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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 6:12:43 GMT -8
He pulled his hand away, and rested it on his lap, crossing his legs as he sat.
"Whooo, are you?" He said, a child-like happiness bubbling into his voice, as his armor-plating sparked to life, covering his lower-body, but keeping his head exposed.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 6:18:12 GMT -8
"Annabeth Walker, or Inferno Witch, take your pick," she said, before giving a little smile, "but I prefer Annie."
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 6:40:01 GMT -8
"D'awww, that's cute!" Creeper squealed, wincing.
He looked back, "Bright Knight! Get yo' lil' bum ova' here and come meet Annie!"
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 17, 2012 15:58:14 GMT -8
"Sorry, what?" asked the Bright Knight, fidgeting nervously in her seat. As far as she was aware, a bum was someone who lived on the streets. And unless she had seriously misunderstood this society, it wasn't possible to own one. Slowly, she walked over, extending a hand to Annie. "The Bright Knight," she said. "Um, nice to meet you."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 16:25:41 GMT -8
Annie blinked as she looked at a girl who was confused, and looked very much out of place came over and extended her hand.
Annie smiled and shook her hand firmly.
"Inferno Witch, or just Annie, whichever you think best fits."
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 18:23:38 GMT -8
"Yaaay, we're all friends now." Creeper said.
He looked up at the two, "Can we have a threesome now or do I have to keep being nice for a bit longers?"
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 18:44:59 GMT -8
((lol, Corte.))
Full stop.
What? Annie's amber eyes twitched, and she blushed a bit. It'd been a while since she'd done anything of the sort, seven years to be exact...which would put her at age 22, when she was on and off dating a college boyfriend, the relationship in later years started to become more physical then anything else, he eventually discovered who she was, and broke off with her. Like with her foster father, she didn't blame him.
However, she didn't exactly want to break her seven year streak with this guy, whom she barely knew.
Besides, not her type.
It was probably just a joke.
Hopefully.
She suddenly gave a sly smirk, and said jokingly, "Brush the teeth and we'll talk."
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Post by JW% on May 17, 2012 18:53:31 GMT -8
((Okay, then you just put more mashed potatoes on the Tick's head. As if he wouldn't do it himself with a little bit of encouragement... oh, and we'll say the womans dress he tried to wipe his hand on and got slapped because of it was Vicky, the waitress.))
~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
The television continued with the other top stories, including a massive recycle drive being done by one of the local schools, and a piece on the refitting of the cities transit systems to reduce their dependency on gas.
"What would they have rather we did?" DreamStar growled. "Let the SkyRaiders have the tech, so they could hold the city hostage?"
The young woman with swarthy skin and hair sitting beside her sighed, the sound coming from a speaker embedded into her collarbone that the jester outfit mostly obscured. "Just let it go Noquisi."
And from the end of the diner, the man with the ivory skin and silver hair stood up, his blood red coat rustling against the leather he wore underneath it. He looked like he was about to address the whole diner, but he made himself pause, letting the heroes in the booth slide out and leave after cleaning the mashed potatoes off.
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~Pocket D Dance Club
"My brother's known as MindShadow." BlackWall said. (Reason Check Failure: Cupid has no idea who that is.) "We used to work together in Seaport City, but I thought I could head out on my own, he taught me some of his tricks, but... I'm guess I'm not very good at them..."
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 17, 2012 19:37:38 GMT -8
The Bright Knight blinked at Creeper, confused once more. Deciding it wasn't worth her time, she turned to the other women at the booth. "The SkyRaiders... The men on the flying things?" She asked.
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 22:24:08 GMT -8
"Well ya' clean up ya' vag and we'll get started. 'Kay, love?" He said, before turning and tucking his knees up into his chest. He rested his chin on the caps of his knees.
He spun his chair and looked towards the coffee pot. He reached out, took it and begun to sip straight from the scalding hot piece of glass.
When he lowered it from his lips, there was a visible ring around his mouth where he had been scalded. His face was red, and he appeared to be out of breath.
He took one deep, painful breath, and shook himself.
"I wanna' go fight crime. But I can't find where all those fuckers be at." Creeper complained to Annie, to everyone, really.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 22:52:31 GMT -8
Annie didn't even bother to respond to the comment concerning her pubic hair.
When the strange superhero started complaining about the lack of criminals to beat the shit out of, Annie spoke up again.
"Patience, they'll be coming out soon enough, once the sun goes down," she said, drumming her fingers on the table.
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 23:01:17 GMT -8
"But I want the satisfaction of hitting someone in the dick and hearing the balls squish apart!" Creeper yelled!
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Post by JW% on May 17, 2012 23:43:14 GMT -8
((Creeper takes 2 hitpoints damage for chugging a pot of boiling coffee...))
DreamStar gave Bright Knight a look that turned to a smile and a nod. "Yes, the men on the flying machines. They call themselves SkyRaiders."
"They're new." The jester dressed girl said.
"Only showed up the last couple of months, using those... flying contraptions. I don't know where they got them, or how they work, but it's enough to equip a small army. They strike from the air, raid high value targets, and then fly away again."
"At least they show a little flare for the dramatic. A little style." This earned the red and yellow jester a sharp look from her black body paint wearing friend. "I mean... given how flabouyant they try to be they don't like causing this kind of destruction unless... I'll shut up now... sorry..."
From across the room the ivory skinned man cleared his throat and raised his voice. One could almost feel reverberations from it as his outfit swirled around him like a cloud of blood in the water. ((He's performing a Presence Attack on all of you, trying to get your attention. He actually gets a conditional penalty and everyone present is able to resist it.))
"Fellow heroes. Are any of you aware of the machinations of the group calling themselves the Lost Ones?"
((Reason check 20: the Lost Ones are homeless street preachers. 30: Who preach about some kind of unity of mind and surrendering of individualty and freewill in the service of higher beings who will alter and uplift them. 40: Have been known to show signs of mutation and also kidnap people to forcably indoctrinate into their cult.))
"I have found where they are gathering. Who can be counted on to help?"
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 23:49:01 GMT -8
"Me!" Creeper yelled, excited. His little tattoo hands flailed in the air, as his armoured carapace began to form around.
He went up to the man and draped an arm around him, "We're going to punch some dicks. Punch some dicks so hard, they'll pop out of their anuses."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 18, 2012 3:35:20 GMT -8
((Who's reason checks are each of those?))
Artemis looked at the ivory skinned man.
Something about this man reminded her of a red fish man who liked to talk about traps. But maybe she was just paranoid, still, it doesn't really hurt to be safe.
"Excuse me," she said, "but what exactly are we dealing with? Where are they, how many, and what crime are they currently committing?"
She listened in on the answer, listening to his breathing rate, the way he worded things, if he made any body language indicating he wasn't telling them something.
((She's trying to sense motive/trying to see if he's lying abour anything, or deceiving them in any way.))
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Post by lovely corte on May 18, 2012 4:11:52 GMT -8
"Who cares, Annie!" Creeper cheered, "We get to hurt people!"
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Post by Penny Royals on May 18, 2012 6:26:16 GMT -8
Cupid gave a small frown.
"Darn. I don't know him, or where Seaport City is..."
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Post by JW% on May 18, 2012 17:07:05 GMT -8
((The 20 was for any character with a Reason, in this case memory of the particular trivia, over 20. That's both Inferno Witch and Creeper, but not Bright Knight. The 30 was for anyone with a score over 30, again Inferno Witch and Creeper, and the 40 is just Creeper.))
"What we are dealing with is the unknown." The man said, his eyes glowing red behind his tinted glasses. He was glaring at the Creeper while he responded, but kept his voice projective. "The Lost Ones recently forced an eviction on a group of street thugs I have been dealing with. It is a minor nexus for power, in storm drain line thirty five, junction c. I don't know how many exactly, but there would have to have been at least twenty to drive out the young hellions. Considering the space, there's probably more than that."
"Had I proof of any crime at all I would be contacting the authorities on this matter." He continued wearily. The Creeper could see that this man had a pair of fangs in his mouth, though the dour expression hid them unless he spoke. "However, I do not like the feel of the Lost Ones I have met on the street, and I like their words even less. This would be an investigation," He swiped Creepers hand off his shoulder, "not an attack. If there happens to be anything sinister that requires our immediate interdiction, so be it. We are not here to hurt people, but I do not want some elder god raising out of the sewer system again."
((Reason check(for Triumph City law) 20: The Lost Ones are at the very least guilty of vagrancy. 30: And while they have a right to worship and congregate, the storm drain system is public property and they have no right to force other people out. Nor, really, is it safe for them to be living there.))
((Intuition check: 20(Bright Knight and Creeper): The man speaks with great restraint and a sense of ancient nobility, he seems quite confident in his personal abilities and information sources, but isn't certain he can deal with the worst possible scenario he's imagining, should it actually happen. His word choice and inflection regarding the gang that was pushed out by the Lost Ones indicates that he has been dealing with them for long enough to consider them his problem, he may be somewhat protective of them because of his familiarity, but he does still consider them a problem to be fought, so this situation is a "better the devil you know than the one you don't" choice for him. He's also growing annoyed with the Creepers antics and my physically attack him if Creeper doesn't show a little decorum. Oh, and situational bonus(putting it at Intuition 30) for the Creeper being right in his face: The man is a vampire(or at least fits several of the tropes). 40(Inferno Witch... and if Creeper's armor were active enough to give him a full sensor readout): The man is weary. A dark curse lingers about him strongly, and he seems to have ceased fighting and embraced it long ago. His breathing is controlled to the point that he might be faking it, and his body temp is below human normal, and in fact below the Diners ambient temp. His words are measured and careful, and his projecting of them is rather powerful, enough that he could sway a small crowd of normal people with it, however it seems he knew that he couldn't sway this group with just charismatic power(the fact that he took his time to study the room instead of simply swiftly making a declaration placed a penalty on his Presence Attack) and is hoping that appealing to their interests, which are parallel if not the same as his own, would do the job. In short, he's being honest. If that means you can trust him or not is another matter.))
((Oh, and Inferno Witch's Intuition(40 or above) also notes that while Song Daughter seems interested, DreamStar's body language towards DarkSon has grown aggressive. Given her interaction with Song Daughter in the Diner and her appearance on TV, DreamStar probably would prefer to have command of whatever group she's a part of, and there is something she is actively, but not necessarily conciously, disliking about DarkSon's appearance or approach.))
((You guys are killing me with these high Reason and Intuition scores, making me write out these side notes.))
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~Pocket D Dance Club
At least this admittance by Cupid didn't upset BlackWall further. "MindShadow never liked to be on the news." She seemed to accept anonymity better than embarrassment. "It's to the north, on the coast." The directions to Seaport City were not particularly helpful, but given that Triumph City was already on the West Coast and about midway up the US seaboard, it did narrow down the potential cities that Seaport could have been.
BlackWall toyed with her glass, seemingly unsure of how it had become empty so soon.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 18, 2012 18:17:43 GMT -8
(lol, sorry man. ) Annabeth's face stayed the same. Pale skin, low temperature, seemly ageless experience, and just the name Dark Son. Vampire, the Occult Expert decided, and an old one at that. This made things harder, as older vampires were particularly powerful creatures. Most old Vampires chose their words and their tone carefully, Dark Son was no different, for the most part, he was telling the truth, however, she wasn't about to put her life in the hands of a vampire. It seemed like the Lost Ones were possibly a big enough threat to warrant an entire Diner's worth of superheroes. However, she didn't know what exactly Dark Son's intentions were. He might as well be leading a early night snack to his own coven. Or not. Either way, staying next to Dream Star might be best if things go awry and it turns out Dark Son couldn't be trusted as far as he could be kicked. Creeper might be a good idea too, the psychotic superhero was definitely ready for a fight. They'd be going on the Lost One's home turf, they knew every nook and cranny in that Storm Drain, they could easily set up an ambush. What did not fit well with her was the Lost One's ideals of casting away individuality. If it was enough to get the attention of someone like Dark Son, a powerful vampire, then there's a possibility that assimilation and forceful conversion via brainwashing was involved. "I assume you have a method of going in undetected by them? Or has that proven difficult?" asked Annie. She leaned in forward. "I'm sorry to continue asking questions, but I can't help but feel there are still things you are holding back from us. What's the situation you believe warrants an entire group of superheroes our size? What are you afraid that they're committing? What do you believe we are up against?" She needed a plan. She needed more information. She needed to be more aware of everything.
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Post by lovely corte on May 18, 2012 19:02:25 GMT -8
Whatever it was about this man that Creeper knew, he didn't care. He wasn't all that different from the rest.
In every regard, he'd probably end up killing him later on. The man looked like a villain on the brinks.
He backed up, and scraped his gauntlets down his face, tearing away a bit of skin, "Let's... huuuunt..."
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 18, 2012 21:19:13 GMT -8
"I don't know of any Lost Ones," the Bright Knight said, walking over to the man and gently directing Creeper away from him, lest the pale man lose his patience. Why is it so important that we stop them?" She glanced warily at the man. She didn't like the feeling she got from him.
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Post by JW% on May 20, 2012 22:53:19 GMT -8
((. . . okay, that's another 2 hitpoints for scraping the skin off your face I guess... I assume it's healthy skin, making him bleed but not seriously injure him, and not like peeling off a sunburn))
"I am confident I can walk the shadows myself..." Dark Son, who had not actually introduced himself by name yet, answered Inferno Witch, who had, "but do any of you have abilities at stealth?" He looked at Creeper who was bleeding an his expression was one of disgust. "As for what I am expecting... well, they could just be three or four homeless old men huddling for shelter down in the underground. But I doubt that. Until recently I had not encountered the Lost Ones, and after... listening to them, I am not sure what to expect. Gaping pits to the abyss where cthonic creatures feast on the souls of dozens of mindless cultists? Probably not again, but it's possible."
He gave a quirk of his lips that could have been a smile when Bright Knight attempted to remove Creeper, but then a dismissive gesture to her, and the diner as a whole. "If none of you have any interest in the matter, I will attend to it myself. I thought it best to offer a choice to all of you."
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 21, 2012 19:09:04 GMT -8
The Bright Knight really didn't like the way the man said he would "deal with" these Lost ones. "Fine. I'm coming," she said.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 21, 2012 19:51:15 GMT -8
Annie looked at Bright Knight and then to Dark Son before sighing. No other way to go with this...
"I'll come along as well." she said.
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Post by lovely corte on May 21, 2012 21:07:46 GMT -8
((Wow. Creeper does more damage to himself than others do to hims. xDs! D;S! ;/S!))
Creeper giggled, before he sagged as the woman lead him away.
"D'awww..." Creeper whimpered, slightly cute, if not for the tattooed rapists physical appearance.
He soon followed after, "We go. We go. No matter, we can handle this."
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Post by Penny Royals on May 22, 2012 17:24:54 GMT -8
Cupid remained silent for a moment, wondering if she should give the girl a hug.
"So..." She began up again, "Who're your teammates? Friends?"
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Post by JW% on May 22, 2012 22:07:05 GMT -8
~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
"I'm not going."
It was DreamStar who's sharp voice rang out over Creepers sing song mutterings. DarkSon was nodding to Bright Knight and Inferno Witch in acceptance of their volunteering.
"You really think that just because you make some proclamation we should all obey your beck and whim?" DreamStar asked standing out of her chair and balancing on her extremely long spiked heels. It was hard to tell if they were from boots or not, as they blended with her body paint. "I don't trust you, and I won't follow you. When you have something conclusive, then come back, and I'll deal with the problem that has you so scared you have to gather your own personal harem to throw at it."
Song Daughter silently facepalmed at the word 'harem'. DarkSon only raised one eyebrow at DreamStar.
"You're free to refuse." DarkSon repeated, starting to walk towards the door. The shadows seemed to dance around him as he walked past them.
"Well?" DreamStar looked at Creeper. "Go join your 'bro', or whatever you want to call him. The two of you seemed to form an attachment there. You're going on a hunt. Probably to hurt perfectly innocent people, but at least you'll get your jollies, right?"
DreamStar snarled, and a thin wisp of her power started to swirl around her black body painted hand. Softly she muttered to herself something about 'worthless men'.
If any followed DarkSon, he'd walk down the street and turn a corner, stepping into the shadows, waiting to see who came after him.
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"Well... I... no..." BlackWall looked down at her lap. "Not really. I haven't been in town long enough to make friends. Only a couple of months. I thought I was on a pretty good team... DreamStar was leading it, and we had SongDaughter, and MirrorChild... even my roommate joined in. That's her over there."
BlackWall pointed to a woman who had roughly the same body shape as Cupid. Only was probably several pounds heavier, as she was taller. Her outfit, with a strong bee motif, was somewhat of an embarrassment to look at, considering the build, as she was clearly straining the yellow and black spandex to it's limits. However, despite her cowl covering her head completely hiding her identity behind compound eye lenses(and slicked back faux antenna), she didn't seem to have any shame about her appearance, dancing a highly energetic beat with a man wearing a green long coat.
"We even had 'Dactyl on our team... She was the only other flier... besides DreamStar..." BlackWall trailed off.
((Reason Check(with bonus for Cupids trivia skill): Song Daughter is a lesser known B or even D list, heroine. She's better known for her pop music albums, which have never hit it big but a few have flickered onto the charts at least. Her powers are vibrational, primarily sonic generation and control, usually projected from a speaker embedded in her upper chest/collarbone area just below her throat. Despite this, she claims to be magical in origin. None of the other heroines BlackWall mentioned even register.))
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Post by lovely corte on May 22, 2012 23:17:53 GMT -8
Creeper quipped up, smiling broadly at the woman. He stepped forward, and kissed her gently on the head, patting her head.
"It's okay, ssh..." He said, in a voice all-too calming for a sing-song murderer, "... we'll be okay. I'll never let you go, Jack. I'll never let you go."
He let go of the woman and looked to Bright Knight as he began to walk out the door, "She wants the dicks."
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Post by Penny Royals on May 23, 2012 15:34:02 GMT -8
"Song Daughter?" Cupid gave a big smile. "She was on your team? I love her first album! But the others... I don't know them. But what happened?"
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 23, 2012 16:49:43 GMT -8
The Bright Knight threw a glance back at Creeper. "Are you coming?" She said impatiently. Creeper was strange, with his bizarre jargon and potato face paint, but she liked him. She thought Sir Douglass would have enjoyed his sense of humor. And she found herself hoping he would come with her.
She looked at DreamStar. "If what you say is true, that's all the more reason to keep an eye on him. Maybe I can stop him from hurting innocents."
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