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Master/Trump(?) Oc

Olivia Olivander

Trauma. That was all I knew about how to trigger.

I grasped that desire, that feeling, wanting more than anything to have the strength to move. The want. To change the world around me in a way of my perception. I got lost in my head, lost in the desire and daydreams of being a hero, standing next to friends and people who'd like me for who I was, trying to retreat to a safer place, anywhere other than where I was now.

And then all I knew was darkness.

...

I woke up to the sound of footsteps.

A soft gasp left my throat, and I couldn't move. My breath quickened-before I forced myself to calm down, and analyze the situation.

I was still trapped in the storage closet I was locked in, trapped under a heavy shelf. I remember trying to move it, but couldn't, and the realization that no one checked this closet, and that it was so far out calling for help wouldn't work. And that I'd probably die here-

Focus!

I had no idea what time it was, but now I was starving. So it had probably been a few hours.

I felt weak, but in a half assed effort I attempted to lift the shelf off of me again. At the feel of progress I became alert, and redoubled my efforts. I grit my teeth, making slow slow movements, before I slid my lower half out of the range of the shelf and heard it collapse against the floor with a thud.

I was free.

The footsteps, which I forgot about, came back. This time closer and rapidly approaching. My breath quickened, fear at what might be running around.

The door to the storage unit opened and the barrel of a gun was pointed at my face.

...

"Don't move!" The man held his gun up more threateningly, and I backed up.

The situation was escalating, tension was rising. I was taking shallow breaths, fearfully trying to scramble away from him.

I could feel his fear, and how he'd pull the trigger if I did anything. The thought of him pulling the trigger at all sent me in a frenzy.

I felt him aim-

"Wait! Don't shoot!"

He froze, not moving.

A second later and I realized what I had done.

And I was horrified.

I had just Mastered a person. He was-he was just-I didn't know-

"Reiner area clear?" I jerked back, snapping out of it to focus on the radio on his shoulder. "Any hostiles?"

"You didn't see anyone." The words slipped out before I could stop myself. Another wave of nauseating fear held me, and I put my hands over my mouth. Stop. I told myself. Stop, this isn't right.

"I didn't see anyone."

"That's not-whatever Reiner."

I slipped out of the storage closet, not making a sound. My emotions a chaotic whirl.

I Mastered somebody. I was a cape. A Master. I Mastered other people, I had Mastered somebody. I felt strange. Like my insides were being twisted, coiled and tensed. What was going on?

Stepping out into the open without thinking, or rather lost in my thoughts, I was surprised at the bright lights flashing on, rows of soldiers leveling guns at me.

There wasn't any fear in their actions, just the feeling of protocol.

I was able to make out the shield with wings logo on their trucks. These were the PRT.

"Hands up!" I did what I was told, keeping my mouth firmly shut to avoid any accidents.

The person who was talking seemed annoyed and upset. He checked his radio. "We have a girl here at the front of the school, Reiner did you not see her?"

"I didn't see anyone."

"Reiner that's not-" Realization colored his thoughts. "Master!"

The people surrounding me and holding me still with their guns felt a wave of fear, aiming down their sights, looking ready to mow me down if given the order.

I started panicking again, holding back a sob. "I didn't mean to, I swear!"

That tense coil in my insides tightened, and all of a sudden I noticed a nearby lamppost distort and flip upside down, half a bench disappearing to my right, one of the cars in the parking lot seemingly had the effect take hold, and sections of the car started to glitch.

The people leveling guns at me had their emotions run more wild, mainly fear and a bit of impulse.

The commander guy noticed to, and I could make out a scowl directed at them, through the shine of the light. "Hold!" He snapped. I could see him pull up a data pad and I was silent for a few seconds as he looked it over. "Roxanne Olivander?"

I nodded fearfully.

"Come with me."

Out of danger, for the most part, I was loaded into a van. Tall and serious soldiers sitting in solemn silence. I was on edge, but allowed myself to relax, if just a bit. The coil in my chest loosening.

"What…" They tensed at hearing my voice. I cringed, not blaming them. "What happened to that one guy?" I asked quietly, "Is… is he okay?"

No one answered for a few seconds.

"He's alright. Just a bit confused." The soldier to the left of me spoke.

I nodded mutely.

I'm glad I didn't-permanently damage his brain. A thought occurred to me, and a jolt was sent up my spine. "What's going to happen to me?"

There was some brief hesitation, which I took for them deciding whether or not to actually tell me. I started shutting down at the thought and the soldiers noticed it with a bit of panic.

"You're going to be given a room. No one else will come into auditory range, unless it's to give you a meal. We'll be under standard Master Stranger protocols. Just try to stay calm."

Calm? Why would they want me to stay calm?

Then I remembered what happened back at the front of my school, where the area around me visibly altered the worse my mental state had been.

"Okay." I breathed. "Keeping calm."

I didn't get a response.

...

Hannah(Miss Militia)

I looked at the file handed to me, and at the live video feed of the girl.

She had olive skin, and dark brown hair, with big expressive blue eyes.

"Armsmaster is everything ready?"

"Yes." Came his curt reply. "If she Masters you we'll see it right away."

I sighed. "Alright then."

I went over what was known in my head. Clear Master, with limited but powerful Shaker abilities that strengthened under stress. As I walked down the hall, I heard her gasp over the tablet, seeing her turn her head in my direction.

My mind raced as she did this. A Thinker ability? Something related to her Master effect? "Armsmaster?"

"She's showing signs of increased anxiety and stress, but you're not being altered in any way."

Good. I'd leave the analyzing for later, right now I had a young girl to sooth.

I stepped up to her room, giving a knock.

I heard a quiet voice on the other side. "Come in."

The camera didn't capture how worn down and exhausted she was. She was uncertain and had an uncertain future. It was understandable and I sympathized with her.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She said quietly, taking the meal from my hands. It was hot and good, and hopefully it'd warm her up.

"I know it's not the best question… but how are you feeling?"

"I… I triggered. With Master powers." I could tell she was fighting back tears.

"You did." I stated.

"I Mastered somebody. Reiner, I think. He-he was pointing a gun at me, and I was just so scared-" She choked out a sob, pushing her knees to her chest, and started crying.

I felt cold, for how she was treated. I knew what it was like getting powers in a bad situation, more importantly even if I wanted to forget, I'd remember everything.

"When I first triggered I killed someone." I confineded.

The girl looked up, Olivia, mouth open wide in disbelief.

I pressed on. "They killed my family, I was in a bad situation. I didn't have time to think then, about what I could have done differently. I didn't have time to think at all. We all start from somewhere Roxanne, your actions don't define you."

She was thinking over my words.

"The PRT needs a good grasp on your powers, to see how we can help you. Can you do that?"

"Y-yes. What do you need?"

"That shaker effect."

"Shaker effect?"

"The way things seem to warp around you, the more stress you're in."

The right word would have been distress, but I didn't want to sour her mood worse.

"It's like a coil, in my chest." She mumbled. "Once I eased up it seemed to unwind."

I nodded. "It's originally why the PRT was called. Your spatial warping was affecting the whole school, so they let out early and called us."

I downplayed it. She didn't warp a few random objects.

Everything in a 5 block radius was phasing in and out of existence, and the PRT were called under the assumption of a serious Parahuman attack.

She shook her head in panic. "I didn't-I'm sorry. I-I passed out and when I woke up it was dark. I swear I wasn't doing it on purpose!"

"Calm down." I soothed. Inside though my mind was racing. A Shaker effect so powerful she could shift 5 blocks in her sleep with her powers? It appeared situational, although very powerful. It was definitely worth noting, and worth testing. "Nobody was harmed."

I waited till she wasn't risking a breakdown, and went to the next topic. "I noticed you saw me coming before I had arrived."

She nodded, after a moment of hesitation. "I can feel things? Um, fear, apathy. Um, you're warm, towards my situation."

Empath. Probably tied to her Master ability. But something was missing. "That doesn't explain why you picked me out. Is it that fine tuned?"

She shook her head. "I think it was because you had powers."

She hugged her knees closer to her chest. "I can feel this itch. It's telling me to push out my control to you."

That didn't sound good. Not even the implications. Roxanne looked like she didn't want to say more. Right. Empath. Could sense my worry and anxiety. "It's fine, go on. It has something to do with my powers?"

"Yeah." She mumbled. "Not like, controlling you. More like manipulate somehow."

There it was. The final piece of the puzzle. Olivia was a Trump. A Trump who could single out capes in and out of costume and warp reality.

...

Director Piggot

My face was stone.

A Master/Trump. One with limited Shaker abilities.

"This situation has to be handled carefully." I said calmly.

"Did she say yes to the Wards?"

Miss Militia spoke up. "While she was really grateful for everything, Olivia didn't want to agree to anything without her parents there."

Smart then. Not something usually found in the younger ones.

"What of the spatial warp of a 5 block radius?"

"Somewhere on the ride over it all turned back to normal." Armsmaster said, pouring over something on his tablet.

"This is a delicate situation but something we can handle." I talked slowly, thinking through things. "The girl doesn't plan to go villain with her powers, and from what Miss Militia said seemed horrified at the thought of controlling another person."

I respected the girl for that. Not everyone had that sense or moral compass. But a Master who didn't want to Master might have made her useless if it wasn't for the fact that being a Master was a precursor to her real power: the manipulation of the powers of parahumans.

That'd need to be thoroughly tested, but with the way things were looking the PRT struck gold.

Trumps were rare, and powerful. Scratch that, they were more than rare-they were sparse, scarce. Only making up a 3%-5% of the total parahuman population. We needed to have her. She'd be vital on the field.

Trumps were parahuman killers after all.

Miss Militia decided to take hold of the conversation. "I believe she was excited and happy at the prospect of being a hero. She just wanted her parents here, which I can understand."

"How were they taking it?"

"Well. I believe they were in shock. Roxanne has apparently been heavily bullied in her school, and she hasn't been telling them. It led to her trigger event."

I grunted. It was normally what bully victims did. "Send for a transfer to Arcadia, as a show of good will. Hopefully if everything goes smoothly we'll have a new Ward."

For once, things were looking up.

...

Roxanne Olivander

It was a week later that I signed up to join the Wards, with the help and support of my parents.

I was scared, I was nervous. A trash can to the left of me got rearranged like broken pixels. I uncoiled my power and it was back to being a regular trash can.

Everything was ready, all except my hero costume. All the paperwork, power testing, multiple Master/Stranger protocols. Everything was set! So why did I feel so freaking nervous?!

I guess it was because I'd be meeting the Wards. Freaking superheroes. They saved lives and stopped robberies. I had Mastered someone and I tampered with parahuman powers. What if they think I'm evil, with my villain-like abilities?

I shook my head. No use worrying about that.

The entrance to the Ward common room was in front of me, and I was hesitating outside the door.

Soon I'd learn who they were, they'd be my teammates, and they'd learn about my powers.

I winced, remembering that particular train of thought.

...

Flashback

"Um, are you sure?" I hesitated.

I was afraid I'd hurt her if I tampered with her powers.

Miss Militia nodded, looking certain. "You won't hurt me Roxanne, I trust you."

I winced at that, feeling even more pressure from this.

Power testing went great. They learned I could feel out emotions miles away, and emotions from parahumans even farther. I had enhanced strength, not to the level of a parahuman, but definitely beyond average.

I certainly couldn't bench press 368 pounds before I became parahuman. In addition to that I had a minor speed boost, where I was a lot quicker than I once was.

"Alright, here I go."

My power had been itching to get it's hands on Miss Militia's power ever since she came into my range. That and every other parahuman. Why I didn't know. But I hadn't been excited to find out.

I felt my power take hold of Miss Militia's, and a sense of deep satisfaction arose from the feeling. Like dipping myself in a hot bath after a hard day.

It was like a star in her chest, being fed through her head. And I was grasping that star.

I heard Armsmaster's voice over the speakers of the training room."You're heart rate picked up Miss Militia."

"It's… strange." She groused. "I feel like someone is holding my heart."

I blushed at that, flushed and embarrassed at the comparison. "It feels like I'm holding a star in my hands." I couldn't keep the wonder and awe out of my voice.

Armsmaster spoke up again. "Can you do anything with it?"

"...huh?" I felt distracted by Miss Militia's star.

"Focus." She chided me.

I snapped out of it. "Right, sorry." I focused on what I felt. My power coaxed me to feed the flame of the star.

I did so.

Miss Militia gasped, holding her chest. "It felt like I just took some energy drink. For some reason I can taste lime."

"I um, made the star bigger." I stuttered. "Try using your power?"

She did so, jerking back. "I…" Her brows furrowed, staring at the gun in her hands.

Then something happened.

The gun she was holding burst into green light, and an extended barrel manifested on the pistol. Then another flash of light, this time longer, and she was holding what looked like a amalgamation of three pistols fused together.

She then fixed her eyes on me. "Could you try to direct your power?"

Directing? But what…

I took hold of her star again, this time telling it that it could control the elements.

Miss Militia visibly shifted, then stared at me with wide eyes. She desummoned her weird pistol and brought out a normal looking one.

Except when she pulled the trigger and the bullet impacted the wall, a sheet of ice jutting out of the wall formed. Then she brought out her amalgamation of a pistol, and started firing fire rounds.

End Of Flashback

...

We tried multiple different things after that, where Armsmaster(who I hadn't even talked to in person until then) nearly begged me to make changes to his power. I was so overwhelmed by what he was asking that Miss Militia took pity on me and told Armsmaster to wait until my powers were officially sanctioned.

I think he felt a bit salty, considering she got a major upgrade, while he didn't.

The ability to permanently strengthen a parhuman's power. Permanently.

I was also able to weaken the strength of a power, but I hated the fact that Miss Militia's star got dimmer too, hated it with a passion. Some kind of primal thing.

Weakend it took a lot out of her to summon a weapon, and when she did it didn't come with elemental bullets or had the combining ability she showed when her power was strengthened.

They urged me to push more power into Miss Militia, but I felt like if I did then her body wouldn't be able to take it. Like the star would burn her inside out.

It was a horrible thought and I refused to keep ramping up her power.

In the end Miss Militia was able to summon common items as well, per her request. I also tried for STRENGTH and DURABILITY. It worked, to some degree. She now had a low brute rating.

"Roxanne, you can come in."

I blushed at being caught procrastinating by the door, and hurried into the common room.

I didn't know what to expect exactly, but wow. Five Wards were in the common room.

He wasn't wearing a mask, but the guy in red and bronze armor was Kid Win. She wasn't wearing her costume, but the smaller girl with short blonde hair was Vista, one of the strongest Shakers on the East Coast. I couldn't tell which were the other Wards, but three very attractive boys were casually lounging on the couch.

I couldn't get words out.

Miss Militia was standing off to the side, and nodded to me. "Wards, this is your new teammate, Roxanne."

I waved shyly.

The attractive ginger haired boy looked around. "Where's Shadow Stalker? Also sorry, hi. I'm Clockblocker." He grinned. "You can call me Dennis."

I blushed heavily. "H-hi. Um, hello."

The more beefy dark haired guy went up and gave me a smile. "Gallant. In the common room you can call me Dean."

I struggled to form coherent thought with his muscled body taking up 80% of my vision.

Just then I sensed his discomfort, and backed off. Cool yourself Roxanne. I chastised myself.

He seemed to pick up on it, and I picked up on him picking up on it.

My eyes widened as his did.

"You're-" I started. He jerked, before nodding.

"And you-?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

I grinned happily at him, this empath. It made me giddy at sharing a super hero's power. It made me relieved that my powers weren't entirely evil.

Dennis looked back and forth between us, a little confused. "What's going on?"

"Oh!" I stuttered. "It's uh, an empath thing."

Dean nodded stoically. I tried not to stare, knowing it'd make him uncomfortable. I could tell he appreciated the thought and I sent him warm appreciation back.

Kid Win looked up from whatever he was doing, moving to greet me. "Hi! I'm Chris, um sorry I've been working on-not important. Armsmaster has been talking a lot about you… apparently you can permanently upgrade a parahuman's power."

I winced. Armsmaster was still bugging me about all the different things he wanted me to do for him, and I had been trying to avoid the man. I admired his relentlessness and determination but the dude didn't have a list that ended when it came to tweaking and specializing his power.

Vista pinched Chris, who gave a startled yelp. "You don't start an introduction talking about a person's powers Chris." She huffed, before turning to me with a smile. "I'm Missy, but you may know me as Vista."

I grinned brightly at her, waving back. "Roxanne. You've been in this way longer than me, so I'd appreciate it if you could show me the ropes please."

Something about what I said made her eyes gleam. "Of course. As the senior member I'll be showing you how it's done." Missy looked contemplative. "It's really nice to have another Shaker on the team, and even nicer that you're a girl. Shadow Stalker doesn't really count, you'll see why when you meet her."

I rubbed the back of my head, nervous about the way she said that. Was I not going to like Shadow Stalker? "O-oh, okay."

Dennis, Clockblocker, piped up from the couch. "So I heard you gave Miss Militia a minor Brute rating?"

A minor Brute rating, and at least three numbers to her Shaker ability.

Miss Militia nodded, crossing her arms. "I'm grateful. But I a Mover ability-"

"It wouldn't have been very useful." I blabbed out, not sure what I was saying-"it wouldn't have benefited you at all, and the changes I could have made wouldn't have you dodging bullets. Having the strength to carry your newfound weapons and the durability to handle the kickback, while retaining some form of damage resistance was more beneficial."

It was silent for a second, before Clockblocker broke it. "So you're transferring to Arcadia?"

I felt relieved at him breaking the tension. "Yeah, I was… kind of bullied at my last school. But hopefully I won't have to deal with that anymore."

"Arcadia is much better than your old school." Missy reassured. "And if anything goes wrong I'm a grade higher, so I'll be a freshman to your sophomore."

I gave her a happy smile. "I look forward to it!"

My first oc, hope I did an ok job... but yeah! Hope you guys liked the chapter, stay safe out there, and continue being awesome.