Lone Star

Kid Cthulhu looked at The Collector with a look of bemusement. "What? Seriously? How do you expect me to take you seriously? You're a walking stereotype." KC put his hand to his temple and readied a mental draining spell. Something to weaken his will before he zapped him with his more offensive spell, one that may put him to sleep for a while. It's hard to stay on one's feet when one's sanity has been drained. "Regardless, I'm gonna take you out, Collector, lack of originality and all." KC extended his squiddily hand in the direction of The Collector, and he fired off a sanity draining spell. "Let's see how well you can fight without a will to speak of!"

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2396297/ KC uses his Wisdom drain, and rolls a 17. Will Save 16.

Alright! I shall make my move.

I want wings. I have 3 points, and I put two of them into having Flight 1, and save the last.

KC looked about, and was relieved to find his stomach had not decided to eject his lunch. "Nice work, BD, I'm not going to die before I even get into my first real fight." KC said. "Well, into the fray I go!" KC opened the doors to the museum, wrapping his moist tentacles around the handle. As he walked into the main entrance, he realized he could not see the potential thief of art. Using a small amount of his magic, he channeled the mystic fire into his fingertips, illuminating the room. "Hello, potential thief! I am Kid Cthulhu, and I believe it is my job to stop you from...thievery." Man, KC thought, I need to work on my introductions.

Sounds good to me, my droogies. Thread away.

I agree, although I'm lost for a name too. :?

"A crime-fighting spree? Yeah, I'm down for it." It was true, Breakdown's smile was as infectious as the plague, and KC felt his face light up. "So, what are we waiting for?" "CTHULHU FH'TAGN!" A wash of mystic fire changed the lanky teenager into his otherworldly form. "Let's roll."

Kid Cthulhu :cthulhu: Shoggoth on the Roof

KC lifted his head as she moved the book towards him. "GIGER!" he suddenly shouted. "I love that guy!" KC began to flip through the books. He smiled to himself as he studied her work. "You've got a real unique style, Fulcrum. Sorry, I passed out for a second. I've been staying up late on city patrols, although I haven't been recieving the attention I want." KC reached in his back pocket, and pulled out a tabloid magazine, which featured a blurry, black-and-white picture of himself. "Yeah."

"Hey, the ladies love the tentacles, despite what you may have heard from various sources." He decided to change back into his human form. "There, better?" Blake said, sticking his tongue out at the young hero.

KC sipped at the water, which admittedly was difficult with his...tentacles. "Oh, sure, ignore the starving artist in the corner."

KC called from the couch. "ECHO! ECHO! Echo! Echo. echo."

"Woah, I dig the style, Fulcrum." KC held his head. He was extremely nauseated from the teleportation. "Although, in the future, just let us fly there, Breakdown. I feel like I just got out of a washing machine on spin drive. "Could I get a glass of water, Fulcrum? I gotta sit down for a second." KC staggered over to the corner of the room, and plopped down in the couch. He tested the springs. "IKEA?" KC asked.

"Dang, no kidding Fulcrum." As KC noticed Fulcrum's demeanor change. She seemed reminiscient. He knew how difficult it must be to live under the shadow of the great Centurion. KC wanted to leave, he didn't like seeing his new friend feel badly. "So, let's head out to your studio! I'm dying to see it. Maybe later I can take you to mine- if you can call it a studio."

KC looks at the screen. "Wow! I'm officially impressed. I was mostly joking about not having the money to buy comics...Ramen noodles make a very healthy dinner for the young artist. Could we go see your studio?" As a boy, Blake was always going with his parents to their artsy friend's house to examine their work and exchange comments or critiques. It was exciting for him, even now. Breakdown's knowledge of popular culture was impressive, even among some of Blake's friends at the comic shops. "You sure know your stuff, huh, Breakdown?"

"Typhoon? I've heard it mentioned before. You're the artist? Very impressive, I must say." "I read comic books when I can afford them. Hey, you'll have to buy me the first issue when it comes out." KC said coyly. "Do you have any paintings you could show us?"

"I like to paint. I used a lot of watercolor and acrylic, but oil is nice too. There's just a lot of ideas that spring into my head, and demand to be drawn. Either that or I'm crazy. Maybe both."

"More or less. I already knew the stuff they were teaching me, so I don't show up anymore. I sold some of my work to get an apartment for myself, and I'm living off of that. Does Claremont have dorms? It is kind of a crappy apartment, I mean, art doesn't sell for all that much, to be honest."

"Cool!" KC said as he wrote the number on the side of a book he pulled out of his pocket. The book was mystical in origin, and it hurt one's head to look at the charts and diagrams inside. "I can figure something out to talk to you, maybe I have some radios at my old place. "A tour sounds like a great idea. When are you free next?"

"I'm sure the inheritance I got can handle the tuition. You'll have to take me there sometime. Maybe tomorrow? I'm really enjoying this museum now." KC said as he continued to pore over the costumes. He saw Fulcrum's reaction to the tight costume and laughed aloud. "Maybe she uses it to distract her foes? I know I'd be."

"So, he's Big Brother, huh? Well, if you can get me an application, I'd love to try to join up. A superhero school...sweet." KC was hopeful- maybe this Breakdown kid could help him out. He needed some place to practice his powers, and maybe discover some new ones. Besides- he liked school. He hadn't been back since his parents died. Maybe the Claremont Academy would give him the help he needed.

"The Claremont Academy? Maybe. I've heard a little about it, how do you apply?" KC was intrigued about the super-school. He hoped they wouldn't be scared of him, or anything. He supposed he was glad he could change appearance at will- it would kind of suck to be a squid all the time. "Yeah, I guess that would be pretty cool, Breakdown. Do you go there?"

"Soo...kind of a literal hero-worship, huh? Well, at least we have a standard to compare ourselves to. You're right about us doing the best we can on our own. The fact that we're out there in the city, trying to clean it up means something. We may never have our own exhibit, but it still counts, right?" Kid Cthulhu smiled at Fulcrum. "It's better than nothing at all." "Now, let's go check out the costumes." He was a little unsettled at the accuracy and sheer size of the Omega statue. To be honest, it scared him a little.

"Hey, don't be blue. We'll be that good...eventually. All we need is a good team sponsor, and we'll be all set!" Kid Cthulhu grinned, hoping to lighten his mood. "After all, its not like we suck or anything. Do we?" he said, looking around at the two of them.