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"Life is funny like that," came her reply to Colt, "Sometimes the best things just sort of sneak up on you." Nodding politely, "Thank you, Mr. Danger, for that great sacrifice." Glancing up at the clock, Fulcrum excused herself for a moment, only to return with roll of boxing tape. Having fists as tough as hers made the tape superfluous. Most days she simply shredded the stuff before the workout was over. Still force of habit was hard to break. Wrapping with a practiced ease, she inquired, "Any good super hero teams operating around town?" In truth a few leads had already come up. She had her ear to the ground for just that topic. Still having inside information was so much better.

Bouts! Bouts! :D

"Yup, all good things," She grinned, "From what I hear, Breakdown here is the Master of Music in these parts. Other than maybe Maestro. Is he your nemesis or something?" Kid Cthulhu's enthusiasm was refreshing. Given a little polish, he had the potential to be a real asset to the people of Freedom City. Sure his powers had an unsettling side effect, but around these parts who really cared? "He is the music guy, and I'm the art girl. If you want to learn about supers, the Super Museum should still be open." She pulled out her iPhone, the tiny device looking non-existent in her huge hand, "They have historic items as well as a lot of super-hero related art."

"Cool." Leaning inside the hatch, she said, "I'll fly along side." With that she ascended, slowly gaining altitude and following the cloud trail. Wonders never ceased. Honestly she wasn't sure how fast the ship would go. Every few seconds she looked back to the ship. She sure didn't want to get run over by it, but on the other hand carrying a broken down Super Science! ship wasn't very appealing either. Everything would be alright. Geckoman knew what he was doing. As the Pitchoo joined her, off they went!

I'm not sure what modifiers we should use, but an Ace/Colt, Grim/Jack and Atlas/Fulcrum fight would seem like a good match up in game. Maybe announce them with hyperbole and salted ham? The Duke of Danger vs the Cunning Cowboy! The Pixie Pugilist vs the Swordsman of Swash! The Red Roller vs the Caped Cruiser! Or maybe something more creative and less silly? ;)

Fulcrum gave Jack a skeptical look and mumbled under her breath, "I doubt it." Turning her attention to the fey, she smiled at Grimalkin's embarrassment and replied to Atlas, "Why thank you. All of us did our best that day." She meant every word. "I'm more worried about property damage. For fairness may be we should face off." Every once in a while she glanced at Jack, her expression bemused. "Colt, I haven't known you very long, but even I can tell you can be stubborn as a mule." She patted him on the back, being careful not to launch the cowboy and fairy. Speaking of sprites, "Quite a catch you have there. How did you two ever meet?"

The guy is laying it on a little thick. Fulcrum gave Heyzel a friendly smile and small wave. Concern tugged at the corners of her mouth though. His answer to the brightly dressed woman had bothered her. Glancing around the pews, she found herself among the few with a troubled expression. Still a special, interactive performance was nice even if she didn't agree with message. Someone had obviously went all out on his costume and wings too. She took a deep breath and scanned through the program. New perspectives were another reason she was here after all. Of course certain key variables were missing from her assessment. Like the facts that the man had appeared in a flash of light and flew around on those little wings. Or the fact that he apparently believed every word that came out of his mouth. About the time the young man confessed, Fulcrum closed the program. "Hmm...," was all she managed when Heyzel summoned his flaming sword. Okay, now that was spectacular. She sat up straight and leaned on the pew in front of her.

Notice Checks x2 (1d20+8=13, 1d20+8=26) Look! Up in the sky!

Thanks, Avenger. :)

By All Your Powers Combined Fisticuffs Fundraiser! Holy Meeting Nearer Than You Think Shoggoth on the Roof

"...par for the course. Yeah, everything is going great. I'll be home soon. Love you too, Mom." Standing outside the main doors, Fulcrum looked across the old graveyard as she pocketed the phone. Despite the chill, her civilian outfit was rather light, a black coat and puffy hat the only concession to the elements. Services like these always delighted her. The old church radiated an understated elegance. Seeing everyone enjoying themselves was a tremendous stress reliever. The music in particular brought her back year-after-year, and this year the choir was really on a roll. Plus the inter-faith sermons were intriguing. Lets be honest here, the free food had been a big draw too. She was a practical woman first. Mulling over the speakers' words, Fulcrum took one last look over the graveyard and headed back inside. Sounded like "Silent Night" had just finished, but the speaker's voice wasn't recognizable. She came to a screeching halt just inside the main entrance. Heyzel had just finished introducing himself. Mouthing the words Ambassador of Heaven?, she slipped into her spot at the back and slid down in the pew. Proportions aside, the posture blended her seamlessly into the congregation. She listened intently, contemplation, skepticism and inquisitiveness playing across her features.

Fulcrum refrained from saying what was on her mind. Geckoman must be trying to repair the ship. After all it had been through a lot, and he looked very attached to the junk pile. Idly she wondered if it was named after the Millennium Falcon. Still a functioning radar would be useful, but what could possibly be out in these mountains? Tangent thoughts aside, Fulcrum nodded her and lifted off a few feet, "After you, Tempest."

Fulcrum arched at eyebrow and investigated the trash can. Poor thing looked to have had a bad night. Nothing looked obviously worrisome. Still she made a mental note to keep an eye on it. In Freedom City you just couldn't be too careful. Heading back to the two, "That I can see," she said with a small smile, "What happens now depends on you. Are you out heroing, looking for something to do or something else?" As she spoke, she popped her back and surveyed the area. No need to bring any more attention to the situation. Hopefully the frightened citizens Breakdown mentioned were okay. Amazing how fast Freedonians could move when properly motivated (or scared).

Is his entrance thread restricted to Claremont students? If it isn't, may I join in please? Sounds interesting. :)

Stunned, blinking silence was all Fulcrum could manage. Now crude jokes about her were nothing new, but she had never heard anything in that league. She gazed down at Jack with a look perfected by millions of unhappy mothers. The expression fell somewhere on the spectrum of deadpan, disappointed and angry. A look that reduced its victim to a scolded child without even trying. Something familiar about that glare too. At least to Jack. But instead of slugging him, the threat of which hovered unconsciously in the air, Fulcrum just shook her head, hands on hips, "Jacky, with lines like that, you have far bigger problems than me." The tone was serious yet teasing, like she may let him off the hook, "And don't worry, I'll be boxing Atlas here for sure. Colt is right though, we'll need to gang up on him. I remember the Invasion." She jerked a thumb in Atlas' direction and smiled at the big man too. "Quite a performance there, Atlas."

Fulcrum glanced furtively at Geckoman, but seemed to accept his eccentricities without issue. In some distant part of her mind, the idea wasn't completely out of the question. That bothered her a bit in a humorous way. Still the situation was urgent. "Then its agreed? Lets have a look at this trouble spot and see where it leads us," she said as she stood, "Time to find the cure for this disease and get you back to working order, Tempest. The race is on."

Fulcrum arched an eyebrow and landed next to the two, "I'm Fulcrum. Nice to meet you both," she said, watching the transformation, "I've heard of you, Breakdown, but you're new to me, Kid Cthulhu." Tapping her chin in thought, she added, "Interesting power set there. What exactly do you do? Madness gazes, mystical wards, that sort of thing?" Judging from her lighthearted tone, she was about half serious and rather amused by the young hero.

Fulcrum had seen some strange things, especially from a bird's eye view. Fortunately, the years hadn't made her cynical. She still felt a sense of awe at the next new and wondrous thing to rear its head. Which is probably why she was so amazed when she spotted the guy in the Halloween costume. No, take that back. If that was a costume, it was a really good one. Reminded her of the plushy squid monster her sister gave her as a gag gift. Looked like another hero had already made contact. Could that be Breakdown? She had heard of the musical hero, but now looked like a good time to make introductions. And protect innocent trash cans. Circling down slowly, Fulcrum hovered upside down above the two, "Evening. Everything under control here?"

Present and accounted for. :cthulhu:

As the introductions continued, Fulcrum couldn't help but chuckle at the comradery. Now this she enjoyed. She arched a brow and feigned a snobbish, upper crust accent, "Mr. Danger I presume? Lovely to see you again so soon, sir." Even as she offered a handshake, she leaned up on tip toes to peek at Jack. In her normal voice, she added, "And this must be Jack-of-All-Blades. I've heard good things about you."

Fulcrum shrugged and turned to Tempest, leaving her proffered hand extended, "I'll do my best. Before we go though, I think I'm getting an idea of your problem." She looked up in thought, "I can sense...energy...flowing around me. I wouldn't call it mystical, but it seems really primal, like universal or cosmic. The stars twinkle with it at night." Rubbing her temple, she continued through a grimace, "To make a long story short, you're venting or leaking that energy. Like a cracked dam. A lot."

To be honest, Fulcrum was flattered by Atlas' fluster. Even if her size alone was the cause, but she couldn't be sure of that. Her smile turned coy, and she shook his hand firmly, enjoying a normal handshake just as much, "A pleasure to meet you too, Atlas." Another little wink and her attention shifted. "Thanks, Colt. These are just my normal gym clothes if you can believe it." She offered her hand to Grim, "So this is the indomitable Grim, huh? Nice to meet you."

Chthonic horrors, check. Catchy name, check. Near my character's home, check. I can't think of a reason not to apply. Points to avatar. May even work into my Green Man plot, if I ever get it off the ground. :oops:

O.O Ack! Will edit. :D

"That's true...," she stopped in mid sentence. Realization dawned on her face that she didn't actually know the cowboy or the green guy. They looked so familiar though. She had heard something about a space cowboy. The Invasion! That's right! No one really had time for fresh introductions that long day. The whole thing must have really messed with her head. Shaking the cobwebs out of the old cranium, she turned to Tempest, "As will I. You have my word." As for the others, she addressed them together, "My name is Fulcrum. It's a pleasure to meet you both," and offered a slightly over-sized handshake to each. Something though still bothered her. Externally the only indication was a wrinkling of the brow, like she had a headache. Inside her head she finally noticed the low, locust buzz wasn't background noise. When she focused on it, the drone wasn't rhythmic, but rolled like bubbles from boiling water. Of course that was a bad idea, as everything blurred from strength of the source.