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    Kimber's eyes went wide as she watched Eric draw out the spiritual essence of his drink, slapping her hands down toward the table in surprise then quickly compensating when they naturally passed right through the surface unhindered. "Oh. My. Goodness. You can do that?!" she whispered urgently, clearly struggling to contain her body language to avoid drawing undue attention. "There truly needs to be some sort of ghost orientation package that explains this stuff. Okay. Deep breaths," the phantom continued at high speed, forcing herself to slow down to concentrate. "Well, not actually breathing, but... Focus! Plucking life, plucking life, plucking life..." Rubbing her temples and setting her jaw with determination, Kimber squinted at the latte for several long beats, muttering her mantra under her breath until a faint shimmering energy gradually lit about the cup. Clapping her hands together, the girl let out a sound of delight. "Eeeee~!"
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    Thank goodness for interfering younger siblings, Trevor thought to himself as he willed his throat to stop constricting in reaction to Mark's unsurprising success with the local iteration of Erin. There wasn't much he could do about the departing teenagers but hope for the best and focus on the challenge at hand. "Yes," he responded to Roger's restatement directly and simply. "Focused on practical application. Miniaturization. Vehicle design," the dark haired youth elaborated honestly, talking another sip of coffee and looking fairly inscrutable behind his nearly opaque sunglasses. "Several excellent R&D companies in Freedom. Like to stay active."
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    Carefully retrieving Erin's discarded gloves, Midnight remained the consummate professional as he tucked them away and noted the discrepancies she'd pointed out. "Good catch," he murmured quietly enough that it didn't travel past the two of them before he strode to the trailer's door and caught Mark's attention. "Edge. Teleport the body to the Manor." Blatantly interfering with a crime scene with the police already on their way wasn't his first choice, but explanations could wait until further analysis had given them the complete picture. The young vigilante wasn't about to risk the twisted plan succeeding despite the lack of explosion.
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    Shoving the bound and kneeling Eastland face-first into the dirt almost as an afterthought, Midnight strode swiftly to follow Wander through the entrance to the trailer. Gesturing brusquely for the others to refrain from entering just yet, he moved cautiously forward, observing the metal room itself in a glance before narrowing his focus to the corpse sprawled so that it hung partway off of the bed. There was no mistaking Greta Ratner, certainly, by her tasteless stage costume if nothing else. Judging by the timing of events, she'd simply been dumped there, set to leave physical evidence in the debris of the trailer. Something about that didn't sit right with the young detective, however; if the plan had been to kill Ratner all along, why bother teleporting her away in the first place? Double-cross? Missing something. Regardless, not making sure the bomb was still in place had been sloppy, and that gave them a chance to catch up. The body's arms were bruised, injuries inflicted before death, signs of someone holding her down. The puncture wound in her torso and the telltale signs of cardiac arrest pointed to the cause of death: and injection of potassium chloride, straight into her heart. After the explosion, there would have been no evidence of any of it, even if someone had bothered to look. Cold and calculating. Pawns sacrificed on a chessboard. For all the legacy hero had despised Ratner and all she stood for, she'd been barely more than a child and no combatant. Whoever was pulling the strings had used her as a prop and attempted to leverage the reformed League as players in their sadistic farce. Tightly leashed anger practically radiated off of Midnight in palpable waves as he stood again, but there would be time for that later. Quickly noting what he'd found to the others, he crossed his arms, inviting any addition observations.
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    Investigate; Notice. (1d20+12=28, 1d20+10=22)
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    I more meant giving them all separate initiatives rather than just all at once. Doesn't really matter, since there's only one hero; they'll all go together anyway!
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    Though the table had enough room for everyone to sit once it had been extended, it was a bit crowded and it was a testament to Trevor's precision and practiced flexibility that he was able to deliver a pointed reminder of propriety to Mark's shin without disturbing anyone else. He knew Mark had only the best intentions, as ever but the outgoing young humanitarian sometimes needed to be coached in the art of 'toning it down'. Accepting the offered coffee with a nod of thanks, he took a long, contemplative sip before setting the cup down and complimenting the local roast. "Erin Keely tells me you've been working in a boutique?" he attempted with an interested look in Clarissa's direction, his experience with socialite small-talk mysteriously deserting him.
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    Expectations (IC)

    Gizmo replied to Gizmo's topic in Elsewhere

    Erik's feelings were still a chaotic mess, distracted from sorting them out by the enormity of the imminent changes in his life. On one hand, Willow had made decisions without consulting or even informing him, but on the other hand the swordsman was beginning to understand why that wouldn't have even occurred to the ancient guardian. The difficulty he had staying angry with a familiar, copper toned nose brushing against his face probably didn't hurt either. "I think we can call 'regular interaction' and 'no mind control' a solid rule one and two," he agreed with a faint smirk. Lying back down with a sigh, he looked up as the clouds in Sanctuary's sky passed by in the breeze. "So, anything else I should know about?"
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    Wow, you're running these guys all separately? Okay then. Initiative. (1d20+2=14)
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    "'Backwoods explorer of the strange', hee! You're really good at making things sound cool," Kimber grinned, taking a moment to make sure she was floating atop the cafe chair convincingly. She'd gotten a fair amount of practice with that already, sitting in class, but it was tough when you couldn't actually feel the seat underneath you. With that assured, the ghost seemed fairly enthralled by the coffee cup's raised lid and the steam rising from the small opening in it. After a beat, she shot Eric a sheepish look, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Er... I can't actually drink it. Obviously! I just thought it'd look weird if I was sitting without a drink." Lowering her chin closer to the beverage, she gave it a contemplative stare. "I don't know if I can actually do anything with it, honestly. Guess I didn't really plan that out..."
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    Trevor was silent for several beats while he considered Etain's statement. It had become abundantly clear by that point that the illusionist took considerable pains to not say anything that could be construed as a falsehood; whether that was a personal choice or an actual compulsion he couldn't know but with countless interrogations already under his belt despite his years, the dark haired young man knew when someone was being honest with him. That the delicately articulate girl sitting across from him would make such a sweeping statement about what Eve deserved spoke volumes. "That will have to do, then."
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    If seeing Megan-Prime had been unsettling, meeting Erin's native counterpart was simply strange. Trevor had at some point grown accustomed to interacting with multiversal duplicates of the people in his life, and while this version was one of the most physically different the young man found himself rolling with the situation better than he might have feared. Helps that I got the attractive one, he mentally noted somewhat uncharitably. It wasn't as though Erin-Prime wasn't pretty, but he sincerely hoped she never had an opportunity to test how much of Wander's combat ability was natural talent. "Hello," he said aloud, with a half-wave.
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    Trevor looked over to Clarissa in the middle of reflexively pulling out a chair at the kitchen table for Erin, answering her direct question, "Yes." There was a beat of palpable silence before he realized that he was probably expected elaborate beyond that. "Family has lived in Freedom for generations. Transferred to Claremont to finish junior year. Where I met Erin... Keeley." There was a slight hesitation before he deigned to adopt the local notarization, awkward though it seemed to him. While his manner of speech was impossible to miss, his smooth baritone prevented it from seeming stilted. "And Mark. Currently in the engineering program at FCU." Casting a significant look at his thankfully well-behaved friend from behind his sunglasses, the dark haired youth subtly indicated the leaves of the table, moving to extend one side while Mark took care of the opposite.
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    Midnight is making a Skill Mastery Intimidate check of 35 against Johnny Reb which the latter cannot beat.
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    "Leave this to me," Midnight instructed as he stepped out from the shadows below the trailer like a dread specter seeping forth from some wretched underworld determined not to return from whence he came alone. His voice, just quiet enough that one was compulsively forced to strain to make out the words, grated like gravel being crushed against itself, echoing hollowly through his featureless black mask while red, luminescent eyes narrowed and focused on his target. Even then, it was only once the frightening figure made it all the way to Eastland and grabbed the front of the disgraced soldier's uniform about the neck to drag him along without breaking stride that the bigot's expression of defiance began to waver. Continuing until they were out of earshot of the other heroes, Midnight dumped their prisoner unceremoniously on the dirt, littered with discarded plastic cups, ticket stubs and cigarette butts, crouching slightly to meet the visibly shaken Reb's eyes. No one else would likely ever know the exact words spoken in the moments that followed, but it unsettlingly short order the craven racist made clear his readiness to spill his guts.
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    "Jiminy Cricket!" LaMarr swore as he spun around to view the explosion, not bothering to shield his eyes as debris tumbled down from above. Spotting the disc like silhouette by the building, he took off back inside and up the staircase. In his younger years, the sonic shouted wouldn't have hesitated to blow the intruding vehicle out of the sky with a single, well placed scream, but the benefit of experience made him wary of such an attack so close to people's homes, especially when he hadn't yet gotten a good look at just what he was dealing with. His hurried footfall left appreciable dents in the stairs as he ran, bringing him back to the Desmaris' door, which he forced open with a single, super-strong shove.
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    Expectations (IC)

    Gizmo replied to Gizmo's topic in Elsewhere

    "Daughter...? Ha, yeah, I mean, I guess she would be," Erik rambled absently in slowly dawning realization, the fencer's attention continuing to catch unexpectedly on individual words of the dryads attempts at assurance. "If you're set up to... 'replenish' then it would be a girl. Haha..." Sitting up enough on the hillside to lift his free arm and rest his face in it's hand, he chuckled, the sound quickly growing into the easy sort of laughter that came from pent up tension being released. Eventually he calmed down enough to the concerned expression slipping onto Willow's face. His own features softened, and he squeezed the hand in his own gently. "Hey. Listen, I think I'm starting to get why you didn't... want to worry me with this, maybe?" he began slowly, catching her gaze and holding it. "But this kid? She is never going to have to wonder where her dad is or why he couldn't be there, okay? I don't know if I'll be a good father, but I'm going to be a father. That's how family works."
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    Expectations (IC)

    Gizmo replied to Gizmo's topic in Elsewhere

    Erik opened his mouth to say something than closed it again almost immediately, muttering something unintelligible before attempting again. "I was about to make some remark about ants before I remembered we were on Giant Talking Bee World and got some perspective on relative weirdness," he admitted with a sigh. At he last remark, however, he turned to give her a baffled look, scrambling with a modicum of acrobatic grace to prop himself up on his elbows. "What? Dios Will, is that why you didn't bother telling me you were planning this?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch and his expression one of hurt. "After what I told you about my old man, do you really think I'd... I'd... That's a helluva thing." The last of the thought was largely directed at himself, unable to finish his sentence.
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    Trevor nodded politely to Carissa and Megan, remembering to deepen the gesture slightly more than he normally would have. He noticed Erin's reaction to seeing this version of her younger sister and was mildly surprised to find himself affected as well. He'd never met the Megan from Erin's home reality, knew her only through the infrequent times the dimensional refugee had spoken of her, but her absence was a palpable one that Erin carried with her at all times. Seeing the young girl there, standing in a house unavoidably overlain with his memories of it's ruined counterpart was off-putting to say the least. So distracted it took him a beat before he actually spoke aloud. "Hello. Sorry to arrive unannounced," he began, his soft baritone filling the entryway despite its lack of volume as he removed his hat with one hand and gave another, shallower nod to Mrs. White. "The trip was... on short notice."
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    JoaB dodges (Dok's lasers, not fatherhood!) 11/16/2011 Jack of all Blades Just a quick typo fix here. His flat-footed Defense should be +9, rather than +6. JoaB dodges (Dok's lasers, not fatherhood!) 11/16/2011
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    Midnight Nootropics applied 11/16/2011 Midnight II Easy edits this time around. 5PP to spend: 4PP - Raise Intelligence to 18. I've always played him as a little smarter than his sheet really reflects, and it's time to fix that. 1PP - 4 additional Skill ranks, for 140R = 35PP total, arranging them like so after the Int bump: [b][u]Skills[/u]:[/b] 140R = 35PP Acrobatics 6 (+10)Skill Mastery Craft (Mechanical) 11 (+15) Disable Device 8 (+12) Drive 11 (+15)Skill Mastery Gather Information 5 (+10)Skill Mastery Intimidate 20 (+25)Second Chance, Skill Mastery Investigate 8 (+12) Knowledge (History) 6 (+10) Knowledge (Streetwise) 5 (+9) Knowledge (Tactics) 11 (+15) Knowledge (Technology) 6 (+10) Language 2 (ASL, French, English [Native]) Medicine 3 (+5)Skill Mastery Notice 8 (+10)Skill Mastery Perform (Dance) 1 (+6) Sense Motive 13 (+15)Skill Mastery Stealth 16 (+20)Skill Mastery Midnight Nootropics applied 11/16/2011
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    Trevor didn't particularly want to, given the circumstances, but he supposed they'd at least have a perfectly legitimate excuse to keep the visit short. Stuffing the undone tie into one of his jacket's pockets, he found and withdrew a pair of sunglasses for all intents and purposes identical to those he customarily wore to hide his eyes. Putting them on, the dark haired youth took a moment to hand Mark his now empty cup and take a centering breath before turning back to Erin and gesturing cordially to the front door, indicating that she should lead the way.
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    Gritting his teeth ever so slightly, Trevor debated attempting to impress upon Mark specifically why this had been a uniquely poor idea, to illustrate for the well-meaning young man which factors he might be observant of in the future to avoid similar indiscretions, but it seemed a largely futile effort. Instead he simply took the proffered hat brusquely, placed it atop his head then turned to Erin while he removed the tie that had appeared around his neck, attempting to affect a slightly less formal look more in line with her own outfit. "Can be gone before we're seen," he offered softly, searching her expression.
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    Having experienced this particular train of Mark's thoughts before, Trevor recognized what his friend was planning a moment too late to do anything about it. It took only the most cursory of glances about their new surroundings to confirm his suspicions. Downing what was left in the mug in his hand very deliberately, he took a step closer to the reality controlled, narrowing her discoloured eyes and lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Mark. I have not showered, have neither my shoes nor my sunglasses and barely a single cup of coffee in my system," he intoned as calmly as ever, though his free hand rose in a vaguely claw-like gesture. "Do these strike you as ideal circumstances to arrive unannounced at the home of an alternate reality version of my girlfriend's family?"
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    The composed look Trevor gave the clock was all but unreadable, his habitual stoicism serving him well. This was entirely one too many topics he did not feel up to discussing before he'd even had his morning coffee, and the dark haired young man turned his attention fully to the mug in his hands with the intensity of one searching for refuge. A few long moments and a largely emptied cup later he was feeling considerably more able. "Certainly is a clock," he noted with measured precision, noting in retrospect that it was probably going to take more than one cup.
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