Tranquility has been mixed into Cold Fury.
>Trigger with Cold Fury
All you can feel is a slow, sweeping numbness as you stare at the paper. How could this happen? How could he be the hero of the day? How could Lee Clarke not get caught out? His monkey hands must have disrupted your work enough to make it look like his usual garbage-quality dross. But how did he become the hero? How? How?
There had to be someone in on this, but where? How can you find out how it happened when with all of your intelligence you couldn't THINK of a solution out of this mess? You had all the brains and nothing warned you about this. What use was Thinking against someone who had still managed to blind-side you?
The numbness begins to grow cold.
And you certainly didn't have any initiative. You reacted, never redirected events to your own end. You didn't have CONTROL, and even if you did what use was being the Master of your situation when you didn't see how to end things in your favour except through luck.
You sat there, trying to figure out the problem before you, but nothing came to you. For all of your knowledge, all of your life experience, this...this injustice, had happened and there was nothing you could do to stop it from being accepted as fact! It wasn't fair!
You feel cold, and angry, you feel the hatred bubbling up inside you, but at the same time, a strange peace was sinking in.
The answer is there, but you can't gain it through knowing things, or controlling things, or changing things, or even just punching things until they break open and reveal answers. You want to rage, to scream and cry like a child, but you know better. You've long since outgrown those days of simply demanding things be done, you solve your problems and this is a problem that you will solve!
But the real question is how? If only you had some way of leveraging your intelligence! If only you had the solution! If only you could just fix this shit so you can go hurt all the people responsible for putting you through thi-
Stars and galaxies swirl around you in dizzying patterns. All of existence laid out before you.
Great spiralling patterns, made not of flesh and yet made of flesh, infinitely complex, but predictable.
Are you dreaming? You must be. How else could see such beauty?
You beg and plead for help, even if its just a dream, maybe in this dream you'll find an answer.
Patterns twist.
Alignments change.
Decisions are made without consent or warning.
But even in a dream, you are ignored. Side-lined! Your fury builds as they communicate with each other. How dare they!
You will not be ignored! You are going to-
-see Stars and Galaxies and worlds that bathe in the light of alien suns...
You see weapons of incredible complexity, forged to ensure a peace that has lasted millenia...
You witness alien beings with achievements and accolades that make you weep with jealous awe, for they have what you can only bitterly desire...
You see peace and a golden age, disrupted by a threat that must be destroyed or weakened...
You see war against beings that exist as parasites, and though they will die fighting them, they will have the last laugh...
And as the light of quantum temporal-dynamic weaponry begins to blind you...
Disruption flows through the link.
A Collapse happens as failures cascade into one another.
The patterns disperse,
Death
You reach out and claim your prize.
You snap awake with a gasp. What just happened? What did-
You look down to see the newspaper is gone. You must have fainted from the stress of seeing Lee Clarke's smugly smiling face as he was lauded a hero for his conspiracy. Clarke...if you just had the means you could build a Carbon Molecule Stripper and rip out the carbon in his body, melting him into-
You gasp, clutching your head, gritting your teeth as a flood of information tears into your mind. Blinking away tears, you force the flood to turn into a trickle through willpower and sit up slowly.
Looking down at your shaking hands, you get a momentary flash of Chromodynamic Flash Bombs capable of staining people permanently, or incinerate them.
Holy...fuck...
You're no idiot, you've done your research on Parahumans, and the flashes of information, the visions of Seeker Particle Cluster-Bombs-you grab your head again. This is going to take some practice to control, but somehow...you gained powers, and not some stupid power like being a Brute. No, you realise as a slow grin splits your face, you have Tinker powers, and that means you can make stuff, make technology that you could use to find out answers about how Lee Clarke was able to pull off his scam and fool the entire university.
And then?
That cold, cold rage fills you, but you feel perfectly calm.
And then, you'll make his suffering the kind that urban legends are made of. Your cold smile becomes Arctic as you get a flash of something that would fit the bill.
You press the nurse call button and settle back, a cold smile on your face as your mind begins running through what you have at your disposal, flashes of incredibly complex weaponry appearing before your eyes. And all of them are...explosives? Yes, bombs and warheads.
"The power to make things go boom huh?" You mutter to yourself, "I can work with that."
As you keep concentrating, trying to avoid giving yourself too big of a headache, you also realise you have something else mixed in with the mind-bending array of explosives of various types and forms.
[]You find way to create various forms of missiles, grenades and artillery along with launchers. Not bad for ranged options.
[]Powered armour, designed to be fitted with explosive armour. Huh, the best offence is a good defence?
[]Hoh? Personal weaponry, just the thing for a girl who wants to see the agony in someone's eyes~.
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Achievement Unlocked: Pull The Trigger
Description: From the worst day of your life, comes the chance to make better ones in the future.
Reward: Superpowers!
Achievement Unlocked: Winter's Wrath
Description: In Rage, you have found Tranquility
Reward: Perk Change! New Trait!
Character Sheet Updated!