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  1. Harrier waded into the fray against the strongmen, lashing out with his pike and grabbing the leader, then spinning on his heel and smashing the big clone face-first into the concrete with great force. It was a flashy move, designed to quickly incapacitate the genetically-engineered super-soldier and intimidate his rivals. Unfortunately, perhaps because these were fresh-decanted clones and not real men, Harrier's efforts there failed. The remaining clones surrounded him and began throwing punches, augmented muscles bruising even flesh protected by Terminus steel, actually driving the Omegadrone to one knee through the sheer force of his blows. At least until a new player entered the scene - as the SWAT van rolled up on the combat, there was the terrible sound of grinding and clanking from within it, until a golem (there was no other word for it) erupted right through the windows. All sparking cables and flashing lights, it was the dashboard, the police radio, the SWAT teams' walkie-talkies, and a dozen other bits of random electronics in the general size and shape of a man. The golem entered the fray by smashing its iron fists against the back of a clone's head, sending the latter sprawling to the ground, then tripping another with a dangling cable and bouncing its head off the van's bumper. Whoever it was seemed to be on the side of the heroes.
  2. Harrier, Clone Group 3: The Fists-in-Shadow, and Car Parts, are up. Move Action: Fast Startle. DC 30 with Skill Mastery - http://orokos.com/roll/364703 Which they do manage to beat! Harrier goes ahead and hits Fists-in-Shadow. He'll All-Out Power Attack, because it's more exciting. http://orokos.com/roll/364702 = he just barely hits the Defense of the nearest one. Tou save vs 32 1 = http://orokos.com/roll/364704 15 2 = a miss! 5 of the 6 Fists are left. They will gang up on Steve, who has foolishly left himself open! They'll make a combined attack 8+3=11 14 + 8 = 22 18+8=26 1 miss 7 +8 15 http://orokos.com/roll/364708 +4 vs their damage, so that's DC 27 for Harrier http://orokos.com/roll/364711 = 24 A bruise for Harrier! Car Parts: I'll say he was already in melee range, because Gina got him moving during her turn. Move Action: Startle! DC 20 save for the Fists http://orokos.com/roll/364712 Which they make Punching: http://orokos.com/roll/364713 = wrong name for the roll, but that hits. 2 - DC 25 Tou save http://orokos.com/roll/364714 is down 3 - http://orokos.com/roll/364715 a crit! It can't make a DC 30, so it's down 4 - http://orokos.com/roll/364716 a miss! Bombshell is up as soon as I post IC.
  3. "Sure thing, cutie," said DJ E as he and his crew took to the booth, earning a quick round of applause and whistles from clubgoers who must have recognized a familiar face. As the beat dropped and the laser lights overhead began flashing, the crowd moved out onto the dance floor. Out on the dance floor, the ladies made themselves at home just as the music got started. Ted proved to be a low-key dancer, not trying to draw attention with lots of flashy moves, instead clapping his hands and keeping up with a two-step as he and Raina circled each other out on the floor. He was looking right at Raina as they danced and seemed to like what he saw, smiling with a look of great pleasure as he looked her up and down. They couldn't really talk over the sound of the thumping bass, or see more than flashes beneath the glowing green lights, but who really cared? He started moving closer, circling Raina like a sexy shark, until he'd taken up position just behind her, obviously waiting for a cue to do more. Across the way, Cathy was definitely being scrutinized by the blonde and redhead both, the latter looking at her wistfully, the former with some alarm as she kept rubbing the necklace she wore over her half-exposed bustline. The two girls didn't seem to be a couple; if anything the blonde seemed more interested in the men she was encouraging to grind on her on the floor, but they seemed to be looking out for each other - and both of them were still concerned about her.
  4. "Hey babe," said Riley, putting away his notebook as he rose to his feet. Wrapping his arm around Robin, he kissed her on the cheek. "And you guys. Looks like a real party." "Hello, everyone," said their instructor once they were all there. "I'm Sam Capote, but you can call me Relentless." She gave them a sharp, toothy grin at that. "You may know me as the first and second-year track coach, or as head of our LGBT Club." She picked up her pencil and made a few notes on the clipboard she was carrying. "You all have been picked for special training today. We'll be doing an exercise that will put your team in the place of superheroes from the past. You'll be given a tactical problem faced by members of the Freedom League, given time to come up with a response and implement it in a realistic setting, and then we'll debrief afterwards and match how well your response matches up to the historical reality." As she spoke, the ground behind was opening up and out was rising (as if that sort of thing happened every day on a high school campus), a chrome steel elevator that looked like something from a science fiction movie. "Hellbinder, or Sarah, I know this is your first time with special training. We'll be taking you down to our holographic simulator under the school to give you access to the kind of simulated reality training the Freedom League uses for their missions. There'll be a locker down there if you want to store your book," she added with a nod to her weighty text. When the elevator doors opened, Relentless turned and zipped inside, taking her place in the rear with a smile, her clipboard still in hand. "Going down!"
  5. Edge provided the transportation to the Federal Building, and reassurance to the still-tense Monsoon as they appeared in a spectacular flash of light on the building's steps. "There was no way you could have known she could have pulled out all those gadgets," he told her as they waited for the armored car with anticipation. They'd brought al-Rabadi along with him, and they were listening to radio dispatches from the car as it made its way through Freedom City traffic. "We did what we were supposed to do - we showed the bad guys that there are people out there fighting for peace, and we did it as loudly and spectacularly as possible." He nodded, adding confidently, "And when they try again, and this time they probably will, we'll be ready to stop them - and save those kids from whatever bad guy is using them for his own twisted ends."
  6. January 22, 2016 Claremont Academy In a clutch of trees near the athletics field, Woodsman was making notes. "All right, there's 'least two in th' buildin's," said Riley, pointing with his whittled-down golf pencil at the nearby campus structures. "And there's this one," he added, pointing towards the spot where they'd been told to wait for "special training." That meant the Doom Room - that meant more simulations. Thinking about the Doom Room made him remember the arrow in Dr. Metropolis' eye and the scorn of his peers that had followed, so he was spending his time thinking about more productive things. "There's gotta be at least one that leads off-campus," he said thoughtfully, chewing on one end of the pencil. "Down by the bay, when they go fishin'." He looked over at their "guest instructor" for today - the slim, brown-haired woman in the red tracksuit who had introduced herself as "Sam Capote" - and who he had recognized as the Claremont alum Relentless. "We goin' fishin?" "Easy there, soldier," she told him, giving the words more weight than other teachers at the school might have. "Everybody will be briefed at the same time." "Just tryin' to stay productiv," said Riley, standing up and adjusting the crossbow that hung across his back. Slipping into his poncho and standing beneath the trees, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, was a taste of home - but home had never been so bright, so clean, or so safe. He scratched his fingers against his chin, wondering not for the first time if that was stubble he felt there. How could he tell his teacher that he was tracking the paths used by the cannibal degenerates that lived in the Claremont Academy of his own reality? "Didn't think I was _this_ early."
  7. Okay, we'll use this build. http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/6795-aas-all-new-all-different-oddballs/#comment-184202 To speed things up, we'll say he goes on his own initiative. http://orokos.com/roll/363048 = 21! Which means he'll go after Gina and Steve. Gina is able to turn off the radio link.
  8. "The Twinkling Of An Eye" Two characters who are below PL 10 for a thread fighting super-zombies in the Goodman Building Warning - this one is probably tough on sensitive souls.
  9. Okay: Upstairs - Farida: http://www.atomicthinktank.com/viewtopic.php?p=484908#p484908 Init: 9 Monsoon: 15 Monsoon is going to try a Fast Acrobatic Bluff on her brother, then she'll Noahic him. Move Action: 29 Standard Action: She'll Power Attack for +5 21 hits Farida: Tou vs DC 26 http://orokos.com/roll/362509 = 18, bruised and dazed! Downstairs - OK, is Midnight going in the ducts, down the elevator shaft, or taking the stairs? All look equally safe (or unsafe) from the level above where he knows all the guards are
  10. There are no summoned monsters here - but the spirits of the land themselves have been unwholesomely twisted and warped. Eliza can see how wretched things are growing out of the ground along with the grass, how the apple tree in the middle of the compound is riddled with unwholesome putrescence on the spiritual level, how something has been seeping into the earth here for quite some time. Eliza's seen some pretty bad things - this is no legendary site of destruction and decay and spiritual foulness. But if the cult is not stopped - it will become one, and soon.
  11. :"The rites were done fairly and well - and the child born here by the ancient custom, just as young Osla was." Heimdall nodded toward the maiden archer, whose cheeks colored at what was evidently a comparison she despised. "They never...told you the tale?" With a look at Bombshell, Frost kept the amusement out of his voice by sheer force of will. After all, unlike the rest of her kind, Thrude had been nothing but helpful that day. "Porheps we should adjourn to some area where all Asgard cannot see, eh?" With a look of distaste on his divine features, perhaps at having to agree with the hated Comrade Frost, Heimdall agreed - signalling Osla Jonsdottir to join their little trio as escort. "I will send word to the Valkyries to expect your coming. All of you." Of course, the Norse gods were not typically ones for private conversation - they wound up conversing on the streets of Asgard itself, walking their way towards one of the barracks used by the Valkyries between their deployments. This was familiar territory for Dimitri, though not on such friendly terms - several of the passing godlings shot him a hard look, or even reached for a weapon, before the sight of Thrude and Osla told them they didn't need to worry. "<I hope they throw you to Hel by the->" As a bearded warrior made a rude gesture at Frost's expense before stalking off and away, Dimitri nodded. "Ah! They must think me to be slain by you, Lady Thrude. What a charming notion." "Ragnarok?" inquired Osla pointedly, evidently meaning something other than the end of the worlds as she glared at Frost. "Ah yes!" said Frost. He put his hands in his parka pockets before saying reflectively, "Dr. Greta Göessler, I knew her in days of Great Patriotic War. She was a..." he looked at Osla, then laughed nervously. "Hah-hah, nothing your lovely mother would want me to say before your ears, young one. In any event, she was Kantor's personal physician - and more besides. As war came, and Kantor fled like the zek he was, he sought to give his woman power to match his own. So he did the Ritual of the Twenty-Seven, you know the one, with the blood and the defilement, and she became a Chooser of the Slain." "But it was too late," said Osla,, a sneer in her voice. "The fool had done his rites after Heimdall sealed the Rainbow Bridge. His woman was now a child of Asgard - so here she came."
  12. The situation in the kitchen, from what Steve could hear, was growing more and more dire. He knew that the emotional stakes for Gina in there were high, for all his confidence that she could rally and handle herself. He was confident that Erik, a man who always seemed to be able to talk his way out of any situation, would be able to reassure Miss Americana that there was no animosity between them. Well. Mostly confident. "Yes, hello, Elizabeth and Christopher," he said, craning his neck so he could watch the affray in the other room. "I brought Miss Americana as well. I have rarely socialized with the Interceptors in this way," he admitted. Trying to make small talk, though not really paying attention, he said, "Are you well?" he asked Liz, having been aware of her pregnancy longer than most of the rest of the people in the apartment. "Are there any...mutations?" he asked distractedly, thinking back to the last conversation he'd had about possible children. Rising to his feet, he rose to the kitchen door, looming behind Erik and accidentally trapping him there. In a grave tone, he inquired, "Do any of you need assistance here?"
  13. Caradoc drove his blade deeper, twisting it in the wound he'd made. Black energies suffused the creature more deeply now, straining worms of shrieking black entropy that wriggled and writhed through half-there flesh, growing and warping together in a hideous, rapid transformation that saw the creature finally not explode but vanish - glowing a single, terrible, impossible shade of black as unholy energies outlined its every inch, replacing the matter and energy that made up its body like a horrible parody of fossilization. When the beast was finally gone, Caradoc pulled his blade free and it disappeared, leaving behind only an unpleasant-looking burn mark on the floor below. As the beast vanished, Caradoc stepped back, his blade still out, as if waiting for another attack from some hidden, unknowable source.
  14. "Got it," said Riley, answering Robin's question by pulling out first his K-Bar knife - then his sterile wipes. Back home, he'd have insisted they find someone trained in the medical arts for this, but he was familiar enough with Robin's tough anatomy to know she wasn't as vulnerable as the other girls. "Put your hand flat on the brick," he suggested, "so you don't crush it." Knife in hand, he hesitated a bare moment before cutting into Robin's flesh, giving Kingsnake time to make his counteroffer, and for the words Kingsnake was saying to sink in. "Which asshole was that?" he hissed, even now not raising his voice as Kingsnake weighed in on the motivations of the people below.
  15. Reaching the home ground of The Church of the Precious Blood Of The Lamb That Will One Day Cleanse The World Of The Fallen (aka the Blood Cult) required a flight from Atlantic City to the tiny municipal airport near Presque Isle in the extreme north of Maine, its runway so small it could barely accommodate Blue Fox's private jet. Once there, the heroes wound up traveling through the warm, clutching confines of one of Tarva's shadow gates (because it was faster than walking or flying) out to the Blood Cult's compound in the North Woods. Tarva's gateway deposited them on a logging road near the complex, Four's description of the area proving reasonably accurate. Tarva had been tense and quiet on the plane, meditating cross-legged by herself near the rear of the jet, and now stuck close to Kimber as they approached their destination, her black dress strangely not catching on the trees as they went. By now it was evening, not long after sunset, a cold night in the far northern woods, the wind seeming to come from Thunder Bay itself as it rustled through the pine woods. This was usually logging country, but the immediate area looked to have gone untouched for at least a generation - for all that the forest itself seemed a little too dark and a little too alien for them. The cult's compound, a converted farm, was strange to look at in the dim light of evening. With the high pine trees rising on either side, no sound of cars or trucks in the distance, and the sky overhead dappled with stars, the wooden buildings of the farm might have come from a century in the past. The barbed wire around the square lot, glowing electric lights, and rusty barbed wire fences adorned with No Trespassing signs were obviously of a more recent vintage. Five guards were just visible from where the heroes watched from the woods - one at each corner of the lot, and another at the gate. Lights were on in the buildings, and there were signs of activity happening everywhere.
  16. "Yeah, well, you should have heard me in space," said Sharl, putting one hand in his pocket as he watched the hovering Kimber. "When I first got out into the Republic, I kept getting mad when people thought I was a Terran. I was wondering if it was stamped on my forehead or what." He grinned ruefully. "It wasn't till about the time Eliza and I were beating the Communion that I realized I am a Terran - and a Lor, too. Being one doesn't cancel out the other." "Like how I can be Swedish and a cyborg," offered Eira cheerfully. "I do like sneaking around," she told Kimber. "But I love being strong! I can already lift a motorcycle with one hand, and when I have my adult body, Miss Americana says I will be as strong as Lady Liberty - and twice as fast!"
  17. "We have an apartment in Switzerland too," said Mark with a little shrug, not sounding terribly impressed at his own real estate holdings . "We go there most of the time when I'm not in Freedom or working. But Nina'd been talking to me for a while about getting a new place, and we decided now was the time." "Because I told him I wasn't going to live in his bachelor pad, not when his friends live in mansions. I love this man," said Nina with affection as she patted Mark's hand, "but it took me years to get him to use his powers for his own benefit. The man can make gold out of the air!" "It's true, I can," said Mark with a little shrug. "But you can't eat gold, or drop it on bad guys, and you can't give it away in humanitarian situations, not without wrecking the economy, so I don't use it that much. But I made enough that, with stuff from my mom, we could sell it and get a place. Joe's place is pretty nice," Mark offered. "He's got a good pad."
  18. Outside, Daphne was confronted by the face of a very elderly-looking human, a white-haired old male with rosy cheeks. His brown sweater-vest and brown slacks hung loosely on his shrunken frame, perhaps clothes he had owned when he was younger. When she opened the door to greet him, he looked at her in confusion, his hand on top of his thick shock of completely white hair. "Holly, is that you? You're so tall!" He reached over and suddenly poked her face, then shook his head. "No, that can't be you. Are you Will from the girl dimension?" Behind her, with the phone call finished, Richard had gotten up to see who was at the door. At the sight of the old man at the door, Paige felt his sudden alarm a moment before his voice rang out in shock, suspicion, and not a little worry. "Dad?!" Holly looked nervous, glancing from her parents to her grandmother, who was on her feet too in a flash - she'd only visited Bryant Haliday a few times on Grandparents Day and her birthday, usually in the company of her big brother. Seeing him outside the Asylum was a first - and she knew enough about her grandfather's condition to know it might not be a good thing.
  19. There are loved ones in the glory, Whose dear forms you often miss; When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss? Refrain: Will the great seal be unbroken Oh ah me, oh ah me?— Is a better home awaiting In the sea, in the sea? In the joyous days of childhood, Oft they told of fierce love, Pointed to the dying Surface; Now you dwell with them above. You remember songs of Dagon Which you sang with childish voice, Do you love the hymns they taught you, Or will the Surface be your choice? You can picture happy gath’rings ’Round the great seal long ago, And you think of tearful partings, When you left them there below. One by one their seats were emptied, One by one they went away; Here the great seal has been broken— Will it be complete one day?
  20. All right, Giz, are you sticking with Skill Mastery re: Stealth? And what's your current Gadget allocation?
  21. Mægtig Liga - 2030 The Nordic superteam of the future! Doavttir Ihttin [Casting Note: Lance Henriksen, circa The Right Stuff] Ole Thomasson, a tall, green-eyed man with brown hair, has a complicated relationship with his people. Born to a traditional Sami family living in the extreme north of Norway, he grew up resenting the way his people (as he saw it) had clung to ancient traditions at the expense of modernity. Determined to escape the confines of superstitution and embarassed by "prostituting our heritage to tourists," he worked his way through technical school and college before a successful patent of a portable electromagnetic energy source made him one of the wealthiest men in Norway. When the Midgard Crisis of '27 hit, he was Doctor Impossible, host of a popular Scandanavian popular science show - and a major target for the anti-technology extra-dimensional invasion. Wielding body armor, jet boots, and a multiphasic laser gun of his own creation, Thomasson used his scientific know-how to defeat the force sent to kill him - and to help rally the nascent Mægtig Liga against the forces of tyranny! In the last few years, Thomasson has gained a more comfortable relationship with his people's heritage and will sometimes (when he and Seiðman are arguing) make a cutting remark or two about how the ancient _Sami_ deities have never threatened Scandanavia the way the ancient Norse and Finns have. He is the owner of the team's base, a small artificial island in the Øresund strait between Denmark and Sweden. Eldfjall [Casting Note: "Thor" Björnsson in a rock monster suit, playing Thor] By the standards of his own people, the ten-foot-tall, obsidian-bodied Eldfjall is a strikingly beautiful, charismatic young male who could easily make his own way in the world. But Eldfjall (Volcano) has always had a wanderlust in his heart - it was always he who dug the deepest to find new resources for his home community, and always he who climbed the highest to spy on the soft-bodied beings who lived above the roof of the world. When he came of age, he decided to head up there to seek his fortune rather than remain below - emerging from Iceland's Eyjafjallajökull volcano in the middle of the Midgard Crisis of '27! Fighting off hordes of Dark Elves laying waste to the peaceful people of Iceland, Eldfjall was acclaimed as a true hero of the people! But gradually Eldfjall began to feel uncomfortable in his adopted homeland - as happy as he'd been to learn the language and eat the food, not to mention be adopted as the favorite uncle of the nation's schoolchildren, his cheerful love of violence didn't fit in with the peaceful people of Iceland, and his efforts to find a suitable mate were unlikely to be successful in a country with such a low superhuman population. When Stålkvinna approached him about joining the Liga, he leaped at the chance - so high he left a small crater in the ground beneath. He loves his team and considers them a new family - and hopes to one day woo Stålkvinna, if he can prove himself a mighty enough warrior for her. Kryžiuotis [Casting Note: New Hope-era Mark Hamill with a buzzcut] One of the most powerful psions born in the 1920s, the tall, blonde-haired Alfred Domschiet grew up in a deeply religious Catholic family proud of their Prussian heritage despite being surrounded by Lithuanian 'invaders'. Young and impressionable, Alfred modeled himself on the Teutonic Knights of old who had brought 'civilization' to the Baltic, using his powers to weed out sinners in his neighborhood of Klaipedia and training himself to fight with a blade and armor which his powers made able to cut through steel and repel bullets, respectively. He was eighteen when Nazi Germany invaded Klaipedia - and though Hitler's gutter brutality sickened him, he gladly volunteered for the Ubersoldaten when approached by a young Wilhelm Kantor. Why not liberate all the Germans of the Soviet Union, too? Domschiet's willful blindness lasted only a few weeks on the Eastern Front. As the armored knight Ritter, he was an honorable soldier fighting in a war nothing like his youthful dreams of glory - and it was clear, from the wash of psychic horrors all around him, that his own side was not the side of heroes. When he approached Wilhelm Kantor with his reservations, his former mentor sneered and cast a spell that froze the young man in his armor. The 'statue' of Ritter wound up in museums, first in German Lithuania, then the Lithuanian SSR, then finally the Republic of Lithuania. Freed as magical shockwaves rocked the Baltic Sea during the Midgard Crisis of '27, Domschiet resisted an attempt at corruption by the invading forces of the Nine Realms to side with the new Mægtig Liga. Taking the name Crusader from the language of Lithuania, He has vowed that he win redemption for the sins of his younger, more ignorant days - and to never again be the instrument of evil. Puolustaja IV [Casting Note: Kadijah Ali as Batman] Short, stocky, with short black hair and piercing brown eyes, Finland's Puolustaja (Defender) IV is a grim, silent figure at home in the urban jungles of Scandanavia as much as she is its vast forests and mighty mountains. Her great-grandfather Puolustaja I was the first to take up the familiar sniper's suit and rifle during the Winter War of 1940 and the Continuation War of 1941-1944, where he defended his homeland from Soviet invaders before his death at the hands of the People's Heroes in 1945. Her grandfather (1965-1993) and mother (1993-2015) both later took up the legacy, both like their ancestor giving their lives in defense of their nation. Puolustaja IV, Cambara Nandor, is of mixed Somali-Finnish ancestry, her father having arrived in the country as a refugee from the Somali Civil War of the early 1990s (and met her mother while the latter was breaking up an anti-immigrant mob in Helsinki). She has a fair reputation as something of a dour fatalist, as befits someone whose legacy has so often come with death. She fights crime in a stealthy, color-changing 'snow suit' and uses a high-tech rifle. Preferring to strike from a distance, she generally stuns her targets from afar with focused electrical blasts before leaving behind her name scrawled on a nearby wall. Indeed, she was half-thought an urban legend until the Midgard Crisis of '27, when she famously faced down the Nine Diseases of Lovitar with nothing but her great-grandfather's old service rifle. Ratatoskr [Casting Note: Jamie Alexander playing Quicksilver] During the Midgard Crisis of '27, a short, lithe young woman with a curly brown tail, sharp bone claws in her knuckles, and the power to run faster than a fighter jet made her debut saving the Prime Minister of Denmark from a bow-wielding Light Elf assasin. Fast on her feet and fast-talking to boot, the trash-talking young speedster made quite an impression on the general public and her fellow heroes - especially once they tracked her down to her home in one of Copenhagen's trendiest neighborhoods and found that she was in fact Ratatoskr, the squirrel-messenger of Norse mythology! Tired of her role in the forever war between the gods of the Nine Realms, she had traded immortality for a human existence, abandoning much of the might that had once let her gnaw at reality itself in return for the freedom to be her own person. Ratatoskr is the adrenaline junkie of the team, a devotee of extreme sports, fast living, beautiful men and women alike, and other quick-paced activities designed to push her mortal (albeit empowered) flesh to the very limit. She exasperates the very serious Puolustaja IV, who she thinks really needs to lighten up, and frustrates Seiðman with her light-hearted take on the deities he worships. But she's brave and has a good heart, and an eternity of carrying messenges between warring gods and giants has given her a strong interest in fighting for the little guy. She knows much, much more about magic and history than she admits, but prefers to project an image of the gossip-loving, party-crazy speed freak whenever possible. Seiðman [Casting Note: Adam Driver, but he smiles from time to time] Tall and beak-nosed, with thick black hair and blue eyes (he sometimes will wear an eyepatch when using his augury abilities), Odin Thorsson (aka Seiðman) is sometimes a hard man to like. Raised among Asatru neo-pagans on the island of Svalbard, at the age of eighteen Thorrson was bodily transported to Asgard where Odin and Freyja informed him that he had been chosen to teach the true way of Seidr to the people of Scandanavia! When he returned to Earth one year later, he found that he did indeed have the power to change fate by weaving strings between his fingers...but that his new gift came with a price. His parents and extended family were all believers, true, but it turned out their devotion to the ancient gods really _had_ been more about a chance to escape from modern society, live independently, and drink mead rather than a real embrace of their teachings. When he left the commune where he'd grown up for nearby Trondheim, he found himself used as a weapon by white supremacist Wotanists who nearly manipulated him into destroying an immigrant neighborhood. Realizing what they were almost too late, Seiðman fled the Wotanists (and remains their most bitter foe), joining the Mægtig Liga a few years ago during the Midgard Crisis of '27. Though he prefers to show his faith by deeds, not words, he sometimes has a strained relationship with teammates who see his gods as just more extradimensional creatures rather than divine beings in their own right. His sheltered upbringing has also led to some embarrassing moments, like his conviction that of course a Sami like Doavttir Ihttin would be close to the spirits of nature. His runic gateway spells provide mobility and mass transit for team members who cannot break the sound barrier like Stålkvinna and Ratatoskr. Stålkvinna [Casting Note: Uma Thurman, circa Mad Dog and Glory, with Elsa from Frozen's haircut] A tall platinum blonde with a build like a Viking warrior goddess, Stålkvinna (Steel Woman) is also a veteran heroine (despite her age), beloved champion of the people, and one of the most powerful people in Europe. In her civilian identity as Baroness Eira Katastroff, she's one of the most beloved members of Sweden's shrinking aristocracy, a champion of the people who has spoke up on behalf of immigrants, workers, and is a notable defender of the interests of Sweden's growing AI population. She's a cheerful, hale-fellow-well-met type as ready to lead a team into battle as she is to join a bus full of tourists in singing the Swedish national anthem. As Stålkvinna, she is instantly recognizable in her blue and yellow cape and bodysuit. The sort of hero who will talk down a suicide before zooming off to catch a plane falling out of the sky, she is one of the most popular heroes in Scandanavia despite her relative youth. The general public is well aware that Stålkvinna is a robot and her hero work has helped Sweden adopt some of the most generous pro-AI laws in the European Union - her secret having been exposed during the Midgard Crisis of '27 when Fenrir's fangs tore the simulated flesh from her face and torso during a fierce battle on the streets of Stockholm. She is physically the strongest and toughest of the team - and in fact is the strongest hero regularly active in continental Europe in 2030.
  22. "I am Ackweerea In-His-Mouth," said Aquaria, sitting back on her haunches in response to Bliss's words. Stripped of her clothing and on all fours, her long legs folded up beneath her and arms and three-fingered hands spread wide, she looked far more like the Deep One she was than the Surfacer she acted like most of the time. "My people know much of fleeing. Those who sired me are gone. Those I swam with are gone. The young I spawned are...gone from me." The latter might have sounded devastating from a mammal, but Bliss knew enough egg-laying species to know that the bond between sire and young was rather different among amphibians and their sort. For her part, Aquaria padded up onto the wall, bringing her face up to eye-level with Jessie, then looked at Bliss. "I swam too high, and brought my friend with me. Just let us go home and take your reward, and you need never hear from us again." "I am OK, Jessie," Aquaria croaked. "Just tired. I miss being able to sleep in water," she admitted, "The suit is not the same. Are you all right?" she asked, looking Jessie up and down with her big eyes. "Are you safe here?"
  23. Wretched child! How dare she make a mockery of Monsoon! The thoughts helped Nina blow off steam, if nothing else. Taking a chance, she darted forward through the smoke cloud and actually burst through the doors, pushing her own body mass through the door to make it spin open. Only to find herself floating above a sidewalk and parking lot full of fleeing civilians, any number of which could have been the assassin. That was a child, she thought, her mental voice sick, given the opportunity to reason when her hunting mood was off. Who would send a child to do killing work? Down below, as the smoke cloud faded, Edge joined Monsoon, though on the ground rather than in the air. He didn't bother asking if Monsoon had caught the assassin - if she had, Nina would be dangling the would-be killer in the air like a fish. "I've got the building held up," he called to her, "but there may be more bombs in there. I'm going to go ahead and try and get Zhang to where she's going, if you can help them clean up in there." Muttering a curse, Monsoon landed on the sidewalk next to Mark. "Did you see that? That was a child!" she declared, anger simmering in her voice. "I tell you this truly, I admire this woman Zhang for the depravity of the enemies she had made."
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