Post by Nomad on Feb 18, 2019 6:37:34 GMT
Korri Richards is a Junior Agent of the CAFC - my agent, actually. Loyal, sure. She needs a bit of help with her powers. I’ve heard tales through the grapevines that your powers and hers are kinda similar. I’d ‘preciate it if you would help me out here. If you accept, I’ll tell you more about the girl, though it’s on your honor as a hero to not let it get out. Could be bad for everyone involved if certain heard of her existence.
This message, in the form of a mission, was sent to a certain Zacchaeus Tiberion, otherwise known as Sanctum. Upon accepting the mission, another file would pop up;
Korri isn’t a normal girl. Oh, sure, she looks like she’s about twelve, but she is actually in her twenties. The details are a bit fuzzy, she doesn’t like talking about it, but she calls herself a golem, said her mom made her. Touchy subject, really. Anyway, she has a power to absorb kinetic energy, though there’s an upper limit she hasn’t fully reached yet. What I want you to do is help her to explore these limits, test what she can and can’t do and hopefully she’ll learn a little something about herself. I’ve booked the CAFC training room in the Chicago headquarters at noon, you have it for two hours. I expect to see you there.
The clock ticked 11:55 and the girl stepped inside, a package tucked under arm, heels clicking on the floor. For a moment, she paused in the doorway, framed by the ever-decreasing crescent of light. For those brief moments, her black hair appeared violet. The wind caught her, so her fingers curled up, pinning her hair behind her ear. A cyclone of wind surrounded her, catching her clothes, tugging on the form-fitting business suit and skirt that made up her CAFC uniform. The name badge gleamed on her right breast.
Clack, clack, clack went her heels as she came up to the counter, sliding her badge across the table without a word. This was the Chicago office; her violet eyes and blank expressions were commonplace here. The attendant didn’t even glance at the badge and accompanying idea, instead just releasing the keys to the training room. She was kinda scary, in a way. Such a sweet, innocent face but there was nothing behind those eyes, as if she didn’t have any emotions. It was the eyes of someone not truly human. The attendant shuddered and got back to work.
The room opened up as she entered, vaulted ceilings strung with lights casting shadows down upon her. It was mostly empty, already cleared for power training, the walls reinforced so nothing short of a full-frontal attack from the likes of Grizzly could shatter. She paused, running her fingers across the wall. Quite exquisite craftmanship. Titanium-alloys inlaid with an infused laser barrier. Fascinating. Must have cost them an arm and a leg, but if there’s one thing the CAFC has, it’s money. And resources. And, indeed, knowledge.
She began to change, sliding the dress down her slim shoulders. As professional it may be, it was not useful for any combat scenario. Once bared to the skin, the bundle on her arm she unrolled and quickly donned. Her hair was pinned by a ribbon, tying it into a vaguely violet ponytail. An outfit, somewhat resembling a gi but with chain along the underside of her stomach and breasts, went over her body, tied at the waist so as to prevent loose clothing. On her feet went boots, thick, metal soled things meant for combat. Leggings covered her skin, though her arms were left bare. And the piece de resistance; gloves, the back of which were reinforced with metal.
Nothing to do but wait now, which she did, patiently. At the door she stood, arms at her side, staring blankly forward, almost robotic were it not for the occasional twitching of her face. She had hoped there would be no delay, so as not to give her time to dwell on things, but here it was, waiting. And the emotions so oft muffled inside her bubbled underneath; irritation at being forced to do this, but also honor, as he trusted her and wanted her to get stronger. A strange thrill of excitement, as she knew her mother would not approve and, most importantly, trepidation at meeting a fully-fledged hero.
This ought to be interesting.