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Woodsman drove his motorcycle down to the edge of the nearest dock, thinking ahead. That was what he'd learned, in the Forest Primeval. Acting in haste is death. He stopped the bike and tied it up, ignoring the staring crowd, anonymous behind a mask and costume that were not terribly ocean-friendly now that he thought about it. Luckily spotting a police boat nearby that was hastily untying to make their way to the fire, Woodsman declared his loyalty to the cause by the expedient of jumping in the boat amidst the officers and pointing out towards the burning ship. "Let's do this!" he called; and for the moment, the men and women aboard were glad enough to have a superhero along that nobody stopped to ask about who and who wasn't a municipal defender. For now!
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Woodsman: Woodsman chooses to commandeer a police boat by jumping into it and declaring "City business!" and pointing out to sea. Bluff check 30
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Eira spun and raised her left hand, clenching it into a fist. The music stopped without so much as an echo, and the Swedish teen crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at Lulu. Her pale skin didn't so much as glisten from her recent exertion, and with a disgusted look on her face she reached up to put her blue hair in a tie. "That was what my parents wanted me to hear at Claremont. Of course. Skit också!" she spat, venom burning in her voice. "Are they all like that?"
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"That depends," said Eira, still smirking in a way that made her pentagram earrings glitter in the overhead lights. "Can I trust you? If I am going to get into trouble, it needs to be trouble that is worth something." Her eyes darkly glinted as she studied Pan - at least until Adam provided an interesting distraction. Her eyes widened briefly when Adam made his revelation. "A bio-droid. Hm." She blinked a few times, then said, "It probably would not have worked." She ticked off points on her fingers, making eye contact with Adam all the while. "Brain transplants are fundamentally flawed because the brain itself is continually aging, yes? So there is no path to immortality. There is neuronic alignment, what is sometimes called 'mind-swapping,'" she said with a snort and air quotes, "but that is fundamentally flawed because of the brain's tendency to revert to its original state given the lack of plasticity in even an adolescent brain. Your maker might have had more luck with an infant body - but the limited available neural pathways would almost certainly destroy the continuity of the original personality. So even had your maker lived, his efforts to find immortality likely would have failed." She put a finger to the side of her mouth for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Where do you live now?"
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Secret Secret agent Ashley Tran saw the grenade flying towards the President's daughter and did the only thing she could do - she kicked it with her toes as hard as she could, sending it caroming against the wall where it exploded, shards ripping through the tough leather of her sleeves where she'd thrown up her arms to protect her face; the blast striking the priest and sending him smashing against the wall. She'd picked Judy over someone else; the same as she always would. And then the lightning hit, blasting past her and into the far wall, close enough that her jacket sizzled from its passage. She spun, saw Madame Blitz, and snapped her guns from their holsters without breaking stride. "Je suis la vengeance de la garce parisienne!" she snarled in her schoolgirl French before firing a volley of laser blasts into the Nazi's chest. Daystar screamed in terror and grief as the explosion rocked the space around her, watching the priest hit the wall with a bone-crunching thud. She wanted to yell for Ashley's help but she was under attack by Madame Blitz, and the man who had murdered the innocent priest right in front of her eyes was somewhere up in the rafters of the church. Somewhere - she looked upward, eyes glowing as brightly as the rest of her body - she could see him. "You can't hide from God for what you did!" she yelled up at die Eule before she put her hands together and reached within - drawing on a blast of gamma rays that blasted a searing green as they tore through the air past the masked German assassin. The blast didn't hit him dead on (which would have killed him instantly) but the mere penumbra of it struck him down, the heat from its passage igniting his costume and sending him tumbling to the church floor with a bone-
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"You have not said why you are strange," Eira pointed out to Adam. "As for you, it is bad trouble, yes?" Eira raised an eyebrow as she looked at both Pan and Adam. "The mandatory lectures, the messages to your parents, all the rest." She smirked, swirling the spoon in her tomato soup as the metal scraped the bottom of the bowl. "Better to get in trouble for something more interesting than that." She looked Pan up and down a speculative look in her eye, then asked, "How do you like to get into trouble?" She punctuated her question by setting down her spoon and cracking the knuckles on her right hand, crack crack crack.
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Judy blushed and looked away, making a study of her face in the bathroom mirror as she opened her purse. "Well, Ah mean, we were...canoodling some," she admitted, 'but we don't get a lot of chances to do that together. It was just, you know, on the lips..." Ashley, watching from where she leaned against the wall, said softly, "I don't think she was criticizing you, Judy." "Well." Judy looked back at Mia and smiled. "How about you and Micah?" she whispered, handing Mia some supplies. "How are things going? Did he treat you nice, picking you up?"
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"If you and Lulu want privacy tonight," said Eira bluntly, "I will work in the library until nine." She looked up at Adam and added, "But there are biometric sensors in the corridors, the RA in our floor is very observant, and the 'relationship responsibility' curriculum is tedious." She rolled her eyes and snorted eloquently, then added, "I do not think it is worth it."
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Watchdog: draws her gun. She'll Startle Madame Blitz as a Move Action, inflicting a DC 25 check with her Skill Mastery She'll then shoot her! 11 Ugh, well, it's unlikely that hits - and I really want it to hit! So I'll spend an HP. Say, I wonder if I could have one for taking that hit for Daystar...? =D https://orokos.com/roll/785284 okay, that makes it a 29, unfortunately you don't crit with the HP. Still, that's a DC 29 Tou save for Madame Blitz there. Daystar: shoots at die Eule, who is arguably flat-footed because he doesn't know she can see him? So if he's got Defensive Roll it's not helping. https://orokos.com/roll/785286 27 Okay, well, that's a DC 19 Fort save vs. a Tou drain, and then a DC 24 Tou save using the post-Drain.
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Eira didn't seem to be bothered by the volume of Astrid's story-telling - though she did fix her gaze on her levelly as she spoke. "I was a child then, only fourteen years old, but it was fun. I attended a wedding in Útgarðar between jotunn nobles of the houses of Mimir and Menglöð as a guest of Kimber Storm. The jotunn liked my icy heart and that I could outdrink them all, once I convinced Kimber that I was at no risk of shorting myself out." She snorted, blowing a strand of blue hair out of her eyes. "I heard one of the boys telling the others that it was a shame I was too small to make a good wife, so I struck him across the face and knocked out a tooth." She grinned. "The jotunn are a simple folk but once one knows how to talk to them, you can get along famously." She then added, a bit more seriously, "The second time was harder; last year, an Aesir poisoned the waters of Mímir's Well, and I came to assist Kimber when she acted as a neutral judge over the trial." Her smile dimmed at that. "I left before the sentence was carried out, of course. That's where I got this," she said, reaching up to touch the stud in her eyebrow. "A gift from my friend with the missing tooth. I could not fly the last time I was there, but perhaps I will next time..." She looked up at the sky, still half-smiling, then looked back at Astrid. "So...what is fun to do here?"
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Eira looked up at Pan, her eyes seeming to briefly unfocus. "The dimensional exile. Hello." She set down her burger to shake his hand with a cold, bony grip and began cracking the knuckles on her left hand, crack crack crack. "I have internal speakers." She smirked. "I could play it much louder, but there are rules against that." She made a little gesture that seemed to encompass the cafeteria and the school all in one. She cocked her head, seeming to glance briefly at something neither of the boys could see, and suddenly the faint sound of a familiar song played briefly, quietly enough that it would have been only somewhat obnoxious at the next table over.
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ic Vibora Bay: Absent Friends (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Americas
Riley took the card, smiling slightly as he thought of Persephone and what she would make of Fred. "Looked us up, did you?" He put the card in his pocket. "I'll see if I know anybody who could use this." He stroked his chin as Fred talked, running his fingers through his dark goatee. When news came about Robin's work, Fred caught Riley's brief hesitation before his tense shoulders slumped ever-so-slightly - whether relaxation, defeat, or both, it was hard to tell at first. "...good. She's good at that. How's everybody else doing?" He flicked his gaze levelly at Fred for a moment, then said, "I hear from Matt sometimes." When their meals arrived, Riley made a point to take out his wallet before Fred could reach hers; eager to pay for his own if not for Fred's meal. -
Eira smiled. "My brother is Citizen." She blinked as she looked at her classmates, blue eyebrows furrowing. "Sharl Tulink? The machine intelligence who defeated the Curator and fought against the Communion? Surely you have heard of him, he even went to-" She made a face like a key was being wound tight somewhere inside her; but then there was a spaceship arriving and she seemed to forget about the others. Eira's pierced nose wasn't quite pressed against the transparasteel window but it was close, her hands flat against it as she watched the arrival of the Praetorian vessel with wide blue eyes. "Someday we will have ships like those," she said with surety in her voice, so softly it was barely audible.
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Eira looked up at Adam, studying him with her flat blue eyes. "Lulu's boyfriend, yes. Hello." The music died down as she took another bite of the burger, watching Adam with a curious, though not necessarily unfriendly, look on her pale face. The iceberg lettuce on the burger was a little stiff and there was an audible crunch crunch crunch as she ate.
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January 2020 Claremont Cafeteria Eira sat alone at lunch, not seemingly bothered by the fact. Her plate was full of the vegan lunch specials of the day - a cup of tomato basil soup, a curry-spiced sweet potato and wild rice burger, a pesto chickpea salad on the side, and a slice of coconut yogurt cheesecake topped by a few raspberries. Those passing close to the blue-haired teen could faintly hear music as they went, the strains of some half-audible rock music playing, but she wore no headphones. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with a basketball jersey over it and sweatpants, her facial piercings glinting in the light overhead as she tilted her head back to eat, the soup briefly a red stain on her blue-painted lips before she dabbed it away with a napkin.
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Is what I wrote what you were after?
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Okay! Watchdog: Reflex vs 20: 19 Hachimama! Okay, Tou vs 25: 23 I'll take that bruise and like it! Save vs the blast Tou vs 25 : 17 I'll HP that one! 29 Where was that nat-20 when i needed it! OK, Watchdog is bruised and down to 1 HP.
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Riley had never heard the word intersectionality before he'd come to Claremont - but as he stood paging through copies of How Things Work (he already had a copy but you just never knew what might happen, and he needed another one for his disaster bag), the word stuck in his mind. On the one hand he fit in perfectly in the upscale LGBT bookstore; a majority of the patrons were men and most of them certainly seemed to be LGBT, holding hands and socializing with each other in ways that made tight things in Riley's chest uncurl, talking about how the gayborhood was gentrifying these days and wasn't that a pity, how they were going to get their kids into a good upscale prep school, and all the rest. But on the other hand he didn't fit in at all - he was a good decade younger than anyone else in the store and one of only two black men in the store, the other working behind the counter. In his leather jacket and jeans, he also was dressed down more than anybody else. Nobody had said a thing, nobody had even followed him around the store the way they sometimes did; but he'd felt the measuring looks from the moment he walked in, and he was pretty sure it wasn't about the way his muscular frame filled out his shirt. Of course, he was used to not fitting in. He'd missed the sound of the explosion as he'd walked in, but as the in-store television switched from the Logo Network to breaking news, he muttered a curse and put the book back. Time to get to work! Outside it was the work of a moment to rev up his bike and duck into an alley, changing into Woodsman's gear before he drove back on the streets and started zipping towards the docks, weaving between cars as if he'd learned to drive on city streets and not through tree-slain alleys. There were going to be people who needed help, and maybe it would be nice to have people looking at him as a hero for a change.
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sign me up w/Judy and Ashley
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ooc Hydra the Queen (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
https://orokos.com/roll/784629 = bound and helpless! Okay, @Tiffany Korta I think we need your saves here too. -
"Oh no!" Judy jumped up and away from Leroy, hurrying to Mia's side. "Are you okay?" "It was just a little bump," said Ashley, reaching down to help Mia up. "Did you do that deliberately?" she asked, giving the younger girl a baffled look. "No, it just wore out," said Judy. "And you a Roman empress!" she said cheerfully, elbowing Mia lightly in the side. "Hey, let's go fix our makeup," she said, putting her arm in Mia's. "Be right back, everybody." With a deep sigh, Ashley followed the girls as the movie kept playing behind them - Messala's exile of Judah ben-Hur. - Inside the bathroom, Judy was all smiles as she opened her purse. "So! How's it going?" she asked Mia with a wink.
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Eira peered over her glasses at Leroy, her smile wavering for a moment before it faded away entirely. "It makes you sound ungrateful to talk like that. You could have stayed on Earth." She frowned and removed her glasses, taking a rag from her pocket to polish them. "They want to show the station because we are the 'future defenders of Terra'." She mimed a quote in the air for the last words, and then smiled as she put her glasses back on. "They are smart. And they know my brother punched the Communion in the face."
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January 2020 Just after "One by One" When Lulu arrived back at her dorm room after the meeting with Orange Squad, she knew Eira was in there - and in a mood. They'd only been sharing the same space for a few days but she knew what the loud music meant when the door was closed; and that Eira would be perfectly content to listen to it for hours at a time unless she was asked to stop. The sound vibrated through her hand as she opened the door, and she was bombarded by a guttural German voice singing a song that had been five years old when she was born, playing at a volume that pushed the limits of Claremont's policies without actually breaking them. "Du! Du Hast! Du Hast Mich!" Eira was standing at her desk-turned-lab-table, violently banging her head and thrashing her limbs, mouthing along to the song. She'd taken off her hoodie and was down to a black halter top that set off sharply against her pale skin, exposing what looked like deep scars over her shoulder blades as she danced. Eira was not by any means what Lulu would have called a competent dancer, but she was certainly aggressive about it. She looked Lulu's way as she came in; but didn't immediately stop.
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Eira stopped her head-bobbing and turned to her team to say "The Lighthouse has been in place for nearly three decades and has survived multiple incursions, industrial accidents, and a dozen dimensional rifts." She'd pronounced "three" as "tree", but showed no sign of being bothered by that. "It is one of the most secure places in the Solar System - even without the presence of the Freedom League." She peered out the nearest window, and commented, "It's beautiful from the outside." She turned back to her fellow Orange Squad members, eyes still hidden behind her vaguely steampunk glasses. "You will love CoVic," she promised, "it is a center of galactic civilization like no other." She reached back and rubbed her left shoulder blades, a thoughtful smile on her face.
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Question! Can I have Ashley use her Interpose to throw herself on the grenade for Judy? That's quite literally her job, after all!