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pc Savant (PL 8/14) - Angrydurf
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pc Sofía Orellana (PL 8/PL 12) - Alderwitch
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Crazy pills indeed! Okay, well, if it's already allowed, no point in holding you up. APPROVED -
Dimitri glanced at Talya, then at Erik, and Talya could practically see the calculation on his face from long experience. "Of course, of course." He shook his head and focused on Ace, waiting until Hyrm and Nagflar had left them all alone again on the rocky beach before he spoke. He would let Talya speak of pregnancy and romance later. "Danger, is your father." He did not insult Ace by giving him the details - or assuming Ace would not be able to guess the magnitude of the situation. "Come come, I will call car, we will see him," he said, brooking no arguments as he turned and marched away from the beach, reaching into his pocket to pull out his well-insulated personal cellphone.
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Dimitri's brows furrowed - and he considered a sharp response before remembering the nearby presence of Leilani and Bonfire - a fellow he did not recognize but who obviously had superpowers. Harsh words with so many witnesses present would only be a trouble for him later if people asked why a Freedom League member was speaking so poorly to some harmless street anarchist; and Leilani would probably be offended. Or worse, think him an old man. "Why don't you show us your troubles, child?" he suggested diplomatically. "Pause a moment and speak with young people," he said, turning and heading inside the cafe. "Must go use fancy Freedom League expense account to cover damages!" Inside the cafe, he headed straight for the fellow who he had recognized as the general manager, ready to dictate terms with the skinny young man with the goatee.
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It seems weird, but not impossible, that a character that dumb could still be using all the weapons and such.
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pc Sofía Orellana (PL 8/PL 12) - Alderwitch
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Mm. Shouldn't powers with the training descriptor have the Innate PF? Or have I taken crazy pills? -
pc Savant (PL 8/14) - Angrydurf
Avenger Assembled replied to angrydurf's topic in Archived Characters
Okay, this looks pretty good. You need to post the stats for his club, clean up the math in his tradeoffs, and we're in good shape. Nice to see a smart person who isn't an inventor. -
"Hello, beings!" Comrade Frost was decidedly out of uniform in a black and yellow Hawaiian-print shirt, giant Panama hat, and floppy sandals. Walking over the dune and past the privacy wall, he waved with his free hand, the other easily holding a large plastic cooler against his torso. "I did not know what to bring, so is various liquors of various flavors inside!" By the time he reached the fireside, the cooler was practically frozen over. "Kimber, hello! You can have Tarva sample ghost liquor, eh, tell you if it has the right taste." He winked - but at the sight of Leilani, he practically lit up, beaming like the sun that had recently set. "Leilani! Look at you! How does it feel to be free woman at last?"
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"Okay, bye!" croaked Aquaria. She turned and dropped to all fours, moving with a sudden burst of speed as those powerful back legs drove her forwards like a galloping race horse. She didn't look left or right - instead she vaulted from the shoreline far out into the surf, her strong muscles plunging her forward at least seventy or eighty feet by the standards of onlookers. She reappeared a few moments later, bellowing a brief bass triumph that echoed up and down the beach. She didn't look awkward or gangly in the water, instead powerful strokes of her limbs propelling her around fast as a jetski. After a few strokes, she ducked her head and dove beneath the water, disappearing from the view of unassisted human eyes in the darkness. Baxter the dog woofed happily at Tarva's approach, leaping up on his hind legs to climb up her tall frame and give her sloppy kisses. Tarva was a dog person, and had made several visits to Jessie and Aquaria's apartment after their return from space. "Hello, Jessie, I'm so glad you made it! And you brought your great hound with you! Do you want a friend, Baxter?" Tarva was always very cheerful around Aquaria and Jessie, in fact acting a bit like Kimber herself. As she spoke, a shadowy dog emerged from her shadow and began sniffing at Baxter, who woofed excitedly again and began sniffing at this new dog with great interest. He was a calm dog - much to Aquaria and Jessie's relief.
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The swirling gateway deposited the group of heroes elsewhere - on the deck of a Norse longship that floated on a sea of stars rather than a sea of water. There was no sign of a crew on the drakkar, only a wizened old giant whose eight feet in height made him practically a dwarf among the jotunn. Dimitri immediately began an animated conversation with the elderly giant, whose rusted helm and long, bone-white mustache made him look like he'd been standing there on the deck for an age. As the vampire and giant spoke in vigorous Old Norse, with much arm-waving and gesticulating, the group was able to take a look at the structure of the empty vessel and realize that they were standing on a ship made not of wood, not of bone, but what appeared to be some organic materials pressed together with great force into the shape of planks and carved vessel parts. The sail, painted with a beautiful woman's face that was half-cast in shadow, was clearly woven out of tightly-bound hair; there was no actual paint on the hair, just multi-colored strands of fiber. Frost came back to the others with a ready smile on his face, clapping his hand together even as the ship's captain made a gesture in the air and began chanting. "Great news! Hyrm can give us ride to waters of Freedom City, no troubles!" As he spoke, the night sky around them was already beginning to fade and warp, the gradual outline of a shoreline beginning to form as out of a deep fog. "Yes, no political troubles at all, most likely. If any of you have troubles with Asgardians after this date, you just send them to Frost, eh?" He grinned as a shoreline rippled into being alongside them, looking like one of the usually empty beaches near Lonely Point, the sand there too rocky to encourage the tourists.
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Good luck, TA! We're all rooting for you.
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Richard glanced quickly up at their escorts and sighed, really missing his wife's telepathy. "These nice men are going to walk us back into Freedom - that's what the Patriots hereabouts have begun calling all the little towns in this area now that they're fighting the British. There's been a lot of fighting, so watch yourself." He hmmed, quickly turning over words and phrases in his mind. "This has happened to me lots of times, don't worry about it.We can get where we're going once these nice Christian gentlemen get us back to their homes." He frowned, then went on, "It's damned peculiar that they're worried about witches - something must have spooked 'em bad. We're about eighty years after Salem," he tugged unconsciously at his neck, remembering his youthful visit there, "and people hereabouts think that stuff is yesterday's news."
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On the other side of the portal, Comrade Frost didn't hesitate, didn't so much as bother with a curse or exclamation as he realized their situation. Instead, he pulled out a Freedom League communications unit from his parka pocket. "Hello, Fleur de Joie? Can you hear me?" He tried again, this time calling Freedom Hall, another time calling the Lighthouse. Now the League communicator went back in his parka pocket - and from the other pocket came another comm unit, bigger and bulkier, looking more like an old-fashioned cellphone than anything else. He pulled up the antenna and put to his head. "Privet, Moskva? Nam khana! Ty menya slyshish?" He held the comm unit to his ear for a long moment - then put that one away too, the air around them growing distinctly more chilly as he pulled up his parka hood.
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In a swirl of mystic energy that would have temporarily blinded any magical onlookers, Mark appeared - looking dapper in the black suit, blue shirt, and gold tie he'd been flirting with wearing when he wasn't actually out with the Liberty League. "Hey Wander, Midnight, I got your message and - Jessie! Aquaria!" He lit up with excitement at the sight of the two lost lambs, knowing how long Erin and Trevor had been searching for them. "That's great! Are you guys going to have a party?" he asked, looking excitedly from Trevor to Erin. "Because I've actually been saving up for this moment - there's cake, fireworks, some music...uh, if you guys want. Hello there," he said with a wave, finally noticing the Voidrunner crew. "I'm Edge. Nice to meet you."
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Secure on Sparkler's back, Merlin told Raina that his SOS had gotten a reply - an emergency response team was on their way, once they could get through the Doom Room defenses. That meant other students - and an instructor who was their supervisor. Woodsman took a knee and fired an arrow at the cracked glass above, the bolt easily cracking through the already-weakened protective glass. Above, Mr. Archer never wavered, the reflection in his glasses still the primary source of illumination from the perspective of the students on the floor. Riley could see where the lights inside the control room had shifted to red, a sign that Merlin's distress signal had been heard even in there. "Care to do the honors?" he asked, unsnapping the line from his bow and handing it to Robin.
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Tarva had discussed her beach costume at length with Kimber, sussing out exactly what was and what wasn't appropriate. In the end, she'd chosen to dress in the style to which she was the most comfortable around so many superheroes. With her black umbrella overhead in the hand that wasn't wrapped around Kimber, knee-length poofy black dress, black stockings, and black shoes, she looked like a Victorian lady gone bathing - albeit one in deep mourning. She took off her hat and let it blow 'away' in the wind, the shadowy garment vanishing in the breeze like a puff of smoke, her black hair now loose behind her. "Hello, Leilani," she said warmly, before giving Kimo a smile as she looked him up and down. "And hello there, nephew of Leilani's. I understand you have mastered the ocean's waves to match your aunt's command of the planet's wrath, is that right? You certainly come from fine stock! I hope we won't bore you with lots of lady talk this evening." She took his hand and shook it, her grip far stronger than even her relative size would have suggested. "-and you're sure this is good?" The minute Eve's nod confirmed what Aquaria had been asked her on the way up the other side of the hill, she immediately pulled off her baggy white T-shirt and dropped her Bermuda shorts to the ground, exposing...well, not much from a mammalian perspective. "I'll help you unpack, then Baxter and I are GOING IN THE OCEAN," Aquaria croaked proudly to Jessie as the two of them jogged down to the beach, the big brown dog she was referring to loping along with them with an adolescent dog's energy. It was the first time she'd met some of the Surfacers below, and she gave Leilani and Kimo curious looks with big gold and black eyes that bulged out of her snouted face larger than either of them had ever seen on a human-shaped being. With her clothes off, Aquaria didn't look very human at all, not with her giant eyes, mouth, and too-long limbs that bulged with thick muscles at shoulder and hip. Her neck was as thick as Kimo's arms. "Hello!" she finally croaked, not looking self-conscious at all about her undress. "I am Aquaria Innsmouth!"
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"At the coffee shop?" inquired Dimitri curiously, turning his head to study the business in question and shrugging under his parka, wondering exactly what social cause had brought the young woman out with vandalism on her mind. "Is...this one of those places where the beverage is actually weasel dung?" he asked, alarm growing in his voice. The truth was he didn't really follow coffee very closely, not being a drinker of the stuff except socially. Privately, he was beginning to wonder if a night in a holding cell might not do the young would-be radical a bit of good. If nothing else, she might learn to plan her targets a little better! "Who is we, young lady? Is it you young people with your troubles?"
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The gateway rippled open behind Dimitri, the dimensional doorway solid enough but covered in an ominous, slick-looking red sheen. It looked like a pool of blood hanging on its side in space rather than flat against the ground. Boiling to his feet in an eruption of freezing white mist, Comrade Frost declared, "Women and children first! Not so fast, Danger!" He and Ace stood, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the way between the dark reflection of Taylor Chun and their all-too-human compatriots. "Hey, lady," he declared, "if you're so fancy-schmancy, come on and have a go with two hardest men in Freedom!" He struck his hands against his chest, looking at Ace Danger for support. "Or is little girl like you afraid men will know how to keep you in line, hmm?"
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Sure, let's go ahead and do that.
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For his part, Richard was glad there was no talk of an "infernal woman and her bastard brat", or the other things he'd overheard when getting too close to the eras he and his mother had visited in his youth, back when they'd sometimes hidden from Freedom's heroes by hiding in the depths of history. Dealing with his mother in her prime was not something he needed to today. "Well, ah, if savages are on the warpath, I'd hardly want to try the walk back into the countryside again, especially at this late hour. If you gentlemen don't mind, my servant and I will just be on our way into Freedom. We are but poor traveling entertainers, not the sort of folk good Christian men like yourself need worry about." If he remembered right, the area had begun acquiring the name of Freedom City around the time of the Revolutionary War - but without a political signifier he wasn't about to mention what side they were on. "Are we close enough to the city to be there by nightfall?" he inquired, knowing that he could be in China by nightfall if he wanted - going the _other_ way.
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Richard Cline had spent less than three years of his life in a classroom - but he'd spent his childhood and adult life screwing around in the timestream. He thought fast. What the hell is going on here? As was his usual style, though, his thoughts did not appear on his face. Instead, Richard suppressed a chuckle, looking from one face to the other in the crowd. "Sirrahs, I thought you meant madmen and women who cavort beneath the Maypole under the influence of cheap spirits - I thought I might cover my servant's eyes so she need not see such tomfoolery. But if you are concerned about witches and the Devil, I do not mock your concerns," he said to the steely rider, "but I am a man of the 18th century," he said, keeping his voice diplomatic. "I had thought witchcraft and incense the work of popish priests and slovenly peasants, not men of the modern age such as yourself. Has something happened in these parts?" he asked, his tone again growing serious. "Miriam and I have had little luck these last few months, as you can see we sold our horses back in Philadelphia to pay our tavern fare. If you have troubles in these parts, we would not be a burden to you."
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"Imagine that," commented Dimitri when Klara reminisced about family, a sharp edge to his dry teasing. His parents were long since in their graves - and so were Leilani's. "Do not worry about what old people have to say, Leilani. Live your life as you will." Snapping his pocket lighter open, he lit another cigarette. "I have trained many young people in their superpowers, here and in America. You have, ah, talents beyond most. And as for family...well, contrary to what some would say, family is not of blood, though it often can be. Family is what is made, day by day and year by year, as we live our lives upon this globe. Ah, poetry, your pardon. Is just effect of the tobacco." He grinned at the two women.
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"She is very beautiful," admitted Dimitri, "and has a heart to match." He leaned against the stove and filched his lighter from his pocket, snapping it on and off as he spoke, carelessly holding the vodka in the other hand. He fell silent, getting that inward look Kimber knew well. "In a few weeks," he finally said, "when she is no longer in my care, and I am no longer a teacher propositioning their student." He seemed to take that point very seriously - or at least wasn't prepared to argue on it. "But once I do, what do I say? What do you young people like to hear from old ice monster? I may be better diplomat than I let Freedom League believe but making time with fine women is not my area of expertise."
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Woodsman dropped to one knee in the middle of the torn-up section of floor, planting the hatchet in his hands by his left knee and ducking low as the Ferals went for him. Despite their best efforts, the twin Alkahests couldn't actually reach him, the hole Robin had torn out of the floor being somewhat larger than his body. So instead, they were punching 'air' - holographic fists vanishing within a fraction of an inch of his torso. When Sparkler opened up, the firebolts distracted the Alkahests, earning her some angry roars from the illusory monsters and giving him a moment's reprieve from the pure survival. His heart was thundering in his ears and his body practically rigid with repressed emotion - so he took out his crossbow and began loading it, slowly and methodically, cranking back the shaft for maximum power. He was muttering to himself over the growls of the Alkahests and the screams of the murdered city all around them, "Gonna get in the booth and stop it. Gonna get in the booth and stop it. Gonna get in the booth and stop it."
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Fast-Forward had landed on his back - and probably pulled a muscle there. All he knew was that it hurt like Hell - and sitting up to see a bunch of Puritans staring at him certainly didn't help matters. Ah, dammit, not again! Wait, no, this is Jersey, not Boston. What the hell? Okay, I'll just have Paige wipe their minds - oh, right! Goddamit. He had been in a bad mood when the day started - things were no better shape now. Well, better not kick their asses until I know we don't have another choice. "I am Dick Cline, sir, and this is my Turkish maidservant Miriam," he said with smooth authority to the horserider. "Are...are there witches in this village, good sirs?" he demanded, his eyes widening as he looked from one face to another. "I saw no signs as we approached, did you, wench?" he asked Miras, a tone of alarm in his voice, his tone bizarrely like a suburban father who'd heard from the cops that suspicious characters were lurking in the neighborhood. "In God's name, if we can help your search, you need but speak it."