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Vector's punching the cow again! Again, she's trying for the udder but she'll jump and punch anywhere she can. 1d20+8=19

Haukea nodded, walking into the room, looking around curiously. And with a hint of awe, to be honest. After all, how many people would get to run through a simulation here? On the other hand, Haukea knew she needed to focus. She was being tested, after all. The teenager took a few deep breaths, then gave the window a double thumbs-up, smiling. "Ready."

Ah, okay. :)

Haukea nodded. "All right." She headed into the restroom, taking a few moments to relieve herself, then came back out. "Ah- what would I know about the situation going in? Or will that be a part of the scenario?" Inwardly, Haukea was almost- but not quite- jittery in anticipation. She figured she might have to go through something like this- Templar'd be a fool if he had just given her a ring, after all- but to actually have to go through with it was... something else. He's given me this opportunity, so let's not stuff it up, hmm?

Vector staggered as the edge of the blast caught her. Ow... so, now we know why Fleur said not to get in eyesight of it. She groaned, shaking off the aftereffects. Instead of dazing her, the Auroch instead managed to annoy the young superhero, as she glared upwards, catching sight of the giant udder. ...weak spot. Let's find out what happens if I hit it hard... She jumped over Gaian's wall, bracing against it then pushing off, altering the forces involved so that, instead of simply jumping a few feet, Vector soared towards the beast's belly... Where she delivered a punch at full force right to its weak spot.

Haukea chuckled as they walked. "My parents said the same, in about as many words." She smiled. "Like I said to dad, I'm sure. This might be an unexpected calling... but it's one I intend to answer. All right... I suppose you'll be testing how I react in an actual super-villain attack, then?"

Vector spends an HP, then jumps up and tries to hit it in the udder! With a to hit result of 24!

Vector nodded, pulling on the protective gloves. "Okay, here goes..." She took hold of the wire, pulling it carefully away from the backup. "See if you can get the backup working, Synth..."

Catherine blinked as the meeting was attacked, and started to move into a ready stance, when she remembered that a) her costume wasn't on, and there was no possible way for her to act without publicly revealing that she was Vector. She paused. Thought. And made a decision. ...if they start going after the bystanders, I'll act, but otherwise, I need to just watch and wait, even if I'd love to help take them down...

Haukea nodded, taking the card and sitting there for a few moments after Cobalt Templar left the room, processing how far beyond her intentions the meeting had actually gone. Then, she stood up, walking out of the library and to the subway, before catching the train home. She needed to talk to mom and dad... A talk that went well into the night, her parents... discussing with her the events of the afternoon. To her relief, neither tried to make the decision for her- although late that night, dad told her that that was mostly because he thought she understood the ramifications of her choice. The decision made, Haukea went to bed. The next morning, Haukea got up early, a bit jittery with nervousness, but managing to get through her morning routine just fine... Then she called the number on the card.

Haukea blinks. Then answers, again without hesitation, smiling gently. "Protector. I'd be much more suited to protecting people than being on the front lines."

I assume you want a Search roll, so... 1d20+4=17 ...except I added the wrong modifier, it should be intelligence, which means the result should be 19. Do you want to use that, Thaumo?

Vector winced as she saw the generator. "Oh, this isn't good... don't touch the generator, Synth, it's probably live with current. We need to find some rubber gloves so we can be insulated from the current, unless you've got an immunity to electrical shocks..." She swept her flashlight slowly across the room, trying to spot if any rubber gloves were present- after all, there was the possibility that someone had stored electrical protection near the electrical equipment.

And Haukea met his eyes, her own expression confident and without any hesitation. "Yes, I would."

Haukea's forehead furrowed in thought, the young teenager considering for half a second. Before she looked up, her voice confident. "You mean the Terminus, right? ...mom and dad've told me about when the Invasion happened. If I can help protect people against that... yeah. Yeah, I'd take up the burden if it were offered."

Haukea nodded, and was about to speak when Cobalt asked his question. And as he asked, the young teenager's jaw dropped a little in surprise. After several seconds of stunned silence, she spoke again. "Um… actually, no. Let me just figure out how to put this, Mr. Templar… I wouldn't turn it down if it was offered or I found it, but I really didn't go into this with the intention of getting a ring." She paused for a moment. "If you think it'd be a good idea to try, though, I wouldn't refuse."

"Still, more people couldn't hurt, right? And yeah, I know they're not sentient or anything, but they were still made for a reason, and ignoring that, calling them 'just tools' is probably how a lot of the people who use them for selfish ends view them." Haukea still spoke with a quiet intensity. "And again, I get that there are a lot of heroes in this city, this world. But..." She paused, trying to find the right words. "More people willing to use their abilities responsibly and protect people who can't protect themselves is always a good thing. At least in my opinion..."

Haukea blinked at his response. "Sure, they're a temptation, I get that, but... surely there'd be people you could trust to use them to protect others? Teach them how to use the rings- okay, maybe you don't have time for that, but there's got to be someone- and make sure they know why to use them as well, protect the innocent instead of... just using them for their own ends. It's just... the rings deserve more respect than to just be locked away in a vault gathering dust." She looked up to meet his eyes, her quiet but strong will coming through beneath the slight awkwardishness he would have seen when first entering the room. "And more than to be held by selfish people. I... maybe you could set up some methodology of searching for suitable people to hold them. I get that it's not simple, but... Is anything worth doing simple?"

Haukea blushed, both at the compliment and... well, a bit of embarrassment, which went away fairly quickly as she started talking, focusing on the words instead of who she was talking to. Always helped when she did that. "I find something interesting, and I try to find out more. And yeah, I can get a... bit focused on finding stuff out. ...make that VERY focused. But I spend a lot of time reading and researching stuff anyway. And... yeah, they were interesting. Partially because of the difference in purpose and how a lot of their wielders used them. I mean, they could be used for so much good and they've been wasted far too much." A quiet tone entered her voice. "It's... good that at least once of them's being used for the right reason. And plus, moving to Freedom City, might as well find out a bit on the people I'd be seeing flying in the sky. I'd read a bit on the rings before dad told me, but... well, I knew I was coming here, and I had an inkling of something that might have been relevant. ...yeah, it's... a pretty nerdy reason when I say it like that."

As Cobalt Templar entered, Haukea blinked, expecting the full armor. That he didn't... was surprising- a bit, but... seemed to confirm some of her suspicions, anyway. A couple of the rings, from what she had read, seemed to be able to create objects. Visibly nervous, she sat on the other side of the table and waited, remarkably patiently, as Templar looked over his files. She was early, after all, so he probably wasn't completely ready. And she was trying to think over what to actually say, what to ask. Thinking about stuff beforehand helped a lot in social situations. New social situations. This counted big time. After Corbin spoke, Haukea breathed in... and out... before starting to speak. "Well... um, as I said when emailing the League, I'd been doing some research on some magical rings, and your ring... seemed similar to them. I know they've been around since ancient times, at least since about... 50 AD. Anyway, your ring seemed similar to some of the records I dug up of one of the rings- the Blue Ring of the Determined Leader. Especially the color scheme. Plus, one of the supervillains that attacked Hanover about... a year ago had powers that are similar to what I've read of the Red Ring of the Courageous Warrior. And she had a ring, according to news reports. Um. Given the first fact, I figured you might know some more about the rings?" ...and all that was sprouted out from memory.

Okay. She's currently running +10 on both Defence and Toughness. Reflex d20+8 vs DC23 Reflex Save (made it with a result of 28) Toughness d20+10 vs DC21 (failed with result of 13)

OOC thread. Rolls and stuff if we actually need them, or commenting on events.

Monday, October 5, 4PM Haukea grimaced as she ducked into the main branch of the Freedom City library, looking at April and May as she came out of the weather. The teenager was very, VERY grateful she had remembered to bring along an umbrella- and a coat, for that matter. She was used to Hawaii, not the cold, damp... Okay, she was rambling again. Focus, where had Cobalt Templar said they were meeting again? One of the side rooms, of the... second floor. Right. Haukea put her umbrella on the stand and checked her coat, remembering to thank the coat-checker (noting to herself to check if that was what they were actually called... she spent enough time in libraries that you'd think she knew), then heading up the stairs and to the side room Cobalt had said he'd be in... and arriving 15 minutes early. She smiled. "Better than being late, I suppose..."

Done and done.