Session 11: The BioSupers Attack.

Ceffer listens to the scientist while they try to figure out what is wrong. Then tracks down Sam.
"He was in the town we were at. You can visit him don't bother keeping your power secret they know. sigh"
Ceffer goes to talk to Dr. Wells.

Tony finds a super to have a fun race with.

"Dr. Wells, we need to go public with supers. The sooner the better. While we were out we came across another town full of supers. They were terrified that MIB would come and abduct them. This secrecy is driving supers underground. These are the nice ones. Then there are the ones like those mercenaries or worse. Speaking of which may I be given Permission to hire them?"
Ceffer proposes.

Ember leaves Smith to talk with his classmate's twin, and goes looking for something more interesting to do.

Some time later, she sees a boy about ten years old who is trying to manipulate a campfire by glaring, shouting, and making sudden motions at it. The fire itself is flaring wildly, ducking, and leaping to the side whenever the boy shouts at it.

Ember shakes her head and approaches. "Hey kid! You look like you don't have anyone to show you how it's done."

He frowns and nods. The fire resumes the appearance of a normal campfire, if well spent.

Ember puts out the fire by closing her fist at it, then begins to show him some basic firebending style moves.

"I did a background check on them and am actually impressed with some of their backgrounds. Their sniper is an expert BioChemist and the Frontliner is an expert martial artist who has honed her skills to the point she regularly parries bullets. Frankly I am very glad from a tactical point of view that we never had to fight them."
Ceffer leans against the wall.
"Drat. Dr. Wells would you agree to meet my Overwatch and supply teams privately. They have information that you need."

"You are but it is an honest mistake. It is a lot more complicated than that. For starters, it involves family and only gets more complicated from there."
Ceffer comments.

"An old friend figured it out first. We call him Snuff."

Ember gets him to start mimicking her movements. "Fire is not your enemy, nor your friend or ally. It just is, and its nature will not change for you, me, or anyone. Understand this, and you will begin to know the fire within yourself. Fire is a part of you, and you a part of it. You must therefore respect it as you would any other part of your body."

Ember's activity with the fire manipulator, who's nickname is Smokey, attracts the attentions of the other fire manipulators in town. She is the most skilled fire manipulator any of them has ever seen, as no one here has had a true master to learn from outside of TV shows. There is one adult man, 28, who is the local firefighter and teacher for the most part. The rest are children about 10 to 17 years of age. All together there are 5 fire manipulators in town who can but don't know how to truly control fire.

The 28 year old man has so far only been able to 'blow out' a fire of any size up to the annual Christmas Tree Burning party bonfire. When she hears this, Ember sighs with a mild face palm.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do. This is an exercise in strength, control, and dexterity. Everyone stand in a circle." After everyone is in place, she produces a strong, dim, smokeless, blue flame and passes it to the kid on her left. "Pass it around. Don't let it change size, shape, color, or heat, and don't let it go out." While the flame goes around, she restarts her previous speech about respecting fire.

Fifteen minutes and four failed passes later, a pathetic red shrivel of flame makes it to Ember's hands. She discontinues the lesson and goes to sit on a log.

The man, Brad, comes to sit beside her. "You've never taught anyone before, have you?"

Ember shakes her head. "It was so easy back home. No offence, but I was better than the best of you by eight. I learned how to make fireballs around ten, and when I was eleven I ended up accidentally setting off an entire display of fireworks."

They share a laugh, and Brad promises to keep her secret. "Why was it so easy?"

Ember shrugs. "I was there during the time when some powers were still being figured out, including mine. Back then the rule was if you figured out how to do something new, you shared it with everyone..." A look comes across her face. "I know what we need to do."

Ember and Brad return to the field and reassemble the fire manipulators, though the youngest two utterly refuse to have anything more to do with a teacher who gives up immediately after the students fail the first lesson. This time, everyone watches as Ember teaches Brad how to light a fire, the campfire, at his own pace and in his own way. They work together for an hour before they collectively find a way for Brad to light the campfire. He finally does so, in the likeness of a dragon. The other student still watching suddenly regains her interest and runs to go tell the others.

Soon, the little party of fire manipulators are trying all sorts of crazy moves and, after another hour...
'Sparky' snaps his fingers.
'Smokey' 'Wan' and 'Azula' start becoming regular fire benders.
'Katnis' sets herself on fire.
And Brad refuses to be called 'The Dragon'.

Tony finds one speedster from the town. Samson is 19 years old, and about as fast as Tony. They race around a makeshift track for a while before taking a break at Samson's house for a homemade snack. "So, I know it's a bit personal, but if I may ask, have you ever had any sleep issues?"

Samson leads Tony inside. "No more than the usual person. I just need to have something to eat about every two hours." He opens a conspicuous jar and offers Tony a large peanut butter cookie.

Tony takes it. "I find I can go the normal time between meals, I just have to gorge myself each time. *bite* However, snacks are a must have if I have been running a lot."

After the cookies, they head out for speedster trick practice. Tony demonstrates igniting setting things on fire with air resistance and Samson demonstrates his ability to have a conversation at super-speed. Tony adjusts into his frame of reference and quickly passes an arm through a grown tree as if it were made of flowing water from a faucet. "Okay, just how did you do that?"

Tony does it again, and explains. "I'm vibrating my arm in resonance with the atoms in tree. I have to do it quickly, to minimize the time spent intersecting the tree." Tony finds a stick about an inch around and breaks it in half. "Here, practice on these; I will hold one, and you pass the other through it." Samson tries, but it just bounces off the first few times. "Here, let me show you." Tony has Samson hold his stick still, while Tony vibrates his stick and passes it through the one Samson is holding a few times. "The reason we are practicing with sticks is simple. It's a dangerous trick. Loose your sync and..." Tony purposely stops vibrating the stick half way through the other one. The intersection between the sticks starts expanding and it begins to slowly explode. Bark pieces start flying at their eyes, but they stop the wooden shrapnel and examine what is left.

A number of splinters decorate the outside of the enlarged intersection. "That is why we should practice using sticks and possibly stones."