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On her way out of the awful test from hell, Robin hesitated in her blue and yellow uniform, debating for a moment whether she out to give Riley a bit of time or head directly after him. She could pause and change, but the memory of Riley's stricken expression decided her. Pausing only to grab her worn leather jacket, Robin headed up from Claremont's underground tunnels until she could reach a level where there was window access. There were many weirder sights than a student in a training uniform sprinting through the halls and diving out a window so Robin only garnered an occasional look as she ducked outside and scaled up the side of one of the dormitories to reach the roof. She wasn't trying for stealth although her boots weren't all that loud as she landed on the shingles. "Riley?" Robin's voice floated out as she straightened up, her concern apparent in her tone.

Early September Common Room, Boy's Floor Riley sat alone in the common room, shoulders hunched, sharpening his hatchet. The jacket he wore was one size too big, a bulky, heavy outdoors jacket that had been a gift from his other self before leaving 'home' for Claremont. It was a nice enough jacket - it was certainly like nothing he'd ever worn back in his real home. Nothing this nice would have gone unpatched in fifteen years since the end of the world. The other boys were doing boy things; playing video games, watching television, and talking to each other. Riley, with keen ears and keen eyes, was intimately aware of every whisper of his name; every glance his way. Everyone on their floor had heard the yelling when Lubis had caught him in the bathroom - and they'd smelled the stink bomb afterwards, and seen the RAs coming back and forth and separating the two boys. Lucky I didn't make him eat that arrow. Divine avatar or not, he was pretty sure 'Garuda' wasn't tougher than impervium. Crossbow, and the duffel bag containing all his Earthly possessions, were at his feet under the table. He had only one companion there. "You ever thought about going double-headed?" Riley had the idea that John Smith had been one of the more elite students at Claremont in years past. In his early twenties, the crimefighter was still active traveling between dimensions, but in Freedom City mostly occupied himself with his duties as a combat instructor and RA at the Claremont Academy. He was the one who'd gotten Riley and Tyler Lupis separated, and made sure Mr. Hawke and his wife had put Riley up for the night in the faculty apartments across the campus, while Lupis had bunked with Smith himself - after some calisthenics. Garuda wasn't there right now, but Riley could see his buddy Gomera off brooding in a corner about how hard it was to be rich and well-fed every night. "Nah," said Riley shortly as he hefted the hatchet. "Not just for throwing, 'Sfor working, too." He pointed to the flat, weathered rear of the blade. "Use this for hammering and stuff." "Makes sense," agreed Smith before looking up as the common room door opened again. "Hey. There's the guy I was telling you about."

Player Name: GooseInduced Character Name: G.R.F.A.N. or Gryphon Power Level: 10 [150/150 pp] Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: In Brief: Teenager with out of control powers builds a device to contain them… Then a suit of powered high tech armor. Alternate Identity: Flynn Michael Ramsey Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: (People and/or groups you work with) Family: Mother: Jackie Mills (Living) , Father: Michael Ramsey (Deceased), Uncle: Tye Mills (Living), Uncle: Aaron Ramsey (Living) Description: Tall and lean, Flynn looks like any average teenager. His skin isn’t as dark as his mothers, but gives his heritage away in its deep tan. His hair is brown and while not unmanageable, the curls are a bit of a hassle and Flynn keeps it tamed in a mane of thin, chin length dreadlocks. Because his skin and hair are such a similar shade, his blue eyes stand out and look almost piercing. He looks much like his mother with her rounded nose and the set of her brow, but he has thin lips like his father and his tall physique. He’s already about six feet tall and not done growing. The armored stealth suit G.R.F.A.N is Flynn’s baby. He constructed most of the suit out of scavenged materials, using his uncle’s car garage and junk yard to make many of the pieces. Despite that the suit looks as polished as any high tech device. Sleek and armored with steel, the suit provides protection against most attacks any crook in Freedom City might dish out. Many of the surfaces have been intentionally scuffed instead of shined to keep with the low profile appearance. Because of its conductive properties Flynn also used a lot of copper in the suit and channels of it are visible in the armor. The helmet is streamlined and aerodynamic; the eyes the glow a bright icy blue, mimicking the stare of a predator. The back of it is tiered, mimicking the look of ruffled feathers. The same design is carried down over his spine, a reinforcement of the suit to protect his spine. It is in this reinforced backing that he stores his staff, able to draw it at a moment’s notice to defend himself and fight. Age: 16. August 13th, 1999 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian/African American Height: 5”11 Weight: 125 Eyes: Blue Hair: Dark Brown Power Descriptions: G.R.F.A.N. is the acronym for General Radiation Field Absorption Net. It is the working name for the device Flynn designed to keep his powers in check and later grandfathered to represent his cybernetic suit and become his alias as Gryphon. The suit itself is a marvel considering it is made of exclusively scavenged materials. Beyond the suit, Flynn’s powers are very limited. His natural mutation manifests in mental quickness and intelligence. The accident jumpstarted his mutation, turning his nervous system into a hyper efficient conductor of energy. He’s able to passively absorb and store background energy. Though his internal battery has its limit. If he’s ever unable to drain that battery the energy may escape in unintended channels, bursts of emp or static shocks. History: Flynn never knew his dad. He died when his mother was still pregnant. He really knows only two things about him: He was in a gang. He was white. There are a few old pictures of his parents. Their brothers were friends, hung out with the same crowds. Unfortunately they both hung out with the wrong crowds. His mom never approved, but she could never stop him either. The story goes that the three of them had gone out. It was just a ‘routine’ job, nothing major, nothing dangerous. They hadn’t counted on the cops that night, or the stray bullet that would leave his mom on her own. The bullet that ensured her dropping out of school to get any job she could to pay the bills, to take care of her baby. Things never got easy. His mom has always worked two or three jobs to make ends meet. Even then ends never really met. His uncles offered, many times to help either with money or ‘job’ opportunities, but his mom always said no. She wanted no part of that life for her or for Flynn. Especially not after it had taken his father. It was exactly their lifestyle that kept his intelligence in the shadows. No one took the time to see exactly past the label of ‘ADD’. He squeaked by his schooling. He did only what he had to. He had other things to worry about besides school. Like seeing a ‘past due’ power bill sitting on the coffee table or trying to take a shower only to find out there wasn’t any water. It was only as he got older that Flynn’s intelligence really started to bloom. His grades got better, but not because he was trying. He started to realize exactly how much he could remember. The math equations that most kids struggled to learn he had the moment he set eyes on them. Like energy production. It gave him an idea, small at first. Only it grew, the idea of creating an efficient energy source. Nothing huge just… just enough to power a house. He couldn’t let it go. The idea rolled around and around in his head until finally the slacker took action. He put down his skateboard and took his notebook to his uncle’s scrap yard (chop shop). He worked for almost a week straight. He had no idea what he was onto, how close he came to something brilliant. Only the experiment backfired. Nearly blew up his other uncle’s garage and set off a black out that plunged half of Freedom City into darkness. He woke up with a concussion, a few bruises and one wicked headache but nothing a few days of rest wouldn’t cure. Or so he thought. It started small at first. The headache didn’t go away, in fact it got worse. He had trouble sleeping, then eventually stopped sleeping all together. It was like he couldn’t turn off, like his mind was connected to some energy source that wouldn’t let him sleep. It was only when he blew the transformer by his house (Flynn sneezed while touching a lamp) that he realized how accurate that was. Realizing that his experiment was a success, just not in the way he envision, Flynn set out to contain the energy, and eventually to harness it. Needless to say his creation never made it to the science fair. He found another application for it. First he managed to harness the energy, creating a energy/radiation net that would draw the energy from him: G.R.F.A.N. General Radiation Field Absorption Net. A device that in its most crude form was a series of wire electrodes on a vest under his clothing. It absorbs the energy and transfers it to battery packs for later use. At first he put them to use in their house, hooking multiple packs together and hooking them into the home’s power grid. After that, he let his ambition get the best of him. What if power was the least of their worries? What if they could get whatever they wanted? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions and Flynn was bound and determined to take that route. He’d seen power suits made by other heroes: Bright, flashy things that granted flight and super strength. Flynn didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be seen. He wanted something sleek, something fast, something that could get him anywhere. It was probably best that Claremont had their eyes on him since causing the black out. That their people knew what he was up to. That they knew he’d been successful. Flynn was damn lucky they were waiting for him at that bank. He wasn’t trying to rob it necessarily. He just wanted to test out his baby: The Gryphon Stealth Combat Suit. It had worked well enough. He’d gotten all the way to the vault before they could stop him. But all it took was locking him in with the money. He had two options: Jail or Claremont. At least at Claremont they would help supply him with materials. Personality & Motivation: Flynn’s greatest motivation is his mother. He might be a lazy slacker and have ‘better things’ to do than school but if nothing else he loves his mom. The experiment that jump started his mutation was done in the hopes of her not having to work so hard. Over all Flynn is a pretty laid back guy. He’s not quick to rile up or get angry. He loves video games but has never really been able to afford them. His hobbies are his skateboard and the small bit of parkour that one of his friends got him in to. Though lately a large portion of his down time is spent working on the Gryphon suit. He still doesn’t consider himself smart, never has. Though while many would classify him as quick, he isn’t the wisest of the bunch. Powers & Tactics: The Gryphon suit has been designed with a wide array of abilities. A built in HUD keeps him alert and allows him to zoom in on an object up to 10 times. Various visual filters and programs allow him to see in total darkness and the infrared spectrum. He is even capable of tracking individuals by their heat trail. It can even pick up on sounds outside the normal human range of hearing. Combat algorithms and aiming protocols help with accuracy and evading attacks. The suit grants him increased speed, dexterity and strength. The suit has a compartment on the back to store a telescopic staff that Flynn can fight with in close quarters. At a distance, the suits programs work with wrist mounted launchers to shoot a charged “Shuriken” projectile. The suit also features arm mounted grappling hooks that allow him to reach roof tops and other areas with ease. He is also capable of using it to slow his fall and swing to out of reach areas. Though the most impressive feature of the suit falls under its stealth capabilities. Designed to be quiet and the efficient, the suit is able to harness the energy and radiation that Flynn absorbs in a unique way. It is able to distort light waves outward, bending them around the suit and rendering it invisible to the naked eye. It was that property that caused him to build the suit with one idea in mind: Ninja. Complications: Splitting Headache: Flynn needs to discharge his internal “Battery” on a regular basis. Instead of trying to find a ‘normal’ way of channeling his ability, he opted for a more… inventive method. His current set up gives him two days on a battery pack before it becomes full and he has to switch out (With 24/7 wear) Hooking up to and using the suit does help maintain his stores and keep them in check, but just putting the suit on isn’t enough. If he is ever caught unable to change his batteries (Either because of not having any empty ones or not having access to the necessary tools) the first stage is headaches and sleeplessness (two to three days) ZAP: The second stage is static discharges that are uncontrolled and unpredictable. Potentially acting as EMP or interference with energy and electrical sources (Three to four days) ???: (A week or more) After that the potential effects are unknown. Death? Coma? Potentially. He could also turn into pure energy or a walking H bomb… He just really hopes it doesn’t come to that. That Money Thing….: To be blunt, he dosn’t have much, if any extra money. If things came down to it, he’s just out of luck. They are barely scraping by and at least at Claremont he’s less of a financial burden. Gangsters of Freedom: One of his biggest fears in going into the crime fighting business is running into someone he knows. His uncles, cousins, even his next door neighbors are in with the various groups in freedom. After what happened to his dad, they leave Flynn and his mom out of it well enough. Still, he doesn’t know what he would do if he ever ran into one of them. I Don’t Give A-: Flynn isn’t very good with authority. A product of his environment or just his personality? Who knows? He isn’t fond of being told what to and is known to put his foot right in his mouth when people get ‘bossy’. Hot Blooded. Check it: He is normally pretty laid back, but get him mad and his fuse burns quick. It blinds him and is liable to cause him to make mistakes. Abilities: 2 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 0 + 0 = 14PP Strength: 12 (+1) Suit: 14( +2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Suit: 20( +5) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 14(+2) Enhanced: 18(+4) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +2 Suit: +9 Attack: +4 Base Grapple: +5 Suit: +6 Defense: +10 (+4 Base, Dodge Focus 6) Knockback: -2 Suit: -5 Saving Throws: 6 + 6 + 5 = 17PP Toughness: +4/+10 (+2 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +6 [Suit]) Fortitude: +8 (+2 Con, +6 base) Reflex: +8/+10 (+2/+5 Dex, +5 base) Will: +6 (+0 Wis, +6 base) Skills: 48/48R = 12PP Acrobatics 5 (+7) (Suit +14)SM Computers 8 (+12) Craft (Electronics): 9 (+13) Escape Artist 0 (+2) (Suit +9)SM Knowledge: Physical Science 8 (+12) Knowledge: Technology 8 (+12) Notice 5 (+5) (Suit +9)SM Search 0 (+8) (Suit +12) Stealth 5 (+7) (Suit +14)SM Feats: 5PP Defensive Roll Eidetic Memory­­ Inventor Luck Quick Change Powers: 7 + 74 + 4 + 1 = 86 Device 2 – Bo Staff (9/10PP Container, High Tech Power Suit; Feats: Subtle (Collapsible, Stores in Armor); Flaws: Easy to lose) [7PP] · Strike 8 (Feats: Mighty) [9] Device 18 - High Tech Power Armor (90/90PP Container, Restricted 2 (Flynn Only: Power Source); Flaws: Hard-To-Lose) [74PP] · ‘Shuriken’: Blast 10 (Feats: Accurate 3) [23] · Communication 4 (Sense type: radio – 1 mile) [4] · Concealment 4 (Concealment from all Visual) [8] · Enhanced Dexterity 6 [6] · Enhanced Strength 2 [2] · Enhanced Feats (Acrobatic Bluff, Attack Specialization 3: Bo Staff, Challenge: Fast Acrobatic Bluff, Dodge focus 6, Evasion 2, Improved Initiative, Quick Draw, Skill Mastery [Acrobatics, Escape Artist, Notice, Stealth], Uncanny Dodge (Ultrahearing) [17PP] · Enhanced Skills: (Acrobatics: 4, Escape Artist: 4, Notice: 4, Search: 4, Stealth: 4) [5pp] · Grappling Line: (Super Movement: Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall Crawling) [6] · Leaping 2 (Jumping distance: x5) [2] · Protection 6 [6] · Quickness 2 (x5 Flaws: Physical only) [1] · Speed 4 (100mph) [4] · Super-Senses ( Darkvision, Extended Vision (Normal) – 100 Ft. , Infravision, Tracking (Infravision), Ultra-Hearing) [6] Enhanced Intelligence 4 (Mutation)[4PP] Quickness 2 (x5 Flaws: Mental only; Mutation) [1PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE Save EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage (Staged) Shuriken Ranged DC 25 Toughness Damage (Staged) Bo Staff Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage (Staged) Totals: Abilities (14) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (17) + Skills (12) + Feats (5) + Powers (86) - Drawbacks (0) = (150/150) Power Points

Miller Park, The Fen’s Freedom City 23rd February 2015, 10:00 am The small rather grotty park on the edge of the fen’s had a rather dubious distinction for the kind of people that inhabited the park through the night. BUt the local inhabitants had had enough and were trying to improve the reputation of the area and it started by cleaning up the area. Several of the cities largest companies had donated money towards the project and several organizations had donated their time including several school, Claremont being one of them. As part of you Social Responsibility class you’ve all been bused in to spend the morning cleaning up trash, not the most exciting of events but at least it get’s you out of the classroom.

The Combat Simulator used bleeding edge technology to allow students to face almost any perceivable threat. They could face anything from a mugger to the Lord of Entropy himself all without putting themselves in any danger. Unfortunately it was run and organised by very much flawed humans, who very rarely made mistakes. It seems that somehow both you groups have been booked to use the CS at the same time. Well you’re all here at the same time, what are you to do?

March 1, 2015 Claremont Academy When Wander arrived at Duncan Summers' office, the headmaster emeritus was there to greet her as if it was still old times and she was still a Claremont student. She'd heard the old man was dialing back these days, gradually shifting the load of running the school to his daughter Callie, but in his black sweater and slacks, he certainly looked as hale and hearty as he ever had. Of course, when you spent a lot of time around Travis Hunter, a generation older than Duncan, maybe the Old Man didn't look so old after all. "Good afternoon, Ms. White," he told her cordially from behind his desk. As usual, thanks to his bad leg, he was seated at her approach. "Thank you for coming. I need you to do for one of my students what Fulcrum did for you when you were a student here." He didn't ask - evidently trusting her answer already. "I understand you've worked with Atlanteans in the past?"

Player Name: Raveled Character Name: Brigandine Power Level: 7 (105/105PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief: The latest heir to an ancient legacy. Alternate Identity: Ami Jennifer Rask-Martel Identity: Secret Birthplace: Lyon, Rhone-Alps, France Occupation: Student, superhero Affiliations: Claremont Academy, Rask Aeronautics, Martel Industries Family: Walter Rask-Martel (Father), Brigitte Rask-Martel (Mother), Caroline Rask-Martel (Older sister), Jack Rask-Martel (Younger brother), many more. Description Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Danish-French-Swiss Height: 5' 11" Weight: 115 lbs Eyes: Green-gray Hair: Black, dyed blonde Ami Rask is a tall girl, still skinny in the way of youth, with a boundless energy and an enthusiasm for life that shines through in everything she does. She hair is long and straight and naturally dark, but she dyes it a honey-blonde color. Her eyes are green-grey and bright and usually open very wide. Most of the time Ami is dressed in simple, elegant dresses and skirts in solid colors or complex patterns. She's a stickler for cleanliness and will usually check her clothes once or twice an hour for stray hairs, fuzz balls, or uncut threads. When Ami knows she's going into combat, she wears a jumpsuit designed by Martel Industries to maximize her psychic potential. It's grey-black, with large circles of channeling material over her chakra points and lines connecting them all. When she pushes her powers to the max, she lights up like a fiber-optic Christmas tree, but it helps to keep her powers under control. Her telekinetic 'suit' is a large, vaguely human-looking form with trunk-like legs and arms. Power Descriptions: Ami can create telekinetic fields that she layers around herself, creating an energy suit. While the suit is active, she is in the center of a ten-foot tall vaguely humanoid figure, with huge arms and legs and fingers. The suit is created from her will and her mind, so it reacts to her emotional state; when she's angry it may develop spikes and long, jagged claws. When she's scared it may become sleeker, more compact, more able to hide. When she's showing off it will gain a more defined and more clearly feminine form. History: Ami Rask has always lived in interesting times, and loved every minute of it. Her family is wealthy; about the same time as her parents married, Walter’s engineering firm was brought under the wings of Martel Industries. So Ami and her two siblings were born into the Martel family, with the usual high standards Martels demanded of all their family members. Ami approached every test with zeal and elan, and even when she failed she came through it with a smile. Even from a young age, there didn’t seem to be any limits to her courage or her desire to explore, and when she started moving things with her mind she accepted the new training with open arms. Soon, in addition to her regular schooling, Ami found herself given more specialized instruction and inducted into some of her family’s secrets. She already knew the Martels traced their line back to Charlemagne; she didn’t realize that the family had spent centuries battling to protect civilization. Now that Ami had some of the very special skills that the Martels had cultivated over generations, she would be expected to take a more active role in their fight. Despite the danger and difficulty of the drills, Ami approached every day with new enthusiasm and progressed through the training with speed. At the same time, her cousin Eve Martel was learning things at the Claremont Academy that she never could have understood if she stayed under the family’s protective wing. Sage was one of the most effective soldiers the line of Charlemagne had ever produced, and the decision was made to enroll Ami in the school. She accepted the notion of going across an ocean and living among strangers in a strange country with the same excitement that she did everything. She was sad to leave her family in France, but she was excited to go live in America and learn from the same people that taught her storied cousin. Personality & Motivation: Ami Rask is a gregarious woman, always upbeat and outgoing. She loves meeting new people, trying new things, going new places, and she very rarely says 'no' to anyone. She works hard to keep an upbeat outlook no matter what the situation may be; even if things seem bleak, she is always looking for the silver lining and trying inject as much positivity in to a situation as she can. Ami is intensely aware of her family's place, as the heirs of Charlemagne and longstanding protectors of the world. More specifically, she tries to live up to the standard set by her aunt, Eve Martel. While not everything the intense young Martel has done is openly discussed even within the family, she knows that her aunt has become a respected hero in Freedom City. Her name her family is a challenge to live up to, but her aunt is an example to emulate. Powers & Tactics: Brigandine isn't very subtle in her approach. She gets into melee distance to the most dangerous enemy on the field and engages them directly, wrestling them if she thinks she can overpower them with brute strength, or else keeping them busy so any allies she had can deal with other threats. If an enemy is keeping away from her, she can use almost anything lying around the battlefield as an effective javelin, or close the gap with a powerful leap. If she can, she likes to sneak up close beforehand to guarantee that she can start the fight by immobilizing the biggest threat Complications: Secret The decision was made a long time ago to keep Charlemagne's legacy a secret from the world at large. Ami strives to keep that secret, which means she has to keep her own superheroic activities a secret. Thrill Seeker Ami will try anything once, the more dangerous the better! She might choose an unsafe action simply because it's more thrilling. Psychic Backlash Ami's amazing suit is created by her own psychic power, and while she can usually control it, if she pushes her limits she can 'strain' her powers. Rousseau Was Right, You Know Ami can be idealistic, and if an enemy tries to surrender she'll probably accept it. This means ruthless foes can take advantage of her better nature. Agent of Charlemagne As a Martel, Ami may be called upon to undertake special missions for her family's mission. This could lead to a conflict of interest with other superheroes, even her friends. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 6 + 2 + 6 + 8 = 26PP Strength: 25/10 (+7/+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 20/16 (+5/+3) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 6 + 8 = 14PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +7 Melee, +3 Ranged, +7 Thrown Grapple: +7/+20 Defense: +7 (+4 Base, +4 Dodge Focus, -1 Size), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -3/-1 Saving Throws: 0 + 2 + 3 = 5PP Toughness: +7/+3 (+5/+3 Con, +2 Protection) Fortitude: +5/+3 (+5/+3 Con, +0) Reflex: +4 (+2 Dex, +2) Will: +6 (+3 Wis, +3) Skills: 56R = 14PP Bluff 8 (+12)Skill Mastery Concentration 8 (+11)Second Chance Diplomacy 11 (+15)Skill Mastery Drive 8 (+10)Skill Mastery Intimidate 0 (+6Large/+4) Language 5 (Danish, English, French [N], Italian, Mandarin, Japanese) Pilot 8 (+10)Skill Mastery Stealth 8 (+6Large/+10) Feats: 17PP Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Attack Specialization (Thrown) 2 Benefit (Martel Family) Benefit (Wealth I) Dodge Focus 4 Improved Grab Second Chance (Concentration) Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Drive, Pilot) Quick Change Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Powers: 29 = 29PP Alternate Form 5.9 (Mind Improves Matter) [29PP] Enhanced Strength 7 [7PP] Growth 4 (Large Size, +8 Str, +4 Con, -1 Att/-1 Def, +4 Grapple, -4 Stealth, +2 Intimidation, Flaw: Permanent) [12PP] Leaping 2 [2PP] Protection 2 [2PP] Speed 2 (25MPH) [2PP] Super-Strength 2 (Str 40) [4PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Melee DC 21 Toughness (staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (26) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (5) + Skills (14) + Feats (17) + Powers (29) - Drawbacks (0) = 105/105 Power Points

So, as it stands now there are going to be two threads coming up. One starting sooner. 1. Campout/Social thread/adventure in your mind! Errant attempts to have a bit of socially stuff with friends, and 'friends', and classmates, because... they tell him it is a wise thing to do. And then he accidentally imbibes hallucinogenic mushrooms... Oooooooo! Characters Involved: Errant, open. 2. Errant gets kidnapped by a nemesis, and is getting turned into a telepathic living weapon. His friends have to save him. This is set during during Thanksgiving, or in the chaos post Incursion resolution/new year what not.. Characters involved: Arrowhawk, Glamazon, Thoughspeed, Blod, (room for 1 or 2 more?)

I'm looking for two or three other PCs to be a thread involving alternate universe counterparts of themselves. These are going to be friendly, or at least non-hostile versions; the focus of the thread is going to be Jay confronting the fact that there are no alternate versions of herself. EP has graciously volunteered to GM, so he has final say on things.

Claremont Academy Headmaster's Office Thursday, September 4th, 6:00pm Aleksander Nakani was not a troublemaker, the sort to get called in to the Headmaster's office for a fight or prank or the like. But neither was it an unfamiliar place. When you're training to take up the mantle of the man who sits in that room, it is perhaps inevitable that you meet with that man. Or his daughter. Who is also your boss in the field. Not exactly the easiest position to hold, even for a disciplined teen like Alek. Still, Headmaster Summers had called for a meeting with him, and he was far from refusing. Of course, he had paused for a moment when he walked in, seeing not only Headmaster Duncan Summers, but also his daughter Callie Summers, and a young man he didn't recognize. The former was seated in the big chair behind the big desk; his daughter stood to one side of him, the stranger to the other. Alek closed the door to the office and walked to a spot a few feet in front of the desk, where he had a clear view of all 3 adults in the room. He gave them all assessing looks for a few moments before speaking up. "Per your request, Headmaster, I'm here."

OOC for >this thread. Probably won't need it, but just in case.

What: There's a new gang of young supers in town, foundlings of the humanitarian WYRM(World Youth Rescue Movement, as per the tag above) organization dedicated to saving teenaged exceptionals from abusive, corrupt, criminal or neglectful circumstances. The ones they save are taken to Freedom City and given the best training and education the Movement's obscure yet fabulously wealthy backers can afford, and encouraged to become superheroes in their own right. It's a group founded partly in fear of what disadvantaged metahumans might become if not given a 'proper' upbringing, and partly on real charity. And in a city as big as Freedom, there's plenty of space for an accidental meeting while taking on some fire-based villainy! Who: Fourish Claremont students, including Cho Lee. I was hoping for a lineup of lighter, fun-loving sorts. PL isn't too much of an issue, 8-10 preferred. How: Combat opening, talky ending. Plenty of space for bizarre or novel tactics over simple blasting.

Port Regal, Freedom City, New Jersey Cline Home Tuesday, February 4th, 2014 William walked into his family's home with less than his usual vigor and energy. He was oddly subdued and, unusually, glad his father wasn't home. His mother could feel the relief. She'd felt Will's subtle probe and inquiry earlier, when he'd been "told" that his father and younger sister were out and about in the city, likely getting into some sort of trouble. William wasn't carrying an overnight bag or anything (not that he needed one; he had enough supplies at home to split his time if he liked), and didn't even have a backpack full of homework. He just had a couple slightly wrinkled sheets of paper clenched in one hand. He moved into the kitchen, looking for Paige. "Hey, uh, Mom? Where are you at?"

Dodododo, okay. So, I'm kind of bored here. I mean building PL7s is fun, but I want to do some active work stuff. So what can we get moving for Claremonters now? We've got a fresh new batch, and the intros are running down a bit. So where do we want to set these? After school, in class, combat simulation? We want to do something right?

January 5th 2:34 PM The front of Claremont was a very large gate. Past that gate was a large manicured lawn, and past that, was a big, square building, which was where the car had dropped Georgia off. Really the whole area looked less like a high school and more like the colleges in the pictures on the pamplets in the guidance counselor's office. She'd spent a lot of time in there the last few months. The public school she went too previously wasn't too reluctant to let her go, but they did talk to her a lot about the transfer paperwork involved.In fact, she was under the impression they wanted her to go, that it was a great opportunity and that she would get the best they could offer and they'd only heard good things about this school. Not that it mattered to them that she'd be leaving behind all her friends to go to this great opportunity, or that she suspected, couldn't confirm, but heavily suspected they might of been getting some reimbusement for some of the accidental breaking of things around the school. She could only guess really, it wasn't like the school hated her, more like they didn't notice her, which was pretty evident that she was rarely reported absent from her more streniously boring classes. Walking up to the gate, she realized something that hadn't occurred to her, that probably wouldn't be the case here. Whatever the consequences were, it likely wouldn't be as easy to fade enough into the background to get enough comfortable apathy that her old city school had. They'd straight out told her she'd be getting special classes to deal with her new thing. Looking at her hand she stared at it for a few seconds before absently moving it through her luggage and grabbing a brush she'd tucked into the inner pocket. Yep, still weird as hell. Especially since she could put it back just as easily. After that she picked up the trunk and put it on her shoulder like it was a duffle bag. Maybe she'd be more self concious about it if she wasn't, well she didn't know. She was essentually standing in front of the real world equivalent of Hogwarts, though she severly doubted she'd have to sit under a sorting hat. Looking at the square building she shrugged and walked forward. It was Sunday, but they were supposedly expecting her so she could start school for the new semester the next day. She didn't exactly know what to expect, Georgia (the state, not herself, she knew she'd get ribbed for that, but it was really not that big a thing), wasn't really a superhero central, not as much as this area at least. Well, maybe they'd try to be somewhat normal, but honestly, she'd left normal behind a while ago.

August 30th, 2013 Just after dinner Claremont Academy, Games Room Tona Baudin sat on the couch, huddled into herself, stealing looks at the women across the table from her. The young archer was wielding unfamiliar tools, weapons which she had never considered until today. She felt the stares of the other three young females, and glared daggers at the only thing left for her to choose. "I don't see why we can't both be ninjas," she said, for the third time. She looked at Sam Vance, who was already shuffling her two decks of cards. "We both like sneaking. Why can't we both be... sneaky people?" She looked at the cards already in her hand, the Pirate deck. She had chosen it mainly because the pictures looked a bit more real than on the other cards; and now she was staring at the Alien deck. She knew she had to have two decks, but the combination reminded her uneasily of her trip to Sanctuary. Tona's eyes shifted to Kristen and Jennifer, looking for support. She didn't really know the two other Claremont students very well, but apparently they were also dating, and Jennifer had a yen for board games. The idea of the four girls bonding over pieces of cardboard was evidently normal for this dimension, because Sam hadn't reacted oddly to the suggestion. Which was why Tona was here, feeling -- oddly enough -- quite at sea.

So due to real life stuff and the previous thread kind of being lost in confusion land, I'm not going to try and wait for the previous thread to complete before moving on with Amelyth. So I was thinking a thread where 1-2 heroes from Claremont go out and help show my character the ropes or something like that. I don't feel comfortable GMing this so in the end we should have 3-4 players or something. I'm okay with anything as long as it's related to Claremont. Edit: Missed a "don't", funny how this changes a sentence.

So... Semi follow up to the Camping trip. Was thinking of a field trip out, and this time it being a day trip. Maybe to New York. Or going out to the beach to spend the day picking up the beach of volunteer work.

GM 2013, February 28th, Wednesday, 12.05 PM Freedom City, Bayview, Claremont Academy, Mathias Cooke Wing, Room 206B The place was Freedom City. The year was 1965, and the dim room had just gone through one of the harrowing stories of the human race on the brink. Some of the impact was lost on the more apathetic, dead or alien students, but everyone at least kind of looked interested. Dr. Amelia Valero clicked to the last slide, showing a faded 1960s picture of the bulky and purple Soarazon fleet roaring back into the sky, the Freedom League watching them go. The distinguished-looking woman paced forward, declaring placidly "That single stroke by Galatea and Sea-King was enough. The warlike Soarazons had never encountered mercy or forgiveness before from other races during an attack since the High Wars, and so they left Earth at once in the company of Star Knight to surrender themselves to the Lor fleet, vowing never to return." She smiled dourly "This vow has been broken at least twice before, each time on the anniversary of the attack, although each time the blockade fleet informs us that they stopped the invaders far from our system's borders. Something to think about when you go to Astronomy" she added with a faint grin. Looking over the lines of seated students her cool brown eyes flicked up to the clock at the back of the room(catching a few furtive backwards glances with a silent rebuke) the Supers History teacher sighed almost imperceptibly for those without super-hearing and began to put back together her notes and the class textbook. "I'm afraid time's up for today, class. Tomorrow we'll start in on the latter 1960s. All Tectonic, all the time!" the answering groan from the students got a real laugh from the sturdy Latin woman "Alright, settle down, I'm joking. He was a very crucial figure though. and his exploits fighting the Vibrator are difficult to believe. Dismissed!" In an instant the classroom burst into motion, the lights came back on and the dozens of students surged back out into the halls, most of them chatting happily to each other in small knots of friendship, handing in late papers with suitably apologetic looks to the briskly polite professor, or charging off alone to something they were already ten minutes late for, legs pumping furiously. Six students however were called back in. "Ah, Mr. Silvestri! Sondo! Stelzer! Griffith, Andrews, Solarin!" the last three were directed at a tall and refined-looking African boy, a stocky and grumpy British girl with dark red hair, and a muscular, excited American boy with bright blue eyes and black hair. She raised an eyebrow as she scanned over a small sheet on her desk "Lot of 'S' names in my classes for some reason. Anyway, since you did so well on the last test(and I must admit, in your case I'm astounded, Mr. Stelzer) I want you all to band together and do a mini-project on alien invasions of the 1960s. It has to be at least twenty pages if written, ten minutes if a recording of some kind, otherwise you're free to do as you like! Any questions?" She asked with a warm smile.

New students got faculty and students together to greet them when they arrived at the school, but potential faculty was something else entirely. When the taxi from Hanover left Dr. Estelle de Haviland off at the front gates of the Claremont Academy, Dr. de Haviland was greeted at the door by the headmaster of the academy himself. "Hello, Dr. de Haviland. Welcome to Claremont Academy." The old man's grip was firm as he shook Estelle's hand, his hair grey but his back straight and eyes perfectly alert. "Let me offer you a belated welcome back to Freedom City." He was friendly, but it looked like he was making an effort.