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[Randel Anthony]

Since Randel moved to Pilot Ridge, every day was a cage match between he and the resident sheriff, a local Timothy Gardner, well known PUSE supporter and in possession of a fanatical belief that all meta-humans were guilty of something. This included Randel. It didn’t matter if he’d worked in the force for damn near twenty years, or if he’d never caused a lick of trouble during any of it. If it’d been Gardner’s decision, Randel would’ve been fired long ago; thankfully, a few well-placed laws kept him from it.

Still, it guaranteed a room would never be boring so long as they both occupied it. They were famous for their hostile banter and their not-so-veiled insults. Randel was always stressed during a meeting and more than a little pissed off, and – while most days he’d just come off seething – today he made his cup of coffee bubble and hiss and spout out dangerously scalding liquid.

Randel had woken up feeling funny today, no doubt about it, but he’d pushed it out of his head. After all, he’d too much work to do than to be concerned with feelings.
‘It feels a little cold in here,’ said one of his coworkers, who’d happened by his office; Randel had just shrugged and muttered something about the air conditioning.

Now, though, he was certain something was wrong. He headed to Hammel to seek the help of the only man he knew to help: Mike Batista, an old mentor of his. Was it possible for meta-humans to wake up to another power? Had that just happened to him?

It would have to wait; Batista wasn’t in.

He might not have looked it but he was extremely alarmed. There was an aura of cold around him, but he was oblivious to it. Randel punched in his old mentor’s number and held the phone to his ear, deciding to leave a message when he was confronted with the voicemail. “I need some help here,” he said.

To anyone more than a foot away it probably just sounded like hurried mumbling, though it distinctly ended with: “Am I crazy?”

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack McCarthy was (In least in his own mind) a man on a important mission.

Jack was in an unusual position these days, that is to say without his old reliable Probability Manipulation to fall back on which made him for the first time in quite a long time….vulnerable….which was not a state that agreed with Jack McCarthy. But one he was determined to right as soon as fast as humanity possible, by finding the disgusting asshole that stole his powers. Fortunately he developed a most elegant solution…

For the last two hours he’s been prowling the floors of the college asking complete strangers insane questions….(Well less asking more screaming) Like “WHAT NUMBER I’M I THINKING OF?!” Or “WHAT’S MY FAVORITE COLOR?” In the hopes of caching the thief out. So far this got him nothing but strange looks, but Jack was confident he’ll eventually catch the asshole out.

This was how, Jack ended up staking a grown man on the phone, tapping him on the shoulder and screaming in his face,

“WHAT’S MY MIDDLE NAME?!”

To answer your question Randel, you’re defiantly not the crazy one here.

[Randel Anthony]

Randel had been absorbed within his voice mail message. His brain was also thinking feverishly of options: what had happened, what should he do, was this permanent?...

So he was not at all prepared for a high school student to start screaming in his ear. Randel started, shoulders drawn in, hand over his chest; he swung his head around to identify the offender and found a boy (as if he couldn’t tell from the voice) with a blast-back haircut going on. Looked well-built and clean-cut. Probably one of the popular ones, he thought; you could always tell those apart.

Randel was usually an easy-going, friendly type of guy, but not today. He was already agitated, for one, and some stranger screaming in his face was not doing him any favors. Once he’d climbed down from his initial shock, he put out a big hand and shoved him away.

“Hey, kid, get out of my face, alright? I’m in the middle of something here,” he said, scowling. “And learn some damn manners.”

(omgsh im so late I didn’t see this reply until recently sorry >.<)