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GHOST Casper sits, holding Grim's invisible hand in his (which is pretty weird, but he tries to be casual about it, not that anyone in there is looking at him right now, anyway), and just stares at the not-so-good Doktor through his goggles, flipping back and forth between x-ray and normal, and, yeah... Nothing to see beyond what he'd expect. Fleur and Velocity might seem to take it at face value, and Patriocat seems like she is very unamused at Archeville's Space Santa story, but Ghost? God, he is trying so hard not to laugh. Oh, Casper believes it. He haven't been to space, but he's met aliens, and honestly? Why not? There's weirder things happening. And it still just great. "Hey, Grim?" he whispers, leaning closer to her. "Is that something that usually happens with Archeville?"

@Spacefurry

+1HP for Muirne and Luke. And we are out of combat for a moment, but will resume after everyone has had a post. Everyone is free to make any Knowledge checks that might give you an idea about villains active in the 1960'es, including Popular Culture, Streetwise, Occult, the like, or whichever you can think of. 27 - Bluebird - KO 24 - Paper - 4HP - Unharmed 22 - Stormcrow - 6HP - Unharmed - Master Plan 3 (not yet active) 22 - Ms. Scorpion - Bruise (x1), Staggered 22 - Chump - Unharmed, Grappled by Shift (Pinned: No Dodge bonus, Def -4) 19 - Shift - 1HP - Unharmed, Grappling Chump 18 - Ghule - 0HP - Bruise (x1), Secondary Effect DC25 TOU save on Toxin's next turn 18 - Toxin - Unharmed 16 - Casanova - KO - Grappled by Nightscale (Bound & Helpless), Caught in Muirne's rank 10 Snare (Bound & Helpless) 12 - Multi-Girl - 1HP - Unharmed 11 - Nightscale - 5HP - Injury (x1), Bruise (x1), Dazed 10 - Shadowborne - 4HP - Unharmed 5 - Minions - x10 - KO

GM Toxin stares wildly at Multi-Girl while she struggles with Ghule, trying to push the zombie girl away with her touch. "He took everything! He made me do horrible things! He's... he's..." She is struggling, like something is keeping her from saying what she is trying to say. "He is... the... they made us. Scorpion, she... they are using..." She stops again and screams in frustration. "He has to die! It's the only way to stop it!" The green flames flicker. There is a noise outside, like a low dull roar. The people on the ground around them begin to stir. And the angels, all pallid and wan, The moment that Shadowborne's spear pierces Nightscale's skin, the shadow tendril that connected Casanova and Shadowborne breaks. First, it breaks into smaller pieces, then they begin to fade, like smoke that disappears and fades away, caught on the wind. The dragon's blood drips to the ground. The green flames go out. Uprising, unveiling, affirm The Stormcrow looks around, his eyes go wide under his visor. He knew they were planning something, but not this. Everyone that had been unconscious on the ground rises, the men and women in rags, Bluejay. They all move as one, in complete sync, climbing to their feet. The ground is rumbling, cracks beginning to form That the play is the tragedy, "Man," The doors leading into the warehouse are pushed open. And moving as one, a mob begins to fill into the room. "'e's 'omin'..." Ms. Scorpion whispers, holding her hands over her mouth, blood still flowing from her broken nose. "'es 'ere..." She is positively giddy, even as she struggles to remain standing. Casanova opens his eyes. And its hero The ground breaks next to Casanova. A spindly arm stretches up. Tattered clothes. Rotting flesh. Nails black with dirt. The fingers slam down, digging into the ground. Another arm does the same. Paper, Stormcrow, Multi-Girl, Ghule, Nightscale and Shadowborne stand surrounded on all sides by the newcomers. Toxin and Chump has stopped struggling, simply staring at the spindy figure as it pulls itself out of the hole and climbs to its feet. Pale, rotting skin. Loose, jeans tied around its thin waist with a piece of string. No shoes. A hoodie filled with stains and holes. Maybe it was once grey? The hood is pulled up. The arms have been ripped off the hoodie, showing the long, thin arms, filled with cuts and bruises, the pale flesh never healed. Long dark hair falls out of the hood, and what was once a man smiles a smile with rotting teeth. the Conqueror Worm.

The STORMCROW "Yeah, Shields and his crew were a bit beyond troublemakers," Charlie says, the grin gone from his lips. Especially with what the whole New Young Freedom team would eventually lead to. "Casanova mind controlled people to commit crimes they could stop, Stinger turned out to be a super villain spy and part of the reason that Casanova turned that bad, and, well... at some point, he started taking control of at least some of his teammates too." No reason to get into the exact details. Not yet, anyway. Charlie's grin reappears as Michael lays out his plans, and the reason that he asked him there. He wants to make a super team. Alright, that they can do. "Y'know, it wasn't exactly easy to get to work with the Raven, so don't worry about being jealous. Can't really share any of the details, but trust me on that. Anyway, got anything to write with? Any paper?" He gestures to a tabel and sits down, taking whatever Michael hands him and starts writing. "You wanna do the new new Young Freedom? You'll want to plan some stuff, if you want to make this work. Getting a bunch of friends together is good, but you gotta make sure you can all work together. So... who do you got? Who do you want for your team? What are they like? What can they do? How do they feel about each other?" As Michael starts talking, Charlie starts writing names and notes for each of them, eventually drawing a circle around each as Michael finishes talking about them.

The STORMCROW Charlie stares at Bernadette, returning her teasing tone with a mischievous look in his eyes, while they slowly move, and then she leans in and whispers. Charlie stops for a second. Any pretense, any act, any mask, it all slips away for a moment of complete surprise, though clearly one that he is more than happy about. "Why, Miss O'Connell, it sounds like you have plans." With her close like this, his mouth is right next to her ear as well, and like Bernadette, Charlie whispers. "I like plans."

The STORMCROW So that was what this was about? Charlie looks at Michael over the glasses for a moment, a grin playing over his lips. "I'm guessing you mean the Guardians?" Straight and to the point. No need to play coy here, as long as he keeps certain secrets about the headmistress to himself. Not that he has told any of his friends, anyway. "Through trial and error, mostly? It didn't really start out as anything intentional. There was this group of students that called themselves New Young Freedom, led by Sebastian Shields, or Casanova, and they went around causing trouble." It wouldn't surprise Charlie if Michael had heard other students talk about Casanova and his gang. They hadn't exactly been popular, once Charlie and his friends started messing with them and revealed how they caused the crimes they stopped. "I decided to make them myself their problem, grabbed some friends, and we went to stop them when they caused trouble." It is most of the truth, at least. Ms. Summers had asked him to continue keeping an eye on New Young Freedom after the first time, but that isn't something that he shares with Michael. Raven family business and all that. "Shifted a bit around who came along and who didn't, depended on who was around and who wanted to help. We kind of ended up with a set group a while before I left." It was way more intentinal than Charlie lets on. He wanted to work with friends, people that he could trust, but also some that filled certain powersets. He needed a diverse team, after all. "Why do you want to know?"

Spaceman An alien? Parker looks up, having been lost in thoughts for the standard assembly, before Veuriz is introduced. He had been asked to go meet the new student alongside some of the others, but no one had told him that she was an alien. She looks small, dressed like a punk, on top of equipment that seems to help her breathe. She looks weird, to be honest, but then again, so does a lot of them... and it's not like his powers aren't weird. Dressed in a white winter jacket with fur trim and jeans, Parker follows Michael over to Veuriz, where he holds a hand up in a greeting. "Hi, I'm Parker. How are you?"

GM "C'moooon! You don't need it!" the kid yells back at the dinosaur, as the mighty Thesaurus Rex continues his chase. "I own it, I made it, it is MINE!" he shouts. The ground shakes under his steps. He is close to the kid now. He can almost taste him. "A snack, a bite, a pick me up would do WONDERS right now!"

Spaceman "I could get up high and have a look, at least?" Parker offers, looking up. Moving himself around in jumps probably wouldn't help much, would it? And then yells, and screams, and a dinosaur with a top hat that it yelling about wanting something back. "It might work anyway, go for it Baz." The dinosaur is busy, the kid is running... They have to save the kid, then figure out what is going on. That's what the Centurion would do, isn't it? "I'll grab the kid."

Spaceman: 17 Thesaurus Rex: 5 So that means @Thevshi gets to start! 24 - Timeout - 3HP - Unharmed 20 - Gamma Buzz - 1HP - Unharmed 17 - Spaceman - 3HP - Unharmed 5 - Thesaurus Rex - Unharmed

The STORMCROW "Some of them," Charlie says, still holding the small ball in his hand. The Ravens, past and present, had made plenty of gadgets themselves. No reason to reinvent anything they had made, after all, but that is a little tidbit that they would probably prefer he not share. Especially not this little gizmo, which Ms. Summers had made. Drinks placed in front of him, Charlie eyes them for a moment. Michael is clean, as far as he has been able to find out, so, why not? "Sure," he says, reaching for the Dragonfruit Honey and tasting it, before emptying the cup. "It's good," Charlie says with a grin, before placing the glass down. "But, as much as I enjoy free soda, I'm guessing that's not the reason you wanted to meet, right?"

@Kaede Kimura you're up after Nerd's IC. @Lone_Star noted, remember you need to save again on Toxin's Initiative. 27 - Bluebird - KO 24 - Paper - 4HP - Unharmed 22 - Stormcrow - 6HP - Unharmed - Master Plan 3 (not yet active) 22 - Ms. Scorpion - Bruise (x1), Staggered 22 - Chump - Unharmed, Grappled by Shift (Pinned: No Dodge bonus, Def -4) 19 - Shift - 1HP - Unharmed, Grappling Chump 18 - Ghule - 0HP - Bruise (x1), Secondary Effect DC25 TOU save on Toxin's next turn 18 - Toxin - Unharmed 16 - Casanova - KO - Grappled by Nightscale (Bound & Helpless), Caught in Muirne's rank 10 Snare (Bound & Helpless) 12 - Multi-Girl - 1HP - Unharmed 11 - Nightscale - 4HP - Unharmed 10 - Shadowborne - 3HP - Unharmed 5 - Minions - x10 - KO

The STORMCROW Charlie feigns a hurt look as Bernadette says that she shouldn't laugh, but it quickly turns to a wide smile, especially as her hands found their way around his neck. "I dunno... I mean, the Vest is really horrible..." His left hand moves to the small of her back, the right to the back of her head. "It would have to be a really enjoyable slow dance."

Spaceman "Can't we please talk about it?" Parker asks, as he continues to hold his hands out to the side. "We don't have to fight." Of course they have to fight, that's the reality warper's game here. Play along, right? So, what would he normally do? Try to end this without fighting, without harming the blue person he is fighting. Focus, then. Catch them in a trap. Extend the distance all around them, make sure they can't move, make it impossible for them to go anywhere. Paralyze them with the infinite distance to everything around them.

Alright. Personal Space Control array set to Impervious Toughness and Immovable. Space Movement Array set to Flight. And gonna use Paralyze from Space Control Array against the blue one that's facing him (I'm guessing Djinn?): 20. DC18 Reflex Save vs. being paralyzed if that hits, as Spaceman basically makes it impossible for her to go anywhere, keeping all distance around them infinite. The effect is Subtle, so might catch them flat-footed?

Spaceman Parker appears in the middle of the group, having shifted his distance to get there. He doesn't use that trick too often, but it's useful. "Sorry, Mr. Faulks asked me to help him out." By lifting a heavy piece of machinery so he could fix something under it, but he didn't feel like sharing that bit. He nods at Crimson Tiger, watching as she directs the others to punch. "I'm Parker, sorry that I'm late." He is wearing a heavy white winter jacket with fur trim, which is open to show a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Do you want us to use our powers? Or just do a regular punch? It... uh... it kind of makes a big difference for me." he asks Crimson Tiger.

GHOST "No, I guess I'm not" Ghost replies to Grim, though honestly, having her like this? It's something he could get used to. And then the Freedom League alarm goes off, and Grim already knows what's going on. "Then again, seems like I got good reasons, don't I?" he asks, even if he is grinning under the mask. He pulls away and pulls up his x-ray goggles. "Sounds like you know the guy. Wanna tag along?" he holds out a hand and, as soon as Grim accepts it, they disappear. Less than a second later, they're in the meeting room with everyone else, appearing just as Fleur finishes talking. "Sorry I'm late. Hope it's alright I brought Grim." Tensions are high in there, it seems. He's read about Archeville. Never met him directly, just dealt with the fallout from some of the things he's done. "Think I'll just sit down."

GM Or it was, at least. Of course, there is nothing that tempts fate like wondering what you should do, saying its a quiet night or contemplating toasting marshmallows in radioactive green fire. Down the street, from not far away, there is a mighty roar, followed by a scream. As the groups look out over the edge of the roof, they see a small figure, a kid, maybe twelve years old, clad in heavy clothing to stay warm, rushing out from around a corner between two buildings, running as fast as they can. And then with another roar, the pursuer appears. A mighty beast, a tyrannosaurus rex, follows, sliding on the slick ground before crawling up and giving chase once more. It is wearing a human sized black top hat. "CEASE, DESIST, GIVE UP! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE, GET AWAY OR RUN! GIVE BACK WHAT YOU HAVE STOLEN FROM ME! SO SAYS, PROCLAIMS, SHOUTS THESAURUS REX!"

Spaceman "Don't talk about someone's mom like that," Parker says, a bit of laugh to his voice as he playfully pushes Baz's shoulder lightly. "C'mon, that's just..." Whatever serious thoughts he had about Lawrence keeping this from him are clearly gone after Baz's statements. Alright, he can understand Lawrence's way of thinking. It isn't like he is going around announcing that his parents are the owners of Powers Holdings or that his sister runs the company. "Yeah, it makes sense. I get it. But still... your mom is Velocity. That's pretty awesome." He is grinning at Lawrence as she speaks, before turning back to Baz. "Sorry Baz, I guess we just wait around or start moving? Guess it's just a quiet night, right?"

The STORMCROW "Don't worry. The League got it. Otherwise, I'm sure everyone here will just pile on, and that'll just be a mess," Charlie says, as he moves in closer for a moment, before pulling back. He's good, but Bernie is better, not that he minds. It beats his training, by far. "No, no, you misunderstand. He trained me. Like, as my dancing partner." He pauses, while he moves in closer again for a moment. "The slow dances were very awkward." And he had made sure to delete all the security footage of that. "And sometimes he made me wear the vest. Trust me, you do not want to know about the vest. Just imagine that it's horrible."

GHOST "Neat trick," Ghost says, as Grim grows while he holds on to her. It's a weird feeling, her proportions changing in his hands, her hand and waist shifting and then... She is just there. "Yeah, if you're fine with it, at least." Casper does his best, but he didn't lie. He is in no way a good dancer. The only reason that he isn't constantly stepping on Grim's toes is that he keeps ghosting his feet just before he woulds step on them. "Sorry, but I told you I wasn't any good at this. Still, it's pretty nice." One of Grim's hands in his hand, his other still on her, he does his best. Maybe things are finally looking up a bit for the Ghost?

The STORMCROW Charlie can't help it. He should be focusing on Bernie here, letting others deal with Archeville... but... "Seems like there's some trouble happening." He doesn't want to lie to her about things. Then, the feed on his glasses show Ashley confronting him. Alright. Then it should be dealt with. "Seems like Patriot's handling it, so they should be fine." Taking Bernadette's hand, Charlie leads her out onto the dance floor. "Would you believe that the Raven trained me in dancing too?" he asks, grinning at her. True or not? He's not letting it show.

The STORMCROW The door opens, and a young man with red hair steps in. He is wearing a heavy black winter jacket with light grey trim. He is wearing a darker grey beanie over his head, with a little bit of red hair peeking out from under it. Charlie is smiling, as he usually is, while he shakes some heat into his body. He is wearing the same pair of glasses that Michael saw him wearing at the christmas party. Stepping closer, he unzips the jacket, revealing a black dress shirt and a light blue tie with stylized white birds printed on it. "So... I guess this is where you work?" As he walks closer, he pulls out a small device, a little ball with a button, and presses the button. Any cameras or the like inside the shop starts looping the footage from just before Charlie entered.

Spaceman "Right," Parker just responds to Baz's talk. Honestly, he likes Baz, but he is also just a lot to deal with sometimes. "Short of it: There's a lot of things to do here outside classes and studying. Besides, there's a lot of things to do out in the city. It's not like we're not allowed to leave the school." Sure, they aren't really allowed to go out and be super heroes, but from what he's gathered from other students, it's common enough, but probably something that shouldn't be said where everyone can hear.