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  1. Trevor led the way out the hall, retrieving the keys to the long black vintage car when Pete pulled it around for them. Pausing for a moment as he opened the driver's side door, he instead tossed the keys to Erin and made his way around to the other side of the vehicle. "Didn't get much of a chance to drive before," he noted, settling into the passenger seat, apparently perfectly comfortable, just this once, with letting someone else do the driving.
  2. "Feliz Cumpleaños!" Jill greeted, thrusting the larger bag into Lynn's arms and stepping inside. Despite the day's heat, the coltish teenager had an unbuttoned dress shirt on over her burgundy top and had opted for full length jeans rather than shorts. With her hands free, she shifted the knapsack on her shoulder. "Is everyone out back?" In the yard, Jack sat down heavily in one of the chairs and gave Eli a wry smile. "Way to take one for the team there, Zippy. You're a trooper." The acrobat cracked his neck loudly with a mild wince. "Make sure to leave some for the rest of us; hyper-metabolism or no, I'm starving."
  3. Jill coughed awkwardly as the sweaty shapeshifter finished her manic workout. The teens expression turned more serious when Lynn described the other Interceptors' preferred methods of exercise. "Mmm, mi hermano can be, ah, a little one-track about that sort of thing." She gave the older woman a serious look. "Is it really okay for Colt to be going around shooting at people? I know he's a good guy and all, but..." Jill trailed off, biting the end of one thumb worriedly.
  4. Jack let Colt's firearm-themed humor go with no more than an annoyed glare as he finished entering the coordinates. "Hrrm... I don't like it," he noted, rubbing the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "It's not like these type need much excuse to go at it, but this whole 'not sure who ripped off who' thing feels like somebody's getting played." His mouth compressed into a thin line. "If you were gonna go to the trouble of getting a loud of Zombie Powder on the streets, you'd want to make sure there was a steady supply of dead gangbangers, right? Starting a war over the drugs is two birds, one stone."
  5. The swashbuckler's eyebrows lifted up above his mask at the shadowy figure's polite request. A snap of his wrist deposited his lighter into his hand, and in one fluid movement he pulled a line of fire into a flickering rapier and took a defensive step back. The warm glow of the blade bathed the rooftop in dull light as Jack of all Blades returned the lighter to his coat. "Alright, the real Avenger would have called me an immature cretin like at least twice by now," he announced warily, "so who the artificial fruit filling are you?"
  6. Trevor gave Eve a look of wounded pride. --Give me some credit,-- he sent mentally. At the sudden but subtle shift in the petite French girl's projected emotions, the lean youth silently placed a hand on her shoulder, his surface thought radiating a cool calmness, offering support without insisting upon it. Putting his hands back in his pockets, he began the short walk to the dormitories. --So, how do you take it?--
  7. Remaining out of sight, Midnight listened intently as Archeville descried the various items that had been stolen. The young hero knew that they had to be components of some greater device, but despite rearranging the pieces in every conceivable configuration in his head he couldn't fathom what Havok's ultimate aim was. Still missing something. He waited to see what the scientists could discover from the robot's remains, confident that their self-destruct mechanisms had been disabled. The shadowy observer would reveal himself only when he had something useful to contribute, or it became absolutely necessary.
  8. Alright, well, Erik gets 20 Notice using Skill Mastery even before the bonus for recognizing Avenger on sight, so he's not fooled.
  9. At that, Trevor's smile broadened once more. It wasn't the infused with the unleashed energy he'd shown during their earlier demonstration on the dance floor, but carried a greater warmth as the evening's other concerns melted away. The dark haired young man took Erin's hand and drew her in gently. "All you ever have to do is ask," he assured her.
  10. "Charming as ever, tall, dark and brooding," Jack of all Blades drawled, leaning nonchalantly against a television antennae. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly behind the holes in his bandanna mask and his smirk turned a few degrees frostier. "Gotta say, you've got some nerve asking me for information after the last stunt you pulled. You're the guy who's 'got ways of finding these things out', right?" The swashbuckler wiggled his fingers in the air, affecting exaggerated awe.
  11. Trevor shrugged lightly. James had seemed to run off in a hurry, but given his reputation as a prolific ladies man, the other young man assumed that his classmate had just been reluctant to intrude upon their evening. Guess I owe him one. Te punch in his cup untouched, he turned his attention back to Erin with a smile. "Probably good to get out of here, unless you'd like to, ah, stick around. 'Slow dance'," he added with a nod to the rest of the gala's guests, the gesture simultaneously wry and hesitant. He was a little worried about staying with Maeghan so nearby, but he wasn't about to be chased off, either.
  12. "Hey, Lynn," Jack greeted with a tired but genuine grin, giving the diminutive woman a light punch on the arm. "Happy birthday. Anything I can be getting ready?" he asked, stifling a yawn and shaking his head rapidly for a moment to clear it. There was a knock at the front door, as Jack's younger sister, known to the other Interceptors as 'Jill', arrived, a beaten knapsack over one shoulder and a large bag balanced in her arms. The teenager's dusty brown ponytail bounced back and forth as she tried to peer through the windows to see if anyone was coming to let her in.
  13. The sound of a clearing throat came from behind the dramatic silhouette. Further back on the same roof, the dashing figure of Jack of all Blades stood, arms folded over his royal blue greatcoat, a smirk playing under his crimson bandanna mask. "So that's how you do the disappearing act, Commodore Broodmeister," the swashbuckler called over. The magic about the other man carried the tangy taste of pine needles to his energy sense; not what he'd come to expect from Avenger, but it wasn't like the West End native was an expert on vampires. "Getting the wife to 'port you around? Cop out, man, seriously." Jack shook his head in mock disapproval.
  14. "Talk my way...?!" Jack started before realizing that Avenger had disappeared. "Right. Tch, this is gonna be interesting..." the swordsman groused, gracefully flipping off of the flagpost, shooting off his grapple to slow his decent to the alleyway below. Looking around the corner of the building to the guards stationed outside the doors, the athletic young man considered his options. 'Hi, I'm selling cookies for my Sword Scouts troop'? Hum. As he leaned forward, a piece of the brick wall he was leaning against came off in his fingers. Looking at the uneven red chunk, a thought occurred to him. Oh, that's classic, he grinned inwardly before chucking it at the garbage cans sitting at the lip of the alley on the building's other side. At the sudden sound, the guards gave a start, looking around and exchanging a few words. Inevitably, they both moved off to investigate, giving Jack the chance to slip through the front door while their backs were turned. Heh, this is not the swashbuckler you're looking for.
  15. Sense Motive vs. DC 35. (1d20+20=32) "Hey James! What's bothering you? Want to talk about it?"
  16. Startled by the AI's appearance, Jill straightened her vest again reflexively, her expression defensive. "Hey, I'm older than you probably are, chips for brains!" "No questioning the family resemblance, huh?" the gregarious Vince drawled with a wink toward Lynn. Holding onto the newly formed railing, the teenager gaped as the diminutive heroine bounced around the room, then grinned and clapped her hands. "Haha! Oh man, I thought the shapeshifting was your whole thing!" she called over the blaring music. "That's incredible!"
  17. Though more rattled than he cared to admit, Trevor consciously slowed his breathing as he moved through the crowd. By the time he'd made his way back across the dance floor, his immaculate composure had been regained in full, and even brightened noticeably when he caught sight of Erin again. One eyebrow quirked in curiosity when he saw their classmate. "James. Didn't think this was your kind of party. Could've carpooled." The dark haired youth offered the cups of punch to Erin and James.
  18. Maeghan crossed her arms as Trevor stepped to the table and set about pouring a pair of glasses from the punch bowl. "As I recall," she began, her voice a smooth mix of wry familiarity dipping into suggestive bass, "you never used to like showing off at parties." "Completely missing the point," Trevor replied tonelessly, not looking at the dancer in the green dress. "As usual." Touching the hair draped over the right side of her face slightly, she gave the lithe youth a sweet, predatory smile. "Well, I suppose that's for the best. You'd want to teach your little friend about 'rhythm' before trying to impress anyone, hmm?" Trevor continued pouring the punch. "Stay away from her, Maeg." She laughed, a throaty exaltation. "Aw, puppy thinks he's a guard dog. Ruff!" Rounding about, the dark haired young man towered over her, eyes narrowing as he continued in the same level tone, barely more than a whisper. "You know, never liked that pet name even when we were friends. Stay. Away. From her." Maeghan reflexively took a step back, her sultry superiority slipping for a fraction of a second. Recovering quickly, she reached forward to run a finger down the seam of Trevor's slate grey vest. "If she belonged here, I'd know about her already," she murmured playfully. "I wonder, does she know what you are?" Her former partner was silent, not moving a muscle. "Ooh, or maybe she is one of you?" With shocking speed, Trevor snatched Maeghan's hand, then slowly pushed it away from his chest before releasing it. Picking up the pair of full glasses from the buffet table, he turned and walked back into the crowd, simply saying, "And stay away from me."
  19. Even so soon after being the center of attention, Trevor showed an uncanny ability to blend into the crowd, slipping past the other dancers and making his way the buffet table like a well-tailored shadow. The only eye that remained fixed on his as he strode purposefully forward were those of the young woman standing next to the punch bowl, a frosty smirk on her lips. One could argue that she wasn't classically beautiful; her nose turned up a little too sharply and her rounded cheeks played oddly with a narrow chin. Even so, her features combined in such a way with the black cherry tresses that fell over one forest green eye to create a whole that was very much greater than the sum of its parts, and all the more attractive for its uniqueness. Trevor noted her strapless green dress with forcefully maintained detachment. She always wore green. "Maeg," he intoned emotionlessly, more a statement of fact than a greeting. The dancer set her cup of punch down on the table next to her. "Hello, puppy," she returned in a silky purr.
  20. Erik blinked slowly. "Your...? Oh, uh, right, yeah, go do... what you've gotta do." Taking the girl's hand, he noted it's delicate nature and rather than shaking it, bowed forward, sweeping one arm out in a gallant gesture. "Pleasure was all mine, kiddo." Straightening with a lopsided grin, he released her hand and touched two fingers to his forehead in a vague salute. "Take care of yourself, alright? City needs all the heroes it can get."
  21. "Why, Miss White," Trevor started quietly, "Are you asking me to --" The young man was distracted in the same moment Erin was, though looking in the opposite direction, over her shoulder. The light smile slipped from his face entirely, though he quickly covered the expression with his usual stoic deadpan. "Going to grab some punch," he announced abruptly, apparently not hearing Erin's sighting of their classmate, and moving off into the crowd.
  22. As the music ended, Trevor stood still for a long moment, looking into Erin's eyes and breathing just a little more heavily that the dancing should have required. "Well," the dark haired teen said, his soft voice carrying a hint of added throatiness, "I'd say you're a natural." Even with the song finished and the crowd filling the hall around them with noise, it felt as though they were very much in a world all their own.
  23. Jack's going to burn an HP to double his dodge bonus and avoid the attack. Then he'll Feint at DC33 as a move action and make a sword flurry Power Attack 5. (1d20+13=20) Lemme know if he need to reroll that.
  24. The smile remained fixed to Trevor's face as he deftly slid Erin to the right until she was nearly parallel to the floor before pulling her back into a low dip on his left. Her amazing strength and agility made the moves effortless, he marveled. Following the more experienced dancer's lead, she was able to provide her own momentum, giving their dance a weightless quality. Even holding back to avoid rousing too much suspicion from the crowd, their synchronized acrobatics were the most fun he'd had in a long time.
  25. Hanging back as Lynn clammoured into the training room, Jill looked around inside from the hallway, doubtful. "Hey, I watch TV. These things spend more time malfunctioning and trying to blow you up than they spend working properly," she accused. After a moment, however, her curiosity got the better of her, and she wandered a few steps inside. "Didn't know you could stick to walls," she mentioned absently as she walked in a small circle to view the Wreck Room's interior. "More magic?"
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