Brown Dynamite

@Electra @Avenger Assembled @RocketLord OOC thread for this :

Freedom City Medical CenterFreedom City, New Jersey.Wednesday, April, 10th, 20217:22 PM Eight thousand employees. Fifteen hundreds of which are physicians. Eight hundred beds. Ten doctors at the top of their fields with a superhuman specialization. And absolutely not one person with an answer to the question permeating throughout the sprawling Freedom Medical Center. Just where was baby Koa? It had been a good hour since everyone in the Labor and Delivery floor had fallen asleep. Including a woman who ended up sleeping through her own delivery. It had only been five minutes. But for Ata Kahale it was the longest five minutes of her life. When she awoke her baby was nowhere to be found. Hospital security was quick to pull the camera footage. Footage that has now dominated the the Freedom City news cycle for the past hour. Six robed figures exited the supply closet on the floor after everyone had fallen asleep. They entered Ata Kahale's room and left with her child back towards the supply closet. Disappearing without a trace.

@Dr Archeville, @ThevshiGive me an Knowledge (Arcane Lore) and a Knowlege (Earth Sciences) roll respectively then and I'll get the GM post to push us along.

"I had to cut down on the armor early on. I need to be mobile to be me." Foreshadow responded. "But, yeah that bow definitely looks like it would hurt if you were to get whacked with it. Good way to break your string, but he looks like he knows what he's doing." Foreshadow took the last bites of his own hot dog and gave his own glance towards Raven's gloves. After picturing how many criminals had made the mistake of running afoul of those taser gloves he simply nodded in agreement. But not before pulling out one of his staves hitting a button to switch its configuration to the stun mode so the high voltage sparks could arc in the air. "I agree, it is shockingly a lot of fun." As the pair above spoke the last thief was felled by the bow wielding hero below. Putting an end to the commotion below. "I think we should go down and do a little networking? Wouldn't hurt to have a third for this underground auction"

Not looking for more than 2-3 players for any of these. But, hey aside from picking up some threads I left stagnant, gonna add stuff to my plate. Shark Week: Baby Shark A newborn has been stolen from the Freedom Medical Center. There is video footage of the kidnapping. At the time everyone on the ward fell asleep simultaneously for five minutes. Just long enough for the a group of teen robed persons to come in and steal the child and walk into a nearby bathroom. Only to not return. Aquaria, Ghost, Singularity Shark Week: Raiders of the Lost Shark The Wormhole just outside of Lor Van was met with a companion wormhole discovered a few days ago. Together creating a somewhat stable Roman Ring. The Lor were, of course, quick to attempt and engage in seeing if the stable ring would allow time travel or any sort of chronological displacement. However, their two survey teams have disappeared without contact. The second wormhole is showing signs of disappearing within the next few days and they need a rescue team for their missing explorers before they're lost for good. Empyrean, Paradigm, Traveler Ruminations:  Mission to Mars A C-level Mars Tech executive has gone missing. The Emerald City Police department has no leads and there's even a reward out for any information regarding his disappearance. But, the really strange thing? Mars Tech is not the only company offering a reward, two of their competitors are too. With absolutely no signs of cooperation between the three. (As I haven't asked the refs for permission to use Mars he won't be making an appearance! Because I'm just spitting these ideas as they come to me) Emerald Spider, Rebellion, The Dreamer Bedlam in Bedlam:  Let Him In A bank is actively being robbed in the middle of the night by four member of los Furies. Aside from the obvious added difficulty of not waiting for a teller to retrieve the cash there is one other strange thing about this robbery. The four Furies on the scene aren't armed with firearms or explosives. No, they're seemingly armed with a crowbar, a steel chain, and a hockey stick. Dead Head, Doctor Thorne, Hellhound, Nightscale Assassination Classroom A youth movement in France has taken many in the banlieue of Seine-Saint-Denis to create a modern day revival of the Apaches. Policing where the police refused to step as a collective they were the possible beginning of a burgeoning youth superhero movement. At least until they moved from a collective to gang. Now united under the orders of a single mysterious figure the teens have turned more violent and charging the locals for their "protection." And now they've even been spotted carrying computronium weapons. Foreshadow II, Little Mermaid II, Shadowborne

Argonaut Vignette Foreshaodw Vignette Glamazon Vignette Shock and Awe How a Young Heart Really Feels (1) Foreshadow's 2 Vignette PP roll over into Glamazon

Foreshadow II A little bit of Foresight “Well. So much for it being my turn.” Erick Sloane had simply stepped out of bed to tend to their crying child. Well Natasha wasn’t crying yet. But, he had forewarning that it was about to happen. What he hadn’t been given warning to was finding himself shirtless in pajama pants in the middle of a futuristic looking city. Vehicles were flying overhead. Dozens of Shard-height towers adorned the Skyline. The sky was clear as could be. All but a skyscraper sized circular structure housing some sort of wormhole. “Hm. Time travel? Seems like the most likely outcome. I suppose I can’t rule out dimensional travel either. Am I even in Hertfordshire anymore? No wait that’s St Paul's. Guess I’m in London…and the London Eye got an upgrade.” Erick openly mused while walking around. Jumping and rotating in mid air to avoid a hover car from hitting him in the middle of a rainbow-colored transparent street. Erick sighed. At least being sent into the past he could leave some sort of message for the future. That was when two robots with a wheel where one would expect their legs to be rolled up to Erick. “Attention: You are being cited for public indecency please present your citizenship identification.” “Okaaay, prudebots. I have pants on. At least, I don’t feel a breeze. It’s surprisingly warm for London.” Erick joked not exactly intimidated by the sudden appearance of robotic officers. “Failure to produce identification. You will be detained so this can be sorted at the station. Please present yourself to be detained.” Erick was amused by the kindest offer to be arrested he had ever received. Before back flipping with perfect timing on to the roof of another hover car as it came by. In mid-air that was when he noticed the giant sign with his surname. Sloane. In Bloomsbury next to what could only be described as some sort of Space elevator was a tower with the name Sloane on it. “Okay, so I’m not keeping score or anything. But, I do think that beats that rinky library David got named after him in Claremont.” Erick didn’t have time to appreciate his joke as he heard the nearby sound of sirens. Apparently some things had not changed in the future. London was notorious for having eyes everywhere. And while that was likely still true in the future. It wasn’t impossible to stay out of sight. Sticking to every dark surface he could find, Erick silently made his way to the building he might have played some part in giving a namesake too. When he arrived at Sloane Tower he took his time to disable the security on the door and made his way inside to the lobby floor. What he gathered was that at some point his Venture Capital firm moved from its tech basis and became a pure Social Capital firm. With the success that his and Dee’s Helix Foundation had as PR they were able to provide support to millions in need over the years regardless of whether they were empowered or not. It wasn’t the worst outcome when seeing a giant tower with one’s name on it. Though, it did seem a little extravagant. Especially next to the strange space elevator thing. Eventually, Erick was able to find why that was. Apparently, at some point Earth’s relationship with the Lor increased to the point that a wormhole was built in three locations on Earth. And the firm extended their mission statement intergalactically. Which helped to narrow down what year it was. Unfortunately accessing the elevator required a keycard, which he didn’t have on him. But the directory in the lobby did point to a bar across the street. Which wasn’t exactly a design choice that Erick would have picked. So he decided to check it out. Hoping that they did not carry a no shirt, no shoes no service policy. When he entered the bar, Erick was surprised. There was no bouncer in the front, the building was lit up by floating purple cubes and neon blue tables. And there were only two people inside a female bartender washing a glass. And a blonde hair man with his back turned to the entrance. He appeared young but not too young. Presumably in his thirties or forties and currently reading a paper…in the dark of this dimly purple lit bar. “You yanks are always late,” the man suddenly said without turning around. “You were expecting me.” Erick asked stepping into the center of the bar and getting an appreciative once over from the bartender who stayed silent. “So this is a Khanate Ale. Covers the taste. I whipped up a quantum concoction and mixed it in the ale. Tastes like arse, but long as I didn’t bodge it will get you home so quick you can tell the missus you were just popping out to get a bit of fresh air before brekkie. Oh right, no secrets between you cause of the mental link thing. That must be such a bother, innit?” “Not at all. But, you say if I drink this it’ll send me right home?” Erick’s intuition wasn’t warning him of any pending danger. Still he made sure to peer over the bar to see if there was anything he should be cautious of. And also a mental image of the newspaper date and all. The front page being a female Foreshadow having saved a family from a burning building. It was intriguing. But, not so much to take him away from home. So rather than stretch it out Erick took the glass and downed the ale. “Don’t worry, I never bodge it. Congratulations on becoming a dad by the by. You must be right chuffed. I’ll give you one more spoiler before you go. When you’re deciding on where to go on vacation for your youngest fifth’s birthday. Don’t pick Jakarta.” “Younges-“ Before Erick could finish the word he felt the unmistakable desire to vomit. Clutching his stomach and opening his mouth he lurched forward. Only to find himself falling out of his king sized bed. The sound of his daughter crying in the background. I know. I know. It’s my turn to get her. * * * “So you going to tell your sister that he was here?” The bartender finally asked.

Glamazon Nostos Thaelia had awoken in a much different Freedom City than she was prepared for. She had finally come by to pack the last of her stuff from the Freedom League Special Circumstances Housing to fully transition to sleeping in the new residential section of the Atlantean Embassy. But one thing led to another and after having one too many barrels of drinks with her Grue neighbor Thaelia had decided to fall asleep. When she awoke, she found that her apartment had been changed drastically. It looked like a rundown hotel with generic pictures. Even the dorms back at Claremont looked more luxurious than what was in front of her. Not that Thaelia was exactly a creature of comfort. She did, however, wonder where any of her belongings had gone. Not many would be brave enough to steal from someone with a genuine chance of lifting the building they were standing in. Stepping outside of her apartment to try and get her bearings a teenage girl crashed right into the statuesque demigoddess. Thaelia quickly reached out to catch the girl before she fell. “Please help!” The teen pleaded while holding back tears. That was when Thaelia heard the shouting coming from around the corner. Without missing a beat, she swiftly tossed the girl inside of her apartment and awaited the sound of the commotion. Taking the chance to note that the hallway and apartment numbers had also changed. Architecturally the building the looked the same, but something was definitely amiss. Four men came around the corner. They were wearing expensive Italian suits and confidently brandishing pistols. A heavyset man snarled as he looked around the hallway and leaned up towards Thaelia. “Look at the legs on this one. Hey toots! ‘Ave you seen a girl come through here? She’s Oliverti’s girl if you catch my drift?” Thaelia did not in fact catch his drift. But, did not appreciate the foul stench of cigar smoke that escaped his lips as he spoke and pushed him back. “The Daughter of the Seas has extended protection to one in need recently. If she wishes to speak to you, there will be no issues. Otherwise, you may take your leave. Lest I present to you a gage most glamarous.” “What?” “I think she knows something boss.” A thin wiry man called out from the back. His face flushed with as much confusion as the other three. “Oy, don’t think I won’t shoot a broad, do you know where you are? This hotel’s only neutral ground for the right people. “ Taking another look at Glamazon he noticed the armored bits of her clothing and sneered. “Your types ain’t even allowed in the city. So I’mma ask again. Where’s the girl?” Raising his pistol above his head he tried to threaten Glamazon by leaving the firearm flush with her temple. Quicker than he could even think about pulling the trigger, she had already slammed her head into his. As he recoiled in pain, she put more force into a kick which sent both him and one of the men careening through a wall into a nearby apartment. “The gage has been cast, prepare yourselves for the most glorious of gifts.” The remaining two attempted to shoot Thaelia. Although, she made no attempts to avoid the gunfire. If anything, she was leaning into them. Each bullet flattening on contact with her divinely resistant flesh. “Learn the folly of your ways in the hospital!” With transonic speed, Thaelia appeared in front of both men and grabbed each of their faces with her palms. Quickly and inelegantly, she slammed them both with enough force to tear through the floorboards. “You are safe now.” Thaelia called out to the teen who had requested her assistance. The teen was visibly flabbergasted. “Are you crazy? They’re in the mob. You can’t just. Oh my god, I did this. I got us both killed. I’m so sorry.” The girl spat out practically in tears once more. Thaelia simply laughed confidently. The thought of death from people brandishing firearms having not once entered her thoughts. Although not particularly a history buff. Especially when it came to the Surfacers history. Thaelia did attend school on the surface. And could at least remember some rudimentary history. The Moore Mansion was one nickname given to the hotel back when it was essentially a haven for Organized Crime. The former mayor had no ties to the property, but his banning of superheroics had made seizing the Cline building possible. “Slow down, explain everything.” And so, the teenager did. Her name was Andrea DiRienzo. She was a freshman at the university and Raphael Oliverti, a high figure in the mob had taken an interest in him. She had spurned his advances until finally tired of being rebuffed Oliverti sent his men to collect the girl and take her to the Cline Building. Frightened and backed into a corner, Andrea stole a firearm from the man guarding her. A struggle occurred when he tried to take it back and she ended up shooting him. Despite whatever intentions Oliverti had for her before, now there was an execution order out for her. And she had no evidence, not even the firearm in question as far as seeking a legal recourse. Through Andrea’s story Thaelia had learned that she had been sent back almost forty years into the past somehow. Given time and the right ingredients she could create a ritual to return to her own time. But, she couldn’t start work on her return path without ensuring the girl’s safety. Or rather she would not. Though not one for thinking her actions through all the way, the Atlantean princess did know that anything she did in public would come down even harder on the heroes of the time. However, if there was someone in need directly in front of her. She had an obligation to help. “I would see this fiend crushed beneath my heel. First, let us obtain you passage.” And so, Thaelia protected Andrea from the top of the Cline building to the bottom. Shielding her body from bullet after bullet. And just all around relentlessly and without regard knocking out the armed men that came after her. Littering the entire stairwell with bodies and bullet holes as they made their way down. When they reached the lobby of the hotel there were police sirens blaring. With the effulgent red and blue lights indicating that the police knew they were there. So Thaelia calmly led the frightened Andrea outside. As the police demanded they surrendered themselves and that both would be under arrest, Thaelia frowned. “It seems this is where we must part.” The Glamazon grabbed Andrea by her clothing. Before launching her well above the roof of the building. In fact, she launched her outside of the city’s airspace. If one were to look closely a gold and blue blur would recover move past. Disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. But, afterwards Andrea never came back down. There was at least one other piece of Freedom City history that the Atlantean had taken care to remember. Looking around Thaelia stared at the Freedom City Police Department who all now had their weapons drawned on her. “Now, I must return home. Either take your leave. Or I shall present to you a gage most glamorous.”

Argonaut Killing me Softly Yves Zermeño felt refreshed after her shower. She was now in the changing room of the Iceberg, having gotten the honor of being chosen for this year’s rugby team. AEGIS agents partaking in the annual Blood and Guts Bowl had to practice at night. UNISON may have less funding, but their agents would go to any lengths to gleam an edge from the AEGIS rugby team’s practice routine. “Hey, Yves we’re headed to Bourbon Ben’s. See you there right?” “Yeah, give me a minute. I have to finish a report on this Armadillo Man guy. Legal says he wants to be referred as the Long Nosed Bandit. Because apparently that’s a more important detail than he set three supermarkets on fire. “ The other agents laughed at Yves explanation while she followed closely behind towards the door out of the changing room. As she exited through the doorway, Yves felt a sense of vertigo. A sharp yet oddly nostalgic pain in her abdomen. And…a blaring in her ears. As multiple armed agents ran past her Yves came back to her senses and took a quick look around her teammates had all disappeared. Replaced to the new crowd of AEGIS agents in what looked like dated gear. Quickly attributing the noise to a Condition Black alarm. There was a major attack-no catastrophe was in order. And all agents were to leave the base and perform rescue operations. Director Powers would normally have a separate hidden set of orders for those with an “alternative jurisdiction” like Argonaut. Only Yves hadn’t received any orders. In fact, she couldn’t recognize any of the agents running past her. Running back into the changing room, Yves quickly realized she couldn’t find her armor. Why do I constantly find myself in situations in which it would be convenient to have this inside my bones again? Just what is going on? “Agent are you deaf? Head to Strike Zone Delta!” A voice called out with a stern tone from outside of the changing room. Turning her head, Yves recognized Agent Darla Hatfield. Darla Hatfield who died in 1993. During the Omegadrone Invasion. The same invasion that brought Yves to Earth. No. No. No. The Freed Drone suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Hyperventilating she pulled herself up to her feet. Shaking with every step towards the formerly deceased Hatfield. Anxiety. As a drone disconnected from the voice of Omega, Yves was all too familiar with what derealization felt like. Able to navigate her body forward she simply nodded as Hatfield tried to give her a comforting pat on the shoulder. Likely thinking that Yves was afraid of dying. And for good reason. Upon exiting the sub-basement and making her way to the surface, Yves completely blackened sky. The signature black and red flames of the Omegadrone’s jet boots coating the sky in plumes of smoke. Waves upon waves of soldiers. And while it was true that in this moment Yves felt something akin to overwhelming fear, she would welcome death as a mercy. Because, she knew there were some things far worse than dying. Steve had warned her about a similar phenomenon he once experienced sending him back to this time. In another life, Yves served as an Omegadrone Shocktrooper. Shocktroopers were a front-line invasion force, but not necessarily an assault force. Similar to Terminus Probots that acted as an initial reconnaissance for an invasion. Shocktroopers would act on information gathered by the Terminus and target infrastructure. Mixed in with the waves of Omegadrones they could attack targets while blending in with the waves. Yves looked around. She hadn't done her job yet. That was the past version of her, hadn't fully crippled the power grid in the city yet. There was time to act. She quickly ran over to the nearest APC that had yet to fully fill up and tapped on the window. As soon as the agent lowered the door Yves quickly spat out, “There is Eternity, whence flowed Time, as from a river, into the world." The driver’s eyes quickly widened. Before finally he couldn’t help but ask. “Do we win?” Yves knew he had to be a rookie. Not just because the man was baby faced, but because instead of getting a Chrono based team to vet her, he broke protocol and asked an outcome once she said the passphrase to indicate herself as a time displaced AEGIS agent. It was only the first night of the invasion and there were probably many wondering that same question. And many who never learned the answer. “Just shup and drive me to the Mayor’s residence.” It was a strange request, but the driver nodded and opened the rear door for Yves to enter. Yves couldn’t take back the lives she took on this planet. Let alone countless others while working as an agent of Omega. And though it was difficult to find her breath. Even if this whole experience was a dream. At the very least she could try and do some good. But, to do that she needed a weapon. Her armor and pike hadn’t traveled to the back with her. Although her biometric modifications were still working, her ocular display was flooded with the less than the friendly word of Physician friendly. The air reeked of entropy and death the closer they sped downtown. Yves made sure they sped. Downtown looked like a warzone. Because it was one. Buildings turned to rubble. Fires raging. And O’connor’s family residence was a distant memory. In the next four days all of downtown would be flattened. At least until that...spirit rebuilt it. “I don’t think the mayor’s home.” Yves cracked a smile and leaned over to whisper to words in the agent’s ears. “We do.” Immediately aft3er she slammed his face against the steering wheel with enough force that the air bag actually fired into his face. Ensuring he was unconscious. Then only after grabbing his service pistol did she exit the vehicle. Making it a few steps before turning around to fire a shot at the gas cap of the APC. It didn’t explode, but it did trigger an emergency protective shield to keep the unconscious agent safe. Where she was going he couldn’t follow. By the time Yves was a field agent, AEGIS had long obtained a blueprint of O’connor’s home. And with it the route to reach the wine cellar that housed a compartment that held O’Connor Sr’s antigravity harness, costume, and gauntlets. For one night only, the Freedom Eagle would fly again. Looking back on it now, she never once asked the higher ups at AEGIS which agent was responsible for bringing her in alive all those years ago.

Shock and Awe Tabitha Hannigan was dressed in a short lapel tux with a dark red waistcoat. Her feet were bare as was often the occasion, due to her metallic constitution limiting the amount of things that she needed to avoid stepping on. While she would much rather have them propped up in her dorm room, her twin was quite insistent. So to avoid a much threatened phone call to their mom, she dressed to do anything but impress. The chrome skinned teenager whispered over to her brother before walking away towards the punch bowls, "I'll be getting punch, warden. Don't holler unless you're dyin'. And not a second before" Tremayne for his part was wearing a floral print skinny fit suit with much more eye-catching intentions than his sister. He gave no reaction to the quick brush off past a noncommittal shrug. He certainly wasn't going to admit to her that it was their mother who asked him to drag her along. Really went all out, didn't they? I'll circle back later once she's through with her conniption fit. Looking around the room, Tremayne spotted someone in a red dress and very precarious position. With a quick point of his index finger he attempted to move a chair with static electricity to replace what could be a floorbound trajectory with a purposeful seating.

Sureshock Sureshock heard Terrifica's direction. It was one hundred percent the correct call to make. He knew better than most that even if he was to put as much voltage as he could muster into a lightning strike it would not take down Captain Thunder. And perhaps he would have heeded her instruction. If not for the fact that his legs had already propelled him forward. The Claremont teen wasn't thinking. Still caught up in his own emotions he simply sprung into action and extended his arm out releasing a high voltage but low amperage stream of electricity towards the lupine Captain Thunder. The goal to stun him in place. Or even luck out and overload his electrical reserves. Neither of which came to pass as it became immediately obvious that electricity was the absolute wrong choice in weapon.

Shock and Awe Sorry. I didn't mean to make the sparks fly between us. A real shocking turn of events. Tremayne responded. Although, the apology portion of his statement was meant to be genuine. It had all the lack of self-reflection one could expect from a teenage boy. He then pondered Leon's question. "No idea. Maybe. She's never tried. The same thing that makes her her, makes me me. So there's probably some weird stuff, she always turns me down when I want to practice though." The Spectacle didn't pay much mind to Chronia's assuredness at kicking her brother's butt. She did, however, openly ponder their scenario. "Why would we be directly in front of the bomb when it goes off? I can't tell if our characters are hired mercenaries or terrorists. I guess both do exist."

Yes sir!

Alrighty so Sureshock's gonna do the totally smart and not at all ill advised thing and try and taser Captain Wolfthunder in the face getting a 15 on his roll with a DC19 Fort (Stun) effect.

Shock and Awe Sureshock and the Spectacle ran up on the scene.. The terrifying sight of what could only be described as a maelstrom of lightning personified in human form now armed with fangs and claw. Sureshock began muttering under his breath "Oh man. That's really him. I hoped y'know that maybe I was wrong. Oh man. Oh man." The normally overly confident teen couldn't even bear to keep a straight face. The Spectacle instead looked over the heroes that were already on the scene and the bleeding man. She had caught the tail end of Terrifica's instructions as they came on to the scene. She would otherwise be content to let Tremayne fanboy and act a fool. But, it was clear he needed a second or two to get out of his own head. As such she took some heavy strides towards the trio. "Not dying sounds good."

Sureshock's Initiative: 31 The Spectacle's Initiative: 4

Lockdown, they had broken a lockdown order by the school. Tabitha was still fuming at her brother having dragged her out of Claremont. Because, if or inevitably when it got back to their parents. The blame would inevitably fall on the girl of metal. After all, who would believe anyone could make The Spectacle do anything. But, even as stubborn as the Texan native could be. She couldn't help relent when Tremayne showed her the signal on the screenshot that was shared on social media. That emblem belonged to the man that saved them. And gave them a cursory schooling. And above all Sureshock's idol. Captain Thunder. Shock and Awe moved as a unit through the streets. Neither party could fly, and both lacked a certain amount of subtlety. As such the twin heroes were openly arguing amidst all the howling in the air. "It's a generic lightning bolt. Could be anyone." "Could be Mr. Gardener."

Let's see Shock and Awe for thread 1. Instead of the Claremont thread that seems the most fitting for Sureshock to be in! I'd also offer Dalir in 3, but will not take up a slot if enough EC folks want in there!

Shock & Awe Tremayne looked at Leon with wry grin before pulling out his phone and shaking it. "I only know sis is made of some sort of weird metal. She can take a hit with a car head on. As for me." Tremayne, no Sureshock responded without a second's hesitation pointing his hand at the sky and letting a surge of electricity spike upwards. It was flashy and ostentatious and in no way wholly necessary for answering Leon's question. In regard's to Tabitha's powers, Tremayne knew she could probably lift a car too. But, Tabitha's lack of apparent enthusiasm at the whole super thing meant his only familiarity with her upper limits were in passing. "Hurt him all you want. If he was smart he would try to short the electricity. But instead that boy has about as much brains as a goose turned upside down. He's going to be breaking things loudly the entire time"

"I'll pass on interviewing the police. If we go in boom, zap, ruffle ruffle it'll be no muss and no fuss." Tremayne replied. Obviously he couldn't speak for Leon, if the other teenage boy wanted to speak to the police he wouldn't stop him. But, Tremayne had already decided for himself that Miss Fujimori's evasiveness was as good as an admission that the faster they went the better they scored. With the sort of logic only a teenage boy could muster up. He's nuttier than squirrel turd. Tabitha decided to make the conscious decision to think. Outwardly she stayed silent and simply began walking towards Kendra.

"Woo! That sounds like a complete blast" Tremayne enthusiastically replied. At no point had he even consider the potential risk openly posed by either teen. Of course high school football practice came with plenty of hard knocks too. His finger moved along the air a spark of electricity tracing after as he pointed to his sister. "Just don't tell ma I was bullying you after we beat y'all. Do we get bonus points the faster we win?" Tabitha for her part rolled her eyes at her brother's enthusiasm and gave a noncommittal shrug. If she had any reservations with the way her former roommate had drawn up the arrangements she certainly didn't voice them. Instead letting the other students take the question and answer portion of the exercise. Not exactly one to get high marks in any classes that had a participation metric.

Glamazon Thaelia squared her feet forward and pulled her index finger back. Her tone more steady and subdued than usual. "Truthfully. I do not have and an answer to your query most appropriate. She did not share such details. And the surfacer archives at Claremont only covered that his final battle with the Wolf of the seas took pace during the time frame before he left the Americas back to Atlantis. However, she did inform me of its importance as a staging ground before the great siege." The siege in question being when the forces loyal to King Thallor retook the throne of Atlantis at the end of not only the second world war but war after coup at the time. The Atlantean princess had no reason to believe her grandmother would have any reason to withhold information about that time. It was simply that her life was still tied to the surface world. As she hadn't quite made the seas her home yet, even her grandmother's experiences with the Aquarium were limited. Of course if the timeline was so tight. It was actually strange that the queen mother had so little information to give. But, obviously the Atlantean princess had never thought to question family she held in reverence too deeply.

Tremayne grinned as he pointed a finger up in the air as a spark of electricity crackled out confirming Charlie's earlier guess as to how he moved his clothing about. "That was definitely static. Wouldn't do me any good to burn my clothes to a crisp with anything heavier. " He then tilted his head towards Luke, "I''m down to shoot some hoops . But, I guess I could give Soccer a try. Any game's pretty much an excuse to show of the powers around here. Or fancy footwork. Anyways as much of a hoot as your suggestion for talking bout hero worship, I'd much rather talk Football any day." He pointed to Charlie who had showed of some impressive gymnastics. Unperturbed by the reveal of everyone's secrets. He may have come from a city. But, Midland still had an insular small town mentality. At least as far as local neighborhoods were concerned everyone knew everything about everyone. So he had no reason to feel bitter. Plus unlike his sister Tremayne loved the spotlight a little. "So papercuts, dragon, booksmart spark spark, and flying' punches." Tremayne mumbled to himself quite opening while pointing to everyone including himself in an open playful association.

The Spectacle Tabitha Hannigan's pair of duffel bags made an appearance at the stairwell well before she did. The steel skinned teen had made a habit of not stepping on an elevator if she could during her time in Claremont. And she was going to continue to avoid being surrounded by even more metal as she could. A gray hoodie that definitely did not match the weather outside covered her face as she made her way up the stairs. The loud thud of her boots echoing with the half step runs she took. "I reckon I should be as happy as a dead pig in sunshine that there's only four floors. Knowin' my luck I'd be on unlucky double thirteen." The titanium teen stated without an actual measure of anger in her voice. Apparently cracking a joke for her own amusement but not intending to wait around for the reaction as she reached down to pick up the bags she she threw.

@Thevshi and @Dr Archeville I'm willing to continue this today if y'all are up for it. Sorry for the super long delay!