Avenger Assembled

Now that sounds solid, yes! Some conflict with the things that put them there sounds good. Otherwise it's just a story of rich kids riching it up, with powers. (And Ashley and Danica!)

Ashley and Danica LOL.

Sitting by himself on a park bench and being glared at by many of the passersby, Steve ate a corndog with a scowl on his face. They think me their enemy. If they only knew. The truth was he had a very good reason for not revealing his identity, and that was because of the scars he saw on those around him. It would be pleasant to imagine that these people were all simply misled by the media of this Earth but he knew that was simply false; he had seen the too-familiar wounds on some, the injuries that would never fully heal despite all the powers of this dimension, and the look in the eye that meant scars that ran deep there as well - the scars that meant the debt that could never be repaid. What could I do? Frighten them? Tell them that the real monsters of the Terminus are far more terrifying than the unhappy victims of entropic mutation? He disposed of his corndog, and began drinking from a large soda cup.

Okay: The Sandersons (played by me) are up - The Solution (played by @Gizmo) is up - Woundmaker (played by me) is up -

"Killin's out. You kill a supahero, you make him a martyr for every do-gooder in town." Anna knew this to be true from the example of her friends, her own most common antagonist the Centurion having died saving the Earth. "In this town, all that gives you is cops gunnin' down little Mexican girls." She crossed her legs, reaching down to pull the one leg up and over the other. "And if I wanted him to leave me alone, I got ways a'makin' that happen too." But then calling in the Crime League, the _real_ Crime League, would mean she'd owe favors again, and be back in a life that she'd promised her son she'd never come near again. "I want the guy exposed and in jail. Not in the super-jail, either, but in the place where bastards like him get shanked in the goddamned toilet." She gave Caroline a straight-on look and said, "Yer damn right it won't be easy. This ain't no Freedom."

You are always welcome here. I am so sorry for your loss - we are available to you.

Hey guys! I am noooot running major Claremont plots this year because I have done enough of that. Which means we should figure out some of what we're going to do with these characters! We've got the adventurous Danger cousins, the brother-sister pair of Dakanan monarchs, the turtle totem, the undercover First Daughter and her Secret Service bodyguard - and various others who I do not mean to omit here! What should we do with these crazy kids?

Sounds great, durf! Did you want to write that up?

Super Strength 2 (Feats: Throwing Mastery 2, Flaws: Limited [-2], Applies only to throwing distance for objects that would have been light anyway) [3 PP] "Perfect throwing arms" - okay, the mechanic here took me aback, but I see what you're going for here. Why not just do it w/a Blast with the Medium flaw? I ask that because otherwise this seems like a cheaper-but-complicated way of doing an effect more easily represented as something slightly more expensive - and that makes us go hmm..

Hmm - how are you balancing this with the pretty steep restrictions on law enforcement officials with superpowers acting as superheroes that we've generally described as happening in-setting? (Note that this doesn't apply to characters like Watchdog, who have a pretty narrow purview.) Not saying you can't do it - just looking to see a little more on it!

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Oof - good luck! We will be thinking good thoughts about you and your family, and be happy to see you when you can make it back.

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"I got enemies in this town. Mafia, bikers, that goddamned woman-beater Stabbo - but the big one is the man in charge. Not the Dons, either." Anna fixed her gaze on Caroline, wondering how long it would take the detective to put two-and-two together, especially given her inebriated state. Images of her father, her uncle, and the bottles in their hands, flashed quickly through her mind. "I'm workin' against the Hammer a'Justice. He's a stone killer who's put more people in the ground than any of the hitters in Bedlam and he's gonna keep doing it until he drops dead or until somebody takes him down. If you take the gig, you'll be doin' some a' the legwork I can't."

Callie looked at Ashley, who looked away for a moment, obviously considering what was and what wasn't appropriate to say. "I've only been working with the First Family for a few weeks, so I haven't had the opportunity to get to know her well. I can tell you she's had a sheltered life despite all the media attention. Her father's been the most important man in whatever town she lived in since she was in kindergarten, and has been a national politician since she was in elementary school. Growing up with bodyguards and having to behave for the media will change anyone - particularly when one's home life tends to be insular. I think the First Lady would have preferred to homeschool the girls through the Salvation Army the way she was, but the President preferred that they be educated privately."

"Oh honey, you say the sweetest things," said Anna, pulling a file from her sleeve and beginning to whittle at her nails. "Some people I know would say I belong in orange. Imagine that!" She grinned, then said, more seriously, "Anyway, I'm here on a matter'a business. You've been in this town what, fifteen years now? You gotta know some things." She glanced up at Caroline. "I was born here but this town's gone a long way without me. I'm lookin' to get an ear on the street. I can pay you for it - honest dollars, too." The truth was she had no idea what kind of person Caroline Cruz was, Anna reflected. The fact that neither the Human Rocket nor his protege had turned to crime, real crime, once they'd gotten out of the slammer wasn't anything she'd understood at all. She'd gone straight because her boy and her grandbabies needed a grandmother who wasn't on the wrong side of the law. What was Caroline's story?

"Hm. I had heard of your efforts." It was hard to tell her thoughts on her daughter acting as a superhero. "I am pleased to know you are free of Sin, child." She called it Zui, the original translation of the Sin patriarch's most common name. "I approve of what you have done." She folded her hands before her and studied Tsunami with a look that wasn't unfriendly but was certainly distant - this was perhaps the look Murjana would give the deserving winner of a local talent competition. Behind her armor, Monsoon hesitated before saying, "...perhaps we should continue this conversation later. I'm sure my sister had an early morning, and Giang has been teleported across the Earth this morning." - In the receiving room, the Emir was full of questions for the two siblings, all boisterous cheer and smiles as he moved from one to the other with the energy of a predator making a leap. "Ah! I love your garb, my lady!" he said with a smile as he studied the White Lioness. "I have been cloistered in my lands too long - I had no idea this was the latest fashion in my elder brother's court!"

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Spring 2018 A Saturday evening Anna appeared in Jette's office, sitting in the office chair directly in front of the latter's desk. She was smirking, her legs crossed demurely before her, and wearing an orange tracksuit like someone who'd gone jogging in a Bedlam winter. "Hey, Rocket Shorts! Remember me?" There was only one person who had ever called Jette Rocket Shorts, even though she'd heard almost nothing of that worthy since she'd gone to jail - three years _after_ Jette herself had gone behind bars. Anna Cline was a good twenty-five years her senior, closer to her late partner's age than her own, but the smile lines were thin enough and the blonde hair real enough that it was clear she didn't look her age; if anything, she looked Jette's age or a few years younger.

Murjana led her daughter and sister through the corridors of the Emir's palace - and then down steep stone steps to an underground river; an artificial channel that carried the sheer power of the river outside through a passageway so narrow that it roared like a waterfall. With the channel behind her, Murjana turned to face Tsunami. Over the sound of the water, all three women had to raise their voices just a little. Her voice was slow, halting, and deliberate, the accent in her Mandarin strong. "My sister tells me you have not come to spill my blood, child," she said, her face impassive as she looked Giang in the eye. "I am pleased. Your break with your father is complete?"

Steve was not having a good day. "Yes, I agree," he was saying, with perhaps more force than usual. "It is absolutely imperative that we do everything we can to prevent another Terminus invasion." He was staring at the man with the "9/11 Was A Inside Job" ballcap with a sinking heart, heedless of the snow piling up on his bald head. "And it is entirely possible that entropic mutants are being used as pawns by the forces of the Terminus in order to infiltrate this world." After all, that had happened before, on countless worlds besides this one. "But do you have any evidence?" he said, pointing to the television still playing a DVD he judged to have been produced on a home electronics set. "This is not evidence." "I'm just asking questions, man," said Ballcap, folding his arms and giving Steve a suspicious look. "You some kind of T-Baby lover?" Steve stared at the man, considering his responses, and said, "No." Ballcap did not keep speaking. "We have to _do_ something," repeated the Ballcap's red-faced female partner for the fourth time in as many minutes. "They're going to take us over and destroy us! Sending them back to the Terminus is the only safe solution!" "That is not a safe solution at all!" said the former Omegadrone, raising his voice again more than he usually did with civilians. "Beyond questions of guilt or innocence, increasing the size of the armies of the Terminus will only speed the entropic death of the multiverse and the prosecution of the Omnicide!" People were beginning to stare at the big man raising his voice; but on the other hand, given the volume coming from others, he wasn't the only shouter. With a disgusted look on his face, he turned and walked away.

Some thoughts - Atlantis probably has a long history. You should feel free to say "Well fashions/architecture/culture changes in 1000 years (or however long we decide it lasted), so it's OK if it's not exactly the same as some previous PC's style. If you do want to make things compatible with what we've seen from other PCs, I'd say that in Demosthenes's absence, some cruel tyrant took over in his place and led the people into the barbarism that prompted the nation's fall. (That way there's less reason to worry about the PC that helped destroy Atlantis in the past!) The concept makes sense to me. There definitely will be some in-game controversy with his origins but that seems all to the good.

Possible interest - let me know!

"It is no interruption!" suddenly boomed Mamba from his throne, all smiles as he waved to the new arrivals with a jovial lord's disposition. "Sister of my lady wife and queen of Socotra hereafter, and honored guest. You are welcome here in the Crocodile Kingdom as long as you wish. Have you had the pleasure of meeting the heirs to my elder brother's throne-" (not true biologically, but true by kin by what they had just sworn) "What brings you to our lands?" "I greet the Red Lynx and the White Lioness, prince and queen hereafter. I come on family business, Crocodile Emir - the family of mine and your lady wife's." said Monsoon. From beside the emir, said lady wife was staring at Tsunami. Murjana was considerably paler than most Dakanans, her head wrapped in a ribbon of white fabric as she folded her hands demurely before her. When she spoke, it was in the Arabic she'd learned from her mother. The sisters exchanged words, one's face implacable, the other hidden behind a mask - before the latter gestured towards Tsunami. Murjana stared at her daughter and made a gesture towards the doors behind her, speaking now in heavily-accented Mandarin, heedless of the crocodile-skinned guards on either side. "Come. Away from these others." As they spoke, the smiling Emir watched them before turning to his royal guests. "Come, son and daughter of a king! Let us commemorate the greatness of this day."