Editing Withdrawal (section)

==Abilities and Powers==
Withdrawal is a [[tinker]], who specializes in creation of physics-breaking nanofluids.

His powerset originates from the mobile habitats and nanofluid of an alien [[Molluscoid]] species that were used to explore a low-gravity moon and facilitate adaptation with the species living on said moon. Stasis-inducing nano-goop was initially used for maintenance purposes and later modified and deployed in attempt to protect the core of planet and break that [[cycle]].<ref>[[Heavens 12.all]]</ref>

===Equipment===
Besides his pseudo-armor, Withdrawal carried a large syringe connected to a heavy vat of odd pink liquid.<ref name=8.8e1/> He can seemingly change the brightness of his nanofluids on a whim.<ref>Across the street, in the copse of old trees that were bounded in on four sides by the suburb-like neighborhood, a slice of nature that had been preserved as everything else was cleared away and a pre-fab neighborhood was dropped down, bubblegum pink lenses appeared out of the darkness.  I saw the syringe appear in a similar way, the fluid going from dark to pink, bubbling visibly, until it was as neon pink as anything else.  He moved it like a baton, waving us over.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Withdrawal had gone completely dark.  I saw him set his syringe down and lean against a tree.  With his elongated limbs, the stilt-like legs, he looked very tall as he peered down at us, his head difficult to see in the branches of a mature tree. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/09/01/gleaming-9-4/ Excerpt] from [[Gleaming 9.4]]</ref>
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* Agility Frame - hydraulically powered exoskeleton which served to extend his limbs; though the oiled frame<ref name=9.4e1>Two pink circles gave away Withdrawal’s location.  The lenses of his mask glowed neon in the gloom, as did some of the oils of his costume.  I raised a hand, and he raised his.<br/><br/>He was quick and silent as he approached, moving on three limbs while holding his giant syringe with the fourth.  The syringe attachment looked more like a nozzle, today. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/09/01/gleaming-9-4/ Excerpt] from [[Gleaming 9.4]]</ref> appears unstable, very fragile and precarious, it is able to provide great mobility.<ref>And the frame- it was last to start moving my way, but first to arrive, by only a second or two.  It lurched, lunging a few steps, putting one leg out forward, letting the leg telescope somewhat with springs clearly at work as suspension absorbed the frame’s full weight, wobbling like it might give way.  The entire body swayed and shifted to compensate as pink liquid sloshed in the oversized syringe while it proceeded to lurch into motion again. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/07/28/beacon-8-8/ Excerpt] from [[Beacon 8.8]]</ref>. It is also very light<!--around 166 pounds/75 kilos counting bodyweight-->, but quite challenging to control and regulate.<ref>He set his foot down, and the boot-prong stabbed through snow, found ice, and got some traction there.  The frame ran up his spine, down his limbs, and extended out past his hands and feet, each extension something between a disabled runner’s prosthetic foot and a pogo stick.  He sank down as the full weight of his body and combined gear came down, metal straining, mechanism sinking into mechanism.<br/><br/>The fluid cell at his chest powered the suit’s movements so he could bring his limbs around in time, with a thrust that made him feel like he had little rockets attached to elbow, knee, ankle, and wrist, pushing his hands in the same directions he moved them, pushing the metal that he’d shaved down in weight by the gram.  That same fluid cell pulled him into the ground, driving titanium compression springs he’d lubricated with his ‘red juice’ folded into themselves in a way that defied conventional physics, storing up potential energy.  Every step was a tiny lurching feeling as everything gave more than his gut felt like it should, even as his tinker brain told him it was fine.  The finer adjustments were made by way of Nitinol-strand muscles; a shift in posture, position, and weight using memory metal as fine as spiderwebs, safely ensconced within metal shells.<br/><br/>The sensation of rising and falling with each bounding step was made more dreamlike by the unintentional illusion he’d crafted for himself.  The fluid cell generated heat through chemical reaction.  That heat ran through the frame, drawing in cold outside air and pushing it out through his suit.  Warmed air flowed between fabric and skin, a sensation of wind at all times, out of sync with his movements.<br/>[...]<br/>His frame touched the ground with one limb at a time.  The point of contact as wide across as three fingers pressed together, and the total weight of him, his frame, and his current fluid dispenser, the pill popper, amounted to two hundred and sixty six point one-three-four pounds.  Even the weight of the snow that had settled on his helmet and in the seams of his frame mattered.<br/><br/>In a car, one had to check the mirrors every couple of seconds, be aware of the environment.  In the frame, moving like this, he had to be aware of ''everything'' - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/11/05/interlude-17-x-sundown/ Excerpt] from [[Sundown 17.x]]</ref>
* Fluid Vat - This multi gallon vat is first seen with a syringe. However in addition to a needle it has a variety of other attachments mounted at the front of the liquid's case.<ref name=8.8e1/>
* The Pink Fluid - has numerous non-Newtonian properties. He can use it as a beacon, and as a kind of specialized traction surface and trampoline.<ref name=9.4e2>I saw the syringe appear in a similar way, the fluid going from dark to pink, bubbling visibly, until it was as neon pink as anything else.  He moved it like a baton, waving us over.<br/>[...]<br/>The Malfunctions seemed to hear my thoughts, because I saw Withdrawal enter the fray.  He moved at high speeds, skidding on wet and icy road, and hefted his syringe that wasn’t a syringe anymore.<br/><br/>The contents of the syringe sprayed over a wall.  He skated to it, then skated up the slick of spray.  He bounded off of it, then landed smack-dab in the middle of a large group. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/09/01 Excerpt] from [[Gleaming 9.4]]</ref>
* The Neon Yellow Fluid<ref name=15.2>[[Dying 15.2]]</ref> - Gunk that becomes paint-like when applied to something. Appears to have a mechanic where it can be directed to latch onto something, and it will move onto it even while dislodged.<ref>Withdrawal had enough jump in that agility frame of his to tackle the winged ship.  With his syringe, he applied the yellow gunk to face, then to upper chest.  It looked like paint.  I had no clue what it did.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>The winged angel, meanwhile, guarded the door.  It was struggling, a hand raised to its upper chest, trying to use some superheated steam or a chemical to get rid of the gunk.  In the end, it unscrewed a section of its chest to lose that section entirely.  As it did, the yellow gunk extended out clinging only by scattered edges and droplets, took on a texture like needles caught by a magnet, then splatted back down onto the area that had been beneath the collarbone segment, as if it had remembered its momentum and forward energy from before, and reapplied itself on removal.  The winged angel fought to scrape that away with metal fingertips, then gave up. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/07/20/dying-15-5/ Excerpt] from [[Dying 15.5]]</ref> The same, or similarly shaded, liquid is used to deny telekinesis hold on the objects.<ref name="II20.7">[[Last 20.7]]</ref>
* The Red Compression Fluid - A red fluid that was used to fit objects into places that they should not physically be able to fit into.
* The Pill Popper - A massive, hundred pound launcher, inspired by [[Fume Hood]]'s power, which is used to deliver Withdrawal's fluids with remotely detonated football-sized projectiles.<ref>The pill popper was a one-hundred pound column topped with a construction that resembled his helmet, a reading on the sleek black bar-display running along the side told him he had 8/9 shots remaining. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/11/05/interlude-17-x-sundown/ Excerpt] from [[Sundown 17.x]]</ref><ref>The head at the top of the pill popper opened its mouth, and it had a punch of an impact as it spat out its shot.  A ‘pill’ the size of a football.  Modeled after Fume Hood’s power.<br/><br/>He pulled the second trigger.  The pill detonated with enough force to knock the kid over, so he landed on his hands, gun below him. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/11/05/interlude-17-x-sundown/ Excerpt] from [[Sundown 17.x]]</ref>
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