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Marked. No way, lady. Terrifica doesn't need to come when she's called, because she'a already there. Supergenius for the win.
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Toni, the other archer, cocked her head at the foreign language being spoken, but didn’t address it. “Coffee? I would literally kill for some coffee right now.†In a flash, she was pouring herself a cup behind the bar. “I am a caffeine addict, and I am not ashamed. Not in the least.†An eyeblink, and she had a bag of bagels in her hands, along with a large cup of coffee. “You would not believe how much I eat now. You think your teenage years are ending, you can cut back a little. Then you get speed powers.†Half the bag disappeared in a blur. “And it’s like ‘what is this thing you call enough? I have not heard of such a thing in all my many days.’ Honestly, it’s killing my budget.†And the bagels were gone. “Those were good.†Chris, aka alt!Kit, looked Tona dead in the face. “Sam isn’t my name. It’s Chris. As in Christina. And my eyes are up here.†There was nothing about Chris that could be called short, being as she was several inches taller than Sam despite otherwise being the spitting image of her. She flicked a look at Cerwyn, aka alt!Blod. “Gonna have a look in the back at the books. Might be able to help figure out what happened.†She walked in that direction. Cerwyn flashed another charming grin at her back. “Don’t take too long. I’d like to get home before supper, if we could. You know how the Carsons can be.†Chris mumbled something back, but Cerwyn paid it no mind as he glanced outside. He was almost…wary about it. Then he brought back the grin for Lynn. “I’d like that very much, thank you. It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper British scone. Or, for that matter, been able to find a muffin that wasn’t blueberry, banana nut, chocolate chip, or-deity help us all-bran. Wynn, aka alt!Grim had pulled herself together. She was outside, having walked a few stores down and dropped the concealment. She was admiring one of the stores, when she saw a man in a black suit with black sunglasses. His hair was as impeccable as his racial ancestry was indeterminate. That is to say, immensely so. Wynn walked up to him. He turned his head to look at her. She clasped her hands pleadingly. “Please. Can I go home.†The man had only one thing to say. “Criminal detected.â€
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ic And Two More Shall Take Its Place
EternalPhoenix replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Grenville and Ashton
Terrifica pulled over and let a police car and a ambulance scream past her in the other direction. And there goes my morning with the children. Another mystery beckoned, the siren call irresistible to her. She pulled into the nearest driveway and turned around. Regardless of what’s actually happened, seeing them in such a panic is…concerning, especially in this neighborhood. She didn’t like it, not at all. Police cars were one thing, that could happen anywhere at any time, but with an ambulance? It was a bad sign. Very, very bad. As Terrifica sped after the official vehicles, she did something she rarely indulged in. She prayed. -
Happy birthday, Giz.
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Terrifica would be delighted to work with her again.
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Vonnie returned Casey’s fist shaking in equal measure. “Bring on anytime, blondie!†His wide grin took any sting there might have been in the words right out of them. He filled up his current bag, tied it off, and joined the two ladies. “Nope. Has to be Garbage Control. Or Garba-mancy. Could always be magic, ya know. And I wish I was that talented.†His “this is a job for Samaritan†sense was starting to tingle. “I don’t like it.†But it was still weak, but growing stronger. “I’ve got a feeling this might be a long day.†Unlike Casey, he had no need to scan to see what was happening. His spatial awareness kept him in the loop without him really trying to do so.
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Vonnie smirked. He was still a little uncomfortable, but screw that. He was doing the right thing. He was doing what he was supposed to do. Being a little uncomfortable? That was nothing compared to-and he was shutting down that line of thought right now. No relapses in attitude today. Noooo. “That makes it fair? I guarantee if you take away flying none of you can catch me. I laugh at obstacles.†He gave Miss Grue the once over. He was technically a teenage boy, and such things just don’t come with off switches at that age. “Nice to meet you. Samaritan. Alien, huh? Like as in from a lot further away than Mexico?†He teased gently. Then at Nevermore. “I’ll go one step further, man. It’s my fault. All of it. The whole thing. Beginning to end. If I’d had a better attitude from the start, we’d be doing this thing already and not standing here discussing it. And Endeavour would still be here. So…I don’t know…cheer up? To your usual level of…whatever you are.â€
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Maybelle nodded. “The Queen herself does cater, but I’m mostly directing traffic when that happens. Catering’s all about mass producing something a bunch of people won’t object to. Since we don’t have the steadiest of menus-since I change it up every month or so and I’ll make most anything on demand-it gets complicated in a hurry. That said, we do take reservations, even for the whole restaurant. There’s a whole time scale thing, but that can be hashed out with Chris. He’s our business manager, takes care of all of the money stuff.†She had noticed that brief look, but she was raised not to pry. “Now before you go, you have to tell me something about you. I went and told you half my life story. It’s only fair you give me something in return. You pick. Any story you want to tell.â€
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Hmm. Do you think Hologram would see Samaritan? Kid needs serious therapy, but it's like pulling teeth to get him to admit anything's wrong. And then he insists he can handle it. There's a ball of anger, pain, guilt, and hate locked under the surface of his personality, for a number of reasons. He's doing his best to ignore it exists and manage it when he can't.
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Phoenix has moderate electric burns (external & internal), and her left hand seems to have some nerve damage, as she can't move it properly. I don't feel like rolling for a Heal check that'll only fail on a 1, so let's say it worked and her hand starts working properly again. Along with the burns being partly healed. I'd like it to be a KN Technology check to first figure out how the machine even works. Craft would be to repair it afterwards.
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Happy 30th, KD! ...though I'm a bit late.
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ic IC - Cyberpirates of the Atlantic Basin
EternalPhoenix replied to The Sailor's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
“Wait a minute, will you? Some of us have more than eyes and ears to work with.†The fog, while limited what eyes could see, did absolutely nothing to stop his spatial awareness. It was like…seeing everything within a certain distance at once, only without even the concept of color. It was hard for him to explain to himself, much less anyone else. That said, it worked so he had no complaints. There. “There’s another boat out there, a lot like ours. It’s coming this way. Five people. Bulky clothes. Fancy SCUBA gear, I guess?†Toward the buoy, maybe? Weren’t too many people with the power to see through this fog, and what were the odds on one of them being over there, anyway? Hmm. “Maybe armed, maybe not. The clothes again. I don’t like it, not one bit.†His “This is a job for Samaritan†sense was beginning to tingle. -
Maybelle McQueen didn’t know a lot about about, well, anything that was going on here. But, bad guy runs off with some of a hero’s blood? Come on now. She’d seen just enough fiction to know where this was going. “Don’t know what that thing’s gonna do, but if TV and movies taught me anything, it’s that when the bad guy takes somebody’s blood he’s either gonna do some voodoo stuff or make a clone.†She floated into the air, and of all things, a translucent silver Crock-Pot sprang up around the meditating psychics. “Like I said, I can do the barrier thing myself. Just means I can’t fight with you all.†The lid to the pot appeared and shut softly. Queenie landed on it and sat on the handle. “Always feels like cheating if I’m inside, you know?â€
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For a moment it looked as if Maybelle was going to object further, but then she shook her head and smiled. “Ice cream, huh? Pink?†She assumed a comically thoughtful expression. “Whatever can a master chef do to meet such a demanding order?†A silver lightbulb appeared over her head. “Oh, I know. Be riiight back.†She darted into the kitchen. There was a general commotion just audible from inside, and then she was back with two sundae glasses, both full of layers of pink ice cream alternating with pink cake and another pink substance. “Strawberry shortcake ice cream parfait. Made these this morning as an experiment. I mean, the chocolate ones were wonderful and the vanilla ones brought our resident patisserie to tears, so I figure these’ll be fine. We don’t make our own ice cream here, that’s from a specialty shop downtown, but the cake and the pudding I made from scratch.†She placed the two glasses on the table. “Still wish we had the room for the ice cream making machine. Serving something I didn’t make all by myself just doesn’t feel right.â€
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ic And Two More Shall Take Its Place
EternalPhoenix replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Grenville and Ashton
Why was Terrifica in the Ashton and Grenville area? The exact same reason she ever went anywhere that wasn’t home, a university, or a science conference. She was investigating. Or rather, she had been until about twenty minutes ago. People don’t change. Just a whisper of a free fortune, even if the method to get it is highly illegal, always brought out the worst in them. They will lie, cheat, and even murder if it proves necessary. She was standing in front of a garage. The door was open, and it’s walls were plastered with plans, diagrams, and maps. There was no need for her to act. Behind her, a policeman was shoving the handcuffed occupant of the attached home into his squad car. A police detective walked past her, into the garage, and remarked upon the intricacy of the plan. Almost the perfect scam. “Not really, detective. It took me about five seconds to figure it out.†Of course, her mind was a great deal faster than most peoples. That said, she was over selling it. Her total deductive time didn’t even total a full second, much less five. “I learn as much from what’s not there as from what is there. The trick this time was proving it.†That was a fact. Solving the mystery, cracking the code, or whatever you wanted to call it was never finished, in Terrifica’s view, until one could objective prove that one had done so. “I’m going to go. There’s much to be done today. You have my contact information. Please pass it along to the prosecutor. I would like to know when I need to be in court.†She turned on her heel and walked to her motorcycle. Starting it, she rode away leaving a wryly amused detective. Superheroes, especially the smart ones. Was he right, or was he right? -
Lightning took a step forward and folded his arms. “Wasn’t planning on playing that card. We weren’t looking for help, but help’s here. Be stupid to turn it away now. Card I will be playing is ignoring any questions that aren’t related to helping us out. Well…I’ll give you one thing. We are a team, and we’re not criminals.†He looked at Erased. “She knows tech, show her the cage. She’s probably better than you.†Erased, to his benefit, didn’t even blink what should have been an insult. “Sure.†He looked at Endeavour. “Don’t you worry about Phoenix, she was just taking a nap. She’s not any more injured than I am.†He paused a moment. “Though none of us really have any medical training and we have been dealing with an electric monster. If you want to give her a checkup, go ahead. Just don’t touch her skin with your own. That’ll…hurt. You, not her.†He gestured for the teen genius to take the lead, whatever she wanted to do. It was Phoenix who answered Casey’s question as Charger helped her up. “Made itself a nest out there. There’s…some kind of energy source out there, but it’s inconsistent.†She had a hint of a New England accent. “Hence why it comes back and tries to feed on your power grid.†At Lightning’s blank look she added. “Did you not get that far yet? Then you tell them, leader boy.†Lightning sighed, and for a moment he looked as exhausted as it was possible for a young adult male to look. “I was about to. Unlike some people, I can’t sleep without annihilating half the city. Look, it’s as she said. We were traveling, the voltivore was in it’s cage, we hit that energy source in the forest, it broke loose, and we’ve been chasing all over the city trying to catch it. We haven’t chased it to the forest because throwing electricity around all that wood is a poor idea. There, all caught up. Can we get on with it?â€
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ooc And Two More Shall Take Its Place
EternalPhoenix replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
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Terrifica Incursion: Science Team Go! Samaritan Double Booked Trash Talk Queenie Incursion: Matter Over Mind Southern Hospitality GM Justice Like Lightning
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Terrifica would like to have a new thread in which she can use her freshly upgraded staff.
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Maybelle rubbed the back of her head. “Multiplicity? She’s just a thief with a gimmick. Granted, that gimmick is her being the most powerful duplicator I’ve ever heard of. Outfighting her isn’t an issue, it’s making sure you’ve got the real one.†She laughed. “Haven’t pulled it off yet. You think you can pick out the real one from a few dozen or hundred or thousand of her, you go right ahead and try. If she’s even there at all. Because I’ve had that problem too.“ She sighed, and the cheer dropped away again. “Naw, I was talking about…Auric. Only fought him the once, right after I got my powers. He nearly killed me.“ She pried herself out of her chair and stood up. She sighed. “Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer. I don’t know how strong you are, but I’m far from weak. It took everything I had and a little extra just to drive him away. I still don’t think I actually hurt him. And he will be back. He said so.†Anyone with eyes could see the prospect frightened her more than she’d ever say. “I’m a ring user, see?†She raised her right hand to display the plain silver ring. “All my powers come from this. And he wants it, despite being able to slap me around like a child without it.â€
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Dunno about you, but I find there aren't that many hangout spaces for PC in Freedom. Yes, there's the Cape and Cowl club. Or Bayview Mall. But really, how many threads are set there? Is the food good? Does a PC work there? Questions unanswered. Sure, there's Silberman's Books, but that's a bookstore first and a café second. It's not the kind of place a bunch of PCs can hit up for dinner. So, I propose an idea. The Southern Queen. My PC, Queenie, alias Maybelle McQueen is the head chef. Her identity isn't secret, just not publicized. Got a PC that needs a meal? Come right on down. Need someplace to have that date? The Queen is available. Basically, if you're having a social thread and it's not "we randomly met somehow", I invite you to think of the Southern Queen. Queenie herself doesn't even have to be in the thread. She could always be out heroing, or just back in the kitchen like a restaurant's chef should be. So, how about it?
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“Amaryllis, sunshine…all the best monster fighters know that finishing dinner comes before dessert.†She grinned in mock-wicked fashion. “Especially the vegetables.†She looked back at Stesha. “It’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate the help, now. Heaven knows Multiplicity is a handful and a half.†There was something in her voice that put impervium to shame. She was just as polite and cheerful as before, but it was readily apparent she would brook no argument on this issue. “But I won’t let anyone get hurt because of me and my problems.â€
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ooc OOC - Cyberpirates of the Atlantic Basin
EternalPhoenix replied to The Sailor's topic in Archives
How to put...Fog shouldn't have any effect on Vonnie's spatial awareness. It's a mental sense, and fog is usually visual concealment. So...I have no idea what he should say. -
Maybelle squirmed around and dug a battered business card out of a rear pocket. She put it on the table. “The number here. I haven’t carried a cell phone in ages, ever since I learned I could hear radio frequencies.†There was a momentary pause. “Because I can that, too. I’m not always listening, but you know how it is. Range isn’t much, though, unless I tap into a cell tower. That’s…I don’t even know how I do that.†She passed her now empty plate to the passing Clara. “Well, dying ain’t exactly Plan A, you know? I’m just…how do I put it? Ready, I guess? I don’t know. Not like I have a death wish or anything. And besides…†For the first time since Stesha met her, Maybelle was less than cheery. She looked vaguely sad, and she rubbed the empty place on her left ring finger where a ring would go. “I think everybody’s got that enemy or two they don’t want anyone else to have to deal with. I know I do.†She shook her head. “Never you mind about that. How about some dessert? Whatever you’d like, I’ve probably got it.â€
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Maybelle just looked at Stesha. “You’re sittin’ in it. Did culinary school in South Carolina. Born ‘n raised there, too. I’m a Charleston girl at heart. I was working there, even got the name of Queenie in the news a few times. I’d have stayed there, but I got a good offer from some classmates to head up the kitchen staff here.†She looked thoughtful. “I admit, the boss of the those things trying to get the psychics was tough. Don’t think I could’ve beat it by myself. She smiled again, her good natured personality shining through. “Would’ve died trying though. That’s what a hero does, right? Fights bad guys, saves people, and dies doing so if needed?†She laughed, and dismissed the subject with a wave of her hand. “But that’s much too morbid a subject for dinner, especially with a little one at the table.†She regarded Amaryllis. “Plants, huh? I’ll tell you what, you get your mama to call me and I’ll help you practice anytime.†She leaned forward conspiratorially. “If you’re gonna be a monster fighter you need all the training you can get, especially from a specialist like me.†She flashed the little girl a mischievous grin and leaned back in her seat. “Goes for you two, Miss Madison. If you or anyone you know needs a hand with the hero stuff, just give me a shout and I’ll be there as fast as I can. I do fly pretty fast, after all.â€