Kings Row
Seraph's house.
Seraph was sitting in the kitchen with Noelle and Gir, talking on the phone to his apprentice, feeling tired. "You did what again?.... Okay, did you check what they where? 5th column? Then that's okay, Nazis don't count as real people.... Yes I know it is traumatic, but you just keep doing it.... Yes, I will see you tomorrow for lessons, later Diana."
Noelle sipped her coffee. "What was that about?" She asked.
Seraph sighed, Noelle was an interesting one, another Praetorian refuge, she had oddly slid into the Seraph family like another aunt, useful when the baby is born... Decantered... What ever. "It was Diana, she killed a man.... Again." He says, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Noelle blinked. "Again?" She asked as Gir looked shocked.
Seraph nods. "Her storm powers are pretty strong, she can send a guy flying thirty feet in the air in a mini tornado or blast a wind gust that sends them flying... She "accidentally" threw a fifth column member onto a cast iron fence, spikes right through him, bleed out pretty quick."
Noelle sips her coffee. "Is she okay?"
Seraph nods. "She will get used to it, we all do."
Gir finally found her voice. "But killing is wrong!"
Seraph blinked. "Gir.... You are aware heroes have a licence to kill"
His daughter looks at her hands if seeing them for the first time. "I... I can not hold back?" She whispers.
Noelle turns to her. "Wait, you where the government's PR trophy girl in Praetoria... And you never killed once?"
Gir shakes her head. "I... I always captured alive to send to the BAF for correction."
Seraph looked at her. "What is the BAF?"
Noelle shuddered. "The Behaviour Adjustment Facility, Praetor Tillmans personal prison to use Psionics, Tech and drugs to." She held up fingers in air quotes. ""Fix" troubled souls that didn't fit the ideal."
Gir looks down at her lap. "So I might as well if killed them...."
Seraph gets up and walks around the table, putting a hand on Gir's shoulder. "It's okay, you didn't know any better.... But about holding back, I kinda prefer you to hold back, at least on humans, you might suffer trauma hitting someone with your full strength."
Noelle perks up. "Oh I know, you could try going all out on one of the giant monsters that pop up around town, they are very much not humans."
Gir nods and looks at her hands. "I'ma try that.... I might go to Boomtown, there is lots of council robots to test on."
Seraph returns to his seat. "Just be careful, okay?
Gir gets up and leaves, Seraph resting his head against the table.
Noelle looks at him. "You okay?"
"I am staring down forty and have a kid on the way.... I think I am getting to old for this." He says.
Noelle laughs. "Isn't Positron almost sixty? You still have some life in your bones."
He just grunts and sips his coffee.
Seraph's house.
Seraph was sitting in the kitchen with Noelle and Gir, talking on the phone to his apprentice, feeling tired. "You did what again?.... Okay, did you check what they where? 5th column? Then that's okay, Nazis don't count as real people.... Yes I know it is traumatic, but you just keep doing it.... Yes, I will see you tomorrow for lessons, later Diana."
Noelle sipped her coffee. "What was that about?" She asked.
Seraph sighed, Noelle was an interesting one, another Praetorian refuge, she had oddly slid into the Seraph family like another aunt, useful when the baby is born... Decantered... What ever. "It was Diana, she killed a man.... Again." He says, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Noelle blinked. "Again?" She asked as Gir looked shocked.
Seraph nods. "Her storm powers are pretty strong, she can send a guy flying thirty feet in the air in a mini tornado or blast a wind gust that sends them flying... She "accidentally" threw a fifth column member onto a cast iron fence, spikes right through him, bleed out pretty quick."
Noelle sips her coffee. "Is she okay?"
Seraph nods. "She will get used to it, we all do."
Gir finally found her voice. "But killing is wrong!"
Seraph blinked. "Gir.... You are aware heroes have a licence to kill"
His daughter looks at her hands if seeing them for the first time. "I... I can not hold back?" She whispers.
Noelle turns to her. "Wait, you where the government's PR trophy girl in Praetoria... And you never killed once?"
Gir shakes her head. "I... I always captured alive to send to the BAF for correction."
Seraph looked at her. "What is the BAF?"
Noelle shuddered. "The Behaviour Adjustment Facility, Praetor Tillmans personal prison to use Psionics, Tech and drugs to." She held up fingers in air quotes. ""Fix" troubled souls that didn't fit the ideal."
Gir looks down at her lap. "So I might as well if killed them...."
Seraph gets up and walks around the table, putting a hand on Gir's shoulder. "It's okay, you didn't know any better.... But about holding back, I kinda prefer you to hold back, at least on humans, you might suffer trauma hitting someone with your full strength."
Noelle perks up. "Oh I know, you could try going all out on one of the giant monsters that pop up around town, they are very much not humans."
Gir nods and looks at her hands. "I'ma try that.... I might go to Boomtown, there is lots of council robots to test on."
Seraph returns to his seat. "Just be careful, okay?
Gir gets up and leaves, Seraph resting his head against the table.
Noelle looks at him. "You okay?"
"I am staring down forty and have a kid on the way.... I think I am getting to old for this." He says.
Noelle laughs. "Isn't Positron almost sixty? You still have some life in your bones."
He just grunts and sips his coffee.
Neph: I wanna fight!