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Micah's gaze stayed on Leroy now. He gave the other boy a rather flat expression. He chose not to rise to the potential bait about "sworn word". But then Leroy started talking about Micah's heritage. His ancestors. "While I appreciate the attempt to somehow put my ancestors on a pedestal, what, exactly, are your sources? Because right now you're sounding like a movie-maker who wants to have the Wise Native impart Folk Wisdom to the White Hero." Perhaps his tone was bitter, but he'd run into that sort of thing all too many times before. But before he could get any steam going, Leroy brought up Mia. Micah shifted his stance a bit, now all awkward teenage boy. "I...chosen? Look, Leroy, we're here watching a movie. Mia and I talked about this after the initial...invite. Mia's nice but we don't really know each other. We're just hanging out tonight, okay? I'm not putting a ring on her when I barely know her or something." The unspoken words hung in the air. "Not everyone gets a fancy fairy tale romance. Some of us just have to muddle on through life."
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"We should at least let Dr. Ellison know, then we can check it out. We're not the only ones here." He started to try to walk casually in the direction he'd seen the motion in. Then the sound hit him like a wall, and he froze in place for several moments. Veronica was saying something. What was she saying? Micah struggled to think. He turned to look at Veronica, his eyes showing tiny green lightning bolts roiling over them. "I need to change." The air whirls around them, and Micah is gone, over in some corner out of sight of people and cameras. In between the blinks of eyes, he's yanked his costume and goggles out of his backpack with hands shaking at several times the speed a human should be able to achieve. His regular clothes tore as he yanked them off and stuffed them in the pack. He tried to breathe, and it was all shaking, shuddering breaths. He blurred through the air, the goggles barely settled on his face, the pack dropped on a nearby roof. He landed near the others, not the same place, and there he crouched. All but curled in a ball. The air around them stirred, and dust kicked up in little whirls. "What's going on?"
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Hm. Free Action: Spend an HP to temporarily get Quick Change. Move Action: Speed off to a spot somewhere out of view. Free Action: Change into costume (hooray backpacks) Move Action: Come back on-scene. I'm not going to invoke any Complications yet, and right now he's not doing anything mechanically with the weather. But FWIW, Thev, he's still learning control and he's under a Fear effect. We can play with this for a round or two as you'd like.
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Guide Point to Raven III Judex Golgotha Tenemant Blues: 1 IC Post Thunderbird Feelings and other sensitive subjects: 1 IC Post Reptile Brain: 2 IC Posts Wheels Are Turning: 4 IC Posts
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Will Save: 19. Initiative: 12.
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Micah smiled back at Veronica. "I think we're on track for it to be a..." He trailed off and frowned as he watched...someone?...duck behind a nearby building. He next spoke in a low tone, barely above a whisper. "Did you see...them? That didn't feel right." The air suddenly smelled faintly of ozone, and the breeze picked up a bit. "Should we talk to Security?" Micah glanced around, looking for the school chaperone, a member of Zoo Security, or really any adult who looked like a good possibility for reporting suspicious activity.
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When Leroy started to wax poetic about Atlantis and the deeper parts of inter-dimensional energies, Micah's eyes glazed over a bit. He looked toward Mia and started to roll his eyes with a light-hearted smirk...and then her chair fell apart. He'd started moving faster than any mortal by the time Mia was halfway to the ground. If not for his own chair tangling his legs enough that he ended up nearly bowling over the couch, Micah might have been able to catch Mia. As it was, he ended up leaning over one side of the couch even as Judy, Leroy, and Ashley raced to the aid of his date. By the time he was standing, Micah's face was flush with embarrassment. And before he had a chance to ask Mia if she was okay, all of the ladies swept out of the room. Leaving Micah in the room. With Leroy. By themselves. Micah glanced back at the TV, then at Leroy. He repeated this for a few moments. "So. Atlantis, huh?"
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Thunderbird Notice: 28.
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Micah chuckled a bit at Veronica's observation. "I would hope you know I tend to be, though. Besides, some of our group are displaying enough energy for, oh, about two of our groups." It was not hard to guess who he meant. He shrugged as they continued to walk, taking a deep breath with a smile on his face. "Just kind of enjoying the day, you know? It's nice outside, I'm in a fun place with friends. Beautiful weather, and I didn't even need to push that part!" His smile turned just a bit melancholy. "We didn't go to the zoo much when I was younger, but the times we did are good memories."
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Micah pointed at Mia and smiled when she brought up Achilles. "Yeah, him! Achilles! That's an example of what I meant. He couldn't bench-press a mountain and shoot lasers from his eyes. Maybe he had magic, maybe it was genetic. But he was clearly not just average. Odysseus was like Raven, yeah? All smarts and tools and stuff." He looked back toward the TV just as Judy leaned over and kissed Leroy. Mia was close enough, and Ashley observant enough, they could see that Micah's eyes tightened, just a little. Nothing more than that, but clearly there was something going on in his head. "The Ghigau, or at least some of them, might have been the same way. I think it's maybe true that, for the most part, the...flashy...powers are more modern. Most stuff we read about from the old days is people that are really tough, strong, great fighters, that kind of thing. Maybe some shiny swords or something. At least until you get out to India and China, that area. Some of those get pretty wild." He looked thoughtful for a few moments. "I mean, they're only 'invisible' because we let them be, though, yeah? Isn't it on us to share those kinds of stories? Tell people about these heroes?"
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"I mean, if she and I do end up spending time together, likely in groups, outside of class and school, cool. Not sure if you can actually make that happen, but cool." He looked out the window, his demeanor much calmer now. "Keep an ear to the ground about how they're doing as a couple, I guess? Like, not weird spying level stuff. Just awareness. If they get closer and stuff, it is what it is. Like I said, Judy's free to make her choices. Even if they're mistakes."
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Judex frowned at the mention of "outsider entities". He didn't like the sound of that. "Outsiders? Borrowed power? Hn. The wolves of this city, always scrabbling for just a few extra moments of strength. Is this patron such that we should worry about immediate reprisal? Or are we on the long hunt now, my friend?" He looked toward Strix. "Dear owl, are you well? You seem a bit...distracted."
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"I mean, there weren't a lot of, like, superhero-heroes right around this time, no. There'd been a few hero-types with potentially some powers running around sort of before and after. At least, in Europe and the Middle East. Do we know about further East, in China and Japan and Korea and so on? And isn't Dakana at least that old? The whole White Lion thing is as old as Dakana, and they're pretty super-hero-y." He shifted a bit in his chair, glancing for a moment toward Mia, but recognizing something was happening. "And...I mean, who's to say there weren't super-types scattered around the Americas? We just don't have the same records. Lot more oral traditions. All things considered, you sometimes think it's a miracle the stuff we know these days survived."
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Micah had settled down to watch the movie; he'd not seen this one, but he had watched the old Ten Commandments movie a couple of times. There were certainly...imperfections...with said film, but it was still an excellent piece of movie-making. Ben-Hur was looking to be cut from the same cloth. His gaze flipped to Judy at her comment, before his eyes lost focus just a bit. "Alzheimer's is...my grandfather, my father's father, had it. He tried to pass me all the lessons he could before it just...took him from us. Even though he was sitting in front of us. No one should have that." He sighed and tried to lighten the mood. "This movie was during Peak Heston, though!"
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Micah shook his head at the rather more verbose antics of his classmates, before double-checking his own backpack and pockets. Once he was sure he had everything, he fell in with the group, trailing toward the back. After a few moments, he noticed Veronica keeping pace with him. He raised an eyebrow and spoke up softly. His voice held no anger or irritation, just curiosity. "What's up, Veronica? Anything I can help you with?"
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Micah still felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing. The rather blatant setup by Judy was one thing. Being in close proximity to Leroy for so long and having to endure him and Judy being more casually affectionate was another level. But at the moment he stood in front of the door, Micah heavily pondered his decision in wardrobe. His arms and torso felt fine, but his legs and feet were freezing. He glanced at Mia, smiling a bit despite the shiver. "Remind me to never question the emergency warming measures taken by those who regularly wear skirts, dresses, and similar garments. Ever again." He stepped forward and opened the door, smiling as he gestured for her to head in. "After you!"
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As Grumble said, a PL8 built with 150pp is totally fine. A "wider but shallower" build isn't out of place. Our general recommendation is often a PL 10/150pp character, but that's more just for easiest slotting into the broadest number of potential threads, easy math, etc. PL8's doable. The main thing is to decide what PL you're setting your caps at (7, 8, 10, etc), and then ensure you hit your caps. An under-capped character will cause more issues than one that's "built broad". Regarding the question of vigilantism, that's a bit harder to answer. We have characters who fit the traditional comic book archetype of a "vigilante", which is to say characters with no or very low-level actual super-powers, and relying primarily on wit, skill, and gadgets to do the crime-fighting. We have several characters who use fear and intimidation as part of their crime-fighting arsenal. However. They still go after people who've actually committed. (or are in the process of committing) crimes. And they adhere to the same level of force usage and so on that the "brighter" heroes do.
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This was a bad month. Thunderbird Feelings and Other Sensitive Subjects: 1 IC Post Reptile Brain: 1 IC Post Tech Compliance: 1 IC Post Guide Point to Raven III.
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I'm out of town visiting family until Monday/Tuesday. Obviously I have a bit of posting ability, but even more than the anemic holiday rate I'm not posting much right now.
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As is probably obvious by my lower-than-usual postings, the holiday season's a bit busy and distracting! On top of the general sense of "off-balance", I'll be traveling to see family this week, so it'll be a few days after the new year before I'm settled back down and can hopefully build up some better rhythms.
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Micah laughed at the rainy picnic scenario idea. "It's funny because you're right! I've actually done that, to boot. But as for you playing shoulder devil, no, please don't. That'll only hurt everyone, including you." He looked concerned for his friend at that though. Considering Pan's extremely narrative origins, that might be more literal than for some people, too. "You're right about him messing up, though. And...I mean, I don't mind you putting in a good word for me. Just don't...layer it on? Um." He was clearly thinking through his phrasing. "Don't do too much all at once of that kind of thing. Spread it out, just small bits here and there, yeah?"
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Micah stood there quietly for several moments as others around him encouraged him to be calm. The electrical storm across his body ceased, but as Leroy continued to be...Leroy, the young man's eyes narrowed, for just a second. *krakathoom* Thunder rolled overhead, one single large peal that faded. Slowly, the tension left Micah's shoulders as his gaze turned to Ben. "I was never worried about something destroying the planet, Ben. Just this room." He sat down and turned back to the table in front of him. He just stared down at the laptop and papers scattered there, though with the unfocused look in his eyes he might as well have been staring into the sky.
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I know this is technically a bit late, my apologies. Thunderbird Feelings and Other Sensitive Subjects: 3 IC Posts Tech Compliance: 2 IC Posts Judex Bedlam Burning: The Quiet Place: 2 IC Posts Guide Point to Raven III.
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Micah Roebuck was more of a mechanical guy than an animal guy. He had no real desire to go into biology, zoology, or really any of the -ogy sorts of studies. He had no innate desire to, like, hug a turtle or something. But he was also still at least a bit of a kid at heart, and zoos were pretty cool. He had a solid team group, and so he was looking forward to the trip. The energy and excitement of his fellow students had fed that, at least a bit. Which was why he was on the ball enough that when he leaned into the aisle and looked back toward where the surprise tentacle came from, that he just used super-speed to duck out of the way. He smiled as he lobbed a complaint forward. "Watch it, Sir Armsalot!" Yeah, Micah was definitely a bit more sassy than normal. And if you looked outside, the weather was great. The young weather controller stood and walked toward the front of the bus, hefting his small backpack back on as he did so. He waited by the door to help anyone out who needed it. Danica got a helping hand onto her Segway, but everyone else was looking pretty well on top of things. "I think that's an entirely reasonable thing, Danica. That's pretty cool! Did they lay out all the plans, or just the rough drafts and major ideas?"
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Ashley, the Headmistress, and perhaps Claude would be the first to notice Micah's reaction, because the first thing he did was go very still. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his knuckles went white. For those with an eye for body language and human behavior, his sudden stillness was a warning sign. Nick suddenly felt...it wasn't quite a shock, but it was a sensation similar to holding a set of hair trimmers that shook a bit too much, yet with more energy. It was likely a new sensation for the young energy manipulator, and thankfully it was in no way harmful. "No." Benico Wang would suddenly pick up a whiff of ozone. If he turned to look at Micah, his eyes would pick up the same thing that Nick would just barely be seeing, as well. Tiny, almost microscopic lightning bolts sparking over Micah's skin. Nick and Judy would hear the sudden song that Micah was singing in the electromagnetic spectrum. Electricity, ionization, picosecond-long bursts of trace x-ray radiation (barely upticking from the normal background on Earth). All of it singing a soft, frantic song of agitation. "No, Mister Ransom-Conte. I will not be so casually dismissed. Not when you are playing with one of the most fundamental, destructive forces in existence. This is not the environment to create a small black hole in. That you speak of it so casually shows your disregard for the safety of others. To what end, Mister Ransom-Conte? To show off for your lady love?" Micah's voice was calm, almost still. He spoke smoothly, without the choppy enunciation angry people sometimes produce. But those with an ear for such things knew this was the still air before a storm struck. "You even admit to failing at this sort of thing in the past, but you still wish to put us at risk? You don't get to blow me off about this, Leroy. I'm not some servant you can order around. Maybe go back to playing with your first toy before you make a new one?" Micah Roebuck smiled, and it did not reach his eyes.