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"I think Dan would mostly deal with growing his beard and complaining about 'kids today' if it were up to him," Kimber laughed in response, nose crinkling slightly as she did. "But if it's not haunted cabins, it's wendigo spirits possessing unsuspecting folks or some Igneous radicals stirring up trouble on the surface, eh? You know the drill." Taking a moment to look out into the street, the apparition noted a few passersby adjusting coats and scarves and immediately slapped her palm into her forehead. "Oh jams, did you want to go back inside? I sometimes forget what it's like to be cold, which is kinda ironic but what else is it gonna do to me, right?"
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Leaning against the counter, Trevor looked between Mark and Erin with a one eyebrow lifted just enough above his ruby and onyx eye to look disquieted. "Difficulty mixing liquid and gas aside," he began in his level baritone, "you realize that the mist comes from my body? Not a... condiment." He suspected Mark was still used to thinking of midnight mist as the chemical concoction of the original Midnight, as opposed to the organic compound exuded by the current bearer of that mantle, but the idea was still a little unsettling. -
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Trevor ignored Mark's wink with a heroic effort, taking a moment to recall in which cupboard Erin had secreted her mugs. Although the wealthy heir dropped the bulk of the high society mannerisms which were arguably a part of his birthright when among friends, there were still some topics it simply wasn't polite to discuss. More importantly, it might have encouraged Mark to share on the subject, which was surreal experience at best. Retrieving the cups, he set them on the counter while the already brewing machine finished its work. "Been well. University classes have been interesting. Attendance poorly monitored, thankfully." -
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Trevor offered her a shrug in return, a faint ghost of a smile passing over his features. as he finished with the buttons of his light brown shirt, leaving the collar undone and his feel bare for the time being. The young man waited until Erin had finished dressing before stepping over to place one hand on her hip and quickly kiss her. "Happy birthday," he noted somewhat redundantly, a genuine grin briefly parting his lips. Opening the door quietly and stepping out into the rest of the apartment, he cleared his throat so softly as to be barely audible to alert Mark to his presence as he entered the kitchen. -
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Though typically a light sleeper, Trevor had allowed himself to sink into a warm haze deep enough that it took a moment for him to awaken at the sound of the knock. Catching a furry, living projectile to the chest hastened the process considerably. Propping himself up while Erin went for the door, he scratched Charlie behind the ears as thanks for the kitten's restraint with his claws. The announcement from the other room drew a pause followed by a resigned sigh as the cat was gently deposited on the now empty bed while the dark haired young man cast about for wherever his pants had been unceremoniously discarded. To be fair, appearing in the hallway rather than teleporting directly into the apartment was rather tactful by Mark's standards, and much appreciated. -
With a flat grunt that might have indicated muted interest as easily as disappointment that he wouldn't have to disarm the device manually, Midnight followed Wander to take a look at the remains of the bomb. As an after thought, the black clad vigilante palmed a small disk from his belt and adhered it to the underside of the trailer, where it gave off enough light for those without his ocular mutations to see what was there more easily. Crouching to prod carefully at the incendiary device, he was annoyed to find it damaged past his ability to discern anything specific from it. Inwardly chastising himself for indulging in the EMP's lack of precision, the engineer noted at least the fairly typical components, lack of distinguishing construction and relative yield. He relaid he findings to the others in terse, almost guttural statements, eyes narrowed behind his featureless black mask. "Teleport Ratner away, feign attack, destroy empty trailer," he summed up the apparent plot. "Manufactured martyr."
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"Got that right," Ellie agreed emphatically with the sleepy bout of possessiveness through a drawn out yawn of her own, burying her face in the top of Mara's head, breathing in her girlfriend's light scent as the rhythm slowed and grew steadier. Sleep came quickly, but before long, the pre-med student's face tightened in a distressed frown. Murmuring something in an upset tone, she squeezed the girl in her arms more tightly and after a few moments relaxed again, drifting back into peaceful, untroubled sleep for the first time in a long while.
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Knowledge (Technology), Knowledge (Streetwise) (1d20+5=8, 1d20+5=16) Knowledge (Technology), HP reroll. (1d20+5=16) Swears. All the swears. All of them.
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"Wooah, a real zombie hero?!" Kimber brought the knuckles of both hands to her chin in a gesture of ill contained excitement at the thought of another undead superhero, evidently not at all off-put by the macabre notion. Freedom Angel on the other hand brought to mind Indira's explanation of the Kinigosi hunter goddess, and the phantom had an unsettling thought wondering how the angelic being would react to a 'lost soul'. Rather than focus on that, she instead answered Eric's question enthusiastically. "Uh, hello! Only the greatest!" she declared proudly, throwing her arms outward. "The main team is True North, they protect the whole country! Canadian Shield is the leader, but I think Verglass is my favourite, 'cause she's got cold powers kinda like me!" It was obviously from the seriousness of the declaration that it had been a close race and not a decision she'd come to lightly. "Dan - Daniel Storm, I mean - he's the one who found me and fixed my head and kinda adopted me, so he doesn't count, obviously, or he'd win automatically."
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Letting his free hand fall from his face to lay on the grass, Erik offered Willow an almost blank, dumbfounded look. "So... what? Your womb has play and pause controls?" Even the swordsman himself wasn't entirely sure if he was legitimately asking for clarification or just being generally incredulous. Part of him was relieved the hear that the entire thing wasn't the result of some colossal screw-up on his part, at least not entirely, but he was still having a lot of difficulty processing what the ancient guardian was telling him and adjusting his understanding of the situation accordingly. "I mean... months ago? But you're not, er... You... saved it?" The hand flew up to cover his eyes again, tearing up grass as it went and colliding with his face audibly. "Argh, I can't even have an adult discussion about bodily fluids, going to be the worst father ever, dammit."
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Tilting her head just enough to glare at Mara with largely feigned annoyance, Ellie muttered vaguely under her breath before accusing, "Minx." Shifting to wrap the arm recently freed by the blonde's repositioning around her waist in a manner that more comfortable and warmly affectionate than distracting, the taller girl didn't have much more luck than her partner maintaining her deadpan, a soft smile pulling at one side of her mouth. "Sure, give the couch all the credit," she continued to faux-grump, placing a chaste kiss on Mara's nose.
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Suddenly feeling considerably more alert, Ellie made her approval unequivocally if inarticulately known, her reclining frame straightening in a stretch that started at curling toes and worked its way up to an accommodatingly craned neck before simply melting. "Ah...! O-okay, that's... just not fair," she protested half-heartedly, a little out of breath. One side-effect of their respective busy schedules was a distinct lack of patience when they did find time to be together, but the coltish pre-med student was hesitant to start something she might not have the energy to finish.
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"I think Sage's powers seem super useful!" Kimber chirped enthusiastically, remembering to keep her voice down and only stopping short of probing Koshiro's shoulder again when she noticed the expression on his face. "I just mean, you're being super tough about it and all, but living people are really, y'know, fragile! Believe me, one second your fine, then: kkkt!" Making a death rattle noise, Ghost Girl stuck out her tongue and tilted her head further to one side than a physical spine would have even allowed before snapping it back into place with both hands. "I worry about you guys, is all."
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"Sheesh, downer," Kimber noted while pulling a face and ducking her head between her shoulders so that the collar of her jacket ended up on the same height as her nose. The ghost had largely assumed there wasn't much that could threaten her insubstantial existence, but that was looking more and more like naivety. Presented with Eric's list of names she lifted her chin again to shake her head. "Nope. I'm from Thunder Bay, see, so I've only really had time to get caught up with the important, Canadian heroes and some of their bad guys," she admitted. Had she not had the opportunity to explore Freedom Hall during the Gorgon crisis, she wasn't sure she would have even been able to name the League's current membership. "Dead Head and Freedom Angel kinda sound like band names, though."
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There was a moment of still silence before Erik sighed and removed the hand closest to the dryad from his face, exposing one eye. "...yeah. Yeah, I know." Noticing her hand lain in the grass between them, he met it halfway, wrapping lean, athletic fingers around her knuckles. "I'm basically freaking out here, and I get that you don't get why, and I'll try to explain that later, I guess, but for now if you could just get that I am, that would be... yeah. Dios." Rubbing the bridge of his nose with the hand stiff on his face, he grimaced. "Okay, that thought kinda got away from me. So, uh. This is maybe beside the point, but when you say 'allowed'...?" His habit of more or less treating everything from aliens pirates to sentient zombies to giant, mutant bees as though they were human had actually served him pretty well, historically, but he realized he'd never really taken the time to clear up just how Willow's physiology differed, once the immediately relevant features had proven pleasantly familiar.
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If Willow's expression was one of confusion, the look Erik gave her was nothing short of flabbergasted. Placing the fingers of each hand on his temples, the young man took a deep breath before continuing. "Okay, I'm getting that this is apparently one of those 'hilarious cultural misunderstanding' things, only this is less of a 'don't sleep on park benches' thing and more of a 'what the sweet fluffy hell, Willow' thing." He was talking even more quickly than his usual rapid fire banter, edging on stream of consciousness as he let words out in a rush until he was forced to take another breath. "For reference, here, having a kid is generally considered a team sport these days. There is, ideally, some frank discussion involved." With a groan, the swashbuckler threw himself backward to lay on the grass of the hill, covering his eye with his palms. "I'm really trying to remain calm on account of your giant, space sister being a huge, awful cow and all, but I'm missing some pages in my Willow-to-Erik dictionary, here."
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"I knew what you meant, amorcito," Ellie assured her with a throaty chuckle that quickly dissolved into a husky sigh as she pulled Mara's shoulders closer, half draping the shorter girl across her torso, pinning herself comfortably to the couch's back cushions. "I know you're not a hundred percent on the whole 'receiving gifts' thing, but they're supposed to be a little selfish." Closing her eyes and stifling another yawn, the brunette tilted her chin down toward the crook of her partner's neck so that her soft words were warm across Mara's skin. "Luckily, I wouldn't mind having you all to myself, either, so you can consider me a willing accomplice in your heist."
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"Three minutes? Pbbth, tourist," Kimber scoffed amidst continuing laughter. The undead teen certainly didn't seem particularly offended by any inadvertent choice of words; if anything she seemed more like to simply assume positive intent and forgive and forget any transgressions. It was difficult to imagine any lingering vendettas that might be tying her to the mortal plane. "Wow, it sounds like there's an awful lot of bad guys for ghosts!" she continued, giggles dying away as she frowned with concern. "I'm kinda surprised. But what's a 'necropolis'?"
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Of the groups notably less human members, Ghost Girl was unsurprisingly by far the most comfortable with the surrounding woods, slipping thought her vehicle's walls before it had come to a stop to flit cheerfully about the edge of the campus, passing through a few trunks before floating over to rejoin the group. She didn't feel like she had much to add to the explanation of Bastion's transformation, still not being entirely clear on what had happened herself, though she did observe that the woman in black seemed much too nice to be like any of the supervillains the phantom had met so far. Hanging towards the back, she glided over to Papercut, cutting a semicircle path around the origami artisan. "So, how's your... y'know..." she whispered inquisitively before poking a finger harmlessly a few centimeters into her teammate's shoulder then withdrawing it, "your bullet hole feeling?"
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"Oh, well, I don't know," Erik replied breezily, looking back down the hill at the distant activity and gesturing nonchalantly with one hand while he rested the other arm over his knees. "We could chat about the weather, I guess, or go over the finer points of hockey again. Or, hey, maybe we could talk about you being pregnant and not telling me." The tightness in the fencer's voice suggested some barely contained emotion, but in truth he wasn't sure how to feel. 'Panic' seemed fairly likely but not very helpful; fortunately he had considerable experience in bottling up feelings and letting his mouth run independent from any capacity for coherent thought.
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Stretching and arching her back to welcome Mara's touch with a pleased sound deep in the back of her throat, Ellie simultaneously brought her knees together to embrace the the inventor's legs tightly, jeans shuffling against each other quietly. "Okay, we're going to have to find some way of categorizing the sweet things you do and say, now," she murmured with a broadening grin while her strolling fingers made their way up to stroke the space between shoulder and neck. "I think the base unit of measure should be 'one Marbar'. As a point of reference."
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"Ooh, spooky," Kimber observed approvingly at Eric's codename. "I go by Ghost Girl! I have a mask and a logo and everything, it's very exciting!" The perky phantom has beginning to give the impression that pretty much everything struck her as exciting. "And I don't have a 'life' at Claremont. I know what you meant, but that's just very vita-centric language." She placed both hands on her hips and managed to maintain a straight face for all of two seconds before breaking into a fit of giggles. "Kidding, kidding! Hee... But really, it's been rad! My roommate's super cool and I get to be on the best school team and there's loads of field trips!"
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Rolling her eyes with an exasperated sound, Ellie shook her head as much as her reclined position would allow. "Honestly. December is what you told me when I asked ages ago, so I certainly hope so," the pre-med student harrumphed with exaggerated annoyance which was considerably undercut by choosing that moment to make a tangled mess of their feet and ankles. "I could just come up with something on my own, but there's your birthday, Christmas, our anniversary and Valentine's Day all within less than three months, so I'm going to run out of ideas without a little help."
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"One moment," Midnight responded to Wander as he slid back a step from the hellfire wielder and her pet demon. Evidently his mist was not going to be allowed to linger, but he still wasn't about to let the farce of a battle reach beyond the concert itself. Withdrawing a palm-sized cylinder from his jacket, he deftly twisted it apart at the midsection and dropped nonchalantly at his feet before speeding off in the direction of the trailer. Almost before he'd cleared the stage, an invisible wave surged from the device, marked only by the violent sparking and plaintive fizzling of the electronics in its wake. Several members of the audience dropped their ruined camera phones with cries of surprise while the ruined sound equipment behind the curtain smoldered away. None of the so-called 'Unifiers' looked particularly dependent on technology, but Midnight was willing to take the chance that at least one of the charlatans was faking their abilities with advanced equipment. Even if they weren't, silencing the various recording devices in the crowd was one less thing to worry about. If, as a result, Aryan Angel was unable to resume her performance, well, that was collateral damage the young vigilante could easily live with. Arriving next to Erin, he withdrew another gadget from his belt this time, his own gear naturally shielded from the electromagnetic pulse. The long, thin sensor wand immediately confirmed his suspicions; the starlet had been teleported away from the trailer the moment she'd entered. Unfortunately, in its current configuration, his monitoring device didn't have the range to find her destination, nor to piggyback on the signal to follow her. That in and of itself narrowed down the list of suspects considerably and he relayed the information to the rest of team in his usual brusque manner.
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"Think you misjudge her there," Trevor offered with what was now clearly his typical level, almost inflectionless tone. "Despite considerable outside pressure, Eve has depended on herself solely for some years. Opening up to others again, a relatively recent development." He wasn't entirely sure how to take the offhand comments about heavy dependance or being a 'good girl'. Coming from most people they would have seemed backhanded compliments, but Etain had a peculiar method of speech - something he could understand. "Dominant culture is... unkind regarding same-sex couples," he admitted. If his voice hadn't been so carefully controlled one might have thought there was a flash on anger at that observation. "Her options are comparatively limited."