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  1. Archeville rose from his crouched position and smiled weakly at Aquaria. Glad to see things had ended on a non-bloody note. And then those inhuman notes issued forth from her throat, and his face froze, then his smile twisted into a grimace. His breaths came quick & shallow, his blood pressure climbed as his heart raced, his vision dimmed, his limbs felt like rubber. Just when he thought he'd gotten a handle on things, on being in the presence of a Deep One, the sight and the smell, her singing -- which reminded him so much of the ululations of the Deep Ones who had rallied under him, chanted war songs in his name, sang praises to the new age R'K'Vll would bring -- brought on another panic attack. Fortunately, Vale had placed a hand on his shoulder just as the worst hit, and the song was brief, so he didn't collapse completely. He stood hunched over, hands on his knees, taking slow, deep breaths. "I... I would be... interested... in seeing those... workups," he struggled, trying to remain calm and clinical.
  2. Davyd took half a step back as Corrine advanced, but her soothing tone convinced him it was okay. His body tingled as her energies washed over him, restoring -- forcing -- him to his original form. He was as shocked as everyone else appeared to be at his powers, "Wow! So I guess I know what your thing is -- you help others, yes? Some sort of empath, a healer?" He looked to the rest, "What about the rest of you? I sort-of know what Lady Liberty can do." He looked sheepishly at Ashley, "ah, sorry. I will remember to give you all warning next time." He turned to Judy and nodded enthusiastically, "I think so, yes! I can do more -- do you want to see?," he asked, eying a basket of fruit on a counter several dozen feet away. He turned back to Ashley -- or, rather, his head did a 180 to face Ashley while his body remained still. "See, I asked this ti- uh oh..." He turned his head back around, and turned his eyes down, "sorry."
  3. "Oh yeah, I heard 'bout them dolphins," he replied to Aquaria, nodding solemnly. "Helped a few divers an' marine biologists along the East coast, they told me stories." An' some of those stories involved critters what looked like you, Miss Froggy. A Mutt approached Aquaria, looked back to Dead Head one more time, then back to her, and allowed her to pet him. Dead Head shrugged, but kept an eye on her for a bit. It took a moment for Revenant's words to register, and to see the bullethole-shaped scar she was showing. "Pardon? Ooh, wow, that's a keeper! Least you can hide it, if'n yer so inclined." He nodded, "an' that's a damn fine mindset! Yes, focus on the present, an' the future!" He walked up to Aquaria, keeping one eye on her, and patted his dog -- which appeared to be mix of Mastiff, Newfoundland, and Saint Bernard -- on the rump, "A Mutt's here one'a Legba's Hounds. Ain't sure what breed he is, 'xactly, or if'n that even applies to 'im. 'E ain't a ghost, if'n yer wonderin', since 'e was never alive, never flesh an' blood like we was -- 'e's always been a spirit."
  4. Archeville took a step back, eyes wide in near-panic. Steady, steady, stay calm, she's not going to attack you... probably. Not the reaction I was expecting. Looks like I touched a nerve, there -- I'll keep that in mind. He re-composed himself, and crouched a bit, holding up his hands defensively, in supplication. "I am sorry, Aquaria, truly. Clearly my question has upset you, and that was not my intent. I should not have asked such personal questions so soon after meeting you, and that question, I see now that I should not have asked at all. I had only asked because," he shook his head, "no, no, it does not matter why. All that matters is that I offended you, and again, I apologize. If there is anything I can do to make up for this, please, let me know, and I shall try my best to make amends." What a strange, strange day this has been.
  5. Archeville nodded along, not expecting to learn that much about Deep One young, but fascinated nonetheless. Makes sense for a predatory species. But sharks eat their young -- do they do the same? What are the survival rates? And their rate or, and susceptibility to, mutations? Could Aquaria herself be a mutant, with a brain and neurochemistry just slightly different enough to get her to think differently from her fellows? Ah, no, that can be dangerous, thinking revolutionaries are mutants who were born different. And yet, if the Deep Ones do have a quasi-hive mind, then a mutation to one's brain might be necessary for her to hav- And then her question threw him. "Well, I... that is, I have not attempted to since my change into this form. Before my change, I had, many times. Well, performed the act, that is, with women and men and other, but never produced any offspring." He sensed a moment to examine another aspect of Deep One society. "Have you and Singularity, or you and Jessie...?," he asked, while raising one hand and crossing his index & middle fingers over each other.
  6. "Fascinating," he replied, both in response to the armor's origin and Aquaria's society. I was not expecting to learn so much about spacefaring organizations today, especially not from what - er, who I'm talking with! "Have any of these Spectrum Knights made it to Earth? And your friend, Bliss, does she come here, or is she only ever in space?" He wanted to talk more, learn more, about these topics, in part because of his future plans, and in part to get away from discussing Deep One society. And yet, he knew he must face those issues. After all, isn't learning the best way to dispel fear? "So... Dagon and Hydra teach that the weak must make themselves strong. That only the strong are fit to survive? That the strong do not help the weak? How are your children raised? Do they just fend for themselves, or does someone watch over them?"
  7. Davyd's blinked at Leroy's words. "Your dragon? Your dragon? Your dragon? Your dragon?!" He had expected to see some wonders today, but first Lady Liberty and now this?! "Where is he? Can I see him? Is he invisible? Or really tiny, hiding in your pocket?" Another question snatched his attention. "My thing? Oh, you mean my powers!" His features and form wavered a bit, and suddenly he was Lulu's twin sister. "I'm a shapeshifter!," Lulu's double said, in her voice. "There's still a lot I'm learning about it," Lulu said as she transitioned into a copy of Leroy, "but I think my work in theatrical makeup and costuming has helped me some." Leroy shifted and became Judy, "the doctor who helped me when my powers first manifested said I could theoretically turn into anyone, or anything," Corrine said, "which is really cool, because I loooove science fiction and horror movies, so I could imagine turning into something from those," Monica said, "could be a big help in scaring criminals!" Monica shifted again, but not back to any one form -- now it had Leroy's legs, Monica's torso, Judy's arms, Corrine's face, and Lulu's hair. "Uh... sometimes I get a bit mixed up, though..."
  8. Archeville gave a satisfied "hrm" as he looked over the sensors -- given all the bureaucratic difficulties he knew WEST faced, he'd not expected them to have tech quite this good! They must be getting more help than most realize... but from whom? After a few moments of checking and re-checking the readings, he turned to the team. "So the good news is, the portal's a bit closer than Dr. North indicated: 31.3 kilometres, as the raven flies. The bad news is, the terrain's rougher than Dr. North indicated: there are monstrously, impassably thick patches of jungle scattered about, possibly the result of Darwin X mutating some of the local flora. Maybe the result of an accidental leak, an incidental side effect, or maybe something intentionally put up by whoever's behind this, as added security. And, of course," he turned slightly and tapped on one of the monitors, "the portal is in the middle of one of the larger patches. Speaking of, the odd news: these scans shows some anomalies with the portal -- exotic particles coming off, and behaving in ways odd even for exotic particles -- but I cannot make out what these anomalies indicate. It could be that the portal's unstable, and is going to wink out... or jump to some other part of the jungle... or that the other end is going to move, sending whoever goes through to an entirely different part of the Lost World." He frowned and shook his head, "once we get closer, I should be able to get clearer readings and could tell more."
  9. 1d20+18: 29 [1d20=11] Not much better than if I'd Taken 10!
  10. Archeville smiled at Agent Cortez. It was not the rakish smile he had flashed at so many women (and quite a few men) over the years, but a calm and reassuring one. "I am sure this will go fine. And if anything does happen to this craft," he jerked his head towards Delta, "I am sure that, between him and I, we can get us out." Which reminds me, I need to try something before we land. He buckled his own seatbelt and leaned back, calmly taking in the scene about him. He noted the gear everyone was using, and used his technopathic abilities to reach out to every bit of electronic gear so he could get a 'feel' for them, to familiarize himself with all the equipment, and note the radio frequencies the comms used so he could link up to them if need be. When his eyes fell on Delta, he sent a radio message to the Omegadrone's systems, having it flash up as text on his HUD. "Hello, Archeville here. Just wanted to see if we could communicate this way, in case something happens to our WEST-issued gear."
  11. "Oh, I had not even considered that!" he exclaimed at Corrine's words. "Oof, yes, I imagine our life would be difficult to plan around. But that does not mean we should not try, right?" "There is a chapel on campus?," he aid, spinning to face Judy as they entered the cafeteria. "Is it open to all faiths? My family has their fingers in several religion's pies, so I couldn't go with just one faith's place of worship. Not that there's anything wrong with a place being dedicated to one particular faith!," he quickly added, not wanting to alienate anyone. And then his attention was on the food, a greater variety than he'd ever encountered before. His eyes grew wide -- literally, a bit -- at the sight and smell of it all, but the greeting from the pale redhead cut through. "Oh, hello!," he extended a hand, "I am Davyd! I'm delighted to meet you!"
  12. An interesting tale. But if the Atlanteans were rich and well-fed, what were they jealous of? No, best not to question that now. Perhaps I can chat with Siren about it later. "Superheroes do not necessarily have great power," he replied, slipping into a professorial tone, "as there have been many who were little different from their fellows, at least in terms of abilities. But one thing all have in common is a desire to combat evil, oppose criminals. To protect those who cannot protest themselves." He paused in thought a moment, remembering what Vale had said about Deep Ones being semi-hive minded. "You've seen humans, surface worlds, who act out against other humans, yes? Criminals, who steal or attack other humans, yes? Are there criminals amongst the Deep Ones? Do any Deep Ones steal or attack other Deep Ones, purely for personal gain, acting against the agreed-upon norms of your society?" He did a double take at her armor, "I have seen star Knight armor before, but that looks like nothing I've ever seen before. Which enemy was it? The modifications they made seem quite extensive."
  13. Archeville nodded solemnly, "I do remember that. That's one of the reasons I decided to come to you first, thinking -- hoping -- that you might have an open mind on such things." He sighed again, and took another long sip from his drink. "How are you going about that? Setting up charities to help victims of supervillains? Or victims of more standard, non-super criminals? I know the victims of crimes get little long-term attention -- especially if they've been attacked by someone without flashy powers or gear -- and I can see you working with such groups. If that is something you'd like to do, and need some help setting up the paperwork on that, I know some folks who might can help," he said as he finished the last dregs from his cup. And then his mouth twisted into a smirk. "Preyed on wealthy men, eh? So that's why you joined my team..." He laughed a bit, and it felt good.
  14. Archeville wondered who was getting more odd looks, Sea Devil or himself. "I do not worship any deities, no. I have worked alongside some," he said, remembering his short time with Thrude, "but... hrm." Realizing Siren, who was a goddess, could still be lurking about, he tried to remain diplomatic. "The ones who have made their presence known here on Earth either seem intent on wiping us all out, or are as emotional and fallible as any human -- or metahuman. And who knows, in a thousand years, some of today's superheroes may be remembered as deities." He chuckled briefly at that, his first thought going to how a certain immortal Greek inventor would react to such a development. "Are there superheroes amongst your people? Ah, sorry, I am getting off topic. My faith has been in my skills, my technology... but that has not been enough, so I am learning to put some faith in others." He coughed at the exchange between Vale and Aquaria, trying to hide another laugh. "Atlantis? I know it was once believed to be a legend, an allegory for a utopian nation, which started as a misinterpretation of one of Plato's allegories on the hubris of nations, mistaken as historical tradition. And then, in the 1940s, we saw proof of it, when Prince Thallor rescued Lynn Sidon from a boat that had been attacked by Nazi forces. Thallor and Lynn's son, Prince Theseus, joined the Freedom League in the 1960s, as Sea-King, and Atlantis had more dealings with the surface world, though tensions have always been -- and remain -- strained. And I know Atlantis and Lemuria were at war for some time, and that Deep Ones were somehow born of both?" He looked over her armor again, once more wondering where it was from. "I also know their technology is quite different from surface world technology, incorporating both the advanced technology of the Preservers and their understanding and use of magic... and it was their mis-use of Lemurian magics that caused the cataclysm that sank their island."
  15. "Ooh, food is good, I have not eaten since breakfast. And laser-dinosaurs sounds even better!," he added with a laugh and a broad smile. Just a bit too broad. Davyd listened with rapt attention to Judy's guide. "Oh, how is the library's media collection? Do they have many movies? Is there a film appreciation class here? Oh!" he exclaimed, and was practically bouncing, "is there a theatre arts class here?! I am - er, was - er am? - in the one at Roosevelt High. We did Dracula last semester -- I did all the makeup and special effects! -- and are working on Much Ado About Murder now. Not as much fun stuff there, though there is a lot of neat costume work, especially for the twins." He answered the actual question posed to him with equal enthusiasm. "Oh, I'm from Freedom, grew up in an apartment in Riverside, with my parents and babusya and uncle." He definitely had the accent of a native Freedonian, though with a hint of something else. "They came over here from the Ukraine," (ah, that's it) "in the eighties, back when that meltdown happened at Chernobyl. I've still got grandparents over there, though. Well, not in Chernobyl, obviously, they moved to the eastern part of the country."
  16. There's another Wander running around Freedom? Oh my. Wonder how the legal system's dealing with that. "I have been to other places, yes. Ah, other dimensions. Many that were like this world, but as it was hundreds of years ago. One where... some very bad Surface people had taken over," he thought back to the time he & some others helped rescue some Claremonters from an accidental trip to Erde, "I helped Wander and some of her friends get out of there. I spent months on one where the sun was red and bloated, the oceans had all dried up, and metal was as scarce as the water. That one," he looked down at his hand, picturing the technorganic matter beneath the holodisguise, "had a very big impact on me, in a very unexpected way." "I have also been out into space- er, into the Sea of Stars. I would like to go back. I have considered going back, for longer explorations. But..." he looked back to Vale and Frost, "there is much I should still do here, I think." "So, I hear you have helped Miss Vale learn much about your faith, and about Lemuria. Has she taught you much of Surface Worlder faiths, or of Atlantis?"
  17. Archeville nodded, still (discretely) looking over Delta's tech. "Interesting. Were there many of you? Are there any still out there? Did any of them go rogue, as you did?" How ironic it would be, if an attempt to create a stronger, tougher Omegadrone resulted in an Omegadrone with free will. But they could still put that will towards catastrophic goals, there is no reason to assume they would automatically rebel, or rebel in a way that would help the multiverse. North vouches for this one, but... Archeville nodded to North, "I am as ready as can be expected." He cocked his head slightly at his last announcement, "do you often go out on field missions? I was under the impression you were- ah, that is, that you'd left those days behind," he added diplomatically.
  18. Archeville was quiet, taking everything in -- her words, the way she paced (so very similar to the way he paced with his anti-gravity belt), the brief exchange between the two women. What she says sounds good and reasonable, certainly, and not outside the realm of possibility. I've seen friendly neighborhood vampires, rogue Omegadrones, people with the blood of demons in their veins, all trying to do good. And there was even that one guy, Kid Cthulhu, who tried using his powers to help others. Am I being fair to her? I'm prejudiced, no doubt, given what I went through, but that's just one more thing I'll need to work on. At last he spoke, his tone reserved. "I am... glad I had this opportunity to meet with you." He nodded to Vale, then looked back to Aquaria, "you have given me much to think on, and new ideas to consider, which is something I always relish. And I should like to continue talking with you, and learn more about where you've been, in the Seas of Water and the Sea of Stars. And... about you."
  19. That's... different. Definitely not a standard model. Archeville was certainly no stranger to cyborgs, and was passingly familiar with Omegadrones, so Delta's appearance didn't disturb him too much. He offered his hand to him, "I am indeed, though I am curious as to what he told you of me, as he told me little of you. Your sensory implants appear quite different from those of a standard Omegadrone -- were you a 'limited production model,' or were they added in after you went rogue?" He withdrew his hand, squeezed his eyes shut, and shook his head, "sorry, sorry, that was impolite. Tell me or don't, all I need know is that North vouches for you." He opened his eyes and offered his hand again. "I look forward to learning from your experiences, and working together on solving this issue."
  20. Davyd did a double-take at Monica, "wait, you- you're Lady Liberty! Wow! Oh my goodness, I did not think I would meet someone like you here! I mean, I had heard you were a student here, but I did not think you would do the meet-and-greet of new people! Wow!" It took a moment for her words to reach his mind, "oh, I would love to see all of it! I mean, as much of the campus as you can show me. I know there may not be time to show it all off... unless one of you is a speedster who is strong enough to carry us?" He looked around at the group, hopeful curiosity plastered across his face. "Wait, a tiger-dragon? What?" A heady wave of excitement and fear washed over him, "is it still out there? Should we tell someone? Should... should we go and see?"
  21. If Archeville noted Lynn's slip up over Gretchen's name, his face showed no indication of it. Instead, he tried to deflect with some humor, "well, there is Ace Danger, I think he's game for anyone. And if you broaden out from 'unaging' to 'non-dying,' you've got folks like Avenger, or Dead Head." He cracked a smile, then gave an actual chuckle. Her next act brought a different reaction, of stern reproach. "Now, Lynn, I know you've looked up to me, and we've shared many intense moments together..." Too early to make a dom/sub joke? Best to err on the side of caution and not go that route. Tones of exaggeration and mockery began creeping into his voice, "but I was your employer, and it would be highly inappropriate for us to- I can't keep this up," his words trailed off into laughter.
  22. Archeville winced at the use of the term 'champion,' but tried to keep his composure. "Others, whose judgment I trust, say you are different, because you act unlike other Deep Ones we have encountered. All the ones we have encountered saw humans as nothing but food, or breeding stock. And that... 'champion'," he said through gritted teeth, "saw all of us -- human and Deep One alike -- as little more than mildly useful animals, amusing pets at best, or food otherwise. The only songs that would be heard in its wake are dirges, and howls of pain and loss." He paused, trying to maintain his composure while in the presence of a being that reminded him of all that. "It fed on and fed into all the darker aspects of my psyche, and the minds of my ancestors. And that is what you followed? Knowingly?"
  23. "I am glad W.E.S.T. exists," Archeville replied, nodding solemnly, "too often have there have been threats that no one organization could handle, and which required collaborative efforts. Or which could have been predicted far ahead of time, if various organizations had shared their disparate observations. 'Can't see the forest for the trees,' and all that." If I had been more willing to share with others, then perhaps- no, no use in dwelling on past failures. At the mention of a trip to the Lost World, Archeville's mind began racing with preparations for such a trip: hazards they'd encounter, supplies they'd need, what local resources would be available to them should they be cut off, and so on. But North's mention of the consultant brought those thought processes to an abrupt end. I know of the one working with Miss Americana, but there's another one? "I... well, if W.E.S.T. can vouch for them," he replied finally, "then I see no reason why there would be any problems. My main concern would be how they -- and, frankly, how I -- will react once we're in the Lost World, as some reports I have read indicate there is some manner of 'anti-technology' field in parts of it."
  24. "Oh, so that's when ya came out?" Dead Head replied to Revenant. "Hoo, yeah, that was a day... an' you say you was there since the twenties? Daaang. Wait, hold on - so it was the gangsters what killed ya? Or are ya still fuzzy on that? An' you got no idea what it was what brought ya up?" He stroked his chin in thought, "ya said ya had some vague notion'a time while you was buried, so it wouldn't' been something from that mad Dok what brought ya up. Hunh. Well, if'n yer ever curious, I'm happy t'help ya-" he twirled his shovel around and returned it to the holster on his back, "dig into it!" A Mutt slowly walked up to Sea Devil, fading into view, very unsure how to react. She smelled one way, but acted another, and he got the sense she wasn't a(n immediate) threat. He let out a few low 'boofs' in her direction, looking back and forth between her and Dead Head. Dead Head himself went a bit wide-eyed when he saw her face, as the last time he'd seen Deep Ones was during that whole mess with the Dok. "Wait, so yer... hunh, this city has changed. But ya been nothin' but polite so far, so I an't see no reason t'assume ya mean us ill. So, what kinda dog is ol' Baxter, hrm?" Seeing that he seemed okay with her, A Mutt approached to within petting distance of Aquaria.
  25. "The Lost- oh my. Oh, my, my, my," Archeville muttered, mind racing with possibilities. "If Darwin-X was introduced there, mutating the dinosaurs and other creatures, that could be catastrophic, to the Lost World's ecosystem and to our own, if any of them escaped. We might not just see stronger and faster creatures, but smarter one -- dinosaurs taken down evolutionary paths leading to full sapience. And possibly armed with advanced armor and weaponry." "But what if whoever's doing this goes the other way?," he asked, looking over the medical data once more. "What if they went to the Lost World to collect some prehistoric microbe, something no one here has any resistance to, and altered that with Darwin-X? That could be what the earlier incident was, a test to see how Darwin-X interacts with bacteria. They could loose a plague upon the world that would make the Black Death look like the common cold!"
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