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Neko wrinkled her nose as she walked the streets of the Fens, her arm through Leon's, then shook her head. So this was poverty! There were no dead bodies, no sick horses, and no smell of raw sewage, no dead-eyed people shuffling through the streets. She had seen much worse than this, in times when people were far crueler to one another than they were today. Relaxed, she leaned against Leon, the sake in her shoulder bag clinking as they went. As usual, it had been trivially easy to get whatever she wanted from the liquor store clerk; and she'd helped herself to a little before they left. "Come on, Owain, sing!" she called to him. "Well as you like," said Owain, who had notably not partaken in anything. He began singing in a deep voice, primarily for their little group rather than the crowd: "Wynter wakeneth al my care; Nou this leves waxeth bare. Ofte Y sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie: Hou hit geth al to noht!" earning him a faint scattering of applause when he'd finished.
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The Patriot nodded to two of her agents, who went about trying to pry pieces off the armored walls, but looked to be a tough job. "Be careful if you try," she said, "you-know-who is probably lurking in the walls right now. Goddamn metal freaks." While the agents went about their work, she told Spaceman - "These so-called heroes have been corrupted by Communion nanotech. They're planning to infect the whole world with their poison; and they can do it if they get access to the Centurion's tech. Come on, kid, you think you can get this?" Her voice was tight and cold, a professional masking what would have to be some real unease - right?
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"Hm," said Neko, half-approvingly. It had been an honest effort, and she knew what it was like to scrabble so. "A cat cannot fly. See?" And so saying she fell out of the tree, landing directly on her well-padded butt with a loud thump. She looked startled by the impact but unhurt, and by the time Consuelo had joined her she was licking her hand and running the back of it through her hair. "What do you like to eat?" she asked Consuelo before shaking her head.
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The Patriot didn't bat an eyelash at the strange conversation from the boys one way or another; instead she seemed to focus in on La Puma Negra. She spoke at a run, followed by her armored agents. "The last of the holdouts. They must be planning to make their stand here!" They reached another door, a big metal one like a giant airlock hatch; only to find it locked. The Patriot yelled in frustration at the sight and punched the wall, producing a holographic message from Lady Liberty. The heroes all recognized the young trans woman, a Hispanic immigrant who was primarily active on the West Coast of the United States of America. "You'll never win, you fascist pig!" Lady Liberty declared. "Heroes forever!" And then the signal cut off. The Patriot said something in Vietnamese that sounded extremely rude, then said, "I used the last of my charges getting through the Communion bunker outside. Can any of you get through that?" she asked, pointing to the heavy door in front of them.
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Neko walked to the end of the roof and turned, balancing so that only her toes were still clinging to the rooftop, half her feet protruding out behind her into the dark. "No," she said cooly. "This place is almost dead." And with that, she scrabbled down the side of the building (there was no more discreet word for it), leaped into the branches of a nearby tree, and studied Rot from inside the shelter of its leafless branches. The winter tree lent voice to her words. Her eyes glowed like a cat's in the dark but impossibly large, only the white in her hair and fur clearly visible in the gloom. "Come on," she proposed. "Jump."
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Kid Gawain carefully didn't keep in formation with Starshine, lest he be mistaken for some familiar spirit or other. Instead, he hovered on the breeze, eyes down like a predatory bird on the hunt, then let the updrafts near the castle walls take him higher. He didn't drift too close, lest someone with a crossbow inside decide to take him for dinner, but he tried to get high enough to see what Neko was doing inside. The others had accepted her journey inside the castle walls, but he knew her better than any of them... Once she was inside the castle, Neko kept her eyes open and a soft, feminine smile on her face, even as a voice repeated inside her head over and over again - Play the game. Play the game. Play the game. A sage reading her mind would have recognized the stern tones of the second Crimson Katana. When she had reached the midpoint of the courtyard, Neko took a deep breath - and began to sing. She sang with all her throat, dancing in a circle as she moved about the courtyard, careful to keep up the illusion of her appearance as she did so. Kiso no nah, Nakanori san, Kisono Ontakesan wa, nanjara hoi! Natsu demo samui, yoi yoi yoi! Hah, yoi yoi yoi no, yoi yoi yoi! Awasho nah, Nakanori san, Awasho yaritaya, nanjara hoi! Tabi mo soete, yoi yoi yoi! Hah, yoi yoi yoi no, yoi yoi yoi! It was an old song, for an old place. One that soldiers far from home would remember.
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"I can make her go away," offered Sea Devil, raising her trident over her head. She hesitated, then said, "To prison! I can take her to prison and be right back here." Hah, they thought I meant their afterlife! But they do not have one! She didn't envy this thing if it was going to prison, but she wasn't going to kill an unconscious thing without knowing more about what it was. She considered what to do with the police officer with the gun and decided to handle it the way she would if it were Singularity having an episode. "You can help me. You can keep people safe if there is trouble."
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"Is it your skin?" asked Neko. "Or inside too?" she asked, her voice a purr that matched the cat as it purred under Rot's touch. She considered for a while as they sat there, out in the night, before she yawned and stretched. "Come on," she said, bouncing smoothly to her bare feet. "I show you more things." She walked neatly along the edge of the dorm roof, placing her feet carefully with every step. "I learned how to do this after I got here," she said, tail switching back and forth as she moved for balance. "They make security high but not too high. My old roomate, Chelone, she was here for eight years, she showed me secrets. She is a tortoise kami, a god of tortoises."
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The OOC @RocketLord @Supercape
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"<Please sir,>" said Neko, her eyes downcast, "<I have traveled all day with my brother on my back. All we need is a warm place to sleep tonight. He will sleep and cause no trouble; I have given him the herbs.>" She looked up at him and really looked. She had played many parts in her time and this time she played another one. She licked her lips nervously and blushed, not quite making eye contact with the stern soldier. This was a role she played from experience. "<I am an entertainer,>" she said warmly, putting a faint tremble in her tone. She'd been just a girl then but now she was a woman of eighteen. "<I could entertain you brave soldiers.>"
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Kid Gawain gets a 34 on his Stealth check. It also helps that he just looks like a bird! Neko's Bluff was very bad - so I'm going to spend an HP to reroll - and get a 31.
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Okay, let's see here.
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Owain smiled at Michael and said, "Tis from the magic steeds of the court of King Arthur! I may be far from my native realms but I have yet a touch of the old magic." He looked the other boy up and down and took a chance. "Say! Hast thou any experience in the saddle? T'would be no challenge to make him suitable for your riding!"
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At that moment, there came a great commotion from outside the museum's main door - just before it flew wide open! The first person through the door was the Patriot, an instantly recognizable figure in black and red, carrying one of her familiar laser pistols. Armored troopers followed close behind her, wearing eagle symbols on their torsos. The Patriot raised her hand, and behind her the teens could hear the sounds of battle. "Recruits!" called the Patriot, only the lower part of her face visible behind her helmet. "Knew you'd finally see some sense," she said with a teacher's pride in a student finally making the grade. "Come on! We've got the last of them pinned down here!"
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"Agreed," said Owain. "Come, Neko," he told her encouragingly, "we will show them they aren't so clever. Adreyn," he said out loud, his voice almost a whispered prayer. Smoothly his outline shifted as he collapsed down to the shape of a raven, flying up into the sky after Starshine. "I know what to do," whispered Neko. "Multi-Girl, whatever you are about to see, you must trust me." And then her aspect seemed to ripple and shift. Now she was a peasant girl, clad in a battered, dirty kimono and standing high on geta, stepping with authority as she carefully picked her way down the dirt road to the castle's front gate. She had a basket on her back, bamboo woven tight, and from its head a baby's face was clearly visible, peeking out alertly as she sang a sad song loudly enough to be heard in the castle, and headed for the gates: "Mori mo iyagaru, Bon kara saki nya Yuki mo chiratsuku shi, Ko mo naku shi Bon ga kita tote, Nani ureshikaro Katabira wa nashi, Obi wa nashi Kono ko you naku, Mori wo ba ijiru Mori mo ichinichi, Yaseru-yara Hayo-mo yukitaya, Kono zaisho koete Mukou ni mieru wa, Oya no uchi Mukou ni mieru wa, Oya no uchi!"
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Neko studied the bracelet thoughtfully, toying with it by stretching it out with her fingers. "You just have bad luck," she said. "There are things far more frightening than you." She smiled and wrapped the bracelet around the string of the moon-shaped pendant she wore around her neck. "That must be hard, to see things you want and be unable to touch them." The cat on her lap hopped off and without preamble climbed up on Consuelo's. It was fat and soft and purring as it settled down, kneading biscuits with its paws. Consuelo could see Neko watching the cat, yellow eyes wide. "You can pet him if you want," she said softly. "He won't bite."
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"Ohhh, it was Carmen, was it?" Neko came padding out of nowhere in particular and sat down next to the cat, which she petted before it climbed onto her lap. "Yes, she is very impressive, isn't she?" she added, sounding a little doubtful. She considered the other girl, then patted the roof next to her so Consuelo could actually join her. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "I was a small child the first time I saw someone who looked like you. I was so confused," she added with a little laugh. "I didn't understand how you could see or hear, or how you could walk around at all." Up close, Consuelo could see what Neko meant about ears. Though her long hair and fur usually hid it, she had no ears on the sides of her mostly human-shaped head.. The cat on her lap purred loudly as Neko stroked it. "Where I was born, everyone was like me. From the greyest elder to the littlest kit." She smiled, just a little. "That was a long time ago, of course," she added dreamily. "I suppose you can't keep a cat, can you?"
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Neko was plucked tight as a shamisen string, tail lashing madly behind her, enough that Owain took a few steps in her direction. Not enough to actually touch her, as that would have just made her bolt, but enough that she knew he was close. "No," she said suddenly, a low whine at the edge of her voice. "No - no, this isn't Japan. Not my Japan." She studied the fortress, yellow eyes narrowing. "Like something from old stories." "The fae can be cruel tricksters indeed," opined Owain, thinking of how he'd feel if shown even a poor reflection of Camlann. "Is everyone well? Sound in wind and limb - and power besides?" He could see Neko's eyes, ears, and tail, of course, but those were part of her - not her magic. He smelled the air; and was struck by the distant scent of horseflesh, and the quiet of life before the horseless carriage. Perhaps this was closer to home than he thought.
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December 1, 2023 Claremont Academy As if gym class wasn't bad enough... They'd been divided up as partners for basic unarmed combat when the flash of light came, a snap and boom of white that was all-too-familiar to La Puma Negra. The scene was familiar to none of them, however. They were no longer standing on the washable firm mats of the Claremont gym floor, instead they were standing inside a strange place. It was a room full of trophies; statues of a caped figure holding up a gigantic globe, surrounded by smaller statues of men and women in togas, artifacts from countless worlds and timelines. The walls on either side were of some exotic metal, as was the floor; with doors visible that seemed to lead off to a much larger tunnel complex. This was the lair of the late legendary Centurion, long a museum --- or was it? The whole place had a strange air about it as if long-neglected air had just been recently been disturbed, the air thick with dust and the distinct scent of blood. And then a man appeared; blonde and blue-eyed, he was wearing the Centurion's costume but clearly wasn't him. La Puma Negra recognized the adult form of Quirk (and perhaps a few others did too) - his daughter was no longer with him. "Welcome, combatants!" he called in a booming, artificially amplified voice. "You have reached the Centurion's stronghold! But be warned, if you seek to claim his true power, the guardians may not be what you expect! You must defeat them and reclaim the Centurion's rocket if you wish to be victorious. Let the combat begin!" And then, he vanished.
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As it turned out, the time was then! Ashley explained that she was allowed to borrow her wife's auxiliary spaceship if they stayed inside the orbit of Earth's moon. Judy volunteered to stay at home with Phil, promising to call Fa'Rua at the embassy if anything went wrong, and then Ashley and Carmen were headed out to the garage. The Lor spaceship they were taking was perhaps a little smaller than Carmen might have pictured, closer in size to a large sportscar than anything else, with her seat more of a jump seat behind the pilot. But still it was a real live spaceship, silver-bright like a mercury teardrop; its interior panels like the analog controls of a 1980s fighter-jet but cast in chrome and gold. "You all in?" asked Ashley as she buckled herself into the front seat. "This shouldn't take too long. If you flip that switch you can see out the rear cameras, and that one controls the music..." Most of the jump seat controls didn't actually work. "If something happens to me while we're flying," said Ashley seriously, "the autonav will kick in and fly you right to the Lighthouse; it won't even try to land on its own." She snorted, breaking the mood. "Don't want that to happen again. Are you comfortable?" She waved out the window to Judy and Phil, who had come out to see them off, Phil clinging to his 'big sister' as she rocked him in her glowing arms.
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One important thing - equipment doesn't stack with powers like Protection, so you'll need some other way to put her at defensive caps.
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RoboLawyer3000, PL 10 Tier 1 NPC
Avenger Assembled replied to Huckleberry's topic in Character Building
Best to tie it to one of the existing law firms in-game. -
The Neko that Consuelo was talking to smiled a huge, inhuman smile, showing pointy intersecting teeth like a demonic Cheshire cat - before it seemed to vanish like so much smoke on the wind. For a bare instant, it seemed as thought Consuelo had been the victim of a cruel prank, alone on the darkened roof as the wind blew around her. "Why do you want to be a cat?" asked a voice from nowhere in particular, a ghostly murmur of sound like the pitter-pat of little feet. "Is it a game?" A sleek white short-haired cat appeared on the rooftop and padded towards Rot, its fur white and dappled with brown spots, its short stub of a tail a contrast to its plump, well-fed body. The cat started licking its paw while staring directly at Rot, scrubbing one ear so it seemed to be waving at her.