Dariusprime

Notice vs Mountain (1d20+8=27)

Fulcrum just shook her head as well. Yes, the dear being obviously didn't understand euphemisms. If she should have known, Colt did too. Giving the cowboy a little smirk, she replied to Tempest while taking off, "The former, Tempest. Yes, grasping there without permission is very rude. Its a major invasion of privacy and personal sovereignty." With any luck the convoy was off and proceeding nicely. Since she really didn't know where to start on the mountain, she figured the top was a good a place as any, and thus decided to make a circle of the problem before landing. Hopefully someone would spot a good place or 'center' where they could begin. Otherwise a systematic search was in order.

Fulcrum chuckled and headed for the main doors, "Alright, I'll take you both to see the bolthole I call a studio." That being said, she stepped outside into the crisp night air and began hovering. Taking a deep breath, "Going to fly again? Lovely night for it." Once the answer came, she was off into the wild blue yonder. Obviously flying held a great joy for her, even when the power just took her from A to B. Their route was much the same, although it veered off away from the Waterfront proper and more northerly past the aquarium. After a few barrel rolls and loops, she settled down at the front doors of an old, renovated warehouse. "Where is my key?" she mumbled to herself.

Fulcrum was cheering with the rest of the crowd when Grim hit the mat. She too seemed a little perplexed, hesitating a moment, before nodding to Ace over the roar of the crowd, "I think so. Still that was one hell of match!" The energy of so many people rumbled in her chest. Suddenly the evening came back into focus and she realized the match was really over. Which meant that her match with Atlas was up very shortly. But for the moment, none of that mattered. After Grim was a given a clean bill of health, she joined Atlas in the chant and standing ovation for both competitors. "GRIM! JACK! GRIM! JACK!"

Popping her neck, Fulcrum hovered a couple of feet above the ground, "Those things will kill you know," she joked while waiting for Tempest's answer. Judging from the serious look on her face, Fulcrum was far more worried about what they would find at the top of the mountain. After all it wasn't every day that a freakin' mountain decided to collapse in on itself for no explainable physical reason. Hell, she wasn't even a scientist and found that troubling. Nodding to Geckoman, she replied, "Just a thought, thanks anyway. Maybe we can have a look at it later." That thought aside for the moment, she turned to Tempest, "The cowboy has a point. If you're not up to it, you're welcome to catch a ride. Just remember, non-human or not," holding her hand up to about waist level, "If my body was a map of the world, your elemental hands stay in the northern hemisphere." True, she was half teasing. Tempest didn't really seem to understand humans very well, but hopefully he would get the point both subtly and seriously. Still she smiled to him and offered a hand.

Fulcrum leaned back over to Ace to reply, only to find that superfluous. She grimaced as Jack popped Grim. By this point she was absolutely sure that Grim was taking the match just a tad too seriously. Really though, Jack's demeanor aside, feeling sorry for Grimalkin was far more important than any pseudo-lesson for Jack-of-All-Blades. So instead of responding to Ace, Fulcrum turned back to Colt, "I recommend, as a woman and warrior, nothing less than cuddles and a gallon of her favorite ice cream." With that nugget of advice invested to Colt, Fulcrum turned back to the fight and yelled, "You can do it, Grim! Ignore that baloney and slug him one to that pretty face! Girl power!" She even cupped her hands around her mouth to make her voice travel, despite the fact that the thousands of screaming fans drowned out even her booming voice. What a great day. Of course that didn't stop her energy emissions from flaring up from the excitement. If anything Jack may notice the blip of energy from her was slowly creeping upwards in magnitude as she got more excited.

Don't feel bad. I only knew about the album cover from a tv program and a google search. ;)

"I give. I give. I shouldn't have even tried something so basic," teased Fulcrum as she, quite visibly, tried to come up with a more challenging question, "You know your stuff, I'll give you that. All of us have our specialties. You should appear on Jeopardy, Breakdown." Looking around the costumes again, she chuckled and glanced at the two, "Like I said though, at least you two have original costumes and backgrounds. All I get is flack from the 'establishment'. You have no idea how hard it is to walk in Centurion's footsteps." From the sound of it, she wasn't really having a pity party of it, simply stating a fact that she had come to accept. Given her demonstrated personality and intellect though, she must have been fully aware of the potential for problems in the first place. Just maybe not of this magnitude. Ironic then that she would confess these misgivings to two heroes that were small children during the Terminus Invasion. Maybe that was part of the point. Who knows?

"Easier said than done. I'm sitting here on the side lines and I want to punch him," joked Fulcrum as she continued devouring the peanuts. Between mouthfuls, she shadowboxed a counter punch as if Jack were sneaking up on her. "These things are addictive. What is it about movie theater popcorn and stadium hot dogs and peanuts?"

When another moment of silence descended, "Fulcrum. I'm here to speak to the angel, or angels, too. Nice to meet you all," said Fulcrum quickly, feeling oddly out of place. She gave everyone a small wave and sat down on the edge of a pew. If she was going to uphold her New Year's Resolution, she best meet-and-greet while she could. Phantom aside no one in the room was familiar. Even Phantom she couldn't really call an acquaintance, although her distinctive appearance lingered in Fulcrum's mind from the Invasion. Which only peaked her interest in Dead Head's question and Heyzel's answer.

Thanks, Avenger. ;)

Be loud and proud, quote. I only use the term 'geek' in the highest regards and self identify in every way! Oh and with that much pop culture knowledge, the answer is June 1966. ;)

Fulcrum grinned but looked a little uncomfortable. Pocketing the phone again, "Thank you. I thought we were here to show you the ropes though, KC? Not get dragged into my hobbies. We can drop over if you two want." She popped her back and gave Breakdown a sly look. Looking up at the high ceiling, she whistled innocently and suddenly rambled off, "What month and year was the Beatle's infamous "Butcher Cover" Yesterday and Today album released?"

"All the trees on one side of that mountain look suspicious," said Fulcrum as she pointed up at the offending lump of rock. She stood and tapped her chin in thought, "The whole thing is disintegrating or something. If we're looking for a center, my money points that way." Leaning on the side of the Pitchoo, she glanced inside as Geckoman worked, "I don't suppose you have the gear to identify this stuff do you?"

Sorry, quote. Haven't really been paying attention to OOC. On a side note, Amanda Conner is one of my favorite current artists. Especially the style she is using on Power Girl. You ubergeek you. :ugeek:

"Spoken like a true smartass," Fulcrum joked, "Or budding artist. But sure, I'll try to nab you both a copy." When Breakdown started zipping off facts about the comic, she just stopped and listened to him in shock. Considering that the comic geek in her had only heard the name before submitting samples, Breakdown's knowledge of comic fandom was impressive indeed. "Characters and layouts. They gave me a blank check to redesign the characters. I really didn't change much. 'Don't mess with perfection' or so they say," she replied while flipping through her phone again. Finally she offered the small screen up to the two, "This isn't from Typhoon, but its my current style." "Yeah, sure, KC. I have a studio down by the docks. That's why I was in the neighborhood."

Munching on a handful of peanuts, "See, Atlas? We don't have a thing to worry about. As long as I'm not King Kong, I'll be happy," she joked. Fulcrum chuckled as she too settled back to watch the acrobatics, sipping her drink and devouring the peanuts in a most unlady-like fashion. Like the big man beside her, a normal serving just wasn't going to last long. As for the fight, Grim was really getting into the match. Maybe a little too into the match. Then again maybe Jack was just that aggravating. On that point she could sympathize. She leaned in toward Colt and Atlas, "Is it just me or she really trying to slug him good?" Noting Atlas' discomfort, she offered him her drink.

I'd like it to be, but I haven't heard a whisper from Troubleshooter. :(

Yeah, he is just pulling my leg. Although she looked a touch disappointed, Fulcrum turned her attention to the match. Clapping along with the spectators, "That's the stuff! Float like Mothra and sting like the Scorpion King!" Bad parodies aside, Grim and Colt did make for exciting entertainment. She didn't come out and say it, but a nod signaled her agreement with Atlas' assessment. Those two were quick and wiry. "Why thank you, sir. You're a scholar and gentleman," complemented Fulcrum as she took the proffered peanuts and cup, "Next round is on me."

Having drifted off a moment, Fulcrum started and turned to the two, "Oh, yeah, I'm a professional artist. I'd like to say my oil and watercolor paintings, the whole 'fine art' thing, was my forte, but really I'm a graphic designer and illustrator," she smirked ruefully, "Although really I do prefer illustration work a lot more. Just landed a gig doing the interior art for the comic Typhoon. I'm really stoked about that." She stopped a moment and eyed another costume, adding a little vaguely, "Plus I publish some of my original work too." Those attuned to pop culture may have heard of the adventure comic Typhoon. Equal parts Indiana Jones, Jack Sparrow and The Man with No Name, the titular character was a fictional heroine zooming around circa 1970s trying to save the world. She originally was a successful indie comic before being bought up by Castle Comics and relegated to D-list status until receiving her own book last year. The fan base was small but vocal.

Notice vs Soot (1d20+8=20)

Fulcrum sighed visibly when the Pitchoo landed. Frankly given her level of anxiety, Colt's was perfectly understandable. While he unloaded his bike, Fulcrum looked around the clearing, rubbing some soot in her fingers. Nothing really jumped out at her, although she scanned the area for signs of old fires anyway. Barring that, human pollution was a possibility. The toxicity of the soot sprung to mind. Crouching next to him, "What do you think, Colt? Is this wood soot or industry?"

Congratulations! :clap:

One would think that finding a flying man with a flaming sword would have been relatively easy. Considering the tizzy he stirred up, she figured she had lots of time to introduce herself later. Fulcrum discovered sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Just like his initial appearance, the giantess was always one step behind ‘Freedom Angel’. Thus she decided to stop beating around the burning bush and go straight to the source: St. Stephen’s Church. Fulcrum wouldn’t call herself an investigator by any stretch of the imagination. Her crime scene and detective skills largely consisted of NCIS and Discovery Channel shows. Still a nagging feeling in the back of her mind compelled her to learn more about this Heyzel. Privately she wasn’t one to second guess people, but at the same time, he appeared to be a nice enough guy, especially considering the newspaper reports. Her better nature though hoped he was on the up-and-up. Thus Centurion 2.0, as the conservative Daily Herald mocked, came to a soft landing in front of ye ol church. No sooner had she landed than a raised voice drifted into her ears. Ever the observant type, the keyword ‘Terminus’ carried her inside and into the proceedings. At which point she skidded to a halt and blinked. Angels. Zombie. Incredibly beautiful woman. Creepy witch woman. Gonna be a good day.

Skip ahead to the landing maybe?