Day to Day to Death [OPEN]

[Tobias O’Connor]

Tobias raised an eyebrow seemingly expressed with what she could do. Although he could imagine that a gift of such a magnitude would possibly get extremely annoying. The only eeriest part of it for him though was her complete lack of movement when she first took hold of his pendant. But then somebody standing not breathing for a few minutes was odd in itself. Tobias had to stop a chuckle in his throat, the idea of him calling someone else weird was laughable at best.

He places the necklace back into his jacket pocket. The pocket was big enough to fit several things in it but the necklace was the only thing he ever put there. It was the same for every jacket he ever wore – he would not think about wearing one which didn’t have a decent sized inside pocket.

“I never had met a rule that I liked, very few of which I didn’t break or bend in some way or another.” He placed his hands flat out on the knees of his jeans to stretch his back a little. He loves this weather, the cold and chill – it was one of the things which he still liked Ireland for. It was rarely every hot and sunny there.

“And violence is just a general part of life in this day and age, I’m sure you’ve notice by now otherwise you’d be even more bored in work I’m guessing.” He pushed himself off from the fence, shifting the gravity beneath him to make it feel as if he’d landed on a nice big cushion. He never did like to do things the normal way, but only someone watching incredibly closely would have noticed. “I’m guessing you just got a trailer of my memories flashed though your mind in the space on a minute.” He smirked rubbing his chin lightly, “So you probably know I don’t even do one job I would be good at… but then I’m not sure many would wish to hire me for mine.”

He waved a hand in the direction of a trash can a few feet away, altering the gravity above it bit by bit, until the can started to buckle slightly, before increasing it a little more, causing the bin to be crushed to the floor in a second, to about the thickness of a centimeter and leaving it shining red hot. True that it would have been possible to do that from the get go, but he may of risked too much force and black holes and all other bad consequence came from that. Even Tobias could be moderately responsible from time to time.

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[Mordred]

"Nn..." she replied. Yes, she had seen hundreds of his memories in that span of two minutes, and the memories of a couple other people. It was so0mething she wasn't particularly fond of. She saw a billion things that made her hate humans as a whole. Such sick, vile creatures. This man was no different. He was rakishly good looking and an asshole. The typical cliche. And here she was, plain and moody. She knew this about herself.

"I couldn't imagine anyone would trust you much. The moment you got angry you'd crush them to a pulp." She seemed hardly impressed by his mutilating of the garbage can. She had seen worse... she had seen him do worse. Nothing much surprised her anymore. Only the immediate shock of being surprised by being snuck up on could ever give her a shocked expression. And she would become quite pissed afterward.

"Lord knows I wouldn't hire you... unless I wanted a body guard." Which she didn't needed. People left her well enough alone. And she never got raped. She had come close to it once, but the man who had attempted apparently had no desire to fuck a chick with a dick. Sometimes it got a little annoying, but it kept idiot from defiling her body.

"Any way, I need to get to work. I'm supposed to be on TV, proving a murder in some house. I'll probably find a couple different murders. What I'm amazed by is the fact that there's even TV still." There was hardly cell phone service. But she supposed that even in a time like this no one would stop watching the blasted box.

"You're welcome to come. Though not welcome by me. There are going to be about fifty other onlookers as well as crew. God I hate this sort of thing." she mumbled. She gave the can one last glance before she was on her way again. He could come or he could go. It was his choice. She wasn't about to tell some gravity kid that he could or couldn't do something. She happened to like her life, though cursed it was.

[Tobias O’Connor]

Tobias smirked and shrugged his shoulders regarding her comment about him crushing someone to a pulp as soon as they annoyed him. “Well I could pretend to be as harmless as a fluffy bunny – not sure however if it would suit me” he laughed a little before letting her go on talking.

“I’ve been a body guard before, it’s a very boring job.” He shook his head thinking back to one of the few sparse times he’d attempted to go for the whole working man. They had just proved his point that life was so much more fun when a job was not involved. Most people with body guards only needed them 5% of the time; the other 95% of the time was remarkably boring. “Also it requires an attention span, something which I lack.”

He dug through his pockets for a few seconds until he found a chocolate bar. Listening to her speak whilst opening the chocolate, not thinking about a response until he’d had at least one bit. His stomach was still complaining about the serious lack of food and the tiny burger being his only sustenance. Sugar would have to do for now.

“Crowds, onlookers.” He shook his head scoffing lightly, “Not quite my cup of tea their darling” His thick Irish accent came out even thicker than it had been throughout the rest of the conversation. He walked a little faster to get in front of her – for no other reason than to wave and generally for the point of it. “Have fun with that.” He walked of from her backwards for a bit – Tobias was never a fan of turning his back on people.

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[Funkadellic Merrick//H.R.G]

Hunter looked on from his hiding spot. he had been watching the two a guy and a girl for sometime talking. He could pretty much guess what the girls ability was it was simple if you looked at what she was wearing. The gloves were the biggest tip off to her Ability. But the guy on the other hand he was not sure, all he new was that he had one from some of the stuff that was said. He didn't hear much of anything but at the distance he was he ws lucky to have heard that he had one to begin with.

He heard screaming from off in the distance and ignoredit. It was a common thing to hear now. england was fucked and he would have left long ago if not for his wife. She loved it here no matter what state it was in she was happy and that made him happy.

Watching the two talk the girl with the gloves started to move toward him. He factored in her speed and thought it be second before she found him. He wasn't going to let that happen not when you didn't know if someone was Bad.


These days it was hard to tell the good from bad. And even harder to tell if one had an ability that could harm you. He got up from where he was hiding and pointed his gun at the both of them and said three simple words to get his message to them. "Hero or Villan" he knew it waa stupid and a bit childish to say it like that but it was the best way to get his message across.

The gun stayed raised as he looked at the two making sure he was pointed the gun at them both. he did have a good idea what the girls Ability was but he was not going to risk his life on and guess. As for the man he still didn't have a clue

[Tobias O’Connor]

Tobias raised his hands, waving them lightly in front of him, moving a little closer to the new guy, momentarily forgetting the girl and focussing all of her attention on the new guy. The smile that played across his face though however was one of genuine happiness. Whoever had told him it was pointless to come to England had been kidding themselves, either that or they were just trying to keep him away from a wider variety of innocent people who didn’t know him on site. One thing he did had to agree with – Tobias loved being unknown, people would just run up to you and waves guns at you. Although the idea of being shot never really rated high in Tobias’s mind, it wasn’t something he hadn’t experience before. His left shoulder probably lacked the same range of mobility than the right thanks to a bullet to the left shoulder.

He dropped his head, chuckling lightly at the man, before raising his head, leaving a good chunk of his long blonde hair covering some of his face. “Calm down friend.” His thick Irish accent was unmistakable. He did that intentionally, trying to remember back to the accents of people from the small town he grew up in. It made him send like a local man you’d find on a bar stool in the corner of the pub – the harmless kind. It generally depended on the guy in front of him if he believes it or not. Bet then Tobias was wearing a worn leather jack which was fully open, displaying his vast array of tattoo’s and scars. And at such a close range the guy would probably be able to see them unless he was blind. “I’m new to England... Is it customary to carry weapons around all the time?”

Tobias put on a face as if he was actually concerned, it was probably done pretty badly – He couldn’t remember the last time he was actually concerned for one. Realistically he was weighing the gravity around the man, thinking about reducing the gravity over his head; just enough to make him stumble and think it was nothing to do with him. Generally Tobias wanted some fun. The girl had kept his mind occupied for a good while, but she was about to move on to her show – this man was incredibly convenient for the bored Irish man.

[Mordred]

((I'm still undeniably brain dead, but I'll try my darndest))


She raised her eyebrows. "Damn, another dick head." she grumbled. She wanted nicotine and badly. Her pale blue eyes studying the figure in front of her. "I'm neutral, love. Don't fuck me and I won't fuck you. Now, unless you want to get fucked, put that gun back up your ass where it belongs." She stuck her finger int he barrel of the gun. if it got blown off, oh well. At least it wasn't he head. Yup, Mordred was quite irritable. Such was this girl. She couldn't stand idiots. "Do you seriously just go about pointing such an object at anybody who bloody walks past you? You're gonna die sooner than you like." She scoffed.

She looked him straight in the eye, which was rare for a girl of her height to do, but she did it any how. "Just walk about casually and no one will bother you. Britain ain't so bad yet that you have to be shooting up poor innocent people who didn't even notice your existence until you popped outta no where and brandished a gun at our faces." She pulled her finger from the barrel and shoved her hands in her pockets. She glared at the two of them.

"And you, stop acting like such a good guy. What, are the streets full of you fucking ass holes?" She demanded in a tone that indicated she was ready to kick anyone who dared disagree with her. Not just kick, probably maim them in some horrible way.