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[prodigaljaybird]

Jason hasn't slept a night through since he was fourteen years old. It's nothing new, half his nightmares so familiar they happen almost by rote, though there's a few that still manage to terrify. He goes to bed in tired expectation, feels his body sleep and his brain light up. The fighter in him smiles and welcomes the chance to meet each falling crowbar with something better than child-sized fists, meet them with guns and blades and bombs, and in his dream Jason doesn't start screaming until the shadows grow long and bat-shaped.

He falls asleep in silence.

Jason wakes to his own gasping breaths in bed and the earth shifting beneath him.

"What the f - " he starts, but the world only shakes harder, something in the movement focused, personal. It's shaking his bed harder than anything, and Jason reaches out against the attack, seizes the gauntlet beneath his pillow and wishes it was a gun.

"You'll fucking wish - " he bellows, but as soon as the words leave him he feels himself forced violently back, propelled from his sheets and right into the air. His heart races - his bed's so close to the wall, he's gonna hit and there's no time to twist, nothing to grab, nothing to stop him and it's too fucking late to -

Jason's body flies through the bamboo with a mighty crack and is caught by the ground, coming to rest a dozen yards away with great rivets of earth in his wake.

There's a million things he should be doing. Lying there stunned feels like the best start.

[ooc: open to all in game, posted privately for preplay~ Jason just blew out the side of his hut, still in the boxers and tank top he went to bed in. His power is the sonic scream.]

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[thepointykind.livejournal.com]

The hit took her completely by surprise. Only reflex kept her from face-planting – the fall became a roll and she sprang away, landing in a crouch. “What the fuck?” she echoed, staring wide-eyed and angry at Jason. “Did you do that?”

[prodigaljaybird]

Afraid that he'll blow her head off if he speaks, Jason nods, grimacing as he turns his face away. "Didn't mean to," he grits out, turning back again when no explosion follows. "What the hell's going on with your legs? What's happening?"

[thepointykind.livejournal.com]

“My legs?” She looked down, and –

Holy shit. Her legs, from the knee down, had somehow changed color. They were damned hard to even see against the earth. What the hell? A chill ran over her – or maybe it was something else, because the effect suddenly spread. Everywhere. She lifted her arms and stared, incredulous; she could barely tell them apart from the mottled shadows of the forest.

“I... have no idea,” she told Jason a little faintly, still staring at her hands.

[prodigaljaybird]

"You're camouflaged," Jason says, staring, too, and the boy left in him takes a moment to evaluate the trick. Handy, sure, but people like them learn how to blend into shadow without it, and he isn't as envious as he might be. Still, he could have some fun with it, and he grins.

"Did everyone wake up with powers?"

[thepointykind.livejournal.com]

“I wasn't asleep!” But, okay. If this was a power, that meant she should be able to control it. Theoretically. Unfortunately, she had no idea how.

She stared at her hand, willing it to turn back to normal. Concentrated. Visualized it. And... nothing.

When her head started to hurt, she dropped her hand and glowered at Jason. “I'm stuck in camo-mode and you let out sonic blasts when you yell. Why are you grinning?”