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"Well, uranium or plutonium. We..." "Riley Quinn!" called the nurse, sticking her head out. "Mr. Quinn," she said, "it's time." "Back inna few," said Riley with a quick grin Jimmy's way before walking off with the nurse. He and Nurse Joy seemed to know each other pretty well - he and the brown-haired young woman were already having a debate about the best places to eat in Bayview before the door closed behind them, leaving Jimmy for the moment alone in the outer office.
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"A what?" When it was explained to him, Riley shook his head. "Nah, I've never played video games. Those all got recycled years ago. My mom has the skeleton of an old, uh, Playstation, I think it is, but she uses it as a gun case." He thought for a minute, trying to keep the conversation going without sounding like a savage. "The older people will do videogame plays - I like the one with the Mario Brothers." He shrugged, another thing about the old world he hadn't given much thought to. "I think people still play the Wii here, but I don't really look at that kinda stuff. I don't, uh, spend a lotta time in the common room, 'tween one thing and another," he added casually.
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"Fathers and sons, eh? You know story, Set." As much as he enjoyed needling the desert god, Dimitri left that sharp point where it was. After all, Set did indeed know that story. "In my experience," he went on brightly, "all good relationships are founded on a few delectable little white lies. I will tell you what. In interests of Heliopolitan-Russian amity, I can arrange for romantic young ghost I know to perpetrate 'haunting' that you and your young fellow can 'exorcise.' After that, you can woo young Faretti and call it simply the nerves of two young people who have lit the fires of passion amid the icy chill of the undead." He winked at Talya and added, "That one was pretty good, eh? See, I understand sensual passions of contemporary youth." He managed to make the fourth word in the last sentence sound particularly oily.
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Harrier's Will save vs. Magritte's Drain Will http://orokos.com/roll/333901 = 17 (Drain) http://orokos.com/roll/333900 = 28 (Will save)
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ooc So Great A Cause (2015) (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
The drone hits the barrier and rebounds slightly (with exactly as much energy as it carried on the way in) - it can't get through without more power! I will say that it can determine some interesting things about the other side - all the radiation that's leaking through seems to be produced by the portal itself. Wherever they are isn't irradiated, or particularly alien, or blanketed by radio waves or wi-fi. Whatever's over there seems quiet. -
pc Waverider (PL 8) - Eternal Phoenix
Avenger Assembled replied to EternalPhoenix's topic in Archived Characters
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"The demonweed..." croaked Aquaria in soft Lemurian, the foul thought another grim layer on what was shaping up to be a very bad day already. "In ancient days, when Dagon and Hydra warred with Atlantean-" Her yellow eyes flicked towards Nereid and Glamazon as she hesitated - before defiantly continuing. "demons, the blood of the demons spilled on the ocean and made the weed - a fell plant that can cleave the souls of Deep Ones from their bodies, turning us into Atlantean...uh, people." She slicked her big, long-fingered hands back and forth along her arms, deeply unsettled by the thought. "I've seen it growing, but that was very far from here. It can't have been what you wanted..." She looked over at Dr. Ellis. "Who are they?"
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"Let's see if your steaks are as saucy as your mouth, buddy," said Richard with a wink Erik's way. Damn, if there wasn't something familiar about that guy...shaking off the impression, he turned to Elis to include him in the conversation. "All right, you gentlemen want to make a competition out of it? Let's make a competition." He looked around conspiratorially before gesturing the two younger men to come closer, taking all of them into his confidence. "Here's the deal. Now I'm not like your garden-variety speedsters, no offense to Johnny Rocket, but I am blessed with the power to control not just speed but the flow of time itself." Long-time fans of Supercrime! had heard this familiar monologue before. "That means I can speed up both you boys _and_ the grill here, so everything gets cooked evenly." He laughed and said to Elis, pointing Erik's way, "because he's not lying about cooking at super-speed if you screw it up, that's for sure. Hah!" Looking back at the others, he went on, "If you boys think you can handle it, we can all get a turn. You cook your stuff, I cook my stuff, and we let the audience decide who's got the barbecue mojo. C'mon," he teased, "my little girl used to let me do this so she could finish coloring her princess books. You boys can handle being put on fast-forward, right?"
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"Hnh." Riley crouched down low, keeping his booted feet firmly planted on the grass as he studied barely visible tracks in the moist soil at their feet. "We're not alone," he said as he straightened up, crossbow snapping into his hand with the smooth motion of one with long experience with the weapon. "Not talkin' 'bout the animals," he added before anyone could speak up. "These are human tracks. Things with human-shaped feet, anyway." He shot Phantom a hard look, even as he scanned the treeline with eyes much older than his sixteen years. "Thought you said this place didn't have anything on the land that acted like people."
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Riley passes both rolls with Skill Mastery.
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"Not like you guys have," said Riley with a little shrug. "And it's 'hall-a-pena'", he added quickly. "I mean, my mom used to buy tortillas off Mrs. Gutierrez, fry 'em in a pan and salt 'em, but that's not the same as getting all the flavors of tortilla chips you have, or the cotton candy, or all the other things. We just don't have that kind of stuff where I'm from - all the caches got eaten up years ago, and nobody's making the flavors for 'em. We've got science, but it's mostly for keeping us alive. That's prolly what I'll do when I get too old and busted to be a Woodsman." He hmmed. "When I get back, I'll prolly go on a nuke run - that's where we get in the longboats and go hit a coastal nuke plant. Can't keep a nuke plant runnin' with no nuke stuff in it."
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A Picture of Sophisticated Grace (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Port Regal
As if on cue, Aquaria and Indira re-entered the room, Aquaria still soaking wet from the outside and wearing nothing besides her harness. Considerately, she stopped in the doorway to shake herself a little drier before entering the Surfacer dwelling. "It's beautiful out there!" she croaked happily. Despite her encouragement, Jessie was not one for sitting outside in the rain - at least not without a lot of pointless Surfacer clothes. "Are you guys having fun?" she asked, hopping into the room. "You ate all the waffle-things, hooray!" she said to Jessie with a big smile, then turning to Kimber with an even wider grin. "You have to come visit our den and make waffle-things! Jessie will love them!" -
pc Waverider (PL 8) - Eternal Phoenix
Avenger Assembled replied to EternalPhoenix's topic in Archived Characters
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"Yeah, well, she is pretty great." Riley couldn't help but grin. "You still hooking up with what's her face, that Egyptian girl?" Riley hadn't really followed those stories about how Huang had supposedly had sex with some sort of Egyptian deity, but everyone in the boys dorm had heard some sort of gossip. He found he liked this conversation far more than the one about his world - or for that matter about violence. "Seems like everybody's hookin' up. Robin says Raina and Anibal have maybe kind of a thing, and I'm thinkin' bout tryin' ta get Matt and Fred to know each other."
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"You don't make me feel uncomfortable - you make me...feel," said Riley, leaning in for a long kiss, mirroring her hands on his body with his own. He slid his hands down her back, tracing the outline of her spine, stopping just above her waistband. He planted kisses down her jawline and onto her shapely, well-toned neck - and was just about to go further when suddenly his phone vibrated. As much as Riley really wanted to just continue kissing Robin and see where things led to, some habits of obedience had been bred into him from an early age. He picked up the phone and flipped it open (it was not an expensive model) to look at the texted message within. "Looks like I have to go meet with Dr. Marquez. And then probably Archer, and maybe Summers too..." He muttered a curse and snapped the phone shut. "We'll finish this later," he promised her, his eyes dark as he looked at her. "And I trust you, too."
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"Hey, what do you mean, woman!?" objected Dimitri. "I am man of cosmopolitan Old World tastes, I-oh no you mean what have I done with ladies, no that's fair," he conceded, his hand still in the fire. He was beginning to look almost healthy now, even what should have been the heat from a roaring gas fire dimmed down to nearly nothing. "I suppose summoning is out of question," he admitted, chastened by Talya's mention of the Thule Society. "You know, Set," he went on, his tone light but careful, "you are probably not going to please father. Boy is sixteen and you are six-thousand-something. Better think of that before you think of what to do next."
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"She, uh..." Riley chewed his lip for a moment before he said with dawning confidence, "I bet she'll like the theater. Maybe we'll do the diner first so we can eat." He smiled faintly. "I eat more in a day here than I ate in three some weeks back home. If I didn't train all the time I'd turn into a porker," he commented, patting himself on the belly. "Robin and I met on the dorm roof," he admitted, pointing up above their heads. "She and I like to go up there and talk, uh, stuff." He scratched the back of his head. "Maybe we'll do the bridge thing too, but not with the bike. She does like high places - and I've been up on my Pramas a couple of times, and it doesn't even have a deck anymore."
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Aquaria watched the transformation and hurriedly scrabbled away before abruptly spitting a greenish slime on the floor at the shocking blasphemy of it. Deep One legends contained stories of the horrific time when their ancestors had walked on the land as Surfacers - to see a creature of the sea transformed into a man was an odious sight. But the sight of the man's weeping woman reassured her that this was normal - as strange and backwards as it was. "Oh...okay," she finally said, her croaking voice shaky. "Yes, the people need help. Jessie, can you go and see if anyone has called 911?" She approached Langstrom, her eyes wide, looking at him with considerably more horror than she had when he was something as simple as a shark-like humanoid. "What happened?" she croaked softly. "Who did this to him?"
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As the echoes of Stesha's words died away, Richard vanished for a barely perceptible instant. "Dammit forgot my-" When he returned, he'd lost his pastel jacket - and was wearing a crisp black apron with the somewhat unlikely slogan of God Bless The Cook that Stesha recognized as coming from the nearby monastery's kitchen. "On it!" he called to the gregarious plant controller, glad to have a role among all these kids and their young families. "All righty," he said, just as quickly uncovering the barbecue fork and tongs hanging from the side of the grill. "That's looking nice...all right, gentlemen," he said, turning to address the other fathers. "Nothing is more important than a good summertime cookout." He snapped open the cooler with the meat and declared, "It's time to raise the steaks! I have one important question for you, though. Do any of you have a chef's hat?"
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"Yeah, all right," said Riley, hesitating a moment as he processed Anibal's offer. Huh. Guess Raina wasn't as put off as I thought. Maybe he owed the lanky girl an apology. "I get out in the City sometimes. Hard without my gear, but I can do it." He looked over at Anibal, then did two quick laps, running through the obstacle course's mock window frame, vaulting through the narrow space and back and forth - and then suddenly grabbing the frame and leaping upwards to stand on his hands, his strong arms supporting his body weight as he held himself upside down right in the middle of the obstacle course. "Where do you like?
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"That'd be...pretty fun, actually," said Riley thoughtfully. "I do some building here, mostly for m' arrows, but I've worked on engines and stuff." He hmmed. "Weird to be back in North Bay. Peyton and Riley live over in the east side." Erin knew that area well enough from her knowledge of the region - the east side of North Bay was the less affluent part of the region, though given the land values that was all relative. "Thanks," he said, giving her a smile that, while nervous, had lost the sharp edge of his earlier, almost predatory grins. "Long as I'm here, guess I gotta adapt. And maybe I can take my girl for a ride. You know any good spots?"
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"Oh, I see." Steve had very little experience with interpersonal relations - either on Prime or anywhere else. He smiled slightly and said, picking his words carefully with the air of a man unused to this sort of conversation. "I am...happy for all three of you." As the family took their seats around the table, Steve considered and discarded several anecdotes before deciding that the conversation should not be about him. He turned to Talya to continue their conversation. "Have you tried Erik's sausage yet? I think all the Interceptors have had a taste of his meat." Thinking back, Steve could remember Erik's stories about the time he'd spent working in that carniceria. "Its flavor is admittedly powerful - but Erik has suggested it makes an excellent rite of passage for new members to the team," he continued. "Miss Americana has also enjoyed it, although she prefers it in one of her hot buns."
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"Promise," Riley told her seriously. He had every intention of making it home, after all - and maybe it would do Chief Hunter good to know things were different for him somewhere else. "A bicycle? Yeah," said Riley. "They're the fastest way to get around the cleared areas in the plant, or places the trees aren't so big. And we use stationary bikes for extra power sometimes, but that's different. I've never seen someone on a motorcycle," he admitted. "Been a long time since anyone had gasoline - and we use 'lectric motors for other stuff. Why, you gotta spare motorcycle lyin' around?" he joked.
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"Chief Hunter doesn't really have friends," said Riley, suddenly wincing when he realized how that would have to sound to the man's fiancee. "I mean, uh, he's very...quiet. He's in charge of internal security - not the Woodsmen, but finding out if somebody's stolen somethin', makin' sure nobody's gone Feral and goin' for the fences, running the defenses when the Ferals hit from outside. I don't know him that well," he admitted. "My mom says his grandpa really helped out in the first winter, but he died in the Flu of '03 when I was just a little kid. Lot of people died that year." He blinked, then admitted quietly, "I never, uh, never met somebody who had a counterpart here before. There's only 'bout fifteen thousand people in alla Raymond." Erin knew that the population of greater Freedom City was about three million.
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"Yeah, that would be faster than gettin' around by bolt," the wiry archer admitted. "Don't get me wrong, it looks badass to swing from building to building, but Doc says it hurts your back if you keep at it. too long." He hmmed. "Guess it's hard because it's always been the same people my whole life. I knew all the people my age because there weren't any other people my age. Never really had to get to know new...hey, what?" As Erin's words sunk in, Riley blinked, giving her an odd look. "Your fiance, is his name Hunter? Guy your age, has red and black eyes, wears a beard like this?" Trevor didn't wear a beard, but the beard Riley was describing sounded a lot like the the late Travis Hunter had worn. "...house in North Bay?" he hazarded, his face very curious.