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Oracle A new year A Sudden Appearance The Devil's Fingers HellQ Interview Powerhouse Recruiting Lead us not into Temptation

"That would be wonderful," she said smiling in his direction and actually confident she was turned to look at him. Even though she could 'see', she found herself taping the staff in front of her scouring for obstructions. It was so routine it was nearly like breathing. As Mike walked her around the campus she did her best to count steps and try to memorize the way. Later, when her new found classmates were not present, she would walk the paths over and over so she could get from class to class with a minimal amount of fuss. Certainly her abilities helped, but she had a hard time making out details like building names and sometimes entire structures didn't show up. Better to rely on something that she knew would be constant and ever present, like her hearing or sense of touch. In general, she was full of questions, asking about any details that she managed to pick up and continued to chat happily as long as Mike, Eddie or Alex seemed amiable to answer. However, as they were getting close to the end of the tour she had one question that she wasn't sure how much it was appropriate to ask. Curiosity won out, "Mike, does everyone here have powers? Do people hide that sort of thing... I mean Eddie didn't so I guessed not, but I wanted to make sure first."

As Guardian hit him, Alex expelled his breath, feeling the power of the strike and knowing that he was going to feel that one in the morning. He wasn't sure why his powers weren't phasing the other guy, so he concentrated hard, drawing reserves of power from deep within. Feeling the rushing energy coursing through his body he tried to lash out and whip the colorful man in front of him.

Ok sorry if you didn't see it... I'm at Gen Con this weekend, so it will be slow going until Monday when I get back. However, damage is done... 1d20+15 = 30, failed by 4. Results Bruised 1. (Note: When I originally started this post I got the account working and was going to stunt to a blast. However, after four hours of talking games while driving to Indy, I decided to change the stunt to Nullify since blasts are really not his thing. Since I hadn't posted anything yet, I'll keep the rolls as they are, which results in a miss, but some of the mods referenced are not right. The feats will remain the same, but the +to hit mod changes to +10 since it's melee instead of ranged and I would have a -1 for bruised. However, 1 misses automatically, right? Sorry for the mixup, but I was going to attack so regardless of the attack, the 1 was fine.) Standard Action: Coils Attack DC25 1d20+10-1=10 Free Action: Extra Effort (Power Stunt): Electrical Aura gains a power feat of AP: Nullify 10 (Synapse Scramble: Nullifies Impervious Toughness: Extras; Aura, Duration 2 - sustained: Flaws; Range Touch)

Sorry I should have posted my awayness. I am at Gen Con this weekend and have limited access... thank you $12.00 internet charge at the stupidly expensive hotel . Updating as I can, but the phone just really doesn't cut it to do any real editing. On a bright side, I got to meet Steve Kennison.

Powerhouse grunted as the blow connected with enough force to crack ribs and smash rock. It forced him back a step and he thanked the army surgeons for the subdermal plating that encircled his body. Again, his energy didn't seem to face his opponent, which was disturbing. Still Uncle Sam didn't invest the kind of money without at least preparing their investment for the worst. Flexing his arms alloy coils, reinforced by his bodies own electromagnetic properties streaked out wrapping them selves around Guardian's torso and arms. He pulled hard, knowing that guardian was stronger than him, but using the leverage of his coils and hoping to slow the big man down.

Ok enough on the defensive, he's got a better feel for what Guardian is. Standard Action: Snare 1d20+10 = 27 Move Action: None Free Action: Sustain aura Note: The snare has range from elongation.

Damage save: 1d20+15=32 Nothing.

Powerhouse caught the blow just as it came in, still the force of the punch was far greater than he had expected. Also a surprise was that he seemed to shrug off the voltage which would knock a steer flat. Still, he had been trained by some of the best and he reset himself as he formulated a plan. With any luck this Guardian hadn't taken a full dose and he would punch himself into oblivion.

Standard Action: Block (1d20+10) = 18

Powerhouse wasn't about charge the flying hero, he had mobility and who knows what else. Instead, he was going to let the blue clad super do what he will. Alex was confident in his ability to take a punch, so he simply stood there, crackling with power as he watched and waited. The time for words and pandering to the crowd was over.

Actions: Free Action: Activate Aura Standard Action: Block (1d20 + 11) = 21

initiative: (19+7)=26

"I'm not sure if you are trying to declare war or not," Alex replied a little taken aback by the outright challenge. "However, if you are looking for a scrap, I'm sure that can be arranged. Regardless, all it proves is that one of us is the better. Frankly, given the kind of bunk you're spouting, I seriously doubt you've thought this through. IF you were some kind of threat, and the army was called in, they would send the right people with the right tools. You think we're going to issue heavy hardware to a guy in logistics? No, it's called strategy and tactics. Come back and play when you understand this!" Alex paused, realizing that he was letting his anger get the best of him. He looked back to McFearson who simply shrugged. However, he was not one back down from a fight, regardless of the consequences. "So I suppose you were looking for a tussle, well we can do another demo I suppose," Alex said gradually crackling with energy. "I think there are enough people that would like to honor the spirit and perseverance that made this country great."

"Oh..." Tasha said to Mike as she held on to a world that seemed both more in focus and also more disorienting. Still it was amazing to have some kind of normal sight, even if it wasn't perfect. "Well thank you both, I can't say this is what I expected at all... but it's what I hoped for." Just before Alex entered the room Tasha turned in her direction, visions danced among the sound structures and she blinked sightless eyes several times trying to comprehend what she was seeing. Still holding Mike's hand she saw enough to hope that Alex wasn't jealous and that she understood the gesture that many mistook for some kind of intimacy. She didn't think so, at least that's what her sight showed, but seeing the future was like trying to look into the ocean, constantly shifting and unpredictable. "Hi Alex, nice to meet you. I'm Tasha and Mike was going to give me a bit of a tour of the campus... it kind of helps..." she finished wiggling the staff she always carried with her.

Alex looked Guardian over, considering. He was mad about something, that was for sure. The fact that he flew in at least gave some credence to his tale. Of course, there was no way he was going to shoot the guy either. The last thing they needed was to have some delusional borderline kid getting shot and bleeding all over. Beyond the fact it was wrong, it would be a complete PR disaster. "Son," he said although in truth the guy looked about his own age, "you look like you can handle yourself, and I'm sure that you've done some good work. But I am not going to shoot you. How about I take your word that it won't affect you and we leave it at that. Besides, you look like you got some muscle on you and I'd hate to see a ricochet injure someone. Then perhaps you can take ours that we have thought about enemy agents and believe me, beyond folks like myself, we give you the training and the technology to handle everything from a tank to a Guardian."

"Guardian," Alex said more for the benefit of the crowd than to confirm it. "Well that's an excellent question, not one that we can talk about at anything more than the highest levels, but first things first. My name is Powerhouse, or you can can call me Captain Alex Davos, retired; your choice." He turned to the Rangers and waved them off as he could see their alert pose now that the had figured out this was not a scripted event. "Good question, what's the point of throwing down billions when you have nothing!" came an errant shout from the crowd. Alex was impressed only in the volume of the heckler. "He's right of course, at least to some degree, asking one of those fine men there to take on some of the powered soldiers our foes will employ is no simple task. However, there are certainly answers. Shoulder mounted ordinance, armored vehicles, artillery if needed, air strikes. However, Guardian, you are making the assumption that the Army doesn't have it's own countermeasures you would be thankfully mistaken. While I'm retired, I served my term and would do it again. In fact, for those heroes who wish, we'd be more than happy to speak with you as well. There's a place for you where you can feel proud to serve your country in the tradition of many of the great people who have come before us."

For a moment Tasha lost all of her balance and sense of perspective as waves of sensory input washed over her. There was no way to explain what had happened other than she had a clear idea of what was around her. There was an odd ringing that permeated everything, but jumbled with her visions was a fairly clear sensation of her surroundings. She held on to Mike's arm, able to hear where it was to keep from falling over. Reaching out with her other hand, she touched the desk of the admin, then her own hand, 'gazing' at them with a newfound wonder. "How do you do that?" she said. "Will it last forever? Can everyone do these things?"

"I know this is going to sound kind of lame, but really it's been whatever is on the radio..." she said with a wry smile. She had a guess that he liked his music as his eagerness to speak on it tangled with a fleeting vision of him dancing at some crowded event. Past of future... she didn't really know as it wasn't all that useful other than knowing that being forced to listen to the radio was probably close to having his teeth pulled with pliers. "Until recently, I didn't have anything more than an FM radio," she continued. "However, I really like to listen to lots of different things... they just have to be mainstream or make it to some of the smaller stations for me to have heard about them."

For a moment Tasha wrinkled her brow as she got fleeting impressions of Eddie. Inwardly she sighed as everything was jumbled and confused, like much of her life. Better to just rely on what she could perceive then try to guess when and how her sight might grant something actually useful. Although, she chided herself, it had it's times and places where it came in very handy and one should never get upset at gifts. She was a little surprised at both how large Mike's hand was compared to her own and that he had taken her hand. Most people offered an arm, not that she minded, but it seemed to put people more at ease. She had met enough people with hangups about hand holding to last her a life time. "Hello Eddie," she replied missing his wave and still trying to orient where he was. Frankly she was happy to have Mike standing near by as adding more people to the mix would have made navigation difficult at best. "I'm totally new here but kind of local. Recently I've been living in Freedom City, but I've moved around a lot. What are you listening too? I've never heard that before..."

Tasha turned her head in the direction of the voice, a boy's with a nice tone to it. With a vague sense of his size, which seemed far greater than her own, she tried to look up to him. Long ago she had realized that even if she couldn't see, turning her head to 'look' at people made them feel more at ease. Picking up on his hesitant question immediately she flashed him a wide bright smile, knowing enough cranky blind people to understand his reaction completely. Thankfully, she was not one of them. Life was what it was and there was no sense in making everyone else miserable about your own problems. "Well it would make it easier to follow you, if you don't mind," she said holding out her left hand. "I'm Tasha and thank you very much for the welcome, I'm really really excited to be here!"

I can handle drama or whatever Although this must be some old character history that I don't know about... or is he just normally dramatic? Regardless, I'll start the thread and leave it open to whomever wants to say hi. IC: viewtopic.php?f=33&t=4009 OOC: viewtopic.php?f=33&t=4010

The OOC thread for A new year, and introduction thread for Oracle to the academy.

Tap... tap... tap... The sound repeated itself repeatedly as the slight silver blond haired girl walked down the path to the main entrance of the Claremont Academy. For each step she took, a staff as tall as herself swept in front of her tapping on the ground and continually searching for obstructions. She barely heard the noise of the staff as it continued it's metronome like tapping, having grown used to it long ago. While she could not see, wisps of visions danced in front of her, things which had and had yet to occur. As always they teased and wheedled her with information she didn't have the context to understand. Yet what seemed amazing was rich tapestry of experience in this place and the feeling that this was indeed where she was supposed to be. Tap... tap... thunk... As he staff rapped into something solid, she moved forward brushing her hand against the large main entrance to the administration building. Feeling along the edge until she found the handle, she stepped through, letting her senses and visions guide her to the place where she felt she needed to go. School was starting soon, and as a handicapped student, she had shown up early to make sure that she could navigate her way through the campus. Tap... tap... tap... "Hello? Can I help you?" came the voice of a woman, perhaps middle aged if her voice was anything to be believed. "Yes," Tasha replied, "I'm Tasha Williams and I'm here to register as a new student. I think my parents have sent along the required paperwork." "One moment," the woman replied. Tasha heard the tapping of keystrokes and for a moment she could see the screen as multiple futures converged together, "yes, I see we have your records right here. Hmmm... seems to all be in order, although you're a little early." Tasha smiled, "I know, I need a little more time than normal to get acquainted with things." There was a pause as Tasha guessed the woman finally realized Tasha's predicament, "oh, I'm very sorry. I didn't realize." "It's no problem, I'm used to it and should be able to get around just fine. I just like to have some extra time to get familiar with things. Makes life a lot easier."

I am looking to introduce Oracle to Claremont and would love to have her bump into someone there. Anyone have a Claremont hero that they are looking to get a little time with?