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Post by Everett King on Mar 29, 2019 3:02:33 GMT
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Heād thought himself quite clever coming up with the name but it wasnāt a surprise that Erika was nowhere near as impressed. He resisted the urge to pout, though the desire was there, and settled for rolling his eyes. Well, he thought it was clever ā but if he explained it to everyone that walked through the door it would be anything but. He wasnāt the most skilled conspiracy theorist. Everett enjoyed talking and gossiping too much to ever make a good spy or agent. On the other hand though he made an excellent informant.
āThatās all I ask,ā he conceded. āDonāt cause trouble for yourself with it ā just know the doorās always open.ā Even as he said it he was half certain heād never see Erika again. There was no sense of finality to their conversation but...he couldnāt sense any pull either. There was nothing that would draw Erika back to this place, not while she was in hiding and supposedly didnāt need any help. Knowing that, he was trying to make things run as smoothly as he could, but he also wasnāt about it give up easily. āI have,ā he replied. āMany, in fact. Thatās kind of the gist of the place....you feel me? Stop being such a damn martyr and take the shit. Itās nothing fancy but itās stuff you can use and itāll mean at least one less trip to a shop where someone might recognise you. Itās not about whether you need it. You can use it, so you should put your pride aside for a damn minute and just take it. I wouldnāt have offered if I didnāt have enough to go around.ā At this point he had his elbows braced on the table and was scowling (not too harshly) in her direction. He rapped his knuckles against the table, as if he were an auctioneer closing a deal. āIām not trying to solve all your problems or say you canāt take care of yourself, Iām just trying to do you a favor.ā
He tactfully decided not to mention the small laugh when Erika confirmed her sister had perished. It wasnāt a surprise but the confirmation hollowed his chest out slightly. He and Elsa hadnāt been particularly close ā few had been, truth be told, but heād cared for her in his own way. āIām sorry to hear that.ā He tried not to be too obvious that he was watching her reaction. āIād heard rumours that you were the last Bellefonte.ā Deciding not to ask whether it was true or not wasnāt a hard choice. Chances were sheād give him a vague non-answer anyway. āI lost Gabriel too.ā It wasnāt much of a consolation and he didnāt think itād make either of them feel better, but he wanted to be able to share the experience in some way. To help shoulder it.
āHe probably canāt fix anything, no.ā Drew would certainly try though. A small smile slid onto his features at the mental image of him revealing the news to his āfriendā. Heād make it really dramatic too. āBut he could definitely help, just like I can. Weāre not going to swoop down in capes trying to fix your life for you, but Iām sure the both of us can try to make things even a little easier. In the end I know weād at least want to try.ā
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Post by Everett King on Mar 6, 2019 1:09:39 GMT
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Everett sat back with his arms crossed looking quite pleased with himself. The sentimental man hadnāt been able to help himself when naming the restuarant - symbolism and imagery might as well have been his kink. That, and conspiracy theories, which he now seemed to find himself deliciously a part of. āTuesday is derived from Tyr, one of the Nordic Gods. Specifically,ā he found his lips curling into a smirk, he is God of War and Justice.ā He wanted to quiz Erika further and ask why he might have chosen such a name, but he didnāt. Part of him wanted it to be obvious, wanted Erika as flat and listless as she seemed, to recognise the new spark of fighting spirit in his eyes. Another part of him was worried sheād laugh at him and call him a complete dork - which he actually wouldnāt mind if it made Erika react at all beyond the minute pleasantries sheād been giving so far. He couldnāt fathom that she disliked him that much, though it was rightly deserved. In that moment he was trying to maintain an outlook of making sure she was fine first, then grieving their obviously lost connection later in private. Heād known what heād been giving up, and heād moved on in his own way. Didnāt mean it didnāt hurt to be looked at so blankly though.
āI suppose Iāll have to forgive you then,ā he said, carefully not asking how long she planned on staying. Not like sheād tell him anyway. āWell, Tuedays at Tuesdays - try to remember it hey? My door is always open to you and...anyone else you know what might be in a similar situation.ā He flexed his jaw at Erikaās apparent refusal. The Bellefonte family had, had money to the power of infinity so perhaps Erika did have some still in her name, but that didnāt concern Ever. Money had never been something he put much worth it, even now that he had it. Still sporting threadbare jeans and faded shirts whenever he could, youād never guess heād come into money of his own. Not mega-rich proportions, but his eyes still bugged out of his head whenever Drew sent one of his ālittleā cheques. And the profits from his restaurant werenāt anything to sniff at either in his opinion. āFar as I can see it, you could use them. And if you canāt, perhaps youāll find someone who can. I wash my hands of it, do with them what you will.ā Whatever happened, he was stubborn enough to insist that she wouldnāt be leaving the store without them. Even if she then dumped them on his front step and ran. At least he would have tried. Everett tapped one long finger against the table, smiling softly. āI like to think of it as confidence actually. And a long time coming, too.ā His self-deprecating and ridiculously selfless nature hadnāt been well-kept secrets in the past. And to an extent he still harboured those traits; but he hoped his growth was obvious too.
āYou donāt look alright,ā he answered, leaving little room for argument. āHell youāre not even acting alright. Maybe itās just because you hate me, and thatās fine, but you donāt have to lie about it. Right now this āErika āIām dead insideā Bellefonteā is not you at all.ā His brows furrowed as he debated how far he could actually push while remaining somewhat respectful. They hadnāt seen each other in months and he had no delusions that he still meant anything to Erika - his concern was most likely unwanted. Unfortunately it was just his nature. He breathed out through his nose and sat back into the chair, deciding to leave it for the time being. āOf course you couldā He changed the subject with a laugh. āJust ask me not too. If I didnāt care what you wanted I wouldnāt have bothered asking for permission.ā His gaze cut to Erikaās. āWhat do you want me to do?ā
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Feb 17, 2019 23:46:08 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 17, 2019 23:46:08 GMT
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āOh we will be.ā The easy confidence Everett spoke with was belied by the hard edge to his eyes. Mutants had been around long enough to leave their mark. There were painters and artists, musicians and scientists. Theyāre changed the world and he had to believe there was a place for them in it, one day. The fact that Erika didnāt troubled him. He understood why sheād lost hope after everything sheād been through, but the Bellefonte name was something still looked to for guidance and inspiration. She could easily become a figurehead for the coming rebellion, whether she wanted a part in it or not. Everett didnāt know what he wanted her to do, but he did know heād rather see her as a leader instead of a martyr. āAnd yes, I own it. Earned every penny myself too - charity was never my thing. I take care of the people and the food, but Iāve got a man on the side that does the boring stuff. Money, taxes, that shit.ā Not that he wasnāt eternally grateful for Drew and his skills. Ever just wasnāt so keen on it himself. It was actually a bit of a relief to leave most of it to someone else and just do the things he loved. And this way, he didnāt feel like he was working for the man. āDo you know why this place is named Tuesdays?ā He asked conversationally, pushing away from his chair and standing up. Erika may have given up hope but Everett never would; it was part of what made him, him; and it was what had given more than one hungry mutant a full belly. Erika included.
Everett arched an eyebrow,, trying not to look too pleased with himself. āOh? You know the best runaways keep their ears open for rumours. You must have been real deep to not hear of this place. Or really lucky to find it anyway, I guess.ā He chuckled quietly. āMaybe itās fate, because you found me on a Tuesday. And on Tuesdays, anything is possible.ā He left abruptly again and returned a few minutes later to hopefully still see Erika where heād left her. He had two wrapped bundles under his arm which he deposited on the table. They werenāt wrapped perfectly but āthe end of the worldā wasnāt really the best time to be worried about it. One contained foods in reusable containers, some leftovers of what had been served tonight plus muesli bars, dried banana chips and other non-perishables. The other package had blankets, socks and scarves. Some were hand-knitted - Everett kept up the hobby when he could - and some were store brought. They werenāt the best quality but he hadnāt had complaints before. Heād also given Erika more than one person needed, assuming she wasnāt surviving alone despite her reluctance to answer his questions. āFor example, itās entirely possible to meet a handsome stranger with enough heart to go around.ā
He resumed his seat, this time sitting on it properly and stretched out his long legs with a groan. āAh, my feet,ā he sighed. āYou never really realise how long youāve been on them until you sit down.ā What he needed tonight was a nice, long bath. The thought crossed his mind that something he still took so lightly, like a bath, was not what Erika would be going home to. If she even had a place to call home anymore. Extending an invitation would be useless, sheād question his motives and ultimately turn him down, but Everett wanted to do as much as he could anyway. āI know I donāt have the right to judge how you decide to cope, but are you...alright? You donāt seem like yourself and frankly itās a little worrying.ā He made the split-second choice to slip Drew into the conversation. The old feelings of jealously werenāt there anymore, and he hoped Erika might be more inclined to trust in him and the help he could offer. āMy money-man would probably be worried too - the two of you were close after all. Maybe he can help you, If I canāt. If I can tell him you came by?ā He would, of course, respect her wishes whatever she decided. But though they hadnāt been close in years, Everett couldnāt resist the urge to try and help.
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Post by Everett King on Feb 17, 2019 6:12:06 GMT
[googlefont="Allura"][googlefont="PT Sans"] SET THE SKY ON FIRE burn the night away [attr="class","boldtext"] Everett continued to help himself to little morsels off her plate, waiting for Erika to make the first move. She'd come to him, not him him as she'd said, but she'd obviously heard about Tuesdays and was here for a reason. The chances of her choosing this restaurant on this night by chance were slim to none. He'd learned over the years that he didn't need to push or needle for information, sooner or later it'd all come to light and until then he was happy to munch on fries. Over the years Everett had become much more confident in his own skin; sitting back and lettings things take their course was definitely not something he would have been able to do three years ago. Especially if Erika had been the one involved. Now, sitting across the table from him, Everett found the same sorrowful worry that tightened his stomach every time one of his kind found him, but nothing more.
It wasn't a surprise when Erika dodged his questions - they'd been pointed for a reason, and know he knew exactly how under the radar she was trying to fly. Of course another option would be just that she didn't want to tell him specifically, but he hoped that wasn't a case. He let the questions drop, knowing asking again would only get the same response. "World's still turning, far as I see it," Everett replied seriously, looking down at the chicken Erika poked at. "Little shaken up maybe but we'll get back on track. Always do." After refusing to answer his questions, her bringing up his apparent new success made him hope she wasn't implying that she thought he'd sold out their kind to afford it. The thought made him sick to his stomach - both even considering it, and the fact that maybe Erika thought him capable of it. "I never was business-savvy." And he'd never wanted to be. Never wanted to be in the kind of money he had right now either, but unfortunately circumstances demanded otherwise. Most of it he donated or passed off. Drew's idea of a little help was much more substantial than his. "You know me, my heart's in the cooking. And a little bit of heart can turn the world around." He laced his fingers together and leaned in. "That is why you're here isn't it? You're looking for a little heart too?"
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Feb 15, 2019 23:25:51 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2019 23:25:51 GMT
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The lack of reaction he spotted on Erika's features was surprising but not altogether hurtful. Not at this stage, not after what he'd done, and how they'd ended up leaving things. Add on to the fact that their relationship really wasn't one of his priorities right then meant it was easy enough to brush off any disappointment at not even receiving a smile, and converting it to worry. Still he took his time, finishing the last of his rounds and farewell-ing two of the mutants out the door before turning back to his latest charge. He could treat her like any other customer, it seemed from the split-second encounter they'd had, and her silence, that Erika would prefer that.
Since she hadn't stopped to grab a plate Everett took the liberty of doing so for her, piling it high with a little bit of everything so she could pick and choose. Fries, grilled fish, bacon-wrapped chicken, spaghetti carbonara and a salad were all included. He made a whole separate plate of dessert foods, mainly chocolates and nothing too sweet, before returning to her table and placing them in front of her. 'Eat,' he instructed, a little more forcefully at this time. That was why she was here, right? 'It's kind of a condition of the place.' He smiled distractedly to himself, wondering if Erika guessed that he was the owner, or even really cared. He was trying to read her face but everything was carefully blank. He'd seen her do it before but not often, the Erika he'd known had been wonderfully emotional. A little lost yes, but trying and growing. He didn't want to pry, but he didn't see any of that in her eyes now.
Making a decision Everett grabbed the remaining chair and pivoted it, sitting down backwards to brace his elbows against the backrest. He picked a chip off Erika's plate and began eating with relish. Bragging about his own cooking wasn't something Everett did, and he figured it was mainly because he'd skipped lunch, but damn they tasted good. Next he took a crouton from the salad and made a happy little noise as he crunched it. 'I take it you're not here to see me,' he said, not taking the time to be bashful about it. 'Are you by yourself? Are you ok?'
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Feb 15, 2019 22:41:23 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2019 22:41:23 GMT
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Tuesdays at Tuesdays were generally the days Everett received his favorite visitors. Sometimes it was Drew dropping in for a meal and a briefing, or mutants in need of help that he'd sent Ever's way, or just the lucky ones that had found him through rumors. He couldn't always tell who was a mutant and who wasn't, for obvious reasons not a lot of people were comfortable saying anymore, but generally Ever didn't care who walked in his door looking for help. Every Tuesday night at Tuesdays meals were free, and everyone and their dog was welcome. Human, mutant and yes, even animals, were welcome to eat from Everett's table. Those were the nights he passed on food supplies and information without worry of appearing suspicious. The atmosphere was always more casual and it warmed Ever's soul to be able to sit and talk with his customers as they ate.
He'd excused himself from dinner (he always joined in after cooking) and dismissed his small group of staff, and was mulling around the kitchen getting care packages ready. He had three mutants that he knew of eating dinner, two of them were regulars, and all three would be sent home with a bundle. The unfortunate thing was Everett couldn't help unless he knew who was human and who was not, and it wasn't a question he could exactly go around asking anymore - it meant anyone coming to him had to take the first step. He couldn't take the risk of miscalculating. He took the time to change out of his work uniform as well before heading back into the dining area. Most of the smaller tables were empty already and as he glanced to the buffet table he saw it was running low. Most people would be clearing out soon. After doing a quick round to chat with a remaining patrons and drop off his care packages, plus a few extra so as not to appear suspicious, Everett stole a table in the corner and sat back to let the ambient noise of his restaurant wash over him with his eyes closed. He was so tired.
He wasn't expecting any more customers this late so when the telltale chime at the door sounded he suppressed a tired sigh but automatically began with, 'Welcome to Tuesdays!' The words nearly died on his lips when he saw the figure in the doorway but he managed to finish and hopefully not falter too much as he smiled. Finding Erika Bellefonte in his restaurant was setting off all kinds of ridiculous and worrying alarm bells - he hadn't heard from her since the academy, and from what Andrew had said, neither had he. It was a shocking coincidence and Everett knew it was best not to overreact to her presence, no matter how much he wanted to. Even having the other mutants recognize her seemed like too much of a risk - considering how she'd dropped off the radar she was obviously in hiding of some sort.
'Come in,' he swept an arm out invitingly. There's plenty of food left, why don't you help yourself and I'll get a table for you." Without waiting to see if she'd comply, or if she'd say anything at all, Everett turned away. There really wasn't much to say at all, was there? The man walked as evenly as he was able to a table in the far corner, quickly clearing it away and pulling out the back chair for Erika, the one that would put her back to the wall and give her a view of the front door and rest of the restaurant. Assuming she'd be able to make her way there on her own, Everett walked away without another glance. Instead he busied himself with another round of his other customers, paying attention to them, subtly asking them when they planned to take off, and altogether trying to refocus attention away from the sudden, late visitor. He'd circle back to her later.
Thunder keeps roaming, trees keep growing but I'm, not in place. Vines keep hanging, leaves keep falling but I'm still not in place. And I've been waiting for you all ,all night. Oh I've been waiting for you and i feel so sad inside. [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:PT Sans; color: #2BE9B0;[/newclass]
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Feb 15, 2019 12:58:13 GMT
Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2019 12:58:13 GMT
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Post by Everett King on Feb 13, 2019 0:08:27 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext"] Everett johnson King LOOKS LIKE chad michael-murray The Mediator . INFP-A Adaptable. Passionate. Private. Dependable. ADAPTABLE āItāll work out.ā Always one to roll with the punches, most days it seems impossible to get Ever down. He is flexible and open-minded and these talents help him accept defeat, in the sense that he never feels it. There is always another day, another way, or something else that can be done in any situation. Heās a shining example of an optimist, actually. He is also creative, a talent nurtured and rooted in his mutation, and enjoys putting his hands to things and trying new ideas. Nothing is too crazy or out there for Ever - his motto is ātry everything onceā and sometimes it doesnāt seem like thereās a limit to the things heāll do. His impulse control is rather low and heād benefit from having someone more level-headed around to reign in his spontaneous nature. While he can be both inspiring and great with these creative spurts, Ever has a low sense of self-preservation and is prone to leaping head-first into dangerous situations with little more than a passing āIāll be fine.ā Another thing to note about Everett is how incredibly easy-going he is. He is calm and confident, enough so that people donāt often bother him, no matter how problematic theyāre being. Most problems will be met with āOk, letās deal with itā and the same steady work ethic Ever brings to most things. It keeps him level-headed and dependable, but can cause others to feel he isnāt taking matters seriously even when he is.
PASSIONATE āShark diving? Hell yes!ā Ever is wonderfully, gloriously alive and constantly thankful for it. He is passionate and energetic, always willing to devote himself fully to whatever has caught his attention - be it a job, hobby or person. His exuberance has mellowed in a quiter, stronger force and he isnāt prone to loud exclamations or excitement, but the passion is certainly still there. He is hard-working and determined; trying to turn him away from something he has decided is usually a losing game. Always the artist, Ever is equipped with a fair amount of perfectionism and can sometimes dote over people and tasks for far too long. He can be quite narrow-minded in his focus and miss the bigger picture going on around him, not that, that has ever bothered him. He much prefers having a smaller group of tasks and people to focus on than worrying about world-wide issues or things he canāt hope to influence. Often when working on a project he needs some outside force to snatch his attention away, or else heāll be going for days. He isnāt the best at time management, as most of the time it seems to run away with him. Now that he doesnāt have anyone waiting up for him he has no qualms working away into the night but it isnāt the healthiest lifestyle to have.
PRIVATE āOh, Iām fine.ā For the most part Everett likes to keep himself, to himself. He isn't a recluse or a full-blown introvert, in fact he quite enjoys reaching out to others, but expecting him to open himself up is pointless. He is much more comfortable doting on others and ensuring the people around him are happy than paying attention to what is going on with him. Everett values the relationships he has with others higher than anything else and considers most friendships to be a binding contract - he would go to any lengths for them. He is generally an easy person to talk to as he loves to listen and joke around, though by nature is quiet. He rarely instigates conversations with strangers and it can take him a while before he full opens up to any one individual. However heās pretty adept at the old āfake it till you make itā and an expert and deflecting attention when he wants to. Youād think someone social would be conversation-savvy but sadly that isnāt always the case. Everett can be bumbling and bashful, and definitely awkward at times, but thankfully his genuine nature adds to his charm more often than not. He can unfortunately come off as stupid or dense some times, not that heād care. Being so private, Ever is also remarkably sensitive. He takes things to heart, particularly failures, and will strive to rectify them as much as possible. He accepts pretty much all praise bashfully and more often than not will shrug it off. Negative attention brushes off him like water and do not bother him (maybe it should a little though), but positive attention is much more difficult for him to accept. He has, on more than one occasion, been called a dork for his un-savvy conversations and tendency to fall apart under even the slightest bit of attention, when he accepts it. He's a great giver and a terrible receiver.
DEPENDABLE āLean on me, buddy. Iāve got this.ā If youāve approached Everett for help, rest assured you will be given it. Though not exactly mature, Ever is responsible and dependable - any goal he has set himself with be completed to the utmost. No matter what youāre after, Ever will maintain that heās your guy. A shoulder to cry, a first in a fight? No hassles, heāll be there. Personal opinions and beliefs are put aside when heās in service to someone else. He can be naive around friends and will absolutely allow himself to be taken advantage of; but heās always there, and heās always ready. In any kind of situation Ever is steady as a rock. He is unflappable and his calm, (not always) cool, confidence can be an inspiration to others. He is incredibly giving, bordering on altruistic, and would benefit from learning to prioritise himself every now and again.
IMPORTANT POINTS - Born to a relatively poor mutant family, Ever grew up usually hungry and always wearing old clothes. When he was six his parents gave him a younger brother and Ever began working on the streets to bring in more money. His mother passed away when he was twelve and his father took off sometime later, leaving Ever to raise Gabriel alone. He worked as a street artist until he was fifteen and his mutation manifested, then he had to run. Bellefonte found him a short-time later.
- Did pretty poorly during his studies as he feared his power and his inability to control it. Only truly enjoyed helping out in the kitchen after classes. On his first day he dropped a pot of boiling water on his forearm (now scarred) and became determined to master the art.
- Became Bellefonteās head chef after graduation. Had a whirlwind romance with a student during this time and became swept away with it, allowing his desire to protect her to justify his possessiveness and fear of his own powers. Eventually disappeared without a word to travel the world and work in different restaurants for over a year.
- Returned to the area and took a job at Helios as the head chef. Only worked briefly before throwing in the towel due to familiar faces and old memories, and returned to the streets heād grown up on.
- Began working in whichever restaurants he could get in to, building a reputation and saving money. Worked hard to forget his old reputations and grow himself as a stronger individual. Began taking up drawing as a hobby again, though it took time and therapy.
- Opened Tuesdays shortly after the fall of Bellefonte. Got into contact with Drew Connor once again as he established Tuesdays as a safe place for mutants to get a free meal and any supplies or shelter they needed, asking the business man to send any lost souls his way.
TRIVIA - He is a talented aquatic athlete and loves to swim and surf whenever possible.
- Has a Leonberger named Zelda.
- He used to change his tattoos every day to practice his powers and for fun, but has mostly stopped since mutants have become hunted. Currently has a paw-print from Zelda on his left shoulder, a feather on his right bicep and a recipe for devil's food cake on his right foreman he'd been afraid to forget, and now can't really remove without raising suspicion.
- The name Tuesdays is derived from Tyr, the God of War and Justice - a name Ever finds fitting considering what his restaurant is a front for.
š TWENTY-NINE š§ MALE š DEMISEXUAL š¼ RESTAURANT OWNER š§¬ INK MANIPULATION š INK MANIPULATIONEverett has the ability to manipulate ink and in some cases, animate his drawings. With concentration he can pull his drawings out of paper and animate them using his own energy. He cannot, however, animate anything more than drawings. This means that words, stories or alternate worlds within his work cannot be affected by Everett's power. The drawing also has to be complete if Ever wants to lift it and have it be sentient - that is, he needs to be able to recognize it as a living thing, as it is his imagination and ability that gives the image sentience. For example, he could not animate a blob of ink without shape, but he could animate the image of a rat or horse. Whatever he draws will take on the characteristics and personality of its real-life counterpart, as its personality is drawn from Everett's memory and expectations. Thus, a drawn rat will act as he would expect a real rat to act, a horse would act as a horse, but a blob of ink would do nothing but be a blob of ink. Once an image has left the paper Everett loses all control of it, an aspect that frightened him (and still slightly does) in his youth. Though he cannot control it anymore, the creation is still linked to him and is sustained off his own energy. The easiest way a creation can be destroyed once being lifted is by tearing the page it was drawn on, or by drawing through the image. If that is not an available option however, they are just ink and can be destroyed with a splash of water, smashing them, or pretty much anything else. Ever can also manipulate ink from a pen, paper or anywhere else. With a strong mentality he can shape it and solidify it into shapes. While this power is largely useless, he can make a rather dandy spike or blade with it - if only temporarily. He could potentially create more delicate works such as keys with intense concentration, but it wold be useless unless he had a model to go off. Additionally, an ink rendition of machinery would never work, so forming guns, clocks or anything else would be pointless. The ink that he can manipulate is not limited by its type. Any kind of liquid ink, such as pen ink, tattoo ink or Japanese calligraphy ink can be manipulated. LIMITATIONS- Once images have been 'lifted' off paper Everett has no control over them beyond the decision to destroy them. While they are not consciously sentient beings they were 'programmed' with Everett's expectations for them as he drew. As such, a rat would act as Ever expects a rat to act, and a shark would act as Ever would expect a shark to act. Beyond his own beliefs, the drawings possess no free will or brain stimulation.
- His power is limited to drawings. Words, ideas, worlds or stories cannot be animated. If Ever wishes to animate an image he must first have a clear conception in his mind about what he is animating, and what it is supposed to be. For example he could not animate a blob of ink, a half-drawn duck or anything else that isn't conceptual.
- The more detailed the item, the more difficult it is to animate. When lifting an image Everett animates it with his own energy, so the larger the creature, the more energy it requires. Images with greater detail also require more energy and concentration than simple sketches but are generally sturdier.
- Though he has no control over them after they've been lifted, his creations will continue to live off his life-force. Larger creations take more energy than smaller ones, so while Ever could animate ten small rats at a time he could likely only sustain one horse as an equivalent. The ink creations can travel a radius of approximately 100 meters away from Everett before they weaken and lose their shape.
- Hardening ink requires intense concentration to both complete, and maintain. As ink does not naturally form a solid state Everett cannot maintain it for very long.
- Can only animate things that he has drawn. He could not bring a poster of Shakira to life, but if he were to draw his own version of Shakira, it would technically be possible.
SIDE-EFFECTS- The larger the image Ever is bringing to life is, the more energy is drains from him.
- Keeping the image sustained also requires energy, though this transaction isn't felt until after the drawing has been destroyed. Once destroyed the energy tax will be taken from Ever, leaving him nauseous at best, comatose at worst depending on the size and time-frame of his drawings.
- Headaches or migraines when hardening/softening ink depending on duration and concentration needed.
- Since half his energy is taken during animation, and the other half during destruction, if Everett overestimates his energy levels or underestimates the creature he is animating, it could easily kill him.
- Near constant restlessness. When he isn't animating anything it feels like he has too much energy.
- Suffers from nightmares and has been known to accidentally animate drawings in his sleep.
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