Sensing Marvels: QQ Version (A Marvel Quest)

[TheDivineDemon]

Sensing Marvels​

It was the day of your 16th birthday and you had just seen something disturbing.

You weren't sure if it was some sort of nightmarish daydream or what but it left you feeling shaken.

What you had seen was a man, a teen really, dying before your eyes. Blood dribbling from his mouth as he met your eyes, surprised and resigned as he stared at you. His lips began to move, started to form words, but the world around the two of you began to blur. The scenery around the you began to shift around him at disorientating speeds.

Each change of scenery changing the man's position, and how you reacted for him. You weren't even sure what had happened first but the images came all the same.

You jumped when he appeared in the chair in front of you, making you spill your soup in your lap.
You ran towards him when you saw him hunched in an alley.
You paused in the crowd as you found him staring at you from across the street.

And then with a blink he was gone, in his place was a stranger. Two strangers. They stood to either side of you and every time you shifted your eyes from one to another your head started to spin.

Eventually, when your eyes settled, the three of you turned to each other and asked:
Who Are You?

Name:
[] Write in
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Nico Minrou aka Sister Grimm
Victor Alvarez aka Power Man
Amadeus Cho

Gender-
[] male
[] female
[] other (write in)

City you live in(if the same power is picked by two sites the senior site wins)-
[] New York
[] Los Angeles
[] Houston
[] Chicago
[] London
[] Wakanda
[] Other

Powers (same as above):
[] Baseline/Average Human
[] Magic user
[] Psychic
[] Chi/Ki User
[] Genius
[] Other

If you have powers/abilities when did you get them:
[] Before the vision
[] After the vision

 

[TheDivineDemon]

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[TheDivineDemon]

Tiny and Fierce is You
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Your name is Karrin Murphy and you were on your morning run when you saw something strange.

A man bleeding from his stomach and staring at you with horror filled eyes. You ran towards him, doing what came natural for a Murphy, and tried to help him. But he had disappeared as soon as you had reached him, not even leaving a drop of blood where he stood.

You looked around for a few moments longer, wondering what you had seen and what could have happen. So far your mind had come up with two prevalent theories, 1) You had just seen a teleporter who was on the run or 2) You were seeing things due to a lack of sleep. You internally chide yourself for how likely the latter theory was, life seemed to be piling up on you lately.

And even it wasn't there wasn't much you could do if it was a teleporter. There was literally nothing left behind to prove anyone was there. No body, no blood, there weren't even footprints in the gravel. You were torn from your thoughts and jumped about a foot into the air when you heard a car horn from behind you.

You twisted around to see who the hell had startled you, but there was no one there. No car, no ass with a air-horn, there wasn't even a random cat or dog there. There was nothing. Even when you stepped out of the alley and looked down the street you found the street to be mostly vacant except for a fellow jogger.

.... Maybe you were just feeling a bit too stressed and tired. It might be a good idea to head home early if you were seeing and hearing things.

The run home was largely uneventful outside your usual waves to your morning bird neighbors.

When you got home you weren't surprised to see your Dad sitting at the kitchen table, fresh from his overnight at the precinct and looking exhausted from it, while your Mom bustled in the kitchen to get ready for the day.

"Morning Dad, Mom." You said, placing your pepper spray on the kitchen counter as you always did. You didn't feel you needed it as you were confident in your skills but your parent insisted.

"Morning Honey/Hey Karrie." Your parents greeted in near unison, probably would have been too if your Dad didn't sound and look so exhausted. His eyes kept drifting to the coffee brewing but he knew he couldn't have any, your mother wouldn't allow it. After the night shift he needed his sleep and coffee would not get him that. As a way to distract himself he asked you,"You're back early, something happen?"

He sounded somewhere between concerned and stern, the usual tone of an over-protective father.

"Just felt weird, decided to call in early." You say waving off his concerns the best you could, but it set off your mother's own protective instincts.After suffering through a series of questions and a few quick home test your mother deemed you healthy enough, But she said that if you weren't feeling well enough after your shower they would talk about calling you out for the day.

Your shower was short, just like it was every morning. A quick scrub and rinse to ensure you don't smell horrible when you went to school, something you wish your brothers would learn. The cretins were starting to have that all too fresh teenage boy smell.

Drying and dressing yourseld you regarded yourself in the mirror and saw:
Appearance aka what do you look like?:
[] (Write in) Pictures acceptable
-- [] How do you usually dress

You didn't look too bad today, if you do say so yourself. You certainly looked better than you did before your shower. Maybe you just needed a good wash down to feel better? Its been known to happen.

As you go through the rest of your morning hygiene there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?"

It was your Mom, "Are you feeling any better Honey?"
What do you do?:
[] Go about your day normally, you didn't feel that off
[] Be on the safe side and skip your after school things for the day
[] Just skip everything in general, its not like you miss class often enough for it to matter anyway​

 

[TheDivineDemon]

Family Talk​

"I'll be fine mom. I'm feeling better already." You do a quick spin as if it would show that everything was in working order. From the look in your mother's eye it didn't prove as much as you would have liked.

"Oh, Camila, just let her go to school. If she feels off she can just go to the nurse and have them call us." Your dad said through a mouthful of toast, "I'm going to be here anyway."

"*sigh* Fine." Your mother relented, "But if anything feels wrong you will go to the nurse, and then call me so I can make sure you don't need to go to the hospital."

"Honey, you're doing that thing where you turning little things into medical disasters."

"It's the 'nurses curse'." She said with a shrug, "She said she felt dizzy and light headed. It could be a mild concussion for all we know, again. I knew we should have stopped that sparring match the other night.God only knows why I keep letting you encourage her like this."

You rolled your eyes at your mother's words, more than use to her attitude on your favorite hobby at this point in your life.It wasn't like she disappointing of such a 'boyish' hobby so much as she didn't like the implications of fighting that comes with Martial Arts. So much so that she has repetitively tried to get you into a more non-violent, more feminine, hobby.

So far she has tried to get you into Ballet, Gymnastics and recently Yoga. None of them really grabbed your attention despite months of trying, they just didn't ... work for you. True there were bits from all three that you've worked into your routines but the activities as a whole bored you.

You just love Martial Arts.

You loved them ever since you were four and your dad brought yiu to your first lesson. It made you feel strong, like you could do or take in everything... Most things. When you got your first black belt you were so proud of yourself.

It was then that you sensei put the idea in your head, one that blossomed from the tale of how black belts of old Japan would earn their next dan. They had to go out and find another instructor or Martial Art and earn a new black belt.

You've recently gotten your third black belt.

What Martial arts do you know (1 for first style, pick from first four, 2 for second and 3 for third)
[] Akido
[] Jiujutsu
[] Judo
[] Karate
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[] Hapkido
[] Muay Thai
[] Kali/Eskrima
[] Kung Fu
[] Tai Chi
[] Savate
[] Krav Maga
[] Other (Write in)

Though what you learned blended together when you practiced on your own.

"Cause I like it mom."

It was her turn to roll her eyes, "I'm going to make sure your brothers are awake, make sure you father doesn't drink any coffee."

"Yes ma'am"

After your mom left you dad sat up a bit straighter and gave you a big old smile,"So, birthday girl, you ready for our camping trip this weekend?"


How do you feel about the trip?
[] Excited! You like going camping with the family!
[] Meh, its something we do every year.
[] See if you can't get out of it.

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The bus ride to school wasn't that bad, despite the guy who sat next to you for no reason. At least he was just studying and not trying to flirt, leaving you alone with your music.

Ooh! You love this song!

"Excuse me miss but could you turn down your music a bit?"

"Oh, sure." You say, feeling a bit embarrassed for having your music so loud.

The rest of the trip passed in relative silence with you debating what to do after school:

What do you do once school ends?:
[] Head home, get your homework done and try to work on blending the Martial Arts you know.
[] Go to your last dojo/gym and ask for a Spar.
[] See what your friends doing after school.

48 hrs to vote​

 

[TheDivineDemon]

Going through the Motions
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Your friends were disappointed that you couldn't hang out with them after school, especially since Cassie's boyfriend was going to show them some Parkour moves. You promised you'd go with them next time.

"But that's what you said last time!" Cassie whined, as she did every time you couldn't hang out with them.Which was more often than you would like to admit.

"It's just, well, there's the family dinner tonight and there was something I wanted to work on with my forms before my mom got all... my mom on me."

There were grumbles but they easily relented, they were used to you devotion to your hobby. Still, they were more than happy to sing happy birthday to you as you approached your how decorated locker.

Friends were awesome.

You actually felt guilty now for turning down their offer to hang out... well, more guilty.

Still, you were so close to something that you could literally FEEL it.

So, when school ended you all but ran home and closed yourself in your room. Your room, according to your friends, very odd looking in its set up and how nothing seemed out of place. Your bed sheets were frilled and your furniture faux Victorian but there were also training weights and bands around the room with a kung fu dummy in the corner.

There were also a number of scented candles around the room for when a work out began to make the room... smell. Something you went nose blind to until Cassie pointed it out.

It was still your room and it was still more comfortable than working out in your living room. Stupid little brothers.

Stripping out of you school clothes and into some work out clothes, yoga pant and a tang top, you began to stretch. If you were to be honest then you would say the hobbies your mother had forced you to try had actually given you a number of excellent stretches and has made you increasingly limber.

You could also do hand stands and flips with little effort now, which was pretty cool.

Once you were suitably stretched out and warmed up you took a stance and began to alter your breathing. Changing it to a calm and steady pace that never faltered as you began to move. From one stance to another you moved, transitioning from seamlessly and smoothly as you advanced around the room.

Eventually an invisible opponent began to take shape in your mind, twisting into shape as they mirrored you moves. As they struck out you defended and counter, as you attacked you guarded against their inevitable attack.

They twist impossibly out of you Aikido grips and throws, dodged your best Krav strikes while lashing back at you leaving with a bare chance to dodge with the weaving technique you learned form your Kali instructor. You started struck out to intercept, to attack and lock them before they could attack you. It was working.
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You controlled your imaginary opponent with a simple wrist lock, dragging them forward and off balance to slam an elbow into the back of their skull. The momentum of you body turn was used to bring your knee up and slammed into their lower back. Opponent firmly on the ground your imagination conjured images of two more attacker, each as skilled as the first and working in concert to free their friend.

Your breathing never faltered even as sweat began to bead on your brow.

You kept the down opponent between you and your new attackers, using him as both a shield and an eventual weapon. You've tossed grown men from a kneeling position before and were relatively sure it would work just as well in a shadow boxing session, or a real fight as needs be.

As the fight went on and more imaginary opponents came you found yourself falling into a rhythm, one that made your body practically glide across the room. Maybe you were giving yourself too much credit about how many foes you could take but you felt good, you felt natural. You felt clear.

Your breathing still never changed.

But the world around you did.

In the corner of your eyes you could see your room disappear, sorta. It was like looking at an image overlap another image. On one side of the room your dresser was replaced by a work bench where a boy was working away at something. On the other end of the room your bed was replaced by one with black sheets where a girl engrossed in an old looking book.Your breathe hitched in surprise and a question bubbled from your throat, "What are you doing in my room?"

Both strangers looked up and disappeared, as if your attention had banished them away.

You were kinda freaked out.

Do you tell your parents?:
[] Yes! You're seeing things! That's never good!
[] No! Seeing things may be bad but it could just be something you ate. Besides, they'd cancel the camping trip.​