Dr Archeville

*puts away the ARCHANGEL shirts he'd had printed up* Interceptors is fine, if that's what y'all want. (But the secondary code-name thing is a good idea.)

"Hel-lo -- voices? Now who would be out here, at this hour? Teens on a camping trip? Or someone trying to hide something? Might as well investigate..." As Dead Head walked through the forest, still whistling (though now it was a different tune), two people in/near Leon's training area became aware of something very, very wrong. Tempest felt the approach of something utterly and unspeakably wrong, a jagged gash in the patterns of life itself. It first noted that the birds and other forest creatures had become very, very quiet, then had all bolted in panic, headed north, east, or south -- but not west. West, the direction in which the Sun set (from the point of view of the humans, at least), and thus associated with night and cold and death. Tempest knew, better than most humans, that death was a completely natural part of life, an inevitability that lead to rebirth and renewal -- but what approached was not natural; it was a mockery of both life and death, of the entire natural order! Jack of Blades felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a feeling of unease resting in the pit of his stomach. Ever since his powers had been awakened, he'd had a vague sense for the energy around him, from hidden power lines to the electrical fields running through all living things. Even now, he could sense Leon in front of him even without looking. Concentrating on the uncomfortable feeling, he realized that there were other presences somewhere in the woods. One felt almost like a person, but was somehow... off. The thought of a creepy, not-quite-right porcelain doll sprang to the young man's mind.

Depends. Some depictions have them as perfectly hermaphroditic, and others as completely gender neutral.

And if we go with Heritage's suggestion, there are -- according to some traditions -- Seven Archangels.... ;)

It'd still be open, but probably on a reduced workload (which might make it more vulnerable to break-ins). As Geez has (repeatedly) pointed out to me, Malice was never the CEO/head of the company, just the head inventor (with a ton of stock). Hrrmmm... your ideas intrigue me, and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

You're on the Sexy Chest Squad

And a madman unknowingly pulling all your strings! *ahem* And a smart and experienced mentor to guide you!

ROFLMAO And he's just egotistical enough to do that, even though he would be secretly funding the team. EDIT: Though if your hearts are set on Interceptors, that's fine, too :)

I think this can easily be interpreted to "damage bonus, or rank of TK if using TK." I' fairly certain that ruling's in effect b/c you can't grasp a weapon with an energy blast or with another weapon. I don't see why a weapon disarmed by TK couldn't be "held" by the TK-er once disarmed.

So is Velocity not in, either? B/c it looks like she asked to be in after Blink did/after it was closed.

Can haz brains?

Archeville shall sing that song that will end the world! Or "I Vill Survive"

Okay, so it's All-Star (paragon & former football star) Blink (teleporter & former villain, but has served time for all known offenses) Colt (extradimensional gunman/bounty hunter) Grimalkin (mysteeeeerious faeling; she knows Doc) * Jack of Blades (mystically-enhanced gay blade) Razorwing (former villain, but never caught/officially charged w/ anything; "The Kid") Velocity (uber-attractive speedster; she also knows Doc) * Maybe

Also, the roster is All-Star (paragon & former football star) Blink (teleporter & former villain, but has served time for all known offenses) Colt (extradimensional gunman/bounty hunter) Grimalkin (mysteeeeerious faeling; she knows Doc) Jack of Blades (mystically-enhanced gay blade) Mongrel Angel (uhhh....) Razorwing (former villain, but never caught/officially charged w/ anything) Tarantula (Spider-Gal / Spider-Gal / if you're nice / she'll be your pal) Velocity (uber-attractive speedster) All are -- or should be able to pass as -- 19-25 years old (which, incidentally, Doc can do!) ... right?

Something brought to my attention last night (minutes before the crash): originally the thought was to have a wealthy person or company fund/direct the team, not the government. And Darts, Inc. -- the weapons manufacturer which formerly employed Eric "Malice" Micheals, and soon being overtaken by Doktor Archeville -- was up for consideration. (How did I miss that? My wife's recovery has taken a downturn, I've been fighting a nasty stomach bug, and you all brainstorm way too fast ) I'd be open to the idea of Doc funding & directing a young adult super-team, even with former villains on it. (Doc believes in redemption -- just ask Dryad!) Also, the idea of UNISON being the backer, in the hopes they could get those villains a pardon for their crimes, doesn't work, since UNISON has no legal authority whatsoever. (But wait: neither does Doc! Ah, but he does have the Connected feat, and knows lots of folks, so he could put in some good words to the right people, the people who can get that ball rolling. So he can get the pardons arranged about as easily as UNISON could.) Plus, having Doc as Charlie to your Angels has benefits for all: A) It's a handy explanation for any ultra-tech stuff in your HQ; It means there'd be a Ref always overseeing y'all and helping you fit smoothly with the rest of the board, making sure storylines aren't clashing and so on; C) It'd give me more excuses for posting as Doc (Though I'd have him be taking a back seat, like, well, Charlie on Charlies' Angels, The Chief in Doom Patrol, or Xavier in most X-Men stories. There for debriefings and wrap-ups, mostly.)

Dangit, I should've winked at Jack, or something, to let him in on it. Not like I was in any real danger. "Thank ya, ma'am," the 'zombie' relied to Cyndi, his voice very gravelly. "And don't worry none about me, I'm used to gettin' hit on. Er, beat on, that is," he corrected, though the way he held himself indicated he'd said exactly what he'd meant to. As Cyndi walked out, the 'zombie' approached Marcus and Erik. He leaned to one side to whisper to Marcus, "Er, confidentially speakin', Mac -- you're right!" He winked at Marucs, then turned to Eric and offered his hand to shake, "hey, Jack! I've got a break due to me in a bit, you free to chat for a spell?"

Learning About Dead Head

A mutant! Well, probably. Oooh, I could give them all a real scare... The zombie continued charging, clawed hands outstretched, clenching and unclenching in what could only be anticipation for sweet, sweet flesh. "BRAAAIIINNNSSS!!!" young guy, probably aim for my center mass. Or my head, after watching too many zombie movies. Prep myself so he blasts my head off, then have my body sit up and grab for 'em after a moment. Or if he hits my chest, might leave a big hole, I fall, then sit up and grab for 'em after a moment.

Now a Tier 2 NPC.

Archived at player request.

Erik, Marcus, and Cyndi were not exactly wowed by the Fun House/Haunted House, at least not at first. A few monsters painted on the entrance, faded with age, greeted them, and as they walked through the entrance white plastic ghosts dropped down in front of them. Pre-recorded shrieks and groans echoed through the halls, which covered most of the sounds of the hydraulics moving the monstrous mannequins and papier-mâché limbs from in and out of their recessed hiding spots. A few spots did throw them, since there were some obvious areas where something would be expected to pop out, but nothing did, only for something to pop out from a separate, better-concealed area a few feet away, or behind them. As they sensed they were nearing the end of the winding path, the recording abruptly cut off, and all the hydraulics and other noises stopped, plunging the attendees into an eerie quiet. They could hear the sounds of the carnival outside, but they were muted, moreso than they might expect. Were they farther from the exit than they thought? Or was it just some really good sound insulation in the walls? A new sound was soon noticed, a stomp-draaag, stomp-draaag shuffle that echoed throughout the halls. The sound was soon joined by a low moan, and these sounds now came across on whatever hidden speakers had been broadcasting the more standard shrieks and groan earlier, making it impossible to tell where it was truly coming from. What looked like a Hells Angels biker appeared far down the hall, his face hidden in an unusually deep patch of shadows. It shuffled towards the attendants, hands outstretched -- hands that were twisted into claws. As the figure continued forward and out of the shadows, its face could be clearly seen: withered, painfully tight, the mouth hanging open but the lips pulled back and frozen, and the unfocused eyes glowing an eerie green. Eric recognized it, from his encounter with it a few weeks prior in Wharton State Forest. "brrraaaiiinnnsss... brrraaaiii-" Then it stopped, and its eyes focused with alarming sharpness on the group. And then it began to sprint towards them. "BRAAAIIINNNSSS!!!" Oh, I think that's Jack, from the forest! I'll have to see if I can chat with him on my next break.

The Director-General of UNISON, who'd be giving the new superhero team their orders?

Well, until internal conflicts and personality clashes tear you all apart.....

Angel? Avalon?

Now a Tier 2 NPC