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"You're just the spitting image of your grandfather. You must be a very popular young man. It is entirely my pleasure, I assure you," Talya said with a smile as she shook the man's hand, her smile crimson and wicked. It broadened despite herself as Ace came up and she pulled a face at his commentary. "Bite your tongue, Ace Danger. I'm twenty-nine and will remain so until the day I keel over. I intend to keep having my hurrah's well into the next century and you, poor sod, will just have to keep coming up with better presents." "Elena's about but I think she's wandered off for the moment." Talya added in a pause of the well intentioned banter before turning her gaze back to Mark Lucas, "So, I assume you've worked with Ace in the past? He loves to be able to say he's fought along side everyone and, damn his eyes, it's generally true. It's one of his more obnoxious traits, you know. The more outrageous a claim, the more likely it is to be one hundred percent truth."

For those who could feel such things, there was a ripple of magic before the shadows in one corner of the room lengthened into the boiling folds of Phantom's cloak. She was semi transparent and ghostlike even when fully materialized. After glancing around the room, she floated over and through the assembled chairs, making a non-too-casual beeline for the group surrounding her time-displaced off spring. "My apologies. Eldrich sent me in his stead. I am Phantom," She twisted slightly, shifting to look at the clock of the room, "We have some time yet and there are more due to arrive."

Taylor strolled up, looking like any new young mother as she juggled the wide eyed baby, bag slung easily over one shoulder. Jack Jr. was almost four moths and enjoying the ability to actually cling onto his parents and look around. With a thick head of black hair that stood up at all angles and wide blue eyes, the resemblance to his father was clear (Including small white fangs). Taylors influence was in the slight golden cast to his features and the deep dimples in his cheek when he smiled. Which he was displaying often these days. She strolled over and started to juggle things so that she could sit down, "Hey, honey. Hi, Lynn. Don't mind Jack's paranoia. It's harder than you think on him to bring the baby out to an open area." Taylor wasn't unduly bothered by the coddling. She knew it wasn't concern over her own abilities or even her abilities to protect the baby, it was just... part of Jack's nature.

For Ace Danger, Bombshell, Scarab, Midnight II, Edge.

It was a solemn affair that was filling up Freedom Hall today, filled with the sort of mixed crowd that only a Freedom City gathering would engender. And this gathering was unusual even for Freedom City. There were a few Golden Agers left but those that were able to, were in attendance. Ace Danger, the newly redeemed Bombshell among others. Then there were also the heroes whose legacies stretched back to the era of the war who were here with relatives or on the behalf of relatives. Today, they celebrated the life time achievement on one of the Golden Age heroes on his hundredth birthday, the charming Spaniard El Fuego also known as Don Leon Montoya de Castille. Now, long since retired and with great grand children. Still the super-science that gave him his amazing abilities had helped preserve his body so he looked a remarkably fit seventy or so. Bombshell, aka Natalya Browning, like many of the veterans was in her dress uniform rather than black tie or costume. She wore the navy blues under a silver sash that stretched from her right shoulder down to her left hip, with several medals adorning the breast of the uniform. It wasn't about showing off. Actually, for the few who were able to read the blonde's body language under her careful facade, she was slightly uncomfortable in the outfit at this point in her life. However, showing up in anything less would have been disrespectful to a man she'd fought alongside so many years ago. The ceremony wasn't overly long and was much more informal than the appearance would suggest, with the old guard that remained going up to volunteer anecdotes and stories. In short order, the speeches were wrapped up and there was simply mingling and some dancing. The music, of course, was to the taste of the guest of honor, as after all - it was the celebration of his life.

IC: Thistle and Thyme

Date: August 1st, 2010 Taylor was never certain what favor exactly she did owe or would owe Eldrich when he contacted her to inform her of this conclave and the duty of MCing it. A duty that he was passing on to the Chosen of Heshem, apparently. Clearly, it was good to be Eldrich. Fortunately for Taylor, much of the mundane preparations had taken place already. A conference room at the luxurious Pyramid Plaza was already booked and to each invitee, a mystical message was sent: You are cordially invited to a summit of mystical minds in Freedom City. Pyramid Plaza, 8 o'clock in the evening on August first, 2010. Dress costumed or casual and meals to be provided. ~E. A small and discrete sign in the lobby would direct the individuals to the meeting room in question, a large conference room, with a buffet table in one corner along with various drinks. The room was empty until the first guests to arrive showed up. Phantom was running just a touch late.

The OOC for the thread as discussed in this campaign discussion. If you're a spell caster, the invitation is open, if you're just a magically empowered superhero, ask here first before posting in unless I've already given you the go ahead. Calling All Mystics

Sand, Thalia is technically a spell caster by the description or am I missing something?

Okay, so I know we have a bunch of new and new ish mystic superheros on the board. I was going to toss a meet and greet thread together but I don't wanna leave any out. If you have a mystic and are interested in this thread, can you please sound off so I can get a rough head count and know what I'm getting myself in for? Thanks!

Alex got her rioting emotions under control and pulled back to find a napkin to blot her cheeks dry. She gave Mike on of those brilliant beaming smiles and held her left hand out. It was still trembling, "Will you slide it on for me?"

Alex made a soft noise of protest when he pulled back only to blink in confusion as he pulled up a little box. Whatever Alex had been expecting, this had not been on the list. Mike had the pleasure of seeing his super genius girlfriend entirely shocked. She raised trembling fingertips to her own lips, "Oh my God... Mike!" Then she was flinging herself on his neck, making small choked sobs. Even their psychic link was of little help as her emotions bounced all over the place from shock and surprise to joy to overwhelmed with a bit of trepidation and then back around again.

"Oh, Mike..." His name whispered out in a soft sigh of contentment. Her slender fingers slipped up to his cheek, sliding over the skin in a featherlight caress. Alex twisted against him to allow him better access to the smooth column of her throat. "You really didn't have to go to all of this effort. Its perfect just because its you."

"Well, I understand people about as well as anyone can and motivations baffle me still sometimes. For example, I can't wrap my brain around wanting people to be scared of you. I spend so much time trying to prevent that." Alex smiled sadly, and spread her hands, "In the end, we only have the sum of our experiences to go by."

"...stop Medea and Doctor Stratos," Alex said as soon as she was sure she wasn't going to throw up all over the toes of her boots. Her skin was ashen white but she straightened up with determination. "The Zero Room is a gateway to the places between all the worlds. It just this big endless void but I think... I think they used to put folks in there who were too dangerous to be in any prison. At least back before there were any super villan prisons. I can't imagine what they want with it now but it can't be good!"

Alex watched him for a moment with curious eyes then gave a little nod although she wasn't really that hungry. She didn't have Mike's appetite but maybe he was just nervous about starting things. It didn't really explain why he was being quite so secretive. Alex turned to the basket, pulling it closer with her thoughts. "Sure, what did you bring? I mean, for food and stuff of course."

"It wasn't really a joke. Rather a warning. I don't make idle threats and I am well aware that my usually sound judgement is flawed where Zoe is concerned. I am not infallible. I strive for it because of the power that I weild but in the end, I'm still human. I err." Alex explained, her expression sad for a moment before she glanced away and turned her attention to making up the cup of coffee before sending it floating carefully towards Trevor. "Its hot." Alex's hazel eyes turned back towards him, "To answer the more pressing of your questions, I would rarely typify Erin's mood as 'happy'. She is happier overall with your interactions. She's also more nervous and broody at turns. In short, she is acting like a typical teenager, which, is an enormous emotinal leap for her. If nothing else, you are good for her, but you do make her 'happy', yes."

"No, I'm still hoping that I'll grow those last two inches." Alex said with a small smile before she blinked at his question. She tilted her head to the side, the emotion on her face somewhere between amused and flattered, "Trevor, as long as you have Erin's approval, you have mine. Her opinion is the one that matters. She's happy, that's all that really matters to me." Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she asked, "Why, did Eddie warn you that I threatened him with a permanent erectile dysfunction? Because that was a drastically different situation."

"I'll be your spotter, anytime." Bombshell said with a sly smile and then gestured to the sky line, "So, is it going to be your line or mine? I rather think you should be the one to 'drive'. You know where we're going. Although, I can't say that's ever stopped me before."

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Phantom muttered something under her hood, her curse words however was in Cantonese and she took a step closer to her Jack's side. Still her hands didn't waver as she held his bonds tight. "We're running out of time." "Damn," Phantom said finally, turning to look at Avenger and away from the dark reflection of her husband. It was growing ever more uncomfortable and Lord knew Taylor always had a soft spot for Jack's BS. "Let's pop him in the Void until we manage to get done what we've got to get done? We'll put Taylor in there with him once we've got her and then go from there."

Alex cuddled back against him resting her hands on his forearm gently after she'd reached up to pull the pins out of her hair and un wind the red coils from the now rather windblown bun. She kicked her shoes off and wiggled her toes, tilting her face up to the sun. "So... what's the special occasion?" Alex asked shyly. She had an idea - the wrong idea, actually. "I'd like to explore... later."

"My... my farmhouse!" Alex took a step forward as her voice wavered with emotion. From the age of five, they'd both been confined to Freedom City and under wary official eye. Despite the physical restrictions, Alex's mind had ranged far and wide and she had meticulously journaled all the places in the wide world she'd wanted to see in person. Of course, she had shared them with Mike as she had shared every dream. It had been a year since those restrictions had been lifted but, as tended to happen, life had been busy. She'd been needed doing other things. Saving the world. Homework. Daughter from the future. Alex bent down to pull one of the wild flowers and ran it through her fingertips as if to make sure it was real and then she pivoted to throw her arms around Mike's neck, 'It's perfect."

Although her telekinetics would protect her skin from the friction of such speed, Alex turned her face into the crook of her boyfriend's neck and tightened her arms against his neck. She nuzzled the skin along his jaw as her fingertips traced over the nape of his neck and into his short dark hair. "We're going for real Chinese food in China?" Alex asked curiously, knowing just how much Mike ate, as she peeked down to watch the ground race under them in a streak that was too fast for the eye to track, "Or maybe homemade Italian pizza?"

"I never give warnings," Bombshell smiled at him, entirely unrepentant from her expression, "It detracts from the pathos of the entire situation. I love Italian. Not too much wine. One should never rappel drunk or it leads to embarrassing incidents down the road." She straightened from the crouch she'd landed in and strolled on over to Jack with easy grace. Bombshell shrugged at his question, "It's harder in heels. It's just using the friction on the wall to slow your velocity. It's a trick I learned from the little man who taught me the ins and outs of illicit acrobatics. I broke my arm the first time I tried it so I suggest excessive floor pads if you decide to attempt it."