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“Well” Jerrel crosses his arms “thats what we here for.” He replies to Miwa. Jerrel then sees Adrestea burst in from the doors of the gym. “Gurl whatchu mean what’s happenin’? You acting like somebody fittna die or something. We just havin’ a team exercise, while Godal waitin’ for people to come n’ shit…”
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Jerrel shrugs and smirks. “I learned to not give a fuck, let go. Easiest shit to do and it’s usually the best.” Jerrel frowns as he remembers “I had to learn how to restrain myself. My powers came when  I was bout 10 years old.  And well. When they got stronger, it got dangerous…one time, few dudes tried to jump me and my friend. And well. I got mad, n’ punched one of him, and used my powers behind it.”
Jerrel looks down and scratches his head. “And well. When I punched, blast wave of air shot out. It was like an explosion. They had to clean the guy off the street…” Jerrel put his hands in his pocket. “Barring all the other shit that happened after that, learned to restrain myself. Decided to not care bout petty insults and alla that shit. Ain’t got no time for that. So I learned to restrain myself, and not go full out on people. I don’t give much fucks bout what people try n’ say about me. I don’t see no point no more.” Â He crosses his arms. “So, I don’t really get mad easy over shit people talk, unless someone touch me or my stuff. Or bully people and other shit…” Jerrel changes the subject.
“But anyway…I’m not gonna be bout my powers. I move and control the air, air moves me. Not really super strong. I more just move the air so that exerts force for me, pretty much. And I can use air to shield myself. Heat, and energy attacks don’t bother me too much really.” Jerrel holds out his hand and makes a ball of bright, orange, glowing plasma by causing the air to ionize. “Can make this stuff that is as hot as the sun’s surface….and it don’t bother me. I have some trouble with physical hits. But I can get put through a wall and be fine….bullets are harder though. So are needles and blades with the person being it is strong enough…”
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“It can work. Me n’ Takra can be the fighters of course, and you can be the healer. I don’t really heal faster then a normal person. I ain’t supa man or something. Least, not yet anyway.” Jerrel shrugs. “And I don’t know magic like you do. We can function pretty well together, I could imagine. Cover eachothers weaknesses and the like. Use our abilities for situations where we best suited…”
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“Well” Jerrel begins “If we are in a squad, we gotta do something together. So G” He says to Godal. “What can we do together? As a team? Can’t you magic up some demons or something? Do you got some creature locked up somewhere we can fight against? Or I unno. Can you just poof shit up in the war room? Like the danger room or something. Yeah…like a simulation.”
Jerrel rubs his chin. “Heh. Like one of them superhero teams from the comics. Like X-Men, or the Avengers.”
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“We a squad? Um. Aight. But, I dunno what the hell we fittna do? What are we doin’ today anyway? Are we gonna compete against other squads or…what? I think we least should know what to prepare fo…”
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Split personality ass nigga…Â “Aight.” Jerrel said simply. Another thing comes to Jerrel’s mind concerning Miwa’s flight.
“You also can’t fly in space with wings and stuff…and space dangerous. I went up there once. My lungs almost blew up. Do you need height to start flying? If thas true, ain’t no surprise. Or can you just take off?”
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“No problem” Jerrel said to Miwa, as he then looked at Takra when he chuckled at seemingly nothing. <i> </i>”Are you feelin’ alright over there?” This nigga startin’ to creep me out….
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Jerrel was breathing and fumbling to himself quietly as Miwa confront Godal. Heh. She done had enough of him. Jerrel feels a shift in the air as Takra appears out of nowhere. And he just went from angry, to confident and weird as fuck. Somethin’ don’t seem right. Jerrel hears his question and raises his eyebrow “Whatchu talkin’ bout?”
To Miwa’s question, Jerrel responds “Depends. It can get hard to breath. Air get thinner. Air get freezin’ Â cold when you get too high up.”
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Jerrel leaned on the wall, deciding to simply watch and then he shook his head. He had no idea how hard she punched, but she was angry, and he suspected she might have greater actual physical strength then she appeared. She was an alien after all and her brother seemed pretty strong. Still however, he couldn’t help but hate how something always seemed to happen. Where was everyone anyway?
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>PLACE removed part of head back on and then go to door. TYPE the code 030201 into the keypad were the note was.
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Mirabelle smiles warmly looking up at the lady she seems nice. Apollo leans his head up towards her. “Sure you can come! Its nice to meet you Noelle. My name is Mirabelle.” She pops out of her seat. She holds out her hand for Apollo to jump on it.
Apollo runs up Noelle’s arm under her sleeve. Then climbs up from the back of her clothes from behind the collar of her shirt to run up her head and stand atop Noelle’s head. This woman was taller after. Better view that way.
She giggles in response to Apollo choosing her. “It looks like he likes you. I think its cause you’re taller but that’s ok.” Mirabelle instead takes Noelle’s hand and help pulls back to help her up. “Let’s go. I can even buy you some stuff. If you want. A really nice wolf lady gave me money.”
When Noelle gets up. Mirabelle brings her along with her. “We can go buy stuff then look around the city. I haven’t seen it all with my eyes yet.”
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Jerrel pulled his fist back as steam ebbed from it, and then the hot air from around the area disappears as it cools. “…There it was…” Jerrel’s is much calmer now. There was a bit of sloppyness in his punch, as Jerrrel didn’t know exactly what to think. On one hand, Takra needed to control the demon, and on the other, he didn’t really think Godal should have flicked and antagonized Takra.
The air around Jerrel gets notably colder.
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“Ya’ll brace yourselves….like on some real shit. I’m not flexin’. Cover you ears.” He looked at Godal. “Alright G. I’mma show you a punch. Maybe make you move back a lil’……” Jerrel got into a stance as the air about him. He might not have been good at chucking plasma, but punching was something he had been doing since he was a child, and his power amplified .
Jerrel assumed his boxer’s orthodox stance leaned forward with his fists in front of his face, his left foot and right hand foward. He then literally rocketed forward at blurring speeds of around 115 mph with his right fist reared back as it began to glow.  He flew across the area as he threw a cross to Godal’s abdomen. The collision caused an enormous boom as blast waves circulated. They blew back anyone who actually stood too close and Jerrel shattered all the windows in the gym once against from striking this man. Rocks flew about everywhere as the blast from said collision tore apart the ground. One did not have to be near by to actually feel the brief split second vibrations in the ground and rushing air.
In the aftermath of said collision, Jerrel was standing leaned forward with his fist not yet pulled back, in a roughly 7 foot in diameter, shallow crater. He looked up to see if Godal had flinched at all this time as glass about the room clacked a bit as they fell on the ground.
(Edit: I did not see the posts after “Godal felt the punch hitting his ribs and didn’t flinch…”)
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“Hey ya’ll…” Jerrel waves and says to break the ice. “…What ya’ll think the ol’ man goin’ have us doin’ today?…where he at anyway?”
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Kal notes Jet’s ideals towards situations that entail killings. When he mentions the girl, Kal then inquires. “Why did you wish for me to save her? Did she not have possible means to kill you? And did you not attempt to kill her?”