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Jen touched the ignition button after closing the door, thankful for the feature since the mild surprise of Kristin's question might have caused her to accidentally snap a normal key. Leaning back, she ran a hand through her hair before looking over at Kristin and after a brief hesitation asked, stomach performing nervous cartwheels, "Would that be a problem? I mean, I had considered the other night one until the explosions and the interior property damage." The African-American woman let the car idle, the sound of rain beating lightly on the windows the only sound in the vehicle.

October 7th 5:00pm As rain fell in a light shower, a snow white Mercedes-Benz pulled into an empty parking space in the visitor's parking lot, windshield wipers drumming a slow beat before halt as the ignition is cut. The driver pushed the door up as the gull-wing door unlatched opened and a young woman in pair of worn blue jeans and an light pink sweater stepped out before making her way briskly towards the dorm Kristin had told her to head for, oddly enough a couple floors away from the one her little brother was on. While waiting for the Australian Jennifer sat in a chair off to the side of the common room. She marveled at the students and their wide variety of meta-human powers as they rushed about on homework or setting up Halloween decorations. Man, every time I look around this school I wish the accident that gave me my powers had come a few years earlier, she thought.

Silver had to resist the urge to quirk an eyebrow, mostly because her mask would have hidden the gesture. Instead, she quickly raised her arms and took aim, "Well, that doesn't make you sound like a homicidal maniac at all. How 'bout we put you into a nice little web-straight jacket until the men in little white coats get here," she said in the kind of voice reserved for dealing with rabid animals and angry in-laws. Of course, if she had been intending to garner his rage, she certainly had it. He turned to sneer at her and in doing so saw the blobs of webbing headed his way just in time to deftly dodge over them where they impacted harmlessly into a stack of pallets.

1d20+8=22 Well nuts, miss.

For the next several minutes, the pair watched the police gather up the Order of Iscariot thieves and load them into the back of squad cars while Jen made an uncomfortable call to Nathan and another to the Cape & Cowl to cancel their table. A few times while sitting on the ledge their hands bumped against each other and each time, Jen felt like she was back in junior high school again, asking a boy to the dance. Finally, with the scene contained and the reporters gone, their limo pulled up into an empty parking spot. Helping Kristin back to her feet and then holding onto the girl as she lowered them back to earth she couldn't help but smirk under her mask. After a mildly awkward conversation with their driver, the pair were able to get dressed again while heading for a little Chinese takeout place she knew. As they talked and joked over tasty food on the way back to Claremont she thought to herself Not exactly how I had hoped tonight would go but, It'll do.

Leaping out from the shadows created by Voltage's improvised light source, a man wearing a black suit of sleek body armor complete with a helmet that obscured half of his face screamed, "You bet I am!" He then threw a small round metal object at Voltage, which exploded on contact. When the superhero remained standing, albeit in midair, through the dispersing cloud of smoke and fire, the visible portion of the thief's face twisted into a scowl. "Stupid bombs. I'm going to kill the guy... oh wait, I already killed the guy who made these," he said before bursting into maniacal laughter.

1d20+13=22 Need a DC 22 toughness from Volt.

Silver nodded in reluctant agreement, she turned her attention back to the priest. "There's one guy currently cocooned upstairs, you can't miss him. His binding is going to end up dissolving in an hour or so, like the rest of the webbing strands around here." Leading the way out the door with Glow next to her, Silver slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close to avoid dropping the younger girl. "Hold on tight," was all she said before weblining them up into the skyline. As they swung through the sky, Jennifer's stomach filled with a sudden swarm of butterflies at holding Kristin so close. Landing on a nearby building with a decent view of the cathedral, she let go of the other heroine, the warmth of her touch fading slowly. "Staking out a church, not exactly how I'd hope to spend the night. Stupid religious extremists...," she muttered.

"Oh, don't worry Glow, the police should be here any second. Large explosions in Midtown don't really go unreported. And, even if they did, I took the liberty of calling for emergency response on the way in." And true enough, the chorus of sirens from the various first responders was rolling towards the building. The priest's eyes went up, not in any sort of alarm but at the arachnid themed girl's forethought. "Very good, you've saved me a phone call. Rest assured, my brothers in arms shall not allow these artifacts to fall into the wrong hands." Silver put a hand on Glow's shoulder and leaned in to whisper, "Getting back into the car is going to be a lot more difficult with a bunch of cops around. We should make our hasty retreat."

Silver Spider had almost reached the front of the store when she saw the wake of Towers running back into the store. In a flash, she reversed direction, catching up only after he had grabbed Jack's camera and gotten himself attached to the unpleasant paparazzo. When Glow's semi-transparent green barrier slam into place, she took the opportunity of the egocentric drug addict not dragging the photographer around the store to let loose a stream of silvery webbing, tangling the younger man's legs and arms and locking him to the floor.

The old priest looked at Glow and gave her a warm smile, "My name is Father O'Riley, child. It is my duty, appointed by Pope John Paul the Second himself, to guard these artifacts until such time as a suitable bearer is found." He pulled one of the gauntlet off a mildly arthritic looking hand, setting it next to the helm. "As for the Order of Iscariot, they're a group of former priests and bishops who wish to see the Church replace, well, you folks as the defenders of humanity." Setting the second gauntlet next to the first he sighed, "They believe superhumans are a mix of Satan's soldiers and subjects of idolatry. Their methods for trying to reach their fellow man's hearts and minds however are unfortunately not much better those of terrorists. They've broken into dozens of our strongholds throughout Europe; taking ancient texts, priceless artifacts and symbols of faith, they even stole the Holy Grail." After a moment to catch his breath, the old priest gathered his discarded gear and rose. "Others of my own order will be here within moments. It might be for the best if you young ladies weren't when they arrived," he said gently.

Here comes a new Challenger! 1d20+8=15 And he goes after Voltage.

Looking up from where he lay, stuck in his webbing straight jacket, the captured thug met Voltage's glare. His voice was deep, resonating, and lacking even a hint of intimidation. "Kid, you have no idea what kind of pain you just signed yourself up for." Silver Spider sat in a crouch, hanging upside down from the rafters, securing the other tough to the floor in case he was faking the thoroughness of his defeat. She was going to ask what he was going to do, trapped like a fly in her webs when the rolling door back by the loading area was slammed upwards so hard it crumpled in it's track. After that, there was only silence in the warehouse until the still conscious thug starting chuckling. "No idea," he repeated darkly.

Webs from above! 1d20+8=10. Uh, no. Spending an HP for a reroll. 1d20+8=15+10=25. He gets a DC 18 reflex to avoid being entangled/bound.

Wisp set her bag down in the writing desk's chair, "Not before today, no. It is, well, was one of my fantasies. I grew up neck deep in science fiction and fantasy stuff; movies, tv shows, novels, comic books. And now to earn a living, when not beating up criminals and puppets of would-be world destroying things named Gorgon, I sometimes get to draw space battles." Watching the copyright infringing envirosuit finish being created on the spot, the white haired girl nodded, "Must come in handy. Reminds me of the replicators from Star Trek..." Picking up the finished suit she turned to the identical beds, "So, which one's yours?"

Noticing the view, the teen's jaw almost dropped. She suddenly felt like one of the characters in her science fiction novels. Taking a calming breath she stepped back from the observation window and noted what Dimitri was saying. Wisp smirked as the Lor and ex-Soviet, not wanting to get into another discussion of Warsaw vs NATO. The white haired teleporter followed along, "I'm not as picky. That said, if you've got a way to fabricate things from scratch up here and if it wouldn't be a bother, I have a few ideas..." She pulled out her tablet and once it had booted up, she flipped through some pictures of various sci-fi armors, one of them painted to look like a Star Trek: Voyager-era starfleet uniform.

1d20+6=23 He does surprisingly well, but still down.

Moving through the hall along the ceiling as quietly as she could, it was easy for Silver Spider to hear the commotion caused by the brief altercation between Starlight and the last OVERTHROW foot soldier before the light coming from around the corner nearly blinded her. Blinking the spots from her eyes she let fly a line of webbing to grab onto the far wall and while focusing on her graviton field, was able to yank herself to the corner. Landing in an easy crouch, she scanned the crowd of people starting to pour out of the lunch room before spotting Starlight. Moving up to stand near the golden clad woman "Starlight, good to see you again." Turning to the crowd, she called out, "Please remain where you are and stay calm. As far as I can tell, most of the threats within the building have been neutralized but until the men with heavier weapons outside have been disarmed, it is too dangerous to try and make a break for it." Reaching to her ear to tap the communication device she wore she radioed out to the police, "Hostages reached and the guards are down. Can I get a sit-rep of the outside?"

1d20+10=27 Yeah, she does.

If I'm recalling, the books just multiply the move rate by ten so while she can cover 100mph, she can fly 1,000 feet in a round. A double move for 2,000, and an all-out would have her going 4,000fpr.

Relaxing from her defensive stance, Silver Spider eyed her companion before saying, "At least he has it sheathed, unlike those guys who tried to puncture and char-broil us." The old priest looked over the invaders before leaning the sword against a still intact pew to remove the helmet, "Likely they were after St George's sword and armor. If these men and women are who I think they are, such brute force tactics are rare. Being stopped is rarer still. Once the Order of Iscariot sets its sights on an artifact, it usually ends up in their clutches sooner or later."

"Thanks. Nice throw back there, I just don't get to see human bowling balls very often," she said, voice conveying her smirk through the mask. While bumping knuckles with Glow, Silver Spider surveyed the damage the short fight had wrought upon the cathedral. Broken pews and chunks of stonework littered the floor mixed with the splinters of the blasted in front doors and topping this birthday cake of debris and collateral damage were strands of her own silver webbing. Before she could say anything about it though, one of the runners came sailing backwards through the door he had escaped through. As he landed unceremoniously and skidded to a stop against the rubble, an older looking man in more traditional priest's garb stepped through the door. He was dressed in medieval plate and carried a sheathed broadsword in one hand. "Do I have you to thank for halting these interlopers?" he asked, his voice quiet in the vast chamber but containing a strength that belied his age.

"Okay," Wisp said as she opened her eyes and walked between Elias and Blodeuwedd, taking one their hands in each hand. "Heraldo, grab Blode's other hand. The three of you are going to be one the heavier collection of passengers, no offense but my 'cargo capacity' isn't terribly much compared to my usual lifting ability." Once everyone was holding hands the white haired teleporter took one last deep breath, focusing on Claremont's cafeteria. A place she knew fairly well give how many calories she burned training with the rest of the Irregulars for the past year or so. Seconds later, the rooftop was empty of any evidence of their presence except a quickly dispersing cloud of smoke. Half a heartbeat later, the collection of teens stood in front of the school's cafeteria, two-toned smoke seeming to roll off their bodies before being carried away by the wind.

1d20+10=19 1d20+9=17 and he's down.

After hearing Glow's call, Silver Spider did not need to be given a second invitation. Taking a brief sprint she ran forward, hopping across some ruble before unleashing a line of webbing several feet directly above where the last man standing was being pinned between the green aura and the wall. Silver swung downward, feet first like a human spike when she impacted into his stomach. The force of her swinging kick driving the wind from his lungs and placing a look nausea on his once confident face as she again rolled back. She raised her fists as if he had a chance of breaking free.