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"This is where he's going to say, 'oh, it's already begun'," Leilani offered with a bemused smile from her place against the wall. The additional contact with the steel bubble that they were all standing in certainly helped her slight vertigo and the Hawaiian hero was looking far more cheerful than she'd been a few minutes ago. Shifting so that she could lace her hands behind her back, she lifted one shoulder in slight shrug. Her posture was relaxed and unconcerned. While Leilani did want to be on the team for her own merit and she enjoyed being able to help people, she didn't have the drive to prove herself or be the best that some of her contemporaries seemed to, nor a fear of failure. If she failed, she'd simply try again and again. Stubborn, her mother had always called her and she wasn't wrong. Nor had she been wrong about that stubbornness getting Leilani into trouble. Or, you know, encased in lava for decades because she'd sought out the storm swells. She nodded to Frost once, "I don't think anyone's going to back out now, comrade."
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Robin watched his arm with some interest, one brow quirking. "Your suit's Dakanan," she commented with some interest. "Or at least powered by Daka crystals." Absently, and unconsciously, Robin reached up to rub where the arm met flesh. She shook it off quickly, running her hand down the prosthetic. It had an air of habit to it, as if she were used to checking that the prosthetic that she couldn't really feel - not the same way that she did with her biological arm - was whole and well. It was a masterful piece of engineering. Robin's coordination was almost what it had been with her real arm and her nerves picked up pressure on it but she felt no pain, nor real sensation. If it was damaged in a fight and she missed it, there was no ache to tell her that the arm was wounded. Her smile was faint but genuine. "Not too bad for a first time in the Fens. Yeah, kid, we can work together again. I'm never all that hard to find in the Fens."
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'I'll see what I can do,' was Ray's reply. Absently, he tapped his fingers along the back of his phone as he considered what strings he might be able to tug on to get a daypass. He didn't have all that much clout but ex-angel counted for something as far as trustworthiness went. He wasn't fallen, for pete's sake. While he considered his options, he glanced over the other texts that scrolled in and smiled slightly. 'Talking to humans wasn't something I was allowed to do. That's... well, it's above my pay-grade, you could say. In the heavens I was part of, every choir has a place and a purpose. Ours was to record the actions of men. We were, hm, book keepers of a sort. Silent observers, that sort of thing. You have to be a higher rank to be allowed to talk to humans. Which, I suppose, makes sense in a way. Otherwise, no one would get anything done. So, no, I didn't get to tell them what I thought, not until I had a human body which wasn't until the seventies or so and then I had to find a job and a place to stay. No one gives you a stipend and I didn't have' The text cut off abruptly before Ray started again. 'I'm not SUPPOSED to have any non-human-standard abilities. It took me a while to figure out a workaround. But London in the seventies was interesting enough. Certainly gave me time to dabble in art. Good museums there too though a little - well - British.'
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'If I get you a day pass, want to go? I mean, I'd offer to sneak you over and have you back by breakfast but I think you'll fuss about rule breaking,' Ray replied. He paused and then searched for one of those winky face smile emoji's. It felt weird to him still. Like sticking a happy face in a letter but he was nothing if not adaptive. Ray had to pause then to consider the question. There was so much beauty that he'd gotten to see over the years. So many amazing creations by names big and small. 'Sistine Chapel; Descent from Mount Sinai. But that one has special memories. I saw it painted. Angels are allowed to hang around in chapels and places of worship after all. That's when I began to get, hm, distracted from my duties. Now I'm on sabbatical. More time to bounce about and see things, though. Sabbatical isn't so bad.' Which was a good thing because Ray was pretty certain that all the tweaking and meddling he'd done to his human form made it reasonably permanent. 'Can't leave the states though. Hm. What about the Met? Been there?'
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Reaching up to her throat, her fingertips touched the pendant that had been with her for so very long. Her entire journey up until this point, it had started with the Eye of Heshem and her oaths to the Modoros. Huang had never seen his mother without it, in or out of costume. She hesitated for a moment, her gloved fingers touching the glittering jewel before she reached up to unclasp the thick chain. The still warm links of gold puddled in her gloved hands. So this is farewell, old friend. Be good to him. Keep him safe, help him find the path like you did for me so many years ago. "Many of you know me as Heshem's chosen guardian. For over a decade, I have kept the dimensional boundaries as I was charged to do. I did not seek the position of Master Mage but Eldritch choose me as his successor. At his passing, those duties fall to me. I have always served the Modoros but I cannot be the guardian of the Void as well as fulfill my duties here so I, too, must choose my own successor." Her gloved fingers flexed once around the necklace before she released it to vanish with a soft pop only to reappear in Huang's hands. The gold was dull with age and the gem flashed with echoes of the Void's flickers of lightning. The artifact pulsed with magic, resonating with Phantom's own magic before it realigned to its new chosen bearer. Huang heard the whisper of a goddess in his ears before the magic in his hands settled into a steady throb as familiar as his own pulse. "It is my pride and pleasure to announce that Ouroboros has completed his training as my apprentice." Phantom said with distinct though quiet pride. The smile that curved Phantom's lips landed on her firstborn with open affection even through the shadows of her hood.. "I hope that you will join me in welcoming him to the mystical community as a full member." Her gaze swept over the crowd, lingering for a moment in the distance before her attention turned back to the knot of magic workers as the polite applause died down. "It is rare that we gather in such numbers. For a brief moment, I open the floor to any important announcements."
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"Excuse me, would you," Phantom murmured to the teenagers, her voice low. She floated through the crowd, turning intangible and those who did not clear out of the Master Mage's path might find her cloak fluttering unsettling through their limbs as she stalked across the ever more crowded floor. Rather than take the stairs, Phantom floated up towards where the band played. She didn't wave her hand to get their attention. Really, when the Master Mage of Prime floated ephemerally in front of you, it was good to give her your full attention. The cape billowed around Phantom's frame with the odd eldritch flashes of light flickering inside its midnight folds. "If I could all have your attention," Phantom said. She didn't raise her voice but certainly there was some sort of magic that ensured that its sepulchral tones made to every nook and cranny of the Elder Sign. She paused for a moment before adding, "Please."
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Robin let out a little breath. He seemed competent enough but she didn't want to test his suit against a hail of bullets. Standing up, Robin jogged to the roof and dropped down into the alley. "Just me," she offered, well aware that she didn't want to startle Kam. "Easiest thing to do is burn it. If we were trying for a police case, we'd drop it off at the station but, hate to say it, but there are plenty of corrupt cops that would let it get back out onto the street one way or another. You seem pretty solid on the science part of this stuff. I be t you know how hot a fire has to get to destroy cocaine. No one will notice another fire in a metal bin around here." Robin waved her hand vaguely towards the scrap yard and the few alleys beyond where the occasional homeless had a small fire burning for warmth or to heat food. Robin was all too familiar with what life on the streets was like in the Fens. Her grey eyed gaze was both sad and far too knowledgeable as she took off the small black and red mask that she'd worn for the car chase.
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Leilani nodded her agreement with the assessment. She had dutifully slipped through the crowd. In her brightly patterned dress, without costume or armor she barely drew a second glance. Her identity might be public but she wasn't all that famous. "Well, you'd better decide quick," Leilani offered with a bemused smile and waved her hand towards the door. "Cynthia didn't want to seem like you were playing favorites so there's paparazzi and gossip columnists out there among the more serious press. That nasty guy from the Tattler was elbowing his way up front when I slipped in the side entrance. You know they' gonna pounce on weakness like sharks on blood. You've got this. It's just a bit of talking and then letting folks drink and mingle afterwards." Glancing towards the clock, Leilani waved her hands towards the door a little more urgently, "Go on. You don't wanna be late and we'll make sure that everything in here is all ready. Just stay on topic, yeah?" She offered her more reassuring smile and winked once at Dimitri. Leilani paused to catch his hand and give it a little squeeze, offering a bit of her perpetual warmth so he looked a little less frozen for the cameras before she offered a final wave and turned towards the frantic staff member trying to make sure that the tables were well stocked without risking going cold. "Yeah, yeah, I can keep the food warm. Relax."
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'Sure, but there's a difference between being alone because you're happy and being alone because you're afraid.' Ray replied, glancing up at the clock as he did a bit of mental math. 'I've been to the Louvre many times but I don't usually wait through lines. Just have to catch it off hours. There are tours too, if that's your sort of thing.' Probably best not to add that he was there when it first opened although hidden from the eyes of humanity. 'It opens at nine, you know... three am our time. You could go and be back by breakfast.'
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'It's okay, I wasn't really looking for one. I signed up for this thing to make my friend Ellis join too - he's a widower with kids and despite his protests, pretty sure he's given up and is waiting for death. Nice guy, cute kids. Deserves better than shuttling back and forth between work and family and saving the world.' Ray replied easily, letting out another little huff of breath as he stretched out on the sofa in his apartment. 'I saw your friend Aquaria's profile and then yours and thought I'd say hi and... well, and maybe tease Aquaria a bit. Your profile, honestly, isn't probably going to get too many people bothering you right now unless they're looking for an alien trying to be human? You might want to adjust it a bit, though. Super humans are a pretty small circle and I'm not going to tease you but some super heroes are real assholes. Anyway, you can't go to the mixer things without signing up and if I don't make him, he won't go.' Ray paused for a moment before asking, 'Ever been to the Louvre?'
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Ray let out a relieved breath as the surprise turned out to be Jessie, herself, although he still thought that Aquaria's surprises were perhaps best avoided in general. 'Hi, Jesse. I sort of figured that Aquaria had made the profile... unless you really are concerned about people eating your dog? (I already promised not to),' Ray typed quickly, though he took the time for punctuation because he was oooold, as far as technology went at least. 'But I wasn't entirely sure who I was talking to for a bit there. It's a decent museum. Ever looked at Zdzisław Beksiński's work? He did some dystopian surrealist work that reminds me a bit of your landscape. He said he 'photographed dreams'. You might check his work out. Here let me find it.' There was a pause as Ray dug through web pages for a moment before sending a link to the painting in question: 'Here.'
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Oh no. Ray had sudden grave concerns about this entire thing. 'I am eighty-five percent certain that I'm actually typing with Aquaria and not Jessie and if that's true, DON'T SEND PICTURES.' Ray replied as quickly as he could type things out. For a moment, he had all sorts of horrified thoughts of Aquaria taking things to the next mammillian level and sending flirty pictures. Chatting was one thing but he wasn't about to be part of something - anything! - like that. 'Hello? Aquaria? Jessie?'
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'Moody,' replied Ray. He grumbled to himself about the small screen of the phone and squinted a little, trying to gauge what the picture looked like in real life. Digital reproductions just never had the same pop. 'And thanks. I try. Thankfully I have a lot of time to practice. So what's your preferred medium to work in?' That was both a genuine question and a bit of an attempt to fish around for who was at the keyboard, so to speak. (No pun intended). 'Ever been to the museum in Freedom City? Their rotating catalog is pretty solid.'
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'They do smell bad,' Ray agreed, typing with one thumb as he went to finish drying his hair. He slung the towel over the bar in the shower room to dry so there was a pause though the '...' made it clear he still was typing. 'I do like art. I do it for a living. I think we've met before. I did the tattoo on your roommate.' Now, Ray felt just a little guilty. He was reasonably sure it was the Deep One that he was typing with. Unless, of course, he'd vastly underestimated Jessie's ability to write. For a moment, he flipped back to the profile to look it over once more. He was at least... eighty-seven percent sure that no human had written the profile at least. Ray flipped over to photos, absently flicking through and past the ones with Ellis' kids. He smirked when he flipped past the picture of Ellis himself scowling that Ray had taken for the Sandman's profile on EU before finding the photos of the most recent wall mural in the tattoo shop. 'I finished my mural. Here.' He sent the image through the website's messaging service. It was definitely art though much more pop art graffiti than anything classical.
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It was a pain in the ass to get Ellis to sign up for dating. After things with Stesha had fizzled, Ray was more than a little concerned that his friend may have given up entirely and that couldn't be healthy. This whole 'Eros Unlimited' nonsense sounded like a pile of hoodoo but he'd watched Ellis bounce from work to superhero to home to be 'Dad' without ever taking a break and that just seemed downright unhealthy. Humans needed other humans. Ray had learned that if he'd learned nothing else from his centuries upon centuries of recording humanity for the celestial heavens. So Ray fretted... and meddled. Once he'd slipped his jeans back on after a shower, Ray towel dried his hair before he glanced down to his phone. A cheery little alert announced 'new profiles' and resolutely, Ray flipped his thumb over to open the screen. He absently swiped across the first few until a very large eye filled his screen. Ray snorted with amusement as he swiped down to check out the rest of the profile. He didn't remember every client but a Deep One was hard to forget. How the 'MatchMaker' was going to help that one, Ray had no clue. He rather doubted that there were any other heroic deep ones looking for love at all, let alone on a website. Still chuckling, he continued flicking through until a painting caught his eye. It was good, surprisingly so. When he flicked down, he recognized Aquaria's companion. Good for her, working on her art. The profile, however, made Ray laugh out loud when he got to the 'about me': I am looking for a man. This man must be like a normal human male, with a regular-sized mouth with normal human teeth, and limbs that all point the right way. Still snickering, Ray went to flip through until he found the 'message' option: Well, I don't like to eat dogs but I'm not sure what you consider 'good smell'. I don't wear Ax body products. Does that count?
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"Not copy, just touch it. Jeez," Sofi complained as she tried (and failed) to get the camera to take a shot of the creepy mansion. She hadn't expected otherwise but she seemed to take her tech failing as much as a personal affront as Alice did with her inability to stare down the mansion. Sofi muttered rude words under her breath at the failure for any picture to show her anything before she thrust her electronics towards Alice, who she trusted not to drop the priceless equipment. "I'll touch it!" Sofi declared with certainty. What harm could a building do to a person, after all? Really, it was barely modern. Other than maybe falling on her in vengeance - which seemed unlikely - it was just a building. Without waiting for permission, the hacker headed for the building. "You hear that creepy building. I'm going to touch you with my fingertips. Maybe lick you! You're not going to beat us, spooky house. We're the Spookbuster Squad!" They were emphatically not the 'Spookbuster Squad'.
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Leilani turned slightly, squinting a little as if it were hard to make out Mona's words before understanding dawned. She wasn't entirely deaf but there were certain sound registers that she couldn't hear and the crowd in the room made that worse. She relied fairly heavily on catching the vibrations but without the earth below her feet, everything echoed a bit oddly. She shifted to the edge of the group to help with the background noise and put one hand against the sleek wall of the space station to better even out the way sound vibrated on the metal and plastic around her. When she realized what Mona was asking, she chuckled once but neither blushed nor denied the clear insinuation. "We have more in common than most people would guess. Dimitri was my mentor, of sorts. Unfortunately, my powers didn't come with a user manual and mistakes can be... well, highly destructive. Plus, who else would watch the entire run of Cheers and Hawaii Five-O with me?" Leilani wasn't surprised by the announcement but then she'd had the advantage of being around the League as it went through its restructuring. Recruiting was inevitable, even if Leilani hadn't been aware of the roster of those invited. Some of them were surprises, others less so. She nodded to Sandman once at his question, indicating her agreement that it was a solid one.
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eros unlimited Eros Unlimited Requests
alderwitch replied to alderwitch's topic in Campaign Discussion
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Robin was just grateful that her ancient beater of a car was also a stick-shift so she was used to a touchy clutch. Between the car's over-tweaked handling and her own supernatural reflexes, it was relatively easy to keep the vehicle well in front of the gang members. The trick was two fold though, letting them THINK that they might catch her and keeping any of the people out on the streets from getting hit by either her vehicle or the people following her that were far more cavalier about such collateral damage. Despite herself, Robin smiled as she hit the curve hard enough to make the tires squeal and to whip her hair about her face. Sometimes... just sometimes... this hero-thing could be a hell of a lot of fun. She'd been starting to forget that. Her grey eyed gaze dropped to the clock on the dash, checking that she'd given Kam the lead that he needed before she yanked the wheel hard to the right at the street she'd been circling towards. Robin slammed on the brakes, right in front of the local PD before she flung herself out of the car. Her merry laughter rang out over the rooftops as she left the members of King's gang with the conundrum of trying to recover the car in front of a bunch of officers or accept the loss. A single leap and swing from a lightpost and she was once again sprinting across rooftops. Robin beat the criminals back to their hideout, dropping to sit on the rooftop overlooking the scrap yard. They hadn't come up with a plan to meet up but Robin wanted to make sure that the Red Lynx made it out alright without any trouble.
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Angrydurf will be running combat and while you're welcome to NPC reporters, I'm happy to post for some too!
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Location: Freedom Hall, Freedom City Date: Thursday, July 25, 2019: 1:37 PM FREEDOM LEAGUE TO ANNOUNCE NEW LINE UP AND ANSWER QUESTIONS: 2:00 PM Outside of the shining walls of Freedom Hall, a small crowd of interested onlookers formed up behind press. Staff were making sure that any random bystanders were finding a place in the crowd, overseen by Cynthia. For once, the lobby and reception area were closed to the public while everything was set up. It had been a gradual transition, in many ways, as the vanguard of the League retired and handed off their duties one by one to the former Auxiliary members. It was known, really, that these heroes had become the New Freedom League, but this would be the first official press conference, confirming the retirement of many of Freedom's best and most beloved and the rise of their new League. A lot of work went into those preparations, most of it by staff but the heroes were busy themselves. After all, there were speeches to be made, questions that would have to be answered and not all the press invited was all that friendly. There were bound to be hostile reporters looking for gossip or tidbits to make their headlines pop. Plus, after the press conference, there was to be a reception open to any who might visit Freedom Hall and their old-but-new heroes. Of course, planning a party for 'any who might show up' would have been enough to keep staff busy. Leilani slipped between two harried staff members to offer Dimitri the notecards that were supposed to be his script. No doubt, he'd find some place new to discard them. She wasn't in costume as Leilani was here to join the crowd with the other interested on-lookers although she'd probably end up drafted by staff to help set tables and other minutuae when the League went out to talk. Raising her voice so that it would be heard, Leilani offered, "Cynthia says its ten minutes to showtime."
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Searchable Profile [A fit, tall man in a tanktop, spattered with paint and scowling at a half finished mural on what looks to be the wall of a tattoo shop.] [A splash of bright watercolors under a sharp ink drawing of a forest landscape] [The same blonde man, from behind, leaning on the railing of a building overlooking Freedom City, black and white] Name: Ray Gender: Male Preferred Era of Pop Culture: I'm pretty fond of the eighties punk rock scene in London. I am perhaps unreasonably fond of Italy during the High Renaissance period. No, I'm not being 'pretentious', I genuinely like classical art and some of the best examples all spring out of a very short span of time in Italy. That's fascinating! About you: Well, I'm an angel in a person-suit. No, really. That's my 'origin story'. I'm not fallen, per say - I'm not THAT much of a stereotype, thanks, but after recording history for the particular heaven dimension I was created in, I'm a bit more interested in making my own than writing down someone else's. Thanks. In terms of the more mundane, I'm a small business owner; I run a tattoo shop in Freedom City and I typically spend my weekends volunteering. Looking For: I'm not picky. Personality is more important to me than most things. Partner Goals: My buddy is a widower, so I signed up for this stupid thing to keep him company. I'm not opposed to dating. It's not all 'Dogma' up in here - please don't DM me to ask, but I'm honestly pretty dubious that any sort of dating site is actually going to work. No offense. Fun Prompts! My Favorite Thing About The Place I Live Is.... Indoor plumbing. Most People Who Know Me Would Say I'm... "Sarcastic, a pain in the ass, but surprisingly decent once you get to know you, I guess." - A direct quote from my 'best' friend. My Favorite Childhood Memory Is... I didn't... HAVE a childhood? Watching civilization rise out of the bronze age was neat, I guess. Five Things I Am Not... Fallen, domestic, bored, obedient, entertained by these stupid get to know you questions Private Letter to ErosUnlimited
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The new comer's gaze rapidly shifted from one person to the other and then to the crowd before back around to the park itself. There was no missing her rapt wonder before she dutifully tried to turn her attention to speaking to the assembled heroes. "Oh, you are lovely. I would dearly love to touch your scales but it would be rude without asking," she said to Dio, offering her bare hands in a gesture to show she wouldn't touch without asking. She said it in the same way one might recite important facts they were trying to remember. 'Do not touch the sentient creatures without asking very nicely' was clearly something she had deemed Important although she very clearly wanted to touch both the wings and scales. "You are not of Earth, I don't think - I made very, very, very, VERY sure to study all the forms. That's why I took this one! It is like the guardians of this planet. The-ones-who-cultivate! The forbearers made them but I haven't seen any in such a LONG time but there are so many more people to watch now! So many people...." She trailed off for a moment, distracted before shaking herself. "I'm so sorry. Speaking all happens so much faster than... what else did you want to know? Oh, I'm fine. Very much fine! I was still mostly rock and flame and star-stuff when I hit the earth. I know that this flesh-body is going to be more fragile so I made sure it was very safe. I'm quite fine, thank you so much, miss. Ma'am? Miss-ma-am?" Her nose crinkled as she tried to decide between the terms before rapidly discarding them. She beamed at Legatus, "Of course you should do all-the-things. Mortal life is short and burning brightly is entirely the point.... NAMES. Oh, you probably want names. You call us Andromeda but I am the only one of 'us' here. My siblings will not mind if you use that moniker for me. They don't pay attention but I do. I have been watching for so, SO long and now I am here. Hello!" When she said 'Andromeda', the creature pointed towards the heavens. For most, it would seem a vague gesture towards where she came from. For those who could see into the stars and beyond, Andromeda pointed very specifically at a section of sky where the Andromeda constellation sat... where one of the stars was distinctly missing.
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"The League Designation is Earth-O-Eldritch-2, but everyone calls it Fortuna. It's a sister dimension to Prime. Don't worry, the monsters we fought weren't sentient and were entirely malevolent. Fortuna can sound a little horrifying - a land of faerie tales - but the morality of good versus evil is very much what it looks like on the tin. Prime is much more shades of murky grey," Janus said, their accent thickening just a little as they spoke about their lost world. Janus gaze didn't waver and their voice was steady but there was no masking the brief flash of pain in their eyes before Janus forced their voice to lighten with determination. "But I've spent plenty of summers here with the Danger half of my family so I wasn't totally lost in a tech-heavy world. My cousin, Veronica, is in Claremont right now too. We're of an age and have always got along well. She's much more the student of magic than I." Janus smiled then, a charming smile that crinkled the corners of the starbust mark around their eye. "We're all here learning to blend in to some degree though my family doesn't 'do' secret identities. Some of the students are here to learn to control their abilities and have a 'normal' life but.... well, sounds dreadfully dull to me. Wouldn't you concur, Dio? What even is 'normal'? Overrated." Janus might as well have quoted a 'Danger Family Motto'.
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Freedom League Auxiliary
alderwitch replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in The Lighthouse: Catchphrase!
https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/12349-everybody-make-a-scene-ic/ Hey, Heritage, it just started. Ask AA if he doesn't mind you popping in