ic The Hell Hole

[Supercape]

GM

 

January 3rd 2025

Just North of the Border

 

Some getaway. 

 

Grimalkin and Ghost had ventured to the very south of the States for some R&R. They had ended up in some quaint desert villahe, where a weathered old woman of uncertain heritage tried to persuade them she was a shaman. It didn't seem likely. But the snake skins and wolf paws all looked quite genuine. And there was distilled cactus juice to drink. And some colourful poncho's and hats. 

 

And then an earthquake. 

 

It wasn't big, but it was big enough. A rumbling first, then a shake sufficient to shake off the tourist tat from the shelves. Glass smashed, strange fluids flowed over boots. 

 

The old woman screamed and brought out a shotgun from under the counter. Not pointing at the superheroes, but you never knew - it might go off. 

 

Alarms rang throughout the village. More screams, shouts. The sound of crumbling masonry and the tinkling of smashed glass. With her exceptional scences, Grimalkin could hear it all. But what was strangest of all? The faint smell of sulfur. 

 

 

 

 

[RocketLord]

GHOST

 

Casper's not the biggest fan of leaving Freedom City. It's home, it's where he knows where everything is, and, y'know, he didn't use to have the money for big trips.

 

Now? Now all the shaking and everything around them is just making making him regret going out here.

 

He looks to Grim, then to the woman, the shaman with the shotgun.

 

"Alright, alright. That is a big gun, but I'm pretty sure it's not gonna do anything at all against an earthquake, so... how about you put that down before things start going wrong, and then head somewhere safe, alright?"

 

He's holding his hands up as he's talking. He gotta get out there. Gotta go help people, but he'd really like if nobody got shot at the same time.