Avenger Assembled

Citizen is my only EC character - so he's the one I'd be using.

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Sea Devil was philosophical, sitting by herself with the strange posture of the long-limbed, shoulders hunched forward as she traced eldritch patterns on the van floor with her armored feet. "We go into battle against a ssstrange foe, to free creaturesss like none on this Earth." When she spoke quietly, her voice was a sibilant hiss as translated by the voder in her armor, rather different than the booming bellow of when she was agitated. "One to sssing to the young beneath the light of the Moon." Closing her eyes beneath the armor, she half-listened to the others as they made their final preparations, listening to the vibrations their words caused against the tough star-metal of the armor. "Let usss go and do what we mussst. We ssshould ride," she suggested, "that we might not be sssseeen."

Sea Devil didn't bother with stealth - not when the righteous blessings of Dagon and Hydra were with her. There was sound strategy behind her actions too - the louder and more threatening she was, the more likely the criminals were to pay attention to her and not their task. She crashed through one of the windows, tridents blazing with the power of the stars, her armor glowing with the burning energy of her fury. She did again what she'd done in the firehouse, stamping her feet and bellowing a challenge. "RUN-tun-tun-TUN-run-tun-tun-TUN!" She smacked her tridents together as she stalked into the hall, her voice a booming electronic bellow against the hissing sizzle of the bisecting energies. "I have come among you!" she called challengingly, keeping an eye out everywhere for her foes, and just barely remembering to translate her words for the benefit of Surfacer ears. How many of them spoke the tongue of the gods? They seemed like the sort who had learned all they knew of their spells from Surfacer pornography. "Who will come and be tested - in the name of the Gods Below?"

Going to get an OOC post up to save time - Woodsman will use his bomb arrow on the dogs - that's Blast 10 (Area: Burst).

"I was fourteen, just finishing middle school, and I wanted to have powers so badly I could taste it." Mark smiled a little. "My dad was...attached to the old Freedom League, the one in the 60s and 70s, so I grew up hearing about superheroes and how wonderful they were, and about how he hoped I'd get powers too so I could get a costume and a code-name. My powers first popped up when I was doing telekinesis tests, actually - they figured out I could make dice and coins land how they wanted so they thought I had to be moving them with my mind. But it didn't really work that way, it was just...luck." Mark shrugged. "I took the name Edge because I made 100 coins land that way when we were flipping them. My mom still thinks it sounds too dangerous, like I'm gonna develop knife powers. My other powers came along as I practiced with the luck more." He was sketching as he talked, focusing in on Quantum Shift with pencil over his pad.

"Hey Joe! Come in, come in!" As usual when Joe came to Mark and Nina's house, it was Mark in the kitchen - broiling a rich frittata that filled the air with the smell of spices. "Put it over there on the counter," he said, gesturing with his spatula. "This is almost done. We should have a real feast once everyone's here." "Joe, hello," said Nina, just stepping out of the downstairs bathroom at Joe's arrival. "I'm so glad you could make it, I-" She stepped inside the kitchen and wrinkled her nose, the scent of herb and walnut fritatta mixing with the smell of uncovered cheese and sausage, and gripped Mark's arm for just a moment. "I'm, ah, going to lie down on the couch for a moment," she said, hastily stepping back and out of the room. "Excuse me." She shot Mark a significant glance as she went. Mark hastily bent down, retrieving his fritatta from the boiler, and set it on the counter. Two minutes were almost certainly long enough. "So, uh, how have you been?"

As Talya and Buffy squared off to what seemed a likely conclusion, Steve rose to his feet and politely excused himself, heading backwards and out to the kitchen. He entered the room, his footfalls heavy as he walked around the table to the microwave. He said little as the others spoke save to return their greetings with a grunt, putting popcorn in the machine, silent as the pops grew slowly, then faster, a calvacade of tiny explosions. He filled a bowl, drizzled it with the particularly fiery red sauce that had been one of his few additions to the Interceptors' larder, and then took a seat at the table. Popping a few of the ruptured kernels into his mouth, he watched the conversation play out around him. He had a few things to say - but it wasn't his place to speak.

Sea Devil crashed to Earth alongside the red Surfacer vehicles - armor powered up and green tridents glowing brightly in her hands. The weakness of Surfacer flesh on her mind, she hissed and leaped from truck to truck in a single bound, driving her tridents deep into the firetruck's engines and swinging them back and forth, super-charged plasma cutting through steel and aluminum like nothing at all. Watching it was like watching a hunter at work, fast and deadly, killing great beasts as if stabbing them through the brain. By the time she leaped off the second truck, landing next to Temperance, oil and other fluids were gushing from the now-thoroughly disabled vehicles. "THEY WERE STOLEN!" Aquaria bellowed at the startled crowd in a bass electronic thunder produced by a gigantic throat and her digital voder, the lie coming more readily than the truth. "WHERE ARE THE FALSE ONES?" She had restrained her feelings of murder but the knowledge that the murderous blasphemers lay close burned deep within her powerful heart. "THEY HAVE COME TO MURDER YOUR SOULS!"

Lady Horus: 35 Scion of Set: 25 Six Smaller Scions of Set: 21 Stronghold: 14 Judex: 6 Lena: 0

Go go, Quinn!

January 20, 2017 Port Regal "It's beautiful," said Mark, peering at the image Nina had found. "I love the lacework on the veil - and you've always looked good in white." Perhaps white wasn't the traditional color under the circumstances - but when he'd mentioned that the other day Nina had not been terribly happy with him. "I'll take you over as soon as we're done talking to everyone." Sitting next to his fiancee on their living room couch, he tried to keep his stomach from lurching with excitement as he remembered the purpose of the planned conversation. He'd kept Nina's secret because he loved her, but it had made January one of the hardest months of his life. "It's fine enough," agreed Nina, tabbing over to the page for her personal notebook.. Looking at the dresses had been Mark's idea - having found a satisfactory one, she'd already moved to the next step. "After I wear it, I can donate it to the Women's Center - Malikah's getting married this summer and she can alter it as she sees fit." The dress would do for their civic service in Freedom City in a month. For the wedding to come in Socotra's Great Mosque, when she would be her father's...overthrower, she would need something much more elaborate than this. Mark gave no sign that he followed Nina's thoughts, instead kissing her on the cheek and rising to his feet. "Okay, it's 10:30...I should start the frittata so it'll be ready when they get here." Only an hour and a half left! Mark and Nina lived in a gated seaside development - just the place for two Freedom City residents who had wanted a house and Mark headed into the kitchen. "Everything will be okay," he said aloud, stepping around the bookcase and firing up the oven. "We'll have them over, we'll feed them, we'll tell them we're getting married in February because we're going to have a baby. It'll be a surprise - but everything will be great."

"Oh, I'm not the right guy to ask about brains!" said Edge, grinning at a private joke. He'd watched, impressed, studying Quantum Shift with an artist's eye as the latter went through his various transformations. "I know some shapeshifters have an, ah, what do you call it - distributed anatomy, where all their organs and stuff are spread out through their bodies, so they can shift themselves around and not die. Is that how it works for you?" He knew that Quantum Shift wouldn't be out here in FSCH without having been thoroughly checked by League doctors. "Do you mind if I sketch you while we talk?" he asked, picking up pencil and taking out his pocket notebook as he went.

With Paige psychically probing the thugs now that their employer had finished what he had to say, Richard took the opportunity to undertake a physical search - shaking down every man for his weapons, his gear, and any further means of showing how he'd gotten here and what his intentions had been. Beyond the obvious, that is - bunch of asses. "Time was," he told the men, "I'd just have shaken you down for what's in your pockets before I kicked you into the damn bay," he told the bound thugs without a worry, "but now I don't need to go chasing around after dirty money, because I've cleaned myself up and gotten a good job. C'mon," he urged the thugs, "you guys can do better than this."

The more Harrier thought about it, the more concerned he was. Mastermind as an enemy was dire enough (something with which he'd spent much time in consultation with Miss Americana, given that her resources let her grapple with the might of the immortal's empire) but what did it mean, what did it really mean to have an Annihilist as the enemy of the Interceptors? There was none of the subversion he'd have come to expect from those he'd known - nor the sinister scheming he knew lay in store from those whose influence he'd touched in the years since his liberation. He had no doubt that he sat in the company of some of the mightiest warriors and finest leaders on this planet but he knew from dread experience that this was inadequate before the forces of the Terminus. "Food." He said out loud. "We will wager food - and a cooked meal."

Aquaria closed her eyes and snorted, shuddering in horror at the blasphemous mockery of the Coming of Dagon and Hydra. Was there anything that fire cultists couldn't destroy? Opening her eyes, she hopped back into her armor - and was vividly struck, as the steel closed around her, of the fate that worms like this would have met in the culture of her birth. The knives, and then the fire they so loved, to cut the sin from their flesh before they could be taken into the maws of Dagon and Hydra. There was a certain satisfaction to the Surface way of letting these men instead rot in a cage - but what would it mean when their corrupted souls passed beyond? Reminding herself that Surfacers such as these surely had no souls and would go nowhere after death, she grabbed their heads and knocked them together, then turned to Temperance. "Come!"

"Your path is no more sinful than your peers," said Heyzel reflectively, "and like them you have done much good. I see no reason why you cannot stay on Prime as long as you wish." As he spoke, Heyzel reached down the length of the bar and pulled over a bowl of peanuts - the vegetarian angel bypassing the bowl of Scotch eggs. He offered the peanuts to his fellows, then popped a handful into his mouth. "Your blood is a trial but trials of many sorts are faced across the Realms. Why do you think you don't belong on Prime?" he asked her, remembering lessons in speaking and soothing given by sages long past.

http://orokos.com/roll/476339 = 18. Feh!

This looks pretty great! One thing you might want to do is figure out how he works out in relationship to Safeguard, the US government NPC superpowered team. http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/guide/people-of-freedom/super-teams/project-safeguard-r117 There's no reason an actual superhero couldn't work for the government - just something to think about. APPROVED

Lady Horus goes on 35 The Scion of Set goes on 25 The six minions will all go on 21

Sea Devil goes on 6

Woodsman goes on 22

Okay, folks, initiative time!

The fight between goddess and snake-man dragged on, the two of them exchanging blows and increasingly colorful insults in a display that would have fit in just fine on the coasts but was distinctly alien in the heart of Wisconsin. But it seemed the Scion had other priorities in mind than battle. Pointing to the boarded-up shell of Bedlam's City Hall, it hissed loudly, "Sserpents! I sense fresh meat within! Go forth and make new convertsss - and feed asss you will!" At its commands, the snake-men it had summoned from the Earth charged in a body towards the wreck of City Hall, the wood planking on the double doors falling to one big swipe from the lead of the half-dozen serpent creatures. Something about that seemed to enrage Horus - and convince her that she had to abandon the scene. "Wert thou clean enough to spit upon, thy would have my wrath now! When your fell servants fall, so you too will be crushed beneath my heel!" A telepath would have heard Horus's I'm gonna make the sun shine where the sun don't shine! As the serpent-men charged inside the building, Horus flew after them, evidently not having noticed the small group of vigilantes nearby. There was still no sign of the police. With Horus gone (amid the sound of a wild melee inside the new City Hall, and the hissing shrieks of battered Serpent-Men), the Scion raised its staff and began chanting ominously, the tip crackling with electric green energy - and fired a blast that sent Stronghold smashing against the nearest brick wall with a thump. "Foolsss!" declared the Scion. "When the falssse Horusss is gone, you will be next!"

Aquaria had disappeared for a while to have a semi-audible conversation with her roommate - it seemed (from what the others had overheard) that someone named Baxter had "eaten the sardines and vomited it everywhere" but now that was done and she was back on the team making plans. "I am ready to find the Fanatic's lair," she croaked to the others, trusting the Surfacers to lead the way on this strange voyage." In her armor, she crouched by the table near Warne, her long limbs and short torso giving her a strange posture as she leaned over the steel table. "Let us begin!"