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Mid-December, 2011 Murdock came home to a wrapped package waiting for him in his apartment office, fresh from a shift at HAX. It was something of a surprise; he didn’t get a lot of mail at his Lincoln apartment. Usually when people wanted to talk to him, they’d simply seek him out, whether contacting him in person at his place of work, coming here, or summoning him directly to Freedom Hall. But this was a season for gift-giving, and from the colorful wrapping paper this was certainly a holiday gift. He silently walked up to his apartment, silent now that Satyr was spending most of his nights out with his many girlfriends. His putative roomate hadn’t made much of an impression on the place, and as the former Omegadrone sat on his creaking armchair, the Spartan rooms were much as they’d been when he’d begun to decorate them. The only real change had been the presence of Fulcrum’s cat, but even he generally avoided him when he didn’t want attention: the feline never really had warmed up to the former Omegadrone, though he did consent to tangle his way between Murdock’s legs and purr when he wanted food. The cat was sleeping by the radiator now, enjoying the warmth. “TO SM: THANKS FOR YOUR HELP WITH THE LUNAR SITUATION. THOUGHT YOU’D APPRECIATE THIS PRESENT FROM THE FARSIDERS. CAREFUL; IT’S POTENT!: STAR KNIGHT†Hmming, he unwrapped the box and found inside a single large bottle, its sides cold to the touch, the fluid inside a mysterious green. He carefully removed the cork from the cloudy glass, judging the consistency of the fluid within, and immediately realized what it was. He’d drunk alcohol before; even on Nihilor, making a still was one way to make yourself a king in the Black Ghetto, and between Satyr and the friends at Champions who had occasionally passed a flask around the dish line, he’d had plenty here too. But nothing so far had affected him; the cybernetic alteration of most of his organs having rendered him largely immune to Earthly intoxicants. With few material needs, he generally donated things gifted him to the local homeless shelters, but this was...hmm. He sniffed the fumes wafting from the bottle’s mouth and blinked. Just how potent was the Farsider brandy? He got up, chair creaking beneath him as he rose, and took out one of his mismatched glasses, this one a Champions mug with the logo worn away. He thought for a moment, and poured himself a drink, his apartment as ever silent but for the purring of the cat and the rumbling of equipment deep down in the basement. He raised the mug to his lips, took a sip, and all but choked as green fire slipped down his throat. This was nearly pure alcohol, but with flavor all the same, and potent enough that even he had noticed it! Well, he couldn’t just donate this, not when it might poison a human who drank it, and his curiosity had now been piqued. He took bottle and mug and sat down before his television, flipping through channels before he found one of the many Christmas movies that aired this time of year. He had nothing better to do, not until his departure for Sancturary in a few days, and the chance to sit back and drink was not an experience he often had.
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She can't pass that, but I'll roll to see how badly she's caught. 20 Not a bad roll given her very low Reflex save, but it's still enough to catch her. Madame Zero is bound and helpless.
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Mystery solved!
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You guys will have no trouble with these losers. Are you going to knock Greta out, or just take out the thugs directly bothering you?
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It wasn't tough to find Aryan Angel, the rig-turned-super-villain stronghold turned derelict wasn't heavily populated. Just inside the first door that Wander threw open, they found the blonde songstress turned supervillain, Greta having changed out of her skimpy costume into a more comfortable (perhaps on many levels, if she was the fascist spy from another dimension they suspected she was) long-sleeved black shirt and jeans: and so did her minions, the half-dozen thugs in similar garb who were in the room with her. That also answered the question of who was doing the beating: the lead thug had just landed a solid punch to Greta Ratner's midsection, seemingly the last in a series of blows given the artistic bruising scattered across the young woman's cheeks. The room was full of papers and material, maps of Freedom City posted on the walls, various city landmarks marked with spots, and a scattering of neo-Nazi paraphenalia everywhere. Gasping from the last punch, Greta managed to yell "Get them!" And sure enough, the half-a-dozen thugs in the room, each with the shaved heads and tattoos of neo-Nazis, actually did try and engage the members of the Liberty League in hand-to-hand combat, shouting white supremacist battlecrys of ultimate Aryan vengeance!- 60 replies
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ic Can I Borrow A Cup of Adventure? (IC)
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Mark breathed a sigh of relief at Erin's suggestion, he'd been worried she would take the opportunity of shopping in Paris to go buy an expensive dress. He wasn't supposed to go around making Euros, there were laws against that, and he doubted the money he had in his wallet would have covered anything fancy. But tourist shopping was well within his budget, and so they walked by several kiosks to look things over. "Ooh, or how about this?" Mark suggested. Producing a black beret from a nearby rack, he put it on Erin's head; luckily it turned out to fit absolutely perfectly. "You look great!" he said, pointing it out in a mirror. "And so French!" Just behind her, though, Mark spotted something bizarre happening: the street behind her bowing up and out in a growing bubble of asphalt, the people on the sidewalk pointing and exclaiming in alarm at the sight of the Champs Elysees breaking! Suddenly, from beneath the street, there erupted a bizarre sight: some thirty or forty hideous humanoids, their faces white and their clothes an eerie mix of black and white, their movements silent and their evident purpose sinister as they scuttled towards the shoppers on the street. Without hesitation, Mark put himself between Erin and the oncoming horde and yelled "Oh crap, I forgot to give Erin and Trevor their communicators! What's your parents number!?!" Seconds later, the phone in the White house rang.- 118 replies
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"I have seen abandoned children before," replied Caradoc, his armored hand on the tank as he watched the fish-babies swim around, happy enough in their new home despite the emergency measures that had been used to put them there. "I could not see them here. Not even these." He took his hand away and turned back to Fleur. "I am sorry I told no one, Fleur de Joie. I had thought that freeing them would be taken poorly by the League. But the deed is done, and they have lived. And they will go on living, safe in the protection of this place. The deed was worth doing." He nodded at that, looking as satisfied as anyone behind an opaque faceplate could be. "I should return to my duties in, uh, Avalon now," he added, shaking the hand of the man he hadn't met before. "I am glad you both were there today."
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Luckily, most of the reporters seemed especially interested in taking pictures of Mara first, Joan Collier making sure to egg her fellows along. "Hey, we've got Daedalus out of costume here, you better get all the pictures you can!" It looked like the press conference was about wrapping up, and they wanted to take care of business while they could. With the moment of sanity that got her, Joan got in close to Ellie. "We're going to need something for attribution," she said frankly to Ellie, having guessed that whatever the girl's story was, she wasn't interested in having it broadcast by some of Joan's less ethical fellows, "and you want it from me. Don't get me wrong, we're all sea monsters here, but I'm the one who doesn't eat kids for standing up for themselves." She smiled thinly.
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Fleur: 20 Madame Zero: 12 Rene: 9 Weaver: 4 Thugs: 3 Fleur is up. Fleur and Weaver, take an extra HP because a kid is involved.
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ooc Change Is Necessary for Growth [OOC]
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Gimmie some initiative, folks.
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Through great good luck, the nearest plant turned out to be an ornamental pot where some herbs were growing just a few feet away from Saied's position on the fire stairs, giving the heroes a chance to rendezvous with each other before they went to engage Madame Zero. That lady seemed to have abandoned her plans to attack the first apartment she'd approached, instead walking out to the center of the plaza between the apartments, right in the middle of the block. She evidently wasn't suspecting serious superheroic resistance, not with her thugs breaking off to secure the doors to each building, Saied's included. Instead, she spoke, the ice all around her vibrating to the sound of her voice. "You all know who I am. Some of you," she added challengingly, "know why I'm here. If you come out now and bring what I want, the ice will go away and your neighborhood will be safe. I know you may have fought some little super-thugs, twenty years ago, but you've never fought anyone like me before If not, you're going to find out what a REAL supervillain can do!" No sooner had she said that, though, than a torrent of blankets and sheets came descending on her at Weaver's command, burying the supervillain beneath a pile of cloth that thoroughly blocked her view of the world: most of her thugs were under cover and impossible to hit from this angle, but the lady herself was truly blinded. For now.
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"Oh, I'm pretty good at making friends wherever I go," said Mark with a little wink. Sometimes strange things happened to those friendships, but it was best not to dwell on that. "I believe in reaching out and embracing all the opportunities of life, even the ones you didn't expect to find when you got up that morning." He put his head on his hands, studying her. "You know, I've got some euros even after paying for this, and my friends will call us if your parents need you. What do you say we go shopping in one of these little stores? You can take a present home from Paris."- 118 replies
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That got a laugh from the journalists, even the one who'd asked the question and been the target of Jill's barbed tongue. No one really expected people to answer the question "Are you a superhero?", and a funny answer was better than no answer at all: it made for better copy, and what else were journalists after. The worst that seemed to happen was lots of attention paid to both Mara and Ellie, cameras flashing and snapping, and seemed to make a fine end to the press conference as the interviewee and her people made their escape into the building, where dignitaries were in the capable hands of the rest of the security staff. "I have been thinking," Murdock was murmuring to Erin, "perhaps we should try to introduce Archimedes and Charlie. I worry he will grow unsocial in Mona's absence."
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"Really, I'm lucky to have the friends I do," said Mark, finishing the story of Young Freedom and their many adventures. "I know I can always count on my teammates to be there for me, whatever situation we're in and however bad things are. If it wasn't for them," he said honestly, sitting over his second cup of coffee as he gazed over the table-top candle into Erin-Prime's eyes, "I wouldn't be the man, much less the hero, I am today." Glad that he'd gotten them both out of the way of the people in Seattle, he asked, "So, uh, have you made a lot of friends in college? It seems like a lot of the people I went to school with are still hanging around with people they knew in high school."- 118 replies
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Fleur de Joie's call to Siren got the Atlantean-allied Leaguer out to help with the Deep One infants, the long-time heroine's influence more than enough to get them into the Freedom City Aquarium with the children, gawkers being kept away by security as they headed into the building. "It'll be just like the old Coney Island nursery," speculated the scholarly hero as she helped Fleur deposit the toddlers into a huge tank full of salt water, where some hastily-gathered feeder fish and plants were waiting for them. "We'll take care of them, and let people see Deep Ones aren't all monsters either. I'll take charge of this," she told Fleur, Pyre, and Caradoc, giving the armored knight a suspicious look for a moment. "You three have done enough today."
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Avenger Assembled replied to Supercape's topic in Archived Characters
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"Destruction can be a good thing," replied Murdock. "A cancer. A forest fire. An Omegadrone." He thought for a moment about how to deal with the boy's concerns. "You cannot change the past. The dead cannot be brought back to life, the deeds of the Terminus cannot be undone." He spoke those words as if he'd memorized them a long time ago, and they came straight from the heart. "But you can do deeds that make you worthy of the abilities you have. If you spend your life lamenting the origin of your powers, lamenting being warped in the womb by Terminus radiation, then you will be simply be another victim. But if you use your abilities for good, you will master them, and thus be the master of your own fate."
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ic Change is Necessary for Growth [IC]
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"There's a difference between real and real," said Sharl, adjusting a moment when he realized what he'd said didn't make much sense at first. "Sure, all this talk about alien gods from other dimensions is just primitive nonsense, but that doesn't mean the stuff in the tanks is fake, or that the people here aren't using it to hurt kids. Hell, maybe there _is_ a Shub-Niggurath, some kind of extra-dimensional alien that's passing itself off as real the way those other 'gods' do. Just because these people are superstitious doesn't mean they're not true believers, or that they can't hurt us. I've fought their kind before." He thought for a minute. "We've got to tell Mr. Summers and get out of here. The last thing we need to be fighting is a school full of kids who are high on super-alien steroids."- 171 replies
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Caradoc walked out into the middle of the small square by the pier, his face hidden by the metal that surrounded his body. His metal shoulders tense, he bent down to study the place where a body had lain, now being circled in chalk. After several long seconds, he rose to walk back to the others. Quietly, so only the two heroes could hear, and heedless of the strange face (who, after all, had Fleur's backing), he said in a flat, pained voice "...I am not surprised to hear of Devil Ray's deeds. The piscine humanoids are not recognized as sentients by many on the surface, much less murderous criminals...that is why I released them into the bay during the invasion. I had hoped they would swim deeper into the ocean to reunite with their kin, but that seems to not have happened. This is my fault."
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ic Change is Necessary for Growth [IC]
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At the sight of the faulty computer, Citizen took a chance and stopped monkeywrenching the school's power grid, instead focusing on the primitive Earth machine and what secrets it had for him. He found those out by shoving his hand directly into the computer's access port, ignoring the terrestrial keyboard for Tronik speed and efficiency programmed into his emulator by Miss Americana. "Computer is monitoring the vats, brewing something called 'Mother's Milk.' Pretty hardy stuff, whatever it is. I could control the whole complex here." He pushed deeper, his hand sinking into the computer's hard drive as he did so, the pupils of his eyes shifting to a rapidly-shifting green color as he delved further and further into the system. "There's stuff here dating back almost ten years, to before they changed up the school to take kids with superpowers. Something about the Great Mother, her Dark Young...and that's where they're getting the 'Mother's Milk.' Yeah, it's some kind of mutagenic drug that warps people's flesh, makes their powers stronger...it's real detailed, too. They've been doing this for a while." His eyes focused on the computer, Sharl muttered a word in Lor that Indira recognized as a suggestion that the makers enjoyed sexual congress with their maternal parents. "They're some kind of alien cultists, dosing kids with this stuff to give them powers. Bet you anything she's selling them off to mercenaries, or pulling them into the cult. There's something deeper...I don't understand it," he said, calling up the Dark_Young.pdf on the screens so everyone could see it. "I guess this is their weird religious text or something? Maybe you guys will get it."- 171 replies
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ooc Change Is Necessary for Growth [OOC]
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30 Nice! Lemme know what Sharl finds, and I'll get an IC post up.- 193 replies
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The Shining Promise of Tomorrow (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Bayview
"OH, I AM ONLY HALF AZ BIG AS I WILL BEE," said the giant bee, bobbling embarrassedly in the air at the thought, oddly emotive despite being a thirty-foot insect. "BUT IF I WAZ ZO BIG ALREADY, I WOULD NOT BEE ABLE TO VIZIT CLAREMONT AT ALL, ZO IT IZ ALL OKAY." She made a noise that might have been a cough. "I AM ZORRY WE WILL NOT BEE ABLE TO ZHARE ZPAZE IN THIZ PLAZE," boomed the giant bee. "MAYBEE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO VIZIT ON MY HOME PLANET ON A FIELD TRIP, AND I WILL ZHOW YOU HOW A BEE LIVES!" With a few more kind words, the bee parted company with Glow, freeing her to explore the new campus that would be her home away from home. -
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Of course, before they could solve that problem, they had to trace the mysterious teleporter who had escaped them already that day. Once the body was in the capable hands of Dr. Atom, with Midnight providing the GPS coordinates, Edge's teleportation transported them to the abandoned oil rig where hopefully they would run their prey to ground! Midnight's teleport sensors tinged as soon as they arrived; not only was their prey from the fight at the concert here, but he or she hadn't gone very far. It was cold on the rig, the November winds rising off the sea chilly for those in the small group not accustomed to the weather. For half a moment, Mark remembered their battle in the future of that other timeline, working alongside the descendants of another Young Freedom to keep Omega from destroying the multiverse, but shook off that memory as they dealt with this new threat. "All right, team," murmured Edge, his costume adopting light brown and grey with a thought to match the colors of the rig where they were working. "Let's fan out and see what we can see..." Despite Mark's words, there came from inside the rig, where the crew quarters had once been but was now a corridor into darkness, the hard, unmistakable sound of blows! Peering down the corridor, the sharp-eyed Midnight could see evidence of reconstruction, where the abandoned supervillain apartments had been refurbished for human occupation; the fight, if that was what it was, was close, behind just the front door of the nearest room inside the rig proper. They were on a naked catwalk where they were, shielded from the door but not from the elements outside.- 60 replies
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