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    With a small shrug Huang agreed, "Well I try to keep up." he replied flashing a toothy grin. He settled in for the ride to the top watching Set take in the surroundings more than the swanky environs themselves less from any jaded experience than from a certain fixation on the object of his interest. As the elevator came to a stop Huang led the way to the Maitre'D, "I wouldn't knock it, not much room to throw stones." the oft over the top magus admitted a small laugh curling the corners of his lips saved from a comically poor attempt to tip/bribe the maitre'd by the staid old mans ill timed question, "Ah young Sirs Welcome," he greeted, "Will your ladies be joining you at the bar or?" he trailed off blanching slightly as he took in the dark look Huang shot him at the suggestion, "Ah right this way sirs." he instructed in clipped tones leading them to a window seat Huangs clumsy tip would certainly not have earned them. "Your server will be with you directly." the older man added before hustling away before he further embarrassed himself. Huang offered the better seat to Set and sat after the other boy with a forced exhale, "Sorry I'd expect better." he hissed quietly trying to let the mild affront go lest it further drag down the evening.
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    "Hey I'm sure they can whip up the classics, deconstructed hummus with a kale salad or something." Huang suggested off hand and paid the fare before taking his date's arm and leading him into the building with a wide smile. He looked up at the building and around the spacious atrium as they entered and raised a brow at the boy on his arm, "Really?" he asked with feigned surprise, "must not have caused much stir." he smirked with a light laugh as little the divine entity on his left did managed to escape media coverage in one place or another. "Well I admit it could be considered contrived, " Huang admitted as they waited then boarded the elevator to the top floor restaurant, "But it is one of the best restaurants in the city." he pointed out with a shrug, "Plus trying to find a place in this town without a kitschy or contrived theme is an exercise in futility."
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    May 18 Pyramid Plaza, Freedom City Early Evening Huang stepped out of hte Cab with a hint of a cocky smile despite the wince at the late summer sun glinting off the towers of steel and glass all around them. There were many benefits of living in a major metropolis not the least of which was not having a driver's license for date night was easily countered by the preponderance of cabs and the fact that in a place like freedom driving was more the exception than the rule if one aimed for downtown. He certainly could have just cracked a portal through time and space to his destination of course. Though he had been informed that such casual use of magic would lead directly to further sanctions on his mystic machinations from his hypocrite parents. Besides his dad already thought his date was a bad influence. Flashing blood magic portals on a downtown street probably wouldn't help that. Turning to peek into the cab he reached out a hand, "And here we are." he presented like the occupant might find the garish pyramid themed building anything but appropriative. "I heard they do a mediterranean paleo-vegan chefs special." he offered encouragingly.
  5. I like it. Neutral enough portrayal not to be overtly political while acknowledging that the political climate is pretty important for long running superhero stories (What exactly does truth justice and the american way mean today after all). As for lables I think saying conservative and not being willing ot say republican would pretty much be a cop out. Having him be pro-super and republican makes it clear it's not a matter of "Evil Conservatives!" or "My Liberal Wish Fulfillment!". I don't see how having a name and face adds alot to the setting without making anything more overtly political than would otherwise be allowed.
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    "Oh so I am to be the entertainment for your soiree young miss?" Ace inquired with a hearty laugh, "I'm not certain if I could I'm quite out of practice." he noted with a sly smirk as he set his coat on the rack by the door and rounded the couch. With a dramatic pratfall he vanished behind the couch and rolled to his feet transformed to his persistently youthfull mein once more. He made an elaborate flourish and flashed a smile to the little ones who much of the performance had been tuned toward. "I've heard much of the West End's micro-brew renaissance," he said with a nod to Eriks offer, "I'd gladly sample the fruits of their labor." He beamed down at Talya with the child in her arms, "This suits you." he said with a small nod sounding genuinely surprised by the revelation. Offering Eden a wide smile he let out a small chortle, "And you so big." he congratulated, "Almost big enough to go on adventures with your parents!" he seemed to think this not only a possibility but the appropriate course for a child of that age. "I'll have to dig up a video watch for her." he said with a wink to Erik, "Klara it's been too long!" he offered finally turning to the other guests to offer greetings in kind, "And Dimitri it's not been long enough." he teased with trademark smirk.
  7. Phalanx Ace Danger Dance Me To The End Ouroboros Sandman Savant Kanunu
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    Approved! (again...)
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    A few moments later Ace approached the door artful make up putting him a good thirty years closer to his actual age and the assorted intelligence agencies and criminal syndicates put off his trail with old fashioned double backs like the good old days in berlin. He offered Talya a quick kiss on each cheek and a bottle of wine form his cellars that was in no way appropriate as a casual gift but he wasn't paying particular attention and a good dinner party needed a good red in his opinion.
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    Mike was enjoying the meal with his usual gusto when the mention of the grand mosque drew him to a pause he looked up to Mark then to Nina, "Unless your father has had a significant change of heart on many matters that seems unlikely to be without conflict." he noted as neutrally as he was able. He wasn't exactly an expert in international relations but the sovereignty of Socotra and it's sometime arch-villainous ruler was a subject one didn't manage to ignore in the circles he found himself in more and more often. "It must be difficult for you not being able to go home." he did offer as perhaps weak conciliation to his statement and glanced around the table and shook his head, "That is a conversation for another time though I'm sure." he tried to salvage perhaps too late as he dabbed at the edge of his plate with a scrap of flatbread. "So have you discussed names at all?" he asked trying to move on to less troubling topics, assuredly such a discussion couldn't be divisive.
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    Looking up from the photos as the call came in Ellis leaned back in his chair to stare out the window for a long moment, "At least not in numbers." he opined, "rarely do such fiends vanish entire, just become better at hiding." which was much the concern they had with this entire situation when it came down to it. He smiled ever so slightly at the suggested improvisation, "I'm sure we'll manage." he shrugged and looked back as Comrade Frost hung up the phone. "There are many ways to such realms, none of them pleasant to be sure, though we hope our path easier than our foes." he said with some melancholy it was much worse if their quarry had unfettered access to whatever damned realm it had crawled from.
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    Looking around at the small group Xavier finally offered his own small nod of assent. "I suppose I have little choice." he lamented though flatly, "I'll do this." he agreed and glanced to Lou, "But we do it clean and no guns." he insists and nods as if it was decided then. A good man in Bedlam rarely could work purely within the law after all but there were standards he kept clearly. "I may know of a secure location we can meet." he offered and distributed the address deep in the dilapidated remains of Bedlams industrial sector. *** Once they all had had a chance to assure loved ones, people and goods alike, they were safe and free, they each were able to pick up or retrieve whatever of their usual kit they had been missing in the rush of being detained for 'questioning'. When they arrived Xavier was already in place a small well worn laptop balanced atop a somewhat rickety card table. in the middle of the dusty factory floor long since stripped of any remnants of even mild value. The job itself as laid out by Lou from his contacts was simple. The city library was modernizing on a fat federal grant. All of the libraries surprisingly extensive documentation of the early days of Bedlam and other rare items of the special collections were being scanned and indexed on a shiny bank of new computers in down in the special collections vault. There was evidence therein of a convoluted but legally actionable claim for the gorganzolas to make that much of the land around the newly revitalized airport was part of holding of their family or associates. Of course Bedlam Being Bedlam this would not do for the Scarpia's, so it was necessary for such evidence to go away, or better yet put the trail back to Scarpia holdings instead. There were of course a few wrinkles. While the grant had modernized the libraries ageing central servers the money for broadband infrastructure had mysteriously gone walkabout. Despite an impressive array of data storage solutions in the vaults beneath the library there was literally nothing connecting them to even the meager dial up connection the public terminals used to serve up pornagraphy to the more brazen homeless. Also the special collections ad long held the cities wealthiest families records, and as such actually had been supplied top notch security that was still daunting if not impassible even today. Added to this was of course the generous lease of Wolfram Aerospace security personnel to oversee security during the modernization, and perhaps give Wolfram Access to records it could put to use in its own endeavors.
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    21 For Kanunu
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    Ellis was not entirely certain why the ex-soviet hero was so poorly regarded among the community in Freedom City, he seemed personable enough in his admittedly brief encounters prior to this. While the usual false front was certainly grating at times it hardly seemed prudent to regard the man poorly because the mask he chose to wear was not made of cloth. Regardless the benefits of one who had faced their possible foe before outweighed any quirks of personality, even the smoking, mostly, well at least they weren't in an enclosed space with recycled air, then it would be just rude. He smirked remembering back to a visiting lecturer he'd met during his internship, a Cardiologist from Russia that he'd encountered smoking outside the lecture hall between talks. The Doctor had told him, "If you see a Doctor smoking you can be sure he is Russian." and laughed uproariously. Focusing once more on the present he looked down at he picture with some concern, they did not most likely have that kind of firepower this time around, hopefully they wouldn't need it. "That is why they always hunt at the fringes to start." he agreed with a heavy sigh, "Creatures born of nightmare are rarely brave themselves." he mused holding hte picture as he examined it. Looking back to Frost he inquired carefully, "Were any of them found?" Often it was worse for the victims that survived these attacks, but they could be informative, of course if it was truly who they worried was at the root of the more recent disappearances it was worse for all of them.