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Subtle though it was, the expression on Trevor's face illustrated his feelings about another physics defying feline quite eloquently. "Reasonably sure he's not a manipulative super-intelligence, yes?" he asked for the countless time. They'd never really gotten the entire story behind Oliver's interventions and the missing details sat uneasily with the analytical young man. Debating between how to fill the rest of the evening, he made a soft, thoughtful noise around a mouthful of chocolate and nougat. He wasn't usually one for candy or confections in general but like any food he was liable to eat whatever happened to be at hand without much thought to preference. "Been a while since we had much time to ourselves."
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Ellie dodged the flying legwear smoothly and caught them out of the air with one hand before they could knock over any of the kitschy knickknacks liberally scattered about Carly's room. Tugging them on she found they were indeed in her size; given her penchant for thrift stores and second hand shops the suit pieces Mara had acquired for her actually fit better than she was used to. Perhaps they erred a little on the snug side but she suspected that was more a product of her girlfriend's exacting measurements than in spite of them. "Nice," she commended with a grin, accepting and donning the black hat before sorting out the white dress shirt and the second skinny black necktie. "I think Blues Brothers was a good call. Comfortable to wear around if nothing else."
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Jack of all Blades (4) Interceptors: Eden (3) The Espadas School: You Hold This End (1) Midnight (13) Vault Construction 101 (2) And Countless Screaming Argonauts (3) A Briefing With Friends (2) Midnight City (6) Wail (3) Street Sharks (1) Wood and Clay Will Wash Away (2) Ghost Girl (17) Mile in My Shoes (1) Enchanted Species (2) Going to the Other Place (1) The Ghost and the Machine (13) NPC - Jill O'Cure (3) Blues Sisters (7/2) GM (2) Mile in My Shoes (2) Everything can roll up to advance Jack's veteran reward total, then down to Wail, which should bring him to 25. The Ref Point can go to Ghost Girl.
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Making a sound in the back of her throat that gave up on sounding annoyed halfway through the kiss, Ellie took the opportunity for some childish revenge with a light swat at the inventor's backside when she turned to lay out the costume pieces on the bed. "Probably not, no," she drawled, unslinging her bag slipping off her worn running shoes. "Your concern is the stuff of legend. Any trouble finding the costume stuff?" Easy as it might have been to go overboard, they'd opted to keep their outfits for the evening simple but it wasn't as if Mara had had much opportunity to celebrate Hallowe'en in the past.
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"Kinky," Carly responded immediately, removing her hat and tucking the brim under one arm so that she could begin pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. The tall brunette gave Ellie a knowing look. "This explains all of those times you complained about being sore after a long night, huh?" "T-that...! I take a gymnastics class!" Ellie insisted as she recovered from a sputter, repeating her go-to excuse. In truth any stiffness or bruising she carried with her through a day of classes would be the result of moonlighting as a masked sidekick. Usually, at least. "Also, shut up." Turning Mara about by the shoulders, she pushed the shorter girl into the now vacant dorm room. "Your face? It's a thing you should shut. La~la~la~! ¡Cállate!" She closed the door emphatically behind them over the sound of uncontrolled laughter.
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Trevor murmured a soft approval at the plans and shared happiness at her success. Some part of him still wanted to make the case for Erin moving into the manor's ample room but the larger side recognized how important it was for her to have a space that was wholly her own after being a refugee and perpetual guest in turn. While her current apartment was by no mean unpleasant and he didn't consider himself overly materialistic, he did think she deserved better. Can take the rich boy out of the mansion... he mused inwardly. Ultimately he couldn't claim to have made his own way in the world nearly so completely as Erin; just one reason he remained quietly in awe of her. Realizing belatedly that he'd let the conversation lull even longer than usual, he coughed lightly. "Have to keep the cat happy, yes."
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Initiative. (1d20+6=15)
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"You're too good to me," Ellie noted with a grin, leaning forward briefly to tap the tip of her nose against Mara's in a shamelessly infatuated display of affection, emboldened by the relative privacy of the deserted hallway. There was something immensely gratifying about having her girlfriend present for the 'normal', mundane side of her life. With a click, the door to Carly's room reopened, its occupant stepping out in a flannel top, stetson and tall leather riding boots with a loop of rope slung around one shoulder. "Well, what d'you gals reckon?" she asked, playing up her previously subtle twang. "Too on the nose?"
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Just making sure! Ghost Girl Standard Action: Drain Strength vs. Gregory Milliner. (1d20+12=16) Nuts. Hero Point: Drain Strength vs. Gregory Milliner, HP reroll. (1d20+12=28) That's the last of her HP, but it's another DC22 Fort Save.
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"So help me, I'm actually proud that you could run circles around them," Ellie sighed with similarly mock distress, crossing her arms. "Just remember I actually have to go to class with these people after tonight, so the sass should ideally be kept to a family friendly light scalding." Just because she wasn't very good at following that advice herself didn't mean it wasn't good advice. She was a little nervous herself; she hadn't exactly been a pariah in high school but it was fair to say that these sort of events had never really gone well for her. University promised to be a different experience and she was hardly the same person she'd been three or four years ago but her subconscious remained unconvinced. "Yeah. Yeah, we don't have to stay long if it's a bust. Good call."
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"Movie, yeah. It's sort of a classic but, uh..." Ellie's mouth twisted to one side in consideration. "Not sure how flattering the comparison actually is. We should probably just take it as a compliment and roll with it." The coltish girl leaned against the hallway wall with one shoulder so that she was facing Mara and the door to Carly's room. "Anyway. Thanks for coming out tonight. It's probably not going to be that great or anything but it's pretty much the first big department shindig of the school year and I promised myself I'd be more social this semester." It sounded a little bit like an argument she'd prepared more for herself than anyone else and her sheepish smirk suggested she knew it. "But yeah, good to meet new people, so! Ideally those people won't be campus security though, muñequita"
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"Mmh," Trevor murmured as he watched for the lights of the vehicle to trail away. "Very strong. Reminds me of someone." Taking a seat again, he opened the thermos and took a sip to preserve his deadpan. "Nicholson? No, haven't had a reason. ...children generally don't like me." Gesturing to his spooky get-up with his free, he allowed himself a wry smile. "Hallowe'en excepted." With a break between groups of trick-or-treaters, he surreptitiously slipped a chocolate bar from the bowl and opened one end, breaking off a piece and offering it to Erin.
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"Thanks, I had to practice that a ton!" Ghost Girl beamed at the praise, completely oblivious to any discomfort on Miss Americana's part. "The tough part is not getting dizzy. Oh, and making sure the eyeballs go back in facing the right way." At the new request she nodded, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a relaxed sigh, allowing herself to cease holding back the waves of unearthly chill that naturally rolled off of her being. The effect was immediate, the temperature in the lab plummeting and a light coating of frost beginning to form on the equipment closest to the ghost.
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Yolanda gave the ghost enthusiast a pensive look. "I'm not sure what I want to grow up to be," she confided quietly to Erin, looking as serious as ever. "There's a lot of choices. Maybe something with a uniform, though. Like you and Mr. Steve?" Turning back to Trevor as the group prepared to leave, the little girl hesitated for a moment before asking, "Could I maybe visit you and Erin here sometime? When you're not being scary for Hallowe'en?" "Anytime you like," Trevor told her with another nod, more than a little charmed by the trick-or-treater's ardent manner. He gave the school children a wave as their chaperone let them back down the path to the street.
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"Actually..." Carly began, leading the girlfriends to the left of the elevator and past the double doors of a couch-filled common area. "No," Ellie interjected quickly, giving Mara an exaggerated look of reproach as she bit down on a laugh at the blonde's immediate approval. "Don't encourage her. I mean, don't encourage me. You know what I mean!" Their wasn't any heat to be found in the amused rebuke; if anything it was nice to be reminded that Mara was always firmly in her corner. The resident student brought them through a curving hallway flanked by card-key locked dorm room doors, making it almost all the way to the end before they came to hers. "You two are just a regular Thelma and Louise, you know that? It's adorable and also a little bit terrifying," Carly informed them as she unlocked the door and slipped inside. "Just give me a quick minute to change then it's all yours!"
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Trevor did little more that quick an eyebrow at Corbin's artless attempt to cover but the momentary distraction was all it took for his precarious application of leverage to give way, sending his hand smacking into the table with Quo-Dis' over top. Pulling back the limb and flexing his smarting fingers experimentally, he gave the superhumanly powerful woman a faint smile and nod of humility before flatly replying to the flustered young man, "Preaching to the choir." He might not have been one to discuss such things in public but the soft-spoken heir was not without a sense of dry humour.
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"It was the name of a garden," Erik explained, looking away from the newborn to meet the dryad's eyes with a tired smile, brushing the white hair from her face. "The first garden, I guess. A perfect, beautiful place. Seems to fit." There was a brief pause before his grin widened and he sheepishly admitted, "Plus it starts with an 'E'." The swordsman looked back to his sleeping daughter, his expression turning quietly thoughtful, a strange look on the outgoing hero. "Names are important, I think."
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Wail Alright, this is going with the spirit of the grappling rules a little more that the letter, but I'm going to have Wail knock the heads of the two crows he's grappling together. He should be able to damage a foe he had pinned, which he does, so I figure as a full round action he ought to be able to just sort of smack them into each other. If that's okay with you, troll, it'd be a DC 33 Toughness Save for each of them with Power Attack 5.
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Sorry, is Milliner bound or not?
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Finally having a moment to concentrate on the Bauble itself, Cobalt Templar heard the strange clockwork ticking clearly once again, regular and orderly until, as if in response to his attention, it abruptly began click as if the tooth of a gear had come loose. The strange object gave the temporarily deceased youth the impression of straining machinery. The, with a great crack inaudible to anyone who hadn't been exposed to the cosmic gear box of the multiverse the dimensional cogs began running freely again as the Bauble let loose a blinding cascade of light that swept over the battlefield. As vision returned, the heroes and villains alike found themselves back to normal, in familiar costumes and form. The origami creatures about Ghost Girl fell lifeless to the dock, no longer animated by her will and Sage could once again hear the background hum of the city's many minds. Wraith's substance returned to its fluid, uniform state while Papercut once again possessed real flesh and real clothes. High up in the sky, Citizen's emitter was set loose from the mystical ring, which slid through his holographic form toward the water below... well out of reach of the suddenly very corporeal and very mortal Cobalt Templar, plummeting through the air with the once again dormant Quantum Bauble in hand!
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"Now, is he talking about an actual hazmat team or is that the name of another of you young bucks?" Wail asked Cannonade in as lowered a tone as the sonically empowered veteran hero could manage without straining himself. He'd managed to meet a good number of contemporary heroes since coming out of retirement but there was a big difference between that and the way he'd once been connected to the city's vigilante community. "Either way, I'm not arguing. No use standing around when there's pushers who need their sense of civic responsibility realigned percussively."
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"I know," Yolanda told Erin as she carefully selected a chocolate bar with nuts in it and deposited it in a sizable pillow case. "Dressing up like a doctor means I've gotta be responsible. Uniforms are important like that." Striding over next to Erin, Trevor's reserved body language fit well with the stiff nature of the character he was dressed up as. Looming far above the children with his ruby-on-onyx eyes unconcealed for once, he offered a faint smile. "Hello." Yolanda looked right back up at him, unblinking and evidently undeterred by his appearance as she performed a silent adjudication. "Hi. You're very tall," she informed him earnestly. "Yes," Trevor agreed with a brief nod that the Nicholson student returned as if they'd reached an understanding.
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"Probably tell stories if you asked," Trevor suggested thoughtfully, absently scratching at his neck where sizable metal bolts were adhered with a custome batch of spirit gum his grandfather had whipped up for the occasion; it didn't have any unusual properties, really, but the chemist took pride in going above and beyond what could be bought off of a shelf, in the same way Trevor insisted on building nearly everything component he used from scratch. "Think he just gets tired more quickly these days, even just talking." He stepped to the side as the young group arrived at the door, leaving room for Yolanda to sprint ahead of the group and return the hug. "Hi, Erin! Happy Hallowe'en," the seven year old greeted before letting go and looking as gravely solemn as she was able. "Sorry. I'm supposed to say 'trick or treat'." Happy as she was to see one of her rescuers, the girl was obviously taking the acquisition of candy very seriously indeed.
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"Oh sure," Carly confirmed, hitting the button for the eighth floor and stepped back into the elevator. "I mean for one thing she's actually smiling." "Hey, I smile!" Ellie protested, feeling a little off-balance as different sides of her life collided. It wasn't like she kept her time on campus a secret but there a pretty big difference between talking about her day while sitting on the couch in Mara's apartment or even just having the engineer observe for herself and getting someone else's perspective. The reedy girl snorted undaintily. "The 'you just said something stupid and I'm about to hand you a verbal beatdown your grandkiddies will feel' look doesn't count, gal. The program can be pretty dang competitive," she explained for Mara's benefit. "Even in the second year you can already pretty much tell who's got the stuff. Ellie's up around the top in every class she's got which brings out the claws with folks who aren't doing so hot. Heh, not usually more than once, though." Carly chuckled easily as the elevator arrived at its destination and the doors slid open. "Your girl isn't exactly one to turn the other cheek."
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"Like to have seen that," Trevor murmured quietly, squeezing the hand resting on his hip briefly. He'd met the Earth-Prime counterpart of Erin's father, true, but they both knew that wasn't the same thing. "He does love Hallowe'en," he said of his grandfather, the make-up and false stitching exaggerating his small smile. "Was one of the first, not wearing a strange uniform or armor but a costume. Being more than just a person, tapping into something." Catching himself before he could launch into an entire, tersely worded dissertation on the nature of fear and the rise of the mystery men, he gave Erin an apologetic glance. "Ahem. Not talking about work tonight."
