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Actually, and I'm really sorry for doing this, but can we push it back a week? My timeline isn't working out properly in the first week of June now, and if we could set this on the 12th, it would help straighten everything out.
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"Thanks," Erin muttered, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand. She wasn't sure what sort of compliment that was. What was the point in a test that nobody could pass? Was he trying to make her feel better, or had she done something wrong? She was too tired to think about it. As soon as Mr. Archer turned her loose, she slunk off across the quad, sticking automatically to the shaded places where there was greater cover. All she wanted right now was the safety and silence of her room, and a long sleep.
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Erin still didn't say anything as she pushed herself to her feet, reeling slightly from fatigue as she followed him silently out of the room and into the dark and claustrophobic hallway that led away from this little slice of hell. By mutual unspoken assent, she stayed out of reach of the adult speedster. She didn't like to think that instinct might overcome reason here in this sane and populated world, but she couldn't quite trust herself that last step. Instead, she looked at his face as they walked, trying to gauge what he was thinking, and what would happen next.
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Erin wanted to keep yelling, to keep hitting until the blank black floor responded to her fist. More than a small part of her wanted to turn her frustration on the author of her misery, standing there so smugly like he had any idea how she felt, or what was at stake. She stayed on her knees, knuckles pressed against the floor and eyes focused down, for a long time, not saying anything. The exercises Dr. Franklin had given her flowed through her mind and were rejected as useless. She didn't want to take deep breaths and think calm thoughts. But if she didn't get herself under control, she would be in real trouble. She had nowhere to go, she reminded herself for the thousandth time. If she attacked a teacher, she was through her, and this was the end of the line. She'd die before she'd let herself be sent back, and she honestly had no idea how to die if she tried. It was too risky, she reminded herself, pushing up to her heels and rocking slightly, rhythmically. Especially now, when she was so tired. She might not even win, and even if she did, she'd be trapped down here in the dark. That, more than any of her other arguments to herself, kept her from leaping up and trying anyway.
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Erin pounded the floor with both hands in helpless frustration, the tough surface vibrating but not cracking under her hands. "I wasn't done!" she rasped. "I could've passed!" Truthfully, the test was the furthest thing from her mind in the past few minutes, and even now her mind felt like it was in two worlds, but she had to finish. If she didn't, it meant she'd lost, that she'd failed. That she'd died, or would have. "Let me finish!"
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Erin froze for a second, stunned that her opponent could catch up with seemingly no trouble. There was nowhere to run, no way to hide, no help, and apparently, no luck left for her. After that, the renewed lightning strike was hardly a concern. She shook it off and leapt recklessly, ready to end this one way or another. Tumbling through the air, hundreds of feet above the dark city street, she missed her opponent by a hair, hurtling onto a roof opposite and still tumbling.
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Erin make]s her toughness save. She utterly fails to attack, but moves by to another rooftop.
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Erin stood and brushed herself off, popping the joints in her back as tissues knit themselves back together and bruises faded. She could no longer see the villain through the hole in the roof, but she strongly suspected that a lightning bolt was waiting for her the second she jumped out the hole in the roof. What Erin needed was a little breathing room, time to regroup. Maybe a weapon, if she could find one. She took a second to look around, then raced across the floor, dodging rotted furniture and drywall. Spotting a window entirely broken out, she ran up to it, hopped up onto the sill, and leapt out, heading for the roof opposite. Dodging and weaving, keeping under cover as much as she could, she jumped from rooftop to rooftop.
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Wander yelped with pain as the lightning tore into her, curling in around herself at the quick burst of agony. With a gasp, she unfolded herself and headbuttedThunderbolt, perhaps the only attack remaining to her at this point. Panic was rising to compete with rage and determination, and the true circumstances of the test faded in the immediacy of a fight she seemed to have no chance of surviving.
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And she is clobbered
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Erin spends her last hero point to shake off the stun. She power stunts all out attack and rolls a 25. Her useless attack leaves her at -5 and Fatigued.
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The force of the blow lifted Erin from her feet and tossed her back into the cinderblock wall. She crumpled to the floor. It was a devastating hit, but after just a moment, she dragged herself back to her feet. Panting, she stared at her opponent with rage in her eyes, then began moving forward. A stagger turned into a run, and then she plowed her fist once again into her opponent's chest. Spent, she collapsed to her knees, breath rasping.
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Erin does not make her toughness save, even with the help of another hero point. Ouch.
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Operating purely on instinct, Erin threw herself to the floor, dodging the attack by fractions of an inch. She quickly rolled and stood up, before the light from the last attack had totally faded from the room. Two quick steps had her across the room, where she drove her fist squarely into the sternum of this new opponent. This was the hardest test, some part of her remembered dimly. She'd have to give it all she had if she wanted to stay alive.
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Erin spends a hero point to improve her pathetic attack roll, resulting in a final total of 25.
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Erin doubts your commitment to sparkle motion!
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Erin's initiative is not so good.
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Sometime after June 3.The 5th, the 12th or the 19th would be fine with me.
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"Sometimes the learning curve is steeper than others," Erin added ruefully, smoothing out the dent in the heavy steel with her fingers. "Thanks for getting it down for me. So you have music powers?" She let go of the ball, letting it swing on the end of its thick tether. It would be useless to try and train now, with so many distractions, and possibly dangerous besides.
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Erin hung back a little during the initial spurt of conversation from the new arrivals, letting it flow around her till things quieted for a moment. She gave Mike the same sort of half-wave he gave her, still not quite sure how to act around Alex's taciturn best friend. "That's okay," she told Alex in response to her apology. "I was just practicing, and getting acquainted with the new guy. He doesn't live here yet, but he will in the fall, I guess?" She made it a question, directing it towards Eddie. With a half smile, she asked, "So, since you seem to be a flier, would you mind untangling my ball?"
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"Yeah," Erin said, automatically following his gaze to the athletic fields. There was a morning pickup game of Ultimate Frisbee going on, but not much else. "Some people live here year-round. The food's not bad," she offered, "and they host activities and field trips, things like that. If you go to the main office, they'll give you maps and a tour and all that sort of stuff. "Your family is here too?" she asked. "Are they superheroes?"
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She took a few steps forward and extended her hand as well, shaking his with a grip that was firm, but not painful. Her hand was surprisingly smooth and soft for someone who'd just beaten the heck out of a big metal ball without even meaning to. "I'm Erin," she said. "I'm new too. Did you just get here today?" Erin gave him an up and down assessing look, sizing him up without seeming to mind if she was a little rude about it.
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Campus was a little more active first thing on a Friday morning, even when classes weren't officially in session. He entered the campus from the back corner near the athletic field, and spotted a person at work doing something under a tree nearby. Coming closer, the figure became clear as a teenage girl, clad in a blue Claremont gym coverall. She was sparring with what looked like a large metal ball hanging from a tree. She seemed to be pulling her punches, trying to barely touch with each hit. As Breakdown came closer, he attracted her attention. She looked over, simultaneously losing focus and hitting the target rather harder than she'd intended. With a loud metallic *clong!* the ball and rope hurtled away, wrapping around the branch a dozen times. The girl gave it an annoyed look before looking back at the new guy. "Hi," she said, somewhat diffidently.
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Dispassionately, Erin wiped a sleeve across her bloody face and brushed herself off. It was hardly the first time she'd wound up covered in blood and mess, though the layer of gravel and plaster dust made her look more like a sand sculpture than a superhero. Her blue and yellow uniform was almost invisible beneath the rubble. Turning her body towards the sound of the crash, she braced for yet another attack.
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Erin is Wile E Coyote.