Oscar Pine
Teachable Skills
Monster Hunter: Oscar pine has adapted to a style of combat exclusive to a class of fighter referred to as a 'Hunter'. This skill drastically increases the effectiveness of its owner when facing down inhuman opponents who may lack classical biology, due to its primary usage in hunting and destroying Grimm - beings of pure malice that could most accurately be called 'Hate Elementals'.
Teachable Powers:
Aura: The quintessential power of Oscar Pine's home reality, Aura is the physical manifestation of the soul. Any sufficiently 'alive' creature can have it's Aura unlocked by someone in possession of this ability. An unlocked Aura increases it's owners Strength and Reflexes to Superhuman levels, enhanced regeneration, and will absorb damage to it's owner up to a certain threshold. NOTE: Aura does not actually increase durability, or reduce the pain of an attack. Being shot in the chest with Aura active hurts exactly as much as being shot in the chest without it - this is arguably because you are using your Soul to absorb damage. Once Aura has absorbed damage up to a certain threshold, it breaks - leaving its wielder without any of its benefits.
Lesser Magic Usage: Oscar is loosely capable of using a form of directed magic that most often takes the form of physical energy projections. Physical Barriers featuring most prominently among them. This power is limited by Oscar's available power - it was once capable of far more, but has had aspects of itself given away to others over time. (Think of this as a drastically lesser Green Lantern power)
Transferable Sub-Emulations:
Ozma: A warrior from an Ancient Civilization that was wiped out, Ozma was tasked by his gods to guide humanity to a better future, lest they be judged unworthy and destroyed - again. Each time he is slain, his soul binds itself to a likeminded individual, and together, they continue his work of fighting for the good of Humanity. Ozma has been many people - A Fighter, A Farmer, A Teacher, A King, A God - and as such has millennia of experience to draw on in any given situation. Currently, he presents as a voice in the mind of Oscar that provides advice and encouragement and can be given very temporary control of the body in an emergency to help him fight.
Ozma can be transferred to Taylor.
Base Status
The Heap - Current Upgrades:
Tinkertech Walls
Friend or Foe Barrier
Current Energy: 19
Current Training: None
Saturday, January 29th, 2011
Hebert Household, Brockton Bay
You are awoken up by screaming. Not... loud screaming, like the sounds of people in danger, or happy screaming, like Nora uses when she's... talking you guess, just a low, contained scream.
Accompanied by a sword slamming into the pillow next to your head with so much force you are temporarily blinded by the stuffing flying out of it. With a stricken yelp you roll away, pushing away from the bed and feeling your back slam into the wall it is laying against. Not entirely sure what's going on, and not entirely sure what to do about it, you flick your cane upward just in time to deflect a sword blow to your shoulder, scrambling to your feet atop the bed.
'Master, we're under attack!' You yelp mentally in panic.
'I know!' She shoots back to you tersely.
This is, of course, when you manage to get a good look at your situation and your brain clicks into gear, allowing you to realize the mistake being made.
Because crouching at the other side of the bed is your Master, with her blade raised in both hands, her hair dishevelled from her nights sleep and her nightgown skewed slightly to-
...why do you feel... stupider than normal? Or rather, there are instincts and reactions kicking in that you distinctly don't recall being a factor in previous Emulations. Did you build your current form wrong? Should you be worried?
"Wa-wait!" You yelp, dropping your weapon - a long cane with a litany of mechanical parts throughout its frame called 'Long Memory' - and raise both hands above your head. Taylor narrows her eyes at you.
"Master, it's me - E- Emmy?" You say awkwardly.
'Really, it's just me.' You repeat over your link for emphasis. Was your Master always this scary? You don't recall ever being particularly concerned in this way before.
"You're a boy again. And... not Asian." Your Master says flatly a mild tone of surprise underpinning her voice as her eyes dart to her bed where the two of you were just laying more or less directly next to each other.
You are still chasing down everything you recall about this Emulation - one Oscar Pine - when the answer to your seeming problems pops up as an innocuous piece of information you hadn't thought much of at the time. You're fourteen.
"I'm... I'm a teenage boy." You confirm forlornly as you quickly take note of all the associated foibles of that time in a human's life, lowering your head to stare at your hands.
[And I am very confused.] A wizened voice offers dryly, causing your eye to twitch.
There are some things that you don't have nearly as much control over as you might like. In a general sense, the series of transformations and calculations required to Emulate the people you do is performed mostly by your Shard body - which is, for all intents and purposes, a dumb computer. While configured for human use, you have minimal control over that process, and as such, are bound to occasionally run into problems like you are now experiencing.
Problems like the disembodied voice in your head not realizing that it is, in fact, a computer program that only thinks it's an ancient and powerful wizard. One that has no idea that it's circumstances have drastically changed.
"Oh come on." You whine. Your Master spends another couple of seconds examining you before she sighs and allows her sword to vanish, ignoring her state of dress. It's nice that she doesn't really consider you worth being worried about on that front - because very technically, you're not - but the fact that you're current Emulation currently wants to self terminate in embarrassment isn't helping you much right now.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asks, hopping onto the bed to examine you, her hands already aglow with healing energy.
Unfortunately, she is still a teenage girl crawling across a bed at you.
"I- You- This-" You blunder before opting for the better part of valor and simply turning intangible, allowing yourself to fall into the living room through the floor.
[Oscar? What happened? Where are we? You need to get back to the others.] The voice in your head - Ozma - says, jarring you from your mild panic.
"There are no others. We aren't even on-" You pause to try to recall the name of the reality this emulation is from, "- Remnant anymore. I'm not even Oscar. I- I'm a duplicate of him. A living semblance." You try to explain, using terms your unwanted sub-emulation can understand.
[I see.] It responds without inflection.
"Yeah so, just- stay quiet so I can-" You say but are cut off as your Master tramps down the stairs to you, blessedly actually dressed again, and wearing a white sun hat despite it's dubious use in an indoor area.
"Who are you talking to?" She asks you suspiciously. You consider lying. You really do. But you just don't have it in you. Not to your Master.
"The... voice in my head?" You say, half in question.
Your Master is not impressed.
"So you're the Butcher." Your Master says tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tries to parse your explanation of your passenger.
[What exactly is this Butcher? And how, exactly, has this girl's semblance made a copy of us?] Ozma - the name of the voice - asks you, gently nudging you to verbally the ask his questions.
"Who's... the Butcher?" You ask tiredly, a mug of coffee your Master produced for you upon request in warming your hands.
"A villain that used to live in the city. Anyone that kills the Butcher becomes the Butcher. Basically an immortal serial killer. You're sure it's not trying to make you do anything?" Taylor asks you worriedly, obviously more concerned for your well being than for the implications involved in her comparison to the villain.
"No it- he's just asking questions. He doesn't understand what's going on." You explain.
"Can I... talk to it?" Your Master asks you slowly.
"I... guess?" You say, feeling a twitch of unwillingness flicker across your Emulated mind as you consider the prospect. For some reason, you... really don't want to give up control of your body. It just feels... wrong somehow.
Suddenly you understand why humans hate mind control so much. It's sickening to imagine what someone malicious could do with powers like that. Powers that your kind readily provide to the worst of the species...
You quickly clamp down on that thought, choosing not to deliberate on it any more at this moment, in favour of tapping the mental release that allows Ozma to control your body. The change is immediate, as your posture adjusts itself, and your body turns slightly so that you are at an angle to your Master, one hand lifting to take a sip of coffee.
"Good morning Miss..." Ozma says politely, all the while watching your Master with a discerning gaze that you don't particularly like.
"Taylor. Taylor Hebert." Your Master answers swiftly, her posture tightening into one of discomfort.
"Well then Taylor, my name is Ozpin. What can you tell me about my current... circumstances." Ozma asks.
"I'm a Parahuman. My power creates my friend - Emmy - and he... I think he said that he emulates people from other realities." She explains.
[A Parahuman is basically a Huntsman. They've got 'Semblances' but no Aura.] You add when it becomes clear Ozma has no idea what a Parahuman is.
"I... see. So, there is still a version of myself and Oscar in our home... reality?" Ozma posits, obviously unused to the concept of multiple realities, or a multiverse of any kind.
Amateur.
"...I don't actually know. Probably?" Taylor says with some mild embarrassment.
"Hmm. And the Grimm? I assume Parahumans fight those?" He asks curiously.
[The Grimm don't exist here. Mostly Parahumans just fight each other. Some are Heroes, some are Villains. We're Heroes.] You provide when your Master just quirks an eyebrow at his question.
"I don't know what-" She begins to ask when Ozma cuts her off.
"Yes, your friend has explained it to me. I'll need to think on this. Thank you for your time." He says abruptly, before relinquishing control of your body and retreating to the corner of your mind he exists in. This, of course, leaves you to fumble with the mug of coffee, nearly dropping it with a yelp before managing to catch it at the last second.
"He's... gone now, I think. Sorry - I, I'm not sure how helpful this one is going to be." You apologize to your Master sheepishly as you gently replace the mug on the table. She examines you for a second, using that same worried and searching look that told you she was trying to discern your well being, and then relaxes slightly, turning a small smile on you.
"It's fine. As long as you're okay I don't care." She says, her smile slowly widening. "Plus, it's kind of cute." She adds devilishly causing you to nearly trip out of your chair as you move to stand.
"T- Master! Please!" You exclaim hoarsely.
"Just saying." She says, sticking her tongue out at you.
You are, of course, perfectly aware that she's only comfortable teasing you like this because you're you, and not, in fact, an actual teenage boy - whom you're certain she would turn into a nervous wreck around.
But still.
"Soooo... what's this one do?" she asks, leaning back in her chair. You blink once, then grin at her.
This, you think, is familiar footing.
Your Ability to create Shikigami has refreshed!
A/N: This one took me a bit. Answering questions and just generally being half awake and whatnot. I should stress. I don't ship Taylor with - well with anyone really. I leave that to you guys. And I especially don't ship her with Emmy - with you. Because that's fucking weird. However, this theme is going to come up alot during this Emulation - because Oscar is a teenage boy.
Your ability to make a new Shikigami actually came back on friday but I didn't make a note of it, so that's my bad. Regardless, here we are. You, my dear thread, are a cinnamon bun. You've been Taylor's murderous best friend, you've been her Sensei, you've been her older sister.
Get ready for the little brother experience.
Oh and since the Sun Hat won, this is effectively Taylor's costume now. (Seriously, if you have any respect for anything - go to the media post and like Phearo's art - here I'll wait.)
In other news, one of our illustrious Questers started a Quest over on QQ based on this one. We talked about it for a bit, it's based on Zero No Tsukaima. Check it out if you frequent the site.