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Voicing interest on Momentum's part. He's pretty zippy!

And, of course, Momentum doesn't save. He never saves!

With a prodigious leap from the watery grave and pleased as punch to both be able to breathe and be wearing pants - soggy though they might be - Momentum steeled himself against the femme fatale and her inky black arrangement of and awkward arsenal. He was psyched! He was ready! It was his time to shine, save the day, get the eggs, and go home and play video games for four hours straight! Or he would have been, had it not been for the fact Knight and Dyne had so readily been captured by the woman's blackened tendrils. And so here he was, alone, in a lair he knew nothing about filled with scientific devices he didn't understand, and a madwoman ready to rip his eyes out if it weren't for the goggles attached to his still-drenched face. He needed to do something; something to get those two silly superheroes free. Besides, it wasn't like he could hit a girl! And so, with fists clenched and eyes affixed on the woman's hovering, be-tentacled form, Momentum laid into her the only way a high-schooler really can: "That's not what your mom said last night!" he chided childishly, trying desperately to earn the woman's ire and shift her focus unto his red hooded personage, preparing to defend himself from the potential attack. "Also, your name totally sucks!"

Initiative = 17 Round Breakdown: Move Action: Bluff to Trick "Black" into making an obviously bad choice, wholly switching all of her attention to Momentum. He doesn't take the -5 penalty to Bluff to perform Trick as a Move Action due to his feat, "Challenge (Fast Bluff Trick)." Bluff = 11/16 Hero Point: Re-Rolling Bluff Check. Bluff = 21 Standard Action: Total Defense; Bumps Momentum's Defense to 19 (10 + 5 Defense + 4 Total Defense)

Momentum doesn't really have the insight necessary to attempt and dissuade the other 'heroes from leveling the building to fight one bad guy, so I don't think I can really have him object. That being the case, he's essentially operating off of Cannonade's initiative so I'll ultimately have Momentum leave it up to him. I think he's pretty sold on the idea that he can't take the elemental alone, so he'll default to the newly forged group's decision :P

Momentum IC Posts Mysteries Infinite: Under a Crimson Glow (+3 IC Posts) Speed Freaks (+12 IC Posts) Whistling in the Dark (+9 IC Posts) Zerg Rush (+6 IC Posts) Total Estimated IC Posts for October 2010: 30 GM Saturday Night Spooks (+15 GM Posts) Total Estimated GM Posts for October 2010: 15

Continuing his peppy series of bounds and leaps as he left a vibrant streak of red through the night air, Momentum kept pace as best he could with Gabriel and Wander, whilst reining in his own bounds enough so that Dyne wasn't left in the dust. This Gabriel guy apparently knew what he was talking about; or at least sounded like he knew what he was preaching. Really, Noah was rather surprised to hear Southside was so rife with crime. It's Wander's bleak words though that catch his attention, and Momentum falls silent as he dwells on what she said. "That's kinda harsh." the ever-optimistic boy in the red hoodie hummed out to Wander from behind, springing off of another building with a well-timed kinetic burst. "I mean, I'm not saying to just let em' go or whatever if they did something wrong, but if they're just kids, don't you think they at least deserve a chance to, like, change their ways and stuff before you lock em' up? I'm not really familiar with how they do stuff in jail, but I mean, doesn't that stuff go on your criminal record? Sounds like that'd kinda suck if everyone was judging you based on junk you did when you weren't even old enough to vote."

Feigning death was a strange experience. Invisible - and unable to actually see Knight - Momentum suddenly felt himself rather alone. Or he would have, were it not for the still-present mental communications shared between the three heroes in their new-found underwater locale. He was dead, for all intents and purposes, and in his not-really-deadness, Momentum did his best to keep in stride with the other two he'd been haphazardly lumped with as they pursued the femme fatale, silent in his motions as he tried to ham up the role of being a non-existent corpse. It isn't until he and the others arrived at the super-secret underwater hideout that Momentum's silence broke, eying the woman from the depths of the water from whence he was confined. There were gizmos and doo-hickeys the likes of which he'd never seen; but more importantly, there were the eggs, no doubt full of giant dinosaurs! "Sweet! I can't believe that worked!" he communed through his brain, his fish-based optics still gleaming towards the technology-rife lair from below the water. "Gimme back my, uh, human stuff and let's get those eggs!"

"If you say so, man." Momentum hummed out mentally, his confidence in the plan of action less than stellar. With little other alternative, Noah shuffled his way through the water awkwardly behind Knight, hoodie soaked and waffling through the liquid brine of the river as he awaited the signal. "And you're sure you're not gonna, like, blast us for real or on accident or whatever, right?" he inquired again, eyes affixed on Dyne from afar. "'Cause that would, y'know, kinda suck."

Another guppy-like sigh escapes Momentum's lips as it seemed the plan was set regardless. This isn't what he signed up for, but it was what he was stuck with now. Do his part, get turned into a fish, fight some crazy lady and some big dinosaurs, save the city, turn in his biology report. Just another typical day in Freedom City! "Fine, fine, fine..." he conceded, fish-eyes rolling disturbingly as he accepted the more stealthy approach, stifling his impatience to to see this situation concluded for the time being. "So you fake-blast us, we get turned invisible, and, like, follow you and junk? What about when we get to... wherever she's goin', and the dinosaur-things are already all big and hungry and stuff?"

"... you want to fake-beat us up?" Momentum mentally transmitted, even more confused than he was a few minutes ago. The reasoning behind this sudden farce only served to further confound the young boy, who either lacked the intelligence to see the entirety of this plan from his current point of view or simply didn't like the concept of being beat up by a guy who just thrashed a dozen eight-foot tall purple dinosaurs. Perhaps both. Yes, definitely both. "Dude, if you can, like, feel where the eggs are anyway, why aren't we, y'know, just stopping her now?"

Blinking for a moment and imbibing a mouthful of water in surprise to the voice now clearly ringing inside his head, Momentum surely would have drowned if it weren't for the gills that Wesley guy had been creepily-nice enough to give him. This was, by far, the single weirdest day of his life hands-down. Turning to face Dyne again, fish-eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, Noah was now thoroughly disconcerted. "I can hear you... in my head? I can hear you in my head! And Knight too!" he mentally lashed, discomfort rife in his mental projection. "What the crap, man? You're just letting her get away!?"

Momentum - while oblivious to the exchange between the inky silhouette of Dyne and the mystery spandex woman - nevertheless felt an odd sense of disgust, nearly to the point of gagging. Although, he wasn't entirely sure he could, since he'd never once heard of a fish gagging on anything. The reflex not worth the risk, the young hoodie-clad fish-boy simply bit his tongue and looked on in silence for a moment as the woman swam off. "Dude, you could totally take her!" Noah whispered, or at least as best a fish could whisper underwater. "She's getting away with those dinosaur-things!"

This sucked. This sucked, and it didn't surprise Momentum at all. He was now a fish, glub-glubbing oxygen from the water uncomfortably in his new form. A fin now existed where once his legs would have been, and his eyes were glassy and affixed forwards. There was no doubt in his mind that this encounter would forever haunt his memories, and be the stuff of nightmares for weeks to come. "Maybe there won't be anything down there..." he hoped. His prayers, however, were unanswered. There, with an bag of eggs in hand, was a woman in tight black spandex. Typical, really. Noah was so looking forward to clumsily swimming after the woman in his newly fishified form. Another silent prayer is murmured through the water-filled mouth of Momentum, the hope that the woman would just give up at Dyne's request and let him go back to being normal no doubt a long-shot given his encounters in Freedom City all this week. Heck, she was just as likely to spontaneously acquire a spear-gun and shoot Noah right in the face for all the luck he'd had!

"Oh, god! Does he know? He totally knows!" Swallowing a creeping sense of distress in his throat, Momentum looks away and towards the pair further ahead discussing adolescent crime in Southside. "Dunno, like, what you're talking about, guy." he lied through his teeth, adamant on denying his flub from earlier in his not-so-flamboyant career. "I just... happened to show up at the right time. And get turned into a fish. Nothing out of the ordinary or, like, whatever!" Momentum prattles, pandering to his erstwhile elderly counterpart as he bounces off of another rooftop. "Change the subject, change the subject..." "So... uh..." Noah begins, struggling to find the words he needed as he redirected the conversation towards Gabriel and the mysterious Wander. "If there's, like, such a big mob-thing going on in Southside, why doesn't someone just shut it down and stuff?"

Momentum outright flinches at the thought of having fish-bits where his lower half existed. He'd seen the Little Mermaid! He knew how that ended (albeit in reverse)! This... wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to. He didn't even like going to the public pool; and yet here he was, about to go on some crazy scuba-mission to find some mysterious person-or-whatever and a bunch of dinosaurs inside eggs that probably wanted to eat him. "Sooner I get it done, the sooner it'll be over with." With another melodramatic sigh, Momentum conceded and stepped up to the mouth of the river. His face had since scrunched up into a nigh-comical ball of disdain and uncertainty, but such things, he suspected, came with the superhero moniker. "Alright, alright. Let's just, like, get this over with."

"I guess," Momentum hummed out, still bouncing along like some sort of aerial slinky as he followed along behind the others, conceding to Wander's thoughts on why Freedom City was such a freaky mess. It could arguably be worse, he supposed, but that wasn't exactly a line of thought he wanted to dwell on. It was kind of odd listening to Gabriel talk about crime in Southside being perpetrated by children. The concept itself was hard for Noah to grasp, having never been on the receiving end of a Hard-Knock Life, but it left a nigh-tangible taste in his mouth he couldn't quite swallow. Sure, this part of Freedom City wasn't exactly Midtown, but it wasn't that bad... was it? Again, his perceptions on such things were rather skewed, and he fumbled with what would drive an adolescent to crime. His train of thought was interrupted, however, as Dyne so crassly demanded an audience. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure. What's up?"

A moment of awkwardness washes over Momentum, his lips curling inwards as he ponders his choices: Gills, or Mermaid? Really, in a world where a massive black man offers you a choice between being a man-fish and being a man-fish in a woman-fish body, one might begin to question the line of work they've enlisted themselves into. Finally, the boy sighs and drops his hands to his sides in defeat. He wanted to help, and apparently this was how he was going to do it. "So this... uh... gill thing. It's temporary, right?" he inquired, an eyebrow arched quizzically. "I mean, I'm guessing it's safe and stuff underwater, but is it gonna be... y'know... a permanent deal? Like, will I be part fish forever or what?"

"Wait, wait, wait..." the boy exclaims, hands upthrust to halt the expedition. "There's more of those things down there? And you want us to go check it out?" Pausing for a moment, Momentum looked back and forth between the pair of assembled oddities. Those dinosaurs were massive! What if they could swim?! Noah didn't even know if his powers could work underwater or not! Not that he didn't want to help or anything, it was just that this situation was kind of... weird; and weird wasn't exactly the red-clad hero's area of expertise. "Shouldn't we... I dunno, like, call for help or something? What if there's a whole bunch down there?"

Ah, the sweet sound of... sound. A wave of relief washes over the wiry youth, his auditory senses returning to their full capacity as the ringing subsided nigh instantaneously. Thank goodness this guy with the dreadlocks was some sort of weird touch-you-and-make-you-feel-better kind of superhero! Unfortunately, he was also a confusing-as-all-heck hero too, as Momentum's hearing returns just in time to learn about him adding gills and flippers and crap to his being! A perplexed look, quite obviously, creases the boy's face as both his eyebrows arch upwards in stupefied disbelief and confusion. "... What?" he blurts out through his cracking voice stupidly, sounding just as confused audibly as he looked visually.

"Oh god, that sound!" Covering his ears as the dinosaurs let loose their deathly wail, Noah cringed as his ears rang and his head throbbed from the high-pitched squeal. Even when they stopped, the deafening screech had left poor Ashley just that: deaf, confused, and particularly agitated by the overall situation. He might not be able to hear anything now but the ringing in his head, but it wouldn't stop him from lending aid to the situation! Or he would have, had there been a situation to lend aid to. Momentum blinks for a moment, both awed and terrified by the magnificent gravitational force applied to the creatures by way of Dyne's exercise. There in the crater were all the odd little purple dinosaur-things, their fragile little forms broken under the might of the powerful assault of the shadowy superhero. It was almost kind of sad, really, seeing them snuffed out before they even had a chance to experience life. But it wasn't his place to judge... it wasn't like Momentum could have contained them in any way. No, it was probably better this way; or at least the only way things probably could have ended. Wobbling to the scene in his deafened state, the behooded and goggled teen hero peered down at the depressing scene near the river's edge, a slight grimace creeping its way across his face. Even as he looked upwards towards Dyne and back to the fellow who'd narrowly avoided the blasts himself, Momentum could only muster an earnest head shake before turning to face Dyne once more, the older hero's lips flapping but words inaudible. "WHAT?" Noah cried, hands cupped up to his ears as he shouted stupidly. "I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING YOU'RE SAYING, GUY!"

Save Breakdown: DC 20 Reflex Save = 13 DC 20 Fortitude Save = 16 - Deafened.

"Ow!" Noah screeched, pulling his hand back as a particularly moist mouth clamped painfully down on it. He had some more, less savory words to hurl towards the Jurassic Park stunt-doubles, but before the words could escape his lips, the contingent of hungry critters ascended skywards, courtesy of a familiar shadowy man's bizarre control over the forces of gravity. For a moment, he thought the incident was over; the lizards would rise, fall, and go splat. The end. Do not pass go. Do not collect two-hundred dollars. And then they got up. They were bigger! They were badder! Their breath stunk even worse! This was the stuff nightmare fuel was made out of, and in that moment as his own eyes went wide at the horrors presented before him, Noah knew he wouldn't be able to do anything in his current predicament. Not outside of his costume, at any rate. After all, going around telling everyone you're a superhero probably wasn't such a hot idea. At least not for him. The other man - the one in the middle Noah had so gingerly pulled from the hungry maws seconds before - was now glowing a brilliant shade of white. This guy, whomever he was, wasn't normal. No time to dwell on that though. He needed to get into costume and protect his identity, then come back and do something about these... whatever they really were. The three of them were the only ones present who could! Turning tail, Noah sprinted off away from the fray as quickly he was able, looking for any sort of viable cover with which to change his attire. Diving into a bush with awkward aplomb, Noah took a deep breath before beginning his inhuman actions. With insane speed and efficiency, the young boy whipped through his civilian garb in favor of his tacky red hoodie and semi-trademarked Halloween goggles, ditching the puke green backpack to complete his disguise before stumbling out from the serendipitous foliage. Putting some pep in his step, the young hero zoomed back to the fray, having learned his lesson after the malicious nomming he'd incurred from the then-smaller dinosaurs previously. He'd do his part... but he'd need to do it while avoiding getting digested!

Round Breakdown: Move Action: Move 30' to find a bush or large tree or something to hide behind. Free Action: Using Extra Effort to Power Stunt "Quickness 20 (Limited: Physical Tasks Only [-1])" off of Momentum's Speed, so that he can change costumes as a Free Action. Also giving up that second Hero Point of Momentum's to counter-act Fatigue for the next round preemptively. Move Action: Using Momentum's Speed 10 (10,000 MPH/100,000’/Round) to re-enter within line of sight and sixty feet from the herd of Jurassic entities.

"Dude, no!" Momentum retorted sharply as the question escaped the inky shadow's mouth, still at the crest of his rise. "After you've been beaten up and bitten by things you didn't know could even exist, your week really doesn't get better." He wasn't angry at the inquiry, but was still a little flustered by all the hullabaloo that had transpired in such a short stint of time. Touching down on another building and bouncing skywards again to keep up with Gabriel "I've still got bruises and stuff, y'know? My week's totally sucked. Hard." Noah sighed, hood whipping gently as he coasted aerially. "How you guys can, like, deal with all these strange things and stuff totally blows my mind. It's like Freedom City's some kind of giant weirdo-magnet." he prattled on, practically calling the kettle black as he continued along.