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"Oh, I did the math the other day, and I guess we'd be starting on Clara about, well, now if we were in that timeline." He looked down at his food for a moment, then back at Erin. "Weird to think about. I mean, I...I really don't want to have kids right now, that's for sure!" He didn't even add 'especially not with you', because that would have been rude. "It's just...I grew up thinking that there was an order to things, you know. To the universe, to our lives, to what happened...People had their role in life, even if it was a bad one, and things happened the way they were supposed to happen. Because they did, for me, all the time! But now...I don't know. I guess it's easier for me to think about one future, even if I know it won't happen, then admit I can't really control the future at all." He blushed. "Listen, I'm sorry, I know I don't have any right to complain. I've had some bad stuff happen, but I'm still really, really lucky. I just wish everyone else I love was lucky too."
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"I think we're safe from the you and me having kids thing," said Mark with a grin. Seeing that the subject had Erin legitimately unsettled, though, he sobered and went on. "I think that, in any timeline, Trevor and I are different enough that whatever mistakes we made there, you're not likely to make with him here. Trevor's a good man, and he won't...I got the feeling that the mistakes were on the other Mark's end. Even I noticed that she called _you_ Mom." He met her eyes and went on, "And you guys are really good together, seriously. I know all this is really weird and new, but I have a feeling you guys'll be fine. You guys are smart, you're in love, he's got that cool old house with the stuff underneath it...man, living there will be great! And c'mon, you can't have messed up more relationships than me, right? You never got bit on the butt by anything, and you never had somebody get all weird on you like Faith did, and your boyfriend's not going to be a super-villain."
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"Insurgents! Feh, I hate insurgents." Frost dissolved into icy fog and mist in the middle of the Humvee, only two glowing red eyes visible of what had been his face. The Frost-cloud hovered above the Humvee and seemed to grow towards one side of the roadbed, rising up to _envelop_ a whole bank of rooftops and leaving behind it frozen guns and shivering, paralyzed men falling into the edge of hypothermia, their bodies covered in ice in the middle of a hot desert day. He didn't make cold, he drained heat, the energy pouring into the dimensional rift that was at the very core of his essence He was about to turn to grapple the other side of the road when he saw the living storm pour its way into Cannonade's vehicle. "Come to me, desert wind!" he called as he poured off the Humvee and began floating there. "Let us see if the frosts of the tundra can freeze even your fiery heart!"
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"I am no mortal," replied Frost, his distaste for the God of Lies suitably displaced by his feelings about the flesh-eating snake-fiends of Aztec lore. "And neither, you will find, are most of these others." He began taking off his heavy gloves, flexing white-blue fingers underneath, as he moved to put his very resilient body between the fallen godling and those who wanted his flesh. "Whatever crimes Set has committed and I have no doubt they were both legion and egregious, this is no world where men can be dragged away to torture and punishment by powers beyond those of mortals, whether those powers represent Assemblage or otherwise. Go from this place and tell your masters they must look elsewhere. There is no sun for you to devour here, nor warm summer days of blood and slaughter. Instead, you will find the cold embrace of wintery defeat should you tarry. The Sun has set on your empire."
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"That's creepy," Citizen pronounced, suddenly fed up with this weird situation and these weird creatures. "You're creepy, this whole thing is creepy," he said, pointing to the weird extra-dimensional creatures. "Listen, I don't know what you are, but trust me, as weird and wrong as a lot of things about this city are, the people here seem to like it and you can't just fly in and make them live the way you want." He threw up his hands. "Look, I know where you're coming from. It's weird how everyone dresses differently here, and it's confusing how everyone looks different, but it's really not that bad once you get to know it, and it's actually kind of cool. So anyway, she's the diplomatic one, so I'll just say you need to get out of this dimension and go back to whatever vibrational plane of conceptual conformity you came from. C'mon now," he said with a wave, "let's go."
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They made arrangements for Sharl to come over that weekend, giving Eliza plenty of time to 'introduce' him to her parents. Over the next couple of days, he thought about bringing the subject of intimate relations up with Gina, but decided against that. He was pretty sure Gina had sex, since Steve was staying over at her place all the time now and he'd caught them together that one time he tried not to think about, but she was like his cool, albeit angry, big sister, and he didn't particularly want to hear advice from her about sex, just as he was pretty sure she didn't want to hear him answering those kinds of questions. He did make arrangements for Koshiro to cover for him the night he was planning to stay very late at Eliza's, using the same kinds of tactics that Sharl had used when Koshiro was making his solo expeditions into town. Though Koshiro was a bit surly at the news, Sharl still got a high-five for his plans before the afternoon he headed over to Eliza's place before the dinner hour one Saturday night. He was carrying with him a no-fooling paper book of all things, an Intro to Computer Science that would be easy enough to explain as something he was an expert on, and had dressed conservatively in a white shirt and slacks, just the thing to impress a girl's parents. Surely this would work.
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"Ah, damn, where's Knorozov when you need him..." None of the languages of the natives of North America were spoken by Comrade Frost, an omission that would surely be a problem today. "Tzitimitl," he said after a moment's recollection. "Fertility deities who eat men's flesh when there is eclipse, and attempt to devour Sun itself." He shrugged. "Aztecs were strange people, what can I tell you? This is not even the strangest thing they once knew. Fine conversationalists and protectors of women in labor when they are not provoked. But they are often provoked. Imagine serpentine midwives who hunger for manflesh with divine power at...well, explain later." He shot a look at Set and Sekhmet, evidently waiting for an explanation. "If they have come to Earth, it is not for any easy business. Suggest we prepare ourselves." He thought for a moment, then said, "Sutekh, they wouldn't be working for Apep, hmm? Snakes that devour Sun that they are."
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"Excellent," replied Comrade Frost, adjusting his parka unconsciously as he looked around the room. He walked up to the linked native devices and rested a gloved hand against them, feeling the electric heat of the metal beneath. "We could destroy these and return to our dimension, leaving only ashes and frozen steel in our wake. Even if the technology can be rebuilt, which I am skeptical of given what we have seen here, we would have demonstrated that we are not to be trifled with. But I am loathe to leave these people to their fate, not to mention leaving such an enemy left uncaptured." He turned back to the others. "So, what should we do, hmm? I suggest we find local inhabitants and gain some idea of reality of this place. If all are like Annabelle, it will..clarify our task some. And then there is contacting authorities outside of forest..."
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"You are very pretty young man," said the old woman with a smile as she patted Mark on the knee, sitting close to him on her musty old couch as they poured over creaking old photo albums that showed in black and white the inner circle of the Ubersoldaten at the start of World War II. "You remind me of your grandfather Jimmy. Now there was a pretty young man, I tell you, I remember when we captured him and Freedom Eagle and he told me, "Fraulein, if you get me out of these trap, I will get you into this-" Luckily, Mark was saved from a dire fate indeed by by Cannonade's message, and he briefly excused himself to talk on his communicator in the Bavarian-style kitchen. "Nothing, nothing of interest here," he said with a little cough, glancing through the passthrough at the frail old woman was leafing through her old photo albums with a look of great interest on her face. Mark had an eye for lovely women, and he could see in the frail old German emigre the tall, athletic Jaegerin who had gone from would-be Olympian in 1940 to super-soldier for her native Austria. Her lack of superpowers meant she had avoided prosecution afterwards, having presented herself as a commando in a mask rather than something more sinister. "Hannah Schmidt may have the biggest private collection of Ubersoldaten gear in Freedom City, but I don't think she's a likely theft risk. This house looks like any other senior citizen's place and she's been off the bad guy radar for thirty, forty years...."
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Getting in advance: Free action: turn insubstantial Move action: fly out of the Humvee Standard action: Frost will attempt to aim his targeted area cone attack so that it sweeps the rooftops without actually hitting the people inside the buildings. I'll have him All-Out Attack +2 and take 10 vs minions, so that's an effective to-hit of 20 for, let's say the left side. Let me know how that goes, and if that's possible.
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"Better to deal with it now than in weeks when mountain caves in and takes ocean with it," said Frost seriously, peering above the treeline with narrow red eyes, as if trying to stare his way through all the solid rock beneath them by sheer force of will. As the transports roared in from the carrier, their engines briefly cutting down on conversation, he shouted, "Suggest we gather what we need and go there directly! No time for delays, but cannot fight monster on island with civilians around. Is bad fortune." Memories of his previous trip to Kaiju Island were still not far from his mind as he paced, sand crunching under his soft leather boots. "If creature is summoned to the surface, can it be confronted?" he inquired of the others. "Or would that simply trigger cataclysm we all seek to avoid? Confrontation through solid rock will be thornier problem than in open air."
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4004354/ Arcane Lore vs. NC = 22
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"You both are simply delightful," said Frost, clapping his gloved hands together. "I only wish this day had come years ago. You will pardon their manners, I hope," he said to the actual Freedom League members, "gods do not have the experience of mortal world to know enough of mortal politeness. There must have been great crisis above for Set and Sekmet to so descend; even Horus had to come long way back in old times." He hmmed, putting a hand on his chin. "Porheps it would be better to take them to Freedom Hall, or the satellite above it, so that they can tell their story in more detail. Boy Set can tell us his plans to be a great hero, and Sekmet can tell us what he has lately done." He turned to Nick Cimiterie and his eyes lit up. "Ah, delightful, delightful. So I am not only practioner on scene, eh? Tell me, Nick, what do you think of this turn of events?"
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"Hey, neat! Well, I guess I can understand that, there's only so many things a space robot can do to pass the time in Freedom City. If Redbird wasn't bored, you guys would probably not have the free time to settle down together anyway. So that's cool. And I think it's really great you guys are moving in together like that. You make a good couple. Just don't tell Trevor I said that," he added with a laugh. He fell silent for a moment, thinking, then went on, "You know, I think about that timeline we went to during graduation a lot. You know, the terrible future one where Freedom City was gone and you and I had hooked up and had a kid?" The restaurant was noisy enough that luckily Mark's words vanished beneath ESPN beyond their table. "There wasn't any real risk of that happening here, but we've both been lucky to skip a lot of mistakes most people our age make. So good for us."
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Frost, at least, seemed to recognize the leonine interloper. "She Who Mauls! How delightful to see you as well among the mortals." And no Horus in sight? Are we to be denied him as a teenager? Ah, life is full of many small tragedies. Comrade Frost put his hands in his ample pockets and held back a chuckle at great effort. Ah, young people. "Whatever grudge you have with this young fellow, you should not be solving it here. League would happy to transport you both to Giza, I am sure. It..." He hesitated, then admitted, "Though you know, I had some fun at Sutekh's expense, but if some disaster has intervened to transform Helipolitans into adolescents, we will offer you what assistance we can." Frost shrugged, all cold mist to Sekhmet's desert heat.
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Comrade Frost Gather Info DC 10 Comrade Frost is an ice-controlling Russian superhero DC 15 He is currently attached to the Freedom League as a liaison from the Peoples' Heroes. DC 20 Frost is quite old, and was active as far back as the Second World War. He is not actually a cold controller, but a thermovore. Knowledge (Arcane Lore) DC 10 Frost's powers are magic, though not spells. DC 15 Frost is a famous magic hero - the only Soviet mystic specialist for many, many years. DC 20 Frost's powers derive from channeling the icy cold of Nifleheim. DC 25 Frost is the living dead, a draugr of Norse lore animated not by a thirst for blood but by a thirst for heat. Knowledge (History) DC 10 World War II was particularly brutal on the Eastern Front, with the conflict between superhumans especially nasty. DC 15 Comrade Frost is the only surviving member of the WWII-era incarnation of the Peoples' Heroes. DC 20 Frost has been an active super-agent for first the Soviet, then the Russian government, since the 1940s. DC 25 Frost has traditionally been involved in magical crises of one kind or another over the years.
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Mark shook his head immediately. "No way, she'd never do that. Nina and her father have a weird relationship, but she loves him. She thinks he's a great man, and a great ruler of his people. A lot of the time she tries to convince _me_ to move to Socotra permanently, since I can just warp my way back home if I need to." He sighed. "It's because she's the youngest, I think. The older kids like Morakot grew up in the old days when Typhoon was always fighting supervillains, or looking for a new wife, or something like that, but as long as she's been alive, she's been the youngest, and he's always been there for her. She's never seen him with the mask off. Well, I mean, she's seen him with the mask off, that would be really weird, but not the "not-such-a-bad-guy" mask." He smiled a little. "She does admit she would like not having to bow to him so much, so at least there's that. So, tell me more about you and Trevor," he suggested. "You guys have been together a long time too..."
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"She's got two more years. She settled on metahuman studies for her major, finally, so she'll have a real degree when she goes back to Socotra." He grinned at Erin, though he didn't punch her back. "And that's the thing, all those were just a passing fling, one way or another. But this is...different." He shrugged. "I know she can be kind of a jerk when we socialize, but that's just how she acts around other people. When we're together, she's a different person. Sometimes that's good, sometimes that's bad, you know how it is." When the food got there, they stopped talking for a few moments to eat before Mark went on. "You know, it's kind of funny. For all that her family talks about being royal, their lineage doesn't go back any further than her dad. I think that's why they overcompensate sometimes, since most of the Socotran royal family thing is just stuff Typhoon made up in his head."
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Edge wound up with Gorrell's team, for all that the urge to just go there himself was quite strong. But he knew that he was part of a larger organization now, and that meant that he had to work as part of a team. Showing up by himself without the rest of his team around him would only confuse everybody, not to mention him, and leave him without any idea of what he was supposed to be doing. "If you tag the equipment caches here with GPSs, I can get them set up over at the engineering site." The sad part was, though Mark had occasionally pushed his powers to the point of repairing bodies, it was incredibly dangerous work - he was far better at building then mending.
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"I will take moment to prepare myself," said Frost as he rose to his feet. "I have some experience dealing with hostile dimensions overrun by uncontrolled growths, though plants in California will be entirely new to me. Best if we have way to keep in touch with each other and with magical realms in dimension we visit. Back in one minute." He headed for the small room he had turned into his office during his liason assignment and began digging for supplies, pulling together the magical arsenal that would make it possible to reach Hel, Nergal, and the other gods with whom he had had dealings over the years. Even in another dimension, the words would be the same, though they would only know him at a remove.
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"The sky back home is nothing like the sky here," he said reflectively. "Our sun is always up, even if you can't see it most of the time, and it's green instead of blue. You have to be way up on a sector roof to see it at all, but when you do it's like no other world I've heard about. Even if it's only real to us," he admitted with a thin smile. Moving on to the much more attractive possibilities of getting to see much more of Eliza, he went on, "OK, do you think I should meet them first? If they know me, know I'm your boyfriend, maybe they won't think it's weird if we're hanging out together...you know." Sharl wasn't really up on most relationship details, but he was a quick study. "For school."
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Gah! Citizen hung back, letting Temperance take point in what was definitely a crisis in her wheelhouse. The bizarre uniform diversity of the crowd made the Tronikian, still deep in his bones used to a world where everyone looked and mostly acted the same, feel deeply uneasy even beyond the already bizarre circumstances they were all dealing with. "We already have a city," he told the figures in his best authoritative Miss Americana voice. "I have two, for that matter. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He looked around, frowning. "Everything here looks strange. Is that your doing?"