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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1490254/ Captain Wonder has a...27! I rolled a natural 20! http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1490254/ Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is the speed of Shu...

Mwahaha! 8-)

Mwahaha! 8-)

Mwahaha! 8-)

I'm OK with that, if you guys don't mind showing up a little late to the party. After all, Atum-Ra wouldn't have needed to summon Captain Wonder again if Emissary and Celestia were both right there. EDIT: OK, hop on in! Righteously angry teen and veteran heroes plus Nazis should be fun for all.

I'm OK with that, if you guys don't mind showing up a little late to the party. After all, Atum-Ra wouldn't have needed to summon Captain Wonder again if Emissary and Celestia were both right there. EDIT: OK, hop on in! Righteously angry teen and veteran heroes plus Nazis should be fun for all.

I'm OK with that, if you guys don't mind showing up a little late to the party. After all, Atum-Ra wouldn't have needed to summon Captain Wonder again if Emissary and Celestia were both right there. EDIT: OK, hop on in! Righteously angry teen and veteran heroes plus Nazis should be fun for all.

"I..." Fred looks down at liver-spotted hands, and remembers it all. The joy of flying, the thrill of victory over terrible enemies. He'd loved every moment of it. But the world has changed so much since the days of Captain Wonder; so many friends have died, so much has changed about right and wrong and good and evil in the world of the 21st century. Fifty-five years... Fred remembers his wives; his kids and grandkids, the joys and sorrows of being a husband and father three times over. He remembers his dead friends too; Mark and Alexander and all the rest, dead and gone with their virtue intact. And he remembers his own parents, who lived and died without ever knowing their son had been the greatest hero of the city of Memphis. What finally settles it isn't the mighty god before him, or even the memory of the people in Riverside park. He remembers Mark Leeds, his best friend, the last night he saw him alive. It was 1986; and Mark, a new widower, had come to his old friend's house after being driven out of Freedom City by the Moore Act. Fred, himself recently divorced for the third time, had asked Mark why he still wore the uniform. The Centurion couldn't even visit his own wife's grave in Freedom City, and was likely to be booed by the mayor's goons if he showed up on the wrong day. Why keep fighting? It doesn't matter if the people reject you, or even if they've lost their way entirely. What matters is that you know what's right, and that you teach them to value truth and justice again. The memories pass through Fred's head in a moment. He has only one answer for Atum-Ra, and that answer is a single word. "SHIM-RA!"

"I..." Fred looks down at liver-spotted hands, and remembers it all. The joy of flying, the thrill of victory over terrible enemies. He'd loved every moment of it. But the world has changed so much since the days of Captain Wonder; so many friends have died, so much has changed about right and wrong and good and evil in the world of the 21st century. Fifty-five years... Fred remembers his wives; his kids and grandkids, the joys and sorrows of being a husband and father three times over. He remembers his dead friends too; Mark and Alexander and all the rest, dead and gone with their virtue intact. And he remembers his own parents, who lived and died without ever knowing their son had been the greatest hero of the city of Memphis. What finally settles it isn't the mighty god before him, or even the memory of the people in Riverside park. He remembers Mark Leeds, his best friend, the last night he saw him alive. It was 1986; and Mark, a new widower, had come to his old friend's house after being driven out of Freedom City by the Moore Act. Fred, himself recently divorced for the third time, had asked Mark why he still wore the uniform. The Centurion couldn't even visit his own wife's grave in Freedom City, and was likely to be booed by the mayor's goons if he showed up on the wrong day. Why keep fighting? It doesn't matter if the people reject you, or even if they've lost their way entirely. What matters is that you know what's right, and that you teach them to value truth and justice again. The memories pass through Fred's head in a moment. He has only one answer for Atum-Ra, and that answer is a single word. "SHIM-RA!"

"I..." Fred looks down at liver-spotted hands, and remembers it all. The joy of flying, the thrill of victory over terrible enemies. He'd loved every moment of it. But the world has changed so much since the days of Captain Wonder; so many friends have died, so much has changed about right and wrong and good and evil in the world of the 21st century. Fifty-five years... Fred remembers his wives; his kids and grandkids, the joys and sorrows of being a husband and father three times over. He remembers his dead friends too; Mark and Alexander and all the rest, dead and gone with their virtue intact. And he remembers his own parents, who lived and died without ever knowing their son had been the greatest hero of the city of Memphis. What finally settles it isn't the mighty god before him, or even the memory of the people in Riverside park. He remembers Mark Leeds, his best friend, the last night he saw him alive. It was 1986; and Mark, a new widower, had come to his old friend's house after being driven out of Freedom City by the Moore Act. Fred, himself recently divorced for the third time, had asked Mark why he still wore the uniform. The Centurion couldn't even visit his own wife's grave in Freedom City, and was likely to be booed by the mayor's goons if he showed up on the wrong day. Why keep fighting? It doesn't matter if the people reject you, or even if they've lost their way entirely. What matters is that you know what's right, and that you teach them to value truth and justice again. The memories pass through Fred's head in a moment. He has only one answer for Atum-Ra, and that answer is a single word. "SHIM-RA!"

Hey, it's all good! Fred has been out of the game for longer than most superheroes have been alive; his reflexes aren't always perfect. And man, this scene activates a huge number of his complications, as good 'origin' stories should!

Hey, it's all good! Fred has been out of the game for longer than most superheroes have been alive; his reflexes aren't always perfect. And man, this scene activates a huge number of his complications, as good 'origin' stories should!

Hey, it's all good! Fred has been out of the game for longer than most superheroes have been alive; his reflexes aren't always perfect. And man, this scene activates a huge number of his complications, as good 'origin' stories should!

His heart already pounding in his chest at the sight of the super-battle, Fred's tongue briefly sticks to the roof of his mouth in shock at the sight of this room. It's all happening again; it's all happening again...Vividly, he remembers the first time he saw it as a boy, when mighty Atum-Ra gave him the power of Captain Wonder. And he remembers the last time as well, when he tore the pyramid from his chest and vowed never again to take upon the powers of a god. Remembering those moments make Fred's brief stab of fear fade, and he faces the leader of the Ogdoad with respect rather than terror. After all, he's been here before. "Mighty Atum-Ra! I stand before you as a man," he calls, his reedy voice echoing on hieroglyphic walls that stretch up into eternity above him. "The people below, they need your succor! Why do you summon me, and not those who need your aid?" With a dawning surety, Fred knows the answer to that. But he is too proud to beg, not when he's said the words he's already said. Would it be so dangerous? Just long enough to save those people, and get those maniacs away from the park...

His heart already pounding in his chest at the sight of the super-battle, Fred's tongue briefly sticks to the roof of his mouth in shock at the sight of this room. It's all happening again; it's all happening again...Vividly, he remembers the first time he saw it as a boy, when mighty Atum-Ra gave him the power of Captain Wonder. And he remembers the last time as well, when he tore the pyramid from his chest and vowed never again to take upon the powers of a god. Remembering those moments make Fred's brief stab of fear fade, and he faces the leader of the Ogdoad with respect rather than terror. After all, he's been here before. "Mighty Atum-Ra! I stand before you as a man," he calls, his reedy voice echoing on hieroglyphic walls that stretch up into eternity above him. "The people below, they need your succor! Why do you summon me, and not those who need your aid?" With a dawning surety, Fred knows the answer to that. But he is too proud to beg, not when he's said the words he's already said. Would it be so dangerous? Just long enough to save those people, and get those maniacs away from the park...

His heart already pounding in his chest at the sight of the super-battle, Fred's tongue briefly sticks to the roof of his mouth in shock at the sight of this room. It's all happening again; it's all happening again...Vividly, he remembers the first time he saw it as a boy, when mighty Atum-Ra gave him the power of Captain Wonder. And he remembers the last time as well, when he tore the pyramid from his chest and vowed never again to take upon the powers of a god. Remembering those moments make Fred's brief stab of fear fade, and he faces the leader of the Ogdoad with respect rather than terror. After all, he's been here before. "Mighty Atum-Ra! I stand before you as a man," he calls, his reedy voice echoing on hieroglyphic walls that stretch up into eternity above him. "The people below, they need your succor! Why do you summon me, and not those who need your aid?" With a dawning surety, Fred knows the answer to that. But he is too proud to beg, not when he's said the words he's already said. Would it be so dangerous? Just long enough to save those people, and get those maniacs away from the park...

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488404/ 27 this time! Yeah, I think I'm doing OK...

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488404/ 27 this time! Yeah, I think I'm doing OK...

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488404/ 27 this time! Yeah, I think I'm doing OK...

Fred is feeling pretty good about himself when he sits back down, having indulged in two of his favorite activities for the day. Maybe later he'll get up and head back to his apartment in the West End; Fawcett and Batson's Freedom City office will be opening in the next few weeks, and the partner emeritus has been working overtime to make sure everything goes well. But now, he's feeling pretty comfortable. He lets his gaze follow the happy family as they walk away, thinking about better days in his own long life. And where is that noise coming from, anyway?

Fred is feeling pretty good about himself when he sits back down, having indulged in two of his favorite activities for the day. Maybe later he'll get up and head back to his apartment in the West End; Fawcett and Batson's Freedom City office will be opening in the next few weeks, and the partner emeritus has been working overtime to make sure everything goes well. But now, he's feeling pretty comfortable. He lets his gaze follow the happy family as they walk away, thinking about better days in his own long life. And where is that noise coming from, anyway?

Fred is feeling pretty good about himself when he sits back down, having indulged in two of his favorite activities for the day. Maybe later he'll get up and head back to his apartment in the West End; Fawcett and Batson's Freedom City office will be opening in the next few weeks, and the partner emeritus has been working overtime to make sure everything goes well. But now, he's feeling pretty comfortable. He lets his gaze follow the happy family as they walk away, thinking about better days in his own long life. And where is that noise coming from, anyway?

"The heroes today just aren't the same," Fred agrees. "They do some fine, fine work, I'll give them that, but..." He shakes his head. "Look at that new Siren! Here you have a lady who's the Queen of the Seas, and she fights crime in a bikini! What kind of example is that for the kids these days? Now that new Lady Liberty, she's all right, and Johnny Rocket too. They're both living up to some proud names." He opts not to mention her outburst. After all, when the Centurion died, he cried too. He could have held forth for a while more on his views on superheroes, but his grandkids are his other favorite topic of conversation. "My grandkids? They're my son Fred Jr's kids; William and Mary." Like a good grandfather, he reaches into his wallet to produce pictures of the smiling black-haired twins. "They're both turned thirteen this year. They're smart kids, they got a scholarship to that Claremont Academy." (OOC: 26 on the Notice check. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488084/)

"The heroes today just aren't the same," Fred agrees. "They do some fine, fine work, I'll give them that, but..." He shakes his head. "Look at that new Siren! Here you have a lady who's the Queen of the Seas, and she fights crime in a bikini! What kind of example is that for the kids these days? Now that new Lady Liberty, she's all right, and Johnny Rocket too. They're both living up to some proud names." He opts not to mention her outburst. After all, when the Centurion died, he cried too. He could have held forth for a while more on his views on superheroes, but his grandkids are his other favorite topic of conversation. "My grandkids? They're my son Fred Jr's kids; William and Mary." Like a good grandfather, he reaches into his wallet to produce pictures of the smiling black-haired twins. "They're both turned thirteen this year. They're smart kids, they got a scholarship to that Claremont Academy." (OOC: 26 on the Notice check. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488084/)

"The heroes today just aren't the same," Fred agrees. "They do some fine, fine work, I'll give them that, but..." He shakes his head. "Look at that new Siren! Here you have a lady who's the Queen of the Seas, and she fights crime in a bikini! What kind of example is that for the kids these days? Now that new Lady Liberty, she's all right, and Johnny Rocket too. They're both living up to some proud names." He opts not to mention her outburst. After all, when the Centurion died, he cried too. He could have held forth for a while more on his views on superheroes, but his grandkids are his other favorite topic of conversation. "My grandkids? They're my son Fred Jr's kids; William and Mary." Like a good grandfather, he reaches into his wallet to produce pictures of the smiling black-haired twins. "They're both turned thirteen this year. They're smart kids, they got a scholarship to that Claremont Academy." (OOC: 26 on the Notice check. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1488084/)