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Whatever pileup of worries, plans, thoughts and concerns Mara had built up in her head came to an almost audibly screeching halt, the part of her brain that had been distracted earlier smacking all the other brain parts in the hopes of ridding them of their case of the stupids. Her reply was not so much the wry, mildly embarassed "Right...yes," as it was her standing up, making her way around to the front of the couch, and joining Ellie in reclining in comfort. More than comfort, really - the couch was probably big enough to not necessitate quite so much snuggling up to her girlfriend. "Better?" she asked, as dryly as she could manage.
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"Yes," Wraith replied - a simple answer for a simple decision. She hummed for a moment, digesting Cobalt Templar's information dump (and trying awfully hard to not look startled by Summers; she was more used to doing the sneaking than being sneaked upon. "It is worth looking into, at the very least. In the worst case, there is something very wrong happening there, and we can stop or impair it. In the best case, the problems faced by Bastion are only his own, but we learn something about this other school and perhaps show them our way."
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"Yes," Mara agreed, distracted - briefly - by legs. "Am very fond of comfortable things. Large couches, overstuffed chairs, fluffy beds. Good for relaxing. And other things." She blinked, reaching up to her collar and pulling a key attached to a small plastic tag out of literal nowhere. She held it out rather unceremoniously, though she wasn't quite playing it as cool as she was trying. "Reminds me - almost forgot. ....redundant. Anyway: your key. Key opens door, keychain piece has to be used at front door and elevator to get here. So you can visit, or crash even if I'm not here. Know you might not have...much privacy, right now. Might want quiet place to study? Very good sound-proofing."
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Gaian Knight frowned behind the cloth that covered his lower face, looking down at the group and weighing the odds. "Yeah, maybe, but I dunno. A lot of things that live down here where it's dark rely so much on their other senses that trying to sneak up on 'em is....difficult. I'm a little concerned about the beetle, too - dunno how smart they are, and I don't want to startle it when it's carrying the doctor. If it was just me, I'd probably just try to reason with him, see why he started kidnapping scientists. With the lot of us...I'd still prefer diplomacy, honestly. If that fails, we could always try a pincer - you two from above, me from below."
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Indira took a moment to make sure she wasn't abandoning Koshiro with no plan to get out and took off for the wall she'd been looking at earlier, sticking to shadows and cover as much as she could without drawing attention. When she hit the wall she literally hit the wall, barely losing speed as she strode straight into it and out the other side, her body turning to liquid metal and slipping through the minor damage some carried-away super-strong student had caused. Convenient, if not reliable...she had to imagine such things got repaired pretty quickly. Once outside and a short ways away travel got much easier; she kept above or away from prying eyes, sticking to rooftops whenever possible to attract as little attention as she could. That, at least, she'd had practice with back in India, and there was a certain amount of satisfaction and joy in running and leaping from roof to roof, building to building, pole to pole as she made good time toward the Fens.
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Wraith was quiet again, and (when not following the group somewhere or turning just her head to something novel and specific) rather unnervingly still. She had, at least, gone a little more humanoid for the sake of the rest of the facility employees, her body a reasonable approximation of her human form...albeit smoothed out. And hairless. And she didn't have quite the right number of fingers, or any toes...but it was the thought that counted. She accepted the badge gracefully, apparently not quite sure what to do with it before deciding to just hold onto it. "A villain school would make a great deal of sense," she mused, quietly, "though it seems like a thing that would be difficult to organize. I agree with Sage - it may be best to get guidance before proceeding. We cannot assume that if it was such a thing it would be any less protected or have any less impressive a staff and student population than our own school."
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Mara had been rather dreading this moment. Setting up the business was a lot of annoying logistics and paperwork; interviewing her new employees was just this side of headache-inducing stress and anxiety. But at some point a couple of the local newsgroups had caught wind that a 20-year-old was starting a successful new technology company, and with Halloween just ended and Thanksgiving too far away they'd decided to make a thing out of it. She wasn't quite sure how word had gotten to them. She rather suspected a couple of her failed interviewees; the one with the neck tattoo especially had seemed a little vindictive when she (figuratively) tore his work apart. It wasn't her fault his technology was lethally radioactive.... right - public speech - focus She took a deep breath for about the fifteenth time, adjusting her suit jacket for the twentieth. probably something witty to say here - 'showtime'? - note to self - think up wittier lines
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"Probably healthier," Mara mused, leaning on the back of the couch to look out over her new view. not as good as the Lab - but mine - my space "But can't prove I said so. More convenient, certainly - closer to food, shopping. Won't have to worry about either of us walking in bad parts of town. Can actually have guests over, in unlikely event I want guests in my home. ....very unlikely. Still. Probably useful one day." She brushed some hair back behind one ear, looking...just tired. Archeville, then the Gorgon, then setting up her new business and finding a non-warehouse place to call home...it was taking a lot out of her, and she was awfully glad that most of it would be in the past soon.
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Moving a couch was much, much easier to do when you could stuff the couch into a spatial fold and pull it back out where ever you darn well pleased. Less lifting, less backache, less sweating. No uncomfortable questions about how, exactly, she'd gotten it up there and into her apartment: she had an even stricter set of requirements for her new living space than she'd had for her new business building, and one of them had been no neighbor access. The building was old but reliable, and the front door led to only two things: a well-secured, windowless emergency stairwell, and an elevator. Not cheap, but she could afford it, and it wasn't expense for the sake of expense - the building was nondescript and she'd chosen her piece of it for things besides the price tag. Let the big business billionaires spend money on fancy, state-of-the-art apartments just to show off their wealth; she'd happily go with something comfortable and reliable with a hell of a view.
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Gaian Knight Box of Peas (3) 3 posts Dragonfly The Final Frontier (2) HAX (1) A Room with a View (2) When You're a Stranger (10) 2 + 1 + 2 + 10 = 15 posts Wraith Change is Necessary for Growth (7) The Space Between (8) The Strange Case of Room 404 (25) 7 + 8 + 25 = 40 posts
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Indira, who could neither e-mail herself to unsuspecting civil servants nor fly through the air like the acid-spitting moth-hawk, spent her time taking an awful lot of walks, always around the outside edge of the academy. By the time the rendezvous rolled around she had (or, at least, thought she had) a half-decent idea of where the cracks in the place were. Literal cracks, in fact: she'd been especially looking for areas where the walls had sustained some damage from some super-powered teen or another, and had found a couple promising candidates away from prying eyes; better to go through than over. She showed up more-or-less on-time at the appointed place in human form, wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of dark brown khakis. Not that they were real clothes, of course, but she'd realized after their meeting last time that she probably stood out less this way, from a distance.
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"We have those who cannot control their shape-changing gifts," Wraith supplied, flowing back into a more humanoid shape after having made a nice splat pattern against the ground. She could have just let Bastion cushion her fall, but heights had never hurt her and getting trapped under a great deal of unstable flesh just might have. She blinked her three eyes, looking the would-be hero's form over. "They are considered disabled, mentally or physically, and are to be pitied and cared for." She would have commented on Papercut's injury, but it sounded like it was being taken care of. He was pretty durable, for a human, and she was sure that once he got some meat in him he'd heal up just fine.
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GK is much, much faster than the other two (underground, anyway!), so he's throttling back on the speed a little and trying to keep ahead, but not too far ahead. One day, he shall have Affects Others Burrowing and all heroes can ride the subway! For now, Sharl and Miss A get to hoof it. Well, fly. Wing it?
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"Heh! Well, then - don't mind if I do." Gaian Knight adjusted his goggles and cracked his knuckles, looking down - through, really - the torn-up ground underneath them for a moment before sitting down cross-legged on his platform. Said platform quietly floated away from the building and down to ground level, little chunks of rock lazily orbiting. "I'll probably be a little ahead of you two, making sure stuff's stable and we don't run into too many problems. There ought to be air, if I remember the area right, but you're own your own for light. If you see any water, give me a shout...I'll shore the thing up before it floods us." And then he just dropped, falling out of the air like...well, a stone. The earth in the way of him and his platform didn't so much tear or dig as part, almost soundlessly getting out of his way as he approached and leaving a long, broad, and (when necessary) reinforced tunnel in his wake.
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Nothing comes to mind here.
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<If I get to go home.> But that was a thought for another time, and not one the alien was inclined to dwell on at the moment. Earth wasn't so bad, right? At least she'd made good friends. "I, too, am glad. I think that living with a normal human girl would have been...very awkward. There is something to be said for the companionship of another outsider." Indira held up a hand, part of it flowing into the shape of a silver goblet of sorts; not too ornate, and her skin noticeably turned silver where she was 'touching' the item, but it was the effect that counted. She raised it up a bit. "Here is to being strange." "...did I do that right? I believe I saw it in a movie once."
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"Ah - 'incorporeal', thank you. And if they do not wish to associate with you then that is their loss, and they are worse-off for it," Indira assured her, frowning. "We do not have high school, as such, no. Our schools are...merit-based? You move to the next level when you can demonstrate success at the previous one; your graduation is less guaranteed than it is here, but there is less...'stigma'?...against failing once, or twice. Our total schooling years, if you do well, do not last any longer than humans', but it is structured differently, I think, and we do not make a distinction between early school and later school. It is just 'school'. What you would consider college is very similar, however, from what I hear."
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Wraith held on for...well, okay, it wasn't exactly 'dear life', in that a fall from this height was utterly incapable of hurting her, but just holding onto the shifting mass of awful, gross meat was hard enough. She really didn't want to climb that again. So, she dug her clawed feet into anything she could get purchase on, ducking anything that came her way (meat and paper both) and giving a critical eye to the attempt to crush Cobalt Templar like a bug. "That is quite enough," she insisted, like one would chide a child that didn't know its own strength. She released both hands' grips on Bastion, whipping them out behind herself and forming mean-looking spiked hammer heads. The first of these she swung around into Bastion's face; the leftover momentum from that hit (and some of that arm's mass) traveled through her body to join the other hammer as it came right down from above, her whole body arching into the movement.
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I was mostly waiting to make sure the double-post got cleared up, but sure, couldn't hurt!
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"We are, I think, fortunate that we are where we are," Indira mused, after she stopped laughing at Kimber's observant antics. "In this city we may be assumed to have very strange powers, instead of being a dead human and an alien. People seem oddly frightened by the idea of the....is the term 'acorporeal undead'? That does not sound right....hm. And as few people as possible are supposed to know that I am here at all." She hummed on that for a moment, and then brushed the thought away with one hand. "But you are right. High school, I think, will be difficult enough without either of us hurting our reputations any more than we must."
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Wraith spends an HP to waive her fatigue from her previous turn. Face-punching! Melee Attack Roll vs. Bastion (face-punchan; Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2) (1d20 + 10 - 2 + 2=27) More! More face-punching! Melee Attack Roll (SURGE) vs. Bastion (face-punchan; Power Attack -2/+2, All-Out Attack +2/-2) (1d20 + 10 - 2 + 2=22) That's two DC27 Toughness saves for Bastion. Wraith is down 2 defense until her next turn, 1HP (from waiving the previous fatigue), will be fatigued at the start of her next turn unless she spends a hero point there too. I'll wait on the IC post until Electra gets hers in.
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"We did keep some house plants - the right kinds can be very good pest control." Indira looked around the room, pondering. "I do not think I know what is traditional for a human room to make it feel like 'home'. Normally I would have a box for personal items, an item for my goddess, and perhaps a trophy or two...I do not know what the school policy is on keeping bones in our dorm room. This seems like something humans find very unsettling, for some reason."
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Indira silently filed that bit of information away for later, pondering the implications of Halloween in a city known for villains as well as heroes. "I believe I will be free," she replied, already writing off the homework she knew she was supposed to be doing that weekend. "I will not need supplies, but I can spend the time preparing and finding a good way to get out of Claremont without being seen. I suspect the security here is better than it appears to be."
