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"Yes, I can understand that's a very difficult situation," said Summers gently. "We'll do everything we can to make this transition as smooth as possible for you. Our goal here is to help you, and every other student here, settle into a life where they can learn and develop as sentient beings and as superbeings. Do you have any questions about where you can find your rooms, or what you'll be doing at the school?"
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Riley leaned close against Robin, burying his head against her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her. He didn't cry, not really, but she could hear the slow, ragged edge to his breathing as he slowly relaxed against her. When he was calm, he turned his head and kissed her, long and slow and sweet, and they both got into that for a while - taking advantage of what was left of the fall foilage in the tree for a modicum of privacy. It was still chilly, though, so everything was still on when there was a call from ground level. "Hello up there!" Down below, Peyton was looking up at them. "Would you like to talk?" She smiled slightly as Riley, with a glance at Robin, came down the tree to join her cautiously on the grass. "You know I've caught my son with girls too, but never in a tree..." She rubbed her eyes and looked at Riley, growing more serious. "Son, I'm sorry. Riley's father was not invited here - and I have told him he is not welcome unless he can make some apologies to both you and the other Riley." "Why'd he come here, anyway?" asked Riley suspiciously, crossing his arms. "Thought you weren't gonna invite him." "I didn't," said Peyton, shaking her head. "He invited himself."
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The consultant Eve sent down was a woman neither Trevor nor Erin knew - an extremely tall, strongly-built figure in a tight, low-cut black dress that nonetheless moved perfectly with her body as she took in the room and studied the mystic orb in question. She seemed tense, almost frightened - not of the Deep Ones or the magic, but of Wander and Midnight themselves! Of course, inspiring such emotions was not entirely an alien thing for either of them. She walked the corners of the room, muttering to herself, and then studied the orb with eyes that gaped a strange shade of black that nearly mirrored Trevor's costume. "This is definitely an eldritch artifact of Those Who Lie Below," commented the witch, "but there's no sign it's been used here. For something like this to be used," she said, still gesturing with the artifact in hand, shadowy mist coming from beneath her sleeve as she waved one long arm, "you would need to either crack the artifact itself open, or build a ritual chamber that just isn't here. Whatever happened to your loves, it was not magic. I'm so sorry," she apologized quickly "I promise I will do _everything_ I can to make this better."
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Riley's blood was pounding in his ears as he saw the look on Robin's face and wondered just how deep a hole he'd dug for himself here. Maybe he should have put his shot off for the first of the month. No, man, it's not like you're getting jacked up on roids - you're just - "Baby, you gotta understand, the way things are here, where everyone's running around with powers, it's not...it's not the way things are. Where I'm from." He'd been about to say natural before realizing just how that would have sounded. "Doesn't it make you at least a little nervous? Knowin' how much everyone is packin'? Speakin of...." With a water in hand for Fred, he handed off the glass, then ran his hands through his closely-shaven hair again. "Ya just drank too much, Fred. Take it easy and you'll be OK." He glared at the door, aware that Anibal, Fred, and Raina were all there too, but thanks to the booze and his own taunt emotions, the words came anyway. "I screwed it all up. They're probably all laughing now."
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"Heard about that stuff," said Woodsman. "'Sbad." The people who had tried giving themselves superpowers were a cautionary tale on his homeworld. For the survivors, anyway. "Where do we start?" Tracker and hunter that he was, Riley was no talker - he hung back and let the others do the talking as their growing trio patrolled their way through the Fens night, lurking in the shadows with his crossbow ever at the ready. Eventually, when they found the spot where the free clinic van had once been parked, Riley got down on all fours in the glare of a nearby streetlight and began a search. It wasn't nearly as easy tracking in a live city as one filled by Ferals and animals, but - "Can match it again even if they dress it up," he said, looking up from tire tracks, "shoulda brought Grim's dogs," he admitted, "smell might doda trick better'n me. Maybe we make a pattern," he suggested, "look for spots where 's turnin' up."
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This Concludes Our Broadcast Day [OOC]
Avenger Assembled replied to trollthumper's topic in Archives
Dang, you guys gotta PM me! Harrier will attack the Wrackhand in melee. He's experimenting early in the fight so no tradeoffs yet. http://orokos.com/roll/354052 = 27 OK, that's a DC 27 Tou save, +1 for each point he missed the defense by, up to +5. -
Round 2 Gina: 25 Harrier: 25 Clone 3: 15 Bombshell: 13 Clone 1: 10 Clone 2: 5 Gina is up.
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The last surviving police officer fired his weapon at Bombshell, the bullet not even coming close to the agile former cat burglar. "Strike down as many of us as you dare. We will still prevail. We are the first of many," said the clone in a flat, increasingly wavery accent, words and tonality jumping from word to word as if shifting nationality and background from moment to moment. "The time of inundation has begun!" And with that, before the heroes could react to stop him, the clone put his pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger! Outside, at the edges of the blockade, a new situation was growing - the civilians who had fled the oncoming Omegadrone were now in the hands of the police - an odd-looking bunch in clearly misshapen uniforms, and some of them misshapen too, human clones that would not have successfully passed the way the first had. As the echoes of the gunshot rippled through the blocked-off alley, one of the 'clones' put his hand to the side of a hostage's head, menacing the frightened-looking young mother with a hand that glowed red. "Heroes! You will fight us if you want these to live!"
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Riley spun on his heel, heedless of Fred and Raina standing right there, the former looking rather green. "Well what am I supposed ta do 'bouthat, huh?" Riley demanded, gesturing backwards at the room they'd hastily vacated. "Walkin' around this place fulla people who could rip my head off with their bare freakin' hands, and everyone acts like I'm a crazy psychapath because I come from a place that isn't as shiny bright as Happy Cloud Heaven?" he demanded. "It's not like demon girl's the first person to ask if I ever killed somebody, dammit!" He ran his hand over his shaved head; "I don't care what kinda place she's from, or what kinda place this is, that isn't something ya joke about at some...some drunk party."
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Riley's eyes narrowed as he looked at Phaedra, his face and posture not looking like a bootlegger's anymore - more like a predator sizing up another. Nothing to be afraid of. "Someone I knew? No." In a heartbeat after that, Riley was on his feet, the alcohol and adrenaline in his system mixing like fuel and flame. "I bet you think that's really funny, huh!? You and the god team sticking together?! You gonna ask where my dick is too?!" he spat at her feet before turning and stalking out of the room, throwing open the door (even now, without slamming it) as he glowered his way past Raina and Fred and down the hall.
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Woodsman sighted in on the man. Big bastard, isn't he? He'd shot bigger. "Who's gettin' dissected?" He didn't look up at Robin, that would have thrown off his aim, but she heard the question in his voice. "Is that what they're doin' to those people? Freakin' dissectin' em?" There was something odd in the archer's voice now that Kingsnake heard it clearly, odd beyond that throaty tone that lay between male and female registers. He'd been around the world and spoke several languages - but he'd never heard English with an accent quite like that before, the words slamming together under stress like bolts in a crossbow's magazine. "Man, why didntcha say?" he called, taking a chance and strongly fighting his instincts. "Ya lucky I didn' shootcha!"
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With his bow briefly strapped to his back for the ascent, Woodsman put his gloved hands on the fence for the ascent and heard the faint squeak of shoe leather behind him - shoe leather coming his way. A second later, muscles straining, he was up and over the fence, his feet hitting the ground with a thump. He'd automatically put the fence between himself and the man behind them, even as a voice reminded him that there was no need to hold back a horde here. When he hit the ground, he turned and went to one knee, taking cover behind a still-standing garbage can. Wouldn't stop a bullet, a'course, but the pile of bags nearby would cut his outline nicely in the darkness. He trusted Robin to take the cue from him. "Don't think I can't shoot you through a fence!" he called, contralto voice snapping in the dark with what sounded like a carefully-honed growl. "You gonna start trouble, or you gonna get outta here?"
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"Truth," said Riley without blinking, feeling pretty fearless between the alcohol and Robin right there. He wasn't stupid enough to try anything physical right now, though, not with the unfamiliar turf and the booze. He didn't have Robin or Raina's ability to shrug off harm - or for that matter Huang's ability to not be hurt at all. "Got nothin' to hide," he said confidently, raising his glass in a toast to Phaedra.
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A Still More Glorious Dawn Awaits (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
Sense Motive vs. Feint: Sense Motive vs. Distract: http://orokos.com/roll/352543 = he fails both rolls! Go ahead and post, HGM -
"I'm glad to hear that," said Callie Summers warmly, folding her hands on her desk as she studied her newest student. "I'm sorry you had to come here with such little preparation. Megastar was doing the school a favor by bringing you here on such short notice, but we wanted to make sure you were in a safe place as soon as possible. How do you feel about being here?" she inquired, giving the Houstonian a searching look.
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"Wait, what?" Frankan didn't exactly raise her voice - in their conversations, Cavalier had gotten the idea that if that did happen, heads would roll. But she certainly looked very surprised as she looked at the Star Knight and asked, "So what exactly are you-" She was interrupted by the holographic display in the center of the table crackled to life again, replaced with the visage of the one Terran most Lor could identify by sight - Daedalus, the autodidactic genius from the backwater world who had personally repulsed one of the Star-Khan's deadlier invasions of the Republic some decades earlier. Of course, one could ask if he had done enough, given what had happened to so many billions in the decades since. "Greetings, Grand Nauarchus and guests," said Daedalus. His transmission was patchy and his voice on a noticeable delay from the movement of his mouth - Terra really _was_ a backwater, even with a wormhole connection to the rest of the Galaxy. "I am here with Wander." Daedalus seemed to step away from the imager, then, and his holographic form was replaced by a familiar face.
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Riley shrugged, not thinking much of it - but at the same time suppressing an excitement about doing things with his girl. "Swat you'd do for me." Helmets on, he drove them into the Fens, the faint rumble of the bike's quiet engine the only sound they heard on darkened Fens streets. Robin could feel how tense the muscles of his back were as they rumbled their way into a partially garbage-strewn alley - Riley was always tenser at night. Feral hunting time, he'd confessed to her, when most of the inhabitants of his world huddled behind walls and listened to the things that prowled just outside their fences. He quietly set the bike on its side and began covering it with old newspapers, this alley being free of squatters thanks to the much more attractive mission just a few doors down out on the main street. When the bike was stowed, he took out his bow and snapped it open, looking at home in the darkness in ways he didn't in Claremont's well-lit night. "Where we goin' first?" he whispered.
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Goon 5 tries to shoot Bombshell! http://orokos.com/roll/352260 = and misses by 1 Gina is up.
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It was the first time Miss Americana had kissed Steve like that in public; but fortunately his armor was already open! For a moment he forgot it was a robot, forgot it was a radio connection between himself and Gina, forgot even the injuries across much of his body, and returned Gina's kiss with intensity, putting his hand behind her head and dipping her low. Perhaps they looked like a strange couple to the others; the scarred, brown-skinned warrior and the impossibly beautiful blonde scientist, but they were real lovers for all that. They had warred together, albeit at a great remove, and won the day. The moment did not last long - but the moment was very pleasant while it lasted - as was ever his fate. Even when the moment was done, he could not quite let her go. "I knew always I would return to you." He tried not to lean on her, not wanting to concern her with injuries that would only heal anyway. "Petty tyrants are an insufficient foe." "Mastermind is a powerful entity - a cosmic survival from the beginning of your species," he called to the others. "He was breeding the cybernetic saurians for use as an army against the collected forces of that era." More quietly, for Miss Americana's ears, he whispered, "What he did say about the Terminus?"
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"We're currently trying to reach Terra to confirm that it is Wander, yes," said the Grand Nauarchus without batting an eyelash at Rock. The old woman had been many, many years in space - and knew sentients quite well. "But the planet's communications systems are like something out of the Dark Ages..." she went on, shaking her head sadly. Turning, she addressed the communications technicians next to Sitara, a blonde, dark-skinned woman with a cybernetic arm and implants along one side of her face. "Rye-07, do we have a fix on them yet?" "I'm currently in binary communications with the Terran facility at the mouth of the Sol wormhole. We should have a visual real-time feed to the Lighthouse within two intervals," replied the woman cooly before going back to her work, shooting a distinct side-eye Sitara's way before reconnecting to the station's mainframe. "As far as we can tell, that version of Wander is either holding back considerably or has been depowered. Either way, she doesn't appear as formidable as the original." Frankan folded her hands and peered up at the now-frozen hologram. "Can you imagine what a young woman like that could accomplish if she were part of the Republic?" she asked idly.
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Woodsman exhaled at the sight of all the hardware, absurdly wishing he could open a dimensional portal and drop all this back on his homeworld. Defenses like this could have reinforced Raymond for at least a year. He started to take the liberty, out of habit, of helping himself to some of the ammunition before he quickly shook his head. Stealing things from crime scenes wouldn't help matters. He studied the hollow statues, weighing his options, before deciding that people this experienced in smuggling explosives wouldn't put anything contact-sensitive in a fragile statue that any workman could drop and give the game away. Picking a particularly woeful-looking Virgin Mary, he pulled out his hatchet and used the blunt end to batter the ceramic open.
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She'd known it would be Riley at the door - even with the dogs, Riley was usually a much lighter sleeper than his roommate. Riley didn't speak - he just nodded, careful not to wake Matt or the pile of dogs sleeping on his bed. Grabbing his go bag from the bedside table, he stepped into the room's bathroom and soon went to work. Off went the striped blue flannel pajamas that were his only comfortable sleepwear. On went binder, black shirt and jeans, and dark green camouflage poncho over top of that. Stepping out, he ducked down and slid his bow out from under his bed, snapping the magazine open and sliding one home. With the bow slung on his back, he picked up his hatchet, tossed it in the air, and fastened it to his belt. It had all taken less than a minute from start to finish, a sign of just how much he'd practiced. Outside in the hall, Woodsman closed the door softly and padded down the carpeted hallway to the window at the end of it. Outside on the sill, still without saying a word, he pulled on his heavy boots and fixed a line to the sill. Jumping down, he landed without a sound on the grass outside. When Robin joined him, he asked quietly, "Need the bike?"
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http://orokos.com/roll/352026 He's a minion, so he's unconscious.
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I claim this land for Hologram and Fast-Forward!
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"That's great," said Riley, his dark face unreadable. "Cmon, lesgetcha upstairs." Riley and Cathy walked Jane over to the administration building, an imposing, old-fashioned structure that Riley commented, "looks defensible, but has tunnels out the wazoo. Might as well have a whole pack innit." Rather than explain that rather cryptic remark, he walked Jane all the way to the headmaster's door. "Cathy and I'll chill out here. Get it?" he asked Frostbyte with a grin. "Meetcha when yer done." Inside the office, Jane found waiting for her a tall, athletic-looking Eurasian woman who looked to be somewhere in her early fifties. Her handshake was firm and quick. "Jane, come in, come in. We'll just be a moment." She sat down on the side of the desk that faced the window. "How was your trip here?"