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((Same here, though I think I've got the gist of them. Also, do we just create a situation or jump in somewhere in particular?))

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You fail to be not unconscious, in fact thanks to an odd sleeping angle, you will now wake up with a sore neck and a vague feeling of discomfort in your legs, your dreams also get weirder and pink sheep start to feature heavily. These factors will bother you for the rest of the day and you will be unhappy. Occasionally you will rub your thighs making some observers think you are having a stiffie. And worst of all, you remember that long, long period of unconsciousness you had in the morning

It's hard to judge these things at the time, I'm glad we got somewhere, and I now have a character : D

Edit: Jesus Christ how many capes?!

Seriously can you make an OOC somewhere? This is throwing the thread off. //is aware OP is in this discussion.

Vlad extend a hand experimentally, nothing. Then he wills his mind to follow the gesture as he makes it. The water surges forwards and around his legs but doesn't even touch him.

He grins.

Then he walks forward. In a fuzzy sense he can feel other disruptions in the water, small eddies where people are stumbling and splashing around. Even as he concentrates the range extends a little and he can sense perhaps twenty feet in each direction. His heart quickens, could he find his family with this?

But what would that do? He'd just be standing next to them, waiting to die when Naga turned back. No, he had to help the other parahumans. Yes, others. He smiled again, he was one of them now.

Now with a determined stride he heads for the destroyed doors. Then he pauses and looks down, and tentatively puts a foot on the water. It holds, and gives a little when he puts his weight on it. He lifts the other foot, and lo and behold Jesus impression.

With new confidence he heads again towards the exit out of this deathtrap. He runs, and gradually let's the water take his momentum so he is almost skating by the time he reaches the door. With a whoop, he gathers the water beneath his feet and launches a full two metres into the air as he passes into the sunlight. For a moment there's just him, the air and the sunlight.

Then reality hits. It's infinitely worse out here. The noise is deafening and everywhere capes rush backwards and forwards, powers flicker and burn. And in the middle of all the Mage of the Seas bends water to his will, sending people flying like insects.

Vlad looks around, he has no clue where he'd be most useful, so he reckons his best bet is to find someone who does.

It felt like the world was ending.

It probably is thought Vlad, as he struggled to stay on his feet in the near-darkness with people barging into him from every which way. It didn't seem like anyone was actually trying to go anywhere, but blind panic made it impossible to stay still. Well, he was managing it but he felt even less himself than usual. He wasn't sure where his grandparents, parents or even his annoying younger sister were, but somehow that only seemed a vague concern. Some part of him was telling him small pieces like that were currently irrelevant.

Maybe I should leave and throw bricks at Naga? he grumbled to himself, and then shook his head angrily. What the hell was that kind of thinking? Nothing was more important than family. Nothing. They couldn't be far.

He squinted in the half-light, but it seemed impossible to make out anything more than flitting limbs and the occasional terrified face. I can't do anything he thought, despair creeping up his spine in a shiver, I failed them.