Semi-Autogyro

John was apparently not expecting that question as he had half taken a drink from a water bottle he had in his hoodie, and by the time he had cleared his throat from he looked rather guilty about something. "Ahem. Well. The Shieldmaiden handles things a bit differently than most. She does not have a designated officeholder, instead choosing to empower the closest suitable person to an incident who is known as the Zeitgeist. She has chosen this approach ever since the end of the Second World War." Knowing that probably wasn't going to be good enough for the other teen. "There was an unfortunate case of mistaken identity, which she apologized for later. Luckily it will not happen again whenever I revisit the fatherland."

Go ahead and throw a post up with your attack and you can request backup in it. I had Myr going after the guys who fell in the water, but he's close enough to arrive next round.

The response elicited a raised eyebrow from the teen. "If I am interpreting the facts correctly that have been given thus far, it seems that there were times that your Blue Dame could not account for her presence. For example, she was aware of the indigenous people of the island but had or withheld knowledge of the Knight. Regardless of which it is, I would suggest asking her about it. Otherwise, it sounds like there was another envoy present and/or active during the time-frames she cannot account for." Johns' brow furrow in further contemplation. "I do know that the volksgeist of Germany was aware of its use during each officeholders tenure, even going as for back as the Holy Roman Empire. So it strikes me as very unusual that your envoy has redacted aspects present in her history."

John sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "You are aware of the rumors around campus that I am a descendant of an Axis metahuman? They are indeed true in a manner of speaking. Finding out my predecessor was once a good man, before they made some unfortunate choices sits better on my mind than thinking they were morally corrupt from the outset. It still does not alleviate their wages of sin, but that they possessed humanity before their downfall means that my choices are my own." John gestured towards the book, brushing off any further introspection in his part. "I only asked the translation because I wondered if that was her appellation before the knight came, or if it was changed after he disappeared. She might not know about it, because she might have not there at the time. Envoys can be fragmented or even suppressed as you mentioned with the American Civil War."

Sorry, didn't have my books nearby to check that. Sabot TOU save then.1d20+11=31

John was on autopilot, not really having anything to say about the greenhouse. Like Cerys, he was not that skilled when it came to flora. After a few unsuccessful attempts at botany, he wrote it off as a unsalvagable case. His skills as a soldier apparently carried over from the battlefield to the farm field, anything he tended to wound up either dead or an emaciated shadow of its former self. Even plastic flowers, he noted with a mental sigh. As such he tended to avoid proximity to this location. So his mind wandered back to the enigma that was the new arrival. Highly trained. European, Welsh specifically. Heirloom weapon. Shy around people, namely when asking personal questions. Cover ID? Hmm. He pondered this as he followed the others, eventually arriving at the greenhouse. Johns' knee jerk reaction was to go and ask the Headmaster, but as she was still allowed on campus it was a moot point. She was considered safe to be here, which was saying something considering who Summers had let be here. Namely myself. Still, he would keep a watchful eye out on someone who he surmised was an agent of some religious or historical secret society sent here for further training.

That hits, but He'll soak that blast due to his impervious 12 toughness now being active from the armor. Attack: 1d20+12=29 DC 27 base w/ Autofire, so that beats her defense by 6. So that's a DC 30 needed from Wisp. For future reference, Sabots' defense is +10.

"Speaking from personal experience, learning ones history is far more invaluable than having someone present it to you." The blonde teen noted. "When you get the time you might want to investigate for yourself. Firsthand, by being physically..." John trailed off, before he turned to his back to his computer and proceeded to enter a series of keystrokes. Quickly scanning the result, he looked back to Subito while turning the laptop to face the other teen. "Next time you are in your homeland, you might want to to investigate this locale." The laptop displayed an entry on geographical features of Puerto Rico, and highlighted was one of the names of mountains on the island: El Yunque. "Incidentally, what would be the English approximation of your envoys' name?"

John paused mid-sentence during his typing at the mention of a knight. "That is strange. Armor ceased to be worn for protection in the late seventeenth century, barring the odd attempted revival here and there. It certainly would be odd attire for that time-frame. In addition, the phrasing of 'knight' is unusual as well since that is a rather specific designation, especially in a place far removed from European influence like the Caribbean was at that time." Leaning back in his chair he crossed his arms. "Not to mention his disappearance and the remainder of the armor. Is there any other associated lore about the armor or the modern day location of the hill country?"

The clone hero shook his head as they proceeded down the corridors. << Not especially. I tend to only bother with the knowledge on how to counter magical entities and practitioners, not the more esoteric information. I do know others who are more specialized in those fields however. >> He radioed in another section to be sealed off behind the two before he continued. << What I can tell you is that the basis for most SHADOW magics is based on Teutonic and Thule society principles, with the non-cloned users also utilizing aspects of Ancient Egyptian. >> He turned to his counterpart and shrugged. << But I fail to see how that really helps in our current situation. >>

GM A loud screeching noise of metal under heavy stress was the only indication that Sabot was somehow still up, followed by an armored fist grabbing the sides of the container he had been thrown through. What stepped through was both anachronistic and futuristic, namely Sabot encased head to toe in full plate that looked to be made out of impervium of all things. The armored figure stretched his neck to work the kinks out with the accompanied noise of metal crumpling and reshaping itself. "Well now, that is indeed a problem. I'll have to hammer out replacement rudder by hand." He mimed dusting himself off. "Aye, it is a shame that the only vocation I am good at tends to be frowned upon in polite company. Still, those blighters do have insurance." Sabot jumped down a small flight of stairs and landed a bit away from Wisp, his landing causing the deck-plates to dent under the weight. "But now, You're. In. My. Way."

"Not exactly..." John rubbed his chin idly in thought as he ordered his thoughts. "It is mainly concerned about how the individual in question approaches a situation. A 'reactive' approach would be dealing with each situation as they arise. It is not unlike putting out fires where one finds them, but never doing any more than just extinguishing them as they continue to occur. The 'proactive' approach takes into account looking for the source of the problem. Continuing the example, this approach eliminates the current cause of the fires. This in turn leads to a third approach: the prevention of more fires from breaking out. I would term this as 'deterrence' wherein sources of problems are looked into and eliminated before situations arise." He gave a dismissive laugh and brushed aside the other topic. "As for the Liberty League, there is a very distinct difference between civilian meta-humans and military meta-humans in wartime. I do not think that topic has any relevance to this project at the moment."

Allrighty. 1d20+12=13 No one shots! Allright, I'm re-rolling that so you get that HP you expended back. 1d20+12=25 Much Better, He picks up a bruise....and with the knock-back gets punted through 1 and 1/2 shipping containers! No extra damage though. He has a hard head. Initiative please! Sabot Init = 1d20+2=19 Feel free to write a descriptive post, since you got the drop on him and the start of combat rounds is next.

"I can actually give you an answer for the first query." John said to to Subito. "Spiritual Envoys typically represent the current 'image' of their bailiwick. This typically includes things like foreign policy, ideals, and viewpoints as well. Just as people and nations mature, so do their envoys if present. Lady Liberty and Britannia come from nations that at one point or another were global powers, so they tend to have a further reach and bigger domain than your Dama Azul. Consequently as such, Envoys with smaller domains and bailiwicks tend to be more reactive than proactive since their 'reach' is more limited." While the other teen read, John was typing on the laptop until Subito spoke up again. "It would depend on which war you were referring to. Mostly, it is an issue that there is a certain stigma about meta-humans in wartime capacities"

Myrmidon nodded in agreement, then gestured her to follow him. << That is indeed the case. But we still retain the advantage. >> He stepped past a bulkhead and waited for her to clear it as well, before changing the comm channel to the SHADOW base frequency. "Flay here. Commencing sweep with Groan. Sectors 3a through 3c secure. Seal it off." Switching back to their private frequency, he continued. << Standard SHADOW Operating Procedure. Lock down elevators and then sweep and seal rooms to channel intruders to kill zones such as hangars, mess halls, or other defensively weak locations.>> Myrmidon surveyed their location before indicating the southern hallway. << Out of the two commanders, the sorcerer is the prime target. If we continue this charade we can potentially make it to his location unaware and neutralize him.>>

GM << Brace for impact. >> was the terse reply. The foreman adopted a look of mock hurt. "Now why do you have to resort to name callin'. It isn't polite!" His expression went back to the grin. "Anyways, I'm known as Sabot and you'd best prepare yourself for an abject lesson, little missy." He began to vault over the rail...when the ship lurched to the starboard with a massive BOOM!. A veritable wall of water slammed over the bridge, knocking crew and cargo around and overboard before the ship rocked back portside. The combination of the shifting deckplates and the water caused Sabot to lose his grip and Wisp saw him slam into deck facefirst with a hollow TWHACK! Wisp herself was nearly thrown to the ground, the warning and her acrobatics skills preventing a header into the deck. Damage alarms rang out, and half of the green lights on the bridge flicked over to reds and yellows. Just outside the window, Wisp could make out Sabot groggily regaining his feet lower on the deck.

GM A second alarm joined the dive klaxon, overlapping into a maelstrom of noise. Intruder Alert, Intruder Alert the message repeated. The radios on the unconscious crew members crackled to life, directing squads to intercept Wisp. The initial confusion was quickly silenced along with the alarms, as a voice she recognized as the Forman barked into the radio. "I'll handle her lads. There was two of them on the bridge, give me a deck to deck sweep to make sure there's not another hero skulking around." Looking out the window of the bridge, Wisp watched as one of the cranes lifted up the Foreman seemingly of its own volition and began swinging to pick up momentum. Seconds later, he was holding onto the railing on the walkway in front of the bridge. "Well now, missy, I wasn't expecting to see you again quite so soon. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He shouted at her, with a huge grin plastered across his face making it abundantly clear that he was having fun.

John nodded at that. "You have to take into account that the average person of that era and upbringing would not be aware of the political landscape or understand the ramifications of their actions that would cause. On the other hand, they might think the system would restrain them and they would be fighting bureaucracy instead of helping people." He typed a few lines on the laptop as he continued his observation. "Historically most heroes tended to be small picture intensive, concerned with only their small section of the world unless otherwise motivated. Communication also played a large part, as news travels slower by word of mouth. This caused heroes to be reactionary instead of proactive, and the ones that were proactive tended to be the charismatic and ones with unshakable belief in their manifest destiny. A good example would be Oda Nobunaga and his fight for the unification of Japan in the Sengoku period."

Wisp is on Candid Camera! She catches a wall mounted camera moving to focus in on her. So likely there will be re-reinforcements soon.

John was back about ten minutes later after dropping off his bag and changing his jacket out for a STAR squad hoodie, laptop underarm as he he made his way back to the foyer. My apologies for the wait. Had a voicemail message I had to respond to. Unfortunately, I will have to leave at 1700, as my presence has been requested at dinner." By his phrasing it seemed like he had no choice in the matter one way or another. John sat the laptop down on the table, flipping it open as he sat down in a nearby chair. "Two ways to go about this: by year or by individual. How would you like to proceed? " he asked Subito as he proceeded to boot up the laptop.

John nodded in affirmation. "My apologies if this is not the case for you, but it is my understanding that most incarnations of power such as yourself typically have some sort of spiritual envoy who chose and granted you the powers of the legacy. Is it possible to garner any information from them?" They arrived at the dorms, where he waited for a few students to move out of the way before entering. "Furthermore, I would be amiss to not point this out, but you might find information that may make you see your legacy under a different light. There are more than a few legacies that have tainted bearers or even misguided envoys." Once inside he indicated the sofa in the foyer, before gesturing with his thumb at the stairs. "I need to drop off and retrieve a few items from my room, then I will meet you back here."

If Subitos' statement had been misconstrued or bothered John he did not show it all. "Indeed. However, I may not be the best source to assist you in this endeavor. I posses only a passing familiarity with magic and its historical practitioners, the more esoteric knowledge you seek it would probably be best to speak to Morgan or Etain." John considered the options. "I would prefer to be inside to work on this project. The dorms would be better, since I am sure that they will be mostly vacant with the onset of the weekend." He started back to the dorm, confident that Subito could keep up. The blonde glanced over at the other teen. "Is there a reason you are wanting to complete this project early? Most would procrastinate due to the weekend."

Like any other teen at Claremont, John was happy when Friday rolled around. But unlike most teens, he wanted to get any assigned homework out of the way so he would be unimpeded over the weekend. The blonde moved easily through the throngs of students, akin to a shark scattering schools of fish as he made his way back to his dorm. He was half-lost in thought when the hand landed on his shoulder with a muffled impact due to the unzipped bomber jacket he had worn over his usual ensemble of a t-shirt and military cargo pants. John went ramrod straight for a a second and then relaxed as he identified the source. "I am well, Mister Subito." John manged to say before he was verbally barraged by further queries. Seeing as he only had a short paper in Heroic Law and no plans other than practicing his sword skills at the dojo for the weekend, he agreed to help his underclassman. "The research is for the Legacy class, correct? I did not have to take it since I do not posses a Legacy mantle, but I would be more than happy to assist you in this undertaking."

DC 20 Notice Check please.

GM << Copy that. It is more than likely there are other defensive systems present on a submersible this large, which will need to be disabled for their safety when they intervene. I will investigate further. >> The radio was silent for a few seconds aside from a few crackles of noise. -- This is Lonely Point Coast Guard Command, I'm reading you loud and clear Ma'am. What is the nature of your emergency? -- Wisp could hear footsteps pounding away on the deckplates. The door to the bridge was half open and she saw a few men move by as the crew moved about in preparations. There was no way to guess when someone might stumble onto her current location or security might wise up to the situation.