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Talya glanced from her work at the slight grunt of discomfort from Erik, her concern well masked but present nonetheless, "Considering the way you're looking, I imagine there will be blame to go around," was her drawled response. When Ace passed the thief, she reached out to flick the back of his hat and tip it into his eyes, "That would be the longest pregnancy on record, you ass. I haven't been pregnant since your month long party in the nineteen seventies." The fact that Talya did not point out Ace's unsuitable nature as a parent despite her obvious pique might have been a hint to the nature of their mission - or at least her sensitivity to such matters. She wasn't one to miss a salvo in verbal skirmishes, after all. There was plenty else, however, to focus on at the moment but Talya paused by Erik's side, "We're all fine for the moment. Well, someone is kicking my ribcage in outrage but that's not exactly new. Dimitri, my love, how long d'you think it'll take to get home? How much time do you need bought, if Ace and Erik buy you a window?"
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Init: 14
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"Hey, Sparkler, get some air and give us a look around would ya?" Nighthawk said, straightening from her position against the wall as the scenario started up and cracking her knuckles. "You're most likely the one who can recognize whatever voo-doo apocalypse crap is going on. Reagent, you got my back, yeah?" She gave her room-mate's preferred code name a bit of extra stress, and paused despite the scenario to pat Fred's shoulder with a muttered, "Don't let him in your head. You're in control." She tipped her head towards Woodsman. "Watch the windows. If we've got some zombie scenario, you don't wanna be nabbed heading for a rooftop. If Sparkler spots a clear patch for you, though, might as well get in a good position?"
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Leilani blanched, but to her credit, the water lapping against her legs only hissed rather than turning to boiling froth. The sound, however, yanked Leilani out of the moment of panic and she took the time to focus and will the heat back down to wherever she drew it from. "That's me," she said, the pronunciation careful and the tone just a little tight. "Lost in'a storm in the 1960s." Hell, what were the odds that she'd run into some cousin, or nephew, she supposed, out here in Freedom City. Fate, it seemed, was determined not to let her hide from what had become of her family for ever. "Daughter of Mary Keil'i, outta Hilo. I washed up a few weeks ago on'a beach. Freedom League picked me up, thankfully."
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Robin was quiet but not silent as she took the steps down into the training room. For once, she'd left the ever present backpack behind in her dorm room which had less to do with trusting her surroundings and far more to do with dread at dealing with whatever Archer considered a final test. "S'me." She said as soon as she saw Riley's back, identifying herself automatically before she paused on the last step, her nerves clearly drawn tight. "It's you, right... not some sort'a... solid light pretend thing, right?" Robin asked, her voice low in the dark as she moved towards the side of the room automatically once she'd past the threshhold of the doorway.
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"That's fine," Talya said, her tone easy and relaxed. While she might have been merely placating, living with the blonde ex-spy had given him a great deal more insight into the micro-twitches that betrayed her emotions. At the moment, she was genuinely at easy, largely unconcerned with the location of the pistol in the new apartment and far more occupied with saying good bye to, if not a home, then an era of her long life. She paused before answering the final question, her blue gaze flicking over the roses that hadn't been transplanted to Min's garden and the unassuming two bedroom that had hid her secrets in Freedom City for almost eighty years. Silently, she reached out to lock the cottage door. When she turned back, it was with a small, private smile. "As I'll ever be."
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Robin danced and weaved in and out of the shadows that seemed zero'd in on her. "I can't hit smoke with anything. Gonna have to get maybe a torch or something along those lines," she commented in a grim undertone. Relying more on her ears than much else, she heard the whizz-tink of Riley's arrows and then the slightly different timbre of the line being shot towards the roof. Height was better than staying on the ground. "On your tail," she warned Riley since she knew better than to sneak up on him in the midst of a battle and found her own purchases to follow him up towards higher ground.
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Okay, well, Nighthawk still can't hurt the things she's fighting so I guess she will shift herself to be fully defense shifted with her feat and follow Riley up his line? I'll get an IC post saying that.
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Talya flipped the baton over in her hands as she considered whacking Ace upside the head for that crack alone. Second greatest legs, indeed. She was pretty sure they could abscond with Dimitri holding Ace over one shoulder. There was no mistaking the perturbed silhouette of Talya as she reappeared - thankfully at the vault door and not bludgeoning Ace about the head and shoulders. "You are SUCH an ass," came the testy British voice as she bent over to spin the dials on the massive vault door. Reaching up, Talya pulled a slender silver pin from her curls and inserted it between the tumblers with a deft touch despite her muted outrage. "And no one is going to agree with you, either. D'you have any idea the sort of trouble we've gone through to get here? I threw up on an Amazon's potted plant. Dimitri has bled all over the multiverse." The tumblers tripped over as she spun the last dial into place. "And Jack's not stabbed a single soul yet. I have half a mind to let him start with you. Ace Danger, you are the most insensitive and asinine of creatures." She straightened then, spinning around to prop her hands on her hips, in full on scold, "'Second best', indeed."
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"Ho brah..." she said, giving a small shake of her head to show that her presence in the city was a long, damn story and probably best told after he was off work. Leilani bobbed her head in agreement as she went to follow him towards the beach with sure, steady strokes. Once they were in shallow enough water to stand, she realized she'd not even offered so much as her name. "Where my manners... I'm Leilani. Leilani Keli'i. You?" She said as she turned towards the much larger Kimo.
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"Aloha," Leilani replied with a friendly smile of her own. "I'd ignore his fashion advice too, I think. You do you, yeah?" She gave a little wave as she turned around to take in the surroundings, pausing only to snort at Dimitiri's introduction, "I dunno if mistress is the right terms. Okay with the rock half of that equation and I fall outta the sky less often now but mastery is still on the horizon but hey, gotta have goals." She stopped her staring to turn her attention back on Kimber. "Champion surfer, though, I am that. I earned that title. The car wouldn't be so bad if not for all the other cars. I don't know how anyone gets anywhere in this place. So nice to meet you."
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Nighthawk dropped with lethal athletic grace to the wet alley and took a deep breath. The city wasn't familiar to her - she'd never strayed beyond Freedom City, but somethings were universal. Desperation. Filth. A little bit of urine. Alleys apparently were not all that different across the states. Reaching up towards her headset automatically as the whisper came across it she began to move, a streak of grey against the darker asphalt. Nighthawk was no speedster but her top speeds were faster than even peak human potential so it wasn't so very difficult to cut around and keep up with the boys on the roof tops. "Get ready to catch, Woodsman," her voice was low, a thread of humor running through the adrenaline high. Here, Nighthawk was in her element. She'd shed the discomfort, and tight laced control that dogged her at Claremont as her grey eyed gaze caught sight of the first knot of drug dealers at the edge of the street. "Gonna split 'm. Send a couple down the alley, scatter the rest." As soon as she'd announced her plan, she shoved into the light, leaping from dumpster into the midst of the knot of gangbangers with deliberate flash. Catching one by the shirt, she sent him flying into the dumpster that she'd just leapt over: a soft enough landing but also showy enough to scatter the knot of ne'er do wells into panicked flight.
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If I still need to do a thing, let me know!
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"I s'pose this is where I ought say something uplifting like 'it's never too late', but its often too late a lot of the time. Too much of the time," Renegade said in his usual laconic affect. At odds with his words, though, his wings flared out bright with holy light. "Too much of a pragmatist, me. If you want uplifting speeches, though, the young man in blue and white seems like he'd be keen for those." Extending his hands forward, Renegade's arms light with the same holy light that he sent coursing over, not towards the effigy of Roman but towards the injured and beaten priest. "But I'm gonna settle for 'not today'. Its not too late, right here, right now. D'you think that you'd cow me in the shadow of my Father's house?"
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Leilani turned at the movement in her peripheral vision although at the familiar cadence she promptly relaxed, "Aloha," she replied to the greeting. "Bit far from the islands, yeah? Don't think I overshot that much," she joked as she paddled to keep in place with the smooth, steady strokes of a practiced swimmer. "Nah, nah. I'm fine. Didn't mean to startle people. My landings, they aren't so good yet." It didn't take too much to realize that while she was bobbing up and down in the rougher waters, her companion might as well have been wearing a life jacket for how little he submerged with the waves. "That's a trick." She commented in appreciation. Water abilities sounded way better than setting everything on fire at the moment.
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Leilani hunched in on herself when there were yet more people inside the building, tucking her hands in the pockets of her cut off jeans. "So its a weird thing still to put a castle on the building, then," Leilani commented with some relief that was partly due to having reached the elevator and partly due to not having to learn yet another new fad. "I've never met anyone from Canada. I guess she's used to the cold then though." Her smile kicked up at one corner, clearly poking a little bit of fun at her erstwhile companion and as soon as the elevators dinged open, Leilani dodged inward to repeatedly press the 'door closed' button until they shut. She'd much rather be rude than risk cooking some poor business person in the private elevator if they happened to need to see someone in the castle. Although, to be entirely honest, it was also partially due to the fact that she was not by nature a patient sort of person. When the doors opened once more, Leilani was in just as big a hurry to leave them as she had been to get inside in the first place.
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Leilani sat crosslegged in the passenger's seat, somewhat impatient with all the traffic clogging the streets of Freedom City. "How does anyone get anywhere in this?" She protested, waving her hands towards what seemed like an endless sea of cars in front of them. Although her frustration was palpable and she wiggled one knee until they could finally park, the temperature didn't even tick up a notch. Despite her self doubt, she really was mastering her strange abilities. Still, as soon as they had come to something that could be called a stop, Leilani was out of the car and onto the sidewalk in front of the DuTemps building. She tipped her head back to stare up and up - completely unabashed in her moment of tourism. "Is that a real castle?" She asked Dimitri, even though with all the ambient noise, she'd probably not be able to hear him until he was much closer. "Why is there a castle?"
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It was more Leilani's concern than any of her mentors that had her hiding in the building where any accident would be kept to a minimum but eventually 'stir-crazy' won out over 'paranoid that she might set all the things on fire' as far as emotional motivation. She'd never been one to lounge about indoors when the ocean beckoned and at least surrounded by water, any agitation would probably only flash fry a few fish. At least, that was the hope that had her setting out for the water's edge. Leilani didn't think that surfing through the sky would ever get old but it wasn't the same as the ocean. She was more than a little noticeable riding the flames that she generated towards the waterfront. Landing was still just a little dicy so she over shot the piers deliberately for the deeper waters where she'd hopefully not cannonball into any errant swimmers. It seemed unlikely. Even during the summer, the Atlantic was a much less friendly creature than her beloved bay. Spitting out sea water, she came up laughing as the water dissipated the residual heat quickly. Eventually she was really going to have to learn how to land.
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"I always catch them, its okay," Nighthawk deadpanned as she finished knotting back her hair, cracking her neck once to loosen up the joint. Taking the headset, she took the moment to fit it to her ear and test it before she turned towards the scenario. "Sounds fine to start off. You're going to call the plays then?" There was no challenge in the question. Often, Nighthawk found herself in the role of making mid-fight choices for whatever knot of students that she found herself with but that was generally, to Robin's mind at least, because she often had the most experience. Also because she had the lucky role of 'getting' to take most of the hits. "How I take on gangs kinda depends what I'm after. Usually though, I pick off one that strays too far and shake them until the information I need falls out but if its just whittling down numbers, that works for me. Woodsman?" She asked to get his assent as well to the tentative plan.
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Talya's fingertips touched the back of Erik's hand in fleeting assurance before the blonde Brit vanished to all senses. Talya usually hid her less than mundane abilities behind a bit of subterfuge - after all, she'd survived a long time on a carefully constructed reputation. With these two, however, Talya held few secrets and her additional abilities were not one of them. On silent feet, she slid away from Dimitri and Jack towards the edges of the room as she made her way carefully towards the man on the throne. Equally silently, she slipped a hand towards the waistband of her skirt to palm the baton that was never all that far from her fingertips, snapping it out to its full length with an inaudible 'snick'.
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"Not really," Talya replied with a shrug of her shoulders, smoothing her shirt down as she went to lift up a much smaller box to balance as she followed towards the truck. They were all neatly labeled. Talya was not the type to throw things into boxes at random which while it had slowed the process some would make unpacking much easier. She set the box on the back of the open truck, leaving the stacking to Erik since he had no issue bouncing up into the back of the van and back down again. "As I said, the days where I needed a gun under my pillow are well in the past." She paused and then pointed out, "If I need to use something more lethal than my hands or batons, or any number of other weapons readily at hand at home, then I have time to go fetch the weapon required and make sure its truly necessary. I haven't had to use a gun in years outside of practice. Well, or because I was playing a role that required it."
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[ToV] Short Attention Span Theater (OOC)
alderwitch replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
Aw, bummer. Fortitude is a terrible save for me Ah, well, a reminder that Psyche's sheet needs an overhaul desperately. Fort Save: 1d20+2=16 Might as well use the HP, I guess? Though I think I have to hit a nat-20 to succeed regardless. And, exact same roll. Boo. -
Tanlya's breath whooshed out in very soft gasp that was more indicative of any sharp pain than any actual noise would have been. Experts in infiltration learned early to mask any noise and her stumble as her boots hit the ground was slight. Frost's wretching was concerning but her hands dropped first to the swell of her stomach. Only when an outraged foot or fist hit her hand did Talya feel like she could draw in air. "I hope this is the actual place as I'm not really fond of the downward trend our travels have been taking," Talya murmured in a ghost of her usual dry humor. She reached forward for Frost to lightly touch his back in concern. Without further comment, the spy faded into the shadows, taking a few judicious steps backwards in the process as Frost began to provide what would hopefully prove a successful subterfuge.
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"An individual Feral wouldn't be a match for Riley or th'others but there was a pack of 'em and numbers makes them way more dangerous," Robin corrected the assessment politely but with the certainty that no teenager should really have in gauging numbers and threat. "Riley's at a disadvantage in close corridors too as he can't get the distance that's optimal. And with those kind'a numbers its a time game as I'll go down eventually." She reached up to absently tuck her curl behind her ear and shrugged once, "I want a lot of things, doctor, doesn't mean they're actual options. Find its best to focus on what I can do and just keep moving. It's easier." Robin shifted slightly in her stance, not quite relaxing but settling in for a longer conversation, "But no one knows what caused it - or if it could spread here. Can't take the risk. Just can't."
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"I don't make a very inspiring figure when I go all rock and fire," Leilani laughed, her dual colored eyes crinkling up at the corners in humor. "Terrifying maybe but I think that's less likely to result in adoring throngs. That's alright, though. I've never really been a fan of crowds. When the haole -" Leilani coughed sharply, cutting the word off and giving a small shake of her head like she'd said something perhaps a little rude. "Sorry, when the tourists come in, it always made me tetchy. Seems like its way worse now too. So many people," she gave a little gesture of her hands towards the windows and the cities beyond before she tipped her head towards Dimitri with a sidelong smile, "But he's right. I think suburbia might be more distressing a thought than being attacked by the monster of the week."