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"We don't have to take the missiles, just make them unusable," Nighthawk said once she was done giving Huang the 'who are you and what have you done with our dhampir' stare. Giving a small shake of her head, she frowned - the gesture more visible since she hadn't bothered to put on her mask. She gave the President a level stare, "Are you sure that you want to set the precedent that the Freedom League takes away nukes that people don't use responsibly?" Her tone was flat, and her grey-eyed stare was not the most friendly. After a long, uncomfortable moment, she cut her gaze away, "So we can count on physical measures typical for the era, and magical measures that are not insignificant... We can go round and round all day probably. So, votes? Who wants to even attempt this?"
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Phantom: 1d20=14
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It was at Raina's taunt that the petite CEO started to head for the doors, taking two steps before her third sent her floating into the air. Despite the erupting chaos, Alex projected an aura of calm determination, "I shall present a more appealing target. Primary priority is keeping the Claremont students safe, then diffusing the situation." She instructed as she flew for the doors and the chaos of the street outside.
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Initiative for Psyche: 1d20=9
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Taylor arched one dark brow, "Uhh, sure? Though I should remind you I am not perhaps the best source for relationship advice. Jack was really my first serious boyfriend. Our first date involved psuedo-werewolves and, uhm, making out in the car." That was a heavily edited version of that particular story. "And then I didn't know he was a vampire for an embarrassingly long time. We got engaged and married super fast. I mean - don't get me wrong - I love my husband and there's no one else I'd rather be looking at eternity with... but I can't exactly claim that I followed my best judgement to get there." Taylor gave a little wave of her fingertips and sighed, "But sure, I'll give it my best shot. Who's the guy?"
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Nighthawk Initiative: 1d20+10=22 She also has Takedown x 2 as I feel that might be pertinent for this thread!
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Talya slipped off the desk with limber grace and offered Anibal her attention first since he was clearly of great import to her protege. "It's a pleasure to meet you - I've heard so much about you," she agreed, going to offer her hand as the conversation between the teenager and Erik caught her attention - at least the matter of confused identity. "Oh, I'm not - we're not -" Talya paused and pursed her lips as before she gave a small short shake of her head as she directed the next statement to the entire group of teenagers. "Just 'Talya' will suffice... I'm sorry, wait, what did you just say?"
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It took only a thought to let her body fall into the Void that Taylor was forever one foot within, her fingertips coming up absently to the Eye of Heshem at her throat. On the beach, the space over White Knight's initial portal rippled before the sky itself split apart. The space beyond was dark and endless, illuminated by intermittent eldritch lightning. Billowing fabric in midnight purple seemed to unfold from the opening before resolving into the ephemeral, cloaked figure of Phantom. "Oh good. You have no idea how long its been since I got to thrash a Nazi." Her tones echoed hollowly with dark humor and she lifted her hand, the cloak parting enough to reveal a black gloved arm and the tips of those fingers glinting with menacing witchlight. "If you leave the girl alone and surrender now, I might go easy on you."
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Nighthawk didn't answer Naomi right away, although her grey gaze flicked up from the corpse to at least read the page. She turned her head the side first to look at Riley, her voice low, "These are from your world." Robin said and it wasn't a question. With the rumors, there were plenty of their fellow students that would have assumed Riley's reaction was related to post traumatic stress - or an itchy trigger finger - but Robin believed in the wiry archer. "Is he from your world, or is just the contamination passing through somehow?" She asked as she crouched down to examine the body. Under her mask, Nighthawk was a little pale but she'd seen death before up close. Balanced on her haunches, she finally tipped her head up to answer Waverider, "This thing is from the place Woodsman comes from. They're... kinda like zombies. Ish. It's... bad. It's really, really bad." She rose then, snagging the dead feral by the shirt as she went to move it out of the doorway. Her tone was tight, "Woodsman's right. You doctors should get somewhere safe and if you've got quarantine sorts of protocols above whats already gone off, you should do that. Whatever's causing this can't get outta the building. No matter what. Woodsman, what's the play?"
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Talya paused, standing next to Min with her hands lightly clasped in front of her dark skirt. Her crimson lips flattened into a thin line briefly in mute dismay - as close as the poised blonde ever actually got to looking uncomfortable in mixed company. "It's my fault - at least partially," Talya said, the words slow and measured as she went to deflect some of the blame from Erik's shoulders. "I have been avoiding this step and while I imagine some reluctance is discomfort, at least in part its been to give me time. Something, one would think, I have nothing but a surplus of." Taly's smile was brief and humorless - a flicker across her features before they smoothed out. She hesitated for just a moment, her hands lifting to gesture almost helplessly towards Min with her fingertips sketching pointless circles in the air as the usually glib thief groped for words. "It's a relationship," she settled on before shifting to the topic of the girls, as she gestured towards the living room and the excitement over chocolate before dinner. The ex-spy's voice dropped, as if she didn't want her words to carry outside of the room. For the first time, some of the strain of the conversation showed through on her elegant features, "One that I have already promised to be present for the long haul." Not in so many words, but in actions and subtext, certainly. It wasn't, perhaps, the most romantic of declarations but truths never came easily to Talya's lips. Her blue gaze cut to the side, towards the yams as she avoided meeting anyone's eyes. "Now, perhaps I could scrub the vegetables?" Talya asked Min with a very thin veneer of humor, clearly at her personal limit for emotional conversation. Privately, Talya was mentally giving herself significant brownie points that she'd not vanished from the kitchen to avoid the scene entirely.
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"I think he identifies based on the gender he's currently presenting," Taylor provided helpfully. She smiled, the gesture brief but bemused, "I met her in her feminine aspect but I think that she's met Huang in both genders. Regardless, the more determined that Jack is to end it, the more determined his son is to go forward with it. Sometimes they're a bit too much alike." As to the idea of Jack's intonations, Taylor laughed, "We're unlikely to have any more children at all considering the miracle that JJ was, but I don't think Jack would be any more protective with a girl, honestly. He tends to terrify without prejudice."
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Alex was monitoring the situation from her office when her attention was caught by the small group moving against the crowd. With a small frown, the slim redhead stood from her desk, her thoughts already finding the familiar mind of the head of the security. Employees that weren't comfortable with a psychic employer generally didn't last too long. There's a group moving in the crowd that I don't much care for the look of. I'm coming down to the lobby. She used the elevator in the back of her office that was for such emergencies as she rode down swiftly. If something did happen, it would be easier to address any emergencies directly. Alex wasn't yet concerned enough to prod Mike, or her other teammates on the Liberty League. Her heels clicked on the polished floor as she stepped out of the elevator and into the well lit lobby.
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Alex's notice is skill mastered high enough to make that without a roll but she's watching the development on monitors from within AEON.
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"Immortality can be a burden. Especially with mortal relatives," Taylor agreed quietly, content to let the subject drop. Her small, nuclear family might all have their own brand of immortality but the Chuns, save Taylor, were all still very, very human. She smiled, those dimples flashing in her cheek, "You know me - same day, different... You know. People punch holes between dimensions and I put them back where they're supposed to go. Met a teenage godling a couple of months ago. Set. Nice kid this time around - though now the teenager and he have some sort of... thing going on. Jack hates it, but really that's practically tradition now for his side of the family. His sire still shows up to spit names at me now and again when she grows bored enough."
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Robin had a natural, athletic grace although she mostly bobbed and weaved in the semi-distracted manner of someone more interested in trying to keep an eye on everyone than getting her groove on. She watched Raina's potential date circle the other girl with a small frown. As long as Raina enjoyed the attention, Robin was content to bounce to the music and enjoy herself but she continued to keep an eye on the boy's behavior and remained close at hand. Just in case. Clearly, Robin needed more activities that didn't involve punching people in the face as it was harder to turn that instinct off than she'd thought it would be.
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"Sure, not yet," Alex teased him, her hazel eyes twinkling with merriment at Mike's discombobulation. She gave his large arm a gentle pat as she turned away to survey their seats in the box, her skirt swishing with the movement, "Philanthropy has its rewards - mostly in the angling to garner donations for concrete sorts of rewards. I imagine they gave you a complimentary upgrade... and assumed you were the spouse. With AEON nearing its five year anniversary, people tend to forget that I started it in high school." Alex's smile was mirthful, "Though it probably can't help that I look young for my age. I am hopeful that the Terminus energies won't retard my aging for another five years so I won't spend a small eternity fresh faced. We'll see. Models of potential ramifications of terminus energies are notoriously difficult. Unsurprisingly."
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"I hear it," Robin confirmed, her expression grim behind her mask and her voice flat and even. She was all business in her tone but the young woman paused long enough let her fingers find Riley's bicep, giving him a very light squeeze of mute support. "It's in the hallway with that other metahuman. Riley - Woodsman - get behind some cover and get ready to take it down. Doc, get outta the line of fire. Please. And tell 'em they're gonna wanna go low when they hit the door." Robin gave the order as she moved towards the door keeping them ostensibly safe. The noises were like nothing she'd ever dealt with in the Fens and if it frightened the young vigilante, she kept that under iron-firm control. She waved one hand at Waverider and pointed to Riley as if to indicate the young woman should join Riley in whatever limited cover he found. The young woman reached the door, digging her fingers into the seal as she put her back into fighting the mechanism that kept it locked. She knew full well that the Goodman Building was equipped to react to metahumans but Robin never wavered in her efforts to brute-force the door open.
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Robin frowned, listening the reservations of her team and taking in the data presented, "The last thing any of us want to do is exacerbate a situation. It clearly doesn't call for a guns blazing approach. The question, really, is whether or not the League is willing to take on a surreptitious endeavor to attempt to de-escalate the situation," Robin commented thoughtfully, "Which seems unlikely to be something they - we - ought to do. I mean, a tense situation on the brink of war is pretty different than an imminent threat. It seems like diplomatic endeavors should be more the line of response than any sort of combat initiative?"
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Date: January 25, 2016 It wasn't until after winter break that Raina could round up a small cluster of fellow students to come along to extra curricular training. On the bright side, it meant she'd had several weeks of one on one classes to be confident with both the workings of the school and the general format of the training. Always nice to be the expert in the group, after all. With a large enough group, Claremont sent the teenagers to their extra credit activity in one of the few vans for such purposes rather than letting the students make their own way. The unmarked school van pulled up to let the students unload directly in front of a well kept building in the middle of the West End. A sign proclaimed 'The Espadas School of Self-Defense and Swordsmanship!' (Exclamation mark included), and through the front doors was a small lobby and receptionist desk before the dojo itself. As they had forewarning that there was going to be more than just the one student, Talya had come down early to straighten things in the lobby and keep an eye out just in case the school van had trouble finding a good drop off point. Rather than standing behind the desk, the attractive blonde was perched on top of it, seated on the surface as she sorted through papers. Lately, Talya had taken to wearing a loose cut tanktop over her formfitting practice wear and today was no different. As the students disembarked she shifted the paperwork to one side to welcome the knot of teenagers. "Come on in and pick a cubby for your shoes and anything else you want to put away," Talya invited in a clipped, British accent. She flashed Raina a smile as the young woman stepped in, "Hullo, Raina." She added before raising her voice slightly, "Erik, the students are here."
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"Hey, its okay," Robin told Riley as she fished the worn t-shirt from her pocket, her voice reassuring even as she tied the bandana mask over the upper half of her features and slid it into place over the bridge of her nose. It might have been presumptive, but Robing was fairly certain that it was more likely a super villain attack than probably anything else, given the residents of the Goodman building. With the black fabric in place, she gave Riley's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Best thing to do is get everyone together," Robin told the doctor, her voice calm and authoritative. Despite her reservation, some of the training and teamwork was filtering into her mannerisms. "Doc, why don't you stay here and try to see if you can raise anyone on your machines - Riley and I will go find the others and bring 'em back to a central location. Sound good?" That last question was directed to her boyfriend.
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Robin had been a quiet companion for the most part, unsurprisingly. The Fens native wasn't generally given to chatter, although she had asked a few perhaps surprisingly perceptive questions at various points in the tour. Mostly, though, Robin had been content to enjoy her boyfriend's unusual ease. The times that Riley wasn't wound tighter than his bowstring were few and far between. "Thank you for the tour, Doctor Drummond. I've only ever seen the Goodman building at a distance," Robin added her polite thanks to Riley's before slanting the wiry archer a sidelong smile, "It's made for an interesting afternoon."
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The only thing that Robin bothered to stow was the backpack slung over her shoulder before she headed for the simulator itself. With her hands still in her pockets, Robin looked relaxed enough but for the clear tension in her posture. As the simulation flexed to life, a muscle flexed in Robin's jaw. She vastly preferred the training that happened in the gym and field. Here, Robin's mistrust ran deep. "Mr. President, we're at your disposal," Robin said as she recognized enough to know where they were. She glanced around, assessing the various threat levels of the Marines before giving a small nod to the other kids as she remained on her feet, intending to sit last - or hopefully stand if there wasn't enough places to sit down. "I imagine time is of the essence."
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Ray made a low noise of aggravation in his throat, his blue gaze narrowed with acute dislike before he twisted away to grab his jeans and yank them on over the boxers he had worn to bed. Barefoot and shirtless, he stalked back over towards the demon. "Chorus, that's not the point, dammit. You don't need to manipulate humans into hysterical breakdowns to get them to find their faith. It's more than... Hell, never mind. Let's get there before the cops do then." Arguing with the demon had yet to yield any deviation in her behavior and while Ray had nothing but time, the young woman probably couldn't say the same. Reluctantly, he took the offered hand as while he had angelic speed, Lantern Hill was a rather large area to go looking for a potential murderess. "You know full well I'm not going to leave them to suffer. Blast it."
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Robin's response to the question was an enigmatic shrug, "Can change if you wanna. I end up fighting in my jeans cuz its what I got so it seems silly to change for combat training. Good to know how clothes bind up and all but sometimes its hard on what you're wearing, s'all." As if for emphasis, she pulled one hand out of her pocket to gesture towards the beaten up leather jacket and the small neat stitches over the pocket from one of many repairs. "I keep meaning to have Riley help me dye one of the uniforms into less 'here I am, please shoot me' colors but we keep getting, uh, distracted." Robin might have colored slightly at that before slipping her hands once more into her pockets.
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"Jack has several workarounds for such things. Some of them even semi-legal," Taylor offered her assurances on that, her dimples flashing in amusement briefly before catching Grim's sudden mood shift. She was at least used to the fae's mercurial nature by now, so she shifted gears, offering a sympathetic, "Did you want to talk about that? I imagine it's probably a little rough having had years go by and jumping back in like nothing's changed."
