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The three of them disentangled themselves and got up. Wait. Four fell onto the floor. One was missing. The masked archer-Toni, it seemed-got in the face of the Welsh boy. “You lent it to me, Cerwyn. Said I could keep it as long as I liked, but nooo. Welshie’s got a new boyfriend. Gotta have him see it.†On closer observation, Cerwyn bore a remarkable resemblance to Cerys. Cerwyn was a couple of inches shorter and perhaps a few pounds lighter than Cerys, but otherwise they could have been twins. Despite the gender differences. Hearing his mother tongue drew his attention away from Toni. “Stow it a minute, Toni.†He glanced around. “Bleeding Hades. Almost think we hadn’t gone anywhere.†He faced his…countrywoman, perhaps? No, definitely this world’s version of him. Well…this could get awkward. The last one didn’t take Cerwyn’s…existence, particularly well. “<Will you burn us at the stake if we say we’re from another world, a lot like this one? Or throw us in the insane asylum? Because that would also be bad.>†He flashed a charming grin. His Welsh was as slightly off as his accent. The pronunciation was just a bit different on every word, but not enough to mar comprehension. Chris shrugged and stood up. She was the spitting image of the girl from Hell that happened to be upstairs, except she happened to be eleven inches taller and (obviously) significantly heavier. “Cerwyn, you know I hate that mushmouth language of yours. I can never understand what you’re saying. Also, we seem to be short one bookstore owner.†Another quick glance around and Cerwyn almost swore harder than he meant to. “Bleeding bloody Hades. Okay, everyone. I’ll give you the Heathcliff’s notes. We had a small magical accident and popped into your store, here.†And adding to the super way this day was going, the woman who’d welcomed them could’ve been said bookstore owner’s twin. Or alternate version. “Thing is, we seem to have…lost our extra person. Me, I’m Cerwyn.†He waved. “Hello. This beast of a woman who hates my delightful mother tongue is my best mate Chris, and this VID THIEF with the bow is Toni. Despite how we may act, we are neither family nor lovers. Thank the gods.†Both women took exception to his characterization of them, and began to voice their displeasure. Loudly. Cerwyn just grinned, looking pleased with himself. Meanwhile, a very, VERY, confused Wynn was standing outside, her magic concealing her from eyes, ears, and noses, as her Pa used to say. This was the West End, the streets were the same. But there were no posters. No banners. Nothing of the Imperial family. Her emotions warred with one another as she sank to her knees. No Imperials, and all the good and bad that comes with them. Freedom from her insane relatives. The loss of her beloved store. This one wasn’t hers at all. She’d have never put in a coffee bar. Bookstores were for books, not casual dining. She cried, just a little. She was lost, and alone. This was not the plan. Not at all. She broke down and sobbed, unseen and unheard.

Endeavour's eyes only!

Accessing public information doesn't require a roll. That said, actually programming something to do the work for you would require a Computers roll, but with +10 you can just take 10 and make something that simple. It's putting the clues together that's the hard part and what the Investigate skill is for. You can take 10 here for a 20 result because of your program, but you won't get any more info than my next IC post will give you. Waiting for horn, really. So you'd just learn stuff a bit early. But, if you can hit DC 25, I'll give you a bit more. tl;re Version. Can do program thing. Investigate DC 20 for info you'll get as soon as horn posts again. DC 25 for more.

'?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent>> IC for Empty Mirror '?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent>> And OOC. Here we go.

Well, you all know what this is for.

December 17, 2014. The West End, Silverman’s Books. Unknown Parallel Earth. Unknown amount of time after sunset. The books were getting a little dusty. Wynn Epstein hadn’t been inside in a few months, since the rebellion’s last gasp took a few employees…off the payroll. But today she was back, and cleaning up. New glass windows to replace the boarded up and broken ones. In the morning, a few new eager employees from Claremont would be by to help out, and best of all, a Carson security robot was schedules for delivery to keep things orderly. Everything was going to go just fine, and soon enough, the store would reopen. That was the plan. Meanwhile, Cerwyn Pefr was chasing down a thief. Yes, the world was largely peaceful and crime-free since the rebellion had been put down, but crime didn’t just magically go away. Heh, magically. The thief was fast. No. She was a teleporter. Moving from shadow to shadow. He touched his commlink. “Kit, it’s Blod. Can you catch this one? I’m having some trouble here. Seems she’s a teleporter.†Christina Vance, alias Kit, rolled her eyes. “She’s not a ‘porter. Just faster than eyes. I’ll get her.†Chris wasn’t what anyone would call subtle about it, either. A massive ball of fire flashed past the thief, stopping her short. She glanced around for a hiding spot-and found a store with the lights still on. She bolted inside, never bothering to notice that the fireball didn’t actually damage anything. In fact, there wasn’t even a wisp of smoke to prove it was ever there. Blod frowned. “You call that getting her?†He jogged up near the store, stepped into a shadow, and vanished from sight. “The freshmen can do better.†Kit popped out of the shadow next to him. She towered over the diminuative Welsh boy. “She’s off the street, isn’t she?†Inside the shop, Wynn was quite surprised by her guest’s sudden appearance. “I’m sorry, but we’re not open yet. Try again in a week?†This young woman was an archer, judging by the bow on her back. And, as Lynn abruptly learned as she stepped up to Wynn in the blink of an eyes, she was very fast. “I’m sorry. There’s a couple of people after me. They’ve got bad intentions and I’m not anywhere near invulnerable, so I’ve been on the run for a bit. Can I hide out for a few minutes?†Wynn was prepared to tell her to leave now, please…but on closer examination she bore a striking resemblance to one of her lost employees. Her heartstrings twinged, and she sighed. “All right. Bathroom’s in the back. Water…should work.†But before either of them could do anything else, Blod and Kit burst into the store. The young woman tossed a glance that screamed “HELP!†in Wynn’s direction. The timid young woman refused to lose her dear employee a second time, and she activated her fae magic. Blod and Kit had no choice but to defend themselves. Magic twisted, clashed, and surprisingly melded. There was a brilliant flash of light, and the store was empty. December 17, 2014. The West End, Silberman’s Books. Earth Prime. 7:43 PM. Cerys Pefr was taking Lynn Epstein’s offer of visiting the store. The Welsh girl and the fairy were having one of the most disjointed conversations of all time when the store was abruptly illuminated by a bright light and four people tumbled out of the air and onto the floor. The lone male of the group grumbled in a familiar accent to Cerys.“Gods curse it, Toni. You couldn’t just give me back my vid, could you?†The boy could almost be from Wales, but something was slightly off. “Now, again. We’re in another dimension, again. We’re gonna have to figure out where we are so Kit can port us back. Again.†For the parts of Tona Baudlin and Samantha Vance, the two lovebirds were enjoying a night in, when the hubbub distracted them from their activities. Specifically, Robin Hood: Men in Tights (along with a few other choice Mel Brooks movies) and a truly ridiculous amount of snacks. A certain mutual acquaintance had recommended the man’s work, and well…so far, so good.

Terrifica nodded, absorbing the information while turning away from the charts and diagrams. “At any rate, this shouldn’t come down to a fight.†Honestly, she would have preferred to learn what the robot was capable of through personal observation. That said, not everyone was of that school of thought. “A simply conversation should be all that is required.†A thought occurred to her. “It does not have any violent behavior programmed in, does it?â€

Queenie will happily cater every meeting.

I think maybe we should have a proper thread for this. The wiki's great, but a quick reference guide (organized by year and month if necessary) would work wonders for newcomers. Something like Ari's active PC roster.

Your hero points. They are returned to you. Enjoy them. Well, technically they're new ones, but whatever.

Okay. Jay gets a hero point refresh and the Rat gets another one. Revenant has enough, I think. Yes.

Blue Jay Olive put her hand over her heart. “Oh, you hit the nail on the head. Chica, I’m a bad person. Punish me, take me away, I deserve it.†The mocking sarcasm was think enough to cut with a knife. “Silly girl, this is just how the world works. You never get anything unless you take it.†There was no response from Jay, not even a look back. Olive quirked an eyebrow. “Hello? Chica? We were bantering quite nicely there. I was very entertained.†Nope, sorry, nothing. Olive tried another tack. “Come on, don’t be mad. Isn’t no blood, no foul the rule?†Still totally ignored. Olive pouted. “Filthy tease! You’re a boring waste of space. I don’t even know why I bothered staying around to play with you. You’re no fun at all.†What part of Blue Jay is totally ignoring you don’t you get, woman? “Fine. I’ll take my ball and go home.†She looked at the mini tracer in her hand, and a sly smile appeared on her face. She flicked the selector switch on her gun and pointed it at her head. Her voice was barely a whisper. “See you again, chica. But no more playing.†With her eyes still on the tracer, she pulled the trigger and vanished in a flash of green light. Red Rat & Revenant Before the fight between the mystery man and Revenant could continue, a flash of green light dropped a redheaded woman in a green bodysuit on the scene. She had a blaster the same shade of green as her bodysuit. “Honestly, Light. Heroes can be so boring.†The man-Light, presumably-only looked at her. “You said two minutes. You win that fast?†The woman pouted. “No. She started ignoring me. How rude can you be?†Light looked as if he appreciated the irony of that statement. “Well, I don’t have anything left to do here. Can we go?†The woman nodded. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?†A pause. “Is she any fun?†Light tossed the undead lawyer a look. “A little, but we’ve got more pressing business.†The woman pouted again. “Aw. But you’re right. Business before pleasure.†She pointed her blaster at him and fired. Light disappeared in the same flash of green light the woman arrived in. “Love to stay and play, lady. But, you know, duty calls.†Before Revenant could react, the woman put the gun to her head and fired. She was just as gone as Light.

Terrifica blinked, surprised. It wasn’t often that she was surprised. That slip of a girl had completely disappeared. With the man who was in need of serious questioning. A pox on teleporters. A pox on them all. And of course, she had slipped an object into Terrifica’s coat pocket. The genius among geniuses pulled it out and studied it. A phone? Really? I would have given her this week’s number if she’d only asked. Honestly, we’re superheroes, not spies or thieves. There’s no need for such subterfuge. She sighed, slipping the phone back into her coat pocket, and shrugged it off. Still two other ones left. Time to check on the other two. She followed their trail down the stairs, keeping a ear out for the unmistakable sounds of combat. Because seriously, why wouldn’t they end up fighting at some point?

Okay. So that's Jay, Blod, Grim, and Kit? If the four of you are all ready, I'll work up an OP and a better thread title and start this puppy.

http://orokos.com/roll/238993 29. Juuust made it.

...my roll did not go well. So nevermind. http://orokos.com/roll/238277

Samaritan, being a Claremonter, will have a Vignette. However, Terrifica and Queenie stand ready to assist with the invasion however they can. Sam miiiight even manage to tone down the snark for once.

soufflé, you may post when ready.

Terrifica was on her feet in a flash. She’d seen something that had jolted adrenaline into her veins on the monitors. Shadows didn’t move like that. It could have been Grim or that Red girl, but the former was already in the Attic. And there was the latter now, nowhere near where she’d seen the wrongness that was a shadow that moved without a light source. Her eyes narrowed. Sure, it could be some kids playing a prank, but there were multiple superheroes in the building. Perhaps in Boston or some other city it would be just kids, but Freedom? She spoke quietly. “Grimalkin. Someone or something has apparently taken offense that this event exists.†And that flicker out of the corner of her eye? Another one, leaving the Attic? Ah, how wonderful. Simply wonderful. Tonight was supposed to be fun. “Something is very wrong.†She very carefully did not say what she had noticed. The walls could have ears now.

Naomi bashfully shrugged into the rain cape, but said nothing else. Portia nodded sympathetically at Endeavour’s woes. “I could assist you with that, Miss Hino, if you would like me to do that. I do have a few ideas on the subject from my own armor.†She shrugged at the follow up question. “For my part, I have no idea. However, we are talking about Sara Quincy. Do you remember the rumor that she talked one of the female teachers out of keeping her own sweater? Miss Li, the girl over there with that boy? She investigated and found out it was true. Miss Quincy wears it in the dorm all the time. I’m surprised you haven’t seen it, Miss Hino.†Oh, right. Portia Whitfield was a proper lady. Perhaps a bit too respectful at times. If that was even a thing. Right after she finished speaking, Sara called her name. “Ah, that is my cue. If you will excuse me.†She walked over to Sara, Angel, and Madeline. Naomi remained bashfully silent. Meanwhile, Ming turned from Vonnie to meet Casey’s arrival. “Hello Casey. I would like to say that you’ve been scooped, but in truth I’m part of this one. Sara said she wanted someone without powers, in case we ran into a power nullifier or drainer. It appears she’s been planning this for some time. She wants to make a new version of Young Freedom. I haven’t the slightest idea if it’ll be allowed, but this is Sara we’re talking about.†She spoke with the precise diction of someone for whom English was not a first language, but her voice was strangely accentless. Vonnie turned with her, but let her speak first. “Oh, Casey. Haruko, too. Didn’t we meet the other day in the caf? Good to see you again.†Before he could continue speaking, the last unnamed girl shoved her way through to shake Haruko’s non glowing hand fiercely. She was significantly stronger than she looked, even though she was taller than even Casey and with a bit more muscle mass to boot. She almost crushed the smaller girl’s hand and didn’t seem to realize it. Her rain cape was leather. Actual leather. “Oh my god. I have been looking for you all over this place. Caitlin Ferguson. Not Cat or Lin or Fergie or anything but Caitlin. I’ll have to get punchy and people don’t like me when I’m punchy. Probably because of all the punching. Heard you singing the other day. Thought to myself, Caitlin, you have got to get that girl on a record with you, pronto. But of course, since this is me we’re talking about, I didn’t even think to speak to you that day. But. You’re here now. So consider this me co-opting you into my mad scheme to dominate the music biz.†So many words. Yep, this was Caitlin Ferguson. Singer. Guitarist. World class chatterbox. Could teach a master class in how to be flatly apathetic to other people’s thoughts and feelings. Would sacrifice herself to save someone else in a heartbeat. That was Caitlin.

All done. You do Incursion, and maybe I'll see you in another thread. Like No Accounting. :)

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Don't mind me, just tagging this one.

There was one unusual thing about the group. They were all girls. Seven of them, all in raincoats of varying colors. The one Samaritan recognized first was Ming Li. No powers, but an excellent martial artist. They had US History together. She was the one who spoke to him, as well. “Hello, classmate. Don’t mind us. Sara’s just being Sara again.†Yep, right at the head of the group was Sara Quincy. Her pale skin, pink and black colored hair and golden bow were unmistakable. Not exactly the school’s queen bee, but well known and well appreciated regardless. She was speaking with another unmistakable girl, Angel Rodriguez. Just as Hispanic as her name sounded, Angel was quite literally named after her power. She’d had massive white wings from birth. They were super strong and bulletproof, even if the girl herself was not. Vonnie was somewhat astonished. “What’s going on? I mean, besides Sara being Sara.†Ming shrugged. “Something about Young Freedom being inactive long enough. With a new Next Gen, Y F should make a comeback. So…why not us? Honestly…it’s just something to do. School paper doesn’t give me nearly enough work. Training can get boring after a while. And it’d be nice to have some back up out there, you know?†While Vonnie considered that, Endevour was increasingly aware that she was being ignored. But before she could take offense, a voice spoke near her. “S-sorry. S-sometimes I catch people in the field.†As the young genius turned and looked, the voice spoke again. “I’m Naomi.†She slowly faded into sight,a mousy brown haired ambiguously light brown girl nobody’d notice if they weren’t looking for her. “H-hello.†A tap at her waist distraced Endeavour from responding immediately. “Good evening, Miss Hino.†It was Portia Whitfield. Endevour has seen her around the lab. They’d even spoken a few times. She was a regular genius, not a super one. She also had dwarfism, so she was about 3 feet tall. Her battlesuit was pretty good work for a teenager. “I see Naomi got you, too. Did Sara call you out here in this mess, too? Ah, and you needn’t worry about lightning strikes.†She pointed at a blonde with Sara and Angel. “Maddy the Magnet Girl’s got that.†More accurately, her name was Madeline Spencer. She, along with Angel, were Sara’s regular entourage.

Yesssss. The rivals. You may like them, you may not. I dunno.