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~Thank you.~ That was all that was needed in their mind-scape. Aleksander blinked several times as they awoke to the "normal" world, his hands reaching up to wipe away a couple of tears from the corners of his eyes. At Paige's offer, he stopped and pondered things a bit. "Maybe later. I think right now I need a bit more time, and so do they."
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Gabriel had eyed the circle in the room warily, still trying to adjust to the decidedly more magically-inclined world here. But Warlock seemed a good kid, so he wasn't really upset. And when Frost and Fleur showed up in a flash of fog and fire, well, that made it all better. He took a few steps forward smiling, then frowned as Stesha started stumbling. He wasn't fast enough to stop her from landing on the floor, but he was at least by her side to help her re-orient herself. "Hey, take it easy now. Deep breathes. Lord, it looks like you two got put through the ringer." He'd taken note of the almost-double of Comrade Frost, choosing to stay silent for the moment.
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Sun Walker blinked as Set looked at him and suggested investigation into the stars. That was all well and good, but Sun couldn't even fly! He decided to file the oddity away for later. When Set spoke to him more obviously, about fighting monsters, he gave a nod of respect in return. And then he fought back a sigh as Meatheral started a bit of a panic. "Good sir Set simply means we are all in similar lines of business, and that each of us in some way represents an attribute or quality he himself identifies strongly with. Is that not correct?" This question was directed at Set.
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~You're right, Missus Cline. Thank you.~ He was silent for a moment, then both hands came up and gestured at the wall of monitors. Instead of terrifying pictures, it was a collection of faces, faces of other children in a similar condition to Aleksander when Paige had first helped with his case several years ago. Beneath the faces were names, all based on deities, demigods, or monsters from various mythologies, roughly correlating (or not at all) to their area of origin. All of them dark and terrible names, really. A precious few faces had normal names attached as well. ~I don't ever want to forget them. I know you have a lot on your plate, but...could you promise to do your best not to forget them, either? They're out there in the world, living better lives now. I hope. One day I'd like to meet more of them, if I can. Share our hope and how we conquered this.~ He stood there, looking at those faces for a couple of minutes, before nodding and turning to Paige. ~I'm ready to wake up now, please.~
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Sun had expected an explosion. He had not expected the explosion they got; his eyes widened in shock and his furry brows nearly met his hairline as the shockwave began to race out, before he hunkered down on the sand. Then dust and sand obscured everything for several moments. When it began to clear, the furry martial artist was curled in a protective ball and several yards distant, looking naught but sandier than before as he slowly, cautiously peeked one eye out from behind a hand. When he saw that no immediate threat loomed, he gracefully uncurled even more, working his way to his feet and ambling over to the others, his posture a bit more easy-going than it had been during the fight. "I suppose that went well. Everyone here did a marvelous job."
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Alek shook his head. ~Not about him hurting me. Not even much about fear of him controlling me again. It's about guilt and pain over what he made me do to others.~ Other screens began showing similar scenes. It seemed that the next several years of Alek's life, Glaurung was one of several cruel trainers who forced the boys into more and more violent sparring matches, perhaps hoping to craft a "perfect warrior" out of the process. ~And I know he'll be stopped if he ever shows himself again. I'll stop him myself. He was afraid of my potential when I was a beaten and brainwashed 10-year-old boy. Now I'm something so much more.~ There was a barely-controlled edge to his mental voice there, something Paige perhaps would want to help him curb. But it wasn't wild or out of control, not really; mostly it was just the raw pain of a young man who'd been through too much. At the mention of shields, he gave a sharp nod. ~Yes, please.~
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...aldkjfladkjflakjsdf For some reason I thought this was an Init roll. Instead of Notice: 14. Not that it matters...
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"Indeed. And it seems like you and your companions are doing a very fine job of defending this city and planet, Warlock. All of you should be proud of what you do." Gabriel was passively taking in the runes and symbols as well, mostly out of curiosity. Now that the excitement of battle had settled down and the questions of time travel were mostly fixed, he was happy to just take in the sights and learn a bit about the local heroes and the differences from their own world. He couldn't help but smile a bit at Tiamat's eagerness. While he wasn't that battle-thirsty himself, fighting such horrific, corrupting influences as the Anopheles tended to get his blood pumping a bit. "Look at it this way, Tiamat. Thanks to the rest of us holding the line against the creatures we fought, Fleur de Joie and Comrade Frost were able to wipe all of them out in one strategic blow. I think you can at least partially count the eliminated pests on your tally, if you care to." His tone was mostly teasing, but he didn't seem broken up about the erasure of all the corrupted bugs.
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"No, not really. Better to say it was like riding in a submarine, but in the sky. Similar setup of enclosed space, pressurized environment, etc." Aleksander shrugged a bit at the whole conversation, but continued merrily. "One of our classes actually covered alternative motive potentials in atypical environments. People whose flight doesn't rely on specifically using air, whether it's wings, or air control, or open-air jet engines, or whatnot, can usually get at least somewhat effective underwater movement. But since the power isn't optimized for that environment the performance is notably impacted, and their maneuverability suffers." A very complicated way of saying "it sometimes works but not that well". He glanced around at the lobby for a moment. "And yeah, I could eat."
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There was a faint sound not unlike a thunderclap that suddenly echoed across the sky, and then those standing around near the pile of wood could look up into the sky and see a blue streak of fire approaching at no small amount of speed. But then, this improbably-colored meteor began to slow down, the fire diminishing and then disappearing, until it was clear (after the "meteor" moved much closer) that it was a man-shaped object. With a heavy *THUMP*, Cobalt Templar landed in a crouch in his enlarged construct armor. For several moments, he simply stayed put, the construct's shoulders moving as if he was breathing heavily. Then again, he'd just hauled that needle into space and flown toward the Sun, before throwing it in. That would wear just about anyone out! Slowly, the robotic form stood up, and then dissolved in motes and sparks of blue light that floated out over the crowd. Cape flapping in the breeze, armor plates gleaming, Cobalt Templar stood there and gave the crowd a wave and a smile. "Hey folks! Merry Christmas! Just taking out the trash." He wasn't quite Edge, but Templar had his own folksy charm to him, something that at least gave him a slightly "exotic" air (such as it might be) to long-time Coastal residents. He looked around at the cold people, and then at the pile of wood. "Guess it is a mite chilly out. Let me help y'all out!" He's definitely playing the crowd. He flourishes one hand, and a small sphere of flame shoots out to strike the pile of wood, the blue quickly giving way to more natural red, yellow, and orange flames that start to take across the impromptu bonfire. A couple more spheres really get the whole thing going. Meanwhile, CT turns to the crowd with a grin. "How about we get some S'mores going out here, huh?"
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It seems like L2B is AWOL. We are probably safe assuming the day was saved, I guess.
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Let me know if you want me to make any rolls for the IC plan. Also I'll edit the post to account for it being 1 bulb and not 2. -
In the distraction of people coming and going, Nevermore had moved to a corner of the room, his presence somehow shrinking despite his posture not changing much. His shoulders might be a bit more slumped, though. "Supposed to just be training. There was a mix-up. And..." He shook his head. "I'm Nevermore. It's nice to meet you. Maybe we should give it another couple of minutes, see if anyone else shows up, then decide what we want to do. Then we can leave a note for anyone who wants to join in after we start."
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~Thank you. It...it helps. Looking with someone else.~ His free hand reached up and gestured at the rack of monitors. The hissing shadows receded, just a bit, and the first monitor started to flicker to life. ~These hurt worse because they aren't just about what was done to me. But about what I was forced to do.~ With that ominous statement the playback began. Even removed as she was, Paige could feel the echoes of "Glaurung" and his psychic power. It seemed a subtler thing than most, centering more on suggestions and commands rather than explicit control. But it was clear he still left an impression on Alek; the youth had grit his teeth as the memory ended, and another monitor flashed to life. The memory playback stopped there, Alek's eyes unfocused. ~Agni was unconscious for three days, and it took him a month to recover.~ He shuddered. ~Nobody's found Glaurung yet. He's still out there.~
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Nevermore efficiently hooked his palmtop to the foreign system, and began inputting some basic commands. He had a couple of simple pre-made scripts he used sometimes for such situations, but he was confident he didn't even need those. He started working at the "back end" of the system....and somehow managed to trip a silent alarm on the system. "Tsk. Sloppy." His remark was whispered to himself as he shook his head. He quickly unhooked from the monitor system and moved to the only light bulb in the room. With practiced ease he reached up and twisted the bulb so that it was far enough out that a flip of the light switch wouldn't activate the bulb, but still just in enough it wouldn't fall. Then, with the gloomy shadows of the room still showing as bright as day, he slipped over to one of the crates, hiding behind it and watching the inner entryway with practiced care and patience.
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Um just FYI Sun Wlaker does not have a staff. He was fighting unarmed. Or in Samurai Jack terms: "No weapon, just punch good!"
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Aaahhh. Okay, it wasn't clear before there were only 2 physical screens and/or no obvious controls. Gonna hack me some magic computer boxes: 15. Ugh this boy needs some skill points. -
~Melissa seems to think so too.~ Naming his adoptive mother rather than just calling her "mom" could have been a defense mechanism; certainly Alek had been far too young when taken to really remember Maral Nakani. But the young crime-fighter was formal enough at times it might just be how he spoke with her. He inhaled, slow but deep, as he felt her enter his mind. At first, the images and thoughts and feelings were fast and jumbled. Then, slowly, with noticeable effort, they began to slow down and move, hauling themselves into something that resembled some sort of order. The beginnings of a system. It was clear that imposing that kind of order on his mind was still a mostly-conscious effort for the young man, but the beginnings of an iron-clad crusader-vigilante was nonetheless there. At first, the now-visible images were those of normal activities with the Barbeaus. Then slightly blurry images that seemed to be Alek training with someone, learning, growing, preparing. The only pain there was the burn of muscles, the sting of a hit during a spar; the sort of pain anyone with a work ethic actually rather enjoyed. Then there were brief glimpses of friends and co-students, with various emotions laced with them. A few quick glimpses of various girls, both from around campus and in pop culture, with what might be considered attraction or crushes, tinged with embarrassment. Then, suddenly, it was like they (for now Alek "stood" there as well) were standing in front of a locked hallway. It wasn't welded shut in a way that suggested denial or unhealthy "sectioning"; rather, it was Alek's attempts to contain the memories and pain and emotions, at least the ones that hurt the most. The way the whole structure (as much as anything here was a "structure") seemed fragile and rickety suggested this work wasn't perfect yet. Alek reached up and silently unlocked the deadbolt on the door before slowly opening it, a slight tremble showing in his hand, and his breathing speeding up a bit. ~In here. I'll...I'll show you.~ They moved past a multitude of memories whose pain was reduced to a dull ache that only flared up occasionally, until they hit the back of the hallway. This was where the worst pains and memories prowled, the images (which by this point were library card catalogue units with televisions mounted in front) sheathed in writhing shadows that seemed to emit occasional hisses. ~It's...this isn't going to be nice. I know you're experienced and stuff, but...it's not good.~ He was clearly trying to protect her, however misplaced the sentiment. Though Paige knew it wouldn't have mattered the age or gender of the person with him; to Alek, this pain should be something that was only his.
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Alek nodded as Paige finished the quote, his smile fading away. "Might be from fiction, but I've really grabbed onto those words. It's helped. Other things have too. But they're not usually as fun to quote." He closed his eyes and shivered a bit at the soothing psychic touch, but it was clear it was the shiver of a cold boy having a blanket placed around his shoulders. "You know what the worst part is, at least sometimes? It isn't what happened to me. It's the other boys. What they did to them. What they had us do to each other. Probably partly why I do what I do now." He looked down at her extended hands. For a few terribly long moments, it seemed like he wasn't going to move. But then, with almost agonizing slowness, he began to uncurl. As he did, he spoke. "Boss Lady says not to trust quick-fix magic most of the time anyways. Always a catch." Finally, his hands were hovering a couple of inches above hers. He was hesitant, and afraid... "Let's do this." With those soft words, his hands lowered to meet Paige's.
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"No. I...I have to do this. This isn't just about pain, it's about fear. Memories and thoughts hurt, but part of me is afraid. Not just of the pain. Of what I was. What they wanted me to be. They used pain and fear. A lot. Tried to break us. Mold us." His legs are tucked up against his chest now, and his eyes are seeing things not in the room, or even the present day. Paige can hear faint echoes of cries of pain and sadness. The voices are far from grown-up. "Only getting nightmares a few times a month now, and not as intense. But...I want the nightmares to go away. Or at least...I want to get to where I'm not afraid of the nightmares any more. I'll never be totally fearless; Boss Lady says that's a stupid goal anyways. I need to master my fear." Suddenly, he smiled very slightly, though his gaze was still unfocused. "Fear is the mind-killer..."
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Gabriel knew he was going to have a headache when this was all done just from trying to wrap his head around the time situation. The answer would be coffee. Lots of coffee. Probably with some Bailey's in there. Outwardly, he showed none of his hopeless frustration, and just kept up his friendly, charming, calming smile. He knew how intimidating the bees were, and Tiamat definitely had a certain presence to her august personage. So he made sure his spear was stowed away for the time being as he took a step forward and kept his body language and hand motions open and peaceful. "Meeting up with them would be good, but could you clarify what you mean? Are they coming here via time travel, or something else? And how do you know all about what's going on with this?" Nothing in his voice is accusatory; he's just inquisitive, trying to know and understand more. He begins floating in the air. "How about you fill us in a bit more on the way over to the...Invisible Pyramid, was it?"
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ooc Tales From The FCPD: Dirty Money (OOC)
KnightDisciple replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Do the cameras show rooms besides the living room and that bedroom? Other guard positions and routes, that sort of thing? -
Nevermore stood there, a palpable air of confusion about his person. Slowly he turned to look at Glamazon, his tone showing not only his lack of understanding, but maybe even frustration and...hurt feelings? "What did I say wrong?" He seems genuinely unsure of himself. He obviously hadn't expected everyone to just bow to his whims and opinions, but the terribly moody responses and stormings-out had left him baffled.
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AA, you want me to wait a bit more before bringing CT back, or should we be good there?
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Alek seemed to sit and ponder her words for a bit, his mind closing down even more to even her fringe senses, his posture tightening up just a bit. He started glancing anywhere but at her. It took almost a minute before he closed his eyes, took five deep breathes, and seemed to at least mentally relax ever-so-slightly, turning to look at her again. "I...yes. Had thought this was...behind me. Wanted to forget. Put it away. But meeting...it's not your fault, Missus Cline. But it's like preparing for someone to...probe an old wound. You think it should be healed and done. And you don't ever want to touch it again."