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  1. Gizmo
    Trevor stopped for a moment to give Ms. Walton-Wright an inscrutable look. There was so much wrong with this picture that he really wasn't sure where to start. Even ignoring the seemingly arbitrary recasting of the modern Lady Liberty, the drama teacher's impotent tizzy grated on the lanky youth's nerves. Finally he turned away, simply saying, "Please stop talking." Stepping over to Eve, he placed a hand lightly on the traumatized girl's shoulder, keeping his surface thoughts calm and reassuring as he caught her eye before activating the beacon James had given him. "Let's get out of here."
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    Her voice... Trevor realized, his mouth falling open slightly. His expression clouding almost imperceptibly, the dark haired teen leapt forward, sprinting down the aisle toward the stage. --Eve-- he concentrated, hoping that the telepath would be able to pick up his thoughts, --It's Trevor. I'm sorry, but we have to go.-- As the audience began to murmur in confusion, he slid through the crowd, leaping onto the stage with a fluid bound and slipping behind the curtain without acknowledging the protests of the recital's organizers.
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    "Ugh, you don't want to bring up the sparkle thing, either," Jack advised, trying to wipe the juice out of his short cropped, dusty brown hair. "Likes that about as much as folks bothering his wife and kid." The swordsman turned to Grim is mild frustration. "Hey, Lynn, can I get a magic facecloth or something over here? Eugh, couldn't get the pulp free like I wanted, could we?" He looked back over at the statuesque paragon. "Mo', c'mon, you're dating the guy or whatever, right? You don't have to call him 'Dr. Archeville'; it's not like we don't know." Jack blew a rivulet of juice away from his nose. "Point being, the guy's not great at the whole personal boundaries thing. Think of it like The Real Life, only instead of boosting ratings, we're providing data to facilitate unspeakable crimes against nature. So, y'know, tomato, tomotto."
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    Jack opened his mouth to reply, then closed it and furrowed his brow. "Huh." The swordsman scratched his chin thoughtfully. "That's... actually a good point." Lacing his fingers behind his head, he looked up at the ceiling. "Well, there's gotta be somebody who's worked something out. It's not like you're the first guy with super speed, right? Practicing lunges or something at least."
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    "Hrmm, good call," Jack replied distractedly, looking over Dynamo's form. "Okay, no. Just... argh, that's terrible. Damn, now I'm all embarrassed that you managed to hit me at all." The swordsman shook his head in despair. "Yeesh. Do me a favour, take some self defense classes or something, for the sake of my reputation, if nothing else." Jack mused that if Dynamo could actually make each of his dozens of strikes count, he would be a true force to reckon with.
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    Jack stood still for a moment, then nodded sagely as he pursed his lips. "Right. Sure." The acrobat wiped some of the juice out his eyes with the back of his sleeve before shouting to the ceiling, "I am going to teach your kid so many swear words!" He sighed as he flicked his hands, sending orange droplets to the floor. "See," he told Dynamo, "that was funny. Heh." In spite of himself, Jack had to admit that part of him rather liked the obnoxious, intrusive vampire.
  7. Gizmo
    Here's the preliminary build for Jack of all Blade's sister, who will eventually be his sidekick. She's PL 10 and I'm hoping to keep her down to 150PP (30 ranks of Sidekick). This version is 160PP, however. Thoughts? Abilities: 0 + 8 + 2 + 8 + 4 + 6 = 28PP Str: 10 (+0) Dex: 18 (+4) Con: 12 (+1) Int: 18 (+4) Wis: 14 (+2) Cha: 16 (+3) Combat: 8 + 16 = 24PP Attack: +4 Base, +6 Melee, +10 Unarmed Grapple: +8 Defense: +15 (+8 Base, +7 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Knockback: -2/-0 Initiative: +4 Saves: 4 + 6 + 8 = 18PP Toughness: +5 (+1 Con, +1 Defensive Roll, +3 Costume) Fortitude: +5 (+1 Con, +4) Reflex: +10 (+4 Dex, +6) Will: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 52R = 13PP Acrobatics 6 (+10) Bluff 12 (+15) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 6 (+10) Language 1 (Spanish) Medicine 13 (+15) Notice 8 (+10) Stealth 6 (+10) Feats: 22PP Accurate Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 2 Attack Specialization (Unarmed) 2 Defensive Roll 1 Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus 7 Equipment 1 Evasion 1 Improved Defense 2 Improvised Tools Set-Up Taunt Uncanny Dodge (visual) Powers: 45pp Healing 10 (Power Feats: Alternate Power 2, Stabilize, Persistent, Regrowth, Extras: Restoration, Total) [45PP] AP Disease Touch 10 (Damage 10, Extra: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Secondary Effect, Flaw: Limited [Living Beings]) + (Drain Fortitude 10, Power Feat: Slow Fade, Extra: Secondary Effect) [41PP] AP Create Object 10 (Power Feats: Selective, Stationary, Extras: Impervious, Movable) [42PP] DC Block: Unarmed -- DC15/Toughness -- Bruised (Staged) Disease Touch -- DC 20/Fortitude -- Drained, Bruised (Staged) Costs: Abilities 28 + Combat 24 + Saves 28 + Skills 13 + Feats 22 + Powers 45 = Total Cost 160
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    "Awesome," Jack drawled, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as he looked around. "Well, you got that right," he told Colt's flickering image with a wry smirk. Turning his head toward the direction of the booming voice, the swashbuckler watched as a lumbering figure stepped out of the shrouding ash and shadowy after images. There was no mistaking the massive demon who Jack had fought during the hellish invasion of the city, but instead of leathery hide, it seemed to be composed of dark blue flames, a thousand tongues licking hungrily as its coal-like eyes turned to Jack. The swordsman raised a eyebrow without turning all the way around. "Well, you're a bit more made of fire than I remember," he remarked. Suddenly bursting into movement, he swept back, greatcoat flaring out behind him. Brilliant white light swirled around his right hand like a miniature galaxy, ribbons of energy solidifying into a gleaming rapier with an intricate filigree hand guard. "Payback time." Blade held loosely behind him, Jack charged forward.
  9. Gizmo
    Okay, so Dynamo is Bluffed, but what does that actually impose? I'm just trying to figure out what Jaci can get away with at this point.
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    Jack eyes narrowed dangerously as Kris spoke, but he let the young man finish. He was angered and disappointed by what he was hearing, but he couldn't honestly say he was surprised. They'd all known about Razorwing's less than sterling record; the Interceptors were supposed to help rehabilitate him. That put at least some of the responsibility on the three adults in the room. Regardless, the teen deserved a chance to explain himself fully. "Sure," Jack responded to the question. "Question is what you do with that feeling, isn't it." His voice was neutral, but his expression made it clear that Kris' next few statements had best be chosen carefully.
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    Daaaaamn, Chris, that was cold. Couldn't even let the poor gal get a song in?
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    Jack's customary smirk returned as he shook his head. "Honestly, kids these days. No idea how to act around a lady." Dynamo came off as a little obnoxious at first, but he grew on a person after a little while. Jack had a sneaking suspicion that he'd just gotten some insight into how others viewed him. He carefully rolled his left shoulder, putting pressure on it with the opposite hand. "Out of curiosity, just how many times did you hit me, anyway? 'Cause ow."
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    On the monitor, Vince waved Grim's joking flirtation away. "'Malkie, please, not in front of the guys!" The AI frowned, simulated brow furrowing in thought "Hurm, we can probably get the Underground itself sealed and running on an isolated air supply, but for the brownstone..." A bright yellow helmet appeared on his head as he unfurled a blueprint. "Time to get outside the box, boys and girls." "That's where we live, buddy," Jack drawled, before being distracted as Dynamo walked through the solid table. "That's... that's actually pretty good." Looking back up at the speedster, he shook his head briefly. "Sorry, Zippy, that wasn't a 'you put your foot in your mouth' shush, it was a 'stop before he feeds you your foot' shush. Avenger has a history of skirting the line between good taste and first degree manslaughter, especially where his home and family are concerned." The swordsman shrugged. "Which I get."
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    Trevor dipped his head. "Of course," he replied smoothly with a faint smile. Taking a few backward steps, he rounded the corner before spinning on his heel and continuing nonchalantly down the hallway. Once he'd traveled a significant distance, he burst into sudden movement, flipping through the air and landing lightly into a celebratory dance that was as much acrobatics as it was footwork. Moving to a syncopated rhythm only he could here, the lanky teen made it all the way back to his dorm with a series of leaps and slides. Arriving at the door, Trevor recomposed himself before entering, straightening his cuffs and repositioning his fedora. Even so, as he stepped inside, one corner of his mouth remained curved upward.
  15. Gizmo
    Sorus go ahead and let Eve sing before Trevor is forced to ruin her day.
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    Jill snorted in spite of herself as Lynn produced the cloth out of thin air. "Hee, magic handkerchief," she grinned past bleary eyes, the teen accepted it and wiped her face before taking a deep breath. "I'm alright, sorry," she insisted, holding up a hand to ward off Lynn's hug with a shaky smirk while her other hand closed tightly around the handkerchief. "I'm just worried. That idiot doesn't pay attention when he gets a set of cracked ribs and a concussion. Mental health? Fuggedaboutit." She shook her head sadly.
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    "Wouldn't even be having this conversation if it was the rotting guy talking smack about Miss All-American," Jack grumbled under his breath, annoyed by Avenger's unsolicited commentary. The swordsman rubbed the bridge of his nose and winced mightily. "Smooth, Jackie boy. This is why you're not allowed around children. Dios." Opening his eyes, he was mildly surprised to find Geckoman and Rycon still standing there. "Alright, yes, not my finest hour, thank you," he told the teenagers.
  18. Gizmo
    "Aw, nertz..." Jack groaned as Dynamo mouthed off to Avenger. "Zippy? Quiet time now, m'kay?" His expression promised an explanation at a later time. Turning to Avenger, he gave the vampire a reproachful look. "Man, you know you'd be ticked if somebody snuck into your house. C'mon, there's no way you're this thick. You seriously don't get why we'd be upset?"
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    Jack gave Dynamo a light smile. "Sounds about right. You ask anybody here, their 'secret origin story' will probably boil down to guns, guilt or a girl." He paused thoughtfully before adding "Possibly geckos, in specific cases." He spread his hands in a shrug. "So think about it like this: what would you do or say if you knew that girl you saved was watching?" The swordsman sighed and looked at his hands. "It's... not foolproof. Sometimes you're going to say something stupid and regret it. Law of averages, see? Even if only one percent of what you say is a mistake, well, number one hundred is going to come around more often than you like."
  20. Gizmo
    That's crazy, Jack was never married! ...right?
  21. Gizmo
    Seriously, with all of that Charisma, Jack has to make a conscious decision to be that big a jerk, amirite? For the sake of argument, here's the logic I was operating on: he didn't approve of Dynamo's banter because racial and GLBT stereotypes are dehumanizing. So is calling Dead Head a pet. Okay, yes, technically 'Head isn't human anyway, but 'desentientizing' isn't a word. He'd go to bat for Vince or even Avenger or Lukos on the same grounds. ...'course, he probably could have raised his objections is a more diplomatic manner, yeah.
  22. Gizmo
    To be fair, his issue with Dynamo was that he was insulting entire groups rather than individuals. But yeah, the 'pet name' crack really hit Jack's buttons and set off some seriously harsh stuff. So, in the continuing trend of Jack trying make friends with a Claremont kid and having it go horribly, horribly wrong.
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    Jack heaved a sigh as Wander stormed off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Alright, Goggles, fair enough. You're absolutely right, I don't know, though I can assume it was significantly messed up." He also suspected the green clad teenager was absolutely right about his friend being more than the swordsman's match in terms of strength and toughness. He was less convinced when it came to speed, but it was a moot point regardless. "You don't stand for someone giving your friends grief. That's good." Folding his arms again, he continued. "I don't stand for mine being called animals." Jack may have regretted the bluntness of his words, but the sentiment remained the same. Whatever had happened to the volatile young woman, she had no right taking out her frustrations on Dead Head.
  24. Gizmo
    Trevor raised an eyebrow lightly at Ashley's hesitant reaction to his arrival. There were certainly those who found his stoic calm unnerving, but the discomfort wasn't usually so immediate. Clearly he still had a long way to go toward improving his socialization. Tilting his fedora backward to given a more open view of his face and dark bangs, he returned Aiko's polite gesture. "Trevor Hunter," he answered is a soft baritone. "Pleasure." There was a hint of reflexive formality in his tone, but the lanky youth otherwise did his best to seem amiable enough.
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    Jack's mouth set in a thin line. "Aaaaand now you're moving from 'traumatized youth' to 'petulant brat'," he told the bat wielding student flatly. "I've seen 'Head put his neck on the line time and time again for folks who'd just as soon burn him at the stake. You don't like him? Fine. Zombie issues? You're probably entitled." The swashbuckler nodded toward the undead hero. "But that 'pet name' mierda? That's not gonna fly. So suck it up, princess."
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