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Hannah stared at the neckline and imagined it on herself. It'd be nice looking, bold, daring. Not at all like her usual outfits. Yet it was her usual outfits she was trying to avoid. Escaping the usual quiet, shy girl problems she'd been dealing with her whole life. So she took the outfit, and headed to try it on. She gazed at herself in the mirror in the dressing room. It did not look like her. It was a nice purple, not too bold in color, but it hugged her figure in ways that made her a little uncomfortable. Not unflattering just, not her. She'd need makeup, which she was used to using, at least more so than Cathy or Robin at any rate. She stepped out of the dressing room and offered a meek smile. "Um...well?" she said, forcing herself to drop her hands to her sides and pose a bit. She wasn't quite comfortable, but she could manage.
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Hannah knew better than to be scared, she was a good student, after all. Studious, quiet. Maybe a bit too quiet, but this wasn't a counselor or anything. But, she she was nervous anyway. Anything that had the potential to turn into a personal confrontation made her nervous. When she arrived and saw Robin and Winifred there, she felt a little better. She slipped into the farthest seat she possibly could. She folded her hands, lowered her head, and just stayed quiet. She heard Winifred and Robin talk to the other girl, but she didn't look up.
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I'm good for it, if you can handle the load
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Hannah thought for a moment. "Well, we could ask one of the salespeople to fit you, or you could find something you like and grab a couple sizes. Ask one of the people at the changing room to let you in. See what fits best, and keep that size in mind." She headed for the tops and looked them over. Many of them looked cute, but she fretted over how much skin, or how tight, or...she shook her head. No, she was going to try to look good, at least as good as she could manage. Something that would suit her skin and hair, something purple. She set to looking.
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Hannah realized that Cathy might not have enough money to spend. She understood, what with six kids in her family. She was lucky she had the card. So she turned to Cathy and smiled. "If you see something you like, I can help." She said. She wanted her friends to have fun, and didn't want Cathy to feel left out. She looked to the other girls. "I've never quite been in a mall this big before. This should be fun." She noticed it was remarkably easier to talk around them than, well, everyone else at Claremont. Probably because they worked together to stop poor Winifred. She'd meant to ask how she was doing, but she didn't want to pry.
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Hannah had spent her entire life pretending to be okay when she was scared, or nervous, so she applied the same pleasant, neutral expression that she did in any other stressful, tense situation. It was a defense mechanism. However, she was here to help. She felt that if she was going to be a superhero, she needed to help in more than one way. So she did what she usually did, she listened, and she followed directions. It kept her out of trouble most of the time, because people just didn't notice her often.
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Depending on how many people you have, Grim has Crimson Tiger as a tenant. She's sneaky, could be devious
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"I can fly." Hannah said with a shrug. "I can also make constructs if anyone wants to ride one." She considered what sort of construct that might be, before adding. "It would be nice to be able to drive." She reflected. She decided to stay quiet as usual so she could better listen for people who might catch them. Especially once they were clear. She really hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble for this. She was glad, also, for the cash card her parents had given her before she came. They'd told her to spend it on whatever she might need at school, and she'd already bought tons of school supplies. She could justify a cute new outfit...to herself, at least.
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Crimson Tiger, aka Mali, is a Claremont graduate and an expert martial artist, she would be happy to return to school to lend some help to the students. She can tutor in hand-to-hand combat training, stealth, or just generally teach them the ins and outs of the basics.
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Hannah made a snap decision. It was time to be bold, even when she didn't quite feel it. She tossed her bookbag gently into the room and nodded. "Ready to go." She whispered in a conspiratorial tone. She was nervous, of course, as she always was, but it was important to experience new things. She'd spent so much of her life isolated that now she had a chance to live and have friends. A trip to the mall, then a party. This would be an adventure.
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Hannah walked by just as she heard the conversation. As quiet as they were, she picked up the basics. In truth, she was only coming back from a study session. She turned to the girls at the door and blinked. "What's going on?" She asked innocently, quietly. She knew their conspiratorial tones meant something, if not bad, possibly at least against the rules. She didn't want to get caught if they were breaking the rules, and she really didn't want them to get caught unless it was really bad.
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GRADUATED BY HGM Edits for Crimson Tiger; Spending only 6 PP, but also doing some substantial flavor edits. Please adjust her age to 20, she hasn't been 16 in a while now. Delete the second and third paragraphs of her description and replace them with the following; Add the following text to her history; Complications Mechanics Add +2 to her Dexterity, Intelligence and Wisdom scores. This will increase the relevant skills and saves by +1 each
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Basic Character Slots PL10 GraftPL10 PrismPL7 Crimson TigerVeteran Rewards: 1 of 2 spent PL8 Solar SentinelWell, it would appear, I'm back, Crimson Tiger 3 posts Back in Black 3 posts Prism 28 posts Preparations and Concerns 5 posts New Shipments 6 posts Unstill Life 13 posts No Place Like Home 4 posts Solar Sentinel 5 posts Stolen Valor Part 1 5 posts
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Hannah smiled in earnest. "We're all a little weird in our own way, but the school celebrates that, and helps us learn how to use what we have." Then she cringed slightly. That sounded about the cheesiest thing she'd ever said. She needed to stop doing that. "Plus they're going to help me figure out how to do more with what I can do. It's more than just buckets." She didn't say what she was thinking, which was; "If you go to the school, you won't feel as odd and you'll learn to control the monster" but that seemed insensitive.
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Henry passed the bottle over and handed her a shot glass he'd been holding. "If you want it, I'm happy to share a drink with a sailor." He said. "That's well aged bourbon there." He shrugged. "I keep myself busy. Don't really patrol the way some folks do, more just fly around looking for trouble to stop. Sometimes on quiet nights I go visit the moon or one of the planets and just stare at it. Remind myself what I'm here for. I'm still here and I can still fight. This right here?" He motioned to the city below them. "That's as good a reason to wake up in the morning as any, to keep 'er safe."
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Hannah had more or less aimlessly wandered away from where the students were, and had accidentally arrived where they were now. Upon hearing about the roommate discussion, she realized it might be a good idea to get back involved. The students that remained were all in her class, and the argument must have gotten settled. So, quietly, wordlessly, she walked back up. "Um, Hannah Cooper, new student." She said, loudly enough for Whoop-Ant to hear, if barely.
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Solar Sentinel is being worked for an edit submission, and he's got flight, super strength and energy blasts. Not sure how well he fits what you're missing, though.
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"A toast, sounds good." Henry said, glad the situation was defusing. "I have some fine aged whiskey at home, I'll go grab a bottle." He said, following them out. He seemingly vanished into a burst of azure light, a blue contrail the only sign that he hadn't simply teleported away. He returned only a few seconds later, carrying a dusty bottle of whiskey. "Nine years old, bought ten bottles over the first few months after I got back to Earth. Every Armistice Day, I pop one of those bottles and have a drink on the rocks in honor of the soldiers I didn't get to take for drinks when we came home. Join me in honoring your fallen allies?"
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"He's right, if she's as good as she seems to be, this was probably a set-up. She looks like the type to work alone. Let's go looking for the real thieves. Just in case." She shrugged. "But hey, arrest her, sure that'll bring back whatever she didn't steal. Doesn't look like the type that'll talk, or stay arrested for long." "With that said, I suppose we need leads. Anyone?" Jack was someone familiar, a veteran of crime fighting by reputation. Bombshell, not so much, probably fairly trustworthy. She knew who Grim and Shrike were, her landlady and her assistant. That meant she could probably trust this Bombshell person at least enough to work with her.
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Henry shook his head. "Can't be helped. I read the history after I got back. Too many hands in the candy dish, too many problems. Depression hit like a train and tore the world apart, then things got worse. We were fools to think we fought the last one. We fixed it with stitching but the seams weren't right, and it didn't take long for it to all break open." "I had my eyes opened, universe is so much bigger'n what we thought it was." A bit of his old accent leaked through. "Everything is beautiful and strange. But today ain't about me, it's about you folks, and the good you did tryin' to stop the world from coming apart. Way I see it, it's still here. That's what counts."
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Henry overheard them, all of them came from a time not unlike his own, survivors of a far away, long ago time. Someone he could perhaps talk to, relate to. He walked over. "Apologies for eavesdropping, but I heard that you are veterans. Solar Sentinel." He said nodding to introduce himself. "I served in the army during WWI, fought in the AEF. I was off planet from 1922 until 2010. Fighting another war." he'd heard of Torpedo Lass since her return and nodded. "It's a strange thing, isn't it, to return to a world that's like and not like your own." He still struggled to speak normally to people, especially in costume. Though he suspected this crowd might be easier to do so with.
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Henry Mason was the last of his kind. The last surviving veteran of the first world war, as far as he knew. All of those he'd served along side and fought against had long passed from the world. The last of them faded from life a few short years before he returned to Earth. He had missed the second world war entirely, and would have been too old to serve anyway. He had learned much of the Allies of Freedom since his return to Earth, and felt a strange sort of kinship with them. If he had returned to Earth sooner, they may have been comrades. He may have found himself pulled into another war, alongside superhumans much like him. However, that was history. Now he was in costume, walking solemnly through the halls. As solemnly as a blue and gold costume would permit, admittedly, but he did often state that he was a veteran, just never of which war.
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Hannah sat down, grateful that they were helping this poor girl out. She reflected that though the girls were rough and a bit uncouth, they were still trying to be good people and help the poor girl. She wondered if any of those other girls would be doing this, the way these girls were. Reassuring her, giving her food and water, comforting her... "They will try to help you. I mean, I'm a pretty regular girl from this time period, but I know that there are all sorts of people in this city, someone will help you. I know it must be hard."
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Solar Sentinel would probably go to a museum exhibit. Not from WWII, but he is an oldie.