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ic The Old Girl Is Dying On Her Feet (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Bayview
"Sorry, Bryant," said a suitably abject-looking Holly, shooting a glance over at her brother before looking back at her mom. She certainly looked and felt sorry, which was a good start, but she was a little too old to be convincing with the sad face she shot her mother before she looked down at her dinner plate to eat. "I not Grandpa," Bryant muttered, awfully subdued for a four year old, "I _Bryant_." "I'll be on my best behavior," Richard promised his son seriously. "Dad's honor." He couldn't exactly promise on Scout's honor, anyway. "Don't rush to make me a great-grandma, Willy," said Anna, relaxing a little as she dug into her own casserole. "You got a long life ahead of you, and the last thing you want is get tied down too early." -
"Is this new?" asked Daystar suddenly. She shot a reassuring look at Ashley (whose expression was impossible to read behind the helmet but from her body language wasn't happy) and reached out to touch Matt's arm. "It looks like makes you strong. That's good. We all need to be strong. You know," she said kindly, "mah powers mean Ah can hear radio signals and send them out too. Is there somebody you want to call - like a policeman or a superhero?" For her part Ashley was not happy at all but she backed Judy's play, hand on her weapon as she studied the scene.
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ic Auspicious Season (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
The footfalls grew louder and louder, and a new figure entered the scene from behind them. This one was another zombie, but perhaps the best-preserved of any they'd seen - he looked more like a freshly-drowned corpse in a tattered black uniform with staring, bulging eyes as he raised a thin white finger to point at the witch. In accented but understandable English, "You see! You see, I told you the end would come for you! You _fiend!_" "He doesn't know, the poor dearie," said the witch with another smile. "I am but the the first of many, and the last of the old way. I will punish them for their failure before it happens, after it happens, and for all time." Turning to her interlocuter, she said, "Really now, Captain Schneider, are you so eager to die the Final Death, and earn the fate you deserve?" "Listen not to die Hexe's lies! I do not know what manner of being you are - but she must be destroyed!" And with that he pulled a rusted pistol from its holster - and fired! -
All the shots were fired by AEGIS agents. She would have to actually analyze their weapons to determine which is which and she was not given them by the agents. She can determine that the shot into the Patriot looks 'wild', a through-and-through the sides of the head, as if someone shot him from the hip. It was fired by someone standing at the same level as him. The shots into Keres were fired with deliberate precision, tightly clustered in the head and torso like a target at a firing range, fired down into him as he was prone or against a wall and they were standing. Only one person shot the Patriot, two people shot Keres.
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Richard took a minute to puzzle that one over, his eyes wide. He wasn't sure exactly how it worked with robots and such, but he was pretty sure he understood the details of what Miss Americana was describing. "Well that's how it is with kids," he said sincerely. "The moments where you're really proud of them, it's when you realize they've gone past you. I'm glad he turned out to be okay." He thought of his own kids and decided he'd maybe run home at the end of the interview just to see what was up. "So, the Curator today - we haven't heard anything from him in a while, I know. What's his story?"
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Angelic had come out of hiding when it became clear the pirates weren't about to come into the powder hold after her. She moved slowly along the deck, securing herself by driving the sharp blades at the end of her metallic wings into the wood as she went, step by step. There were no radio signals here or anything else, no connection to the technological civilization that was her home. Only that maddening ticking sound which was trivially easy to connect to the story that had brought it, and Pan, to her native dimension. She stalked up onto the deck and stuck out her hand to grab the wheel, the wood cracking in her steel-hard grip. "Pan!" she shouted. "We have to turn it!"
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Lucy charged up close until she seemed to be almost within reach of the teens, then sank to her knees on the metal deck of the cargo bay, first in front, then in the back. It was still an intimidating scene, the great big-eyed wooden elephant much much larger than her organic counterparts, her tusks so close that Danica and Pan could practically touch them as she hemmed them in against the door, but for now she wasn't interested in trampling them. Suddenly, though, she lashed out with her wooden trunk and picked Danica up by the midsection! Wood creaking under her weight, it lifted her high in the air over its head, emergency lights still flashing red across the whole scene...
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SM for me, 20s for both.
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"Well, that's hard," Judy admitted. She considered just a moment before walking right up to the lizard-boy and taking his hand, her glowing smile impossibly radiant. "Sometimes you have to fight, and there's no getting around that. There are people who, however many times you turn the other cheek, will always keep trying to hit you." She closed her glowing eyes for just a moment, squeezing them tight, then opened them to smile. "But what you have to do is look for the helpers. No matter how alone you feel, someone is always going to be there for you. And that someone is Jesus-" She turned towards the strange-looking cyborg boy nearby as he struggled with Luke, frowning as she wondered exactly what he was doing - and then she heard a noise from behind her as Ashley sprinted across the street, chest heaving, and without a word interposed herself menacingly between Judy and Matt. "Back the hell off!" "You must be Matt," said Judy suddenly, her energized voice resonant. "It's all right, Ashley, he can't hurt me."
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"That's good to hear," said Richard automatically. "I know people haven't always been that understanding when there's an alien invasion." He definitely was not going to mention her Omegadrone husband - how did that even work? It wasn't really worth thinking about. "That's something I didn't quite understand. We talked with Citizen by phone from Vancouver and he used those words "sacrificing his consciousness" about what happened to him during the invasion. He actually said if I had any questions, I should ask you about it." This was certainly true; Miss A knew it from the report she'd gotten of Richard's interview with Sharl.
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Lefty and Jubat looked at each other for a moment, then seemed to shrug. "Ugh, I'll deal with this with the Cap'n," said Jubat. "Just do what you have to do!" "Get in there!" said Lefty, hitting a button by the side of the door with her tail. "And get ready!" As the teens darted inside (as quickly as they could, anyway), they were confronted by a scene out of madness. Lucy the Elephant was very much moving, trumpeting madly from her flexible wooden trunk, and stamping about the place in a fury. She spotted the heroes as the door shut behind them and bore down on them with a sudden bellow, charging at them like the maddened creature she seemed to have become!
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"That's really great. Talking about struggles with mental illness or addiction are just as heroic as anything else, because then you're showing people they're not alone. There was room for plenty of questions about Miss Americana and her history here - but as tempting as it was to talk to the pretty lady about herself all day, there was the show to film. "Changing subject a little bit. As one of the world's greatest scientists, I know you've worked closely with r-synthetic beings like Citizen and Angelic, and of course you're operating a robot body as we speak. Have you ever felt like the Day of Wrath changed anything for synthetic life?"
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That's not so good, but I'll hold off till we get the adjudication on that before I post!
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"We'll do just that. We kept meaning to get up into space for the show, but..." He twirled his sunglasses in his hand for a moment, then decided that however pretty and trustworthy Miss Americana was, that wasn't something he needed to open up to her about, especially not with the cameras rolling. "So you went out into space looking for your future husband! That's a pretty great story!" He grinned, then asked curiously, "With how your...powers work, how did that actually work?" He knew enough to know that she wasn't a human being riding around in a Miss Americana suit, but how exactly Miss Americana function was beyond him. It turned out she wasn't just a really pretty robot after all the way he'd heard, he knew that much.
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The bad news was - the hanger doors were locked and guarded. The good news was, the guards didn't seem to be paying attention to them at all. This area was the source of the emergency alert, it seemed, lights flashing and a siren blaring, and the two guards were staring at the door. Jubat and Lefty again; jeez, surely this ship had more than just the four adults in it, didn't it? "Oh jeez, honey," said Lefty, pointing a scaly hand at the arriving teens. "It's the kids again. Aren't you supposed to be up in the schoolroom?" "Oh they probably got bored of all the little kid games there, amirite?" asked Jubat, with the ingenous smile of an adult talking to advanced grade schoolers; albeit a stressed one. "Hey we actually could use your help while you're here. Do you remember any grownups telling you how to calm your god when she gets angry?" From the other side of the door came the distinct, impossible sound of a bellowing elephant, and a thump, as if a large object had hurled itself against the door.
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Richard waited, and waited for another moment, then said "Aw, man, you can't leave me hanging like that!" He grinned. "Come on, not even a little hint for our viewers about where the rescue team got the spaceship?"
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'if you can shut it down, shut it down now. we can talk later about-' - Patriot? 'no, i - you - you bastard! what did you do to him?' - Gonzalez 'well well well agent, what would your superiors say if they knew what you just-' - Keres 'go to hell you son of a bitch' - Sadler 'dammit what did you do?' - Bonham 'he flipped him! he flipped the Patriot!' - Sadler 'my god...if they could do that to him, then...' -Gonzalez
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Can we get a Sense Motive check to get his intentions? They both have 20 on that.
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A few weeks after the events of Everything They're Asking For And More It had been an eventful few weeks of show prep, interrupted by chaperoning Holly's very first trip to Sanctuary with the rest of her Claremont class and Bryant waking up with one of those high fevers that goes and comes quickly in small children. But Richard and Paige had gotten a lot done despite all of that. They'd talked a little bit about their respective interviews, but they had been too busy to do their usual repeated comparing of notes. Some of what Richard had heard and seen had stuck with him, hanging like a dark cloud around his head as he sat at the dining room table, coffee in one hand and yellow legal pad with giveaway ballpoint pens in the other, writing names and question marks, a frown on his face.
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"You're damn right." He gave her a long kiss, arms around her waist, then smiled. "You know, I won't miss juggling a cross-country commute with one kid in boarding school and one kid in daycare." The plan at some point in their lives had been for it to be just one kid at this point, and that one almost ready to leave for college - but the two of them had always been very good at improvising. "That'll let me get hands-on with my favorite show." He zipped away, just long enough to turn off the lights.
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Richard thought for a minute, remembering The Rats of Nimh, which he and Paige had tried watching back in the day on acid. It hadn't gone well but at least nobody in the hotel had gotten hurt in the stampede. Can't ask her about what happened with the abductees, though, what's she going to say? "Oh yeah, my husband might have been altered by the Curator, sure." Might be worth looking into though. "As a friend of mine likes to say, space is really, really big. How were you able to find them in all that space?" He made a spreading gesture with his hands to demonstrated.
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Notice: Watchdog: 20 Daystar: 20 with Skill mastery
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Angelic looked uneasy for a moment; but the voices of Miss Americana and Dragonfly were like the voices of God and Her angels to the cyberteen, and so she went about her work, heading out of the room so she could access the tools Miss Americana needed. As for the accessing the Patriot's stored consciousness - or the programs that passed for it, depending on who you asked, proved simple and straightforward enough. Just as Miss Americana had seen during her last visit, this system had obviously been designed for ease of access. One thing they could all find was that there was no sign of outside tampering in the matrix; whatever was in here belonged to the original Patriot. It would take some time to download everything, though; this was not a fast system. An idea of what exactly they were looking for would help. Keres' system was if anything easier to access, which made sense: there weren't that many heroic technopaths to protect himself from. His files were slippery and multicoded, the kind of language that machines used when talking to each other rather than language humans wrote to talk to them. As easy as it had been to log in, his files were hard to access to from the sheer complexity of what lay inside. An idea of what exactly they were looking for would help. It was easiest to find recent audio first; audio so thick it was hard to tell who exactly was speaking. 'if you can shut it down, shut it down now. we can talk later about-' bang 'no, i - you - you bastard! what did you do to him?' 'well well well agent, what would your superiors say if they knew what you just-' 'go to hell you son of a bitch' and then bang bang bang, high-caliber ammunition tearing through Keres' frame, shutting down his consciousness. But robots do not sleep; and their ears keep working even when their brains are powering down. 'dammit what did you do?' 'he flipped him! he flipped the Patriot!' 'my god...if they could do that to him, then...' and then the signal finally powered itself down.
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Richard knew who Harrier was - they'd even reached out to the man for an interview. It was hard still, even almost thirty years on, remembering the chronic, sustained, unthinking cruelty they'd shown during both invasions, thinking of an Omegadrone as a man people loved. But he knew what it was like to be judged for who you were and what you had been, and the life he'd lived had in its own way been great at overcoming prejudice. All this passed through his mind quickly before he said, "Do you have any idea why those taken were spared?"
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Auspicious Season (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
You can all hear: The thudding of slow, ominous footsteps as they head towards the front of the ship, a singular figure walking with great weight and slow, deliberate purpose - those of you with magic-related super-senses can detect a collection of powerful necromantic magic coming your way!