Cyroa

James shook his head, taking a few slow steps toward her. Her talking and not hammering him into the 'ground' was a good sign, though the rest of her wasn't. "No, you didn't. He'll be ok. Trevor's taking care of him right now. He'll just have a bit of a headache I'd wager. It wasn't your fault Erin. Mark, of all people, will understand completely." He was a little worried about her. Mark with his powers, and personal outlook on life, would be fine. Erin, on the other hand, could be surprising fragile at time. "It's ok. It's over."

James looked around as the mist cleared and Trevor suddenly returned. "Dealt with as in 'unconscious' or dealt with 'she might be back a in a minute to try a new tact'?" He looked around, letting his own magical senses reach outwards for a moment. "Relax. I simply...moved her to keep her safe and from mauling us any more. Hang on, let me go see if she's herself. Take care of Edge," he said. James took a step, vanishing into nothingness. He appeared on the small plane, only a dozen or so feet from Erin. It didn't really matter where he'd appear; she was fast enough to cover tons of space and still swing at him. He just didn't want to spook her. "Erin," he said, disdaining code names now that there was no one else listening, "you ok? It's James. Sorry about this; best way I could think to stop you from beating the tar out of me," he said with a wry grin and rubbing at his jaw. He stuck his hand out towards her, hoping it wasn't about to be broken.

James laughed lightly. "Oh no. Life is darn complicated; once in a while we get lucky and find a smart that's simple. Those are nice moments," he said ruefully. He raised an eyebrow at the rosary and the prayer. Neither bothered him, despite his heritage. It was more that the prayer usually came before the meal than after. He could respect and honor faith as well as the religion it went with, no matter what the religion...well, most of the time. There was a certain fluffy-winged turkey out there who just bugged him for some reason. Anyway... He nodded and stood once she had finished her ritual. "Ready when you are. So, where do you live? Address will do fine or if you'd rather not say, how about a cross-street," he asked, holding out his hand.

James winced as she clocked him and send him staggering backwards. Ok, mental note, don't ever try that again. Even as he blinked, she was zipping around the room, getting ready to annihilate anything she came in contact with. He stepped backwards as one heavy swing came towards him. He noted Midnight's disappearance though to where he had no idea. James adjusted his tactics this time. He reached out one hand, lightly tapping her on the shoulder instead of grabbing her. He summoned the portal right around her this time. As Erin was sucked into the blackness of the Void, James gave a little sigh of relief. He called in, after her, doing his best to calm her down without her beating him senseless this time. "Wander, relax! It's James! There's no Grue. She's messing with your head. Think about it, how many Grue can make pocket realms or open portals to the Void? Help me out here. We need you to finish this."

ok, let's give this is a shot: Dimensional Pocket 5 (2,500 lbs.; Extra: Continuous; PFs: Progression x5 [100,000 lbs.]) (20/20) to hit: to hit (power attacking) (1d20+6=23)

James shrugged one shoulder with a little smile. "There's nothing wrong with simplicity. Those are nice truths, as rare as they are. Still, most of the time, complicated is more fun. Makes your work for it, exercising the brain and all that. Not all the time. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll have plenty of complicated things in your life too. Pretty much a requirement for living for most people," he said absently. He nodded to the server as her food was packed up. He took the bill, signing off on it after reading it over quickly. He could care less what it really cost. But in his line of work and with his background, it made sense to always read the fine print.

James chuckled at her. -- Relax. I come here a lot remember? And I've got enough of a reputation by myself combined with my family to cover the unusual. You're fine. -- And truthfully, while there were the occasional looks, they were brief and nothing was said about it. It helped when they catered to someone like James on a regular basis. Money helped that too after all. He nodded at her with a smile. A short while later, after getting changed into something more appropriate for the beach, the two headed down the boardwalk. Midday in the warm sun on the strip was crowded and flush with people. The beaches, now that summer was here, also had quite a few people on them as well. It wasn't hard before they had blended into the crowd, just another set of people heading towards fun in the sun on the beach.

James shrugged. "I've given you plenty of answers. Whether you want to accept them or not is entirely up to you. Not everything is a straight black and white response. There's an awful lot of grays or complete unknowns out there. Take it as you like," he said with a wry smile. "Honestly, and this is true for quite a lot of things, sometimes you don't need to know. It would just make life more complicated. There are people in the business who really don't need or want to know the answers to a lot of questions," he said with a little shrug. He was being polite but the girl seemed to have a hard time taking hints, not that he minded really.

Ok, they aren't going notice Midnight w/ his stealth (heck, not even looking for him at the moment). To see where the other students are, make a Notice roll please...

Midnight swung as fast as he could, moving through the foliage and hoping he wasn't too late. In only a moment or two, he had left the area of the village and to smaller trees. He came across what was likely a clearing at one point. Now though, there was a massive machine there. The ground was all turn up and turned over where it's multiple arms and attachments had been digging and drilling furiously. It was obvious this is where the trouble was. From the half a dozen large aliens in what appeared to be armor and wielding heavy weaponry to the fact that one of the machine's arms seemed to be made of tinfoil, this was where the action was.

James paused, a bit surprised they had answered already. "I was actually figuring you might want a day or two to think it over but...ok." He raised an eyebrow at Trevor, and gestured around the massive hangar with the cases and various vehicles already secured. "I'm pretty sure we can find a place. If not, there's always the rooms, quarters, storage areas or workshops," he said with a wry grin. "This is a BIG ship. Wait till you see the zoo." He nodded at Erin. "Believe me, I understand. This is going to be completely optional. Only when you want in. I'm on two different teams, besides this one, not to mention my duties as Phantom's partner. We go when there's enough of us and when we can. This isn't and can't become our entire life. Just trying to help out as best we can, juggling everything else. But someone should be doing it. And to my knowledge, no one else really is." He held up a little device. "If you want, 'Seph can get you a beacon. Makes it easier to be transported up here. In different realities, you'll have to have one but that's mission specific. This is a general 'carrying' one if you want. It is darn helpful when you want to go visit the tropics on a whim though," he said with a grin. He shrugged his shoulders. "A couple ground rules though. First off, no one gets left behind. I don't care what the reason. Whether you're hurt or lost or whatever. Even if you come to decide you want to stay on some other reality. It won't matter, you're still coming back. Even if 'Seph and the ship are forced to retreat to keep safe, I will still come back for you." He gestured once more at the equipment around the hanger. "Next is technology. Regardless of what we use, we are not going to leave anything there that they couldn't build themselves. If we're giving equipment or whatever to some, they would have to have the know how to build it themselves. I've no intention of screwing up a planet's entire time line because we left a few toys behind that we shouldn't have." He shrugged a little. "Those are the big ones. Beyond that, it's a case by case thing. And there are a lot of them. If you have any questions or concerns, voice them. For the record, no one is in charge here. Not me, not you. We're a team, a group. And decisions are made by the group. If we want to pick a leader someday, that's for then. For now, I just want to make sure this all works out."

for the toughness I need: tough (1d20+10=28) Spending the HP to not be stunned. Bruised x1

I hit... to grapply... grapple (1d20+31=41) Not likely to be good enough so HP... grapple w/ HP (1d20+31=40)

James swore, eyes widening as he realized what was going on. Erin being mind controlled or tricked into convincing them was a bad thing. Like...hitting a nuclear warhead with a hammer, a lot, level of bad. Before he even could move an inch, Mark was batted aside and was down. Even as Trevor took out her senses, James was moving forward. He summoned his powers, praying this would work the first time. His hands reached out to grab her, even as he tried to summon a portal to push her in. "Erin, snap out of it! We're your friends dang it!" She was stronger but he only needed to hold her still for a second for the portal to envelop her...and possibly him. Unfortunately, even blinded and deaf, she reacted before he could summon the magical portal, clocking him hard.

init (1d20+2=8) Fear my speed! (again)

He chuckled. "No many do. It's not all just clever tricks and all that. Usually it takes a bit of talent and a good amount of effort to make it work. Usually," he said with a grin. He popped another dumpling into his mouth. He wasn't that hungry and he didn't really need to eat but he couldn't deny the food here was quite good. "I think I have. My family has quite a history of oddities. There's a super powered type once ever couple generations; I guess I'm it this time around," he said with a little shrug. "Combined with some extra magic thrown in for good measure, covers it pretty well." He wasn't telling her the truth, not completely anyway, but there's no way she'd know. He could charm a nun if he really wanted after all.

*poke poke*

James shook Nick's hand with a grin. "Name tags? That might ruin the whole 'mysterious' ambiance thing but I'm game," he said with a grin. "Phantom and Ouroboros," he said, greeting them with a grin and a nod. He glanced over at the latest arrival. "Welcome Sarah. I'm James. James Prophet, or Hellion if you prefer the whole 'code name' bit."

James grinned. "What and who are very different questions. Just as there a plethora of powers. I've seen a lot more varied powers than just that too," he said with a smile. "The 'metahuman category' can an encompass quite a bit. I've met quite a few smart people, none are experts, so I doubt you are either. No offense. But I have a plethora myself yes. Some are magic based, spells if you will, which might be causing you some consternation," he said with a smile.

James nodded as they returned to the topic at hand. "This ship, in addition to being an anchor, also has a dimensional drive. Erin already knows this but my 'job' is a dimensional guardian. I protect the dimensional boundaries of this world, enforce the pact, things like that. I'm the...junior partner in this. My partner is Phantom. It's a big job, don't get me wrong. And it isn't easy. But its mainly about this protecting this reality," he said. He looked around the supplies he had begun to gather. "I've been to quite a few realities now. More than a few really. And let me tell you, this is probably one of the best and safest I've ever seen. There are realities that are constantly at war, either with them selves or even with an outside entity like Omega. Or falling to the forces of 'evil'; their bad guys are ruling or winning. What passes for good guy are getting hammered. They just can't win on their own," he said half to himself. "I mean to fix that," he said softly. He turned back to the other. "You've seen what it's like when things go wrong. We fixed thing here. We got lucky really but we still did it. I aim to try it in other places, other realities. I'm not saying we're going to fight their wars or take on a whole planet or anything. But little things, key events, giving them a chance to get back on their feet. That we can do," he said firmly. "This isn't going to be some big heroic thing. A lot of this is likely to be a bit gritty, unpleasant even. Likely no one here will ever know. There's no glory in it. It's just to give someone else a shot at what we take for granted. And I can't do alone." "I can make hard decisions. I can deal with atrocities and the horrors quiet easily. I've got powers and magics, sure. But there are things I can't do. Reading minds? Finding out the truth someone has hidden no matter how smooth they are? Keeping us in contact with each other, no matter what's going on? I'm no telepath, but you are Eve. Your powers make you invaluable on something like this. Erin? Well, she can tear through tanks and survive anything that comes her way. She also knows how bad it can be out there and she's a survivor. I'm no planner. I know nothing about tactics or strategies. But you do Trevor. You can see the solution, to win the battles. I can't, not to mention a host of other skills I'm sure." He looked at all three of them for a moment, putting his personal feeling aside. This was bigger than that. "If you don't want to do this, it's ok. This is...ridiculously arrogant to even consider, let alone attempt. But I still intend to try. I asked all of you first for two reasons. One, you've seen or at least glimpsed what things could be like. And two...honestly, you're more likely to be ok with this. You haven't settled in on the hero thing or your not as 'squeeky clean' as some of them. Its why I didn't ask Mark. I love the guy but this isn't exactly going to be his cup of tea," he said with a smile. "I don't want to ruin his view on the world any more than it already has been." He shrugged a little. "That's it. That's why I asked you here. To see if you want in. If not, I can't blame you."

Midnight could see the second group was edgy and just itching to shoot something. But they couldn't see due to the Midnight Mist could that blocked their view. One seemed to be talking into a communicator quickly though with the sudden appearance of yet more Mist, Trevor lost sight quickly. Trevor easily stealthed his way down without anyone the wiser. Peeking through the illusion, he could see the others hiding where he left them, some more fearful than others. Faintly, he could hear more sounds of battle...

James shrugged. "Up to you. It's just an offer to help. No strings attached," he said with an unconcerned shrug. He reached over and grabbed the hot dumpling, not bothered by the burning heat in the least, and popped it in his mouth. He gave a wry smile. "Benefit of my powers," he said by way of explanation. He paused a moment at her question. "What do you mean, 'what exactly are you?'"

James listened as she spoke. "True. I've never worried about money. Ever. But I've had to worry about things far worse than that. A trade off maybe," he says with a shrug. "Actually, none of what I do pays me a cent. I'd be poor as dirt if I expected that." He reached inside his coat and pulls out a card and a pen. He writes a few names and numbers on the back. The front simply had his name and a phone number on it. "This is my card. I know a few people. Try one of those numbers on the back. They'll hook you up with something a bit more steady. Won't be starting at the top or anything, but it'll at least get your foot in the door someplace if you've actually got the skills. It'll get you stabilized so you can make your own moves." It wasn't much. It was up to her if she followed through.

James raised an eyebrow. "Well...that's a pretty sucky story. Really need to work on those details. It'll help make the story better," he said with a smile. "I wasn't exactly big on school myself. To busy. Always something or another to do," he said with a shrug. "So, what was your major in or what did you want to be doing? And I don't suppose anything has panned out given where you said you were living, huh?"

James looked over at her, having little trouble imagining her in the suit, though since she was in his head anyway, he tried to stop his thoughts there. -- I think you'd look great in it. You've got the body to pull it off, no question. -- He grinned at her, making sure to keep any of his more usual trains of thought quite buried. For now anyway. -- So, I'm guessing beach then? To show off the suit and the everything else,-- he thought; his grin matching his tone.