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'Most effective form of Deflect' is a bit like saying 'most palatable swamp water': better than being the worst but still shouldn't be your first choice. Putting the Reflective Extra on your Force Field is definitely the way to go for the effect you're after. It even makes the magic limitation neater, since you're already getting that discount. I'd specifically build it as: AP: Impervious 4 (Total 10; Flaws: Limited [Non-Magic]) + Reflective 10 [2 + 20 = 22PP]That's much tidier, requires fewer rolls and is more reliable than what you've got right now. A setting where Warp just turtles up probably won't be the most exciting use of your turn too often but when you do want it that's the way to do it. To protect multiple people, not just Warp, use Create Object to form a barrier for them. You've undercharged yourself on your Teleport power in your totals: with those Power Feats it's 13PP, not 10PP. I've taken the liberty of tidying up your formatting a bit without actually changing anything. With the upgrade to the site we don't have as ready an example to work from as I'd usually like!
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Avro leaned into Indira's fingers with a pleased, trumpet-like sound, scooting around to provide better access to the spot behind his ears and to give Kimber an expectant look. He might not have been able to understand the exact words but he obviously recognized the Kinigosi's dotting tone of voice and knew perfectly well which of them was more likely to allow him out to hunt wild game. The phantom sighed and placed her hands on her hips, causing the buttons on the denim jacket she'd created for herself to jangle quietly. "Maybe when we're done -- if Becky says it's okay! -- you two can see if there's something worth hunting in the wood. Maybe!" She did her best to look stern but they all knew the chances of her being able to say no to the two of them combined were abysmal. Breaking off from one more kiss that most definitely crossed the line for how much tongue was quite appropriate in public, Becky inhaled deeply from the crook of her girlfriend's neck before depositing her back to the runway with a pleased rumbling somewhere between a wolf and jungle cat. "Dad's on a business trip but Mom still wants to have brunch tomorrow morning, alright?" she asked quietly, a little more self-conscious now that the initial rush of instincts had been satisfied, brushing the bone white streak in her otherwise deep brown hair away from her face. She looked up to give Indira a smile that was a little too wide and contained a few too many teeth to be completely normal and offered Tarva a more uncertain, weighing look before turning to Kimber. "I picked up all the camping gear liked you asked. Dan said he'd try to swing by while you were in town but not to get your hopes up too high. You know how he gets." She offered a sisterly roll of her eye in commiseration and received a snorting giggle from the disguised ghost in return.
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Ghost Girl Initiative: 1d20+3 10 Kimber will follow Indira's lead, naturally.
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"How fortunate that I should have opportunity to experience your famous hospitality Lady Flower," Nassor drawled in a tone that managed to temper his weary resignation with some measure of amusement for the absurdity of his situation. Walking over to the wall of the enclosed area he retrieved a folded cot and set it up in short order. Sitting down on the edge he regarded the florakinetic with his hands folded in his lap. "Is it sad, do you think, that this is still going better than I had expected? Ah well. An opportunity for rest without the need to keep one eye open should not be wasted, certainly. I shall await you at your leisure, then." Sliding off his jacket and folding it into a makeshift pillow the well mannered Dakanan swung his feet up onto the cot and laid back, looking quite content, considering.
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"Truly? Nothing?" Jean Pique sighed in disbelief as he produced a fourth small dagger seemingly out of thing air and added it to the trio he was already masterfully juggling, a whirlwind of razor sharp metal dancing from palm to palm. His attempt at outlasting Steve's silence had lasted all of a minute before he'd begun trying to elicit a response from the stoic bald man. Just as quickly it was becoming clear to him that he wasn't going to make any headway with showmanship, either. With a final flourish the daggers disappeared back into one of his sleeves and he resumed his lean against the trellis looking archly annoyed. Pique had in his time done some fairly unpleasant things to some fairly unpleasant people and had equally unpleasant things done to him in turn but he was forced to admit that Steve's unrelenting stare was beginning to unnerve him. "Listen, mon amie, you seem a pleasant enough fellow but I'm not a man to be kept in... 'time out'." He straightened his posture and tugged on his shirt to tidy its lines before moving to enter the building through the nearby doorway. "If you will excuse me..."
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Jill muttered something about boys feeling the need to take their shirts off around her in an annoyed tone as Wildcat changed but her expression turned more serious as he explained where there next stop was. "Actually, I do, but we're not waiting around to see if she can make it in time to help. Get back in the van." Standing up as she finished securing zip ties around the thumbs of the unconscious goons, she tossed the last of their weapons' power packs into a pile several feet away and turned to the stunned spectators. "If nobody's called the police yet... hey, maybe get on that, alright? You, show them your footage and you two, make sure nobody drinks any of this sludge," she directed, talking to the teen with the camera equipment and the two young women who'd been hired to hand out samples, respectively. Getting muted nods of understanding from each of them, she dashed to the van and slid into the driver's seat, glad for the small favour of finding the keys still in the ignition. "You're going to want to buckle up for this," she told Wildcat before peeling out of the parking lot with a screech and heading toward the filtration plant. She kept one hand on the wheel and stuck the other out the open side window, raising it high and letting it light up with alternating blue and green light in a makeshift warning light while making liberal use of the van's horn to warn pedestrians and other traffic away. The feline themed pugilist got the impression this wasn't the first time Jill had driven an emergency vehicle but that didn't do much to quiet the urge to hang on for dear life.
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"...not sure," Trevor admitted just as quietly after several moments of silence. He pushed a cherry tomato around the plate Erin had given him, something about it's cheerful red rotundness irritating his sensibilities. He closed his eyes behind his sunglasses for a moment, willing that pointless, petty feeling down and realizing that he'd been doing the same with most everything he'd been feeling for the past several days, leaving him unsure how to describe his frame of mind. He wasn't angry anymore, really, not at himself specifically nor with the general, unfocused objection to the unfairness of an uncaring universe. He didn't feel as though he were in immediate danger of bursting into the closest thing to tears his mutated biology could manage anymore, either. All he was left with was a dull ache he struggled to put into words, with no idea how to directly address it. He wanted a plan of attack, a clearly broken part he could replace, a strength to shore up a weakness and found that he had none. "Not sure."
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Kimber cocked her head to one side as Vicki vanished into thin air but her own metric for 'weird' meant that she was considerably less startled by the sudden show of superhuman ability than the average person might have been. When the other girl reappeared dressed in a uniform of her own the poltergeist let out an excited gasp and pumped both fists into the air above her head with a smile that took up most of her face. "Oh! Oh! Team-up! Yesssss!" She flew in a tight circle around the white and black clad heroine to get a better look at her new outfit. "Avro is going to be so annoyed that he missed this! Avro's my manticore, he-- well, long story, again. Lot of that going around! Ooh, don't tell me what your thing is yet, though, it'll be more fun to find out as we go! Codenames, though! You can call me Ghost Girl."
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The van's nondescript exterior belied just how much had been stuffed into its interior. One corner was taken up mainly by what Wildcat was able to infer was the charging station for the high tech weaponry the mercenaries had been using while a compact locker held extra pieces of the matte black tactical gear they'd all been wearing - including a suitably replacement for his own ruined shirt if he was so inclined. While the equipment looked complicated and presumably expensive it had obviously been installed in some haste, bolted in at an odd angle to accommodate the extra seats that had been shoved in as well. Judging from the mismatched colours that caught his eye the GPS unit installed in the dashboard was aftermarket as well. Pulling up the most recent addresses proved easy enough, providing him with a a handful of high traffic areas like the strip mall and one location along the South River that took him a few moments to place. When he finally made the connection his blood ran cold: the water filtration plant for the entire western side of the city.
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Antibody Regiment 4 Toughness Save vs DC 22: 1d20+7 14 22 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP > 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Antibody Regiment 4 - Disrupted x5, Shaken, Staggered, Disabled 14 - Heavy Antibody Brigade - Unaffected 05 - Squad C - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad E - Disrupted x1 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad W - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad R - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Antibody Regiment 4 Toughness Save vs DC 25: 1d20+8 20 22 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP > 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Antibody Regiment 4 - Disrupted x4, Shaken, Staggered, Disabled 14 - Heavy Antibody Brigade - Unaffected 05 - Squad C - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad E - Disrupted x1 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad W - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad R - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Becky made a pleased growling sound as she leaned downward, ostensibly to make it easier for Eve to wrap her arms around her neck but quickly quickly scooping the petite Frenchwoman up off of the ground, pulling Eve's knees up to either side of her waist and not incidentally ending up cupping her girlfriend's rear with one hand. "Hey there, foxy," she murmured around the kiss, perfectly happy to ignore the rest of the disembarking party for a few more moments. The sun had set far enough for Kimber to maintain the illusion of solidity outside of the jet as she retrieved Avro's carrier and opening the door. The manticore kitten, similarly disguised as a mundane tabby, scrambled out as quickly as his paws would carry him, clawing at the tarmac experimentally and giving his mistress an annoyed yowl. "Well maybe if you hadn't torn up the nice leather seats in the jet every time you wouldn't need to ride in the carrier, mister," she reminded him firmly, getting a brassy huff in response. Sniffing the northern air, Avro kept his customary, wary distance from Becky and had nothing but unusually human glares for Tarva. Clucking her tongue, Kimber allowed him to stretch his legs and stifled a wistful sigh as she glanced at the affectionate couple.
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The Hunters had always kept their private matters truly private and it didn't strike most of the attendees odd that Ted should be the one delivering the eulogy. Trevor had made a few attempts at writing a speech for the occasion but found that there was no way for him to articulate what his grandfather had meant to him, to make the listeners genuinely understand the magnitude of the loss the entire city had suffered with his passing without compromising their shared secret identity. Anything less, any draft written in simple service to that deception had churned his stomach inexplicably and quickly been deleted from his tablet before he grew upset enough to throw the entire device against a wall. Eventually Ted had announced without discussion that he would be speaking at the public funeral. He didn't offer any argument in favour of it in particular and Trevor didn't offer any objection and so the matter was quietly resolved. Afterward Trevor endured a procession of handshakes and a few ill advised embraces, largely from people he'd only met once or twice. Several of them had anecdotes about his grandfather as a younger man, stories he did his best to commit to memory even as he nodded politely, feeling numb more than anything else. Janet flitted gracefully about the luncheon in a custom-made black dress that was both the most striking and most tasteful outfit in the room, making introductions and subtly directing traffic so that no one lingered for too long. Many of the mourners were elderly themselves and few in as good physical condition as Travis had been right up until the end and so the crowd thinned fairly quickly and excuses were easily made for Trevor to escape the main room with Erin.
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Which group of antibodies is she gunning for, Rav?
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Instead of connecting with Kimber's shoulder Vicki's hand passed through without resistance, no different than if she were waving it through thin air save for a slight chilled feeling akin to standing in front of an open window on a winter day. It took the hovering young woman several moments to notice the invasive hand, turning about in the air so that Vicki' finger was buried into her clavicle. "Oh. Jams. Well, manticore's out of the bag, I guess!" She took her hand away from the handle of her parasol, which hung in place for a moment before tossing itself over to rest neatly folded and propped against the base of a tree. As soon as the sunlight fell upon her the colour drained away from Kimber's flesh and clothing, leaving her cast in a range of faint blues that paled further until they were transparent. The blouse and hat shifted, seeming to blur disconcertingly out of focus before quickly resolving into a tattered reaper's cloak with the hood up, uneven edges carried aloft by a wind that wasn't really there. The ominous aesthetic of the cloak was at odds with the classically heroic form-fitting bodysuit into which the overalls similarly reformed themselves, the chest emblazoned with a bold 'G'. "Work clothes," she explained with an apologetic smile, waving a hand over her face and leaving behind a little domino mask. "Sorry for faking, it's just nice to pretend to be alive for real now and then, y'know? Anyway, I better go find out what's going on over there. You should be safe if you stay put, okay?"
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The hired gun scowled, looking back to Jill. "You power freaks think you can do whatever you want and nobody can stop you but the boss has your number. You'll get yours and nothing you do to me is going to stop it!" The medic raised an eyebrow above the top of her bandana mask. "Well that went from quoting regulations to racist ranting pretty quick." Her brows lowered in thought as she began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "...the toxin in the drinks targets people with a metagene, doesn't it? That's why it only affected some people and why Wildcat could track it so easily." The defeated thug smirked unsteadily and she grabbed the collar of his uniform with a snarl. "Idiota, that's got to be a tenth of the population in Freedom! Most of them would never develop powers in the first place and there are plenty of powers that have nothing to do with genetics! You might as well be murdering random people!" "Gotta k-kill some mice along w-with the rats," he shot back, his eyes unfocusing as he began to loose consciousness. "S'what the boss says. This was just the trial. 'Proof of concept'. H-heh..." He slumped over, whatever stamina he'd had expended. Jill released his collar and let him fall face first into the puddle of his own vomit, face contorted in carefully controlled anger.
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"Whaaat, nooooo..." Kimber insisted with an exaggerated surprise that proved that whatever idiosyncrasies she possessed being a convincing liar was not among them. "I... was just mumbling to myself! I do that sometimes and Americans sometimes have trouble understanding my accent so maybe it sounded like something else! Haha, yeah, that's totally--" Her rationalization was interrupted as a loud clatter and splash came from the direction of the gathering. One of the elderly attendees had accidentally knocked the punch bowl from the table and onto the grass then proceeded to stagger about as though in a daze, grasping aimlessly at the air. More immediately worrying than the loss of the communal beverage container was the fact than no one in the crowd was moving to help the grey haired man or seemed to be reacting to the mishap at all. Instead they all seemed to be similarly lurching awkwardly, heads lolling as deep, rolling moans escaped their lips. Kimber stood up on her tiptoes to get a better look at the shambling group and as Vicki watched the other girl floated a good inch or two off to the ground and simply hung in the air, bobbing slightly. "Well, that doesn't sound good at all!"
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A cold reception in a white family's suburban home wasn't exactly a novel experience for LaMarr, whether it was condescension to a young black man working more or less as muscle for hire or hostility toward the idea of an openly gay man teaching children, and it wasn't one he let get under his bulletproof skin. In this case, however, it was fairly clear that there was considerably more going on in the Howard household than mundane prejudice. Not all heroes retired with fondness in their hearts for the job, he knew, and that life had a way of bubbling back to the surface no matter how hard one tried to put it firmly in the past. 'Captain Freedom' had never claimed to be telepathic or precognitive back in the day and Lord knew he'd given the younger man a hard enough time about trusting his 'bad feelings' but he couldn't recall a single time those hunches had been wrong, either. It was enough to make him think this was more than an old man getting nervous about his grandchild following his footsteps into a dangerous world, at least. "Kind of you to say," he replied to Honey with a deep nod. Her concerns about her kitchen tiles weren't unfounded given his prodigious mass but he'd gotten good at stepping lightly when it was needed. "Not to sound too cornball but they really are the future, no word of a lie. I can understand all this making you nervous." He glanced over his shoulder toward the living room before turning back to the couple. "Can't just stick your head in the sand and hope a thing goes away, though. Better to meet it head on, been my experience."
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Sensible! Antibody Regiment 4 Toughness Save vs DC 27: 1d20+9 18 22 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP > 21 - Corona - Uninjured, 0HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Antibody Regiment 4 - Disrupted x3, Shaken, Staggered, Disabled 14 - Heavy Antibody Brigade - Unaffected 05 - Squad C - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad E - Disrupted x1 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad W - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad R - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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"Hey, I don't make the rules," Jill told Wildcat, letting out a breath of relief to see less experienced hero none the worse for wear, pride withstanding. She'd used her autoimmune overload to start rather than her force fields because she'd wanted the legislation quoting goons to feel what the victims of the tainted beverages had felt when she should have been focused on stopping the conflict before anyone had a chance to get hurt. Get your priorities straight, Espadas. Out load she just patted Wildcat on the shoulder and continued, "Heal laser wounds, give an annoying nickname. That's just how it goes. As for what's next, though..." She walked over to the leader of the leader of the paramilitary thugs and crouched in front of him as he struggled to light himself with one arm while his other hand clutched his stomach, matte black uniform now stained with bile. "Listen. Hey, c'mon, pay attention here, listen." She snapped her fingers in front of his face until he focused on her, grimacing and opening his mouth to spit out something rude. She silenced him with a lifted palm and a look. "I'm not going to threaten you, man, but you have to admit that this is not a good position for you, yeah? I am going to find your boss one way or another and short term and long term this goes a lot better for you if you don't make that any more annoying a process for me than absolutely necessary. We on the same page here?" The soldier closed his mouth and gave the masked woman an uncertain look, eye flicking over to look at Wildcat in search of some kind out out.
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"Flarkin' A," the big, green trooper who'd given Erin grief on the transport crowed as he headed up a wedge formation of the Terran's squad, the somewhat less gung-ho Ekna Veiu and the older Broan female who'd never mentioned her name close behind him. The squad sprinted into the pathway Wander had carved from mangled antibodies and widened it behind her, showering any of the drones that attempted to skitter over the mounds of their fallen brethren with concentrated burst of laserfire. Corona and Roulette's squads weren't far behind, the organized firing squads of the latter focusing of the stream of silver bodies crawling on too-long limbs down the edges of the canyon while the former group recovered from their flank very nearly being overrun. "How many of these Pit dammed things can there be?!" the Lor with the cybernetic eyes groused as he helped his canid comrade to his feet and pulled them both along in a hurried jog. Nearby, Jilinson-08 paused from directing his team long enough to observe in a reasonable tone, "Well, presumably the enemy converted the entire population of the--" He was interrupted as cybernetic hydraulics propelled an antibody further than anyone was expecting in a leap right for him, only to stop short as a well-timed shot from the injured canid took its mutilated head clean off. The drone continued to twitch on the glossy, green ground and the soldiers were left to remember exactly what they were gunning down in the scores. In front of the Coalition troops the canyon began to widen enough for them to see it opening up into the settlement-turned-communication relay. The cityscape was now dominated by a spire of computronium, the target they were fighting so hard to reach. Between them and it, however, was the thickest formation of antibodies yet, the every worker and artist and child of the city co-opted into a nightmare army of tortured flesh and alloy. They put some distance between themselves and the massive mole-slug's rending mouths but they wouldn't be able to punch through this group quite so easily as the faster, more fragile drones they'd fought so far.
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Kimber puffed out one cheek in an exaggerated pout. "Calling it a 'lure' doesn't really make me feel better abooouuu--mmh?" Her head turned bonelessly as Tarva walked past, trying to switch seamlessly to a less conspicuous topic of conversation and failing miserably. She snapped back around to face Indira, looking deeply embarrassed and placing her hands to either side of her face like blinders. "Alright, maybe you have a point. ...do you think I should say something about it? Like, she'd be upset if nobody said anything nice? Or do I not say anything 'cause she can wear whatever she wants and it doesn't matter what anyone thinks? Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna just not say anything. That's better." She paused briefly before biting her lower lip uncertainly. "Maybe?" Fortunately her internal debate was interrupted by the announcement that they would be landing shortly. Eve led the way as they disembarked, the sun low on the horizon behind the back of a familiar figure with dark, chocolate brown hair and a close-fitting red and white jumpsuit, waving as she jogged towards them.
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Antibody Regiment 3 Toughness Save vs DC 32: 1d20+11 17 Blammo! Trooper Squads C, E, W & R Attack Antibody Regiment: 4#1d20+5 8 6 22 11 Antibody Regiment 4 Toughness Save vs DC 25: 1d20+10 13 Alright, last stretch before they hit the cyberformed city! The densest part of the antibody army with the most powerful drones is between them and the communication relay! These are Trained Troops rather than Green Troops and there's lots of them! > 22 - Roulette - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Corona - Uninjured, Flat-Footed, 0HP 19 - Eclipse - Uninjured, 2HP 17 - Wander - Uninjured, 2HP 14 - Antibody Regiment 4 - Disrupted x2, Staggered, Disabled 14 - Heavy Antibody Brigade - Unaffected 05 - Squad C - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad E - Disrupted x1 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad W - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 05 - Squad R - Unaffected [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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"I guess that depends on what's scary to you, eh?" Kimber mused with brief, bright laugh, her smile extending to her entire face. "Pretty silly to be in a graveyard if you're afraid of running into dead folks now and then, don't you think?" She twirled her parasol between her fingers cheerfully, evidently oblivious to anything odd about that sentiment or phrasing. "You're not in the way at all, though, really! This isn't my graveyard and I'm always happy to meet new people! It's nice to see these guys getting some attention and-- I'm not asking her that!" The last bit was hissed in a whisper directed just over Vicki's shoulder, the eccentric brunette's eyes focusing on a point in the air a little between the other young woman and the simple gravestone. "Because it's 2015 and I don't think that was ever a polite thing to ask a lady! Aheh ha, sorry, sorry, got distracted there for a second!" she attempted to recover with a slightly more nervous smile, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. "Ha, yeeeaaah... So! Are you here with family or...?" Kimber nodded over to the gathering where the speeches had apparently wrapped up and people had left their chairs to mill about and take advantage of the picnic foods laid out for them.
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Eventually Trevor managed to drift off to sleep out of bone-deep exhaustion more than anything and when he woke he managed to eat something. With Erin home the acute pain of his grandfather's absence didn't lessen but it did become somewhat easier to shoulder with someone who could understand what he was feeling without requiring him to articulate that hurt in words. It was also a little easier to allow his parents to help with the petty organization of things now that he didn't feel quite so outnumbered by them. Janet readily took on the task of planning the public funeral, deftly toeing a line between grandiose and tasteful. It turned out that Travis had touched a great many lives in his civilian persona, from old research partners and students from his brief time as a university instructor to beneficiaries of the grants and scholarships set up in the Hunter name. Those families who might have sought to ingratiate themselves to the new steward of the Hunter fortune were carefully and politely pruned from the guest list, though given face-saving opportunities to save face with appropriately thoughtful donations or sound bites. It was all quite practical and if Erin perhaps caught Janet quietly staring at a portrait of her ex-husband's father with her arms wrapped around her shoulders, it didn't seem a moment to comment upon later. Ted saw to the legal and financial busywork with equal efficiency. It was no great surprise that the manor itself along with its contents and the bulk of Travis' liquid assets had been left to Trevor, with some interesting legalese ensuring his undisputed ownership of the esoteric collection of equipment and trophies housed below ground without naming them outright. More than comfortable with his own holdings, Ted seemed content enough with that arrangement; he came as near to raising his voice as any of the Hunter men ever had when an auditor suggested idly that he might have claim to dispute some of the will. He did sit down with Trevor and discuss frankly whether or not he would continue to manage his son's portfolio of stocks and other assets, a conversation that left Trevor feeling almost respected as a peer and decidedly uncomfortable for it. Specifically called out in the will and left to Ted was an antique chest stacked to the brim with well worn paperback books. The broad shouldered financier didn't deign to explain their significance but he did spend the remainder of his evening in Freedom City in the manor's library, silently going through them one at a time.
