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I would think the Doomforge would be left untouched, like the skeletal buildings at Ground Zero in Hiroshima. Do we know where on the map the Doomforge landed? I'd be happy to work on a new map of the neighborhood for possible Guidebook submission. And yes, I do imagine large portions of Kingston would become dangerous slums in the ruins; cleanup on that scale takes years, and people will use space as they see fit in the interim.
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"I'm not entirely sure," the shapeshifter admitted with a shrug. "I'm doing what I usually do: improvising." She paused and looked down at Serena's back, then sighed. "I owe you a shirt." And with that, Lynn extended a single talon from her index finger, and with barely the slightest pressure, drew it carefully down the younger woman's back, slicing the shirt all the way open, leaving a faint pink line on the skin. "I think you might have misunderstood me a bit earlier," the older woman said as she poured some warm oil into her hand. "I have conflicting feelings about everything; I'm a Gemini, we're insane. My brain and my body are quicksilver; I zig when you think I'll zag." There was a rustling of fabric as Lynn shifted into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose cotton pants, and she added a few inches of height to get a better position. "Shapeshifters, man; there's no telling what they'll do." And then two strong hands with impossibly dextrous fingers began to work their magic.
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Just starting this as a sort of an intellectual exercise, but what if anything would the people and heroes (aka the Also People) of Freedom do about the ruined state of Kingston? This came up in chat, and I agree with the sentiment that something as dramatic as a Terminus invasion shpuld have a lasting impact on the city and the world, but could some use be made out of at least some of the land? Like a memorial park, a government lab to study the Doomforge and all things Terminus, or a heroic HQ. Just tossing this out there!
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Lynn sighed and shook her head. "Look, you need to be willing to accept good things into your life, kiddo; you've gotta stop...mistrusting happiness and waiting for the other shoe to drop. You deserve to have good things happen to you. Stop punishing yourself!" Then the changeling abruptly stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Alright, get your ass up." She gestured, and a low wooden table with a padded surface appeared in the middle of the room. Lynn noisily pushed the coffee table and miscellaneous trash out of the way. "Face down, on the table. You're getting a f###ing massage, right now. Now!" She added the padded 'face hole' to one end of the table, then conjured up a table with several bottles of scented oils.
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"Oh, we need to watch it sometime! It's got everythin': naval battles, drinkin' songs, superstitious sailors! It's a real cat 'n' mouse game between the two cap'ns; if you like Wrath of Khan, you'll probably like it." Olivia's compliments made Lulu a little bashful, but she was quick to point out the shapeshifter's expertise. "You look amazin', too, did you make that one? That's right, you always have the perfect fit if you make your own clothes. That's a neat trick! Why don't we try on a few more things then grab some lunch, okay?"
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Lulu changes the nature of her Selective Illusion, and then weaponizes Communication ?
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Lulu's first thought was to send a piercing psychic spike right into the bastard's skull, but that would require her to drop her silent field. Speaking of which... She turned to the others and whispered (more out of habit than anything else). "Y'all can talk now; ah made it so only we can hear us. Let me try somethin' out real quick..." She then turned her attention to Mr. Chair Leg as she sent a sinister message straight into his mind. - I wouldn't do that if I were you. The Council is watching. The Council is always watching. -
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Zombie. Vampire? Cyborg. Robot. Nothing. Not even a ripple. It took all of Lulu's considerable willpower not to shudder at Eira's touch, but she was definitely very quick to let it go. She was relived to find both of her parent's handshakes to be warmer. "Very nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Katastroff, ah'm sure we'll be fine." She tucked the card in her back pocket, then gestured towards her small dorm fridge. "Can ah offer you anythin'? Bottled water, or a Coke...?" Her voice trailed off a bit as she watched the metal spread across the wall. Ohhhh dear Lord.
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Lulu ambled down the familiar hallway, waving and calling out greetings to various classmates; break had been great, as usual, but she was eager to get back to her classes. She was fairly bundled up today, as winter was finally rearing its ugly head, wearing a dark blue parka with a faux fur trimmed hood, jeans and black snow boots. Her luggage was all strapped together and floating behind her, held aloft by her TK. As she approached the doorway, she cringed slightly; she hoped this argument wasn't a taste of things to come! She poked her head in the door and smiled. "Yes, that's right; how do you do? Watch out for my luggage, it's comin' through!" The large bundle of suitcases floated effortlessly into the room towards Lulu's side...until the telepath registered the girl with no thoughts. WHUMP! The loud noise of the cases hitting the floor startled Lulu, which rattled her even further. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair as she attempted to regain her composure. "Ah'm...sorry! Clumsy of me! Where's mah manners, you must be Eira?" She abruptly stuck out her hand, fully expecting the new student's skin to be cold to the touch.
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ooc Vibora Bay: Even The Mere Reports Of Such (OOC)
Heritage replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
Okay, finally caught up on my reading in this thread! Is it okay if I just have Torque drop down next to Cheval and Persephone? -
Torque - PL10 Vibora Bay PC - Heritage (Gold Reward)
Heritage replied to Heritage's topic in Character Building
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- You know, I teach meditation to anyone who wants to learn. it could be helpful at clearing your mind of embarrassing or unwanted thoughts. Also maybe Miss Grue could offer a few tips on shielding your mind; I'm sure the Grue have to do it all the time. - There were some intriguing sounds coming from inside Lulu's stall as she finished pulling on a sweater dress. "Oh, like that scene in Master and Commander when they finally make it to the island, and the doctor finds all them cool animals? Ah love that part; he's like a little kid!" Then there was a satisfied sigh. "Well alright! Brace yourself, cousin! Ah'm comin' out." The redheaded telepath stepped out of the changing stall, a little bit sheepish despite her dramatic announcement. Following her classmate's suggestion, she'd picked a honey-gold color, along with a pair of low white boots. As she pulled her hair out from inside the collar and let it cascade down, Olivia was proven very correct; she did look amazing in gold. "Damn, cuz," Lulu murmured in wonder as she looked down at herself. "You really called it!"
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Takeoff...was not fun; it never was. Like having a cat sit on your chest that just gets heavier and heavier until you think it's going to crack your ribcage. But now that they were away from Earth's gravity, it was was somewhat liberating to finally get out of the damn chair. Joining Serena at the window, looking back at the big blue marble, Lynn suddenly burst into song; while not a trained singer, her voice was definitely pleasant. "Though I'm past one hundred thousand milesI'm feeling very stillAnd I think my spaceship knows which way to go." Then she stopped and cleared her throat sheepishly. "Sorry." As the discussion turned to tactics, Grim stood next to Merge. "Yeah, as a fellow member of the Sneaky Contingent, that sounds good to me; having some squishies who can approach from the flank or the rear is often a real plus."
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Torque is in.
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"The important thing is it's a decision you must make for yourself," added Torque as she carefully selected a piece of aluminum for consumption. "Luckily, you're financial position is comfortable enough that you could easily maintain your independence if you so chose. And any one of us would be happy to help you out, regardless of which path you choose." As she thoughtfully chewed the lightweight metal, the metamorph wondered if she would come to regret her decision, and if so if there was anything she could do about it. Her physical needs were much less of an issue now, but she still needed some sort of 'living space' to do her work, and of somewhat lesser importance, have a sense of home.
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Lulu accepted the praise with a little pink in the cheeks (She had been fishing for it, after all), and then of course Davyd had to be his usual weird and goofy self. "Oh mah goodness, look at you!" With a wave of her hand, she adopted Elizabeth Swann's puffy shirt, boots and tricorner hat from Dead Man's Chest, and produced a cutlass out of thin air as she stood between Davy Jones and Adam, blade at the ready. "Stay back, you villain! You shant have him!" Her English accent wasn't half bad! As the plans for the day were explained, Lulu let her illusionary costume fade away, and she could only watch and marvel as Veronica made her dramatic departure, shaking her head in a mixture of admiration and disbelief. "How does she do that? How does she make her whole life look like the opening scene in a James Bond movie? Unbelievable." Turning back towards Adam and Davyd, she shrugged. "Well hell, view from the flydeck sounds good to me!" As they approached the island, she sent her vision ahead to scout the rocky beach, and she clung to her boyfriend's arm with excitement. "Ooh, what do you think? Should we try it?"
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"P-p-p-p-pepperoni," she said with an exaggerated nod before holding up two fingers. "Two slices, pleeeeze! Oh, and a Mexican Coke, they're the best!" The redheaded telepath was seemingly dancing to and singing two completely different songs as she jerked around. "'Rollercoaster! Of love! Say what?' Oh, can we see the Statue of Liberty? Is it still open? It's probably not open. 'Say what?'" It was kind of adorable.
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There was a friendly giggle from inside the changing stall. -Your thoughts are getting a little pink around the edges, Davyd. I'm not peeking, you're just broadcasting; most people do when they're trying really hard not to think about something. Here, I'll change the subject.- Lulu called out to Olivia like the telepathic conversation never happened; she was getting pretty good at that. "So are you lookin' forward to that birdwatchin' trip next weekend? Ah was thinkin' of signin' up, but then ah forgot."
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Lynn shook her head at Serena's statement. "The Freedom league is far from perfect. The fact is, they screw up all the time; they're just better at hiding it." She poured herself some more Maker' Mark, then looked down at her boxers and sighed. "Okay, solidarity is all well and good, but I need some f###in' pants." With a gesture, she summoned forth magic pants before continuing. "So in my time, I've belonged to two different super teams, the Freedom Knights and Interceptors. The Knights self-destructed within like a month of me joining, and the Interceptors were a major dumpster fire. But now hardly anyone remembers the Knights, and the Interceptors are a well-respected team of crime-fighters. They're all just people, doing a job; no different from the rest of us."
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"I'm not going to kill you either," GothGrim said with a sigh. "But I can't speak for the Egyptian pantheon. Look, whatever you put in my john allowed an eldritch abomination to destroy half my store and steal my personal property; assuming my lawyers can stick anything to your 'sugar momma', you are an accessory to some very serious s###." And then she took a menacing step forward and took hold of his remaining lapel. "And for the record, don't even think of trying to run." She leaned in an took a big sniff of his ghastly aroma of sweat, piss, hair care products and way too much cologne, which nearly made her gag. "Because I've got your scent; we all do. And there is nowhere you can hide." Then she very pointedly picked up the lapel she'd sliced off early and stuck it in her pocket as she sang an alternate version of an old 80s hit. "Every time I go away, I take a piece of you with me..."
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Crystal-Gazer () A Bad Guy (Duh) () Dead Men Tell No Tales () Fairy Talers () Halloween Mall Trip () Marquee Lights () One By One () Teen Idle () Grimalkin () [Maxed] Birthday Girl () Kingmaker: Checkmate () Siren Song of The Void () Torque () Dragon's Harvest () Vibora Bay: Even The Mere Reports Of Such () All Grimalkin's points go to Torque
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It was interesting how different Lulu's life had become since she'd come to Claremont; a few years ago, the sound of police sirens would have been no big deal, or might have even led her to pull up her collar to hide her face. Nowadays, she found herself tensing for action when she heard them. "Hey I think something might be-" "Goin' on. Oh!" Now finding herself in the alley, the young telepath nodded in understanding at the familiar form of Velocity; all the odd near-miss accidents at the Harrow house now made a lot more sense. "Uh, thanks! Ah'll suit up over here." Finding a dark corner of the alley, Lulu took no chances as she made herself disappear from human sight. Soon after that, the still-invisible teen jogged over to where the cop cars had been, trying to get a sense of what was going on as she sent a psychic message to the speedster. -Ah'm having a look 'round, Miss Megan. Ah'm stayin' out of sight right now.-
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Lulu is stunting 'Affects Others' onto the following AP to telepathically remove sounds around herself and her friends. Concealment 10 (All Senses, Flaw: Phantasm, Feat: Selective) (Telepathic) EDIT: per chat with Grumble, she might be able to pull this off using her Selective Illusion without stunting.
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At the sound of physical violence, the redhead's eyes went wide, and she threw her packages up in the air as she scuttled towards the commotion; as she did so, her parcels descended to the floor in slow motion. She used her illusions to erase the sound of her movement, then as an afterthought did the same for the rest of the group; anyone who tried to talk would find they made no sound. She turned to the others and held a finger to her lips as she silently crept forward toward the back room. This does not sound good at all.
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"No need to apologize," Grim said with a shake of her head. "Outrageous ####head threats come with the territory. Let's get to the Moon and shut these losers up." Lynn was glad to be going on this mission; not only would she be an incredible asset on the battlefield, but as a friend, she could be there to support Serena, who was clearly going through a lot right now. She rolled her shoulders and waggled her butt; Lynn hated wearing 'real' clothing. She was so used to conjuring everything she wore, which meant it was basically made out of the same glamour as she was, and therefore more or less felt like wearing nothing at all ("Stupid sexy Flanders!").