Gaea

yeah... that's fine

yeah... that's fine

yeah... that's fine

Seth set the car down more or less without thinking, as the skyward boom captured all of his attention. Seth felt tingles shoot up and down his body. It was so easy to take what he could do for granted. So easy to be, more or less blaze about the whole metahuman thing. Most of the world were inspired when a man in tights descended on them to save the day, or purport some great villainy. But not Seth. He had direct experience in such matters. Not much. But some. And he had a fantastic imagination. He could play out scenarios in his head that rivaled the holodeck from Star Trek. Seth didn't impress easy. But Seth was blown away. It was THE Centurion. That man was hero, was legend, was everything...on a whole other level. "Later you two" he directed at the Monkey-man and the Chick in the Car. He pulled himself into the sky without even rationalizing it, and kinda flew in the Centurion's wake for the briefest of seconds. He got another really good look at the city. It wasn't his Freedom city, but it almost looked like a sketch of it. Incomplete, but the form was there. It was then and there that Seth began to entertain the idea that he might be in a different time. The Centurion was proof positive. He was sometime in the past. And Logically so were the villains he had faced down at his last waking memory. The possibility of Temporal Pollution was terrifying. There were a couple of schools of thought on Temporal Mechanics. Seth personally believed in a multiverse, but that was neither here nor there. The possibility of endless branching timelines was not a good one. Seth has to find the villains. He took further to the sky, and began to search for signs of trouble. If need be he would find someone from the Freedom League, and fill them in on what little he could.

Seth set the car down more or less without thinking, as the skyward boom captured all of his attention. Seth felt tingles shoot up and down his body. It was so easy to take what he could do for granted. So easy to be, more or less blaze about the whole metahuman thing. Most of the world were inspired when a man in tights descended on them to save the day, or purport some great villainy. But not Seth. He had direct experience in such matters. Not much. But some. And he had a fantastic imagination. He could play out scenarios in his head that rivaled the holodeck from Star Trek. Seth didn't impress easy. But Seth was blown away. It was THE Centurion. That man was hero, was legend, was everything...on a whole other level. "Later you two" he directed at the Monkey-man and the Chick in the Car. He pulled himself into the sky without even rationalizing it, and kinda flew in the Centurion's wake for the briefest of seconds. He got another really good look at the city. It wasn't his Freedom city, but it almost looked like a sketch of it. Incomplete, but the form was there. It was then and there that Seth began to entertain the idea that he might be in a different time. The Centurion was proof positive. He was sometime in the past. And Logically so were the villains he had faced down at his last waking memory. The possibility of Temporal Pollution was terrifying. There were a couple of schools of thought on Temporal Mechanics. Seth personally believed in a multiverse, but that was neither here nor there. The possibility of endless branching timelines was not a good one. Seth has to find the villains. He took further to the sky, and began to search for signs of trouble. If need be he would find someone from the Freedom League, and fill them in on what little he could.

Seth set the car down more or less without thinking, as the skyward boom captured all of his attention. Seth felt tingles shoot up and down his body. It was so easy to take what he could do for granted. So easy to be, more or less blaze about the whole metahuman thing. Most of the world were inspired when a man in tights descended on them to save the day, or purport some great villainy. But not Seth. He had direct experience in such matters. Not much. But some. And he had a fantastic imagination. He could play out scenarios in his head that rivaled the holodeck from Star Trek. Seth didn't impress easy. But Seth was blown away. It was THE Centurion. That man was hero, was legend, was everything...on a whole other level. "Later you two" he directed at the Monkey-man and the Chick in the Car. He pulled himself into the sky without even rationalizing it, and kinda flew in the Centurion's wake for the briefest of seconds. He got another really good look at the city. It wasn't his Freedom city, but it almost looked like a sketch of it. Incomplete, but the form was there. It was then and there that Seth began to entertain the idea that he might be in a different time. The Centurion was proof positive. He was sometime in the past. And Logically so were the villains he had faced down at his last waking memory. The possibility of Temporal Pollution was terrifying. There were a couple of schools of thought on Temporal Mechanics. Seth personally believed in a multiverse, but that was neither here nor there. The possibility of endless branching timelines was not a good one. Seth has to find the villains. He took further to the sky, and began to search for signs of trouble. If need be he would find someone from the Freedom League, and fill them in on what little he could.

Seth saw Megan and some other girl kind of looking in his direction, and well, after his father's death stare he was feeling a little sheepish. He made his way on over to the two girls "Hello Megan. It's always a pleasure. I'm afraid I don't know you however. I'm Seth. Sorry about that scene over there. I just can't stand people being that rude. I know I probably looked like a jerk." Seth ran his hand through his hair.

Seth saw Megan and some other girl kind of looking in his direction, and well, after his father's death stare he was feeling a little sheepish. He made his way on over to the two girls "Hello Megan. It's always a pleasure. I'm afraid I don't know you however. I'm Seth. Sorry about that scene over there. I just can't stand people being that rude. I know I probably looked like a jerk." Seth ran his hand through his hair.

Seth saw Megan and some other girl kind of looking in his direction, and well, after his father's death stare he was feeling a little sheepish. He made his way on over to the two girls "Hello Megan. It's always a pleasure. I'm afraid I don't know you however. I'm Seth. Sorry about that scene over there. I just can't stand people being that rude. I know I probably looked like a jerk." Seth ran his hand through his hair.

Those in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. If you want to teach me how to rip off stylistic elements from composers with actual talent and mash them together poorly, I suppose I could learn to suck! , Basil. Seth waited for him to throw his musical stone.

Those in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. If you want to teach me how to rip off stylistic elements from composers with actual talent and mash them together poorly, I suppose I could learn to suck! , Basil. Seth waited for him to throw his musical stone.

Those in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. If you want to teach me how to rip off stylistic elements from composers with actual talent and mash them together poorly, I suppose I could learn to suck! , Basil. Seth waited for him to throw his musical stone.

I'm going to wait to post until later tonight. If I don't get an answer on what i know about him musically....I'll just assume general knowledge

I'm going to wait to post until later tonight. If I don't get an answer on what i know about him musically....I'll just assume general knowledge

I'm going to wait to post until later tonight. If I don't get an answer on what i know about him musically....I'll just assume general knowledge

RJ thought to himself, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I wasn't being that obtuse. I meant us. Freedom City's R.J., and Sean, and Lily, and Bails." From the shocked look on the faces of his new friends..perhaps it was very loud.

RJ thought to himself, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I wasn't being that obtuse. I meant us. Freedom City's R.J., and Sean, and Lily, and Bails." From the shocked look on the faces of his new friends..perhaps it was very loud.

RJ thought to himself, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I wasn't being that obtuse. I meant us. Freedom City's R.J., and Sean, and Lily, and Bails." From the shocked look on the faces of his new friends..perhaps it was very loud.

I'd prefer that you write up your actions IC up to the attack rolls and then let me take it from there.

I'd prefer that you write up your actions IC up to the attack rolls and then let me take it from there.

I'd prefer that you write up your actions IC up to the attack rolls and then let me take it from there.

The guard shack is a small unassuming structure. Built right into the gate. It sits 2 somewhat crampedly. The guard at the computer may be watching videos on youtube. It's hard to tell. The other guard is sleeping? It could just be a really long blink. No, he's sleeping. One door is all that separates you from them. Course there is really large red button. It probably sets off the alarms.

The guard shack is a small unassuming structure. Built right into the gate. It sits 2 somewhat crampedly. The guard at the computer may be watching videos on youtube. It's hard to tell. The other guard is sleeping? It could just be a really long blink. No, he's sleeping. One door is all that separates you from them. Course there is really large red button. It probably sets off the alarms.

The guard shack is a small unassuming structure. Built right into the gate. It sits 2 somewhat crampedly. The guard at the computer may be watching videos on youtube. It's hard to tell. The other guard is sleeping? It could just be a really long blink. No, he's sleeping. One door is all that separates you from them. Course there is really large red button. It probably sets off the alarms.

Cyrith You are up.