Kayla et Henry
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Henry se tenait près de la porte une seconde de plus pour être sûr qu'aucune autre réponse ne devait être faite avant qu'il ne se laisse entrer. Lorsqu'il est entré à l'intérieur, il a tenté de regarder autour de la pièce dans un effort pour localiser la source du mouvement qu'il avait vu auparavant. Il faisait sombre ici, sa vision n'était pas ce qui était sous forme de REM. Il a senti l'air, essayant de localiser la position de la fille. Il a échoué sur les deux comptes.
"Tu es là, helloooo?"
"Uuuuh, accrochez-vous, laissez-moi essayer de..." La voix d'une fille venait de l'arrière de la pièce, près de ce qui semblait être un comptoir de magasin. "Pas bon, je ne peux pas me lever. Je suis à l'arrière, derrière le comptoir. Ne me mangez pas, s'il vous plaît", continua la voix.
Henry a suivi le son de la voix et est finalement venu sur le propriétaire. Il n'avait jamais rien vu de tout à fait comme elle regardait avant, donc il était vraiment confus au début à son apparence. Elle avait l'air de porter du matériel de plongée en chaîne par courrier et d'avoir l'air généralement prête à plonger dans les requins. Avec des tubes et des réservoirs sur son dos pour une chose ou une autre. Il a hésité à son remake à propos de la manger. "Quoi? Non, pas du tout. Je ne suis pas là pour te manger. Je n'aurais pas frappé si c'était le cas. Vous êtes un zoneur, n'est-ce pas?" il s'interrogea, passant par la voie qui a mené à la porte sur laquelle elle s'est effondrée. "Avez-vous besoin d'aide? Etes-vous blessé?"
"Je ne pense pas, je suis juste, euh, vraiment fatigué. Ma jambe me fait un peu mal. Qui êtes-vous?" Elle répondit, les yeux sont encore grands.
"C'est Henry... Henry Olin. Gros quatorze ans que Nora a poignardé avec un spork." Henry a répondu. Il se dirigea vers l'avant et descendit, ses bras immenses se percutant sous ses omoplates et ses genoux, puis la souleva avec apparemment très peu d'effort. Il grogne un moment et manœuvre son corps alors qu'il la dirige à l'extérieur de la pièce et retourne dans l'allée.
La fille n'a pas demandé d'autres explications, ni rien dit à ce sujet. Elle avait l'air d'être malade. "Peux-tu, euh, me poser? S'il te plaît?" Elle a demandé, pointant vers une étrange boîte de métal d'un but inconnu.
Henry grogne et avance dans la direction que son passager avait pointée, la plaçant lentement à côté de la boîte en métal (qui lui rappelait une boîte électrique de quelque chose, le genre dans les chantiers avant) aussi doucement qu'il pouvait pour ne pas lui faire de mal en raison d'un manque de respect à sa propre force. "Ça va?"
La fille s'est rendue un peu plus à l'aise. Elle a ensuite dit : "Je vais bien, oui. Donne-moi juste une minute », alors qu'elle était assise là, tenant son estomac. Environ une demi-minute plus tard, elle a dit, "Je suis Kayla, Kayla Kirby. Vous avez dit que vous vous appelez Henry? A quoi ressemblez-vous dans la vraie vie? Je ne sais pas qui est Nora."
-- Comme je l'ai dit, petit, gros de quatorze ans. Henry a dit, marchant jusqu'au reste du cadavre de l'Agresseur et marchant autour de lui, plus que probablement à la recherche d'une zone où il y avait encore de la substance sur laquelle se nourrir. Il secoua la tête et pressa le pied dedans, enlevant l'autre bras pour grignoter. "Je ne sais pas non plus à quoi ressemble Nora en ce moment. Je ne l'ai pas vue." Henry a dit, en regardant le membre détaché. "Tout ce que je sais, c'est qu'elle m'a poignardé avec un spork."
-- Eh bien, elle n'a pas l'air très gentille, dit Kayla, avec un peu plus de confiance maintenant, pourquoi a-t-elle fait ça? Elle s'étira un peu, et s'attacha à son masque.
"Eli lui a dit de le faire." Henry a répliqué, en farçant le membre qu'il tenait dans sa bouche et en l'avalant tout entier. Lorsqu'il a terminé son action, il a suivi le cadavre de Denizen et, utilisant tout son pouvoir de volonté pour ignorer la fête juste devant lui, a pris le tuyau de plomb qu'il avait laissé derrière quand il a donné un coup de pied à la benne de Julian en colère, et l'a ramené à Kayla. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Kayla," a dit Henry. "Je ne sais pas ce que tu peux faire... pour moi c'est assez simple, mais... ici. Prends ça, si tu penses que tu auras des ennuis." Il a dit de poser la pipe à côté d'elle. "Si vous... n'aimez pas frapper ou quoi que ce soit... de quelle zone êtes-vous de nouveau?"
Kayla regarda la pipe, comme si elle ne savait pas quoi en faire. "Je suis de cet endroit, mais je n'ai jamais été de ce côté de la ville auparavant. Pouvez-vous voir les bâtiments vraiment grands d'ici? Je viens de la partie avec les gratte-ciels », dit-elle. Elle a ramassé le tuyau, et l'a secoué, comme si elle testait son poids. Parce que c'était du plomb, c'était plus lourd qu'il ne semblait. -- D'où venez-vous? elle a demandé.
"Zone deux. La nature sauvage. J'ai l'air bien différent là-bas." Il a répondu. Il a sorti sa tête de l'allée pour regarder en bas de la rue et au loin. "Oui, je peux en voir. Mais on est loin d'ici. Le Nexus nous a mis à la périphérie de la ville." C'est ce qu'il a dit. -- Au fait, pourquoi vous cachiez-vous et pourquoi êtes-vous si fatigué?
Le blush de Kayla était visible sous le masque géant en argent qu'elle portait. "J'essayais de déplacer cette étagère très lourde. Je-ça n'a pas marché", a-t-elle marmonné la dernière partie.
Henry l'a regardée un moment, ses yeux jaunes sur sa figure argentée un moment avant qu'il ne décide de ne pas pousser la question plus loin, étant comme il avait été dans des situations embarrassantes lui-même dans le passé et passer un certain point n'était généralement pas amusant sur l'autre partie. -- Eh bien, reposez-vous alors. Vous et Julian par ici," dit-il en hurlant la tête à l'homme de la rue, "Connais cet endroit mieux que moi. Dis-moi quand tu seras prêt à bouger, et nous le ferons."
"Je suis prête, je pense," dit-elle, sauter à terre. Elle a agité une seconde, puis a ramassé le tuyau. "Où allons-nous?" Elle a dit. Henry a soudain tenu sa main pour la faire taire et a ensuite pointé vers les nouveaux venus qui étaient Ursula et Malcom. Henry, ayant déjà vu Agresseurs et Deniziens, savait que ces deux-là devaient être de leur côté. Il ouvrit la paume de sa main et les agita légèrement. "Ne tirez pas ou... un coup de poing." Il a dit, en regardant les mains robotiques de Malcom. "Nous sommes amis. J'ai eu faim," Henry a dit, se déplaçant vers le corps carbonisé et a massacré le cadavre de Denizen. "J'ai encore faim." Il a continué. "S'il vous plaît, excusez le désordre." Il a fini avec politesse, pas vraiment l'intention de s'expliquer encore moins les deux l'attaquent comme Julian l'avait fait. "Je... Je suis Henry. C'est Kayla, et le grand pisseur de la rue, c'est Julian." Henry a dit, se déplaçant à lui-même, la fille du char de requin argenté, et ensuite en allant dans la rue respectivement. "Et vous êtes...?"
Miriam Grant

Miriam leva et sourcil, marchant vers lui et s'emparant du poignet de la main qu'il avait étendu pour créer la petite tornade, ignorant complètement ses jambes. Elle a tordu le poignet de sorte que le bras a été tourné et a conduit son autre main vers le bas contre son coude, qui, avec assez de force pourrait complètement le casser. Elle n'essayait pas cela bien que plus pour faire un point et causer une certaine douleur. Avec son bras qui descendait déjà au coude, elle se leva vers le haut, tourna le bras d'une façon pour tirer son corps de cette direction, puis changea rapidement la direction alors qu'elle reculait, tira son déjà hors de l'équilibre, le corps tordu, et le renversa durement, le jetant sur son côté. Tout au plus, ça lui ferait souffler le vent et lui ferait peut-être du mal au bras. Si ça avait été une tentative de le forcer... peut-être pas tant que ça.
Elle a lâché son bras comme si ça ne valait pas son temps et a fait un pas en arrière. "C'est pas parce que tu as des pouvoirs que ça va aller tout le temps. Tu veux prendre un goliath de six cents livres ou plus avec un peu de vent seul? Soyez mon invité, tant que je ne suis pas celui qui vous gratte quand ils vous transforment en un frottis sur l'asphalte." Elle a dit qu'en tournant son bras et en le tirant sur ses pieds... errez, jambes de tornade. En vérité, elle ne voulait pas dire ça, mais c'était le seul endroit où elle pouvait éviter d'être faible. C'était son seul sanctuaire où elle pouvait apparaître sans faiblesse et elle s'en tenait désespérément à cela comme si sa vie en dépendait. Puis il a largué la bombe. "Ouais, d'accord. Vous restez juste à vous souvenir de ce visage." Elle a dit, pointant vers ses yeux avec son index et les doigts du milieu sur sa main gauche. "Parce que si tu me connaissais dans la vraie vie, tu ne me connaîtrais pas longtemps. Ça ne vaut pas la peine d'être attaché. Elle a fini. Elle a couru une main à travers ses cheveux, savourant la sensation des cadenas noirs corbeaux qui lui montait la tête. Elle souhaitait pouvoir avoir ça dans la vie aussi. Elle voulait être normale dans la vie honnêtement. Elle, au moins jusqu'à l'âge de douze ans, avait l'air sur la bonne voie pour devenir comment elle est apparue dans la zone jusqu'à ce que le cancer du pancréas et la chimiothérapie la frappent comme un train de marchandises.
"Je vais t'apprendre à casser le cou et à casser des membres. Vous pourriez être un exemple si vous m'énervez. Et j'adore déjà te battre." Elle a dit, marchant sur le rebord du toit et regardant dessus. Elle regarda par-dessus son épaule vers Jared. "Je ne crois pas que tu m'aies jamais dit ton nom. Son nom est Miriam, comme vous avez probablement entendu l'un des autres dire plus tôt », a-t-elle dit, tournant la tête pour regarder en arrière. "Rencontrez-moi par terre et dites-moi, si vous voulez encore suivre." Elle a dit courtoisement, avant de se retourner et de lui donner le doigt du milieu et de tomber à l'envers de la corniche. Elle tomba, sans intention de s'arrêter ou de s'attraper, et frappa le sol à pleine force, explosant dans un nuage de cendres, de cendres et de fumée, qui se tourna alors sur la rue de la ville rouge et se reforma en son corps, sans éclaboussure.
NAME:
Miriam A. Grant
AGE:
17
GENDER:
Female
ZONE:
Zone One
PERSONALITY:
She is smart, first off. Unfortunately she uses this intellect to be literally the meanest, most sarcastic fuck you will ever meet. I am not kidding when I say she will go out of her way to screw with you or make an ass out of you if she is given the opportunity. She’s got a lot of spunk to her if you’re into that. In the ZONE she will use her attractiveness as a play and will flirt with the males to get them to do her bidding, she will make you her bitch. Pancreatic cancer might be holding her back but she’d be beating heads in with the wheelchair if she could. She has an anger issue to her personality and will often get frustrated quickly with people who are incapable of doing what she thinks are simple tasks. Even if it’s unreasonable or unrealistic for you to know them she will hold you to a higher standard than what you hold yourself to. While she might be mean, and sassy, and clever at your expense and while she might even come off as a bully or manipulative (which she is), she does care about those around her, at least to a degree. She will bite the bullet for literally anyone else if it meant keeping them alive. Not because she knows she’s going to die in six months anyway (although that does give her one more excuse), but because she legitimately cares about everyone in some way or another.
HISTORY:
"Dont act like you know me. You dont. All you need to know is that I was diagnosed with cancer and the only reason I'm alive is because my father is loaded and got me the best care possible. Now I’m here in this shithole with you shitstains."
APPEARANCE
PHYSICAL:
Miriam is the picture of complete lack of health. She's about 5'2 in height, and weighs an astounding 78lbs. She has pasty white skin, and no muscle tone whatsoever. Her body is a sickly thin, almost skin and bones due to her long fight. Her face is oval shaped, with deep set brown eyes with bags around them that add to her overall unhealthy appearance. Her nose is the typical nose that one would see in a young woman, and it along with her lips are probably the most attractive parts of her. She has no hair on her body, her arms, head, nothing. She almost always has a breathing tube in her nose.
IN-ZONE:
Miriam is astoundingly different in her zone, and her appearance doesn't change from Nexus to REM stage. If you saw the two of them, the only way you'd be able to know it was her would be by the voice. Standing at 5'8 she is right off the bat much taller, and is a little over 1.5x the weight of her normal self at 124lbs. She is visibly athletic and fit. If she lifted her shirt or flexed her arms you would see that she not only can hold her own in an arm wrestle but also has abs that most girls don't realize they can get. Dream puberty was kind to her in giving her wide hips and a very faint hourglass figure. Her skin is tanned greatly, and she has a bandaid going across the bridge of her nose which has remained unchanged. Her teeth are straight, although her canines are larger than average giving her smug grin a somewhat wolfish look. She has freckles going across the bridge of her nose. Her face is slightly more angular, with a sharper chin and higher cheekbones. Her eyes aren't nearly sunken and remained the same color. Her hair is black and long, falling down just past her shoulders. She always seems to have a pissed off or smug expression on her face. Henry has stated that, in the Nexus, her appearance is strikingly similar to a character named Asami from an old show called the Legend Of Korra from the mid 2010's. Think this image.

POWERS
NEXUS:
"You're a good kid, you just have smoke coming out of your fingertips..."
Miriam is the living embodiment of smoke, cinders, smoldering refuse gas of any kind, etc. She is literally made of it. While she may look like a normal human when she goes into action her real powers spring to life. Whether it be literally turning into a cloud of smoke and becoming temporarily intangible to reforming after taking incredible hits as if nothing happened. She is the scourge of Zone one, at least to the Aggressors, who have very few means of fighting her effectively. She can fire high impact projectiles that are a combination of smoke and fire, and her durability is greatly increased allowing her to effectively jump off a building and come out unscathed. Think all of the abilities of Delsin Rowe, except more creatively used more often. She is capable of flying, and is capable of staying airborne for a fairly good period of time. Her signature thing is to launch and come down like a missile. She’s mean like that.
REM:
Smoking is bad for everyone but her, it seems. In REM form, Miriam looks exactly the same as she does in Nexus form.Long black hair, black and red clothing, greaser style look, athletically healthy and very attractive. The new? She has all the abilities of before, but now she has FIRE under her belt as well. There is a lot more impact to her attacks and they do a lot more damage in different ways. Her body is also more densely packed, allowing her a more normal weight while still giving her the ability to smoke dash. Her body is also resistant to tiring and pain and any form of fatigue that is gained from prolonged combat. Her body has now become a furnace that constantly makes smoke for her to use. The downside however is that while her attacks are powerful, they can sometimes be taxing on this supply. To compensate for this? She simply uses the smoke in the city air as replacement, or falls back upon fire.
OTHER:
 


NAME:
Henry J. Olin
AGE:
14
GENDER:
Male
ZONE:
Zone Two
PERSONALITY:
Henry is, despite what you might expect from him if you saw his zone forms, a pretty cool guy. He's often defined as laid back and will often share a good laugh if he can, even if the joke is on himself. He's extremely smart, border lining insane, and the few activities he takes part in that don't involve computers are either designing or straight up building. The things that get to him most are when people don't give him the time of day. One of his character flaws or errors is that he is stubborn and will try to get everyone to like him and often will make an idiot out of himself in doing so. It's also this bull headed stubbornness that has gotten him into trouble before in doing things he shouldn't be, or fighting a battle that's not worth it. Henry has an innate love for learning and even more so for teaching. If you gave him the opportunity to tell you about what kind of code he's writing or the character he's drawing you best be pulling up a chair because you're gonna be there for a while. For back of a better description, he is a nerd, and a dork, and a bit of a mess, but he's sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it. He will happily throw himself on the live grenade if it meant saving others.
HISTORY:
Henry was born fourteen years in the past as the middle child and only boy of a Japanese/American family. He has a younger sister, and an older sister (who is nineteen). His family is fairly wealthy, so his hobbies were supported and he was kept healthy throughout his life. He's got literally no excuse to be badass. He's been semi-following the incidents that have occured over the oast few months. Initially because of his friend who was interested in the whole situation. He slowly however became more sucked into attempting to explain where these creatures were coming from. Unfortunately he never got far. At least not until now.
APPEARANCE
PHYSICAL: 
Physically, Henry’s not at all what you’d expect. Normally when you see a Zoner their dreams match up somewhat with their physical appearance and their personalities aren’t altered that much. Not for Henry, he has alter egos.
Standing at 5’3, and weighing about 172lbs, Henry has a bit of a weight problem. A combination of what could possibly be unfortunate genetics, bad dietary control, and lack of physical activity make up for a perfect storm that makes it hard for him to keep himself in a healthy condition (to give you an idea, he’s 54-55% over the average weight of a teenager his age). While he might be pudgy, he plays it off fairly well. His skin overall is naturally a little tan, even if he spends very little time in the sunlight to show for it, and while he might not be exactly a healthy weight his asian heritage helps somewhat by giving him small pores and smooth and healthy skin that does a pretty good job at not getting acne. He has an oval shaped face because of his weight. His hair is brown and long, easily falling to the bridge of his nose if he didn’t sweep it far to the side. His nose has the distinct asian traits to it. His eyes are slanted, as to be expected and are brown in color. His lips are full but his teeth are not very straight in the top, as he has yet to get braces.
Think this image except slightly more on the heavier side.
IN-ZONE:
In the Nexus and in REM stages Henry is a distinctly reptilian creature. In the Nexus, he stands at about eight feet tall, and weighs around eight hundred pounds. He is still human in build and shape, but his skin is crocodilian like, and covered in the bony armor that the saurians of the third dimension are known for. His arms are much larger than before, allowing him to comfortably walk on all fours should he desire. He is incredibly well built, the deltoid and bicep muscles of his arm being about the size of a normal human’s torso in width. His chest is huge, measuring at approximately 85 inches in width (for scale, Arnold Schwarzenegger has a chest that is 57 inches). He is completely bald in this form and has teeth much different than a human, being fewer, larger, and pointed, like that of a crocodile’s. He lacks nails on both his hands and feet, instead having black claws about two inches in length. He wears orange rope tied pants as if he was a prison inmate, and his arms are wrapped up in a gauze of some kind that looks like an attempt at makeshift compression sleeve. For an idea of what he looks like, think Killer Croc from Arkham Origins.
In REM form, Henry is terrifying in that you legitimately dont know if he’s on your side or not sometimes. He’s huge, standing fifteen to sixteen feet tall, and is covered in crocodilian like armor. Along his neck he has quill like spines shooting from his neck that seem to fade at his armor becomes more prominent. His arms, legs, and body are absolutely ripped. Like, Hulk ripped, and huge as well. Like, his arm muscles are probably about three and a half feet thick. His face is no longer humanoid at all, instead a snout has protruded from it and huge teeth have grown in, as well as a very reptilian forked tongue. He only has four fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, with huge black claws tipping each flange measuring up to a foot in length. If he were to ball his hand into a fist, two black spikes that protrude from each knuckle on the fist provide natural and built in ‘brass knuckles’. The only real humanoid part of his body left are his torso and arms (his arms of which are almost as long as his legs, allowing him to prowl around on all fours, which he often does when stalking prey), which give him a very primate/reptile feel. Unlike his Nexus form, he has a tail in this stage, which is as thick as a large tree trunk and measures easily twenty feet in length. It is extremely strong and incredibly flexible. Along it’s length is armor and spines, which end in a bone like club at the end. On his shoulders and upper back large and thick black spikes sprout up about three feet at their maximum height in a very ankylosaur like fashion and in combination with the armor plating on the upper half of his body provide a powerful defense mechanism if, god forbid, he be pinned on his stomach. His primary coloration is an ashen grey on both his belly and upper back, with his armor being a more maroon color. A fluorescent red shines between the cracks of his armor, on the gill like flaps of scale on the flanks of his neck, as well as the prominent veins running throughout his body.
POWERS
Overview:
In both stages, Henry is a physical powerhouse capable of not only absorbing a lot of damage but dealing a lot of damage as well. In both stages he also has the ability to heal incredibly fast from wounds he receives by gorging himself on anything he kills (but he cannot do this during a fight). In the Nexus stage, he’s not as strong, not nearly as fast, and not as versatile as his REM form, and more often than not will only be able to grapple with two or three opponents at a time before he becomes overwhelmed. In the REM form however, all of his abilities are spiked to a level that most others haven't yet achieved. His physical brawn is unmatched and while his agility isn’t quite like the smaller zoners he is capable of jumping a terrifying fifty two feet forward and about fifteen to twenty feet high. And to top it all off to prove just how unfair it can be to be the opposition, not only can he punch a hole through a three foot thick rock, but he can also breathe a jet of fire powerful enough to achieve a range that extends eighty three feet forward.
The problem is, Henry, in this form, is hungry and by default is pissed off about it. Channeling this ‘hangriness’ is a challenge any time the teams wants to get anything done and sometimes strategy is needed to get Henry’s clouded mind to realize that there is a big herd of creatures that the others consider opponents that he considers food all rounded up in one spot and oh my god he is suddenly throwing the closest boulder at them to turn as many as he can at one time into a smear on the forest floor so he can eat whatever’s left.
Yeah, he wont attack you, he has enough self control for that, but it’s hard to keep his attention because anything else that’s moving is like showing a starving man a T-bone steak. He will go after it with everything he’s got and it’s kinda hard to stop him.
Overall his power is kinda what you’d expect. He’s an in your face overwhelming brawler type with no special ability other than just being ridiculously hard to kill.
OTHER:
Henry Olin is currently the largest (and most powerful in REM state) recorded Zoner, standing at a staggering eight feet tall in Nexus form in weighing eight hundred pounds. In REM form Henry's size is even more frightening. Dwarfing the others by standing an estimated fifteen feet tall, measuring in the mid thirties in length, and weighing the equivalent of about 9.8 tons... You get the idea.