Chimeric

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The detective at the front door eyed Waverider cautiously weighing if she could trust her. She stepped outside the house and closed the door behind her, joining Waverider on the front step. She was a strongly built woman of northern European heritage wearing the standard issue dark blue uniform, her badge and radio hung off the shoulders of her bullet proof vest and a pair of dark aviators were tucked into the vest covering the letter “o” in the white “Police” printed on her front. “I’m Detective Sergeant Veras of Freedom City PD.” Veras faced Waverider so she could read her lips clearly. Waverider realized she took longer to pronounce parts of certain words, a mark of a southern accent. Her grip tightened on her dark blue peaked cap. “Some creature came out of the sewers and grabbed the child through the window here.” Veras used her peak cap to motion to the hole in the window. “Crawled back down there with him.” She then motioned to the open sewer grate that was enclosed in yellow tape. “You understand me?” She slid the peaked cap over her closely cropped blond hair and put her hands on her hips.

ArchAngel is going to use move object to push one of Miss Sands security into the other.

This is bad! ArchAngel looked around her, the faces of the crowd were twisted into masks of rage. She could sense Miss Sands being cornered by her two now infuriated bouncers. She did not have to rely on her danger sense or psychic awareness to know that she was in trouble, her mental defenses would have protected her from the DJ’s music and that made her a target. “Righteous!” ArchAngel levitated out of the crowd quickly and flew over their heads towards Miss Sands, she furrowed her brow and focused on one of the bouncers. She was going to try and make him go flying into the other, hopefully taking two birds out with one stone.

Initiative: 1d20 2 Willsave: 1d20+10 23 I'm going to post tomorrow!

A robot! ArchAngel was shocked, the DJ looked so life like. She tightened her fists and was tempted to send him flying through a wall. This must be the troll! She did not send him flying, she realized she did not have all the pieces to this puzzle. She did not understand what he was after just yet or if anyone else was working with him. Where was Hyperactive? She mused. She kept her disguise up and stayed with one half of the crowd as they parted leaving a walkway to the stage for Miss Sands. She decided to warn her. “I am ArchAngel, I’m here to protect you. Do not approach the stage. You need to shut down the party and get all of your guests out.” She sent a telepathic message to Miss Sands, she hoped it would work. Her primary goal was to avoid any innocent casualties.

There was a small crowd forming on the other side of the street, they were being interviewed en mass by the two police officers who passed by Waverider earlier. There was another police car in front of the house Waverider was knocking on the door of. There was a large broken window leading into this home’s living room to the left of Waverider, the edges of the glass were marked with a black slime. There was a trail of ooze leading from the broken window to an open manhole cover enclosed by yellow police tape in the centre of the street. Waverider could see into the home using her tactile senses. One detective was interviewing a sobbing woman while another paced talking on a cell phone. When Waverider knocked the three people inside stopped moving and the detective who was on her cell phone came to the front door. She swung it open and looked at Waverider, taking her in, costume and all, before reading the held note. “Waverider? I’ve never heard of you.” She said, eyeing the Claremont student with some curiosity. The detective didn’t carry herself defensively, she was probably used to working with costumed heroes.

OOC for this.

May 11 Wednesday 2017 7:15 PM Bayview, Freedom City The sun was setting on Freedom City, but it was the Bayview waterfront that received particular attention. The warm red glow of the sun was reflecting off of the tranquil ocean surface, it basked the rising residences and streets in restful splendor. This peaceful illumination was matched by an unusual heat for spring, it felt like an early summer to most. The unusually warm evening was made pleasant by a warm breeze, that lofted up from the ocean and took the smells of late dinners out from the open windows of Bayview dining rooms and into the street. Naomi found herself on foot taking a set of streets she’d hardly been down back to Claremont. The usual towering opulent houses had given way to rows of smaller homes, cute yards with waist high fences and rectangular backyards filled with children toys and hanging clothes. The night was quiet, and while the night was always quiet for Naomi, this particular evening she felt hardly a vibration. A steady pulse of the water running underneath her in the pipes below, the pitter patter of tiny foot steps on the sidewalk as two children ran by her. The reverberations of their laughter gliding through the warm spring air. The regular stillness of it all was interrupted by two screeching thuds on the pavement blocks behind her, she could feel the roar of the sirens on her skin before the blue and red lights cast a silhouette of her as they passed by. The marked white and blue mustang that read Freedom City Police slowed down and veered right taking the next street up. It slowed to a stop out of sight and two heavy individuals got out and slammed their car doors. Without being able to see the situation on the street ahead of her, she could feel the wailing cries of a singular woman piercing the air and a slow hum of many people muttering, accompanied by the gruff tones of authorities and a whispering sense of foreboding that spread like a radial cloud from the center of the scene.

Annie walked with Sharon following her and listening intently. Her ears perked up and she paid attention when Sharon asked about her divine-nature. “Yes I am an Arch Angel, but I was born here on earth so I don’t know what heaven is like.” She stated matter of factly trying to pre-empt certain criticisms. She was wary of Sharon, she wanted to be friends with her but Sharon struck Annie as a skeptic. Sharon’s second question caught Annie off-guard. “Uhm, no it’s not true. Sorry. I have a will and an identity. Sometimes God communicates with me, but I’m not an ‘impersonal em-an-ation’.” Annie twisted her face ever so slightly, a display signaling mild offense. She wanted to change the subject and quickly. “Where do your powers come from Sharon? Were you born a super-genius?” Annie kicked a pebble down the hill as they walked, the pebble bounced left and right erratically, all before falling off the sidewalk into the street and then into the mouth of a storm drain, which swallowed the pebble whole.

ArchAngel is going to try and get into the DJ's head!

She must be wearing something to protect her mind, or maybe she has a latent metahuman ability. Who is her father? I wonder if he received a similar threat from the ‘Troll’. ArchAngel pondered the situation, she did not like the fact that there were gunmen on the sidelines who were watching for trouble. She was afraid that some of these innocent kids would get hurt, this situation could get out of hand very quickly if the Troll made his move. What was the Troll’s game plan? He alerted everyone, the father, the two superheroes, he must know that there would be a response. Maybe he was planning on it. ArchAngel was standing in the crowd of dancing teens and flashing lights, her eyes went from watching the crowd to resting on the DJ. It was hard to get a good look at him, his was the last unusual mind in the room. Was he another Superhero in disguise? More security? Was he part of the threat? ArchAngel maneuvered through the dancing crowd to get closer to the DJ. She wanted be closer to him, if he was a threat she’d like the chance to put herself between him and the crowd. “Hyperactive, Miss Sands is being guarded by two bouncers. All of this security was hired by her father. I’m not picking up any mental activity from the DJ. Be on guard.” ArchAngel sent a telepathic message HyperActive’s way. When she got as close to the DJ as she reasonably could in the crowd, she put her hands up in the area with the rest of the partiers and began to hypnotically rise and fall to the music. Never taking her eyes off his elusive figure she proceeded to probe his mind, if it existed, for an identity.

Power Check: 1d20+10 15

Wow, she’s strong. Annie nodded along with Casey’s concerns. Although the absurdity of what she said quickly sunk in, Annie was not used to Claremont students or their wide range of talents yet. “Wait! Did you say you have a pilots license? How did you get one of those? Aren’t you my age?” Annie asked a spitfire of questions dumbfounded, she was trying to wrap her head around Casey. She wished she would keep any other reasons why she was better than Annie to herself. When a snap of someone’s fingers caused her to turn around abruptly. “Uhm, That was rude!” She stated matter of factly at Naomi, her usual shyness cut away by abrupt irritation, she appeared exhausted and on edge. She then proceeded to read the notepad Naomi was holding up and turned a kind of reddish pink color. “Oh-my-god-I-am-so-sorry. I didn’t know you were deaf. Can you understand me?” She spoke with speed and shame, stumbling around her attempt to socialize with Naomi. It might be apparent to Naomi, that Annie had never spoken to a deaf person before. Annie took the stack of sheets from Jeremy Joseph, she looked down at them frustrated.

ArchAngel is going to try and probe the mind of the woman who had the shimmering mind and had person bodyguards, looking to find out who she is.

“It’s okay…” She didn’t want to probe any deeper into Hyperactive’s mind, but she had the feeling he might of been thinking something much ruder than what he relayed to her. She learned that beyond finding out if someone was trustworthy their private thoughts were best kept to themselves, people thought all kinds of things and probing into their minds was a great way to wind up hurt, in more ways than one. She made a mental note of his mention of colleagues, that was something she would follow up on when the situation allowed it. She had more pressing matters to attend to. “Hold on, there is a woman here who might be Miss Sands. Let me check.” ArchAngel turned her attention towards the young woman with the shimmering mind being flanked by security. She gulped, she had never seen a mind like this one before. She did not know whether it was just protected or something else entirely and she was anxious. She steadied her posture in the crowd of dancing teenagers and twenty-somethings and extended her piercing mental gaze into the mind of the young woman, she was looking to find out who she was.

Annie moved back and forth to the repressive 2/2 beat and electronic distortion, she was pensive. She was glad another hero had joined her, and that boosted her confidence, but she still didn’t fully trust or have faith in Hyperactive’s abilities… Although she didn’t sense any reason not to trust Hyperactive when she probed his mind, he appeared to be a good man. She acknowledged that if it weren’t for her abilities, that she probably wouldn’t trust anyone. She made a decision, she was going to work with this Speedster. “I am here for the same reason HyperActive, I am sorry that you’d rather talk in person… but this is much safer. In time we can talk face to face.” The voice echoed inside of Hyperactive’s mind, it felt softer than before, more feminine. Annie felt a connection with the young man, that always happened when she looked into someone’s mind. She couldn’t resist empathizing, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of Professor Psion’s invasive psychic presence. “I’m ArchAngel. What do you know about this super villain? I’m here because I got a text on my Iphone.” She sent another psychic message and afterwords prayed it didn’t make her look like a rank amatuer.

Oh this is awesome! Thanks for GMing Kolohehonu. Annie is going to use communication with Hyperactive and then after he answers read Hyperactive's mind. The DC is 20 will.

There was a lot of security in this place, maybe they knew they were being targeted by this ‘Troll’ or maybe they were the trolls. Annie felt off balance amidst the sea of people, she felt adrift in the situation and confused. How do people even enjoy these ~things~? She wondered frustrated by the roar of voices, the abyss like infinity of feelings and thoughts. The voices were alone were enough, but there was so much static below the surface here. She was pushed back and forth in the moving of the crowd as she pushed herself through to the dance floor. I should… try to blend in, I guess. She pulled her orange bandana over her mouth and nose. Her current costume, a hoodie and a colorful bandana was both convenient for poorly hiding her identity and a nifty rave get up. She swayed left and right to the lights and the oppressive beat, unable to avoid feeling a wave self consciousness. She eyed the drugs being passed around, and felt disgusted. She felt like she was sinking into this quagmire of sinners and sodomites. The fear that she alone would be singled out as someone with a pure heart terrified her. Righteous. This DJ has no mind, has he a soul? A chill crept up her spine and goosebumps extended along her arms. A most evil omen if there was one. She sensed the shimmering deflection of the fortified mind of a young woman being flanked by bodyguards. Huh.. could that be Miss Michelle Sands? She assumed that the party was the target of some Troll, she was expecting it to be a vain but harmless teenage affair, she wasn’t expecting the armed guards and defiant or empty minds. Am I in over my head? She then felt a cognitive blur, like a sentient hummingbird flowing through the crowd, displacing constantly. There was someone here moving so fast that they could be beyond the touch or sight of mortals. She looked around now, subtly peering through the crowd hoping to get a glance at whoever this was. This speedster, is he part of this parties extensive security? If that’s the case then why all the armed guards, if this individual could take them out in between a blink… Is he another super hero? Is he the ‘Troll’? She had to find out, she reached out to him, just with communication at first, but she decided to go deep. She couldn’t take any chances. “Who are you?” She asked telepathically her voice was both eery and strong, and then she was probing deeper into his mind, deeper into what lay below it, she had to understand what he was, and what made him tick.

Annie shifted on her feet slightly with her arms still crossed so she was facing the newcomer Casey. It was hard to not be struck by her effortless social skills and better than charming looks. Annie blinked at Casey with a mixture of curiosity and envy, but she then quickly recomposed herself to summon up a margin of her hidden courage. “hi…” She broke her crossed armed “social defense barrier” with a gentle wave and subtly bit her lip. Although Annie was taller than Casey she presented herself in a way as to occupy less space. “I’m Annie.” And then she did something even braver, she stuck her hand out abruptly in between the two of them before Casey could fill the divide between them with hers. What does she mean she can read pretty fast…? Annie thought, because she had already formed a few less than favorable assumptions about the pretty blonde haired teenager. In part to ease her low opinion of herself and in part from cultural stereotypes. Annie figured Casey was at Claremont for a reason but also assumed that it wasn’t for her intelligence. Unbeknownst to her Casey’s reading ability was from an altogether different source.

Once Annie reached the estate grounds she realized how big this party was going to be, the huge home was bursting with bright color and reverberating with intense music, she folded into an irregular stream of people walking into the mansion’s oak mouth. She was impressed and jealous, there was a security detail here checking people as they entered. Who the hell was ‘Miss’ Michelle Sands? Annie fumed silently as she waited in line, she had her own seventeenth birthday in an AEGIS safe house after her parents were killed. The burly and surly guardian of the Sands Mansion party, a bouncer in black, put up a hand as he relayed to Annie his mission. “I need to check you for weapons.” He said with perfunctory duty. Annie was a tall young woman and the bouncer towered over her. “No you don’t. I’m ‘good’.” She said softly, her hand flowed in front of her gently like she was channeling the force. She really didn’t want this bulking security guy touching her. “You’re good.” He affirmed and stepped aside. She entered briskly and was immediately stunned by the roaring noise, the endless lights and the masses of people. It was going to be next to impossible to find this real life Troll. On the upside, she was more blended in than ever. She pulled her grey hood over her brown head of hair and proceeded to wade through humans into the depths of the party. She was using her psychic senses and ESP to keep a watch of the entire party, she didn’t think it prudent to start randomly probing peoples minds but at least she could begin to search for something or someone out of place.

ArchAngel is going to mind control the security guard to let her in, I don't know if that should require a roll or not. I thought it might just be cool although unneeded as she doesn't have a weapon on her or anything. She's also going to use ESP+Supersenses(psychic blindsight) to look around for anything and keep track of the party. notice: 1d20+13 28

Annie Sage, psychic Claremont Student with delusions of grandeur sat on her bed, legs straight in front of her with her back stretched comfortably over her soft blue pillows. She was in her room at Claremont, a small private room with a window over looking the nearby woods at the far edge of the campus. It was a great view she found, perfect for quiet study or a reflection on god and classical music. A small slice of peace and heaven in her otherwise traumatic and erratic year. But it wasn’t the view she was contemplating this Friday evening, rarely did she have the time to enjoy it these troubled days. Her weekends had been consumed with an ever increasing hunger for justice, and satiating that hunger came an ever increasing reputation, over the past few weeks ArchAngel was making a name for herself as a new Hero in the Freedom City Superhero scene. It was only a matter of time before some villain singled her out to make a name for him or herself, probably another new comer looking to establish themselves as she had not crossed paths with anyone who wore a costume or had a cool lair. It was when she was deepest in her thoughts that her phone chirped. She pulled it out of her back pocket, it was her light grey Iphone. Oh! This is the wrong phone. She thought, surprised. Someone was trying to contact her on the mobile phone she got specifically for the use of her super ego ArchAngel. The public personification of her private secret, that she was an Angel sent here to earth to right the wrongs of the wicked! Her super hero mobile phone was a matching bright gold Iphone. Much to her dismay no one had contacted her personally since she started super-heroing, she felt like her lack of popularity stretched from one life to the other. This was the first time someone reached out to her and she couldn’t help but be excited when she opened up the message. Yo n00b, We been watching. You probably think you're pretty great huh? Well guess what? You wrong lol. Anyways, we're gonna pull off a crime so 1337 you won't be able to stop us. You mad bro? So n00b you wanna try and stop us? Party on Aspen Drive, gonna be someone's last birthday. Try to stop our mad skillz. We dare you. Gonna pwn you, TR011 She clenched her phone infuriated, she was indeed mad at the Troll. She was ArchAngel and she did not like being trolled, she spent the last few weeks beating up bank robbers saving cats from burning buildings and the rest. Who was this trickster? She wanted to dismiss the insult off hand, she’d like to believe someone who’d single her out might have some suaveness or ability, but she needed to treat this threat seriously, regardless of the issuers lack of class or tact. She sighed, sometimes she felt so out of place in her generation. She couldn’t wait to grow up. She pressed her finger on the smart phone glass and opened up the attached link. Huh… So close. This address was just about a mile away, she could fly over there in a heartbeat. She decided that whoever had sent her this threat may know who she is, or at least that she was a Claremont Student. She got up from her bed and slipped on her white sneakers that were always tied, she grabbed a new grey zip up hoody she purchased recently and tied an orange bandana around her neck. There was an ever growing need for a costume, especially if she was going to avoid getting trolled in the future. She fumbled with her one window for a moment before getting it open and then took flight. She used her telepathy to conceal herself from onlookers, but in all likeliness the Claremont security system had been picking her up for weeks now. She flew low, just over trees and houses. Thirty or forty feet above civilians in their backyards cooking barbecue, her concealing ability working wonders. She landed a block from the Aspen Street mansion, easing her psionic focus away from her concealment powers so she appeared again as herself. She would approach the party on foot.

ArchAngel Driving Him Through A Wall (1)

Annie was fabulously curious at the prospect of going to another dimension, she’d missed the field trip earlier in the year and was super excited at the prospect of joining Sharon on her latest adventure. Annie’s late nights of crime fighting under the mantle of ArchAngel, while deeply gratifying as it was fulfilling her true purpose in life, were exhausting her. The stress of saving innocent lives and the violence of going toe to toe with numerous bad guys had started to take it’s toll. The extra dimensional adventure with Sharon offered the promise of real fun and excitement somewhere away from the consequences and reality of crime fighting in Freedom City. She arrived late, with her self only and joined the crowd of her fellow students, she felt a tinge of jealousy at Sharon’s popularity. Sharon and Annie had passed by a time or two in the halls and had even shared a class together, Annie was consistently blown away by her intellect and ability to manufacture objects that were closer to magic than to science. When Sharon with her usual charm invited poor Annie to witness the revealing of a piece of super science, Annie gladly accepted. But on the short walk over from Claremont Academy grounds she felt the sinister grasp of social anxiety take hold, it gripped her stomach like bad food. The crowd dispersed at the failed experiment, and it was that mild failure of Sharon the genius that really made Annie adore her. Her disappointment of the failure itself was out weighed by the idea that Sharon was capable of failure. She had such an idealized version of Sharon in her mind that it took some time to process it all. That was what kept Annie stuck in place as her fellow students, who were mostly strangers to her anyways, departed. Annie who now had some words jumbled together with her desire for friendship stuck in her throat, stared at Sharon awkwardly. Sharon beat her to the punch, extending a tender offer of sharing her afternoon plans with Annie. Annie cleared the hesitation from her throat. “Uhm, yeah totally.” She said with her usual timidness in these situations. “What.. what did you have in mind?” A shy smile accompanied the inquiry.