FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

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[irassible]

Something impressive.

[ He's not a picky cat. Once they're outside, he makes for a section of the lot that's so far mainly empty and, once there, walks a bit further to put some space between himself and Chat.

Just because he's a skeptic doesn't mean he's incautious; after a pause, he also pulls up his mask, just in case. ]

If I'm floored, I'll make it up to you for interrupting your show back there.

[pawdonnemoi]

[Something impressive? Most people would think him picking up a car would be impressive, but something tells him that won't be enough. His gymnastics weren't enough so that leaves Cataclysm. He sighs and looks down at the ring on his right hand again.]

Very well.

[He looks around for something that looks okay to destroy. There's some signs, no that could get him in trouble. Trashcan? Too messy. The ground? No, that's leave a pothole and that wouldn't be safe. Maybe he doesn't have to use it on anything, maybe he can reabsorb it.]

Cataclysm! [He holds up his right hand and shouts out the word, pitch black energy begins to swirl around his arm, gathering into a ball in his right hand. The ball quickly grows in size until he smashes it in his hand. Little bubbles of the same energy emerge from his hand.]

Enough?

[irassible]

[ He thinks, first: Voidsent, and for a moment he is tense and suspicious.

But quickly thereafter he thinks, instead: Dark Knight.

It's not completely the same; the kit has neither the appearance nor the airs of those black-armored dissidents that had opposed the Archbishop and his Heaven's Ward, but the curling darkness is too similar for him not to notice. The comparison between them and the masked superheroes so touted here is a solid one as well, albeit considerably more bloody on one side.

With that in mind, he is impressed. He whistles behind his mask. ]

Spry and a spellcaster?

[pawdonnemoi]

[Oh good, it looks like he's not going to have to expend the bad-luck energy he's collected. He doesn't dismiss it, however, just in case Six does want to see what Cataclysm does.]

Spellcaster? [He raises a brow.]

Hmm, I suppose. [He never really thought about his abilities in terms of video game standards. Spellcasters always seemed like they had more range, in his opinion. He had to be in close quarters to his target to use his special ability.]

[irassible]

Or something close to it.

Here, try this.

[ The parking area is divided by long, upraised sections of gravel, some of which are quite large. He seeks around for a rock that's suitably big, larger than his hand but smaller than his head.

He turns back, and lobs it at Chat - gently, so it comes down slow, because while he does want to see what happens, he's not out to actually hit anyone. ]

[pawdonnemoi]

[He watches the arc of rock, readying himself. When it comes into range he rushes toward it, swiping his right at it. The rock makes contact with the energy in his hand and is immediately dusted.

What a waste of a one time use ability...

With the energy used up, his ring beeps, starting the countdown until Chat turns back into Adrien. He had hoped that somehow this new world would change that rule, but no such luck.]

Satisfied?

[irassible]

You proved yourself, kit.

That's good enough.

[ Someone's going to get a manly clap on the shoulder. ]

I owe you lunch.

[pawdonnemoi]

[The suit might grant him super-strength but he isn't expecting the clap on the shoulder and sort of bows under the sudden weight.]

I may need a, er, rain check on that lunch.

[His ring beeps again. It seems a little urgent.]

[irassible]

[ ...was there a noise?

Six's ears perk up, his expression a little confused as he pulls his mask down. ]

Is there a problem?

[pawdonnemoi]

[Oh, how does he explain this?]

Well, um. That power I used, Cataclysm, it can only be used once and then my power runs low. The ring beeps to tell me when my power will run out entirely and then, poof, [he punctuates this by throwing his hands up like a small explosion] I turn back into a pumpkin. [He's not sure if Six will get the reference but he's going to use it anyway.]

[irassible]

[ He's got a are you serious face going here because...is he serious. ]

You're pulling my leg.

[ And what kind of power is one-time use? ]

[pawdonnemoi]

[He lets out a small uncomfortable laugh.]

Unfurrtunately I am not.

[The magical kind that is gifted by a tiny and fussy god-like creature.]

[irassible]

[ He laughs and gives him another clap, this time on the opposite shoulder. ]

Alright, alright, I won't keep you.

I owe you, kit.