she kept her identity a firm secret; not out of fear of being discovered or anything, that didn’t worry her. Only her father would absolutely kill if he found out she was out doing hero work again! He was a nosy one, and tried to have people follow her!

She felt bad trapping them in crystal, but it was for the good of the people!

Smoke, vapor, and the bright lights of a public facility nearly dimmed her vision, but the fancy little sunglasses she wore prevented such a thing! They were adorable, too, she saw a pair just like it worn by some cute actress in her favorite magazine, and she bought it the very same day! Shipped in from Japan! The lenses and frames were differing shades of pink, while the former were shaped in hearts traced with real gold. They were expensive, sure, but absolutely gorgeous! Now, some people might say wearing them while volunteering at a soup kitchen was tacky, but she just couldn’t resist! It matched her outfit!

Speaking of, her uniform, as she liked to think of it, was a tad bit more modest today. Leggings covered her long legs, the typically short-cut bustier had a much more sincere bust than her usual uniform (though it still showed off her flat stomach). It all was, of course, pink, and came with her tell-tale frills and pretty pink skirt. And across her bust was the image of a dove with its wings outstretched. It was all very … bright and monochromatic, but it worked for her, with her bubblegum hair pulled back into a ponytail and heels clicking on the floor. Somehow.

”And you too, sir!”

She served another plate, this time to a grumpy teenager, but she gasped as the next in line was a mother with two kids, one barely old enough to walk. With a gasp, she waved at them, but they only stared back with the tired eyes of the downtrodden. With a smile that could brighten the deepest darkness, she waved her hand and winked, an action unobscured by the mask over her eyes she wore, and a dog - a living, bounding dog made of pink energy, with a tongue lolling out of its mouth - which bounced around the children. The smiles that bloomed across their faces made one bloom across her own, and the aura that surrounded her brightened.

It was difficult, sometimes, when you come from so much, to understand the struggles of the poor and disenfranchised. It’s why she did this, why she had to. In her normal life, she would never encounter people like this; so many stories, so many different personalities and down-on-their-luck people. And odd individuals, too! Oh, sure, it was scary at times - like the crazy people who pull weapons out!!!! - but she could handle it. She was a hero, after all, who took out empowered folk on the daily! A little homeless guy wasn’t gonna scare her.

But what did were some of the people in this room.

It … it took her a while to notice, but some of them … they didn’t have personalities. At least, that’s the best way she could sum it up. See, every living thing emitted this … aura. And she could feel all the good things they give off, like love and happiness. But a few of the people, they didn’t give off this aura. She had never encountered it before, and it was freaking her out.

But the only thing to do was wait until he made a move ...
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Post by Vorik May 31st 2021, 6:23 pm

For the past few hours, Wanting had been working behind the scenes. He was like a conductor of a play and all the people inside the homeless shelter were his actors and musicians. He coordinated and filtered in his crowd of nobodies as he'd like to call them until they numbered just over a dozen. Each one of them looked no different than the other hapless and downtrodden homeless who actually existed. The only real difference was that each member of the crowd was carrying 10 pounds of IEDs that would surely level the city block and everyone in it.

While he wasn't opposed to the idea of turning this shithole into a crater, it would hinder his talk with Dove. So for now, the crowd simply meandered through the soup line, sat at the various booths and tables, and just looked as empty as they really were.

Wanting finally took the stage in the body of an aging caucasian male with a drooping face and a heavy frame. He shuffled along the serving line before he was served by the pink-haired teen. She tried to offer a bright smile to him but he didn't bother to show his thanks. Instead, he stood there for a few long moments and stared at her with inquisitive eyes that seemed to bore right into her soul. If she had tried to ask what was the matter he didn't respond and just stared for a few moments longer. Finally, he reached into his torn coat and handed her a small yellow card before leaving to a secluded booth in the back of the dining hall.

If Ai Kon were to read the note it would say... "Good afternoon Ms. Konnick. I have watched you for the last 5 months with great interest. You claim to be a hero and have shown a great talent for making others feel happy. I seek your unique abilities in this regard. It would be very unfortunate for you to disregard my request as I am not a reasonable man at the moment. You have 10 minutes to meet me in the far western section of the dining hall or everyone within 2 square miles will die."

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Post by Descendants July 24th 2021, 1:57 am

Her suspicion had been building for the last however long it had been - time always seemed to pass differently when was enjoying herself - but as more and more people arrived with no sense of feeling, no love or desire pouring from them like every other person she had ever encountered, suspicion began to develop into panic. She didn’t know what to do! Were they … robots? Aliens? Did you power *work* aliens?! Ai absolutely didn’t know; thankfully, her face remained passively smiling while she was serving, though the servos in her head weren’t as lucky. They were chug, chug, chugging away, trying to come to any conclusion that wasn’t absolutely outlandish. And the only thing she could think of was that, somehow, her powers were malfunctioning.

Now, this could have several reason, all of which she thought about and discarded; despite her bubbly persona, Ai was in no way unintelligent. On the contrary, she tested in the upper echelon of IQ’s in the world of unenhanced individuals. She just devoted her intelligence to entirely humanitarian means. So it didnt’ take her long to discount poison, sabotage, and just natural overuse. She didn’t know much about the origin of her powers, but wherever they drew their energy from seemed to have an endless supply; unless she wants, she had found out, she didn’t need to sleep, or even eat or drink water! Of course, it was entirely uncomfortable for her not to do so, going against every instinct she’s ever developed. But she did thoroughly test her abilities out.

That left the only logical conclusion being some sort of outside interference.

At first, Aisha discounted the idea. There was no way anyone would have a vendetta against her! As Dove, she made sure to avoid major conflict, only acting as healer and defending the defenseless! In fact, she has made it clear in numerous interviews that she abhors violence and wants to put a stop to it all! No one should have an issue with that! But then … a memory flashed of her father returning from a meeting with the other senators, ranting and raving about the methods his supposed equals would go just to save a penny. There was darkness in humanity she had to encounter, on the edge of the war on criminals as she was.

Food was served, things put away (a task made infinitely easier by her ability to just will them away, her energy doing the rest) and just as she was about to sit - a situation she had plenty to occupy her, as the sheerness of the Dove outfit meant she had to put serious thought into exactly how she wanted to sit) her attention was grabbed by a man she had never seen before. Not exactly a surprising concept, considering the amount of new homeless and downtrodden individuals there are everyday. And every dawn is a new person willing to put aside their pride to seek help. No, what caught her attention was that she could not feel him. Now that she focused, spreading her awareness around her, she realized …

She couldn’t feel anyone.

Tamping the panic down with her self-assurance that surely there was a logical reason, she numbly took the offered note, but watched the man return to his spot. Only once firmly seated did she open the note, and she felt the blood drain from her face. The writer of this note … he was going to blow it up? And everything else? But … there were families! Innocent people! Why wait for her here? What kind of depraved-

For a second, there was a vibration as she, quite literally, saw red, rattling the windows and doorframes. But it passed so quickly, many could pass it off as simply a truck passing by. It was time to let cooler heads take over … but failing to find any, Aisha did the next best thing and got ready to meet this individual with so much power to block her own. First things first, there was a shift in the air and then suddenly an outburst of pink, leaving a coating on everyone it touched, for hundreds of feet. Everybody around would feel a burst of happiness and healing of any minor wounds, before it faded, leaving them feeling refreshed as if they had slept a full eight hours of sleep. What was left was Ai, in a form she had never revealed before. An equally pink outfit, but this time with a color so pale to almost be white highlighting her. Wings made of sparkling dust spread from the small of her back, and her small fingers clutched a long wand with a glistening pink crystal at the top, flanked by a pair of wings.

”Okay …” She was nervous; there was power flowing through her veins now, but more importantly this form always made her feel so giddy. But she couldn’t afford to lose herself in her emotions; this was important. Lives were at stake! She shook herself, the long twin ponytails her hair had been transformed into shaking like a bobblehead. ”I’m here.” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. For the first time in her life, she felt genuine fear.
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