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  1. He closed his eyes and took several deep, calming breaths. The anger fled from his face, replaced only by resolve. He opened his eyes again and calmly met her gaze. "You are correct. Anger does nothing right now. We still know precious few facts. Do you have any thoughts on how we can best proceed? I want to make sure I direct my aggression at the correct target." He gave a slight smile. "Though I prefer inducing terror by sending ultrasonic sound waves into their brain, inducing a state of primal fear. Puts less strain on the arms."
  2. Corbin had finished his lunch a short bit of time ago, and had contented himself watching his fellow teens talk, laugh, and work. He spared a cautious eye for the enthusiastic duo of Crow and Glowstar, but trusted them not to do anything rash. ...At least not for the rest of the day. Maybe afternoon, at least. Observing the progress on the greenhouse as a whole, he nodded as he came to a decision. He took a deep breath before speaking in a voice that, while not a yell, still carried quite well to the others. "Everyone, it was a pleasure working with you, and in many cases, meeting you for the first time. It looks like you all have this very well in hand, so I think I'm going to go take care of a couple of other things I have to do. Try not to get hurt, or get in any fights. The Headmaster frowns on those. Take care, folks!" And with a wave and a flash of blue energy, Corbin was flying off to elsewhere. Possibly where he knew his girlfriend was getting out of a training session.
  3. It was way earlier than Cobalt Templar was normally out and about. But he'd worked extra-hard in training yesterday, and then when he went home to what he thought was an empty house, his girlfriend was there. He was fast asleep before ten o'clock, but wide awake a bit before five. So he grabbed a quick shower, stuffed some extra cash in his wallet, and went out for a flight that had the dual purpose of clearing his head, and getting some breakfast for him and Quo-Dis to share. He'd been looking for a good doughnut shop that wasn't a big chain; the local flavor always seemed better than the brand-name stuff. He'd spotted "Nothing but Hole" earlier, and had marked it in his mind while he checked a couple blocks around just to see if there was something else. Just as he was starting to circle around, he heard an odd series of sounds that he couldn't immediately place. When he saw an angel and a shining robot descend on the location, he frowned and sped to the site himself, stopping just above it in a hover. He surveyed the crash with a frown, before turning to Glowstar and nodding. "Glowstar. Good work here; looks like no one inside was hurt. Did you see what made this happen?" He cast his eyes about, trying to see if there was a major pothole or something. As he looked around, he nodded to Freedom Angel and Protectron. "Gentlemen. Name's Cobalt Templar."
  4. Corbin was a bit surprised at the refusal of a handshake, but he doesn't let it phase him. The hand falls to his side, and his friendly smile continues. "Well K.G., that's right. Headmaster Summers sent us; I think he wanted us to help you get used to-" And then Sharl barged in, and almost immediately called out how he would have detonated a bomb already if he had one. An expression of intense frustration, mixed with a bit of long-suffering, crossed Corbin's face as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "K.G., can you give me a moment? Thanks." With that, Corbin strode over to Sharl and spoke to him in a harsh whisper. "Look. You know you need that laptop, and I know. But they don't. They're following procedure; this is, in the end, something of a prison. Please try not to antagonize them. Especially with talk about bombs. Okay?" 'It's like...ugh. I don't even have a point of comparison beyond "frustrating".' Corbin turned with a forced smile as he faced the staff. "Sorry about that. My classmate can get a bit sensitive about his personal belongs sometimes. Please don't take it personally."
  5. Gabriel shrugged as she demonstrated the simple nature of her tools. "Different strokes for different folks, I suppose. What I have works well for me. I mean, if every hero worked the same way, we'd be in trouble..." When she made her remark about "getting lucky", he blushed, and his mask didn't fully cover it. He recovered admirably, though. "While on the one hand I find myself somewhat flattered, I'll have to decline. I'm not the sort who...hm. How to say this. I don't do first-night-stands, and as I understand it, you're already...involved. I suppose a friendly cup of coffee one evening would be fine, though." He focused on the card, expression pensive as he examined it. "I...I know this guy. Well, know of him. He's always seemed like a stand-up guy. He's got a couple different stores he owns..." The card falls to the floor, and Gabriel is suddenly pacing, anger clouding his face. "And now I find out he's peddling guns to teenagers in my streets." He turned to meet Bombshell's eyes, and there's wrath, righteous wrath, burning there. "I think he needs some education on why that's a terrible idea."
  6. Corbin moved forward with a reassuring smile on his face to stand beside Eve. When she introduced him, he leaned forward and offered his hand to each of the women at the table. "Hello, nice to meet you." He stepped back to let Eve do the bulk of the "intro talk". It would do her good to think about something else. He moved to "keep an eye" on the newer additions to the team. When Koshiro walked in, Corbin gave him a moment to get his bearings before walking forward with a smile on his face and his hand held out. "Hi, nice to meet you. My name's Corbin." It ought to be pretty clear to Koshiro this guy wasn't faking it; despite the fact they were in a juvenile detention center, he seemed to harbor no real ill will, and was exuding "big friendly farmer kid" vibes.
  7. GM/NPC Fenris politely refused any drink, citing difficulties routing it through his armor. In truth, he just didn't want to impede his reasoning while wearing it. Or show off his real face, alternate dimension or no. It hadn't been that difficult to help stop the train from the inside; despite the stylistic differences, certain mechanical principles carried over from his world, and he'd always had a head for this sort of thing. Part of him enjoyed tinkering with the new and different material. Sadly, all such things came to an end. Though, honestly, going home was a relief for him. He had things to do besides play hero in another dimension. He stepped smoothly from the Brit Machine when they arrived home. "And only a couple of new scratches on the armor to show for it. Well, I'm glad we could help you out, ma'am. Hopefully things stay sorted for a while." He eyed the other two, before shrugging. "Was interesting working with all of you. Have a good day." And with a flash of light and rush of air, he was gone.
  8. Corbin looked a bit uncomfortable at the deception. More than once, he glanced toward the detention center, hoping no one noticed them. "Do we have to do it like this? I mean, surely we can just give them the situation and that should be enough, right? Though...crud. I'm not 18 yet. If the rest of you think this is the best way, I'll go along with it." Shaking his head, he falls silent, and resolves to speak little on their way in, and stay toward the back of the group.
  9. "I'll stay up here. Lets me get a better view on what all of you are doing. Since I'm an observer, after all." And in moments the team was gone from the control room. Corbin sat up in his chair and turned head-on to the bank of monitors. He watched as the teens positioned themselves, and he slowly adjusted the feeds until he could keep an eye on all of the proceedings. Almost immediately, something came to his mind. He didn't activate the comm unit, but he couldn't help but speak out loud. "I hope they move the hostages to somewhere out of sight of the bank..."
  10. I apologize for delays. Life's been hectic of late with my job search and such. I'll try to get something settled for tomorrow. If that doesn't work out, we'll be looking at next weekend.
  11. Gabriel's too high-powered, but I think I'd like to get Cobalt Templar in on this.
  12. "That, and if I take up too much room, it doesn't really squeeze you out." Coming from a teenager the size of some NFL players, that was a serious consideration. Corbin gave Kimber a small smile. "Besides. I don't get cold that easily these days. So yeah, Sharl's got a good setup for us. It's fine by me." He glanced towards the panhandler, but paid him little heed; he carried no cash on a trip, and frankly wasn't a huge fan of handing money out that might end up used on less-critical items. He watched Eve, mostly concerned about how utterly silent she'd been. He was worried that she'd draw too far into herself. 'Heaven help whoever tries to mug her, though.' Adjusting his bag a bit, he looks to the others. "Hey Sharl, we have an address for this guy yet?"
  13. Corbin had been, well, "almost dozing" for a fair bit of the fight. But he slowly opened his eyes at the questioning now taking place. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before rumbling out a reply. "Yeah. Idea is, someone goes there because they're young enough there's hope they'll turn around. Anyways, if this guy went in and is back out, he's not done anything major. Try not to introduce yourselves by saying "what got you into juvie, Koshiro?". If he wants to tell us, he will. If he doesn't, he doesn't. I'd wager he didn't do worse than a misdemeanor or some such. Kimber's right; him coming with us is a chance for him to start over. Let's help give him that."
  14. Gabriel couldn't help but smile at the cameraman's frustrations; not so much because he reveled in the mans' frustrations, but that he seemed to be the "cantankerously helpful" sort. "Your assistance is appreciated, sir." Once he was gone, he turned to Siobhan. When she voiced her idea, he nodded. "In essence, yes. But we have to try to keep it short and sweet. Many people live off of "sound bites". Let's give them some to chew on, hm?"
  15. Almost before she was done talking, Eve was enveloped in a hug from her over-sized companion. Were it not such a solemn moment, the sheer size difference would be comical. As it was, Corbin took a moment to try and be a friend, a brother, to his hurting comrade. "It wasn't your fault, Eve. None of us realized that such a thing would be possible, not like this. We did the best we could with what information we had. Which wasn't as much as it could have been...The point is, you helped stop her before any of us were hurt badly. You helped stop her peacefully. Now she's going to get help. You did stand between today. Just not in a perfect world." He lapsed into silence, opting to stay where he was for the moment unless Eve objected. This was all he could do to help her now. He feared it wasn't enough.
  16. Carson blinks as Heyzel's mother is described to him, before recognition sets in. "Indeed? Truly, an interesting family you come from." At his next comments, Carson's face grew a bit worried and sad. "I did not mean to offend you, Heyzel. It is just that such things as the exact nature of angels isn't something the Bible or other texts dwell on. There are bits and hints, but no anatomical treatises. And it's not like I was going to, ah, check for sure. I didn't want to offend by asking, I guess you could say. Just not something that I felt needed to be talked about one way or the other. Still, it's knowledge. I'll keep it in mind for the future." He gives his friend a slight smile. "Considering several mentions of angels in the Bible seem to defy anatomy or the like, with pillars and wheels and too many limbs and eyes, I try not to take too much for granted with the angelic hosts."
  17. "So long as you talk to me, I'll listen." He followed Sharl's glance, a sad expression on his face. "Eve's a very personal, private person. I'm not really sure what we can do. Best thing right now is to just be available. Beyond that...I don't rightly know. Perhaps it would be good if you secured a couple of different methods to communicate with someone about Becky's status. I'm sure Eve would be worried about that, and having that communication will ease her mind." With a half-smile, he clapped Sharl once on the shoulder. "Welcome to Young Freedom, Sharl. Where we take the bad with the good, and come out better for it." With that, he walked back over to Eve, kneeling next to her and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. He was silent, both verbally and mentally. At most, Eve would pick up wordless assurance that he was her friend, he cared, and he was here for her.
  18. Corbin's outfit had faded completely to his civilian clothes as they spoke; it was seemingly a byproduct of his focus on the conversation. As Sharl reacted to Corbin's remarks, the larger boy closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "I misspoke. I would have been more accurate to say that online research cannot be the only thing we rely on. There are times when it just doesn't have the same input that real-world experience can deliver." He frowned at the mention of Daniel's relationship to Kimber. "That may or may not have given us enough warning. It's not like we've got any of the school's mages with us. The closest thing we've got is my ring, and it can't throw out blanket protection like that. As for the mutation, that's not something on record that I'm aware of, and it certainly doesn't happen in every forest every day. Not even close! That's why things like that tend to be "urban legends" rather than regularly reported incidents. But either way, we could just as easily have been in the middle of a desert, or the ocean, or any number of other places. This place being a forest is incidental to what happened, not integral." He sighed as Sharl admitted his fault in the incidents. "Look. I'm mad as much because you could have gotten hurt as for any other reason, Sharl. Even and I are responsible for the rest of you. All of you are our team. Summers holds us to a higher standard because of that. It's been a...rough summer. Let's just say I'm a bit on edge when it comes to teammates charging blindly into danger." He gave a dry chuckle. "Then again, I dunno. Maybe this team will end up beating something just as nasty as the last incarnation did."
  19. Corbin started ticking numbers off with his fingers as he spoke. "One: You revealed the rest of us as something other than ordinary people, just by association with you. Two, we did not know the nature of Kimber's powers, so pointing toward her floating through walls, or you being glitched out by being near her. So that's a pointless trail to follow. Three, she has more knowledge about this locality than any of us. And I don't care about your online research; it doesn't tell us what someone who lives here can. Besides, it would have been just as suspicious if we'd told her no! Plus, I...." Here, he falters and looks over to Eve, still cradling the unconscious Becky. "Eve wanted her to come. I couldn't reasonably say "no", since we didn't expect such an unusual situation." He shook his head and resumed counting. "Four, you are not the only person on this team. Stop acting like you are. Besides, we all came because this was just as much about introducing Kimber to us as it was anything else. Five, there is no way we could have known about the Wendigo spirit. Frankly, we're lucky it didn't try to possess one of us. Beyond that, there's no danger out here. It's just a forest! What are you so worried about?" He sighs and runs his counting hand through his hair. "Look, the whole point of this is less about the identity reveal, though that's not something you can casually do, as it is about you charging off on your own. You can't do that, not without at least talking to the rest of us. Eve can't use her mental communication to reach you. Which means that if you run off, we may well be cut off from speaking with you. You have to keep this in mind! Clearly Miss Americana didn't teach you stuff like this, which is kind of puzzling."
  20. Corbin eyeballed the scenario as it was played out for everyone to see. It was probably for the best the others had time to plan; this sort of thing always went better when you had a chance to think things through. He manipulated the controls in front of him, thoughtfully zooming his view in and out on various parts of the scenario, trying to get the best picture possible. Not that he would directly notify the others of minute details; that would defeat the purpose of them planning it out. However, the number of opponents did raise one question he thought should be addressed. "Something to consider, everyone. Are you going to try simultaneously fighting all opponents? Or use swarm tactics and hope you can down them one-by-one before they counterattack?"
  21. (OOC: Spoilered since she's already posted up there.)
  22. Once True North was present and dealing with the situation, Corbin walked over to Sharl and gestured to a corner of the clearing. "Time for our talk." He then all but marched over to the indicated spot and waited for Sharl. Once the electronic you was there, Corbin sighed and started talking. "Look. I get that, before you joined our team, you were probably used to operating independently. I mean, I guess you worked with Miss Americana, but I'd wager you were probably pointed in a direction and told to fix a problem. That's not how Young Freedom works. We're a team. And team members don't go charging off with no warning or discussion. And they especially don't just suddenly reveal that we're something besides a group of normal teenagers! I don't know about the others, but I have a secret identity for a reason, Sharl! What if you'd gotten caught in some sort of trap, and we'd had to spend time bailing you out? You don't go blindly charging in! It doesn't end well! It hasn't yet produced a positive result in my experience!" He was clearly agitated. "Seriously, I appreciate the contributions you're making, but you need to step back and consider this isn't a one-man show any more."
  23. Well, AEGIS was just an example idea. I'm seriously thinking of making her international, though. I mean, Gabriel's non-American too.
  24. Does that mean I get to be the One Sober Man With a Camera? :D
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