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"Sharl had to catch his own ride!" called a voice at once familiar and unfamiliar. Sharl hadn't had a robotic body back in Young Freedom days - but the figure that was just walking out through those doors was clearly Sharl. The chest symbol was the same and the lines of the body matched Citizen in costume, but the big, bulky robot only looked somewhat human with his rounded belly, heavy limbs, and glowing red eyes. "I figured there aren't going to be a lot of computer networks in Earth-Jotunheim, so it was time to take this body out for another spin." He grinned at the sight of Koshiro, flexible robot mouth twitching. "Hey, man, good to see you!" Reaching over, he clapped him on the back with a big robot hand, careful not to knock him over. "I saw that thing you did with that Ironweaver girl on Youtube, nice!" He nodded a friendly hello to Kimber and Indira, still a little surprised the former had called on him. Kimber had been...different around him since the fight with the Curator, even before they'd all gone their separate ways. "Hey, you guys look great. How's things with Blue Fox?" Not knowing how much people there knew about the secret IDs of his friends, he took no chances. It really had been a long time. As they talked, he shot a glance up towards the sportscaster's booth, accessing its internal cameras to get a good, quick look at the occupant. "Temperance is on her way; she just ran into some things."
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History The history of Ird-H-Tech-1 diverges from ours in 760 ACE with the invention of the first printing press in Córdoba, then the capital of the Emirate of Cordoba. In the middle of a war for survival, the innovative Emir Abd ar-Rahman I became a patron of the new press, using it to quickly print propaganda to woo educated men among the Abbasid armies then besieging him - and then to tell tales of his eventual victories. The press soon spread through Cordoba and beyond, with the Abbasid court at Baghdad deliberately encouraging the use of printing presses and the written word to make sure that the intellectual splendor of their scholars surpassed that of their enemies in Spain. (Notably the press was rejected by ar-Rahman's enemies in the Christian marches to the north, and their Frankish kin beyond that, who argued that it was simply a tool for spreading pagan nonsense - eventually this policy would be reversed, but not for some centuries...) Over the centuries that followed, the spread of printing helped speed the spread of literacy as a growing Muslim world became a busy world of science, commerce, and development. No one invention began the modern world - but any good student of history on Ird can name some. The growth of universities like Cordoba's, given their freedom by emir's decree, that would eventually come to dominate Ird's world of the mind. The textile mills of Baghdad, first powered by water, then by burning petroleum to meet growing demand. The gunpowder weapons that broke the Mongols in eastern Persia (the Green Horde would wind up riding north and west, covering Christian Europe in pyramids of skulls), the new ship designs that discovered Talentis to the west... There were grim moments - the horrors of the Industrial Revolution, the long fight to end Firanji slavery, the nuclear conflict between Persia and China five hundred years ago, the bloody totalitarian movements that rose from the ashes of that war that had to be overthrown in their turn, but overall the history of Ird has been a positive one. The average Irdian lives in a utopia by modern standards, and even centuries ago they lived far better than the people of Earth-Prime. Two hundred years ago, after a Sofalan rocketcrew made First Contact with the Farsiders, the United Ird government made contact with the Lor Republic and a century later (after a long probationary period) became a member nation of that august body. Isolated in its own part of the galaxy, Ird maintained much of its own culture even as it assimilated into the broader world of Galactic Civilization. The Faith has spread throughout space too, and a growing stream of pilgrims has come from across the galaxy to the Emirate of Mecca, the holiest place on the planet and in the galaxy for billions of Irdians both in our Solar System and beyond. With diseases solved, aging slowed, and the Then the Communion destroyed Lor-Van. While a united Grue Unity and Stellar Khanate were able to destroy the cybernetic horror from beyond the stars, the devastated Republic fractured along sectional, sectarian, and species lines, planet turning against planet and brother turning against sister. Ird was no exception; and in the last few months, war has come to a planet that has known nothing but peace for two hundred years. The conflict is roughly as follows - the Jamahiriya, a revolutionary movement that has swept much of both northern and southern Talentis, argues that Ird must take a leadership role in a New Republic, a militarist one that sets aside the soft weakness and democratic sentimentality that destroyed their predecessor. (The movement is part of a larger revolution ongoing inside what had once been the Lor Republic) Their counterparts, the Umma, argue for a traditional approach - maintaining the values of freedom and democracy (and the Faith!) that has dominated Ird society for centuries. The war has not gone well - the Umma's belief in peace did indeed leave them underprepared for the surprise offensives launched by the forces of Talentis, and the forces of the Jamahiriya occupy key points across the planet. But numbers will tell against the would-be revolutionaries if the war drags on - unless they can convince the population of Ird that the loss of freedom is well worth the increase in security. Technology Ird has the technology of your typical Lor-friendly culture. In space they have warp drives and interstellar travel, and they use standard Lor ion engines for in-system travel. The world is tied together by the "Djinn Web" and has been for some centuries; a Swedish innkeeper in the remotest parts of Firanj, trying to figure out how she can get enough tourists this year to keep her family comfortable despite the war, has access to the same galactic database that Amir Al-Darsah (the de jure commander of the Jamahiriya's forces in the Solar System) does from his wartime capital of Lenape in northeastern Talentis. For what were once religious reasons that are now largely custom, the planet has few teleportation networks for a Lor planet and most travel is carried out by pre-programmed autocar. Until the outbreak of the war, disease, starvation, and poverty were largely unheard of thanks to general economic prosperity brought by technological development and a cultural tradition of charity. This has made the horrors brought by the conflict, especially the horrific fire-bombing of Nihon's largest city Tokyo, especially heart-wrenching for the people of Ird. Even today, away from the frontlines, most people live much healthier, much longer lives than the average citizen of Earth-Prime. Ird cities build upwards on the Lor model, with many citizens living in vast arcologies that stretch over a mile high. A craze for traditional architecture some years ago means that many buildings look "Islamic" to Earth-Prime eyes, glittering minaret towers and great domes tower high over a green landscape. These days, in Talentis, those cities are liable to be occupied by power-armored troops whipped up in a revolutionary fervor, with the green flag of the revolution displayed in most public settings and on every comm-screen. Culture A long-united Lor member world, racism, sexism, and other 'isms' are long in Ird's past - mostly. (The current conflict is genuinely ideological and economic) .While culture is Muslim, many people are not particularly religious - though open atheism is rather gauche even in the Jamahiriya. Plenty of people read about the life of the Prophet and his successors in school, pay their zakat tax, and eat at night during Ramadan largely because it's what their parents did. The various nations of Ird are all constitutional monarchies - with the exception of the revolutionary Jamahiriya, for all that revolutionary leader al-Darsah certainly conducts himself like the emir among emirs. Firanj, the largest non-Muslim nation on Ird, is also its poorest - but even Firanj is a society that would look utopian to the average citizen of Earth-Prime. In addition to their home nation (called "The Holy Roman Empire" by its citizens), Firanjians live throughout the world, many of them descendants of slaves. Open prejudice is rare and discrimination illegal - and encountering aliens has certainly helped deflect any lingering bad feelings towards Firanjians. Indeed, sometimes the problem is that they are embraced _too_ much by Ird culture - every Firanji who grew up outside their own nation has probably been asked at least once to show off his "badass Viking moves", or has had to sit through yet another 3-D about ancient Benedictine wizards with hardly any Firanjians in the cast. Firanj is neutral in the war, like Hui Dynasty China - for now. Lenape, in eastern Talentis, is the center of the Jamahiriya war effort - founded as it was by the descendants of slaves hundred of years ago, it has one of the larger Firanj populations on this continent. Dangers Ird is in the middle of a civilization-level civil war waged with Lor-level technology - a frightening thought to any knowledgeable visitor. Neither side has made use of weapons of mass destruction; Ird has bitter memories of the consequences of nuclear war etched into its soul, and anti-matter bombs would surely do far worse damage! But as battle rage in orbital space and indeed across the Solar System, the death toll continues to rise. Ird has relatively few superhumans - they have the mentants and low-level mutants one would expect from a Lor planet, but they have not yet discovered the superhero. They have, however, discovered nanotech infiltration, armor-burning plasma rifles, hypersonic bombers, orbital laser bombardment - and these are weapons in the hands of even mid-level military forces! DImensional travelers are advised to be cautious - both the Umma and the Jamahiriyia are fearful of subversion and desperate for help against their rivals, and would likely interrogate any unknown aliens or mutants as either suspected spies or valuable tools in a planet-threatening war. Either side might be interested in negotiating with visitors from other dimensions (especially mighty superhumans!), but the other side would likely retaliate to avoid further devastation. Ird has few languages in common with Earth-Prime - Galstandar, Lor, and other Galactic languages are the same, speakers of Classical Arabic, Latin, or Greek, can make themselves heard with an accent (and regular Arabic with an even stronger, often incomprehensible accent), but others will be in serious trouble. Luckily Lor-style universal translators are easy to come by - in the middle of a war, you do not want to look like an outlander.
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"That's hard," said Richard quietly, his humor fading as the seriousness of the discussion settled in. It wasn't that he was surprised, really - but that made the subject no less difficult. At least the kids were all inside now; one benefit of telepathy in the family was that when the kids got the signal from Mom and Dad, they knew it was serious and they stayed out of the way. Well, most of the time, he amended, before putting his own kids out of his mind. "I'm sorry. Where he is now, do they know that powers are a possibility?" He didn't probe too deeply - the family, the state? None of the possibilities were especially attractive.
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"From the original craftsman. He's been a guest of mine for some time," said Lew Siffer, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. "His work really is excellent, don't you think? You just don't find that kind of craftsmanship these days." He ran his hands over the glass top of the display case where he stood, a look of bohemian regret on his face. "I had hoped it would be of use to someone up here, but I suppose there's no point in fighting it out now that the superheroes have arrived. If you just let me have it, I'll make sure it doesn't fall into mortal hands again." For his part, Frost was glaring at the shopkeeper, his eyes red beneath his parka'd hood. "Oh sure, we just give it to Devil! What a remarkable idea. Who summoned you to this plane?" he demanded, rolling up his sleeves as he talked. "What fool infernalist thought this a fine idea?" "Oh, you know how it is. Business is good these days - so I thought I'd come up and put a personal hand in things.."
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Have an HP for the fiat of getting you through the portal. Make whatever rolls you like - many will lead to combat!
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The man stared at her, eyes wide and uncomprehending, and yelled something in a language Cerulean had never heard before in her life. He didn't seem to know her, where he was, or what was going on. But who would know what was going on, really? "Firangi!?" he yelled again, confused. Suddenly, the air around the man began to ripple again in an all-too-familiar shape - the subtle lines left behind by the teleportation device that had drawn him there in the first place. Whatever the effect was, it seemed to be drawing in both the man and the light construct summoned by Cerulean. She was left with one choice - let the man be sucked back to an uncertain fate (he was screaming again, his terror obvious), or go in there with him like a hero. Really, there was only one choice to make. The other side of the portal was like nothing she'd ever seen before - she was no longer high above Freedom City but flying alongside buildings that towered impossibly high, huge structures close to a mile in height, gleaming in the sunlight like their marbled green outer skins were covered in diamond! The sky above was all but blotted out by the gigantic machine that hovered overhead; a gigantic flying craft shaped like a tremendous flying cylinder, its green skin glittering with the same diamondal colors as the buildings, words written on the side in a language she had...no idea how to read. It was becoming a running theme. Beneath her, the portal was just beginning to close - the man she held was still in her light-based grip. -
Comrade Frost had actually spat out his 'tea' when Kimber had told him the full details of her plan, resulting in an unpleasant mess of frozen red crystals near the chair where she'd been hovering. But when he'd figured out she was serious, he'd nodded and gravely promised her his full support. "Greetings, dimensional travelers!" he boomed as he pushed open the gate from the visitor's bench, slowly and deliberately walking out onto the ice. He didn't seem very grave now, though, not with a giant thermos in his hand and a fluffy red scarf wrapped around his parka, and a big smile on his face. "Ah, Bartlett Arena! Scene of famous victory of Soviet Red Army hockey team over Freedom City Blades in 1987 exhibition game! Ah, such a time that was. Hello, lovely ladies," he added, waving over at the direction of Indira and Eve. The sight of Eve always sobered him just a little - at least for a moment. He clapped Nick Cimitiere on the back as he passed him. "Nick! You old son of gun! How is that mother of yours?" He winked. "Kimber! My favorite Canadian girl, are you ready for the chilly embrace of Jotunheim?"
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August 1, 2015 Shreveport, LA Argonaut and Pulsar got the message a couple of days ago - inviting them to meet Detective Samuel Winters at a murder scene in Shreveport, Louisiana. The murder took place in Apartment #404 in the Venture Arms, an impoverished part of a city that's not very wealthy at all. The Venture is located close enough to Barksdale Air Force Base that the airmen come here to buy cheap liquor and maybe gamble away from the watchful eyes of MPS - but it's not really important enough for the city to devote a lot of attention to. The Venture, a squat, four-story building is just off the exit from Interstate 20 by the base, is one of the largest buildings in a neighborhood of chain gas stations, convenience stores with lottery tickets, and pool halls. A week ago, on July 23, local resident Vincent Sabatelli strangled his girlfriend Carla Bell to death. Shreveport PD got a full confession - Sabatelli, angry but obviously remorseful, said he strangled his girlfriend to death when she wouldn't stop laughing at him. It would normally be an open-and-shut case. Except - the day after the murder, Satanic Panic, the Southeast's most famous glam/death metal band, rented the apartment just below Sabatelli's to record for their latest album. This isn't too strange; Satanic Panic is something of a vulture when it comes to real-life crime and murder - they've recorded near Littleton High School, the 9/11 Memorial, and other scenes of carnage and mass killing. (No mainstream distributor would touch them, but they have a massive Internet following). However; Satanic Panic's manager, one Richard Little, called the building's owner and reserved the apartment the day _before_ the murder took place. Winters wants to investigate - but his sergeant isn't interested. After all, they have a signed, videotaped confession from the killer. Why look further? So Winters has contacted AEGIS - going in two directions. One message has gone to the nearest AEGIS office in New Orleans. which has wound up getting forwarded to Freedom City because people in Freedom City tend to deal with the rough stuff. Argonaut will need to be careful operating in Shreveport, a city with a bad institutional relationship with AEGIS, but she does technically have jurisdiction there. Another message went out to the man who gave Sam Winters his favorable attitude about AEGIS - Pulsar, who once had a perfectly fine mission in Shreveport about five years ago blasting swamp creatures attacking the city alongside Shreveport PD Officer Sam Winters. He was a little surprised to hear Pulsar was no longer with the agency, but still gave him all the vital information he needed. It's late on the night of August 1, and hot and sticky in Shreveport, enough to make even some superhumans sweat. There's traffic on the freeway tonight, and from the sidewalk in front of the Venture Arms one can see the cars backed up all the way to the last exit, and the emergency lights from a nearby roadblock. Somebody's not having a good night up there.
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http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/8404-kindness-to-every-living-thing/ Here you go, MS!
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July 15, 2015 High above Freedom City It was a beautiful summer day for Cerulean, a lazy afternoon that reminded her of all the wonderful things about being a superhero. The day was warm enough that she was comfortable despite being nearly a mile over the distant towers of the city below, the sky was "Pixar blue" with a dapple of puffy white clouds in the sky. Her only companions in the air were a distant flight of seagulls, far below her, and the air traffic from Jordan Airport a few miles to her west. She'd learned a lot about navigating the airspace around a major city - but at the height of summer, this was a day for fun, not for learning. At least until a man appeared in the air next to her. She could watch his arrival distinctly - the faint circular ripple in the air, the slow appearance of a humanoid shape, the distinct moment when he turned to look her in the eye. With his black mustache, dark eyes, and white lab coat, he could have stepped out of Central Casting for "handsome lead scientist" in any sci-fi movie. Except unlike many of those scientists, this man could not fly. At all. Screaming in incoherent terror, waving his arms, he began to plummet out of view even as Cerulean watched.
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Okay - so mid-July 2015, we start with Cerulean flying over Freedom City? Any objection to that?
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I'd be happy to run a thread for you, MS (I swear we are getting into combat in Ashes, by the way, the scope just expanded on that one!) - what kind of combat would you like to see Cerulean getting into?
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Steve carefully replaced the tea cup on its saucer, lest he hurl it to the ground. “...why do you come to me with this?” he asked the projected machine intelligence, his voice a low rumble of suppressed anger. “A Furion machine intelligence should be loyal to her mistresses above all else.” “I am loyal to my mistresses above all thinking things,” said Bluebird sharply. “They are not puling cowards, to hide their deeds in darkness - and I am not betraying them by telling you these things.” She set her own simulated teacup down. “But there are other loyalties, to things greater than things that think.” “The destruction of Nihilor,” they finished together. He stared at her, understanding what she had left unspoken. His hand flat on the table, Steve was heedless of the nearly empty outdoor cafe, the weather having taken a turn for the hot that had driven all but the hardiest patrons inside to air conditioning. “Her repentance. I have seen it. You have seen it too. Is it sincere?” Bluebird looked uncertain for a moment, a strange look on a warrior AI’s face, before speaking, “As sincere as her nature allows.” “Good,” said Steve flatly, shooting a look at the distant towers of the DuTemps Building. “If it were not, I would tear down the walls of that place around her head.” “And war against me?” inquired Bluebird seriously. “And the Fleet, and a mighty spectre, and a warrior from beyond the stars?” There was a tone of frank disbelief in her question. “Not to mention Tarva herself.” “I would not come alone.” Privately, Steve wondered who among his new-found allies would stand with him against their own flesh and blood - fellow heroes of Earth-Prime. “But if she has sincerely abandoned her old ways, that thought is of no matter.” Steve put his hands together before him, steepling his fingers in almost an attitude of prayer. “And this offer to walk the streets, what has she said?” “She refused it,” said Bluebird, sounding a little surprised at the memory. “She refused it and said she would learn human ways inside the building. She fears to go outside. She fears you, the other drone, the city…” “She is correct to do so,” replied Steve, feeling the anger surging that he had first felt upon learning Tarva the Black was in Freedom City. He had silenced it once, but now - “When I thought she was in...in confinement there, I could understand that. Outside of the direct protection of superhumans, she would certainly be killed, and she was essential in defeating the nanite drones.” He rose to his feet, hands at his sides now and balled into fists, still staring at that distant building. “I swore that I was not her enemy - and I meant it. But what you describe is inadequate. That is...that is more freedom than she deserves.” “There were people on this planet who think the same of you,” said Bluebird frankly. “Just as there were Furions who wanted you confined, or destroyed, to prevent the spread of entropy. How is this situation different?” They were biting words, enough to make Steve sit down and consider his case carefully, the metal chair creaking beneath his weight. “If they had done so, I would not have argued with them. There was a time when I would have gladly courted death." He closed his eyes, focusing on his own inner dilemma. "She killed. She...defiled. All these things I did in Nihilor, and more." He opened his eyes. "But she did them of her own will. It was within her power to stop." "She would have been devoured alive if she had no longer made use of proles in that way." It was not hyperbole. "It was within her power to stop. She could have left the service of the Annihilists and gone into the Ghetto, as my parents did." His eyes flashed. "The palaces of the Annihilists are built on the bones and suffering of the proles of Nihilor. She slept in a bed, she ate when she pleased. She had garments when she wanted, and if she had spawned, her children would have lived in luxury beyond the kings of this world. She lived well - on the suffering of others." He looked up at the DuTemps Building. "She lives well still." "She weeps in the night - for loves lost, and worlds abandoned, and the name of her dead gods." They were interrupted by a waiter at that point, and Steve took the opportunity to pay the bill. When they were alone again, he spoke of his own accord, his voice all cold, unforgiving anger that he kept to a rumble instead of a shout. "To weep in the night is her fate. That she regrets what has happened is a sign she is worthy to...to be, at all. But no more than that." "So what will you do?" asked the Furion curiously. "Will you summon your battle-woman and your handfast allies and make war against the castle that holds Tarva?" It was a measure of the seriousness of the moment that the war machine spoke of a potential conflict with no anticipation in her voice. "No," said Steve without hesitation. "No, I will not be the cause of conflict in this world. I am troubled by what you have said - but no more than that." He fell silent himself and studied Bluebird, meeting the AI's projected blue eyes with his own. "You are watching Tarva. And you are watching me. If I had told you I would slay Tarva out of hand, whatever the consequences to Freedom City...?" "There are those beneath the Silver Tree who want you destroyed - and that other drone, too, the better to prevent the spread of entropy. I am not their creature," said Bluebird dismissively at the question in his lined eyes, the two rising now and walking down the street together lest they attract more attention at the cafe. "It is not proper for a Furion to plan a killing without carrying it out with their own hands - not suitable for an honorable warrior. It pleases me that you deserve to...be." "Hmm." Steve folded his hands behind his back, considering those words carefully. "You are indeed a trueborn Furion, Bluebird." He watched as the drone she'd used, an Archetech telepresence drone disguised as a small rolling electronic toy, turned and headed into a nearby alleyway before vanishing from his unenhanced sight altogether - back to the Dutemps Building, and its mistresses. And back to Tarva.
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"Yesss..." sad Frost carefully, "but you should be mindful of his ways." To the eye, ear, and nose, the interior of Lew Siffer's shop looked like any other antique shop. It was crowded with junk with a vaguely Luciferian theme - there were several rusting old road signs taken from the hamlet of Hell, Michigan along the wooden walls, while an original Sateen's Hammer pinball machine was tucked away in a corner. On the shelves stood cast-iron banks, some with their own themes taken from Old Scratch, and indeed the main room's other corner was taken up by an original Old Scratch brand wooden stove! But it was all false, as far as Isaac could tell; this room might as well have not existed to his magical senses. The only things real there were himself, Frost, and the being behind the counter - a being who was, by all appearances, perfectly human. With his black hair and eyes, short black beard, and black, dusty work clothes (which appeared to be an authentic shirt from Lucifer's Pins - A Hell of a Good Time), he looked like a slightly Gothier version of your typical young hipster antique owner. "Greetings, Dimitri, Isaac," he said jovially. "Welcome to my shop. I hope you've guessed my name," he added with a wink and a faint smell of sulfur.
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"But the windows open?" That was an important point for Aquaria, who had been vaguely horrified to find the way Surfacers lived, like they were all in the same glass cages they liked to put animals in. Inside the elevator, she folded her long arms, keeping one gold and black eye on each of the two women she was riding with. As chatty as she was, she knew better than to pressure Jessie - and she knew how Jessie and Erin together could be! She resisted the urge to hop along as they made their way through the corridor, instead carefully padding along despite the itchy carpet under her feet. "It's not so bad in here," she commented, referring to the gentle hiss of air conditioning. Maybe it really had just been Blackstone's foul dry air that had been so unpleasant for her. "I bet the room will be awesome!" The apartment, which of course was more than just one room, made her gasp with surprise as she walked in just behind the two Surfacers. "It's huge!" She bounded forward, scampering past a bedroom, a kitchen, another bedroom and a living room, and two bathrooms, both of which had the giant bathtubs she'd been promised. Excited as she was, she'd run right along the walls, spreading long fingers and toes wide. "Oh, I'm, uh, sorry," she apologized, jumping down to her feet after she'd run back to rejoin her companions. "It's just so big! And it's all ours!"- 115 replies
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July 15, 2015 The Caribbean SS Mictlan The Captain's Table Day Two of the cruise was formal night, which meant the Captain's Table and a chance to get to know the other superheroes either volunteering or working as security for the Mictlan's maiden voyage. Edge and Monsoon had spent the first day of the cruise mingling, Mark and Nina doing their best to put aside Freedom City and Socotra and enjoy a rare vacation. Having gotten to know his girl pretty well over the years, Mark had been worried that Nina would resent being thrust into the role of "girlfriend of the famous UN hero" - but as it happened Nina hadn't spent much time worrying about that at all. "So you see, Captain Festus," the water controller was just saying, pausing as she cut open her rare steak, the glittering yellow at the head of her costume a warm color in the light of the crowded dinner deck, "Socotran refugees will be among the most motivated people your line can hire. They'll work hard, be comfortable even with low pay, and the older ones will know how to fight if there's trouble." "Well, I don't really know anything about that," said Festus with a cheerful chuckle as he dabbed at the steak sauce dotting the edges of his regulation graying beard. "And you know, normally we don't need quite this much security on a cruise ship! But the line wants to make sure the new engines are protected - they were made from experimental technology the US government developed back in the 40s, you know, and you never know what some super-hooligan will try to steal! Hoh-hoh-hoh!" Having been busy with an autograph, Edge turned back to the captain and the other guests around the table. The dining area was indeed crowded; it looked like almost everybody who could had gotten on their best clothes for an old-fashioned cruise ship dinner. It reminded Mark of pictures he'd seen from his parents' honeymoon, and his father's world travels. "People from Socotra get profiled a lot," he said quietly, "but you won't find better people." He reached under the table and squeezed Nina's hand. Eating in costume in a formal setting might have been strange for some people, but this was the kind of thing Mark had quite literally grown up doing. As for Nina, he thought she could look regal sitting in the dirt, much less in costume. "Ah, there's the rest of our guests now!" Festus waved cheerfully as another group of costumed individuals arrived - after all, who could turn down a place at the Captain's Table? No one - not if they were being paid to appear in public in costume as part of their time on the all-expenses-paid, six-decked luxury cruise liner as it steamed from Miami to Venezuela and back again over the space of two gorgeous sun-kissed weeks.
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By the time Indira arrived, Tarva had composed herself and put away the woman who had burst into hysterical tears in Kimber's arms over memories of lost love. The layering process was visible enough when you were right there with her, but the sharp-smiling, flashing-eyed shadow-witch waiting for Indira might as well have been an entirely different person. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to my tent now," she offered as Indira and Avro came in one side of Kimber and Indira's space. "I look forward to hearing all about your hunt, Indira! Thank you for the lovely evening. Kimber." She gave the others a winning smile as she gracefully made her way out of the tent. Making her way back to her own black-dyed tent, she slipped inside and zipped up the door behind her. With her shadowy tears having left no stain on the tent floor or Kimber's ectoplasm, she might as well have not been there at all.
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A Picture of Sophisticated Grace (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Port Regal
"...is there really a degree in underwater basket-weaving?" asked Aquaria, her jutting chin briefly bobbing up from her phone. The look on Erin's face suggested that there probably was not, though, and Aquaria decided to move on. "I like the outside," she offered. "Freedom City is never as hot as the island was, and even on dry days it feels better than air conditioning." She scrubbed her hands against her arms, thinking painfully about her introduction to that particular piece of Surfacer technology. Her skin had itched for days after her time in Blackstone. But thinking about air conditioning also brought forth thoughts about snow - terrible, terrible snow. "It does get cold. I still hope I can get a job at the aquarium. I can clean the tanks, talk to the animals..." She had been a little surprised Surfacers had been so interested in that power - talking to animal spirits had been part of her spiritual training as a young girl, but she'd assumed Surfacers, who scoured the sea with giant nets, had no interest in the spirits of those who lived below. "And just think, Jessie," she said to her friend, "if I get a job at the aquarium, I can see the babies whenever I want!" The young Deep Ones at the Freedom City aquarium, now being educated by volunteer teachers, were one of Aquaria's favorite topics. "Maybe you can get a job there moving the heavy stuff, or painting all the art there and we can be work buddies who don't have to wear orange!"- 115 replies
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"Bozhemoi!" exclaimed Frost as he stared at the PDA. "Do you know what this means? It means we are behind Americans in technology once again. Pfaugh!" He looked away disgustedly, staring at the building, then seemed to shrug. "Is quite a magical anomaly from what you describe. Good thing it is in hands of such fine fellows as us, eh?" He patted Isaac on the shoulder, his grip distinctly cold despite multiple layers between them. "Well, have fallen into gateways to magical hellholes before. Once spent two years in Hungry Hells! Such a time that was. Will give a shout if all is well inside. Perhaps we can purchase knick-knack paddywhacker if is real establishment." As Stormcrow watched, Frost casually strolled up to the store, his feet squeaking on the wooden steps and ancient porch as if he was about to fall right through. But there were no other disturbances, magical or otherwise, and after a few moments of looking around Frost walked right through the swinging doors before sticking his head out and saying, "Might as well come in!"
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Character Name: Crossbow Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: +3 Attack / -3 Damage, -2 Defense / +2 Toughness (+1 Def/-1 Toughness pre-vamping) Abilities: 4 + 4 + (-10) + 2 + 0 + 6 = 6PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: --- Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 24/14 (+7/+2) Combat: 14 + 8 = 22PP Initiative: +6 Attack: +7, +13 Crossbow Grapple: +9 Defense: +8 (+4 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -11, -10 flat-footed -7, -6 flat-footed vs. blessed/holy, fire, or magic Saving Throws: 3 + 5 = 8PP Toughness: +12 [imp 10] (+10 Protection [imp 10], +2 Defensive Roll), +10 [imp 10] flat-footed +8 [imp 6] (+6 Protection [imp 6], +2 Defensive Roll), +6 [imp 6] flat-footed vs. blessed/holy, fire, or magic Fortitude: --- Reflex: +5 (+2 Dex, +3), Evasion Will: +5 (+0 Wis, +5) Skills: 52R = 13PP Bluff 8 (+21) SM Diplomacy 8 (+21) SM Gather Information 3 (+16) SM Intimidate 0 (+13) SM Knowledge (Popular Culture) 4 (+5) Language 1 (English [native], Old Church Slavonic) Notice 4 (+4) Perform (Singing) 8 (+10/+15) SM Sense Motive 8 (+8) Stealth 8 (+10) Feats: 20PP Attack Specialization (Crossbow) 3 Connected Contacts Defensive Roll Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus 4 Elusive Target Evasion Improved Initiative Quick Draw (Draw) Second Chance (Interaction Skill Resistance) Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Gather Info, Intimidate) Taunt Well-Informed Ultimate Save (Will) Powers: 11 + 8 + 12 + 1 + 3 + 6 + 30 + 12 + 4 + 3 = 91PP Daisy's Influence 5 (10 points; PF: Alternate Power) [11PP] BE: Enhanced Charisma 10 (Vampiric Presence; to 24/+7) {10/10} AP: Mind Control 10 (Vampiric Domination; Flaw: Sense-Dependent [sight]) {10/10} Device 2 (Costume, 10 points; Flaw: Hard to Lose) [8PP] Crossbow 0 (Variable Descriptor 1 [bludgeoning/piercing/slashing]) [1DP] Feature 7 (Buys Off Daylight Drawback) [7DP] Super-Senses 2 (Darkvision) [2DP] Device 3 (Crossbow, 15 points; Flaw: Hard to Lose) [12PP] Crossbow Array 7 (14 points; PF: Alternate Power) [15PP] BE: Blast 7 {14/14} AP: Speed 1 (10 MPH/100 FPM) {1} + Super-Movement 4 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall-Crawling 2) {8} {1+8=9/14} Drain Constitution 2 (blood drain; Flaw: Requires Grapple) [1PP] Enhanced Feats 3 (Daisy's Presence; Distract [intimidate], Fascinate [Diplomacy], Startle) [3PP] Enhanced Skills 24 (Daisy's Presence; Bluff +6, Diplomacy +6, Gather Information +6, Intimidate +6) [6PP] Immunity 30 (Fortitude effect) [30PP] Protection 6 (Superior Vampiric Fortitude; Extra: Impervious) [12PP] Protection 4 (Vampiric Resilience; Extra: Impervious; Flaw: Limited [not vs. blessed/holy, fire, or magic]) [4PP] Regeneration 6 (Recovery Bonus +5 [+0 total]; Resurrection 1 [week]; Flaw: Source [blood]) [3PP] Drawbacks: (-3) + (-7) = -10PP Weakness (dependence on blood, must drink 3 Con points worth per day or suffer a -1 cumulative penalty on all checks, attack rolls, and Defense; common, moderate, 0pp) Weakness (holy symbols, stunned for one round by losing an opposed Charisma check; common, moderate, 3pp) Weakness (exposure to sunlight, destroyed in 10 rounds; uncommon, moderate; 7pp) Totals: Abilities (6) + Combat (22) + Saving Throws (8) + Skills (13) + Feats (20) + Powers (91) - Drawbacks (10) = 150/150 Power Points