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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 14, 2013 23:47:39 GMT -8
Elvis was more than a little surprised at how quickly he'd built up a crowd. He knew he was good and all, but wow, he just started. And if the tan, long haired girl was any indication, he was also playing a duet. Crowd or not, accompaniment or not, he would've kept on playing...but it was always better to play with a crowd.
"... Like the fool I am and I'll always be, I've got a dream, I've got a dream. They can change their minds but they can't change me. I've got a dream, I've got a dream. Well, I know I can share it if you want me to, If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you...
Movin' me down the highway! Rollin' me down the highway! Movin' ahead, so life won't pass me by!
Movin' me down the highway! Rollin' me down the highway! Movin' ahead so life wooooooon't... Pass me by," Elvis sang, finishing up his song. He gave a small bow to his crowd as he finished and said a simple "Thank you."
Of course, he wasn't done. Someone in his audience had a bit of a question. He gave a somewhat disbelieving look at the girl who had asked what that was.
"You mean you don't know Jim Croce? Here I thought Triumph City was some big center of culture. But if folks 'round here can't pick out a song by one of the late 60's and early 70's best singer songwriters, I'd have to disagree," he said, feigning offense and pretending to be some snobby critic before brushing it off with a laugh. "That one was called 'I've Got A Name,' miss."
Now, Elvis WAS gonna segue from that into a sentence introducing his next song and it's original artist and all that stuff. But then a taxi just dropped in from nowhere. Elvis didn't seem too shocked or scared. It didn't land on him or anyone else and the driver was able to drive off okay. So, no big deal, right? And hey, the Magic Taxi brought a new audience member! Definitely no big deal, then! He was actually better off now!
...Man, he'd heard about how weird this place could be. They weren't kidding. Maybe if he avoided parks, he'd be okay?
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 15, 2013 5:21:58 GMT -8
"And where are you from that is such a cultural hub?" Natasha asked as she regained her bearings, taking her wallet out, "...How much do you people pay street performers in America?" she asked Isolde, slightly embarrassed she didn't know this. She was used to thinking of money in rubles, not dollars.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 15, 2013 7:10:29 GMT -8
((Wouldn't Russia have switched to the Euro now...?))
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 15, 2013 9:56:00 GMT -8
((Actually no, they still use rubles as of 2013.))
"Well, at least a dollar, but sometimes five or even MORE if you want," She replied. She didn't take too much offense in the boy's joke, especially once he was nice immediately after. She gave him a big smile then. "I like your guitar. It's pretty!"
Of course, the 'tty' ended up being lost in the crowd, as nearby, an entire vehicle appeared over in the middle of the park, and, a few seconds later, a girl came out, looking embarrassed. Isolde stared, mouth agape, and eyes big as soccer balls.
"Wow!"
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Karma nodded, shaking her head to get herself back in the moment. There were bigger problems right now - they could talk about Nator later.
"Can you take Forest Fox over? It's going to be hard, but he needs to get over there to get help." She didn't need to tell Cesspit to be careful - he knew that, after all, and really, it was hard for the 'hulking zombie-man' to hurt insects, let alone innocent people or superheroes.
She walked over to the other section of the warehouse, noting the angel-winged girl over at the side, neck snapped and pale. She let out a sigh. This had ended up being a much more brutal battle than she had intended. A few crates were close by, in a large heap. She went over, working on shoving them aside to get to the body of DarkSon beneath.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 15, 2013 11:38:10 GMT -8
Anais walked over to join the other two magical girls and Sleeping boy. "Usually this is where I'd say, it's not everyday a taxi drops on you but then, this place is filled with superheroes so it's probably the norm."
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Post by JW% on Aug 15, 2013 13:49:39 GMT -8
((Edited Again))
Jay sighed as the taxi drove off. He probably could have helped lift it onto the road so it wasn't leaving tiremarks in the park lawn. Then he glanced as Patty seemed to want to follow the girl that had gotten out of the taxi.
"Don't go running off." He called.
"Okay Daddy." Came the return reply, though if she was actually going to obey was another question entirely.
Jay sighed and looked at Isolde's parents, as the girls seemed to be more interested in the pretty boy with the guitar at the moment. "You have similar problems I take it?" Jay asked.
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As Forest Fox was transfered to a stretcher to load aboard the ambulance, beside the former Creeper, he gave a thumbs up and tried to say "I'll be fine." Which actually came out was a pink foam as one of his lungs was punctured and filling with blood, but his jaunty expression and feeble but perceptible body language said this wasn't the first time that had happpened to him, and he wasn't worried.
The mermaid girl that Cesspit had caught started making her crawl to the edge of the dock in an attempt to escape at this point. It didn't seem like anything more was going to happen anyway, and now would be a good time to sneak away without answering uncomfortable questions. Unfortunately for her she had to crawl past Kyle, who while a little bruised and bloodied but was still fighting fit, and Changeling who the paramedics were looking over and pronouncing amazingly unharmed, despite his horrible cuts and bruises. Changeling still needed bandages of course, and would probably need a day or two rest(the paramedics were saying in the hospital, but in a tone that said they knew superheroes bounced back faster than normal and prefered their own couch to a hospital bed).
"Hey, you lose something in the fight?" The mage that had been sent to them asked when he noticed Karma digging into the crates and the broken bags of cargo.
"Let me help." The girl in the red dress said, all but materializing at Karma's elbow and kneeling down to help her move stuff.
"Yeah, I didn't really get to introduce myself." The mage said. "My names Miles White, I work for Crowley and Lovecraft. My specialty is actually psionics and the legal implications thereof, I'm not really..."
A dark crimson glove exploded out of the pile of debris and spilled cargo and caught Miles by the neck. There was a surge of what looked like black oily smoke running from Miles into the gauntlet, and then he collapsed onto the floor, eyes rolled back into his head. Darkson started to push his way free.
The red attired hero was a mess. He'd lost his glasses and his eyes were glowing a hungry red. Fangs were showing between his pale white thin lips, and his hair was strewn about loosely. The way he pulled himself out of the pile with only one arm suggested that from the waist down he had no ability to move, and he favored the arm that hadn't grabbed the talkative hypno-lawyer.
"Demon speaker." Darkson snarled looking at Miles still body. "... still hungry..." He looked over Karma and the girl that Karma had set free, and finally over at where Nephilim lay. "... no... what happened? I pushed her so she wouldn't get crushed... I tried to save her..." he started trying to pull himself over to Nephilim using only one elbow.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 15, 2013 14:35:37 GMT -8
(Yeah Russia isn't in the European Union so it doesn't use Euros)
"Alright..." Natasha said, throwing a 5 dollar bill into the guitar case.
"We were just fighting fairies," Natasha said to Anais, "At this point I'm gonna stop being surprised by anything."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 16, 2013 7:21:54 GMT -8
"That's true." Anais added her own five to the pile. "For a wonderful song." She said to Elvis, flashing him a smile.
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Post by JW% on Aug 16, 2013 13:58:31 GMT -8
Darkson had managed to crawl all the way over to Nephilim's corpse by the time Miles recovered. Miles blinked, shook his head, and immediately regretted it, putting his hand to his temple. "Wh... what hit me?"
"Damn." Darkson muttered. "Damn, damn, damn. God damn yourself!" He growled, checking Nephilim's vital signs. "She was just some stupid fangirl. She didn't deserve this. She was innocent. Why did you let this happen to her? All you needed to do was give her one last burst of healing... shift from this skimpy armor to a neck brace the moment she was injured... but you did nothing. You let her die... you... made me kill her..." Something liquid and red trickled from Darkson's eyes as he accused Nephilim's powers of failing her.
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Jay and Isoldes parents by this point had caught up to where the other girls were admiring Elvis and his music. Jay frowned a bit and stepped forward, taking a small wand about the size of a USB drive from his pocket and attaching it to his watch. He waved the wand at Elvis.
"Son, you do know you're radioactive, right?" He asked casually.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 16, 2013 20:43:35 GMT -8
"New Mexico," Elvis responded to the brown haired girl. He was pretty sure she was from another country, but he couldn't place it from her accent or language she'd used. Then again, he wasn't really trying that hard. "And you can pay as much as you feel fits. Any amount helps."
The musician was all too pleased to see some of his audience responding favorably to his panhandling. He hoped he could keep most of them after that whole taxi incident. Elvis kept a smile as each one approached him and dropped some much needed money in the case. Not all of them did, though. The last man asked him a question that would seem odd if asked of any person that wasn't him: "Do you know you're radioactive?"
Of course, Elvis' response was: "Oh, I'm well aware of my radioactivity, sir. That's why I'm here, actually. Not 'here' as in 'this park,' but as in 'this city,' of course. Don't worry, I'm well contained and no one's in danger of figuring out what a TV dinner feels like."
Elvis Queen was all too calm for a man who was very aware of the fact that he was a walking nuke. But that calm was the one of the only things that kept him and, by extension the world around him, safe.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 16, 2013 21:07:12 GMT -8
Sleeping Boy smiled sweetly to Natasha, nodding along with her as she spoke. He did, in fact, have absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "None at all!" he said affirmatively.
As the girls offered the white-haired guitar player paper money, the Chosen One frowned a bit, shrugging as he did not have anything to give him, though he did very much like his song. He listened intently and nodded along to the man's explanation as well, despite taking in most of what he was talking about. He tensed up when they had all turned around to react to the sudden appearance of the vehicle in the park, which dispensed yet another teenaged girl who looked around their collective age, and sped off like a spooked stallion, tearing a bit of grass from the pristine green of the park. He didn't have much to say, and, as the girl with the French accent had said, it was probably the norm.
"Just making sure, but do all automobiles do that? Or only ones here? Or just, umm, taxi?" he asked. It sure would have made the trip to Triumph City much quicker . . .
"Uhh, hello there! Sorry for the, uhh . . ." Lauren gestured back at the turf-clumped tracks where the taxi cab had appeared. Sleeping Boy blinked. ". . . yeah, complete accident on my part, that was. Dozed off a bit, let my mind wander, you know how it goes, y'know?"
After greeting these absolute strangers in the park, Lauren then took the time to actually notice them. All of them looked to be around her age, and all of them significantly (at least in her private opinion) better-looking than herself; a particularly pretty blonde with eyes that nearly matched her hair and had a look about her that made her think she thought her shit didn't stink, a tall green-eyed girl with long, pretty brown hair (the way she wanted her hair to be, if she ever cared to grow it out again), a younger girl with more blonde hair, the boy, a swarthy-looking stud who had these big, blue, very lost eyes, and then . . . her. She was very much shorter than all the rest, and certainly not the same general shape, but she caught a fleeting glimpse into her blue eyes, and saw her face, and somewhere in her head the record skipped, and her heart skipped a beat, and she got quite the case of instantaneous butterflies and oh dear god in heaven she was absolutely adorable.
Lauren approached, offering them a little wave and much shyer, gentler smile than before. "Anyways, hi there, I was . . ."
Lauren glanced over the shoulder of the taller brunette girl, noticing the white-haired guy with the guitar in hand and its respective case at his feet with a pair of dollar bills in it. She bit her lip, mentally kicking herself again. ". . . oh my god, I'm sorry! Were you, y'know, busking with the, uhh, with the guitar? Did I interrupt a busk-in-action? I am so sorry, please continue, I'm sure you were doing great and wait what about radiation?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 16, 2013 21:12:31 GMT -8
Isolde looked to the girl, suppressing a giggle at the fact the girl wasn't articulating herself very well.
"Excuse me... but did you make that cab appear here?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 16, 2013 21:18:59 GMT -8
"I wish all cars did that. Would save a lot of money in gas." Natasha laughed at the clueless boy, "Nah, thats the first time I've ever seen that happen."
Natasha listened to the girl and said, "No harm done. No one was hurt." She listened to the girl's accent, "You're British aren't you? Wow I've met two Europeans in one day."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 16, 2013 21:39:31 GMT -8
The fact that she had noticed her was a miracle to Lauren in and of itself, and she had to pull all the stops at her disposal in her head just to keep from blushing, but rather, having swallowed that, she smiled sweetly and nodded.
"As a matter of fact, I did, love," she replied with a confident wink, as if she had actually planned the whole thing. "traffic downtown was such a killer.
"Yes I am," she said to the brown-haired girl, noting her accent as well. "and you're from . . . Russia? The former Yugoslavia? The vicinity of Eastern Europe? I'm not too practiced at placing that sorta stuff, sorry!"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 16, 2013 21:44:55 GMT -8
Isolde found herself blushing beside herself, and she gave her a big smile.
"I bet... there've been a lot of fairy circles around town." She paused, and then stuck out a hand. "My name's Isolde! What's yours?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 16, 2013 22:04:31 GMT -8
"Hah, yeah, it can be such a drag--wait, fairy circles?" Lauren cocked her head, still smiling, trying not to show her general perplexity. "Huh. Can't say I've ever dealt with those before . . . and I'm Lauren, by the way," she took the girl's hand as politely as she could. "Beautiful to meet you, Isolde - pretty name, by the by."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 16, 2013 22:23:33 GMT -8
"Yeah you got it right the first try. I'm from Russia, around the Urals. My name is Natasha. Yeah fairies... they're something." she said nervously, "Its a pleasure to meet you Lauren."
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Post by JW% on Aug 16, 2013 23:28:11 GMT -8
"There were ten fairy circles total." Jay said, having apparently checked it out somehow. "They drew out a pentagram inside an inverted pentagram. Additional rifts opened as well with the weakening of the veil." He glanced over at Reactor. "I assume the radiation I detect on your clothing was from such a battle in defense of the city?"
Patty on the other hand was getting bored with this, apparently not having been all that attracted to the music being played, and looked ready to wander off again.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 17, 2013 0:03:20 GMT -8
"Well, I'd say 'battle' is a bit of an over-dramatization," Elvis said with a shrug. "It was more of a skirmish. A standoff. A showdown. Battle's a bit too big of a word. I kinda showed up midway during a fight, helped out some of the heroes there and then we were done. Nice bunch of folks, those guys. Didn't know it was on my clothing. Figured it was sensing what was inside."
Elvis gave his chest a tap, signifying the internal source of all the radiation. His heart, his Reactor.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 17, 2013 6:21:00 GMT -8
"Name's Anais. It's nice to meet you, Lauren." Anais' replied, somewhat bemused by how...focused Lauren was on Isolde. Still, if that's how Lauren rolled, she had no problems with that.
And to be fair, Isolde was very cute.
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 17, 2013 9:54:22 GMT -8
"I think the name Lauren's really sweet," she replied, shaking her hand. "You're really pretty!"
That second part was a bit of a blurt, but, oh well, she might as well say it - not as if she ever held back on telling her friends and the people she met that they were pretty.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 17, 2013 12:19:09 GMT -8
"Anais," Lauren said with a smile. French name. Had the accent, too. Gave her an excuse to show off. "Ravi de vous rencontrer, love. And I wish I could speak Russian, but since I can't, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Natasha."
The English girl listened to the two taller men's explanations of what had occurred, eyebrows raised - not shock and awe, but something of a sense of childish exclusion. "Well, damn, that explains the backed up traffic. What a night to drop in, yeah?" she gave the white haired teen a nod of approval. "Excellent stuff, helping to fight them off. Wish I could've been there to see a hero in action."
Lauren couldn't help but blush a bit as Isolde complimented her. "You're one to talk, really," she smiled, trying her best not to screw it all up. "also, while I'm here, do any of you know where--" she scavenged her pockets for a bit before pulling out a crumpled post-it note. "--East 3rd Street is? I was heading there when, uhh, y'know."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 17, 2013 12:31:42 GMT -8
"Enchante." She blinked when the street address was brought up. "Huh, that happens to be street I live in."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 17, 2013 12:50:39 GMT -8
"Prijatno poznakomit'sja! is what you're looking for Lauren," Natasha said. "And the fighting the fairies wasn't all it was cracked up to be."
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 17, 2013 20:03:48 GMT -8
Isolde gave a giggle. "We can help you find it, yknow. Maybe we could all go together."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 19, 2013 18:57:49 GMT -8
Lauren blinked, looking to Anais again, marveling at the coincidence. "Well, that's splendid, nice to make the acquaintance of a new neighbor," she couldn't help but laugh along when Isolde giggled, too. "I'd love that, thank you so much!"
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Post by JW% on Aug 20, 2013 13:31:36 GMT -8
Jay had been sorting through his pockets looking for something. Finally he came up with a few business cards and tossed them into the pile with Elvis' money. "If you're new you might want to check those services out." Jay said. "I don't know if you have a place to stay or not, but if you intend to help out protecting the city you can get rent discounts or even free housing and a stipend income. Plus, if you're good enough at modulating your energy output you can add to the cities powergrid. They'll pay you if you're putting more electricty in than your taking out."
Jay looked around and sighed. "Hang on, I need to find Patty again..." the little girl had wandered off and found a 'new' friend, whom everyone would recognize as 'The Maiden' in her civilian outfit.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 20, 2013 17:42:39 GMT -8
"Hot damn!" Elvis said as Jay described the perks of the services. "Here I thought I'd have to march down to city hall to figure out how to get all that stuff. That's actually why I came here, to be honest. Thanks, Mister!"
Elvis leaned down and grabbed the cards out his case, giving them a few looks over before stuffing them in his pocket. Well, that was one problem down. Now he just needed a place to stay before getting all this stuff sorted out.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 20, 2013 21:52:37 GMT -8
As Natasha listened to them talk, she saw a crow nearby poking his head into a bag of potato chips lazily thrown on the ground. Even without seeing his face she knew it was Mallory.
He pulled his head out, holding a potato chip a bit too large for his mouth and he looked at her dead in the eye. She nodded, signalling it was okay for him to approach.
Mallory flew to her shoulder still nibbling on his potato chip. A bird had to eat after all.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 21, 2013 5:56:59 GMT -8
Anais nodded in agreement with Isolde. "They do say more gets done when more heads are involved." Pause. "Ah, but weren't you already headed somewhere? We wouldn't want to impose."
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