#ability

1. The ability to form an object we desire to achieve through action.
2. The ability to form a belief about how certain actions will or will not achieve the objects of our desires.
3. The ability to act on our desires and our belief so that our actions form the “conclusion” of a valid practical syllogism.

— Capacity for practical reasoning described by M Moore in ‘Causation and the Excuses’(1985)

Um … hi.
My uh … my name is uh … well you can um call me Fennec and I um … help people.
My um dad was a strong man and he um used his powers to try and keep all kinds of um, things from hurting people and he um … he did a lot of good.
My brother and I we uh we were his newest kids and he um taught us how to use our magic and showed us how to um harness our uh, our gifts.

My brother was a uh a good fighter and he liked using poles and um long staffs or staves. My big brother was always watching over me, he even taught me how to really protect myself.
Our mom was a human and she died after giving birth to me, but sometimes she appears in my um, my dreams and she sings to me.

Dad said that she uh, always watched over me and um, that I could always count on her protection when he wasn’t around.
…
So uh, one day a Realm Breaker found and killed my dad, and he wanted to get me too, but big brother protected me and I managed to get away.

Well after a few years I decided to stop hiding and instead take it upon myself to uh, help people and make this a better world for all of us.
I wouldn’t hide and cry anymore, mom wouldn’t want me hiding, neither would my big bro.

But one day a scary group of people found out about me and sent men to hunt me down. I was so scared, I thought that they were going to hurt me.
But then one of them came up to me without any of his weapons and we sat down and just talked for hours. He was really sweet and he even told me about his daughter, he told me how they needed my help to make the world a better place.
And so I decided to help his company whenever they needed me.

Well just a few months ago he showed up again, he came into my home and gave me a warm hug and asked all about my life since we last met. We drank tea and watched the snow fall, all the while I noticed that he was older.
Soon he wouldn’t be strong enough to fight anymore, and the world needed him, maybe more people like him.

He asked me if I could help him find magical warriors to fight his battles and I told him that I would do it.
He was shocked and I stood up, looked him in the eye and said, “I am a proud and strong woman and it’s about time I use my abilities to fight instead of hide.”
He just laughed and shook my hand.

So … uh … yeah.
Here I … uh here I am.
Sorry … I got all fired up there at the end.
Just … whenever I talk about him and uh …
Don’t write that last part.

But here I am, I’m here to fight. For the first time in my life I won’t hide, I won’t be scared.
I’m going to be a hero just like my family.

Hi there, I am Sadey and I fight monsters.
It’s a family tradition that was started by my great grandfather.

My great grand father went on a quest to prove his worth to his father and in the end he killed so many monsters and won the attention he deserved.
The generations have shown that every member of my family has the same strength as the old coot and sure enough I’m just as strong as my old man.

My step dad insists that he is my dad, but I know my mom actually met my real biological father and made me. Yet I had to listen to that man’s rules and disappointment for years before I could move out and become the power house of a woman you see before you.

Now I know what you are thinking and yes, I am awesome.
I come from a long line of heroes and I’m not afraid to say that this little lady in front of you is gonna rock this world.

It was hard finding a worthy challenge, I traveled through forests and mountains for 3 years before a mountain lion found me. It wasn’t magical like my great grand pa, but it was dangerous. I fought and managed to kill it, the crunch as I finally snapped its neck will stay with me forever.

I had taken my first step into being a monster slayer, and just when I was about to go looking for a bear, I noticed some old man sitting on some rocks nearby watching me.
I demanded to know who he was, he just smiled and walked right up to me with his arms open wide. Naturally I didn’t trust him so I meant to punch him once in the chest, but he grabbed my hand as if I was a child and pulled me into a hug.

He told me how proud he was that his daughter was just as strong as her grandmother.
I knew that this was my real dad, Hector Jupitor.
I spent the next 2 years on that mountain training with my old man and learning how to hunt and identify evil creatures.

About 5 years of traveling and now I know that it’s time for me to stop wandering and time to start fighting evil under the guidance of someone who knows what they are doing.
So fear not people of Earth, a true hero stands here to save you all.

I set out into the transportation room.
The pocket dimension in space and time that acts as a teleporter.

I went hopping around for a little bit before I found the site I was looking for.
I made a ritual circle, dropped a few drops of Mantler blood, and all of this opened a hole to a world that had all of it’s matter converted into raw energy.

This would light up on any radar, of any group, that was looking for magic.
I received a few calls and told a few people that I would look into a sudden flare of magical energy, but I said I would be a little late getting there.
The bait was laid out, and so I waited.

Exactly 10 minutes later, a helicopter appeared and I had the whole team tied up.
Nobody had to die.

Tom wiped up the circle, closing the portal, and Mary got one of the pilots to fly us back to their base.

From there … things got messy.
Psychics were waiting for us and I immediately felt someone trying to get into my head. So I started doing math in ancient Martian, in my head.
This makes me puke, but it did the same to the psychics, which made them easy to pick off with the rifle as we landed.
We had the welcome wagon of armed guards, and a magically enhanced guard with shape shifting powers granted by tattoos.

Which meant nothing when a golem comes crashing down on you trying to peal off your skin.
A few quickly placed shots disabled the guards and Mary tore open the nearest door using the helicopter blades as a machete.

Before we left the bay, I quickly pulled out a soul parasite and gave it the memory of my first laugh, in exchange it led us down the halls to the holding cells. The creature only appears as two dimensional so it just moved across the walls like a moving graffiti.

More guards blocked us, one could solidify liquids like water into something hard as bone. Took them out, and moved on.
Next we had a woman that screamed as loud as a car bomb going off, but only in our minds.
Taser to the throat put her down.

We found a cell where they were keeping Carpenter and Blacksmith.

Gave Blacksmith a gun, and gave Carpenter a baseball club made from rage emotions.
They tried apologizing and explaining, but I didn’t want to hear any of it. Our lives were in an immediate threat and we needed info on where the rest were.

I found a computer room, but most of the good info was being erased as some kind of fail safe in case the base was compromised.
But this is why we have time bubbles.
I put one around the computer and reversed time by an hour. They had Blue somewhere specific with Fennec, Qu'bert is with nerds, and the rest are in holding cells in Egypt.

I want my magic first, I like to think that I can handle logic with a bullet.
But a wise man once said, “Magic defeats magic”.

Hello, my name is Felicia Trainer and I used to be a member of The Company.

I was a runner for the company and a Psy Scout. My job was normally set up that I would find areas with a lot of psychic activity, enter, and then gather information for another team to come back and take care of.

I was a scout during the battle with the entity known as Kane, and I was there when the old man killed him.
Yes I know the old coot’s name and no I will not say it here.

There are rules.
I’m a great scout and when needed I am a damn good shot with a rifle.
I’ve covered retreats, evacuations, withdrawals, and blah blah blah.
You get the idea.

While not possessing much in the way of powers and abilities I am sensitive to energy given off by humans and the dead.
While I can’t exactly do anything tangible to the dead with my sensitivity, I can tell where they are, and what they are.

I’ve only been with the company for a few years, but I always heard stories about the old fart and wanted a first hand account of his skills.
Guy is like every joke about an old man with insane skill.

He out shoots me, he outruns me, he out everything me.
So when I heard that he was assembling a team of nuts to take care of the mess left in the wake of the “Dark Son” event, I decided to see if I was up to his standards.

Seriously surprised me when I made the cut.
Guy ahead of me was a shapeshifter with military training.
Guess I’m … better.

Anyways sorry for the delays with the updates.
His associate … Pin, knocked up his computer.

This is all being done on a cell phone.

One of my biggest hopes for Gen 9 is that no new Pokémon have the Frisk ability.

They’ve been very into that ability the last couple gens and it’s not really that useful. Especially for the main campaign, it’s pretty much useless.

what if we can shapeshift but we just don’t know how