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"Something's hinky..." Jack informed her, brow furrowing as he tried to cast his senses further outward. "Sorta music of the spheres only swirly lights..." He looked from the crates to Bombshell. "What's the name of the painting of the night sky only all twisty? The one they always make posters of? Like that." He gestured in small circles to facilitate his description.
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Leaning back slightly, Trevor regarded Alex contemplatively. "Expect a lot of people." It was a statement or observation, not a question, and the young man's measured tone lacked both notes of approval or reproach. "Expect a lot of yourself," he added, picking up his cup once more to take a sip. As overly optimistic as he thought the diminutive telepath was being, there was also no reason for her to take all of that burden on by herself.
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Jack took a moment to look upward as he smoothly followed Bombshell into the back room. "" Stepping into the back room, he adjusted his wool lined jacket against the slightly chillier dimness and moved about slowly, taking stock. Presumably this was where all of the gallery stored its exhibits when they weren't on display or under better security; there might be something relevant to be seen, though the swashbuckler wasn't really used to coming at a situation from the perspective of a burglar.
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Trevor was still for a moment, his eyebrows receding into his bangs as he gaped broadly enough to knock his chin out of his palm, forcing him to right himself to avoid toppling into the bubbling water. His hair seemed to be moving of its own accord until it became clear that thing streams of pitch black midnight mist was wafting up from the top of his head. "...'scuse us a sec," he instructed the others before the mist abruptly thickened, expanding into an obscuring cloud, although it remained a fraction of his full capable output, only covering one side of the hot tub. In the sudden darkness, he slid toward Erin, her body heat glowing a soft red in his metahuman vision. As he placed a hand on her cheek and drew closer, she could feel a slight quiver running through his arm. "Feeling's mutual," he breathed in a whisper, "on both counts." He leaned in closer and kissed her gently, a new undercurrent of intensity and urgency present in the gesture.
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While the others gave Mike a hard time over his evasive answer, Trevor simply crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head sadly, his expression disapproving, showing a remarkable level of seriousness for a shirtless teenager halfway submerged in bubbles. He relaxed as Erin's head rested on his shoulder, but looked over, mournful, when she straightened, evidently still upset. He shifted to raise one knee out of the water, resting elbow on it and his chin on his hand with a glum look.
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Frowning slightly to herself, Jill recreated the shimmering ball in front of her, placing in between her outstretched hands. With a little concentration she was able to shift it into an egg shape, then a well defined cube. Experimenting, she tried compressing the energy field without lessening its strength, folding it in over itself. "'m good," she told Stesha absently, staring intently at her work, eyes narrowing behind her bandanna mask.
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"If you're gonna call in any of the Claremont kids, probably not a good idea to let them know I'll be there," Erik advised Eli with a muted wince. "I may have managed to inadvertently kinda sorta maybe earned their eternal enmity." His sister, perched on the back of the couch, gave him a flat look. "And you're sending me to class with them." "Little bit, yeah," the swashbuckler admitted. With an inarticulate grumble, the teen rubbed her eyes with the heels of each hand.
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Trevor tilted his head to one side slightly, his expression ponderous. He hadn't actually had a specific question in mind, an odd sensation for the usually meticulous planner. He discarded a few options out of hand as being too easy, and a few more for being either too personal or potentially having answers he was happier not knowing. Finally, he pointed dramatically in Mike's direction. "Name one thing you want to do before getting married."
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Trevor eased himself back into the water with considerably more care than he'd used to lift himself upward, a little embarrassed to find how closely his internal reasoning matched his friend's explanation. Off Erin's less than impressed expression, he looked back and forth between the two for a moment. "...Mark made me do it." Clearing his throat with less subtlety than usual he turned to the other side of the hot tub. "Mike. Truth or Dare?"
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"...maidens in distress, right," Jill grumbled under her breath, evidently unimpressed. The coltish girl took a seat nearby, crossing her arms over her chest while she waited for Stesha to get back. Should see if Gai can give me some tips; shaping rock can't be that different from force fields. Deciding to make the most of the situation, she called over the the cloaked man fussing with the kettle. "So, did you have any pointers in mind, exercises, something?"
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Jill gave Supercape a flat look at his obvious hedging regarding the make-up of the dome. "Yeah, let's not overwhelm my delicate girlish mind with all those facts, now," she drawled dryly, her mouth compressing into a thin line. "Like I said, the 'blue stuff' is magically reinforced bioenergy. I extend it out like a spiderweb and shore up the gaps with more power. Bulletproof, selectively permeable and sparkly. 'Cause you know how much I love sparkles!" she added with exaggerated excitement, apparently not yet letting go the perceived slight.
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Trevor raised one eyebrow while lowering the other. "Villainy is not attractive, Mr. Lucas," he chided with tipsy severity, touching the fingers of one hand to the side of his head in a half-hearted attempt to shake off some of the psychically induced inebriation. "But in the spirit of the exercise..." Without getting out of the tub, Trevor placed one hand on its bottom and extended his lean form, lifting himself from his seated position with undulled motor control until he was balanced with his toes pointing upward, his board shorts bunching downward and the ends of his hair falling into the bubbles. He thought for a moment before shrugging with his unoccupied shoulder, the gesture looking strange upside down. "Suppose Sandstone is a brick. House." Snorting to himself, he clarified, "It's funny because it's a song."
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Trevor's eyes narrowed as his brow furrowed in concentration. He steepled his fingers in front of his nose then sunk deeper into the tub until only fingertips and slivers of onyx orbs were visible above the bubbles. There was a long, silent moment as he intently contemplated the choice. The pause was threatening to turn awkward when he abruptly straightened and addressed Mark. "Truth and dare, for double bonus points," he declared gravely.
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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [IC]
Gizmo replied to Dr Archeville's topic in West End
Jack collected his grapple and swung himself over the railing, dropping nimbly to the street below. "Well, that went sideways in a truly embarrassing way," he fumed over the comlink in his greatcoat's collar as he closed the distance to the MAVERIC. "Guy set fires in my neighbourhood, Colt; I want his butt in a sling yesterday." Evidently ignoring any unfortunate wording on Grim's part, he swung into his seat and closed his eyes, trying to feel for anything useful against the background of prickly heat from the fire's diminishing energy signature. -
Up above Jack keyed the intercom. "Freaked out nothing, girl made me puke my handsome guts out," he called down to Grim. When Fulcrum pondered how her Terminus radiation signature must have appeared to his metamagi senses, he offered, "Sort of a big anti-backlight smell covered in half rotted, sticky mold. Y'know." He winced in spite of himself, hand reflexively moving in a slow circle over his stomach. The fencer regarded Dynamo's whiteboard antics with a critical eye. "You guys realize he could put anything up there and none of us would know if he was making it up or not, right?" When the speedster launched into his rapid fire explanation however, Jack felt his eyes glazing over as his mouth dropped open slightly. "..or not."
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"Don't ask me how I ended up being the only one who takes training seriously," Jack warned Erin with an exasperated sigh, protesting perhaps a little too strongly. "...darnit, Zip, tag is not an excuse to try to cop a feel in front of company!" The swashbuckler vaulted into the fray, acrobatically sliding through the obstacles after the speedster. Jill was right behind him, leaping over a low flying polyhedron and using it to spring into the air, tumbling through the beams of brightly coloured light. "You are such a hypocrite!" she accused. "Y'know what I like about Wander? She's actually quiet sometimes." her brother retorted, kicking off of the far wall to reverse his trajectory. The younger sibling rolled her eyes as she rolled along a trail of illuminated floor tiles. "Pfft, way to prove my point, Einstein."
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Jill craned her neck upward, stepping around to take in as much of the crystalline canopy as quickly as she could. "Woah. That's a lot of... woah." The sardonic teen blinked several times, impressed in spite of herself. "Okay, so Mr. Fancy Poncho's got serious game," she admitted. More politely, she turned to Supercape. "If you think you could show me how to do some of that... that would be pretty cool."
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Jill looked as though she was about to be physically ill. "Yeeeaaano. There's a reason I stopped having sleep overs as soon as my friends started liking boys. I'm not here to be 'Jack of all Blades' sister', y'know?" She shoved her hands in her pockets and scrunched her shoulder closer together. "Anyway, we're still working the whole secret identity angle, so Casa d'Cure isn't exactly going to be party central anytime soon."
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Although it was his feet that were in the hot tub, Trevor felt his face grow warm as Erin slid down in the water next to him. Hoo boy. Easy on, just keep it under... keep... oh. The lean youth examined one of his hands, tingling slightly as nearly invisible wisps of mist wafted from the fingertips. He frowned for a moment before looking over to giggling telepath. Oh. Oh. That's too funny. Snorting lightly, he followed Erin into the tub, laying his arms along the edge and being careful not to get any of the inky smoke mixed in with the bubbles. "Challenge accepted," he informed Mark emphatically, pointing an index finger at his gregarious chum.
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"Meh, the key qualities for a good study group partner are finding ways to slack off and taking turns making popcorn," Jill opined with a lopsided smirk. Bringing her hands back down, she shrugged. "I'm not exactly winning any landspeed records for making friends here anyway. Shocking, considering my staggering level of awesome, but true." Her tone was dryly sardonic, but the suppressed frown tugging at the corner of her mouth spoiled some of the humour.
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"Oh, not sleeping!" Jill exclaimed in an exaggerated tone of revelation. "Well there you go, that's where I was going wrong!" Laughing, she laced her fingers behind her head and followed Erin toward the cafeteria. "Honestly, I think a lot of it is just training up some endurance. The patrolling gets me a lot more than the all-night cram sessions. If you ever want to study group it up, lemme know."
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Jack let out a nearly silent, breathy chuckle as Bombshell's question buzzed against the stubble on his neck. "Oh, I'd say we've made an impression," he answered, moving his hand further up he back until it was obscured my honey blonde locks. With the other hand entwined with the ex-spy's, he leaned forward, supporting her weight while giving them both a better view as a waiter walked quickly by, pointedly avoiding looking in their direction. "You'd think they'd appreciate performance art."
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With a more audible cough, Trevor schooled his expression from vaguely stunned to mutedly affable. Retrieving one of the glasses Mark had poured, he raised it delicately, placing the free arm across the small of his back. "To friends who know how you feel without it being said," he toasted, inclining graciously from the waist and using a tone Erin recognized from his calculated public appearances. Telepathy doesn't count, he thought wryly as he sipped lightly before placing the glass back down. Stepping around the hot tub, he took a seat next to Erin. "So," he murmured, barely more than a whisper, "did I already say 'wow'?"
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"Family," Trevor agreed, closing his eyes as he took a long sip on his beverage. "Understandable." Setting the cup down again, he steepled his long, lean fingers contemplatively. "Outing Phalanx... inadvisable." The young man's pale brow furrowed subtly as his mouth turned downward in a mild frown. "Does remind people of the Centurion. Reveal the origin of his powers, he'll remind them of the Centurion's death."
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"Hhnn. Normal." Trevor stared pensively into his cup, eyes narrowing subtly. That was a desire he could understand. Though he saw little appeal in an average life of mundanity, one more than one occasion he'd regretted the twist of fate that had bestowed on him his unique physiology. "That press conference... bold move, but dangerous. Could lead back to the school; starting point for uncovering the rest of Young Freedom."