[open] Teenage anarchist looking for revolution

[perfectlyhuman]

WHO: Adam Young and YOU
WHERE: All over the city
WHEN: During the event
WHAT: Just an angry antichristteenager trying to help wherever he can
WARNINGS: N/A for now



[ OOC note: Using the same icons, but Adam is 17 during this event.]




i. SAFEHOUSE
When not out and about, be it handing out flyers and hiding them in plain sight, making life difficult for government agents, helping out metahumans in need, or simply indulging in the defiant act of wandering around wherever he damn well pleases, Adam Young can easily be found in resistance safehouses, along with Dog.

Everyone needs a breather, once in a while. He's particularly fond of finding a semi secluded space and write away in one of his many messy notebooks, anything from entirely fictional stories with a strong sense of morality and social justice, or articles he often submits to Georgia's zine or simply posts onto the network under whatever pseudonyms he can find before his accounts are shut down. Sometimes he even breaks away from the frustrating state of the world to just write something about space and dinosaurs and cowboys fighting aliens. Everyone needs a break, and everyone needs their own source of entertainment.

Aside from that, he does his best to bring in supplies as he can. Granted his powers make it a lot easier than it might be to some, but even he has to take it easy at times. You never know who's watching. Even the safehouses aren't always safe, though he's almost always the last to leave when something does happen.

Despite how quiet he can be, how often his head is up in the clouds, and how much he puts in his time being angry at the world out there, he's not unapproachable. In fact, there's a lot that's gentle to him, and he will often approach those who might look like they're having a rough time, or just need a chat. Or maybe he just needs another set of eyes on his new article or story. Either way, all are welcome, as far as he's concerned.

Also, Dog's there, if you like dogs. He's nice.



ii. TRANSPORT
This doesn't always work. Sometimes, things can go very, very wrong. But he's not really about inaction.

As another group of metahumans are being transported to their reprogramming, Adam watches the vehicle approach their spot right on cue. Lately, there's been a surge of new metahumans coming in, and it looks like the authorities are having some trouble keeping up with the influx. Which means that there's a lot more holes in security to exploit. While he can't seem to affect the cars themselves, there's many a thing that can be done to make sure they don't reach their destination with all of their cargo. And Adam has a lot of tools at his disposal.

He looks at the resistance member accompanying him on this particular mission, as the van gets closer to the mark.

"Ready?"


iii. PAMPHLETMAGGEDON
Pamphlets, the mild nuisance of living in a busy city. Or, in this case, paper prints of thinly veiled calls to arms, exposing the injustices brought forth by the fascist regime propagated by a government onto people that didn't even have a choice to come here and exist as they are in the first place. You know, when you look past the bright colors and wait for a second.

He's found that handing them to people doesn't often work, and comes with a large number of risks, so he's opted for more...radical methods.

Pamphlets inside of other, unrelated pamphlets.

Pamphlets inside restaurant menus.

Pamphlets falling out of the newspaper you're reading, when you're absolutely sure there was none in there before.

In your car.

In your book or in your bag.

It's not the most effective manner, but people are going to see them. And that's all that matters.


iv. TROUBLE
He's just a young boy walking his dog, officer. So what if it's late? When you gotta go, you gotta go.

What? Something about the car? He wouldn't know anything about that. Changed in color? Borderline offensive messaging down the side, that seems to be part of the new decor instead of being painted on? Now, what would that have to do with him?

Ignore the dog, he's just a little bit wary of strangers. Naw, his bark is bigger than his bite. It's alright.

What's that noise over there?




Perhaps he should have planned just exactly where he was going to appear next. Wanting to just get out of the situation, the young man quickly picks up his dog and teleports to a random location out of sight.

Hope you weren't doing anything embarrassing or risky. Or holding any hot drinks.


v. WILDCARD
Make up your own prompt as you wish. Does your character need help? Are they trying to capture another rogue metahuman? Do they want to pet the cute dog? Go wild.

If you wanna discuss any plottings, you can contact me at skree.

Comments

i.

[justlittle]

[ Bean's main method of existing in the world these days is online. His giant body is too weak to risk leaving the safehouse where he's been holed up for the past few years. But that's okay. He sees enough. And he can help the resistance effort from behind his screens.

He does still need to stretch his legs every so often, though, which is how he comes across Adam, returning from a supply run outside. His form looms in the hallway, head ducked so as not to hit the ceiling. ]

Ho, Adam. How's the outside today?

Re: i.

[perfectlyhuman]

[ He's told Bean, on more than one occasion, that he should step out more. That he'd help him, if he was free. Perhaps Adam's grown a bit more careless in the last couple of years, taking more risks, but he also would like to see his friend a little less cooped up.

Dog trots ahead of Adam, idly sniffing in Bean's direction, as the teen makes sure the doors are locked behind him. ]

Hey, Bean. [ All clear. He brings a couple of bags with him, his backpack and a messenger bag, seemingly rather heavy. Stepping deeper inside, he looks for a place to set them down.]

Lots of 'em out there. They're still figuring out what to do with all the new metas.

Re: i.

[justlittle]

So I've seen.

[ Bean slowly bends his lanky form down to give Dog a pat on the head, before straightening back up to his full height again. He's slow moving, because if he stood up too fast he might get dizzy and fall over. ]

What'd you bring in this time? [ Gesturing to the bags. ]

Re: i.

[perfectlyhuman]

[ Dog happily wags his tail as he's patted, soon trotting off to inspect the nearby room, little tiny claws clacking on the hard floor.

With some shuffling, Adam pulls along the heavy bags towards the general mess room. ]

Hum, food. Bathroom stuff. Books. Tried to get through the lists, but had to get out quick. Too much surveillance around.

[justlittle]

[ One advantage to increased size is some increased strength. Bean reaches out to take the heavier of the bags from Adam. ]

All useful. Better to have it than not. Good work.

i

[bodilesswarrior]

It's hard to spot, but Oracle has a soft spot for the kids who've grown up in this world, in this war. This often translates to her being harsh and critical, which Adam has certainly borne the brunt of, but sometimes it's gentler - like, say, keeping biscuits for Dog in the canvas bag slung over the back of her chair, which he's gnawing on now. Or poring over his latest article, scribbling suggestions in the margins. More effective turns of phrase, minor fact checks, simple grammar corrections. She's less controlling than usual, when she does this, careful to let Adam's own voice shine through.

Her eyes widen when she turns the page and finds one of his stories. She reads fast; she's already a few paragraphs into the cowboy/space cops team up, sweet and silly and ferociously hopeful, when she looks up at Adam with her eyebrows arched, a smile just barely tugging at her lips.

"I think you mixed up the papers." He doesn't tend to share these with her.

Re: i

[perfectlyhuman]

Adam seems too usually take these reviews rather well, whether that might mean actually taking her critiques to heart and changing some things around, or entire ignoring her advice and keeping his own choices in. It's not personal, the interaction, but the pieces are. They're angry, aggressive and as ferociously hopeful as his stories.

He's sat across the table, slouching, elbow on the table, poured over another notebook and idly tapping his pen on the page, stopping only as she speaks, eyes looking up toward her behind a mess of wild blonde curls.

"What?" He straightens up slightly, looking at the papers in her hand.

[bodilesswarrior]

She hasn't told him that he reminds her of some of her best students, because she doesn't talk about the life she made here before throwing it away.

As she hands him the stack, "Unless I missed an influx of cowboys and space cops..." She delivers the joke with a flat tone and a straight face, like she usually does.

[perfectlyhuman]

He'd have something to say about that wording, 'throwing it all away'. Something about priorities and causes, but never once uttering the words 'greater good'. He's very particular about such things. 

Adam blinks, thoughts catching up, before he reaches over and takes the papers back, giving them a once-over. He curses quietly under his breath, pulling backpack up from the floor and looking through what is a veritable mess of slightly damaged loose papers and a couple of worn notebooks. No better system than the just-shove-it-all-in-the-bag-and-hope-for-the-best one. 

"Here." He hands her a different set of papers, equally as bent and messy as the previous ones, but the writing is a lot more feverish, as if he had written it in a hurry, or while quite irritated. Lots of parts scratched out, and notes in the margins. 

"Sorry. Guess I got them missed up." 

[bodilesswarrior]

"It's fine." Her voice is a hair gentler than usual, as she accepts the papers, but then she arches an eyebrow. "Maybe a better filing system would help."

iii. pamphletmageddon

[anathemic]

He's better at this than she is.

One of the things about watching Adam actually grow up over the years is accepting that he's not just a little kid anymore — in some ways, he never was — and that he's a full-fledged member of the resistance too. Compared to other adults, Anathema accepted it fairly quickly; she still feels protective over him, but now the tables have turned. There's been times he's had to protect her.

Like now: she has to rely on the good old-fashioned hand-to-hand method of handing out flyers, flashing a smile to strangers, a piece of paper with an encrypted URL on it that'll take them to Georgia's zine. Sometimes she uses a little gust of wind to send a paper fluttering down the street and into someone's face, but strangers are less likely to just crumple them up and throw them in the trash if a pretty young witch hands it to them directly.

But this, of course, means that the enforcers can see her doing it.

Anathema's on the same street block as Adam, just about to turn and try to dissolve back into the crowd when she's spotted — but before she can get away, the meta enforcer catches her wrist in an iron grip, and she yelps.

Re: iii. pamphletmageddon

[perfectlyhuman]

Since he was little, friends have been an important part of his life. People to hold onto, bonds to fall back into. All nice and good, of course, but nothing could have put more weight in that than what's happened here in the last few years. Some people would call him naive, with how much trust he could put into others, but Adam was always well aware of both the potential for good and the potential for evil that people have. He always knew it a lot better than people gave him credit for.

Anathema was the only person he'd known since before any of this. Since before this world. They'd had a strong bond before, and that only grew, and she was one of the people Adam held closest to his heart. That, of course, meant that he'd always keep an eye out for her. Friends help friends. Friends keep each other safe.

He's looking through a coffee shop window, seemingly looking at the treats on display when in fact he was finding spots where the pamphlets could subtly pop up, when he hears her yelp. So does Dog. Looking in that direction, he immediately recognizes the voice, steps turning quicker as he peers out toward the scene over the heads of some of the people in the crowd.

"Hey--" He pushes through the crowd, Dog trying to keep up behind him. "Hey!"

[anathemic]

"Leafleting isn't allowed unless it's an officially-sanctioned government publication, ma'am," the enforcer is saying, his voice like cold steel. Anathema's trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp, but to no avail. Her mind's spinning with options. She could set him on fire with her magic, but that would hardly be discreet. She could teleport, like how Lilith's taught her, but he's hanging on so tight she'd probably just yank the enforcer with her when she moved.

But then, in the distance: Adam's voice. She hears it through the crowd; either louder than the rest of the surrounding noise, or she just perceives it that way. He's always been bigger and brighter than everyone else, his aura blinding whenever she chooses to concentrate on it.

Rather than panicking further at her capture, Anathema actually relaxes into the man's grasp. Help is coming.

"It's just a web address, it's harmless," she says, managing to turn a winsome smile up at him (that doesn't work, either), just as she sees a familiar head of tousled hair draw nearer.

[perfectlyhuman]

Adam manages to push through most of the crowd without any trouble. Native humans hardly ever gave him any trouble, safe for those working for the government, really. He knew his way around, know how to make himself inconspicuous enough when he had to blend in, although he often pushed his luck. His power is nowhere as vast and infinite as back home, but the number of people who could actually fight back against it were rather limited, all things considered.

Still, in situations like this, he can’t be reckless. He can’t simply barrel through or pull someone, risk their safety as well as his. Sure, he could make the enforcer disappear, but then he’d blow his spot, and call for attention. Could get both of them caught. So he stands nearby, somewhere where Anathema can see him clearly, somewhere where their eyes can meet.

He thinks, tries to come up with something. And the enforcer’s communication device springs to life, with urgent messages of a growing protest many blocks down. The message is fuzzy, though, static and loud noises in the background making the voice nearly impossible to be fully understood. There is a struggle, and they need backup.

[anathemic]

The enforcer looks conflicted, his free hand now clutching the communicator to his ear — you can practically watch the thoughts rolling through his head as he weighs his priorities. But in the end, a clear disturbance is more important than one mild nuisance.

Not worth it. So his grip finally loosens, as he warns one last time, "Stop distributing them."

"Yessir, officer sir," Anathema says, chipper as daylight, and then squirms loose and hurries to the other side of the street. She waits, watching for the uniformed local to get out-of-sight, before she heads over to her friend.

"Thank you, Adam. Impeccable timing as ever."

IV

[privatepurchases]

[Sometimes Gabriel dreams of an airfield. It's not a dream however, just a memory he sees when he closes his eyes. There's a boy and the boy tells him You just want to see who's gang is better But the stupid little brat had no concept of how long he and Beelzebub had planned this, how many men they'd sacrificed, agonized over their moves on a chess board.

It was so much bigger then two gangs. And Aziraphale and Crowley had taken his side - no they'd facilitated this. That hurt - he could acknowledge that now he was far enough removed from the situation. It hurt that Aziraphale had betrayed his people, betrayed him like that.

It was after he tried and failed to kill Aziraphale that he had ended up here, and worked towards his redemption. That was where he was now. So close to something powerful and accomplishing something she had to find pleasing. Despite the boy.

The boy was here. In the city. He had lost track of him but without the...beings who had adopted him he figured the boy would be easier to catch but then...there had been Lilith and he had been preoccupied with her and their plan and...

It is perhaps pure accident. He's staying in the city for work, out and away from his garden and his estate - and despite the guards on the door he's dressed in a pair of pink and gray pajamas reading the paper when a boy and a dog appear.

It's so incredulous he drops the paper and stares at him in shock because it's been years.]

...Antichrist?

Re: IV

[perfectlyhuman]

[ That was a hell of a miscalculation. A terrible one. He'd meant to get as far as he could, not inside a room.

He appears without any sound, any change. Just a tall teenager in a hoodie covering his wild blonde hair, a backpack on his back, and a small dog in his arms. He giving the room a confused look, brow furrowed, taking in the strange fancy decor before a horribly familiar voice speaks behind him, and he whirls around.

The look on his face would be funny, both of theirs would, if this hadn't been the absolute bloody worst place for him to pop up in. ]

...no?

[ An attempt he knows will mean nothing, since there's more to them both than simply two people looking at each other. He turns and takes a step back, holding Dog close. Dog growls uneasily. ]

Nice pajamas.

Re: IV

[privatepurchases]

[Should he attack? That's his first impulse. The boy represents everything he's lost. Lightning - electricity mostly - crackles in his hands before he braces himself and spreads his wings. Pristine, white, fully formed and terrifying.

Any way Adam attempts to move will be blocked by the lightning curling from his fingers as a smell of storm fills the air.]

Thanks. I bought them. I had to buy them since I can't miracle anything here since you fucking stranded me.

Re: IV

[perfectlyhuman]

[ Adam steps back the moment that lightning first begins to show, quickly freezing when he courses behind him.

For a moment there, he gives Gabriel a strange look - similar to the one he'll be giving him when this is all over - not entirely understanding what the archangel just said. After all this time, of course, in a seemingly random evening like this, he couldn't really guess that the archangel would still be on this whole thing. ]

I--...what?

What are you on about?

Re: IV

[privatepurchases]

The reason why we're both here. You. She dragged me here and then sent you to punish me.

[He braces himself and lightning courses through his hand as he places it behind him.]

And me. But if you hadn't decided not to end the planet everything would be fine. Ergo.

Your.

Fault.

i

[sathan]

( it's as he's writing that lilith approaches him. though she doesn't often come to the safehouses, keeping her cover intact, bringing only the most important supplies or news, she's there today having dropped off a few items.

there's still one thing in hand as she finds adam, note quite able to see what's in his notebook from the angle of it )

What is it today?

( she's seen a few of his things before which may lead into what she has in her hands. pencils )

Re: i

[perfectlyhuman]

[ He's so entranced by whatever he's working on in that notebook, that he doesn't even notice her there until she speaks, which causes him to finally blink and look up. He's quick to smile and set it down. ]

Lilith. [ Soft spoken as ever, he's genuinely happy to see her. It's always good to find her in these spaces, rare as these moments can be.

He glances down at the notebook. ]

Stories today. Space colony brings dinosaurs back to life so they can raise them on a different planet, but they're smarter than the space travelers think. Still figuring out where to add the underwater society.

Are you staying long?

[sathan]

Unfortunately not.

( lilith wishes that she could be, the resistance were people that she could appreciate the company of far more than her husband, than the political assholes surrounding her life but-- she had a cover to maintain and if she were out of reach for too long it would be harder to explain )

I came to drop off supplies but perhaps-- I can stay long enough for you to tell me where this colony is from?

[perfectlyhuman]

[ Adam deflates, just slightly, when she mentions having to go, but he knows how this works. He's visibly excited, in that gently soft way of his, when she asks more about his story. He may be older, but he's still the same exact boy as he always was.

He leafs through his notebook. ]

Still trying to come up with a name. They were supposed to find life on other planets, but they got tired of it so they secretly started making it instead. So they made space dinosaurs. But the planet they landed on wasn't empty.

[ He sets the book down with a upward huff that blows his messy curls away from his eyes for a second. ]

Been hard to find time to work on it.

[sathan]

( she finally moves to sit beside him, looking over for a better view at his notebook, intrigued by what he already has. even in somewhere like this where his life is continually in danger he manages to be creative, to think of a new world and just be a teenager. it's amazing )

Well-- sometimes a drawing can shake out information.

( and she offers the colouring pencils towards him. he'd still need to find time but images could give so many worlds )