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Guide Point to Raven III Raven III Meanwhile at Summers Manor: 2 IC Posts Thunderbird Ancient Enemies: 3 IC Posts Cosmic Love: 7 IC Posts Nordic: 5 IC Posts Reptile Brain: 3 IC Posts Wheels Are Turning: 1 IC Post Total: 19 IC Posts
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Thunderbird had been hiking without complaint as they moved along. Granted, he'd "cheated" several times by giving himself a boost of flight. But it wasn't like they were hiding their powers. As they moved along, he stilled the winds as best as he could when asked to by Octoman. He traded a bit of banter with the pliable hero, willingly playing the straight-man in his various puns, but he was clearly distracted by the scenery. When Veronica ordered everyone to stop, Thunderbird all but froze in place, and immediately dialed down his powers to the minimum. The wind picked up a bit as his efforts to slow it lessened. He glanced among his teammates, and worry creased his face. "Should we start backing up? Or is it erratic enough that might dump us through. Also, a dimensional? Can we tell which dimension?"
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Thunderbird's eyes widened in shock and surprise as Goanna charged at Octoman. The villain wasn't just trying to attack the young hero, he was trying to take him! This seemed to spark a well of anger inside of the weather-controlling teenager. His lips pulled back in a snarl, and his voice rang out clearly in the sky. "NO!" In the blink of an eye and a clap of thunder, he was suddenly on top of Goanna. His hands reached down and his wings flexed up toward the cloudy sky. A bolt of lightning struck each wingtip, crackled along his body, and flowed over his hands directly into Goanna's skin, his face. "YIELD!"
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Thunderbird's gonna do something stupid. Free Action: Stunt a Drain Toughness off of his array. Keeping it as just Drain Toughness, so I should be able to hit Rank 12 (to match his Lightning) with a +8 Melee to Touch him. Move Action: Get up in his business Standard Action: Melee/Touch Attack: 10. Fudge that, HP reroll. 17, which becomes 27 with Reroll. Pretty sure that hits, so a DC 22 Fortitude Save vs Drain Toughness (Rank 12).
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ic Meanwhile at the stately Summers Manor...
KnightDisciple replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in North Bay
"Claims time-travel. Fits the scenario a bit better. Comments sound more genuine to someone expecting a different scenario." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Could still be a con. Trying to ascertain information that only Callie Summers would actually be able to provide, not something in a biography from 30 years ago." He gave the teenager in front of them a flat look. "Any suggestions?" -
ic Meanwhile at the stately Summers Manor...
KnightDisciple replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in North Bay
The young man holding a sword stood there for several long moments after Callie's declaration. The only signs he was alive and not a statue were slow, steady breaths, and the occasional blink of his eyes. When he finally spoke, the tone was flat with disbelief. "What." It was more of a statement than a question. "You're....alright. Prove it. What was your birthday present on your seventh birthday." It was something only Duncan, Callie, and Alek knew. Mostly because it embarrassed the Headmistress these days. It wasn't something she would share, and Alek's mind was guarded enough he'd likely pick up on the signs of a telepath pulling the answer from his mind. Especially as he was rolling around the remembered conversation in coded Georgian inside of his own mind. And then Ashley walked in. Alek shifted his head slightly, keeping one eye firmly fixed on "Young Callie", but turned enough that his voice carried clearly over his shoulder. "You're just in time, Ashley. Seems we have a...complicated...situation on our hands." Ashley could instantly tell that Alek was using his "work voice", or at least as close as he could get outside of the suit. -
ic Meanwhile at the stately Summers Manor...
KnightDisciple replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in North Bay
Summers Manor, Entry Hall The older woman looked cautiously at the teenage girl. At first, her face showed confusion. Then, it shifted to guarded disbelief. "Young lady, tell me who you really are. You're not Callie Summers, even if this is truly her family's home." Her eyes shifted to a point behind and to the right of Callie. If the time-tossed teenager turned at the moment, she would behold a young man standing there, half in the shadows, holding a sheathed saber in his hands. He stood dangerously still; his posture was that of a snake coiled to strike. His gaze turned to the first person Callie had met here. "You okay, mom?" "Yes, dear." "Maybe you should go talk to dad and Mister Summers. In the other study." The older woman's eyes widened a bit, before she nodded and began to cautiously move away. He turned back to Callie, his eyes searching, challenging. "Now, 'Callie Summers', just who do you think you...wait." He narrowed his eyes and took a single half-step forward. It was just the two of them now. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped in pitch, and there was something extra in it. "Who are you?" -
ic Meanwhile at the stately Summers Manor...
KnightDisciple replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in North Bay
Summers Manor, Entry Hall "Alek, is that you? I thought you were in the garage?" A woman walked into the hallway, wiping her hands on a towel, looking as if she'd been working in the kitchen. She was glancing at her phone, a frown on her face, when she looked up and saw Callie. In that moment, she froze, her body language showing signs of tightly-controlled panic. Her hand holding the phone slipped behind her back, out of Callie's view. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" ========================================== Summers Manor, Garage Alek put the tablet down and rubbed his eyes. Updating the software in the G-class that they were going to use when Duncan Summers wanted to move out and about had proved more frustrating than he thought. He felt more comfortable with the insides of cars and other vehicles these days, but the computer was still his "first love". Between the baseline code, the official modifications for the self-raising/lowering suspension (easier for Summers to enter and exit the vehicle), and the unofficial modifications that he'd roped Geckoman into helping him install, it was a bit of a tangle mess. At this point, he just needed to let it sit and integrate the code overnight... Then his phone buzzed, in a particular pattern that had him stand bolt upright. He yanked the phone from its holster and checked the status; his mother, the entry hall, unknown individual. No time for a change, even if he was quick about it. He moved to the door into the house and kicked a spot on one of the support columns on his way. From the ceiling next to the door, a panel opened, and his hand reached out and caught the sheathed sword even as he started to run. He shoved his phone away and placed his now-free hand on the grip of the weapon, even as he neared the entryway... -
"Alright, just let me know when you need it, Sir Armsalot." Micah winced in sympathy as Ben took a giant whiff of dirty laundry. He reached over and patted the enthusiastic teen on the shoulder in a minor gesture of comfort. "We thank you for your sacrifice." He looked thoughtful at the discussion of the route of the missing doctors. He glanced at Danica at the mention of her staying behind. He glanced around their surroundings again. "Well, it would be helpful to have one of us here to serve as a 'home base' presence. I can always go back and forth, if something comes up here that you need a hand with." Part of him wished the Segway Shoes were done, but Danica raised some good points about how it wasn't just the uneven terrain that would be an issue. And having someone from the team back at the research camp felt like a good idea. The whole situation didn't sit right with him, not entirely, even if he couldn't say why.
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Thunderbird hovered in the air for several moments, watching the flow of battle. It took him a second, but he saw Fear-Master. He saw Octoman hit him with a paralyzing attack, but the sound-slinging nightmare-inducing villain was still standing, albeit only just. It seemed like a good time to correct that oversight. "Do you fear the storm, you slasher movie reject?" The weather-wielder reached up, and yet another bolt of lightning appeared in his hand. He reared back, the semi-solid bolt of atmospheric plasma glowing even brighter, and then he let loose just a few moments after he yelled out a warning. "Octoman, down!"
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So I burn an HP to avoid Fatigue. Free Action: All Out Attack 5 (Defense Bonus is now +9, Attack is +13), and Power Attack 5 (DC for Lightning is now 32, Attack back to +8) Move Action: Move laterally to get a better shot at Fear Master. Staying 60 feet in the air. Standard Action: Ranged attack with Lightning. 14. Gonna use an HP to reroll (if 14 somehow hits, ignore). 17, which becomes 27 with reroll (9 becomes 19). DC 32 Toughness Save.
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Micah grew more serious as the adults came over and gave them an update. He looked out on the horizon again, eyes squinted a bit even behind his goggles. Nothing. "Hm." With that wordy declaration made, he turned and followed the others. He tried to at least dampen the cold around them for Danica's sake, but to avoid disturbing the trails he avoided altering wind patterns yet. "If it gets really bad, Chelone, let me know and I can raise the heat more. Just trying not to disturb things too much yet." As Octoman got to sniffing, Thunderbird turned to his trusty tentacled teenage teammate and spoke up softly. "Once you get going, would it help if I stopped the wind around us as we went?"
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Outside, Micah shook as he knelt in the grass. He could feel the energy inside of him lashing, attempting to get out. He knew that if he didn't do something now, he might seriously damage the campus. So he turned to Elizabeth even as she began to fade from view. "I'll be back. If you find her, call for me." Then he turned his gaze skyward, and he was gone. Within moments, the storm-clad teen was high in the sky, and in under a minute he was well above any commercial airliners or even military craft in the area. For just a moment, he slowed down and cast his gaze around himself, ensuring it was clear skies. Then he pushed himself even harder, quickly reaching his maximum speed and becoming a crackling green blur. A Mach cone formed in front of his outstretched hands, and then broke, as an enormous explosion of sound, light, and storm-bred fury lashed out at empty air all around him. To those on the ground of Freedom City, it would sound like a distant roll of thunder, promising potential rain later on. Above the Claremont campus itself, the air was clearing up, only dark wisps of cloud suggesting things had nearly gotten very, very bad...
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Micah's eyes were closed as he played. He seemed to just be going with the music still. His guitar playing had definitely smoothed out, and his instrument harmonized with the others much better. When Astrid asked her question, he didn't seem to hear her at first, since he gave no outward reply. When he spoke up, after Eira's suggestion, his eyes remained closed and he continued to play. "Hm. I feel like that's too on-the-nose? Are you wanting us to only play for Claremont and 'super-groups', or would you try to have us go out and about? If we're gonna play in non-hero spaces, I'd rather not make the connection too obvious. Still...maybe something about rain? Or wolves or dogs?"
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As Alice disappeared into light, Micah's face morphed into a snarl. In a whirl of wind and light he was outside the greenhouse, and his head whipped back and forth in a frenzy even as the sky continued to churn. A rumble of thunder rolled across the ears of everyone on campus. But then, he fell to his knees, his glowing eyes clenched shut. A single fist slammed the dirt, and a thin bolt of lightning cracked down from the sky. "SHE USED ME!" The other fist hit the ground, and another bolt fell. "SHE USED ME!" His fingers clawed dirt as he wept tears that evaporated before they could fall, such was the energy leaking from his eyes. Tears of St. Elmo's Fire began to fall up toward the clouds. His wings of lightning flapped and scraped at the ground. "She used me...." Then his head snapped up and he looked around, his face almost manic. He almost seemed like a hound, intent on something. A web of lightning snaked across the dark clouds above them. "Where is she? I won't let her use me, use anyone!" He knew that Elizabeth, Judy, and Ashley were there, his question seemed half-directed at them. But he clearly hadn't quite processed or responded to anything they'd said, not quite yet.
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For a few moments, Micah just stood there. Then, he spoke softly into the still air. His voice echoed, despite how little volume he lent it. "I care what my mother things." He turned and faced her slowly. As he turned, his posture straightened a bit at a time. His eyes cleared, and began to glow softly. When he was facing Alice fully, he stopped moving. "I care what she thinks. Because I love her. You...you don't actually care about me, do you? You don't want actual love. Love isn't just sitting around singing and giving each other goo-goo eyes." He took a single step forward. The air began to move, a breeze blowing from behind Micah. The doors of the greenhouse rattled, just a bit. "Love isn't just touching and feeling and sitting next to each other. Do you know what Love is?" He took another step. The air began to move more rapidly. Micah's eyes were glowing green entirely. "It's a man who works extra hours so his wife doesn't have to. It's a mother who holds her son and explains, through the tears, why his father's never coming home. It's a mother working overtime to keep him fed. It's a husband who writes his wife love letters after 50 years of marriage, when they're grey and wrinkled. It's a man who only talks about his wife as the greatest woman in the world, no matter where he's at or who he's with. It's love letters when he's away for a week because of his job protecting others." Outside, the skies were dark. The windows began to rattle. The doors shook as the wind picked up. "You can't make someone love you like that. Either they choose to love you like that, or they don't love you at all." Wings of lightning shrouded in the fell flames of the aurora borealis manifested from Micah's back. "Get away from me. You don't know what it means to really love me, and I don't love you."
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Thunderbird's "field uniform" typically had no sleeves, due to the tendency of his powers to manifest electrical fields along his arms. He got sick of burning fabric smell. But as they arrived in a flash of light, the young weather controller wore a sturdy jacket and a heavy wool cap alongside his goggles and reinforced jumpsuit. His fingers flexed slightly as he inhaled the cold air. He turned toward Octoman as the many-limbed crime-fighter cried out to the desert. "If a giant worm shows up later, I'm blaming you." He turned toward the desert sands again and frowned. "It's a windy, sandy mess. You think you can still track their scent? What would it even stick to out here?" His fingers flexed again, and for a brief moment the wind seemed to lessen around the group. It was clear he wanted to ease the cold air knifing over their bodies, but that he had something holding him back.
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Micah's eyes started to clear as he looked to Elizabeth first. He seemed to focus intently on her declaration of Alice rejecting his father's advice. He tilted his head slightly to one side at the "five girls" comment. "Don't want five girls. Just one good one." He turned toward Judy as she moved away from topics of romance to something old and familiar to him. At first he simply listened, but then he started to join in. "Give us this day our daily bread..." As he spoke, his back straightened slightly, and his jaw got less clenched, as if he felt less pain. "...but deliver us from evil..." Then Alice asked a question in a confused voice. Micah blinked and turned to her. "It's the Lord's Prayer. Wait, you've never heard it? That....hm. But you....wait. You never did say anything about....what church you go to. Don't want...." He seemed to almost be fighting something now. The breeze stirred around them, just a bit. "Don't want to break my mother's heart. Mom always wanted me to....to...to marry a Christian girl. Not to be...mean...wanted me to be happy. Be...content. Talked about how good she and dad had things, being 'equally yoked'." He seemed introspective at the statement.
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Micah ignored the rather obvious insult directed at him and his powers. He was finding it difficult to get along with Eira, but he was willing to give this a try for a bit longer. Astrid was being nice enough, at least. And while he enjoyed playing in the worship band for youth group, there was a part of him that enjoyed the thought of someone wanting his musical talents. Perhaps that was why the bit about a concert in the sky didn't sit well, either. It came across as wanting his powers more than him. "Hank 3? He's not in my top 5 but I've heard his stuff, yeah. Hang on." They went back into the band room, and Micah settled back in the chair he'd been in. His posture was a bit different, but he started to play as soon as Astrid was done tuning. At first, it was a bit chaotic, but he quickly picked up on what Astrid and Eira seemed to be playing, and soon he was playing along. It was clear that,for the moment, Micah was content to simply follow along and play. His eyes were mostly closed, and his head moved with the rhythm as he rocked back and forth just a bit.
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Thunderbird had started to have trouble taking in a full breath as Goana's grip squeezed tighter. His own mouth was curled into a snarl, and sparks were dancing inside the goggles of his costume. Then Astrid threatened the lizard-man, and Thunderbird's freedom was restored, though his dignity remained cruelly taken from him. Chelone's shell construct manifested just as he stood to his feet. He glanced down, then looked back to the tortoise-themed heroine and gave her a solemn nod. His gaze turned back to Goana, and now there were not sparks behind his goggles. There were burning green stars. Wings of crackling lightning and ethereal not-quite-flame roared to life from his back, and Thunderbird soared into the sky. From on high, he looked down at Goana. The villain who was about to grab, probably hurt, one of Thunderbird's friends. A good guy. "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" His left arm reared back, and the hand curled around a lightning bolt that was suddenly just there, and it was flung to the ground, striking Goana. "This ends here! You're not threatening ANYONE ELSE!" His right arm repeated the action, and by this point the ears of everyone likely rung a little, what with the shouting and the thunder-claps.
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I am once more free of being grappled. Thusly, my plan, cunning that it is. Free Action: All Out Attack 5 (Defense Bonus is now +9, Attack is +13), and Power Attack 5 (DC for Lightning is now 32, Attack back to +8) Move Action: Move 60 feet straight up. This should still be only half his 1st Range Increment. Standard Action: Ranged attack with Lightning. 25, once again. That hit last time, so DC 32 Toughness Save. Free Action: Surge/Extra Effort for another Standard Action. Standard Action: Ranged attack with Lightning. 21. That is apparently good enough, so another DC 32 Toughness Save. I'll use an HP next round to avoid the Fatigue.
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Micah nodded at Alice's first set of words. It made sense, to him; friends supported you, right? But then... At those words, Micah frowned. No, he scowled. He stood up a bit straighter, and went very still. At that exact same moment, the slight breeze that had been in the greenhouse stopped, the air seeming to almost lock in place. The same thing happened for hundreds of feet around them, outside. The air went dead-still. The silence for several moments was almost deafening. "What...what did you say about my dad's advice?"
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"Eira, wait, please. Look, I'm all for playing music, but...what's the point of this 'concert in the sky'? The acoustics will be terrible, and Astrid isn't sure either. You may think there's nothing that could go wrong, but you can't feel the weather, either." He ran a hand over his hair, the other one grasped tightly to the guitar he'd grabbed as they walked outside. "I mean, if we do this, yeah, a couple kilometers or so up, I guess? But then there's planes. If you want to be outside, why not just here?" He swept an arm around them. "It's a nice day. It'd be a shame to ruin it with a freak thunderstorm."
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Micah's face turned conflicted. Emotions cycled in his eyes, his hands clenched and unclenched, and above the greenhouse, dark clouds turned slowly. This is clearly not something he enjoys. First, he looked at Judy, sad and angry all at once. "Yeah, no, I get it, Judy. Normal. Too normal to be anything but your friend, and I was too shy to say anything different. Doesn't matter now. We both have someone who...who...who appreciates us." His eyes flicked over to Elizabeth. He frowned, but this time in what looked like confusion. "I...wait." He blinked and looked back at Alice for a moment, then back to Elizabeth. "I don't..I don't want to not have other friends. Ashley pointed...pointed a gun." He was clearly not himself at this point. His emotional state was compromised and his speech was almost slurred. "She didn't say she wanted me not to...not to have other friends. Just...I just don't want people shooting people!" Then his gaze turned to Ashley. For several long moments, genuine anger was there. But then...something caused it to soften. "My....my father. He used to...to say. That a good woman is like a...a good cake. Gotta...wait a while." His brow furrowed. "I...I have a right to my own emotions, though? I...can't I feel...lonely? Can't I...want...something good?" His eyes clenched shut, and his left hand rested on his temple. "Head hurts. Too much shouting. I...can't we...put guns away? Get some...tea?" Micah was still in Ashley's way; his body blocked a good shot.
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Micah raised an eyebrow at Eira's "praise", though he did give Astrid a smile and a nod at her more enthusiastic encouragement. "I mean, if that's 'acceptable'...like, I know I'm not a profe-WOAH!" He suddenly emitted a sound between "shout" and "squeak", and slammed a hand over his eyes as Eira started taking a shirt off. "Okay, uh, so what in the world, Eira? You were just giving me a hard time out there...." When Astrid stopped acting like this was going weird places, Micah risked a peek. When he saw that Astrid wasn't going further "down" than the halter top, he lowered his hand all the way. His head tilted to the side a bit. "Are you a...cyborg?" He clearly didn't know her that well. And if one thought about it, Micah didn't seem the type who was "plugged in" to rumor mills. "Aerial cover...you mean clouds?" He closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. "Can I? It is possible, yes. Should I? Dunno. It's a nice day. Big pile of clouds, all out of nowhere, that's suspicious. If I make it hollow, that's just asking for it to turn nasty if I don't spend most of my brain on keeping it leashed. I'm still learning meteorology; how much about it do you know, Eira? Weather's tricky. I can do stuff the size of a room or a car, not much worry. But to cover us being up there, playing, it'd need to be bigger. Which I can do, but not by much right now. Might look a tad suspicious, a big pile of clouds sitting over this school mid-day with nothing else for miles." He opened his eyes, looking very serious. "And when we're done, I'm gonna have to spend 15 minutes unravelin' what I raveled, so I don't end up dropping a twister on the city, or a flash flood three counties south of here. You willin' to help me sit still and track everything so we don't ruin someone else's life just so you have a fancy sky-concert?"